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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 3 months

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i know your already working on my series but just hear me out okay. hear me out. crazy x crazy trope but with ethan and reader puts bratty cocky ethan in his place. "not so confident now are you, you little bitch? or are you that drunk off my pussy you can barely think?" while he just pouts and glares at her but is quite literally unable to speak and can only whine and whimper for her. double points if she's ghostface with the baileys, taking revenge because of lets say she was either ambers ex or younger sister and is PISSED at tara for taking her girlfriend/older sister away. (TRIPLE THE POINTS if she knew ethan, quinn and richie since childhood too) sorry its thot hrs and i wanna dom him

I hope you like this! I was determined to finish it tonight. I love a good psychotic moment💕

Savages - Ghostface!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You and your childhood best friend both lost someone from what happened in Woodsboro at the hands of the Carpenter Sisters. You start to plot with him and his family to get revenge, but he's being a little brat after his first kill.

Contains: 3.2k words, Sub!Ethan, Dom/Psycho!Reader, Oral - m and f recieving, Face sitting/riding, p in v, unprotected sex, mentions of death and violence/blood. (If I missed anything, please let me know. My brain has tapped out for the night haha)

A/N: I hope y'all like it:) I love sub Ethan and a good psycho!reader moment.

Ethan knew he loved you, but the second you put on the Ghostface robe and mask, he fell even harder. It’s hard to believe that the two of you made it to this point. He was a sweet kid, and you were always with his family growing up, until the day your parents moved you to Woodsboro. You tried to remain friends with him, until you got a girlfriend. You weren’t anything more than best friends at that point, but he’d message you like a controlling boyfriend. He professed his feelings, but it was too late. You’d already found someone in your new town. Someone you could experience a relationship with.

He was devastated when you rejected him, and when he wouldn’t let it go, you eventually had to block him. Amber was pretty much the exact opposite. She even asked you about opening the relationship up to other people, just because she wanted you to experience other things. She wasn’t possessive like Ethan, but she never wanted to just let you go.

When Richie showed up to the hospital with Sam after Tara was attacked, he recognized you immediately. He pretended he didn’t, though, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that he wasn’t originally from the area where he met Sam. You finally pulled him to the side one day and talked to him, and he pleaded with you to not tell anyone that you already knew him. That was the moment that you knew he had something to do with what was happening.

You didn’t suspect Amber, though, until the day of the party. You were upstairs in her room when she pulled out a knife.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she said, plunging the knife into your abdomen.

“What the fuck? It’s you?” you sobbed, dropping to your knees as you noticed the blood starting to drip onto her carpet.

“I can’t have you on the suspect list. You trust me, don’t you?” she asked. You hesitated before nodding, “I didn’t stab you anywhere that will cause a lot of damage, okay? I’m going to call 911, and by the time they get here, Richie and I will be done, and you’ll be saved.”

“I feel really dizzy,” you cried out, Amber’s hand wrapping around your mouth so you couldn’t make anymore noise to draw attention to yourself.

“You’re going to pass out soon. You’re losing a lot of blood,” she said, before the rest of her words sounded muffled, your vision completely fading.

She was right, you were saved. You woke up in your hospital bed the next day, and learned that Amber and Richie didn’t survive. You were devastated, but you knew the one person you could talk to that would understand your pain.

You unblocked Ethan’s number and called him. You could hear the tears in his voice as he answered. When he found out that you’d been a part of everything, he was mad at first, screaming at you until his voice was raw. He eventually heard you out, mainly because he had no voice to speak, and learned that you had nothing to do with what happened to Richie. The two of you decided that the Carpenter sisters needed to pay for taking away your loved ones.

You fake-smiled when Sam and Tara walked into your hospital room a little later in the day.

“Someone’s doing better,” Sam said, pushing Tara up beside you before taking a seat at the foot of your hospital bed.

“Yeah, I’m on a lot of good drugs,” you laughed, as Sam and Tara exchanged their glances. “What?” you asked, feeling like there was something they knew and you didn’t.

“Richie and Amber were, uh…” Tara said, looking over to her sister for help.

“They were what?” you asked, turning your attention to Sam as well.

“Your girlfriend and my boyfriend were together,” she said, a stoic look on her face. “We were both getting cheated on by psychos.”

You were livid that Sam was talking about her like that, but you felt a little hurt. You and Amber always promised that if you were going to see other people in your relationship, you’d let the other person know. A few tears started to slip out as Tara offered you the box of tissues on the bedside table.

“Thanks,” you said, grabbing a couple out of the box before Tara sat it back down. “How do you guys feel about getting the fuck out of here? Like, once Tara and I graduate?”

“What did you have in mind?” Sam asked, thinking that it might not be the worst idea.

“I think we should go to New York. I grew up there, and I really think you guys would like it,” you smiled, as Tara nodded.

“Fuck it, let’s start looking into schools. After you get out of here, of course.”

You called Ethan, squealing in excitement when you and all your friends got their acceptance letters. That’s when the plan was officially set into motion, with the help of Quinn and his dad. Having a detective on your side of things was going to heavily benefit the outcome of everything, and you couldn’t wait to make the people that took Amber from you pay for what they’d done.

Once you started school, you were ‘introduced’ to Ethan. No one could know that the two of you already knew each other in attempts to not ruin the plan before you got to do any damage. Fortunately for the two of you, when you immediately hit it off and seemed to have your own little inside jokes, they chalked it up to young love.

You weren’t official with Ethan for a while, until your “Friends’” constant nagging about it convinced you to give him the chance he wanted. Once you found out that poor boy was a virgin, and you helped him out with that, he was wrapped around your finger. He worshipped the ground you walked on and would do anything you asked him to. The only thing he hated was when you brought up Amber. He hated that she got you first.

The night Ghostface “killed” Quinn and actually killed Anika, you were waiting in the alley on the opposite side of the building for your boyfriend to finish what he went in there to do. You were both supposed to be in econ, but you were his alibi. They’d never suspect you, so they could never suspect Ethan if you said you were with him in class.

He was stripping off the robe as he bolted down the fire escape. He tossed it down to you, and you quickly put it in your backpack as he joined you to walk in a normal pace towards the alley exit at the back of the building.

“How was it?” you asked, smiling at him.

“God, baby. It was the biggest rush. I wish you could’ve been in there with me,” he said, pulling you into a kiss once you made it onto the sidewalk.

“I’m so proud of you. You’re doing such a good job for me,” you praised, ruffling your fingers in his hair a little as he started to pull away. “I can’t wait to make the others pay for what they did to Amber.”

He huffed, his irritation at the mention of her name obvious as you cocked your eyebrow at him. “Do you have a problem?”

“Yeah, I do. I was so excited about what just happened, but then you mention your stupid fucking ex. I feel like she’s all you care about,” he said, his angry tone and harsh remarks about Amber pissing you off. “We’re in this together, remember? Me and you?”

“Yeah, and your dad, and Quinn.”

He started to walk away from you, heading towards his dorm. You followed him, trying to keep up with his pace.

“Quit acting like such a brat,” you said, a few feet behind him on the otherwise empty sidewalk.

“Quit being such a bitch,” he muttered, but the second those words left his mouth, he knew he was in trouble. You quickened your pace, slamming him against the brick wall the second you made it to him.

“What did you call me?” you asked, his eyes going wide at the lust in your tone. He stayed silent, just watching you. “Huh, nothing to say now?” you scoffed, “You know I’m in charge here, baby.”

You pulled away, smiling sweetly at him as you took his hand in yours.

The walk back to the dorm was silent because Ethan knew what he was in for. He was excited, but also nervous. The few scenarios where he did decide to get mouthy with you ended in him being edged to the point of tears, begging you to finally let him cum. He was hard at the thought, but he was always scared you’d just walk away and not let him get the release he needed.

Once you made it inside the dorm he shared with Chad, you knew you had plenty of time to be alone with him. Chad probably wasn’t coming back for the night, but you knew you’d have to get back home at some point.

“Take your clothes off,” you said to Ethan, the stern tone in your voice making him comply. You watched him shed each article of clothing and smirked when you saw the tent in his boxers once he removed his jeans. “Aww, baby. Did you get hard from killing someone? Or was it me pushing you against the wall earlier?” you cooed, as he slid his boxers down, his cock standing at attention in from of you.

“It’s because of you,” he said, his arms resting at his sides as he waited for you to tell him what to do next.

“That was the right answer,” you smiled, “Lay back on the bed.”

He did what you said, watching you intently. You walked over to him, and started to stroke his cock that was resting against his tummy.

“Fuck,” he groaned, before you leaned down and took him in your mouth. He thought you were going to take it easy on him tonight, until you pulled your head away after a minute, his cock drenched in your spit. “Babe,” he whined out.

You rolled your eyes at his neediness. “I want you to grab your cock and start stroking, baby.”

He did what you said, your saliva making his hand glide up and down with ease. After a few minutes, he started to whine.

“This doesn’t feel as good as when you do it,” he whimpered, the tip of his cock turning red as he tried to get himself to cum.

“Well, that’s too bad, baby. What was it that you called me?” you fake-pondered, your pointer finger going in between your teeth, “Oh that’s right. I’m a bitch.”

“I didn’t mean it,” he said, his eyes pleading for you to touch him again. You noticed his hand was no longer moving.

“Did I say you could stop?” you questioned, as his hand movements started back up. “Good boy.” He whined at your words, his hand moving faster. “Do you want me to keep praising you, baby?”

He nodded his head as he kept going.

“You did such a good job tonight. You know how wet you made me when you killed her?” you said, your sadistic side on full display. “I’m so proud of you for doing whatever I ask you to.”

You noticed he was starting to get close, his hand moving even faster and his heaving chest, along with his whimpers making it obvious. Just as he was about to cum, you stopped him.

“Don’t you fucking cum,” you scolded, his hand coming to a stop as he started to whine even more from the lost orgasm.

“I needed it so bad,” he begged, as you shook your head.

“I don’t know if you deserve to cum. Maybe if you didn’t feel the need to call me names…” you trailed off, as he started to get really frustrated.

“I wouldn’t have called you that if you wouldn’t have brought her up,” he snapped, your eyes getting dark at his words.

“Hmm, I think someone’s a little insecure. Are you worried that she fucked me better than you do?” you questioned, “Because I don’t know what other reason you have to be jealous of someone that’s dead.”

“Stop talking about her,” he said, growing furious at the thought of you having sex with someone else.

“You are just too cute,” you said, slipping your shirt over your head. “I can’t believe that you think you’re going to have the upper hand in this, ya know? Like you really think that I’m going to stop talking about her. I loved her, Ethan.”

His eyes stayed on you as you continued to strip out of your clothes,

“What? Cat got your tongue, baby? You have nothing to say?” you asked, sliding your panties down. “Even if you did, I know the perfect way to shut you up.”

You crawled up on the bed, your knees right beside his head as you swung your leg over to straddle his face.

“You better make me cum, or you don’t get to cum. Got it?” you asked, as he nodded before you lowered yourself.

His tongue gently moved against your clit at first. He knew just how you liked it, so he wanted to pace himself. Once he started to lick a little faster, your hands went down to his curls as you really started to ride his face.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you moaned out, his hands going to your hips as he helped you move against his mouth.

You whimpered when his tongue dipped inside you, the muscle massaging your walls as he ate you out. Once he could tell you were getting close, he lifted your hips a little to focus on your clit again. The second he sucked it into his mouth, you started to feel your orgasm building. You gripped the headboard to keep yourself stable, your hands and legs starting to shake.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined out, one hand staying on the headboard as your other went back to his hair. You were tugging at it as that euphoric feeling hit, his groaning from your pulling making the orgasm more intense. He kept your hips moving until you rode out your high, your body getting a little tired from the release.

You got off his face as he tried to catch his breath. He was anticipating what you’d do next, because he made you cum, and he was hoping you’d keep up your end of the deal. You didn’t say anything as you straddled his waist and lined his cock leaking precum with your entrance. He groaned out when you sank down, the feeling making his brain turn to mush.

You started slowly; your hands placed on his chest as you took your time. He was desperate for more, but you weren’t going to give in that easily.

“You aren’t so cocky now, are you? You little bitch.” You put extra emphasis on that word because that’s what he called you, and he needed to know his place. He glared at you as you continued to take your time with him.

Whimpers flooded out of his mouth when you started to bounce on him, his cock almost completely out of you before you sank back down onto him. His hands went to your hips to help you keep your pace feeling like he was finally getting somewhere. He started to babble, his words sounding like ‘I fucking love your pussy’. You smirked at his current state.

“Look at you, so drunk off my pussy that you can’t even talk,” you said, your breathing getting heavy as the tip of his cock kept hitting your g-spot. “Are you okay, sweet boy?”

He started to whimper again, his orgasm quickly approaching. You decided to let him cum, as you leaned forward, your chest almost pressed against his. He gripped your hips harder as he started to thrust up into you, your hips rolling back to meet each one.

Your orgasm was right on the edge, your walls starting to flutter a little. He was trying so hard to get you through another one before he came.

“Fuck, baby. I’m cumming,” you moaned out, as his whines got even louder. Your walls spasmed around him, making his breath hitch in his throat.

The skin slapping and his sounds were bouncing around the room as he kept pounding into you.

“Can I please cum?” he begged, praying that you’d say yes.

You were proud of him for using his words that he hadn’t been able to form. “Yes, baby.”

He whimpered out as his hot cum painted your walls, his grip on your hips getting shaky as he slowed your movements.

“Holy fuck,” he said, his hands rubbing against your back as his cock stayed inside of you.

You listened to his heartbeat as you got out of your dominating headspace, starting to feel a little bad.

“I’m sorry I talk about her so much. I really loved her,” you mumbled against his chest.

“I guess I just feel like I’m always coming in second place to her,” he sighed, sadness in his voice.

“You aren’t, though. I think we would’ve ended up together one way or another,” you laughed a little as he kissed the top of your head.

“After we’re done with all of this, can we just focus on us?” he asked, as you nodded against him.

You laid there for a few more minutes, before remembering that you needed to head back to the apartment.

“I have to go, baby,” you said, sitting up. He groaned as you slid him out of you.

“Do you have to?” he asked, wanting nothing more than for you to stay in his bed with him a little longer.

“If we want this plan to work, then yes,” you said, noticing his cum dripping down your inner thighs as you tried to grab your clothes off the floor. “You came a lot, fuck.”

You grabbed some tissues and wiped it from your thighs before you started to put your clothes back on. He started to laugh a little as you glanced over to him. “What?”

“My cum is going to keep dripping out of you,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Lucky for you, I think it’s hot. It’s a nice little reminder of how good I made you feel,” you said with a smile. “I love you, baby,” you said, kissing him before grabbing your purse and rushing out of the room.

“I love you, too.”

You’d almost made it to the apartment when you noticed all the flashing lights up ahead and could see Mindy and Chad sitting on the sidewalk.

“What’s going on?” you asked, looking around to see the black tarp covering a body in the alley.

“Anika,” was all that Tara could say, before Sam spoke up, “And Quinn. Our apartment is a crime scene right now.”

“Oh my god,” you said, turning on your crocodile tears as you looked over to Mindy. “I’m so sorry.”

“Was Ethan in class tonight?” she asked coldly, her question catching you off guard.

“Yeah, he was sitting beside me the whole time. Then we went back to his dorm for a little bit before I came home,” you lied, as she started to shake her head.

“None of this makes any fucking sense.”

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knightyoomyoui · 1 year

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Jihyo x M Reader- “Catching Feelings”

I'M BACK!

Before I start, I wanna greet a Happy 26th Birthday first to our very own Park Jihyo, the goddess main vocalist, dancer and leader of TWICE!

Now before y'all explore this story that will kick-off Set 5, I just want to say that I never wanted or intended to mix this one with a smut, but I had to because I'm trying to explore other new things to input in my works.

That WAS my very first rule before I started this book but I guess I finally broke it.

So... since y'all know that this has a smut, I want also to remind everyone that this is my first time writing one so please try to understand me readers if I suck narrating it just like how I suck at writing a story.

Now, yeah... again let's start Set 5 shall we?

WARNING: includes mature content, smut, R+18

You woke up in the middle of 6AM in the early morning. Blinking your eyes rapidly as you recover your vision, you groaned with the soothing stretch of your newly awakened body.

Looking at the curtain covered window of your bedroom with your squinted eyes, you saw that the sun hasn't shine very bright yet, making you realize that you indeed woke up very early.

You checked the time in your cellphone before turning it off immediately due to your eyes can't endure the radiation coming from the bright screen of your device.

Placing it on the nightstand beside your bed, you stirred your body to the other side; whereas your sight stayed there for a minute.

A naked body of the woman was still sleeping peacefully. Her front compressed into yours, arm placed atop of your chest which squeezes her voluptous free breasts together.

But ofcourse, the very first thing that you admire the most at this woman beside you that effectively steals your glance whenever you look at her is the gorgeous face of your friend named Jihyo.

You may be asking to yourself, "wait wait, what did you just mentioned at the very last words?"

Yeah. the f- word. Yes, I did say that.

Friends.

Now you're shocked, I see.

But first, before I help the scenario to explain so that you can understand, let's watch them first as I nearly began to make you understand.

As your gaze descended to her nude body cuddling you sweetly, you discovered also that you were sharing the same lack of clothing as her right now. Both naked bodies wrapped in a thick white blanket.

It made you also remember what led to both of you looking like this in your queen-sized bed.

Here we go.

Last night, you just finishing washing the plate you used to eat the last remaining slice of cake from your birthday when you heard a streak of knocks on your door.

You peeked at the peephole, seeing Jihyo standing in front of your door. She was wearing her uniform from work which tells you that she just arrived home at this night hour.

Opening the door, she looked at you at you did the same as you greeted her.

"Hey, Ji. Why are you here?"

She did not respond. Instead, she maintained her unamused demeanor as she looked at you. Not interested to talk about it, so she walked inside while shoving you in through your chest. You were astonished when Jihyo lunges on you in a forceful kiss after you kicked the door shut. A chorus of her whimpers is being played as she pulls your head towards her, brushing her plump lips into yours and the rhythm of your wet tongues colliding. "Ji, what the-," you said after she let go. "I'm so exhausted right now...", she harshly pushed you again, this time with enough power to send you crashing back to the plush sofa behind you. You sat after landing on the cushions as a result of her push. What follows is Jihyo unbuttoning her blouse and throwing it away, showing her massive delicious breasts barely concealed by her white laced bra. You gulped as you felt hot from Jihyo's sudden increase in wildness, now that one of her most alluring parts of her body is entirely exposed exclusively for you. "I've been thinking about this before the last hour ran out so that the shift could end and I could leave...", she said as she grasped the waistband of your underwear and jersey shorts and dragged it down on your ankles, displaying your semi-erected cock extremely close to her face. "All I want to do is rest... with this..." She gripped your cock and massaged the tip at a dangerously slow pace, causing it to harden and enlarge as she felt the pulsate in her warm hands. You moaned as Jihyo began to stroke your cock at a slow pace. "... so please let me unwind by pleasuring you, daddy," Jihyo begged as she pressed her cheek on the length of your cock, accidentally making a cute face as your throbbing wood was there beside, successfully turning you on even more. You can only nod as you are rendered speechless by Jihyo's activation of the kink she prefers to have with you ever since you two began to engage in sexual activities on that night when you were both drunk. And that's when your friendship with Jihyo evolved into friends with benefits, with the lone rule she said that the two of you agreed on ensuring that you both remember it every time you two will do this.

"No romantic feelings involved okay? Just us doing sex, temptations and nothing more. Deal?", it rang onto your mind very detailed.

Jihyo was now sucking your length, even mixing it with a few of licks and slurps, never leaving any portion of your cock tainted with her saliva and your pre-cum. Not to mention that her tempo had increased and she was now aggressively bobbing her head up and down, gliding her mouth and tongue down your entire length, even attempting a deepthroat. "Have I told you before how much I love your cock, daddy~?", she seducively asked you as she paused before proceeding to involve your full balls as she played it on top of her palm. All you could do was groan and grunt, especially as you were towards the end of your endurance, causing the volume to rise.

Jihyo easily noticed it so she hurried her sloppy sucking more on your helpless pulsating cock.

"Aghhh Jihyo... I-I'm cumming... I'm cumming!"

With the final roar, you burst out a huge load of white cream inside her mouth which she just basically chugged it like she was just drinking a milk.

She lets out a refreshed sigh and showed you her empty mouth, proof that no signs of your thick semen left on her.

"You can still give me some more, right Daddy? I don't feel relaxed yet.", she said in a sultry tone.

"Don't worry, Jihyo. Daddy's still has a lot of energy left in him, and Daddy's is willing to share some for being such a nice girl.", you said, joining the flow of the kink. You stood up as you grabbed Jihyo's head as she also rose up along with you.

"But, shall we transfer to the bedroom to get ourselves cozy?", Jihyo agreed before you catched her as she crashed her body, wrapping her legs and arms around her waist and neck as the two of you shared another passionate kiss.

Dropping her to your bed, you quickly stripped off your shirt as well as the remaining fabrics still attached to her.

Aligning your cock in her pussy, you slowly inserted it inside and slowly thrusted on her as each bodies rocked in a missionary position.

You indulged on her jiggling huge mounds, sucking and flicking the hardended nipples with your tongue, adding another shock of pleasure within her as she moaned louder.

You massaged each orbs, giving and treating them equally by tasting each, even burying your face in the middle of her cleavage, comfortably feeling the softness of her breasts pressed on your cheeks.

"Oh yes... ugh... I know you love my tits daddy, mmh squeeze them harder please..."

You are very happy to oblige.

You followed what she said before locking again her mouth by kissing her. She trapped your head once again and even with her legs as she compressed her body even more to yours as you kept on fucking her.

She informed you that she was near to reach to orgasm so you pounded roughly onto her loving hole, thus creating a squeaking sound on the bed.

"Daddy... oh oh I-I'm cumming... mmh I'M CUMMINGGG!!!"

She lets out a loud moan as she sprayed a waterfall of her juices around your cock that is still inside her and also staining the bedsheet with the extra residue escaped.

You still haven't cum yet so you maintained the intense hammering onto her tight little cunt as you can also feel that you are on the verge of meeting the end too.

"You're on a birth control right?"

"Yes, you can fill me up Daddy I need it so bad..."

Three last strong strokes and you did it, splashing a second load of your thick white creamy liquid inside her.

Both of you let out a huge exhausted breaths before Jihyo kissed you again. Refilling the energy again, Jihyo pushed you aside and sat at the top of your thighs where she helped you ride out your orgasm.

"It's working, Daddy. I'm getting energized again. But... please, let me do the work next so I can prove it to you.", she said before she squatted and rubbed the tip of her cock to her clit before bringing her body down to insert your hard cock inside her.

You felt her walls clenched on you.

"Oh Jihyo... you're so damn tight!"

"You're so fucking big and thick daddy, I still can't believe I can have it all... you're stretching me so wide!"

And after that you two engaged into another intimate duel where she rode you in a cowboy position before engaging to a few more around your bedroom, name it being spooning, dogstyle, 69 etc.

Now very spent, you two decided to lay down together on your bed to finally have a legit rest, too exhuasted that both even forgot that neither of you haven't taken a dinner yet.

And that's what happened.

You felt Jihyo swirled her body slightly as she slowly woke up afterwards, groaning at the comfortable spot she's in. She looked at you and smiled.

"Good morning, Ji."

"Morning too, Y/NN", she greeted back. "It's still early yet right?"

"Yeah, can't believe we're already recharged after what we did last night.", you hilariously said.

"Don't feel so though. Why, do you?"

"Nah. I still feel drained also.", she nodded.

"I'm sorry for randomly visiting you in the middle of the night by the way. Perhaps you were busy or doing something important that maybe I unintentionally interrupted?"

"There's no problem, Ji. I wasn't even doing anything that can make me busy last night. I just finished eating my cake before you barged in."

"You sure?"

"I am, promise.", she pouted and lowered her head more, frown deepened as you recognized that she was still rather feeling sad about it.

"Ji, I swear you didn't made me think of you as if I want you to get out of house because I want to be alone, cmon now.", you pulled her head closer beside your chest as you combed her strands of hair gently. "Don't be sad, okay."

"I'm sorry with the mood swings, maybe the stress of having enormous amount of workloads in my office affects me still.", she sighed.

"It's fine, atleast you shared it now atleast that you have a reason.", you tried to cheer her up.

"Do you sincerely forgive me, YN?"

"I swear."

"I don't think you meant it."

"Eh? What's more do you want me to do, Ji?", you confusingly asked her.

"What I want?"

She unraveled her naked body by taking off the blanket covering her body. Her hands travelled down beneath your torso where she reached for your unerected cock and gave it some squeeze. To help it become hard again, she took your hand and guided it in her big tits where you began caressed and mashed it.

"This might be enough to make me fully convinced that I'm a nice girl for you again, daddy~", she bit her lips as she heard you let out a turned on whimper at how relaxing her touch feels on your now re erected cock again.

"Fine. Now turn yourself around and let daddy taste you. After this, we definitely need to have shower and breakfast because we haven't even got to ate dinner last night. I'm hungry", she chuckled at your statement.

"Alright, let's make it quick then. I'm starving too.", she replied, breaking off her "daddy's girl" role for a second.

THE NEXT DAY

You just returned from the house of your cousin who landed from his plane that brought him back to South Korea from Los Angeles after finishing his contract there abroad as a lab researcher.

The stay went on for 3 hours as both catched up immediately through times passed where each of you never had each other very near to spend it all as bestfriends. Before you left, he gave you a bar of Toblerone chocolate as his gift, one for you and one for Jihyo.

Remembering that you'll be able to pass through the road where Jihyo's beauty parlor is located, you decided to pay her a visit instead and invite her to come with you for a dinner.

Parking the car at the sidewalk, you were about to enter the parlor by opening the glass door when you saw something that made you halt.

Jihyo was talking to some other guy, sitting very close to each other and seemingly enjoying their conversation together, as you can see how Jihyo's face crumpling and her mouth widening from her laughter along with the guy.

You mindlessly became even more serious and transformed into very curious based from what you're seeing.

It had you invested to know who is this mystery guy.

But you shook all the thought away as you concluded it was just her co-worker anyways as you noticed that his outfit may be different to Jihyo but for sure it still belongs to their workplace as uniform.

So you just portrayed it as a simple close manager-employee connection.

You furrowed your eyebrows in perturbed at your own self as to why you were even thinking this very seriously.

It was just Jihyo's friend, you assured yourself. Why are you even calming yourself down, you asked confsedly to yourself.

Huffing some air, you grabbed the handle of the door and entered the parlor where your entrance garnered many attention from the people inside, including Jihyo who stopped her talking along with the guy.

"YN?"

"Yo."

"Hey... w-what are you doing here?", she astoundedly asked you as she slowly stood up from her seat and walked towards you.

"Paying a visit. Well, I was from Namjoon's house to see him since he just arrived here earlier from LA."

"Wait, Namjoon oppa's back?!"

"Yup, for vacation. He said he wants to meet you also so... settled on day off?"

"It's on.", she accepted.

"So yeah... since I'm about to drive through this address anyway on the way back to my home so might as well do the same also... to see you.", you explained. "Dinner's on me, samgyup?"

"Oh my God yes please, I'm craving."

"Then samgyup it is."

"You're gonna wait here? My shift's about to be over in less than half an hour now anyways."

"Yeah... I could use some... haircut anyway to make me less bored.", Jihyo understood. She guided you to one of the vacant seats and being the special customer, she offered you her own service by doing your haircut by herself.

Nearly less than 5minutes remaining before her shift ends, Jihyo wrapped up your haircut as she take off the barber cloth on you, untangling it from behind your neck.

You checked yourself on the mirror with your fresh faded style haircut and to be honest, you were definitely impressed by Jihyo's skills.

"Wow, Ji. It looks so good.", you said as you tilted your head nack and forth to take a peek at the sides.

"You look even more handsome tonight, YN.", she said. Without noticing it, you didn't know that you blushed at her compliment especially when you glanced at her reflection on the mirror, smiling brightly while looking also at your fresh new look; signifying that her comment was very true.

"A-ah thanks.", you giggled. "Cmon, I can help you guys clean the place before we go.", she tried to insist but you pleaded for her to let you which she had no choice but to allow.

You arrived with her at the samgyupsal resto where you and her didn't waste any more time to enjoy the food and became delighted at each other's happy talks and yummy servings of food scattered around your table.

After having dinner with Jihyo, she requested to try the newly built parking lot theatre just beside the apartment standing few establishments away from the resto.

You learned that this theatre is only limited for 3 days for everyone who can manage to get a spot in the parking lot. It was actually a promo in return from the celebration of the apartment's 30th anniversary.

Fortunately, you spotted a slot available on the 3rd row just for you to park the car and prepare yourselves for the upcoming movie to be showed. In coincidence, it was Jihyo's favorite movie that was presented next. You watched it together where both of you laughed and cried at the mood of some scenes.

Now driving on your way back to your safe haven, you didn't noticed that Jihyo was already fell asleep after she became silent as she was summarizing to you what just happened to the movie you two just watched.

Opening your garage, you parked your car there and exited to carefully reach Jihyo and carry her in a bridal style as you don't want to disrespectfully disturb her sleep.

You led her to your bedroom where you nicely laid her there and fix her sleeping posture along with her pillow and the blanket to make herself more comfortable.

You just watched Jihyo undoubtedly muttering to yourself how she does look very beautiful and adorable when she's on her peaceful state.

You two are bestfriends for so long and yes you had slept with her on your several overnights together with her from young up until to these days where your relationship with her has somewhat changed now and less innocent compared from before.

You had the chance to witness her resting figure throughout the years but you don't know why only at these time you got so invested and drawed on her charming features.

It's like... unlike your normal friendship with her where you want to just spend your time with her... it evolved to the point where you don't want her to leave your sight at all also.

You clarified to yourself that it doesn't mean anything at all and it just normal to praise her beauty.

You can't break the rule. It reminded you.

"Yeppeuda.", you whispered and smiled timidly.

You patted her head and was about to head back on your living room to sleep on the couch for the night when it struck you with shock as you felt Jihyo's hand holding your wrist.

"J-Jihyo?!", you panickedly called her name.

"Where are you going?", she asked you while her eyes are half litted.

"Uhh at the c-couch. I'm going to sleep there."

"Why not here?"

"Huh?"

"Pabo, are you embarassed to sleep beside me? You're acting as if we never shared the same bed together, might include also our heated moments.", she teased you. You got embarassed hearing that.

"I-it's not that... I just want to give you privacy for t-tonight.", you reasoned.

"No. Sleep with me."

"Jihyo..."

"Please~~~", her tone became cuter which was impossible for your soft spot in your heart to resist.

"Aish, fine you baby.", Jihyo giggled and swept aside to give you some space. You laid beside her and switched the lights off.

"Goodnight, Y/NN."

"Goodnight, Ji."

You faced to the opposite direction, your face facing Jihyo's own.

You closed your eyes and sighed heavily as you tried to shut down your body to sleep although the weird uncomfortable sensation is distracting you.

It became even more useless when you suddenly felt her body wrapped onto yours, her small arms arms looped around your waist and her face buried in your back.

"Hehe... thanks for being my cuddle buddy.", she said before dozing off to sleep. You blushed harder as you heard her say it softly. Before you finally slept also, you glanced at her tender hands attached to your body.

3 DAYS LATER

"YN you there?", Jihyo shouted from inside the dressing area. She checked if you were still there waiting from outside while she's trying all the outfits caught her interest to be worth buying with. This is the third time she's about to change again into another outfit since the first two didn't satisfy you as you thought those two doesn't suit her. "Still here.", you said, although not going lie to yourself that the free sample of that men's cologne section right in front of you from the distance is irking your curiosity to check it by yourself which however, would cost your guard from Jihyo so you rather remained on monitoring.

"I'm done, what about this?", she opened the door and revealed herself again to you for the 3rd time.

You scanned her from head to tone and good heavens, you probably found already the perfect dress for her. Your eyes widened and jaw dropped at how it perfectly fits her.

She looks so immaculate and breathtaking to look at. Her spin as she twirls the hem of her dress and her short black hair to the air felt like she was moving slow-mo and all you have to do is to get mesmerized at her beauty as your heart beat intensifies and senses blackened like the usual admirer would feel whenever he/she sees his/her crush looking so dashing.

Admirer, yes. Your feelings for her grew for the past days and all of the signs threw you to the reality that you are indeed having a crush now on your bestfriend Jihyo when you decided to ask this concern with the help from your cousin Namjoon as you facetimed him last night.

You told him the entire story from what made you develop this strange feelings that only appears whenever she's around or when she's near at you, specifically the night where you visited her at the parlor and saw her conversing with her male co-worker which both seemed to be very happy having their time alone together.

Namjoon also guessed that the reason why you suddenly grown a loving romantic fond towards Jihyo is the fact that both of you were currently still single and never had any relationship from somebody else before. And also that you and her were frequently close to one another most of the time (not to mention, your intimacy moments with her ever since the friends with benefits rule was installed after you and Jihyo accidentally had sex without each other's right consciousness due to alcohol), that might've led you to feel different when you see Jihyo almost expressing same level of emotions she's having to you on other guy.

It made you wonder when Namjoon inserted the question if there's a possibility that Jihyo could be feeling the same thing since she only had you as the guy whom she's very close with but you believe that it must've shrunk now that you have another contender to win her heart.

In addition, your cousin asked you on when do you plan to confess your feelings, you only answered if there's the time you finally mustered up the courage to tell her. Namjoon then cautioned to him that he must kept an eye on Jihyo to make himself aware if he ain't too late yet.

After your conversation with Namjoon ended, you got sad as you can't even tell him properly that confessing to Jihyo won't be that easy because of your "benefits" thingie going on between you and her. Ofcourse it would be super cringey and embarassing if you will just randomly gonna share to others that you're fucking your longtime bestfriend without any glimpse of deep admiration within one another.

You shrugged it off your mind as you remembered what happened last night to avoid ruining your mood and your funtime with Jihyo. Focusing back, you were able to comment just as when she was about to woke your senses back up.

"That's fantastic. Jihyo that one's my pick.", you said, pointing at the red dress she's wearing.

"Really?", you nodded in confirmation.

"I mean... I have to agree with you. I'm also loving the design and style of this brand.", Jihyo said as she looked around below on her red dress. "Okay, it's settled. I'll wear this for tomorrow.", she grinned.

"Tomorrow? What do you in tomorrow?"

"Oh it's our boss' birthday. She and her husband invited us on her house to join them celebrate and we all accepted. Part of showing our gratitude for her kind treatment to us her employees, her invitation and respect if I may include.", she replied.

"Also...", Jihyo became flushed at the thought inside her head. You looked at her as you waited for her follow up.

"I wanted to showoff on Daniel when he meets me tomorrow.", she looked away, flustered from her prepared plan.

"So you b-brought me here t-to help you decide what clothes you're gonna wear to... i-impress him?", you nearly cracked your voice at the last words as the abnormal shots of your heart makes you wince painfully at how it hurts knowing the reason why she dragged you along with her in the first place.

You thought this day will only surround with you and her only.

Not including anyone...

Not even that guy... Daniel.

No one.

You may be sounding possessive but yeah... love can definitely turn you selfish.

What's even the point of disregarding that thought you were thinking earlier about your talk with Namjoon just to prevent your mood shift and destroying your day with her when she's literally the one instead who did the move?

You didn't want to hurt yourself about her but instead it all flipped backwards, she's the one who did it by herself to hurt you about... the reality of what she should be for you.

"Yup. You're a life-saver, YN.", she smiled sweetly at you and clasped her hands in gratitude. Hearing thank yous makes you happy that atleast it tells you that you are helpful but this one's an exception.

"If only you know how much I struggled thinking of what should I wear because I'm panicking that he might not notice how much I prepared also for him.", she sighed. "But I'll try this and still continue with my goal tomorrow, thanks to you YN.", she hugged the new red dress she finally preferred.

"Welcome.", you fakely smiled.

"Cmon, let's pay now to the cashier.", she walk away ahead from you who stood still at your position, stunned at the devastation you're feeling to hear that she's very motivated to chase for him.

Maybe it doesn't matter anymore either you do it or not, you won't win in result of both options anyways, you thought.

THE NEXT DAY

You were currently playing a song from your playlist while playing a guitar when you heard some knocking sounds coming from the person outside your front door.

Furrowing your eyebrows in curiousity, you peeked at the peephole to see who might that be and in your complete bewilderment, you didn't expect this person to be standing in your territory one day.

You opened the door to see the figure of this familiar man in your eyes who has the same height as yours, but what caught your attention more is Jihyo who looks very out of herself, clutching one of her arm around him who seems to be doing his best to support the drunk woman in her stance.

"U-uh... hello. Are you perhaps, YN?", he asked politely.

"I am. How did you know my name and... what happened to this one?", you asked back not leaving your stare at him as you pointed Jihyo who is mumbling nonsensical words and even being touchy and clingu at Daniel who seems uncomfortable at her unstable state.

"You're so cuteee Daniel mmmm~~", Jihyo blabbered while squishing Daniel's biceps. You began fuming in anger due to the jealousy you're getting from Jihyo's clingy actions.

"Jihyo has been saying your name over and over then I asked her who are you. She answered me simply as "bestfriend". Then I remembered that she once mentioned to me about you that you live in front of her house so I followed her address on the phone.", he summarized. " Oh and also... she drinked too many glasses of vodka. We tried to stop her but she didn't listen."

"My name is Daniel by the way.", he introduced himself before he passed Jihyo to you carefully. "I have to go now."

"Thanks.", you simply replied in a serious tone. Daniel just nodded before heading back on his car.

You and Jihyo entered your house and closed the door. You guided Jihyo who is laughing without in her normal conscience towards the bedroom.

You peruaded Jihyo to lay down on your bed but she fought back and instead pulled you closer to her as she tried to engage with you on a sloppy kiss.

"Daddy please punish your babygirl, I had fun without you... I am such a bad girl for daddy~", she pleaded as you struggled to get rid of yourself away from her grasp.

"No, Jihyo. Stop. No sex for tonight, you have to rest, You're drunk."

Being more well-built and stronger that her, you escaped her hold as you saw her pout where you speared yourself away from her. She began rolling and switching every angle in the bed as she groaned when she felt the comfy texture of it.

You saw her tried to catch you again by lifting herself up off the bed only to fail when her drunk state won over. "C-come here... daddy, I need you-", she hiccuped between her words before she slowly succumbed to sleep.

You sighed and shook your head at how problematic Jihyo is being for you tonight. You helped to fix her sleeping posture to a comfortable one before you left the bedroom and sat silently rewinding the issue you're having with Jihyo regarding of you having a crush with her.

"Will still do anything for you, Jihyo... even if I lost, aren't I?", you mumbled to yourself before lowering your body down on the couch and stared at the ceiling during your reprocessing of thoughts.

1 WEEK LATER

Jihyo and Daniel were talking about that rude customer that they encountered earlier and spoke out their opinions and perspective about what happened. It stopped when both her and Daniel exited the parlor.

"I gotta go now Jihyo, I still have to take a visit first on my girlfriend before I go home."

Jihyo halted in her steps. Her wide smile she was encasing suddenly vanished when she heard of something she was wishing that she could've just misintepreted it or something.

"W-what?"

"I said, I gotta go now because my girlfriend told me she'll be waiting for me when the parlor closed.", Daniel laughed. He noticed that Jihyo was still staring seriously at him which he felt awkward looking back at her big rounded eyes.

"G-girlfriend?"

"Yeah girlf- wait, haven't I shared you about this earlier?", Daniel paused as he tred to remember if he did. "Ohhhh wait, I didn't! Now I understand why you got shocked. I thought you just didn't heard me well or something", he said. Jihyo remained silent.

"Sorry for not enlightening about it. Yes, Jihyo...

I do have a girlfriend now. Guess what, she answered me back yesterday!", Daniel erupted in joy. However, Jihyo's heart just shattered into tiny pieces as Daniel sounded very happy that he's into with another girl rather than her.

"This is where I will leave you now, Ji. Be safe okay? Goodbye!", Daniel hurriedly departs from Jihyo who only returned the greet lamefully.

Now all alone, Jihyo feel like she's on the verge of crying out hard as her first heartbreak affected her too much from the failure of capturing her crush's feelings who is now taken with some other girl.

She tried to swipe away the drops of tears slowly dropping from her eyes. Instead of pure immense sadness, it was replaced by anger and disappointment all pointed directly at herself.

And she has an idea in mind already on how to make herself feel better atleast.

You opened the door when you heard a knock, presenting Jihyo who seemed to have such a bad day based from her colorless, blank, and pale expression within her face.

Emerging quick, she ran onto you and crashed herself for a rough kiss with you. You tried to seperated yourselves away from one another but Jihyo tried to continue gaining physical contact at you.

"Jihyo....

Jihyo... stop please

Ji-

JIHYO, ENOUGH!", you unintentionally pushed her away with force. Jihyo just looked at you unbelievably.

"Why, YN? What's stopping you? Huh? You want this, right?"

"Jihyo, please I don't want to do it tonight."

"And again that's the only thing that you've been keep on saying from these past few days. The same repetitive bullshit. No interest, mood, energy blah blah blah. What happened to us who were actively engage having sex before?", Jihyo frustratingly asked you.

"I- I just don't want to just randomly fuck whenever we want, Ji. I told you the reasons and I'm serious with it."

"You've been like this for more than a week now, YN. There has to be something else more than that. Tell me."

"Only those, Ji. Wait, what happened to you anyways why are you being so mad at me?"

"Daniel has his own girl now, and its not me.", Jihyo blurted out with jealousy. "My crush doesn't like me, and I don't know how to feel about that."

You got shocked at what she said. Eyes widened, mouth agaped at the woman who uncontrollably just let her tears flow in her cheeks.

"W-what? H-he....", you tried to speak up but no words were coming to help you build your response.

"And now i'm here who was planning to atleast have some fun with you because I needed you but you're still keeping that same excuse again for me.", Jihyo disappointingly remarked. I'm sorry I'm not buying it anymore, YN. So answer me, what's the real reason behind all of that, huh."

"I-I can't... I can't tell you.",

"Why? What is it, are you keeping a secret from me?", she furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms. "Is that why you are now changed, YN? Is that what i-"

"YES. IT'S BECAUSE OF THAT!", you didn't let her finish anymore as you finally erupted from the anger comsuming and filling your insides. "I CHANGED BECAUSE OF THAT ONE GODDAMN SECRET I'M KEEPING FROM YOU, AND THAT IS BY HOW I JUST PLACED MYSELF RIGHT NOW DEEPLY FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU!", you shouted at Jihyo who was astounded at your confession.

"H-huh? Y-you... that was a j-joke right YN?", Jihyo tried to be denial but that won't it gone easily on you.

You chuckled as tears began pouring down on your face. Jihyo observed that her attempt crossed out just from the look of your face now showcasing also what exactly she must've feeling too.

"Ofcourse it would be a joke to you. You never expected me to say it with all sincerity to you, one day am I right?", you said. Jihyo remained silent.

You sniffed out your tears. "It's not a joke. Jihyo I crossed the line twice where at this moment I'm standing right now in front of you to tell you that I'm not seeing or treating you anymore as just my friend... but as the woman that I truly love.

I didn't meant for any of this to occur within me but ever since I saw you being with Daniel just stopped me from making a fool out of myself. I may have been denying all these what ifs in my head but heart never changed its case, that it only wanted you to be for me.

Now I know why my feelings acts differently than how my mind works, they don't cooperate well because one of them aren't honest enough to itself.

Jihyo, seeing you near at him, hearing his name although there's no need to mention him sometimes, everything just pains me so bad. Most notably, about what you said to me back at the mall that you brought me there just because you want to impress Daniel made me feel like i'm being the bridge for the two of you even though I didn't want you to end up with him.

Y-you... I wanted you rather to be mine, Jihyo.

The rule was stopping me to say it to you directly Jihyo, but I don't give a damn about it anymore, Ji. I don't want to became part of any of this anymore. T-this is wrong.

I don't want us to be just friends with benefits,

I don't want to let myself being held up because of that stupid condition,

I don't want to just do nothing and pretend I'm fine seeing you developing feelings with someone else because...

I love you."

You said before you sighed deeply to compose yourself and ease down the tension also attacking you.

Jihyo on the other hand, became even more tongue tied at your speech. She watched you get rid of your tears all filled with despair and pain caused by her preference of choosing Daniel although she wasn't aware that he was seeing someone probably better than her.

She swallowed and cleared her throat for a second before she took the turn the speak.

"I'm sorry, YN.", your heart skipped when she pronounced these.

"But I only see you as friend.", she said scornfully at you. Meeting her eyes, she doesn't seemed impressed and delighted at your confession.

"We had that one rule. One rule, YN and you can't even be real to a single deal! I thought there's nothing will go on between us. We talked about it but what is this now, YN? Now you're telling me you're catching feelings for me.?", she scoffed.

"I'm so disappointed at you, YN.", she massaged her forehead with her thumb and index finger to relieve the stress ramming into her head irritatingly. "Too bad, I don't see you nothing more than just my friend who turned out that I can use as my fuck buddy or hook up or whatever the hell want you wanna call it just to satisfy my needs and pleasure me to the fullest. You are just a whore. We're alike.", she admitted. You frowned as it broke your heart hearing those harsh words come out of her mouth.

"And that, is being me loyal to our agreement which you can't do.", she pointed at you and grunted in annoyance.

"So that's what you only think of me...", you asked her but you didn't bother to look. Your fists and jaw clenched furiously as it tore you apart hearing what she said.

"Fine. Fuck everything. I must tell you I can't do that for you anymore, Jihyo. This isn't right. I'm done.", you walked at the door where Jihyo just perplexedly watched you.

"Where are you going?"

"That won't concern you, Ji. Leave me alone for a while, will you?", you stepped out of the house and went inside your car to activate the engine and drive away.

"YN! YN COME BACK HERE!", she shouted at the window and knocked furiously but ended up being ignored.

She watched your car disappear from the distance, leaving her all alone still boiling in bad blood at your argument together with her about that golden rule that has now been broken because of you.

"Aish, I'll just gonna talk to him tomorrow.", she irritatedly spat before entering at your house to sleep and guard your own property without your presence there.

TWO WEEKS LATER

It's been two weeks since you left Jihyo in your house to be alone just to process everything you and her argued about. You were hurt so bad at the part of what she can only treat is still stuck to your mind and is being repeated over and over again makes you want to end this.

That's what you are before to Jihyo but you sweared that it won't be anymore because you're officially enough. You can't just fuck her when you developed strong feelings for her and the sex doesn't mean only for cravings and lust for you now. It has to be used necessarily.

Everything you just want to revolve around you and her is love.

Sadly, Jihyo doesn't feel the same so it won't work that way.

So what can you do about it? You can't force her to like you back because you're aren't even her ideal guy.

Remember, she only sees you as a friend slash fuck partner.

But you don't want it especially having her near you so you were thinking of a way to just end it once and for all.

Luckily, you were given a solution from your cousin Namjoon whom you visited at that night where you walked out of Jihyo. Arriving there, you bursted out in a dam of tears as you sobbed harder around the arms of your cousin who comforted you.

You shared to him what happened, still discarding the sex truths and Namjoon attentively listened.

Namjoon only offered you this advice to help you in this tough situation.

"If that's what you can only give based from her then just... reverse the role, YN. Hear me out, she doesn't like you anyway dude and you can't do anything it.

I say, you need to be the one to look for a girl to gain interest this time and she's there all alone. Unlike you, she won't mind it anyway. Let her consume and reflect everything. Just use that time of searching to heal your heart after the damage she inflicted on you."

"Will I be able to do that?"

"She can, what about you? YN, again... she doesn't even like you so what's the resist? She doesn't deserve you man. Prove to her that you are a complete loss to her. Have her out of your sight from weeks and maybe... you could get move on already from her."

And you listened, taking mental note of it as you remind yourself everyday. What did you do then? You didn't went back home for 3 days because you know that Jihyo is still staying there.

You decided to not have a sight of her for days to avoid affecting you as you slowly recover. You tried to get her out if your head and heart as you began looking for other girls to look for an opportunity that didn't went successful on Jihyo.

Namjoon helped you so he took you with him once to a coffee shop where you got introduced to his barista friend. She does look cute and beautiful and her face looks very young as if her age doesn't describe her looks.

You made up your mind that you need to go home bow after 3 days of being away and Namjoon only gave you goodluck message.

Arriving on the house, Jihyo saw you from her window that you are standing there unlocking the door of your house. She sprinted outside and tried to ran while calling your name loudly but you just ignored her and gave her a loud shut of your door, leaving Jihyo frowning as she realized you may have been still upset about what she said to you.

And it went on day after day of you ignoring her and if not you'll instead act very cold whenever she begs you to talk with her. With your treatment over her she feels as if she was just a stranger only to you.

Her being alone and unwanted by her bestfriend made her effectively lonely, sad, disheartened and guilty... most importantly, angry at herself as she now realized that this is all her fault and it's her job to fix the mess she caused.

The intensity increased when one day while she was with her friend who is the daughter of her family's friend named Sejeong spending time outside, she was baffled at what she saw from a far.

It was you going out at the same coffee shop you and Namjoon went but this time, you had that barista girl on your side.

She kissed you on the cheek which left you dumbfounded before she returned inside.

That sight just smashed Jihyo's heart in a snap.

Her eyes dwelled up in tears and her rough breaths choking her up as her heart overloading with despair, Sejeong checks up on her and she immediately ran back to her friend's car where she bawled up in a sound of cries.

Sejeong came in to comfort her older sister-figure friend and asked her to tell everything that happened between you and her.

Jihyo began from that night where you and her argued (also excluding the sexual relationship) and only intepreted that she told you harsh response at your confession, making her rejection seemed so terrible to you.

These past few days of you now bringing that sudden complete change of personality only for her after what she've done admitted that she deserves it at all as a karma, but she doesn't want it to last longer as she only wants to bring you back to her, apologize and solve this problem.

Without you feels like her day won't be complete. She then expressed how important you are to her and how the uplifting emotions can only be given by you, now that it holds another special value to her when she learned you are in love throughly to her.

Sejeong analyzed it all until it came to the conclusion where she said it to Jihyo after understanding all the dots comnected leading to this one answer:

"Jihyo, you're in love with YN too don't you?"

"E-ehh?"

"Say it, Ji. Hearing everything you said, that was your heart you're using to express everything you feel whenever you're with him and how it hugely impacted you when he disappeared at your side, still bringing that grudge of what you did to him."

"Your heart was speaking the reason why does this bothers you so much, more than even enough to think of him only as your friend. Just say it, Jihyo unnie. You just realized that you're also in love with him after all this time.

Your mind is telling you no but the heart... the heart never lies as much as you want to twist what it says."

She opened her phone and looked at her wallpaper which she changed 2 days ago.

It consists of your picture she took when you visited Busan with her.

She was longing for you during at that time and she didn't even realized the exact reason why she did this.

Just like yours, she was from wanting to spend more time with you now evolved this time to her desire of not wanting you to leave out of her sight.

Thinking all of it clearly.

It does makes sense.

You are the only guy who makes her feel this way since before your childhood.

Yours was way different that Daniel.

Sejeong's explaination makes sense.

It all makes sense to her.

YN/LN

The name of the guy who made Jihyo fall in love with.

She... she truly does love you too.

"Oh my god.", she covered her mouth in shock. "I screwed up so bad, Sejeong-ie..."

Sejeong smiled at her poor friend who was now enlightened. "Go get him back, unnie. Make amends with YN oppa."

She hugged her friend who continued to bawl her tears more while having the image of your devastated state when she said that disrespectful words in her head.

Now... she was feeling pity too.

THE NEXT DAY

You were having a breakfast after cooking your food in the kitchen when you heard knocks coming from your door.

You went to see who that is, and it shock you to see Jihyo standing in front of your door with her somehow lame emotion.

You tried to ignore it as you were about to return back to your chair when you heard her muffled voice from behind.

"Y-Y/N... I know you're awake. Please... can we talk? I... It will be quick I promise. Please, let me in...", she begged as she continued to knock.

You closed your eyes to hold back but it completely weakened you as you began hearing blurred noises of what it sounds like she's... shredding tears.

You cursed under your breath and opened the door slowly to see Jihyo kneeling in front of you while wiping her eyes that are now wet from her tears.

"J-jihyo?! Psst, get up."

She looked at you and slowly stood up where you offered your free hand to assist her. "Y-YN?"

"Yeah. Now come in, I don't want you to be seen like this.", you said before she entered your house and you closed the door.

Jihyo immediately hugged you tightly as she sobbed even more. "Y/YN... Y/N I missed you..."

"Jihyo, hey... stop crying please it's too early in the morning for you to be like this."

"I-I'm sorry, YN.", she spoke the words you've been somehow wanting to heat directly from her. It made you speechless as you continued to hear it all from her. "I'm sorry f-for saying that things to you. I didn't meant it I s-swear...

I just got brought on to the frustration I'm feeling at that day... I've been wanting to talk with you properly after that happened but y-you... you're avoiding me.", she stuttered as her sniffs were making her pause between her words.

You returned the hug back and gently caressed her back to calm her down. "Go on, Ji. Proceed. I'm listening."

"That night made me realize everything t-that... without you, I feel nothing... I feel lost and unmotivated to do everything all day... you're t-the one who provides me what I need.

Aside from the lust we're craving, what's more important to me is that... I-I really can't have you o-out of my sight. I want to be with you every single day. I can't lose you, YN.

I regretted everything that I said to you, YN, because it was all f-false...

YN... I'm in love with you too."

Your heart skipped beats in pattern aligned with you complete wave of shock cursed in your veins as you heard that words you didn't expected anymore to have her speak it out wholeheartedly of you.

"J-Jihyo?", you reacted. She looked to you and slowly seperates her away from you as she stood there while having her head lowered in shyness and fingers tangling with each other as she felt nervous and scared telling this to you.

"But I m-maybe too late now. Now after I s-saw you with another girl y-yesterday, that kiss on your cheek must've felt so good to you now, isn't it?", your eyes widely opened when she mentioned that moment where you visited that coffee shop and saw that lovely barista lady.

"Y-you saw it?"

"I did. I was with my friend at that time buying from other store."

"..."

"So yeah... I guess I can't have you now. I can't get the same thing you've been wanting to receive from me when you spilled all of your feelings to me. It's all karma, I get it. And it's rightful for me to receive it all for being the one to be blamed.

I deeply apologized for w-what I've done, YN. If I can't make you love me back, can you just atleast... forgive me instead?", she teared up again as she looked at you.

You watched her vulnerable state all visible to you and it hurts seeing her being like this.

You took the turn to speak as you stepped forward, your figure now inches away from her.

"I forgive you, Ji.", you admitted.

Jihyo was felt relieved by it.

"I know I deserve also to send my apology for giving you a stranger treatment, ignoring and acting cold towards you whenever you try to approach me just so you can solve the problem that has been going on between us. I became too selfish, only minding what I felt but I didn't let myself get affected when I could notice the regret of you for doing that.

I can't be mad at you at all, Jihyo. You're too hard to resist anyway. I just felt it more from the words I unexpectedly would hear from you.

But what's done is done and now telling me that you don't mean it at all will put my mind to rest from overthinking.

And about that what you saw yesterday..."

Jihyo frowned her lips more.

"I... I do am meeting other girl while I'm away from you..."

Jihyo choked up as she's about to cry again at your confirmation.

Only to sunk down when she heard the next thing you said.

"Just to move on completely for you and accept the truth that you didn't want me more than just us as friends but... it didn't work, Ji.

It's too hard.

My heart still forcibly telling me that it chooses you."

The first tear escaped in your eye.

"I don't know... maybe that girl might be falling for me now but I guess I can't make it sure for her that I will catch her because...

It's still you, Jihyo. I still can't help myself but to keep on loving you even if you're hurted me. I'm too attached on you."

You cried as you confessed again to her again.

Jihyo's eyes glistened aside from the tears but also from the loving feeling being mixed as the man in front of her made her felt it that way... and probably the only person she would want to.

"Y-you mean t-that, YN?"

"I do, Jihyo. I love you so much, I can't fool myself again.", you nodded at you reached the side of her face to sway the strands of her hair blocking off her tear stained yet gorgeous looking facial features.

"What about you?"

"I'm sure as hell I do love you too, YN... and I'll be willing to hear those words only when it will be from you.", she confirmed. She reaches for your spare hand and locked it in her soft grasp.

Your heart swelled in delight at the touch of your friend who now turned lover.

"If that so... then let's make a new deal between us."

"Eh? What is it?"

"I may have been broken the first but I don't mind, it's worthless so scratch that... because I have a better replacement."

"And that is?"

"Starting today, let's have our feelings to be involved through anything between us and never lose it, Jihyo. Deal?"

"Deal.", she grinned and nodded at you.

She pulled your head towards her to land yourselves for a kiss that has was once only being done through lust, but now it was merely prompted by your enormous love with each other.

It lasted for nearly half a minute to savor the sweetness and happiness of having the love of your life to feel and built the same amount of romantic fond as you.

You two leaned away from the kiss and wrapped yourselves again for a grateful hug as both grinned largely at the embrace.

1 MONTH LATER

You ans Jihyo has reached your first monthsary together since both were officially proclaimed yourself as a couple.

And what better way to think of an idea to celebrate your special day together with than to ask her out for a romantic date tonight.

Jihyo went down to the stairs and you watched her as your eyes gazed at the dress that she newly bought days ago... this time, it was meant to impress you more as her boyfriend whenever you and her would go out which ended up being your favorite.

You felt touched as you realized that she chose to wear it for your date with her.

"Wow.", you gasped as you stared at Jihyo looking like a smoking hot goddess in front of you. "You look so beautiful and damn sexy in that dress, babe."

"Thanks", she giggled sheepishly. "I knew you would like seeing me wearing this dress, so I did it first time on our first date."

"Now I feel special, Ji.", you chuckled. You placed your phone in the pocket of your pants and grabbed the keys for your house and car.

"I'm so excited yet nervous! I can't believe we're having this today, you know."

"Same here, Ji.", you seconded. "But I know we will do well. It's for us, so all we have to do about it is to have fun."

"You're right."

"What do you want to do after this? Do you want us to go somewhere?"

Jihyo cupped her fingers on her chin as she thinks. Her face shined as an idea appeared in her head.

She looked at you and her expression changed to a playful one.

"Hmmm... I think bedroom being next will do~", she placed her hand on your chest and gently rubbed it as she cooed after leaning closer into your ear.

"We can end our night with our own kind of fun by having you all by myself, and you would love to do same for your babygirl... right daddy?~", she purred whilst wearing that devilish smirk as she leaned away to look at your tensed reaction.

"Y-yes, babe.", that's all you had to say at that seducive move by your girlfriend. It surely does a blessing to have this woman all by yourself and proudly claim her as your property.

"Goddamn, Jihyo that's so hot."

"I knew you would say that. When did I never?", she teased you again. She returned back from acting normal as she looked at you seriously, cooperating with your stare.

You cupped her cheek and caressed hrr tender skin with your thumb. She hold your hand and pushed it further to her while doing it. "This is so sudden but... I just want to say thank you again, Jihyo. Everything. I can't wait for us to have more of this in the upcoming future as all of me will remain loving all of you forever."

Jihyo was touched and blushed at your sweet message. "We're gonna have more and more of this, I promise you YN and I can't stop me from wanting it too.

I truly fancy how you're not just the type of person who just talk that talk and instead believes that action speak louder than words.

Through that I can feel how much you always love me, and I would be really glad to be on your side most of the time, from moonlight till sunrise." (Author: Wow, cheesy. Lels.)

You and Jihyo kissed once again, just two lovers sharing pure love with one another and wants to be strong in their relationship.

"Are you ready?"

"With you? Always babe.

"Great. Let's go now to our monthsary date, babe.", you said to her before you and Jihyo make your way out of the house with hands holding tight at one another.

#twicejihyo #jihyoxmreader #jihyoxreader #jihyoxmalereader #twice #twiceoneshot #twiceau #kpopau #kpoponeshot #jihyooneshot #jihyoau #jihyosmut

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twig-tea · 7 months

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Liminality in Last Twilight

Here are the two main definitions of liminal:

of, relating to, or situated at a sensory threshold [or limen]: barely perceptible or capable of eliciting a response

of, relating to, or being an intermediate state, phase, or condition : IN-BETWEEN, TRANSITIONAL

(the above phrasing from mirriam-webster).

Hopefully y'all are already picking up what I'm putting down; this show is all about that liminal space both these characters are in when they meet, and the limen of Day's vision is a major moment already highlighted in the trailers. I thought it would be useful to track those moments of liminality and see if they have significance/if this lens adds to my understanding of the show. After EP 1, I'm pretty confident this is intentional and adding value to at least my watch, so I'm committing!

Incidences of liminality in Last Twilight EP 1

Start of the series is Day waiting for his game to start; that liminal space right before the game begins

Similarly the first time we see Mhok is on that trolley thing under the car; a tool used to move from one space to another

Mhok is placing sequential bets, living in that liminal space before the game ends and money is owed

The uncertainty around Day's health in the game; where he can't tell what's happening, and is transitioning from playing the game to unwell and needing to leave

The first instance of limen represented to the audience via blurry camera, when Day looks up at the lights

Porjai unable to get out the words to Mhok about what happened to Rung, and the extended liminal space of not knowing what happened to his sister

The liminal space of having been locked up and now free but still not free from having a record

Also just undergoing any job search especially while unemployed is liminal space

Day trying to get a caretaker/adjust to his new life

20% vision: a defined limen for Day's sight

The car in the garage waiting to be paid for; refusing Mhok's decision and extending it for another 6 months

Day and Mhok meeting for a second time in the elevator (a liminal space)

Day waiting for a cornea transplant, with an unknown amount of time before it will happen (if it happens at all)

Day and Mhok meeting for the third time in another liminal space, this time the middle of the street

Another instance of limen represented to the audience using blur, this time of the street and of Mhok's face (thank you to @pondphuwin for your post that made me go back to notice this)

Again, when Day offers Mhok the job, Mhok makes a firm decision and is to told to think about it more--he keeps getting thrust back into liminal space

In Mhok's flashbacks, he thinks back to moments of liminality: the car, the job hunt, and then being told not to let opportunities pass him by

Tagging the ol' ephemerality squad as well as folks I've seen post about this show or who I've spoken with about this show so far, because I want other thoughts on this, but no pressure. I won't tag anyone who doesn't engage with this idea in any future posts unless you ask, and I won't mind!

@chickenstrangers , @clara-maybe-ontheroad , @colourme-feral , @distant-screaming , @lurkingshan , @neuroticbookworm , @rocketturtle4 , @slayerkitty , @thatgirl4815 , @ranchthoughts @waitmyturtles , @wen-kexing-apologist, @bengiyo, @heretherebedork, @respectthepetty, @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Whether or not you want to follow along, I would love help noticing the visual instances of liminality because I tend to not process visual changes well and it means I don't clock a lot of visual things. So please tag me in anything like that, even if you don't want to be tagged!

#last twilight #last twilight the series #bl meta #the last twilight limen #typed so i can stop thinking it

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lovemyromance · 2 months

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I really hate this rhetoric of antis saying Elain only starts to feel better and snaps out of her depressive state in ACOWAR when Lucien gets there.

*fair warning this is a super long and chaotic post so please bear with me*

For one, it really just shows how they don't understand basic POVs or choose to ignore it. Lucien is not the catalyst to Elain's clarity, he didn't do anything for her when he got there.

His presence was not at all wanted by Elain. He made her uncomfortable. Even Nesta could recognize that and she snarled every time he tried to go near her sister.

From a strictly logical writing perspective, the reason you see correlation between Elain starting to feel better and Feyre & Lucien's arrival in the NC in ACOWAR... is because the story is literally told from Feyre's point of view!!?

How in the seven hells would we as readers even know about Elain's depressive state let alone her feeling better if Feyre (our narrator) isn't there? We don't see how bad it is unless Feyre sees it. We don't see it improving unless Feyre witnesses it.

The fact that Elain starts to recover after Feyre's arrival makes sense because how else would we know if the story is being told through Feyre's point of view?

Feyre notices Lucien try to talk to Elain. She also notices how uncomfortable her sister is around her mate. She immediately voices "What if the cauldron was wrong", questions if it's possible to reject the bond and now that makes her an unreliable narrator?

You know what Feyre also notices?

When Majda says "A mate should be able to sense something amiss."

And they bring in Lucien - here's your big moment my dude, tell us how to help her - and he does nothing. He could sense the bond but he couldn't sense anything about Elain. Certainly not enough to tell what was amiss.

The most he ever did was say "She needs fresh air." Not, as the antis would have you believe, sunlight. He says she needs fresh. air. After a long internal monologue how she's been cooped up in her room for far too long.

Also, Azriel wasn't even present to hear Lucien say that. But the moment he carried her (bridal style, but who's keeping notes?) to the townhouse, he offers to show her the garden.

And he was the one to figure out Elain was a Seer.

And people keep yapping "Oh he figured out what Elain's powers were that's not what was wrong with her. Her powers are not WRONG. Rhys figured out Nesta's powers. Oh he just wanted a new weapon for the NC." Stop that. You look like clowns 🤡.

He figured out her powers. And she got better. Her powers inherently were not wrong, but but she was being assaulted with visions she did not ask for nor understand. Poor girl probably thought she was hallucinating and going crazy. It was what was wrong with her. The fact that she had all these crazy visions, and she did not know what was happening.

The second Azriel figures out her powers, Elain immediately feels better. Don't believe me? Look at the text:

(+ bonus of the High Lady observing another way Elriel makes sense)

Also, you know what is Especially, Really, Super Interesting? When Lucien tries to help and says "she needs fresh air".

Nesta immediately says "We'll judge what she needs."

But then -

Later, after the attack in the library, Elain tells them about the other cursed queen. Even Nesta is tired, not ready to hear her "crazy talk". Lucien asks "should we-does she need.." looking to figure out if they should help her.

But Azriel? He is the first person to listen to her. Not Nesta, Not Feyre, certainly not Lucien. He asks her a question, treats her like normal and asks "What other?"

He knew. Somehow - he figured out she was a Seer. He knew she would like to sit in the garden. He knew she doesn't need anything.

And y'all can debate all you want. But he figured it out when her mate could not. He understood what Elain needed, without her having to say it.

Also, antis always like to use the excuse of "we don't know what's going on with Elucien, we'll know more in their POV" but then with their whole chest, like to say how Azriel didn't at all help Elain before Feyre was there.

How. Do. You. Know. That?

Feyre = Narrator. No narrator present = we don't know what happened! It's simple? You can't make that point with such confidence if you don't know.

You also can't say "Oh why didn't she get better without Feyre and why didn't Azriel figure it out before?" Because why tf would SJM write such an important part of her plot off page, without our narrator (Feyre) being there to witness it?? What tells a greater story:

Readers being witness to the depressive state of Elain, her confusion, her ramblings, then Azriel figuring out she's a Seer and she immediately gets better

Readers apparently come to know that while Feyre was out, Elain went crazy depressive but now she's fine because Azriel figured out she's a Seer now (whatever that means) don't worry? Why even mention it then? That would be 2 paragraphs of text vs. multiple chapters. Where would be the drama, the intrigue?

Come on people. Please stop with the reaches. It is getting very tiring how you are twisting canon moments and being flat out incorrect with canon to prove your weak points.

Like, one of the Eluciens biggest argument is about "Elain saying she needs sunshine" and Lucien saying "She needs the sun." When he literally does not say that? He says she needs fresh air. Sure he is the Heir to Day Court, but he's not the HL yet. He doesn't even know that yet. His symbolism has always been flames, not sunshine.

Why should we take anything seriously when their "canon backed evidence" is wrong?

Also just as a fun little ending to this super chaotic post: here's a cutesy snippet I found in ACOWAR about Azriel's shadows when he calms himself down (aka them disappearing is also not bad for the millionth time)

The shadows lightened ... into sunshine.

But please, keep talking about how Elain needs the sun and Azriel needs someone to handle his darkness and yada yada yada. 🫶🏼🫶🏼

#elriel #azriel #elain archeron #pro elain #elain x azriel #acotar #elain #antielucien

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hungrynessforfics · 1 month

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Miles Morales WIPs!

So after the poll, most of y'all wanted me to post what I had so far so here it is! I plan to start one of these fics soon and post the first part. Please let me know what y'all think( let's keep it positive/ constructive criticism only please)

Earth1610 Miles

Cheater!Miles x Reader/yn

Miles Meets reader who just recently moved to NYC and takes immediate interest in her, despite his already-established relationship with Gwen. Reader/yn does eventually find out and confront him,

Reader/yn is black-coded!

College/Aged up Miles and Gwen for obvious reasons

Appears made by Hobbie

Angst, Fluff, and Smut(if i can summon up the courage)

Multi-part fic(maybe 6 pts?)

Excerpts:

EI:

Y/n sighed, looking down at the glossy hardwood floor beneath her, one hand on her hip and the other reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose. Her eyebrows furrowed in irritation, the breaths she took almost silent like a faint hissing sound and Miles could tell by her mannerisms it was an attempt to calm herself from lashing out at him. After an agonizing minute or so Y/n removed the hand on her face bringing it down to match the position of the other placed. Now with both hands on her hips, she finally looked up at the handsome yet irritating man before her to speak.

“ Listen, Miles if you want to continue whatever this is…” she says flicking her index between the two of them, “...you need to figure out what you want out of the relationship you already got going on. Cause’ I ain’t NOBODY’S side piece, understand?” Her voice slightly raised in volume emphasizing the last part, before returning to her previous tone. “So until you do… don’t call me, text me, and I BET NOT catch yo ass climbing up my fire escape.”

EII:

“ Whatchu mean, how’d I know? Besides the obvious signs, almost every time you spent the night I’d wake up the next morning—and I wake up early, I’m talking 5:30 in the morning, you’d be gone. So I figured you either had to sneak back to ol’ girl at home OR yo ass is Spiderman, because nobody is roaming around Brooklyn at 3 in the morning besides that nigga.”

Miles x Venom!Reader

Miles still has lingering feelings for Gwen but after her betrayal he’s been distant. And after returning to his spider-verse he’s assigned to show the new late-term Vision’s student around. What he didn’t expect was for them to be his dream girl except for one tiny flaw…she’s Venom’s new host who’s been making criminals ‘disappear’ across Brooklyn.

Reader/yn again black coded

Anti-hero not necessarily a villain

Cute yn and Venom dynamic

Quick Eddie Brock cameo(he dies lol)

Mama Rio and Papa Jeff rooting for yall

Gwen of course

Miles and Reader do find out each other are Spiderman and Venom

Fluff and Angst

Excerpts:

EI:

(Miles POV)

I probably shouldn’t even be attempting to talk to anyone right now after the whole thing with Gwen, but I can’t help it this is all too familiar. New girl at Visions, I gotta show them around, we get cool and I catch feelings and—I find out she’s Spiderwoman from another universe great: not great. I barely even know the girl and I’m over here freaking out like a moron! I need to get my shit together quickly before she walks this way! Just chill out Miles calm ya nerves and just try and holla at her real quick; hopefully, this won’t be as painful and awkward as my first interaction with Gwen.

Earth42 Miles

Miles x Venom!Reader

Is different from the 1610 Miles version

After becoming Prowler with the help of his Uncle Aaron, Miles finds himself excessively tired and distracted, especially with the appearance of a new Visions student and a mysterious entity making the villains he keeps tabs on disappear.

Excerpts:

EI:

Miles Morales, most students at Visions knew who he was and few had seen him. Probably because he skipped classes too far in between due to his late-night activities and when he did show up for class he dimmed his presence to avoid being noticed. Granted he only really spoke to Ganke and rarely paid attention to the rest of the school’s population even the girls who threw themselves at him. However, it was easy to notice new transfer students at Visions, they stuck out like a sore thumb. Even for Miles, he’d see them once and just like everyone else continue ignoring them for the remainder of the school year. But this time, he physically wanted to slap himself on the forehead. The new girl has been sitting next to him for months and he’s not once noticed her, either she’s good at being quiet or his Prowler duties have fried his brain.

EII:

“Take a picture; it'll last longer”, a feminine voice suggested; it was the end of the school day and everyone was rushing home. A new figure had caught Miles' eyes across the hall as he shoved his textbooks into his locker and he’d been staring at it ever since. The figure was the new girl Ganke had hinted at earlier during lunch who definitely felt someone staring at them. Catching Miles in the act she first tried giving a small smile, then waving ‘hi’, and eventually, two minutes had passed and dude was still staring! Having no explanation for the seemingly rude staring, they walked straight through the crowded hall to Miles who now finds himself in a dilemma.

Whipping his head to the source of the voice, Miles’ looked down at the attractive girl before him. “ I-uhh was I staring?”.

Seemingly annoyed the girl’s eyebrow lifted as she cocked her head braids swaying to the side. “You got a staring problem or somethin’?”,

“No, I jus-..look I’m sorry for staring, I haven’t seen you around before.”

“I haven’t seen much of you around either, granted I’m new or whatever but you don’t see me gawking at every passerby!” she replied one hand perched on her hip.

“Is this how you NYC niggas act ‘round here? 'Cause if so I need to know now.”

Miles stifled a small laugh, he didn’t even mean to laugh it just happened.

Staring in disbelief the girl in front of him was about to raise her index at him until he spoke again.

“Chill mami, I didn’t mean to offend you or nothing, what you said was funny I’m not gonna lie. Putting out his hand to shake he continued, “I’m Miles Morales, sorry for staring earlier and—laughing at you just now.”

Surprised by his sudden change in demeanor(and sultry accent) the girl before him flushed and nodded before coming back to her senses and shaking his hand in return.

“(Y/n)(L/n)....wait— you’re my missing lab partner from Chem 2! Where the fuck have you been?”

#earth 1610 miles morales x black! reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x black reader #miles morales x reader

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Reagan Ridley X Neglected! Child! Reader Oneshot

Ok so y'all know that Reagan x neglected child reader headcanons I made, right ? I couldn't help but feel an urge to also make a oneshot about it.

This will follow a similar scenario as the headcanons one so I advise you read that first (not required to understand where I'm going with this plot though.)

Enough blabbering, it's showtime !

Trigger warning : This one-shot will contain mentions of neglect, mental abuse and nearly fainting. If any of these things make you uncomfortable, please scroll past this post. You have been warned.

3rd person POV

In the middle of an alleyway you desperately searched for some kind of food, but alas anything you found was either disgusting or simply not enough to fulfill your hunger. With a sigh you leaned against the nearby wall as you swore you could feel your vision get blurry. All you could do now was close your eyes and pray someone will come by to help you. Not like that will happen though... Right ?

Reagan's POV

As I drove back home, I spotted out of the corner of my eye a kid. At first I didn't pay much attention but I soon noticed something very wrong with them. The kid looked skinny, TOO skinny to be exact. They also looked to be nearly fading into unconciousness.

I thought about what I should do, I couldn't just leave them ! That'd be heartless of me ! But I have quite a busy job so... I'm not sure about taking them in.

..Ah what the hell.

"Hey ! Need a place ?" I shouted at the kid, they turned around and their tired expression turned into one of happiness.

"Y-yes please !" The kid shouted back at me as they instantly got into my car in the back seat, I instantly drove back to my home.

Small timeskip

After putting on my regular clothes and giving the kid some food, I figured it was time to ask them about what was going on and why they were all alone in an alleyway.

"So kid, I got some questions for you. If you're comfortable answering them of course." I gently said.

"O-of course ! Ask me anything, it's the least I could do to repay you." The kid replied.

"Ok good, so, why were you alone in an alley ?" I asked, the kid's mood seemed to dip a little.

"I- I ran away from home." The kid revealed to me, I grit my teeth a bit before speaking up again.

"Why did you run away ? Did something happen between you and your family ?"

"My p-parents never cared for me, they always either i-ignored me completely or they would constantly insult me. Telling me I'm w-worthless and stuff like that." The kid answered.

I wasted no time and instantly hugged them, I knew the pain of having unloving parents, a shitty childhood...

There was something in me, telling me to take care of this kid. I- I needed to ! I wasn't gonna let them potentially be taken by another scumbag family !

"You're staying with me !" I declared to the kid as I ended the hug, they seemed surprised.

"H-huh ?" Was all they muttered.

"You're gonna be staying with me, I'll be adopting you. You won't have to go back to that shit- terrible family of yours."

Tears of I presume joy, ran down the kid's eyes as they once again wrapped their arms around me for a hug. Was what I doing here the best decision ? Probably not... but I made this choice, and I was gonna be sure to be the best mother I could to this kid.

I had so much fun writing this ngl.

Reagan I feel would be that type of mom who tries her best, she's not the greatest but she does try to make her kid(s) happy.

Alright, that's all for now.

Sayonora~.

#reagan ridley #save inside job #renew inside job #cant stop wont stop #I shall keep protesting until this show comes back in some way shape or form #reagan x reader #inside job #child reader #comfort

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eclipsethemagic · 2 months

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Rain |JJK|

Summary: Jungkook loves you, he really does. Loving you comes a price every time y'all are together.

Rating: M

Warning: there isn’t really any warnings.

⭐️Masterlist ⭐️Jungkook Masterlist

He was the one who choose his career before you and done it time to time, again and again. Here he is, outside your house building up the courage to knock on the door. He got back this morning and didn't tell you he did. The last words you told him was that he could forget about you and never come back. Well you said it more harsher then that but Jungkook didn't wanna repeat the words.

The rain pours harder as Jungkook gets out the car, his hood on his head. Running to the porch his heart beats faster and faster. "This is it." He mumbles to himself. He lifts his fist to the door, knocking three times against the red wooden door. Jungkook stands there, the rain behind him hitting the ground peacefully. The door unlocks before opening up. You stand there, in one of his black hoodies with white running shorts on. Fluffy brown socks on your tiny feet compared to his.

Y'all both stand there not really saying a word. His dark brown eyes look so soft compared to yours. You sigh and move to the side. "Come in." Soft but stubble. Jungkook noticed every since y'all been together you been that way. Soft but stubble. He walks in, taking off his black army boots and sit them besides all of your shoes.

"What are you doing here?" She ask after shutting the door behind her. Jungkook shrugs. Why is he here? He didn't notice he was outside her house until he seen her black car that is always parked in front of the driveway. A car he got her for her birthday when they was both 19. The money he saved up for her. Everything that was in this house, he got her. When she was 21 he got her the house, well they both put money in it but Jungkook did most of the work. He took care of her and handled everything while her mom was sick. "We need to talk." Jungkook says and looks back up at her eyes. Them soft orbs he missed so much. "There's nothing to talk about. You choose what you choose remember?" Jungkook remembers, he remembers perfectly that night. All he can hear her say was that he left her. Which isn't true. "What the fuck do you want me to do?" He ask her. She sighs and shrugs.

"There's nothing for me to do. It's my FUCKING job."

"And I'm your girlfriend!"

"Oh so now you're my girlfriend? You finally wanna put a title on us." His words stuck her heart. Tears form her eyes leaving her vision blurry. "I'm sorry." She mumbles and sniffles letting the tears fall. She didn't mean to hurt him. All she wanted was for him to say home, that's all she really asked for him. The rain pours harder outside, Jungkook hands are balled up beside him. A sob escapes his lips as his eyes close. His heart breaking as he sees the flashbacks from his brain.

All the memories flowing through him, all the times he cried, begging her to understand. The endless fighting he never wanted. "All I want you to do is understand me! Why can't you understand that I'm doing this for you!? For me! For us!" He screams finally looking at her. "I never wanted this kook...I just wanted my boyfriend." She whispers and wipes her eyes. "And I wanted my girlfriend to understand me."

"I do!"

"No you fucking don't. And I know you don't. You see this?" He points at himself and her. "Every time we try to communicate what happens? We fight. Have sex right after and I fucking leave." His voice low the raw emotions that flood his mouth. "Do you really want that to happen every time? Do you?" You don't answer, which makes jungkook nod and walk pass you reaching the door handle.

"No! Please kookie." She reaches for the back of his hoodie. Jungkook puts his forehead on the door. She sobs, it hurts him. It hurts to know that he's the one making her cry, it hurts him that they both suffering. "Please." She begs him. He lets out that final cry before going open the door. "I need time." She let's go of him and breaks down finally letting out all her emotions. Jungkook keeps going, him too crying as he gets to the car.

Somethings just ain't meant for them. And loving her isn't one of them.

#bts fanfction #bts #kpop #jungkook #oneshots #angst #jungkook hard thoughts

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bunnyai · 11 months

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Please tell me about your Grillby headcanons

*grabs you like a squeaky toy* you have unleashed the autism <3

ANYWAYS

grillby can play the straightlaced quiet bartender but you CANNOT TELL ME he's just as just a tad silly like the other inhabitants of the underground. going hand in hand with my "grillby is fuckin old as dirt" headcanon he's very much like the older brother type in his bar but can still mess around with the best of em

THE MAN LIKES GIVING. and before you people make it weird he likes giving gifts i can hear y'all giggling already. BUT YEAH! personal vibe here but grillby is on of those rich people who doesn't. want to do much with what he has? so he uses it to buy gifts and presents for people he cares about

if you've heard me talk about the bunniverse you KNOW how i have a general uneasiness towards the whole "soulmate" trope when used with ut's terms, so this one in General is just to make me hurt in general (and something i actively tear apart in my personal fics) but

grillby is a big believer in the "old ways", more referring the nature of SOULs and if you find your SOULmate then you're meant to be with em, regardless of your current romantic situation (and no one talks about this EVER and i wish we did because it's SO fucking fun to pick apart and talk about, you need to understand my vision)

and i've talked about this one a bit before but bringing it up again cause it's so damn funny, but grillby is just. so bad with technology. sans and alphys had to help him set up his phone when they got topside, and realistically he's on par with tori with how much trouble they have.

AND MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE ONE!! grillby isn't. super expressive? but his flames give him away big time. dude can't win a game of poker to save his life if when he gets happy he snap crackle pops like a rice crispy if you get the idea

#bunny.txt #undertale #utdr #grillby undertale #I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND THE VISION I HAVE???

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infipretty · 2 years

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Hello, how are you doing?

I would like to participate in your new game, my chosen topic is 004, i choose this topic because im very curious to see how i am going in the future.

my initials are ff my fav placement is my leo rising

here's my exchange for you:

this is an intuitive reading.

i think your life from a year now is going to be very calm overall, maybe you will have a miscommunication with a friend or a close loved one but you two will understand each other in the end, and i think you are going to travel somewhere or have more opportunities somehow? and i think you are going to study more about something? maybe a new language that you want to learn? or tarot/astrology? maybe you will have a new cat, a ginger one specially.

thats what i could get, maybe next year will not be a very busy one for you and maybe its time for you to rest and know more about yourself.

thank you so much for the opportunity.

[TWELVE]

Hey @satsuworld ! <3 Thankyou for joining my game and for the exchange.

Feedback - alright this overall resonates with me, your intuition picked upon the right things. The opportunities part seems to be accurate as per my intuition and the rest part seems reasonable! Thankyou for the reading, it was splendid.

「𝟎𝟎𝟒 - Your life in a year from now」

♡ Cards Pulled : Strength, The Sun, Two of swords, Page of wands and 3 of wands.

Fire (leo) energy is quite heavy here. I heard 'coming into your power' and I saw a vision of a butterfly breaking a cocoon and coming out of it, this makes me feel that in a year from now you will be more than ready to face whatever life throws at you, you will be much more fierce and confident. You will start to see the world from much more optimistic lens and you will find success and happiness knocking your day much more often. Health wise and financially/academically, you will grow tremendously. There will be abundant of enthusiasm within yourself to make yourself accomplished. It almost feels like you'd be like "I'm done with y'alls shit, I'll live my life on my own terms now". You will find much more interest in your life per say, you will have much more warmth and ability to overcome and move past each obstacle that stands in your way. Something also tells me that you might be standing on a cross road in a year from now, it's nothing negative but it could be an important decision for you to make. You might move away from wherever you're residing as of now, I'm hearing 'lone wolf/traveler' which makes me think that you might find yourself in a completely new phase of your life after you move past this crossroad and make a decision. This crossroad could also be seen in your life with a feminine figure with regards to some clarity that has to be bought between the two of you (your mom or someone elderly?). In a year from now you will be completely transformed into someone much more fierce, independent and strong. You will have new ideas flowing, new plans, probably even a nicer friend group. If you move away or travel, you might a fling or two. Overall, I'd say in a year you would be totally badass, you will live life like you want, you will go out a lot more, you might even party as well frequently. You will feel much more 'free' and ambitious in general!

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years

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HEART'S REDEMPTION - CHAPTER 29

*Warning: Adult Content*

Maria Walker's chair clatters backward to the floor as she rises abruptly.

Taking an unsteady step towards the woman in the doorway, she reaches towards her with a shaking hand.

"Inez?"

"Who else?" the other woman replies with a weary grin. "Now who wants to tell me what in hell is going on?"

"Mom!" Jack and Elliot Walker exclaims as one, leaping up and striding to take Inez Walker in a shared embrace.

Cass and Sofia Walker follow suit, though they hang back a little, giving the brothers room.

"What the Hell, Mom? Where have you been?" Elliot asks, his voice muffled and thick with emotion.

"You know where," Inez replies, patting and rubbing her boys' backs and sounding a little confused.

"I went to pick up the supplies. I was on my way home and I must'a blacked out or something, had one a' my episodes. Next thing I know I'm standing outside the lodge. I must'a walked the whole way home," she laughs.

"No wonder I'm so damned tired."

"Mom," Jack says, releasing his hold on her to cup her face in his hands.

"You've been missing for a week. We found your car. We... We thought you were dead."

His voice breaks and he hugs her again.

"A week?" Inez shakes her head.

"That can't be..."

"It's true, 'Nez," Maria says, her voice watery and rough with tears.

"We've been searching for you day and night and then Ian and the boys here found your car, all burnt to Hell and we thought..."

"Ian?" Inez asks sharply, registering my presence fully for the first time.

"Ian Foley?"

"In the flesh," he says, rising and extending my hand.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, ma'am. I didn't expect I'd have the privilege, given the look of things."

"They're with me," Ian confirms, stepping back to rest his hand on Sam's shoulder, feeling more possessive and defensive than is probably called for.

After what happened this afternoon, though, Ian thinks he can be excused if his feelings are a little raw.

Her eyes skip over Carlos Martinez and settle on Sam Asato.

She studies him for a moment and then blinks as though to clear her vision.

"Y'all aren't just messing with me, huh?" she says.

"It's really been a week?"

Everyone confirms that it has.

"Well... I'll be..."

She stumbles a little and Jack and Elliot both move to offer her support.

"Whoa, Mom, let's get you set down," Elliot says, guiding her to a chair. "Have Cass check you over."

Leading her to one of the more comfortable, upholstered leather chairs in one of the sitting areas, the brothers sit her down while Cass runs through a quick check.

"Can't be sure without all the proper instruments," they say after a minute or so, patting Inez on the arm.

"But as far as I can tell you seem fine."

"'Nez... where have you been?" Maria asks, kneeling beside the chair.

"I swear we searched every damn inch of ground in a twenty-mile radius and there was no trace of you anywhere. You must remember something."

Inez just shakes her head.

"I swear, I don't. I picked up the supplies, started on the drive back and then... Now."

"Well, I don't understand it," Maria says, smiling.

"But it's a goddamned miracle. Second one today, in fact."

She glances at Sam.

"It's about time we had some good luck."

Ian’s not sure he believe in miracles and Inez's story leaves a lot to be desired in the way of details.

He'd like to press her for more but it's not his place.

He can't help asking one question, though.

"You didn't see anyone else out there, did you? On your way back to the lodge?"

She looks up at me and shakes her head.

"I came to standing on the porch," she says.

"Didn't see a thing. Why? More folks ain't missing, are they?"

Maria and the other Walkers exchange looks.

"We'll give you some space," Ian says, gesturing to Carlos and Sam.

"Let you catch up. I'm glad you're alright, Ms. Walker," he adds, nodding at Inez.

"Perhaps tomorrow we'll have some time to talk."

"I'd like that."

Her face crinkles with a smile and then she turns her attention back to her family while the rest of them retreat.

Ian keeps his eyes on Sam as they ascend the stairs to their new room.

he’s barely looked away all night, even the surprise appearance of Inez hardly interrupting his vigilance.

He almost lost him today.

He came close enough to know what it would have felt like if he had, and he never wants to feel that way again.

They pause at their door.

Carlos has a smaller room down the hall and they bid him goodnight.

"Call Toni in the morning," Ian tells Carlos.

"Inez might be back but somebody died in that car. Maybe it wasn't our business to begin with but I have a feeling it's our business now and I don't want to give the Walkers a chance to change their minds about calling in outside help."

Carlos nods in agreement.

"I'll call her now," he says.

"It's late but she'll answer. After what happened today, I think I'm ready to hear her voice."

Ian pats his shoulder awkwardly.

"Good man."

To Ian’s surprise, Carlos reaches for Sam and draws both of them into a hug.

"I'm glad you're okay, muchacho," he says and kisses Sam on the side of the head.

Then he smacks them both lightly on the backsides and winks.

"Sleep well."

With that, Carlos wanders off down the hall and disappears into his room.

"I think Carlos is lonely," Sam muses, watching him go.

"Hmm," Ian agrees but it's not a problem he’s willing to solve.

In our room, Sam retreats to the bathroom and Ian hears the sink running as he brushes his teeth.

"I wonder what happened to Inez?" he says when he emerges.

"Maybe she was being held behind another barrier like the one that hid her car. Or maybe she was abducted by aliens. Do you believe in aliens, Ian? I think multiple dimensions is more likely, myself, having spent a lot of time in several demonic realms but..."

Ian pulls Sam to him gently, silencing him with a light kiss, just brushing his lips over his.

Ian looks up at Sam, dark eyes soft and wide.

The memory of how Sam had looked lying in the water comes back to Ian and he shut his own eyes against it, drawing a breath that shudders in his chest.

"Hey," Sam says quietly and Ian feels his hands on either side of his face.

"I'm okay, Ian. I'm here, thanks to you."

Ian opens his eyes and looks down at Sam again.

His expression is open and unguarded, that look Sam has seen a few times before, like he's offering him everything and holding nothing back.

It still scares him.

Ian feels like a clumsy brute being given something precious and breakable to hold, something he doesn't deserve to have.

Ian also understand that he can't refuse it anymore.

"You're no good for me, Sam," Ian says shaking his head.

"You know that right?"

Sam frowns, his pretty mouth dipping down at the corners just the slightest bit.

Ian smooths his fingers over Sam’s pinched brows and smiles.

"You're like sugar or liquor or some sweet drug and I can't get enough. Even if it kills me, I can't quit."

Ian kisses him again, feeling the press of his soft lips against his and walks him back until his legs hit the bed.

He starts to push him down but Sam resists and Ian stops.

"Ian, wait. Let's talk a bit."

Sam sits and matching his unhappy expression with his own, Ian joins him.

"Did I do something wrong?" Ian asks.

Sam shakes his head and smiles but he still looks sad.

"No. I just need you to understand some stuff before we go any further."

"Okay," Ian says slowly, rubbing his thumb across the back of Sam’s hand.

"What?"

"I made a pact with you, right?"

Ian Foley nods.

"Well, for an incubus, for an Ainasya like Samasa, a bond like that is... well, it's a serious thing. I thought that being what I am now, it wouldn't be like that. I mean, Karin forced me into more pacts than I can count and it was never like this."

"Like what?" Ian asks, feeling uneasy.

"The longer the pact goes uncompleted, the stronger it gets, the harder it gets to resist. I feel like I'm yours and you're mine, so much so that I think even death couldn't drag me away from you right now and you couldn't go on living if it did. But..."

Sam bites his bottom lip and squeezes Ian’s hand.

"Those feelings are, like you said, almost like a drug. Once the pact is complete, they might vanish. They might not be real."

Sam looks up at Ian and he see the shine of tears in his eyes and realize that, for whatever reason, that possibility really has him scared.

"Sam," Ian sighs, brushing the silky black hair away from his face.

"I'll tell you a secret, okay? I wanted you before you kissed me the first time, before we made that pact. I'd bet you anything I'll still want you once it's complete."

"Anything?" he asks, somehow managing to sound hopeful, seductive and teary at the same time.

"Anything," Ian promises.

"You know it's not wise to make deals with devils," he smirks, sniffing and scrubbing his sleeve across his nose.

"I've been called a lot of things," Ian says, leaning over to kiss Sam’s temple. "'Wise' is not among them."

Sam looks over at Ian and his eyes go to his mouth.

"Alright, Ian Foley," he says softly.

"Tell me what you want."

They undress one another slowly, almost like a ritual, until they stand together naked and bare.

Sam steps forward, taking Ian’s hands in hi, and then pulls him with him to the bed.

Lying back, Sam lets Ian see him, touch him, explore his beautiful body with his eyes and mouth and hands.

Ian makes Sam moan and sigh and shiver, kiss the tears from his eyes and licks the salt from his skin.

When he’s made Sam spill his essence twice, Isn kisses him once more, thinking to finish himself with a few quick thrusts into his fist but Sam arches against him and makes him stop.

"Ian, wait. I want more," Sam says and Ian realizes the little demon is still half hard.

"More?" Ian asks.

‘To be honest, I'm getting a little tired from leaning over him.’

"Oh."

Ian’s mind jams as he realize what Sam means.

"Now?"

Sam Asato nods.

"I... I'm not sure I have the right... supplies," Ian says.

‘I'm a safe-sex kind of guy, usually.’

"I don't mind. I've never been with anyone and you..."

"I'm clean but still..."

"Please?"

Ian sits up and brushes his hands through his hair.

"Okay but... I don't want to hurt you and..."

"I think we have enough, slickness, between us now to make it work," he says.

"Uh..."

Sam rolls over and lifts himself onto his knees, resting forward on his folded arms.

At that sight, the thinking part of Ian’s brain stops working.

Somehow, Sam's right and Ian’s able to enter him, though he takes it as slow as he can.

Apparently a little too slow.

He’s about half-way there when Sam rocks back against Ian with a sudden thrust, taking him as deep as he'll go and utters a soft little cry that gets me Ian right in the balls.

After that, it's fast and hard, a little on the rough side, even though Ian’s barely doing half the work.

Finally, Sam gasps and arches with release, Ian’s name on his lips and a moment later Ian does the same, collapsing over Sam and crushing him beneath him into the quilt.

After a minute of heavy breath-catching, Ian rolls off him and lies at his side.

"Holy fuck," Ian says when he can speak.

"You got that right," Sam grins.

They lie for a moment in silence and Ian studies Sam’s face, his sweet, beautiful features and examines the feelings in his heart.

"You know what?" Ian says, pretending to frown.

"I don't think that worked. I don't feel any different."

Sam’s brows pinches in a frown.

"But... it was what you wanted, right?" Sam asks, sounding a little hurt.

"Yeah. But I guess there's something else I want even more."

"What?"

Sam half lifts himself on one elbow and Ian hopes he's not thinking that what he wants is another round.

‘He might be twenty-one but I'm sure not.’

"What?" Sam presses.

"Tell me."

Feeling suddenly shy and a little selfish, Ian is not sure that he dares to say it out loud but he does anyway, like the man he wishes he was.

"I want you to love me," Ian says

"For as long as you'll let me have you."

For a moment Sam looks shocked and Ian wonders if he’s messed up after all.

Then, he smiles and turns as golden as the sun.

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rinhaler · 5 months

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Smell Some Perfume, Head In The Wind

CHAPTER SUMMARY: it's a party from hell at your parents manor and each guest is worse than the last!

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+, (kinda) panic attack, cocaine use, familial issues, handjob, misogyny, dry humping (a little??).

WORDS : 6.3k

notes : still in awe that y'all like this pre edits btw... the difference a few years of writing makes 😅

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Scouring your mind for any possibility that you were still in your drug induced sleep was fruitless. This isn’t a nightmare. It's real. Megumi is really here, and he is standing in front of your parents’ house. You hear footsteps approach from behind and your breathing becomes shallow, suffocating under the pressure of the presences all around you. What you did in a past life to deserve this, you’ll never know. But Yuuji remains strong, and you love him for that. When you can't show strength for yourself, he’ll double his efforts. He holds his arm around you as he stares Megumi down. His gaze isn’t asking him to move, it's demanding. But Megumi will do no such thing. He’s snorted a line, he’s at a beautiful house, and it’s a gorgeous sunny day.

This weekend will be fun.

You’re as still as a model in a painting, or even one of Megumi’s drawings. Your begin to well with tears and you can hear voices from every direction. Your mother and father behind you, Yuuji by your side and Megumi in front. You can't understand what any of them are saying as your ears ring. You’re making a choice to not exist, to not perceive what is happening around you. There’s a boom in your ears which you can only assume is Yuuji yelling at Megumi.

Your mother is tugging at your arm.

What does she want?

You’re breathing heavily, your body doesn’t move, but your eyes move slowly to their respected corners so you they can find your mother’s.

“Make him stop!” you read on her lips.

Your head moves as you look at Yuuji, he doesn’t want to let go of you, but you can see he’s becoming more antsy and agitated. He isn’t doing anything wrong, you think, as you process your mother’s words. Is she just embarrassed because his volume is raised past an acceptable level?

“Don’t make me beat the shit out of you in front of all of these people Fushiguro, get the fuck out of our way!” Yuuji bellows, all Megumi offers in return is a sarcastic laugh. He’s cocky, Yuuji is an athlete and way stronger than Megumi, and yet he’s acting like Yuuji wouldn’t stand a chance in hurting him.

Your father grabs your shoulders, Yuuji doesn’t react since he’s so engaged in his heated conversation with Megumi. “You’re breaking your mother’s heart! Don’t go, look at her!” he tells you, your vision snaps to see her again. She looks like she’s fighting back tears. But she’s manipulative, she's trying to control you.

“I even bought you a new dress to wear darling, please don’t go. Please make him stop yelling!” she tells you, her voice cracks and a single tear spills from her eye. She’s serious, she’s actually this frantic and upset over what is unfolding in front of her.

You blink repeatedly, fluttering your lashes until the tears leave your eyes. Although there are a few droplets laced in your mascara coated eyelashes. It’s hard to speak. Your mouth is as dry as a desert and you feel as though glass has been poured down your throat. Your pathetic whispers of ‘Yuuji… Yuuji…’ fall on deaf ears. Of course he won’t hear your feeble voice when he is practically roaring at Megumi.

“Enough!” you manage to croak out, just loud enough to get his attention. He looks at you, his eyes are glassy as if he wants to cry. It’s been tough enough for you, but it must be hell for him too. All of this. Having to see someone you love and worship go through the hardest time of their life. “We have to stay.” you sigh. He shakes his head, he can’t. He can’t let you put yourself through more torment with his piece of shit former friend.

“Maybe… you should just stay love. Yuuji can go if he wants.” your mother speaks, and Yuuji scoffs, rolling his eyes. Of course your parents would want him out of their hair. He doesn’t fit in and they don’t approve of your relationship. But you love him. You love him and you come as a package, that is something they need to understand.

“Yuuji isn’t going anywhere. If you want me to stay he’s staying too, or I’ll walk right out of that door.” you tell them. Whatever dryness was in your mouth had been forgotten. You’ve lost your confidence, you’ve lost your nerve and feel terror and shame whenever you try to defend yourself. But you’ll be damned if anyone is going to insult your boyfriend, whether it’s a backhanded insult or not, you won’t stand for it. “Where’s the dress?” you ask your mother. In your new bedroom, of course. She tells you there’s a letter wedged in the door with your name on it, that’s how you’ll find your room in this colossal manor house.

You take your boyfriend’s hand, ignoring everyone around you both. You’re sorry to him, sorry for him, but this weekend is something you need to do. You said it before you left and you’re saying it now: you are not going to let Megumi Fushiguro dictate your life for a second longer.

You’ve been sitting on the edge of your bed for a few minutes, reading and re-reading the letter over and over again. Yuuji is pacing the room, he’s pissed at you. Like, really pissed, but he isn’t taking his anger out on you. He unbuttons his shirt a little and opens the windows as far as they can go. He knows it isn’t that easy, but he was hoping the cool breeze would help calm him down.

To My Darling Daughter,

I knew you’d arrive to the party in something less than desirable. I took the liberty of buying you a new dress. Don’t worry, I know what style and colours you like. At least, I hope you still like pink. Anyway, it’s Versace, and I’m sure you’ll never tire of wearing designer labels. Enjoy love. Mother x

Your hands are shaking while you hold the letter and the envelope in each hand. That damn pink seal with your family crest makes your heart wrench. It makes you sick, truly, because it reminds you of what a weak person you are. A person who never stands up to her family or can tell them what she really thinks of them. You hate them. You do. You really hate them. You despise how pompous they are, you hate how they treat you like you’re their puppet and you loathe how they treat Yuuji.

But then you look at the garment cover harbouring your beautiful new Versace dress. It’s a beautiful pastel pink colour. It has spaghetti style straps and a large slit down the left leg, tied at the top with two pink string bows. The bustier is micro-pleated, and the iconic Medusa logo features in a small gold circle just above the sternum. God, you hate your parents. You’re furious at your mother for how she suggested Yuuji should leave while you stay. But you’re looking at that dress, that exquisite dress, and you can’t help but feel in a forgiving mood.

You look to Yuuji who is sucking in air from the open window into his lungs. This is no good, you need him to calm himself down. You approach him and rub between his shoulder blades, whispering ‘I love you’ ever so softly.

“Tch.” he mutters. You grab his hand and guide him to the edge of the bed. You didn’t fail to notice the adorable little mini fridge in the corner of your new room. And, of course, it’s fully stocked. You pick up a small bottle of water and throw it to your boyfriend, which he skilfully catches. “I can’t believe you want to stay even though that fuckin’ asshole is here.” he hisses as he cracks open the bottle.

“But you’re here, and that’s all that matters Yuuji.” you tell him as you remove your blazer and your shirt quickly. You hurriedly remove your heels and begin unbuttoning your trousers. “Besides, it’s easier to just get along with my parents. I don’t want to give them any more reasons to talk shit, I’m sick of them looking down their noses at us.” you tell him as you unhook your bra, throwing it across the room carelessly as you approach your new dress.

“What are you- Why aren’t you-?” Yuuji stutters. You turn to face him as you aren’t quite sure what he’s mumbling about. But when his gaze, not very discretely, alternates between your eyes and your exposed breasts, you know instantly.

“You can’t wear a bra with this type of dress, baby.” you explain. He nods in understanding, his eye twitches and he takes a hearty swig at the bottle of water. It’s more than a swig, he ends up drinking the entire contents of the bottle. He’s flustered, you’ve got him all worked up over a pair of tits. And now, you have an even better idea of how to calm him down.

You don’t get dressed, instead, you straddle Yuuji and begin kissing him softly. You’re both smiling and laughing between kisses. He tells you that you shouldn’t be doing this, but you don’t care. You’re unfastening the remaining buttons on his shirt slowly and pull it off him with ease. You pull away from him so you can admire his perfect body. What a lucky girl you are, he’s an athlete through and through with a scrumptious physique to match.

“Princess, we need to stop before… Before we get carried away—” he tells you, but his actions don’t match. He’s kissing your neck while groping your breasts. You hum and giggle at the touch and begin pulling down his trousers, wouldn’t want them getting ruined after all. He stops you and lifts you down beside him so he can remove his shoes and socks. You waste no time pulling out his cock while he undresses completely. You’re sitting beside each other as you jerk him off, he tries to wiggle his fingers inside of your panties, but you don’t let him.

“Just wanna play with you Yuuji, wanna make you feel better.” you whisper, kissing his shoulder gently. You’re stroking him lazily, his hips raise and buck off the bed. “You’re so tense baby, aren’t you?” you ask him, eyes glistening and lips salivating at the way a pool of precum forms at his pretty pink tip, you want to taste it so badly.

“So tense,” he sighs, “so fuckin’ tense.”

“’m sorry, wanna make you feel better. Does it feel good?” you ask him.

“Y-Yeah, fuck. Can you uh, squeeze a little tighter? And go faster, p-please—” he falters as you’re already doing as he asked before he finishes speaking. He lets his head fall back as you work his cock quicker. He looks to you, hazel eyes looking at you like you put all of the planets in the solar system.

“Like that baby?” you ask him. He nods. A large palm finds itself laced in your hair, he brings his face closer to yours. A crashing kiss lands on your lips, it’s heated and erotic, he’s panting and humming through your ministrations.

“Just like that princess, fuck. Such a good girl,” he kisses you again and you can’t get enough of him, it’s like he’s stealing all of the air out of your lungs. “So perfect, so fuckin’ perfect baby. I love you, I love you.” he moans, delectable masculine moans leaving his lips and tumbling directly down your throat and to your chest. No. Directly to your heart, you’re sure the sounds of him coming undone for you are adding extra years to your life.

“I love you Yuuji, please cum f’me. Need it s’bad. Need you to feel better…” you mewl, there’s a wetness growing between your thighs that you’re struggling to ignore. But you have to and you will, for him.

“Y’want me to cum so soon?” he huffs, beginning to let himself go completely to your touch.

You do.

You really do.

“Just want you to feel good baby, please cum. Cum for me!” you command before engulfing him in a showstopping kiss yet again. He breaks it as his moans become more broken and needy.

“Ah, ah fuck—!” he whines as he cums. He forcefully shoves your mouth against his again while his seed spills out.

You’re meant to keep your eyes closed as you kiss someone you love. But while you’re swallowing the beautiful sounds he’s making you can’t help but allow your eyes to wander to his cock. Thick, creamy, white cum is pumping out of him furiously. This has been the longest you’ve gone without pleasuring each other since you began dating, although he fingered you in the car outside before you entered your parents home. It's been days for either of you, so the touches were welcome. You felt like a pair of teenagers stealing intimate moments to please each other.

“Jesus Christ, look what you made me do.” Yuuji smirks as he looks down at his body and your hand completely coated in semen. “Sit on my face baby I need to taste—”

“Sorry Yuuji, no time. Get cleaned up I’m gonna get ready.” you instruct as you head towards the en-suite bathroom to quickly wash your hands.

He steps in the shower so he can clear away any evidence of your little indiscretion. You should get dressed, but instead, you find yourself playing with your hair the whole time Yuji is showering. Should you change it? He steps out and chuckles when he finds you still practically naked. He looks at you, one hand holding his towel around his waist. His eyebrow quirks, he’s looking as if to say ‘I thought we didn’t have time’. But you hurry to your feet and unzip the garment cover and reveal your dress in all of its glory, pulling it out and holding it against your body for your boyfriend to see.

“Help me put it on?” you ask, smiling so sweetly. How could he say no?

He pulls it over you, pulling it downwards and smoothing out any areas it bunches together. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your neck sensually, one, two, three times before finding your eyes again in the full-length mirror you’re both standing in front of.

“You’re perfect princess, fits like a glove.”

Everything seems perfect for a brief moment. You were happy. Really happy for the first time since you met Megumi. Yuuji holds your hand as you descend the stairs, and you were gifted with his constant reassurance that he’ll be here for you.

You're giggling and stealing kisses the whole way to the garden.

Though your stomach sinks.

You almost forgot that you had to endure this hellish weekend with your family and school bully. When you step outside, you see a table that you know you're expected to sit at.

Guests are all seated on circular and beautifully decorated tables, all of which house seven seats each. You aren’t sure why you're surprised, your luck has been in the gutter lately, but your mother is waving you over to your table. There are three seats available, enough for you and Yuuji to join and one seat that would remain empty. Your mother would probably use it to place her belongings instead of placing them on the table.

“It’s not too late to leave.” Yuuji smiles. You smile back and take his hand, shaking your head at the proposal.

You’re closer to the table now, and the faces you had seen in the distance have been dangerously solidified in reality. Your mother and father sit side by side, understandably, and then there are two seats free for yourself and Yuuji next to your dad. Toji sits next to the second free seat, and Megumi is by his side. The third free seat is situated between your mother and Megumi.

Yuuji pulls the seat out next to your father for you to sit in, but you misinterpret his action thinking he is doing it for himself. So, you take the chair next to Toji without hesitation.

Yuuji looks at you with a worried expression plastered across his face, you’re too close to Megumi. But when you look up at him, he’s amazed. He thinks you’re incredible. So fucking brave and so unfazed by the whole thing. You are, however, but you’re trying not to let it show.

“You two took your time.” Toji teases, his eyes move to the side to look at your reaction with a smirk on his face. Is he trying to get you in trouble?

The insinuating tone is read by everyone at the table, you feel your face warm up and Yuuji turned red. Your father looks furious and your mother’s eyes have widened. Megumi is smirking, just like his father. The family resemblance really is uncanny.

“Never mind, she’s here now.” your mother speaks. You grit your teeth and bite your tongue, her failure to include Yuuji not going unnoticed by you. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen you Megumi, do you remember us? Probably not, are you studying anything at the moment?” your mother speaks confidently. She notices your change in demeanour, quickly stuttering out any words she could to swiftly change the subject.

“Actually, your lovely daughter and I are in the same class.” Megumi speaks with perfect poise, he has far too much courage to say such a bold comment about you in front of Yuuji.

Your mother looks between you both with a big smile on her face and her palms pressed together excitably. She begins asking questions about your studies and your relationship, you catch a vein bulging in Yuuji’s forehead when she asks if you are ‘friends’.

Before you could argue such a preposterous claim, Megumi answers her calmly. “Well Yuuji and I are childhood friends, so I was bound to get along with his wonderful girlfriend.” he explains, “We even share a cubicle in class now, don’t we?” he smirks, resting his elbows on the table and interlocking his fingers. Yuuji grits his teeth, and despite you gently squeezing his thigh, it isn’t enough to relax him.

“Don’t lie to these people Fushiguro,” Yuuji speaks as quietly as he can, trying to prevent himself from losing his temper, “I’m not your fucking friend and neither is she.” he announces, you grimace at his language and Megumi rolls his eyes at the response.

“The fuck did you do Megumi? He’s meant to be your best friend.” Toji questions as he swigs the remaining champagne in his glass. “Did you try and fuck his girl? Huh, shithead?” Toji wonders aloud. Megumi scoffs out a laugh while your father chokes on his own drink and your mother suddenly found the lush green grass way more interesting than the current conversation.

“You’re mistaken Toji, our daughter isn’t loose like that. She’s waiting until marriage.” your father announces.

Yuuji’s face is bright red and your heart is racing.

This really is the party from hell.

There is an uncomfortable silence then, whether it was because no one knows what to say or because most people know it's a lie. You and Yuuji want the ground to swallow you both whole.

You are saved by the wait staff coming to your table with more drinks, overpriced champagne, of course. Your father watches as they place drinks in front of yourself and Yuuji, but you raise your hand in protest.

“Could I just have a water, please?” you request, the waiter nods and turns on their heel to fetch you your drink.

“Don’tcha drink?” Toji wonders, sipping at his fresh champagne yet again.

Your vision alternates between the two pairs of emerald green eyes sitting to the left of you. Yuuji’s blood is boiling as he remembers exactly why you aren’t drinking. He's staring daggers at the bully across from him.

He wants to rip his throat out.

Yuuji seconds your notion of only drinking water; he thought he better stay sharp in case Megumi tries anything while you’re all stuck together for the weekend. Toji deems you both boring, but you don’t care.

“I had a bad incident with drinking recently,” you speak as you tilt your head so Megumi’s eyes would directly catch yours, “taking a little break from it all.”

“You always take things too far, don’t you? Or are you just over exaggerating a bad hangover?” your father asks you. You can practically hear the thump of your mother kicking his leg under the table, livid that he would air a private family matter in front of their guests.

“Actually sir, that piece of shit—” Yuuji barks as he points at Megumi.

“Yuuji, don’t.” you look at him with pleading eyes. He instantly shuts his mouth and slouches back in his seat.

Toji leans over to Megumi and begins whispering to him. Doesn’t he know it’s rude to whisper? But even with just these few brief moments you’ve shared with him, he doesn’t strike you as the type to care about manners or etiquette; so you aren’t entirely surprised at his lack of grace.

Just when you think things couldn’t get worse.

When you believe there couldn’t possibly be anything to make the situation anymore uncomfortable, you heard a chilling, flamboyant voice in the distance.

You don’t turn to see who has just walked into the garden. You could hear him from a mile away. Your elbow rests on the table and you slump your forehead into your hand. You heard a mutter of ‘oh for fuck sake’ from Yuuji as he reaches for his glass of water.

But now water wasn’t going to cut it.

The champagne he'd abandoned soon finds comfort in his fingers as he downs the liquid like a shot. If your stomach wasn’t so raw from the drug Megumi spiked you with, you’d be following suit. The volume of the voice gets louder, and louder, and louder.

Until finally—

“A pleasure to see you all again,” Naoya smiles as he takes your mothers hand in his. He plants a soft chaste kiss on her knuckles, it's embarrassing how much she giggles and blushes at the gesture. He shakes your father’s hand in a firm handshake, and he's smiling, too.

He completely ignores Yuuji, which makes your parents smirk like bitchy high schoolers.

He takes your hand without you giving it, repeating what he had just done to your mother. Although, it lasts a lot longer and is a more uncomfortable gesture.

You snatch your hand away and sit upright to face him.

“Hello Naoya.” you huff.

He says simple greetings to the Fushiguro’s who nod wordlessly.

Toji leans over to you, his head turned away from the table so that no one could read his lips as he spoke quietly to you.

“I fuckin’ hate this little prick,”

Before he could continue, your mother offers him the final remaining seat. He's about to refuse, claiming his father is at a different table, but when he sees how uncomfortable you are and how furious Yuuji looks – who was he to decline?

“When was the last time you two boys saw each other, hm?” your father questions. You almost choke on your drink at his words. Megumi and Naoya know each other?

Birds of a feather, you suppose, and they are both toxic and evil to the core.

“We haven’t seen each other since Megumi and his sister moved away, I believe.” Naoya answers. Megumi doesn’t respond, letting Naoya take over the conversation for him.

He's too busy staring at you.

How did you know Naoya?

“But it’s been a while since I’ve been able to attend one of your family parties and stay longer than a few minutes.” he adds as he crosses a leg over his knee.

“Yes, well, some might say it’s odd for an ex-boyfriend to hang around my family.” you smile widely, but everyone can see it's as fake as they come.

Toji coughs a little at the revelation, smacking his palm on his large chest to clear his airways. Megumi sniggers as he takes a drink.

“I do wish you both could have worked it out,” your mother claims, “you were a beautiful couple and so sophisticated. It made perfect sense for you to be together.” she continues, your father nods in agreement.

“You’ve made a strong name for yourself and the Zen’in clan, a match made in heaven.” your father concurred.

“Why don’t you both try it again?” your mother suggests, as if your boyfriend isn’t sitting right next to you. “You were certainly my favourite of my daughter’s boyfriends.” she adds.

Yuuji is shaking with frustration, but you know it's just covering how upset he is.

It’s horrible to have to hear something so nasty, vile and cruel and not be able to do anything about it. Normally you wouldn’t do anything either and just make it up to him later. But after everything you’ve been through, enough is enough.

“Interesting idea mother, however, I’ve made my choice and I’m happy with my partner and I suggest the pair of you get used to it.” you answer her foolish proposal, “Besides, Yuuji is way better at eating pussy.” you boldly announce in front of everyone.

Naoya’s face drops in horror. Megumi shot champagne out of his nose and Toji laughs raucously by your ear. Yuuji was practically boiling to the touch and as red as a tomato, even his ears were a rosy, red colour at the tips.

“Oh my God—”

“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with you?”

That is all your mother and father have to say in response. You don’t care, you're smiling.

It feels incredible to make your parents so furious with you and not be able to do anything so they could save face in front of their guests. The only people who had heard your vulgar comment are the people seated at the table.

You are so smug, so fucking proud of yourself.

Even Yuuji is smiling.

He never thought in a million years you’d stand up to your parents like that. You disregard your parent's outrage, and angle your body to be facing the other guests with a cheery smile on your face.

“So how do you three know each other?” you wonder.

“We’re cousins.” Toji spits as his thumb gestures Naoya.

Wow.

Maybe the whole family is just rotten at the roots.

“The Zen’in clan are a powerful family that you would have been honoured to marry into, daughter, but you are going through a rebellious phase I see.” your father gripes. He's staring you down, but when your eyes find his he quickly looked away.

Pathetic, you think.

“We aren’t Zen’in’s we’re Fushiguro’s.” Toji corrects, but your father shrugs his shoulders dismissing the statement.

“Same thing, same bloodline.” your father states as he begins lighting a cigar in his mouth.

“No, not the sa—”

“Toji is right,” Naoya interrupts his cousin, “those two scummy pissants certainly aren’t worthy to carry the Zen’in name so it’s a good thing Toji took his wife’s name instead.” Naoya berates.

Toji and his son both grit their teeth, both clearly furious at the mention of their worth and Toji’s wife. Naoya is snearing, clearly proud of himself for being an enormous prick and upsetting his family.

His eyes wander, and eventually, they settle on—

“And you.” he says as he points in your direction. Everyone is suddenly focused on you and what he's about to say. “You’d never be good enough for me, women are to be seen and not heard. I need a subservient little housewife, not a dressed-up tart thinking she’s something special. You’re not even good enough to lick my boots.” he monologues.

You snicker, Yuuji obviously wants to flatten him for daring to speak to you like that, but he turns to you in shock as you rest a hand on his shoulder and begin to laugh.

“I’m sorry, what fucking century do you think this is?” you chortle, you rise from your seat and gesture to the door. Yuuji immediately understands that you want to leave, so he grabs your hand once again and guides you towards the house.

Your mother protests, "where are you going!?" she cries, you didn’t care. You’d be coming back later.

But for now, you want some space.

You heard Naoya mutter something about you being a harlot under his breath, so you stop.

You slowly walk back towards the table and approach Naoya’s side.

He can’t help but ogle your thigh where your pretty pink dress slits down the side. He tries his best to ignore it, but it's obvious he's enjoying the view of your supple flesh.

Perhaps he misses your soft pillowy thighs. You rest a hand on his shoulder as you lean over him to grab his glass of champagne. He begins to squirm as your breasts are dangerously close to his chest, and he can smell your sweet, sweet perfume.

Fuck, he did miss you.

He really misses you.

He’s never met a woman like you since you broke up. That smell, he’s missed your fucking scent. You stand up straight with the glass still in your hand. Everybody thinks you're going to drink it, but instead, you pour the liquid out all over Naoya’s head.

“Oops.” you pout over dramatically. “Wonderful seeing you again Naoya. I’m off to go and be a harlot with my beautiful boyfriend over there.” you whisper into his ear and point in Yuuji’s direction.

Your mother and father start to chastise you, but before their words can do any damage, you run to your boyfriends side and take his hand.

The pair of you sprint out of the manor hand in hand towards his car.

He hikes your dress up before picking you up and settling you on the hood of his car. You're kissing each other so lovingly and messily that you aren’t sure you’d be able to break it without fucking in the middle of your parents driveway.

“I love you, fuck I love you I love you I love you.” Yuuji hums between kisses. He gropes your breasts and kisses your neck. He has to stop, he knows he has to stop and yet he couldn’t keep himself from touching you, worshiping you.

“I love you, I love you Yuuji! We need to go. Yuuji, come on we need to go.” you moan back. With one last hard, devastating kiss he pulls away and helps you down. You jog to your respected sides of the car and strap in quickly so he could get the pair of you away from this place, if only for a few hours.

Meanwhile, as you and Yuuji had been practically dry-humping on top of his car, Naoya was seething with rage in the garden. Your parents couldn’t apologise enough. He didn’t want to hear it. After all, they are the ones who raised you. And what had they raised you to become? A vile, insolent, slut. He stood to his feet, dismissing his father when he asked what had happened whilst retreating indoors. He didn’t know he was being followed. He didn’t realise until his shoulder was grabbed and he was being pinned against the nearest wall just as he reached the second floor of the manor. It was Megumi.

“It seems we both have a mutual hatred of the princess.” Megumi admits, staring his uncle dead in the eyes. “Let’s say we have some fun with her this weekend.”

“Tch. I think not. I have my own plan formulating for that abhorrent little bitch. Leave me alone, peasant.” Naoya snarls as he turns away from Megumi once more. The latter shrugs his shoulder and prepares to leave, but he gets another idea instead.

“Naoya.” he calls.

“What—?” he’s greeted with a punch in the face from his nephew, directly into his eye. Megumi is sure it’s bound to bruise. He isn’t done. While Naoya is recoiling in pain, Megumi grabs onto his shoulder and forces his knee up into his uncle’s abdomen. Naoya collapses to the ground and is coughs up blood. He growls when Megumi lords over him, leaning down to patronise him in this frail pathetic state.

“A friendly reminder to keep my mother’s name out of that pretentious mouth of yours. I won’t be so lenient if it happens again.” Megumi tells him in hushed tones, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walks to return to the party and his father’s side.

It can’t be a good thing that you’ve made two enemies from the same putrid bloodline.

But that isn’t on your mind.

You're eyeballed and gawked at as you and Yuuji walk into the nearest fast food place in your expensive clothes. Yuuji is in his smart shirt and dress-pants and you were in a two-thousand dollar Versace gown while you walk into Burger King as casual as ever.

You feel like celebrities with the way everyone stares.

You don’t care, you just order food, a lot of it.

You haven't eaten since you arrived at your parents and all you’ve been drinking is dainty sips of water.

You're starving, so you don’t want to think how hungry Yuuji would be since he has the appetite of a horse. You give the cashier your card, courtesy of the bank of dad, and salivate as you think about your enormous meal.

He sits in a booth and pulls you onto his lap while you wait for your order. One hand rests in the small of your back while another remains on your thigh. Kisses are stolen while you giggle and joke about how God awful your parents party had been.

He begs you to just go home, but he's forgetting you left your luggage in your bedroom. It’s only one night anyway, you’ll be able to leave in the morning and you won’t have to see them again for a few months at least.

You still feel eyes on you in the restaurant, but now you aren’t sure if it's because you're both so overdressed or because you are being so overly affectionate with each other.

Again, you didn’t care.

Yuuji can’t tell you enough how much he fucking adores you. He's so proud of you for sticking up for yourself, and even happier that you defended him in front of your horrific parents. His sweet, soft words were rushing straight to your core and you could just jump him right then and there.

When your number is called out, you and Yuuji end up with four huge bags to hold. You each held one in your hands and walk quickly out of the restaurant and back to the car.

You open a bag before Yuuji found somewhere to park. It has large fries inside so you alternate between feeding yourself and putting some in Yuuji’s mouth while he drives.

You know where you can go, so you do your best to direct your boyfriend. There’s an enormous, brick monument between your parents manor and the city that lives on top of a tall hill. But behind the monument there is a country park and endless fields.

You don’t need to mention that Naoya used to bring you here to finger you in the backseat, you’ve had a lot of other memories with friends here too, after all.

He parks up turns the radio up a little louder. It’s crazy that between entering and leaving Burger King the sky had started as a bright blue and become pink and orange.

It’ll be black soon.

You slurp your milkshake and shovel down your fries while Yuuji takes a chomp out of his burger. The ketchup squirted out and dribbled embarrassingly down his lovely clean shirt.

“Oh shit!” you speak, covering your mouth and giggling while you still have crushed up fries in your mouth.

Yuuji looks between his shirt, the burger, and your dress. He couldn’t and wouldn’t let the same thing happen to you. He picks up all of his food and dumps it on the hood of his car. He picks up your food and did the same, telling you to get out of the vehicle. You stand awkwardly on the grass, your heels sink into the ground so you opt to take them off and throw them back into the car.

Yuuji retrieves his fresh gym clothes from the trunk of his car. A baggy grey t-shirt and ultramarine blue shorts. He pulled your dress up from the bottom and over your head. You gasp and cover your breasts as the cold night air pinches at you.

Your panic soon leaves your body as Yuuji began kissing your neck down to your collarbone before helping you into his shirt.

“Always so beautiful princess, doesn’t matter what you wear.” he whispers. Next, you were climbing into his shorts. It feels a little uncomfortable to be in boy’s clothes you aren’t used to and they don’t fit quite right, but you’re grateful for the gesture anyway.

He folds your expensive dress delicately, placing it carefully in the backseat. He helps lift you onto the hood of the car, and your stomach sinks as the car bounces when he climbs up to join you. You spend the night eating as much food as you can handle.

You wait for the blushing pink sky to plummet into purple. and eagerly anticipate the arrival of the stars. As dreadful as the weekend has been, you’re thankful you at least had Yuuji by your side.

Maybe you don’t need anyone else in your life.

He really is the perfect boyfriend.

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chocoenvy · 2 years

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Listen up imposter au but you don't understand anything they say

So say you use jp dub but eng subs, everything is English you can read and write but everyone speaks Japanese and you don't know Japanese. If you do make it kr dub or chin dub and if you know those you freak the acolytes put cause dear why do you know so many languages.

Imagine: darling just sitting there chatting to each archon in their respective language

Also there's the one world where darling speaks English and no one understands even though they all read and write English this is game logic don't come at me

Bc ur speaking English even though no one but the archon know it they think ur god or if there's already one they call you an imposter that learnt the language for the benefits and oh my God this has become a word vomit thats it bye I love you take care of yourself don't sleep at unreasonable times bye bye

before i fully unpack this... if you were to speak to the archons in their native language... they'd be so honored. Love you forever and hold you dear and feel so great about themselves and their upbringing, it'd be so wholesome <3

Anyways, onto the rest!

Okay so I can't help but keep thinking about the Traveler not knowing Teyvat's language when they first arrived. Which means some things are a bit different to make it easier for us to understand. The traveler was more than likely speaking their native tongue in the opening cutscene, which is the same language as everything else to us.

So! There's definitely some nuance.

How I think it'd be in this situation is: Reader is unable to understand Teyvat's language. It's different from anything we have on Earth (or at least I'd assume so). I believe Traveler's native tongue would be the reader's. Just cause traveler is from another world and has traveled between a lot of worlds, it's all a metaphor for the player playing lots of different games we been knew.

So, when you arrive to Teyvat, scared and confused and crying and unable to understand anyone and no one able to understand you, whoever finds you calls for the Traveler.

They were your first vessel after all, the one most closely connected to you. At one point, everyone thought you and Traveler were the same person.

Still, the Traveler is rushed to your side while the acolyte near you tries their best to calm you down even though neither of you can understand each other. This world is still familiar to you, as is the person close to you. So you calm down relatively easily but you're still on edge and the acolyte(s) surrounding you are to afraid to do anything without your explicit permission.

When the Traveler arrives, those around you part for them, their exulted status allowing them easy passage straight to you.

And when their eyes meet yours, it's the most gratifying moment the Traveler has ever experienced.

They know your eyes. They've never seen them before but they know them, they've watched them for years now, they've followed them wherever they went. They gave them (a) vision when they most needed it.

"Aether/Lumine?" Were your first words to them. Their name. Loud and true and theirs.

They were swiftly informed of what was happening and they kneeled before you, "Your grace-,"

"God, I can't understand you!" You whined, pushing yourself further into whatever surface you were sitting against, just to get away from the stressful situation.

But the Traveler's voice got caught in their throat, they understood you. You-

"Your grace," They said again in their native tongue, a tongue they hadn't spoken in since they last saw their twin, "You..."

You jumped, "why are you calling me Your grace? What's happening? I barely..." You clutched your head, "I barely remember how I got here and now all of y'all are just flocking around me."

"Would you like for me to tell them to back away?" They asked, a smile twitching at the corners of their lips, elated at the fact that you spoke their native language. It was an odd pride.

"Yes please." You said, "Then explain what the hell is happening."

"Of course, your grace."

"Don't call me that," You grimaced.

Later on, when things had calmed down, The Traveler was tasked as your personal bodyguard. But you basically treated them as your best friend. Speaking to them, using them as your translator and such.

It was quite a lot of power for the Traveler, there was so much they could do with it... but they decided against it.

In fact, they helped you learn Teyvat's language. So you could read and write and easily understand all of the things around Teyvat.

The Traveler saw your curious eyes stare at abyssal language, hungry to understand the strange symbols. The writings on the walls of the Chasm, you yearned for the language to come easy to you.

The Traveler couldn't help but think... what if their twin was there? What if they taught you abyssal language. You, the Traveler, and the Abyss twin speaking in your native tongues. It was a dream the Traveler held tightly to their chest no matter how unlikely it was to happen.

#choco.asks #sagau brainrot #oops literally just me simping for aether again #this happens a lot more than i thought it would #i deviated quite a bit but if i didn't go off on smth completely irrelevant would it even be a choco post?

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your-girl-mj · 2 years

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Papà [Bruno x f!reader] part 2

Summary: everything is falling apart.

warning: idk what to put here-

note: she/her for reader, he/him for bruno. Bruno and reader also had three kids: Mateo, first born, who has levitation gift, same age as Isabella and Dolores (21); Alondra, middle child, who has a gift of what she paints/draws can became real, same age as Luisa (19); and Diego, yougest, has a time traveling gift, same age as mirabel, and camilo (15).

created: January 18, 2022

Published: February 1, 2022

Part 1 part 2

Dinner was a disaster, their powers are malfunctioning, some of them are stronger while the others became weaker.

One of the people who became weak is Mateo. Trying his best to help Luisa out, but failed.

"Um, Mateo could you help Luisa for a moment, please?" His abuela requested, wanting to at least ease up the moment.

The boy in green did his old thing, only using a hand to lift the piano. But it didn't move the slightest bit, he tried using it again but with more force. Then again, he failed. He groans to himself, he needs to be useful.

The dark-haired stood from his spot using both hands this time, gritting his teeth using the full force of his power. He feel himself becoming weak every second, as he still tried to lift the piano until his mother stopped him.

Bruno watched as things go down, he knows this will eventually happen, he can't even stop Manuel's death, how can he stop something big as this?

His heartburn when he saw his first-born son, get slowly frustrated at himself for not helping his cousin.

Everyone stormed out, once his Mamà saw the vision he's been hiding for 10 years. The future-teller asked his companion rats to give him the vision, before following them near the entrance of the painting.

" 'Teo, that's enough. You did your best." He heard his wife say.

"No Mamà, I'm one of the most useful gifts here, I can't be weak. I need to be useful." Bruno peaked in the hole once again, seeing Mateo had frustrated tears on his face, attempting to use his gift to lift anything. Anything.

"Corazon! Stop this, you need to take a breather. Calm down—"

"How can I calm down when everything is falling apart?! You won't understand, Mamà. You don't even have a gift, 'cause you're an outsider!"

" 'Teo!" His siblings yelled at the same time, he crossed the line.

Aye, kid. Bruno glace at his wife, seeing she had an unreadable expression. He wishes he can be there, comfort his wife and son. The future-teller knew the boy didn't mean it. He's a mama's boy, just like his primo: Camilo. Rushing his way to the entrance of the hall, he still needs to get the shards with him. Cutting the bridge isn't enough for Mirabel to not cross it, he should have seen this coming.

Mateo's olive-green eyes widen in regret. "Mamà, lo siento, I didn't mean any of it. Please, I'm really sorry, Mamà.." He looked down, ashamed. Already accepting that he will get the discipline spank, he only heard her sigh.

The boy looked up, seeing his mother had a hand over her eyes. He can't help but feel more guilty. His mother, the only parent that they have, who supports them with anything they do unless it's illegal, the one raise them all on her own since no one was there to help her. She did all that for them, and he repay her by yelling.

"Mà, por favor. I really didn't mean any of it, I'm really sorry. I love you, Mà.."

"Let's... just go to our rooms, okay? Y'all soak, change clothes so you won't get sick, alright?" That was all she said. [Name] lightly pat her oldest on his cheek, before guiding the other two upstairs stopping at the top.

"Go change, call me if you need me. Aaaand don't forget, you guys still have to tell me why this little guy—" she snuggles Diego's cheeks, 'causing the said boy to whine. "—keeps disappearing."

Meanwhile, Mirabel looked around her Tìo's 'home' it was messy, but neat in some way. Bruno is showing her his Rat shows, like sports, game shows, and his all-time favorite: telenovelas.

"I don't understand." She stated, still observing her surroundings. Why does he have two brooms?

"Oh, 'cause she's his aunt, but she has amnesia so, she doesn't remember she's his aunt. It's kinda like a very forbidden love-"

"I don't understand, why did you left but didn't leave?" Bruno sank in his seat, don't know how to answer the question. He loves his family more than anything, even if he's not part of their lives anymore, he still wants to see them living happily. He wants to see his children grow up, even if he's not there.

The future-teller found his excuse, trying to wave it off and move on. But when his niece find the drawn-out plate, he hesitated to tell the truth.

"My gift wasn't really helping the family," he paused, looking down for a brief moment before glancing back at his niece. "But I love my family, y'know?"

Mirabel saw a green light coming from the side of his home, approaching it carefully she realized it was another vision. A woman neatly dressed, lips locked with man, it's showing the day the two got married.

Her chocolate-like eyes widen at the realization of the people in the glowing glass. "Is this... Tìa [name]? With you on your wedding day?! You- you kept it...?"

"Well, of course! It's the best vision in life!"

Mirabel once again looked around the small room, he had frames on his walls all of them are rats. Looking closely, the hair texture, their clothing, the posing of the rats. It resembles his own family.

Some rats have a ruana, the textures match her primo: Diego. Dress patterns on the other rats are the same one Alondra have. The polo's color is identical to Mateo's.

There are more of it, other rats are levitating the chairs and tables, others are making portals and some are painting. The one that caught Mirabel's attention is the tidy painting of a rat, it's clear that the painting resembles [name]. She's the only one with a big frame, she can see small doodles on a paper, of them. Bruno's whole family. (Link of the said doodles)

"I know right? Where do you think Alondra's skills come from, eh?" He proudly exclaimed, smiling to himself. "If you're wondering why they're rats, I found human faces hard to draw, heh. Good thing, Rafael and Ana are great at modeling!"

"You really love them..."

"Yea, I just... I don't know how to..." Bruno started, unable to form words. "I think you should go, 'cause that's a good reason. but if you think I should go, 'cause that's a good reason."

Back to [name], she kissed the crown of their head before they leave. She turned to Mateo, the woman can still see the frown he had. cupping his face, squishing it a little, before giving him a peak on the head. "you too, mi Vida. We don't want you to get sick, okay?"

"Mà..." the dark-haired boy clench the hem of her blouse, he was fighting back tears, he's a young adult! Why would he be crying? A tear slip, and another, and another again. He's taller than her, yet he still acts like he's a little boy. Well, he only does this when he's alone with his mother, he doesn't want his siblings or cousins to tease him. "I'm really, really sorry. I didn't- I didn't know what just came over me. I don't mean any it, I would never—"

"Mijo! It's okay, I know you didn't. You were just frustrated, I understand." Opening her arms, with a soft look at her face. "C'mere."

Mateo dive into her arms, embracing her tight. His arms are around her neck due to the height difference. He's all grown up, [name] can't help but feel proud and sad at the same time, the little boy that can barely jump up to the counter is 7 inches taller than her now.

"Aww, my baby's big now!" Swaying the two of them, erupting a chuckle from her child. "Gabriela better take care of you."

"I'm sorry, Mamà..."

"You say sorry so much, just like your father." She giggled, pulling away from the way, fixing his hair.

"[Name]? Mamà wants to talk to us, get downstairs right away." Julieta announced, her lips pressed into a thin line, worried about her daughter, before taking her to leave escorted by Agustin.

"I'll be going now. the house is cracking so if you feel unsafe in your room, just accompany your siblings in Dee's room, okay? You can call 'Londra too." Rushing down the stairs once she received a nod of approval.

She's worried for all of them, Mateo's furniture is all floating it will be dangerous if all of it suddenly fall, on the other hand, Alondra has a very chaotic room, full of unusual things like a flying teapot, wild animals with horns, tiny elephants, and full of all kinds of colors. The only normal room is Diego's, he had two separate rooms, one full of sand, while the other is his belongings.

"You should have told me, the second you saw the vision! Think of the family!" [Name] heard her mother-in-law exclaimed, furious about what's happening to la casita.

"I was thinking about my daughter!" Agustin defended, his wife by his side, who had the face frown like he does.

Alma felt a cold breeze, snow is all over the place, she already knew who was the cause of it. "Pepa! Come down!"

The ginger grit her teeth at the cold, before glancing at her mother with an offended look, can't she see she's doing all she can to bottle it all up? "I'm doing my best!" Pointing a finger, she heard her husband mutter an angry 'yes'. "You're luCKY IT'S NOT A HURRICANE!"

The elderly caught sight of [name], approaching her. "Did you know anything about that vision?!"

"No, Bruno didn't say anything about it!"

"Don't lie on me, [name]."

"I'm not, the last time I saw him is at the dining area when it was Mirabel's gift ceremony. If I knew about the vision, he's still been here." She stood her ground, she may not have a husband to stand by her side just like Pepa and Julieta, but she can handle this on her own, she always does.

"How does embracing Isabela do anything?" Mirabel as well as Bruno hid behind a plant, peeking at her sister's door.

"I don't know, your family has a miracle, how do you help the family miracle? You hug your sister." He tilts his head.

A sound of a door closing at the left side of Mirabel's door caused him to panic as the three of them made contact. Bruno can see hints of green in Alondra's eyes as they stared at each other, one has a terrified expression, while the other had a shocked one.

The [hair. color] opened her mouth, ready to scream but stopped when her cousin suddenly dived at her, covering her mouth. Alondra squirm at her grip, the two kept shushing her and assuring her it was okay.

No, she's not squirming to shout, she's struggling 'cause she can't breathe. Unknowingly to the glass-eyed girl, she almost covered her prima's nose. Good thing Bruno notice his daughter's action and pulled Mirabel off her.

"Mija! Are you okay?? We're sorry we freaked you out! You can breath now, right?" He put a soothing hand on his daughter's back, as she coughs some air, still crouching.

The girl shrugged his hand off, not wanting to be touched by a stranger. The future-teller felt his heartache a bit when she moved away from him, he understood that it's been quite a while that she'd seen him, but it still hurts.

"I'm... fine." Side eyeing his man beside her, still stunned that he's here. Right here on casita. "Just surprise, that's all." She paused, "what's is he doing here?"

The three madrigals in green are very different people. Mateo is a responsible child, always in the town to help the people, very kind, and welcoming. Alondra is a timid kid who rarely leaves the house unless she needed to, she can be problematic when it comes to her close ones. Diego is the problem child, picking fights and everything, but still responsible.

The only thing they have in common is their mother, their surname, and their hatred towards their father.

Their father who left without a trace, their father who was never there for them, their father who made their mother cry.

They might be finding his location for months now, but only for them to confront him why did he leave, why didn't he say goodbye, why he didn't love them anymore.

Mirabel frowned at her cousin's words, "it's- it's Tìo Bruno! Your Papà—"

"I know Mirabel, you don't have to remind me." The coldness of her voice sends shivers down his spine. "So he's just gonna come back after what? 10? 11? Years without a goodbye? Not leaving any trace about his whereabouts? Not being there for his own wife and kids? That's it? Well, welcome back!" The painter stood up, brushing the dust on her dress, it's clear that her voice is full of sarcasm. "It's so good to see you, Papà." She spat, before walking towards her brother's room. She may be introverted to everyone, especially in a situation like this, but she can't help but feel range.

Her words stab the man right in his heart. It's the truth though, it will take some time for them to adjust again, they're not just gonna welcome him into their lives like nothing happened.

Bruno was forced back when his sobrina, suddenly shove him in a violent nudged, nodding her head towards the [hair. color].

"Mij‐ Alondra.." Bruno called out, he stepped forward but still crouching down, not wanting to be seen. "I- I um... I just, look 'Londra... I didn't—" he tried. He really tried to form words, anything. He doesn't know where to start! He wants to explain everything, tell her everything.

Why he's back, why he left in the first place, why doesn't dare to completely leave Encanto?

"...can you not tell your mother, I'm back?" His words cause her to scoff loudly, is he serious right now?

"Oh wow, so you're planning to hide from us forever? You don't have a plan to come back for us?" The hurt in her eyes says it all, as more cracks appeared on the walls.

"Alondra, please... I just don't know how to approach you guys, believe me, I really want to go back, I swear." Her piercing glare can see right through his soul, her knuckles turned white as she clench her dress.

"Fine." With that one word, she stomps her way to her younger brother's door.

" 'Londra! Have you seen Mirabe-" Camilo called out from the first floor, only to be interrupted with a loud slam of the door.

The girl take a few deep breaths, trying to calm her raging anger down, her jaw clenched, her hands balled into fists, and tears started to flood her eyes, but she held it back.

Alondra called out her brother, looking into her sand cave as well as his own room, but found no trace except a little note, she sat on the bed and read, the note says "looking for Papà again, be back in a minute - your most handsome brother ;)"

The girl would've rolled her eyes and replaced the word handsome with ugly, she would've but right now all she can think about is her Papà. Who she missed dearly considering she's the closest one to him. If Mateo is close to [name], Alondra is close to Bruno.

She cried for hours when she found out he left. Tears soon again start building up and streaming down her cheeks, but this time she didn't hold it back and let them hit her green dress.

She didn't know it was from anger or sadness.

Anger at her father that decided to abandon them at a very young age. Or sadness that he would rather be back for Mirabel and not his own children.

A sob escapes her mouth as she recalls the events that happened. Her father is alive! He's here with them!

Alondra turned to the other way and hurriedly swiped her tears, clearing her throat as Diego's front door opened revealing her older brother whose also looking for the time traveler.

"Dee's not here, the note said so." Handing Mateo the note, forcing herself to let out a chuckle, looking down so he wouldn't see her bloodshot eyes.

" 'most handsome' huh?" He smiled at the note, but it soon turned into a frown as he saw a few tear stains on the corner of it. Glancing at his sister, whose head is facing down, he lifts her face with a finger observing the girl's face.

From her red stuffed nose to her tear-stained cheeks. "What happened? Who did this to you?" Protectiveness covered his voice.

"A sand just got in my eyes, it's nothing."

"Your face is wet from tears, your nose is deep red, and you're gonna tell me it's just sand?"

"Just forget about it, okay? We have bigger things to worry about."

"Like what?? My little sister is crying, what's more, important than finding the jerk who's the cause of it?!"

"What about worrying about your little brother? who's in another timeline when the magic is clearly in danger and has a huge possibility that he will be stuck there!"

Pablo's loud squeak stopped the fighting to worsen and caught their attention. Sat at the corner, is Diego with an arepa in his hand, eating it like he's watching a movie.

"You guys are so dramatic." He commented, mouth full.

Before Alondra could shout at him, the room suddenly started to rumble, the objects around started to fall, at first, it was small things like lanterns but they soon turned into bookshelves and dressers.

"Everybody out!" Mateo called out, pulling his little brother with Pablo to the exit, shielding his younger siblings.

"Bruno didn't care about this family!" Abuela's voice echoed around casita, as the dark-haired boy lead the two downstairs.

"He loves this family, I love this family, we all love this family! You're the one who doesn't care! You're the one who's breaking our home—"

"Don't you ever–!"

"—The miracle is dying. Because of you!"

Mirabel ended, the whole casita was silent, but it was only starting. It was the calm before the storm.

The house shook violently, making some of them lose balance. "The candle!" The said magic candle is now turned over the flame flickering and melting rather quickly.

Mirabel, Camilo, as well as Isabela rushed to the burning candle, doing their best they can to save it. Diego was about to run towards it but is pulled back by [name].

"No! I'm not letting you risk your life for a candle!" She held him by his wrist, pulling him back as heavy objects starts to fall and almost hit him and his little cousin: Antonio.

"We need to get out of here!" Following Felix's words, the woman ran to the front door, bringing all her kids with her. She was pushed forward as casita send a wave made of tiles to get them to safety, Julieta yelled in desperation for Mirabel.

"Mirabel get out of there!"

"Mirabel leave it!"

"The house is gonna fall!"

Bruno sprints through the walls, clinging at a vision made out of green glass, shoving the rat he passed by in his ruana. Before bursting into the wall making his escape.

He watches as the house he grew in and loves to fall apart into pieces, as debris smashes to the floor together creating a fog, the vines that were once on his tower rip, he can still see casita using every last power they have to save Mirabel.

The future-teller felt falling sand in his hands. Looking down, what he saw was something he expected. His glass vision started to turn itself into the sand, coming from the corners.

"No, no, no, no, please no, don't! Stop it!" He chanted, attempting to mold it in its shape. The only vision he cherishes the most is disappearing. Just like his closeness to his daughter. "Mierda..." he mutter to the air, as he stared at the sand beneath him, that was once about him and his wife.

"[Name]... wait, [name]!" Realization struck him, remembering the past events that occur, is she okay? Is she hurt? Did she... make it? What about the kids? Are they okay? Are they all okay? Hundreds of questions flood his brain.

Bruno ran, he dash to the near trees looking around to see if everyone is okay, he caught sight of Pepa and her family, Julieta approaching Mirabel to be saved by casita, and they there are.

"Diego! Don't do that again! You could've died!" [Name] scolded, she's the only one who's screaming at this moment, but she didn't pay it any mind. How can he rush into danger just to go save a candle?? Her anger died down when she saw the scowl plastered on his face, he doesn't like it when she's mad.

"...I was just trying to help—sorry, Mamì."

With a click of her tongue, the woman envelopes him with a hug. "I'm sorry too, I got angry with you. You guys are all I have, I'm just afraid to lose you too." Opening her arms wider, gesturing her two other children to join in, to which they both gladly return it. "I love you guys, so, so much!"

Their sweet moment was interrupted by her sister-in-law calling out for her youngest daughter, who suddenly went missing when she looked back.

"Where's Mirabel-? MIRABEL?! where is she?? MIRABEL!!"

Mira's missing? Where could she be?? That's where the search party began, they split into two people and some stayed by the fallen casita.

"MIRABEL! MIRA WHERE ARE YOU?!" Diego chanted with Camilo, as they strolled all over the town, the three of them are the close ones. Ever since Camilo and Diego got their gifts they would always be in the town, they have no time for each other anymore.

"MIRABEL COME BACK!!" their voice echoed through the mountains around Encanto.

"She's not here, 'milo. We should go back..." the madrigal in green brought a hand to his cousin's back, as the curly-haired boy's eyes travel from the bottom of a mountain to the top.

"Yea, yea we should." Both of them hope that she's okay, she'll be okay, she's Mirabel! The toughest out of the three of them.

"Do you think she went through there?" The Camilo inquired, Diego glanced to the tallest mountain in Encanto, which is now cut in half, revealing the outside world.

"Probably. Should we search there?"

"Uhuh, let's go, Dee!" He dragged his cousin by the wrist, as the other struggled to stop him

"No, no, no, wait! Our parents don't know where we'll be, if something happens to us when we go through there, we'll be missing too."

"Okay fine, where are going back to?? Our house?"

The boy in green cackled, as Camilo smiled to himself, happy that he made someone laugh. Even without his gift.

Once they got back, they witness Mirabel hugging her mother, with their Tìo Agustin not far behind, face and hands swollen due to the bees that bit him.

"They were bees, everywhere!" Seeing his daughter's worried look, he assured her quickly. "I'll be okay."

"uh, not if we don't have a house," Camilo commented, still using his house joke, to which only one of his cousins snickered. Felix elbow his son for ruining the moment, "What? We don't have a house! I can't say we don't have a house? what is that? not a house." he protests, gesturing the debris in front of them.

Mirabel looked amused, glancing back at her mother before observing their fallen home. She spoke about building a new one before she brought up a topic about their family.

Isabela wants to create much more than flowers.

Luisa wants to take a break from working nonstop.

Dolores wants to speak instead of listen.

And much more than that, Alma saw this as an opportunity to say her apologies, to everyone she has pressured over the years.

Especially her Brunito, who had to happen to stand by the entrance with an unsure expression. He eyed his wife and children, wanting to see their reaction as his mother pulled him inside.

Are they gonna push him away? Get mad at him for leaving? Yell at him? He wasn't sure.

Pepa and Julieta tackle him with a heartwarming hug, and he gratefully returned. He hasn't hugged a person in a long time.

"Where have you been, hemano??"

"Dios Mio, you're so thin! Have you been eating properly??"

His sister bombed him with questions, which he answered with a short reply. The man's emerald-like eyes met her dazzling [eye. color] ones.

[Name] could feel herself running to him embracing him, she cried to his chest, hugged him tight feeling that if she loosen her grip he will disappear once again. Unstoppable tears stream through his cheeks, he sure missed this feeling, being in her arms once again.

The madrigals in green stared at their long-lost father. The oldest couldn't help but feel emotional, he grow up to think his father will never come back, that he'd either have a new family or be dead, but he's here. With them. Hugging his Mamà with a bright smile.

Alondra has mixed feelings about it, she's happy yes, but also guilty considering how she treated him when they met for the first time after a decade.

The 15-years old is having the best time of his time, despite no shelter to live in, he just witness his mother be this happy, so happy that she had tears on her face. He grins at the couple. He's just shocked that his father is home, he sees him every day but in a different timeline.

"You're here, you're really here!" She quietly sobbed at his old green ruana, pulling away a bit the [hair. color] held his face, wiping his tears, as she caressed it. "You're here!"

"I'm here, mi Vida." Bruno kisses her knuckles, looking deeply at her eyes, "and I'm not gonna leave you again."

[Name] beams at her husband, before her face morphs into worry, "goodness, you have bags under your eyes, you look like you haven't eaten in days!" She commented, observing his body. "Are you alright, does anything hurt or—?"

"No, I'm perfectly fine, amor." Letting out a genuine laugh for the first time in years, he sure miss her worried look, he remembered that's he was the one who always gave her that expression.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Good, that's good." She returns his loving gaze, with a soft smile on her lips. But what she did next was something no one expects she would do.

[Name]'s palm stings a bit as she slaps her husband right on his cheek. The sound echoed around them as each member of the family let out a yelp of surprise, it's either a gasp or an 'ooooh'.

The husbands that were married into the family, brought a hand to their own cheeks as if they can feel how hard her slap was, and for some reason, Camilo, as well as Diego, copied the gesture.

"[N-name]?" The man stuttered, holding his sore cheek, he did not see that coming. They were just hugging and smiling so lovingly at each other.

"What. Were. You. Thinking??!" She asked— more like demanding an answer. "I've told you so many times! If you have a problem, just tell me! You don't have to go through this alone!!"

"Cariño, this one is a different situation—"

"Different situation or not, I could've helped! But no, you choose to do this alone, again! Now, what happens?! You isolated yourself from us for a decade, bub!" He should have known that this will happen, she's his wife for goodness sake. His wife whose never afraid to throw her hands at someone! Not even if it's her own husband.

"And you left me with these three!" She continued, gesturing to their children that are now staring at them with wide eyes, "you know how Mateo is as a child! I can't even take a bath alone! And 'Londra, she draws everywhere, walls, floors, doors. Do you know how hard to scrub those??! And Diego! Oh, Diego. He almost made me bald!" She groans, glaring at him. She said her words with such swift, you can't understand it if you zone out.

The duo didn't look like a couple at all, they look like a mother scolding her child for doing something he wasn't supposed to do. The two sisters of Bruno came to help, trying to calm her from her own rumblings, but she continues. "and you just—" letting out a sigh, she ended her scolded with a small huff and her arms crossed on her chest.

Bruno found himself looking down at his feet, he didn't even notice he was doing it. Glancing up to his significant other, a fond smile plastered at his face when he realized she's done letting out her feelings.

"Are you done now, Cariño?" He inquired with such a soft voice, as he tilt his head a bit. His tone has the people around them in shock. Weren't you being scolded just now?? Receiving a tiny nod from her, he continued. "Can you hug me again?"

Without any hesitation, she dives right into his arms once again. Diego laughed at the two's interaction before he sprinted and joined their hug. "C'mon guys!"

Mateo hesitated a little before he held them close, lightly smiling at the warmth. He can't believe it, their family is complete again! Bruno locks eyes with his daughter, bringing his hand up trying to say he wants her to join in too. Alondra eyed his hand for a bit, she was confused. Why isn't he mad at her for yelling earlier?

"C'mere, Mija." With his words of encouragement, she finally take hold of her father's hand and let him pull her into the embrace. "Missed you, guys. It feels good to finally be back."

"Welcome back, papà."

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