#i dress in rags i shouldn't have expected anything from me

[theinnerunderrain]

Hewo!!! Can I have some childe x fem reader married life headcanons- I need to fulfill my fantasies-

Marriage [Yan!Childe x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, infantilization, implied misogyny, mentions of sexual acts, marriage, manipulation.

Word count: 900+

Note: hi!! thank you for the request.

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Despite being a reasonably strong warrior and a complicated individual overall, Childe would certainly make a great spouse and father given his desire to establish a family.

He is the kind of spouse who would assist you in trimming your fingernails while he rants about the potential appearance of your future children, giggling at the thought of trying to give the child a name from the combination of both of your names—which is obviously not going to work. He would certainly contemplated over your bloated stomach and visualize how supple your tits will be during the process of lactation.

"Would you rather the child have my hair or yours? I've heard that red hair is a recessive gene, so maybe the child will have yours? However, I wouldn't mind as long as the child is born looking exactly as lovely as you….which I am confident they will!"

Even if he has a hectic schedule, he would find a way to take a few days off and spend quality time with you, accompanying you everywhere you want to go. Even if you want to stay in and cuddle, he's fine with that. He might even read to you if you specifically request him to (well, he's probably good at reading considering he had to read for his siblings too). He is the type to cook for you as well since he is an excellent chef, but he wouldn't object if you cooked instead even if your abilities weren't as good as his.

It's cute watching you struggle, as you try to cook something, squealing at the way the hot oil would accidentally burst against your skin.

Even if it is utterly poisonous, he would nevertheless consume anything you provide but he's sure that the both of you are pass that stage.

Childe is absolutely the sort to lavish you with gifts, but not in the same manner as Pantalone does by using them as a negotiating chip to control you or further his own interests. The man actually enjoys giving you the most magnificent gifts; he always buys the things you might want but you're too bashful to ask for. He would still believe you are the most beautiful woman in the world regardless if you were dressed in the filthiest rag. But he wants you to be at ease, so buying the most luxurious silk and outfits is just his way of expressing his love language.

How nice of him, isn't that right?

Perhaps, though, he's also trying to gauge at how selfless you are. He understands that it's not a big deal given how modest and selfless you normally are, but every now and again he wishes you would demand more and behave more like a brat. Again, given that you were much more brattish when he first met you, perhaps it's just a shift in personality.

Childe can be fairly demanding when it comes to the sexual aspects of your marriage. While he won't directly demand you to do anything, he won't think twice about gaslighting to persuade you to carry out your responsibilities as a "wife." Basically making every justification under the sun, lamenting what a long day he had, and how he toiled so hard for you but you can't even suck him off?

"C'mon princess, I had such a long day. I would feel better if you…help me out a bit, please?"

How could you expect him to resist savouring his lovely wife, truly? He would almost fuck you every day if he could, making sure that you would cry and beg him to stuff his cock up your cute little hole. Don't be shocked if, while you're cooking, his hands accidentally slide down your hips to your ass. You have to consider that he's still a young man with a fairly strong pent-up sexual frustrations. Or perhaps you shouldn't be too startled if his fingers unintentionally brush up against your nipples while you're cuddling—you can't expect him to be sensitive when you're essentially wriggling in his lap, can you?

Don't worry; just anticipate your sexual life to be absolutely exhilarating and pleasurable (and be prepared to get fucked in unusual places). Childe values your enjoyment just as much! If he is incapable of even making his wife cum, what kind of a husband is he?

Surely not a worthy one.

Returning to more subdued headcanons, Childe is the kind of husband who will hold your hand through the cold months. He even has a tendency to unintentionally throw away all of your winter mittens; clearly, you wouldn't know it was intentional, but what good are his hands if he can't even hold yours? Regarding your independence, he wouldn't mind if you left the estate to go shopping or for a walk (as long as you were supervised by someone), but he isn't a big fan of having you hang out with your relatives or friends because they might have a negative impact on you (more like he's afraid they'll point out the flaws within your marriage).

You and Childe's marriage will be filled with surprises and maybe even tears, but maybe they'll be tears of joy rather than sadness. But don't worry too much—Childe is really a wonderful husband?

Right?

Just don't messed up too much.

#yandere #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact #yandere x reader #genshin imagines #yandere genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin childe #childe tartagalia #childe x reader #yandere childe #headcanon #marriage #fatui #genshin ajax #yandere tartaglia #childe #ajax x reader

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Eden part six

Masterlist in my pinned

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, referenced drugging, referenced kidnapping, referenced noncon piercings, referenced transphobia, referenced Christianity, conditioned whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, pet whumpee

Ezra's bedroom door creaked open, letting light in from the hallway. He stayed huddled under his blankets, warm and falsely secure.

It had been hours since he had laid down to rest, and he still didn't feel tired. Too many thoughts bothered him, repeating in circles and running themselves ragged.

"Ezra?" Christopher whispered. "Are you still awake?"

"Yes sir." Ezra didn't move. "What is it?"

"Oh, just a bit of insomnia." Christopher hesitated. "Would you mind keeping me company for a while?"

"Not at all sir." Ezra tossed his blankets off and stood up, giving Christopher his best smile.

He followed Christopher back to his own bedroom, finding it nearly as simple as his own.

A large bed covered in blue blankets sat with its headboard against the far wall, a nightstand on its left. A beechwood wardrobe and reclining chair stood against the right hand wall.

From the walls hung framed photos of people and art of plants. An essential oil dissfuser sat on the nightstand, releasing still more lavender into the air.

"I'll talk with you about whatever you like," Christopher offered, sitting on the edge of his bed.

Ezra sat down next to him. "Will you be angry with me if I'm honest sir?"

"I want you to be honest, but in a respectful manner. I would never be angry with you my darling Ezra."

"I'm homesick sir," Ezra blurted out. "I miss my family. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it."

"Dear Ezra," Christopher said gently, "you have not spoken to any of your relatives in over two years. Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I just didn't realize what I was missing sir. I'd give anything to see them again."

"Why do you think they still want you?"

"I-" Ezra floundered.

Why would they still want him? Their prodigal son, so uncaring as to abandon them for years.

"And even if they did," Christopher continued gently. "Do you really want to play the good Christian girl, wearing a pretty white dress to Sunday morning services? Or maybe you would like to be a punchline of family members who find attack helicopter jokes funny?"

"No, I-"

"Or," Christopher interupted, "have you forgotten why you found the courage to leave in the first place?"

Ezra burst into tears.

"Oh, I didn't mean to upset you so."

Christopher hugged Ezra, drawing him onto his lap. Ezra buried his face in Christopher's cotton night shirt.

"I love you," Christopher continued. "I just don't want to see you hurt."

"I had forgotten sir." Ezra wiped tears from his eyes. "But there are other things. Other people. I want to go home so badly."

"So you can do what? Work an abusive retail job? Room with people who disrespect your very existence? Watch the twenty four hour news cycle and doomscroll instead of sleeping? Starve yourself just to see if anyone will care, and become all the more depressed when they never do? I can't fathom you missing all of that."

Ezra couldn't help but think that Christopher was right.

His customers screamed at him daily, frequently reducing him to tears which he was the further harassed by management for. But Christopher never raised his voice.

His roommates wouldn't notice him missing until rent was due. Harry was a stoner who stashed his weed in the couch. And Shelly was an idiot who thought herself the nicest person ever born.

Christopher, on the other hand, had done so much to show Ezra his love. He cooked him good food, kept him safe, and reminded him of how loved he finally was, never expected any sort of repayment.

In his regular life people called Ezra a trannie mutt, not viewing him as worthy of respect, or even fully human. Christopher called him dear and darling and favorite.

No one ever touched him. He hadn't been so much as hugged in months, or had it been years? But not with Christopher, who constantly showed Ezra unbridled affection despite his sour attitude.

Other than being drugged and kidnapped, Ezra couldn't find anything wrong with his situation. Even the piercings had been a measured disciplinary reaction, not violent or sadistic.

Why couldn't he just be grateful?

Ezra clung to Christopher, needing his embrace as he needed air. Tears wetted Christopher's night clothes, but he cared not.

"I love you," Ezra sobbed. "More than anything. Please sir, don't leave me."

"And I love you." Christopher ran his fingers through Ezra's curly hair. "I won't ever let you go. You're mine, forever and always."

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Ezra asked, before regretting his phrasing. "I'm sorry sir, nothing like that. I'm just lonely."

"Of course you may. I would like nothing more."

Christopher gently nudged Ezra off his lap, and pulled back the blankets. Ezra laid facing away from him so they could cuddle nicely.

Christopher covered them both in the warm fuzzy blankets. He wrapped his arms around his pet, pressing their bodies closely together.

A sense of true comfort and safety overcame Ezra. And for the first time since waking up in Christopher's living room, he didn't feel trapped.

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[razzlerdazzler]

Fem OW character of ur choice x fem reader!

Reader typically stays out of violence as much as possible and prefers domestic lifestyle. Characters enemy kidnaps reader (proly to get back at character) when character goes to rescue reader shes drenched in her kidnappers blood. Like it’s stained her dress, on her face, in her hair, dripping from the huge axe in her hand.

Character doesn’t know whether to be terrified or turned on

Hi, sorry this took so long to get done. I just got a new job and it took me a little while to get used to the hours but it's all good now. By the way I chose Junker Queen for this one, I hope you like it :) Also Have a Happy New Year

Junker Queen x Female Kidnapped Reader

hSummary: Reader is kidnapped by King Howel's henchman, and by the time Odessa gets there, the henchmen are already dead and her girlfriend is covered in blood

Pairing: Junker Queen x Female Reader

Warnings: Blood and gore, spicy at the end but nothing too bad

This was not how you were expecting your day to go. You were bored inside of yours and Odessa's house, which you had recently got since she recently became Junker Queen and ruler of Junkertown. She's currently inside another room with an advisor, discussing a recent issue that has come up. She had been very busy ever since she became the new ruler, so you two have not been able to have much time to yourselves and have not been on a date in months. Since she was busy and you were bored, you decided to go out for a walk through the market.

It was a lovely day outside, the sun was shining without a cloud in the sky, and of course it was very hot, so you decided to wear a (F/C) dress outside. You were walking around the marketplace, looking at all the stalls and seeing what the vendors were offering. You started to walk past an alleyway, on your way to the next stall until you heard a scream come from the alleyway. "HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!!" You stopped and looked towards the alleyway but you couldn't see anything. You slowly walked into the alleyway, the cries for help getting louder and louder as you kept walking. "Hello? What's wrong, are you hurt?" You tentatively call out to the voice. The shouting suddenly stops and the whole alleyway goes deathly quiet. "Hello?" You ask, now even more worried than you were before.

You take another step when a pair of arms suddenly wrap around your sides. You try to scream but a hand quickly covers your mouth. You try to struggle against your attacker, but you can't get out of their hold. The attacker seems to have had enough of your struggling because the next thing you know a rag is put to your face. You can smell the chemicals on the rag and try to struggle harder, but fail to escape as your vision soon turns to black.

The first thing you feel when you come to is the feeling of the cold hard ground. You groan as you open your eyes. The first thing you notice is how dark the room is, the only light source being a dim bulb on the ceiling. You sit up and look at your surroundings, the last thing you remember was someone grabbing you and putting a rag to your face. You look around the room and notice the concrete walls that surround you. You also notice the large metal door on the opposite side of the room.

You suddenly hear the sound of footsteps from outside your door and you feel your heart beat faster as the footsteps come closer and closer. You look around the room, trying to see if there is anything you could use to defend yourself, but are unable to find anything. Soon you hear voices outside the door. "You sure we shouldn't have tied her up?" "Relax, the boss said she wouldn't be much of a problem, beside the boss is just having us keep an eye on her, until her girlfriend comes to rescue her." So they took you just because they wanted to get back at Odessa?

The door opens, revealing two figures. One of them was a woman and the other one was a man. They close the door behind them and you notice that the woman is holding a broad axe. "Who are you people?" you ask meekly. The man smiles at you, "we're your worst nightmare. Sadly however our boss couldn't make it to this little gathering but he sends his regards." "Who is your boss?" You ask timidly. This time the woman answers with a smirk, "Mason Howl." You feel your blood run cold at the name.

You met Odessa a little bit after she became Queen, but you remember how she told you how awful the ex-king was and how he kicked her family out of town. She also told you about how she defeated him, and how she kicked him out of town. "You see he wants his throne back," she continues. You look up at her questioningly. "Then why go to all the trouble of kidnapping me? Why doesn't he just challenge Odessa?" You ask shakily. The woman crouches down to your level and says "he could just try to challenge her again, but you see that's just too much work. Instead he came up with the brilliant plan of kidnapping you, just so Odessa would have to come rescue you, and when she does get here, we'll ambush her. And with her out of the way Howl would be on the throne again."

You feel your heart plummet at the thought of Odessa being killed. "You won't get away with this." You say causing the man to chuckle, "oh but we will, she will die and there's nothing you can do to stop it." You feel rage bubble up inside you, and all you can see is red as you quickly punch the lady in the face, hearing a cracking sound at the contact. She falls to the floor and drops her axe as she holds her now bleeding nose. You quickly stand up and grab the axe as the man launches himself at you. You swing the broad axe at the man and hit his knee. The man screams in agony at the impact and falls onto his back. You quickly yank the axe out of his knee and you swing the axe down onto him, hitting him between his neck and shoulder. Blood gushes out of the wound as you put your foot on his chest and yank out the axe.

You turn back to the lady, and she is already back on her feet. She takes a swing at you, but you easily dodge her and kick her in the chest, causing her to fall back to the ground. You raise the axe above your head and swing down with all of your energy. The axe lands with a sickening crunch in her head. You hear the sound of more guards approaching, and ready yourself for the oncoming fight. The guards enter the room and you start to swing your axe at them again.

It feels like hours until they stop coming. You hear a loud noise come from the hallway, and you ready yourself for the next guard. That is until you hear her voice. "Y/N are you down here?" You freeze at the sound and Odessa suddenly appears infront of the doorway, her axe in hand, ready for a fight. Her eyes widen as she sees you and the state of the room you're in. "Odessa?" you ask, voice quivering. This seems to break Odessa out of her trance as runs towards you. "Y/N!" She pulls you into a hug, your eyes widen at the contact.

You feel youself physically and emotionally relax as her arms wrap around you. You drop the axe and hug her back. You both stay like that for what feels like hours until she pulls back and looks at you. "I came here as soon as I found out what happened, are you hurt anywhere?" She asks concerned while looking at you up and down. You smile at her concern and say "i'm fine." Her look of concern turns into confusion as she looks back into your eyes. "So none of this is your blood?" Your eyebrows furrow, confused at her question. You look down and you feel your breath hitch as you see yourself.

Your dress is soaked in blood, and your hands are covered in it too. This causes you to look up at her, feeling a little embarrassed. "None of it's mine," Her eyes widen in shock at your words. She takes another look around the room before looking back at you. You feel your face heat up in embarrassment. "I didn't want to do it, but they started to talk about how they were going to kill you, and I just saw red." You explain. Her arms tighten around you as she suddenly lifts you up into the air, causing you to squeal in surprise. You quickly wrap your legs around her waist, and your arms around her neck so you don't fall. "I knew my baby had a bit of fire in her."

"Baby," you say with a smile. She looks at you with a smile, "what it's true. It's honestly kind of hot knowing that you can kick someone's ass." You smile at her words and pull her into a passionate kiss. She sighs in contentment, at the feeling of finally having her lips on hers again. You gasp when she bites your bottom lip and she slips her tongue into your mouth. Fine two can play at this game. You move one of your hands to the back of her head, and you tangle your fingers into her hair. You yank at her hair a little bit, causing her to let out a loud moan. Soon you two break apart from the kiss, and she starts to pepper kisses down your neck. You moan as she bites and sucks on a sensitive part of your neck, most likely leaving a mark.

"Babe," you say breathlessly. She continues to kiss down your neck and hums to let you know she's listening. "I really want to continue, but I don't think this is a good place for this, you say as she kisses your neck one last time before she pulls away. Her face is flushed and her eyes are hazy as she looks at you, you feel your heart flutter at the sight. She's gorgeous. You don't think you look much better, as her eyes roam over your figure. "Babe," you say again, getting her attention. It seems to work as she shakes her head a little and clears her throat. "You're right," she says as she gently puts you back down.

You two start to make your way out of the building, and you get another good look at your dress. You sigh sadly causing Odessa to look over at you. "I'm gonna need a new dress," you say causing her to laugh. She moves one of her arms around your waist, "don't worry i'll get you a new one. You smile at her words as you two keep walking. She suddenly asks "where did you learn to fight like that anyway?" You're surprised at her question and say "babe, we live in Junkertown, you kind of have to to know how to live here." She smiles at your answer and soon you reach a door. "Welp this is the way out, you ready?" She asks as she looks at you. You look up at her, "with you by my side I'll always be ready." She smiles at your answer and opens the door. No matter what happens, you and Odessa will always be there for each other.

#junker queen x reader #odessa x reader #overwatch x reader

[nebulablakemurphy]

Through Love And By Love (Pt. 3)

Draco Malfoy x fem!OC

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, reader discretion advised.

Part 1 | Part 2

Draco makes the proper modifications to the obliviate charm. It won't completely alter Rosanna's memories, it will only suppress the ones where he is present. When everything is sorted, he'll be able to give them back.

Seems simple enough, and once it's done, it's done. The imperius curse however is more difficult. When Draco casts it, he has to mean it. If he half asses the spell or lets his feelings get in the way, not only will it not work; but the effects it will have on Rosanna's mind...he wants to avoid at all costs.

The duration of the curse is also up in the air, could be weeks, could be months, could be years. All the while he'll be commanding this shell of the girl he loves.

'I control you.' Draco repeats the mantra in his head, every night before bed, willing himself to mean it.

When the time finally comes, he's standing in front of Rosanna as she's sound asleep, with his wand drawn. 'She doesn't remember', Draco tells himself. 'This isn't your Rosanna, it only looks like her. You can do this, you have to.' "Imperio." Draco says, with conviction.

Nothing happens, because he hasn't given a direction. 'Wake up', he wills her. And so she does.

It takes him a few tries to get into a routine, he doesn't have to think each specific step. She still has a brain after all. He only has to think of the desired out come. For example, 'get dressed and follow me', is one simple order instead of several smaller ones.

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After a few weeks of having her at Malfoy manner Draco begins experimenting with more complex demands such as, 'tell me what you think.' Or, 'act like you care for me.'

For a time he can almost forget that it's all a lie. Draco sees her in the room of requirement, how she was, how she loved him. If he ignores the small discrepancies, it’s bearable.

Malfoy manor is under lock and key, however that doesn’t stop an owl from arriving, carrying a parcel with the last will and testament of Albus Dumbledore. Along with Ron, Harry and Hermione; Rosanna is a beneficiary.

‘To Rosanna Marie McVay, I leave my mirror. May you always remember who you are.’

A long ragged shard of an old broken mirror. Draco wants to get rid of it, because even the words seem to taunt, like a cruel joke. But perhaps it means something to her that he cannot comprehend. And so he files it away in his chest of drawers for safe keeping.

It takes about three months before Narcissa runs her wand over Rosanna; and finally it glows. She's expecting.

"Well done, Draco." Lucius says, putting a hand on his shoulder. He’s out of Azkaban, still he isn’t the same man he was before going in.

Draco shrugs him off, they haven’t spoken more than a few words to each other since his return.

"You should let the dark lord know, tonight." Narcissa tells her son gingerly, "he'll be pleased."

"Shouldn't we wait a while? Just to be sure." Draco is still in denial, everything's happened too fast.

"Don't be ridiculous." Lucius insists. Voldemort has been breathing down their necks for weeks.

"What about Rosanna's parents?" Draco asks. "Surely Archer and Dixie deserve to know they're expecting a grandchild."

"Draco...you must understand, we could hardly have them looking for her." Narcissa cuts in.

"What've you done to them?" He spits, angrily.

"Relax Draco, 'twas a simple memory spell. They're on holiday." Lucius informs him.

"Where?" Draco's jaw ticks.

"Just off the coast of France, it's a lovely villa. All expenses paid." His mother brushes a spec of lint from his shoulder.

"If you ever do anything to hurt her or her family-"

"Draco, darling," Narcissa stops him. "We're on the same side. We are protecting Rosanna, we are protecting her parents."

"Could've fooled me." Draco disagrees.

"Mind yourself." Lucius snaps.

"Did it ever occur to you, that perhaps forcing us to have a child was not, in fact, in our best interest? That it might, instead, be detrimental to Rosanna, who hasn't had a proper chance to finish her education? Or the fact that she is brilliant and deserves every opportunity in this world? Do you ever consider the fact you took all that away from her?" Draco is gutted, he's afraid, he is alone.

"No one’s taken a thing from her. We've given her a wealth of opportunity. Is the situation ideal? Of course not. But son, you must know, when this is over; after serving the dark lord, she can have the best tutors. If she wants to continue her studies, she will do just that. Any avenue that Rosanna wishes to venture will be readily available to her. As for you, you will want for nothing Draco. Just as you always have. You can marry, live a long and happy life here in the manor." Lucius doesn't understand, it should be an honor to both of them to restore the Malfoy name to grace.

"What about the baby?" Draco runs a hand through his hair.

"He will have the world as his finger tips, darling." Narcissa coos. "A strong Malfoy boy, a son. You will raise him right, just like you were raised. "

"So you're no longer concerned with her lack of pure blood?" The boy scoffs.

“Draco, you are my son. I care for you a great deal, I want the best for you; always. All will be right once this baby is born. Open your eyes, see it." Lucius says, in closing.

Draco can't see it, but he does see Rosanna's belly grow over the next five months. 'Be happy,' is his only requirement of her.

She has a proper bump now. After she's gone to sleep, Draco keeps his hand on her stomach. Finally feeling his son stir beneath his fingers.

He attempts to choke down the lump in his throat, but he can't. Tears slipping onto his pillow as his shoulders heave with sobs. He can't do this alone.

Rosanna gasps, springing up into a sitting position. The pleasant, floating, out of body feeling she's become accustomed to is gone. Leaving behind a terrible migraine in it's wake. "Fuck." She complains, clutching her head between her hands.

"Lie down, love." Draco tells her, without much thought.

"No, my head-" Rosanna argues, "something's wrong."

He can tell, she's not listening to him anymore.

An imperius curse can be broken, but only through extreme force of will. Few people have ever done so.

"Please, do something." Rosanna reaches for him with trembling hands. She can't recall more than a passing glance shared between them at Hogwarts, but she can remember the passed months with him here. How kind he was, patient, gentle; the way one might treat a very dear friend.

"Let me look at you." Draco insists, holding his hands on either side of her face. "You're bleeding, Ro."

Blood trickles from her left nostril. Upon truly seeing him, something within her scream. There's something right there, just beneath the surface that she can't seem to grasp, but she wants to. The harder she reaches for it, the harder her head throbs in protest.

Draco knows what he has to do, the bleeding is getting worse. Her mind has been tampered with for too long, these kind of spells aren't meant to last forever. He has to give her memories back.

When he does, the blood from her nose slows significantly. Dashing to the bathroom he retrieves a hand towel, holding it beneath her nose. Massaging her temples as she keeps the towel in place.

"Rosanna," Draco says, after a long moment.

"Are you ok?" She asks.

"Me? I should be asking you." He chuckles, he doesn't know if the spell worked. He doesn't know if she remembers, or if things were lost in translation.

"I heard you crying," she explains. "I knew I had to get up. I couldn't at first, but I just kept telling myself, you have to wake up Ro, you have to wake up.”

"An imperius curse is nearly impossible to break." Draco remarks, brushing wayward hairs from Rosanna's face. "I should have known, nearly impossible is no object for you."

"Of course not." Rosanna shrugs, teasingly.

Draco knows she's never thought of herself as anything special, clearly she is; she always has been.

"You should try to rest." He encourages.

"Yeah," She agrees, moving to lie down in the bed they've shared for months. However, this being the first time it's truly them.

They face each other on top of the dark satin sheets, their hands clasped between them. Content to simply stare into the others eyes for the rest of eternity.

"Did you miss me?" Rosanna whispers, after a long while.

"Every second." Draco confesses, in the same hushed tone.

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The next few weeks are spent finding their new normal. Another adjustment, from the kids at Hogwarts, to the imperiused puppet and master, to now pregnant Rosanna and overprotective Draco.

Narcissa and Lucius can see that something is different about her, in comparison to the girl who'd arrived there all those months ago. Writing it off to hormones and never pressing the issue.

The news that Voldemort has finally requested Rosanna attend a death eater’s meeting doesn't come as a surprise to any of them. It has only ever been a question of when.

Narcissa offers to get Ro up to snuff. Draco is wary of leaving them alone together, but Rosanna assures him that she's fine. So eventually he leaves to ready himself for the evening.

"You're a beautiful girl." Narcissa remarks, running her brush through Rosanna's long strawberry blonde hair.

She sits in front of Narcissa's lavish vanity, staring blankly into the mirror as the older woman stands behind her. Rosanna doesn't look like herself, painted in dark makeup and zipped into a perfectly tapered midnight blue silken dress.

"A perfect match for my Draco." She goes on. "Any thoughts on a name for the baby?”

"Not yet." Rosanna forces a smile.

"Draco is named after a constellation; just something to think about." Narcissa knows full well that right now, she's the closest thing the girl has to a mother.

"I don't really know anything about having a baby." Rosanna thought she'd have more time to learn, when she was older, when she was ready.

"It's perfectly normal to be nervous. After all, being a mother is the most important undertaking a woman has. All Draco's life I have spoiled him, but there are things money can not buy. Namely love; your love." Narcissa moves her hair lightly into place.

Rosanna twists her hands in her lap, "Draco keeps telling me I'll be a good mother, but how does he know? I'm going to disappoint him if I don't know what to do the second that sucker is slapped into my arms."

"You'll have help," Narcissa assures her, "a nanny if you'd like."

"No, I don't want a nanny." Rosanna shakes her head.

"Draco-" Narcissa greets when she spots him.

Rosanna turns to him, blonde hair styled into an elegant updo. Makeup done to perfection, a deep red gloss that makes her full lips look truly sinful.

"Give us a moment, mother." Draco stammers at the sight of her.

Narcissa gives a tight lipped grin as she leaves the room.

Ro runs her hands over her dress as she stands.

Draco approaches her, his face a mask of indifference. And for a second, Rosanna actually wonders if he's mad. "I would not change one cell in your body, nor hair on your head. You are easily the best thing that's ever happened to me. You could never disappoint me, I need you to know that. If you're having trouble with something, never hesitate to come to me."

"You gotta stop ease-dropping." Rosanna chastises, draping her arms around him, stroking lovingly at the soft hair on the nape of his neck.

"About tonight," he changes the subject. "We're meant to be guests of honor. You know who sits head of the table, we will sit immediately to his right. Traditionally, I would be seated aside of him, because I'm the male."

"Damn it." Rosanna shakes her head. "He's sexist too?"

Draco chortles, "As I was saying, you'll be next to him. Be calm, steady; I'll be right there with you. Across the table is a seat reserved for Snape, if he shows up. He shouldn’t try to talk to you, none of them will. If they do, keep it short and simple. You're honored to be there. I know you're a decent liar, you can pull this off."

"So what happens at these meetings?" Ro asks, nervously.

"Not much, we cover any news about Potter. While we're on the subject, it's imperative to remember, the dark lord knows you and Harry were friends. When he accessed Potter's mind and memories, you were there. Don't lie about it if he asks." Draco smooths a hand along her back.

"Ok." She nods.

"He'll give assignments, if need be and tie up any loose ends. It's all straight forward really." He puts her mind at ease.

The moment they enter the dining room, everything Draco had promised is out the window; because there's a woman, suspended midair near the archway. They recognize her as one of the professors from Hogwarts. Muggle studies wasn't a class either of them had taken, they don’t really know Ms. Charity Burbage, but they'd seen each other plenty in passing.

"Breathe," Draco whispers, "just keep breathing." His hand is at the small of her back, guiding her toward their seats.

Voldemort's mouth twists into a demented grin. "Well, if it isn't the young Mr. Malfoy and his beloved Rosanna. What a pleasure it is, to finally meet you." He purrs. "Come, join me." Voldemort motions to the seats aside of him.

"Thank you for having me," Rosanna smiles as Draco pulls out the chair for her, waiting until she sits before pushing her in.

"Of course, dear one." He eyes her belly. "As I'm sure you all know, a congratulations is in order for our friends. They are to have a son, bringing them one step closer to fulfilling their destiny."

All eyes at the table are fixed on them. Rosanna isn't sure if they're meant to speak or not. So she simply nods, crossing her legs beneath the table. Draco's left hand stretches over, searching for hers. She twines their fingers together, resting their hands in her lap.

Severus arrives a few moments after the meeting has officially started. Joining them at the table, giving Draco and Rosanna a once over as he takes his seat.

He sees them third year, in detention for fraternizing after hours. He sees them fourth year, dancing the night away at the ball. He sees them fifth year, tested and divided by circumstance. He sees them sixth year, leaving together the night he'd killed Albus.

He sees their then faces, he sees their now faces; still just children, but stripped of their innocence.

When Rosanna is excused, she rushes up the stairs to their bedroom.

Draco stays with his parents to see the others out. "She's not been feeling well, terrible morning sickness." He explains, "I better go check on her." Draco closes the door behind last of the death eaters before venturing up the staircase.

He finds her, dry heaving over the sink, mascara stained teardrops falling against the porcelain. Draco knows what a panic attack looks like, from personal experience.

"Alright sweetheart, you're alright." He wets a rag with cool water from the tap, lying it on the over heated skin at the back of her neck.

"I can't breathe," Rosanna sobs, fingers twisting against the edge of the sink basin. She needs to be sick, she needs to breath, she needs to lie down, she needs to scream.

"Try, try for me." Draco murmurs, his lips at her temple. "Take a deep breath in."

She does try, but suddenly her dress is too tight, suffocating her. "Get it off, get it off me." Rosanna chokes out, clawing at the zipper behind her, but her fingers won't cooperate.

Draco moves her trembling hands aside, using his own to ease the zipper down her back. The material pooling at her feet, but it doesn't help.

All she can think about is the woman from the parlor, dropping lifeless onto the dinner table and served as a meal to Nagini.

"I'm so sorry, Ro. You have to believe me, I had no idea that was going to happen. You were never supposed to see that. It was to be a normal meeting, just as I said. I didn't know." Draco apologizes fiercely, pressing desperate kisses to her shaking shoulders.

Her breaths come in short gasps, resting her head against the cool surface of the mirror. "It's not your fault." Rosanna shakes her head. The child in her womb stirs wildly, seemingly sensing her distress. She places a hand over her belly protectively.

Draco wraps both arms around her, grounding her. One hand resting over her heart, to dull the ache that's taken root there. The other on top of hers, calming their baby. "You are strong, you are safe, and you are so loved."

Rosanna isn't sure if he's talking to her or their child, either way, it's enough to bring her back to herself. She catches her breath, standing up straight and turning to face Draco.

His features still laced with worry. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, I'm sorry. That's never happened before." Rosanna can't meet his eyes.

"There's nothing to apologize for." He tips her chin up to catch her gaze. "They aren't as awful once you're used to them. I'd like to tell you that they suck less too, but that'd be a lie; they always suck."

Rosanna smirks at him, "since when does Draco Malfoy say something sucks?"

"I've been hanging around this girl for sometime. She's an awful influence, you see, she's got quite a dodgy vocabulary." Draco teases. "I've tried to keep away, only problem is, I'm terribly in love with her and it never seems to work."

"I love you so much." Ro laughs, peppering his face with kisses. Effectively covering him in cherry red lip stick. "You look ridiculous," she tells him as they break apart.

"Yeah?" He turns her back toward the mirror.

Her hair is a bird's nest and her cheeks a mess of black streaks. "Before you take the mickey out of me, let's get that rubbish off your face."

"Screw you." She takes the cloth from her neck, rewetting it with soap; properly removing what's left of her makeup.

"What about me?" Draco protests, "you've done this." He motions to his crimson stained face.

"Don't you like my work?" Rosanna feigns hurt, softly swiping the marks off his face.

"I love your work, darling, however I'm afraid red's not my color." He smiles, it’s been so long that the feeling is foreign to the muscles in his face.

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When the golden trio is dragged in, by snatchers, to Malfoy Manor, they look slightly worse for wear. Especially Harry, who is nearly unrecognizable under the swelling of his features from Hermione’s stinging jinx. A last ditch effort to conceal his identity.

When Draco cannot positively identify the boy as Harry Potter, Bellatrix utters one sickening command. “Bring me Rosanna.”

Draco nods, taking the stairs up to his bedroom. The door creaks open and Rosanna turns to him.

“What’s wrong?” She closes the book she’s been reading.

“I need you.” He chokes out. “I need you to come with me and I…Rosanna, I’m so sorry.”

Rosanna swallows hard, moving to her feet and smoothing out the front of her dress. The one with light purple daisies scattered about the material.

Draco and Rosanna know full well what will happen if they are caught lying. Still they do it anyway.

Legillimacy comes easy to her, the way occlumency does Draco. They’ve been working to teach each other, no time like the present to put those skills to the test.

“Come, Rosanna.” Bellatrix insists, giggling erratically as she does. “Right here.”

Rosanna crosses the room, joining Bellatrix near where Harry is kneeling. She is about six months along and her belly comes as a shock to her former friends.

“Good girl, come come.” Bellatrix pulls her in. Attempting to peer deep into Rosanna’s mind. “Take a good look for us.” She points down to the man in question. “Is it him? Is it Harry?”

Rosanna floods her thoughts with images of Harry from their childhood. Distracting Bellatrix, hiding what she knows to be true. This is Harry.

Bellatrix huffs out a breath, “you really don’t know, do you?”

Rosanna shakes her head, “I’m sorry. It’s too hard to tell with his face that way.”

“That’s alright, precious.” Bellatrix puts a hand to Rosanna’s belly. “You’ve done your part. Now run along, there’s work to be done.”

Rosanna nods, moving towards the stairs on shaky legs.

“Put the boys in the cellar,” Bellatrix barks her next command at Lucius and Draco, grabbing Hermione by the collar. “Me and this one need to have a little chat, girl to girl.”

The sound of Hermione's tortured cries haunt Rosanna's nightmares for years to come. But she knows the best, and only course of action is to return to her room and come up with a plan.

Tearing through the dresser, in search of her wand, she slices her finger on a shard of…glass? Even through the parchment wrapped haphazardly around it.

‘To Rosanna Marie McVay, I leave my mirror. May you always remember who you are.’

Rosanna tosses Dumbledore’s will aside, staring down at the reflection in her hand. Somehow the image staring back is not her own.

“Hello?” She whispers. The eye looking back at her could almost be her former headmaster’s. But that’s impossible. “Can you help me? My friends are being held captive in Malfoy manor-”

There is a pop from behind her, Rosanna squeals at the unexpected appearance of a house elf. Not one of the Malfoy’s, not anymore.

Dobby had been freed the year before Rosanna transferred to Hogwarts. He isn’t thrilled by the prospect of returning to Malfoy Manor, his old masters were very cruel, and Dobby is a free elf. But, “Dobby is here to help Harry Potter and his friends.”

“Harry is a good friend of mine. I need your help to get him out of here.”

“What about you, miss?”

“It’s a long story, but I can’t leave, not yet. Harry and Ron are in the cellar, I can show you how to get there.”

“Dobby knows his way to the cellar.” The elf lowers his voice.

"Thank you, Dobby." Rosanna leans down to kiss his cheek. "Tell Harry, Rosanna sent you. Tell him I'm sorry, for everything."

"I'll tell them, Ms. Rosanna." Dobby agrees, any friend of Harry's is a friend of his.

The elf disapparates into the cellar. Rosanna grabs her wand and sets off to find Draco. Harry and Ron are now free, having fought their way back up to the main floor with Dobby’s help.

Rosanna finds herself on the opposite end of Hermione’s wand. They stare at each other for a beat too long.

“Rosanna!” A voice, dueling in the distance, warns.

In a panic, Rosanna casts a healing charm.

Hermione returns the gesture.

They put on a good show, before Hermione finally disarms her. In the chaos, only she and Rosanna know that's all she's done.

"Ahh!" Rosanna howls, falling to the ground clutching her belly.

"What is it, darling? Is it the baby?" Narcissa is beside her in an instant, abandoning her post.

"Something's wrong." Rosanna lies.

"We'll call the midwife straight away." Lucius assures her, appearing only a second later.

Everyone but Draco and Bellatrix have stopped firing curses at the golden trio.

"What the hell did you do to her?" Draco demands, as he and Harry wrestle over his wand. Over powering Potter for just a second, he leans down to whisper. "Knock me off, take the wand and go."

Harry listens, they disapparate with Dobby, but not before Bellatrix throws her knife into the mix.

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The midwife arrives shortly after, checking Rosanna over. Deciding that the stress might have caused a bout of false labor pains, and orders her a weeks bed rest with increased fluids.

Draco waits on her hand and foot, playing his part well. He quite enjoys doting on her and the growing baby in her belly.

As soon as Ro is cleared for regular activity, she and Draco spend the night in the kitchen. Making tacos the muggle way, the way Rosanna's grandmother had taught her when she was just a little girl.

"Why is this so bloody good?" Draco says in disbelief, diving another chip into the guacamole.

Rosanna is seated atop the cool granite island, contently swinging her feet. The platinum haired boy in the high rise chair to her left. "I told you. The baby likes tacos." Rosanna notes, feeling the infant practically doing flips in her belly.

"Course he does, he's my son." Draco grins at her, moving to his feet to have a feel.

"Everyone keeps saying boy. How do you know?" She cocks her blonde head to the side.

"The last ten generations of Malfoy have only a single male heir. Truthfully, I'd be just as happy with a girl. I do worry though, that they'll have an accent." Of course he wasn't actually concerned. Draco could listen to her speak, uninterrupted, for days on end.

"I don't have an accent." Rosanna bats at him.

"This estate will be ours someday. I'd like to fill it." Draco confesses, stealing a bite from his abandoned taco.

"You want more kids?" It isn’t something that’s ever come up.

"Not straight away. But after a while," he nods. "I want everything with you. A proper wedding, a home filled with our children, their laughter. Pets, if they please you. Holidays in America, show our children where their mother is from, why she talks funny. Send our children off to Hogwarts and take pride in whichever house they're sorted into. We can grow old together, we can be happy together."

"I'd like that." Rosanna decides.

"Can I tell you something else?" Draco asks, drumming his free hand against her knee.

"Mhm." Rosanna hums, around a mouth full of taco shell.

"I was never truly happy until I met you." He confesses.

"That’s not true.” Rosanna rolls her brown eyes.

"I know you hate me going on about it." Draco grins, looking down at his hands. "But being with you, eating tacos that we made, on a stove, which I hadn't the slightest idea how to work... You make me feel like I can do anything. You never make me feel daft for having to learn. No one's ever done that for me. Only you."

It still startles him, the depth of his love for her, the way it never seemed to bottom out. How he would look at her with absolutely certainty that he couldn't love her anymore than he did at that moment and then somehow he always did.

"That's because I love you," Rosanna says, before bursting into tears, "dumbass." She adds for good measure.

Part 4

#through love and by love #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfic #harry potter #draco imagine #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy fic #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy x oc #draco x oc #Hermione granger #Ron Weasley #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #bellatrix lestrange

[nuwanda-forever]

Show the World

Daryl Dixon × Reader ( Platonic). Young Adult/Teenager Reader. Set in Alexandria. TW : Scars, light mention of wounds, implied child abuse. Wholesome.

"I'm fine Daryl, It's just a scratch."

"No yer not."

He won't take no for an answer and you know that better than anyone. But you can't let him see how damaged you really are.

You try to physically distance yourself from him to discourage him from trying to look at the wound on your body, where a bullet nearly grazed you a couple of days ago.

It doesn't work.

"Let me see."

He positions himself behind you while you sit on the bed. He slowly pulls up a piece of your shirt, not enough to make you uncomfortable.

"Hmm,it don't look infected."

Your hopes rise, Maybe he won't see them.

He pulls up your shirt an inch further.

You feel his hesitation, he stops and let's your shirt go.

You sigh, finally relieved when he doesn't say anything.

He throws a tiny bottle of antiseptic at you. You catch it, while also grabbing the rag on the bed.

"Want me to help?"

"No, I can do it", you say too quickly.

He hums in response.

He stands there cross armed waiting for you to do it.

Damn him.

You try to dress your wound yourself but due it's unfortunate positioning at the back, you find it hard to do without completely taking off your shirt.

You give up, and look at Daryl pleading him to help you out. He uncrosses his arms and comes to you.

It's fine, you tell yourself. What's the worst that could happen.

He starts cleaning your wound while you hold up your shirt.

"They ain't nothing to be ashamed of."

"What?"

"Scars."

"Oh."

"They just mean you won. That you're stronger. Tougher."

Nobody had ever talked about scars to you that way. Five years ago, your school teacher saw them during gym class. She told you to cover them up.

Your family told you to shut up.

That the next time would be worse if you let anybody else see.

Now this man, who you've known for barely three years is telling you, that you shouldn't be ashamed. Of how weak you were?

Were.

Your silence speaks volumes to Daryl, so when he gets up immediately you think you've done something wrong.

He turns his back to you and takes his shirt off.

His scars. That wasn't what you expected. Not from Daryl Dixon.

He sits down opposite to you.

"We're better and stronger than the people who did that to us.

"Yer need to remember that."

You nod, to distract him from the tear forming in your eye.

If Daryl Dixon, one of the best, toughest fighters in Alexandria ,(And your favourite) was like you. Then maybe you were tougher than you thought.

Maybe you didn't have to be afraid of showing the world your scars.

#one shot #twd #twd daryl #the walking dead #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon #daryl x you #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #fluff #tw scars #tw abuse #fanfiction #twd fanfiction #twd fic #platonic #comfort character

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Stranger Things Egg Baby AU, Wakey, Wakey, Eggs and-

When Steve awoke to the noise of someone else in his house he panicked. Wondering if someone had broken in while he was asleep because it sure as hell wasn't his parents. The sleepy teenager got up in a panic when he remembered the previous night. Right. Eddie Munson was in his house downstairs. Changing out of his pajamas into his usual jeans and polo before heading downstairs to face his injured classmate.

Arriving in the kitchen, Steve found Eddie sat at the kitchen's counter. The metalhead digging through a box of Quisp cereal and shoving handfuls into his mouth. No bowl, no milk, just straight out of the box.

"Morning." Eddie greeted with his mouth still full of cereal as he spoke. Grabbing a bottle of Coke pilfered from his fridge (was he seriously drinking a Coke for breakfast?) and using it to wash down the cereal.

"Has anyone told you not to talk with your mouth full?" Steve asked as he approached the fridge. Opening it and pulling out a carton of strawberries.

"Yeah but I never listened to 'em." Steve grabbed a strawberry and took a bite out of it when he noticed Eddie's leg.

"Take your pants off." Eddie choked on his cereal as Steve said this.

"Scuse me?" The teen choked out.

"I need to change your bandages you perv." Steve rolled his eyes. "Plus those jeans are covered in blood. You're going to have to change. You can borrow a pair of mine."

"Whatever you say nurse Steve." Eddie got up and started to strip in front of the other boy. Steve turning around to avoid eye contact. "You know, I can honestly say I'd never expect the king of Hawkins himself trying to get me in his pants-"

"One more innuendo Munson and I'll kick your barely clothed ass out. I'm not into dudes."

"Seriously Harrington? You're worried I'm going to come on to you? Please, I have some standards."

Okay that hurt his ego slightly but Steve kept quiet as he turned around to see Eddie now dressed in only his Hellfire shirt and boxers. Steve stared for a moment before gesturing for him to go over to the couch. Eddie complied, taking a seat on the couch and stretching his body out. Dramatically lifting his injured leg in the air.

"I'm all yours nurse Steve-shit that hurts."

"Don't extend your leg like that. You'll only aggravate the injury." Unraveling the dirty bandages, Steve tossed them aside and grabbed the supplies bag from the night before. Grabbing the rag and disinfectant Steve began to reclean the wound. This time, he was slightly more gentle.

"So...you going to tell me about that thing that tried to eat me last night?"

"I don't think you're going to believe me."

"Try me."

"Okay but you gotta promise not to tell anyone. Legally I shouldn't be telling you." Eddie made a face at that. "So there's kind of this other world. Like under us. And it has monsters and shit. Remember when Will Byers went missing last year?"

"The kid who supposedly came back to life? Yeah kind if hard to forget with how the town freaked out."

"Yeah, well he was dragged down there by some monster thing."

"Like the one that attacked me?" Eddie prodded as Steve began to bandage his leg again.

"Yeah. The kids call them demi goggles or something stupid like that."

"Do you mean demogorgon?"

"Yeah, that thing....wait how do you know what that is?"

"He's a creature in Dungeons and Dragons." Edddie explained. "He's a Tanar'ri demon prince. In game he has two heads and is super powerful-"

"Yeah whatever." Steve cut Eddie off as he got up. "But those things? Demogorgons, whatever you call them, are dangerous. I thought they stopped it or whatever but one Will's little munchkin friends decided it would be cute to bring a baby one home with him. At least until it ate his cat and broke out. We kind of need to find it before it does anything else." Eddie stared up at Steve blankly, the cogs clearly turning in his head as he took in all the information he was given before letting out a long breath.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah. "

"If I didn't see that thing with my own eyes, I'd say you're full of it."

"Wish I was." Steve watched as Eddie continued to sit there quietly. "...listen it's a lot but we have school in an hour. I'll grab you some jeans, okay?"

Eddie nodded.

~~

A few hours ago Eddie's biggest priority was passing health class with the stupid egg project. Now he had to worry about otherworldly monsters coming from wherever the fuck this other world was and finishing the job they started last night.

He sat in the passenger seat of Steve Harrington's car, wearing an uncomfortably loose pair of jeans that was barely held up by his spiked belt. Eggy Pop was in his jacket pocket and unharmed which he supposed was a plus but again the other worldly monster thing was a mood dampener. The teen was too distracted by the new information to even comment on Steve's choice of radio music. Madonna. Because of course Harrington liked Madonna. Staring out the window at the sparse buildings and empty fids that comprised Hawkins. He wondered if anyone else knew about this supernatural bullshit. All those missing people over the years. Did demogorons eat them? Was that what happened to Barb Holland? Did Steve know?

So many questions Eddie wanted to ask but he was honestly too scared to. Did he even want to know the answers? He couldn't even look over at Steve and instead continued to stare out the car window when he noticed them approaching the school and he finally spoke.

"You can let me out here."

Steve glanced over at him slightly confused as he stopped the car.

"Ugh, why? School's three blocks away."

"Yeah but I'm sure the king of Hawkins doesn't want to be seen with the town freak outside of school doing un egg related things. Imagine what would happen to your reputation."

"Reputation? I don't know if you've heard but as of two days ago, I have none." Steve put the car back into drive and continued the ride to school. "I don't care who sees you getting out of my car or what they're going to say. Can't get any worse."

Considering who was saying this, Eddie was taken aback slightly. Steve Harrington was all image. Yet the look on his face as he pulled into the busy highschool parking lot and parking near the front could obliged be described as confident. The car pulling to a stop and Eddie hesitated a moment before getting out with Steve close behind hum. Everyone turning to stare at the odd duo. Unlike lunch from the day prior, Steve didn't speed away. People whispering as he walked by. Eddie was used to it. Steve wasn't but he didn't seem to mind. It felt nice to not be alone this time. Even if it was Harrington.

#eggy #stranger things #stranger things au #eddie munson #steve harrington #fanfiction #steddie #steve x eddie #egg baby au #eggbert pop

[mrfandomgage]

Rags looks over a sports magazine. He lies in his living room's couch. He flips through the magazine of professional athletes, both of regular looking humans, furry men, and everything in between. Rags stops flipping through to see a professional swimmer, a hippo man, who looks like he could easily walk from one side of the pool to the other without the water bothering him. While Rags is hot, he gets bothered by a knock at his front door, dropping his magazine to the floor.

Rags sits up and looks around, he hides his magazine underneath the couch cushion. He stands up and goes to the door, only expecting maybe a cookie package from his gardener. Rags opens the door, staring at white fluffy feet in black sandles. Rags looks up and stands upright. Goat looks exhausted.

"Hey Goat, how are you?" Rags asks, scratching the back of his head with a questioning expression on his face.

Goat puts a hand over his eyes and says, "Howdy, Dick. I probably shouldn't have walked in the sun all day".

Rags taps his foot, "already with insults?"

"I thought Dick was short for Richard, besides, yours stretches out those short shorts pretty far-"

Rags slams the door once he understands what Goat is talking about. He runs across the house and gets on a large shirt to cover himself up. Rags sighs, doubting Goat will still be there. Rags drags himself back to the front door. Upon opening the door he sees Goat leaning against the wall still covering his eyes.

"Is it safe to look?" Goat asks.

"You could've just told me I had a hard on damn it!" Rags shouts.

Goat removes his hand, "I'll take that as a yes. May I come in?"

"... yes, come on in Gage. I didn't give you my address for nothing. Though you were supposed to get here, if I recall correctly, TOMORROW!"

"I can leave if you-"

"NO, please don't! I just didn't expect you to show up is all. Can I take you to my room? That's where I keep a lot of my stuff anyways".

Goat nods. Rags moves to let Goat in and closes the door for him. Goat follows Rags through his house up to his room. Goat compliments the house being clean. Getting into Rags' room Goat flops himself halfway onto Rags' bed. Rags just chuckles.

"I like lying on my bed like that too", Rags laughs, "nice ass by the way".

"What?" Goat responds, he also crawls deeper onto the bed.

Rags shakes his head, "it's nothing, nothing at all. So you just wanna hang out?"

"Yeah, basically", Goat rolls over onto his back and kicks off his sandles, "had nothing better to do, and Catharine said I should".

"Ah. Do you want to dress up or something?"

"If you have anything I'd like wearing", Goat chuckles.

Rags digs in his closet and brings out a spiked collar, "does this-"

Goat snags the collar, and starts putting it on, "does it look nice?"

Rags blinks, "... you really move fast when you want to. I got a few more peices to go with it".

"Sure thing, I like this punk stuff".

Rags searches his closet, shifting around clothes until he finds pants with a few chains that match the style. He hands over the black pants to Goat, and keeps himself facing the closet, looking for more to go with it. After five more minutes, he finds studded boots and a jacket, producing them from the closet. He watches as Goat takes off his shirt, and wishes to object, but stops himself from doing so. Turning back to the closet he looks for a few more things to finish the outfit.

"Hey Rags", Goat starts to ask, "could I possibly get some socks?"

"Sure, for the boots, right?" Rags asks.

"No, for my horns, what else?"

"Ha ha. Looking for some now".

Goat moves his ears around to deal with the spike studded collar. Rags hands over some socks, but as well fingerless gloves with spiked bracelets on the end. Goat slips on the socks and puts the boots onto his feet. Rags gets a brush and starts styling Goat's fur, to help convey the look. Goat puts on the gloves, and tightens them. Rags brings a black power over to Goat.

"Hey, no!" Goat Objects, "I don't like makeup gels, too cold".

"Oh, no, this is a charcoal powder. It's what I use to darken my hair", Rags explains, "I wanted to darken the underneath of your eyes".

"Well I..." Goat thinks about it, breaths in and sighs, "fine Richard, just do it".

"Thank you", Rags says. Goat closes his eyes, and Rags applies the power.

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

"Nope, it'll get in your eyes if you do so now".

"Hey, how do you keep this powder out of your right eye?"

"I only put the powder on top, and some of it goes down, sure, but most of it stays out. I've had some fall into my eyes, it burns".

"Good to know".

"OK, done".

Goat stands up, "the boots are kinda heavy".

Rags looks up, "they make you really tall..."

"You're already short, Richard".

"Gage, they make you much taller, you ass!"

Goat pats Rags' head as he says, "yeah, yeah, you're just always short".

"... I uh... you look great like that, maybe later I can paint your horns with nail polish".

"Maybe later", Goat says, clearly unsure if he'd want that.

"Oh, I do have all my gaming stuff here, and a few controllers".

"Alright, I'm down".

#furry writing #averagegoatman #ragstherat

[my-reality-my-rules]

When you shifted to your drs, have you met people that didn’t exist in canon of shows/books/movies?

[thanks for this ask!]

yep! i got excited seeing this question because some of the people (and creatures, too) I've met are genuinely fun to interact with.

[also, note that when i shift to my DR's, i do it in accordance with CR time. that means 1 DR day = 1 CR day. i stopped scripting in 1 DR day = 7 CR hours sometime november—i wasn't in the best state then, and had been weighed down by lapses of memory. that's why i decided to play it out in equal time—so i don't immediately forget about anything ((: ]

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(1) naruto DR

I've met a few members of the uchiha clan, along with some healers who were brought in at the time i was injured (i made a post on this last year). I've interacted with my clansmen just recently. one of my favourite people so far is a middle-aged woman named Hisa, who's not actually a relative by blood. much as it pains me to say it—she's a concubine to one of my removed cousins, Jikichi. her brother Kousei's a taikomochi, and has eyes in the daimyō's court. it's one of the reasons why they were allowed to associate with our clan at all.

hisa reminds me of one of my old guidance counselors. she's not particulary inspired, only that she wants to get by in life, and cares for her children. the woman's also really sweet—she's not fond of gossip (though she does like listening in at times), seems to be the type to give good advice, and mostly keeps to herself. if nothing else, i think she's genuinely honest with a lot of things. she's also someone i liked conversing with because of her calm demeanour.

there's a lot of sexism and classism going around—i won't sugarcoat that. the warring states era in the naruto DR i have is parallel to that of japan's edo period. hisa's family was of relatively middle/low standing, not to mention that she and her brother don't have...the 'better' jobs, if you will. they don't do anything untoward, but their reputations aren't the best (though not the worst, either). additionally, while female warriors aren't rare, this was a time where women aren't expected to go to war either. hisa's really kind—while she disapproves of my career choice, she doesn't make an effort to discourage me from it, either.

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(2) harry potter DR

my tutors, and a few house-elves! regarding the former; even before i shifted, I've already taken an interest in magical history and wizarding politics. i was able to get one of my uncles to hire two foreign witches (an ecuadorian, eva flores; and a canadian, marie philidar).

for magical history, I'm being taught about the origins of the triwizard tournament. it's yet to happen in my DR, and there's only been gossip about it. luckily, I've been told about it beforehand, and it's why i paced my studies alongside it. we're currently discussing the medieval age—specifically international relations in europe, how the launching of the first tournament affected other countries, and why it was only originally 3 schools who participated.

for wizarding politics; i scripted beforehand that the magical world also has its own versions of philosophers and economists. i remember being frustrated when reading the official pages (as well as other fan sites) and could only find curriculum-related content (ex. potionmaking and basic astronomy). it's practically the same concept with muggle politics—with the obvious change of having to study magical laws and pureblood history.

as for house-elves; we own quite a number of them. I've already made a post regarding my DR family—so it shouldn't be much of a surprise. the malfoys have them, the grindelwalds have them, the martells have them. they look exactly as depicted, with bat-like ears and leathery skin. the martell house-elves, however, do not dress in rags. i had also been pleasantly surprised when i found out that one of the things my mother and my godfathers bonded over was a shared love for house-elves. barty had winky, regulus had kreacher (his family also had another named pops), and my mother catelyn had a personal one named tinsel (ownership was passed down to me after she died).

i don't interact with them as much as I'd like to, because for the most part, i have no reason to. they're mostly invisible—they keep to themselves unless you actually call for them. it's mostly just tinsel and winky (who was given a command to look after me) who i talk to. addtionally, I'm a bit cruel to say this, but they're...if nothing else, they're practically lapdogs, or gradeschool teacher's pets eager to please. everyone knows the controversy about house-elves, but for now, there's little i can do about it yet.

#shifting #shifting realities #reality shifting #desired reality #shift #shifting shenanigans #shifting to konoha #naruto #uchiha clan #naruto shippuden #shifting to harry potter #shifting to hogwarts #harry potter #hogwarts #shifting to naruto #Esther's shifting posts

[nashibirne]

Gimme Shelter - 3

Chapter 3 anyone? Well...here it comes. I hope you enjoy it. If so, please leave me a comment, like or replog. 💜

Previous part -> Nashi’s Masterlist

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Kat Spencer)

Words: ~3.1k

Summary: Henry has to deal with a personal crisis and he finds shelter with his old rugby mate Sam and his sister Kat. She used to be Henry’s best friend a very long time ago. Will they be able to become friends again or maybe even more? Chapter 3: Henry tries to get closer to Kat but there are various obstacles.

Warnings: RPF, mention of mental health issues and panic attacks, language

No beta! All mistakes are mine. English is not my mother tongue so expect bad grammar and wrong spelling.

Disclaimer: I don’t know the real Henry Cavill, this is pure fiction and nothing more

Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. Face claims: Kat = Jennifer Connelly, Eli = Stephen James

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I should've known better than to cheat a friend

And waste the chance that I'd been given

So I'm never gonna dance again

The way I danced with you, ohh

Never without your love

From Careless Whisper written by Andrew J. Ridgeley / George Michael

Henry was wrong thinking their conversation was the end of Kat's distant behaviour. Sure, it got better but she was still acting aloof and it was clear as day that she still couldn't see him as a friend. She treated him like a guest. Always polite and friendly but keeping her distance and neutrality. And that was the reason why he was really looking forward to tonight. It was Saturday and they were going to visit the city festival that took place every summer and that was a big event in the little town of St. Ives. Henry, Kat and Sam with his girlfriend Lydia, who was a delicate and very pretty black woman with an astonishing amount of energy, always in a good mood and wearing her heart on her sleeve. Henry immediately got why Kat liked her so much, when he met her for the first time a day after he moved in. She was funny and very smart, a real tough cookie but caring and warm-hearted, too. So it was going to be just the four of them and of course he was hoping for a chance to come a little closer to Kat in the relaxed atmosphere of the public party with some music and drinks. Maybe she was able to loosen up around him there. 

When they arrived the festival was in full swing. The city was crowded with tourists and locals, smiling faces everywhere and the friends were in a good mood, too. Sam and Lydia were standing arm in arm and Kat was sure her brother had finally found his perfect match. She'd never seen him so in love before and she was genuinely happy for him. Henry went to a stall and came back with four glasses of beer, after he had taken a few selfies with some fangirls. Kat was wondering how he felt about this. About the fact that he got recognized although he was in St. Ives to escape all the media hype and all the pressure that it had put on him in the last years but he didn't seem to care. Maybe he's so used to it that it doesn't bother him, Kat thought, or he's just not showing it. "Cheers." Henry said, smiling at them, holding Kat's gaze a little longer than usual which made her nervous. "Cheers." They answered in unison and Kat started to look around. There were various stalls selling all kinds of stuff, from kitsch to unique art and she even spotted some carousels. The band that had been playing was just leaving the stage right in front of the harbour.

"Isn't that Elijah?" Sam nudged her and nodded at a stall a few meters away. 

"Who?" Lydia craned her neck to take a look. "The inked guy?"

"Shit. Yes, that's him." Kat made a face and Henry turned around. There was only one inked guy. He was tall and buff, tattooed from head to toe - literally. He was young, 24 or 25  maybe, and very handsome, Henry had to admit that. Piercing blue eyes, a sharp jawline and high cheekbones, his black hair worn in a stylish undercut, dressed in ripped jeans and a simple white T-shirt.

"This is your fuck boy?" Lydia blurted out. Kat shushed her with an awkward grin. "He was my fuck boy. Past tense."

Henry felt his stomach twist in a strange mix of jealousy, anger and protectiveness.

"Damn, girl. You never mentioned he is that hot. I see why you didn't say no to him."

"Excuse me?" Sam looked at his girlfriend with a frown. "You don't even like tattoos?" Lydia laughed out loud and kissed him. "You're right, baby, he's gross." 

"There he comes." Henry said looking at Kat who rolled her eyes.

"Heaven help." She muttered under her breath.

"Kat, good to see you." Ink guy hugged her before he eyed her up and down. "You look great." 

"Hi. Thanks. You look good too." She smiled at him and there was an awkward pause until she cleared her throat to introduce him.

"Um, yeah, you know my brother Sam and this is his girlfriend Lydia." She pointed at them. "And here we have our new housemate Henry." She nodded at him and Henry flinched. Housemate. Not friend, just housemate.

"Guys, this is Elijah. We used to do Yoga together."

Elijah glanced at her before he put on a lewd smirk. "Yeah, let's call it Yoga." He raised his eyebrows and gave Kat a sexy wink.

"Speaking of which. I really miss our long and intense...Yoga exercises." He grinned. "I think about you a lot to get into the right mood, whenever I do Yoga...all alone. On my own. Almost every night."

Kat raised an eyebrow and returned his flirtatious smile. "I'm sure you don't have problems finding a new Yoga partner."

"No, I don't. I've tried it with a few. But it's hard to find someone as good as you. As flexible and experienced and passionate...about Yoga."

Kat was speechless for a moment and Elijah stepped closer and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. "Maybe we can do a session tonight."

Kat looked him in the eyes, biting her bottom lip. "Yeah. Maybe. If I'm in the mood for Yoga later."

He grinned. "See you on the dance floor? The DJ's gonna start his show in a few."

"Sure." Kat nodded.

"Great. See ya, guys." He waved at them and strolled away with a swagger that annoyed Henry.

When he was out of earshot Sam laughed out loud.

"Fuck, sis. Did the guy just tell you, you're his wank-rag?"

Kat knitted her brows with an embarrassed grin. "Shut up, okay? I don't wanna hear anything about this. This conversation never happened." She blushed furiously and Henry would have loved to ask her about the story behind all this but he kept his mouth shut. It was none of his business. He was just the housemate.

*****

It took Henry another four glasses of beer to  find the courage to ask her about Mr. Ink anyway.

"So what's going on with you and...Elijah?" Henry faked nonchalance by giving her just a quick glance and a tiny smile.

"Nothing." Kat didn't even look at him. Instead she watched the dancing crowd in front of the stage.

"I see." Henry tried to shrug it off and took another sip of his beer. He knew he shouldn't drink so much but it helped him to loosen up. 

"Do you really think it's good for you to drink so much when you're still on your meds?"

Henry wasn't surprised by her question. She had always taken care of him. She had always been his voice of reason.

"No. Actually I know it's a very bad idea."

"But you do it anyway. Some things never change." Kat turned to him, took his glass out of his hands and replaced it with her glass of coke. He accepted it with a lopsided grin and the look they shared when their hands touched for a second made his heart flutter.

"I had a fling with him last year." Kat finally explained. "We went to the same Yoga class and we started to...well...have sex. It only lasted a two months."

"Why did it end?"

"It got a little out of hand. Eli wanted more than booty calls but I didn't. I just wanted casual fucks…"

Henry looked at her with a frown. Of course she misinterpreted his expression.

"Don't you dare judge me, Cavill…" Her voice was tense.

"I don't judge you, Kat. Casual sex can be great, I know that. I'm just surprised. I mean, you used to be the romantic type…"

"Romance is dead, Henry." She tried to temper her words with a smile but he knew that look that crossed her eyes. A mixture of defiance and sadness, that indicated a topic that worried her though she wouldn't want to talk about it. "Kat…." He touched her arm and she flinched as if his hand was burning her. Kat gave Henry an apologetic smile. Shaking her head she took his hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "I'm fine." The way he looked at her -his head cocked, his gaze intense- made her skin tingle and so she quickly averted her eyes.

She constantly had to remind herself of their conversation a few days ago. She was willing to give it a try, to be friends with him again but she just wasn't able to shake off the past. And the mixed emotions she had just thinking about him weren't helpful as well. She was attracted to him more than she wanted to be and at the same time she couldn't stand being too close to him. Henry opened his mouth to say something but before he was able to do so Lydia took Kat by the hand and dragged her away. "Come on, Kat. Let's dance. I love this song."

Elijah found Kat on the dance floor after just five minutes. She seemed to be hesitant at first about dancing with him but after another five minutes she had given in and now Henry was watching them getting closer with every song, moving to the rhythm, Elijah was holding her very close, rubbing his body against hers and it looked pretty hot.

"The guy's got moves, huh?" Sam nudged Henry with a grin.

"Yeah." He couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"If you're so annoyed by him, why don't you do something about it?"

Henry looked at him with a frown. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you can go on watching them dry humping on the dancefloor with hungry eyes or you can go dance with Kat yourself."

Henry let out a snort.

"I don't think your sister wants to dance with me."

"You'll never know if you don't try."

Henry just grunted and tried to shrug it off but Sam didn't want to let him off the hook.

"Just go and dance with her."

"I don't know."

"Oh come on, Cavill. Don't be such a sissy."

"Where's the point, Sam. She hates me."

Sam shook his head. "She doesn't hate you."

"But she doesn't like me either." Henry wasn't convinced. 

"She likes you more than she dislikes you." Sam replied cryptically. "Now, come on. Go and put this prick in his place." Sam took Henry's glass and gave him a little shove. "Go." Henry stumbled forward. "Go." Sam repeated. Henry rolled his eyes. "Fine. She thinks I'm an idiot anyway. Not a problem if I make a fool of myself."

Henry made his way through the dancing crowd and when he finally stood right beside them Kat noticed him with a surprised smile. She stopped moving and Elijah gave him an angry glance. "Sorry, but I have to cut in." 

"You do?" Kat asked sarcastically. "I do. Sorry, mate." He took Kat's hand and pulled her away from Elijah.

"Fancy a dance?" He indicated a bow and gave her a wink.

Kat grinned and gave Eli an apologetic shrug before turning to Henry again.

"Why not. Show me your moves."

And so they danced. Not as sexy and close as she had danced with Mr. Ink but still. She seemed to be happy and enjoying his company and that was all Henry was asking for. He wasn't the best dancer but it felt okay after the first awkward moments and Kat even touched him from time to time. After the third uptempo song the DJ played a slow track and he pulled Kat closer. She hesitated for a brief moment but then she wrapped her arms around his neck and he held her by her waist. They swayed to the slow music, their bodies not touching but their eyes met and Henry was wondering if Kat's heart was racing as fast as his. 

Kat's heart was indeed racing. So many years ago this had been all she'd ever wished for. To dance with him to a romantic song. To feel his hands on her body. To be close to him. But those teenage dreams belonged to the past. She didn't believe in the idea of everlasting love anymore. She had given up on waiting for 'the one' a long time ago. And even if she had this tiny spark of hope for finding true love remaining in the darkest corners of her mind, it couldn't be Henry, could it? Her heart and mind screamed no. No, woman, he broke your heart. Don't get too close to him. You're going to burn your fingers. Again. He's not the one for you. But her body said yes. Go for it, woman. You're attracted to him. You've yearned for him 22 years, now get what you're craving.

Kat started to panic when Henry's gaze got more and more intense. She felt like drowning in his ocean blue eyes and burning up in his body heat at the same time. She knew that warm, fluttery feeling in her belly that was caused by his smile and his touch too well and she wouldn't let this happen again. He might have tricked her once but she wouldn't let him trick her twice. No fucking way.

Kat let go of his neck and took a step back and he knew their dance was over. Elijah gladly took over again and all Henry could do was to quit the field. 

****

When Kat came home the next morning she found Sam in the kitchen making scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Morning. That smells heavenly."

"Morning. Will be done in a minute if you want some."

"I'd love to. I'm starving."

Sam turned around with a smirk.

"Really? No morning-after-breakfast at Elijah's?"

Kat rolled her eyes. "I didn't want to stay any longer, it just makes things awkward."

"I see. Is this going to be a regular thing again? You and your toyboy?"

"No." Kat shook her head. "Definitely not. Where are Lydia and Henry?"

"Lydia has a bad hangover and Henry….well, I guess he's still asleep. He didn't feel well last night." Sam turned around and gave his sister a plate filled with eggs, bacon and a bagel. Kat looked at him with a frown. "How's that? He was fine when I left. Did he drink too much?"

"No, no, he just had water after you scolded him for drinking." Sam winked at her with a grin. Getting serious he sat down and looked at her. "He had some kind of panic attack. Just freaked out…"

"God, Sam. That's awful. What happened?" Kat looked at her brother with a stunned expression on her face.

"I don't really know. It began with some people that recognized him. He took photos with them, it didn't seem to be a problem but then more and more fans came and surrounded him and he did his best to be nice and fulfill all their requests, he signed shirts and took selfies, one girl wanted his signature on her bra, it was crazy and soon got out of hand. I could see the panic in his eyes although he did his best to hide it. He was so polite and kind although a drunk guy, I guess the boyfriend of one of his fans, started to insult him. But at some point his face turned so pale and his hands started to shake, I was afraid he was about to pass out."

"Oh my god." Kat was really worried, Sam could easily tell by the deep frown and the knitted brows. "What did you do?"

"I got him out of there. Lydia calmed down the remaining fans and told them he had the flu or something and we went home."

"What did Henry say? Was it his first panic attack?"

"He didn't say much, didn't really want to talk about it. He went straight to bed. It was horrible, Kat."

"Shit."

"Yeah. I thought I'd bring him breakfast later. Or maybe you want to do it?"

Sam looked at Kat while he was eating a piece of bacon.

"I don't know, Sam."

"He trusts you, Kat."

"You are his friend."

"I'm his mate, that's a difference."

"No, it's quibble. You and him are closer than me and him. Whatever you call it." Kat arched an eyebrow and gave her brother an annoyed glance.

"Oh, come on,you know how it is, Kat. Guys don't talk about emotional stuff like this…"

"Maybe I don't want to talk about emotional stuff with him either."

Sam gave her a knowing look. "Are you afraid you're gonna fall for him again?"

Kat blinked repeatedly, speechless for a moment.

"What are you talking about?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Sam leaned back in his chair. "Look, Kat, I know I was busy with my own love life at school but I wasn't completely blind. I know you were in love with Henry. You always denied it but it was obvious to me. I knew you were lying when you said he's just a friend to you and I know that your friendship ended out of the blue when Hen and Poppy became a thing. So it's not so hard to draw the conclusion that he broke your heart and that you're afraid that history is going to repeat itself."

Kat chewed on her bottom lip but she didn't say a word. She just shrugged and pulled off pieces of her bagel absent minded.

"I think he needs you, Kat. He needs what the two of you had at school. That deep, unconditional kind of friendship. I can't give him that, we're not close enough, but you can."

She looked at Sam with a frown.

"I'm not so sure. It's not that easy. What we had back then is gone."

"I'm sure it's not. It's just buried under your past. You can dig it out."

Kat closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose with a deep sigh. "I'm not a therapist."

"Good, because he has a therapist. What he doesn't have is someone who knows him like you do. Someone he can trust."

"Alright. I'll do it. I'm gonna bring him his breakfast and see if he wants to talk but I'm going to blame you if this ends in disaster."

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tbc

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[hot-wiings]

The One Where Father!Keigo Dresses Up As Santa.

Edited: 12-6-2020

You huffed as you watched the clock on the wall. Each minute that passed turned into an hour, and with each passing hour, you found yourself growing even more frustrated and upset. Keigo was supposed to take the week off on holiday, but he had to go out for an emergency. You knew your husband's occupation as a hero meant sometimes he'd be busy. As a Todoroki you knew this better than anyone, but it still hurt when he was absent. You were fine with Keigo leaving for an hour or two, but an 'hour or two' turned into the entire morning, which turned into the afternoon, and now it was already nine in the evening on Christmas eve.

The media wasn't even covering whatever emergency he handling which only infuriated you more.

Keigo promised to be here for the holidays, here for you and your daughter but he wasn't. It was important for him to be present for your daughter, she was at the age where she still believed in the magic of Santa, and old enough to look back and remember it once she was older. These were the important years. These were the important, fundamental years for a child, but her father wasn't even here, instead it was just you and your younger siblings, Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shouto.

"Mommy! When is daddy gonna be home? Aunt Fuyumi said we have to be asleep for Santa to come. If daddy comes home and he's awake Santa won't come!"

"Oh, little bird, daddy's gonna be home soon, and I'll make him put on his pajamas and we'll all go to sleep as soon as Aunt Fuyumi and Uncle Shouto leave, okay?"

"Okay... But he better be here soon or I hope Santa gives him coal."

You chuckled at your daughter. The little out she gave you was adorable. With her lip jutting out and her arms crossed you could certainly tell she got her pouting genes from her father.

"If he's not home by the end of the hour I'll personally see to it that Santa gives him some coal."

A knock on the door broke you and your daughter away from each other. She flew to the door like a fly to light, a trait passed down through courtesy of her father. You followed after her so you could answer the door, stranger danger was something you were currently big on with her. She knew she wasn't allowed to open the door alone, even if she thought it was her father. You unlatched the door and opened it expecting your husband, but it wasn't. Instead, you came face to face with your younger brother Natsuo in a Santa suit.

"S-Santa?"

Your daughter shyly hid behind your legs as she peered up at the man before her. With his white hair and fake beard, your brother was a convincing fake Santa. You mouthed a quick thank you to your brother before kneeling to talk to your daughter.

"[D/N] it's Santa!"

"But Santa doesn't come until we're asleep, Aunt Fuyumi said so."

"Well, I make exceptions for the very good little girls. I needed to stop to let my deer use the bathroom, so I figured why not visit the Takami household and let little [D/N] open one gift early."

Your daughter gasped, looked up at you and tugged on your dress with a wide smile on her face.

"Mommy, can I open a present from Santa?"

"Of course baby! Why don't you go take him to the tree and I'll bring him some cookies we made. But only one before bed, okay?"

You chuckled as watched your daughter grasp Natsuo's hand tightly and pull him further in the house. You shut the door and locked it to preserve the heat before going to the fridge to pull out some milk and cookies. It wasn't long before you heard the sound of keys jangling, with milk and cookies forgotten you made your way to the door, unlocked it, and swung it open.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up."

"Baby..."

Keigo gave you a sheepish expression as he made his way inside the house. He kicked off his snowy shoes and placed them by the door before turning to you. He knew you were mad, furious even. He knew he should've told them he couldn't come out, he should've said he needed to be with his family, but he didn't.

"I know you're angry."

"What gave it away?"

"I shouldn't have gone out on Christmas, but I'm a hero, and that's what heroes do."

"I know that Keigo, I know that, you know who doesn't? Our seven-year-old daughter. You wanna know who's been asking where you were all night? Our daughter."

Keigo let out a ragged sigh as he made way to the bedroom. You hadn't even noticed he had a plastic bag in his hand until he set it on the bed and started to pull clothes out of it.

"If you think gifts are gonna make up for the absence, think again. I know firsthand that means shit, besides, Santa's supposed to come tonight."

"You think I'm that simple-minded?"

Keigo turned to you with a shit-eating grin as he held the material from the bag up to his body. Red with white linings, it was a Santa suit, and you were sure there was a beard and hat still in the bag.

"The absence of her father is going to be meaningless once Santa shows up."

You chuckled as you looked at your husband. This was his grand idea? Show up as Santa and everything will be fine. While it might've been a good idea, your daughter could never pass her father off as Santa, she saw him every morning, every night. Besides that fact, Natsou was already out being a believable Santa.

Then again, the idea of Keigo going out in a Santa suit when Santa was already here amused you. You could already feel your anger dissipating.

"How are you gonna pull that one off? Last I checked, Santa didn't have wings."

Keigo turned around and scrambled his hands into the bag searching for something. Finally, with said item in hand, he turned around and waved it in front of you.

"I got a harness. I use it when I go undercover, it helps conceal my wings."

Keigo began to strip himself and then he pulled on the Santa suit. Before he got to the top he slipped the harness on. It had two straps on each side meant to go under the arms and wrap around his wings. Keigo put his arms over it and tried reaching behind to pull it through the loop and tie the ends together but he couldn't reach. Usually, he had his sidekick do this.

"Can you help tighten it? I can't reach."

"Oh, how the turn tables have turned."

"Just help me, I promise I'll never tease you for your height again."

"That's a lie, and we both know it."

You huffed, but never the less grabbed onto the harness and pulled the lines over his wings. You pulled the right tie through the metal loop on the left and pulled tight.

"Damn baby, could you be any tighter? Might have to bring my harness home more often."

"Don't make me put you on the naughty list."

Keigo chuckled as you tied off the harness and handed him his coat. He buttoned himself up and put the fake beard on before turning to face you.

"How do I look?"

"Like you're too skinny."

"Hey now, don't body shame Santa. I could put you on the naughty list."

Keigo walked out into the entertainment room where you had the tree put up to find his daughter. He could just imagine the look of surprise and happiness on her face when she saw Santa.

"Ho-ho-ho, Santa is here!"

Upon seeing him, Keigo's daughter was anything but happy. She was rather upset that her father dared to claim he was Santa, not when the real Santa was behind her.

"Daddy! What are you doing?"

"I'm not your father, I'm Santa!"

"Daddy, Santa is behind me, he's gonna put you on the naughty list."

It was then that he noticed Natsuo in a Santa costume behind her. Your daughter ran up to Keigo so he knelt down to her height to talk to her. She grabbed into his shirt tightly and urgently.

"Identify theft is bad daddy, Santa will throw you in jail."

"What? No."

"Lucky for you, I've spent the evening with Santa. I'm going to give you a once in a lifetime opera- opporatunity- chance. A once in a lifetime chance."

Keigo's daughter leaned into him and whispered quickly in his ear.

"I hope you're a good liar, in exchanged for you sneaking cookies past mom, I'll tell Santa you were forced to do it by the Grinch."

"Kid, I like the way you think, peanut butter or sugar cookie?"

"Sugar cookie."

His daughter broke away from him and ran up to Natsuo, or rather Santa Claus. She threw her arm into her head dramatically, like she was in a soap opera.

"Santa, oh Santa. The evil Grinch is back at it again! He forced my daddy to put on a suit and steal your identity. Please don't send him to jail! Or worse! The naughty list."

Natsuo gave his best hearty chuckle that he imagined Santa would give. Honestly, he just did his best to mimic All Might.

"That Grinch sure is a scoundrel! I'll let your father off the hook this time, but next time he better watch out, and he better not cry."

Keigo stood up and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around you and let his head rest on your shoulder which you gladly accepted.

"You set me up."

"Maybe... But hey, at least you're off my naughty list."

Keigo might be absent from time to time, and you might get angry at him for it, but he always came back. He made you happy, he made you and [D/N] happy and secure. In the end, that was what mattered.

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[heresathreebee]

No Touching

[Ava Starr x Female!Reader]

Summary: Friend dates with Ava always brighten your day (and night). Tonight is more enlightening than brightening, though… 

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Word count: 1.7 words

Warning(s): 14+ | angst, gay panic, dolls, 1 (one) racist antique, Steven Segal movie, chronic pain, tears.

AN: No actually I didn't bother to edit this, not doing that anymore, I think too much as it is. As always, I write with a black reader in mind but feel free to read even if you aren't. 🖤

You are eighty percent sure that you and Ava are dating.

85%... 78%... 81.5% sure.

It would probably be best if you cleared that up (but be cool about it though). You've started seeing each other more and more, and on purpose no less. Never a dull conversation, she's reluctant to share some of her life story but she's eager to know everything about you and you're more than happy to indulge. It's not like you know nothing about her; you just don't know the specifics of her past. 

Her parents died when she was young, she's ex-military (you think?), and she just came off of a huge life change and is getting used to what she calls 'real life.' You figure out she's a bit of a shut in and hates crowds, so you go out of your way to show her quiet places and introduce her to things she's never tried before. The bowl by your front door where you put your keys has 20 or 30 marbles from ramune bottles in it. You can't seem to ring her secret out of her, she just gives you this cryptic knowing smile and laughs at your attempts to sweet talk or annoy it out of her. 

You feel so close, growing closer still, she's quickly become the best part of your week, and you catch yourself thinking about her even when she's not with you. But you've never held hands. Hell, you've never even so much as brushed shoulders with her by accident. If you're dating, shouldn't you at least hug her goodbye? Is she even able to be into you like that?? 

You try not to let the panic set in as you stand outside of the antiques mall. You told her you liked old things and promised to show her your favorite pastime. God, how do you go about this? Should you just flirt with her and see how she reacts? Also how does one flirt? What if you’re fucking up and she really just wants to be friends? God knows you could use some friends right now. 

When she does appear, you do nothing. You continue to act relaxed and enjoy her presence, promising yourself you’ll ask about it afterwards. Ava’s wearing that grey jacket again made of a thin sports fabric and you make a mental note it might rain today. 

“Ava,” you stage whisper, waving her out of the jewelry section by the front desk and into the maze of vintage old clothes and furniture. “Back here, to the left.” 

Deep deep deep in a corner of the massive store, Ava stops dead in her tracks (you run into her but back away quickly) and stares. 

“This... is…” Ava covers her mouth with her hands to hold her laughter in, “ghastly.” 

The shelf is wide, with dark wood trimming and protective glass. The lights are almost fluorescent as they illuminate dozens of humanoid dolls. Some are cute, but some are also creepy, unnerving, down right scary. 

You point at the one with the Jonbenet Ramsey likeness and deep cracks in her porcelain face. It was overly large compared to the rest, having to have stuffed legs crossed like a sitting child. "I think I fear that one the most." 

You felt Ava shiver and didn't even realize you were standing that close. Her eyes darted from face to face, taking in every terrible and wonderful detail of them. You smelled coconut in her hair and tried to distance yourself a bit, missing the conversation. "Huh?" 

"I said they're haunted, aren't they?" 

"That one definitely is." You look over the other dolls. "I don't know, I think the rest are kinda cute. 'Cept that one: that one can fuck off straight to hell." 

Down on the second shelf where the light began to struggle in reach belied an offensive porcelain joke. The decoration portrayed an over animated child at play, with oil black skin, fat red lips, and bulbous eyes. This child was dressed in white rags and sucking on a wedge of fruit. Guess which one. Fucking guess, I dare you. 

"It's not even a fucking doll," Ava grumbled. "Why is it here?" 

You leaned in to whisper, "someday, I'm gonna buy that thing just to fucking smash it on the pavement." 

"Oh, what a lovely sound it would make." 

You hum. "I'm not gonna give nobody money for that trash. Can't steal it either, we'd never make it to the door." 

Ava looked over her shoulder with a cheeky smile. "We?" 

You simply tilt your head at her, and she huffs out a laugh. She nodded as if agreeing with you, then drifted away from the case like a wary woman. You toured through the rest of the store like a treasure trove of other people's memories, war memorabilia, ancient brand merchandise (why would anyone want a life size green m&m in their house? Who is this for?), and paintings from the dadeism era by unpopular artists. You ate lunch at the vendor shops in downtown and retired to your place for a movie. 

You must have fallen asleep at the beginning but you came to during some big shootout between Steven Segal and generic Latino drug dealer #7 when you accidentally dropped your hand into Ava's lap. Quickly, Ava withdrawals, thrusting herself to the other side of the couch as if in disgust. Your head jerks up in hurt and confusion, you hadn't even felt anything except a light tingling. You could barely hear the tv audio over the sound of blood rushing in your ears. 

"You can't touch me," Ava spat. "You just can't. Ever. Please…" 

"I'm sorry. Ava, I– I am so, so sorry I didn't mean to–" 

"It's not your fault and you didn't know," she mumbled and faltered, "it's just… you can't." 

You feel tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you try to swallow. "I'm sorry. Really. It won't happen again." 

Ava looked up at you guiltily and sighed. She folded her legs and eased herself off of the couch arm rest, hands tucked into her lap and unable to meet your eyes anymore. 

"It's not what you think it is," she explained. "I… I have a condition of sorts. And it… it hurts.” 

Her words put a hold on the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Like a… skin condition? Or nerves or something?” 

Ava nodded quickly. “Yes. yes, like a nerves thing. My um, my nervous system. It's chronic."

“Oh Ava,” you cover your heart with a breathy sigh, “of course! I wish I’d known I would have never–” 

“It’s not something I like to talk about.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m really glad you understand. Sorry I freaked out, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything.” 

You tried to blow a raspberry. “It’s whatever, didn’t hurt my feelings.” 

Yeah, you could hear the weakness of the lie, too. Still, Ava went and parked herself on the couch exactly where she was before– close but not too close. Warm but not quite touching. You were ready to let it slide and go right back to pretending to watch the movie when– 

“So what’s going on between us exactly? I like girls– I like you– and I don’t mean just in a friend sort of way– is it maybe sorta possible you might feel the same way about me?” 

Who said that? You? Honestly you’re feeling a little dizzy as you try and stare a hole in the tv screen. And Ava? Well at least she didn’t hold you in suspense for too long. She chuckled– and god you had to look. You had to know if she was laughing at you or with you. Your eyes snapped to her completely unmocking face. 

She blinked at you, bit her lip even. “Yes, I am.. Capable of liking girls. Might prefer them actually. And I definitely like you in a more-than-a-friend sort of way.” 

It takes a second to sink in. OK, it takes a hot minute to sink in. Like the movie ended and you walked Ava home and you slept in until 10 am and made omelettes for breakfast at noon and laid down on your floor staring at the ceiling until sundown. Yeah that kind of hot minute. And your lips curled into a soft smile because you had a girlfriend and she liked girls and you could not be happier than you are right now. 

~

Ava asked you to meet her on the corner by the antiques mall that night. You don’t know how but she got her grubby, thieving little mitts on that disgusting tar baby doll from the haunted doll shelf. You made her swear up and down she didn’t pay real money for it, then nearly pulled out your hair when you realized it meant she definitely stole it and– 

"How the ffffUCK do you just DO that?!" 

"Slight of hand," she mused. 

Fuck, and she was a geek. Yeah, you're definitely in love. She pushes the ugly thing into your hands and despite being cold porcelain it feels like it's burning. 

"Do the honors." 

There's no build up. No ceremony. You don't want to drag this out anymore. You take a swinging leap and spike that shit and watch it shatter into a hundred pieces with the most glorious sound you'll ever hear. You land in slow motion, already replaying the image of thick glass pieces cracking on the indigo pavement. You stand over your mess, triumphant. 

The quiet of the night time street drifts back to you, as does Ava. "I'll be honest I expected a big speech." 

You shrug. "I've been waiting too long to do that. Thank you, Ava. I mean it." 

"Oh believe me it was my pleasure." Ava swaggers closer to you and if you didnt know better you'd think she was going in for a kiss. "Tonight, the tar baby. Tomorrow, the world." 

You resist the urge to clap her on her shoulders and throw your hands in the air instead. "Sounds like a date!" 

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#ava starr #ava starr x female reader #i have no excuse i just think she's neat #three bees writing #angst #antman and the wasp #marvel ghost

[tyunniverse]

TXT x DISNEY Halloween Shorts 🎃 (1/5)

pairing: ot5 x reader

genre: fluff, college au

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: there's a halloween event at your uni and a few students are in the mood for misfit.

yeonjun | soobin | beomgyu | taehyun | hueningkai

YEONJUN | Tangled (1.8k)

A cloud of dust flurries around the room the moment you set one of the boxes down the floor, making you sneeze. You half expected the theatre storage room to be cleaner this time of the year due to the frequent visits and rummaging of the other students, but that sadly wasn't the case.

Your class was one of the few that had a small reenactment planned for tonight's event and you were doing Tangled. Your class president's request to gather the props and costumes needed for tonight was no match for the excitement you felt when you'd been granted to play the role of your favorite character, Rapunzel. You just didn't expect the place to look like it hadn't been cared for in years, and the props and costumes to be as heavy as they are. A little help would be nice right now.

The door creaks and you quickly turn around, sighing in relief when you saw the the chair still pressed against the old door . Your class president had warned you about the door's broken knob. The thing can only be opened from the outside, and once you get shut in, you can only hope for someone to notice and get you out. Unless, of course, you're willing to face the consequences for breaking school property.

You exercised a little caution upon entering earlier, blocking the door from accidentally closing. You check the time on the clock. The play was going to start in an hour or so and luckily you were already in costume, so that's one less problem. All you needed to do now was gather the last box of costumes and you were out. The box was placed at the far end of the room so you make your way there, carefully maneuvering around the dusty cabinets and compartments as to not soil your costume.

Another creak echoes in the room and you paid it no mind, crouching down to check the contents of each box. The chair you placed there was pretty heavy, and it'd take more than the wind to push it away. You continue to check the boxes until you hear another creak and the sound of the door slamming shut.

You frantically stood up and felt the life of you being drained out as you see the door closely shut and a familiar pink hair sticking out from the other side of the cabinets.

"Oof, the winds sure are strong this time of year." You hear the person chuckle to himself and you knew all too well who it was.

You scramble your way towards the front, fuming. "Yeonjun, what the fuck?!"

"Holy—" Yeonjun jumps, clutching his chest. "Y/N?! What the hell was that for?! You scared me." He huffs, trying to calm himself down.

You glare up at him. "Do you even know what you just did?!"

Yeonjun sighs, holding his arms up. "Yes, I know, I know. I shouldn't have entered the storage room, but listen—"

"No, you listen. Do you seriously not know what you just did?" You snap.

Yeonjun gives you a confused look. "Huh? You're not talking abour me coming inside the storage room?" He cocks his head to the side when you don't answer. Poor guy felt like he was in the middle of an interrogation. He was starting to feel uncomfortable with how pissed you looked so he turns toward the door. "Look, if you're not gonna answer me then I'll just come back when you're done and—"

"Oh." Yeonjun tries twisting the doorknob again. "Haha, is this thing broken?" He laughs it off, now facing you. "You have a key right?"

Silence.

"If the key works then I wouldn't be mad right now, Yeonjun." You tell him and the gears in his mind finally click. He just locked you both in.

An idea lights up in his head and he starts searching through his pockets. "Wait, I think I have my phone with— wait, wait— yeah, no." He chuckles nervously, eyes slowly meeting yours. "You don't happen to have your phone, do you?"

"Yeah, well that's exactly why I'm here." Yeonjun sits down on top one of the boxes. "I have to dress up as the Beast and hand out flyers later but it's at the same time as Kai's performance and you know I wouldn't miss it for the world. Plus, he threatened me if I don't show up, so I got someone to switch with me."

You raise a brow, crossing your arms. "That doesn't explain why you're here though."

"Rapunzel didn't exactly have any pockets in her outfit, Yeonjun." You give your costume a quick patting. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought your department was doing this whole Beauty and the Beast themed buffet."

"I'm getting there." Yeonjun winks or at least tries to. "We have a lot of time anyway."

"Speak for yourself." You throw a dusty old rag at him and he coughs after it hits his face. "Our play starts in an hour and I have to get these costumes to them in 10 minutes. And now we're both stuck here because of you."

"Alright, I'll cut to the chase! Let's make a deal."

You throw another rag at him and he catches it, throwing it to the ground. You huff, "You're not exactly in the position to make deals, Yeonjun. You got us into this mess."

"Well, you're not in the position to decline either since we're both stuck here." Yeonjun smirks, standing up. "Look, one of my seniors is in charge of handing us our costumes and he won't be arriving for another hour. I have to get the costume myself so I can hand it to my substitute but I can't do that when my senior's keeping an eye on me. So here's the thing," He walks over to the Beast's costume that was hung up along with a few others. "You let me take this costume and swear you won't tell anyone about it. If someone from the theatre approaches you later asking about the costume, you say you don't know anything. In return, I'll get us out of here ASAP."

You stare back at him in annoyance. As much as you'd like to rat on him as usual, you were one of Kai's closest friends and unfortunately, Yeonjun was also a friend of his, hence why you knew each other. Kai at least needed one of his friends to be there for his performance and it certainly wouldn't be you. He had told you after you'd been chosen as Rapunzel and you both understood that you had your own things going on at the same time so it's fine. You still planned on making it until his last song though.

"Fine. I'm only doing this for Kai and the fact that I'm desperate to get out of here." You agree to the compromise and Yeonjun grins. "But the moment I'll get in trouble for being caught lying, you don't even wanna imagine what I'll do to you."

"Works for me." Yeonjun reaches out his hand and you two shake on it. "Now, I'm gonna need your wig."

"What? No." Your hands instinctively rope in Rapunzel's long ass wig. "It took me nearly 30 minutes to prepare this."

"Fine, then you'll have to do it yourself." Yeonjun walks over to the small window placed up high on the wall. "There's a lot of people down there but I doubt they'll hear us screaming from the third floor. Instead," He grins, pointing at your wig. "You're gonna stick your arm out with the wig and twirl it around to get their attention."

His idea was the dumbest thing you'd heard that day but it actually might be dumb enough to work. You were pretty desperate already. What's a little wig sacrifice? "Fine." You sigh, approaching him. "Hand me the chair."

"Can't." Yeonjun shakes his head. "I moved it outside."

You frown. "How am I supposed to get up there, then? None of these boxes can hold my weight."

Yeonjun chuckles as he opens his arms. "Don't worry, I'll hold you up."

Your feel your face heat up at his suggestion. The room suddenly felt a bit stuffier than it had been a moment ago and you wish you didn't have to be in this situation. "Be careful with the dress."

"Sure, sure." Yeonjun coos, moving in closer to scoop you up.

The two of you struggle for a while to balance yourselves. Yeonjun had his arms wrapped around your legs as he hoisted you up, and you quickly gather the rest of your wig and toss the length through the window.

"Start twirling it around!"

You do as he says and starts twirling the wig around like a madman.

"Start screaming! HEE— ah wait, HEEELP!!"

You giggle when his voice cracked in the middle. "HELP!!"

A crowd gathers on the ground, marvelling at the sight of a spinning wig from the third floor. A few students heard your screams and sent someone up there to rescue you. Luckily, it wasn't the senior that Yeonjun had told you about so she left the two of you to sort things out on your own after opening the door. It still baffles you how his plan even worked to begin.

The clock catches your attention, reminding you of your tight deadline. You quickly gather the boxes of props and costumes you'd prepared earlier and made a quick stop at where Yeonjun was. "I have to go." You tell him.

"Yeah, me too." Yeonjun flashes you a smile but the duffle bag he was holding doesn't go unnoticed. He follows your line of sight and chuckles when he sees you were staring at the bag. "A deal's a deal. Don't worry too much about it, we won't get caught." He attempts another wink, and this time it actually works.

"Bye then." You nod, not wanting to waste anymore time.

"Wait!" Yeonjun holds on to your wrist and you turn around, meeting his gaze. "Good luck."

"Yeah, we both know that's not what you want to say." You grin.

"You're gonna try to show up later right?" Yeonjun smirks. "I'll save you a seat next to me."

#txt imagines #txt fanfic #txt x reader #txt halloween #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun scenarios

[horrorstoryfanfics]

Summer To Remember: Part Four

So I haven’t updated in a while because I’ve been editing this part for the last week or so. I’m really embarrassed at my inability to write smut. So I kept erasing and rewriting and just doing that cycle. I hope you guys enjoy this though. Also sorry about the fact that my mind is FILTHY. I’m also sorry for making you guys wait so long ! 

WARNING: This chapter contains filthy, ungodly smut. And a slight daddy kink.

Previous

I woke up to the feeling of Montana shaking me awake, my eyes barely opening before I shot up. "Hey, we gotta go take our showers before morning prayer," She mocked with clapped hands as she grabbed her stuff.

I stretched as I got up and grabbed all my necessities, "Thanks for waking me, I thought I set and alarm."

She winked over at me, "Ain't a thing babe."

We all finished picking out our clothes and started walking over to the shower together.

"So what's going on with you and Xavier?" Montana wiggled her eyebrows while she set everything on the bench.

I grabbed my toiletries out of my bag and looked over, "Pretty much the same thing as you  and Trevor except the sexual tension isn't cranked to a 12." I gently pushed her shoulder as I started stripping.

Brooke looked over at us anxiously, "Uhm guys...there's no privacy."

Montana smiled while rolling her eyes, "Brooke, you're acting like I haven't seen your bod before." She tossed her shirt over her head onto the ground.

I looked between them both about to say something before Brooke's beet red face said, "Yeah but that was at the gym!"

"And this is at Camp, Brooke take a chill pill. I'm not going to judge you or check you out or anything," I stated, attempting to make her feel a little bit better about the situation.

Eventually we all were showering and kept our eyes at eye length before Montana looked me up and down, "Xavier's in for a treat."

I splashed some water at her before laughing.

"And so are you," She paused, "His bod is rockin'."

I cocked an eyebrow questioningly. Wondering if they had been a thing before.

"We did it a couple of times when we first became friends," She waved her hand, "We both soon found out it was better for us to just be friends without the benefits."

I nodded, listening as she went on. "He's packed. Gives Trevor a run for his money."

Mine and Brooke's mouths dropped. Trevor was something, to say the least. So anyone coming close must be gifted as well.

"He'd kill me for telling you this but he has a major Daddy kink."

My eyes bulged, "Why are you telling me?" the heat rose to my face as my mind started to be really crafty.

Montana shrugged nonchalantly, "I see the way you've been eye-fucking," She came up beside me and rubbed her shoulders against mine, "I'm just trying to make it more fun for the both of you."

I wasn't expecting all this info but it definitely was going to be fun to use to mess with him.

After we showered, got dressed, and made ourselves look presentable we all met at the front of Camp in a giant circle.

I couldn't help but gawk at Xavier who was in some very short shorts. His toned thighs just out in the open. My mouth almost salivating at how good he looked.

"Alright, now that we're all here let's join hands." Mom said. I reached my hands out, grabbing Montana and Ray's. I bowed my head and drowned out her religious words as my mind raced to other things. I'll have to thank Montana later for the mental images.

When we were done we all dropped our hands and Trevor stepped into the middle. "Now, since I'm the activities director I've made a list of what everyone will be doing today." He clutched a clipboard tightly as he scanned over it, "Ray and Brooke you're cleaning the kids cabins, Y/n and Xavier you're helping Bertie in the kitchen, Chet you're helping Margaret, and Montana," He shot her a wink, "You're helping me check the canoes. Everyone got it?" We all nodded, "Alright good, let's go."

We all broke off into our pairs and made our way to our respected areas. Chet feeling like he got the short end of the stick again as he sulked away.

"How'd I get so lucky?" Xavier cooed beside me holding his hands behind his back as we walked.

I smirked, "I feel like you're going to be asking yourself that all summer."

He pursed his lips into an "Oh" and followed me into the kitchen. Bertie wasn't around at the moment so I sat down on a stool and waited, looking over to Xavier.

He put his hands on his hips and leaned on the counter top across from me, "Now I don't want you two fighting over me. Keep it civil." He tried to be serious but I could see the smirk creeping up in the corners of his mouth.

I rolled my eyes playfully, "No promises....daddy." I whispered the last word and Xavier jumped up quickly about to say something when Bertie came in.

"Ah," She dropped a box onto the table, "My favorite girl and my new boy toy." She sent Xavier a wicked grin.

I laughed lightly, "Hey Bertie, what do you want us to do?"

She chuckled deeply,"I know a lot of things he could do." She looked over to him, checking him out from head to toe, "But it ain't got to do with the kitchen."

Xavier's face twisted, you could see the regret of him ever making that joke. I decided to save him, knowing that she could go on all day.

"Ooohkay Bertie, let's stop before he passes out," I laughed lightly as I raised my hands, motioning for her to calm down. Even though it was funny to see him so embarrassed.

She just shrugged it off, "Well, you guys can sort through the pantry, clean the dining hall, and make sure that the appliances are clean."

"And what're you going to do?" His arms were crossed and his lip was turned into a sneer. He didn't know her like I did, she was best at giving orders. Only doing work when she was the last resort.

She threw her hands out and looked around, "I'm going to supervise." Xavier rolled his eyes. "But before I do I'm going to go smoke, you two get started." She pinched his elbow, causing him to flinch before she headed outside.

I sighed and went into the closet, pulling out all of the cleaning supplies we would need. I had a feeling Bertie's smoke break would last longer than it should. In one hand I held the broom and in the other I held up a rag, "Okay," I raised them into the air, "Pick your poison."

He huffed as he snatched the broom out of my hand, leaning down to pick up the dustpan. I started filling a bucket with soap and water as I let the rag soak in it, eventually carrying it out into the main part of the dining hall.

Plopping the bucket down on the bench as I started to ring out the cloth, bringing it over the table I looked up to see Xavier sweeping. He was sort of dancing while he moved with the broom. He looked so in his element. I couldn't stop the corners of my mouth from turning up as I let out a little giggle.

He stopped immediately and turned around, gripping the end of the broom and sticking his knee out, "I'll have you know I'm one of the best aerobics instructors in all of  L.A. You shouldn't make fun of me." He huffed as he turned his nose up.

I rinsed out the rag into the bucket, "I wasn't making fun," I looked back up and met his eyes,"I was admiring." I took the bucket and moved onto the next table, accidentally sloshing some water onto the floor.

"So that's what you do when you're not being a counselor?" I raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued.

He continued to sweep around the table I was working on, "Yeah...but what I'm really trying to do is become an actor."He turned to the side showing his crisp jawline into the air. His eyes had a light twinkle at the mention of his dream. "I trained at Stella Adler," He said boastfully.

I thought about him on the big screen. It fit. He was destined for more than just a minimum wage instructor. His face and fashion screamed star.

I pursed my lips, impressed. "You could definitely do it, make it big. Thousands of girls fawning over you." I said as I finished another table and moved onto another.

He dragged the broom as he got closer only stopping to put his knee on the other side of the bench and leaned across the table, only centimeters away from me. "Yeah, but all that matters is the one girl that I want." Even though no one else was around it was said with a hushed tone, making sure that only I could hear it.

It made my heart flutter quickly, for the first time I was at a loss for words as I just dropped the damp cloth into the bucket and moved on. He smiled to himself as he ran his tongue quickly over his lips. He continued to move with me and sweep where I was.

"What about you? What do you do?" He wanted to know more, the mysteriousness of you almost swallowing him whole. You weren't anything like your mother so he wanted to know you, all of you.

"Well," I started, dragging the cloth over yet another table, "I work at Blockbuster for the time being, our love of movies is the same," He quirked an eyebrow at my comment, "Except I don't really have any dreams or a set plan of anything." I sighed and brought my eyes to watch the cloth glide across the table, "My whole life I was told to do something, to have a set career, doctor, lawyer, housewife. But none of those are me....so I'm just testing the waters, just enjoying being free." I nervously looked back up at him I felt like I shared too much and that maybe he would be turned off to the idea of me now since I don't have a set course.

Instead his eyes were glistening. "Righteous," He whispered. Little did you know he was amazed, amazed at how cool you were. He didn't know everything that you went through but he could tell there was some unknown pain in your eyes. He wanted to accept it, accept you, all of you. He was feeling things he didn't really think he could feel anymore.

The door creaked open as Bertie finally came back, "Well it ain't looking too bad in here." She walked around admiring what little we had done. "I'm gonna start in the pantry." She walked back to the backroom as I moved to another table.

Xavier came and sat where I was working he set the broom down and just lounged casually. "Hey!" I exclaimed, "If we don't finish we'll never get out of here."

His bright blue eyes looked up at me, piercing right into my heart. "Well that's not such a bad thing, I could be stuck with you anywhere baby." Elbow rested on the table as his hand held up his chin lazily.

I stopped and looked over at him with a grin I couldn't keep at bay, "Being with you is great but wouldn't you rather be somewhere more....comfortable?" I was throwing the bait out there, hoping he would bite.

His eyes widened just enough for me to see the change in them. His momentary loss of cool was gone as he leaned over and patted my hand as he stood up. "Then I'll just get back to work." He squeezed my hand before letting go and bending down to pick up the broom.

"Fuck!" He yelled, I shot up and ran around the table.

"What happened?!" he was holding his hand as he winced in pain, I carefully pulled it into my own. There was a tiny amount of blood coming from his finger.

"Splinter," He mumbled.

I pulled him along into the kitchen and patted the counter top, "Hop up." He did so as I started looking around the cabinets for the first aid kit, before finding it under the sink. I brought it beside his thigh and opened it quickly. I grabbed a couple of bandages and thankfully there was a pair of tweezers in there.

"This is gonna sting a bit," I held the tweezers in my hand as I moved between his thighs, reaching for him. He obliged and I took his finger carefully before looking at his face. His eyes were heavy and half lidded as he looked down as me, his lips pulled into a tight line.

I ignored his lustrous stare as I pinched his finger, bringing it close to my face. I brought the tweezers down and carefully pulled at the piece of wood that pierced his skin.

"Ow!!" He exclaimed. "Stop being a baby," I said as I reached over his left leg and grabbed a band-aid. I wrapped it around the little cut before bringing it up to my lips and kissing it lightly.

"There, you're all better." Without thinking I placed my hands on his thighs for support, not realizing what I had done until I saw the greedy smile plastered across his face.

I was about to pull my hands away when he cupped my face and roughly brought it to his. His lips were moving so quickly it was almost hard to keep up. My mind was reeling, not really processing that he was kissing me.

He tasted sweet and addictive. Especially when his tongue started to lick at my bottom lip. I gasped lightly as I parted my mouth, opening it up for our tongues to glide against each other. My hands moved from his thighs, up his chest, until they found their way at the end of his hair, tugging lightly at the roots. He moaned at the feeling, leaning back slightly to tilt his head to admire my puffy lips and glazed over eyes.

He smiled before he put his hands on my waist, yanking me into him. I started to impatiently  grind into his hips as he moved once again to plant wet sloppy kisses all over my lips. Smiling into the kiss and gently biting his bottom lip. Eliciting another small moan as he opened his mouth, this time I fought for entrance as my tongue circled his.

He was squeezing my hips and rocking me into him. He leaned back and a string of saliva strung between the two of us. The silver strand only breaking when he began to talk. "Baby, you're playing a dangerous game. Once I start I won't be able to stop." His eyes were darker than before as his mouth parted again. I started kissing his jawline, then down his neck.

"Who says I want you to stop?" I whispered, tickling his skin with my breath before licking a thin stripe up to his ear, nibbling softly. His eyelids fluttered as I made my way back over to his lips.

We heard a shuffle behind us as we both pulled away and directed our eyes over to the noise.

Bertie was standing there drying off one of the plates, "Don't stop on my count." She smirked. "I'm enjoying the show." Shooting a taunting grin our way.

I laughed breathlessly as I buried my face into his neck, he gently caressed my head before pushing me back carefully and jumping down from the counter, "Come one," He intertwined my hand with his, "Let's go, I think we're done for the day." He started to lead me out of the doors, Bertie mumbling a "I don't think you guys did enough." Before we left.

Xavier was sprinting across the camp, dragging me behind him. "Come on," He laughed. I laughed with him, out of breath, as we stumbled our way up the steps to the boys cabin.

He pushed the door open while looking around making sure it was free of any of the other councilors. It was only a bit dim so he didn't even bother turning on the light. When the coast was clear he pulled me inside swiftly and closed the door, pinning me against it.

"I should've kissed you last night, I had no idea you tasted so good." He leapt back onto my lips with feverish sloppy kisses. My hands slid down his torso as I tugged at his shirt, eager to rip it off. He pulled away as I tugged the fabric over his head and threw it to the side. I took a moment to admire his chest as my hand grazed down his peck to the top of his shorts. I put my finger through the belt loop and yanked him back into me roughly.

He grunted as our lips connected, pulling me up in the air as I wrapped my legs around him. Not once breaking the heated kiss. He started to walk over to one of the beds as his grip tightened. Once we reached the bed he gently laid me on my back as he stood back.

"Are you ready?" His chest heaving from the intensity of our make out, his hands gripping the end of my shirt, waiting for my okay.  

I bit my lip and nodded quickly. His infamous smirk appeared as he quickly yanked the shirt over my head. His eyes looking over me hungrily as his hands reached around to unclasp my bra and throw it to the side. Naturally I covered myself, my heart beating quickly.

He grabbed both of my wrists softly and pulled them away, leaving me exposed. "Baby," He whispered deeply as his eyes scanned my chest before stopping on my eyes, "Don't get shy on me now." He leaned down and gave me a slow passionate kiss before he started kissing down my neck. Stopping at my collar bone and licked a circle before sucking down harshly, no doubt leaving a mark.

I gasped and threw my head back locking my fingers in his hair. After he was satisfied with the mark he traveled down to my right nipple and flicked his tongue several times before wrapping his lips around it and sucking, eventually releasing it with an obscene pop. My teeth dug into my bottom lip as I muffled the load groan erupting in my throat. His mouth was glistening with spit as he looked up at me, "Don't hold back." He kneaded my other breast, "I want to hear how loud you can get."

He reached down and tugged my pants off, whipping them away with a swift yank. All that was left was my underwear. He ripped them off, a harsh tear heard through the room. My eyes widened but I was too lost in lust to care about them now.

His middle finger felt cold against my folds, moving it up and down harshly before shoving it into my hole. I moaned out as his finger came back out. "You're soaked," He chuckled darkly. He shoved his finger in again, this time pumping ferociously. A mixture of lewd squelches and my high pitched moans filled the room as he kept going. He added another finger, deliciously stretching me out as his palm slapped against me. His other finger rubbing my nipple.

My stomach knotted quickly as I thrust my hips up to feel him deeper. He suddenly stopped and pulled out. I sat up slightly, whining at the loss of stimulation.

He chuckled deeply. "Don't worry sweetheart, you'll cum. But when you do it'll be on my tongue." He shoved his fingers into my mouth and I began sucking on them, collecting all my juices with my tongue. Groaning against his fingers as our eyes were locked. His eyes were hooded with lust and his mouth agape, a grunt making it's way to his perfect pink lips.

"You seem to like your taste," he drew his hand back slowly trailing it down my body until it landed right above where I wanted him to be. He slowly backed up and leaned down, "Now it's my turn." Eyes never leaving mine as he became level with my core. My heart accelerating at the anticipation.

A cocky smirk adorned his face before he dove forward and licked a slow agonizing stripe up my slit, a loud moan escaping me. He put his hands on my thighs to spread them further to get a better angle.He started to move his tongue quicker, working it across. He was lapping at my folds like a starved man, moving his tongue to swirl around my clit before puckering his lips and sucking hard. "Fuck!" I screamed, I felt him smile against me before he shoved his tongue into my hole.

A pornographic moan elicited from my lips as I tried to thrust into him. He began tongue fucking me heatedly, his nose brushing against my clit as he worked. "Fuck daddy.."I groaned. This made him moan into me, sending vibrations all over my core as I moaned again. Moving back up to my bud he began to suck again as he shoved two fingers inside. "X-Xavier," I groaned out choppily. I felt the twisting build up start to form in my stomach as he kept working.  

"I'm close," I reached down and intertwined my hands in his hair, tugging him closer to me as I rode his face. My core rutting into his mouth. His hands hoisted my legs over his shoulders as he dove even closer, moving quicker than before as his fingers shook against my clit. His tongue diving deeper into me.

I threw my head back and scrunched my eyes shut as I let my release wash over me. Screaming out as his tongue stilled, letting all my cum seep down onto his tongue. He lapped up all of it before pulling back up. Lips glistening with my release as he swiped his tongue across them.

"Can you go again?" He leaned over and pushed the hair out of my face, the intimate gesture making my heart swell. I tilted my head to the side as I hoisted myself up reaching over and grabbing the impressive bulge fighting against his pants. My hand rubbing back and forth, only stopping to circle my thumb around the tip.

"I need you to fuck me," I stated. His mouth was agape and his eyes were feigning to close. "Your wish is my command," His cocky smirk displayed as he leaned back on his knees and popped the button on his pants. He stood up and gripped the zipper throwing them down, underwear included. My eyes were bulging as how beautifully big his dick was. Montana wasn't lying.

I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to the edge of the bed, mouth watering at the thought of bringing him between my lips. I leaned down, about to put the tip in my mouth but before I could he gripped my hair bringing me back up to face him.

"I'd love to see you choke on my cock but I need to be inside of you. Now." He said the last word so sternly it made me shiver. He gave me a rough kiss before pushing me back down onto my back.

The bed squeaked as he sunk back onto it, crawling over top of me. He looked primal, ready to ravage me at any second. "Are you on the pill?" He asked.

"Yes," I said quickly, the thought of him fucking me raw had me clenching around nothing. "Xavier," I whined, "Please cum inside me."

He grunted lowly, grabbing the head of his cock and running it across my clit and down to the center, stopping it at my soaked entrance. My stomach tensed as he hovered there. "So worked up," He chuckled proudly, "Don't worry baby, I'm going to fuck you so good." Without warning he dove inside of me in one fluid motion, making us both cry out at the sensation of my walls clenching around him.

"S-Shit!" He yelled, "You're so fucking tight." He pulled back slowly before bottoming out entirely. Both of us moaning as he administered hard thrusts repeatedly. His hands gripping my hips so tight I expected them to snap. Mine made there way to his back as I scratched it, gripping tighter with each thrust. "Y/n..."

He lifted my hips up into the air as he roughly slammed me down onto him repeatedly, the new angle changing the feeling entirely.Our skin slapping together was echoing through the room as he dove deeper, balls deep.

He wasn't letting down as I shrieked, dropping me down roughly onto the bed and grabbing my ankles, bending my knees into my chest. This new angle was even better. He pushed my legs back as far as they could go as he spit raunchily down onto my clit, the warm liquid oozing down onto our connection sent me into a spiral. The familiar clenching in my stomach came back as I hissed, "I-I'm going to cum."

"Hold on baby, me too." His thrusts got rougher as he rammed into me, pushing my legs so far back I knew they'd be sore in the morning. "Please daddy, fill me up." I moaned again as my walls tightened against him, he hissed in pleasure as he began to get sloppy, his release finally coming. "Okay," his breathing was heavy, "cum."

I let go as I let out another lewd moan, throwing my head back into the pillows and lazily rutting into him. Nearly passing out from the intensity of my orgasm. He let out a godly grunt as he pulled me as close as possible into him. His liquid spilling inside of me.

After a couple seconds he pulled out and replaced his cock with his fingers, gathering some of the release. He smirked as he brought it up to my mouth. Without hesitation I wrapped my tongue around his digits before puckering my lips and sucking the rest off. He looked down and tsked playfully. "There's still so much." I opened my mouth to say something but was stopped by him ducking back down and slurping it up. My legs were twitching before he finally brought his head back up.

He licked his lips before leaning over my fucked out body and kissing me again. He slid his tongue across mine, the mixture of our two releases mixing to make an intoxicating formula that made me want more. Unfortunately he pulled back, dropping himself beside me on the bed.

His breath was heavy as his chest rose quickly. "Y/n...that was wicked."

We both looked over at each other just taking in the moment as we scanned over each others features. His forehead glistening with sweat and his lips parted heavenly. He scooted closer, placing his hand on my stomach as he drew light circles. "That wasn't your first time right?"

My brows furrowed, almost offended before I flipped the switch and decide to mess with him. I looked away, pretending to be nervous as I fiddled with my hands, "Actually..." I looked back over at him with big doe eyes, "It was."

His eyes popped as his head shot forward, "Oh my god really?!" He began to get nervous, "If I would've know I would've.." I brought my hand to his mouth, shutting him up as I laughed. His pretty brows scrunching together in confusion.

"No you dweeb, I've had sex before." I laughed again, moving so now we were face to face. I smiled from ear to ear, loving his expression.

"I just thought with Margaret and all.." He trailed off, looking at me with red cheeks.

I laughed, "If she had it her way then yeah, but I follow my own rules." I turned on my back and looked at the ceiling my breathing finally starting to become normal as I came down from my high.

He brought his arm to my side as he carefully brought me into him, against his chest. I could feel his heart beating. I closed my eyes and listened to the rhythm calmly. Feeling hands come up to stroke my hair gently. I felt so content and I didn't want this moment to end.

He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the sound of loud footsteps coming closer.

We looked at each other wide eyed and afraid, quickly pulling the blanket to cover both of us as he squeezed me into him tightly.

The door opened and Trevor walked in, I gasped as I hugged Xavier tighter.

He flipped the switch on, turning around and looking directly at us. "Nicce." He hummed. "You guys better get dressed," He pointed over at me, "Your Mom's looking for you. And it's almost chow time." He smiled goofily before heading back out.

"Oh god," I mumbled, hoisting myself up. I scattered looking around the room for my clothes, grabbing my bra, shirt, pants, and picking up my torn underwear. I groaned as I crumbled them up and threw them at him. "Now I've got to go commando."

He leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head. "Hey, you won't hear me complaining." I squinted at him before getting dressed. His eyes burning into my skin as he watched me the entire time.

"Hey!" I swatted his leg, "You gotta get ready too!"

He jolted up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me so I was straddling his waist. "You're distracting." Our noses were touching lightly as we smiled sweetly at each other. He plastered a kiss across my lips, one that was different than his previous lust filled smooches. This one was full of passion and was slower, savory. We both broke out into wide grins. "We gotta go handsome."

He groaned as I got up, snatching his clothes dramatically.

"Hey," I walked behind him, placing my head on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his waist, giving his shoulders and neck light kisses. "We've got all summer."

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[once-upon-a-drama]

Thoughts no one asked for about search:www part 2

One of the best things I've watched, in long time. The drama about the search engine stuff. The main leads absolutely flooring it and living life on their own terms. Bad ass women goooooo!!!!!!!

(let me make a few things clear. It's absolutely not a perfect show, it's got a few problems.)

But honestly there's two things that really stuck out to me and I'd like to adress those two things.

1) working during your 20's

Their treatment of ai ra. The girl who initially works as a barista in unicon. She's clearly talented and ta mi acknowledges that, going so far as to call the people who rejected her as fools who don't know how to recognise talent. And when she leaves unicon ta mi even takes her with her.

In the beginning we see her wearing some offbeat clothes. She isn't as stylish as scarlet or professional as ta mi. Yet she never wavers in her enthusiasm or her drive to get better and work there. Obviously meeting her idol who turns out to be trash is turning point for her.

The writers could've handled this is a number of ways. They could've ignored it and painted the man in bad light. As in it happens. He's trash. U get better dressed from on. Its the way it.. ( ta mi says this precisely. I'll get back to that later.)

They could've made her angry. Pissed that no one understands that she has no money and therefore unable to dress herself appropriately and such. Etc etc.

I feel like the fact that they made ta mi acknowledge that an industry like their's expect a certain level of, how do I put it (looking rich disguised as professionalism) is very important. It makes her take responsibility for adults her age. That they've made a culture like that. It doesn't put the onus on ai ra to be better. Ta mi says it's a culture like this. People in their 20's just starting out barely have enough money. And in fit of guilt she offers her fancy costly bag to ai ra.

She doesn't offer any sympathies or explanations. She does what she can, at that point without patronising her. Ai ra on her part doesnt get angry.

She's devastated and goes home. We see her crying. Which is such a nice thing it self. Not that she's crying. But we never see this part. Where people are just feeling helpless unable to do anything. That someone would judge her for being a particular way when they barely met her.

I'm not saying you shouldn't dress professionally or be allowed to come in absolute rags. But there's a difference. Because no body in her workplace had a problem with it. And there's far better ways of gently asking her to dress better than some random dude you've just met saying u look weird.

I found this bit so heartwarming because I've seen other shows where the person dresses up drab on their first day. It's either played of for laughs or just ignored or she's gets a makeover without actually addressing any of the underlying issues.

I can't think of a counter example. But one such example comes to mind. I've been on a suits kick lately. Here Mike is kind of poor barely scraping by. He has to pay for his grandmother and lives with his friend.

And when Harvey doesn't like his suits he just hands him his corporate card and asks him to buy some better stuff. While albeit its a nice gesture on his part it doesn't adress practically any of the underlying issues.

2)on the topic of marriage

This is in reference to a particular scene basically. I've no particular extra opinions to add but I just found it to be such a different take on the topic. Park morgan and ta mi are discussing about marriage and their reasons for doing it and not doing for the umpteenth time.

And ta mi points out that it's unfair why people who don't have to marry have to always acknowledge their reasons. They have to explain themselves repeatedly for their choice. Whilst people who want to marry aren't given such shit. (now I know the underlying reasons why this happens. Because marriage is the norm etc etc)

But it was albeit portrayed very interestingly.

#K drama #Search www #Dramas go woke!

[aelysalthea]

The Secret Lives of Neil Josten

Chapter 5: Allison's Specific Skillset

The winter banquet was a celebration of peacock strutting and puffed chests. Allison knew it, just as every other member of her team did. Even the more oblivious freshmen were aware of the foolish posturing; it was apparent by the dragging of feet and the moaning of their requisite attendance at a stadium a flight and extended bus trip away from Palmetto State.

That didn't mean that Allison didn't revel in it, though. She would damn-well make the most of it, and she'd look fucking fabulous as she did. And, if she had any say in the matter, her team would look just as on-point.

Which was why, as their motley crew ambled one by one out of the change rooms with suit and tie or fitted dresses pervading, Allison ran a calculating eye over the lot of them. Some, like the twins, weren't worth her time, for any demand wouldn't elicit anything but a glare and a potential loss of limb on her part. The freshmen, though, were easier meat, and she'd already made short work of fixing up her own sub's mess of a hairstyle and sent another pair back to the bathroom to redo their own poor attempts.

"Nicky, what the fuck?" Allison said as Nicky emerged into the hallway in a waft of cologne and colours so bright that they were surely identifiable from a satellite. Nicky, the fucker, only grinned, and Allison rolled her eyes. Another lost cause. As she turned from him in a fit of disgust, it was to see Dan and Matt wearing twin smirks like the cheeky, judge-y power couple that they were.

"I don't want to hear it," Allison said, folding her arms stoutly.

Matt held up both hands. "Hey, I'm not saying anything."

"But I am," Dan said. Her smirk became a grin. "Good to know you're picking up the slack."

Allison scowled. "I don't have a choice. I swear, it's worse this year than last."

"Except that last year you didn't bother with correcting your perceived mistakes," Renee said, coming up behind Allison and bumping her hip with her own. Allison didn't bother with running a glance over her to be sure of her refinement; Renee had more than enough class. "You didn't have as much pride in our team as you do this year. It's nice to see."

Allison clicked her tongue, tightening the fold of her arms as she turned towards Renee. Opening her mouth to reply, she paused as she caught sight of Neil and Kevin stepping from the men's change room, locked in muted conversation. Kevin was experienced enough in bathing in the spotlight to know how to dress with a modicum of decency, but Neil?

For a moment, Allison could only frown and purse her lips. Maybe she shouldn't… except that in this case, unlike with the monsters, maybe she could.

Snapping on a heel, Allison strode towards them and, before they'd more than stopped and glanced her way, she caught Neil by the elbow and tugged him in the direction of the women's change rooms. She ignored the glance Andrew shot their way – it was usually better to simply not engage – and didn't slow for Neil's startled query.

"What's wrong?" he asked, shaking himself loose as Allison stalked towards the mirrors. "Allison, what -?"

"We're making a change this year, Neil," she said, scooting around him to shoo him further into the empty room. Perfume hung in the air in a cloying cloud of jumbled fragrances that wasn't entirely unpleasant, but Neil nonetheless scrunched his nose as she nudged him through it. "That change starts with you."

"What about me?" Neil asked, eyeing her warily over his shoulder.

Standing behind him, peering at their reflection in the mirror above the sinks, Allison planted her hands on his shoulders. She studied his visage for a moment, flicked a quick glance down the more than sufficient suit he wore, then returned to studying his face. As was typical of him, as had been typical for a long time, Neil rarely gave himself the benefit of looking at his own reflection. A shame, really; despite his reluctance to engage in any kind of hairstyling or painted touch-ups, and despite the scars that were only just beginning to fade on his cheeks, he was a damn good looking kid.

"You're not making the most of what you've got," Allison said, digging her fingers briefly into his shoulders. "It's embarrassing to be seen with someone so negligent of their own appearance."

"You don't have to be seen with me," Neil pointed out. "You can sit at the other end of the table or something."

"I'd still be guilty by association. When you don't take care of your appearance for the sake of appearances, it reflects on the team, Neil. I'm not having that. Not anymore."

Neil frowned, and Allison could see in his eyes that he wasn't moved. "You're overthinking things. People don't care about that kind of thing."

Allison shook her head. "See, that's where you're wrong. You don't care because you've never cared what you look like. Or, more specifically, you've never cared if people aren't wowed by you. Right?"

It wasn't quite accurate, but Allison didn't say what both of them already knew – that Neil hadn't the time, energy, or care to play to the whims of fast-fashion and social posturing that every other child and teenager had engaged in or at least been aware of since the first day they stepped onto school grounds. Allison didn't pity Neil, wouldn't do him such a disservice, but she'd been lenient. Until now.

"You can care to care a little more now," she said, raising her hands to his head and plucking a strand of his hair in silent request. It was a little wiry, the ends still a deadened by the distinctive texture of hair dye. "Consider it a part of your job description now."

Neil's face twisted. It was a complicated expression that Allison couldn't quite read and was only emphasised by the way he tipped his head out of her reach, letting the long curl of his bangs fall across his face. "I play exy. That's the job description."

"You really are an idiot if you actually think that," Allison muttered, reaching for him again. "Hold still for a second. Come on, let me work my magic. I'll only work with the foundations you've got. I'm not changing anything about you innately. We don't have time for that."

"Allison," Neil began.

"Neil." Allison arched an eyebrow and Neil's lips thinned. He was unimpressed personified, but Allison didn't care. Or at least she didn't care enough to stop her efforts. "Look, I'll cut you a deal. Let me fix you up and if you really don't like what I do you can rearrange it back into the mess you usually have. Fair?" When no reply met her words, she rolled her eyes. "If you're going to be a public figure you may as well get used to people prodding you. Consider it me helping to ease you into it."

Neil's expression didn't shift at her words. The tightness that had settled in his shoulders remained too. And yet, in spite of that, he didn't retreat further and didn't openly protest, so Allison took it for a win. She quickly got to work.

It didn't take long. Neil really did have a good foundation to work off, and if Allison had more time and products at her disposal than a comb and minimal make-up, she knew she could really make something of him. Certainly something worthy of a professional athlete in the throes of glamour. She hadn't wasn't the time or the resources though, so she plucked through Neil's hair, flicked and tucked it, tweaking the strands of hair until they sat just right.

"You should put product in this," Allison murmured, more to herself than to Neil. "You've probably destroyed it with all the colour that's been put through it. You should go to a hairdresser or something."

"I cut it myself," Neil said quietly.

Allison paused. "What? Really?"

"Is that so hard to imagine?"

"I guess not." Slowly, she began picking up her work once more. Maybe it wasn't so unexpected that Neil would cut his own hair – Renee had been doing her own too for years – but she somehow hadn't seen it coming. "Have you ever fucked it up before?"

Neil made a neutral sound. "It's good enough to pass."

"Good enough to pass. Good enough isn't really good enough though, you know."

Allison trailed off as she fiddled, and Neil didn't reply. Allison didn't expect him to. What more was there to say? She knew she and Neil held vastly different opinions about public image, even if she was realistic enough to acknowledge that they were both gifted with exceptional basics. It didn't dampen her flicker of frustration, however. It was almost as though no one had ever prevailed upon Neil the benefits of aesthetic attraction, or the satisfaction and confidence it could instil in a person. Most likely they hadn't.

Muttering to herself, Allison continued her work. It was hard to stop but after a minute or two she was lowering her hands and taking a step back, admiring her handiwork with a tilt of her head. Allison couldn't help but smile as she gestured to the mirror for Neil to behold himself. The hair, a touch of colour added to his face, a minor adjustment to the set of his suit and a flick of his shoulders to nudge him into a slightly different posture – it was the little things that could make the biggest difference.

"See?" she said as Neil reluctantly turned to his reflection. "Better, right?"

Unimpressed still remained forefront. Allison could see it, and she could see that it wasn't going to waver. Even so, it was with only a hint of disappointment that she watched Neil take a step closer to the mirror, take a hand to his hair, and pause for only a moment to glance at her as though asking permission. When Allison sighed and rolled her eyes, he immediately set about redressing himself. That disappointment faded a little as she watched with more than a little fascination as Neil work his own magic.

Time. She's always considered it to be a product of time, necessity, and lack of care that had Neil dressed in rags and faded colours, his hair outgrown and posture tipped in just such a way as to make him seem slightly smaller, slightly reserved, just a little less inviting to the average passer-by. It made sense with his history; without the care and money, even she would be hard pressed to maintain optimal presentation.

As she watched, however, Allison realised she had been wrong. Was still a little bit wrong even, though understanding slowly dawned. Neil didn't not care – he simply cared enough to channel his efforts in the opposite direction.

Every lock of hair created an effect, hid a feature or distracted from his face. Chin tipped down, eyes lowered and diverted with it, and shoulders slightly raised added to the impression. Even how he adjusted his tie just so, the settled weight of his jacket slightly too, bespoke deliberate manipulation that could have been a careless oversight.

But it was practiced. It was specific. Allison watched Neil fix himself into his version of 'comfortable and practical' that so vastly contrasted to her own and yet had served its purpose in just the same way: it was what Neil had and perhaps even still did need. It was what grounded him and gave him confidence just as a pair of killer shoes and skin-tight dress bolstered Allison's own.

It might have been strange to consider Neil actively trying to slide beneath the radar to the point that he would adjust his appearance for it, especially understanding him as Allison did. He was nothing if not blunt, vicious on the court, and uncaring of what others truly thought of him enough to all but spit in their faces. And yet somehow it just… wasn't. Even if he shed his reserved persona entirely when on the court, or with the rest of the Foxes, or even in the offhanded interview that Wymack allowed him, it wasn't really all that unexpected at all. If anything it somehow fit, and Allison abruptly lost any desire to attempt to readjust what she'd similarly adjusted in her other teammates that night already.

When Neil glanced back at her, challenge in his eyes as though he expected her to descend upon him once more, Allison pursed her lips. She studied him in silence for a moment before clicking her tongue. "Alright, you're good. I'll give you that."

Neil frowned. "What?"

With a roll of her eyes, Allison shook her head and turned from the change rooms. "The most stupid part is that I almost don't know if you do it deliberately," she said, and stalked from the room. As she did, however, she couldn't help but shoot a glance over her shoulder towards Neil and consider him in a faintly different light.

In the year and a half since she'd first met him, Allison's opinion of Neil had changed drastically. Maybe she shouldn't be surprised that it was still changing.

***

"What did Allison want?" Kevin said as Neil fell into step alongside him.

Neil only shrugged. Really, after all of her fussing, he still didn't quite know himself. "Nothing."

"Then what took so long?" Kevin cast a glance over the heads of their teammates as they descended the hallway towards the court, peering into the stadium that already thrummed with noise. "We're practically the last team to arrive."

"Calm down, Kevin, before you pop a hernia," Nicky said, all but bouncing in step as he hastened past them. He winked at Neil as he did so. "Besides, they weren't even the last ones out of the change rooms. Coach took longer. Fucking unbelievable, I'll tell you."

"Quite your nattering up the back there," Wymack shot over his shoulder with a pointed glare in Nicky's direction. Nicky only grinned and Wymack's grunt disregarded further attempts at quelling him. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, you lot. Keep it clean tonight."

"Hey, we've got no beef with anyone here anymore," Dan said, striding alongside Wymack. "No more than every other team has with each other. There won't be a fuss this year, Coach. I'll make sure of it."

Wymack grunted again. "I can't say I'm particularly reassured," he said, but didn't expand further.

Neil's attention was drawn back to Kevin as a hand swiped before his face, catching his bangs and flipping them aside. "You need to do something about this," Kevin said. "Get it cut. It's not presentable."

Neil scowled. First Allison and now Kevin? Why did they feel the need to kick up their own personal fuss that evening? It wasn't like he had anything to prove; everyone already knew what he looked like and dressing up was… uncomfortable.

"I like it how it is," Neil muttered.

"It looks sloppy," Kevin said.

"So?"

"So, it's not professional."

"What does a hairstyle have to do with professionalism? It has absolutely no bearing on how I play on the court."

"You're not just a player on a court now," Kevin said as they stepped out onto the exy court itself, the sounds and wash of colours and people flooding over them. "Your game doesn't stop with the buzzer."

Allison had said much the same thing minutes before, but for some reason she'd backed off. Kevin, Neil suspected, wasn't quite so inclined. He was a dog with a bone when it came to Neil's game. Neil just hadn't anticipated it to spill off the court quite so much.

"When the length of a players hair or what he wears when it's not a uniform starts to matter more than how they actually play," he said flatly, "then I'll know that exy's been well and truly corrupted. Pardon me for not pandering to the changeable whims of a camera, the media, and the fashion industry that I couldn't give a fuck about."

Kevin's scowl was fully formed in an instant, and he wasn't the only one to turn towards Neil. Matt grinned over his shoulder, and a couple of the freshmen shot him curious glances. Neil spared Matt a nod but mostly had attention for Andrew pacing at his side as they split to head to their table. Andrew, who was regarding him sidelong with an unblinking stare.

"What?" he asked.

Andrew didn't reply, only strode past him to plant himself in his chosen seat at the table. Even so, Neil wasn't quite sure why but for all of Kevin's huffing and Allison's fiddling, he didn't think he was alone in his opinion. Certainly so, given that Andrew bore an expression that wasn't quite a smile, wasn't quite a break in his expression, but was as close as it ever really came.

Neil didn't need to prove himself to anyone, and certainly not with fancy hair and fancier clothes. And yet it somehow felt just a little nice to have someone on his team. Just a little.

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[d-noona]

MAKE OVER

Chapter 6: Euphoria

Jung Hoseok x Reader

Reader as Kang Hyeonji

SUMMARY: When Kang Hyeonji transformed herself into a striking redhead, the entire male population of Seoul stood up and took notice. But her make over was for Jung Hoseok’s benefit alone. He began to show interest in the new look but not in the way she wanted. Suddenly he was over-protective, perhaps a little jealous. It seemed that the idea of having a relationship with her couldn’t be further from his mind. The girl however wants more. So it was time for an ultimatum. If Hoseok didn’t want Hyeonji to lose her virginity to another admirer, he had no option but to make love to her himself.

After seeking help from one of Taehyung and Jimin's recommendations for her make up tutorial Hyeonji took several lessons with Seokjin. He was a splendid man who had a face of an angel who taught her to differentiate a blusher from a bronzer.

Hyeonji was practicing her daytime make-up routine the following Sunday morning when the telephone rang. "Can you answer that, Mum?" she called out.

There was no reply and the phone kept on ringing. Hyeonji suddenly remembered that her mother had gone down to the corner store to buy the Sunday papers. Carefully, she put down her new mascara wand then hurried downstairs to sweep the receiver.

"Hi there," she said breezily.

"Hyeonji? Is that you?"

Her heart caught the sound of Hoseok's voice, reminding her forcibly how much she loved this man. The realization wrenched her momentarily out of her newly found optimism, bringing her down to earth with a thud. But then she regathered herself, her spirits lifting with the thought that Hoseok was actually calling her. That was a first!

"It certainly is me, Hobi. Don't I sound like me?"

"Actually, no...you sound different, somehow." He replies.

"Really...?" Well I look different too, she was tempted to add, but didn't want to spoil the surprise when he eventually saw her in the flesh. "Sorry. It's just the little old me," she went on, smiling to herself. Her height was one thing she simply could not change. Though the four-inch heels she'd tried on yesterday and which would buy shortly certainly gave her a taller view of the world. "So to what do I owe the dubious honor of you call?"

"Are you being sarcastic?"

Hyeonji chuckled at the shocked tone of his question. "Who, me? Never!"

"Have you been drinking?" he sounded almost crass. "This early on a Sunday morning?" it was five past ten. "Which brings me to a repeat of my question. Why are you calling me?"

"What? Oh, I um...I'm on my way to help Mother move some furniture around. She's decided she's bored with the layout in the living rooms. Actually, I think it was just an excuse to get me home and feed me up. Anyway, I thought of you saying the other night that you don't get fed properly at home, and I was wondering if you'd like to join us for lunch."

"Join you for lunch," she repeated, swallowing convulsively and immediately going blank. "You don't have to sound so thrilled," came his testy remark. "I realize I'm not your Mr. X but I've always thought you enjoyed my company."

"Oh, but I do!" she hastened to assure him. "I mean, I...I..."

"You have something else on? Is that it?"

Hyeonji tried to pull herself together. It was the shock, which was all it was. She glanced in the wall mirror above the telephone table and nerves immediately besieged her. Would Hoseok think she looked fantastic when he saw her? Might he be inspired to ask her out on a date, like Jungkook had? A real date?

"No, nothing else on," she said at last. "And I'd love to join you and your mother for lunch. Would you like me to help you move the furniture as well?"

"Would you?"

"Love to. Make-overs are my thing this week," she says.

"What?"

"Nothing," she muttered, and wished she were more confident of Hoseok's reaction to her own make-over. "I'll come see you in about fifteen minutes, then. Just come over when you see my car."

"But...but..."

"Look, I'm ringing you from my mobile and I'd better hang up before I get into trouble."

He hung up and Hyeonji groaned into the dead receiver.

Fifteen minutes. Oh God...

With a shriek, she dropped the receiver back into place and dashed upstairs, throwing open her wardrobe and searching for something Hoseok might like. No pants, she reminded herself, and past over the cheap tights and track suit pants she lived around the house. Her eyes went to the black crop top she'd bought the previous day, the only item of clothing she could afford.

But she had nothing to go with it. In despair, she pulled a pair of white shorts, though bought two years back when she'd been larger, she never actually got around to wearing the thing since it didn't fit her then. She tried on the shorts, looking at the mirror it hugged her bottom nice and tight. It looked good. Plus it was too hot for jeans, and she didn't have enough time to find anything else.

Ten minutes had flown since Hoseok had called. Shoving her feet into tan sandals, Hyeonji spun round to the dressing-table to finish her make-up, but her hands were shaking so badly she had to abandon applying mascara. Fortunately, she'd already done her eyeshadow and eyeliner, adding enough depth and definition to her eyes for casual daytime wear. She had a light powder on and cheek tint were in place. All that was left to do was her lip tint.

This last thought sent Hyeonji's pulse racing. There was only one man she'd want to wake up with in the morning with her make-up still intact. Somehow, the red lip tint found its proper place without wondering all over her face. It gave an impression of a plump luscious lips.

She did a quick brush of her hair, several deep, steadying breaths and she was ready. Just in time, too, for when she leant across her bed to glance through her bedroom window she was greeted by the sight of Hoseok's new red car coming up the hill.

Her stomach tightened another notch, her heart pounding. One last glance at her shorts and crop top brought a grimace of and another flicker of doubt. The last thing Hyeonji needed at that moment was to come downstairs and be met with her mother's open scorn.

Zil walked in the front door just as Hyeonji approached it. "And where do you think you're off to with your face all done up like a dog's dinner? No. You don't have to tell me. I can guess. I saw his car pass by as I walked up the hill, and you're running straight over to parade yourself in front of him. Dear heaven, but you're a fool, Kang Hyeonji! That girlfriend of his would still run rings around you for looks and style. You can tart yourself up all you like and it won't make a blind bit of difference. Not where Hoseok is concerned. Of course there are other men around here who aren't so particular. Not that they ever marry the girls they ask out."

For a few seconds, Hyeonji's confidence in her appearance wavered. But she'd come too far to allow anyone to undermine her newly found self-esteem. Not that her mother's nasty comments hadn't hurt.

"Maybe I'm not in Tinashe's league in the looks department Mum," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "But I still think I look pretty good. And I'll have you know I'm not running over there to parade myself in front of Hobi. He rang me while you were out and asked me over for lunch. It seems that he and Tinashe have broken up. Maybe I don't stand a chance with him, Mum, but that's no excuse for your trying to put me down like that. It was mean."

To give her credit her mother looked shocked, then stricken with remorse. "Oh, Hyeonji... I... I... Oh, dear. Oh, I'm so sorry. I... I just don't want to see you hurt..."

"Then stop hurting me," she countered, sweeping out of the house before her mother could say another word, anger propelling her down the front path. As she stalked out onto the roadway and turned right, Hyeonji indulged in some none too ladylike mutterings.

"My, my," drawled a male voice. "Does that brand-new temper come with the brand-new hair?"

Hyeonji scudded to a ragged halt, her eyes whipping up to see Hoseok leaning against his open car door, watching her. His eyes immediately narrowed on her newly made-up face, then lifted to once again take in her new crowning glory. She couldn't tell if he approved of her transformation or not.

"You...you don't like it?" she almost groaned after a few seconds silence, one hand flying up to touch her hair in that age-old feminine gesture which invited reassurance. Hoseok straightened and slammed the cardoor before glaring back her way. "Don't be ridiculous. What's not to like? You look fantastic. But I think you already know that, don't you?"

Hyeonji glared back at him. So much for Hoseok being bowled over her sudden beauty. "I only did what you suggested the other night," she defended hotly. "True. But honestly I never expected you to do it. I guess I underestimated the power of your Mr. X. So...has he seen the new hair yet?"

Hyeonji bristled, then lifted her small chin too at Hoseok straight in the eye. "Yes, he has, as a matter of fact."

"I suppose he said you looked fantastic."

Once again, Hyeonji was spurred on to play an ironic game with the truth. Somehow, it soothed the pain of Hoseok's ongoing blindness. How could he not guess? She agonized inside. Couldn't he see her love for him?

"Actually they were his exact words," she tossed back coolly. His frown was instant "Where is it that you see this...Don Juan?" he demanded to know. Hyeonji smiled a darkly devious smile. It amused her that Mr. X didn't favor with Hoseok. If only he knew!

"Oh he lives nearby, and I run into him from time to time. But as I said before, my love life is really none of your business, is it? Now shouldn't we be going inside to help your mother with the furniture?" she went on with more forcefulness than was usually her nature. "Time is wasting, you know, and I have to get back to practicing my new make-up before the working week begins. I aim to knock their socks off tomorrow morning."

He threw her an incredulous glance, then shook his head "They say women change their personalities when they change their hair color. I'm beginning to believe it."

"Oh? Did you know Tinashe before she peroxided her hair? Was she a sweet little thing before she became a bottle-blonde?" raising an eyebrow at Hoseok. "We're not talking about Tinashe here, Miss Sarcasm. Which is exactly the sort of thing I'm referring to. You were never one to be bitchy before. Neither did you go around swearing under your breath."

Hyeonji places one hand on her waist then looks at Hoseok straight in the eyes "Maybe you just never heard me before. Maybe you don't know the real me at all, Hoseok. Maybe you've never stopped to smell the flowers."

"Stopped to smell the flowers? What in the hell has my stopping to smell the flowers got to do with you turning into a shrew?" says the infuriated man. Hyeonji laughed while Hoseok scowled. It was that moment when his mother opened her front door and came onto the porch to stare over them.

Mrs. Jung was a beautiful woman. Somewhere in her late forties, she was tall and slender, intelligent brown eyes and a shimmering black hair which fell to her shoulders in a stylish bob. Unlike her son she obviously liked women in trousers for she lived in them. Today she was wearing a loose pair of fawn cotton trousers with a bright floral floaty over blouse.

She lifted her hand to shade her eyes from the sunlight, squinting down at this strange young woman with her son. Heyonji smiled with satisfaction when she realized Hoseok's mothers didn't recognize her.

"Hi Mother," Hoseok waved. "Be right with you. Hyeonji here is going to help us."

"Hyeonji?" his mother repeated, frowning.

"Hyeonji? Oh my goodness, it's Hyeonji! From next door!" she smiled at her. "Yes, it's Hyeonji from next door," Hoseok said as he pecked his mother on the cheek, then threw Hyeonji a dry look over his shoulder. "In a fashion..."

"I'm so sorry Hyeonji dear," Hoseok's mother directed at Hyeonji with an apologetic smile. "I didn't recognize you with that stunning new hair color and style. My, but it suits her, doesn't it, Hoseok? She looks like a different girl entirely."

"She does indeed," Hoseok said in a tone which had his mother raising her eyebrows at him before turning to take Hyeonji's arm. "Who did it for you, dear?" she asked as she led her inside. "I'm always on the lookout for a good hairdresser."

They stopped together in the tiled foyer while Hyeonji raved about Taehyung's abilities and moderate prices, till Hoseok finally interrupted. "Have I come home to move furniture or not?"

"Don't be rude, dear," Mrs. Jung told him dismissively. "The furniture can wait. It's not going anywhere. I'll just go put on the jug and catch up with Hyeonji here for a bit. I haven't had a good talk to her in ages. Remember when she used to come over every Sunday, Hoseok, and you would make her sit in your room all afternoon while you showed her whatever game you were working on that week? I used to think she deserved a medal for how patient she was with you. And how kind. Not too many girls her age would have bothered being friends with an egocentric computer nut like you, dear."

"I didn't mind, Mrs. Jung," Hyeonji confessed. "Truth is I enjoyed it though I can't say I always understood everything. Hobi's nothing short of a creative genius. I dare say he gets that from you."

Mrs. Jung smiled her pleasure at the compliment. "What a nice girl you are," she said. "But my son is no genius. Not in the things which count, that is," she muttered as she turned to walk down several steps into the sunken living areas of the house.

Mrs. Jung's home was roomy, split-level and messy, Hyeonji saw as she traipsed after Hoseok's mother. And it smelt like a tavern. Housework was clearly not a priority with Mrs. Jung. Funny. Hyeonji couldn't remember it being so unkempt in the old days.

"Sorry about the mess," Mrs. Jung excused with an unconcerned but elegant wave of her right hand. "My cleaner had to quit through ill health a couple of weeks back and I'm on a deadline for a book. I've been meaning to advertise for a replacement but haven't got around to it."

An idea popped into Hyeonji's brain "How much does a cleaner earn

"What?" Mrs. Jung asked in confusion. She repeated her question. Hoseok's mother slanted her a sharp look. "Do you know someone who might be interested?" Hyeonji hesitated "I might..."

"Your mother?" Mrs. Jung guessed, turning to put the kettle to plug it in. "Well...yes. Dad left her with a lot of debts, you see, and her pension doesn't go far. I suggested that we take in a boarder to help make ends meet better, but I don't think Mum liked that idea much."

"Why don't I go ask her, then, right now?" Mrs. Jung offered. "And while I'm at it I'll ask her over to lunch with us. I've got plenty of food. Meanwhile, Hoseok, load up the dishwasher for me, like a good boy, will you? If Hyeonji's mother's house is anything like her garden then she'll be horrified at the state of this place. Hyeonji, love, would you mind collecting the dirty glasses from the living room?"

Hyeonji was happy to. What a nice lady Hoseok's mother was. As soon as Mrs. Jung left, she whizzed around the living room, straightening it up a bit while Hoseok made clattering noises in the kitchen. When she came out with the last four dirty glasses he had just closed the dishwasher door and started a cycle.

"I'll wash this up in the sink," she said, and set to work straight away. Hoseok leaned against a nearby counter, his arms crossed his eyes thoughtful upon her, "When you say your father left debts behind, just how much debt do you mean?"

She sighed "A lot," Hyeonji admitted. "The year before he died, he took out loans against the house to finance his latest business venture, which went bust like every other one of his great get-rich-quick schemes. Unfortunately there was no life insurance to cover these loans. The repayments take nearly all my salary each week."

Hoseok straightened, his expression appalled. "But that's terrible! Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"

"Why should I have? It's not your problem Hobi."

"Some best friend you must think I am," he said sharply. Hyeonji was astonished by his annoyance. "But I... I..."

"I want you to tell me exactly who these loans are with and what interest you're paying" he said sharply. "Why?" Hyeonji confused with what Hoseok was trying to imply. "Because I want to help you that's why. That depends if you'll let me, it depends on how much stupid pride you've got."

Her chin shot up. "I have quite a bit. And I don't think pride is stupid!"

"That's what I thought, so I could do one of two things. I could have my accountant look at these loans and see what's the best way to refinance them at the lowest possible interest. Men like your father always have to borrow at exorbitant interest rates because they're a credit risk. On top of that, interest rates have dropped lately. Alternatively, I could organize to pay off debts myself by giving you an interest-free loan. Either way, your repayments would be substantially less than they are now."

Hyeonji's face lit up. "An interest-free loan! Oh, Hobi, that would be wonderful! Simply wonderful!" but her face fell. "But they're not my debts. In a legal sense, that is. They're Mother's. She would have to sign any documents. And I don't think she would agree to your last suggestion. I mean... she might think it was funny."

"What do you mean funny?" he asks. "She might think there were strings attached to such an arrangement." Hyeonji replies honestly. However this left Hoseok with a confused look. "Strings? What strings?"

"Hoseok, don't be thick, please. Between you and me." Hoseok's shock was not altogether flattering. "She think I would demand you sleep with me in exchange for money? Why in God's name would she think such a thing?"

"Don't take it personally. Mum doesn't have a great opinion of men in general when it comes to sex," she said "My father was a womanizer, you know."

"No," he said slowly, that frown still in place. "I didn't know. You never told me. You never told me anything about yourself or your family." Now he was sounding frustrated.

"You never asked..." Hyeonji shrugged. "Well, I'm asking you now!" says Hoseok who is now irate.

"Why?" as she tilts her head and looks at him. "Why?" he immediately responds. "Yes, why this sudden interest?" Hoseok was taken aback, thoroughly exasperated. "Why must women make mountains out of mole hills? There is no mystery to my interest. Neither is it sudden. I've always cared about you, Hyeonji, I guess, I've been so wrapped up in my business going that I haven't had much time to think of other's problems. I suggest you put this change of heart down to my maturing at long last, of you have to put it down to anything. I did just turn twenty five."

"Yes I know," she said dryly. "I bought and lit the candles on your cake"

"You still haven't forgiven me for forgetting your birthday, have you?" he asked.

"I'll forgive you anything if you have your accountant get me some more money each week. I'm dying to buy myself some lovely new clothes to go with my new look. Believe me, Hobi, you can organize that refinancing business. I'll be your willing slave forever." He gave her a decidedly disgruntled look. "So I'm to be responsible for even more changes in my Hyeonji. Your Mr. X won't be able to resist you soon. Frankly I'm not so sure I want to send you into the arms of some good-looking bastard who's had oodles of women and who didn't appreciate the lovely person you were before you became a fashion plate."

Hyeonji was startled, then flattered by the jealous edge in his words. It occurred to her that inventing the mythical Mr. X was the best she'd ever done. She'd never had so much attention from Hoseok in her life. Suddenly, she was a reasonably attractive female, complete with her secret sexual obsession. The fact that the secret sexual obsession was Hoseok himself might have escaped him, but the concept of her madly in love with some good-looking Casanova clearly bothered him. Surely that had to be a reason to keep going?

"I don't think you're in love with this man at all," Hoseok pronounced abruptly. "From what I've heard, it's a simple case of infatuation. When and if he ever takes you to bed, you'll realize that. Men like him rarely live up to the romantic and sexual fantasies women weave around them. They're much too selfish to be good lovers."

"That's a very interesting theory," Hyeonji said thoughtfully. "And do you think you're a good lover, Hobi?"

"Me? We're not talking about me!" he grumbled irritably. "We're talking about lover boy here."

"I was just wondering," she said with feigned innocence. "After all, you confessed the other day to being selfish. And you just said selfish men weren't good lovers."

"Yes, well, there's selfish and there's selfish. I like to think I excel in anything I put my mind to. So yes, I think I'm a good lover. Are you going to argue the point, Miss Picky, or accept my word for it?" Hoseok says extremely annoyed.

Actually, I'd like a demonstration...

Hyronji thought with a quickening of her heartbeat. She stared first into Hoseok's beautiful brown eyes, then down to his equally beautiful mouth before letting her hopefully unreadable gaze drift down his even more beautiful body. Her own ached with longing for that body. It was a bittersweet ache, filled with delicious sexual awareness, yet framed with in a frustration so acute, she wanted to scream and shout and stamp her feet.

"I guess I'll have to accept your word for it," she managed to say, though her words were clipped. "I certainly won't be ringing Tinashe and asking her, that's for sure. The best thing you ever did was to break up with her."

"Break up with Tinashe? I haven't broken up with Tinashe. Wherever did you get that idea?"

"But the other night...you said..."

"I said we were having a trial separation. Actually it was her idea. She had some bee in her bonnet about my taking her for granted, which was probably true. So she told me she wasn't going to see me for a month, during which we were to have no contact whatsoever, even by telephone."

"I see." Hyeonji felt her brave and exciting new world tip out of kilter. "So when is this month up?" she asked, voice flat and heavy. "Next Sunday." He raked his hand through his hair. "And it can't come soon enough, I can tell you. This has been the longest, most frustrating four weeks in my life!"

Chapter 07

Masterlist

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