#it’s a service no one ever signed up for and no one can ever opt out of

[kkpwnall]

i wish all credit reporting companies a very die

#eat my entire ass experian i swear to god #it’s a service no one ever signed up for and no one can ever opt out of #and it controls too much of every day usamerican life #and it only started in the fuckin 80s!!! #never let them convince you it’s been around forever it’s always been done this way so we have to keep doing it this way forever #kk rants

[nahoney22]

Hello there!

Can you do a fluff request with Tech please.

6. Dance with me? And 13. Shut up and kiss me already.

Your writing is amazing and so very inspiring x

Choices 🌊

🫧 Pairing: Tech X Female Reader

word count: 1.6k

Prompts:

“Dance with me?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

Summary: When a date stands you up, Tech finally takes the chance to make a move.

Warnings: Safe for Work, Fluff, Reader gets Stood Up, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Slow Dancing, Female Reader.

Authors note: Thanks for the request and kind words! Enjoy 😊

You twirl the ice cubes in your nearly empty glass with your yellow and pink striped straw, the thumping music of the club fading into the background as the realisation sinks in: you've been stood up.

You had decided to navigate the dating scene to which had been a rollercoaster. After realising your feelings weren't going to be ever reciprocated by the one you truly loved, you decided to broaden your horizons. Maybe taking your mind off him. So, you signed up for a dubious dating site on the holonet which only yielded disappointing results, to put it mildly.

Match after match failed to impress. They either droned on about themselves, were impolite to the staff, or made cringe-worthy remarks that you just don’t say on a first date. It was a string of bad experiences. And now, the guy you'd been chatting with for weeks had ghosted you.

Glancing at the clock above the bar, you signal to the service droid. "Could I have another one of these, please?" you request, motioning to your empty glass. The droid beeps in confirmation before attending to your order.

Sighing, you slump your head into your hands, regretting the effort you put into dressing up for this date, only to end up drinking alone. But, your solitude is short-lived.

As you're about to pay for your drink, a hand intercepts yours, and you look up in surprise to see a familiar pair of goggles and eyes, offering to foot the bill. "Allow me."

"Tech? What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you since you didn't respond to any of our messages," Tech explains, settling onto the stool beside you and leaning forward on the bar. "Where is he?"

You pause, considering whether to lie or not. After all, it was Tech whom you truly loved. Despite your attempts at flirting, his lack of response or reciprocation left you hesitant to confess your feelings.

Others would advise you to tell him straight rather than hint but the fear of rejection loomed large, so you let your emotions for him simmer but never fully blossom. "He didn't show," you finally admit with a sigh, tracing your arm with your fingertips.

"Oh," Tech responds, and you nurse your new drink, the silence between you turning somewhat awkward.

"Thanks for the drink, by the way," you say, breaking the quiet, and he offers a light smile.

"Not a problem. I apologise about your date not turning up. It is his loss," Tech says, his words eliciting a flutter in your stomach that you try to ignore.

You offer a dry laugh and a shrug before taking a sip through the straw. "Thanks, Tech. I'll probably finish this and head out."

Tech pauses, glancing around. "There aren't many patrons here. I’m relieved your date didn't show. It is not ideal to be in such a quiet club with few witnesses if something were to go wrong."

You pull a face at his caution. "Why say that?"

"You never know who you might encounter on the holonet. Choosing a very quiet club isn't the safest option," he explains, prompting an eye roll from you as you take another sip of your drink.

Then, you ask him, "So, where would you take someone on a date?"

He falls silent, his gaze drifting into contemplation. "I have pondered, in theory, that if I were to pursue someone, I would opt for a restaurant. Establishing eye contact is pivotal, followed by discussions about our lives. Then, perhaps, a stroll."

You hum softly, resisting the urge to picture yourself as his date, seated across from him, indulging in delectable cuisine as he shares his sentiments, followed by a romantic walk. "That sounds lovely. They’d be very lucky."

"I'm pleased you think so. Now, I pose the same question to you, as I doubt this club aligns with your idea of a first date," he counters as he does a brief scan of the area, prompting a laugh from you—he's not entirely wrong.

"I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. It depends on whether I like the person or not. I'd prefer to be with someone I enjoy doing something with, rather than doing something with someone I don't," you admit, reminiscing about the countless hours you spent simply conversing with Tech in the cockpit.

A smile graces his lips at your words. "That's endearing."

You take another sip of your drink, emptying it in a few swallows before sighing and preparing to depart. "I should be on my way."

"Very well," Tech nods, but a sudden surge of courage overtakes him as he grasps your upper arm, halting your departure. "What about dancing?"

You glance at his hand on your arm, then up at him with furrowed brows. "What about it?"

"Do you... enjoy it?" he asks, his apprehension palpable as he carefully selects his words.

"I can't say I've had much experience with it. Why do you ask?" you inquire, feeling your heart quicken as he rises and steps closer.

"Dance with me?" he proposes.

You? Dance with Tech? Was this some bizarre turn of events, or perhaps a dream induced by something that Droid had put in your drink? "You don't dance," you blurt out, puzzled by his unexpected request.

He chuckles at your incredulous expression and your swift observation of his lack of dancing skills. "No, I do not. But, I don't see why we both can't give it a try together."

Part of you hopes that you detected a hint of nervousness in his demeanor, perhaps stemming from the fact that he's asking you to dance rather than his own dancing abilities. So, you offer a shy smile and nod. "Okay then."

His smile widens, his eyes gleaming behind his goggles as he releases your arm and gestures for you to lead the way to the main dance floor. The music pulses softly, with a gentle rhythm that invites movement. The deep purple strobe lights dancing off your bodies.

Neither of you seem entirely sure of what to do next, exchanging uncertain glances until he clears his throat and extends his hand to you. Your cheeks warm while your fingers slip into his as he draws you closer, his other hand finding its place on your hip as yours rests on his opposite shoulder.

You initiate a small side step, and Tech follows suit, occasionally glancing down at your feet before meeting your gaze. "This is unexpected... but nice," you murmur softly, even as your whole body tingles with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

A part of you cautions against letting your hopes get the better of you, reminding you that this shouldn't be happening. Yet, as you lock eyes with him, he holds your gaze, a rare silence settling between you. And he always has something to say.

Drawing you closer than before, your cheek rests against his chest as the two of you sway to the music, his chin gently resting atop your head. "May I ask you a question?" he ventures after a minute or two.

"Uh-huh," you reply, your eyes fluttering closed as you savour the moment.

"Why did you not choose me?" he inquires, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it reverberates in the stillness of the moment.

Your eyes flutter open, and you tilt your head back, peering up at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion. The dim light of the club casts a soft glow on his face, illuminating the earnestness in his gaze. "What do you mean?" you inquire, your voice barely above a whisper, hardly audible over the pulsating music.

He bites the inside of his cheek, a brief flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he readjusts his goggles with a practiced hand. "You've... flirted with me on numerous occasions," he explains, his tone careful and measured, "yet you chose to pursue someone else."

His words leave you momentarily speechless, your mind racing to comprehend the implications of his confession. He knew about your attempts at flirting? The realisation sends a shiver down your spine. "Tech," you begin, meeting his gaze with furrowed brows, "you never indicated that you wanted me to stop, or that you felt the same way. I just assumed..."

"That I did not share the same feelings you have for me? That I could not?” His voice is soft, yet it carries a weight that hangs in the air between you.

"Do you?" you whisper, feeling the flutter of anticipation in your chest, your heart pounding against your ribs as if seeking escape from the intensity of the moment.

He nods solemnly, his gaze unwavering as he meets your eyes. "I didn't know how to tell you," he admits, "Expressing emotions is not exactly second nature to me. It was not until the others pointed out your advances that I realised it was too late to respond."

As he starts to explain, his words tumbling out in a rush, you can't help but notice the warmth spreading across his cheeks, the nervous energy that radiates from him. It's endearing, seeing him flustered like this, and it emboldens you to take action.

Releasing his hand from your grasp, you reach up to gently cup his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly against his skin. "Shut up and kiss me already.”

Tone soft but resolute, a playful glint dancing in your eyes has him leaning into you without a second thought.

His lips meet yours in a tender and hesitant touch. Warm. Soft. They were everything you had imagined. Everything around you seems to vanish, just you and him caught in the moment. Then, you can feel him smile against your lips as he draws you near, body flushed to his as his lips move along with yours with a gentle passion.

As he pulls away for a breath, both of your heartbeats shattering your eardrums, he smiles lovingly at you. “Do not hesitate to tell me to shut up and kiss you again.”

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[mint-yooxgi]

Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Yes, all 8 of them)

Words: 13,318

Warnings: One stabbing mention. Seonghwa gets a little handsy at one point. The boys are very horny for the OC. I make too many direct references to the song and its lyrics, don’t at me please. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: You know, I never expect a simple Drabble to turn into this beast right here, but I'm happy with the way it turned out. Not gonna lie, this fic is a bit self-indulgent at certain parts, but what fic isn’t? Lmaoo anyways, I do not believe Ateez would ever act like this. This is just my interpretation of this particular Drabble request and the yandere archetype. I really hope you all like this one; feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~ (Seriously though guys, please don’t let this flop haha)

Extra: The whole time I was writing this, I had a chubby!reader in mind, but I don’t explicitly describe anything that would indicate that so I don’t feel right tagging it as such. Just know it’s heavily implied, but anyone can read this!!

Mini Masterlist

Driving down the dark desert highway, cool wind whips through your hair. The sun has slowly been setting, its last few rays of light drifting over the land and casting shadows in their wake.

You've been on the road all day, having had the urge to take a spontaneous road trip by yourself. Work has been really hectic lately, so since you have the next three days off, you decided to use them to your advantage.

The only problem is, the last sign of civilization you passed was forty minutes down the road, and you're not quite sure when the next hotel, or even a place to stop for the evening might pop up. Luckily, within the next five minutes, it seems as if your thoughts have been answered, for a hotel appears in the distance.

Pulling into the parking lot, you eye the place skeptically. For a building right smack in the middle of the desert, it sure doesn't look like one. The bright stone walls practically shine beneath the light of the now risen full moon, the place looking more like a resort than anything. Hopefully it's not too expensive then.

Cutting the engine after rolling up the windows, you let out a long breath through your nose. Slowly, you step out of the car, rolling your neck all the while. Standing only makes you realize just how stiff your entire body is, stretching your arms and back out slightly before you slam the car door shut.

Oddly enough, there are no other cars in the parking lot, save for your own. Your brow furrows slightly as you make your way towards the front entrance. Though, you suppose it makes sense. You are in the middle of the desert.

Pushing open the door, you immediately feel the affects of the air conditioned lobby, your shoulders subconsciously relaxing as you step inside. Your eyes skim the name of the hotel as you enter- HALA HALA- it's modern design seeming to fit it well.

Walking up to the reception desk, you notice that no one seems to be in sight. Perhaps you missed someone on your way in, so you opt to turn around, giving the lobby a quick sweep with your eyes. Still, you fail to see anybody, so you turn back around. Maybe there’s a bell you can ring or something.

Your whole body jumps as you see a man now standing behind the counter, seemingly having appeared from nowhere. His split dyed black and blond hair is slicked back and a smile rests on his features.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He says. "My name is Hongjoong, and I'm the manager of this hotel here. How may we be of service?"

You blink, needing a moment to collect your thoughts before you're able to remember the reason why you're here. 

"Oh, right." You chuckle, somewhat awkwardly. "How much is a single room for the weekend? Two nights in particular?"

"Hmm, let's see," Hongjoong hums, typing something into the computer in front of him. His eyes scan the screen, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're in luck. We're having a special this weekend only on our single rooms. Two nights for the price of one."

Your jaw nearly drops at the amount he tells you. "Seriously?"

"Of course." He smiles.

"Great." You say, shock still clear on your face at the outrageously low amount he's quoted you. "I'll take it."

"Perfect." Hongjoong purrs out, eyes becoming hooded as he gives you a quick once over.

Again, you blink, and as soon as you do, his expression is back to being chipper once more. Without another thought, you're reaching into your purse to pull out your credit card, handing it over to Hongjoong in the next moment.

It only takes him a few minutes to ring you up, handing you your card back in the next moment.

"If you have any bags, Wooyoung will be more than happy to help you with them." Hongjoong smiles at you yet again, to which you return.

Thanking him with a nod of your head, you take the keycard he hands you. A shiver runs down his spine as his fingers graze yours, but luckily, you do not seem to notice. 

In the next moment, you go to turn around, coming face to face with yet another man who seemingly appears from thin air.

"Need any help with your bags?" The new male asks, completely oblivious to the startle he just gave you.

"Oh, uh," you stammer out a reply, eyes drifting to another man who now sits on one of the front couches reading a newspaper. You swear he snorts out a laugh at the scene that's just played out before him. Weird, you could have sworn there was no one else in the lobby before. "I think I'm okay, but thanks for the offer."

"Really, it's no problem at all." He insists, already following you out of the front doors and back to your car.

"No, really," you huff out a faint laugh, reaching into the front seat to grab your backpack. "I only have the one."

What you fail to see as you lean into your car, is the way Wooyoung eyes you up and down. Licking his lips, his gaze settles on your ass, thoughts already running wild with what he wants to do with you. Finally, you’re here.

Blinking to clear his thoughts as you pull yourself back out of your car, he grins. Before you can protest, he's slipping your backpack out of your hand and slinging it over his shoulder.

"After you." Wooyoung's eyes shine as he watches disbelief paint your features, followed slowly by acceptance.

Pride fills his chest as you begin to lead him back into the hotel and to your assigned room for the weekend. He can feel Yunho's eyes piercing into his back as he walks past with you in front, the jealousy clear as day within the older male's gaze. The sound of paper rustling from behind him has a smirk pulling on Wooyoung's lips.

Reaching your room, you go to unlock the door.

A gasp escapes your lips as you step through the threshold, and Wooyoung knows that he's going to have to share with his brothers later the memory of that beautiful awestruck expression painting your face. Only, in the next second, worry takes its place.

"I don't think your boss gave me the key to the right room." You say, eyes taking in the grandiose space. "This looks like the Presidential Suite."

"It is." Wooyoung hums, placing your backpack carefully onto the chair beside him once he fully steps into the room.

"This can't be right." You shake your head, moving to rush past him and back into the hall.

"You asked for the single room, didn't you?" He quirks a brow, stepping in front of you to block your path.

"I did, but-"

"Then this is the right room." He assures you. "It is what you payed for."

"I don't think it is," you say, sidestepping him and moving into the hallway.

You manage to make it all the way back to the lobby in no time, walking straight up to the reception desk to see if you can catch Hongjoong once more. Unfortunately, he doesn't appear to be anywhere in sight, nor does that man from earlier that had been sitting and reading the newspaper on the couch. Wooyoung has up and disappeared on you, too. You sigh.

"How may I help you?"

"Holy-" you startle, spinning around to see another unfamiliar man now standing behind the reception desk. Yet again, it's like he’s appeared out of thin air. You clear your throat. "Uh, is Hongjoong around? I need to speak with him."

"He's busy at the moment, unfortunately." The man smiles kindly at you. "I'm Seonghwa, the assistant manager. I'm more than happy to help if there's something wrong. What seems to be the problem?"

"Oh, uh, there's no problem, really," you clarify, a nervous pull to your lips. "I just think Hongjoong gave me the key to the wrong room."

"Did he?" Seonghwa hums, somewhat amusedly. He doesn't blame Hongjoong one bit. The poor male was probably too distracted by your beauty, and the fact that he was finally seeing you in person for the first time. "Let me check for you."

"Thanks, I really appreciate it." You smile, handing the key card to him over the counter. This time, it’s Seonghwa who shivers as his fingers brush your own. ”I think he accidentally gave me the card to the Presidential Suite or something."

Swiping the card through the reader, Seonghwa types a few things on the keyboard. A few moments later, he's placing the keycard back in front of you on the counter.

"No, everything's right on our end. That's the correct key." He informs you.

Your eyes widen, lips parting as clear disbelief takes over your features. "You're sure?”

"Positive." Seonghwa smiles, purposely sliding the card closer to you. "Our policy here is to always put our guests' pleasure above anything else. So really, your reaction to the room is the highest compliment you could give us."

"I- uh-" you blink, taken aback by his words. "Sure?" You don't quite know how to respond, but you take the keycard back, nonetheless. "Thanks."

"Of course." Seonghwa straightens the front of his blazer out, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "I live to serve."

Though he fails to add a key word to the end of his sentence. Most certainly does he live to serve, to please. Most importantly, though, he lives to serve and please you.

“Okay…" Brushing off his words, you turn back around, shooting him a subtle side eyed look at his last comment once he can no longer see your face. 

Heading back to your room, you shake your head, muttering about how odd this place is. First, it's literally in the middle of nowhere. Secondly, the exterior and interior looks brand new, much too pristine for the likes of the desert. Third, you've barely seen another occupant in this hotel besides the staff and that one guy from earlier. Fourth, a single room means the equivalent of a Presidential Suite. And finally, the prices are apparently dirt cheap.

Seriously, just what is going on here?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts once more, you reenter your room. Well, if you’ve technically payed for it, you might as well enjoy it.

Ten minutes later and you finally figure out how the jacuzzi tub works, allowing your body to sink into the frothing bubbles. The scent of lilac and honey drifts through the air, the complimentary soaps feeling fancier than anything you've ever experienced in your life.

Soaking in the tub for a bit, you allow yourself to relax, basking in the way the water seemingly eases the tension from your body. The only thing that could make this better would be a glass of wine, and maybe a massage, but that can wait for another time.

You close your eyes, letting your head fall back against the headrest as a content sigh leaves your lips. You haven't felt this relaxed in a long time.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of lustful eyes watches from the shadows. More than anything, wanting desperately to join you. To truly help you relax, in any and every way you desire.

Once you're done, you're quick to dry off, changing into a fresh pair of clothes. Smiling at your reflection in the mirror, you wink at yourself, blowing a kiss in the next moment. You need to start appreciating yourself more. Besides, you look damn good, if you do say so yourself!

Immediately, a thud sounds from behind you, making your heart skip a beat in your chest. Whipping around, your eyes scan the bathroom, searching for anything that could have made that loud noise. Nothing seems out of place, so it doesn’t look like anything could have fallen.

Odd. If you didn't know any better, it almost sounded like someone ran into something, or even stubbed their toe.

You frown, shaking your head. You've had a long drive, and an even longer day. You're probably just imagining things. Besides, you could really use that drink now.

Making your way back towards the lobby, you wander aimlessly, not really sure where to go. You're sure this hotel has a bar somewhere, you're just not sure which direction it would be in. Luckily for you, a plaque that you hadn't noticed before on the wall points you in the direction that you're looking for.

Stepping into the bar area, once again you're taken aback by how empty the place is. Well, empty except for the lone man standing behind the counter wiping at a glass with a cloth in his hand.

Walking up to the counter, you sit down at one of the stools, returning the kind smile the bartender sends your way.

"What can I get for you, pretty one?" The man asks, placing the glass onto the counter in front of himself.

You look down at the pristine wood beneath your hands as a warmth blooms on your cheeks. "Surprise me."

The man takes a moment to observe you carefully, his lips twitching upwards at the corners from seeing the affect his words have on you.

"I know just the thing," he replies, already moving to grab all of the ingredients he'll need to make you a drink. Two minute later and he pushes the now full glass towards you. "Et voila."

"Wow," grabbing the glass with a wonder filled expression, you take a sip. "This is my favourite drink. You must be a mind reader!"

You fail to see the way his brow quirks ever so slightly at your words, his smile turning nervous in the blink of an eye. Just as quickly as the expression appears, it's gone.

"So, what has you here on a Friday night?" He leans against the counter, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows as he rests his forearms on the edge of the wood. "Lover got you down?"

Your eyes widen, and you're quick to shake your head. "Oh, no. Definitely not."

"Huh," he has to hide the pleased smirk that threatens to pull onto his lips as he confirms what he and his brothers have only hoped. This makes things so much easier. "That's hard to believe, given a pretty one like you."

For the second time this evening, pride swells in his chest at seeing the affect his words have on you.

"Thank you," you mutter, not quite used to men being this bold with you upfront. "You're very kind, uh-"

"Mingi." He replies. “Please. Call me Mingi."

"Well, Mingi," the way you say his name has a pleasant shiver running down his spine. "You're sweet."

The smile that radiates from him nearly knocks the breath out of you.

"Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you," he says, and his eyes flash. "Anything at all."

"Yeah, actually," you nod a few times, looking around the room as if you’re afraid of being overheard. "Be honest," you lean in slightly and he can feel his heart beginning to race in his chest, "is the room service here good?"

"Uh," his brain malfunctions as his eyes glance down to your lips, a completely different form of room service other than what you probably intend flitting through his mind. One which he and his brothers would be more than happy to provide for you. 

He swallows the sudden dryness in his throat. Thank fuck you don't seem to notice.

"You know, since you probably have an in with the cooks cause you're the bartender, and all." Your voice manages to pull him back to reality, and out of his all too vivid thoughts of what kind of room service he could provide for you. "Anything you would recommend? I'm starving."

"Oh, if you're hungry, why didn't you just say so?" He chuckles. "I'll order something for you, and have them bring it over to you here."

"That'd be great, thanks!" You reply happily, taking another sip of your drink. "I don't have any food allergies, by the way. Well, except for lactose, but it's more of an irritant than anything. No heavy creams or full glasses of milk."

Mingi blinks at you, and your mouth parts, a heat once again rising up your neck and all the way up your face. You can't believe you just said all that. To a stranger, no less. 

A smile spreads across his lips, "got it. Thanks for letting me know."

Of course, they all know everything about you. Well, not everything. Yet. Still, it means so much to him how open you already are with him. Mingi knew you'd be perfect for him, for all of them. This just proves it even more.

Heading over to the tablet that he's left at the end of the bar to place an order for you, Mingi's heart warms. Already, he and some of his brothers have been able to show you how well they can take care of you, how well they can provide for you. All so that you will become theirs. And you will be, all in due time. After all, once they have you in their sights, you’ll never be able to leave them again.

"Lucifer Morningstar!" Mingi curses as he rounds the corner of the counter, the thud echoing in your ears as his knee makes contact with the side of the bar.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Your eyes widen, watching as he hunches over, hands placed over his one knee as he balances on his opposite foot.

You fail to see the way his eyes flash for the briefest of moments at your own exclamation.

"Yeah," he lets out a breath, easing into one of the barstools beside him. "I'll be fine."

"Ouch," you wince, thinking of how hard he must have banged his knee to have exclaimed that loudly. Speaking of, his words echo through your head, and you cannot contain the laugh that escapes you. When you see him turn his attention from the tablet to look at you, you wave a hand apologetically in the air in front of you. "Sorry, I've just never heard anyone use that exclamation before. Usually, they swear, or say ‘Jesus Christ’, or something like that."

It's low, but you swear you hear a growl reverberate throughout the room.

"Oh," Mingi laughs awkwardly, a nervousness to his demeanour all of a sudden. "Yeah, it's just something my brothers and I always say instead of your typical exclamations."

"Huh," you nod, turning back to the drink still held in your hands. "Interesting."

Not even ten minutes later, another man is entering the bar area with a plate of steaming food in his hands. Jealousy flares within him as he sees you conversing so casually with his brother, a soft smile he's only ever dreamed about being directed towards him resting on your face.

You hardly notice the new presence in the room, but Mingi does, causing a smirk to subtly pull at his features. You're simply too busy conversing with him at the moment. That is, until movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention.

"One freshly cooked meal for the lovely lady," the man says with a flirty smile as he places the plate of steaming food in front of you.

Thanking him politely, you're quick to turn back to Mingi once more. The men at this hotel certainly are something else.

"Okay, have we met before?" Your eyes narrow teasingly at the bartender who sits a few seats away from you. "Twice now you've made my favourite things."

"Hey now," the other man chimes in, a teasing lilt to his voice. "I was the one who cooked it. He didn't make squat."

He continues to stare at you, almost expectantly now, and you're quick to avert your gaze. Turning back to your food, you grab the fork that's been provided, and take a bite.

"Holy shit." You say once you've swallowed the food in your mouth. "This is incredible."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Lovely." The man replies, eyes shining with a certain fondness as he watches you eat what he’s prepared for you.

"Seriously, this is best dish of this that I’ve ever had," you say, placing another forkful into your mouth.

He chuckles, loving the way your praise has Mingi glaring dagger at him. Serves him right.

"Oh, where are my manners?" He tuts at himself. "My name is San, and I am very pleased to meet you."

Suddenly, your hand is in his, and he's bringing his lips down to place a gentle kiss onto your skin. Tingles erupt throughout his own body wherever he makes contact with yours, and he has to stop the rumble of contentment that builds within his chest from escaping.

Again, you're taken aback by his boldness, and you swear you see something in Mingi's eyes flash black as San does this. Only, when you blink, it's like nothing ever happened. Weird.

The next hour is spent with the both of them at the bar, simply conversing with each other. You can't count the amount of times they've successfully made you laugh, or even shy at some of the things they say, but they are. 

Purposefully, each time one of them does something that has you reacting a certain way, the other is sure to do the same. There's no way they're letting each other one up them. That is, until Hongjoong is scolding them within their mind's link to knock it off.

All too soon for their liking, you're heading off to bed, much to their disappointment. It is late at night, and you have had a long day. Needless to say, it's starting to all catch up to you. You can feel the exhaustion beginning to claw at your mind.

Falling into the plush bed, you're practically out as soon as your head hits the pillows. Funny, you could have swore you saw something shift within the darkness of your room just before you closed your eyes. Only, you find you're too tired to care, quickly falling into the realm of your subconscious as sleep takes hold.

Within the confines of your room, two figures materialize from the shadows. Carefully, one moves to stand beside you while the other gently sits on the opposite side of the bed.

"I still can't believe that she’s here," Jongho says breathlessly, hand reaching out to caress the side of your face.

"Finally, we have her," Yunho replies, feeling as wonderstruck as Jongho right now.

You shift slightly, breath hitching in your throat. 

They both freeze. Luckily, you don't seem to wake, allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief as they continue to watch over you as you sleep.

“She's so beautiful," Jongho watches you in awe, thumb stroking over the skin of your cheek as his heart soars in his chest.

Yunho hums his agreement, his eyes flashing briefly in the darkness. "Ours."

"Ours." Jongho confirms, a content smile pulling at his lips as his own eyes flash, watching over you like he always should. Like he always will be. From now, until forever.

Morning comes with bright light streaming in through the large windows, the sun's rays warming you as you stretch your body out on the bed. A yawn escapes your lips as you rub at your eyes. Sitting up, you throw off the covers, making your way to the bathroom to freshen up for the day.

One look outside the windows, and at your weather app, has a sigh escaping you. It's going to be awfully hot today, the sun shining unapologetically in the sky with few clouds drifting along. In the back of your mind, you begin to wonder what else there is to do in this hotel.

Opening the door to your room, you go to step into the hallway, only for your path to be blocked. Sitting there in front of you is a trolley, what appears to be an extravagant spread of food placed precariously before you. At least, you're hoping that that's what's beneath all these trays with metal food coverings on them.

Leaning out into the hall, you shift your head from side to side, attempting to see if this cart was meant for anyone else. When you don't see anyone around, you look back at the cart. This time, your eyes catch on a folded card placed just beside the small vase with a single red rose held within.

Picking up the note, you're quick to open it, seeing as it's addressed to you. You blink as you read the note over a few times, a soft smile painting your features, yet still surprised, nonetheless.

Please enjoy this complementary breakfast from us to you.

~ Your friends at HALA HALA

Rolling the cart into your room, you're quick to remove all of the coverings. The smell of your favourite breakfast foods greet you as you take in the fresh spread before you. Your jaw nearly drops, torn between thinking that this is incredible, and that something strange is going on here.

Oh well, at least you're getting free food out of this.

Once you're finished eating, you clean up as best you can and head downstairs for the day. A book rests in your hand, figuring that you can find someplace quiet to read and pass the time. Maybe you’ll even listen to music while you do so. 

Reaching the lobby, you figure you can ask Hongjoong or Seonghwa where the best place to read in the hotel might be. Someplace that’s quiet. Someplace that’s comfortable. Luck seems to be on your side this morning, too, for you see both Hongjoong and Seonghwa standing behind the reception desk. They seem to be in a pretty heated discussion, their voices too low to hear even as you approach them. Once you get close enough, they're both turning to you with fond smiles on their faces. You didn't even know they saw you approaching.

"How can we help you, dear?" Seonghwa is the first to speak, meeting your gaze.

"Uh, a bit of a weird question, I know," you begin, somewhat nervously, "but where's the best place to get some reading done around here? You guys don't have a library, do you?"

Even though you say it jokingly, Hongjoong's response surprises you.

"We do," he hums, and seeing your mildly shocked expression, eyes widening and all, has a warmth flooding his veins. He knew he'd be able to impress you with the amount of time and effort they put into this place. "Unfortunately it's closed for cleaning today."

"Aw," your expression falls slightly, "darn."

"I would recommend our outdoor seating area beside the pool," Seonghwa motions a little ways off to the side, and you can see a set of glass doors leading to a courtyard of sorts. "It'll be warm today, so you can also benefit by taking a swim if you'd like.”

"Oh, no, I don't think I'll do any swimming," you shake your head.

At this, they both frown. Your words manage to pull them from their thoughts of holding you in their lap with their arms around you, their head resting on your shoulder as you read.

"Why not?" Before Seonghwa can stop himself, the question escapes him, and even the younger male beside him shoots him a look. Though, where yours is of confusion, Hongjoong's is of warning.

"This is really the best I have," you reply sheepishly, motioning down towards your outfit- a simple t-shirt and shorts- with a tilt of your head.

"Go ahead and at least dip your feet in." Hongjoong replies, softly assuring you with his next words. "No one will judge you here."

"Okay," you smile softly, "maybe I will, then."

Again, you thank the two men before you as you begin to head towards the glass doors Seonghwa pointed out to you. 

Stepping through the archway, the heavy desert heat surrounds you immediately. You let out an exhale through your nose, taking in the sight of the tropical plants around you. There's a small path leading further into the courtyard and to the pool which you can see sitting right in the centre of it. At least there appears to be tons of shade. Just how you like it.

Setting yourself up in one of the plush outdoor chaises, you kick off your sandals. 

Leaning back onto the comfortable pillows, you bring your feet up to rest on the cushion, keeping your knees bent so you can hold your book on your lap. You smile softly as a gentle breeze flits passed. 

Opening your book, you begin to read.

Not even five minutes later, a man approaches you, a glass held in his hand. You tense, worried that something's about to happen considering you're the only one sitting outside by the pool. Or so it seems.

"Here, I thought you might like a glass of water," he smiles kindly at you as he hands you the glass. "You should stay hydrated in this heat."

"Oh," you reply, placing your book down momentarily so that you can take the glass of water he's offering to you. "Thank you."

"Damn, beat me to it already," another voice says from the opposite side of you, successfully managing to startle you as you hadn't heard anyone approaching. "That's our Yeosangie for you."

"Yunho," the man you've now learned is apparently Yeosangie says, his eyes narrowing slightly at the taller male, "what are you doing here?"

The man - Yunho - is one that you recognize form last night. He was the one reading the newspaper in the lobby.

"Seonghwa told me that our very special guest here was sitting by the pool, and that I should bring her some water to help keep her hydrated." He replies, and sure enough, you see another glass of water being held in his hand. "Like I said though, it looks like you beat me to it."

"One can never have too much water," you say, catching both of their attention, and snapping them out of the pointed looks they had just been sharing.

"Right you are, gorgeous," Yunho grins, handing you the second glass.

Your brows raise slightly at the name he calls you. Hell, it seems almost all of the male workers at this hotel have called you some variation of a nickname or pet name at some point or other. Needless to say, it's a bit odd; you aren’t used to this kind of attention.

"Anyways, I'm Yunho," he says with a grin, pointing over at the shorter male in the next moment, "and that grump over there is Yeosang. If you look over there," again, Yunho points in a specific direction, drawing your gaze to the two men that have appeared on the opposite side of the pool, "that's San and Jongho. Though, I heard you already met San last night."

You nod in response, noticing how the one you've recently been told is Jongho waves quite enthusiastically at you with a large smile on his face. You huff in amusement, lips quirking upwards as you send a polite wave back. If you didn't know any better, from the way the male averts his gaze in the next moment, you'd say that you've just made him blush.

"If you need anything, do not hesitate to let us know. " Yeosang draws your attention to him once more, a certain spark lighting behind his eyes. A spark which you do not understand, but the other males do. One that is practically begging for you to come to them, to seek them out for anything and everything you might need. Anything at all.

"Thanks," you smile. "I appreciate it."

Really, you'd just like to be left alone to read your book now in peace.

"Well, we'll leave you to read in peace now," Yunho grins, walking over and wrapping his arm around Yeosang's shoulders. “Enjoy.”

Blinking in shock, your whole body tenses. Okay, this is starting to get a bit freaky. It’s almost as if Yunho just read you mind.

Shaking your head slightly to clear your thoughts, you grab your book once more. No, that isn’t possible. You’re just overthinking things due to the stressful week of work you’ve just had. This is your chance to relax, and you have every intention to do so.

Opening your book once more, you begin to read.

Across from you, the four boys converge. 

Jongho is still reeling from having you smile so brightly at him, and you waved back. Yeosang, on the other hand, crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing at the three males before him. Yunho watches you carefully from across the pool, his eyes subtly trailing over your form. Even San cannot help but drink in the exposed skin of your legs on full display, the sight of your bare thighs making his mouth water.

What each wouldn’t give to be between them right now…

“Control yourselves,” Yeosang hisses through his teeth, sending pointed looks towards San and Yunho, “the both of you.”

“Like you haven’t been thinking the exact same things since you saw them.” San rolls his eyes, keeping his voice low while Yunho just chuckles from beside him.

“At least I have some subtlety,” Yeosang huffs, annoyance clear on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest. “The decency to not have my thoughts project themselves into everyone else’s subconscious.”

Well, I for one, was rather enjoying the mental image of her lounging in that chair by the pool. Wooyoung’s voice echoes through all of their minds. I’d much rather be out there spending time with her, you lucky bastards. Instead, I’m stuck inside on cleaning duty.

Stop complaining. They can all practically hear Hongjoong roll his eyes. You’re the one who begged to be the one to tidy up her room.

That I did. Wooyoung hums. Really, you guys are missing out. Her scent is everywhere.

Now you’re just rubbing it in. Mingi sighs, and they can all hear the pout in his voice.

Oh, panties! Wooyoung cheers, and they all practically let out a groan in need. And they’ve been worn! Don’t mind if I ‘yes’.

Wooyoung. Seonghwa’s voice echoes through their heads, serving as a warning. That is, until they hear his next words. Save some for the rest of us, yeah?

You’re all despicable. Yeosang has to resist the urge to shake his head.

Says the one who was peeping on them having a bath last night. San adds, hiding his smirk behind his drink as he takes a sip.

Immediately, Yeosang’s cheeks flare, his harsh gaze landing on the aforementioned male. That’s different!

Relax. Yunho chuckles, leaning back in his own chaise as he watches you turn the next page of your book. So beautiful, and so oblivious to the desire swirling within each of them for you, and you alone.

We’ve all thought about it before. Jongho adds.

Well, some more than others. Hongjoong’s laugh reverberates through all of them. Let’s just make sure everything is ready for tonight. Then we can really have our fun.

Without hesitation, they all agree, and unbeknownst to you, four pairs of eyes turn to look at you from across the pool. You don’t even look up from your book. At least, not until movement catches your attention. Then, you cannot help the way your eyes widen, gaze flitting between the pages of your book and subtly attempting to check out the male making his way over to the edge of the pool.

"Put a shirt on, you heathen." Yeosang hisses at San. "You're making them uncomfortable.”

San simply quirks a brow, turning to face Yeosang in the next second. His expression says it all. 

A smugness soon settles over his features as he feels your gaze trailing over the expanse of his back. The skin of which he knows would look even better if it were covered in your marks. He rolls his shoulders.

Turning back around, San watches you quickly avert your gaze, focussing a little too intently on the page you’re now on in your book. He smirks, slowly sitting at the edge of the pool so that he can lower himself in. Purposefully, he tenses the muscles in his arms as he sinks in, wanting- no, needing- your gaze on him. As soon as he feels your stare, he knows he’s captivated you once more.

See? See how toned his arms are? How well they would look wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear? San bets you would sound so divine as he makes the sweetest love to you, but he knows that you’ll taste even better.

He doesn’t even need to probe your mind to know you’re thinking about him, too.

Okay, now you’re just showing off. Mingi whines.

Not my fault you got caught having to set up for tonight. San smirks, and he watches as you seemingly come back to reality, only to see that smug expression on his face. 

You avert your gaze, embarrassed you got caught staring yet again. Reaching for one of the glasses of water on the table beside you, you suddenly feel your body going hot. All of these attractive men will be the death of you, you’re sure.

You fail to see the way their lips quirk upwards as a result.

Taking a sip of water, you feel yourself start to relax at the coldness that meets your tongue. Carefully, you tilt your head to the side, placing the cool of the glass onto the skin of your neck. You let out a content hum, eyes fluttering closed as a result. At least this is helping to cool you off.

Jongho swallows the sudden dryness in his throat, and he’s knows he’s not the only one affected by your actions. The sudden display of your neck as you tilt your head back, so open and vulnerable, is practically begging for them to have a taste of your delicate skin with their tongues. Perhaps a few bite marks would suffice as well…

Thoughts of tonight, and what is still yet to come fill Jongho’s head, and he can feel the anticipation eating him alive. Making you theirs could not come soon enough.

Speaking of… Hongjoong’s voice resounds through the younger’s head. Jongho, it’s time.

The other three watch as Jongho stands from his spot, beginning to slowly make his way over to you. There’s a sort of nervousness to his steps, one which they all understand. Your answer right now will depend on how the beginning of this afternoon and evening with them will begin.

Glancing up from the pages of your book, you notice Jongho now hovering near you.

“Do you mind if I sit with you?” A soft smile rests on his features as he meets your gaze, an air of nervousness surrounding him.

“Uh, sure.” You blink, quirking a brow at him in curiosity in the next second. “Those guys bothering you too much, or something?”

Even though you say it teasingly, Jongho lets out a chuckle, “you could say that.”

Slowly, and with each move deliberate, Jongho takes the seat directly beside you. It’s the closest he can get to you currently without sitting in the same chaise with you, and pulling you into his lap like he so badly wants to do.

Soon. He tells himself. He’ll be able to do that soon.

A few minutes pass by, and it kills him not to have your direct attention on him like his is so attuned to you. No, you’re still much more focussed on your book for the moment. That is, until your tongue clicks loudly, your book slamming closed once you place your bookmark carefully back inside.

“That bad, huh?” He jokes, one of his eyebrows raised in amusement as he looks at you.

“You don’t know the half of it,” you roll your eyes. “But it’s the last book in the series and I’ll be damned if I don’t see it to completion.”

“Why do you continue to read it if it’s that horrible?” Jongho’s head tilts, genuine curiosity shining in his eyes.

“Spite.” You reply immediately. “Pure spite.”

Jongho blinks, intrigued. “What’s it about?”

So you tell him, and fuck, if Jongho doesn’t fall harder for you right then and there. The passion in which you speak with, the fire he sees light behind your eyes as he watches you wave the book around in your hand, even going to far as to hit the cover a few times to emphasize your points, has him hanging on to every word. 

You’re so captivating; mesmerizing to watch and listen to, that he doesn’t even realize just how much time has passed since he first came to sit beside you. Plus, he’s gotten to learn so much about you in such a short period of time. Ecstatic doesn’t even begin to describe how he’s feeling at the moment.

The only thing that would make this moment better would be if you agreed to what he’s about to ask you.

“Anyways, sorry for the long ass rant,” you apologize, somewhat sheepishly. “There’s just so much I could say about these books and this author.”

“Never feel like you should apologize for something you’re passionate about.” Comes his honest reply. “Especially not to me. I could listen to you talk for hours.”

Jongho’s words catch you by surprise, stunning you into a shy silence. In the back of your mind, his bluntness makes something within you question his words. You’ve only just met, and he’s being very forward. Still, his smile is kind, and it causes you to crack a small one of your own.

“Really, though,” he adds, a calculating look to his gaze now. One which you miss. “We’re hosting a special dinner tonight for everyone. You should join us.”

“Everyone at the hotel?” You question, a minor furrow to your brows.

“You could say that.” Jongho nods. “We’d really love it if you could attend.”

“How fancy are we talking here?”

Jongho smiles. You seem interested, and he could not be happier. “Wear you finest.”

“Oh.” Immediately, your expression falls. “I don’t think I’ll be able to attend, then. I’m afraid I don't have anything with me that’s appropriate for a dinner like that.”

“No need to worry,” Jongho assures you. “There’s a tailor’s shop that Seonghwa runs at the far end of the hotel. I’m sure there’s something there that you can wear for the evening.”

“That’s…” you try and find the right word. Suspicious. Convenient. “Interesting.”

“Great! We’ll be expecting you around eight.” Jongho stands, and it’s only now do you realize that the other three males have vacated the vicinity, leaving the two of you utterly alone. Something in his eyes flash, the smile that paints his lips serving to unnerve you slightly. “Don’t be late.”

Without another word, or even giving you the chance to respond, Jongho is leaving you to yourself by the pool.

Glancing around, you blink a few times, hardly able to wrap your head around not even seeing the others so much as leave. Checking the time, you see that it’s about halfway past two in the afternoon. Perhaps you should go check out this tailor’s place Jongho had mentioned earlier. The last thing you want to do is be stuck without an outfit for tonight, especially if they’re now expecting you for dinner.

A few minutes later, and after dropping off your book back to your room, you’re standing in front of the doors to the tailor shop. Taking a breath, you step inside.

Quite a spacious room greets you, fairly open concept in design with clothes scattered along the walls on different racks. They seem to be organized by type, and a part of you wonders if some of these clothes have been accidentally left behind or forgotten by previous patrons of the hotel.

The sound of a curtain sliding on a rail catches your attention, and your eyes are drawn to the back of the shop where Seonghwa seems to emerge from.

“Ah, there you are. I’ve been expecting you.” He smiles, and at your questioning look, he adds, “Jongho was just here to fill me in on what you need.”

“Uh,” there’s a certain drawl to the way he says those words that have your lips parting slightly. You clear your throat. “That was quick.”

“Come.” Seonghwa seemingly brushes off your statement, turning around to step back through the way he came. “I’ve got a few options you might like.”

Following him into the back of the shop, you realize that there’s a small fitting area with a large panelled mirror positioned around a raised circular stand. A dressing room rests just beside it, another curtain drawn in front of it for some semblance of privacy. To the opposite side of the mirror, a rack rests with eight different dresses hanging delicately on silk hangers.

The awe filled expression that rests on your face has his heart racing in his chest, a soft grin tugging at his lips. “Pick out your favourite, and then you can try it on.”

You step closer to the rack, hands ghosting the material of the gowns.

“Are you sure these aren’t too…” you hesitate, searching for the right word as you turn to meet his gaze, “extravagant for me?”

“If anything, none of them could ever do you justice.” His honest reply has a heat rising to your cheeks, and even though you turn to continue inspecting the dresses, you can feel his gaze piercing your back. 

Saying nothing, your gaze lands on one dress in particular. Pulling it slightly out from the rack, you examine the lace material. The black colour which starts at the swooped neckline slowly transitions into a navy, until it fades into a royal blue at the very bottom of the floor length skirt. Plus, as an added bonus, there are lace sleeves which look as if they’ll reach all the way down your arms and to your wrists. You’ve never seen a dress more perfect for you, or that you’ve loved more at first glance.

“Do you like that one?” Seonghwa’s voice manages to pull you out of your own thoughts, an eagerness to his words. He knew he picked right when he grabbed that gown for you. The thought alone of you wearing it nearly sent him to his knees, and it’s in his favourite colours, too.

“I do.” You confirm with a hum, looking over the dress for another time.

There’s only one slight issue that you can see. The dress appears to be slightly form fitting, and you’re not sure how it may look on you.

“Well, go on then,” he encourages with a smile, motioning to the dressing room behind you. “Try it on.”

For a brief moment, you hesitate, your hand pausing halfway when you go to reach for the hanger. That is, until you decide that there’s really no harm in simply trying it on. If you don’t like it, there are several others you can choose from. Besides, the red one you see hanging right next to it is definitely not a bad second choice.

Gently, you remove the dress from the rack, stepping into the small dressing room in order to change. Fortunately for you, the dress seems to fit like a glove - having no issues slipping into it, and pulling the zipper up with ease. Unfortunately for you, there’s no mirrors in this little dressing room, which means you have to step outside in order to see how you look wearing the gown. 

Really, in hind sight, you saw this coming. However, faced with the prospect of stepping out in a slightly form fitting gown in front of a man you don’t know, a handsome man who has complimented you, nonetheless, you find yourself feeling a bit self conscious. Perhaps this dress wasn’t the best choice after all. Still, you really do want to see how you look.

Taking a deep breath to steel your nerves, you slide the curtain open.

“Wow,” Seonghwa’s breath gets stolen right from his lungs as he sees you step out in his dress. His desire for you, which roars unashamedly beneath the surface of his skin, becomes the most difficult it’s even been to hold back. So much so, that he lets his eyes slip for the briefest of moment, the darkness swirling within.

Thank fuck you don’t seem to notice, too busy smoothing out the front of the material as worry seems to tug at your features.

“That bad, huh?” You grimace, fingers twitching at your sides as you stand there in front of the mirror, tense as anything. “I knew I shouldn’t have-“

“You look beautiful.” His raw voice- a few tones deeper than usual and on the verge of sounding strained- rumbles out from his chest.

So badly does he just want to walk over to you, rip that dress right off, and pull you into his arms as he pleases you in any and every way he knows how. He’s glad he blocked off his mind link with the others for this occasion, otherwise they’d receive his much too vivid thoughts about taking you up against the wall right now and claiming you as his like he’s always longed to do.

Besides, they wanted who’s dress you wore tonight at dinner to be a surprise.

Seonghwa’s lips part as he swallows the dryness in his throat, attempting to at least control his breathing to no avail. You really have no idea the effect you have on him, on all of them, do you?

Lifting your head to meet his gaze through the reflection of the mirror, you’re caught off guard by how dark his eyes have become. Even his breathing has gone irregular, his chest rising and falling dramatically with each inhale that he takes.

When you blink, you expect it to all just be your imagination. Only, this time, that does not seem to be the case. Seonghwa is still looking at you with those eyes when you reopen your own - dark eyes filled with an undeniable lust for you.

Slowly, Seonghwa begins to close the distance between the two of you, stalking towards you like a predator would its prey. You cannot help but freeze, eyes following his every movement as he comes to stand behind you. The way he places his hands tenderly onto your waist, holding onto you so gently, completely contrasts the darkness continuously swirling within his irises.

Tilting his head forward, Seonghwa presses the lower half of his face against your shoulder, placing his lips onto your bare skin. His eyes flutter closed, nose slowly trailing up the side of your neck as he shifts to breathe in your scent.

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel the ghost of his breath tickle you right below your ear. Your heart jumps into your throat.

Of all the words he could use to describe you right now - sinful, breathtaking, gorgeous, his - he finally settles on the perfect one.

“Divine.” He exhales, voice low as he leans forward to rest his head against your own.

Your breath hitches as you feel his grip tighten around your waist, fingers sinking into the softness of your skin as he scents you once more. The uncertainty he can sense coming off of you has him halting in his tracks, a sense of dread washing over him. He might have taken things a bit too far just now. You’re not even officially theirs yet. 

He silently curses himself. What good is control when he apparently doesn’t seem to have any around you? You make him go crazy. You’re just so irresistible.

Feeling his grip slacken ever so slightly, you move to turn around in his arms. Only, when you twist your body to face him, he’s no longer standing behind you. Instead, he seems to be rummaging around in a box off to the side, not even looking at you.

Did you just imagine what just happened?

You shake your head. That can’t be possible. You aren’t that touched starved so as to imagine intimate scenarios with the first handsome man who gives you an ounce of attention. At least, you don’t think you are.

“Oh, are you finished looking over the dress?” Seonghwa hums, head lifting to meet your gaze. Straightening himself back up with a small smile on his face, you notice  an elegant pair of shoes in his hands. “You’ve been staring at your refection for quite a while. Is everything okay?”

You blink. Did you really just zone out for the last few minutes?

“Yeah-” you clear your throat. “Yeah. Everything fine.”

“If you’re still not sure if you like the gown, why don’t you try it with these?” He offers you the shoes that he holds in his hand. “They should fit.”

“Oh,” you take the shoes from his outstretched hand, “thanks.”

It was only for a second, but his fingers grazed your own. Immediately he felt that all too familiar beast stirring within him, and after he had just managed to calm it down, too. His hands are still burning from being able to feel you beneath his touch.

Slipping the shoes onto your feet, you turn to your reflection once more. This time, a smile rests on your features as you take in your appearance. You really do look stunning.

“Are you really sure I can wear this tonight?” Your voice manages to call Seonghwa’s attention once more. “I mean, is it really okay if I borrow it?”

“Of course!” His answer is immediate, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles at you. “In fact, why don’t you keep it? It looks far better on you than the hanger, anyways.”

Again, a warmth spreads itself across your cheeks as you glance away shyly. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, Darling.” He hums, a fond look shining within his eyes. “Now, why don’t you change and I’ll wrap up that dress for you?”

“Alright,” you reply softly, already heading back into the little dressing room and sliding the curtain shut behind you.

In no time at all, you’re back into your regular clothes, gown resting on the hanger once more. You take a moment to admire the material again before exiting the dressing room, the dress draped over your arm.

Handing it over to Seonghwa, he places it into a carrying bag for you, careful not to damage the material. The sound of the zipper closing pulls you out of your thoughts, many of which you’ve been attempting to sort through in the past few minutes alone.

“If you need any help with your makeup, I’m sure Hongjoong would be more than happy to assist you.” Seonghwa tells you, handing you the bag with the gown held within.

“I didn’t know he could do makeup,” you hum, impressed. “That’s pretty cool. I think I’ll be okay, though.”

With a nod of his head and a final farewell until tonight, Seonghwa watches you leave the little tailor’s shop. His eyes follow you for as long as he can, and as soon as you disappear from his sight, a sigh is falling from his lips. 

Running his fingers through his hair, he shakes his head. 

You really have no idea what you do to him. To all of them. How long they’ve waited just to catch a glimpse of you in person, planning everything out perfectly down to each and every last minute. Nothing is going to stop them from finally claiming what they’ve all long since desired. 

By the end of the night, you will be theirs.

Making it back to your room, you’re quick to step inside. Carefully, you hang the dress off to the side for later tonight, a soft smile tugging at your lips. Glancing at the time, you see a few hours have passed already, and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. 

There’s no way time should have moved that quickly! It should have only taken you an hour, maybe an hour and a half at most to have tried on that dress with Seonghwa. You could have swore it was only half passed two when you first made your way over there. So, how can it already be five o’clock?

You huff, shaking your head to clear your thoughts. Maybe you really are losing it. First, you’re missing seeing people that are apparently right in front of your eyes. Then, you keep swearing you’re hearing things, like that weird thump in the bathroom last night. Now, you’re pretty sure you’re starting to hallucinate things.

Perhaps it’s best if you leave this place after dinner tonight instead of in the morning like you originally planned. You would leave sooner, but they’re already expecting you for the evening, and you do not want to be rude. Especially given everything they’ve done and provided for you in the past twenty-four hours alone.

Either way, you just hope this evening passes quickly, and without a hitch.

An hour later and you begin to get ready for the evening. You’re just glad you remembered to pack your makeup bag. Once you’re finished, you still have a bit of time to spare, so you spend the remainder reading some more of your book while you wait. Around five to the hour, you head to the lobby.

Emerging from the hallway, you actually see someone standing in front of the reception desk wearing a finely tailored suit. You watch as the man turns around, and you come face to face with Yeosang whose eyes light up as soon as he sees you. You return his kind smile with a polite nod of your head.

“I’m here to escort you to dinner.” He says, extending an arm out to you. “Shall we?”

You loop your arm around his, “we shall.”

As Yeosang walks with you down a separate hall and to a section of the hotel you have yet to traverse, he revels at your touch. The feeling of your arm wrapped around his is like no other, skin tingling beneath the material of his suit wherever you touch. The whole time, he cannot help but steal glances at you from the corner of his eyes.

When he first saw you emerge from the hallway, his breath got caught in his throat. You look absolutely divine, even if you’re not wearing the dress he had picked out for you in hopes that you would wear it. 

His jaw had twitched at that, slight irritation flooding his veins at the thought of you wearing Seonghwa’s gown tonight. Well, let’s see what the others make of it, and if they think the eldest might have influenced your decision as well.

After a solid minute of walking, in which you make idle smalltalk with Yeosang, you reach a set of intricately carved wooden doors. You marvel at both the size and design as they open, seemingly on their own, to reveal a finely decorated room. A room which looks much too small to house all of the guest that you were sure were going to be joining you for dinner. 

A single table with nine place settings sits in the centre of the room, lit candles lining the middle.

Around the table, the other seven stand precariously placed throughout the room. Some converse with each other while a few others sip on the drinks they all seem to be holding in their hands. Each wears a finely tailored suit, wanting to look their absolute best for you.

As soon as those doors open, and they see you walking through the threshold being escorted by Yeosang, all of their focus immediately belongs to you.

Heartbeats accelerate all around, shivers running down a few of their spines as they take in the ethereal being that is you standing before them. Each man takes his time trailing his gaze over your body, drinking in the image that is you, and searing this moment into their memories for years to come.

Finally, after all of their planning, after all of their efforts and hard work, there you stand. Ready for their taking.

A few send pointed looks in Seonghwa’s direction at seeing the choice in dress you’re wearing, but they can deal with that later. Even if you are not wearing their own chosen gown for you, there is no denying your beauty.

Mingi is the first to seemingly snap out of the spell you’ve captivated them in at your arrival. Instantly, he’s appearing at your side, offering you a glass similar to all of theirs. You take it with a small nod in thanks, noticing how Yeosang already seems to be holding one of his own. You didn’t even notice him take one.

Taking a sip of your drink, your eyes search the room once more.

“Not to be rude, or presumptuous, or anything,” you begin, a look of mild confusion on your face, “but isn’t this dinner supposed to be for everyone staying at the hotel?”

“It is,” Hongjoong confirms, a gentle expression taking over his features. “Everyone is already here.”

He seriously cannot be telling you that you are their only guest at this hotel. It’s impossible.

“I know,” Yunho chuckles. “It’s hard to believe that you’re our only guest.”

There he goes again, seemingly reading your mind.

“Please,” Hongjoong motions to the table before you, “join us.”

A smile that you’re sure is meant to assure you appears on his face, only serving to unnerve you at the way his eyes lock onto your figure, watching your ever move.

Stepping towards the table, you see Seonghwa already pulling a chair out for you to sit in. Of course it would have to be the one right in the centre of the set of three. 

Four chairs rest across from you, while two more sit at each head.

Slowly, you take your seat, allowing Seonghwa to tuck you in while thanking him politely. 

As if they’ve done this countless times before, the eight men slide up to the table beside their own respective seats, moving fluidly as one to sit down. Hongjoong sits to your left while Seonghwa takes the seat to your right. Mingi sits at one head of the table, while San takes the other end. Across from you rests Yunho, Yeosang, Jongho, and Wooyoung in that order exactly, starting from your left.

You’re starting to think you stumbled upon a cult or something by accident.

Wooyoung has to cover up a snort of laughter just as he goes to take a sip of his drink, choking on the liquid in the next second. Jongho pats his back comfortingly.

“Are you alright?” Your brow furrows in concern as you look at the male across from you.

“Never better.” He clears his throat, offering you a cheeky grin in response.

In the next moment, Yunho is drawing your attention onto him as he asks you a question, a casual conversation soon starting between the nine of you. The more time you spend surrounded by these eight men, the more you start to relax. You don’t necessarily feel uncomfortable around them, it’s just the hotel that’s giving you such an ominous feeling.

Perhaps that’s where you go wrong.

It happens so suddenly, that you almost miss it. One second the place settings in front of you are empty, and the next, a steaming plate of food appears before your very eyes.

You startle in your seat, pressing yourself as far into the back of it as you can. With wide eyes, you stare down at your meal.

“Is something the matter?” Hongjoong asks, and you look up to find eight pairs of eyes all staring at you.

“Uh-” your voice catches in your throat, not quite sure how to describe the phenomenon that has just occurred in front of you.

“San worked very hard all evening on the meals,” Hongjoong adds, a glimmer in his eyes.

“I hope you enjoy!” Said man calls from just off to the side.

“Right,” you reply, somewhat warily. How can they all be acting like nothing abnormal just happened? “Thanks.”

Picking up your utensils, you clutch the steak knife tightly in your hand. Intently, you stare down at your food, half expecting your asparagus to come alive in the next second and start swishing from side to side like dragon tails.

“Go ahead,” Jongho catches your gaze from across the table, a piece of steak already speared on his fork and poised in the air halfway to his mouth. “Dig in.”

Immediately, you comply, worried you might appear rude for hesitating for so long before taking a bite of your meal. Softly, you chew the bite of your steak, the flavour melting on your tongue.

“Well?” San looks to you, almost expectantly.

“It’s delicious,” you reply, your whole demeanour calming as you see that look of joy take over his features. “Like always.”

“Our Sannie really knows how to cook,” Mingi says, a teasing lilt to his voice despite his praise.

“He’s the only one who won’t burn down the kitchen if left alone in one.” Yeosang replies, and you notice the way Mingi looks almost scandalized at his words.

“I would never!” He gasps dramatically.

The laugh that they all hear fall from your lips is like music to their ears.

The more they continue to bicker, the more you seem to ease back into your own comfort around them. You even go so far as to chime in here and there once again in the conversation, much to each of their pleasure, and relief in some cases. Just as you’re beginning to converse with Yunho, Jongho, and Yeosang about your favourite books, Wooyoung spares a glance around the table, locking gazes with the man sitting across from him.

So, are we going to discuss how our eldest here influenced our beloved to wear his dress? Wooyoung’s eyes narrow ever so subtly at the man before him.

Do you really think that little of me, brother? Seonghwa hums in response, quirking his brow slightly in challenge.

He’s not the only one suspicious of what your intentions were. San chimes in, resting his elbows on the table in front of him and clasping his hands beneath his chin, seeing as he’s finished his meal for the time being.

I had no influence over her decision what-so-ever. She made that choice all on her own. Seonghwa replies. It’s not my fault you all seem to lack taste.

Mingi chokes on his drink, blood rushing to the tips of his ears as annoyance floods his veins. At least you spare him a concerned glance, your inquiry into whether he’s okay or not immediately soothing his anger.

Watch it, Hwa. Hongjoong warns, sparing a glance at the male from the corner of his eyes, only to get enraptured by your excited expression in the next moment.

What happened in there, anyways? Yeosang adds without so much as breaking eye contact with you.

Wouldn’t you like to know? Seonghwa leans back slightly in his seat, a certain smugness surrounding him.

Yes. Jongho’s voice echoes through their heads. I think we’d all like to know that.

What did you do? Yunho asks, somewhat accusatory. He’s still suspicious that the eldest had something to do with which dress you picked for this evening, just as the rest of them are.

Fucking hell. Seonghwa lets out a small puff of air, low enough that you do not take notice. In a flash, Seonghwa is sharing his memories with the rest of them. Well, only certain aspects of them. There. Happy now?

No. Mingi grumbles. Now, I just feel worse.

Somehow knowing you were telling the truth makes my blood boil. Yeosang adds bitterly.

Can we not focus on how wonderful she looks instead? Jongho questions, a glint of awe shining in his eyes as he looks across the table at you while resting his head in the palm of his hand.

Has anyone thought to compliment her yet tonight? Hongjoong’s brow furrows only slightly as he doesn’t recall any of them showering you with any of the praise you deserve.

“By the way, I must say,” Wooyoung speaks, drawing your full, undivided attention towards him, “you look absolutely riveting this evening. That dress looks wondrous on you.”

“Oh, uh,” instantly, heat flares to your cheeks and your eyes go wide. A mental image of your little escapade, or rather, what you think you had simply imagined in that shop with Seonghwa flits through your mind. You blink, unaware of how the males around you all stiffen, the air in the room shifting in intensity. “Thank you.”

Park Seonghwa. The way Hongjoong drawls his name out has the elder male holding his breath in anticipation. Is there something you’d like to share with the rest of us?

Not particularly. Either Seonghwa is incredibly brave to continue hiding this from his brothers, or incredibly stupid. As soon as he feels seven mental spears probing at his mind, he knows it’s the latter.

A thwack resounds around the room as Yunho bangs his knee from beneath the table, the sound enough to make you jump.

“I thought we agreed not to touch her, to indulge in her until she was finally ours.” Hongjoong’s voice is low, ominous, as he stares right past you to the male directly to your right.

“You can’t blame me!” Seonghwa replies. “I know any of you would have done the same if given the chance. Don’t act so innocent here.”

Your eyes widen, heart hammering in your chest at his words. You have no idea what’s going on now, and you don’t think you want to stick around to find out.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Mingi warns, making eye contact with you just as the thought of fleeing crosses your mind.

“Okay, just what the hell is going on here?” Your voice draws all of their attention to you once more, and you end up shrinking back in your seat when you suddenly find yourself beneath the gazes of all eight men’s stares.

“There’s no point in keeping it from you any longer. You were bound to find out anyways, this is just not how we planned on telling you.” Hongjoong sighs, leaning back in his chair as he closes his eyes for a brief moment. “I’m sure you’ve noticed something’s amiss by now.”

“Tell me what?” Fear spikes within you. “That you guys are all part of some weird cult?”

Wooyoung, Yunho, San, and Mingi all burst out laughing at your words.

“You could say that,” Yeosang sighs. “It certainly feels like it sometimes.”

Your heartbeat rings in your ears.

“Stop that, you’re scaring her.” Jongho frowns.

Before you can say another word, someone is beating you to it.

“No, we’re not cultists.” Seonghwa sighs. “Though, I don’t think you’re going to feel much better learning what our true nature is.”

“Your ‘true nature’?” The furrow in your brow deepens, panic clear now on your features. “Don’t tell me you all think you’re vampires, or some shit like that.”

“Not quite,” San chuckles from the end of the table.

“More like demonic entities, if you will.” Again, that unnerving smile is back on Hongjoong’s features.

Your heart jumps into your throat. “You’re demons?”

“More or less,” Yunho shrugs casually, as if this is a conversation they have every day.

“No.” You state, placing a hand onto of the table to brace yourself with. “No. This isn’t possible.”

“Anything is possible, my dear,” Seonghwa grins. Truly, a chilling sight which sends a shiver right down your spine.

“This is insane.” You hiss, shaking your head as you stare at your hand placed on the table. Your fingers brush against something familiar.

“The first step towards sanity is embracing the insane.” Hongjoong replies, and you turn to see him stand from his chair.

“Do you really think that everything that’s happened to you within the past thirty-six hours has been natural?” Hongjoong cocks his head at you as he tilts your chair slightly to face him. “We have powers that you cannot even begin to comprehend, Love.”

You swallow the dryness in your throat. “I don’t believe you.”

“It wasn’t some random force that compelled you to take a road trip on your one weekend off,” Hongjoong grins, his eyes flashing black. “It was us.”

A gasp escapes you as his dark eyes lock onto yours. So you haven’t been imagining things. Their eyes really do shift black.

With your heartbeat ringing through your ears, you lean as far back in your seat as you can to get away from him. Your one hand still rests firmly on the table beside you, and you can feel the other’s eyes on you, watching your every move. Waiting with bated breath. For what, you’re not quite sure, but if they have strong powers, and what you’ve been experiencing- been assuming- is all true, then they can also read your mind. Your thoughts are no longer safely your own.

“What is it that you want from me, then?” You meet Hongjoong’s gaze, and you watch as it softens.

“I thought we all made that obvious by now,” he shares a quick glance with the males all sitting around the table, grins pulling onto all of their faces. “We just want you.”

“Me?” To say you’re caught off guard would be an understatement. “You mean you want my soul?”

“Sure, your soul would be nice.” Mingi nods.

“To have and to hold,” Jongho agrees with a nod of his own.

“To cherish and protect,” Wooyoung adds.

“To love and to care for.” San hums, taking another sip from his drink.

“Only if you give it to us willingly,” Seonghwa’s voice is surprisingly soft; tender.

“But never for us to take.” Yeosang shakes his head slightly, as if to emphasize his words.

“Or to keep.” Yunho assures you.

You spare a glance around you as best as you can, confusion clear in your eyes. “I don’t follow.”

“What we’re saying is,” Hongjoong takes a moment to meet your gaze, a tender look shining behind his irises as a smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “we want you. All of you. Mind, body, and soul.”

You can do nothing but stare at him, words failing you as your lips part. You swear your heart is about to burst with how intensely it thunders away in your chest.

“Of course, we would love it if you agreed to become ours willingly,” Hongjoong adds, and you can hear the underlying threat beneath his words. At the sense of fear that spikes within you, he’s quick to assure you. “I promise you that we would never hurt you.”

“We only want to love you,” Seonghwa adds softly.

“To cherish you,” Mingi breathes.

“To protect you,” San voices gently.

“To worship you,” Wooyoung says, voice barely above a whisper.

“To live out the rest of our lives together,” Yeosang’s breath catches slightly in his throat.

“To always be there for you,” Jongho nods his head assuringly in your direction.

“You are everything to us,” Yunho whispers, voice raw with the honesty of his words.

“So please,” Hongjoong draws your attention back to him, his forehead coming to rest against your own as he stares deeply into your eyes, “won’t you let us?”

A small silence settles over the nine of you as you allow their words to sink in. You can barely form any cohesive thoughts, sitting as still as you possibly can as you attempt to wrap you head around this turn of events. Never did you expect for this to happen.

Your lips part, and they all find themselves holding their breaths, greatly anticipating your answer.

“No.”

Hongjoong blinks. This time, it’s his turn to be stunned by your response, pulling away slightly in his shock. “No?”

“No.” You repeat, much firmer this time.

Before any of them can say anything, or even react for that matter, you’re stabbing Hongjoong with your steak knife and pushing him off of you. Standing from your seat with enough force to knock your chair off its balance, you send it toppling to the floor. Not even a moment later, you’re sprinting for the door and out of the dining room, fleeing down the hallway in which you first arrived from.

Your footsteps echo down the corridor as the eight men can only sit there, stunned for the moment at this turn of events. Well, that didn’t go at all how they had planned.

In the blink of an eye, San, Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yeosang have disappeared, chasing after you without a second thought.

“She stabbed me.” Hongjoong voices incredulously, disbelief clear on his face. “She stabbed me.”

“Yes, and?” Seonghwa quirks a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watches Hongjoong pull the knife out of his shoulder, blood dripping onto the floor as he stares intently at the weapon in question. “How does that make you feel?”

“Honestly?” Hongjoong looks over at the older male, nodding his head slightly in awe. “Impressed and horny.”

“Come on,” Seonghwa rolls his eyes at his leader. “Let’s go get our girl.”

Nothing but the sound of the knife clattering to the ground echoes throughout the room as the remaining four of them teleport to where you managed to run off to. You didn’t get very far, only able to reach the lobby before the first half of their group found you. They had appeared in an instant, surrounding you on all sides, and preventing you from escaping. Your pleas to let you go fall on deaf ears.

As soon as you see the other four appear out of thin air, your panic rises. Any and all chance of escape that you had had just now becomes slim to none.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Hongjoong pouts. “And after all that we’ve done for you, too.”

“Just let me leave, and we can pretend that none of this ever happened.” Comes your reply, noting the way a small blotch of red stains the front of his shirt where the knife had pierced him.

“I don’t think you fully comprehend your situation right now,” Hongjoong shakes his head, tutting all the while. “I already told you. You’re ours, and we’re not going to let you go so easily.”

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” you explain, voice coming out much firmer than you thought it would. “I’m going to grab my bag from my room, and then I’m checking out of this godforsaken hotel. I’m going to get into my car, drive home, and none of you will ever see me again.”

“Sure, you can check out of here any time you’d like. This isn’t even a real place,” Hongjoong chuckles as he watches your expression fall, horror at the realization of what his words mean painting your features. “We tried to be reasonable, to give you a choice. Now, you’ll just have to accept the terms you’ve signed yourself up for. You’re ours, and you’re in our domain now, Love. You can never leave.”

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Girl Of My Dreams - Chapter 77: For The Record

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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

You feel the nerves rolling off of you, you just really want this surprise to go off without a hitch that you can't help but worry. You trust that the guys will do everything they can to make sure that it all comes together but you just can't stop thinking about all the possible ways it could go wrong.

Bokuto had sent a text in the groupchat about how he ate at a new restaurant recently and how it was the best food and service he's ever had, which was really just all part of the guys' plan to lure both you and Sakusa to the venue. You had saw it and had mentioned to Sakusa to take you and Kimi, you were ready to pull out all the stops, you were DEFINITELY not above begging, but to your surprise he gave in pretty quickly. Normally he'd opt to just stay in with you and Kimi, not wanting to worry about other people or his fans, but this time he was quick to say yes, he even seemed eager to go. You didn't dwell on it much, just happy you got to preserve your dignity.

You pull up to the restaurant and help Kimi out of the car. "Do you think they have good dessert mommy? If uncle Bo says this place is good their desserts have to be yummy, right? Can I get some dessert after dinner?" She fires off a bunch of questions as you unbuckle her from her booster seat and set her down.

You chuckle but nod your head. "Of course baby, I'm sure they have some yummy desserts for you to choose from!" You watch as the smile on her face grows, no doubt imagining the possible sweet treats she could have afterwards. "Alright, are my girls ready?" Sakusa asks as he comes to stand by your side. You don't notice how nervous he looks, too busy worried about your own plan. "Yes!" Kimi shouts as she excitedly tugs on your hands, going in the direction she assumes is the restaurant.

"Kitty? Munchkin? Sakusa?" You instinctively turn and see Kenma grinning at you. "Uncle Ken!" Kimi excitedly squeals, immediately letting go of your hands as she runs up to the black haired male to be picked up and spun around. You smile at the laughs that escape the both of them. "Did you guys see Bokuto's text too?" He asks and you both nod your heads.

"There's this gaming convention in the building next door, I was going to check it out, I heard there's a bunch of limited edition squishmallows being sold, what do you think about coming with uncle Ken to take a look real quick?" Kenma asks Kimi who's eyes immediately widen at the thought of limited edition squishmallows, you can practically see them sparkling. She glances between you and Sakusa. "Mommy, daddy...can I go with uncle Ken?" She's practically vibrating from excitement that you can't tell her no. You glance over at Sakusa who just nods his head, "Don't take too long." They both cheer before Kenma is carrying Kimi off to the building next door.

You glance at Sakusa and you both break out into laughter seeing how excited the two were. He takes your hand in his and leads you inside, but instead of heading towards the restaurant he pulls you towards a door in the back, the sign beside it indicating that it led to the gardens. "Where are we going Omi?" You ask as he leads you through the sliding doors.

"Just follow me Darling." He says as you take in the multiple trees with fairy lights and vases filled with bouquets of flowers scattered around the area. "I wonder what all this is for...?" You gasp when he leads you towards a bench under one of the trees, overlooking a Koi pond. You smile as you watch the Koi swimming happily in the pond.

He sits on the bench and you follow suit. Eyeing the lights above you and the fish swimming beside you, in the distance you can hear what sounds like a waterfall, no doubt coming from the other end of the pond. "How did you know this was here?" You turn your attention back to Sakusa who's already looking at you. His eyes softening when they meet yours.

"Darling?" His voice is soft but you can hear the determination behind it. "Yes, my love?" He smiles and exhales a deep breath before nodding his head. "I know we've gone about this all wrong. You've met my parents, had sleepovers with the brat, went on dates with me, went on a short getaway trip, said I love you, dealt with my ex and the drama she brought with her, and all these other things before I even asked you to make it official that it just seems weird to ask at this point. But I'm going to anyway, because I don't want you to ever doubt what we have and what I hope for us in the future." He takes your hand in his and you feel your breath catch in your throat with how intensely he's staring at you.

He smiles as he looks into your eyes, "I've told you many times that I was going to make us official, and I meant it. I don't see anyone else I want to spend the rest of my life with if it isn't you. I want you Darling, I want to marry you, I want to raise Kimi with you, I want to start a family with you, I want to grow old with you, I want to love you with everything I have. I want it all with you. Will you please be my girlfriend?" You smile and nod your head.

"Of course I'll be your girlfriend Omi!" You place your hands on either side of his face, pulling him towards you before kissing him with all the love you can muster. It isn't until he pulls away and wipes your tears that you realize you were crying. You were so traumatized from your previous relationship that you never thought you'd be able to love again but Sakusa proved you wrong, time and time again. "You know, when you propose to me you're going to have to up your game right? Because that speech was worthy of being a marriage proposal." You can't help but tease.

He chuckles and nods his head. "Of course, only the best for you Darling." You giggle and playfully roll your eyes. You lay your head on his shoulder, hand in his, as you enjoy the scene before you. "It's almost as if this is all here for us." You mumble as you take a closer look at the flowers. "Because it is." Your eyes widen at his confession before he begins to tell you all about how your friends had set this all up for the both of you and basically told him to just show up. "For the record babe, I would have been happy if you took me out to eat and asked me then. I'm not picky." You say as you give his hand a squeeze. "Please tell our friends that." You laugh at the slight hint of annoyance in his voice. You glance at the scenery one more time before you're pulling him to his feet. "Now let's go eat, I'm starving."

Ah! They're finally official. 🥺

We're almost to the end everyone! Just a couple more chapters. Also thank you so much to everyone that reblogs the chapters because the notes have been declining since I first started this and it just boosts my motivation when I see you guys sharing it or commenting on it. So I just wanted to let you know I see and appreciate y'all. 💗🥰

There was no gaming convention but Kenma was prepared and did in fact have a few limited edition squishmallows for our favorite brat..

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We're almost done! Stick around for a little longer, it'll be worth it.

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Watching Penelope grieving James is a special kind of torture. He has never had the strength to watch Pen cry, even as children her tears always sent him into a panic. On the one hand, as her oldest and dearest friend, he wants to shelter her and her babes in his arms until her heart hurts a little less. On the other hand he is so desperately, hopelessly, and devoutly in love with her that any comfort he offers her makes him feel like an opportunistic cad.

His heart is so heavy with guilt because as much as it hurts him to see her suffer, his foolish selfish heart, also cannot help the ember of hope that someday she may learn to love him again. God, what sort of person thinks like that? He cared for James, even considered him a dear respected friend. He always admired how James put Pen first. That he chose her then took on God, Queen and Country to have her. James was a man of remarkable convictions and fierce loyalty. God, Agatha and Thomas will never know how great a man their father was, they will not even have memories of him as a cold comfort. He must look for the letter James sent him with the birth announcement waxing poetic about how extraordinary little Agatha was. He will have set it aside for safe keeping to save it for her.

Penelope is not recovered enough to travel to Scotland and with almost all the Bridgerton ladies pregnant Pen opts to hold the Memorial for James in Kent. Colin sits with the rest of their family with Agatha asleep in his arms in the packed church and watches in awe as Penelope stands unfaltering at the alter a picture of regal devastation. He is reminded once more that Pen is the same girl that held the whole of society in the palm of her tiny hand at 17. The power Lady Whistledown possessed over words as a young girl is even more finely honed as a woman in grief. Standing in the ashes of her happily ever after Penelope captivates once more with the moving eulogy she delivers about her husband. Colin can see that even Cressida Cowper is moved to tears. If that is not a sign of Pen's immense talent, he doesn't know what is. He was unaware that harpy even had tear ducts.

He watches his mother and Fran hold Pen's trembling hands throughout the rest of the service. He has no idea how she remains so stoic as he can see in her eyes how fragile her control is currently. Disgustingly, he knows half the people at the memorial service are there to gawk at Lady Whistledown rather than to pay their respects to James Debling husband, father, and Earl. He hates how these degenerates have turned Jame's memorial into a spectacle. James deserved better, so does his family.

He knows Pen will crumble on the carriage ride back to Aubrey hall. She will never give the Ton the satisfaction of witnessing her tears no matter the circumstances. She is so gloriously strong that way. His family close ranks around Pen and Agatha during the receiving line and the entire morning thereafter.

Watching Portia Featherington shame gawkers who attempt to approach Pen is a welcome surprise. He knows Portia has never forgiven Penelope for the Whistledown enterprise, not even when Pen less graciously pointed out that if not for her income they would have ended up on the streets. A sympathetic nod is exchanged between Portia and Pen then nothing more.

He spends that evening at his father's graveside mourning for James, Pen, Aggie, Thomas, and himself. He promises himself that he will be patient. He will set his desires aside and just be her friend, her support. He will have a lifetime to love her but first he owes it to her to help her find joy again without expectations. He knows mother and Hyacinth are planning to stay down in Scotland for the next year to help Pen and to spend time with Fran and the baby. He will likely join them, he will speak with mother to see what would be best.

He watches Pen's resilience grow as she scratches and craws her way through debilitating grief and exhaustion to play doting mother and aunt for the children during the day only to succumb to her loss at night. She gets better at it, not that the grief lessens but she learns to function around it. She is with mother at Francesca’s side in the delivery room a pillar of bossy support and love. John Penn Stirling is born on 20 February 1818 at Aubrey Hall to the joy of all.

Colin knows once Fran heals and little John hits 3 months the Stirling and Debling families will head back to Scotland. That will allow mother enough time for Kate and Daphne to give birth. He wants nothing more than to keep the Debling family safe and secure on his family’s estate but he knows Pen will be headed back to Scotland to care for James’ mother and aunt.

Watching Pen tearfully part from his siblings, nieces, and nephews is terrible but watching his siblings part from Agatha and Thomas is gut wrenching. Anthony will never admit it but Agatha is his favorite, she can often be found climbing up into his lap to cuddle and nap. It is hilarious to see the fearsome Viscount Bridgerton seated at the head of the family table attempting to be stern with a tiny blond cherub passed out on him. His siblings almost always plop Aggie into his arms when he is getting frustrated with them, because they know her adorable dimples and her lisped attempts to say Anthony's name always turn him into a pile of mush. No matter how often he has heard Pen bemoaning his siblings for weaponizing her daughter he always catches the humor in her eyes at the sight.

8 months after James' passing shorty after settling into Scotland for the year Colin receives a letter via lawyer from James.

01 September 1815

Colin,

You may be the only other person in the world who understands the honor and the privilege it is to love and be loved in return by Penelope Featherington. She is special our Penelope, I knew from the first moment she smiled at me. I looked into her eyes and thought I have been waiting for you all my life.

It took me 27 years to find Penelope, there was not a force on earth that could have kept her from me once I found her. I was prepared to do battle with you for her hand while I was courting her, but you never realized you were in love with her.

It was our astute Penelope, who cleared up the confusion for me. She told me that you both have spent a decade with your lives so intertwined with one another that it was difficult to see where one began and the other ended. That while you had love for her you had not the experience to understand what that love was. She told me she didn't want to spend her life waiting for you to go out and gain experience in the hopes that you would come back to her. She wanted to live her life to the fullest. She said you were her first love but timing was never your strong suit.

She wanted to build a future with me, travel, have half a dozen children and grow old with me. How could I do anything other than fulfill her wishes? I thank God every day that, that extraordinary woman found it in her heart to make room for our love to grow. Everyone believes Penelope's gift is words but I believe it is her empathy and her ability to love that makes her so incredible.

If you have received his letter then I am dead. I hope I got to give Penelope more than a handful of years together.Do not let her heart go to waste, Colin.Protect her, do not let her stop living, help her heal, and then man up and give that remarkable woman we both love all she deserves. If we have children together love them for me, please.

Sincerely,

James Debling

#bridgerton #bridgerton s3 #polin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton

[warabidakihime]

Lost in Paradise

★ characters: uzui tengen x reader X sanemi shinazugawa | modern au

★ plot summary: what happens when two people are left alone in a deserted island with no way of communicating with the outside world? they fall in love, of course.

★ fic playlist: TBA

★ content warnings : smut, profanity, implied adultery/cheating, slightly graphic.

a/n: this was just an idea that came up to me randomly and i immediately want to write it, so here it is. i know i have a lot of fics uploaded at the moment and i'm so behind on updates, but i can't help it. i also miss writing for tengen, but don't worry, once things have finally calmed down, i will get back to writing. i also really don't want to force myself to write as it will affect the quality of the story so i opted to write only when i'm in the mood.

anyway! i hope you enjoy this one the way you enjoyed parallel lines and invisible strings! also, speaking of tengen, the epilogue for invisible strings is currently underway so keep an eye on that too.

as always! comments and feed backs are highly appreciated! <3

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“Good afternoon, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to Rome. We are now inviting those passengers with small children and any passengers requiring special assistance to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes. Thank you.”

"That's our cue. Let's go, babe." You looked up from the book you were reading, still a bit dazed as you were so deep into the novel you were reading. Still, you held out your hand to your fiance, to which Sanemi gladly intertwined your fingers as you walked and boarded the plane.

He looked over to you with a loving smile on his face and said, "Let me guess, you want to sit by the window?"

You giggled, "You know me so well."

"I learned my lesson the last time I took the window seat." Sanemi chuckled

It was during your first anniversary trip to Peru when your fiance took the window seat. You said you didn't mind, but it was written all over your face that you were slightly upset at that time. Since then, Sanemi has let you sit by the window on your succeeding trips.

Window seats are universally loved by nearly everyone, but you have a very specific reason as to why you prefer to sit there than anywhere else. You're a writer yourself, and when you travel, you like to look around as much as possible in hopes of finding your next inspiration for your next novel. It can be something as miniscule as a street sign or something grandiose like witnessing someone get proposed to.

Your last novel was inspired by a woman jogging with her golden retriever, and as usual, your book was a success and was hailed as your best-selling piece. You won multiple awards, held multiple book signings both locally and internationally, and guested on multiple interviews. Just a few years ago, your debut novel was turned into a movie, and it was a blockbuster hit.

"And that's why you're the best fiance ever." you said as you gave him a smooch on the cheeks after settling down on your seat.

"I used to love being called the best boyfriend ever, but being called the best fiance is better."

"Wait til I call you the best husband ever after we get married." You said with a chuckle.

"Oh, I would love that. Can't wait to see you walk down that aisle; just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes." Sanemi confessed as he sported a dreamy look on his face, to which you responded by giving him another kiss, but on his lips this time.

"Me too, baby."

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 89B with service from Tokyo to Rome. We are currently third in line for takeoff and are expected to be in the air in approximately fourteen hours time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays be in the upright position for takeoff. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing  Japan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

You met Sanemi through a mutual friend when he tagged along on your trip to Okinawa. He was the best friend of your best friend's boyfriend. You didn't like him at first because he was so grouchy when you first met, but as you got to know him more over the trip, you realized he was just as soft as he was gruff; it's just not his style to be upfront about his emotions.

Sanemi was the first to confess.

After your trip to Okinawa, you gave each other's phone numbers and social media profiles and have kept in touch ever since. You're not one to spend ungodly hours on your phone, but after meeting him, you would check your phone for any notifications from him. It came to a point where you would check your phone first thing in the morning after waking up.

Sanemi fell first, but you definitely fell harder.

Mitsuri, your best friend showed no mercy in teasing you when you first opened up about your budding infatuation towards his friend because you really did dislike him when you first met him.

You were so hellbent on not associating yourself with Sanemi ever again, but here you are, three years later, happily engaged to him.

Love truly moves in mysterious ways.

Sanemi kissed you back, "I love you so much. Thank you for saying yes."

Feeling your own tears well up in your eyes, you tried to brush it off by giggling, "I love you too, Sanemi."

*

Three hours into your flight from Tokyo to Rome, your book had been forgotten, and you were now snuggled close to Sanemi, who was reading the newest reports about his favorite basketball team on his tablet. He was also doing some extra work to kill time. 

You don't know shit about basketball or sports in general, but you don't mind listening to him babble on about his hobbies the way he would listen to you fangirl about the novels you've been reading.

While he watched the video, he had one arm comfortably wrapped around your shoulders, lulling you to sleep as he urged you to take a nap because you wouldn't be able to reach your destination for another eleven hours or so.

You were finally sound asleep when the pilot's voice broke out across the plane, his voice clearly tinged with urgency.

"Good day, everyone. I'm sorry to interrupt your peaceful trip, but I'd like to let everyone know that we will be experiencing some hard turbulence, but don't worry, we will do our best to keep everyone safe. Make sure your seatbelts are properly fastened—"

Everything unfolded so quickly.

You were about to turn to face Sanemi when he seized you in his arms, and everything went black in an instant.

*

“Y/N!!!”

You screamed as you bolted awake from your deep slumber

"Oh, you're finally awake."

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[tojiswhore-nanamisslut]

An Unexpected Treat

Pairing: Yuuji x Megumi

Warning: none this is just fluff :)

Synopsis: Megumi has a day off and decides to get boba where he meets Yuuji for the first time. It's just a little meet-cute fic.

a/n: This is only the third fic I've ever written (and the first I've ever posted) and it's based off of a tumblr post and a beloved mutual's tags on said post. It's like a boba shop au lol.

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It was a rare day off for Megumi, meaning he didn’t have any missions, classes, or Gojo to deal with. On days like these he usually liked to read or explore the city. Today, he opted for the latter. After Ijichi dropped him off in town, he began wandering. He didn’t have any specific plans in mind, so when he saw a new boba shop across the street he made a beeline for it. What better beverage to have while walking around than a milk tea with tapioca?

As Megumi got closer, he noticed the sign outside that said this was their grand opening. It would explain the long line running outside the store. Well, he didn’t have anything else to do today so he hopped into the queue. 

As Megumi made his way into the store, he noticed a boy with pinkish hair and bright eyes, probably around the same age as himself, wearing an apron and a hat that had the store’s logo on them. Despite dealing with so many customers for who knows how long, he had a genuine smile on his face and listened to each customer’s concerns and feedback, which was seeming to become more and more negative. Soon, one of the other workers in the store came around to the line and loudly announced that everyone in line past Megumi would have to come back another day, “We’re so sorry for the inconvenience. We were much busier than we expected and we’ve run out of a lot of things, and we only have a few cups left.” The announcement was met with groans and dirty looks. These poor workers, Megumi thought, it’s not their fault that they were so busy and they only just opened. It’s not like they could have known how much of anything they’d need. And their buy one, get one free deal naturally made them run through their inventory faster than they expected to. 

Soon, it was Megumi’s turn to order and the boy he noticed earlier was standing across the counter from him, “Hi! Thank you for waiting. What can I get for you?” There it was again, that smile that radiated warmth. Megumi felt like he was pretty good at reading people, and this boy’s attitude seemed genuine. It wasn’t the typical polite customer service smile that so many people were forced to adopt. It caught Megumi a little off guard but he had plenty of time to think about his order, so he asked for a black milk tea with boba, light ice, and 25% sweet. 

“Ah I’m sorry” the boy rubbed his neck and looked away, “We’re actually out of tapioca, we’re out of a lot of stuff” he gave a sheepish grin. 

“Oh, that’s all right. What other pudding options do you have?” Megumi asked. 

“Oh, here! I can give you a sample of this.” The pink-haired boy exclaimed. He took a spoon and scooped up a yellow-colored topping. Megumi raised his arm in anticipation of grabbing the spoon from the teen but then next thing he knew, the boy was holding his chin and bringing the spoon to his mouth. 

Megumi’s mind went blank. He had never been in this situation before. He started to raise his hand higher to knock the boy’s hand off his face, when the boy gently pulled down on his chin and stuck the spoon in. His eyes were like crescent moons with how much he was grinning, head tilted slightly to the side. Megumi couldn’t help the blush that formed across his face. This boy felt like the sun. He radiated warmth in every way. From the smile that looked like you were a friend he had known his whole life to the way his strong hand held his chin so tenderly. Megumi wondered what it would be like to hold his hand in his o--Megumi’s eyes went wide at his train of thought and he immediately whipped his head away in embarrassment, taking his mouth off the spoon in the process. The boy looked shocked at his sudden movement but quickly recovered, that brilliant smile painting his face once again, “So? Did you like it?”

Megumi, blushing furiously and unable to look the other one in the eye mumbled a quiet “yeah” and paid for his drink and quickly left the shop once it was done, almost missing the enthusiastic youth’s call, “Come back again! I’ll make sure we have tapioca for you next time!!”

Megumi thought about the interaction for the rest of the day, heat rising to his face each time he did. Megumi did his best to keep his distance from others. He knew it didn’t make sense to get attached to people in this world, because as a jujutsu sorcerer, life was a fleeting thing that could be taken all too easily. But something about that boy made Megumi’s heart flutter. He occupied his every thought and he wanted to know more about him. Does he live in the city or does he commute? Where does he go to school? How did he come to work at a boba shop? And most importantly, what was his name? 

Finally, after two weeks, Megumi found time to swing by the boba shop again in the hopes of seeing the boy with the pink hair and the smile like the sun. 

The shop wasn’t as busy this time around, it was almost nighttime now because Megumi had class during the day and couldn’t get out until after. Which explained why Megumi almost ran into the youth leaving the shop. They looked at each other for a second before the boy recognized Megumi. 

“Oh hey!! You’re the guy from the grand opening who wanted tapioca!” 

There was that brilliant smile again. 

“Uh, yeah. I was in the city and wanted boba so I figured I’d go here...” Megumi trailed off. He didn’t know where to go from here. The youth’s shift was clearly over, and Megumi couldn’t help the slight sag in his shoulders. 

“Well we do have tapioca today, but if you want boba I’d actually recommend a different place. It’s way better than this one.” He said through a grin. “I can take you there if you’re not busy!”

Megumi’s eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting this at all. This boy barely knew him and he was offering to walk him somewhere? Megumi tried to fight down the blush forming on his cheeks and looked away from the friendly boy. Getting boba was just an excuse to see the smiling youth again, so the potential to spend more time with him seemed too good to be true. But he’d accept fate's offer for today. 

“Sure, okay.”

“Awesome! I’m Yuuji Itadori by the way.” Yuuji extended his hand. 

Megumi looked at it. It was the same hand that had so delicately held his chin two weeks ago. He had wondered back then what it would feel like in his own, and although a handshake isn’t exactly what he had in mind at the time, he figured it would satiate his curiosity. 

“I’m Megumi Fushiguro. It’s nice to meet you.” He met the boy’s hand halfway and embraced it. He could feel calluses and immense strength behind it; how did this boy--Itadori, learn to be so gentle? And just like when Itadori held his chin that one day, he could feel warmth radiating off of his hands, warming his own cold one. Megumi didn’t want to let go. It felt so natural. And the way Yuuji was smiling at him made his whole body warm up. He had never seen a smile so genuine and carefree before. 

Megumi was snapped out of his thoughts by Yuuji’s question, “So do you wanna get going?”

Megumi’s eyes widened and he released Yuuji’s hand. 

“Yeah, sorry let’s go.”

“Great! Follow me!!”

Megumi tried to hide the blush that was rising on his face. He had clearly held the boy’s hand for longer than would be deemed socially acceptable for a first meeting. And he imagined it seemed extra weird from his gaze into the boy’s face. But Yuuji didn’t seem fazed at all. If anything, Megumi could have sworn that Itadori also had a small blush across his face. But it could also just be the cold weather, he thought.

The boba place was only a few blocks away, so they made it there in short time. 

“Hmmm what are you going to get,  Fushiguro?” Yuuji asked while looking up at the shop’s menu. 

“Probably what I got last time but with tapioca.”

“Cool! I think I’m going to get a strawberry milk tea.” 

Megumi was looking up at the menu right behind Itadori as he was ordering but snapped his gaze to him when he heard the youth ordering a second drink. 

“Yeah and I’ll also get a black milk tea with light ice and 25% sweetness and tapioca please!”

“Huh? Itadori what are you--”

“I’m getting your drink too! This place was my idea and I feel bad that you didn’t get the drink you wanted last time I saw you.” Itadori took the receipt they gave him and both boys made their way over to the pick-up counter. 

“You didn’t have to do that, it's not like it was your fault the shop ran out of tapioca. And I liked the topping you f--, uh, gave me.” Megumi’s cheeks reddened as he recalled Yuuji feeding him the topping. 

Yuuji smiled, “Yeah, well, just consider this my treat!”

“#54!” A barista called out. 

“Oh that’s us.” Yuuji grabbed both drinks and handed one to Megumi. “Here you go, Fushiguro, this one is yours.”

“Thanks.” Megumi looked at the tag on the cup and only then realized that Yuuji had remembered his order from two weeks ago. He hadn’t told the youth exactly what he was going to get when they were in line. 

“You remembered my order from two weeks ago?” Megumi looked at Yuuji, eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise. 

At that, Megumi noticed an unmistakable blush spread across the other boy’s face followed by a sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “Oh..hah..yeah I guess I just have a good memory. Hey let’s go sit over there!”

As if to change the subject, Yuuji immediately pulled Megumi over to a bench outside the shop. Megumi didn’t mind the sudden contact or abrupt change in conversation, because it gave him another chance to feel Itadori’s hand in his own again. It was a feeling he thought he could get used to. 

As the boys drank their boba they also spent the time chatting. Well, Yuuji was doing most of the talking, but neither seemed to mind. Yuuji liked to talk and Megumi liked to listen.

Megumi learned that Yuuji was the same age as him, and went to a public school and lived with his grandpa. He was also apparently insanely athletic, but he wasn’t in any after school sports because they went too late and he always made it a point to visit his grandfather in the hospital after school. 

As Yuuji talked, Megumi sat and listened. He noticed how expressive the youth was in the way he spoke. He noticed his undercut that was a little bit darker than the rest of his hair, and how his hair hung a little bit over his forehead. He noticed how brown his eyes were, and how they seemed so open and inviting. But what captivated Megumi the most was the boy’s smile. Had he ever smiled like that before? He couldn’t recall a time when he did, yet this boy wore it all the time. 

“Hey Fushiguro, do you have a curfew?”

“Uh. Not really.”

“Oh, that’s nice. I don’t either since I kind of live alone. But I usually try to be home by 8pm. Y’know. Just to be responsible.” 

Megumi was surprised by some of the things Yuuji said. At times, it seemed as if the youth had lived longer than he actually had. It was rare to find a 15 year old that had the sense of responsibility that Itadori had. 

“Oh...so I guess you probably have to leave, then?” Megumi’s heart dropped a little when he realized it was already 8:15pm. But he also couldn’t help the slight skip in his heartbeat when he thought about Yuuji staying out later to talk to him. He didn’t want their time to end. 

“Yeah...but hey I have an idea! Why don’t we exchange numbers! Then we can keep in touch.” Itadori looked hopeful, a small blush playing across his cheeks. 

As if the blush was infectious, Megumi’s face started to warm as well. “Yeah. I think that’s a good idea.” Megumi smiled shyly and took out his phone for them to exchange numbers. 

“Thanks again for the boba, Itadori. I really liked it” Megumi smiled. 

Seeing Megumi smile made Yuuji’s own smile grow even more, “Of course! Any time Fushiguro. I’ll see you around!”

As the youths began walking their separate ways, Megumi paused and summoned all the courage he could. 

“Wait, Itadori!” Megumi called out. 

Yuuji turned around, a quizzical look on his face. 

“Um, are you free tomorrow? I was thinking maybe we could get dinner. My treat this time.” 

Thank god it was night time. Megumi’s entire face was a deep red. He wasn’t even sure what came over him. He knew better than to get involved with people as a sorcerer. This could only end in heartbreak. But he just couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t enough to just talk on the phone. He wanted to see Yuuji again. He was drawn to him like a moth to flame. To his smile, his warmth, him. For once, Megumi decided to be selfish and irresponsible. 

Love is the most twisted curse of all. His teacher’s words rang through his head. 

Yeah, well, curses be damned. He’d take Yuuji Itadori and any curses that came with him. Because if something so warm, so comfortable, so genuine, could curse him... well he’d welcome it with open arms. 

“Yeah....I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow then, Fushiguro.” And Yuuji was off with a little wave of his hand, sporting that signature smile colored with a blush that mirrored Megumi’s. 

Tomorrow, Megumi thought, maybe he could hold Itadori’s hand for a little bit longer.

#itafushi #itadori #megumi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fics #jjk fanfics #itadori x fushiguro #yuuji x megumi #mine #writing #posts #my writing

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

also, not quite related to Great Hate but is related to some stuff said therein; I don't think any of the Skarloey/Arlesdale/Culdee Fell books are bad (honestly i rate them all very highly) buuuuuut if there was ever another attempt to adapt the books for television or television-adjacent-media, I would probably just opt to cut the non-North Western Railway stories out entirely. (the railways wouldn't be straight up Not Canon, there just wouldn't be episodes based on the stories about them.) They're a bit of a narrative cul-de-sac in terms of the overarching story of The Books, and while they are all excellent I feel like the opportunity cost of adapting those instead of expanding on the existing North Western stuff would be too high... Insult to injury is that by doing this, you don't really impact the North Western stories at all besides a little bit of Oliver the Western Engine's content and that can be adapted around (as has been done before...)

Ooh. You make a compelling point about how you could have a very good adaptation by cutting out the smaller-railway stuff.

At minimum, if one did not want to take their literary axe that far, the writers should very much take the opportunity to come up with a better way to manage the narrative of the multiple railways. I agree it's a big weakness that the RWS flips back and forth after introducing other railways — it doesn't always feel like all these books are in the same series and the going back and forth can be jarring. It's understandable, since Awdry was constrained by writing them in the order than he created them. But with distance there is a chance to reconceive things in a better way.

TVS Series 4, I think, made a vast improvement by grouping all the narrow-gauge stuff together — showing the Duke rescue before Peter Sam's and Sir Handel's S.R. breaking-in is awkward, of course, but having a whole half-season devoted to the narrow-gauge railways helps the narrative flow immensely. Sadly I think for the rest of the TVS they fall into the same choppy waters Awdry did. Obviously plenty of people do like the narrow-gauge episodes despite all, but they are definitely not set to best advantage when a handful of them feel kinda randomly sprinkled within the other stories. The improvement TVS continues to make however is finding ways for "the big engines" and "the little engines" to interact, as in creating more and more locations with mixed gauges.

Anyway your idea of a fresh television adaptation of the RWS is so enticing. My ideal series would be 30-minute adult-TV-esque episode dramas (hey, we're dreaming). You could have a significant number of episodes that take a birds'-eye view of Sodor rail and, instead of being organized around One Character Gets Put in a Situation, are organized by some new development (a new service, coal shortage, dieselisation, key person retires, labour strike, etc.), then you can have an A and a B plot on two different railways and see the fallout.

(Usually the North Western would be one of the two railways in focus, just coz a lion's share of industrial activity and travel on the island is going through them. But can you imagine how cool and special an episode it would be to have a Depression-era episode where we see the Skarloey and Mid Sodor Railways trying to pluckily adapt and eke out their survival? And we could see the Skarloey, who seemed to be in the more precarious position at the beginning, still squeaking through at the end with one engine, one engineer, etc., and downer ending! at the very end we see the Mid Sodor is ruined. Cue silent montage of putting up "Closed" signs and boarding up windows and selling off Falcon and Stuart over sad music.)

It would, indeed, necessitate coming up with original plots, especially for the smaller railways (even if, again, the North Western probably will get a big share of screen time), but the fandom has shown that there's plenty to be done there. However, the goal is to cover all the classic RWS stories — just putting them into a larger context and thinking about the island's arc over the course of a season. Fleshing out the dramatic bits of lore.

The openers for most of the episodes would be, like, a little slice-of-life showing miners or dockers or farmers or housewives going about their life for a minute or two until the Pressing Need is shown and a hint of what the railways are gonna do about it appears; a bunch of men in top hats and tails shaking hands over some new venture; new track is being laid; or some piece of news reaches Sodor and then! opening theme song and then we cut to our engines <3

#so sorry jamie's ask just sent me on a 20 minute daydream and i was typing all the while #if this makes no sense kindly just ignore it... i'm having a great time watching my new favorite imaginary television show #chatter #the railway series

[wornoutmouse]

I don’t know if your still doing request but if you are do you think you could do an All might x designer black reader x Endeavor? She one of their old classmates but also is an big hero’s designer for both costumes and regular wear? It could be an headcanon or an one-shot if you want just kinda want it both sweet and spicy... 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

Is this considered a one shot? I don’t even know.

5 pins in your mouth and 2 in your hands you smooth out the fabric in front of you. A C mixture of elastic and nomex. A beefy man stands before you in a heroic pose as you shape the cloth to his exact proportions. A process that would normally take madly painstaking hours only takes you mere moments due to your quirk.

Your wets can see every fold and snip needed for every outfit you’ve ever created. That is why you’re the best and that is why many are forced to save the vast majority of hero commission money just to be able to have a consultation with you. Most opt for buying blueprints from you in order to be fitted by a more affordable seamstress. However the top hero’s or those born into riches prefer to be fitted and measured by your own hands.

You speak, a dangerous dance between your tongue and the pins tucked between your lips. “You know has my top paying customer you’d think you’d take care of the outfits I made for you as if they were worth something.”

Endeavor barely moves a muscle as you adjust the fold between his inner thigh, “As your highest payer I expect you to be ready and at my ready wherever I need your services.”

A jingle rings down below at the entrance of your store and you’re forced to halt flexing your jaw after releasing it from its tight lipped position. The warm glow of the setting sun shines through your frosted glass windows. Blond hair and a slim form leans on the arch leading to your upstairs studio. “You may have to wait a lil longer Yagi.” The man laughs deep and rumbling, “Has your shiniest customer made his appearance today?”

“You know it.” Turning around you head back upstairs. Piercing blue hips watch your thin form following the your form from your square hips to your thin slender legs.

All Might hears a grown leave the back of your throat as his eyes adjusts to the fluorescent lighting. “What have I told you about sitting down Enji.”

Yagi aids the man in standing up and you shake your head hearing the sound of pins hitting the ground and groans from the pro-hero as he’s undoubtedly pinned and prodded by needles keeping his uniform intact. “At least the great All Might knows how to take care of his uniform.”

Endeavor scoffs, “The Great All Might is past his prime and has no need for his uniform.” You chuckle while helping the large man out of his entrapment, “yes but if he was…” you turn towards the frail looking man, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “I’m sure he wouldn’t be here as often as you are.”

Endeavor jumps as you slap his rear turning red in the face. He stood before you both, as naked as can be save for the white boxer shorts he insisted on wearing. Two pairs of eyes stare at him predatorily, “I assume I am going to be off duty tonight?”

Downstairs Yagi closes flips the open sign as dust falls from the ceiling above. “Those two have never learned to be discrete after all this time. Unbuckling his pants the retired pro hero heads towards the sounds of creaking floorboards

#blackreader #black y/n #mha #all might #all might x reader #endeavor x all might x reader #endeavor x reader #mha x black reader

[swampstew]

Blind Date Event ~ Sabo X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications for my Blind Date Matchmaking Event. I hope you enjoy these lovely bedtime stories during this week of overpriced chocolates, flowers and heart shaped things. @artist-squared I hope you enjoy your date :)

Mostly fluff, SFW, Sabo X Female reader, first blind date experience. WC: 857. Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

Sabo was waiting outside the building as you parked your car. You had elected to drive yourself, a rule of personal safety on your end, but you were appreciative that your date made the effort to come out and greet you. Holding the door for you as you walked inside for your date.

You were not sure what to expect when he told you he wanted to take you to a fun place. You hadn’t been inside an arcade in many years. It wasn’t that you didn’t like games, you just weren’t expecting that as a first date. To Sabo’s credit, this was a more adult friendly arcade unlike the ones you frequented in your youth. The echoes of a giant animatronic mouse by the name of Charles E. Cheese fluttered in your mind and you suppressed a shudder.

No such mascots lurked inside the massive building. It was equipped with a laser tag arena, bowling alley, and even a mini racetrack in the back. You both agreed to do some rounds of bowling and eating, play some games and end the night with race cars.

As you hung out in the alley section, you both ate appetizers during the lane resets. Taking turns picking off pamphlet topics and games. So far the date was going well. You both clicked right away, any jitters you felt beforehand were now gone as you went through the first set of ice breakers. Sabo was feeling relaxed as well, opting for some of the flirtier games.

“Never have I ever…baked good for someone as thanks,” Sabo thought wistfully. His hand had two fingers up, yours had one left.

“Well, damn!” you say, putting your finger down. “How did you nail my entire thing in one guess?”

Sabo laughed lightly, “I’ve only known you for an hour and a half but I can tell you’re a kind person. If I had to guess, your love language is…acts of service?”

You lightly gasp.

“It’s mine too,” his lips curl in a smile. He took his turn to bowl, making a perfect strike. “I have to be honest, I wasn’t too optimistic about the matchmaking service when my brother sent it to me. Now though, I’m glad I took the chance, _____.”

He leaned down and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you or something but he was just passing you the bowling ball you’d been using.

“Your turn.”

“I’m glad I signed up for this event too, I found it on a whim. If the date ends well I may have to send over a box of goods for you to share with your brother,” you chuckle, turning to bowl. Another perfect strike. The game ended with a tie.

Holding a bucket of golden tokens, the two of you played every game the arcade had to offer. You were a pro at skee-ball but not as gifted with the basketball game. Sabo was great at Tekken 7 and Donkey Kong but terrible with the Jurassic Park game. You both shamefully lost at the claw machine game. Impressively the two of you drew a small crowd with your skills at Dance Dance Revolution.

When the bucket was empty and your ticket count high, you went to the prize booth to claim your rewards. Sabo got you a pastel cat plush that felt like a cloud. The two of you made decisions on how to spend the rest of the tickets. In the end, you chose Scooby Doo Clue, Dungeons and Dragons Monopoly, a beer drinking hat, jumbo boxing gloves, candy, and several SEVERAL sticky hands

“So I can slap my brother from across the room,” he smirked handsomely.

Race carts filled with your winnings, you waited for the timer to count down, each of you revving your engines for the drama.

“Hey _____, want to make this a little more interesting?” You nod. “If I win, I can choose our next date. If you win, you get to choose where we go, how does that sound?”

You smirk, oh the fool, you were an excellent driver. “Sure, but don’t be shocked when I leave you on the finish line!”

Speeding down the track, grills of the sleek cars inching forward trying to beat the other lap after lap. There were times you were worried the two of you would collide but Sabo was a surprisingly good driver, considering he was a bit too tall for the small car. On the final lap, you were trailing behind him and managed to slide in to cross the finish line.

“Damn, I’m dating Dom Torretto over here,” he grinned as he pulled himself from the cart.

Laughing, “damn straight. I think for our next date, somewhere a little more lowkey. I hope you like reading.”

Sabo nodded his head vigorously. You let out another laugh, hugging your cat squishy in one arm as Sabo offered you his arm, which you looped around his elbow. You left the arcade arm-in-arm to your parked cars, eagerly making plans to meet at a cozy bookstore with a highly rated frozen hot chocolate drink.

#flame emperor sabo #blind date event #swampstew stories #swampstew bedtime stories #sabo x you #sabo the revolutionary #sabo one piece #sabo x reader #sabo x y/n #op sabo #revolutionary sabo

[aphrostarot]

Astrology and The Sexes: Aries Men

The Aries Man:

Title: “The One”

For simplicity's sake, I will use the pronouns “he/him” for the male versions of the signs and “she/her” for the female versions of the signs. This is not to say that the people who identify with the male or female versions of each sign identify with those pronouns. This post is focusing on the different sexes (male vs female) not gender. Gender is fluid and I am in no way labeling people with these posts. Also, these posts are focusing solely on the Sun signs of each zodiac, other birth chart placements may cause someone to not fit into everything I have described.

Masterlist

Mind (how they think):

Among all the men in the zodiac, the Ram most represents masculine stereotypes - aggressive, often unemotional, even brutish: and for that reason, he finds himself labeled insensitive and self-serving by almost everyone he comes into contact with,‌ ‌especially‌ ‌in‌ ‌sexual‌ ‌relationships.

Despite his apparent uncontrollability, it is evident that he is always in touch with his needs, and that he rarely gets disconnected from his impulses and the actions he takes to meet those needs.

As far as he's concerned, each circumstance he crashes into has been predestined for him, and he has been hand-picked by The Universe for the specific purposes of whatever his desires are at the time.

The way he sees it, he is the only guy who can "do" whatever or whoever catches his fancy.

 Aries men may start their life with pretty sexist beliefs. This has to do with the relationship he has with his mother and father. His mom dotes on him from an early age, viewing him as a “godsend” while simultaneously despising his father for his shortcomings. She then raises the Aries man to be nothing like his father, which causes him to be retried by his dad and vice versa. 

Consequently, he becomes conditioned to perceive female affection as emasculating. This is because his mother berated him excessively as some form of revenge in return for the shortcomings of his father.

The Aries man usually deemed “The Macho Man”, is quite afraid of feminine power because of his mother's overbearing relationship with his father. He wants to do everything in his power to not end up like his father who he feels was emasculated upon marrying a strong independent female. 

The Aries man can be quite the mama’s boy, however, he does not want to be perceived this way so he will take on a more impassive demeanor when talking about or to his mother. 

As for his relationships with men, he refuses to bond with them and prefers to coexist with them because he views them as competition.

Body + Soul (what they look like inside and out):

Due to their desire to completely distance themselves from anything that they may feel to be remotely feminine, they tend to be quite insensitive, especially when it comes to the opposing sex.

Aries men usually seem to appear to have always just had their hair cut. They get their hair cut much more than the average man. Usually opting for a close and even cut, squared off at the back. Clean and neat like a secret service agent. 

As far as their body hair is concerned, they generally have a lot, especially their chests, which are extremely hairy. 

Their body shape is about as squared off as their hair. Their shoulders are so straight, that it seems as though they left the hanger in their shirt.

It almost always appears that their clothes have been freshly ironed, with all of the pleats and creases in just the right places. And yet, beneath all of that sharpness, there is still something undeniably animalistic going on with them.

The Aries man seems to always have muscles even if he does not work out. His chest and neck are almost always broad and his arms are pretty thick as well. 

It is typical for him to have pretty round pectoral muscles and subtle nipples. With a flat upper stomach, his lower stomach is supported by sturdy hips that seem to thrust ever so slightly forward. 

He usually has pretty unruly thick pubic hair that spread all the way out to his thick and athletic thighs.

His penis tends to be of average length but can be quite thick. It is very straight with the head coming to a seemingly sharp point. His balls are usually the size of a plum and held pretty tight, a symbol of his tension and aggression. 

His ass is very athletic and muscular that seems to get even more firm as he ages. 

His feet and hands are pretty delicate compared to the rest of him. 

He usually has quite high cheekbones and a large forehead. However, the rest of his face seems to have kept its childlike features. His brows are dramatically furrowed. 

It's common for an Aries man to have energy that just flows off his body. They're either always shaking their legs or leaning back in their chair, unable to sit still because of all the energy they possess.

They have a pretty dry personality and struggle when it comes to humor. Some may even say that they have never even heard an Aries man laugh. This is because most of the time they are too preoccupied with what he is thinking or going to say next. Though, he may crack a smile here and there. 

They run quite hot and tend to overheat even when they are just sitting still. This is because of them being a Mars-ruled fire sign. Due to this, he may struggle with his body odor and has to constantly try and keep it in check. 

Most of the time you will catch him wearing athletic clothes or flannels with workboots and maybe even a cowboy hat. 

Sex + Sexuality (what they are like in bed and what they look for in a mate):

Aries Man Interested in Women:

The Aries man is extremely fascinated with himself that he tends to be very aware of and a bit fetishistic about the male condition and its masculinity. 

He wants to embody the animalistic and beastly tendencies of a man both in and out of the sheets. 

Aries men who are attracted to women can not idolize them nonsexually. It is very hard for him to have a platonic relationship with a woman. 

They are very ambitious and assertive when pursuing someone they desire. He is ready to woo and win the prize of his possession and is ready to fight anyone who dares to challenge him. 

Aries men tend to go after a virginal woman who exudes the damsel in distress energy. 

He is fully convinced that he will know who his proper mate is based on just looking at them and because of this, they tend to be one of the pickiest male signs and expects a woman to fulfill all of his idealized requirements. He will usually pursue a relationship solely based on appearances alone. This is because Aries is ruled by the 1st house of physicality and because of his belief that he will know who his true mate is just by looking at them. 

He could care less about a woman's emotions when he is just starting a relationship. Instead, he wants to know how good they are in bed. If they don’t satisfy his needs then he doesn’t want anything to do with them. 

They also will often lose interest in a woman as soon as they have sex with them. This is because Aries men look for a virginal woman and once she loses that purity in his eyes he will not be satisfied anymore.

Ironically though, women who turn him down turn him on the most, because he loves the thrill of the chase. 

An Aries man partaking in pure sex without love is not ashamed to take off his kid gloves and show their partner who is boss. This is where they get their reputation of being pretty rough in bed. 

He enjoys his fuck buddies nipping or biting him back. This is an everlasting aphrodisiac for him. As long as his partner is okay with a bit of roughhousing all is right in the world with him. 

An Aries man in love can’t help but view his partner as a queen, no matter her past. As soon as he falls in love with her she is his queen.  

He gets off on submissive women, whether they be submissive in real life or just pretending for the sake of sex. 

He tends to finish quite quickly and he is very unapologetic about this. However, he may get erect quite quickly after he finishes. He is always down to go for second, third, and even fourth rounds. 

Since Aries is ruled by the first house of self he will put himself first and once he has his second, third, or even fourth climax he will shift his focus to you. He will pour all of his energy into you and bring you to a climax again and again while giving you his infamous monologue of coaxing and baiting. 

He is egged on by you giving him a series of “don’t’s” and “stops”. 

The one thing you may miss when you have sex with him is foreplay. This is because he has too much energy and impatience to go through with it. He just wants to get to the main act as quickly as possible. 

He is a missionary man but, he also loves taking a woman from behind, standing, doggy style, or in spoon formation. 

He wants his woman to be submissive but he never wants it to be forced. He wants real sex, nothing too theatric or full of costumes. 

He is an abrupt kisser though he can be quite passionate. He is a pro when it comes to a quick thrust. He is not one to do slow and stroking sex or kissing. If you are looking for loving affection this man may not be the one for you. He is too focused on the physical. 

However, he is one to keep prolonged eye contact during sex. This is because he wants to make sure he is satisfying you. He is after approval from his partner, so vocalizing your satisfaction will go a long way. 

Aries Man Interested in Men: 

An Aries man who is interested in men takes the macho man to a whole new level. He may take fetishizing masculine tendencies to a whole new extreme. 

He may despise all things feminine and not want to associate himself with women at all. 

He is an aggressive top. Looking for a partner who may be straight passing and pretty masculine. 

He is generally attracted to dark, rugged figures, who appear to be the strong, silent type. That being said, he still looks for his partner to be emotionally sensitive. 

He is typically attracted to older men or men his age. He often looks down on people younger than him so he may not go for a younger partner. 

He will usually let his partner take control of domestic matters. Such as diet, decorating, and social directing. His only expectation will be that minimalism is the overriding theme in all of those examples. 

An active lifestyle is crucial to him so, he looks for a partner who will double as a playmate. Someone who will engage in sports, and plan trips and excursions where he can be adventurous. He wants a guy who will go for hikes with him all day and be just as ready to be just as rough in the bed at the end of the day. 

Wrestling is a big turn-on for the Ram man. He looks for a partner who likes rough and forceful sex. 

He is easily bored so, the way to keep him is to always keep him guessing. Never make yourself too available to him. 

This is not to say he doesn’t want a long-term relationship because he does. He wants his partner to double as his best friend. But, it may be hard for him to stay faithful on a sexual level. 

Aries is a self-centered sign and this reads true in a relationship. His partner needs to be okay with needing to figure their stuff out on their own if they want to be in a relationship with an Aries man. 

He tends to be overly analytical in the relationship and will constantly be looking for “problems” in the relationship that need to be solved. He is not afraid to drag his partner to couples therapy if need be. He takes pride in being in a committed relationship with a man and this is something that helps him keep his ego inflated. 

He will expect full loyalty from his partner. He is a sucker for one night stand so you may not get that from him. 

One thing he may not like many to know is that at certain points in his life he will like to be dominated not only in the bedroom but also in love. This is something that will not last though because his dominating personality cannot be suppressed for too long.

#aries #Aries men #astrology #aphrostarot

[psycholojosh]

Doing In-Person Psychotherapy for the First Time

For the past few weeks, I've been keeping busy with working on my hours for practicum. By the end of this year, I need to hit at least 200 hours of psychotherapy (as well as another 200 for assessment work) so that I can proceed to the next and (hopefully) final phase of my grad school: thesis. When I started practicum last semester, I felt really drained by the difficult learning environment, plus having to do a lot of work isolated from the others (literally and figuratively). I took a break from this semester to regain my mental energy I once had for psychotherapy clients.

Over a month ago, the mental health clinic of our school opted to open psychotherapy services onsite for students wtihin campus. Unsurprisingly, a lot of students did sign up for this and are now receiving their therapies in-person with their therapists (which includes trainees like me). I stepped into this same lane once I began opening this option up to my clients as well. One client has been very keen on seeing me in person as they would prefer seeing another person as they process their problems. I happily obliged to fulfill this request given that I too work much better when I'm not distracted by the quips of remote work.

True enough, the difference in experience was night and day. And I would prefer doing onsite therapy because for a couple obvious reasons. On one end, I get to see my clients (and vice versa) for who they present themselves to be. And I mean this not only in the physical way but also in a emotional way. A lot of what I find missing in remote tele-therapy is the ability to read nonverbal cues and other emotional expressions that a camera doesn't capture. I feel more in the flow with the client and get to "dance" with whatever things they throw at me during sessions. There's also the added value of just trying to be present with the client without making extra efforts to reassure them of this fact.

I also had to take time to ready myself and get comfortable with my clients expressing unpleasant or difficult emotions. I noticed that my clients feel safer crying and feeling their feels once we're confined within the same four corners of a safe space. Needless to say, I find delight - not in their suffering - but in the opportunity to create a safe space for them to just be themselves, feelings and all.

I guess the only con of working onsite is the travel and the summer heat. While I'm proud of myself for being on time for my clients' sessions, I can't help but still feel irritated about the "unpleasantries" of Metro Manila traffic, as aggravated by the summer sun. Inasmuch as I want to present myself as professionally (and also aesthetically pleasing way) for my clients, I have to be smart about what to wear and how to bring my belongings with the hassle of public transportation.

So far, my onsite work has made me realize that I could do therapy -- and that it's something I could develop much more once I get my master's degree. What I am looking forward to is when we fully reintegrate both onsite and remote modalities to interventions. But that's a different avenue of learning altogether. What I'm most excited about, actually, is getting to see a lively clinic again. I get to see more clients and clinicians, and feel that same vibrant energy I once felt in my previous job before the pandemic began.

In the meantime, if you ever see me in campus (if we are in the same school, or you just happen to be there), feel free to say hello.

Take care of your mental health, everyone!

#psychometrician #grad school #clinical psychology #psychotherapy #rpmentries #filipino psychometrician #rpmnotes #mental health work #mental health

[rainbowriddler]

Dianakko Week 2022 - Day 3: Long Distance/Reuniting

@dianakko-week

When Can I See You Again?

“I’m really gonna miss this,” Akko said quietly over the books of runes she and Diana studied together.

Diana, used to such random thoughts from her friend (her crush), didn’t even look up from the text.  “What do you mean?”

Akko gestured widely about the library, knowing Diana was paying more attention to her than she appeared to be.  “This!” she told her.  “Us!”

Now, that was cause for concern.  “I don’t take your meaning…”

“Getting to hang out together like this every day!”

Diana blinked at her.  “Are you…going somewhere?”

“Diana…”  The look of concern on Akko’s face put Diana on edge.  Her heartbeat sped up as she awaited the worst.  “Break is coming up.  I’m going back to Japan…”

The words cut through her like a knife.  How had she not realized their extended break was coming up?

“Oh…” was all she could manage, casting her eyes to the tabletop.  “I…hadn’t realized…” she added lamely.

“Yeah…”  Akko leaned back in her chair, hands in her lap as she looked towards the windows with a sigh.  “And international mail is so slow… It really doesn’t make sense to write letters.  W’ll probably be back at school before any of them are delivered.”

Diana racked her brain trying to think of a solution.  “I believe the Owl messaging service on the WitchNet crystal balls offers immediate delivery…”

“Kuso!” Akko swore, dropping her head exaggeratedly.  “I wanted to see you and hear you!”

And honestly, Diana wasn’t particularly well-verse on the ins and outs of WitchNet to be able to offer an alternative to the Owl service.  She felt a bit like she was letting Akko down.  And more than that, she wanted to see and hear her too…

“It’s too bad most of you guys don’t have cell phones,” Akko told her sadly.  “We could have done some video chats if you did.  But, so far, Amanda and Constanze are the only ones…”

“It’s not exactly traditional…”

“Yeah.  That’s the trouble I’m running into.”

Together, they sat in silence, the book of runes sitting ignored on the table in front of them.  When Akko leaned into her side and hugged her, face buried in her hair, Diana sat quietly and let her.

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That was how she’d found herself at the cellphone store in Blytonbury, and she stared dubiously at the sign on the building and the marketing in the windows while she waited on the sidewalk for her expert assistance.

Before long, a black limo pulled up to the curb, and out stepped one Andrew Hanbridge, looking sharp as ever.

“Diana,” he greeted with a small smile.

“Andrew.”  She turned about primly as he stepped up to her.  “Shall we go inside?”

The interior of the store was immediately overwhelming to Diana.  The counters were lined with little, rectangular units with their screens aglow.  A few employees milled about helping other customers, but one of them made a point to welcome her and Andrew.

“We have some time before anyone will be free to help us,” Andrew informed her.  He drifted to the counter and poked at one of the units there.  “I was surprised to get your message.  Honestly, I never thought I’d see the day you got a cell phone.”

Diana declined to take the bait, instead opting to aimlessly look at the phones on display.  Really, though, she just couldn’t seem to tell the difference between the different models.  In truth, she wasn’t sure there was a difference.

“What are you looking for in a phone, anyway?” Andrew asked her curiously.  “Don’t witches usually use crystal balls?”

Diana flushed.  “I just…want something simple.  For communication.”

“Diana.  The entire purpose of a phone is communication.  I’m afraid you’ll need to be more specific.”

“…Something capable of video chat?”

“Oh, boy…” Andrew mumbled to himself.  This was going to be a long day.

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Akko flipped through a comic book on her bed while Sucy worked on bottling her latest potion.  Lotte sat in her seat at the desk scrolling through something on her crystal ball.  All in all, it was a pretty quiet night in the red team’s dorm.

That is, until the unmistakable anime sound effect of something shining cut through the silence.  Akko absently grabbed her phone from beside her and unlocked it.

Hello.

The text was from an unknown number, and Akko rolled her eyes.  Normally, she didn’t bother with scammers, but she was in a bit of a mood.  Diana hadn’t showed up to the library this afternoon for their study session, and even Hannah and Barbara seemed to have no idea where she had gone.  And so, with a roll of her eyes, Akko tapped out New phone who dis?

She placed the phone on the bed beside her hip again, reopening the comic she was reading.  Manga she corrected mentally with a shake of her head.  She’d been in England for too long.

Several minutes later, her phone went off again.  She was almost irritated, being interrupted again, but was glad to have somewhere to focus her ire.  She slammed her manga shut and threw it onto the bed beside her and made a grab for the phone.

“I keep telling you to turn that off,” Lotte reprimanded.  “We aren’t allowed to have them.”

“No way,” Akko told her dismissively as she unlocked the phone once again.  She was ready to mess with this scammer and let off some frustration.

It’s Diana.

Except for if they say that…  Was someone pranking her?  That jerk Amanda probably found a way to change her number!

You can’t honestly think I’m that dumb!

She threw her phone to the end of the bed, crossing her arms and glaring at it.

A moment later, her text tone went off again, and she snatched it off the blanket, ready to give Amanda a piece of her mind!

She blinked at the screen after unlocking the phone.  “Oh…  It’s Andrew this time.”  Fury forgotten for the moment, she opened his text—an image of…

“Uso deshou!” she shouted.  “It’s Daiana!”

Sucy glanced over as Lotte turned in her seat.  It was rare for Akko to have her little outbursts in Japanese, even around them.  “What about her?” Sucy asked.

“Is everything okay?”

Akko looked to her teammates, mouth hanging agape.  “It’s…Diana, she…”  She turned her phone around to show a picture of Diana looking crossly at a device in her hand.  “I think she got a phone!”

Lotte and Sucy marveled at the image for a moment, unsure what to make of it.  But when the phone buzzed in Akko’s hand, she pulled it back so see what was said.

Andrew again.  Surprise!  You owe me!

Then, a banner across the top from the same number as before.  I assure you I do not.

“It is Diana!”  ignoring Andrew’s text, Akko immediately called Diana’s new number.

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“It’s singing at me,” Diana observed.  Akko’s name appeared on the screen, and she looked across the café table to Andrew.  “What do I do?”

He laughed at her a bit (a transgression he would soon pay for), and showed her how to answer the call.  “It’s just like a normal phone from here.”

Gingerly, Diana place it near her ear.  “Hello?”

“Diana!”Akko shouted from the other end of the line.  “I can’t believe you got a phone!”

“Yes, well…”  Diana cleared her throat and averted her eyes from Andrew, as though ignoring his presence would somehow make him unable to hear her conversation.  “I didn’t…like the idea of not talking to you over break any more than you did.”

“Nande?”

Diana’s face reddened.  “I…  Akko, I don’t understand.”

“Nothing,” she amended.  “I’m glad!  Really, really glad!”

And though she could see Andrew smirking at her in her peripheral vision, Diana allowed herself a small smile.  “Me too.”

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Diana anxiously paced around her bedroom.  It was late and she was tired, but if she stopped moving she was done for.

And Akko had promised to call when she made it home.

She checked the clock on her wall again.  It had been well over sixteen hours.  Akko should have called…

Diana shook her head.  Patience, she reminded herself.  Maybe the flight got held up.  Maybe Akko’s home was further away than she thought.  Maybe—

The now-familiar jingle of an incoming call broke Diana from her worrying as she practically dove at her vanity to grab the device.  She swiped to answer the call, holding the phone up to be in frame for the camera.

And there on the screen, whole and hale, was Akko.  Diana’s heart still beat faster in her chest at the site of the girl smiling tiredly at her.

“Sorry!  Customs was a nightmare!”

Diana shook her head.  “Don’t apologize.  I’m just glad you made it back all right.  How was your flight?”

“Fine.  Just long.  We’re just leaving the airport now.”

“Konbanwa, Daiana!” called a woman somewhere in the background of Akko’s call.

“Okaasan! Watashi ga hanashite iru toki ni jama shinaide kudasai!”

Diana’s head spun at the rapid Japanese.

“Hai. Hai. Daijoubu desu,” singsonged the woman.

“Yareyare!” Akko grumbled.  “Sorry!”

“Your mother?”

“Yeah!”

Diana offered a warm smile, “I’ll bet she’s glad to have you home.”

“Don’t bet on it!  She probably turned my room into an art studio already!”  Diana heard the smack that earned Akko loud and clear.  “Gomen ne!”

“I take it your mother understands English just fine.”

“Yeah.  She and Otousan—er…my dad—helped me practice growing up.”

As Akko chattered on about learning English from a young age, Diana decided to make her way to her bed.  Even as she turned down the covers, she had to stifle a yawn.

“Diana!” Akko gasped on the phone.  “You didn’t wait up, did you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Diana reprimanded.  Of course she had, but Akko didn’t need to know that.  She’d been too worried about missing the call entirely if she slept.  She pointedly ignored the pouting glare on her phone screen.  “What time is it for you, anyway?”

“About one in the morning.  Which makes it about five for you!  Diana!”

Diana chuckled lightly as she climbed into bed.  “I’m getting comfortable now,” she promised.

“Good!”

“…Is it too much trouble to stay on the line until you get home?”

Akko glanced to the side for a moment then said, “No, it’s no trouble.  And anyway, I think Okaasan will be happy for the noise.  It’s past her bedtime!”

Akko, of course, laughed at her own joke, ignoring her mother as she said, “Jikai wa mukae ni ikimasen.”

Apparently, Diana really needed to learn Japanese…  “What are your plans for your break?”

“I’ll have to do some shopping before I come back.  I could use some new clothes, you know?  Other than that, I think I’ll just relax and spend time with my parents.  It’s been a long time and I feel like I have to fit a year of love into such a short time!”

Without thinking (and really, curse sleep deprivation for that) Diana blurted out, “Maybe we can visit them over the winter holidays this year.”

Akko’s mouth dropped open into an “o” as she stared at Diana’s image, slack jawed.  As the silence stretched on, Diana realized her faux pas, but it was much too late to take it back.

“Akko!” chided Akko’s mother.  “Shitsureina koto o shinaide kudasai.”

“Watashi wa sore ni nani o iubekidesu ka?”

“Anata ga nozomu mononara, nan demo.”

“Anata wa Yakunitatanai.”

“Akko?”

“G-Gomen ne!  Sorry!”  Diana wasn’t sure if she was imagining the nervousness in her voice or not. 

“Kanojo mo anata ga sukidesuka?”

“Shiranai!” Akko hissed at her mother.  “Stop talking!  Stop talking!  I swear, this woman!  Just let us talk! Yamete!”

Diana couldn’t help laughing at their antics, glad to see Akko smile after she finished with her outburst.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”

“Oh, it’s not you.  Trust me.”

“Well, that makes me feel better.”  Diana, already snuggled under the covers, arranged her pillows to able to lay on her side while hugging a pillow and still holding her phone.  “I mean it, though.  We could visit Japan over the winter.  Or we could fly your parents out here if you’d rather.”

“We can talk about it when you’re not falling asleep on me,” Akko teased.  “You didn’t actually sleep at all, did you, you liar!”

Diana didn’t really have it in her to fight her on that point.  Her eyes felt heavier and heavier with each passing minute and her bed was just so warm and comfortable.  Still, she at least had the decency to blush as she smiled at Akko.

“Get some sleep, you.  We’re almost home.  I’m just gonna grab a quick snack and go to sleep.  I’ll text you when I’m safe in bed, okay?”

Diana hummed a sleepy response at first, but then managed to force herself to say, “Okay.”

Akko laughed at her a bit.  “Goodnight, Diana.  Oyasumi.”

“Goodnight.”

When Akko’s face blinked off her screen, Diana clutched the phone to her chest with a happy sigh before falling almost immediately into sleep.

#dianakko #diakko #dianakkoweek #diana/akko #diana cavendish #akko kagari #atsuko kagari #diana cavendish/akko kagari #diana cavendish/atsuko kagari #lwa #lwa fanfiction #lwa fanfic #fic #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my posts #rainbowriddler #little witch academia #diana #akko

[chey-rewrite]

The Story of the Person Who Taught Me I’m Still Worthy of Love — Even Though I’m Using Drugs

“It’s Avira. Don’t even worry, you can ask me as many times as you need to!”

She did a little half-smile with a twinkle in her eye that told me she was used to having to remind people of her name. It made sense, considering that she interacted with many people who engaged in chronic heavy drug use, suffered from mental illnesses, and had very high-stress day-to-day lives. When you’re living on the streets and are in a constant state of survival, it can be hard to remember someone’s name. Especially one so distinctive as Avira.

“Avira. Got it.” I nodded and shifted the contents of my reusable shopping bag so the handles weren’t digging into my shoulders as much.

I’d met Avira a few months earlier at a drop-in syringe exchange site; the San Francisco AIDS Foundation’s 6th Street location.

I’d gotten all the usual supplies I needed — needles, cookers, cotton swabs, alcohol pads, etc. One of their staff members had let me know that they had a few other services they offered; Narcan, pizza days and groups in their community room. I don’t remember what exactly I was signing up for, or if I was signing up for anything at all, but for one reason or another I was led to sit down and do some kind of intake process.

The person that greeted me was bright and bubbly, with shoulder-length blonde hair and a familiar twinge of sadness behind her bright blue eyes. “Hi! I’m Avira.”

She went down the clipboard asking me the usual about demographics. Gender, race, age.

Where are you living? Outside, around.

Okay, now I’m going to ask you some questions about drug use. In the last thirty days, have you used… Alcohol, weed, crack cocaine, heroin?

She went down the list.

…Methamphetamine? Yes.

She pumped her fist in and exclaimed “yes!” out of some kind of victory, which confused me. Usually when people are asking me all these questions they do anything but celebrate my drug use. “We’re in the club together.” She elaborated, and then moved on to the next question.

That was the first time I met her. I didn’t think a ton of it at the time, but I’ve since been able to recognize this interaction as one of the first seeds planted that assured me I’m not a bad person for doing drugs. That I don’t have to live in shame, that I am capable of being loved unconditionally and accepted just as I am — whether or not I’m on drugs.

The second time I met Avira is when I truly experienced what it’s like to receive the gift of radical acceptance as a person who uses drugs.

I was walking up Market past 6th Street, up the block from the 6th Street syringe exchange. I was carrying a couple of those Nylon reusable shopping bags that were full of the stolen goods I was marching up the street to sell. I hadn’t showered in a while and probably looked fairly rough, but I wasn’t dopesick at the time so I wasn’t terribly burdened by being stopped and greeted.

I had felt bad that she remembered my name so clearly and easily, yet I couldn’t remember hers. But she reminded me ever so kindly, and with all the reassurance in the world that it wasn’t a big deal that I forgot.

“Why don’t you come join me for a cup of coffee? It’s on me.” She smiled, and I agreed. I was unsure of why she was offering exactly — was there something on her agenda? — but something told me it was okay to allow myself to have some trust in this person.

We were already right outside Ritual coffee, so we went in and I opted for the cheapest, simplest thing on the menu — a small black coffee, no cream or sugar. At the time, I didn’t drink coffee much so I didn’t know many other orders anyways.

We sat down in the coffee shop’s chairs that faced outside through the big, glass-paned window wall. Sheepishly and prematurely I sipped my coffee, then did my best to hide the fact that I’d just burnt the shit out of my tongue.

The whole time we talked I waited with caution for her to pivot the conversation to how and why I should stop using drugs, get off the street, and get my life together. I was waiting for a lecture, a gentle yet ridiculously condescending piece of unsolicited advice, a nudge. I was so used to being shamed, shunned, and stigmatized for my drug use by everyone in my life that I truly believed I was a bad person, living a bad life, undeserving of a good life unless I stopped using. I didn’t think that it was possible for someone, especially someone who wasn’t actively using drugs the same way I was, to accept me as I was — drugs and all. I found that Avira didn’t have any agenda. She didn’t look down on me or act as if she knew something I didn’t. She asked me questions about myself; my daily life, background, hobbies, current favorite drugs to do and what kind of safe practices I used. She listened and laughed with me, told jokes and a few of her own stories. She told me explicitly that I wasn’t a bad person for using drugs, and she showed that so clearly with the love, care, and respect that she demonstrated in our interaction.

I felt something brand new open up in my mind after we parted ways. After all the losses of relationships I’d experienced in the recent years — this one, brief experience I had with Avira made me feel like all of that was okay because I’d learned I was capable of being accepted just as I was. Matted hair and all. Reusable shopping bags full of stolen Rogaine and Nexium and all. Picked skin and all. She listened to me like a counselor, laughed with me like a sister, loved and held me like a mom.

When I think about how new the concept harm reduction was to me at this time, I think of the people using drugs who are out there and haven’t had someone like Avira come into their lives. The people who still internalize the messages that the news outlets portray about people experiencing homelessness and using drugs. The people who still use IV opiates alone and in secret, in their room with the door locked. The people who have been kicked out of their family homes and disowned with an order to not come back until they’ve gotten their shit together. The people who’ve only ever been introduced to a 12-step, abstinence-based version of recovery and therefore deem any idea of recovery unattainable. The people that are on a steep spiral of shame downwards, one that will only progress as their basic human needs are continued to be denied.

Avira is the person I talk about when someone asks me why I want to work in harm reduction. Since being sober and learning about the basic principles of harm reduction, I’ve learned that that’s all Avira was doing. She was literally meeting me where I was at — and allowing me to stay there. It was absolutely ground-breaking for me at the time, but now I know that there are entire organizations, classes, specialties and careers based around exactly these principles and modes of recovery. I realized that that’s the person I want to be to others, in whatever capacity that may be. I want to be the person that helps someone else see that they’re worthy of love and acceptance — drug use and all.

#harm reduction #drug use #drug addiction #recovery #people who use drugs #alcoholism #pwud

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Hiii, I saw your self-ship ask event and omg, it's so cute! Anyway, I wanted to ramble about me and none other than Ran Haitani (doing so makes me really happy and warm) Thank you so much for doing this event :")

I'm allergic to showing the people I like/love that I like/love them. So this means I can be kinda "tsundere" in a way as a panic response when someone notices that I like them? It goes a little like this:

Person: "Aww, you did [favor] for me! Are you going soft for me?"

Me: "I only did it because I had nothing else to do." (lying)

You can already see how that'll go with Ran lmao. I feel like he'd just smile and say "If you say so~" because he can see right through me.

I'm the type to do something drastic when I get really angry. While me and Ran are both generally calm people, he's the calmer one of the two of us. I'm all rational and reasonable until I get angry which is why it's Ran who has to hold me back.

I don't know what to do with myself when someone shows romantic interest in me. If someone is trying to hint that they like me in that way, I will act like the most dense motherfucker ever. Giggling at the thought of Ran being entertained at first and then getting frustrated the longer it goes on.

I'm likely to write/make art about the people I love. (I may or may not have written poems and created concept playlists about Ran) That's one of my love languages along with Quality Time and Acts of Service, I guess. I never show the poems and artworks to my muses, though. I would die before I ever do that lol. I think Ran would have a knack for finding my work and knowing when it's about him. I'll never hear the end of it.

I'm down for just sitting in silence or napping together which I bet Ran would be very happy to do. I feel like we can both stop caring about being interesting when together alone and just exist.

I don't have a playlist but the songs that give me the most Ran feels are:

Don't Delete the Kisses - Wolf Alice

Tokyo Love Hotel - Rina Sawayama

R.E.M. - Ariana Grande

That's all, thank you!

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◇─◇──◇── @tenjikubaby  x Ran! ──◇──◇─◇

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A second birthday special! Happy birthday!

□ Ran adores your playlists and lets you curate the music on every drive you take together. Sometimes he listens closely to the lyrics and will tease you if there's a chance you're playing it because it reminds you of him.

□ Ran doesn't snoop. He doesn't! But sometimes he does drop a sketchbook/notebook and he happens to notice a doodle of a person that looks suspiciously like him. And sometimes he likes to pull poem books off the shelf to take a peek at any loose leaf sheets poking out.

□ He wishes sometimes that he could express his feelings that way for you, but he opts instead for tugging you to bed to cuddle and nap. You can usually guess he's found something when he gets EXTRA physically clingy <3.

□ Ran also loves quality time, I think it might be one of his top two love languages. You know, he's such a gossip lol. I think he loves to spend chatty time before naps, arms wrapped around your back, tugging you to half lay on him,,,

□ I feel like Ran loves PDA and doing silly grand gestures that he knows fluster you. Eventually he gets a feel for the lines he cannot cross, but honestly, here and there, his antics (a little slap to your ass in front of the guys or a big dramatic sign and flowers to pick you up at any public transport or event.

□ He will scoop you up and leave kisses up and down your face and you'll be blushing FURIOUSLY and you probably pull him by his hand to leave as quickly as possible because such histrionics are probably uncomfortable for you (same tho)

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Consider Ran (before you're together) having a week where he get's frustrated with the chase. And you part on rocky terms. But through it all, my god he's really genuinely grown so attached to you and he needs to find a way to fix stuff. For ease, lets assume he has some myspace/discord portal to see what you're listening to and he finds you listening to don't delete the kisses on repeat. He leaves a note in you bag the next time you see him, he leaves a note in his weirdly neat handwriting:

"Get over it and take me out.

It's meant for you.

-r"

It's the most romantic this he's done and that he may ever do but shit. Maybe it won't be too hard to hit him up at least....casually...right?

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Come make my day, tell me about your self ship, and get some hcs of your own.

#SelfVi's Event #normally i ask something! #but i got too excited! #so feel free to interact a lil hehe #i try to build that in but oops #i hope you liked it! #happy birthday! #another meatier for the birthday hehehe #ill try to get more out soon!

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