#this is a great reaction image to have on hand for the next time i get gender euphoria from wearing my sam jacket

[prodbymaui]

Oops, Baby (I Love You)

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

PAIRING: jeong jaehyun x reader

GENRE: modern royalty ; arranged marriage

WORD COUNT: 12.5k+ words

WARNINGS: heavy alcohol consumption, mentions of sleeping pills, food play, oral sex, dirty talks. (the whole fic is romcom slash very fluffy, the only nasty thing here is the smut scene)

SYNOPSIS: you had been living your life as a rebellious and controversial crown princess, now you must face the consequence of purifying your tainted image; marrying the gentle and infamous crown prince of South Korea.

PLAYLIST: Do you hear my heart?

A/N: after weeks of depression episodes what do you call them), I finally got the strength to finish this bad bitch lmao. I know you guys have been waiting so I hope you'll leave your thoughts after? anyways, happy reading!

Everything is spinning and everyone is either two or three. You don't know how much alcohol you've drank but certainly it was enough for you to stumble your way out of the bar, looking for somewhere to puke your guts out.

The intense nausea is already too much for your fucked up body system to accommodate, but the gods and deities thought it's not enough and it'll be perfect if you trip continuously on your Celine Truffle Pointed Heels, possibly damaging it more than you've done to your other shoes. The mask to hide your face is not helping as well.

Someone bumps your side and due to your drunken state, you lose your balance and break one of the heels, sending you to dive to your side. Your eyes shut close as you brace yourself for a painful slam but it never comes. Instead you meet a firm chest hidden underneath a black dress shirt and 2 layers of silver necklaces.

Looking up, through your hazy vision, you see pursed lips and palms up, as if avoiding touching you anywhere. As you step to regain your balance, you trip once again and like a deja vu, the man only lets you use his shoulders and chest to support yourself but never lets his hands touch you.

''You might want to get off of me, Ms…?''

Hearing that voice, a strange sense of familiarity and longing surge to your heart, engulfing it and squeezing it. As if to say, remember it.

''...heart.'' Why is my heart aching?

The man pulls away and observes you, sighing. He clears his throat. ''Sorry, Heart.''

His figure walking away is the last thing you see before your vision blacks out with no guarantee of you being able to recall the events that took place tonight.

Utmost disappointment. Series of distasteful comments. Disapproving reactions. Surely, these aren't the usual feelings of the people towards the soon-to-be-queen of their country but it has been the weekly routine for the people of yours to criticize their sole princess.

''Strip her off the royal titles–! Are these people out of their mind?!'' Your squeal that comes close to a banshee rings across the whole entirety of the bedroom.

''Excuse them, they take after their princess.'' Hiding her giggles behind a fist, Winter scrambles off the bed as you aim to strangle her fragile neck.

Barely dodging your deathly grips by an inch, Winter's yelps bounces off the walls continuously, followed by your irritated shrieks and threatening hands ready to crush your best friend. The chase eventually dies down with the two of you panting, catching your breaths. You pull her short brown locks one last time before jumping on the bed, face down. Winter does the same and lands next to you, arms draping over each other.

A knock disrupts the peaceful atmosphere that engulfs the room, pulling you out of your slumber trance. You knew the pattern of the knock too well. It is practiced by all royal staff to ensure politeness and great manners whenever they are surrounded by royalties and VIPs. Included in training  as per the Queen's request.

The door opens and it reveals a female servant. This one's not yours, judging by the blue brooch. ''Good evening, Your Highness. Ms. Kang wishes to see you in her office right now and orders me to fetch you.''

''And why is that?''

''She said nothing, Ma'am.''

That earns a boisterous laugh from your best friend, alongside a series of claps. ''Goodluck on hearing an hour of scolding, girl.''

Winter sends you a 'fighting' gesture. You give her your middle finger.

The trip to the advisor's office takes a few minutes as the private chambers of the royal members are at the east wing while gatherings, some royal duties, and part where it is open for the public are dealt with at the west side of the palace. You're still not mentally prepared when the wooden entrance makes its way for you. As your eyes meet the pair of the royal advisor, you know you should've prepared yourself much better.

''Good evening, Your Highness. Please do take a seat.''

Albeit it's probably showing on the courtesy of your eyebrows, you still cover your scoff with a cough under your breath. ''Drop the politeness, Eunhye. I don't need it.''

Eunhye removes the newspaper that serves as a hindrance for you to see her expression, and there you spot the disapproving look on her face. You shrug inwardly. What's new? You suppose people in their late 30s are quite uptight. Or it's just your former babysitter.

Kang Eunhye used to play with you a lot during your childhood whenever you and your friends didn't have a playdate. You should've known she was going to take up her late mother's position when Eunhye often disappeared after the death of the former royal advisor. That was when she started changing and became more strict with you.

''You don't need it, you say? Good. Because I don't perceive it as necessary when I tell you Her Majesty had gone haywire by yet another scandal of her sole heir that she asked me to not let you out of the palace if it's not for your studies or royal duties.''

''–what?! That's absurd!''

''Oh I think it's a light punishment for a scandal involving participating in a brawl, breaking the nose of a commoner and almost ending up in jail. Mind you, this happened in front of a controversial bar! And to top it all off, it hasn't been a week since you were caught sleeping in the streets because your drunk ass couldn't help yourself up!''

You scratch your head. ''...well, if the bodyguards came–''

''They would've if you didn't switch clothes with a random woman and make them follow her thinking it was you! Do you know they got suspended and will not receive a portion of their salary because of what YOU did? It's only because of the King that they were spared from getting fired.''

''Not my fault that the guards you hired were fools and easily deceived. They should've recognized my figure even with different clothes.''

''They are bodyguards. Not your devoted fans–,'' Eunhye sighs. ''Your Highness.''

A moment of silence travels along the soundwaves of the room decorated with blue.

''Okay…? What do you want me to do, then? Public appearances? Press conference?''

Eunhye, knowing her ways, will probably advise you to address the issue, apologize for the things that you don't even regret to pacify the netizen. And because they most likely (definitely) won't buy your fake ass apology statement and continue to terrorize you on social media, your schedule will be packed with attending public events to show your 'genuineness'.

You've done this routine more times than the royal court approves so you know what to expect. In fact, you already have a few suggestions ready on which events will possibly dust bits of dirt on your name. You know this like the back of your hand.

The Queen enters. ''No.''

Apparently, you don't..? 

The moment your mother opens her mouth, you feel as if a myriad of buckets of icy water washes over you.

''You will marry a gentleman with a clean image. By then, you will be seen with great influence and garner people's love.''

Once. Twice. You slap yourself three more times but you don't wake up from this nightmare. Winter only looks at you pitifully while chewing her steak.

''Darling, would you please stop hurting yourself?'' A lovable tone is evident from the King's voice, accompanied by a concerned stare.

You sigh but the stabs of your fork through your own steak doesn't stop. ''Marry a gentleman.. I can't fucking believe this.''

''Language.'' The Queen says firmly. ''I apologize for getting ahead of you. I suppose you don't fancy a gentleman?''

''You apologize for assuming my preference but not for taking away my freedom..?''

''Do you wish to marry a lady, then?''

Silence fills the table. You sigh. ''Honestly? Anything would be fine.''

Your mother mums. ''Very well, then. You will be meeting your fianceé in 3 days–''

''–as long as I get to choose who I am marrying.''

''That won't be possible. The person needs to have the most influence and power among your age. The gender will be the only thing we can let you choose.''

''You don't have problems with having a queer princess?''

The Queen frowns. ''Of course, why would we? It is neither a crime nor a sin.''

Your father then nods. ''The royal court fully supports it since two decades ago.''

''But not the 'choosing your own lover'?'' You can only shake your head. You turn to the maid nearby. ''Please bring this to my room, I'll eat there instead.''

Everyone watches you in silence. No one at the table dares to scold you for your behavior.

''She has the rights to be upset this time.'' The King comments.

''Yes, she does.'' The Queen agrees.

Winter warily looks around, pursing her lips as she raises her hand. ''Uhm.. Your Majesty?''

''Yes, Lady Minjeong?''

Winter winces at the mention of her government name. ''As your daughter's best friend, will it be possible for me to know who she'll be marrying?''

Smiling, the King snaps his finger. ''Ah.. let's see if the future lover would pass the best friend's vibe check.''

His husband sends him a curt glance. ''Don't ever try to use generational phrases, it doesn't suit you. Back to Lady Minjeong, yes, it is possible. Would you like to know now?''

''A-already? I thought you're still looking through the profiles?''

''We have tons of staff, Lady Minjeong.''

''Right, I forgot about that.'' Winter sheepishly smiles.

''I'll excuse myself then. I have an appointment with a VIP in an hour, I have to go.'' Just as the husband and wife head towards the exit of the dining hall, the Queen turns. ''It is Prince Jaehyun of South Korea. A good man and the best one for the princess.''

''None on twitter. Nadda on instagram. Nothing on their official website. Heck, there's not even a single picture on google! Does this Prince Jaehyun even exist?'' Winter exclaims as she continues to scroll on her phone.

Frowning, you throw a pillow in her direction. ''Let the others hear your whining and they'll think you have a crush on my soon-to-be-fianceé. Why are you so interested in him?''

''Well, duh! You're literally marrying him, that's enough reason for me to get curious! The question here is why are YOU not interested?''

''I'm more interested in that man at the bar.''

''You should give some! This is the person you'll be spending your life with we're talking about!''

Scoffing, you tug the ends of her hair. ''Will you stop saying I'll marry him? The engagement will be called off sooner than mom and dad can even realize it's coming.''

Winter gasps dramatically and shots up to sit. ''What if it's some old man with a stinky smell and white hair? Oh my god what if Her Majesty agreed to marry you off to some ugly ass 50 year old man for the sake of the country's betterment?!''

Threatening to punch her if she doesn't stop with the overthinking, Winter zips her mouth as she decides to scroll on her phone once again.

You sigh. ''Pretty sure, Mom wouldn't do that, right? I mean she said something about being the best out of the people among our age so..''

''Huh, look at this.''

Winter crawls to you from the part of the she is lying, hands careful not to swipe her screen and risk refreshing the page. You squint your eyes to see.

PANN:

Crown Prince Jaehyun Once Again Stuns The People Of South Korea With His Amazing Visuals.

[ +217, -5 ] It's a shame that we're not allowed to post a photo of him on the internet. How am I supposed to stare at his face for a long time then? How am I supposed to appreciate and share his beauty?

[ +190, -3 ] Daebak! The royal family just visited our village and the rumors weren't lying when they said Prince Jaehyun is handsome ahwksjskww. He's like a walking statue!

[ +165, -20 ] I would die for a man like Prince Jaehyun. Very gentleman and polite. One time, I was with my niece when I met him and the youngest prince in a mall. My niece really wanted the toy car but Prince Jaehyun and Prince Jaemin got the last one before use but they still gave it to my niece.

[ +132, -56 ] Heol ㅋㅋㅋ Of course he would say that, he has an image to keep up! Royalties would try to polish their personalities in public often because they can't afford to lose the trust of the people. It's so fucking dumb how you think the prince acts that way because that just how he is and not because he has an image to take care of.

[ +122, -13 ] The comment above lolol. You're just jealous that the prince has everything you don't; looks, manners, and brains ㅋㅋㅋ

[ +84, -7 ] I don't think Prince Jaehyun does it because people are watching him. I've seen him lecture Prince Jaemin about how he shouldn't expect to get what he wants every time and mind you no one was inside our store that time as our store isn't quite popular so he couldn't be doing it for his image. I feel like Prince Jaehyun is genuine!

[ +65, -5 ] Didn't a lot of people see him wearing clothes with no brands? And that he has a good relationship with the youngest prince? Idk about you but I'd say that speaks a lot about him.

[ +52, -3 ] I've met Prince Jaehyun a lot of times, the only thing I could say is; 'Ultimately Prince-Like'! Handsome and tall, like he's written by Taylor Swift ㅋㅋㅋ. Prince Jaehyun is a dream *three heart emojis*

As you read over the first comment again, the curve on your forehead only deepens. They are not allowed to post a photo of their prince? Then, that would explain the lack of appearance of the royalty everywhere on social media. This pricks your interest. 

''That's a bit.. odd. They forbid any pictures of that prince from getting uploaded.''

''I know right! It's strange. Why would they hide the prince's face if he's truly handsome like the people said?''

You suck the top of your teeth. ''Maybe he's actually ugly and those that say otherwise were paid people. Or probably royal staffs ordered to spread some good words about their prince.''

''Why are you so hell-bent in making him ugly? Can't accept that your parents actually chose someone handsome, rich, and has good personality?''

Shaking your head, you wave your hand dismissively. Oh how you wish you could swipe off that annoying smirk on Winter's face. Is there a rule saying a princess can escape any law including those that involves unaliving a certain daughter of a duke? Hopefully, there is!

If, miraculously, your parents bring that man from the bar to you and arrange him to a marriage with you, maybe then you'll agree to tie up the knot at such a young age. In fact, you might even drop down to your knees and serve him–

The alcohol, or lack thereof, is definitely not good for you.

With the news of your engagement being released plus the anger from the people that is far from dwindling anytime soon, Winter didn't think twice to join you when the idea of getting drunk comes up. There's nothing better than drowning yourself in alcohol after constantly having to deal with the disappointed people of your country.

However, the night is just near getting young when your personal bodyguards dragged you and your best friend out of the bar. It is said that the royal advisor ordered them to do so but your mother was the root. It angered you to the core. They took your freedom of marrying someone you truly love and now, they're depriving you of coping with it as well? How controlling.

Winter was sent home right after both of you got howled back to the royal car. A couple of warnings from the Duke to his daughter and you know something is off. 

Winter's father isn't one to indulge himself in his daughter's vices. Sure, he keeps tabs on her every now and then but the Duke of Boryeong never attempts to control Minjeong as if some kind of robot, lest he suffers from the wrath of Duchess of Boryeong.

You could only wish your own parents did the same. Maybe they will. If you beg for a couple of days in front of the palace while dawning your white hanbok like those korean historical films that Winter likes to watch.

Shutting the car door close, you pass a whisper of 'thank you' to the driver before striding inside the palace. There aren't many people aside from those guarding the entrance which is why you don't find the need to be extra careful on your way. Being free from the shackles of aches caused by your heels is the only thing on your mind.

Just as you turn a corner, straight down the hall that leads to the dining area– you collide with someone. It'll send you a few steps backwards if it's not for the grip on your blazer. Your vision clearing takes a couple of seconds, courtesy of being tipsy from your previous activity.

''Is everything alright?'' A rather soothing yet deep voice asks you, hands already back on his sides.

Your attention diverts to the man that steadies you. Sharp cheekbones in contrast to the soft jawline, almond eyes, and a slightly chapped lips. You wonder if they're naturally pink or the color comes from cosmetic products.

''Your Highness–'' Eunhye appears out of thin air and your bodies separate right as the royal advisor sets her eyes on you. 

Your Highness? Who could this be?

''Ah, I see, you've met each other already. Shall we take this to the dining..? Her Majesty awaits alongside the King and Queen of South Korea.''

No words are exchange between you. Silence fills the air. Clicking of heels appearing every now and then until they reach where your parents and the leaders of South Korea chatters. Everyone stands before their seats at the sight of two crown heirs.

You might be rebellious but no way you're gonna forget the basic manners each person should possess. Doing a brief curtsy, you earn a loving smile from the Queen of South Korea. It radiates warmth and comfort. 

The man beside you does a bow as well that makes his body fold to a 90 degrees. It was too formal for your liking. Too ancient royalty. Too prince-like. So this is what the mysterious prince of South Korea looks like. Somehow, it irks you to the bones.

Gritting your teeth, you sit at the right side of your father after exchanging pleasantries. Each person that occupies the seats of the table starts to dig in as they begin to discuss the matter which you assume is about your issue.

You thought you could go through this dinner in peace until the conversation, courtesy of your mother, diverts to you.

''I've seen the news but it doesn't bother me at all. The princess is merely having fun, just like those around her age do. I, myself, have gone through that phase. '' Queen Miyoung laughs softly. ''The Crown Princess is only at the wrong place, at the wrong time. We used to get in trouble for sneaking out often before as well, isn't that right?''

With the amount of times you've gotten snapped by the paps and you were caught doing shits that is considered inappropriate behavior for a royalty like you— surely, it's not a coincidence anymore. Ever since your first scandal came up, the media that follows your every step doubles. They are always hungry for a headline. And you cannot deny the fact that you're giving them a reason to use you as one.

Your mother reciprocates her friend's chuckles, shaking her head as they recall their memories during when they were your age. Surprisingly, there's a relief inside you. Well, at least the Queen of South Korea doesn't think you're a defect in the royal family.

''I think the wild-like personality of our dear perfectly contrasts the gentle and tame personality of Prince Jaehyun, which is a charming point that the people will eventually love once they got to know about this marriage.'' Your mother adds. 

Balling up your fist, you had to bite the insides of your cheeks to prevent your eyes from rolling.

''Oh absolutely!'' Queen Miyoung places a hand on her son's shoulder, a smile once again appearing on her captivating features. ''My son here is known in our country as someone who is compassionate, emphatic, and humble. Talented on top of that as well!''

Adoration paints your mother's face. ''So I've heard. I feel assured that someone like Prince Jaehyun will be taking care of my daughter.''

''Please, Your Majesty, you can just call me Jaehyun.''

The velvety voice swoons the hearts of the Queen. ''Alright, alright. My heart is beaming at the thought of having you as my son-in-law soon, Jaehyun.''

What the hell? What did this Jaehyun do for him to gain the favor of those around him? Even your father is nodding and smiling in approval as he shares a conversation with this insufferable prince! 

''Humor me, Jaehyun.'' Your father speaks. ''What do you do as a hobby?''

Probably plan how he can convince everyone with that fake ass personality lol.

Jaehyun pats the napkin on his lips before replying. ''Not much, Sir. I indulge myself in music instruments and sometimes, I also sing for fun.''

Did he do his research? That's your father's favorite pastime!

''Ah, singing! If you didn't know, that's one of the things I like the most especially if I'm consumed with boredom.''

Your mother nods. ''Catch him singing while signing papers at his office. Or while feeding our dogs.''

Chuckles blooms on the table.

''Maybe if we have enough time, you could sing for us?'' Your mother suggests as the others agree. 

Jaehyun shakes his head with a fist hiding his smile. ''I'm not great at singing but I'll make sure to prepare once that time comes.''

Acting humble now, eh? He doesn't have to prepare because you'll make sure that time won't come. The skin on your forehead creases even before you could stop it. This is stressing you out more than you anticipated.

Deciding to release your stress on something else, you proceed to harshly cut your Sole Meuniére with the knife prepared by the kitchen staff all the while pursing your lips. Poor innocent Mr. Fish, suffering from the wrath of a princess.

Operation: Stopping the wedding! Step 1, do things that will turn him off. Forking the sea creature's meat, you make sure to chew extra loudly, looking straight at Jaehyun's eyes as you open your mouth every now and then while munching. Surely, anyone would grimace at the sight of chewed fish meat inside one's mouth and at the sound it makes.

Anyone, Prince Jaehyun not included. You slow down the movement of your jaw when the man only sports a brief squint of his eyes before turning away, as if he didn't see the disgusting view you just showed him. Is he not disgusted? Hah! Maybe this is how he actually chews when there's no people around so he's not bothered by it. That's right!

You nod subtly at the voices in your head, gulping the food down when it starts to feel a little weird on your tongue. Reaching for the glass of water, you sip the liquid to tend your throat.

''So about the wedding next week–''

The people gasp, your father standing up from his seat. Series of coughing sounds emit from you as you pat your chest continuously.

''I'm sorry– the water went down the wrong pipe.'' You face towards the other way while massaging your throat, your back getting tapped by your father.

What were they thinking, mentioning that fucking wedding while eating? What if you die from choking? Far-fetched, but you don't cross out the possibilities anyway.

Clearing your throat, you give them a smile after fixing yourself. ''Did I hear it right? The wedding is next week? Isn't that quite fast? We're not chasing a due date here. Plus, we haven't even announced an engagement yet. I'm sure the people will be shocked if I'm suddenly married or engaged in just a matter of days. I suggest prolonging the engagement for– let's say.. a month? I think that would be realistic enough.''

King Jaekyung sends you a grin. ''Dear, your engagement is trending on social media platforms as we speak.''

''W-what?''

You quickly fish out your phone. You don't even have to search either your name or Jaehyun's because an article about your engagement pops up the moment the app loads.

JUST IN: The Crown Princess Revealed To Be Engaged To The Crown Prince of South Korea

After getting involved in numerous issues, the Crown Princess had dropped off the limelight for a few days only to surprise us with an amazing news. According to the exclusive interview held two days ago, Her Highness shyly reveals that the reason for her disappearance on the radar is because a certain man snatches her focus with a shiny ring!

The princess happily shares that she and Prince Jaehyun, Crown Prince of South Korea, have been in a healthy relationship for 4 years now and still going strong. During the early months of dating, the two royalties express their worries about causing an unnecessary ruckus and heartbreaks if they ever go through a break up. According to Her Highness, a stable relationship wasn't exactly guaranteed as they live in different countries and have heavy responsibilities as the future leaders which is why they avoided letting the people know about their romance until they are sure that they can handle the consequences all at once.

''The country had been experiencing some serious issues back then so when Jaehyun and I started to get in touch, we decided not to make it public immediately. Not only were we just starting but we also didn't want to stir another headline if we ever broke up. We were teenagers 4 years ago, we were kids. We know that we are bound to make mistakes but as the future leaders of our countries, adding our childish break up to the countries' problems isn't something that we desire. Thankfully though, our relationship stayed strong and sturdy. There were a few fights here and there, of course, but Jaehyun and I remained understanding with each other. Those years were the reason why I didn't hesitate to say yes when he proposed to me. It was just the two of us, no cameras, no media, no other people. Saying this might be off to some but I was glad that only the both of us got to witness it. As someone who lives in front of the camera and prying eyes, we enjoyed the privacy and intimacy we had during the proposal. We initially didn't plan to have our wedding soon but we figured that there's no point in prolonging what's been a long time coming. Our love kept us intact throughout the years and until now, I could say that I'm still very much and deeply falling in love with him.'' said the Crown Princess.

Furthermore, Prince Jaehyun also shared that one of the reasons that he hid his face was to protect his relationship with his future lover, now Crown Princess. Show more…

''I don't– I don't remember getting interviewed for this...''

The Queen massages your shoulder. ''That's the power of influence, love.''

A shrieking scream jostles Winter in her bed despite being on the other line. Rubbing her ears, Winter felt as if her eardrums got busted just now. She munches on her cookies while she waits for you to be finished with all your screaming and throwing angry punches at the poor teddy bear beside your pillows.

The screeching stops. You look at Winter through the screen of your phone. ''Humor me.''

Eyes boring to you, she didn't stop licking the crumbs that were left on her fingers. ''What is it?''

''Making up stories about my supposed relationship with that man was one thing, but seriously? Telling the whole country I'm still fucking falling in love? Deeply even!''

You hear your bestfriend giggle. ''You think them making everyone think you're smitten with a man is worse than creating fake ass stories about your love life?''

''Well, Isn't it?''

''You're unbelievable.''

''Tell me something I don't know.'' Getting off your bed, you head out of the room. ''Anyways, text you later.'' Blowing her a kiss, the call ended just as you jog down the stairs.

It's been three days since you last saw that prince and those days might be the happiest of your entire life, sans the nags from your mom to get closer with that twat. For a few suns, you've surprisingly experienced peace.

However, it didn't last a long time. It seems like when God precipitated a rain of misfortunes, you were in the middle– swimming in it. Instead of peacefully staying at the palace just like you had always done, you received the news saying you'll move to a place– an apartment. And you received it through waking up one day and seeing them packing your things without even asking your permission. You were asking yourself whether it's real, or it's just a figment of your imagination as sleep still buzzed in your veins.

Now, what's so unfortunate about having your own place? Jeong Jaehyun, is what's unfortunate. You won't forget that infuriating smirk that he sports as he watches you glare at the boxes in the living room, boring holes in them. Complaints start to spill out of your mouth in a whisper despite being in the same space with him in just a matter of an hour.

Dividing the closet and choosing bedrooms is a nightmare. Everyone knows you've got things enough for 3 people, including your heels collection. Storing your possessions requires a big space, but Jeong Jaehyun thought it was a great idea to upped you and place his stupid rubber shoes (or sneakers) collections first without leaving any space for your heels.

Jaehyun stands by the door, leaning on the frame with his arms crossed as he witnesses you turn into some kind of witch, casting different spells, desperate to cast his annoying ass away. It's so comical that it had Jaehyun's shoulder shake as he stifles his laugh. A witch with a collection of heels? Truly, one of a kind.

''Let's split them, Jeong. You take the right side, I'll take the left.''

''No can do.''

''The fuck? Are you expecting me to leave my babies on the floor?''

Jaehyun quirks a brow. ''What's so bad about that? I'm sure your 'babies' will not mind where they are placed, nonetheless.''

''Well, I do!''

The prince turns his heels, but before walking away, he looks at you over his shoulder. ''Learn to take a no, witch.''

''W–what? A fucking what? Hey! Jeong, you jerk– get back here and repeat what you said! Oh you piece of– you did not just say what I heard you said.''

Needless to say, the night ended with you cackling like the devil you are in your room while Jaehyun stays at the kitchen, pressing a cold compress to his skin, hissing. This should go away by tomorrow, or he wouldn't be able to explain how he got a faint mark of slippers on his forehead. Prepare a protective gear if he wants to taunt a witch, Jaehyun notes.

Operation: Stopping the wedding! Step 2, piss the fuck out of him like he does to you.

Being the menace that he is, Jeong made it his daily errand to annoy the hell out of you. His day wouldn't go by without doing things that ticks you off so much you just wish something important would come up in Korea so Jaehyun would be obligated to leave your country and magically stay there for good. 

Example no.1, the cookies you baked for yourself.

''Jeong, where's the cookies?''

''What cookies?''

''The ones in the tray. On the countertop.''

''I don't know no cookies.''

The crumbs on the corner of his lips says otherwise. You waited for half an hour to eat that!

''You– Jeong!!''

Example no.2 followed not long after. You were running late for a hang out with Winter as you couldn't find your today's pick of pair of heels. No, you wouldn't leave this apartment until you find that very pair. Your outfit won't look put together if you wear a different one.

A quarter before 9 PM, you still haven't found the shoes. Did you perhaps leave it at the palace? That couldn't be! You swear you saw it yesterday. Going back and forth to the walk-in closet, living room, and your bedroom– you're this close to tearing your hair apart and turning the whole apartment upside down.

Your phone pings and displays Winter's message. ''Fuuuck, where did I put that?''

Washing your hands over your face, you tilt your head upwards as you let out an exasperated sigh, stomping your feet in annoyance. When you open your eyes, you see the shoes you had been looking for the past 30 minutes. At the ceiling. Where the broken ceiling fan used to be.

How the hell did that even get— You recall seeing Jaehyun standing on a ladder this morning, saying something about fixing the fan.

''JEONG JAEHYUN, YOU FUCKER!!''

Boisterous laughter echoes from the bastard's room.

You still haven't recovered from the heels incident when example no.3 shows itself.

Hammered from drinking all night long after getting your hands on your shoes, you are swaying and tripping as you reach the apartment, slurring your nonsensical words. You don't know how, but you got home safely anyway. A hangover was expected yet it is harsher than you thought it would be.

''Ah fuck..'' You hold your pounding head.

Heading towards the kitchen, you fend your drying throat some water. Washing yourself is not on the list as you change out of your black bodycon dress and fit yourself into an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. You jog out of the building after fighting the urge to throw up the elevator and arrive at the convenience store in no time, your breath that reeks of alcohol be damned.

Picking up a few items for your hangover didn't take long, the cashier is already punching them a few minutes upon your arrival.

''You..''

You bore your eyes to the cashier. ''Yes?''

''...Nothing, Ma'am.'' He then proceeds to tell you the total of what you bought.

There's no further exchange between the two of you after that, so when you get your plastic bag, you walk back to your apartment. As you prepare yourself some cup noodles, you tilt your head, tsking.

Is it just you or the cashier has been giving you some looks? You might be suffering from a headache but pretty sure, you're sober enough to notice the subtle glances the cashier has been giving you. Did you do something stupid again last night? But Eunhye would be calling you first in the morning if you did. Maybe he recognizes your face? The country's princess' face is plastered everywhere. 

''Whatever. Why am I even thinking about it?'' Ever since the engagement, you noticed that you became more cautious in your actions. The streets say the lioness got tamed by a prince. You say you just learned your lesson not to underestimate your mother's punishments.

Staring at your food, your bladder got triggered at the sight of the soup. Peeing what's probably the alcohol in your system, you stand before the sink to wash your hands. And when you look up, you feel an overwhelming surge of emotion.

You are shocked. You are angry. You want to hide yourself from embarrassment. You want to punch the wall. And on top of that, you desire to unalive a royalty, preferably a crown prince that comes from South Korea.

A smile that appears to stretch the ends of your lips. A massive black dot on your nose and cheeks. Two big horns at the top of your eyebrows.

''JEONG JAEHYUN YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD!!''

There were a lot of pranks that Jaehyun had played, with big ones not failing to show up each week. Hiding your charger. Stealing your snacks. Mismatching your socks. And many more that ruin your day so often that the second thing you'd do after waking up is checking for the prank that the prince had done for the day. You are frustrated. And it's not like you to let these kinds of things pass without getting back. This time, you're making sure he'll order to stop the wedding and regret messing with you.

Shuffling in her bed, Winter huffs. ''What do you want?''

''Help me curate a list of the most infuriating pranks.''

Your best friend frowns. ''What for? Are you turning to a kid now? Or perhaps, you're..'' Then she gasps. ''You're carrying a kid?!''

''..The fuck?'' How did she even come up with that conclusion?

''Isn't that what happens when two people who hate each other's guts live under the same roof? Like enemies to lovers!''

You scoff. ''I told you to stop watching kdramas.''

''I'm Korean, duh!'' Winter rolls her eyes. ''Don't forget I'm still upset you took a long time before telling me you literally moved in with your fianceé.''

''Well now you know, and I'm asking for help so I could escape this hellhole.''

''Wait– so you're telling me to suggest pranks in order for you to move out? How does pranking even equals to that?''

Giving her a bored stare, you click your tongue. ''I'll piss the hell of out him, he won't be able to sleep properly at night.''

Winter squeaks. ''You're pranking the prince–?!''

''Yeah, no shit. Who else would it be?''

''Never thought I'd to live the day I'll see you getting on prank wars with your fianceé.''

''Yadda yadda. Just help me with it, please.'' Winter fake gags as she watches you bat your eyes at her.

''Promise me when you get in trouble, my name won't get drag.''

''You're my ride or die, though..''

''...''

''...''

''...Fine.''

''Yay!!''

Jaehyun passes the clock a glance. He's up early so he doesn't have to worry about getting late to his appointment for the day. His footsteps ring from his bedroom, eventually transfering to the kitchen. Just as Jaehyun reaches out for a mug, a container catches his attention.

''Made too much, you can eat it if you want.'' The sticker on it says.

His eyes must be playing with him. What has gone to the witch? Should he be scared? Although overthinking aside, you mentioned that you only made more than enough for one person, hence giving it to him. Welp, free breakfast for him then.

Sitting down, Jaehyun takes off his coat lest he stains it minutes before he attends an appointment. The lid clicks open and his nostrils hit with an appetizing scent of eggs and bacons. There's some rice and tomatoes on the side as well.

Biting the bacon along with rice, Jaehyun chews slowly, checking out the taste. He then hums, figuring out there's nothing to be afraid of. They taste like what they should've been. Strangely, Jaehyun thinks it tastes more delicious.

Today, you are not at the unit as it is the start of your 'redeeming reputation' era. Jaehyun ponders what you're doing right now. Are you sleepy? He heard you talking to your friend at 2am. Have you eaten breakfast properly? You eat a little in the morning. Are you having fun? Or you're just pretending to be? You don't fancy gatherings unless it's with people you are close to.

Jaehyun doesn't know when he started thinking of you, he just catches himself wondering what you're up to often. Is he catching feelings? Is he getting infatuated? Jaehyun doesn't think much of it. If he's developing feelings, then so be it. Would it be bad for him to harbor romantic feelings for his–

Saliva lands everywhere on the counter as Jaehyun launches forward, spitting what he ate at the empty spot of his plate. ''What the fuck..?''

Using a fork, he pokes the egg, turning it sideways, up and down. The food breaks down with all the movement, revealing the receipt that left an overly salty taste on Jaehyun's buds.

Fishing out his phone, he snaps a picture of the devil food in front of him before sending it to you, uncaring if it looks disgusting and all chewed up.

JH: What the hell is this?

Not even a minute, you reply. As if you've been waiting for him to message you.

You: Uh.. egg? Duh.

Jaehyun clicks his tongue.

JH: I know it's a goddamn egg. Why the fuck does it have clumps of rock salts in it? We put iodized, not the huge ones.

You: Heh. *Tongue out and eyes shut closed tightly emoji*

Jaehyun gulps down his water alongside his irritation, eyebrows meeting each other. He tries to settle for the bacon and rice but the demonic egg fucked up his taste buds and now, he can't enjoy his breakfast. Jaehyun should've known his fate was written the moment he decided to prank you.

Little did the royalty know, it was just the start of his road to slow death. Starting from the salty as fuck eggs, Jaehyun soon finds out you took the remote of the TV and so he couldn't watch the movie he had been waiting for since the announcement of its release date, unfortunately Jaehyun is not one to remember his passwords– he couldn't log in on his mobile phone.

What comes next is the kitchen sprinklers. You must've noticed Jaehyun cooks his own food from thereon (the egg incident) and figures out it'll be a good idea to use it against him. Jaehyun didn't see the lack of labels on the sprinklers, and with his hands already memorizing the placement of herbs and spices, Jaehyun grabs what he knows is the right one. Long story short, the prince opts for food delivery as his kimchi jjigae was for the ants. It was like the demon egg all over again, except this time, it was fucking sweet.

3 days later, when Jaehyun's favorite sneakers went missing, he knew he hadn't misplaced them. Is he unlucky that you're out of the city to do your princess duties? Maybe. Is he gonna let this piss him off? No, that means satisfying your goals. This is nothing, Jaehyun can search for it, surely it's somewhere in the house.

Wrong. Well, it is in the area of the house but it's not in the house. Guess where Jaehyun found his fucking sneakers? On the fucking rooftop. How did you even put that there, he doesn't have a clue. In the end, Jaehyun had to climb a ladder and fell once at the third step (he's quite clumsy, yes) before retrieving his shoes.

As Jaehyun sits through a meeting in a stained white (or should he say pink) dress shirt, he is surely determined to get that win back

Acting civil with your fianceé is something you didn't expect after a constant back and forth of ruining each other's day, but you suppose it's only appropriate in a dinner with the family of both sides. Royals like meals as family bonding it seems, not that you know. Or do your parents consider discussing country matters on dinners as one?

Sipping your champagne, you hum quietly at the taste, too busy in your own world to listen to whatever conversation they are having at the other side of the table. That is until your father softly calls your name. You turn to him and pay attention.

''How's your appearances doing so far?''

''Good, I guess..? If it's not, Eunhye won't let me rest for a day or two.''

It's not like the King and Queen only orders you to help in charities and orphanages solely for building a good reputation for you, they also genuinely care about the unfortunate.

''That's great to hear then.'' Queen Miyoung smiles. And even though you're once struck by her beauty, it doesn't sit well with you.

''Hmm?''

What your mother says next emits a confused look from you. ''Prince Jaehyun will be accompanying you in every schedule, especially those that involves the media.''

You frown. ''But I thought it was for my image? Why would I need him to come with me?''

''Because once people see you getting along with your husband, moreover someone known for his kind and compassionate personality, it'll be easier to convince them that you've changed. Prince Jaehyun will be a great help to you.''

Seeing the grin that the man in front of you is not-so trying to hide, you clench your fist around the cutleries. How irritating.

''It was all thanks to the Prince for he voluntarily comes forward to join you on your appearances including those that does not involve medias.''

So the suffering you'll experience for the following weeks was his idea?

Squinting your eyes at the prince, you reach your foot forward, your face remains unchanging. You observe Jaehyun who's happily eating his food for a few seconds before smirking and stomping down on his foot hard enough to make it hard for him to hide his pathetic whimper.

Concern and worries are thrown at him but he dismisses them with his usual flower smile. Jaehyun then looks at you, his eyes diverting your subtly hidden fist, gesturing to punch him as a representative for your irritation at him. Jaehyun tongues his cheek and chuckles. He dares to fucking chuckle?!

Why is he smiling as if he won the olympics? Why is he so smug about this? And more importantly, why is your heart racing as you stare at the dimples shyly peeking out?

You yelp as you accidentally bite your tongue. Before you could even reach for yours, Jaehyun shoves his glass of water to your hands. Everyone is looking at the exchange, you have no choice but to accept his offer. You wanted them to believe this marriage fell apart naturally, and not because you sabotaged it. Though, you plan on doing the latter.

King Jaekyung's snicker rings on your ears. ''Ah, it seems like the two have been getting along. Perhaps the shared apartment was indeed a great idea.''

Your mother follows right after, clapping lightly. ''Right, right. Look at them, treating each other like real lovers. I'm not gonna be surprised if they themselves request for the wedding to be done soon.''

''How lovely. Are you alright though, darling? What has caused you to bite your tongue?'' Queen Miyoung worries.

''It's noth–''

''She was too busy staring at my face, Mom.'' Now, what the flying fuck is this motherfuck trying to play?

Queen Miyoung squeaks. ''Is that so?''

''Yes– my fianceé here even once said I'm too handsome, I could be up as an exhibit in Louvre.''

You give Jaehyun a smile so sarcastic he will know to run for his life the moment you two get out of here. The other people in the room thought it was a smile fondness instead. While Jaehyun sends you a finger heart, you itch to send him the middle finger.

Your mother shares a giggle with Mrs. Jung. ''Ah.. young love.''

Jaehyun earns another stomp.

Days after the dinner with the Kings and Queens sees you and Jaehyun in a kindergarten wearing pink white polka dots aprons. The little humans cheer as their teacher announces that they'll be designing their own cakes today with the help of the visitors. Visitors being you and Jaehyun.

Raising a piece of fruit, you snatch the kids' attention. ''Who wants some strawberries?'' 

''I want to! I want–!'' Little Seol-a makes grabby hands to you, making you chuckle.

''Okay, okay. Say ah..'' Popping the strawberry in Seol-a's mouth, you receive a cute giggle and 'thank you' from the little girl.

As the teacher announces the start of the making, everyone quickly gets to work, eager to create their most beautiful versions of cakes. Since you also have a cake to decorate, you only look at the kids every now and then, checking up on them. So far, everyone's doing good.

A high-pitched voice calls you. ''Can you please help me with the icing..?''

Smiling, you leave your seat and transfer beside Mina. ''What should we do?''

''I want it pink like Seol-a's, it's so pretty!''

Mina's words pull Seol-a out of her focus, turning to the two of you. Seol-a purses her lips. ''But I'm making it for my mommy. Does your mommy likes pink too?''

Mina looks down and her eyebrows crease in thinking. ''No. My mama likes blue, I think..''

Watching the exchange, you could tell that Seol-a doesn't want to tell Mina off but at the same time, she doesn't want her friend to do exactly the same as she's decorating hers specifically at the thought of her mom.

You decide to step up. ''Then, Mina, would you like yours to be blue?''

Mina ponders for a second before nodding, smiling a bit. ''Okay..''

Seol-a perks up. ''Mina! I'll be pink and yours will be blue, and then let's decorate it the same so our mommies would get matching cakes!''

Mina lights up at what she heard. She will have a matching cake with Seol-a, yet also have her own version. The two girls squeals at the cute teddy bears and gushes over the pastel colors their cakes will be. You smile in adoration.

Minutes pass, little humans ask for your assistance until almost everyone at your table is finished. You feel a tap on your back.

''Hi, Rowoon!''

The chubby boy smiles cutely at you, hugging you. ''Teacher, can you come help me please? Teacher Jaehyun is a bit busy with the others.''

Glancing at Jaehyun, a bunch of kids flock around him, calling his name and asking for his help. It has no sign of dwindling down so you nod, heading towards the boy's place after telling your own group that you'll be at the other table. As you help Rowoon with his cakes, you fail to ignore the conversations he's having with the kids due to the proximity.

''I love chocolates, I eat them everyday! Teacher, do you like chocolates?''

''Yes, of course. Chocolates is one of my favorites.''

''I like chocolate too but my mom won't let me eat more than three. Does your mom let you eat a lot of chocolate, Teacher?''

Jaehyun laughs, shaking his head at the core memory of Queen Miyoung scolding him for eating too much sweets. ''No, she doesn't. Your teeth will turn bad if you eat a lot of it and mommies are just taking care of you.''

''Turn bad? Like fall out–?!'' 

''Most likely.'' The little boy covers his mouth dramatically, earning another laugh from Jaehyun.

''Teacher! Your cake is so pretty!''

''Why, thank you, Yuna.'' Jaehyun boops her nose with a clean finger.

''You should get an award for having a pretty cake.''

One kid appears. ''My mommy gives me kisses as an award!''

''Me too!''

''Does your mommy gives you kisses too, Teacher?''

What's with these kids and questions about mommies?

''No, she doesn't.''

''Oh no.. is she mad at you?''

Jaehyun giggles. ''She's not. She used to give me kisses but not anymore because I'm a big boy now.''

''Ah, you don't want kisses anymore?''

Thinking he will earn kisses from the little kids if he says no, Jaehyun tells them he loves kisses. Humming, one of them then points a finger.

''Teacher will give you kisses as a reward if your cake is the prettiest!''

Jaehyun follows the path where the kid is pointing at. ''Really?'' His eyes landed on you, still and unmoving. Jaehyun bites his lower lip to stop the laugh rumbling on his chest.

Jaehyun grins. ''Then I should work on making this the prettiest cake ever made.''

You almost choke on your own spit.

Articles after articles, headlines after headlines. Old people gush about how pure your interactions are. Adults nudge each other at how you sweetly stare. Teenagers envies how Jaehyun performs all love language at you. It seems like everything now revolves around the Crown Princess and her lover.

The crowd certainly loves the contrasts between you and Jaehyun whereas you're more carefree and casual while Jaehyun sticks to his formal attitude. One thing that became popular amongst your supporters, or 'shippers', is the picture of you– like the diva that you are– wearing a pink miniskirt, corset top, socks with ribbons on top, mary jane pumps, and a cream loose cardigan sits beside Jaehyun who is dawned in his usual dress shirt, slacks, and blazer. You cannot forget that fanfic you found wherein Jaehyun is a CEO and you're a supermodel. Shippers are imaginative and delusional at the same time.

It's been 2 months since you've started attending events with the prince and it wasn't as hellish as you thought. Maybe because Jaehyun can't cause a problem in public, or maybe he just doesn't find the need to. Nonetheless, that didn't cease the fire that is the prank war. It goes on and on that even Winter finds it hilarious at this point. Who knew the lovely couple searched for a list of pranks to do in their free time so they could piss each other off?

Lately though, you've noticed (actually it was Winter) that your pranks have been getting less harmful to your daily lives and had just become something to enlighten the mood. Like the clown that pops up when you open the fridge and the snake balloon hidden in the tin can. Very uncharacteristically, you even find yourselves posting each other's reactions on your stories. And if Jaehyun created an instagram account just to upload videos and pictures of you, you're not so sure. A thing you're certain though is that the dislike for Jaehyun had faded away and was replaced by something else. Something you're yet to find out.

''A penny for your thoughts?'' A finger snaps you out of your thoughts. Jaehyun grins.

You shake your head and continue looking for the best quality of vegetables as Jaehyun follows you around, pushing your cart. Another thing that you've grown to get used to is doing groceries with Jaehyun. Very domestic, isn't it?

''Can we buy this one?'' Jaehyun points at the packs of big marshmallows.

Frowning, you shake your head. ''What're you gonna need it for? It'll just expired at the cabinet.''

''No, it won't.''

''How so?''

''I'll eat it before you can even say chubby bunny.''

''No, Jeong.''

''But we have a mini chocolate fountain machine at home!''

''Yes, a fountain machine you, may I say–'' You face him. ''–unnecessarily bought. Literally no reason to buy one.''

''Well now I can finally use it and it won't be useless anymore..?''

Tsking, you walk away to look at the meat. In the end, Jaehyun huffs, staring longingly at his marshmallows before tailing you, steps heavy.

After shopping for at most 2 weeks worth of food, you type on your phone while Jaehyun carries all those bags. So much for being a macho man. Winter sends an atrocious idea and forces a laugh out of you.

''What's funny?'' Jaehyun asks like a curious cat, peeking at your phone.

''Winter says we should announce that all of this is fake at the upcoming press conference and film Eunhye's reaction. God, that would be hilarious honestly.''

''Oh..'' And curiosity finally kills the cat. Jaehyun mums. Are you faking it all this time? Are you not enjoying your time with him? Are you faking having fun whenever you're with him, even now?

You are about to ask Jaehyun for the car keys but as someone who spends their entire life under the spotlight, you know a camera when you see one. Pocketing your phone, you stride towards the man at the car beside Jaehyun's. Said man tries to run away but you are quicker with your feet and grab him by his collar, you hear Jaehyun's call of your name.

''What's wro–''

''Give me the phone.''

''Why– what's happeni–''

''Give me the fucking phone!'' Shoving the man to a car, he winces at the pain in his back. When he surrenders his phone, you delete his video and throw it on the ground before stomping on it, crashing it.

Jaehyun calls your name again. ''Why did you do that? Stop, you're choking him.''' Though obviously wanting to calm you down, Jaehyun doesn't touch you anywhere, opting to wash his palm over his face.

You ignore him and focus on the man shivering in your hold. ''Tell me, what the fuck do want?''

''Nothing–''

You dig your forearm deeper to his neck. ''I'm only gonna ask this twice, you fucking twig. What do you want?''

The man struggles to breathe but attempts to answer anyway. ''I–I was.. paid to–'' He wheezes. ''To prove t-that.. Prince Jaehyun isn't what– what he pretends to be.'' The man coughs.

Raising a brow at what you hear, you wrap your hand around his throat and lean closer to his ear. ''Listen here, fucking microphallus. I know this fucker here looks like he's a worldwide known actor but in reality, he can't act for his fucking life. This man doesn't have a fucking future in acting. He can't fake anything, he's too goody shoes. This prince can't do a thing except entertaining the fucking crowd.''

He is genuine and is not pretending in front of the cameras. Is what Jaehyun can hear between your lines.

''So if you're thinking of exposing him and shit– too bad for you, Jeong lives his life by the books.''

Sighing, Jaehyun tugs at your shirt. ''Let's.. let's let him go. He said he was just paid to do it, didn't he?''

Glancing at the prince, you could see the stress on his irritatingly handsome face and annoyingly, you find yourself to hate the foreign emotion on it. Clicking your tongue, you let go of the man but grips his collar again before he can get away. ''Spread misinformations about my fianceé again, you'll be caressing metal bars the next day.''

Jaehyun holds your hand to take it away from the man and fixes his mask. ''Sir, you can send your resumé at the palace and you should be offered a job with monthly payment. Please don't ever damage someone for the sake of quick money. Money wears off in time, but the damage doesn't.''

With that, Jaehyun tugs you away from the scene. During the ride, silence fills the car and as you arrive at the apartment, that's when you realize Jaehyun's hand is still intertwined with you from the moment he holds it until you reach the flat. Why does Jaehyun look like it's the most normal thing? Why is your heart doing the fucking rabbity pumps?

Jaehyun heaves a sigh. ''Damn.. that's actually crazy– I can't even believe it happened. It went by so fast, my brain couldn't process the fact that someone believes I fake my personality and manners in front of the camera. Like–''

You plop to the couch.

''–what did I even do? Did I upset them? Did they say hi to me one time and I didn't say it back? Did they–''

''I punched the guy because I wanted to protect my friend.''

Jaehyun stops arranging the items you bought. ''What–?''

Hugging your knees, you keep your eyes on Jaehyun's. ''It was my friend's birthday and she wanted to celebrate it in this bar, it was called gangbang. Controversial, I know. We were having fun just like we planned to. But a group of guys at the other table starts joining in. We weren't paying attention to them– or at least, I wasn't. But one of my friends starts complaining about how one of the guys 'accidentally' brushes his hand on her ass too many times. Accidental, my ass. No one wants to come forward so I did, being the hero that I am. I talked to the guy calmly and asked what's wrong. Said guy told me my friend was lying but fuck– my friend was this close to crying about it. And then I got pissed at how his friends defends him when the CCTV clearly shows the incident so I fucking punched him and broke his nose.''

''Next thing I know, news outlets reports me getting involved in a brawl and ruining a fucking commoner's nose without including the reason why I did it.'' You scoff. ''Said friend I protected refused a statement and left the country without defending me.''

Jaehyun sits at the carpeted floor, facing you, looking with worry in his eyes. Something in your eyes flashes but disappears before Jaehyun could even determine what it is.

''And the pictures of me sleeping on the streets?''

Jaehyun hums, caressing your hands.

''They told everyone I was so fucking drunk I couldn't even bring myself home and showed videos of me chugging vodkas, whiskeys, beers straight from their bottle. But why didn't they show the part where all those fucking people around me gangs up on me and calls me a fucking pussy, a no fun, and a fucking killjoy. They didn't stop until I agreed on drinking all those fucking liqours.'' You sniffs, you didn't even know when you started tearing up.

''And that video where my bodyguard had to carry me because I wouldn't wake up? The palace was on emergency alert at that time– why? Because alcohol and sleeping pills were mixed inside me. When I tried to explain what happened, no one fucking believed someone slipped me a fucking bunch of sleeping pills– my heartbeat was fucking slowing down and I was over-sedated, Jaehyun. There's no point of telling them the truth when they already decided I was fucking lying. For fuck's sake, I was near to dying that fucking night– god!'' You bury your head in your knees, shoulders shaking as you sob, fist continuously knocking your head hard.

Jaehyun hugs your quivering figure, whispering words that he knows best that'll comfort and calm you. ''I understand you. I believe you. It's okay, love. You're gonna be okay. I'm here, alright? I'm here, love. Everything's gonna be okay.''

Your cries haven't even died down when you look at him. Jaehyun thinks vulnerability was the flickering emotions behind your eyes these past minutes that he failed to catch on.

''Aside from the people who did those shits, Winter is the only one who knows about the truth. Because she's important to me.'' You hiccup, tears streaming down your face. ''Do you get why I'm telling you this, Jeong?''

There's a clue, but Jaehyun doesn't want to get ahead of you. ''..why?''

You chuckle while crying, more tears roll down your cheeks. ''God, you're so fucking stupid, aren't you? Winter is important to me so she knows the truth. I told you the truth because–'' You bow your head down and hold Jaehyun's hands. ''–you're more than just important to me.''

Jaehyun's breath hitches, and the world stops. ''Oh baby..'' He kisses the back of your hands and the top of your head before hugging you tightly.

He attempts to say the words that have been at the tip of his tongue since you decorated cakes with the kids but you cut him off.

''I will hurt you, Jeong, accidentally. I don't communicate. I don't open up. I find it hard to trust people easily despite sharing a close bond with them. I curse more than I say affectionate and loving words. I push away more than I pull. I'm violent. I am broken, I'm a mess.''

Jaehyun smiles, so handsomely it makes your heart ache. ''You don't communicate and open up? That's fine, I can read between your lines. You find it hard to trust people? That's alright, trusts are earned, not bought. You curse more than being lovey dovey? Well, I'm lovey dovey more than cursing. You push more than you pull? Isn't it great that I'm the exact opposite. You're violent? I could do the talking, you could do the punching. You're broken? I will patch you up again and again. You're a mess? So what, you're a beautiful kind of mess. And if you hurt me and wound my heart.. well then– Sorry, Heart.''

Right there and then, the faceless man that you saw at the bar and had a crush on morphs with Jaehyun's. You chuckle. ''Fate is playing with us, isn't it?''

Jaehyun cradles your face. ''And I'm glad it did. Because I met you.''

''You're such a sap.''

''Oh shush, you love it.''

''Maybe, maybe not.''

''Pfft, wait– does this mean we stop the pranks now?''

''Do what the hell you want, but you'll continuing to be pissed off first thing in the morning.''

Operation: Stop the wedding! Step 3, fall in love with your soon-to-be-groom.

A shudder electrifies the fibers of your body as Jaehyun spreads the cold juices of peaches along the lines of your collarbone, his tongue dips in next, easing to freezing temperature with his warmth. He sucks where the sticky liquid lays previously, his cravings of sweetness beaming in glee as the flavor slowly seeps in him.

Your breath heavy, hands moving to caress your boyfriend's blond strands as his kisses travel to your breasts. The flesh of the fruit circles your nipples before Jaehyun dives in, sucking the hard nubs all the while fondling and playing with the other. Quiet moans of pleasure finally escape your lips after minutes of holding back, your head lolls back and your eyes close shut, sighing from the pleasure slowly building up. Slurping sounds bounces off the four walls of your shared bedroom, it's so obscene that anyone who could hear it could certainly feel how hungry Jaehyun is for the mixture of the peach's sweetness and the bits of saltiness coming from your sweat. It's disgusting to think but Jaehyun's cock gets only harder with each taste.

The surface of his hand palms your clothed core, thumbing where he's sure your clit settles and gives the area a slight pressure, he makes circles around the button that elicits a series of whimpers from you.

Fuck. How he wishes to see this image of you everytime. Your glossy eyes, puckered swollen slips, and whole face scrunched up as your body shivers in his hold, back arching as pleas of having him inside you draws out. 

Break me, wreck me, ruin me. Those are everything your body screams. 

Oh, he will ruin you, alright.

Jaehyun rips the remaining pieces of clothing off of you, gripping your legs apart, wide and open just for him. The way your pussy glistens under the dim lights of the room, the prince's lust fuels up until he could no longer bear the desire of devouring you. 

His mouth, his tongue, his body, his mind -- screams for your taste, it craves the feeling of you thrashing against his embrace as you fall apart. And Jaehyun.. he's just a man. One who could only do much to control himself from drowning his face in the sea of tempting your slick.

''Ooh, Jaehyun, please..'''

From the alley your legs created, you are able to see Jaehyun's face and how his brow quirks in question to your plea. He's so fucking cruel, unlike the gentleman and polite prince everyone in your country had loved since the beginning. If they only know.

The pad of his tongue follows the traces of your juice, squeezing the last bits of the peach and lets it trickle down on your pussy. Dipping the tip of his tongue, he wiggles it until he's deep inside your warm tight walls, clenching on his muscle as he fucks you with it.

''Jaehyun–! Fuck!''

Your hips jerks upwards, practically offering your core to Jaehyun's face. That, Jaehyun accepts. Gripping each thigh, he pins you to the bed as he sucks, licks, and devours more than you offer.

Jaehyun's fingers join his tongue, squelches emitting from your soaked pussy as Jaehyun's digits continuously penetrate it. By the time Jaehyun is about to add the fourth finger, he sees your eyes rolling and notices the constant clenches of your walls– a telltale sign of your climax. And Jaehyun isn't Jaehyun if not a bastard in bed.

He pulls away before walking away to fetch something, all the while unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Jaehyun reaches the foot of your bed, he tugs his pants and boxers down, revealing a girthy and lengthy dick with an angry tip.

Jaehyun pumps his cock, staring at your sore pussy and fucked out face. Your breathlessness is music to his ears.

''Jaehyun, please..''

''Please?''

You open your legs wider, hands dipping between your legs to spread the cheeks of your pussy. ''It's all yours. Please, fuck me.''

''Fucking hell..'' Jaehyun nudges your legs open as you both moan in unison as his cock pushes past your entrance, veins rubbing against the tight velvet walls. Jaehyun plans to wait for you to adjust, but you shake your head. He smirks, and starts fucking.

''My girl is getting brave, huh? Let's how much you can fucking take.''

God, this is why you love Jaehyun in bed. This is the only time you hear him curse, be rough, and manhandle you in positions you didn't even know you're capable of doing.

You ask for it hard, and Jaehyun gives it every time. Wrapping his hand under your knee, he folds your body until it touches your chest as Jaehyun slides deeper, reaching deep inside you that a bump appears every now and then on your stomach.

''Fuck– do you see that, baby? Look at your stomach, shit, it's bulging. Am I too big for your tight pussy, baby?''

Jaehyun pins you against the headboard with his weight as drools escape the corners of your lips, dribbling down your neck. You grip the top of the headboard for support.

''Ah ah ah! S-so good.. so good!''

Jaehyun chuckles lowly. ''Does it, baby? Tell me what makes you feel good.''

''Y–your big–big cock! Fuck, i-it's so, haahh, so big!''

''That's right. My big fat cock is making my girl feel so good; she can't even construct a proper sentence. Do you know how that makes me fucking feel, baby? I feel like a fucking king, you know. Crown Princess, fucking feisty and always hissing at everyone, crumbling down at the feeling of my cock at her guts.''

Jaehyun plows into you deliciously, white spots showing themselves at different parts of your vision as pleasure takes over your body. ''You're so fucking tight, baby. You're choking me.''

Yelping, you hold onto Jaehyun as he withdraws from your pussy, carrying you as he transfers you to the glass window near the bed, pushing you against it before he starts pounding vigorously once again, teeth sinking to break your skin, lapping the droplets of blood. Lewd moans knock out of your throat. Seeing your reflection from the window, you're reminded of those pornos you've watched as a curious teen.

''Jaehyun– uh, uh, Jaehyun! You're gonna make me come!''

''Then come. Come for me, darling.''

You white out, shuddering in Jaehyun's hold as you clamp down on his cock, white ring appearing around his length. Jaehyun buries his head in the crook of your neck as he chases his own high, groaning as he finally reaches it, pulling out to finish himself on your back.

As a minute passes, you both regain the air your lungs have been desperately needing. Jaehyun makes you face him and kisses your lips full of gentleness, so in contrast to the rough pounding earlier.

And of course, Jaehyun isn't Jaehyun if not a sap after sex.

''I love you so much, baby.''

You snort. ''I do too, idiot. Now clean me up.''

Operation: Stop the wedding! Step 4, abort mission.

Come morning, the sunlight seeps through the curtains and shines on your bed beautifully. Jaehyun wakes up, his day already made at the sight of you sleeping peacefully in his arms. You look adorable, like you couldn't harm a fly. You wouldn't if said fly doesn't harm any of your loved ones.

God, Jaehyun is so fucking in love with you. You smile, his day is made. You breathe, suddenly the weather is perfect. You exist, Jaehyun finds every reason to live. You are the water that keeps Jaehyun tethered.

''What the fuck do you want, Jeong?''

The prince chuckles. 8am in the morning and you're already so grumpy. It confuses a few staff members how Jaehyun fell in love with you. If he won't get in trouble, he'll tell them you're a witch and make him drink some irreversible love potion or what.

''Nothing. You're pretty.''

''... Shut up. Just because you look fucking good in the morning.''

''Thank you, baby. I love you.''

''Ugh, you're too in love with me.''

Jaehyun giggles. ''I am. Will you marry me?''

You stop yawning and look at him as though he grew a second head (or third..?). ''The fuck did you say?''

''Will you marry me, baby?''

You scoff. ''Ask that again if you have a ring to out around me.'' The words are mumbled but Jaehyun manages to hear it.

''What?''

''I said your breath stinks, Jeong.''

Shaking his head in disbelief, Jaehyun laughs deeply, caused by his morning voice. You find that hot but you won't te him because he'll use it against you everytime.

Jaehyun reaches for something behind him, inside the drawer, and faces you again. There you see a small red box on his palm, Jaehyun opens it and reveals the ring you've once mentioned to be your dream ring. Wordlessly, he slips the ring on your finger after taking off the fake one.

''But we're already engaged though.''

''Eh.. that was fake, baby. This one's real.''

You raise a brow. ''I haven't even said yes.''

''You'll say no to me?''

''Pfft, you're getting too cocky. I don't like that.''

''Hmm, sure, love.'' Jaehyun smiles warmly and takes you in his arms again. You bury your head in his chest.

''Jeong,''

Jaehyun hums.

''I hate you for making me feel this way.''

Jaehyun settles his hands on the sides of your face and caresses your cheeks with his thumbs. ''I love you too, witch.''

''Psst,''

''What now, baby?''

''I love you, Jaehyun.''

Operation: Stop the wedding! Step 5 and the last step, be in love and marry each other for real.

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Legacy II

Magdalena Eriksson x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Chelsea's reaction to you

Magda finally strays from your side after six weeks.

She would have stayed for longer but she knew that if she did, she would never go back to England. So, it's with a heavy heart that she gets the last of her baby cuddles and boards the flight back to London.

She mopes all through the weekend though, draining her phone battery from the frequent calls to Pernille to see you. When Monday rolls around, Magda is still in a little bit of a slump as she makes her way to training.

She gets there early like usual and sits in her cubby, scrolling through her gallery and biting at her cheek to stifle her tears. She misses you and Pernille like crazy.

"Holy shit, is that the baby?!"

Millie barges her way to Magda's cubby, sliding to sit next to her and practically wrenching the phone out of her hands.

"She's so cute!"

That makes Magda swell with pride as she points out the little things in the photo about you.

"She's got very strong reflexes," Magda boasts," So she's going to be very smart! And-And she kicks a lot so she's going to be a footballer too!"

Magda flicks to another picture and waits an appropriate amount of time for Millie to coo over you.

"And she always forgets she has feet! It's so cute! She gets so surprised."

The locker room slowly fills up and everyone makes a little stop by Magda to look at pictures of you.

"I can't believe Nilla got to see her first," Jonna complains as she watches a video of you staring up at your baby mobile," That's so unfair."

"She helped get Pernille to the hospital," Magda reminds her though her eyes don't stray from your image on her phone," I think she more than earned it."

"And Frido too? Did she really get on the first flight?"

"She did," Magda confirms," She didn't even tell us until she was outside our door. The princesse loves her though."

"Yeah, well, Fridos tend to stick together." Jonna flicked to another picture.

It was very sweet but it just made Magda miss you and Pernille even more. You're bundled up in your baby blanket, eyes closed softly. Pernille's shirtless and your little hand is gripping her collarbone possessively. Pernille's smiling down softly at you, one hand reaching up to rest on your head while the other is curled around your body to keep you stable and safe against her.

"Motherhood looks good on you," Beth says with a laugh as Magda yawns while flicking through images - she's easily got more than a hundred of just you.

"I'm exhausted," Magda replies but she keeps the smile on her face," But it's so worth it. She makes these cute little noises in her sleep and I swear she can understand me already."

Beth laughs, clapping her on the back. "Is it hard? Being away from her?"

Magda's face falls a little as she looks at your picture. "Yeah," She admits," She...She's just so little and it's just Pernille with her now. I just want her with me all the time. I've already booked a flight for next week to go and see them, straight after the game."

"You're a great mum already, Magda," Beth says," That little girl is so lucky."

The compliment makes Magda flush a little and she stares down at her home screen - a picture of you sitting on her lap. Your eyes are wide as you stare at the squeaky thing behind that camera that Pernille's using to make you look in the right direction. Magda's sitting behind you, a massive smile on her face as you lean comfortably against her.

"She's perfect," Is what she says in reply," She makes it easy to be a good mum."

Beth laughs. "God, motherhood's made you sappy. Come on, we've still got training to do."

Training is the perfect way to get her mind off of the thought of you and Pernille. Training is easy, it's repetitive and it keeps Magda from even straying into the idea of missing you as much as she does.

"Magda," Emma says as she walks past the coaching office to get to the changing rooms.

"Er...yeah?"

"Come in."

The whole exchange makes Magda feel antsy. She runs through everything that's happened in training and wonders if perhaps she has done something wrong.

She can't think of anything so feels on edge as she sits in front of Emma's desk.

"Well?" Emma says and Magda's throat bobs.

"What?"

"Do I get to see baby pictures too or are they just reserved for players?"

Magda lets out a small laugh, half of relief and half of amusement.

"You want to see them?"

Emma raises a brow. "Well, I'd like to see the future Chelsea star you and Pernille made."

Magda fishes her phone out of her pocket and opens it to her gallery. "Funny. Pernille swears she'll play for Wolfsburg."

"This little girl will play for me come hell or high water, Magda," Emma says," I'll make sure of it."

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[avaf00rdxx]

Arsenal x teen r where she has had a really tiring day and falls asleep on the bench during the game. (Minor ausenal x r bc she’s a Tillie)

the big screen

Arsenal x teen!reader

super short but pretty cute

Warnings: none

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You were still sprinting. It felt like you hadn’t stopped in days. Receiving a ball from Lia you made your way around some of the west ham girls, ball at your feet, running towards Beth who seemed to be completely open and running up with you, before you no longer felt the ground at your boots and were knocked down.

Quickly getting up and throwing your hands up at the ref who kept on running with the play, you were running up and down once again. Your body was younger than the rest of the team, so you could physically handle longer minutes than most of the older girls. And were usually playing a full game, but, tonight it was killing you.

When you finally found your number on the substitution board you quickly made your way over to the sidelines, bringing in Kyra for a split hug before she was taking your position for the remaining time.

A few of your closest teammates were currently on the bench. You hugged Jonas briefly and he acknowledged your great efforts, Viv and Vic split from sitting next to each other so you could sit in between, vic shuffling over one seat.

Puffer and water bottle now in hand you comepletly collapsed into the seat. Throwing your head back in exhaustion.

“Brilliant work tiny!!” Vic cheerfully said ruffling your hair

“Thanks” you smiled at her

“Yeah you played incredible” Viv said rubbing your arm. Leah quickly made her way over from where she was to squeeze both your hands standing in front of you.

“Brilliant effort so so proud of you” she smiled at you.

During the match, you managed to assist two goals in the first half, with Beth and Steph.

2 minutes later, your head met Viv’s shoulder. You were incredibly tired and as the hammers slotted in their first goal, you sighed, your eyes slowly shutting.

commentators ;

“Now looking at that incredibly talented bench for the um Arsenal. Including injured Leah Williamson, England captain, who is set to play her first match back in early 2024”

the camera quickly zooms over to you asleep.

“And our teenage star for Arsenal seems to have fallen asleep” the commentator laughs along with the other two on the microphones. Some in the stadium laugh at your fast asleep state on the big screen amongst emirates stadium.

Vic, wanting to see your reaction, quickly shakes you awake, your eyes slowly flutter open with both Viv and Vic laughing. You immediately saw a replay of your face asleep, now flicking back to the present image of you laughing. Face bright red. Before it quickly pans back to the game.

“Why did you let me fall asleep!” You exclaim hitting Viv in the chest.

“You’re a cute sleeper tiny” Viv giggles.

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You were pulled by Leah to join her post-match interview with Alex Scott. You were familiar with the ex Arsenal girl and looked up to her as a role model.

“Hello star!” Smiled Alex as she hugged you, before hugging Leah. Someone working for the broadcast handing both of you microphones. “Now y/n, you ran insane, you were always on the ball. Your performance definitely impacted the result of today’s victory. How are you feeling right now?” Alex said slightly giggling with the last part.

“Physically; tired-“

“Oh sweetie we know” Alex laughed with Leah.

“You know I’m not super proud of Emirates stadium seeing that! I don’t know how I managed to fall asleep right there” you exclaimed laughing

“no but obviously a little sore in the legs but mentally so so proud of this team. To Steph and Beth for both of there incredible shots. And everyone who gave their ultimate effort, we took another win and we will take it again next week” you smiled with pride.

Slightly looking at Leah as you spoke, looking for an acknowledgment that you were saying the right words. She would just smile and nod at you to keep going.

“I’m sure the team is so proud of the effect you have made on the team since your singing” Alex said, directing towards Leah

“Yeah we all watch her play and give it 100% every weekend and it’s incredible, and you know in training she’s a tough player to get past I won’t lie” you smiled as Leah spoke, hearing the girls you have looked up to since you were a little girl made your heart heat up immensely.

“Oh awesome well I’ll catch up with you lot later and enjoy your night”

“Thanks Alex” you both smiled before leaving the interview and hugging her goodbye.

“Now let’s get you back home so you can sleep hey?” Leah said squeezing your shoulders as you walked across the pitch.

“Har har. Now please carry me” you said sarcastically before smiling at the taller girl. She slightly rolled her eyes before turning around ready for you to jump on her back.

“Woo!” You yelled as Leah ran with you on her back.

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kinda made me cringe at this writing but oh well.

Love you all xx

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Oh to be a fly next to Daniel when he received the news about her pregnancy

His Best Man || DR3 {Daniel’s Reaction}

A/N: quick 700 words written on my phone 💕 F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Daniel’s Reaction

Daniel wouldn’t normally have his phone with him when he was meant to be listening to the debrief. His entire concentration should have been on the technicians reading the data from the free practice he had just completed. But since you hadn’t been feeling the best you decided to stay home instead of going to the paddock, and it had left him feeling a little unsettled. He missed your company.

Like a teenager in class, he had his phone on his lap hidden under the table and the moment it lit up he snatched it. His thumb froze over the green icon as his brain registered the name on the screen wasn’t yours.

“Excuse me, guys, I need to take this,” he interrupted as he abruptly stood up and left the room. He and James hadn’t spoken since the phone call in Portland nearly two months ago and if the biometric monitor was still attached from the practice it would have caught the sudden spike in his heart rate.

For a second Daniel thought about letting the call go to voicemail but he wasn’t a coward, so he took a deep breath and answered the call. “Hello, mate, it’s been a while,” he greeted with a confidence he didn’t feel.

Immediately James’ laugh set him on edge and he closed the door to his driver room since there were still a lot of people loitering around. “Tends to happen when you fuck someone’s wife.”

“Ex-wife, which tends to happen when you’re a cheating piece of shit,” Daniel shot back.

“Hmm, I don’t remember signing any court documents.”

Daniel was usually patient by nature but his patience for this man had run out on the side of a highway in Perth. “Why did you call me, James?”

“I just thought we could celebrate the wonderful news together, since my wife is pregnant. I’m assuming you’re the father but considering she’s a whore, who knows?”

“Shut your fucking mouth, James,” Daniel growled as his hands threatened to crush the phone with the grip he had. “You don’t talk about her like that, ever, you understand!”

“That she’s a whore or that she’s pregnant? Because both are true.”

“You’re a fucking liar, and she can’t have kids, she already told me.”

James’ laugh sent Daniel’s stomach dropping and a cold fissure running down his spine. “Who's the liar now…”

The phone went dead before he could respond and he stared at his phone as it returned to his home screen. The image was one of his favourites, though every photo of you was technically a favourite, this one was perfect. You weren’t even paying attention to the camera as he snapped the shot, all of your focus was on the tiny joey cradled in your arms as you bottle fed it.

He already knew about your fertility struggles, it was no secret, but it was clear you would have been a great mother had you been given the chance. It was why he was struggling so much to digest James’ words. You wouldn’t have lied about that, he couldn’t believe it.

Needing the reassurance only you could provide, he tied the arms of his race suit around his waist and started to run. It wasn’t far to his apartment block from the paddock but it felt longer as he sprinted full pelt through the busy streets.

Daniel hadn’t even thought to bring his keys and after a few attempts at knocking loudly he went back to the front desk to borrow a spare one. The knots in his stomach had twisted into a noose by the time he unlocked the door and walked into the silent apartment.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran down his spine as he heard a soft sob come from the bathroom. The sound penetrated his heart and spurred him to close the distance in a mad dash to fix whatever had caused you pain but he never expected to find you the way he did. Pregnancy tests littered the floor, three bold plus signs staring him in the face as he stumbled back against the wall and let it take his weight and he slid down to the floor.

“You said you couldn’t have kids.”

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[another-lost-mc]

Hello! Hope your doing well, I just wanted to request how Lucifer (and his brothers if you want) would react to an MC with a birthday on the same day or near their birthday? I am requesting this because I only just found out my birthday is the day after Lucifers, I really don’t know how I never realized this, but yeah. You don’t have to do this right away I know your busy, and I hope you enjoy the rest of your day/night!

- 🥀

a/n: that could lead to so many fun and touching moments! my birthday is the day after solomon's and I think a combined party with him would be awesome, as long as he's not allowed to cook anything.

sharing the same birthday with mc | the demon brothers + dateables

1.2k words | sfw | fluff | gn!reader

cw: slightly suggestive in belphie's section because it's him. hints of possessiveness if you squint (mostly the dateables).

There are different reactions to knowing your birthday is on or near their own. Almost all of them will try to prioritize your own preferences instead of their own. If you do (or don't) want to celebrate your birthdays together, they'll accommodate you so that you have the best birthday possible. ♡

Lucifer — He's the Avatar of Pride and one of Diavolo's closest friends. A large celebration is inevitable and he has a certain image to uphold. If it were anyone else but you, he might be offended about sharing the spotlight of his birthday with someone else. Since it is you, he's not only open to the idea, but he's suddenly more invested in making sure the others take the preparations seriously. He also realizes that throwing one party (and dealing with the chaos that ensues) might be better than trying to throw two parties.

Mammon — He's totally onboard sharing his birthday party if it's with you. Everyone goes all-out to make the party bigger and better, and he's not going to complain about that. He still wants to do something special though, just the two of you. Maybe the day before or the day after the big party, nothing fancy, as long as you can focus on each other. Plus, he just happens to have another present he got for you, one he didn't want to give you at the party in front of everyone else. It's more sentimental, and he blushes when you open it and your eyes sparkle happily like the most beautiful gems he's ever seen. Without the others around, he gets to keep this perfect moment all to himself.

Levi — This works out great for him and he's more than willing to share the spotlight with you. It draws attention away from himself which means he's not as anxious. He doesn't usually like how much of a fuss everyone makes about his birthday. He might actually enjoy himself more knowing that he has something else in common with his Henry you. When the celebrations get too intense and completely unbearable, he can sneak away while everyone is distracted by the other guest of honor. Honestly, he thinks you deserve more attention than he does anyway.

Satan — He knows you have excellent taste and is completely fine to let you choose what kind of party to have. His brothers complain about his boring birthday ideas: going to a museum or gallery, seeing a play or obscure film in the human world. It's painfully transparent when they're more enthusiastic about doing those things if you want to. Satan can't find it in his heart to be (too) angry about it, because he holds your hand or sits next to you the entire time. He's going to make the most of it and no one else can complain. It's his birthday, after all.

Asmo — The only thing better than a big party celebrating his birthday is an even bigger party celebrating both of you! He's almost unbearable during the planning stage - he insists that everything must be perfect because you deserve nothing less than that. By the time he's done organizing everything, his birthday almost feels like an afterthought because he gets so caught up in making it the perfect day for you. He holds your hand and tucks you against his side when the party guests greet you and offer their birthday wishes. He takes countless selfies of both of you, but he keeps most of them for himself because he just can't bring himself to share them. You're stunning in the matching outfit he gave you as part of your gift, and he feels like the luckiest demon in the three realms every time you return his happy smiles with a bashful one of your own.

Beel & Belphie — They're already used to sharing birthday parties with each other, and they're happy to share with you too. They love their brothers and appreciate their friends, but on their birthday, they would rather spend the day with you alone. Their dream birthday is the perfect blend of all three of your interests. Beel gets to splurge on his favourite foods, and Belphie clings to you like an overly affectionate sloth. He's half-serious when he asks you to feed him because he's too tired to feed himself, and Beel just smiles around a mouthful of food watching the two of you bicker across the table. Beel gives you his gift, something thoughtful but practical, something he knows you wanted. Belphie nuzzles against your shoulder and slides his hand under the hem of your shirt and promises, "When we get home, we should have a nap - and I'll give you your present then."

Diavolo — His birthday is already one of the grandest celebrations in the Devildom, and he likes that it also falls on Halloween. Adding your birthday celebration to his is the best excuse to throw the biggest party in the three realms. Even if you share a party together, he makes sure that all the attendees acknowledge your birthday as much as they acknowledge his. He makes a toast in your honour and invites all your other friends to do the same. It's a glimpse of what it feels like to treat you like royalty, and Diavolo thinks he wouldn't mind sharing his birthday (or more) with you.

Barbatos — He doesn't usually like it when the others make a fuss over his birthday. It feels sort of pointless to someone with his power - time has strange meaning to him now. He softens his resistance to big parties or elaborate plans when he realizes he shares that special day with you. He would gladly take a personal day to celebrate his birthday (or yours) if you ask him to, since it's your company he enjoys the most. The Little Ds work hard to make sure Barbatos has nothing to worry about on his day off, but he's suspicious that they're only behaving so well because of you. Every year he looks forward to his birthday because he can spend the day spoiling you, and since your birthdays are so close together, he has the rare luxury of being spoiled by you too.

Simeon — He would prefer to spend his birthdays with you alone. He doesn't have many desires, but your company is something he craves constantly. That doesn't change when your birthday is the same as his, or is very close to it. If he's smart about it, he can make your combined celebration work to his advantage. It's not a lie when he tells everyone that an outing or special trip might be more exciting than a party at the castle, and it's hard to resist when there's still so much of the Devildom for you to experience and explore. (Simeon mostly counts on having more opportunities to sneak you away for some alone time if the others are distracted by their own activities.)

Solomon — He gloats that your birthdays are (nearly) identical, as if you're kindred spirts that share a special bond the others don't. (He brags about it so much that if they didn't care before, they're annoyed by it now.) The month of December in the human world can be so festive and nostalgic, but he understands why having a birthday during a holiday season can be a double-edged sword. Sometimes your birthday felt second-place to the other celebrations going on that time of year. You're his adorable little apprentice, and he promises like an oath that you'll never be disappointed or alone on your birthday again. You've never felt so special because you know he means it. (Your only request is that he lets someone else handle the birthday cake.)

read more: when it's mc's birthday (nsfw) | obey me masterlist

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[nhlclover]

uh oh | trevor zegras

summary: your situationship is proving difficult to say no to

warnings: drinking, cursing, sexual themes

a/n: based on “uh-oh” by tate mcrae. i literally love this song and loved writing this tbh.

word count: 1.53k

The floor vibrates beneath your feet as a Kendrick Lamar song blares through the speakers, bringing waves of people to the dance floor. You slip out of the crowd, heading to the bar. Your friends were likely still in the herd of people, however, you hadn’t seen them in almost 20 minutes.

“Hey, can I get a Crown and Coke?” you ask the bartender.

He nods, preparing your drink. A body slides next to you, handing a card to the bartender. “Put her drink on my tab, please.” He says.

You glance over and see a man smiling at you. He has on a white button-up and a pair of black slacks. You let the man pay for your drink, thanking the bartender after he hands you the drink.

“Thank you for buying me a drink.” You smile at the man, taking a sip.

“Of course.” He smiles. His perfectly white teeth peek out from behind his lips. “I’m Matthew.”

He sticks out a hand, which you shake. “I’m y/n.”

“Are you here alone?” He asks.

“Oh no, my friends are here…somewhere. I lost them a bit ago.” You chuckle.

The song changes and another smile tugs on Matthews’ lips. “I love this song.” He tells you.

“I’ve never heard it before.” You say.

“It’s a great dancing song.” His words have an insinuating meaning.

“Then let’s go.” You say. You take his hand, dragging him to the floor. You allow him to place his hands on your waist, moving them to the music. Sweaty bodies surround you making you regret the decision of rejoining the crowd.

And suddenly you can feel his eyes on you. He is across the bar, standing next to his friends who are occupied in a conversation with some girls they met moments ago. You don’t want to look but can’t help but find your gaze being pulled to him.

The top buttons of his black polo shirt are undone, and his gold chain resting against his chest. Even in a nicer nightclub, Trevor is wearing a ball cap, his blonde hair poking out from under it.

You figured he would be here, it was a Friday night after all, but you were hoping he wouldn’t see you and vice versa.

You’re not totally sure how the two of you got into the situation you were in, but it had been going on for a few months. Since you ran in the same circles, you were often at the same outings.

Despite the amount of time you were together, you couldn’t stand him. You hated how cocky he was. He thought he could get whatever he wanted just by flashing his smile. You also hated the way that smile would work like a charm on you. Because no matter how many times you said you hated him and his antics, one flash of a smile and a couple of sweet words, you would find yourself in his arms at the end of the night.

He looked good tonight, the constant California sun he got out west was taking a nice effect on his skin. You also took note of the new addition to his left arm. His tanned skin now donned a tattoo of the Statue of Liberty, an homage to his home state. You imagined tracing his new artwork before letting him pin you down with that arm.

Mental images of you and Trevor between the sheets filled your mind. Your desires are making you want to leave Matthew and pull Trevor in.

However, you lean right back into Matthew when you remember the last time you saw Trevor before tonight. His hands were on a girl's waist, following her out of the bar. The two of you were by no means official and were free to leave the bar with whoever you wanted to. But still, your feelings were driving your actions and you hoped they were pissing him off.

Matthew trails his hands down your hips, gripping down hard. You grind against him hoping this elicits a reaction from Trevor.

You see him straighten his back, his jaw clenching slightly. He downs the rest of his drink and saunters off from his friends without a word. Smirking to only yourself, you let Matthew continue to have his way with you, the music morphing into a Drake song.

However, instead of thinking about the cute guy whose hands were currently trailing your sides, your mind is on Trevor. Recalling the expression on his face when you leaned back into Matthew was sending pangs of guilt to your heart.

You scan the room, not spotting Trevor any longer. You wonder if he’d gone and found himself someone new. That unusual feeling of jealousy and anger rises in your chest as you picture him leaving with a different girl.

You spin in Matthew's arms, quickly glancing over his shoulder in hopes of spotting Trevor but to no avail.

“I’ll be right back.” You say, excusing yourself and walking to the bathroom.

You enter the room, stopping in front of the mirror. Your hair is flatter than it was when you arrived and your lipgloss has been wiped from your lips, now likely on the rim of your glass. You tease up your hair before exiting the washroom.

Right as you step out you’re greeted by a tall blonde nursing a beer. You stop in your tracks, the pair of you simply staring at each other momentarily. The look on his face, instead of being one of jealousy or anger, was amused and somewhat smug. You hated how good he looked when he was arrogant.

“You look good.” Trevor finally says.

“Thank you.” You reply.

You know he means it. Your relationship may be complicated, with Trevor occasionally sleeping with other people. But, at the end of the day, he was obsessed with you. Your every move had him entranced. You kept him hanging on your every word.

“Who’s your friend?” He asks, taking a sip.

“Why do you care?” You shoot back.

Trevor stares then rolls his eyes, chuckling to himself. “God, you are so stubborn.” He chuckles.

“You are such an arrogant asshole.” You snap back. “You walk around thinking you can get whatever you want. You are such a dick.”

“Wow. Tell me how you really feel.” He laughs.

You roll your eyes, turning to walk back to the bar. Trevor catches your wrist, pulling you back in. You hit his chest, stepping back. “I’m sorry.” He says.

He makes it sound so sincere you actually almost believe him. You don’t answer, simply staring back at him.

“Can we just leave now?” Trevor asks.

You scoff, taken aback by his audacious comment. “I’m sorry?”

“Listen, I’m just cutting to the chase. Skipping over all the bullshit we normally do.” Trevor says, taking a sip from the bottle. He steps towards you, his tall frame causing him to look down at you. “We pretend to hate each other and that we’re done doing this, but in actuality all I’m thinking about are your nice new acrylic nails scratching down my back as you scream my name.”

He holds up your still intertwined hands, giving you a look at your fresh manicure. You rip your hand from him, shoving it behind your back. His eyes bear down, waiting for your reaction. It’s hard to deny the connection the pair of you have. Even when you tried to end it, knowing that the relationship you two have was toying with you, he found a way to tempt you back in again.

His gaze causes your skin to heat up, your cheeks uncontrollably flushing pink. He smirks at the physical reaction you have to his words.

“I don’t think we should.” You tell him.

He cocks a brow. “Why not?”

“This isn’t going to end well and I think we both know that.”

“What could possibly go wrong?” Trevor challenges.

You don’t have an answer for him, so you change the subject. “You left with another girl last time.”

He chuckles. “Did it piss you off that I slept with another girl?”

“No, 'cause you can do whatever or whoever you want.” You tell him. “It’s not like we’re together. I didn’t care.”

“Are you sure?” He asks. Trevor takes another step towards you, leaning towards you. He’s backed you against the wall. “Cause angry sex is exactly what I want right now.”

He leans down and connects your lips. Every sane part of you is screaming to push him off, to walk back to Matthew and make the better decision. But you kiss him back. He traces down your hips, finding the dips that seem to be the perfect fit for his hands.

His lips break off, trailing kisses down your jaw and onto your neck. He finds his sweet spot, the one that makes your knees buckle and ungodly words spill from your lips.

Minutes later you’re following him out the front doors and climbing into an Uber, on the way to his place. And just like every other night, your clothes are on his floor, your moans blending together and filling the air.

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HELLFIRE & ICE — eddie munson x f!oc as enemies to star-crossed lovers

CHAPTER FOUR — HOT SKIN and a HALL PASS

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summary: rules, you've recently learned, are for breaking– sanity is also, apparently, relative. after making a statement in the cafeteria, you play hooky with eddie in main street vinyl. content warnings: MINORS DNI tension you would need a chainsaw to cut through, farm-to-table snarking, do they even know they're yearning, nancy wheeler i'm sorry i shittalked you again (it will get better i swear) word count: 4k

Dear reader, do you ever feel like you’re completely losing your grasp on reality? 

You’ve cruised through life almost seamlessly up to this point. Yours is a well-oiled machine, one you painstakingly built yourself. But do you ever feel like you’ve spent so much time constructing something so carefully that it doesn’t make sense to you anymore? 

Like you can’t see the forest for the trees, or the treason for the thrill. 

Do you ever want to light your whole life up in flames, just to see what’s really fireproof?

“So, which is it?” 

You’re standing at your locker, making a bad job of touching up your now-flaking under-eye concealer when a voice rings out from the other end of the hall. It bounces off the cool metal of the lockers, the tack of the linoleum. It makes your shoulderblades go tense. 

“Has little Lacy been hiding a pair of brass balls this whole time, or is she on a suicide mission?”

You’d roll your eyes, but your face is aching. 

“Showing up with me this morning would have been one thing, but sitting yourself at my little table of outcasts? At lunch? The most important social event of the day?” 

Munson lets out a low whistle from where he leans, a couple of lockers up from yours. 

The hallway is deserted save for the both of you; you, out on a forged hall pass and him, probably just ditching to ditch. You peer at him from behind your locker door. He’s standing slanted in a long, lithe line made bold and jangly by his carefully curated metalhead armor. 

You, and this comes with a hefty dose of begrudgery, have to hand it to him– he leans great. 

“Talk about blowing up your reputation beyond repair.” 

You know he’s making fun of you– he’s not exactly subtle about it, nor is he about anything. It’s all in the lilt of his tone, how ridiculous he thinks the interwoven politics of the cafeteria are, how dumb he thinks you are for considering that in the least bit important. 

Munson’s idea of survival in high school is attacking conformity with a nuclear bomb, whereas yours is a little more artful. 

“I know this might be hard for you to comprehend, Munson,” you sigh, and the sound rattles through your ribcage– you are tired, tired of him, “given that your understanding of object permanence has clearly been stunted at an infantile level, but the world does not revolve around you."

"No?!" he croons, sarcasm slicking out of him.

"I was catching up with Ronnie.”

“Right, because you guys have been such good gal pals up to this point,” Munson scoffs. 

His face, framed by those wild waves, materializes in the reflection of your locker’s mirror, peering over your shoulder. You slam the door and pivot to face him properly, impact ringing out like a gunshot. 

He does a little jump, a shadow of his shock at you on Harrington’s porch. 

That reaction is like a shot of espresso straight to the veins.

Good. Be afraid. Asshole.

You're sure as fuck awake now!

“Lab partner love never dies,” you say, leveling his stare. “You’d know that if you showed up for Biology once in a while.” 

“Maybe I need a tutor. I could use someone to help me brush up on anatomy.” 

“Sorry. I don’t teach remedial.” 

“Maybe you should start. Rehabilitate your image.” 

“Again, who died and made you my parole officer?”

His expression cracks; a gasp of a laugh. “Oh, so you remember all that?”

“My hippocampus is alive and kicking.”

“Your hip– what?”

Your lips purse, and just as you’re about to throw another verbal dart at him, the voice of Ms O’Donnell cuts through the both of you. 

“I hope you two have a damn good excuse for loitering in this hallway– because if not, Mr Munson, I believe you’re less than one detention away from suspension.” 

Munson’s got this terminal disease where he’s more smarm than charm, despite his warped perception of himself. There’s no way he’s going to handle this with the grace that’s necessary, because O’Donnell hates him anyway. 

He keens his head in the teacher’s direction, ready to roll out some useless excuse. 

Before he’s even got the chance to speak, you cut him off. 

“Hall pass, Ms O’Donnell.” You flash the fake yellow slip at her, careful to obscure the names– you’ve usually got one of these forgeries to hand, just in case you need it, and teachers generally trust you enough not to check them out. It comes with the whole work-life balance you’ve been treading for the entirety of your high school career; you’re well-liked and you’re maintaining an impressive grade point average. They don’t give a shit what you do other than that. 

“The Weekly Streak has run into a printer snag and Nancy Wheeler’s car is on the fritz. Eddie,” his first name, which you never ever use, feels weird and heavy on your tongue, “offered me a ride to the printers to make sure it gets worked out– it’s a big issue. What with the game this weekend and everything.” 

O’Donnell’s eyes narrow. You nudge Munson right in his funny bone– hard enough for him to wince. 

“Right?”

“Right! That big game. Front page news, Ms O’D. Gooooo Tigers.”

The teacher clicks her tongue against her teeth, her rock hard stare challenging the delinquent beside you– it’s entirely likely that Munson could have blown it for himself just by virtue of being alive and in O’Donnells sight line, but you know she’s got no reason not to believe you. 

See, your reputation at the school newspaper precedes you; it’s just about the only thing that really holds your interest within the monotonous structure of Hawkins High. With your finger on the pulse of Hawkins’ student body, it only makes sense that you serve as a fierce and unforgiving editor of the Streak’s society pages– funnily enough, that hardline professionalism included never giving Munson’s infamously lame Dungeons and Dragons club a single mention in them. 

Vetoed, you’d drawled at one of the more well-mannered members that had shyly approached you about writing a piece. Not Ronnie– she knew better than that.

How come? they’d whined, as their fearsome leader glowered near the lockers just like he was doing now. 

On grounds of irrelevance. I’m not wasting valuable inches on a make believe board game club. 

This activated Munson. Lacy, you wouldn’t know valuable inches if they rammed you in the–

“Make it fast,” O’Donnell decrees, and you feel her watch you as you take off down the hallway. With a snappy quirk of your painted fingers, you gesture for Munson to follow your lead. And you better believe he does, almost tripping over his ratty Reeboks trying to keep in step with you. 

You both heave open the double doors, squinting against the unseasonable late autumn sunshine. Heels of your ankle boots clicking against the concrete, you make an unconscious beeline for the parking lot– for Munson’s van. 

“So– what now?” he asks, dur-dur dumb as all hell. 

“What now is I just got you a free pass to play hooky,” you say, little miss cactus flower, prickly with annoyance. You shield your eyes against the blazing light. “Weren’t you ditching anyway?”

“Yeeaaah,” Munson hums, scratching the back of his head, “But… the plan kind of was to smoke a joint and go to the record store.” 

“Doesn’t sound like a complete waste of time,” you hear yourself saying before you realize it, yanking at the van’s passenger door. You pause, raising an expectant eyebrow at Munson. Isn’t this your cue? 

Baffled, bewildered, but grinning despite himself, he extends that silver ringed hand and helps you haul your ass into his beat up chariot. 

Completely losing your grip on reality.

–

It’s a fugue state. It’s an out of body experience– you’re watching yourself from outside your corporeal form and you have no logical control over what you’re doing. 

That’s the only way to explain why you’re standing in Main Street Vinyl, elbow to elbow with Eddie Munson. 

But that might also be the weed talking. 

You don’t know where the hell he gets this stuff, but it’s strong– way stronger than the shit he’s sold to your friends ever since he started dealing. Well, you guess it makes sense that he’d keep the good shit for himself. You’d do that too, if you were him. 

What if I was him, you idly wonder, peering up at him as he flicks through letters R through T in the metal section. His tongue peeks out of his mouth as his ringed fingers work though the vinyl, carefully considering each one. 

This is what you mean by obvious– you, for one, would have the good conscience not to look so stoned while you’re so stoned. 

You definitely don’t look stoned right now. 

No one can even tell that you’re looking at him, up from underneath those thick lashes of yours. 

He’s got thick lashes too, come to think of it. 

Munson is actually not completely unfortunate looking– but again, if you were him, there’s no way you’d wear your hair like that. You’d keep it long-ish, though, you think. He’s got a point there; a nice curl pattern. Maybe to your ears. And the clothes obviously have to go– that denim vest is a patchwork disaster. Did he sew all those patches on himself? 

A vision of him hunched over the thing with a needle and thread in hand flits through your brain, pricking himself more than he can pick up a stitch. He’s gone out of his way to make himself look like this– kind of similar to the way you pick up your skirts so they’re always impeccably just short enough. 

Now, the leather jacket you could forgive if at least the collar was different. Maybe one of those Brando-style biker jackets, you could rock that. Or a brown leather number, to bring out your eyes– which are his eyes, of course, his crazy dark empty universes of eyes. 

The kind of eyes with the kind of stare that nails you in place and makes you want to do crazy shit like ditch class and get loaded and stand dumbly in a record store. Those eyes.

That are staring at you. He’s staring at you. Right back at you. 

“I can read your mind,” Munson monotones, unblinking. 

You go flush, heat crawling all the way up to your ears. “Wh–what?”

Then he nudges you and snorts, breaking the spell. 

“You have gotta stop thinking such dirty thoughts about me, ice princess. You’re gonna melt.” 

You scoff, shaking your head– but the cartoonish move is more to ground you in reality than a reaction to him and his idiocy. You’re Wile E Coyote after blunt force impact with an Acme anvil, shaking the circling birds away. 

“They don’t even have what I’m looking for here.” 

Stalking around the stacks of records, with no clear direction in mind, you feel Munson’s laser stare follow you. “Yeah, they don’t usually file Madonna next to Motörhead, Lacy.” 

They’re both filed under M, aren’t they? is what you want to say. “I don’t listen to Madonna,” you protest instead, all quietly miffed and earnest with a crinkle in your brow. 

“Mm, don’t think that’s true,” Munson smirks, rounding on you around the rack. “You gave me a pretty spot on rendition of Like a Virgin– or does your hippocrampus not recall?”

“Hippocampus,” you breathe out, but it’s lost in the din of Main Street Vinyl’s quiet, carpeted atmosphere, “I don’t listen to her, like, recreationally. I can’t help if that song’s an earworm.” A beat. “I also can’t help if you’re a particularly serenadable virgin.” 

“She’s gonna touch me for the very first tii-iime…”

“That was a threat.” 

You make an active attempt toward tunnel vision as you slowly tread through the store, feeling the high starting to turn on you– this was the part smoking weed that you hated, the few times that you’d imbibed in it. That lack of control over the way you were coming across. For a girl trained in the art of saying all the right things, this was dangerous. Your tongue felt both loose and heavy in your mouth, like it could come out with anything and you couldn’t stop it, it’d just roll on out. 

The malevolent presence of Munson and your pathological need to one up him wasn’t helping matters. 

Ever since the parking lot at school, you’ve been stalking around like there’s a target on your back. Evidently, you’re not the kind of girl that chills out when you smoke, which is equal parts a relief and a disappointment to Eddie. He wonders what you’d look like, mellowed out and floating. Your eyebrow unarched and your lips not poised for attack.

He’s also acutely aware that he wouldn’t know what the hell to do with you then, either. 

But he can’t tear his eyes away from you, a hyperfocus that he’s assuming is a symptom of his own buzz. Every little twitch and jump you do– it’s like it’s begging him to pay attention. Like if he looks away for even a second, he might miss something. 

“What are you looking for?” he asks, eyes trained on you while you thumb through the records. 

As much as you love music, and you do, you have a tough time describing exactly what you want to listen to. The notes in the songs that you revisit again and again read more like physical feelings, sparking off in your nerve endings. For example, listening to River by Joni Mitchell feels like something heavy is sitting on your chest. Listening to Hong Kong Garden by Siouxsie and the Banshees feels like you have fairy lights at the end of your fingertips. 

“I want something that sounds…” you say, noticing the distinct feeling of cottonmouth setting in, “Ticklish.”

“Ticklish,” Munson deadpans back at you. 

“Something that sounds like someone’s running a xylophone mallet down my spine.” 

He regards you for what feels like an excruciatingly long timewith this terrible, awful look on his face– brows ticked up over his glassy bloodshot eyes, pink mouth peeling into a grin, and this look, this look of wonderment. Like he can’t believe you’re real, and you’re here, and you’re saying shit like this to him. 

Join the club. 

“... You don’t get stoned a lot, do you?”

“Ugh!” you groan, a little louder than you mean to– the cashier shoots you a glare as you stalk past Munson, stalk past him, cheeks flaring pink. “I know what I’m talking about. I know it when I hear it– I heard a record just like that earlier this year! It’s like, some band from Scotland or something? Totally incomprehensible lyrics, yeah, but that’s what it felt like. It was like… bone deep.”

You hear Munson emit the teeniest hehe! and you just about snarl at him over your shoulder.

Rounding on the alternative section, limited as it is, you feel a welcome sense of familiarity. You haunt this corner when you can, when you’re out of sight from prying eyes. There’s only one other regular purveyor of this little corner of Main Street Vinyl that you know of. You trace a thumb over the spines of the cassette cases–it’s mostly tapes, rarely ever records because tapes are easier to import and harder to damage, and it’s always haphazardly organized–and then you spot it. 

Victoriously, you thrust it in Munson’s face, which is right over your shoulder. He’s frequenting that spot a lot recently. “Ha!”

“Oh!” he chirps, sounding almost pleasantly surprised and plucks the tape from your fingers. “... Cocteau Twins?”

You falter, eyelashes flickering as you look up at him. Dammit. He even pronounced it right. 

“You know them?” You hate how high your voice sounds.

He runs a thumb over the plastic casing, edging a little closer to you. That came outta left field. 

“This shit… sounds like what a haunted music box would sound like.” 

Aaand we’re back in the room.

“Okay…?”

“This is creepy, cursed doll music.” 

And the room is filled with assholes.

“Alright.”

“This is what you hear right before you’re about to get possessed by the ghost of Tiny Tim. The whiniest little bitch ghost of all time.” 

And all the assholes are named Eddie Munson. 

“I get it.”

“You better be careful with this stuff, Lacy-Wacy,” he teases, mocking that fraudulent concern ripped straight from an episode of Donahue. He taps the cassette case against your forehead. “Music like this is a gateway drug. A gateway drug to hanging out with, like, Jonathan Byers.”

You reach out and grab his wrist, tugging his hand and that damn tape away from your face. You’re shocked to find that the skin under your fingers is blazing hot–same as you felt through his shirt when he helped you to the door in your drunken stupor. 

Does he always run this warm? you wonder. Is it all that Satanic poseur poison coursing through his stupid veins?

“Well, it’s a little late for that,” you tell him, and you’re not quite sure why. Probably because every secret you swore would die with you is slowly but surely punching its gnarly hand from the grave, like fucking Carrie from fucking Carrie.

Munson doesn’t even express any overt shock, like he’s learning to roll with the punches of you revealing bits and pieces of yourself through sheer annoyance with him. He just cocks his head, challenging you with a silent, Really?

This chick. This blink-and-you’ll-miss-it chick.

“I ran into him in this corner a lot,” you explain breezily, tilting a shoulder up like it doesn’t bother you, like it’s never bothered you. “We’d always be standing next to each other at the listening booths, and I’d be listening to stuff I couldn’t take home and he’d be listening to stuff he couldn’t afford to buy and… We like a lot of the same music. We went out on like, one date if you could even call it that, and it didn’t work out.”

“Because he’s a creepazoid?”

“Because he was hip deep in it for Nancy Wheeler,” you supply, a green monster gurgling in the pit of your stomach. “Like every other respectable member of the male species.” 

It was the summer before junior year, a punishingly hot one even by Hawkins standards. You’ve never been good in the heat and that summer made your entire body feel ill-equipped, your skin ill-fitting. Main Street Vinyl had those big, big box fans right near the cash desk which was right near the listening booths, so you would spend the majority of your time there when you weren’t being forced to the lake or Skull Rock with your friends. 

Jonathan would look at you with alarm at first, like you were trespassing. Then he’d spy what you were listening to and sneak these small, shy smiles at you that you indulged in– at first, because you weren’t copping a lot of male attention from anyone else that summer. Eventually, it was because his shadowy eyes were always ringed with this tenderness, with knowing. Like you two were sharing a secret. It made you be able to look past the greasy hair and crippling social awkwardness. 

You know you rocked his world the day you breezed past him at the listening booth, leaned in and whispered, I love Linda Thompson's voice, don't you?

But still, the Love’s Baby Soft scented specter of Nancy Wheeler loomed large. You picked what you thought was a secluded spot in the park for your ‘date’, which included a conversation that was almost entirely cruise directed by you. Said conversation completely flatlined when you both spotted Nancy Wheeler cresting a hill, walking her family dog.

At this point, you and Nancy were most familiar with each other from the school newspaper– she, the peachy-cheeked junior, the rising star that was sure to make editor and you, the girl who knew where the parties were happening and where the bodies were buried. 

The picture of coquettishness, she offered you and Jonathan an awkward, stilted wave. Jonathan spoke a grand total of three words after she left, zeroing in on the spot where she appeared like a man possessed. 

You didn’t acknowledge his existence after that.

It’s not that you were particularly hung up on Jonathan Byers, but you didn’t expect someone like him to be able to elicit that cold sinking feeling you were used to experiencing at the hands of other boys and their ignorance. Maybe it hurt more because you thought you had something in common– something real, something that wasn’t shotgunning a can of Busch. Whatever it was, it made you sure of two things. 

You hated Nancy Wheeler, and she wasn’t going anywhere. 

You wished you didn’t hate her. But you also wished she’d dissolve into a fine mist.  

“Wheeler’s a priss,” Munson pulls you out of memory lane in a harsh left turn, face contorting into a half-grimace. It’s the general consensus on Wheeler– the shoes are too goody for everyone to be falling head-over-heels with her, if you want Eddie’s honest opinion. There’s no there there, not like with–

“I’m a priss.” It sounds like you’re defending her. In some weird way, you might be. 

I know what guys like you think of me.

“No, you’re a bitch.” 

His weight on the word bitch makes your knees feel unsteady. The way he says it. It’s not enunciated like an insult. It’s a dagger cloaked in velvet. It’s warm, like he is. It’s almost filthy. It makes you look at his mouth. 

“You’re a stone cold killer bitch,” Eddie’s voice hums low in his chest. His heartbeat is picking up, and he wonders if you can feel it where your freezing fingertips are squeezing his pulse point, “and I think–”

“You two truant assholes gonna buy anything today or am I gonna have to call the goddamn dog warden on y’all?” 

Heaved back into reality by the clerk at the cash desk. A trickle of cold sweat runs from the nape of your neck into the collar of your sweater. Heaved back into reality to see you’re still clutching Eddie Munson by the wrist, and he’s looking at you like you’re the last Popsicle. Cold shock in the middle of a summer’s day.

It gets so hot here in summer.

“I think,” you breathe as you unstick your fingers from him, suddenly aware that you’re parched and starving and your face hurts, “it’s time for me to go home.” 

“I– yeah,” Munson stumbles, also perturbed by the interruption. His red-ringed eyes gain a little more clarity. He’s seeing something you’re not seeing. He shouldn't be letting himself see that. “Let’s go.”

Let’s go back to the van. Let me make you look at me like that again. Let me see if you’re cold all over. I can fix that.

“No, I gotta…” Your head pounding, your thoughts swimming– the sharp and stupid realness of this whole afternoon coming into perfect view. What are you doing? “I need to walk it off.” 

He inhales sharply, a strangled chuckle– oof. That other shoe, that buckled heel of yours, clattering to the floor. He should have expected that, right? There’s no way you’d wanna… Because you’re you and he’s…

Eddie retreats back into himself a step or two; it looks like he’s gone all bashful, a little color dropping out of his cheeks. His hands clasping behind his back. His heart is in his big intestine. 

“That’s the second time you’ve turned me down today, sweetheart. Keep it up, I’m gonna start thinkin’ you don’t like me.”

Munson, get the fuck out of here before I ban you again! and Jerry, can’t you see me talking to somebody right now! explode in a cacophony, the boy and the keeper of the keys to the record store hollering at each other. You take this moment of interruption to nudge the door open with your shoulder. But you don’t start into the street without giving him one more look. 

“Lacy.” He’s grinning this dumb grin, eyes gone soft at the corners.

He’s giving this one last nudge.

Your heart thumps. A reminder– this is really happening. Shit. Fuck.

“That’s the thing, though,” you say, attempting to smooth your expression out with a frosty smile. “I don’t like you, Eddie.”

author's notes: of course, my eternal eternal ETERNAL THANKS for all the love you have shown this story and the anons you've sent!!! writing is crazy so thank you for caring about mine. onto the fun stuff because you know i love a reference: - he leans great. a shameless my so-called life drop but eddie to me is a kind of stunning midpoint between catalano (left back twice) and krakow (would go down on you for days) - someone in the tags said ronnie and lacy should hold hands and i don't disagree. lab partner love never dies! - there's never a bad time to listen to ace of spades by motörhead - there's also never a bad time to listen to treasure by cocteau twins, which is the album lacy is referencing - i always fee like the zombie hand reaching out of the ground motif is unfairly accredited to the living dead franchises or something like that, but of course the most iconic instance to me is from carrie (1976) because women own horror - god, we really need to bring back listening booths in record stores! like we really need to bring them back lest romance die forever. - richard and linda thompson, also forever!!!!! my headcanon for this re: jonathan byers is this particular record is a joyce byers influenced choice. joyce and lonnie loved this record (when they were happy... lol) and played it all the time when jonathan was a baby. their original copy got lost (or destroyed) and sometimes jonathan will play it in the main street listening booth but he won't bring it home because he knows it's painful for his mom. - all my stone cold killer bitches in the house make some noise - jerry from main street vinyl you will always be rob from high fidelity in MY HEART (eddie is barry even though he doesn't work there lmao) - ok my hellcats! that's all the cultural education for this chapter!! thanks again for reading, reblog and scream at me in the asks because i so appreciate (and need) the support and i'd also love y'all to send me prompts! don't be shy! i love an in-universe blurb!

#published by powder #in progress #hellfire & ice #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic #eddie munson x f!reader #e. munson by powder

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to Mad Worshipper's Chapter 248

TL;DR - Cale have an awkward conversation with Sisko. Sisko looks for the one who defeated Kendall. Tsundere Rasheel moments. Cale and SEW fight Sisko.

Cale and Sisko Their entire conversation was so funny. Sisko was a muscle head who prefers fists than magic, so she was dressed as a fighter. Raon's comments about her appearance started this hilarious conversation.😂

Sisko: *dressed in a martial arts outfit that has short sleeves and shorts, with bandages around her hands and feet* Raon: Human, that dragon must not be cold! As expected, she's a superb strong dragon! Cale: (…Who on earth taught Raon the "superb strong" word? But I agree. She doesn't seem cold.) Narrator: Suddenly, Cale recalled himself tightly wrapped in layers of clothes. He somehow felt he had lost to her, but decided to forget about it. Raon: Human, why are they silent? Cale: *also confused* Sisko: …It's cold. Cale: (Huh?) Raon: As expected! Human, I thought that the dragon would be cold! In the midst of winter, she's barefoot and only have bandages wrapped around her hands and feet, and she's wearing short sleeves and shorts! I'm sure she'll catch a cold! There's no need to fight! Just let her catch a cold! Cale: (…Really? She was feeling cold?) Cale: Who are you? Sisko: Ah. Me, I'm Sisko. You? Cale: Me? Cale. Raon: Human, is it time to introduce myself? Should I do it too? Cale: (No. No, not this! What kind of conversation is this!)

First off, that 'superb strong' word. It's actually an old Korean slang that means 'the best' or 'super'. When the word 'jjang' is used alone, it means 'the kid who fights best in school'. I doubt Cale would use that word, so the remaining suspects are LSH and CJS... 🤣🤣🤣

Next, recall this scene from Part 2 Chapter 218?

Cale. He came out to the back of the black castle. Cale's steps on the snow-covered land were slow. 'Do I have to go this far?' His body was now wrapped tightly in fur clothing. The image of himself seen through the shadow resembled that of a snowman. 'I don't think this is right.' Cale, who looked away from his shadow with a frown, saw Ron's gentle smile and straightened his frown.

Cale recalled that moment and compared himself to Sisko's current outfit, and suddenly felt that he lost to her... 🤣🤣🤣 And when Sisko muttered that it was cold as she shivered, Cale and Raon's reactions were so funny. Raon never forgot the time he caught a cold. 😂

Their awkward conversation of introducing themselves did not stop there...

Cale: Him, who is he? *points to Horns* Sisko: He's… *pauses as she looks at Horns* Who are you? Cale: (What? What's with this dragon?) Horns: I'm the 3rd Bishop. Sisko: Ah, the 3rd Bishop… *pauses* What's your name? Horns: Horns. Sisko: Ah, He's Horns. The 3rd Bishop. Cale: *sighs* Raon: Human! The heretic inquisitor elves and mixed blood dragons looked confused! Cale: (I know. Even I would be confused in this situation.)

Tsundere Rasheel is Back! As if the chapter wasn't already funny, our tsundere dragon appeared and even made it better! 🤣🤣🤣

Sisko: *asks who defeated Kendall as she pointed to each of Cale's companions* Cale: *denies every time she points to one person* Sisko: Then it's that dragon? Cale: (Dragon?) *looks towards someone trudging towards the ice wall* Rasheel: Dammit! Why do I have to run errands! *carrying a basket of food* Dammit! Why do I have to carry food made by humans? I'm a great dragon! Narrator: Rasheel was walking with food prepared by Beacrox. On and Hong were with him. On and Hong: *looks at him* Rasheel: Of course, that doesn't mean I'll reject Sheritt-nim's orders! Narrator: Lord Sheritt was worried about the meals of Cale, Raon, and the others, and Dragon Mila had Rasheel bring it. He did not have the strength to refuse them. He was seriously injured in the fight with Kendall, so he just walked around with bandages wrapped around him. Rasheel: Dammit! *pauses* Huh? *sees everyone* …Why is everyone looking at me? Sisko: It's that dragon. *rushes to Rasheel* Cale: !!! (We must stop her! The kids are there too!) Rasheel: ??? Sisko: You, Kendall? Rasheel: Yeah. I defeated him. *grins* Sisko: *burning enthusiasm to fight* Rasheel: Oh, you want to fight me? *smiles* Rasheel: *pauses* Oops! Rasheel: *sees the basket he was carrying* H-Hey! W-Wait a minute! Rasheel: *becomes desperate as he thought that the food might be destroyed. Also recalls that the kittens were here* Rasheel: Dammit! (Why am I thinking of Cale Henituse possibly looking at me in contempt? I'm not scared of people looking at me like that!) Rasheel: Hey, stop! We can't fight here! *creates a magic shield for him and the kittens* Rasheel: (Yes, it's actually kind of scary! It's kind of scary to imagine Cale Henituse looking at me in contempt! ...NO. I just want to protect these young kittens and the food that their mom and cook warmly prepared for them! Because I'm a great dragon with a big heart!)

Rasheel... You're so cute! 🥰🥰🥰Him being scared as he imagined Cale looking at him in contempt was so funny. 😂 And him being worried about the kids in Cale's group. 🥰

Eruhaben also had his funny moment. Remember his meeting with the Past dragon where he insisted on being addressed respectfully? When Sisko was pointing to Cale's companions one by one, she was talking curtly and in a very short sentences, like "That whale?", or "That sword master?". But when she pointed to Eruhaben, she suddenly used respectful words and a long sentence: "Did he lose to that esteemed elder?" And Eruhaben was surprised and impressed that she was a dragon with good manners... 🤣🤣🤣

Ending Remarks Today was so good with all its funny scenes. Next up is Cale and Sky-Eating Water's battle with Sisko. Sky-Eating Water (SEW) found out about God of War's possible involvement with the hunters, so she was very enthusiastic in the fight today. Well, DA was also there and managed to stop Sisko from fighting Rasheel, but I think we'll have more of SEW next Monday.

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family

[cloudninetonine]

A Player's Aid: Chapter 16

Fandom: Legend of Zelda, Linked Universe

Warnings: Bad langaue, mentions of conflict, mentions of intimidation (??), mentions of blood, stabbing (??? Wild has been stabbed by an arrow), Tears spoilers (Great Fairy new location)

The few following seconds shared one of the two reactions you were expecting.

Jack shit.

Everyone still watching, waiting- the longer you stood idly with the stone still dormant under your palm the harder your face fell until the scowl was obvious to see.

“That it?” More to yourself than anything, you glanced down to Wind who shared the same disappointed look.

“I guess.”

What a barrel of fun.

It seemed such mystery would lay underdiscovered for a little longer, your heart dropping in disappointment. You didn’t like not knowing, didn’t like the unknown behind the veil of magic continuing to hide your purpose. Ridiculous. It was ridiculous. Why couldn’t you have been given the slightest hint to what was going on? Why were you being held in the dark? You weren’t supposed to be here, in some mediaeval wonderland with horrid creatures lurking in the dark or under the guise of humanity- Hylianity? Oh, who even gave a fuck.

“This was fucking pointless.” You muttered, dejectedly. “Let’s just go.”

Wind patted your hand in a show of sympathy, Wild joining your opposite side to send you a smile with similar emotion.

Robbie shrugged. “Eh, you win some, you lose some.”

Behind you someone began to speak, your body turning to address them-

And suddenly it was gone.

Everything was gone. Like the sun had suddenly gone out, along with the stars, the galaxies- like the land beneath you had been sucked away by an unknown force as you stood stock still in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Hands still visible, body still intact, your eyes widened in a confused little horror while you glanced around the area with comical silence.

…

“....Am I tweaking-”

BASS BOOST.

It was the best way to describe it. Like standing next to a speaker in a club, the sound waves close to bursting your own ears as you screamed in surprise and made a move to cover them. Light accompanied it, blinding and raw as it pierced even your eyelids after snapping them shut to save your own sight. Flashing colours and screaming volumes, you curled into a tight ball to save your senses as everything flew right towards you- what was this? Some sort of rave turned to the level hell?

Only one way to find out.

Forcing yourself to open your eyes you saw continuous flashes. The changing colours turned to solid pictures, the scene around you changing each passing second practically leaving you dumbfounded. What were these images? It took all the power in you to focus on only the tiniest tidbits of it.

Field. Red poppies.

Mountain. Encased in snow.

Cave. A stream that led to light.

Your eyes fell to the floor, a surface that seemed to flutter like waving water beneath your boots with the familiar veins of blue that ran rapidly into the abyss. 

The screaming was still too loud, the feeling of liquid slowly rolling out of your ears and into your gloves only proving that along with tears of pain rolling down your cheeks. Oh god, oh god it hurt and it just wasn’t stopping.

“Please.” You hiccuped, shaking from the strain. “Please stop- it hurts.”

And just like it was dark again.

Just like before, save for the show of Sheikah magic that still flowed gently further and further into the ground, the area grew dark and silent. Not a peep, not a sight, only the nothingness that just surrounded you moments earlier returned full force as your body collapsed into a foetal position, still silently crying and shaking. 

The lights were soft this time, the movement of the magic catching your attention as you watched it move beneath you.

Sheikah symbols slowly formed with the English following straight after, a slow transition of foreign script to a translation as it shined against your eyes.

“Here lays the tomb of our fate-”

You faded back in.

Eyes caught aquatic blue with the sailor kneeled just at your level, a concerned gaze searching frantically into yours before relaxing at the sight of your attention on him. Gilda also sat on his shoulder, looking just as relieved as the teen.

“You-....you okay?” The fairy asked after a beat.

You blinked, registering the other bodies surrounding you and the feeling of magic just by your head- the familiar white glow of Hyrule’s healing spell stopping the horrible ache within your head along with your eardrums. God, you hoped he saved your hearing.

You were tired.

“…” You inhaled then sighed something heavy. “Put me down like a fucking dog.”

Quite a few voices piped up to give you a collective. “No.”

“Fuck you lot then.”

Welp, at least you tried.

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After a lengthy chat with Robbie, it was time to move again.

Hyrule insisted on a longer break along with a few others to let you recuperate but you had brushed it off, needing a distraction and not wanting to cause more delay than you already had back at the castle. Being a day behind probably wasn’t good for these band of heroes and you didn’t want to add on to that when you could still walk just fine. After all you were just tired and…well, you were tired and that was all that needed to be said.

Keeping hold of Hyrule’s hand your eyes stayed downward, focused on the dirt path the lot of you walked in the next few dragging hours. Staying silent as you rolled over those gruelling few seconds that you had dissociated. Seconds. Only seconds when it had felt like aeons as those voices screamed and those scenes flashed.

Why a field? Why a mountain? Why a cave? What was the tomb the Sheikah script mentioned and what did it all mean?? Your mind felt heavy with only more questions, too many still left unanswered and agitating the expanse of your mind. The whole point of touching the dripstone was to gather information but you were only left more confused than you were before. It was selfish for this world to continuously dogpile information with really no notes- couldn’t the universe give you some kind of red pen annotation for this amalgamation of ‘what the fuck’?

It had begun to rain into the last hour of your journey, mutters of distaste echoing through the group as the pace grew faster, passing by Manhala Bridge then taking a turn to the left towards the towering Coliseum in the distance.

You only really registered the ache in your legs when the outline of Outskirt Stable was only a few paces ahead.

“We’ll take shelter here for the night.” Time spoke, louder than the storm that currently beat down on your heads. “I don’t think it’s good to walk any further in these conditions.”

And those conditions sure were conditioning- you heard the telltale roars of thunder and flashes of lightning. You instinctively muttered the seconds after each crack to see the following strike.

BOOM!

1,

2,

3,

4-

FLASH!

Four miles away, quite close.

The front desk clerk, Embry, was the one to get you all situated. No beds needed, just somewhere with a roof so not a rupee lost, even when Time tried to insist the kind innkeeper waved him off.

“You pay for the beds- shelter is a Hylian right!”

Hmmm, your government could have taken a tip or two from that.

Your bedroll had never felt this comfortable, it seemed, even against the hardwood floor of the stable, horrible lumps and stiffness only equated to your nice fluffy mattress back home. As if you could feel that plush duvet, freshly washed for a long night of rest and your pillows expertly fluffed to embrace your head, you felt yourself begin to drift. 

Dinner could wait, you needed a nap and you needed it now. Hell, maybe you would sleep through the whole night from the fatigue-

“Hey- you’re not falling asleep now are you?” A red, tired eye cracked open with a horrid twitch, turning to look at Wind who looked down at you from where he was leaning, big blue eyes studying you curiously. “Come on, I wanna show you something.”

Dear Christ in heaven- “Really? Now?”

“Don’t say it like it’s late- ‘s’only early evening!”

“If I could choke you, I would.”

“Just come on!”

“Better be worth it or I’m hanging you from your feet outside.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “It is!”

With a heavy groan you flopped onto your front then pushed your weight up to kneel, blinking blearily at the hand offered to you that quickly yoinked you upright once you had taken it. Dragged to the opposite side of the stable inn, dragging your feet in a show of exasperation as the younger boy brought you to the mini tent set up right at the back of the structure- little Haite (now bigger than her once chibi version) sat just outside, watching the light darkness underneath.

Wind kneeled down and you copied his movements-

“Awh.” The Hylian retriever tilted its head towards you, panting and looking tired with puppies surrounding her stomach, snoring quietly under the noise of the storm. “Okay, it’s worth it.”

“Told you~” You yanked his ear at the show of attitude, the boy yelping and slapping your arm when Haite shushed you both quietly, sending you fierce glares.

“You’ll wake the puppies!” She whisper-shouted and you both fell silent.

Eyes returned to the spectacle of the dog and pups, watching them with soft eyes.

You needed something like this. A moment to just relax and wind down, not thinking about the mounting horrors of Hyrule or the darkness that lurked, waiting to snatch you up. A bit of normalcy laid right before your eyes, a relaxing activity that could securely hide your daunting anxiety- watching puppies sleep their pretty little heads away.

“Who’s the dad?”

“A wolf!”

“Woah!”

“Yeah! She used to sneak off to play with him all the time!”

Oh they were wolfdogs too- your heart couldn’t handle the cuteness.

On instinct you reached your hand out, careful and slow as you moved closer to the Hylian Retriever who tilted her head again curiously, bringing it forward to meet you halfway.

A gasp came from your side. “Wait, don’t-”

And the retriever gently licked your fingers after a sniff, a smile pulling on your face as you moved to ruffle her fluff.

“Oh! She’s been very aggressive recently because of the puppies!” Haite noted, watching as the stable dog pushed its head further into your hand to feel your touch. “What’s your secret?”

Wind bumped you playfully. “They just have a thing with animals- Epona loves them.”

“Nah, I’m just lucky.” A puppy raised its head with a small squeak and your hand carefully moved to gently stroke it, its little sleepy whimper causing a flutter in your chest from the cuteness. “Awh, they’re so adorable.”

It was soothing, the harsh pelting of rain only added to the comfy atmosphere as you continued to pamper the pups and tired mother until you were both finally called over for dinner. Quiet chatter amongst you all so as to not disturb the many other people resting within the stable, you kept glancing over to the little makeshift dog house where the retriever kept beautiful eyes of gold focused on you. Her tail wagged each time your eyes locked.

“(Name).” Your attention swivelled back, making eye contact with the eldest. “You only briefly discussed what happened with the stone- please, tell us more of what occured.”

Oh great, back diving into the horrible and very much terrible moments in this adventure of pain that you were unwillingly dragged into. Having to relive the same scarring moments in an awful cycle to relay what cryptic message some unknown entity was trying to laser beam into your brain.

You sighed, heavy, and your free hand was grabbed by the Traveller. “I didn’t get much, in all honesty….it was bright and it was…it was loud…so loud….”

Your eyes glazed over, the images flashing.

“A field.” With…with red poppies.

“A mountain.” Encased in snow….

“A cave.” With a stream leading to light.

“....And there was something about a tomb.” Our tomb. You weren’t exactly sure who that referred to but the ominous tone sure wasn’t a fun thing to read along with the chill that had run up your back from the words alone. “That’s all I got…sorry…”

Hyrule gently squeezed your hand. “That’s okay, don’t push yourself.”

Warriors leaned forward.

“It seemed like a painful experience though.” The captain added, gesturing to your ears. “How loud was it?”

You gently brushed your ears unconsciously, the ghost feeling of maroon liquid gently seeping into your gloves and around your fingers. “Loud enough.”

Quiet surrounded you for the moment.

Then noise entered the room in the form of Wind dropping his empty bowl, a loud clutter echoing through the space and catching the attention of everyone. “....Woops.”

Chatter returned once again, a more mirthful atmosphere growing around you as the sailor made eye contact and winked.

You’d have to thank him later.

Settled in your sleep mat, you were on the edge of sleep when a weight was gently laid on your chest. You didn’t bother to open your eyes, expecting to see some appendage of Wind, knowing how he liked to move around, until another weight appeared: then another, and another, another- at the fifth weight placed you peaked an eye open to see the retriever trot over with a puppy in her mouth, tail still swishing at the sight of you as she placed the sixth and final baby upon your chest before she finally settled between you and a very confused Wild with a stretch then yawn.

Silence quietly passed.

Then Wild blinked. “...what just happened?”

You curled a protective arm around the canine babies with teary eyes. “I’ve just become a father.”

Wild watched you before snorting. “Congratulations.”

Then he turned over.

You didn’t have a lot going for you in this land of magic and monsters, but at least-

At least a dog liked you.

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“Mind if I join you?”

The traveller’s eyes rose from polishing his blade to the man before him, sat by the whispering fire that softly flickered in the gentle night air. His visitor was adorned with his wolf pelt in the cool Hyrule evening as he waited patiently for the younger hero’s confirmation.

“Go ahead.” The brunette smiled, returning to his chore as the elder parked himself beside him with a tired huff, the rancher’s eyes focused on the stars above rather than his brother in spirit. “Patrolling?”

The ranch-hand hummed. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“I struggle to sleep with no trusted lookout- even if we’re supposed to be safe….just something you learn from my home.” 

Silence fell between them after that.

In the light of the moon, birds had settled in their nests, the daylight mammals in their den while the insects sung their usual tune. Bugs harmonised with the wind and trees, their sounds a beautiful chorus of peace for those who bore witness to it; the lightning bugs danced to the near hypnotising rhythm, nocturnal critters snuck through the bush of the surrounding woodland in their nightly hunt.

Twilight inhaled a breath.

“...Have you mentioned anything to (Name) about us?”

“Hm?” The traveller glanced at his companion. “Why do you ask?”

“They knew who Wolfie was- they knew his name.” A stillness surrounded both as the Hero of Twilight looked to the Hero of Hyrule, his face a little hard. “I understand if you want to share your own secrets-”

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Link, and you know that.” Hyrule’s frown made the other’s face drop, looking down to his lap as the younger man continued, a sigh fresh on his lips as he returned to look at his reflection within the blade’s surface. “I know that Wolfie was a hard secret to tell and I would never share such a thing, even with them.”

“Then how did they-”

“Possibly from how they knew us to begin with.”

Twilight blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Their odd device? They showed us the Champion- they did mention that’s how they came to know our stories.”

A beat. “So…they could know more?”

Hyrule sat a little straight. “They do- I’ve asked.”

…Twilight began to nervously fiddle his thumbs, a sudden course of adrenaline rushing through him as the thoughts raged in his head. You knew more? How much more? Is that how you knew of Wolfie? If so why hadn’t you said anything- leave them, him, in the dark like that? He wasn’t sure how to react that night, as you cried and shook, whether to shift back and question you or just let it be as coincidence. But for goddess’ sake you saw a wolf and didn’t react, just seeked his comfort during your terror and slept like a child swaddled in their favourite blanket throughout the remaining night. The hero couldn’t just let that go.

You could have known he was Wolfie- that he was affiliated with the Twilight Realm.

Twilight bounced his leg. “...Have they said anything?”

Hyrule paused his activity upon seeing the turmoil on his friend’s face, settling his sword aside.

“They said it was none of my business.” He chuckled, smiling a little. “Well, not that way exactly, but I could tell in their eyes that they would not say a word to me- just after I asked if they could keep my own secrets.”

“They know your own secrets?”

“Yes.”

“....And they haven’t said a thing?”

“My brother in spirit- if you are so worried why don’t you ask them?”

….Could he really ask such a thing? “But what if they don’t know?”

Hyrule shrugged. “Then they don’t.”

“And if they do-”

“I can wake them if you like-”

“No! No.” Twilight raised his hands in worry when Hyrule had begun to raise, the brunette falling back to his seat on the log. “No you don’t need to wake them.”

“I wasn’t going to.” The Hero of Hyrule grinned something cheeky at his brother’s deadpan, chuckling once more as the stronger man lightly nudged him at his tasteless joke. “I doubt they will move anyway- they seemed very comfy in that canine pile.”

Twilight chuckled. “I suppose so…you have a lot of trust and care for them, traveller- in such a short span too.”

Hyrule raised a brow. “Your point?”

“Nothing bad, I promise, just-....protect your heart, okay? We don’t know how long they’ll be with us for.”

Hyrule frowned, brows furrowed. “....I…I suppose you’re right.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

“Let’s just…let us no longer speak of it, okay?”

In the distance, a lone wolf howled.

“...Okay.”

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“(name)....”

…

“(Name)...”

…What was that?

“(Name).”

Just on the edge of consciousness, the voice grew closer the faster and faster your body returned to the world of the living. Darkness was the first thing you registered as your vision began to fade in, the faint outlines of objects slowly forming as your brain kicked itself into high gear and the world began to make sense outside of the reality of dreams.

“(Name).” Soft hands patted at your face, tiny in scale to a human’s and soft as they tried to shake your cheek. “(Name), get up.”

“Noooo…” You muttered, tightening your arm carefully around the puppies still snoring away. “Tired.”

“I know you are,” Gilda reasoned, laying against the crevice of your neck. “But please.”

You closed your eyes once more, hoping to drown out her voice with thoughts of jumping sheep and clouds but when she begged again, sounding so desperate and pleading, you finally managed a tired sigh. Carefully, you worked to take off the six slumbering puppies and place them carefully by their mother, her eyes peeking open to see you push yourself to your feet with the blanket still wrapped around you.

“Fine.” Grunting, you waddled over to the curtains of the stable doorway, blocking out the moon’s beams for the sleeping patrons. “Show me the way.”

The next half hour involved climbing a hill. A horrid 30 minutes that only resulted in a pissy, tired attitude from you as the fairy continued to urge you to hurry as she hovered a few inches from your ear, her usual ethereal sounds almost like a buzzing fly next to you in your exhausted and irritated state.

“Stop rushing me.” You huffed, a little out of breath from the climb. “I’ll get there when I get there.”

“I just-”

“Gilda, I’m tired can you just-”

You registered the glow first. Twinkling like stars in the night that had your attention snapping from the glowing forest green to the sparkling gold that made your jaw drop in awe. 

“Is…is that?”

Gilda smiled. “It is…you can get closer.”

The Great Fairy Fountain was a blooming flower with beautiful orange petals dusted with spots of daffodil yellow, a golden encrusted sculpture crowning the centre with resting birds and more flowers. Assortments of mushrooms in variations of beautiful colours dotted over its surfaces, an abundance making up the ramping path that led to the glowing water that rippled with magic in a memorising way. You couldn’t help but slowly waddle forward, eyes shining in the light of the fountain’s beauty.

Multi-colour lights fluttered around with giggles and hushed excited chatter, calls of your name and soft caressing of your skin from the small crowd of fairies surrounding you, their presence making you giddy with excitement at the experience.

After not even a few seconds, there were fairies seated all over you and you were more than happy about that.

“This is incredible.” Gilda rushed to take refuge against your neck, playfully nudging one of her fae sisters aside to lean into your warmth. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”

“Not exactly.”

In a display which you could only describe as magical, your vocabulary not wide enough to explain the beautiful details in which the nest of fairies rushed around in a mesmerising dancing spectacle, their giggles and chants growing louder and louder by the second, along with the bubbling of rushing water before finally it glowed a bright white and the liquid burst as something came to rush out.

Or someone.

“Hahhhhhh!”

You yelped and leapt back in surprise, eyes focused on the giant woman that had exploded from out of the pond.

Petunia pink hair with stunning forest green eyes and beautiful black skin. The Great Fairy was covered in glittering gold jewellery encrusted with red rubies, with the skin of her chest plated over with gradient pink scales and behind her ears sprouted iridescent fairy wings that fluttered gently in the wind. Makeup done to perfection, her red lips grew into a dazzling smile as she leaned her chin on her hand.

Kaysa’s eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.

The definition of perfection.

“Hello, dear guide.” Her voice was angelic, like a church choir’s beautiful symphony. “Just the one I wanted to see. Please, come closer”

The sisters giggled around her, either taking seats on her form or settling in her hair- Gilda however stayed by your side, staring up at the larger woman while tugging at fistfulls of your clothes frantically. 

You took a careful step forward, eyes large in sheer amazement of her as you did. “I…I’m not sure if I’m who you’re looking for.”

“Oh?” The fairy cooed, leaning forward to study you closer. “And what makes you think that?”

You looked to your feet, feeling so little under the gaze of something so grand and magnificent.

“I just…everyone makes the guide out to be this really high and noble figure and I…I’m not that.” You breathed, feeling your stomach twist in disappointment. “I don’t remember any of that. I’ve always been this mediocre person walking around everyday being just as confused as everyone else and just… me? A magic guide? No, that’s not me. So I’m really sorry, but you have the wrong person-”

Kaysa’s giant hand gently came to rest around you, pulling you closer to her leaning face as she released the most beautiful laugh you had ever heard.

“Breathe, (Name), you don’t need to be nervous with me- after all, it should be me who is nervous!”

Grasping gently to her thumb you followed her steps, your sudden racing heart slowly going back to an appropriate speed once again, until finally you had fought off the panic attack that had threatened to take you once more.

Fucking hell, it seemed that was all that you were good for recently.

Kaysa moved so that her hand came to rest beneath you, your body seated on her massive palm comfortably with the pad of her thumb softly rubbing your back in a comforting motion. Your still exhausted brain fought off the fog of sleep at the movement, looking back up into her giant green eyes that shone with mirth and kindness.

“There, better?”

You smiled. “Much, thank you.”

“Now,” She brought you closer, the ground beneath you growing further the higher you were raised until you were face to face (read body to face) with the Great Fairy. “Do you really believe such things about yourself?”

“...that I’m mediocre?”

“That you are unworthy of the title of Guide.”

You twiddled your thumbs, “....Yes.”

“Hm. And what makes you think this way?”

Ugh, where to start. “Um, I’m kind of shit at directions, first of all. So Guide? Yeah, no. Second, I don’t have any magic- the only kind of magic I’ve ever done was the typical card trick in a deck which honestly isn’t even magic, just trickery. Noble? I would probably sell my best friend for a tub of ice cream-”

Her laughter cut you off, her free hand coming to gently cover her mouth to muffle her giggles. “I’m not sure. I only know one Guide who could bring such laughter to an audience so quickly.”

You shrugged. “I guess I’m just good at comedic timing- nice to know that we both have that in common.”

“...You share their light too.”

“Huh?” You sat a little straighter, “What do you mean?”

In that moment, the youthfulness of The Great Fairy Kaysa vanished, the spark in her eyes grew older as memories flashed in her mind. You weren’t quite sure what she was recalling but you could tell that it was something important as a sentimental look washed over her features and her smile wilted just the slightest, bearing a saddened tinge.

“The Guide carried this aura of light around them- even in the darkest of times. Not only did the heroes depend on that light in moments of pure misery, but the many others who had interacted with them felt that beautiful spark. In your eyes that light still seems to burn, slightly dampened by whatever your world has forced upon you but even now those flames refuse to die.” Her free hand came close, index finger slow and steady as it pressed carefully against your chest. “Here is where it burns strongest, it fuels you, (Name). You may not realise it now, but you are much closer to the Guide than you realise.”

You felt your heart pulse and flutter, eyes zoning in on your chest curiously at the strange reaction only to see nothing. How odd, you could have sworn you saw a quick flash of something.

Your hands rested against her skin. “...But I’m not them.”

“Maybe not- but you are connected. Whether it be your motivation or your souls, I know that spirit better than the heroes themselves.”

Her hand moved away as you retreated quickly to your thoughts, eyes still focused downwards to your chest as the bottled questions only seemed to grow closer and closer to bursting out in a cloud of confusion and frustration. You expected to be connected to the Guide but a spark? What did that even mean? What spark did you possess that the Guide also shared? Was it the presence that Dink had mentioned those days ago? Ugh, why were people confusing you more? Why couldn’t things make sense-

You yawned unwillingly, eyes blinking in an uncoordinated way. Oh yeah, it was still the middle of the night.

“Tired?”

“Yeah…”

“You may rest here, if you truly wish.”

No arguments here. The thought of having the walk that half hour back to the stable only made your body tense with the phantom aches from over-exertion. Your half awake brain didn’t really comprehend the consequences of your actions in that moment as you slowly moved your body to comfortably lay within the hand of the Great Fairy, eyes shutting to block out the ethereal glows of the fairies.

“Okay,” You yawned once more, “But only for a little bit.”

What a fucking liar.

You felt Kaysa move you closer. “(Name)?”

“Mm-hm?”

“What is something you wish to have? For your journey ahead?”

You cuddled into the warmth of her hand, pulling your blanket closer to your face. “I guess….I wish I was stronger…and braver….maybe get a cool sword….”

Kaysa giggled. “A good wish.”

Your consciousness quickly faded out as you fell back asleep, the fairy watching you happily as your body further relaxed into her palm with your breathing evening out to a slow but steady rhythm. 

Kaysa sighed, gathering her magic from deep within her and bringing it forth, her lips glowing with her power as she brought your sleeping body closer to her and carefully planted a kiss onto your head. Your body glowed in response, sparkles of her magic flying off you like smoke into the night before finally retreating away.

“May this blessing of strength and courage stay with you forevermore.”

Gilda still sat with you, looking over your body with saddened eyes before turning back to Kaysa, her tone timid. “...Do you think they’ll ever remember?”

Kaysa frowned. “I’m not sure, little one.”

“They don’t think they’re the Guide.” Gilda gently brushed your cheek with her hand, looking over your face with delicate warmth. “But…it has to be them.”

“And it is.”

Kaysa’s hand raised further into the dark sky, lifting you towards the twinkling stars. There was nothing before there was something, the stars flashing softly in the expanse of the night just as the spot where your heart laid began to glow, similarly to the light of the Guide that the many heroes once possessed.

“Only the stars would seek out their presence like this.”

----------

“Where are they!?”

The scene the following morning wasn’t a pretty one. The Hero of Wind almost regretted waking up, his eyes reflecting his grogginess as he blinked in an action to wake himself up when he noticed the tension that seemed to perpetrate the room. Confused, the boy glanced around to see the mess: Wild looked frantic as he paced, Sky and Four chatted nervously in the corner glancing towards the eldest three- Time, once again, looked angry beyond belief while Twilight and Warriors tried to calm him down with Legend looking almost smug just beside their leader. Hyrule was also nowhere to be found.

One glance to your sleep mat showed the sailor the source of the problem- only nursing puppies and their tired mother lay there.

Wind blinked. “This is a problem for later me.”

He turned in his sleep mat and shut his eyes.

The many patrons of the stable glanced around to one another, almost telepathically sharing their confusion and slight discomfort of the scene. To wake up to such a disaster of a scenario probably wasn’t high on their list of chores that day, especially the poor stablehands needing to be ready for work, but unfortunately it seemed as if fate had other plans.

Time brought hands to his face and dragged them down, his scarred eye showing in distaste of the situation. “Can I have at least one day without one problem?”

Legend huffed, almost triumphantly. “As I said, they weren’t to be trusted-”

“Veteran!” Time snapped, everyone in the room tensing in surprise at the pure anger in his voice as he glared an obvious tired eye at him. “Now is not the time.”

The Hero of Legend looked to his feet quietly.

“Do we know where the traveller went?”

“No, he was gone as soon as I woke up.”

“Same here.”

“He woke me.” Wild muttered, frantic and well, wild, as he continued to walk up and down the room- his steps nearly leaving marks in the floorboards. “He left as soon as he did.”

Twilight turned to him, exasperated. “Why didn’t you say that?”

“I woke you, didn’t I?”

And thus began an argument-

“Will you all be silent!?” 

Not even this quietness could be called silence. It had almost sucked the noise out of the space, not even a pin would be heard in this absence of sound- almost as if time itself had stopped. No one moved, no one dared breathe too loud, everyone simply made themselves as small as possible as the Hero of Time sucked in a deep breath.

“We are going to find them.” He started, gritting it out from behind his teeth. “And we are going to do it now-”

“No need.”

Everyone turned to the front, even Embry behind his desk to see both you and Hyrule at the open doorway of the stable, Gilda seated on your shoulder. You didn’t look quite ready to step into the mess but your face also showed a new sense of determination that no one had seen you wear before.

“The fairy fountain. I was at the fairy fountain- we had a chat and then I fell asleep. I should have said something but honestly I wasn’t even in my right mind when I woke up. It won’t happen again.”

Hyrule’s hand gently squeezed your own, encouragingly, as silence once again took over the room. The patrons and workers of the stable watched the scene, a live action soap opera right before their very eyes which had finally grabbed their full interest as they patiently waited for the next few moments.

Time began to slowly advance towards you. Twilight reached out to him, as did Warriors, Wild seemed to trip over himself then literally tripped over his own pillow to get over to you first. The stable’s own retriever raised her head, the lips of her muzzle pulled back with a threatening growl that caused the eldest to pause in his stride but even she shrunk when his gaze fell to her before he continued and finally stood before you.

Your bladder threatened to release its contents down your legs but you stood firm, making sure to stare right back into his eyes. The milky white of his scarred eye sent a shiver down your spine, accompanied by the Fierce Deity’s markings was sure a dynamic duo to boot, flashes of a certain Kokiri boy with a mask that held unimaginable power going through your head until you released Hyrule’s own hand to reach out and gently grab Time’s- the old man’s eyes widening for a split second as you brought it closer to you.

“I’m sorry, Link.” You didn’t look away, keeping eye contact. “I’m sorry if I worried you- I’ll try not to let it happen again.”

He raised a brow, “Try?”

“I think you know better than I do that you really can’t control what happens next.”

Hyrule glanced over to you with a mixed expression and you tried not to flinch at your own stupidity.

WHAT KIND OF STUPID FUCKING SHIT IS THAT!? DO YOU KNOW WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO!?!??!?!

Time took a deep breath in.

Then let a deep breath out.

“Yes. Yes I do.” You released his hand, letting him turn back towards the group that looked upon you three with a horror of too many lifetimes. “I apologise for my outburst, that was no way to act.”

When he walked away Hyrule leaned closer to you, his voice just above a whisper. “That was very brave of you-”

“I think I nearly pissed my fucking pants.”

----------

Breakfast was once again awkward, the whole morning was just not right. You felt guilt for once again bringing such an atmosphere to the table but then again that just seemed to follow you everywhere. Such luck, it seemed, followed you around like dog shit at the bottom of a shoe.

It was a slightly tense goodbye to the workers, the Hylian retriever didn’t seem to want to let you go and followed until she was called back. You waved to her, calling a sweet ‘good girl!’ that had her tail wagging excitedly and her howling a storm until finally you were too far to see her again. She would be missed.

You were glad that these men were able to create conversation out of nothing once you were on the road again, the atmosphere light enough to share laughs and stories as you trekked closer to the intimidating behemoth that was Digdogg Suspension Bridge- a natural formation of the land that literally did bridge Gerudo Canyon to Central Hyrule accompanied by slabs of wood, made to be kept sturdy.

It was a large drop to the water below and your skin crawled nervously before Wild tugged you back.

“I think you’ve had enough wandering today.” He joked, only slightly comedic as he smiled at your scowl and patted you on the back. “Stick close, okay?”

You chuckled, “I’m not going to keep disappearing, don’t worry.”

Hyrule sent you a deadpan. “I’m not sure if we can trust you on that.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault I’m wanted by an insane dark version of you guys.” 

Your boots clicked and clacked on the wooden bridge, the slight glow of Dah Kaso Shrine peaking through the cracks of the boards gently from its small island just beneath you.

“Which is exactly why you shouldn’t wander off, dummy.” Wind poked his tongue out at you, a mischievous spark in his eyes. “You’ll be safer with us!”

“Yeah, as if trouble doesn’t follow you around every corner-”

Your body was near thrown to the ground, your face planting into the rough dirt with a pained grunt as another body quickly covered your own. The air was briefly knocked from your lungs. A curse sat loosely on your tongue, threatening to escape you before men shouting caught your attention, Epona’s frightened neigh was almost deafening as the body atop you pushed off abruptly and a gloved hand hurriedly tugged you up.

“You’re okay, you’re okay.” Your world spun as you were yanked to your feet, falling into Wild’s chest with panicked eyes that only grew worse when you noticed the arrow lodged deep into his shoulder. “Blood- where did the blood-”

“That’s your blood!” You yelled, shoving your hands against the wound in an effort to stop the oozing maroon from further spilling. “You’re fucking bleeding! Oh my fucking god!”

Oh God, oh God, oh God-

What was happening!?

Where did the fucking arrow-

“Hello heroes.”

#linked universe #lu #linked universe x reader #linked universe imagine #player au #a player's aid

[neruro]

VOD 02 - at least give me pity donos!

first time chatter...? | scara x reader smau

He felt something strange at the sight.

Kazuha and Heizou playing with their (namely, Albedo and Kunikuzushi's) Switch on the floor, Albedo at the edge of the couch working on whatever illustration, and Kunikuzushi himself.

'Being next to someone again... I don't mind it.'

Kunikuzushi wasn't going to pretend he was familiar with any type of companionship. It was by sheer luck that he and Kazuha were paired up for a project together, and it was another dose of luck that he met long term friends because of it, (though Heizou and Kazuha agrees its from 'their intuition' and 'fate' respectively.)

Even as Albedo scolded Heizou for yelling at Kazuha about a blue shell, he burned the image in his memory. His companions... Or friends, some would say, they would be fleeting. Nothing lasts forever, after all. Eventually their paths would diverge.

To treasure the time before they abandon him.

Isn't that what his mother taught him?

Yes, if only he listened sooner... Then he wouldn't have been so distraught when he lost 'them.' And perhaps they never would have had to leave.

'I don't blame them,' he thought. 'The best I can do is hope I've grown enough.'

'So when that day comes... I can finally face them with my truest self.'

With a sigh and a last look at his friends, he went on his phone to open Twitch. Tartaglia and Barbatos were streaming, a couple thousand new followers (which were unfortunately, less than usual), but nothing he was particularly interested in.

Though he had a half a mind to...

He heard your voice almost immediately after, still as lively and sweet as last time. You started off with your usual greeting, wishing him a good day and starting off with informing him of what he missed.

"We just found the desert temple!" You said. "I'm glad you're here, actually– Me and Alatus found a mineshaft, and I could use you as a good luck charm!"

Right before he could hear your reaction or see if you got yourself killed again (dummyx5), Heizou punched his shoulder lightly, looking over at his phone. Somehow, they got Albedo away from his work to play with Kazuha, and they were both playing in silence.

"Kuni, partner!" Heizou said, leaning against his shoulder. "Why don't you join us? We got Albedo away from his tablet, that deserves some recognition, don't you think?"

"Doing something else," Kunikuzushi hummed, waving Heizou away. "You guys have fun."

"You're on Twitch," Heizou pointed out. "My guy, you're already living on Twitch every day."

"My streamer is streaming," He responded. "So shoo for a moment."

"I'm offended!" Heizou said, putting a hand to his heart in mock-hurt. "But alright, alright, just know you won't be choosing the game we play next time. Kazuha wants to play animal crossing with me so you'll take my place, partner!"

As Heizou walked back to the others, Kunikuzushi focused his attention back to his phone. Where 'his' streamer was now on the death screen again, from... Trying to swim in lava!

As you went on with how you were going to do better and not die next time (all while preciously trying to defend your honor) he couldn't help but let out a smile.

'It's always the smaller streamers...' He thought. 'Cute.'

first time chatter...?

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✧˚ ·summary - tada! a new streamer (aka: you!) entered the scene! and what's this? your first regular chatter accompanying you to fame? great! and you're both becoming friends? even better! . .. eh? what... what do you mean he has over a million followers? and what does he mean by 'do you remember me!?'

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author's note - chanel you are a carrot <3 thank you for reading!! be nice to yourself and others~

#ren tried :') #first time chatter ♡ #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche smau #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #genshin x reader #genshin smau

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Had this request in my mind for a while

What if sanji, law, sabo, corazon (separately) and their female s/o were on an island and just exploring it until they were ready to leave for the next one, they're just roaming around and seeing children and families around the place, but their s/o who gets a baby fever looking at them asks them about a baby. What would their reaction be?

Warnings: baby fever, suggestive

Word Count: 920

     The island wasn’t anything particularly special, another stop before heading to the next one, but it would take some time to restock and reset, so the two of you had decided to wander around a little. Smiling and taking in the scenery, you leaned your head against your boyfriend’s shoulder. It was so nice here and the weather was perfect for simply enjoying yourselves. Reaching a small park, you smiled and looked around. It was a beautiful grassy area, perfect for a picnic and apparently a lot of other people thought so too. Dozens of picnic blankets lay scattered about, covered in various foods. Usually with at very least a mother or father sitting at them while watching their spouse and child running around. Some had the entire family eating, others were abandoned completely while both parents played with their children. Watching them, you couldn’t help but melt at the sight of the little ones playing around. They looked so cute, so happy, smiling and laughing as they played. An image formed in your mind, you and your beloved sitting on the grass, holding an infant in your arms while he wiped some mess off of his other child’s face.

     “I want a baby.” you said softly, still staring at the children.

Sanji

     The blond stared out at the families like you. A baby? A family? With you? He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of a family with you. Of how you’d look with your large, round stomach. Taking care of you 24/7. A child of his. Would they be blond like him? Have his eyebrows? Or would they look more like you? What would they be like? 

     “You… Want a baby?” he asked, looking at you, his mind running a mile a minute.

     “Of course I do. Look at how happy they all are. Can you imagine our child? Oh, I want them to have your blond hair.” you said dreamily, imagining your child. Turning to your beloved boyfriend, you could see the gears turning in his head. 

     “In a year or two, okay? I promise, I’ll give you as many babies as you want.” he said after a moment, pulling you close and kissing you. You pouted a little but nodded. He was probably right about a year or two, now wasn’t the best time to have a child. Still, looking back at the families, you couldn’t help but want one even more.

Law

     Law coughed, choking on his own spit as he looked at you wide eyed. A baby?! You wanted a child? Turning to him, you gave him a yearning look.

     “Law, I want a baby. Please?” you asked, making him stare at you for a moment. A baby. You wanted. A baby? 

     “Absolutely not.” the man said, giving you a deadpan look, even as your eyes filled with sorrow, “We’re not ready for a child at the moment and children take a great deal of care.” he said, noticing the tears starting to gather in your eyes.

     “Th-then not now! But one day?” you pleaded, making the man sigh.

     “One day. Now let’s go.” Law took your hand, pulling you away. He’d better get you out of there before you decided to start going shopping for baby clothes.

Sabo

     Chuckling, Sabo wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

     “You want a baby?” he asked, his lips next to your ear, making you shudder.

     “Of course I do. I want a baby that has your eyes, who loves freedom just as much as you. I want to start a family with you.” you said, managing to turn around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulled you into a kiss as he smirked. A family, huh? He hadn’t had good experiences with his parents, still, the idea of starting a family with you sounded kind of nice. That being said, he was a very wanted revolutionary, any child of his would be seen as a target. Something to be used against him.

     “Once the RA has accomplished its goals. I don’t want anyone after you when you’re in such a vulnerable state.” he said sweetly, making your heart melt. He had a point, you’d be an easy target, “Why don’t we start practicing making one, though.” he whispered, running a single, gloved finger down your spine. Biting your lip, you nodded, taking his hand and running back towards the ship. You’d happily practice with him.

Corazon

     His cigarette fell from his mouth, staring at you in shock.

     “A WHAT?!” he shouted, only to have you slap your hands over his mouth as you looked around for any of the others. You couldn’t let them know he could talk. 

     “I said I want a baby. I want your baby.” you whispered, watching as he turned a bright, glowing pink. Hearing all of the noise die down, you knew he’d activated his devil fruit abilities, slowly pulling your hands from his mouth. 

     “I want a baby with you too! I want to start a family with you right now!” he shouted, picking you up and spinning you around. A family, his own family. He’d make sure to be a kind, loving father just like his had been. And you, you’d make the best mother! As soon as he stopped spinning he was picking you up, his powers falling as he raced back to the ship. He wanted to give you a child as soon as possible. 

#one piece #one piece sabo #one piece sanji #one piece law #one piece corazon #sabo x reader #sabo the revolutionary #revolutionary sabo x reader #sabo the revolutionary x reader #revolutionary sabo #flame emperor sabo #flame emperor sabo x reader #chief of staff sabo x reader #chief of staff sabo #black leg sanji x reader #black leg sanji #sanji vinsmoke x reader #sanji vinsmoke #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d law #trafalgar one piece #one piece trafalgar law #trafalgar law #op corazon #donquixote rocinante x reader #donquixote rocinante #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon

[my-soupy-brain]

Next Door Neighbor: Part 1

I have oodles of prompts I am starting to answer and draft but I’ve been playing with this one and wanted to get your reaction. No clue where it’ll go. Aiming for a three parter? Maybe some Michelle angst? We will see. Hope you enjoy!

relationship: Ted Lasso x Reader (F)

warnings: pining, lust, masturbation

Description: Ted Lasso moves next door and you make friends.

—

You’d seen him outside a couple of times, your new neighbor. He had a mustache, dark hair swooped neatly. He wore training clothes but more often than not, just a Kansas City t-shirt.

“Hi, neighbor,” you said one day, taking a little break to cross your lawn while washing your car. “I’m y/n.”

You put your hand out and he accepted. “Ted. Ted Lasso. Nice to meet ya,” he offered in return with a charming smile and dimples.

He was handsome. Broad shouldered and sturdily built. His forearms had some muscle, while his torso had some softness to his tummy. A neat seat of teeth set behind a small mouth and a wide brown mustache. 

“How do you like the neighborhood?” you asked while wiping off your hands. You noticed your t-shirt was a little damp from the hose.

“Oh, I love it so far. It’s very nice. I just got back from a couple years in London, coachin’ soccer over there. Or, football as they call it.”

You smile. You remember seeing him on TV when your friends watched a match. 

“I knew you looked familiar.”

“Guilty as charged!” He laughs with a masculine chuckle.

“Say, you need help with that car washing’? I’ve got a spare set of hands here.”

You nod and agree. “That’d be great if you don’t mind!”

Ted grabs a sponge from the bucket and helps, asking you about your life: What brought you to Kansas, what you do for a living, where you’re from. 

He smiles to himself as he watches you wash your car, the soap and water clinging to your shirt, which is clinging to your breasts. He tries to shake the image out.

After you’d dried the car down and tossed the sponge, you thank him.

“Aw, anytime for a neighbor.”

…

The following week you pop over to Ted’s noticing his SUV in the driveway. A knock on the door and a smiling Ted Lasso greets you once again. 

“Well hello there, neighbor!” he chimes, opening the door for you. 

“Hey there, Ted! I hope you like cookies. Baked them myself,” you say, offering a big platter covered with plastic wrap.

His eyes sparkle and he smiles at the gesture. His mind wanders back to London for a second, when he was the cookie baker.

“Thank ya so much! Come on in, have a seat. You got a couple minutes?”

You nod, and he whisks the platter away to his kitchen. You take a look at his humble decor. Neat and tidy. Photos of him and a little boy - must be his son? - sit on the mantle. He’s got a framed AFC Richmond jersey hanging proudly and photos of him with his team. 

“You look like you had fun over there,” you offer when he comes back. 

“Oh, I sure did. Nothin’ like takin’ a broken engine and making’ it run again,” he says with a smile, offering you a seat on the couch.

He offers a glass of fresh sun tea and you accept, chatting lightly with him. You can’t help but smile when he talks. His sweet voice, his sense of humor. He beams when he talks about his son, Henry. 

“So what do you do for fun around here, now that you’re back?” you ask brightly, hoping to find a way to spend more time with him.

“Oh, I go to football games, and watch my son play his sports, y’know. I like playin’ darts at the pub, well, bar. Sorry, still tryin’ to shake my London vernacular.”

You smile at his charm again. 

“I’m awful at darts.”

“I could teach ya!” Ted offers brightly and you smile. “That’d be great, Ted!”

You make plans to hang out tomorrow night at the bar a few blocks away. The best boards in town, Ted says. 

….

At the bar, you wave at Ted when he walks in the door, and he bee-lines to where you are in the back. 

“First round’s on me,” you offer and Ted tries to shoo you off. You shoo him off first, putting your card with the waiter. You can help but let your cheeks warm when he smiles at you.

The waiter brings the drinks — a whiskey and cola for Ted and a gin and tonic for you — and you chat a few minutes before Ted claps his hands.

“Dart lesson!”

You pop out of your seat and head over to the nearest dartboard, which Ted throws some change into to light it up and pulls the darts from the holes. 

“What do you call airballs in darts? That’s how I play,” you laugh, and he laughs with you. 

“Not by the end of this lesson you won’t,” he chides. “OK, stand right here...”

Ted’s hands position you where to stand, and he turns your body at your waist for the best angle. You feel a tingle up your spine. His hands are so big and warm, so strong… he’s so broad chested and he smells like a woodsy cologne and…

“OK, ready?”

Oh no, you weren’t listening. “Can you repeat that last part?”

Ted smiles and blushes. He knew where your thoughts were going. He positions you again and helps you hold the dart, pulling it back at your wrist. 

“Best to stop sudden, let the dart sail, don’t direct it.”

You throw the first dart, and it doesn’t do great with your aim, but it at least lands on the board. 

“There ya go! See? Made contact. Step one complete!” 

Ted steps to the line and chucks the dart like an expert, hitting it damn near the bullseye.

“You weren’t lyin’, Ted! You’re damn good at this!” He smiles. 

You step to the line, and he helps position you again. His hands on your hips now, a little lower than before. He’s standing a little closer. His breath a little heavier. 

“Right there, just like that,” he says with a gravely Southern voice that makes your entire body shudder. 

He smiles to himself when he feels the electricity from you. He helps you pull your arm back as you throw the dart. Another hit.

You squeal in delight and Ted smiles, proud. He can’t stop looking at your smile, how your hair bounces when you jump on your toes. 

The game goes on, you share more drinks, more laughs, more stories. He tells you about London life, the team, and when you make it back to the table, his divorce. You share about yours. You both share how it’s affected you, how you’ve grown. Therapy has helped, and you share that, too.

The night goes on, and you decide it’s time to call an Uber and head home. 

“Split one with me? Going to the same place, basically,” you laugh and he nods. 

Once you’re dumped out at home, Ted stands tentatively with his hands in his pockets. 

“You wanna…” you both start at the same time. “Come inside?” you ask and he smiles. “That sounds mighty nice.”

He comes into your home, noticing all your books and art. A space that’s very much yours. It makes him happy. 

A shared drink, some more shared stories and laughs, and Ted decides it’s time to head home for the night. 

“Thanks for coming, Ted, it was so nice hanging out with you tonight. Let’s do it again soon,” you offer, opening your arms for a hug. Ted gratefully accepts. 

But the moment is perfect, the lighting just right and when he pulls away, you both stop and look into each other’s eyes, then lips, then eyes — and you both lean into the middle.

Ted’s soft lips kiss gently, and yours do too. But when you feel his tongue against your lips you open to him. It deepens quick, your breath coming short and fast through your nose, your hands clutching his back, his cupping your low back and ass. 

When you finally break apart after what feels like a century, Ted’s eyes are glazed over. 

“Holy moly,” he murmurs, making you smile. “That was…something…”

You smile. “Do you wanna stay…over?” you ask, hoping he agrees so you can find out what else he’s good at doing. 

Ted smirks and chuckles. “Oh, as much as I’d love that, sugar, and I would… I’m going to be a gentleman and go home.” 

You pout a little but respect his decision, and when he closes the door, you rush to your bedroom and open your dresser drawer.

…

Once you’re nestled in bed, you close your eyes and think about the kiss. About Ted’s hands, about his scent, about his broad, sturdy chest, about the way his tongue danced with yours. 

You turn on your toy and let your body run with the desire. Images of Ted’s body dance through your brain, and you think about how good it would feel to be under him — filled by him. 

Oh, God, it would be amazing. He’d kiss you and push into you. Maybe he’d spank you if you asked. 

Oh, my God! Oh, God…

Your stomach turns and tightens with the thoughts, the toy working just right, and you climax, calling out his name, cursing, shaking, trembling. 

You smile and lay blissfully staring at the ceiling, more desperate than ever to get more of Ted in your life. 

And on his back deck, enjoying a final bottle of beer, Ted’s ears turn red and his cock tents his joggers as he listens to you moan his name next door.

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I generally don’t like to add on to these pile on articles about a particular situation. But damn that article about keeping Harry’s appearances to a minimum or rather very tightly controlled is uh wild. I always say there are 4 types of “leaks”. 1. The out of no where leak (unexpected) 2. The planted leak about info they want out 3. The rebuttals leak. And lastly: 4. The reality leak. Now Meghan always plays in the second and third category. It’s been her MO for years now, Harry on the other hand often times really only plays in the third category. He very clearly wants to be perceived in a very certain way by a specific set of people. Now on occasion we’ve seen number 1 happen but it was disguised or viewed as 2 or 3 depending on who you ask (megxit//oprah//lawsuits for Harry). Even rarer are leaks that fall into category 4. The dress was the first big one, then it was the frogmore neighbor paper thing and then it stopped for a little bit while they moved to the states, and then came Spotify and now, this. And I guess I’m just struck at the accuracy and devastation that these particular leaks caused. They became points of fixation for both Harry and Meghan and your blog has done a great job at tracking their individual reactions to them. The common denominator between all of them is the third party in which they came from, a non family member who was either directly or very closely associated with the core situation. These armor piercing stories seem to be, in hindsight, axis tilting turning points where huge decisions are made. (‘leaving the royal family or launching the ARO brand). Which to me begs the question, what is the irrational decision Harry will make next? Because the reality behind closed doors for Harry is likely much darker than he lets on. The article was certainly a category 4 disguised as a category 3 to respond to speculation relating to his invictius games status.

All in all, I suspect that ARO was very hastily launch, which is why there’s been no follow up or plan. The shows likely tick a box for Netflix to pay the final installment owned, while Harry and Meghan are trying to quell speculation that the relationship with the streaming giant has soured. But most importantly I really think that people aren’t picking up the phone for him any longer and the military has likely been more vocal behind closed doors, which puts him in a very very big bind. Which is only going to be further enlarged, because ex military men don’t play polo. It is a notorious rich persons sport, something that fits very well into the ARO brand Meghan is aiming for, but falls very short of the person Harry views himself as (‘hero Harry). Harry has lost the ability for them to peacefully co exist. His behavior over the last 4 years, and their mutual statements together have forced him to choose one. So now rehabbing one image will always mean the eroding of the other. I still think he wants to do both but I think after the Netflix series fails, we’ll see him drop polo all together and try and go all in on IG again, but unfortunately by that time IG will have moved on out of necessity.

Polo is a rich person's sport but polo also isn't a thing here in the US. Unless you live in the tony old-school old-money enclaves where people are playing polo (Santa Barbara, Charleston, the Hamptons, and Miami, for example), polo just isn't on your radar here in the US like it may be in the UK.

If Harry and Meghan really wanted to get in with the rich American folks - like the billionaires, the Hollywood A-List, the politicians, the industry titans - the golf course is where they need to be.

But he's not interested in that. Harry's not interested in anything American except using our first amendment to control what people say about him. He's the worst kind of immigrant.

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[americaswritings]

Chocolates

Warnings: period talk

Summary: You're on your period and Neil offers you a little comfort when he sees you're having a bad day.

Words: 2.2k

Pairing: Neil Melendez x Doctor!reader

A/N: It's ridiculous how much time I wasted searching for a gif and still ending up unsatisfied. But for some reason when I search for gifs on tumblr for my writing I just get reaction memes these days. It's so annoying! Anyway, this was requested. I hope you like it and it's the way you imagined :) I really want to write more again, because it felt so good to just sit down and start typing, but life is so busy at the moment and both my physical and mental health aren't so great too! Hopefully it will all get better soon :)

You should have known it would be ‘one of those days’ when you walked into work with a belly ache, but you didn’t think much of it, hoping if you just ignored it the pain would eventually go away.

Only it didn’t. Instead it got worse, spreading into your lower back and making it hard to keep standing. All you wanted to do was sit or lie down and not move anymore, perhaps even curl over until the pain faded.

But you were on shift, the ER was buzzing and the hospital was understaffed. Sighing you grabbed the next patient’s file, scanning it quickly as you made your way over to where he was seated. Too late you realized someone was crossing your way and you bumped right into them, startling at the unexpected contact.

“Sorry!” You took a step back and glanced up at the man dressed in the blue scrubs, relieved but also a little nervous to find it was Neil Melendez. The two of you got along well, so well that it made you hope he would eventually ask you out.

But he hadn’t yet and you didn’t have the heart to do it yourself, fearing the humiliation of a rejection since you would have to keep working together.

Neil teased you and he flirted with you, but that didn’t have to mean anything. He was naturally charming. Still you hoped for the moment to come, your heart always losing its steady rhythm for a second when you laid eyes on him.

“It’s nothing.” He smiled at you and you tried to reciprocate it, but a sharp pain in your belly made your face twist in pain instead. “Well, I should get going”, you said once the pain had ebbed a little, but you didn’t make it far as Neil held you back by your elbow.

“You okay?” His brows were knitted and he watched you with a frown, his eyes darting over your face before he locked eyes with you again. You drew in a breath, tensing a little at the proximity and trying to ignore your galloping heart.

“Yeah, I’m fine”, you brushed it off, this time managing a smile. You saw Neil slightly narrow his eyes at you, but before he could say anything else you offered him a nod and hurried away.

-

You had never looked so much forward to your break, the imagination of finally sitting down and eating a meal keeping you going for the rest of the morning. But just as you handed over your last patient’s file, planning to head to the cafeteria, a voice called you back.

It was Dr. Lim. She was marching over to you and you could tell from her face she wanted something from you.

Not now.

“What is it?”, you asked, once she came to stand beside you, not hiding your frustration. The other doctor looked at you surprised, before holding an iPad out to you. “The imaging and report from Mr. Wellington’s CT just came in.”

You let your eyes flicker over it, not finding anything worth this fuss. “And?”, you asked, sounding as impatient as you felt to get held back. “That’s what I thought too”, Audrey continued unbothered, “but then I found this.” She used her fingers to zoom in on it.

“See this shadow?”

You squinted your eyes. “Could be anything.” “Right, but it looks like a small tumour. I already ran a biopsy. The results should be in soon.”

You glanced up at her, waiting for her to come to the point. When she didn’t say more you sighed. “So? Why are you showing me this?”

“Okay-“, Audrey snapped the iPad’ case shut, handing it over to the nurse’s desk, “Someone’s in a mood today!”

You winced under her glare, regretting how harsh you had sounded. It wasn’t her fault you were having a bad day and she didn’t deserve your attitude. “Sorry.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep inhale, trying to push away your annoyance. You really didn’t want to argue with Audrey today. Especially not over something stupid like this.

“It’s just-” You opened your eyes again, gesturing at the busy ER. “-My back is killing me and I have the worst cramps and I just want to lay down and suffer in silence.”

You let out a chuckle at your dramatic words and the way they came out as if they had been at the tip of your tongue only waiting to slip out, which probably wasn’t far from the truth, and Audrey offered you a sympathetic smile. “That time of the month?”

You nodded, surprised that you didn’t feel embarrassed to talk about it with her. Audrey always seemed so strong and unbothered and you couldn’t imagine her whining over a stupid period. But she seemed to know exactly what you were talking about.

“The mood swings are the worst for me. You might know I’m not the most patient person out there-”, you grinned, thinking of the many incidents she had proven what a short temper she coud have, “but during that time? You really don’t want to pick a fight with me then!”

You laughed. It was just too easy to imagine. “I bet Melendez and Andrews have made that mistake.” Audrey’s face lit up. “Oh, trust me they have!” She shook her head, smiling. “And they learn from it.”

“As they should”, you nodded, “at least they don’t have to attempt 12-hour shifts while it feels like their insides get twisted inside-out.”

Audrey laid her hand on your lower arm, squeezing lightly. “Ibuprofen’s your best friend. And if you ever need to take a break and lay down just tell me.”

You felt a lump forming in your throat and you had to will back your tears. Damn hormones! “Thank you.” You hoped she could hear how sincere you were, the thought of having an escape providing you with relief strong enough to give you a little energy back.

“We women have to stick together.” Audrey squeezed your arm again, before retreating and you looked after her for a moment, grateful to have a friend in her.

-

When you had finally made it to the cafeteria, your pager had gone off right as it had been your turn to order. “You can’t be serious”, you muttered as you pulled it out and read it. “Hey, are you going to order or what?”, you heard someone ask behind you, but without another word you took off, praying you would make it to your patient in time.

Luckily you had. But afterwards you had been pulled right into another case and before you knew it, it had grown dark outside and your stomach was growling at you.

The cafeteria was long closed and so you got a chocolate bar from the vending machine, promising yourself to get real food once you were off the clock.

The ER had quietened down as it often did at the end of your shift and since you had never taken your break you allowed yourself a moment to take a breath in the resident’s lounge.

Although you weren’t a resident anymore you still liked to come here. Perhaps it was the closeness to Neil’s office or the quiet it provided at the end of the day when the residents had all gone home. There was no one who could tell you off as you curled up on the sofa.

The chocolate tasted heavily in your mouth and you devoured it until the last crumb. “You look like you just fell in love.”

“Huh?” You glanced up, to find Neil at the door, casually entering the room and coming to stand in front of you.

He gestured towards the wrapper you had placed on the table. “The chocolate.”

Oh. You let out a chuckle as you realized you had stared at it longingly while you had contemplated whether it was reasonable to get up and get another one or if it wasn’t worth the effort it would take to search for a vending machine.

“That was probably the best chocolate I’ve ever had”, you declared and Neil chuckled. “Your standards are very low then.” You tried to look offended but failed. “Don’t speak ill of the vending machines. They are real life savers. And it’s been a tough day.”

You said it lightly, but you saw Neil’s jaw twitch at the last part. “What happened?”

He walked over to where you were sitting and you shuffled to the side to make space for him. He leaned against the armrest, his body angled towards yours. “Nothing I-”

But suddenly tears were clouding your eyes as all the emotions you had bottled up threatened to spill over. “Damn it!” You wiped at your eyes before the tears could spill, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

You didn’t need to look at Neil’s face to see the worry on it.

“Sorry”, you let out an embarrassed chuckle and Neil smiled at you softly. “I’m usually not this emotional. It’s been a long day that’s all.”

“You have had longer ones and didn’t bat an eye.” It wasn’t an accusation, only genuine confusion on Neil’s part and your heart swelled at the hidden compliment and how much he cared to understand you.

“Yeah”, you muttered, closing your eyes as another cramp hit you. When you opened them again you hoped your face hadn’t betrayed you and given away your discomfort, but the disadvantage at working so closely together was that Neil could read you by now.

Before he could make any wild guesses, you decided to just tell him the truth.

You didn’t have to be embarrassed about it, shouldn’t feel that way, yet it was easier said than done. You didn’t want him to think you couldn’t take the hardships of the job, that you were weak or dramatic. But even as you thought it you knew Neil would never think that of you.

Or anyone.

He wasn’t like that, wasn’t intimidated by strong willed women or the reality of what it was like to be one.

Taking a long inhale and an even longer exhale you looked up at him. “I got my period this morning and I’ve been in pain all day.” Now that you had gotten the words out you suddenly had the urge to let it all out.

“And my back is like- so bad. But the cramps are the worst. And I snapped at Audrey. And then again at Glassman. And I almost bawled my eyes out when my patient made it out of surgery and his wife came to see him. And this-”, you gestured at yourself, “is the first break I have gotten all day and I don’t think I’m ever gonna stand up again.”

You stared at Neil in shock for a moment as you realized what had just happened, but then you let out a laugh. “Wow and that just came out like one long sentence!”

Neil chuckled in amusement. “That seems like a really crappy day”, he agreed and you nodded in relief that he seemed to take it serious. “Right? I mean, there are worse things, obviously, but still-” You clutched your belly again, letting out a hiss of pain.

When you looked back up Neil had shifted closer to you, his frown back in place. “Why didn’t you call in sick?”

“Really?” You shook your head, amused and a little frustrated. “I can’t just call in sick every month.”

“It’s this bad every month?”

You nodded. “Most of the time, yeah. Sometimes it’s better, other’s it’s worse. But that’s just how it is.”

Neil face twisted, clearly displeased with what you had said or the situation, perhaps both. “It shouldn’t be like that”, he said then and you looked at him for a moment, taking in his sincerity. “I mean, yeah”, you agreed after a moment. “What, you want to change the whole system now?”

Neil’s mouth curled up in the hint of a smile. “Not tonight, no. I have better plans.”

Your face fell a little as you felt a hint of disappointment at his words. Maybe he was just hanging out with friends or visiting his sister you tried to reason. But the thought of him having plans with another woman gnawed at you.

“Really? What could be better than that?”, you asked teasingly and he tipped his head towards you. “Someone needs to show you what real chocolate tastes like.”

Oh. Your hope arose so strongly you almost forgot to breathe for a moment. “And my sofa is even more comfortable than this one.” He patted the couch you were seated on, not breaking eye contact once.

You still looked at him in shock, unable to form words as you processed his. “You’re baiting me with chocolate?”, you asked once the shock had faded a little, cautious not to put too much weight into his words and Neil grinned. “I do give great massages too. I cook. And I have a big movie collection to distract you from, you know, the pain and all that.”

You smiled widely at him. “Now that wins me over”, you stated, although the thought of spending time alone with Neil was already enough. But it didn’t make his promises less appealing. And it made you feel warm inside to know how much he cared and that he had put so much thought into what he could do to make you feel better.

“Great.” He stood up. “So it’s a date?” For the first time he sounded nervous and it made your heart flutter to know it was because of you. That this, whatever it was between you, mattered to him too.

“It’s a date.”

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hole in one — chapter 23.

⌕ synopsis: at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, where everyone is battling to be the center of attention, yu jimin is just a regular. people want her because of her beauty, but all she cares about is sharing her freaky stuff with her friends and passing her subjects. although there's one thing that might push her out of her comfort zone, revenge. when nakamura kazuha, one of the richest and most well-known students of NCU, starts to spread gossip about her for thousands of followers to see, jimin decides to get back by taking away the thing kazuha cares about the most: her perfect girlfriend, the young golf star, kwon haru.

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"hey." muttered haru after seeing karina.

the girl was panting, making it obvious that she had run to that place. the new girl understood right away, she had already realized it she arrived later than she was supposed to.

"sorry i'm late." she added, interrupting the tension building between the two.

"hey." returned the other's greeting, sketching a shy smile.

up until that moment karina had felt confident, calm, but it all dissipated as soon as the golfer stood in front of her.

she had crossed paths with haru a few times, although she could count them with her fingers. after all, they go to the same university, and there are events that all the students attend. besides that, kwon sometimes showed up at the building where jimin studied to visit her friend giselle. but they never interacted before, let alone with the subplot of an entire plan organized to seduce her. somehow, the athlete's idea and the plan seemed so far away and fictional that she didn't feel a great weight because of them.

until kwon haru became a reality, until she was there personified in front of her, and karina felt the pressure of having to think carefully every interaction they had.

"are you..." she gave a deep sigh before continuing the sentence. "...the girl my girlfriend has been fighting with?" a short, chaste laugh escaped her as she finished, perhaps because of nerves or the ridiculousness she was asking.

"i think that's an accurate description of me." jimin nodded her head, pressing her lips against each other as a gesture of embarrassment. "although it's not so much a fight, it's more just her..."

"yeah, i know." she lowered her gaze, and walked a bit until she found a place where to leave her equipment. "sorry about that, by the way." she picked up a club and turned to karina again. "it's just that she thinks what happened at the party was on purpose, which doesn't justify her reaction, sure, but it's all only because she felt attacked. i swear she's not mean, just..." she stopped her walk next to the girl, taking a breath of air and looking towards the field, thinking what to say next. "hi, i'm haru, it's a pleasure." she looked at her and extended her hand waiting for a shake, not finishing the previous topic.

"yes, i know you're haru. it's a pleasure too." she reciprocated the greeting, finding funny the abrupt change of subject.

"your name is karina, am i correct?" the golfer furrowed her eyebrows as a gesture of curiosity.

"that's me." confirmed, pointing her index finger at herself. "but my name is jimin, actually." she explained.

"okay, jimin-ssi." she gave a smile without showing her teeth, but that was still genuine enough to make her eyes narrow.

it was the first time karina had talked to kwon haru, and although she had the image that the girl's personality wasn't at all like her girlfriend's, in those minutes she had confirmed it. she was kind. something well hidden among her priorities and bad intentions, told the newcomer that this girl didn't deserve to have any harm done to her, but at the same time, she also was relieved at the thought that maybe it wouldn't be such a challenge to flirt with haru.

this is against kazuha, anyway.

"minhyuk spoke to me yesterday, told me he helped some friends get into the club, and that they lied on their applications about knowing how to play golf." the fresh member lowered her head in embarrassment, to which the experienced laughed. "he told me i had to do him the favor of helping him train them, am i right?"

"you are, ma'am." karina brought her hand to her forehead, jokingly giving a military salute, then flashed a cheeky, flirtatious expression to her new acquaintance.

she was there to make her fall in love, after all.

haru looked away restlessly, and swayed from one foot to the other as she scanned the surroundings with her eyes as if there was anything besides grass and holes in the ground.

"everyone lies on applications anyway, don't they?" joked karina as she saw her teacher start to move to fetch some golf balls and arrange everything.

"not in rottary, no." she denied as she was bent over setting up a tee.

"oh." she expressed flustered.

"but it's okay, jimin-ssi." she straightened up and addressed her. "someone had to be the first to do it." tried to reassure her.

karina and haru sat down on the tee box, and the sportswoman took some time to explain the rules of the game, the most common terms and what each item used in the sport was called and what it was for, and also to answer any questions the new girl may have.

the latter listened attentively to every part so as not to detract from practice later. and even though she still found it rather boring, she got a strange thrill from the idea of being good at golf.

"so why did you join the club if you've never played golf before?" questioned the teacher once she finished explaining the system of play.

karina thought carefully about her answer, she couldn't say anything stupid. during the previous days she had been researching things about golf, so she looked through that information to answer the question.

"isn't it easier to play golf when you are a member of a club? you have somewhere to train, an easy way to participate in tournaments, direct access to teachers and coaches." she repeated everything she remembered from that specific google search she had done, 'why is it good to join a golf club?'

"yes, you're right."

"i don't get out of my house much." the girl confessed. "i wanted to do a sport and have a more active life." vile lie. "and everyone at ncu does golf, so it caught my attention." more lies.

"it's a great sport, you won't regret it." assured the one who had been at it for years. "is that why you followed me?"

"what?"

"on instagram."

jimin opened her mouth and expanded her eyes in surprise at the question. she had forgotten she did that, maybe she had voluntarily wiped it from her brain. her cheeks turned red right away.

"of course..." she spoke nervously. "i mean, you're the best at golf, right?" she reached out her arm and gently tapped her closed fist on the girl's arm.

and again, haru began to look around avoiding eye contact, while her cheeks also took on a reddish color.

"okay, now," the trainer stood up and extended her hand to the other girl to help her up. "let's see how bad your swing is."

they approached the tee that the athlete had set up earlier and now she put a ball on top. she looked through her student's unused clubs, picked one up and then passed it to her. she took it with one hand, to which haru moved close enough to her to position it correctly between her hands.

"you're going to put your dominant hand where the grip and the shaft connect." she pointed to the area she was referring to. "you're way up." warned laughing at the inexperienced girl's cluelessness.

haru took karina's hand, gently moving it to the correct position. the apprentice looked up from the object to the face of her teacher, who, at the proximity, this time could not avoid the connection of glances. the blackhaired drew a warm smile on her lips and moved her pupils from the girl's eyes to her lips.

she still hadn't forgotten about the plan.

at this interaction, haru took a breath and turned around on her feet abruptly as she rambled anxiously about the proper way to hold a golf club. when she turned back to face jimin, who was quite stunned at the suddenness with which that moment was cut off, her gaze drifted back and she frowned.

"don't turn around." she warned seriously.

the girl quickly grimaced cheerfully and began waving towards whatever was behind her.

"it's kazuha." she explained through her teeth while she followed her partner with her gaze, who was traveling in a golf cart through the club. "if you turn around we're both going to die." she dramatized without stopping waving.

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[sataara]

Sibling Energy

"Ingo and Emmet talk after he explains where he was for the last few years"

Hello again! This is a small one shot that I wrote a long time ago and only now edited and cleaned it up so I could post it 😅

The bootleg merch mention comes from a convo that happened at @evtraininguniversity 's tumblr, here's a part of it but there was a lot more talked about at the time!!! Also go read Ev's stuff if you haven't already, she's great!!!

Either way, enjoy!!!

“Ok. Let me see if I got it. You still don’t know exactly how, but you were thrown in the past.”

“Correct.”

“Of another region entirely.”

“Right again.”

“Somehow you lost your memories in the way there.”

“Hm hm.”

“So you lived there, until a random kid brought Arceus to you and he gave you your memory back.”

“Yup.”

“And then, with your memory back, you asked to be sent back here after saying your goodbyes.”

“You are a very good listener, Emmet.”

“Shut the fuck up, this is the most bizarre thing you’ve ever told me and yet I have no better explanation. I could say that the old timey clothes you got in a museum or from reenactors, the destruction to your uniform from living in the wild for years, but how the fuck else would you get those extinct pokémon?”

“Guess you’ll have to believe me, then, asshole.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to, but you are talking about fucking Arceus, over here.”

“I guess that is fair, I had the same reaction before seeing the supposed creator with my own eyes.”

“Calling him “supposed” wouldn’t be heresy, then?”

“I fought him and won, I don’t care.”

“You fought him without me?!”

“I knew you would say that, so technically they owe me for the mess they put me through, I didn’t want to go to Hisui but apparently I had to, because technically that had already happened? Something about time paradoxes. Regardless, their influence made sure that no one connected my image in the history books with Subway Boss Ingo, so no one would alert you or try to get me back before I was supposed to return. I didn’t choose any of that, though, so after winning I got them to agree to fight you too, next time we played the Azure Flute in Spear Pillar.”

Emmet punched the air in excitement. He had the look he always did when going through strategies on his head, until a thought made him get back on track.

“Right, so, assuming you really did spend these last three years in ancient Sinnoh,” Ingo huffs in amusement at his brother persistent disbelief, “does that mean you know why they don’t have a rail system?”

That grabs his attention and suddenly he is furious.

“Professor Laventon kept making incredible remarks about trains and how helpful they are, I added my own agreement and yet! The construction corps were so prideful! They didn’t want to look into the system to see if they could adopt it as well! They kept saying that those “metal beasts” could not be safe!” His hands in constant movement, following his rage. “And now, the kid that helped me, told me that they have been starting construction in Jubilife City and that Sinnoh now regrets how long it took to adopt the rail system!”

“Oh, I did hear news of that a few years ago, I had bigger worries then.”

That gave Ingo’s rage pause.

“I’m sorry, Emmet, I wish-“

“Nope! Can’t change the past, it is what it is, do not go down those tracks.”

“Did your therapist tell you that?”

“More like he drilled it into my head.”

“I’m happy to hear it.”

“We can talk about me later. Don’t give me that look, I know I can’t avoid your older brother tendencies forever. But, that is why you want to go back there, then? You want to supervise the construction?”

“I don’t want to go back exactly, I want to give them our expertise on the subject, we might not have started the subway and train systems in Unova but we did expand on it. I also can not say I told you so to Kamado, so I want to do that to the closest descendent of his that I can find.”

“You are such a petty bitch sometimes.”

“Go fuck yourself, Emmet.”

Despite the jabs, that were all friendly at the end of the day, Ingo loved listening to his brother snickering laugh. Oh, how he missed his favorite problem while walking through the vast expanse of Hisui.

"Oh, and before I forget, I did get something in Hisui that reminded me of you." He leaned over the arm of the couch to reach the basket he had brought with him. "Emmet, I want you to meet Impostermet. I hope you two will play nicely."

Emmet left a bark of a laugh, he couldn't believe that, depite being stuck in the past, his brother was still able to find their bootleg merch.

"Impostergo is a part of a set now! I can not believe you, Ingo!"

"Since we're already on the subject, you didn't burn The Blanket, did you?"

"I think Crustle found it in a day he was very mad and it became rags, sadly, you can find my teeth around the house, I use it to clean."

"That's a terrifying sentence Emmet."

"You have no one to blame but yourself. I never told you to buy that fucking monstrosity in the first place."

"Oh, how terrible my brother is, I buy a gift of his likeness to bestow upon him and that's how he thanks me."

"If I wasn't so happy to have you back I would fucking kill you right now."

"As if you ever could, I'm the bigger twin after all."

"We're identical, you fuck!"

And that's how they ended up wrestling on the floor of their living room, Ingo having his brother in a headlock while Emmet kicked and refused to surrender. Eelektross glared at his trainer and his brother's antics, before giving a slight shock to the pile of squirming limbs, making them release each other with pained yelps.

"Eelektross is right, we have far more important things to do."

"Eelektross is always right! He is the best boy! We need to go to a police station and then do a looooot of paperwork to prove you're alive and to get you your job back."

"Maybe I should have stayed in Hisui."

"Oh no, you're not running away from the paperwork!"

"I think I can hear Sneasler calling me, Emmet, I have to go."

"Come back here, Ingo!"

"Well, who arrives first at the station is free from paperwork!"

"You're already at the door, that's not fair! Ingo! Ingo, stop!"

The twins should be thankful that their pokemon were as intelligent as they were, Chandelure stopped the siblings using psychic, while bringing them back to get their pokeballs and properly lock the door, before they actually teared down the streets, throwing quips at each other and laughing until they were red in the face. They tied at the end, as Emmet saw Ingo was about to win, and decided to tackle his brother inside the station, making them end up crossing the threshold at the same time. Ingo could only wheeze as his brother fell on top of him and crushed all of his precious organs, only moving when the depot agents came over, helping them stand up and properly welcoming back the siblings to their home, finally together once more.

#submas #my writing #pokemon #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #i wrote this just for the hell of it #it was a lot of fun 💕 #small edit bc I found a typo #can't ever run away from them dksvsksbsm