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loveharlow · 1 year

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Omg I almost died reading She Can't Know! It was so good and I'm so excited to see more from you! Speaking of that I have a request. Ik it might take a bit but if you could can you make a smut or fluff alphabet with Ajax? If not I totally understand but if you do tag me!

ty, -Help

SMUT ALPHABET

PAIRING ‧₊˚ Ajax Petropolus x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS ‧₊˚ [1.7k] Basically headcanons on what it would be like to get down with Ajax.

WARNING(S) ‧₊˚ characters are of consenting/legal age! swearing, depictions of smut/sexual acts

A/N ‧₊˚ Just a small thanks to everyone showing love to the Ajax content, I've been busy and it helps to remind me and keep me motivated. I'm working on all of the requests so hold tight.

˗ˏˋ ajax masterlist ˎˊ˗

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ajax is caring but in a casual way if y’know what I mean? Like he’ll clean you up and toss you a shirt of his and kiss your forehead, toss you a bottle of water too, maybe. He’d probably ask to smoke a joint with you if you hadn’t already before having sex.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own favorite body part would have to be his arms. He wears hoodies and jackets a lot of the time so no one really knows that he has a lot of muscle under there and it took you by surprise the first time you saw him in a regular t-shirt, you literally turned around were like ‘damn.’ and he just looked confused.

His favorite part of yours in general is your legs. He loves your thighs and loves to have his hands on them and loves it when you sit on his lap. He says it brings him comfort. But…he also may have admitted, under the influence and in front of like all your friends, that he loves your boobs.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

So, he likes to cum inside you. But he loves to cum on your thighs, you don’t know why because he himself can’t explain it. He just says that they look pretty covered in it. It’s hell for you to clean up but it leaves your thighs oddly soft after.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He gets himself off when he’s on the phone with you. At first, you didn’t know, or didn’t care enough to notice. But at some point during your relationship, you heard him moan, so clearly, and just asked and he tried to cover it up but eventually gave up and admitted it. You’re under the impression he still does it but he’ll never fess up again.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He isn’t too experienced. Truthfully, Ajax is a bit aloof, so relationships and sex weren’t really on his mind until you two got together. He’s gotten to know you, personally, and what you like. So, when it comes to you? He’s decently experienced.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Cowgirl. That boy is pure filth when he wants to be. He likes to see you above him, he thinks you look like a goddess. And when you come down from your high and smile down at him, all out of breath, he just adores it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I feel like there’s an in between but definitely leaning more towards the humorous side. Like he has a dopey smile on his face, I don’t think it’s humorous or serious, he just wants to have fun in the moment. Experiment, make you laugh a few times, but still manage to make you feel good.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I don’t think he cares too much. He’ll probably trim it up because he has an irrational fear that if he lets it grow too long, it’ll grow snakes (which cannot happen, he's just ridiculously paranoid). But he doesn’t like to be bald down there because he says it feels weird and doesn’t look right.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Again, he wants to have fun but also feel good. He’s loving and gentle but still dominating in some aspects. He’ll let you have control if you really want it but he’s not overly rough. Demanding, less with words more through actions, but still gentle and caring.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates often. It’s typically when you’re not around and during the semester because you don’t see each other as often as you’d like. And it’s easy to get caught at Nevermore, so you can't be risky.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I feel like he most definitely has a marking kink. Like seeing bite marks and hickeys (and bruises if you’re into that) after a wild night makes him proud in a way. He just loves everything about you and the marks are a way to show everyone that you're his without being overly confrontational or affectionate because Ajax has a very laid-back personality.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His dorm. He doesn’t like to do it in your dorm because the girls somehow always find out and tease the both of you non-stop. With the boys, they do the same to him but he’s used to their banter so he shrugs it off because he has no shame and you never have to endure their teasing because the majority of them are respectful towards you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He loves to see you in a skirt. It will get him riled up real quick. Seeing it sway as you walk, your legs out on display and glowing, it’s heaven for him. He also loves when you sit on his lap of your own accord. He knows PDA isn’t something that comes too naturally to you so the fact that you have no problem just placing yourself in his lap, no matter who's around, just gives him an overwhelming sense of pride and reassurance. Plus, you’re warm all the time so you're like his personal heater.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would hurt you past the point of being pleasurable. Even if you tell him that it’s okay he won't do it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves giving, don’t get me wrong. Like the act itself, being in between your thighs that he loves oh-so much and hearing the noises you make, seeing your hands grip the sheets to keep from grabbing his beanie, it’s all great and he could do it for hours. Seriously. But it's something about receiving that has his soul leaving his body. Like when you brush your thumb over his tip, the thing you do with your tongue and when you look up at him through teary eyes. It’s like an overload of emotions and feelings that he can’t get enough of.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I feel like he’s slow in the beginning, gradually speeding up the closer you get to your climaxes until he’s basically chanting your name under his breath and gripping the headboard as his eyes close shut. His thrusts are long and drawn out but when he’s going back in, it’s a hard solid thrust that has your mouth opening in a silent scream.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

They aren’t his favorite because he can’t chill with you after like he normally would like but if it’s his only option then he’s kind of like ‘fuck it’, y’know? You both get satisfaction and that’s all that matters, but he prefers proper sex. It makes him feel closer to you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Depends on how far you plan on experimenting. He doesn’t do pure pain, like I said. But he’s up for trying new stuff. Putting his hand on your throat, spanking, hair pulling, anything you want as long as it’s pleasurable in some way.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I’d say 2-3 rounds on a good day. If he doesn’t have too much energy, max 2.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Nah, he doesn’t. Getting some kinky shit into Nevermore is near impossible. The most y’all have got is a vibrator you managed to get in, by some force of nature, that he has used on you a handful of times. But if you want him to use it, he will.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he’s a big tease. He loves to see you get all needy and beg, one time he did it until tears started to form from how bad you were aching. He’ll always cave in and give you what you want, what he wants too.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not loud but trust me, he is not quiet either. He’ll bury his head into your neck and groan and moan and it’s not loud but it's so close to your ear that you can hear it clearly and feel the sound vibrating down your neck and trail down your spine and it just makes you 10x hornier.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

You’re the first person he had sex with face-to-face. He said he felt like it was too intimate, to see people’s faces and be that close, so anyone he slept with before it was always a position where they weren’t facing each other. Then you guys started talking and going out and he realized he was breaking his own rule when it was too late.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Thick. Hella thick, for sure. A little over average in length, though. I’d give him 6.5 hard, 4 soft. It’s real veiny, too. He’s got hair down there, no question. He’s cut, too.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s a little more than average. He’s still pretty young in general so he got some stamina and pent up frustration from everyday life.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Soon, but not immediately. He doesn’t mind falling asleep before you but he has to make sure you’re good before dozing off. He usually uses your boobs as pillows and wakes up on your stomach because if he slept on your chest all night, they’d hurt like a bitch in the morning.

feedback is appreciated! thanks for reading.

©loveharlow

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miguelswifey04 · 10 months

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Miguel with a f!reader who one day wears a suit and Miguel loves it😶😶and also loves helping her tie her tie, while she teases him about using this possibility to pull her into a kiss

women who wear suits >>>

miguel o’hara x fem! reader

(fluffy)

as you dress in a sleek, elegant suit, the fabric clinging to your curves in all the right places, you catch miguel’s gaze lingering on you with admiration. the sight of you in the suit captivates him, intensifying the desire and attraction between you.

feeling playful, you turn to miguel and flash him a mischievous smile. "you know, miguel," you tease, innocently twirling a strand of your hair, "since you love helping me tie my tie so much, i might just have to use this opportunity to pull you into a passionate kiss."

his eyes widen in surprise, a mixture of excitement and anticipation dancing within them. the corners of his lips curl into a playful smirk as he approaches you, his movements confident yet careful. you stand before him, reaching up to adjust your collar, he steps closer, his hands naturally gravitating towards the silk tie draped loosely around your neck. his fingers deftly work their way along the fabric, pulling it into a neat knot, all the while his eyes remain locked with yours.

with a final tug, he secures the tie, a proud smile spreading across his face. but before he can step away, you reach out, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. with a surge of boldness, your other hand cups his cheek, drawing his gaze to meet yours. the air crackles with electricity as you lean in, your lips hovering temptingly close to his.

“you know," you whisper, your voice tauntingly soft, "i think it's only fair that you get a reward for your excellent tie-tying skills."

without further hesitation, you close the remaining distance between you, capturing his lips in a passionate and hungry kiss. the world around you fades away as the heat and desire ignite, creating a moment of pure intensity and connection. your lips dance together, the taste and sensation of each other fueling the fire that blazes between you. it’s a moment of sheer intimacy, a collision of desire and affection that leaves you both breathless and craving more.

finally, as the kiss breaks, you pull back slightly, your eyes searching miguel’s face for any signs of surprise or hesitation. but instead, you find a mixture of adoration and longing in his gaze. a playful grin graces his lips as he gently brushes his thumb along your cheek. "teasing me like that," he murmurs, his voice husky, "you may as well wear a suit every day."

you laugh softly, feeling a surge of warmth and contentment. "maybe i will, just to see that look on your face again," you reply, your voice laced with affection. with a twinkle in his eyes, miguel leans in for another lingering kiss, sealing your words with an unspoken promise of more passionate moments to come.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii @sabcandoit @meeom

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #lin’s asks #miguel o’hara x fem!reader

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blog-name-idk · 1 year

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Mold a Pretty Lie | 08

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.

Word Count: 6746

Rating: 18+

AN: TY to my beloved @matchy6812 and @madbutgloriouspond (whom this fic is FOR 💜💜💜) for beta-ing and general awesomeness and support. Also I T ' S H A P P E N I N G ! ! !

~~~~~

"This is highly inappropriate," you heard Dr. Kim arguing as you tried to wrap your head around what the concierge had just said. "What about the rooms for my colleague and their student?"

"Unfortunately the university already canceled their reservation," the receptionist replied apologetically after clicking through the computer. "It looks like when their rooms were canceled, they accidentally included a third. We can have a cot put into your room, but otherwise we are completely booked for the conference, along with most of the hotels in the area."

Sharing a room? With your beautiful professor? Who you had kissed and still couldn't stop thinking about despite all common sense telling you to stop? What even was your life right now?

Your chest twisted guiltily as you caught the frown on Dr. Kim's face, killing any of your budding excitement. How could you feel that way when you had already put him in an uncomfortable position? And it would probably look strange or suspect for him if word got out that he shared a room with a female student, no matter how necessary the circumstances.

"Professor," you began, feeling your face warm when he turned to look at you. "I'm fine with whatever you decide. If this is the only option then I promise I'll do my best not to bother you."

Dr. Kim stared at you with an indecipherable expression on his face, his normally friendly gaze so intense you began to twist at your shirt. Did he really despise the idea that much?

"Let me make a few calls first," he finally replied, pulling his phone out and walking a short way away, leaving you standing awkwardly with your carry-on. God, you had really fucked up when you had kissed him. Why did you have to be such an idiot? He obviously didn't believe you wouldn't do something, he was just too kind to tell you to your face.

Feeling morose, you moved out of the way so others could check in, and settled yourself on a couch in view of your professor.

"Can I take your bag, miss?"

You started when a bellboy appeared by your side, a smile on his face as he held his hand out questioningly.

"Oh – thank you, but not quite yet," you answered apologetically, smiling back at him. "We're trying to figure out a mix-up with reservations, we were supposed to have separate rooms."

You meant it as an explanation because you didn't want your professor to look like some opportunistic predator, but for some reason the bellboy's smile brightened.

"It happens sometimes," he agreed, giving you a commiserating look that made you feel a little better about the awkward situation. "Is this your first time in the area?"

"Yeah, me and my professor are here for the conference," you replied, relieved he didn't seem to think anything odd about the situation. He didn't look that much older than you, and you wished the other student was here so you would have had someone else your age to talk to. It really sucked that she had won and couldn't even make it. "There were supposed to be a couple others, but they got sick."

"Well, if you get tired of hanging out with a bunch of old brainiacs I wouldn't mind showing you around."

The offer took you by surprise, and you felt a moment of panic. Was he being friendly or was he hitting on you? Why were you even full of yourself enough to believe he was hitting on you?

"Um, that might be nice," you began cautiously, at a complete loss for what to say. He was kind of cute, and maybe it would be better to spend time away to lower the probability of making an idiot out of yourself again. But he was a total stranger whose name you didn't even know. And what would Dr. Kim think if you left the hotel just to hang out with some random guy after the whole Taehyung thing?

"I believe that couple needs help with their luggage."

You looked up to see that your professor had joined you, and was looking at the bellboy with narrowed eyes and something very near a glare.

"Of course, sir," the bellboy nodded politely before turning back to you. "I'll be working here til four if you end up having time."

With a grin that was now definitely flirtatious, he turned to go back to work, leaving you with your frowning professor. You felt yourself wilting at the disapproval emanating from his form, until he turned to you and his face softened.

"Is everything alright?"

What did that mean? The bellboy hadn't really been bothering you, necessarily. Or was he talking about the rooming situation? Was he concerned that you would neglect the conference to go gallivanting with some stranger? Perhaps he really did just think you were a flighty party girl.

No, he knew you took your work and responsibilities seriously. Hadn't he praised you enough, even offered for you to continue working with him despite all of your embarrassing missteps?

"Um, yes, why wouldn't it be?" you asked tentatively, peeking up to see that Dr. Kim's smile had tightened at your words. Was he annoyed that you might spend time with the nameless bellboy? Or were you just projecting something you wished was the case?

"The keynote speech starts early tomorrow, and the student talks are right after," he finally replied. "I wouldn't suggest staying up too late tonight."

So he did think you might go off with the bellboy. And he wasn't bothered by that, but because he thought it might affect your presentation. Great. Just great.

"Thanks, professor," you said with a sigh, hoping you could somehow change however he saw you to a responsible adult. "I didn't particularly want to spend time with a stranger but I didn't want to be rude."

"Always so considerate," he teased, his face relaxing. To your relief, he smiled at you and held out a hand to help you up. "You're allowed to be selfish too, you know."

You took it, despite not needing the aid. His skin was warm against yours, and he tugged a little harder than you expected, bringing you close. His dark eyes gazed down at you and you stared back, completely bewitched.

"Am I?" you asked a little breathlessly before you could stop yourself, drawn to him as if invisible tendrils were binding your heart onwards. His eyes widened in surprise, and you suddenly came to your senses, letting go and turning to adjust the zipper on your carry-on. "Er, so were you able to figure something out?"

You internally cringed at your obvious behavior and terrible subject change, too embarrassed to look back at Dr. Kim. Why did you keep doing this?

"Unfortunately there aren't any other options," was the unexpected reply. "I hate to ask this of you, but…"

He trailed off and you turned back to look at him in surprise. Dr. Kim was still open to the idea? Even after you had just – whatever you had just done? And he was acting as if it was an imposition on you, letting the two of you pretend you weren't constantly embarrassing yourself. He really was too good to you.

~~~~~

The hotel room was at least decently sized and would fit the promised cot easily, though Seokjin wasn't sure how he would be able to sleep knowing you were right there, so near and yet out of his reach. But the sight of the obnoxious bellboy making eyes at you had him hanging up the phone and striding towards you before anyone even picked up.

And despite your assurances to the contrary, over your shoulder he had seen the bellboy glance your way. He didn't trust the boy not to show up to your room unannounced if he managed to find some alternate accommodation, and well – if sharing meant he'd be able to keep a better eye on you then perhaps that was the best option anyway. Besides, it was already late enough that finding a new place would have taken too long for a decent night's rest.

It would be fine. He was an adult, not some hormonal college kid who couldn't keep it in his pants. He had enough self-control not to take advantage of a student. No matter how captivating you happened to be, or how much you consumed his thoughts.

"Professor, I'm done in the bathroom."

Your quiet voice broke through his inner musings and he looked up, only to wish he hadn't. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt that almost hung off your shoulder, revealing a tempting amount of collarbone. Your bare legs taunted him, and Seokjin wondered whether you were wearing shorts under your shirt.

You had also washed your face, looking so soft and sweet he felt his own ears heating up as he drank you in.

"Thanks, [y/n]. I might shower, so feel free to turn off the lights as long as you keep one of them on so I don't embarrass myself by running into anything."

Seokjin swallowed hard, unable to miss the way your eyes had widened when he said the word shower. Your gaze darted to the bathroom, then back to him with an expression that was slightly hazier than before.

He knew you were still attracted to him. It was obvious in the way your breath quickened when he gave into temptation and let himself touch you with seemingly innocuous gestures, in the way your eyes always sought him out first in a room.

He knew he was to blame. Jin was supposed to know better, to be better, but every time you smiled he found it difficult to care.

Now here the two of you were, alone in a hotel room, protected only by the fraying strands of his self control. He couldn't stop himself from wondering what thoughts were swirling behind those pretty eyes of yours. Were you picturing what it might be like for you to join him?

His pants tightened at the thought of you bare and wet with water rolling down your soft skin, and he suppressed a groan as he tore his eyes away from you and gathered his things. Well fuck, now he really needed a long shower.

Seokjin let himself stand under a blast of cool water, willing himself to calm down and stop thinking of you. Unfortunately his traitorous brain had other plans, tormenting him with the hint of collarbone you had shown, your pretty lips, and the way your eyes had darkened at the thought of him in the shower.

"Fuck," he groaned quietly, wrapping his hand around his hard length as he gave in. Had he locked the door? Did it even matter? What if you came in, clothes already off to slip into the shower with him?

You would probably look uncertain, embarrassed by your boldness, and he would kiss the hesitation off your face until you were soft and yielding in his embrace. You would let out that little sigh he couldn't erase from his mind and wrap your arms around his shoulders while the water ran over the two of you, washing away any evidence of his sins.

What other sounds could he coax out of you? Jin let out a little groan as he pumped harder, haunted by the enticing whimpers and moans he pictured leaving your lips while he explored everything your body had to offer.

And you were such a good girl. You might sink to your knees before him, looking up at him with wide eyes for permission before wrapping your pretty, perfect lips around his cock.

You would struggle with his size, eyes watering as you tried to take him deeper despite gagging on his length. But you would persevere, staring up with him with glassy, determined eyes as you swallowed around him.

"Fuck, fuck," he cursed softly through gritted teeth, feeling his balls begin to tighten. He sped up his pace, hips thrusting into his grip as images of you, perfect and pliant, flooded his mind. "Shit, [y/n]."

As soon as your name left his lips and he came hard, groaning as ropes of thick, white cum swirled down the drain. Along with his pride and dignity. He shuddered in pleasure, panting as he let go of his softening member, and closed his eyes as guilt began to set in.

In the clarity of his release, he let the cool water wash over his burning skin as he stood, dumbfounded and unsure of what to do next. How could he go out there and face you after this? Could he even look you in the eye, knowing that this had really been only the tip of the iceberg of the depraved things he wanted to do to you?

There was a knock on the door and he jumped, heart pounding. You wouldn't… would you? His cock gave a traitorous twitch.

"Professor," you called through the closed door. "I'm going to bed. I'll leave the reading light on for you."

"Okay, good night, [y/n]," he called back, surprised by the steadiness of his voice. At least he wouldn't have to face you until tomorrow morning.

When he finally left the bathroom, already wearing his pajamas, you were nestled under the covers of the cot and fast asleep. He gave a fond, exasperated sigh - the two of you had argued long and hard over who would get the bed, and he assumed he had won. He smiled at your sleeping face, your mouth a little open, almost forgetting his earlier shame in the surge of fondness that filled his chest.

"Sneaky," he murmured appreciatively before moving to the large queen-sized bed and pulling back the covers. He paused, then padded quietly back to your sleeping figure and pulled off your covers gently before his breath hitched. Your shirt had ridden up past your hips, exposing your bellybutton and a mouth-watering expanse of bare skin. You were in fact wearing shorts, not that it made much of a difference considering how tiny they were, and Jin swallowed hard as his eyes roved over your defenseless form. You were so beautiful it hurt, and before he could stop himself he was brushing a stray lock of hair out of your face.

A sleepy little grumble made him freeze, but when you made no other motion or noise he relaxed. As gently as he could, he slid his arms beneath you to pick you up, and you instinctively snuggled into his chest, making his heart jolt.

Your body nestled perfectly against his, and he couldn't resist brushing his nose against your hair to take in the scent of your shampoo. Then he forced himself to deposit you onto the queen bed, resisting the urge to crawl in next to you, and tucked the covers firmly around your sleeping figure.

When he finally burrowed into the sheets of the cramped cot, he stared up at the ceiling, mind racing. The pillow smelled like you, and he breathed in, feeling your scent wrap its sweet tendrils around his heart.

He was so fucked.

~~~~~

You awoke to the sound of two alarms ringing, feeling comfortable. Too comfortable.

Your suspicions were confirmed when you sat up and realized you were in the queen bed. Chagrin warred with embarrassment when you realized he must have carried you into bed, and you felt warmth flood your body at the thought of your professor's arms around you.

Part of you wailed that you had slept through it. Another part of you was relieved, because you weren't sure if your heart could have taken it if you were awake.

You looked over to the cot to see Dr. Kim sprawled out on it, mouth hanging open as his feet almost dangled off the edge, and had to suppress a giggle. He looked almost comical in the cramped space, and he seemed to be wearing a matching pajama set with cute llamas dotting the fabric.

It was disarming to see him looking so silly and casual, a far cry from the polished professor you were used to. You had always seen him as perfect and put together, far out of your league and impossible to reach. But like this he looked so young, and for a moment you let yourself dream.

Still, you weren't going to let him get away with it no matter how cute he looked.

Nodding to yourself, you pushed out of bed and marched over to your professor, reaching forward to gently shake his broad shoulder. He grumbled cutely, a furrow appearing in his brow as he tried to turn away from you.

"Professor," you whisper-shouted, shaking him more insistently as you tried not to laugh. To your surprise, his hand snaked to grab your wrist; he pulled, and you toppled on top of him with a surprised squeak. Strong arms wrapped around you and you instinctively melted into his chest, letting his warmth fill your senses.

Then you realized what you were doing, taking advantage of your professor's sleepy state to get what you wanted, and shame flooded you. You pushed against his chest to get up, but his hold only tightened.

"Professor!" you said more loudly, wondering how the hell you were going to explain this. His eyes began to drift open, and when they met yours his lips curved into a drowsy smile. Your heart hammered in your chest at the thought that he was happy to wake up to you.

But then lucidity crept into his gaze, his eyes widened and his arms loosened. Feeling your stomach sink, you scrambled off of him and took several steps backwards, as if that could somehow erase his memory.

"[Y/n]?" he asked, looking confused and still a little sleepy. Your heart plummeted as you wondered if Dr. Kim had thought you were someone else – someone he wanted to wake up to. Of course he probably had someone.

"I'm so sorry!" you stammered, looking at your feet as shame warred with disappointment. "I was trying to wake you up, and you pulled me in your sleep, and I lost my balance, and…"

You realized you were babbling, and shut up as Dr. Kim stared at you with an unreadable expression. Did he believe you? God, he probably thought you were a perv who couldn't keep from throwing herself at him. And after you had promised him not to do anything, too.

"I've been told I get clingy when I sleep," he finally responded with a chuckle, relaxing. Your relief was marred by the bitter taste of jealousy. You envied the lucky person who had that firsthand experience. Then you forced the thought out of your head, knowing it was none of your business, and remembered what you had meant to do in the first place.

"I can't believe you switched us," you complained, crossing your arms and glaring at him as menacingly as you could. His full lips began to twitch into a smirk that made you forget your annoyance, and possibly your name.

"And I can't believe you disobeyed your professor like that," he teased, eyes twinkling as he pushed back his covers and got up. It was a matching set, and it was unbearably cute that your older, beautiful professor was wearing it. The top couple buttons were undone, and you cast about in your head for any reply while you tried not to ogle the toned chest peeking out at you.

"Well at your age you should think more about your back," you shot back before you could stop yourself. His eyebrows shot up at your snark, and he stepped a little closer to you.

"Calling me an old man?" he asked, tone still amused, though something else you couldn't identify gleamed in his eyes. You wanted to step backwards, but something kept you rooted to the spot, as if vines had sprouted up from the ground and locked you into place.

"U-um, I just meant older," you stuttered meekly, your brief flare of defiance fading with each step he took towards you. You stared at your feet as he came closer, until fingers dipped below your chin to tilt your face up to meet his.

"Hmm, so that should mean I know better, shouldn't it?"

Dr. Kim's voice was still husky from sleep, and something in his eyes sent heat rushing through you as you stared at him like a deer in the headlights. The way he said it made you wonder if he was talking about something else, and you gave an involuntary shiver you hoped he didn't notice.

You licked suddenly dry lips as your pulse quickened, but before your mind could get too carried away, he stepped backwards and walked past you to the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," he called over his shoulder. "But I shouldn't be long."

You blinked as the door closed behind him, taking the time to let your racing heart settle to a pace akin to normal. Hadn't he just showered last night? He really liked to be clean, apparently.

You tried not to dwell on the fact that he was naked just a few feet away from you, divided by only a wall and a door. It had been hard enough last night, and now you had that dark glint in his eye filling your head, the underlying croon in his voice, and the memory of his arms wrapped around your body.

A part of you knew that he was perhaps a bit touchier than a professor should be. But the idea that your handsome, brilliant, and kind professor paid you special attention made your chest feel warm. Perhaps nothing could ever happen, but you wished you could somehow bottle up the way he made you feel in moments like these. Maybe then you wouldn't so pathetically hope for more.

With a sigh, you went to the closet to pull out the clothes you hung there the night before. You had already decided on what to wear for the three days of the conference. The pathetic, hopeful part of your brain hoped the professional clothing would make you seem more like a woman to Dr. Kim, someone worthy of his attention. You had agonized over what to bring for an embarrassingly long period of time. It was foolish – selfish – of you to want more when that would be nothing but catastrophic for him, when he had already told you it was impossible, but your heart refused to heed your advice.

You doffed your pajamas and pulled on your well-fitting pants, admiring how perky it made your butt look in the mirror. Remembering your underthings were in your suitcase, you hurried over to grab a bra, sliding your arms through the straps and fiddling it as you walked back to the closet. Your fingers fumbled over the hooks as you struggled to clasp them, and then the bathroom door opened and you froze, staring at a wide eyed, shirtless Dr. Kim.

"I-I forgot to bring in my clothes," he stuttered, sounding like something was strangling him. You couldn't stop yourself from ogling at his gloriously toned chest and abs, or the way his towel was slung low around his hips, revealing hip bones that made your mouth water. Was it normal for academics to be so – so fit?

You were so distracted by his naked chest that you didn't notice the way he was similarly captivated. His own eyes roamed the bare skin of your shoulders, your stomach, and the way your bra was hanging teasingly off of your breasts.

Suddenly you came to your senses and whirled around at the same exact time he did.

"Tell me when I can turn around," you heard him say in that same choked tone, and you wondered if he could hear the way your heart was pounding from across the room. Your fingers didn't want to cooperate, but you were finally able to hook your bra and you almost flew into the blouse you had chosen to wear. Despite your clumsiness you were able to button it up relatively quickly, and finally you turned back around, pulse picking back up as you took a moment to appreciate the way Dr. Kim's broad shoulders tapered into a slim waist. Of course his back was also perfect.

"You're good," you said softly, tearing your gaze away to fiddle with the bottom button of your shirt, too embarrassed to look your professor in the eye. You heard him take quick steps toward the closet where his own clothes were hung up and flushed, belatedly wondering if you should have moved out of the way. You shuffled to the side as you felt warmth and the smell of soap wash over you, and his arm brushed your shoulder as he reached to pluck his own clothes off the hanger.

"Sorry about that," he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You let out a squeaky noise of response, eyes fixed on your feet as you tried to ignore how close he was standing. Then his body heat vanished and he retreated to the bathroom, door clicking firmly shut behind him.

Feeling lightheaded, you moved to fall face-first onto the bed with a muffled thump. You were not going to survive this conference.

~~~~~

Three days. Seokjin just needed to hold out for three days, and he could go back to sleeping alone without being blessed and cursed by your constant proximity. He took a deep breath before releasing it in a slow exhale as he did his tie in the bathroom mirror, wondering how exactly you would inadvertently tempt him next.

His morning jerk off session had been in vain, and all he could think of was your bare skin and the little noise you had made when he had leaned in close. You had no idea what you were doing to him, a pretty, innocent little lamb walking willingly into his clutches.

It made him want to protect you, cradle you in his arms against anything that might hurt you. It made him want to bend you over the bed and ruin you for anyone who wasn't him.

"I'm ready, Professor," you called as you stepped out of the bathroom, hair and make up done, blouse tucked into your slacks, wearing heels that drew his eyes to the curve of your backside. You still couldn't meet his eyes, which allowed him to drink you in without fear of being caught. Still, this wouldn't do. As endearing as it was, he didn't want you to be embarrassed forever, or for others at the conference to sense something might be amiss.

"[Y/n]."

At his tone, you forced yourself to look up, and he gave you a reassuring smile even as he admired the way your lipstick emphasized the pout of your lips. You looked so lovely, professional and subtly sexy with an outfit that emphasized your figure without announcing it. If it weren't for your doe-eyes and flushed cheeks, you could have passed as one of his colleagues, albeit with a younger face.

"Come here."

Jin sat on the queen sized bed and patted the spot beside him. You obeyed without hesitation despite your apprehension, and he smiled.

"I-I'm really sorry about earlier," you stammered, eyes fixed on your hands, which were in your lap. "I wasn't trying to - I thought you were going to take longer."

"I should have warned you, too," he replied, hesitating just slightly before he gave in and rested his hand on your shoulder. He knew he shouldn't keep doing this, keep entering your personal space or touching you, but he couldn't help himself. You were like a drug he couldn't get enough of. "Let's just pretend nothing happened, and be more careful in the future, okay?"

Your muscles relaxed at his words and you finally turned your head to peek up with him, a tentative smile touching your lips. "Okay," you agreed, looking so sweet he had to restrain himself from doing something that would make his earlier words useless.

"Good girl," he responded, and the way you shivered at his praise made him wonder just what else you liked to be called. He was playing a dangerous game, but you were impossible to resist. "Now let's get some breakfast. I'm starving."

~~~~~

"In short, phyto and zooplankton populations appear to be in a dangerously fast decline in the world's oceans," you explained, flicking your presentation to its final slide. You cast your gaze over the audience to lock eyes with Dr. Kim, who was grinning with undeniable pride on his face. Your chest fluttered, and you continued your presentation with renewed confidence.

"With their position as the basis of the food chain for marine life everywhere, it will likely lead to even more disastrous results than are already being witnessed. Fishing villages have been reporting worse catches year after year, and fishing trawlers are crossing over international lines to reach their quotas, which will have both economic and political ramifications."

Another handsome man was nodding along with your words, cheeks dimpling into an approving smile, and you felt another surge of delight that your work was being so well-received.

"Unless policies are put into place to protect these fragile ecosystems, these shortages will only grow worse. We need to urge stronger guidelines and restrictions on waste disposal and climate change, otherwise the damage we are causing to these ecosystems may be irrevocable."

You clicked your presentation shut, feeling your cheeks heat up at the applause as the lights in the room turned back on.

"Thank you for such an enlightening report," said the mediator, smiling at you and then looking out at the row of seats. "We will now commence the five-minute Q&A, does anyone have any questions?"

A few hands popped into the air, including that of the handsome, dimpled man. Your chest thumped as you nervously prayed that you would be able to answer everything adequately, and you met Dr. Kim's eyes again for reassurance. He made a goofy face as he gave you a thumbs up, and you felt your nerves settle. The mediator gestured towards Dr. Dimples, and he stood as someone passed him a microphone.

"That was a lovely presentation, Miss [L/n]," he began in a pleasant baritone, eyes crinkling into a warm smile. You felt your face flush despite yourself, and distractedly wondered if you had a thing for older men. "The ocean is vast, and often some findings can be exclusive to a specific area. How has this been accounted for in your research?"

"Great question," you began brightly, relaxing as you realized this was something you could answer quite easily. You smiled at the man as you continued. "You are correct, hard numbers did vary amongst different samples, but…"

You were able to answer every other inquiry just as easily, and you felt your confidence build with each response. What you didn't notice was the way Dr. Kim's smile had faded, and the way his jaw clenched every time you smiled at someone who wasn't him.

~~~~~

"Wonderful job, [y/n]," murmured Dr. Kim quietly when you took your seat next to him.

You felt your body heat up at his praise, and you couldn't help but beam at him. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but you couldn't help it, high off adrenaline and triumph and your professor's approval. He gave a quiet chuckle at the way you were practically vibrating next to him, setting a warm hand on your knee to settle you down before the next presentation.

You tried not to read too much into it, especially since his touch vanished as quickly as it arrived, but it was impossible. Instead of paying attention, you spent the entirety of the next talk hyper-aware of his presence beside you, daydreaming about what it might have felt like if he had kept his hand there.

Would it have stayed innocently in place for the entire presentation? Maybe his fingers would have drawn absent-minded patterns against your stockinged skin as he listened to the lecturer, clueless to the effect he was having on you. Or perhaps he would have dragged those digits teasingly up your thigh, to rest just shy of where you wanted him most.

With a start, you realized the lights had flicked back on and everyone around you was applauding. Holy shit, had you just spent an entire twenty minute presentation daydreaming about your professor's hand not even actually touching you? You shifted in your seat uncomfortably to ease the ache between your legs, realizing your underwear had grown uncomfortably damp.

"Are you alright?"

Hearing Dr. Kim's husky voice, breath hot against your ear, was certainly not helping the state of your body. You squirmed again, too embarrassed to meet his eyes, and thus unable to see the way they flashed darker when he saw your thighs clench.

"J-just a little tired," you mumbled, looking anywhere but at your beautiful, concerned professor. You had literally just promised him earlier that you wouldn't be weird, and here you were fantasizing right next to him. You were the worst.

"It does get a little tiring to sit through talk after talk," he whispered conspiratorially, voice laced with humor. "Did you know that once I fell asleep and woke myself up by snoring during a lecture?"

You giggled in spite of yourself, picturing a cute Dr. Kim with his mouth open, a hint of drool at the corner of those plump lips.

"Are you sure you should be telling me that?" you asked with a grin, finally able to look straight at him and immediately regretting it when his smile pierced your heart. "You're a bad influence, professor."

Something in his eyes shifted at your words, and though his smile didn't change you suddenly felt exposed under his gaze as he responded.

"You have no idea."

~~~~~

Objectively, the conference was going incredibly well. You had absolutely killed your presentation, and Seokjin was currently watching from afar with a glass of wine as you mingled with the other conference-goers. While he had been with you initially, introducing you to a few colleagues here and there, he had backed off to let you handle things on your own. It was important for you to network, and having him hovering over you as if you couldn't speak for yourself would do you no favors.

Even if he absolutely hated it.

He took a long sip of the burgundy liquid, letting it slide down his throat as he watched Namjoon fucking Kim, marine biologist and wunderkind, introduce himself. Seokjin tried not to read into the excited way you answered whatever question he had posed, or the way you flushed when the man aimed his deadly dimples in your direction. He had no right to feel this way, no claim to your smiles or laughter or – why the fuck was he touching you?

"Dr. Kim!"

The surprised cry brought him back to reality, and he realized that his hand was wet with a mixture of wine and blood. There was glass stabbing into his palm and yet he could barely feel it over the rage eating at his chest.

"Oops," he said with a forced chuckle as one of the caterers rushed towards him with a cloth napkin. "I guess I don't know my own strength."

His colleague relaxed slightly at his nonchalance, giving an awkward snort as he took a sip of his own glass.

"I swear, you take absent-minded academic to a whole new level," he teased. Anything further was interrupted when you arrived, somehow beating the caterer.

"Professor!" you exclaimed, looking worried and frantic as you grabbed his hand, uncaring of the glass around your feet. Seokjin glanced at where you had come from, and saw Namjoon Kim staring after you looking more than a little disappointed. Another surge of irritation ran through him. Didn't he know you were way too young for him?

"Do you have a first-aid kit?" you asked the employee who had finally arrived, grabbing the napkin from him without asking and holding it gently beneath Jin's bleeding hand. The roaring in his chest faded to a muted buzz at the tender way you were touching him, careful not to dislodge any of the glass piercing his skin.

"Not here," squeaked the employee, staring wide-eyed at the red dripping to the floor and looking a little green around the edges. "Each room has one though."

"Let's go," you ordered, looking Seokjin straight into the eyes with an adorably determined expression. He couldn't help but humor you, and gave a nod to his colleague before letting you tow him out of the conference hall and into an elevator.

"What happened?" you asked softly, still holding his hand face-up, staring wide-eyed at the lacerations on his skin. What had happened? He had just been watching you, when that man had fucking set his hand on your lower back, and –

"Professor!"

He realized that his hand had tried to clench into a fist and he forced himself to relax.

"I'm not sure," he replied, saved from further questioning when the elevator dinged and the doors swished open.

"You should be more careful," you scolded cutely, pulling him down the hall and fumbling with the keycard for your - our, hissed Jin's brain - hotel room. You dragged him into the bathroom, seating him on the covered toilet as you opened drawers until you found what you were looking for. He watched in amused interest as you pulled a first-aid kit from under the sink, utterly endeared by how you were acting like you were in charge.

You frowned when you opened it, ordered him to stay put as you left the bathroom, then returned with some dainty tweezers.

"Are those for your eyebrows?" he asked in amusement, making you scowl at the clearly lacking first-aid kit.

"Yes," you responded primly before kneeling next to him and taking his bleeding hand in a tender grip that made his heart stutter. "Now be quiet and let me concentrate."

Why did you have to be so fucking cute when you tried to be bossy? You began plucking glass from his palm, attention completely absorbed by your task, and he took the opportunity to drink you in without interruption.

You really were too beautiful for your own good, Jin mused with a mixture of admiration and despair. His eyes trailed over the scrunch of your brow, the slopes of your cheeks, and your pursed lips in a soft caress his hands itched to make a reality. He was only torn away from his silent worship when you clucked your teeth and tugged him to the sink to rinse his hand.

"I think I got everything," you said in a fretful voice that made him want to kiss the worry off your face. "How does it feel?"

"Fine," Jin assured you. He felt better than fine, honestly. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to the euphoria of your skin on his own, or the way your attention was on him and him alone.

"Okay, good," you murmured with a smile, smearing his hand with something that made him hiss. Your expression dropped in an instant, though you wasted no time grabbing a roll of bandages. You wrapped the white cloth around his palm in gentle, almost reverent hands, and peeked up at his face when you were done.

"All set," you said quietly, looking at him tentatively, your hands still holding his in a soft, warm grip. Jin swallowed as he gazed back, completely captivated. You were perfect, a lovely blossom just waiting to be plucked by some uncaring hand. But he couldn't.

Shouldn't.

Then you smiled, and he decided that hell was worth it if it meant that look was reserved for him and him alone, if he could keep you from those who wouldn't treasure you the way you deserved. Especially undeserving predators like Namjoon Kim.

"Not quite," he heard himself say, almost as if he were underwater. You cocked your head at him, confused, and he grinned as the dark vines inside of him cut through the final strands of his self-control. "I hear kisses help speed up the healing process."

~~~~~

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𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 | chap 18

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with.

PAIRING: enhypen members x fem oc

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college & racing, eventual adulthood, non-idol au. this fic is written in first pov.

WARNINGS: expletives, suggestive themes, stella has a panic attack.

WORD COUNT: 8k+

FEATURING: itzy yeji, stray kids hyunjin.

TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun @b3tt7boop @smg-valeria @lhspeachie @enhaverse713586 @strxwbloody

🍒 MASTERLIST 🍒

"So does this mean that you're officially taken by them, then?" Aera plops down on my mattress, her limbs sprawling across the bed, right after she has packed the necessities, including extra clothes and her dress for the wedding.

Just earlier, she came over to my place unannounced with her boyfriend, Jeongin, whom I got along well with even for a short while, helping her to carry some stuff as she wanted to pack her stuff together with me since we will also be leaving for the hotel.

Yeji and her fiancé have methodically planned everything, even accommodations for close friends and family members, for which they have made reservations at the same hotel where the wedding will take place. According to Yeji, they want to make things more convenient for us, considering the hotel's location is rather far away.

Truth be told, I simply can't wait for tomorrow. Excitement is brimming within me. Not only will I also be seeing my real family, but I will finally witness my older sister on the altar, officially tying the knot after being engaged for years. Tomorrow will indeed be a joyous day.

"Yes." My heart warms at my answer, and a soft smile touches my lips right after. I zip up my luggage before rising from the floor, turning to look at Aera. "Just for confirmation, are you absolutely fine with me dating them? Especially when that includes your best friend and brother." I ask, shuffling my feet awkwardly.

Aera scoffs out a chuckle as she raises her upper body. "Are you kidding me? I've been waiting for ages to witness the day where y'all get your happy ending together!" She exclaims, her eyes glimmering with such sincerity. "If there is anyone who is incredibly happy for you, it's me."

But then comes the uncertainty, as the small smile on my face falters. "But I don't know how to break the news to my family. It would definitely come as a great shock to them that I have seven boyfriends." I sigh, rubbing and burying my face in my palms while I feel disheartened. "I mean, is it even acceptable to anyone that someone has seven lovers?"

"Oh, no, we don't do that shit again." Aera surprises me when she stands in front of me, grabbing my hands away from covering my face. As I look at her, sheer resolution is written across her face. "Who cares what other people might think about your relationship with them? And as for your real family, they love you for who you are, and even I can see that their love for you is unconditional. If anything, they would be happy for you that you've finally found everlasting happiness."

Her words are starting to get to me, but the whispers of doubt continue to taunt me. My lips quiver. "But─"

"You deserve to be happy, Stella." Aera cuts me off firmly, yet there is a tinge of softness in her eyes. "I don't care what you have to say. I'm not about to let you succumb to those doubts you have right now and potentially ruin what you have with them."

Tears prick in my eyes as I'm starting to get emotional. "I really love them."

"I know you do." Aera says softly as she cradles my hands. "I've never doubted your love for them. Those nights you've spent crying in my arms, telling me that you've missed them and that it hurt you to leave─" Her eyes glisten with tears while her voice cracks. "Seeing you at your lowest broke my heart, Stel. There were some days where I was close to revealing to Heeseung that I've been with you since day one, but I knew that wasn't what you wanted."

The memories come flooding into my mind. All the nights I've spent crying and lamenting over the guys and how I hated myself for leaving without saying goodbye to them bring more tears to my eyes.

"You've been through so much. If anyone is deserving of happiness, it is you, Stel." Aera smiles through the tears that stream down her cheeks. "You're free now. You're free to love whoever you want. Don't let anyone ruin that."

Alas, my tears ricochet. Aera pulls me into her warm embrace, hugging me tight. Amidst the sadness of the recollection of my lowest points, happiness overweighs everything else.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

By the time Aera and I arrived at the hotel, which we took an Uber to get to, the time had struck six p.m. Yeji was the one who spotted us by the entrance while she was busy speaking to the receptionist staff. She greeted us with enthusiasm and welcomed us with a hug. Apparently, Aera and I were the last ones to arrive. The immediate family members and close friends of both the bride and the groom have long since settled in their respective assigned rooms.

"We're roomies again!" Aera squeals, holding the key card in her hand, as soon as we step out of the elevator. Without waiting for me, Aera eagerly makes her way to our assigned room while I shake my head at her with a chuckle before moving forward.

By the time I reach Aera, she has already unlocked the door. She enters first, before I do, but the second I take a step forward, my ears perk up at a familiar, distinctive voice four doors away from our assigned room, though it is faint.

"I call dibs on the bed by the window!" Aera's proclamation draws my attention, and with a playful eyeroll at her, I enter our room and close the door. Whatever or whoever's voice I heard a few minutes ago was probably just my imagination.

I scan the interior of the hotel room, admiring and appreciating the interior design of the room. My eyes shift over to the extensive yet massive windows that allow us to see the skylines of NYC. Not long later, Aera and I are busily unpacking our clothes, including ironing our dresses for the wedding.

"I didn't know that unpacking could be this exhausting." Aera complains, plopping down on the couch, which is situated in the centre of the room.

I snort a chuckle as I organise my neatly ironed clothes and dresses in the wardrobe. "Wait till you have to pack everything back into your luggage once we go home."

Aera blows raspberry in return, and at the same time, the doorbell to our room chimes. "Go get it, Stel."

"I'm busy, as you can obviously see."

Aera groans loudly, but nonetheless, she trudges to the door. "Sophia, darling!" Aera greets enthusiastically, prompting me to be sidetracked. Quickly wrapping everything up, I make my way towards the bunch of people whom I call my real family.

"Stella!" Minjun greets me with a warm, fatherly smile as he welcomes me into his embrace. I lean in and close my eyes, relishing the comfort of my real father.

"How are you, honey?" Kelly, Minjun's wife, gives me a gentle, motherly smile after hugging me.

I let out a breather, smiling. "Better than I ever was before."

"Stella Unnie!" Sophia crashes into me, causing me to stagger back, but Hyunjin supports me from behind. "We've missed you so much!"

A week and a half ago, Kelly and Minjun invited me for dinner with the whole family, including Yeji and Hyunjin. I decided to bring Aera and Jen to meet my family. A loving and warm family like them wholeheartedly welcomed my best friends. Even Aera got along great with Sophia within a day.

"Yeji booked reservations for us at the restaurant." Hyunjin tells me as we begin to make our way out of the room. "We'll be having dinner with the groom's family as well."

"Just nice! I've been feeling famished." Aera rubs her tummy, eliciting giggles from Sophia as they walk hand-in-hand. I roll my eyes in response, but nonetheless, a smile touches my lips, making me feel more than delighted that I'm surrounded by my real family.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Hey, honey." Kelly smiles warmly at Yeji as we arrive outside the fine-dining restaurant. She embraces Yeji in a hug before pulling away with an apologetic smile on her face. "Did we keep you waiting?"

"Not at all. You guys just arrived on time." Yeji beams with a smile before we follow her into the restaurant.

With the rest right ahead of me, Hyunjin falls into the steps as I briefly scan the restaurant. It is rather a full house with waiters and waitresses busily serving the customers, but one of the employees guides us to the second floor, where it is rather spacious compared to the first floor.

I guess both Yeji and her fiancé booked the whole floor solely for us, given the fact that I spot Yeji's fiancé seated with a few people at the massive, lengthy table. But I freeze in my spot as soon as I see two familiar faces whom I haven't seen in a long time. Sunghoon's parents.

My ears perk up at a familiar laughter coming from a certain someone, prompting my eyes to shift as they land on him. At once, my heart flutters at how good he looks in his beige down-button blouse, and the sleeves are rolled to his elbow, revealing his black wristwatch.

I stand like a lovesick fool, admiring him as he is conversing with presumably the rest of his family members and how his eyes form the shape of crescents with his fang-like teeth peeking as he smiles. I should've realised sooner that Haneul is Sunghoon's older brother.

"Stella." Hyunjin shakes my shoulder lightly, forcing me to snap out of the trance. A frown touches his lips. "Are you okay?"

I smile faintly and nod my head in response before we catch up with the rest. I watch as Yeji and Haneul embrace each other in a loving hug, with him kissing her forehead while some of the family members are gushing over the bride and groom.

I notice how Sunghoon's parents seem to tense a little when Minjun greets them, but soon enough, they lower their guards and engage in a polite conversation with him. It is obvious why they were wary of Minjun since he's a Hwang too.

"I want to sit in between Aera and Stella Unnie." Sophia tells the rest, not giving us time to say anything as she grabs both Aera and my hand, bringing us to the empty seats.

How lovely that my seat is just situated across from him, facing him directly. As his eyes meet mine, they widen, looking genuinely surprised to see me in the flesh. Trying to be discreet, I give him a small smile as I take my seat.

"Park Sunghoon!" Aera, being loud as always, gasps as she looks at him. "How are you here?!"

I spot the way some of the family members have quizzical looks written across their faces, probably wondering how Aera knows Sunghoon.

"Uh, because Haneul's my older brother?" Sunghoon deadpans, but soon his eyes return to my face while I busily clear my throat as I grab a glass of water before drinking it, in an attempt to avoid looking at him.

It isn't that I have some issues with him. These damn butterflies in my tummy just won't stop fluttering while my heart is beating fast. Part of it has something to do with the fact that we are now in a relationship and I don't know how to act even when we've already slept together, but another part of it is that Sunghoon's parents hate me ever since I'm a Hwang, so they would most likely disapprove of our relationship.

However, they obviously seem to accept that Yeji will soon be their daughter-in-law, so maybe─

"Thank you all for coming to this lovely dinner." Haneul's voice is resonating, drawing our attention to the bride and groom as they stand next to each other with their fingers intertwined. A smile dawns on Haneul's face. "Although tomorrow is the wedding, I would like to deliver a short speech to express my gratitude to my family members who have supported me through and through. To my parents, thank you for giving me your blessings."

As Haneul continues to speak, with Yeji staring at him lovingly, I can sense Sunghoon's gaze fixated on my face the entire time, which makes my cheeks feel warm while I avoid eye contact with him.

In the next fifteen minutes or so, the food has been served, and each dish is delectable. Sophia occasionally converses with me, but most of the time, Aera entertains her. Other than that, I eat my food in silence, still not daring enough to look up.

"Do you want some more?" Hyunjin asks as he is sitting right next to me, showing me the leftovers on the plate.

I shake my head. "I'm full." I say, grabbing my glass of drink and taking sips, but my eyes accidentally lock with his across the table. His well-defined, thick eyebrow is arched at me in an attractive manner, which almost has me choking on the liquid.

I place the glass down and give Hyunjin a tight smile. "I need to go to the ladies." I inform him before rising from my seat and walking away from the table.

As I make my way to the ladies restroom, my palms hit my cheeks as they remain there. I can feel how warm my cheeks are. I can't help it. Seeing Sunghoon makes me feel all fuzzy on the inside. I'm most certain this is the aftereffect of us being in a relationship.

As I'm being completely distraught, I fail to hear a pair of footsteps from behind me in rather haste. Just as I turn around in a corner, a hand latches around my wrist, pulling me back abruptly and causing me to whirl around.

My breath catches in my throat when our eyes meet, and his gaze bears such intensity that it causes the butterflies in my tummy to become tenfold. "Sunghoon─"

A startled gasp leaves my lips as soon as he slams his lips hard on mine, kissing me with such yearning and passion while I flutter my eyes close, melting against him as he holds me delicately in contrast to his kisses.

He pulls away quicker than I like, and as I look at him, he doesn't seem pleased, which confuses me. "Why were you avoiding me?" He asks adamantly.

"I wasn't avoiding you." I deny, looking away from his stern eyes briefly.

"Lying really isn't your strong suit." Sunghoon tugs me closer with his hand still holding my wrist. He grips my chin, tilting my head so he can gaze deeply into my eyes, which has the butterflies within me fluttering wildly. "Tell me the truth, princess." He demands lowly. "Why were you avoiding me?"

"I─" I bite my lower lip, lowering my gaze to his lips for a moment before looking back up. "I was nervous." But my words come out barely as a mumble.

His face contorts into confusion. "What?"

"I said I was nervous." I raise my voice just slightly.

The frown on his lips deepens, and his grasp around my wrist loosens. "Why would you feel nervous?"

I groan lightly and bury my face in my palms, with my head coming into contact with his neck. His strong cologne smells so good that I'm tempted to bury my nose into his chest. "Because you look good." I tell him meekly, which prompts him to grab both my hands and pull them away so he can see my face better.

He cocks an eyebrow at me while his lips curve into a smirk. "What was that again, princess?"

"I said you looked good." I repeat it distraughtly as my eyes flicker at his pretty pink lips.

"Do I, really?" He asks mockingly while his arm slithers around my waist, pulling me close to his body.

I nod my head numbly as I continue to stare at his face, feeling as though I'm in a trance. "So, so handsome." I utter, my hands curling into fists as they rest on his solid chest.

"My princess thinks I'm handsome." His soft chuckles sound melodious. With his arm around my waist, he uses the other to cradle the side of my face, gazing at me with such affection. "Is my handsomeness the only reason you're nervous?"

"I'm not sure." I mumble. "It's just that we're in a relationship now, and I'm having these jitters." I confess. "It's absurd, really, because I'm not the one who will be getting married tomorrow."

"I'm glad to have such an effect on you." He smirks, leaning his face closer to mine. "I've missed you so much, even though we had just seen each other last week."

Just as he is about to kiss me, I press my finger against his lips, stopping him. "There is something else we need to discuss." I say, releasing a shaky breath. "It's about your parents."

His face turns serious. "What about them?"

"Your parents hated my parents, and I'm sure they do now. They hate the Hwangs."

"But they're fine with your sister." He says. "I'm sure they'll be fine with you too."

"I don't know. I mean, I've been the heir for years, and our families were enemies." I tell him, disheartened. "Let's not reveal our relationship to anyone yet, just to be safe. Which also means we have to be discreet."

"I have to admit, princess, that it's hard staying away from you because all I want to do is hold you close like this." He drawls, a mischief glints in his eye. "But there is no denying how fun it is to sneak around behind them and to kiss you like this."

He tilts his head to a perfect angle and slams his lips on mine once more, this time backing me up until my back hits the wall. His hand goes underneath my thigh before hoisting it up to his waist while still kissing me senselessly.

"We can't be kissing all the time." I manage to speak in between the kisses.

He pulls away, breathing heavily and leaning his forehead against mine. His lips turn into a grin as he chuckles. "Which is why I make the most of the limited time we have." A shiver runs down my spine as he caresses my bare thigh. "Haneul invited the guys as well, but we'll only see them tomorrow."

My eyebrows jump in surprise. "Haneul knows them?"

"Yeah. They met him back in college when he paid our family a visit and stayed for two weeks before heading back to New York." He says. "I'm not going to tell the guys that you're here, though. I want to see the look on their faces when they see you tomorrow."

I roll my eyes as he chuckles. "We need to go back, or else we'll be raising suspicions."

"Nah." He presses his body against mine, tilting my head up and smirking down at me. "I'm not even done with you yet."

"Sunghoon." I warn him while my pulse seems to be beating louder in my ears.

"Just a kiss." He whispers, leaning down. "One last kiss." Sunghoon is many things, and one of them is a liar.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

As expected on a wedding day, everyone is occupied with their respective tasks, at least for those who have been appointed to crucial roles. Initially, I had hopes that Yeji would appoint me as her maid-of-honour, but I was a little disappointed that she chose her best friend─whom I had just met earlier today, Shin Ryujin.

Though we met and talked in a short span of time since Ryujin needed to resume her tasks, my interaction with her was more than pleasant. Not only was she charming, but she was also quick-witted. Regrettably, she had to cut our conversation short. Now that I think about it, I'm glad that I was not appointed as a maid of honour. My mind is already occupied with other things, which also involve work, so the least I need for my brain is to work overtime with new additional tasks.

"Hey, sweetie." Minjun greets me with a fatherly smile, his arm is extended, to which I instinctively go in for a side-hug. I feel him kissing my crown affectionately before I pull away and face him. His eyes seem to be scanning me while a smile rises on his lips, but I am taken aback to see his eyes glistening with tears. "My daughter looks beautiful."

My eyes soften at his shaky voice, which is filled with such affection. I give him a smile before tip-toeing to peck his cheek. "Thank you, Dad."

No longer do I find it weird to call him that. I remember when I called him 'Dad' instead of uncle for the first time, Minjun burst into tears and hugged me tight. It was one of the unforgettable moments for me because I could finally call my real father the deserving 'Dad'.

"Indeed, our Stella looks beautiful." Kelly, looking lovely in a baby blue dress, chimes in with a smile as she engulfs me in a side hug as well. "You must've taken your looks from your father." She nudges Minjun in a playful manner, to which he gives her a fond gaze.

I chuckle in response. "You look beautiful as well, Kelly."

"We're here!" Both Aera and Sophia announce their arrival with enthusiasm, drawing some eyes from the other guests to them, but they continue to make their way straight to us. Sophia looks utterly adorable and lovely in a baby pink dress that flows with every step she takes, whereas Aera is dolled up in a beige spaghetti strap dress that looks amazing on her.

"Sophia, don't you feel bad for always clinging to Aera?" Kelly chastises her daughter, who pouts in return. Kelly looks at Aera with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, honey."

"It's totally fine, Kelly! Besides, Sophia is a darling!" Aera reassures Kelly, grinning widely.

"I see that you're closer to Aera than you are to your own sister." Minjun narrows his eyes at Sophia in a playful manner. "It seems that you like Aera more than Stella."

"No, Daddy!" Sophia looks at me frantically before rushing towards me and hugging me. "I swear I like Stella Unnie as well!"

A chuckle leaves my lips as I stroke her braided hair gently. "I don't doubt it, little one."

"Here you guys are." Hyunjin appears, decked out in a suit, while his hair has been styled neatly, allowing his forehead to be visible. With a grin on his lips, he slings an arm around Minjun. "Are we ready to head inside? The ceremony will start in ten minutes."

"Where have you been?" I ask, having long since noticed his presence was nowhere to be found.

"I was just talking with the groom." He shrugs his shoulders, but I know him so well.

"Or maybe you were threatening him." I deadpan.

"You are so right, baby sis." Hyunjin grins deviously at me. "As the oldest brother, I ought to give him some heads-up if he ever dared to break my sister's heart."

"Ugh, protective older brother things." Aera rolls her eyes. "Been there, done that."

We chuckle in unison before deciding to enter the massive grand ballroom. A series of 'woah' elicits from Sophia, Aera, and Hyunjin while my eyes are sparkling with admiration for the interior designs and how impressive the ornaments have been put together to bring such a vibrant yet elegant touch, which were done by the expert designers. The venue soars 65 stories above Midtown Manhattan against a sparkling backdrop of city lights.

Since we have approximately seven minutes left till the ceremony commences, they disperse, with Sophia dragging Aera towards the massive window to probably enjoy the view. Hyunjin is speaking with an unfamiliar man, and Minjun and Kelly are mingling and socialising around, leaving me standing awkwardly alone.

My eyes begin to search for certain faces, but disappointment befalls me when there is no sight of them. Maybe Sunghoon is with Haneul, but are the rest late?

Just as I'm about to make my way to the seats by the front row, my gaze lands on a bunch of figures by the entrance far across the ballroom, striding inside as though they are models. My breath catches in my throat as I freeze in my spot. They look utterly striking and charming, no wait, no amount of words is enough to describe how handsome they look with their distinctive hairstyles and tuxedos.

They even draw attention to themselves, with some ladies blatantly checking them out. I don't even blame those ladies. They look really, really dashing. Heat weaves across my cheeks while my heart flutters, and the longer my gaze stays on them.

"Stella Unnie! Let's go!" Sophia calls for me from behind before I feel her tugging on my hand. I look at her briefly as she pulls me with her before returning my gaze back at them for one last time, and this time, Jungwon's eyes meet mine. It is brief and far, yet I can feel the electricity just from our eye contact.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Yeji and Haneul have finally tied the knot, now standing on the altar as they engage in a sweet, passionate kiss while the crowd applauds and cheers for the newlyweds. Some are shedding tears, which includes Minjun─who walked her down the aisle, Kelly, Aera, and even Hyunjin, who tries his best to suppress himself but fails miserably when I catch a tear drop from his eye.

Despite no tears leaking from my eyes, my heart swells with pride and elation. I am genuinely happy for my older sister, who has now become someone's wife. Without a doubt, I trust Park Haneul to love and cherish Yeji the way she deserves.

We watch as the newlyweds make their way to their designated table, where the food is served. The wedding host speaks into the mic, welcoming us once more and encouraging us to enjoy the rest of the event, prompting us to disperse in different directions.

As I follow my family behind, my eyes search for them, but it is rather impossible, especially when the crowd of people is obscuring my view. Oddly, I feel thankful that I have yet to meet any of them. Lord knows that I might stammer my words or, even worse, be unable to form coherent words when I speak to them.

The damn jitters.

Without informing any of my family members, I change course, heading straight for the champagne fountain. It is rather interesting how they built the fountain, which has some of the nearby guests snapping shots of it. I grab a glass and help myself with the champagne before attempting to take sips from the glass.

Just as I finish my last sips, a firm arm slithers around my waist, pulling me closer to him while his breath hits the shell of my earlobe. "Hey, pretty girl." He greets me in an oddly seductive whisper.

"Sunoo." I utter his name nervously while my eyes dart around my surroundings. There are two things I'm worried about, but the main thing is that I don't want any of my family members to learn about me being in a polygamous relationship. At least not until I'm ready and certain to face the worst outcome of their reactions.

Another thing that I'm nervous about is the fact that Sunoo looks utterly charming in a tuxedo, which I've already seen him in, but there is a certain ambience he exudes. His hair is neatly styled in such a way that the front bangs are curled. His fox-like eyes, which I admire, are staring at me with adoration.

"I admit I was surprised when Jungwon told us that he saw you earlier." Sunoo says. "I don't fancy weddings, but right now, I'm glad that I came."

"Sunoo, we can't." I try to move away from his strong grip, but he simply remains undeterred and cocks his eyebrows at me.

"What do you mean by we can't?" He asks, a look of discontentment masks his fine countenance.

"We can't be seen like this." I tell him in a whisper while my eyes are still busy scanning our surroundings, and fortunately, my family members are further across the ballroom.

"I don't like where this is going, darling." Disapproval laces his tone. "Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?"

"It's not that." I sigh, staring at him pleadingly, to which his eyes soften. "Let's go somewhere where no prying eyes can see us, please?"

His pink lips press thinly together while his arm around my waist tightens. "Fine, but you better provide a good explanation, pretty girl."

As Sunoo ushers me elsewhere, my cheeks bear extra involuntary blushes at the nickname he gave me. We are still in the venue, but hidden behind a huge pillar with the lights dim. Sunoo has me pinned against the wall with one hand beside my head. His sharp eyes are staring at me sternly, making me feel intimidated.

"Talk."

Upon his command, I begin to explain. "I think we shouldn't display our affection for each other in public." Even as I speak, my voice sounds shaky due to how small I feel under the intensity of his gaze. "In fact, we should act as friends."

"Friends?" He says the word as though it's poisonous. He scoffs out a smirk, his fingers reaching out to caress my cheek. Each stroke feels delicate yet dangerous. "Darling, you do realise that what you're suggesting is absurd, right?"

"I'm not joking about it either."

"Neither do I." His smirk falls flat. "Why would you want us to act as friends? We've just started out our relationship."

"I don't want any of my family members to learn about my relationship with the seven of you." I state the truth, my eyes crestfallen. "Don't get me wrong. I'm happy that we're finally together for good this time, but I'm not prepared to let my family know. Please understand."

Sunoo doesn't say anything, seeming to be contemplating before he heaves a sigh and relaxes the tension on his shoulders. "Alright, fine. I don't like the idea, but I'll respect your decision."

"Thank you." I latch my arms around his neck, hugging him, to which he instantly reciprocates and nuzzles his head against the side of my neck, kissing my skin with affection.

"You smell good." He murmurs before pulling away from my neck, his arms still locked around my waist. Appreciation resides in his gaze as he examines me. "You look good. Exquisite even."

The jitters return to my stomach. "You look handsome yourself." A soft smile touches my lips, my hands are on the sides of his neck.

A boyish grin spreads across his pink lips. "Hearing the compliment from the goddess herself is an honour."

"Don't exaggerate yourself, Sunoo."

"I'm not, pretty girl." He kisses my cheek, allowing it to linger before a pleasurable sigh leaves his lips. "I really want to sneak you away with me so we can be alone, but I suppose my time is up, at least for now."

As soon as he says that, I am greeted by the sight of Riki approaching from behind Sunoo, his eyes fixated on mine. His once serious, intimidating countenance breaks, and his lips form into a smile. "Hey, Stel."

Sunoo presses one last kiss on my forehead before releasing me from his grasps, but his touch lingers even as he disappears from my sight.

"Riki." I breathe out, my eyes appreciating the sight of his handsome countenance. His hair is middle-parted, with the bangs hovering over his forehead, yet it looks a tad fluffy. I notice a new piercing on his earlobe, which looks good on him.

"Wow." His deep chuckles send flutters to my heart, as does the smile on his face. "You look beautiful, Stel."

"You look beautiful as well." I accidentally blurt out while my eyes go wide in panic. "Uh, I meant to say you look really handsome."

"Hey, I don't mind getting called beautiful by the woman I love." Riki says with a grin as he steps forward with his arms open wide. "Are you going to hug your boyfriend, or nah?"

I can't contain my giddiness, smiling widely before crashing into him, his arms wholeheartedly hugging me as I sink into the warmth of his familiar embrace. His cologne invades my nostril, sending me to inhale some. But then an important reminder pops into my head, prompting me to look up at him with a frown.

"There's something you need to know."

"What is it?" He asks, stroking the back of my hair with affection.

"We can't be seen in the eyes of others like this. It's not that I'm embarrassed to be seen with you, but rather, I don't want any of my family members to learn about our relationship." I explain in between shaky breaths. "I'm not ready yet. I hope you understand─"

"Of course, Stel." He cuts me off, his eyes softening. "You can count on me. Just remember that I'll be with you every step of the way, even if your family disapproves of our relationship."

"Thank you, my love." I tip-toe to peck his lips, taking him by surprise given how he blinks his eyes at me.

"That's new." Riki mumbles, his cheeks are a faint pink.

I tilt my head to one side, staring at him curiously. "What's new?"

"You called me 'my love'." Riki mumbles again, and this time he avoids eye contact as he buries his head into my shoulder. "They sound nice coming from your mouth."

A soft chuckle leaves my lips. "Then I guess I'll have to call you that now. My love."

Riki sighs deeply before slowly pulling himself away from my shoulder, not before pecking my cheek and nose. "Again."

"My love?" Just as I say it, he slots his lips over mine, kissing me sweetly, which has me smiling against his lips.

"I think I just fell in love with you all over again." He murmurs, pulling away from me. "Oh, Stella, what are you doing to my poor heart?"

"More like, what are you doing to my poor heart?" I deflect the question with a playful scowl.

A smirk touches his lips. "I guess we're even, then, my lady."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

After Riki left, I returned to my family, who thankfully didn't ask for my prior whereabouts. I also decided to avoid being seen by the rest of my boyfriends. I didn't want any of them to sneak me away, or else I'd raise suspicions from my family, especially when Hyunjin seems to be staring at me with indecipherable emotions. It's like he's reading through me.

"So, Stella, any plans for settling down?" Kelly asks as she raises her glass to take sips of her champagne. Her question draws the rest of my family's attention to me.

"Settling down?" Nervous chuckles leave my lips while I tighten the grip around my glass. "I don't actually know if I even want to settle down." I give my half-truth answer.

I used to despise the idea of marriage, mainly because I've seen how Minhyuk and Jihyun's relationship was like─cold towards each other, and there was barely any physical affection between them. But in the eyes of the public, they worked well and feigned being a loving couple. The only times they were a little less cold to each other was for anything that involved Rena.

"Aww, but I want to see Stella Unnie get married!" Sophia expresses her disappointment with a small pout on her lips.

"It isn't that simple." Aera blurts out, prompting me to look at her with wide, panicked eyes, which she mirrors as well.

"What do you mean by that?" Hyunjin asks Aera with his elbows resting on the table and his hands clasped together. His eyes look dead serious.

"What she meant was that part of my uncertainty about settling down has to do with the fact that I grew up witnessing Minhyuk and Jihyun's relationship. They ruined my idea of marriage." I quickly answer for Aera, to which she looks relieved. "You know what it's like, Oppa."

"Make sense." Hyunjin seems to buy my answer as he nods his head in understanding. "I, too, do not wish to get married because of the same reason."

"And here, I thought I would have a son-in-law soon." Minjun jests, feigning disappointment.

"I didn't say you wouldn't get a son-in-law, Dad." I chuckle, though my nervousness is probably perceptible to them, but this time, I decide to test the waters. "It's complicated."

"So you do have someone?" Minjun's eyes glimmer with hope. "Who is he, sweetie?"

Before I can answer, I see a shadow loom over my figure from behind, to which they look up with visible confusion written across their faces except for Aera, who looks oddly animated with a smirk of mischief on her lips. "Jungwon!" Aera greets him while my body gets tense.

I feel the weight of Jungwon's hand on my chair from behind. "Hey, Aera." Though Jungwon sounds affable, I can sense tension in his voice, as though he's suppressing himself from something else.

"This is Yang Jungwon!" I abruptly introduce Jungwon to the rest of them as I tilt my body to catch a glimpse of his face, and when I do, his cat-like eyes stare into mine with a certain intensity before I quickly look away from him and manage a smile at my family. "He's my friend─no wait, my childhood best friend, actually."

"Ah! That Jungwon!" Hyunjin's face lights up with recognition. He proceeds to shake hands with Jungwon. "You've all grown up into a fine lad!" They begin to exchange words while I busily downs the content of my drink in an attempt to ease the trepidation.

Although Jungwon is amiably conversing with the rest of my family, and Minjun even wholeheartedly welcomes him, I know for a fact that he's pissed just by the look of his eyes on mine earlier.

"You should come over to one of our family dinners sometimes!" Minjun says with a jovial laugh, and by the looks of it, he seems to approve of Jungwon, considering that Minjun is an F1 fan.

"It would be an honour." Jungwon tells him with a smile before his eyes flicker to mine, but this time, his smile remains on his countenance while I feel uneasy. "I apologise, but I would like to speak with Stella privately, if that is fine with the rest of you."

"Not at all!" Aera chirps, grinning deviously, while I shoot a glare at her. "She's all yours!"

Jungwon tilts his head to one side, as though motioning for me to follow him. I suppress a sigh and rise from my seat before reluctantly following him.

Jungwon doesn't stop until we are further and further away from the main event, nearly to the other side of the entrance, where there are also huge pillars that, thankfully, can obscure our sight from any eyes.

It seems I'm deep into my thoughts, resulting in me bumping into his back. A frown tugs at the corners of my lips as I lift my head, and by the time I do, Jungwon is already facing me. He doesn't look the slightest pleased.

"What?" I ask rather curtly, which fuels his apparent indignation.

"What?" He repeats, mocking me. "Don't play dumb, doll."

Something stirs within me at the new nickname, but I remain stoic. "I'm not playing dumb, Jungwon."

"Oh, really?" Jungwon sneers, stepping closer to me while I try to remain strong on my ground, but eventually succumbs to the trepidation and slowly backs away from him. "You're really gonna play it this way?"

I swallow harshly, unable to look away from his pinning gaze. "Are you upset that I introduced you as my friend?"

"That's one thing. Why have you been avoiding us?" He asks, undeterred from stepping closer to me until he has me trapped between the pillar and him. "You didn't even avoid Sunoo and Riki earlier. So why─"

"Surely, they must've told you what I told them." I cut him off, ignoring the jitters dancing within me. I take his silence as an answer. "You get the memo, Jungwon."

His eyes harden. "I don't like it."

I sigh. "Sunoo doesn't either, but you don't see him getting all riled up."

"Because I'm not Sunoo, doll." He speaks in a lower tone that sends shivers down my spine, as does the close proximity between our bodies. "Why are you afraid of being discovered to have seven boyfriends?"

I scoff in disbelief. "Are you hearing yourself right now? Why wouldn't I be afraid?" I match my glare with his. "Sure, it won't impact any of you guys if we reveal our relationship, but me? I'd be receiving criticism and labelled with such despicable names!"

"But we can protect you."

"You think it's that easy?" I scoff out a laugh of incredulity. "I don't know if you've been living in your own bubble or you're just plain ignorant, but us women have it harder than you men, especially with the double standards in our society."

A muscle pulses in his jaw. "Why are you even getting mad about this?"

"I'm not mad!"

"There! You just raised your voice at me!"

"Well, maybe because you don't seem to understand and respect my decision with the way you act!"

"You're right! I don't! We've just started out our relationship, and then you decided to make things difficult!"

"Me? The one who is making things difficult is you!"

We breathe heavily while the glaring contest between us persists, and the tension is close to snapping.

"Are you finished?" He asks lowly, and I falter as soon as I realise the lack of distance between our faces, with the tips of our noses almost touching.

That is also when I take the time to admire his looks. The front of his hair looks as though it is damp as it hovers over his forehead, but I know that he uses some type of hair spray to make it look the way it is. Both of his earlobes are adorned with new piercings, which greatly surprises me because I never would have thought to see the day where he would have piercings.

I moisten my lips as the jitters within me intensify. "Yeah." My voice sounds croaked.

"Good." He leans in to kiss me while I flutter my eyes closed as soon as our lips meet. I can't help but melt against him by how gentle he is kissing me, to which he holds my waist firmly.

Whatever heat or argument we were in earlier dissipates. My hands grip on his broadened shoulders as we continue to kiss slowly yet one with passion, making me forget that we are still vulnerable in public.

Jungwon pulls away first, panting lightly with his lips now moist from the aftermath. He gazes deeply into my eyes as he grips my chin to gently brush my bottom lip with his thumb. "You're so hot when you're mad."

"And I'm still mad at you." I utter while my heart flutters at his gesture of affection. "My decision still stands. If Sunoo and Riki can understand and respect it, so should you."

The dissatisfaction returns to his eyes. "You can't be serious, doll."

"Guess what? I am." I attempt to push him away from me, but he tightens his grip. "Yang Jungwon."

"You're acting like a brat now."

I try my best to quell my anger as I remain calm. "Look in the mirror, Jungwon. The true brat here is you."

"I suggest you loosen the attitude, doll." He tuts, his lips forming a smirk, and I know he's up to no good. "Or I'll have you taught a lesson."

"What? You're gonna spank me like a child in need of reprimanding?" I ask mockingly.

"Nah, not from me." His soft chuckles sound lethal. "The rest won't like the fact that you decided to act like we're friends in public, you know?"

"Yeah? Well, tell them to suck it up." I manage to shove him away with a scowl on my face. "I need a breather. Don't you dare follow me."

"Drop the attitude, doll! Or you'll regret it!" Jungwon says from behind as I trudge further away from him, but instead of heading back to my family, I make my way outside of the other entrance.

By the time I arrive, I stop dead in my tracks and finally release the hot breath that I've been holding back. I don't care if any of them disagree with my decision. They'll just have to deal with it until I'm ready.

"You are not even welcomed here!"

Yeji's voice is resonating, prompting me to follow the source of her voice with calculated steps.

"How dare you show your face at my wedding?!"

I flinch at how Yeji sounds genuinely wrathful as soon as I'm approaching before hiding myself behind a pillar. I take a peek to see what the commotion is about, and when I do, it's like I've been struck by lightning. All colours drain from my face while my breaths become erratic.

"I'm your father, aren't I? It is rather disappointing that you chose my older brother to walk down the aisle with you."

"You are not my father!" Yeji screams with such resentment, which prompts Haneul to hug her from the back as he holds her back from lunging towards him. "I don't know how you're here, but I'll have you thrown out by the guards!"

"Is Stella here?" The devil asks, and a smirk is drawn on his face. "Of course she's here. She's your beloved sister, after all."

"Keep her name out of your mouth!" Never have I ever seen Yeji in this outrage. "Don't you dare show your face to Stella, you monster!"

"Guards!" Haneul barks out, and finally, four guards approach them in haste before escorting the devil himself out.

I stagger a step back, feeling as though I've been punched in the gut. My breathing continues to remain erratic while my chest feels tight. It appears that my heels have loudly come into contact with the marbled floor as I hear footsteps approaching.

"Stella?" The rims of Yeji's eyes are red as she stares at me in shock.

"He's back." I manage to utter despite my irregular breathing. Yeji tries to touch me, but I back away, shaking my head as my mind has erupted into chaos. "No, no." A whimper leaves my lips.

"Stella!" Haneul manages to catch me as soon as my knees buckle underneath me. He holds me against him while Yeji attempts to soothe me as she brushes away my hair and cups my cheek.

"Hey, look at me." Yeji demands sternly yet gently enough for me to focus my attention on her. "Breathe, Stel." I comply, but even as my breaths have regulated, my chest still hurts.

"How─?" Any form of coherency is beyond my ability at the moment, as I feel pure numbness.

Yeji and Haneul's exchange looks, uncertain. "We don't know, but we must alert our family about this." Yeji states firmly.

"Let's inform them after the wedding's over." Haneul says. "We don't want to cause panic."

"But Stella was hyperventilating!" Yeji argues. "Forget the wedding. My sister needs to rest and collect her thoughts after seeing that monster!"

"Honey." Though Haneul sounds firm, there is a tinge of softness as he places his hands on Yeji's shoulders. "I'm worried about Stella too, and you know that I care for her, but we must think about the guests. If we stop the wedding, we'll only cause confusion and alarm them."

"He's right." I manage to find my voice, drawing their attention to me, but my strong facade has returned. "Besides, you guys paid hefty for the entire event." I give them a smile of assurance. "I'm fine now, really."

"Are you sure?" Yeji asks, her face contorting into concern. "I think it's better for you to head back to your room and rest."

"It's okay, Unnie. I'm really fine now." I reassure her. "He's not here anymore. Plus, I want to enjoy the rest of the event, which includes the after-party."

After some assurance, Yeji concedes. Haneul gives me a side-hug before walking away with his wife, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Even as I make my way back to the ballroom and return to my family, who are in a jovial element, I can't bring myself to genuinely smile and laugh with them.

The devil's back.

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vcidgalpin · 1 year

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In A Moment of Panic Part 3

Pairing: Nevermore!Tyler Galpin x Reader

Warnings: Sexual talk, injury, mentions of alcohol, lots of embarrassment and denial

Summary: The Rave’N dance is coming up, but Y/N’s friends have a more interesting plan in mind for that night. Tyler and Y/N’s feelings for each other get discussed on a day out dress shopping with her friends, and Y/N feels it’s better to deny, deny, deny. Part 2

“So the Rave’N is tomorrow night, you’re going with Tyler right?” Wednesday says matter of factly, Enid by her side.

“Yeah. Why are you asking?” I’m curious, that’s for sure. Wednesday isn’t one to typically indulge in small talk, so there must be some other motive.

“Well you might not know this but … Enid, can’t you be the one to tell her? This feels stupid,”

“No. You kept it from me, I shouldn’t have to be the one to say it. Conversation is your punishment, since I know you hate it so much,” She teases the black haired girl.

“There’s a club called the Nightshades. They’ve asked us members to invite people to sneak off and drink with them while the dance is going on,” She relays to me, not the slightest bit of excitement in her tone, I can see her gritting her teeth.

“I’m surprised. I didn’t think that would be your sort of thing, Addams, drinking and having fun?”

“I have fun, Y/N. One of my favorite ways to have fun is by breaking rules, and it gives me an out from the outdated system of school dances,” She’s starting to get snippy, so you decide to back out of this conversation, opting to just tell Enid,

“I’ll let Tyler know. Text me the details,” Before I can run off to class, Enid yells after me.

“Hey! We are going to pick outfits tonight in Jericho. You in?”

“Of course, now I’ve really got to go. Bye guys,”

I run into my next class just before Mr. Serpen arrives, sliding into my seat by Yoko. Time to learn about some of natures ‘cutest but deadliest’.

I’m about to walk into Ophelia Hall from the Courtyard entrance, when a large muscular arm wraps around my waist. Yelping out in surprise, I whip around at full speed, managing to knock my head into a wall slightly. My vision goes blurry for a moment when I can see the glow of a pink aura, emanating from the assailant. Shit, the hit activated my emotional sight, and whoever just grabbed me is feeling some variant of love or lust. My heart starts pounding, and my hand rests atop of the throbbing bruise that is forming within my scalp.

“Fuck I am so sorry, Y/N I did not mean to scare you like that oh shit. Are you okay?” That voice eases my nerves completely. It’s just Tyler. Before I focus and get my power in check, I look again at the aura and see it’s purple, fear or worry. That makes more sense, I probably just saw wrong in my moment of impairment.

“That hurt like a bitch,” I give a beat of time to have some fun with him before I reassure him that I’m fine. “Really, it’s okay, don't worry. It takes a lot more than that to really hurt me,” I look around to find no one around us and find myself overthinking. ‘Why would Tyler grab me so close when we aren’t trying to keep up appearances?’.

“What was it you wanted anyway Tyler?”

“Oh nothing, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight?”

“Oh fuck! I need to get my bag, I’m supposed to be meeting Enid by the shuttle bus in a couple minutes to get an outfit for tomorrow, I’m sorry Tyler,”

“Oh are you getting a dress for the dance?” He chuckles at my rambling state, making me flush with embarrassment.

“Right, I forgot to say but, about the dance, Enid and some other people want us to skip the dance and have our own little party, better drinks, better music, better vibe. Also, without the watching eyes of teachers,” Finger guns are used to accentuate my point. “Now you can’t say no, so I’ll see you there Ty,”

Sprinting off up the stairs, I burst into my room, grab my bag and shoot Enid a text that I’m almost there.

By the time we get to Jericho, I can still feel my heart in my throat, sprinting for the shuttle really took it out of me. Enid, Wednesday, Yoko and I walk towards the local dress shop ‘Hawte Kewture’ and I can see Wednesday visibly twitching and grimacing at the building.

“I’m gonna go take a walk,”

“But roomie! This was supposed to be our first shopping spree together!” Enid whines out, pouting with all her heart.

“It’s okay. I’d just slow you guys down, have fun and I'll find mine somewhere. Maybe I’ll go visit the graveyard,” I can tell she’s trying, and Enid seems to be warmed by the effort.

“Okay, I’ll see you back on the shuttle home. Come on girls, let's go shopping!”

After an hour of sifting through racks and trying on clothes, all three of us had picked out some outfits for the Nightshade’s party, all reflecting ourselves pretty well. Enid grabbed one of the brightest dresses I have ever seen, patterned with swirls of oranges and pinks, very puffy but not too formal. Yoko bought a sleek silk slip dress in black, with red lace details on the edges. My dress is also black, but it’s shorter with mesh sleeves and small silver stars decorating it.

I had taken a few quick photos of it in the changing rooms before buying it, and I look over them again, really feeling myself.

“Those photos are totally hot. Tyler’s gonna lose his mind when he sees you in it,” Enid claps her hands in excitement, and Yoko leans in to look,

“I agree. He’s totally gonna bust in hi-“

“Yoko! Gross, what the fuck?” I yell, my ears burning in red heat. I did not need that image in my mind, but for some reason I can’t shake it from my mind.

“What, have you two not done anything yet? I guess Tyler is the sweeter type, that might be a good thing, him wanting to wait. It’s kind of cute how much he really cares about you,” Yoko keeps on, her voice quite monotonous as she rambles.

“Ignoring the nasty talk, I agree. I’m surprised it took you guys so long to even start dating to be honest,” Enid looks at me smiling.

“What do you mean?” I’m still super pink in the face as I ask.

“I mean he’s been totally pining after you since you moved here. And I’m not blind, I could see it from you too. I’m glad you guys finally got it together and started dating, I’ve never seen you happier than when you’re around him,” I want to defend myself, but I can’t say anything without arousing suspicion that me and Tyler aren’t actually together, so I settle on just shrugging off all she says about how Tyler has been pining after me all this time. It’s clearly Enid’s love of love clouding her judgment with rose tinted glasses.

“Whatever, we’ve got to go if we wanna get back soon.”

#tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin fanfic #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin x y/n #wednesday netflix #tyler galpin fluff #wednesday addams #wednesday fanfic #tyler wednesday

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Flowers - Azula x reader - part I

Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII [main masterlist]

Azula x gn reader, no warnings, requested by 🌹-anon

651 words, enjoy :)

You watched in awe as Azula shot another wave of blue fire across the courtyard, setting the training dummy ablaze. As this had been the last part of her training, you quickly made your way over to her, leaving Mai and Ty Lee, who also were present, behind. You did this after every training session of hers, so they knew what was coming. Mai rolled her eyes and Ty Lee let out a small giggle as they watched you praise her, wishing to receive only the slightest bit of attention from her: "You were awesome, Azula!" "Of course I was. I always am.", she answered, seemingly more focused on taking off her training armour than on your presence.

Her reaction may be discouraging, but it was nothing you weren't used to after seven months of trying to get closer to her, so you simply went to the next step: "Do you think that we could train together sometime?" To your surprise, this actually made her look at you, she seemed genuinely surprised: "We? Train together?" Her answer made you feel a weird mix of worry and excitement. "I don't think that you could compete with me, y/n." She went to the dressing rooms after saying that, leaving you alone.

Now that was depressing. Ty Lee apparently had been close enough to understand what Azula said, because she sent you an apologetic look. She and Mai were more or less the only people who knew of your feelings towards Azula. Them and General Iroh. Well, you weren't sure about whether he knew, especially as he wasn't in the palace very often, and even when he was, no one could be sure about what he knew of. He had been giving you some weird looks when you tried to flirt with Azula though, so you simply assumed that he knew too.

But that wasn't important now. You quickly smiled back at Ty Lee and hurried to your chamber, already a new plan in mind on how to take Azula's heart. Okay, if you were realistic, it probably wouldn't make her fall madly in love with you, but it should at least make her like you a bit more, and possibly show her how much you cared about her.

You went into your room, walking over to the fireplace. There stood, blooming as bright as the sun, your new plan: a panda lily. It was a rare flower you had brought here from a trip (some might call it an invasion) to the earth kingdom. It needed very special conditions to survive, so you would only take it out of its pot shortly before you would give it to her, to make sure it didn't wither away before she could plant it in one of her pots. You wondered if she would choose a pretty pot? Where would she put the pot? You would have never thought that dreaming of flower pots could be so romantic.

You had heard of a conference that was taking place soon. Mai, Ty Lee, some generals, and most importantly Azula would be there. Even if you had not been invited, your rank allowed you to show up as a visitor. An opportunity you would normally have picked, but in this case you decided to show up shortly before the conference was over. You would give the flower to her when she headed out. It felt better to do it in a somewhat open space because the atmosphere would be less tense. Of course you would still do it in a discreet manner. You didn't want the whole palace talking about it.

You took a few moments to admire your flower, the one that would soon be held by Azula's hands, and gently pulled it out of the pot. Along with some earth you put it in a cloth and began making your way to the conference hall.

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literatemisfit · 10 months

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Hi! I don’t have a subscription so I can’t read this full article you posted.

https://www.tumblr.com/literatemisfit/720928934490980352/david-tennant-on-his-wife-georgias-cancer-scare

Could you possibly give a summary or copy/paste what it says (if you’re comfortable with it)? Especially that last part you mentioned as being especially sweet?

Somehow when I went to open it I also got stuck behind a paywall so they must have added one. But I was able to use incognito mode and get access to it anyway. I've copy pasted the entire thing for you so you can see what I mean by sweet ;)

See below:

Georgia Tennant is recalling the moment, at the start of the pandemic, when she realised she was going to be locked down with her husband. ‘David was supposed to be filming in South Africa,’ explains the 38-year-old actor and producer. ‘But then there was a series of phone calls, South Africa shut down, and he turned to me and said: “I’m not going back”.’

Georgia and I share a look that speaks volumes: about the slo-mo dawning experienced by wives all over the world when it became clear they would be trapped with the man they’d promised to love and cherish – but not, crucially, have lunch with every day for weeks on end. About what became more like the premise of a twisted reality TV show when those weeks turned into months

‘I remember having this sudden realisation…’ Glancing at her Scottish stage and screen star husband, Georgia pauses, blue eyes wide, and at this point I’m already smiling because I think I know what’s coming. ‘That, oh my gosh, David’s just going to be here, the whole time.’ I nod compassionately. ‘Which obviously I’d never had before.’ Another nod. We’ve all been there.

‘And just thinking: that’s really exciting!’

Oh… It’s a needle-across-vinyl moment and I stop mid-nod and stare. Georgia and I are not on the same page. In fact, she seems to be reading an entirely different book: this wife can’t think of anything nicer than being holed up with her husband of 12 years.

‘We just really like each other,’ she says once all three of us have stopped laughing. ‘Even now, we like hanging out with each other more than we like hanging out with anyone else.’ Some might say that’s a pretty good basis for a marriage. ‘Exactly. And when all the kids are around it’s like a commune here, which I love.’

With a semi-apologetic shrug the 52-year-old Doctor Who and Broadchurch star confirms, ‘It’s true.’ There’s no way around it: he too just really likes his wife. ‘In fact, the more time we spend together the more we get on,’ he says. And although I’m not sure I can deal with any more bombshell revelations so early on in an interview, this is probably just as well. Because the Tennants didn’t just end up marooned on the couch together for the duration of the pandemic – with their five children, Ty, 21, Olive, 12, Wilfred, 10, Doris, seven, and Birdie, three – but filming a lockdown TV comedy series, Staged, which became the surprise summer comedy hit of 2020.

The whimsical meta sitcom follows David’s fractious friendship with Welsh actor Michael Sheen as they plan various ill-fated ventures from either side of the world on Zoom. Only this isn’t reality TV, but a hammed-up version. Its two actors forever making a drama out of a crisis, as their partners watch, bemused, occasionally stepping in when things get out of hand.

Georgia and Swedish actress Anna Lundberg’s attitude is probably best described by the bumper sticker quote: ‘Behind every successful man is a woman rolling her eyes’, and audiences liked them so much that their roles get progressively bigger with each series.

Amazingly, Staged outlived the pandemic premise it was built on and I’m here today, in a sleek home office at the back of the couple’s west London home, to talk about the third and final series, which is currently airing on BBC One. Having spent the past 24 hours binge-watching six episodes of the show, I’m slightly thrown by how dialled-down the real David and Georgia are compared with their on-screen personas. He’s far less wild-haired and neurotic in real life – perhaps in part because after a trip to the dental hygienist this morning, he’s not yet been allowed his coffee – and she’s just as beautiful, with the same poise she maintains throughout Staged, but more amused than exasperated, today, by her man.

‘This wasn’t our first project together,’ David reminds me when I ask whether working on the show together over three years didn’t tip this perfect partnership over the edge. ‘After all, Georgia and I did meet on set.’

It’s true that it was while he was playing the Tenth Doctor in 2008 that he met his future wife, who was cast as his genetically engineered daughter in the BBC show. Does Georgia still get endless joy from that? ‘Oh, I’ve had 15 years of joy from that,’ she flings back. ‘Of course, I was already 900 years old at the time,’ David deadpans.

After the Doctor Who years, the pair went on to co-star in the 2017 film, You, Me and Him, which Georgia also produced. Still, when it came to filming Staged, he got ‘incredibly nervous’, he admits. ‘I think we were quite anxious about what that would… do, weren’t we?’

His wife murmurs her agreement, although like her Staged character she seems serene and in control and it’s easy to imagine her talking David down from various ledges in daily life.

For all their harmony, they seem quite different. Certainly, they come from different backgrounds. As the daughter of actors Peter Davison and Sandra Dickinson, Georgia was born into the profession, making her debut at 15 in ITV’s Peak Practice, before going on to appear in shows such as Where the Heart Is, Like Father Like Son and The Last Detective.

Bathgate-born David, meanwhile, is the son of a Presbyterian church minister, who attended the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama and established himself with the Royal Shakespeare Company and National Theatre early on. After winning the game-changing role of Doctor Who at 34, he has continued to demonstrate his versatility as an actor, flitting from hard-hitting TV dramas like Des in 2020 (playing serial killer Dennis Nilsen) and Litvinenko in 2022 (as the former Russian spy) to playing a demon in Amazon’s ongoing fantasy series Good Omens. Then there’s his stage work: the recent West End play Good, in which he played a professor drawn into Nazism, and a forthcoming stint as Macbeth at London’s Donmar Warehouse in December.

Despite his success, the actor has suffered from acute anxiety ever since he was a boy, fretting about everything from ‘not being good enough’ and ‘being found out’ (as he told one interviewer in 2019) to the loss of anonymity he knew he’d experience back in 2005, when he was cast as a TV hero he’d idolised from the age of three. ‘Because with a show like Doctor Who,’ he tells me, ‘it’s on a different scale.’

As anyone who suffers from anxiety knows, the primary, all-consuming worry is that everything ‘probably will go wrong’ at any given moment. In 2018 something did go very wrong when Georgia was diagnosed with cervical cancer – something she shared in her blog, despite usually being a private person. ‘I thought it was easier than having to phone everyone and tell them,’ she explains today.

‘It was a very weird experience,’ muses David. ‘Because we found out the bad news after it had been dealt with, so we had the relief at the same time as the horror.’

Following an abnormal smear test result, Georgia had a biopsy and a cervical excision to remove the tissue causing concern. It was only after that procedure that test results showed the cells had been cancerous. David pauses, looking at his wife. ‘At least we were spared the prospect of living with, “You’ve got this, and can it be caught?” But I still have these flashbacks of “What if you hadn’t…?”’ He shakes his head. ‘I don’t think I acknowledged at the time how serious it could have been.’

The couple were too busy ‘just dealing with each stage’, David goes on. ‘The slightly funky test and then going in and having the biopsy.’

‘But I did make you answer the phone, when we were waiting to hear [the results],’ Georgia cuts in. ‘I obviously knew there was going to be something, so David got the news first: that it was bad but that they’d got rid of it. And then he made me get on the phone so that I could hear it from the doctor myself, because he knew that was something I needed to do.’

Afterwards, ‘both of us were just numb,’ David murmurs. ‘It was such a Sliding Doors moment. Even a few months later it could have been too late.’

‘Which is why now,’ Georgia concludes wryly, ‘I’ll tell everyone with a cervix: go and get yourself checked.’

With the couple’s eldest son Ty now a successful actor – having starred in the TV series War of the Worlds and HBO’s House of the Dragon – and Olive, then 10, making her big-screen debut in Kenneth Branagh’s Oscar-winning film Belfast, two years ago, I’m curious to know how they both feel about their brood following in their footsteps? ‘I just want them to be happy and to be able to survive in the world,’ Georgia says. ‘So if acting is what they want to do…’

It helps that the industry feels fairer now in almost every way, they believe, and we segue into a discussion about inclusivity and ‘real representation’ in acting – meaning, for example, that only LGBTQ actors should play LGBTQ roles. Until we’re all caught up, David maintains, ‘you have to protect those spaces for actors who come from those communities’.

It also helps that the industry is a safer place for women now than it was 10 years ago, says Georgia. ‘Because it

definitely is,’ she adds. ‘Things happened to me when I was younger that I now realise were not great, but at the time I thought it was all part of it – that I had to laugh them off. I’m talking about situations that made me feel uncomfortable,’ she explains. ‘Now I would be able to say so, but at the time the dialogue just wasn’t there. And I don’t think any of our kids would have to feel like that now. Even if they did, they would have the words and the people behind them to say: “that’s not OK”.’

David is currently filming the Disney+ series Rivals, based on Jilly Cooper’s famous bonkbuster, he tells me. ‘And there’s an “intimacy co-ordinator” on that because there’s quite a lot of shagging, so everyone’s being very appropriate and careful.’

But doesn’t it feel strange having your sex scenes ‘co-ordinated’? ‘Oh, it’s ludicrous.’ He grins. ‘Because it means you’re making the most intimate, private moments very compartmentalised and that there’s someone there asking the embarrassing questions nobody did historically – but that’s because you’re not doing these things with your actual partner. So that’s another thing that has got better over the years.’ He tilts his head to one side, narrows his eyes: ‘That said, there are still lots of reasons not to become an actor.’

This seems as good a place to end as any, and as the Tennants take me back through the garden to a side gate, Georgia tells her husband she’s ‘going for a manicure – and you have to come with me’. When I leave they’re still bickering gently, with David asking: ‘Why do I have to come?’ I don’t catch his wife’s reply, but I suspect it’s just because she really likes him.

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angelwheat · 1 year

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Hey, I love your writing! Can I request the Primis boys with a pregnant S/O? Ty❤️

Call of Duty Zombies

2.0, Primis Crew; Pregnant S/O

I'm surprised that I haven't received this prompt before. Thanks for the request lovely ✨️

I'm elaborating on 4 points each for the meantime. If you want more in-depth hcs about a certain character, drop me an ask.

Warnings: None | Pronouns: She/Her

"Tank" Dempsey

He's over the moon! He's literally bouncing with excitement once his S/O tells him that she's pregnant. Dempsey lifts her off the ground for a hug and gives her a big kiss as happy tears well up in his eyes. He's so giddy for weeks after, perhaps months even. He never really settles about it. He's finally beginning to start a family of his own, and he couldn't be more excited.

Generally, he's the most doting man on earth while his S/O is pregnant. He helps her with things she can't quite do, such as lifting heavy things and reaching into places she can't quite get to. Or even if she can do things herself, Dempsey offers to help. Which might be a little agitating to his S/O, but he means well. He also often compliments her as he's witnessing her body grow and change as she's carrying their child. Especially at times when she might feel insecure, he's so loving.

Dempsey isn't clued up on all of the ins and outs of pregnancy, so some things he witnessed took him by surprise. Such as the morning sickness. Although he did know it was bound to come, it solely depends on the severity. Whenever his S/O was rushing to the bathroom with a hand over her mouth, he made sure he was always there to comfort her or hold her hair back. He never let himself get grossed out by it.

He forgets about the mental preparation until the last few weeks of his S/O's pregnancy. This is during the time he's most watchful of her. Everything will suddenly daunt on him at once. His doubts, worries, and fears all strike up in intensity. Dempsey tries to convince himself that these feelings will subside and keeps himself quiet, but he ends up blurting them out to his S/O in a fret at some point. Not to worry, they have each other.

Edward Richtofen

His S/O is pregnant? This is wonderful news! Edward can feel his heart racing as he's beaming with happiness. He wraps his S/O in a gentle, loving hug, smiling as he kisses her lips over and over. He can already imagine the future, and it makes him so excited because he can not wait to begin this new chapter in his life.

Edward has a little more knowledge of pregnancy than the others. He's aware of most things that his S/O is going to experience, and he is attentive at all times. Of all the symptoms, the mood swings took him by surprise. One moment, she's beaming with happiness, to pouring her eyes out, to getting agitated by the tiniest things. It makes him a bit weary, but he always figures out a way to help and comfort her if need be.

As Edward winds down a little from the joy he feels in the beginning, although it'll never fade, his nerves really start to kick in. He has so many worries, and he feels that he'll never be prepared to take on the role of being a father. He spends so much time contemplating the choices he's made, and whether the choices he has to make in the future will be the right ones. His mind becomes a bit of a mess for a while, but he tries to cope on his own because his S/O has enough stress on her already.

Late at night sometimes, while lying in bed with his S/O, Edward will talk a lot about the future. During these late night conversations, she'll truly get an insight into some of the things he's thought about, and she can express her own thoughts and ideas too. He cradles her and rubs soothing circles over her tummy, letting her know how she's doing a wonderful job and that she's looking beautiful while doing so.

Nikolai Belinski

He's overjoyed when his S/O tells him that she's pregnant, but he can't hold back the tears that immediately fall from his eyes as he engulfs her in a big hug. Nikolai can't express how happy he is at that moment. This is the greatest thing that has ever happened in his life, and he couldn't be more excited about raising a child with the love of his life.

He's very much like Dempsey with regard to being doting. Nikolai is simply there to look after his S/O to the fullest he possibly can. He helps her greatly around the house and will even take on more chores to save her the added exertion on her body. Although, he truly does admire her while she goes about her day. Just seeing her, knowing that she's carrying his child in her tummy, can make him a bit emotional sometimes.

Nikolai loves the anticipation and gets excited as he's eager to know the baby's gender. He wants to start choosing names the second he learns that she's pregnant, as he knows how indecisive he is, so he won't make his mind up right away. He would love to incorporate a name to each of their ethnicity, if his partner is also foreign that is. Perhaps a Russian first name, and a middle name of their ethnicity, or vice versa.

In her final months/weeks of pregnancy, Nikolai is most vigilant. He often tells her that she needs to take it easy simply because he's stressed that she'll overwork herself. He enjoys resting with her either on the couch or in bed. He lets her snuggle up beside him, and he gently caresses and kisses her tummy if she's feeling discomfort. He especially loves it if he feels the baby kick. It makes him giddy to know that he won't have to wait much longer to meet his newborn child.

Takeo Masaki

He's stunned when his S/O tells him the good news that she's pregnant. He can feel his heart beginning to race, and he moves to wrap her in his arms immediately. Takeo holds her tightly, resting his head on her shoulder as a tear rolls down his cheek. But he's happy! He's just so overwhelmed with processing everything that is yet to come. He tells her that he can't wait to begin this new life with her and their child.

Takeo knows the basis of what to expect while his S/O is pregnant, so without a doubt, he was started by a lot of the new things he witnessed her experience. The mood swings. The morning sickness, especially. Her random cravings. It all caught Takeo a little of guard, especially when things got intense. He does his best to be around her for whenever she may need him. After all, he is quite the soothing soul, even just in his presence. When she's having a hard time, Takeo can comfort her easily.

He wants to have a long discussion about the future with their child. Takeo admits that he doesn't feel prepared, and his S/O may feel that way too, especially as something so life changing is upcoming. But he wants to speak to his S/O and get plans in order, even if they end up falling through. It's just that in the meantime, he needs a sense of direction that may help ease the stress for both of them.

There's lots of beautiful names to choose from. Takeo will feel just as indecisive as his S/O can be. Towards the end of her pregnancy, it's often that late at night when they're lying in bed together, conversations between them can become very intimate about a variety of subjects. But Takeo likes to talk about names. He has the same idea as Nikolai with incorporating names from either of their cultures, but will most likely let his S/O settle on whatever name she likes. He's happy no matter what.

#tank dempsey #edward richtofen #nikolai belinski #takeo masaki #cod zombies #call of duty zombies #codz #call of duty

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juniperhillpatient · 2 years

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Return to Omashu Re-watch

No thoughts, only mean teenage girls who could & would kill me

This is the episode where we get to see the formation of the Dangerous Ladies™ & it's exactly as iconic as I remember it. (To be fair, this is another episode that I've re-watched pretty frequently on its own.) The Girls Are Fighting & you should be scared!

So, Omashu has been taken by the Fire Nation & the Gaang are horrified. I think it's interesting that Katara & Sokka were basically like "Bumi is probably dead. Oh well, let's move on." Sokka is practical & always focused on moving ahead so it's not a surprising reaction for him but it's a little surprising from Katara. The trend for her character is to try to help everyone who might need it, & that would include a potentially lost or hurt Bumi. I'm theorizing that Katara's lack of interest in this project is a combination of her belief that Bumi is dead (although Katara is often more of an idealist) & her heavy focus on finding a new earth-bending teacher now. Also, this mission is personal to Aang. He's had so much taken from him. All he has left of his old life are Appa & Momo. So, of course, he wants to find the only friend he has left from the life he left behind.

Sokka's plan to fake 'Pentapox' is pretty funny & smart. Also, the Fire Nation guards yelling "PLAGUE!" when the earth kingdom citizens were heading toward them holding their hands out and groaning hit a LITTLE too close to home in light of recent years 😂

Azula's manipulative prowess is targeted at someone other than Zuko & Iroh & it's fascinating to watch. Azula's recruitment of Ty Lee is such a mind game. The audience is getting an ongoing introduction to an entirely new & much more dangerous type of villain than anything we had last season.

We would never see Zhao or Zuko subtly threatening someone the way Azula does Ty Lee, having the net set on fire at her show & the animals released then talking about excitement for the "next show." No, the other two main antagonists of the show thus far - Zuko and Zhao - are much more in your face. Azula could have ordered Ty Lee to join her, or she could have outright threatened to set her on fire, but she took a more careful and calculated approach. The only other character I could see taking a more subtle approach like this is Iroh.

In light of later revelations - that Azula believes "fear is the only way" to relate to people & that "trust is for fools" - as well as the knowledge that Azula does view Ty Lee & Mai as friends (I think this is shown clearly in their dynamic, but it's also proven by Azula's hallucination saying "your friends, Mai and Ty Lee") - I think that in a twisted way, Azula wanted this to seem like Ty Lee's choice. She didn't want to order Ty Lee to join her, she wanted this to feel like a friendship. Could she have understood that about herself or articulated it? I highly doubt it, but sometimes we don't understand our own emotions & motives. And of course - a disclaimer that this is my interpretation/theory.

Mai's recruitment is much more straightforward. Mai is miserable in Omashu. Her parents are busy doting on her baby brother, and she's constantly expected to act like a quiet good girl. She's bored, & she doesn't say it but probably lonely. Also - Mai loves violence. Mai's first encounter with the Gaang isn't even with Azula & Ty Lee, it's on her own, & she is excited to fight. Another interesting aspect of Mai's character is that she's 100% onboard right away with abandoning Tom Tom. I could see an argument that Mai was afraid to argue with Azula, but I don't buy it because there is no evidence for it. Ty Lee has clearly been intimidated into joining Azula, but we haven't seen that with Mai. So, I think that Mai just doesn't seem to care about her brother at all. This isn't a moral judgment on her by the way, just an observation.

The Dangerous Ladies Vs. The Gaang has to be one of the most exciting fights we've seen so far. Everyone's different styles are showcased & it's just amazing to watch. I think it's super interesting that Ty Lee almost kicks Sokka & Tom Tom off a building. She was ready to murder a baby & it's only cartoon logic & luck that she didn't!

Speaking of ready-to-murder - I'm fascinated by the different Fire Nation characters' approach to fighting Aang. I can't recall Zuko ever trying to kill Aang. He's been set on the whole "capture" thing. Zhao spells out to Aang that he won't kill him because it would just trigger a new Avatar. But there's no argument I can see that Azula is not trying to kill Aang during their fight in this episode. She is actively shooting fire at him, again & again. So, does she know that if he dies a new Avatar will be born? If Zhao knew, I have to assume Azula does. Of course, she does kill him (sorta) later, but we'll analyze that when we get to it. For now, I'm just saying that this is interesting. Azula is capable of a fighting style that doesn't go for the kill, or Zuko would've died during their last encounter. But, she chooses to go after Aang by shooting him with fire which would kill him if he failed to block or dodge her attacks. Super interesting to me.

Anyway, Aang's conversation with Bumi is very interesting to me. We learn about three of the apparent eighty-five 'jings.' Fighting is positive jing and retreating is a negative jing. Aang knows this, probably from his teachings with Gyatso, but Bumi explains that there's a third jing - neutral. I'm not sure how I feel about the argument that "doing nothing" is sometimes the best call. Bumi is a very interesting morally gray character. I understand what he was trying to say, & what the narrative was getting at, but still, Bumi abandoned his people when they needed him. I have a feeling I'll come back to the quote: "Your teacher will be someone who has mastered neutral jing. You need to find someone who waits and listens before striking." For now, though, those are my thoughts on the episode!

#return to omashu #atla book 2 #atla re watch #image ids in alt text #long post

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Against All Odds

Part 867

McCoy

The air in the orchard was warm and fresh as McCoy took a deep breath. Staff members were hurrying all around getting everything prepared for the next day. It looked like chaos, but once he began to watch, McCoy saw everyone was moving like clockwork.

“We could still elope in town,” he leaned over and whispered to Scotty, who was looking around wide eyed.

McCoy laughed as Scotty turned to give him a surprised look.

“After everyone has done this? They might murder us,” Scotty chuckled.

“Over here boys,” Eleanor called.

McCoy nodded and covered his mouth to hold back a yawn. The evening before had been incredibly fun; Christine had outdone herself. McCoy had been exhausted when he had crawled into bed next to Scotty. They had slept late, enjoying themselves, knowing that their mothers intended them to be apart this night before the wedding. McCoy had argued, but Eleanor had been unmoving.

“Are you ready to run through this?” Eleanor asked. The members of both families and the wedding party were gathered around her. Nods and murmurs of agreement went through them. “Alright. Amanda?”

Moments later found them all in place. Two small tents had been erected behind all the chairs on either side, one for Scotty, Robbie and Jim, the other for McCoy, Christine and Spock. Eleanor and Francine were very insistent neither boy see the other on the wedding day before it was time.

The mothers, including Amanda made them go through everything over and over until they finally deemed it perfect. McCoy was beginning to feel grumpy by that point and wanted nothing more than to go hide away with Scotty.

“Leonard!”

McCoy grimaced before he turned back around. He had Scotty’s hand and was trying to slip away through the trees.

“Yes Mother?” he said politely.

“I expect you both, dressed properly, in the sitting room at 5:15,” she told him firmly.

“Yes Mother,” he said. “Why we have to have a pre-party…” he grumbled as he picked up his pace next to Scotty.

“Cause ye’re a prince,” Scotty chuckled softly. “And yer mum wants to have at least one properly royal wedding thing.”

“Alright, fine,” McCoy conceded. After all, Eleanor and Francine had done everything they had been asked. He could get through a cocktail hour with their guests and friends.

“But for now, we’re going somewhere private.”

The palace was also abuzz with excitement and activity. McCoy quickly made his way past all of it and led Scotty up to the secret library gallery. Inside he locked the door and let out a breath of relief.

“Finally!” he exclaimed.

Scotty grinned. “It’s all worth it though mo ghràdh.”

“Yeah it is,” McCoy said, moving into Scotty’s space and kissing him. “But for a few hours at least we can escape.”

Five o’clock came and McCoy was finishing tying his tie. He and Scotty had spent their time together in the library gallery well and he felt calm again about everything.

“Can ye give me a hand Len?” Scotty asked.

McCoy straightened his tie and turned to Scotty. His fiancé was standing with his own tie open around his neck.

“I think I’ve gone all thumbs,” Scotty chuckled nervously.

McCoy smiled and took the two ends of the tie. Scotty was wearing his suit from McCoy’s birthday speech. He quickly got the tie done and stood back to look at his fiancé. He grinned and sighed.

“It’d be a much more fun evening if I could peel you out of that suit.”

Scotty colored instantly.

“You look so good,” McCoy whispered as he moved close to him and got his arms behind Scotty.

“Ye aren’t half bad yerself,” Scotty said as he collected himself. He moved in and caught McCoy’s lips with his.

To McCoy’s disappointment, Scotty pushed him gently back after the kiss.

“The queen is waiting,” he said apologetically.

McCoy sighed. “Let’s go then.” He held his arm out for Scotty and together they left their room.

Part 868

Scotty

After sitting down with Eleanor and Francine and talking about everything once again, they all went to the palace's grand ballroom together.

A number of guests had been invited to the wedding and the pre-party.

Their families, of course, and members of the royal family such as Dr. Boyce. Their friends from school. Captain Paris and some of her people. Marjory. Headmaster Pike.

Everyone was already there when Scotty and Leonard entered the hall hand in hand and the boys were amazed at the sight of their guests.

One face in particular surprised them both.

Archer. What the heck was the teacher doing at the party?

Polite as they were, the pair greeted everyone, but Scotty couldn't help but smile uncertainly as he shook Archer's hand.

"Mr. Archer, sir, how... good to see ye."

Archer nodded to him and also to Leonard.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Scott, Mr. McCoy."

It wasn't long before Pike, who had been talking to Dr. Boyce a moment before, joined them. He grinned.

"Jonathan here is my plus one," he explained and Scotty tried his best not to let his features slip.

He exchanged a look with Leonard, who was probably just as surprised as him. They had both expected Dr. Hudson to accompany the headmaster.

A soft smile crossed Scotty's face as he glanced briefly at Christine and Roger and thought of their story.

Perhaps even among the adults there were couples who wanted to keep their relationship a secret.

"And it's a real honor to be here."

Archer's voice snapped Scotty out of his thoughts and they talked for a while before joining the next group.

Marjory, Jim and Jaylah were standing together in a corner of the room, drinking something that was hopefully non-alcoholic.

"I just can't believe Christopher just had to bring Archer! I mean... how dare he?" Jim hissed looking over at the adults with a shocked expression.

"Hey, everyone gets to choose their own plus one," Leonard replied, shrugging his shoulders, but just as quietly.

Jim just shook his head.

"It's still incredible," he muttered and Scotty chuckled softly. It really was.

"It doesn't matter, does it? We'll stay in a celebratory mood."

"As if you haven't celebrated enough in the last few days. I've heard such stories," Marjory said with a mischievous grin. She was probably alluding to the bachelor's parties.

"Hey, it wasn't that hard!" laughed Leonard and Jaylah looked at him critically.

"We partied and drank a lot, Just Leonard. You should not lie!"

Leonard, who spotted his parents not too far away, quickly raised a finger to his lips.

"Shh, not so loud!"

Jim and Marjory just laughed and Scotty couldn't help grinning too.

"Come on, mo ghràdh, let's go check on the rest of our guests."

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

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hello everyone!! i’m super excited to be here as a personal enjoyer of cosmic horror and the supernatural :-) i’ll be writing for lee gain, local miserable accountant and the living half of a pair of twins lmao ...... unfortunately i’ll be a lil spotty in the coming days bc i have the worst timing ever lol (in the middle of a move welp), but! if u’d like to plot, please leave a like and i’ll drop by ur dms! also available on disk hoard @ iffy miffy#3901 if u would like to plot there instead!

basic rundown + extras + plots under the cut! (CW: mentioned parents & sibling death)

lee gain, 33, local from what was previously the northern village in the nari village (ok she was there for like. barely 24 hrs), now an accountant in dangam-eup spending her days in the smoking area (see: rooftop) of her workplace

bio/bg tl;dr: born the day before the singing stone appeared which killed her parents, grew up with her identical twin sister (gaeun) and grandmother, gain turned out as the more subdued twin vs gaeun the 'troublemaker’ and was even the vp of their student council during high school, during senior yr gaeun dies under uncertain circumstances which gain may or may have not been involved in

and since senior yr, gain’s been plagued with nightmares and visions of gaeun, accumulating to a lil identity crisis moment when she finds that she has a new mole on her face in the exact spot where gaeun's trademark one was :-)

gave her the death reversed card so there’s gna be some personal change and transformation going on, but is it just metaphorical/emotional??? lol guess we’ll see!

so now she’s 33 and living in an apartment with zero mirrors which. well....... isn’t great but also explains why she looks like she wears the same outfit almost every other day. bc she does

works in an accounting firm so if u need help w business finances and ur taxes then theres that! but her customer service-sona is god awful (as in she doesnt have one) so tread carefully

personality-wise, she’s erm... not exactly the most approachable w those sketchy vibes and all.... if there’s a smoking area at some resto/cafe/bar then u’ll probably find her there / the gym she goes to at like 2am bc she’s deadset on not sleeping most of the time / aimlessly walking around the island

i’d imagine she was just classically?? introverted when she was younger but post-gaeun has both hardened n fractured her shell so now she’s more deadpan + distrusting + rude (some would say a little bit like how gaeun was..... hm......)

re: the supernatural stuff, she isn’t a skeptic but it’s more of a case where she doesn’t want to believe bc then she has to entertain the idea of her dead sister trying to claim her body as an actual thing so.... take that as u will

but now theres that big squid ... welp!

now onto some v poorly thought out plots (i’m much better w brainstorming so pls let’s do that if none of these work)

this is just wishful thinking but someone who knew her from high school as the mild-mannered vp and witnessed/came back to this almost completely diff person that strangely reminds them of someone else

someone who has a familial connection to the northern village that might’ve heard abt the twins who were born right before the singing stone destroyed everything

fellow neighbour in an unnamed apt complex in dangam-eup who might think of her as a shady character not to be trusted bc she rlly does dress and act the part....

maybe u rlly do need help with ur taxes and therefore hire her services but much to ur surprise she actually gets the job done even though she looks like she’s this close to throwing something at u every time u ask a question

ok im stumped but ty for making it this far and i look forward to plotting/writing with u <3

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Finally, finally I have some time to procrastinate write some more stars anaysis!

My theory is that they're not going to get out of the solar system, basically (slight exaggeration, I just don't think they'll get very far if they do leave the planet's surface). I have no doubt that Tommy and Wilbur are technically able to get off of the planet. It would be really hard, but they say themselves, it was impossible to get off Eldinvegr. Yet they did so. I believe that Tommy and Wilbur are ingenuitive enough to leave.

My theory is based off of their loose ends, and what exactly happened when they escaped Eldingvegr. They left a lot behind. Niki is the biggest one; she's the person that they (mainly Wilbur) can point to and say "I miss her. I want her back. She was something good about Eldingvegr." But there are messier ties that they still have - Tubbo, for one. Tommy probably has some very complicated feelings about Tubbo, and he might have things that he wish he could say to him. But other things as well. The simple fact that Eldingvegr is home.

They were able to leave Eldingvegr, but they still want to go back, at some point. Only reason they haven't is because they'll literally be killed if they do.

They have loose ends on Zephys IV, too

Jack, Aimsey, Ranboo, Phil, Technoblade. The first two being more like Niki with the last three more like Tubbo in terms of how it would feel to lose them. While there is no cultural element tying the boys there like there is with Eldingvegr, Zephys IV means a lot to them. I just think about all those books Wilbur has been reading. Then I think about little bird and I just can't see them leaving for good

There's also the meta perspective of how story structure plays into this, but I think I've gone on enough

I just felt the need to explain that I believe in Tommy and Wilbur's ability to escape. I don't believe that under these conditions, where they're not being chased out, when they're trying to flee people who are technically welcoming them, they can bare to continue on into the great unknown, alone, besides each other.

And if they do have the guts to leave? Well, props to them, and that would be an incredibly interesting final arc as well. You've surprised me in your writing before, and I think you could pull anything off

Seeing them try to leave is going to be incredibly interesting, and probably heartbreaking. As you pointed out in my last ask, they're basically flashing back to the moment they left Eldingvegr. That's got to add to the emotional distress because of PTSD. Everything's gonna culminate - I'm really, really excited for it

Gonna talk about Ranboo and Jack in my next ask!

- 🔥

ooooo very good points all around, yes there are loose ends on both eldingvegr and zephys iv. but also, they COULD do it.

the thing is, they aren't planning on leaving zephys iv permanently. at least, that's not what they're thinking right now. tommy especially just needs to be out from under techno's thumb so he can think about what he actually wants to do, and wilbur is in a similar position. neither one of them can properly think through their options regarding the negotiations with so many complicated emotions spinning around their heads, which rise up every time they see phil and techno. what they both want more than anything is just time away from the two to try and think things through. but they're panicking because of their past trauma, so the only way they can think they can achieve this is by escaping again.

it'll definitely be heartbreaking I can promise you that :)

#ask #flame anon #the stars and their children

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A Heavenly Kyuubi Christmas

Dairy of Kim Kashikoi 25/12/20XX Christmas Day has been going great as the whole family is here. Well aside from Uzume who were out to help the hospital to help patients who couldn't make it home to their families (if she was here, she would certainly tell me to not feast on the Christmas food, even though some others eats more than me), Tsukoyomi who's still missing with a crew on a space mission and presumed dead. Thunder-01 is celebrating with us but he's too big to fit inside. I was surprised that Amaterasu wanted to come and visit despite not liking Inari. I know that it's not easy losing a family member but I wish that she would stop blaming Inari like that. Yokozuma agreed to be Santa this year and while we expected Drimo to be excited to see Santa we didn't think that Craw would try to get Santa's bag before everyone else, but he has to wait his turn for the presents. I guess this was what my parents felt every time I tried to open my presents early as a child. Battler is setting the mood with some Christmas music with a synthesizer, though considering him and Kiroo we might expect some boopy reggae jams. (I do quite enjoy that as well even if it doesn't fit Christmas) Radoise is a good child as always and gets the honour to put the star on the tree every year, but even though there has been no accidents I still think they should be careful with their rocket legs, Dawol who chills with hot cocoa would not like it if the tree burned. I'm thankful that Kit is able to visit and have fun with the family, which Shokom appreciates since she has worried about him being unable to talk to the girl he likes. Jedol is well, he's Jedol and always seek to be the center of attention and is the only one who noticed that I was taking pictures of everyone. We do the best we can to have great Christmas here at Heavenly Kyuubi. --- This was originally posted on my Patreon which also has a higher resolution version of it. Support my art on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/CyborgLucario?ty=h Tumblr: http://cyborg-lucario.tumblr.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/CyborgLucario Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/cyborg-lucario.bsky.social Pillowfort: https://www.pillowfort.social/ Deviantart: https://cyborg-lucario.deviantart.com/ Furaffinity: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/cyborg-ninja/ Weasyl: https://www.weasyl.com/~cyborglucario Newgrounds: https://cyborg-lucario.newgrounds.com/ Steam: cyborg_lucario Ko-fi: http://ko-fi.com/cyborglucario Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/alexis_strype Gumroad: https://gumroad.com/jackalland Redbubble: https://www.redbubble.com/people/Cyborg-Lucario/shop?asc=u Teepublic: http://tee.pub/lic/0PMOekCYlSQ Streaming site: https://streamlabs.com/cyborg_lucario/v2 Youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKUwsbbVZQ8dlboeIdt4K_A Secondary Youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmq8wbYFSCUSt2veyy2DK6Q Throne wishlist: https://throne.com/alexis_strype

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Daughter of wonderwoman au where marinette finds out her mother is actually Diana and somehow it ends up with her meeting/being introduced to the batfam maybe because she has super strength and is seen yeeting some bad guys who tried to mug her... Or something.

“... you are running from your problems, Mari,” Adrien’s exasperated voice reminded his best friend. Again. She ignored him, and he threw his hands up in exasperation. “Look, you don’t have to do anything about it! Nobody would hold it against you if you decided to just, ignore that you found anything out at all. But you need to actually think about what we just found out and decide whether or not you’re gonna do anything—“ he side-stepped a piece of trash that went flying in his direction. “—or if you’re gonna move on and pretend nothing happened.”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” Marinette shot back, pushing her bangs out of her face and tying her hair back with one hand.

“No, you’re currently hiding away in Gotham to avoid your parents while you beat up every random group of idiots who thinks you’re an easy mark,” he retorted. Another wannabe kidnapper went flying in his direction, making him sigh and side step again. She had thrown that one with only her one free hand, showing just how upset she was. “You’re ignoring everything in your life, which is not what we meant we said you should get a little space.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Marinette dropkicked the last criminal into unconsciousness before stepping back and putting her hands on her hips. She looked over at the now seven passed out men in the alleyway, and the one very frustrated ex-model pinching the bride of his nose. “I think I’m coping just fine.”

“It’s better than being forced to suppress all of your emotions, sure,” Adrien reluctantly agreed. “But not by much. Your angry rampage through Gotham has already attracted more attention,” he raised his hand to point at a nearby rooftop. Several shadows lurked there, looming over the building’s edge. “Which, might I add, is exactly why I told you not to come to Gotham.”

“You’re the one who followed me here,” she shot back before turning to the shadowy figures above them. “Go ahead and come down! But it was self defense, and you can’t arrest or beat me up for defending myself!”

The first figure to drop down straightened your just as quickly, revealing the imposing figure of none other than Batman himself. The little white eyes on his cowl seemed to narrow on their own as he looked down at her.

“That might be true, but I’m sure you know my policy on metas in my city,” he grumbled back at her. He wasn’t necessarily threatening, but he definitely wasn’t welcoming either. With all of his limbs hidden behind the cocoon that was his cape, Marinette would never be able to predict his next move if he did decide to fight. Not that she seemed particularly worried about that as she crossed her arms over her chest and met his glare evenly.

“Oh, do you own this city now? I wasn’t given the memo,” she retorted. “And considering I didn’t even know I was a meta until last week? I think I deserve a little slack. I’m angry and if people think the tiny little girl in pink is an easy kidnapping target, then it’s their fault for making themselves into the perfect practice dummies for me to try out my newly discovered strength on.”

Adrien saw the eyes on Batman’s mask narrow even further. Marinette wasn’t exactly at her most charismatic at the moment, and Adrien didn’t wanna get the both of them into a bad relationship with the experienced superhero who always seemed to know things he shouldn’t know. So he stepped up quickly, getting in between Marinette and the Bat and holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Okay, Monsieur Batman,” Adrien started slowly, making sure his posture was impeccable and his smile bright. “She’s telling the truth, even if she’s not... the most tactful about it right now. She just found out some very concerning things about her origin and Gotham is the best place for her to hide from her problems and let loose a little pent up aggression. But— well,” he grimaced. “We didn’t intend to run into you guys, but maybe it’s a good thing we did.”

“How so?” Batman was clearly still incredibly suspicious of the both of them and wasn’t giving an inch. So Marinette rolled her eyes (she was still very moody) and leaned around Adrien so she could get a good look at the monochromatic hero.

“I thank my lucky spots that we ran into you, Batman!” She said monotonously. “Me and Adrien are paw-sitively excited at this opportunity.”

Batman. Froze.

Not only were those two lines the very first lines ever spoken to him by two foreign heroes a few years ago (with a few key words changed to protect identities), but they had become their code phrase for whenever they made calls to one another outside of their costumes. All at once it seemed to hit him— the golden hair and bright green eyes on the boy, the blue-black hair and normally super-focused bluebell eyes on the girl that were currently sporting very uncharacteristic frustration. Their heights. Their builds. All of this info flowed through his mind and compared to the information stored in his memory, and it only took the span of two seconds for everything to click.

Suddenly Batman was at full attention, back straight instead of looming over them and eyebrows clearly raised high under his cowl.

He knew Chat Noir and Ladybug would never take a random vacation to Gotham. Ladybug herself had nearly waxed poetic about how much the city depressed her just from the pictures she saw online. If she had willingly come to visit, it was more than to just blow off some steam.

“Batcave?” He asked, earning a relieved look from Adrien and a moody silence from Marinette.

“Please,” Adrien agreed. “You can probably help us, actually.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette leaned back in the metal debriefing chair, legs up on the table and looking for all the world as the picture of pure teenage rebellion and angst. Coincidentally, Red Hood was in the exact same position in the chair next to her.

Batman and all of his other bats and birds were in the cave with the two off-duty Parisian heroes. Everyone except Adrien and Marinette still had their masks on, since the two Parisians were still not privy to their identities. Yet.

To be fair, the bats hadn’t known the identities of the two miraculous users either before today.

“Cha Noir,” Batman started, only to get a head shake from the blond boy.

“Just call me Adrien. Chat’s out of the bag—“ he ignored the groans at the pun and soldiered on, “—so might as well use my real name.”

Batman nodded. “Adrien, then,” he amended. “Why are you and Ladybug really in Gotham?”

Adrien sighed. “I wasn’t lying, before. Marinette,” he gestured to his hero partner. “Just found out some distressing family news. Since HawkMoth is gone, she doesn’t need to repress her negative emotions anymore. But she also didn’t want to be around her parents while she processed everything. I told her to choose any other city— really, I begged— but she insisted on coming to Gotham.”

“The never ending cloud cover and constant rain seem thematic,” she finally spoke up, reaching into her big over-the-shoulder bag and pulling out a large envelope. She threw it to Batman, making the thin package slice through the air like a knife. To nobody’s surprise the seasoned hero easily caught the projectile between two fingers. He looked at the envelope and back to Marinette, silent questions floating in the air between them. Marinette decided to answer at her own pace.

“That’s what we found out. You see, one of my friends is a huge science nerd. A genius. And he wanted to compare DNA samples between us to see if there were any genetic components that determined a person’s suitability towards certain Miraculous or other magical artifacts over others. It was supposed to just be a fun side project that he didn’t expect any breakthroughs on. He mostly just wanted to satisfy his own curiosity. But instead of finding out if our DNA was linked to the miraculous, he found out that my parents are not biologically my parents.”

“Hence the whole just finding out that you’re a meta thing, right?” Nightwing spoke up, fully invested in the story. “Did they never say you were adopted before?”

“It’s not in the system,” she replied easily. “My parents have all the documentation to prove that I’m their biological child, except I’m not. When I confronted them about it, they caved and admitted that they had adopted me in secret and covered it up. Apparently a friend of theirs was involved in something illegal, and,” she waved at the envelope that Batman was now opening. “The details of what we were able to dig up are in there. The summary is this; their friend was part of a secret, illegal experimentation to create clones that could defeat the Justice League—“ the air seemed to get sucked out of the room as soon as those words left Marinette’s mouth. Everyone seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. “—a group called CADMUS. They made me, as apparently one of their early attempts. But I didn’t exhibit any of the powers they were looking for, or any meta traits at all, and my body refused to mature at the rate they wanted. They had no use for a seemingly normal human baby that they managed to clone, so they were preparing to kill me and start over. That’s when my parent’s friend stole me, not wanting to kill an infant, and begged my parents to take me in and pretend I was theirs. Low and behold, it turns out that my DNA just needed a very specific series of emotions to unlock it’s latent abilities.”

“Those emotions being..?” Red hood trailed off, earning a wolfish smile from Marinette.

“Intense anger, betrayal, and confused frustration closely followed by the desire to punch other people’s faces in.”

“That last one is just an assumption,” Adrien chimed in. “And maybe not accurate. But the first three, our scientist friend was able to confirm. The rapid experience of a lot of negative but action-oriented emotions released whatever had been holding back the powers in her DNA from expressing themselves,” he had switched to French so that he could explain everything exactly as Max had told it to them, but he knew all of them were fluent anyway so it was fine. They nodded along, processing the information.

The crinkling of paper drew everyone’s attention back to Batman, who had been flipping through the detailed break down of everything they had found about Marinette’s situation and how she was made by CADMUS.

“Uh,” Red Robin nervously spoke up. “What’s up, Batman?”

“Your genetic donors...” Batman breathed, getting a wink and finger guns from Marinette.

“Yup. Isn’t that just the most fucked up thing you’ve ever seen? They were clearly trying to make someone who could destroy the world.”

“That makes me nervous,” Nightwing admitted, getting up and going to get a look at the papers himself. “It can’t be that ba—“

When even Nightwing was left agape, everyone else who wasn’t in on it found themselves squirming.

“Just tell the rest of us, already!” Robin demanded after the silence stretched just a bit too long.

“The unknowing genetic donors that CADMUS used to make me,” Marinette spoke up, still with her legs up on the table. “Are a very mad-scientist’s-wet-dream combination of Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, and Wonder Woman.”

“We don’t even know why they added Bruce Wayne’s DNA,” Adrien admitted. “Although our scientist friend thinks it’s because of physique. His hypothesis is that, in order to support the genes of Wonder Woman, they had to add male genetics that could support the production of a very high muscle mass and would lean towards easy development of a very athletic body. Lex might be evil-scientist smart, but he’s a string bean. But if he added the DNA of another multi millionaire who just so happens to maintain a ridiculously fit body without putting any obvious work into it,” Adrien shrugged. “Then maybe the clone would be able to support Wonder Woman’s genetics and that of two human donors without falling apart.”

“So I’m ‘the clone’ now, huh?” Marinette snarked, earning an exasperated eye roll from her friend.

Batman just stared at the both of them for a moment. He walked away without a word, and came back with a fresh needle and a box. He placed it on the debriefing table.

“Can I do a paternity test myself?” He asked, his voice suspiciously less gruff than normal. “I trust the both of you, but I rather be safe than sorry with something like this.”

The both of them just stared at him in confusion. They traded a glance, and finally Marinette shrugged and moved to sit in her chair properly. Her shirt was already short sleeved, so she just held her arm out so Batman could easily get a blood sample.

“Sure, why not. But do you just have Lex Luthor or Bruce Wayne’s DNA sitting around to compare, or—“ she shut up when she watched Batman take off his glove and roll his own sleeve up. Realization slowly sunk in as he asked Nightwing to take a blood sample from him.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, eyes wide. “You’re— and Luthor doesn’t know— holy shit this is even worse than I thought,” Marinette rambled, not even noticing as Red Hood moved forward and took a small blood sample from her.

Adrien put a hand over his face and just laughed for a moment hysterically. “Oh my god,” he looked over at Marinette. “You could take over the world.”

“I have the blood of Batman AND Wonder Woman on MY side,” Marinette joked back, also hysterical.

When the bat’s high tech equipment was able to come back with a positive result only a few minutes later, Marinette and Adrien had to sit on the floor and just let it all sink in. Which Batman did not at all help by immediately unmasking himself and trying to make a proper introduction.

“I wanna go beat up random thugs again,” Marinette whined, pulling at her hair. “I’ll put on a mask, whatever, but just please let me punch people. I need to punch people right now.”

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