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→ “your colorful secrets.” || jang wonyoung x reader fic.

— weeks after the event which you call "the weirdest thing that's ever happened all year", wonyoung approaches you about your 'strange' behavior towards her in the most 'wonyoung' way possible...

word count: 10.6k

dynamic: dom!mean girl!jang wonyoung x sub!nerd!reader.

content warnings: smut, fingering, clit play, nipple play, masturbation (for like, a minute lmao), overstimulation, mommy kink, degradation.

requested? : kind of!

a/n: well, we finally made it ya'll! 😭😭💞 i feel like i'm gonna say this about every fic i write here from now on but PHEWWW THIS QUITE LITERALLY TOOK FOREVER?? but i was more than happy to flesh this little universe out more and revisit our favorite mean girl and her awkward nerd <33 just like you guys, "magic words" is one of my favorite things that i have written so even though this kinda took me wayyy too long to finish, I WAS SO HAPPY THAT I STILL DID IT UEUEUE MEAN GIRL WONY MY BELOVED 🥺💓 anyhow, i really, really hope you guys enjoy this and here's to more mean girl wonys in the future hehehe

p.s. i hope ya'll don't get bored too easily bcs wow there's a shit ton of talking in the first half of this fic—

previous: magic words.

jang wonyoung was late.

to class.

which wasn’t exactly all that surprising considering she thinks she can do whatever she wants. but she was never late to class. you would know—you were always waiting until she entered the room. it was like you were never calm until she appeared, but that was because you have had the biggest, lamest crush on her all year. even the professor took a pause when he called wonyoung’s name for attendance and nobody was there to respond with “i’m here, professor~” and a cheeky smile. you stared at the empty seat in the middle of the classroom, wonyoung’s seat, and wondered what could’ve been in her way for her to—

“just hold on for mommy, ‘kay?”

you dropped your pen, covering your red face with your hands. your seatmate gave you a brief look before going back to reading her notes. did you really have to think about that first thing in the morning? well, it wasn’t as if it was all you have been thinking about for the past two weeks: wonyoung’s lips on yours, her hands all over you, her sweet voice soothing you, and her eyes looking at you like you were her last meal… you still couldn’t believe that entire thing even happened!

ever since then, things have been really weird. a lot of people looked at you more when before wonyoung fucked you, you were usually ignored which you liked. and you knew everybody whispered about you and wonyoung too. neither of you were being discreet in that room in the library that day so you heard all sorts of things from your fellow students the day after. usually about how they didn’t think you were that kind of girl, or how they never thought wonyoung would ever consider fucking ‘someone like you’. see, other people would be mad if they heard some strangers say all those things about them but actually, you agreed with them.

everything about that day went against a lot of things that you thought about yourself. well, you weren’t planning on staying a virgin forever but you really didn’t expect for it to be taken by jang wonyoung of all people!

“come on, baby. give me a show.”

you squeezed your thighs together, your heart hammering inside your chest. god, it almost felt like wonyoung was right up against your ear—talking to you and berating you for thinking about her 24/7 after she fucked you. you felt your core clench upon remembering how warm wonyoung’s hands were, how her fingers felt ramming inside you… god, you wanted it all again. but there was no way she would agree to that, right? knowing wonyoung and the kind of girl that she was, that would be the only time she would fuck you, right?

a pink jacket catches your attention, making you look up from your thighs. jang wonyoung has finally arrived. she was talking to the professor as she sat in her seat, all smiles and giggles as usual. she throws a brief glance over her shoulder, sharp eyes meeting yours. you didn’t miss the way the corner of her mouth lifted up, smirking at you as she eyed you down. you didn’t even know how the fuck she was able to do that within a millisecond of looking at you, but she did it anyway and it only made you squirm in your seat.

oh, how pathetic you were. you’ve been feeling all sorts of things after wonyoung fucked you, but you never knew what to do about them. for now, you just wanted to get through another day of being in wonyoung’s presence despite everything that’s happened. she hasn’t spoken much to you since that day and you doubted that anything was going to change—she’s jang wonyoung after all. you were probably just another hook-up to her, something she’s bound to forget about in a week or so.

(see, that was just all kinds of wrong because right at this moment, all the nosy people who were staring at wonyoung can clearly see how she spared your pitiful figure by the window little glances every other minute with a sly smile on her face. she didn’t make an effort to be discreet. she never does. when jang wonyoung likes something, she is going to let people know—she has to! or else they’ll all just think you’re up for grabs.

no. wonyoung was going to show them only she can really pull all the nice girls in this school. especially you—(y/n) (l/n), the campus’ adorably awkward bookworm who’s very endearingly clumsy despite her well-put appearance. god, how wonyoung had become obsessed with you and you had absolutely no idea.

but it was more than just your character too. for a while now, actually ever since she fucked you, something about you has been bothering her mind. it’s made her unable to stop thinking about you and truthfully, it fucking pissed her off so much that she had to brainstorm a plan, a solution, for it. which became the reason why she was late today. will wonyoung actually execute it? who knows! for now, she can stare at you scribbling on your notes and laugh to herself because she knew, oh she so knew, that every time you paused, shut your eyes, and shook your head—you were thinking about her.)

thankfully, the class ended after another hour and a half. halfway through it all, you got bored and opted to stare out the window. so much so that you didn’t realize class was over until the familiar scent of money and local fame wafted into your nose—wonyoung had walked past you, and she winked at you. you found yourself freezing up in your seat, so fucking pathetic. nobody seemed to notice what wonyoung had just done which was fortunate for you! with bright red cheeks and ears, you packed up our belongings in record time and swiftly power-walked your way out of the classroom.

the attention that was put on you as you walked along the hallways of the building was annoying, for the lack of a better word. it seems like everybody was looking at you as if this was the very first instance of a loser somehow ‘getting’ the popular girl to sleep with her. sometimes, you wish it never happened. as good as it felt, the aftermath was almost not worth it. you’ve heard cruel things being said about you after that day and to save your enrollment, you kept yourself quiet and pretended like you were unaware. except that you weren’t, so every time you make eye contact with someone and they start whispering to their friend or something, it only adds up to that pool of anger that was slowly building up from the pit of your stomach.

still, you couldn’t bring yourself to blame wonyoung for it all. you were part of the act as much as she was but you also can’t say that you brought all this attention and rumors to yourself. you blamed the other girl’s stupid reputation, actually. but it’s not like you can rewind time and make yourself leave that goddamn room when you thought wonyoung was never going to come. there was no point in dwelling on it now. it happened and you have to live with the consequences. being talked about isn’t half as bad as the threat of your scholarship getting revoked anyway.

you were right on the other side of the building when you realized you had no idea where you wanted to go. you just wanted to get out of that classroom, away from wonyoung’s sights so she can’t have you acting up in front of everybody. not that you would actually be able to make stable eye contact with her anyway. naturally, you found yourself marching towards the washroom. you were nearing to the door when you heard a few girls chattering lively.

you entered the washroom and there stood in front of the mirror were kim jiwon and shim jayoon—your acquaintances and wonyoung’s super smart best friends from one of the science programs. they were the last people you wanted to see face-to-face and for good reason! as soon as they saw you, they squealed and grabbed your arm, yanking you to stand in front of the mirror with them. “there’s the woman of the hour!” jiwon teased, lightly pinching your cheek.

“more like woman of the week—literally nobody is shutting up about you! this must feel like heaven.” jayoon nudges your arm, firmly believing that you liked all of the attention you were getting when you really didn’t. you would do anything to be invisible again.

“is this really what it feels like to be popular? i hate it,” you grumbled, earning a sigh from jayoon. “i don’t know how you guys ever manage.”

“you have an outdated opinion about all of this, baby girl! don’t you like having everyone’s eyes on you? now they’ll see how much of a pretty little thing you are—it’s great!” jiwon said. no, she was not very successful in convincing you that this wasn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened in your academic life so far. but you decided that you wouldn’t fight her on it and instead, stand idly between the two girls while they gossiped and twirled and played with your hair.

you were completely signed off from the conversation; the only thing in your mind was the feeling of wonyoung’s hands in your hair while she kissed you. unconsciously, you touched your lips with your fingers. fuck.

“oh, you’ve got it bad, huh?” jiwon teases.

“hey, don’t blame (y/n)! wonyoung’s a good kisser—i’d miss her lips too,” jayoon sighs dreamily. then she gasps and grips your forearm tightly. “do you want to fuck her again?” she asked with shiny eyes.

“w-what?!”

“where’d you get your information from, jayoon? wonyoung fucked her.”

“oh, right!”

you covered your face with your hands, “please stop talking.”

jayoon forcefully pries your hand off your face, “listen, gaeul-sunbae is having a party next week and we’ll be there with wonyoung! you should come! we’ll make sure to get you guys a room.” jayoon says with a wink. god, they’d let the two of you fuck in a house full of your schoolmates?! that would just add onto your world of troubles.

“i’m not going to any party and i’m never sleeping with wonyoung again, okay? i just—i want this all to end. i hate it when i’m looked at.” you gently wiggled yourself out of the two girls’ hold and once again marched towards the door.

“you shouldn’t have fucked her then.” jayoon says with a shrug as you reach for the handle, making you pause.

“she fucked me.” you corrected your friend before swinging the door open and exiting the washroom.

“yeah jayoon get your facts straight!” you heard jiwon laugh as you bolted out of the washroom. you rolled your eyes, shaking your head, and glaring at the first person you saw in the hallway. the person in question raised an eyebrow before turning to talk with his friend, eyes lingering on your leaving figure.

gosh, this school was a nightmare.

nevertheless, you survive the long walk back to your classroom without sparing another person a glance. did you bump into people because you absolutely refused to look up? yes! did you care? not at all. it was much, much better than dealing with the scrutiny in everyone’s eyes. apparently, sex was only a problem when the girl who wanted nothing to do with it actually did it. every time you remembered how everyone in the library looked at you after you and wonyoung left that private room, you wanted to scream. literally. all of the negative things that came after the event made you forget about the sweet stuff. like the way wonyoung insisted on driving you home, how she walked you to a bus stop when you refused to ride with her, how she patiently and wordlessly waited for your bus with you, and how she gave you a kiss on the cheek when your bus did arrive.

but what good was having wonyoung’s attention if everybody was also going to look at you, but in a worse light?

you knew it probably wasn’t fair, but you grew a tiny bit of resentment towards the popular girl.

you entered your classroom after a deep breath—eyes glued to the ground and hands hidden under the straps of your backpack. it felt like you were back in high school all over again. this sucked so bad. but unfortunately, getting to your seat was only a bumpy road! all you had to do was not look up and start reading material once you’ve sat down. it should be so easy. of course, fate had other ideas.

wonyoung had bumped into you while walking towards her own seat, forcing you to tear your gaze from the ground to look at her. oh, she was so pretty—no, (y/n)! “sorry.” wonyoung says with a cheeky smile. (she was excited that she finally got you to look at her. and as expected…) you blushed, merely looking away from the other girl before rushing to your seat. you heard a few giggles behind you which only confirmed your suspicions—it was definitely planned. it didn’t help that your cheeks and ears were flushed red… gosh, even your neck felt warm. you know what also didn’t help? how wonyoung’s intense gaze didn’t leave your figure for a while. you could feel her staring at you like you were some piece of meat for her to devour and you weren’t even exaggerating by saying all that!

it was the same kind of look she was giving you right before she kissed you that day. despite your resistance, you met wonyoung’s stare. you noticed that she was surprised to see you raise your head, but it looked like it pleased her more than anything. wonyoung tilts her head and smiles slyly at you while her eyes travel from your hands, your exposed thighs, to your legs… now who knew jang wonyoung could be such a pervert? you squeezed your thighs together, glaring slightly at wonyoung who merely giggled before finally turning around and facing the front.

things like that—wonyoung’s attention, her interest, her affection—were the only good to come out from that hook-up. the rest? the side-eyes, the rumors, the whispers, the unwanted popularity spike? you wanted nothing to do with it. but, again, it wasn’t like you could reverse time.

so, you were going to do what you’ve always been good at: hide yourself to the point of invisibility. it’s never failed you before, and it shouldn’t now.

the only challenge was jang wonyoung herself—will she let you out of her sight?

you didn’t want to think about the most obvious answer. instead, you tried your damned hardest to not think about her at all for the rest of the day. you poured all of your attention to the lectures, the coursework, and the notes. basically anything just to avoid hearing her voice in your head again. at least it wasn’t as bad as the first few days after she fucked you. during those times, you quite literally replayed the entire thing in your head every minute. it wasn’t surprising that you ended up failing a few small quizzes around that time.

when you’ve put every belonging you had in your backpack, you practically rushed to get up from your seat and headed to the door. avoiding every eye that latched onto your figure. you successfully passed wonyoung’s seat without trouble until…

“ah, (y/n)! finally, i can talk to you.”

ms. lim, the professor for your last class of the day, calls you. you turned around with a tight-lipped smile on your face, reluctantly walking closer to the teacher’s desk while most of your classmates walked out of the door. wonyoung was still in the room. she was staring. fuck, why is she always staring?!

“i wanted to thank you for all the help you gave last week for jiyoung’s little… ‘art for amateurs’ club.” ms. lim sighed at the name (she has always hated it but ms. kim jiyoung, her fiancé, loved it too much to change it) and smiled up at you.

“no need for thanks, ma’am. i was passing by the art room that day and i just thought i’d help.” you hear a few people shuffle behind you. more students walking out. a flash of pink walks by behind you. wonyoung. you blinked and smiled at the professor, acting as normal as you could.

“if you don’t mind, i need you to do another favor for me,” ms. lim opens up one of her drawers and carefully takes out a lunch bag from it. the professor smiles sheepishly at you. “i hate to ask my students to do little chores like this. but i’m going to be preoccupied with grading and lesson plans for the rest of the day and that idiot jiyoung forgot to grab her food from me.”

you chuckled lightly, “hard to imagine ms. kim of all people would forget about her food. i’ll take it to her, no worries.” you carefully held the lunch bag in your hands and smiled at your professor.

“thank you, (y/n). she’s been all over the place lately! worrying about this one special pupil of hers that she’s practically begging to put up a piece of her work in the walls of the art building. it’s a whole thing, i won’t bore you about it. run along.” ms. lim waves you off with a laugh. you bowed to the professor before happily exiting the classroom with ms. kim’s lunch bag in hand. when you left the room, you saw that the hallways were still quite full with students lounging about—looks like it wasn’t going to be an easy walk to the fine arts building but oh well.

the first hurdle was squeezing through a crowd of jocks from different teams creating a ruckus in the middle of the hallway. the second struggle was nearly getting picked on by said jocks when they just so happened to notice you sneaking by. thankfully, a nice cheerleader with red hair diverted their attention so you could slip away. it was a quiet and pleasant walk along the school courtyard towards the fine arts building from there, with only the wind and soft rustling of leaves accompanying you.

the building was quiet, save for your own footsteps. usually, the hallways would be filled with sounds of casual chatter and the muffled voices of instructors and students alike. you had to say though, you much rather preferred the silence. it was comforting. you were usually surrounded with a lot of yelling, hollering, and laughing which sometimes wasn’t all that bad but considering everything that’s been happening the fast few days… yeah, this was preferable.

it didn’t take long for you to reach ms. kim’s classroom, and there you were met with a vast empty room littered with half-finished paintings and beautiful illustrations created by the students and ms. kim herself. there was a backpack and a big canvas set near the back of the classroom but you pay it no mind. it was common for students to stay after school hours just to kill time or work on their projects. you put down the lunch bag on ms. kim’s desk, all the more ready to turn around and leave when a particular painting caught your eye.

it wasn’t anything special by any means. in fact, it was buried behind more colorful paintings and you could only see half of it. you approached the painting, looking around the other canvases just to see it in full. it didn’t look finished, but then again maybe that was part of the appeal. the painting was that of an arrangement of beautiful flowers in a jar, they were wilting. or maybe they were just coming to life, looking at the soft streams of sunlight that shone down on them.

regardless, you didn’t have the luxury to analyze the painting any further when you heard shuffling behind you. alarmed, you turned your head quickly and… well, fuck.

“wonyoung…”

the tall girl clad in pinks and blues smiles at you. it wasn’t a very comforting smile.

“the one and only,” well, that sounded familiar. you watched as wonyoung threads the ends of her hair using her dainty little fingers. a smirk dances on her lips while she stares you down, very much liking how she has rendered you speechless with her mere presence. a bit of a dramatic statement but it was true! “how’d you like my work?” wonyoung asked, eyes quickly flickering over to the flower painting behind you.

you followed her stare, but quickly looked back at her in shock. “you painted that?” you gasped.

“you make me sound like i’m just a stupid bimbo,” wonyoung sighs dramatically. “of course, i painted it. would anyone else’s work look as gorgeous?” ‘charming’ as ever, wonyoung flips her hair over her shoulder with a smug look on her pretty face. you turned away, very quickly rolling your eyes before settling them back on the painting. you were impressed. you wouldn’t have guessed that wonyoung of all people would have that kind of talent, but then again, she is one of the class-toppers and nobody knows who she is exactly.

“it’s beautiful.” you admitted. you heard wonyoung chuckle, but she doesn’t say much else. you don’t look back at her, choosing to stare at her painting instead. again, something stopped you from looking further into it. wonyoung stood beside you, briefly looking at her painting with a somber look on her face before quickly covering it up with her usual cheeky, queen bitch smile. it was dead silent. did you even want to speak to her? for two weeks, you’ve resented all the attention that was given to you because of her. you’ve glared at the back of her head, cursed her in your mind whenever some students whispered about you… but somehow, you’re the one who’s tongue-tied now that you were actually alone with her.

it was confusing—feelings, that is. hell, the last real face-to-face interaction you’ve had with her was on that day. when she kissed your cheek before you got on your bus.

“wasn’t expecting you to be here, (y/n),” wonyoung unzips her pink jacket, slowly taking it off before putting it on an empty seat. you watched her from the corner of your eye, she was taking deep breaths and you could hear her. then she fixes her hair and turns around wearing a glowing smile. “but this is just perfect.” she steps towards you and instinctively, you jolted backwards.

“i-i just dropped something off for ms. kim… from ms. lim, i mean. i should get going.” well, it wasn’t going to be easy! what with wonyoung being inside your personal bubble and your heart beating so fast that you can’t quite hear your own thoughts. it didn’t help that she towered over you, and again, her perfume was a fucking weapon—rendering you immobile.

“don’t be like that, (y/n). i’m upset with you.” wonyoung says with a pout. cute, but you really shouldn’t let your stupid crush on her stop you from just getting the hell away! wonyoung was fascinated with the way your eyes wandered. she knew that no matter how angry you were with her, she was always going to have the same effect on you. and it was delicious. being able to have that much of an impact on someone.

“you never called or texted me. i was waiting, especially after i sent you home,” wonyoung stands even closer and for a second, you actually saw some kind of emotion in her eyes. dissatisfaction, perhaps. “didn’t know you were like that, (y/n).”

“i d-didn’t even think you’d want me to contact you after… after all of that.”

“i wouldn’t have given you my number if i didn’t want you begging for more of me over the phone, dumbass.” wonyoung bumps your shoulder with her own as she walks past you. the way you looked (confused and… so fucking stupid) must’ve made her pissed, judging by the way she started dragging her equipment around with her eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring at you every now and then. you stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the hem of your uniform. you should really leave. you had things to do at home! this wasn’t a time to waste with someone who was mad at you and someone you were mad with.

all it takes was a period of silence to remind of how much wonyoung affected your life. and suddenly all the anger was back. the longer you stood there and looked at her, the more it boiled up and threatened to tip over. but you were going to be mature. you were going to leave the classroom and go on with your life, leaving it all (wonyoung) behind.

“i have a few ideas on how you can make it up to me though.” wonyoung averts her gaze from the empty canvas in front of her to you.

given the way she was looking at you—or rather, has been looking at you, wonyoung was up to no good. and if you wanted any chance to redeem the little reputation you had in this academy, you had to be strong and not get swayed by her and her pretty little face and those soft lips and that mesmerizing pair of eyes. you shook your head, “i am not fucking with you again, wonyoung.”

the taller girl laughed, “what? did it look like i was going to make you do that? gee, (y/n), it takes one hook-up to corrupt you, huh?” wonyoung laughs, a smirk making its way to her face when she sees you glaring daggers at her. “you’re going to be my muse.” she says, crossing her arms and scanning you up and down. gosh, she didn’t even bother to hide the lust behind her stare… but you could tell that her statement wasn’t a joke.

“you’re… going to paint me?” you asked. wonyoung hums, staring right at you as she pulled her hair up to a ponytail, quietly anticipating your answer while you stood idly by the windows.

“only reason i’m here is because ms. kim has been begging for me to put something of my own up in the hallways. usually i would just refuse but the lady’s been nice to me since i stepped a foot in this school so why not? plus, what’s a better subject than my latest and possibly most popular fling?” wonyoung gives you a very sarcastic smile that makes you roll your eyes. you seriously needed to get out of here.

you were more than ready to leave until you remembered the way wonyoung’s eyes looked when she confronted you about the silence you gave her. then a pang of guilt hits you the more you think about her actions after the two of you hooked up. the walking together, the waiting together, and the kiss on the cheek. maybe attempting to cut her off was a dick move on your part…

“okay.”

wonyoung’s face visibly lights up. adorable.

“where do you want me?” you asked, blushing at the sight of the cute look on her face. all of your activities can wait. you wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself knowing that you were potentially hurting someone. albeit unintentionally and the person in question being your best slash worst nightmare.

“just sit in front of me and we’ll figure it out from there.” and so, you and wonyoung get to work. well, of course it was mostly her doing the work while you just sat on a stool and listened carefully to whatever she told you.

oddly enough, the weight of her stare wasn’t as intimidating or nerve-wracking like it usually was. wonyoung had a certain softness in her eyes as she studied your features closely, and every time you figured that she saw something she liked, something would sparkle behind those beautiful brown eyes. watching wonyoung in what seems to be her natural environment… well, ‘unexpected’ would be the understatement of the year. you figured it would be parties and social clubs and outlet malls but then again, nobody really knew wonyoung.

getting so much as a glimpse of the untouchable popular girl was truly something. and despite everything that’s happened you find yourself feeling the way you did the first time you laid eyes on her on campus during freshman year. awestruck, with your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you desperately tried to look at something that isn’t her but ultimately failing. wonyoung gives you a smile, and it wasn’t her usual cheeky-teasing one. she looked… bashful? and is that a hint of pink on her cheeks?

it was strange to see, but you ended up smiling a little at the sight of a rare cute wonyoung. the tall girl’s cheeks show a deeper shade of pink as soon as your lips curled up in a smile, making you giggle a little. not a lot of words were shared between the two of you after that as wonyoung completely immerses herself in her work. and during that entire time you just stared at her, admiring her focused state. you wondered if she was concerned at all about making a mistake—her hand moved skillfully across the canvas with the attitude of someone that was sure about their abilities. you would hear an occasional tut partnered with a quick hum and followed by a quiet, satisfied laugh, giving you the impression that wonyoung was confident about the picture she was painting of you.

you’ve never been more curious in your life. you wanted to know how wonyoung sees you. it would be from an artist’s perspective but maybe you’ll see even a spot of how wonyoung truly sees you deep inside. especially after everything that has gone down between the two of you, and especially after her reaction to you forcing yourself to forget her existence for two weeks. it’s not like you were looking for any chance of the popular girl returning your feelings, you just wanted to know if you were anything to her at all. maybe you’ll get to know it here.

“(y/n),” wonyoung snaps you back into reality. she beckons you over with a proud look on her face. “come over here. see if you like it.”

soon enough, you were standing beside wonyoung, staring at the most impressive painting in the room. it was you; sitting on that stool wearing a gentle smile, but almost half of your entire form was covered by a slightly see-through curtain and the tiniest streams of sunlight. at first glance, the painting looks incomplete or rather, abruptly finished but it looks perfect in your eyes. and on wonyoung’s eyes too, judging by the way she looked at her own work with approval.

“it’s beautiful, wonyoung.” you said with a grateful smile.

“mhm. it’s y—” wonyoung pauses, and clears her throat. “obviously.” she said, chuckling awkwardly and flipping her hair over her shoulder with less flair than usual. you did not know what the hell that was all about. (“it’s you.” wonyoung wanted to say. but she bit her tongue real quick. why? well, jang wonyoung was not one to try to woo a nerd of all things like that! but really though—it’s you. of course it’s beautiful.)

you were admiring the painting some more and the longer you did, the more you noticed just how many details wonyoung put into it. from the slight crinkle of your eyes while you’re smiling down to that tiny little scar you had on your right cheek. amazing.

“w-wait, you’re going to put this up in this building?” you asked, now blushing wildly. it’s not even that you were embarrassed of having your face put up in the fine hallways of this campus (there have been many instances of your face being plastered everywhere because of your very impressive achievements as an honor student). it’s the fact that wonyoung was involved in all of this that makes it all complicated.

“no.”

surprised, you looked at wonyoung with slightly widened eyes. she worked hard for this painting for the sole reason of putting it up, and now she won’t? maybe she sensed your discomfort at the thought of putting up a painting of you made by wonyoung, which you know would just repeat the never-ending nightmare of being surrounded by rumors all over again. you would ask the tall girl to give you a reason why, but you noticed that she was standing closer to you now, eyes darkened and very much drawing you in.

just like last time.

“for my eyes only.” wonyoung says quietly. she was referring to the painting, sure, but she was looking at you the entire time. the implication makes your face heat up, and suddenly you’re finding it hard to do anything else except to just stand there. obnoxiously close to wonyoung with your eyes constantly flickering up and down from her eyes to her lips. you remember what those lips taste like, how they feel moving against yours. what you would give to feel and taste them all over again.

“i need a break,” wonyoung’s gaze pierces through your own, inviting you in. “don’t you?”

and all it took was the slightest nod of your head for wonyoung to lock your lips in a searing kiss with her own.

god, it felt like your chest collapsed within itself. your hands immediately cup wonyoung’s cheeks, and having learned a few things from the last time you kissed her, you were much, much better at keeping up with her despite your heartbeat running a mile a minute. wonyoung’s own hands were on your hips, pulling you closer until she started undoing the ribbon on your uniform. then, she unbuttoned your shirt, forcing herself out of the kiss and putting her lips on your neck as she did so. it was hard trying to keep yourself quiet with the way wonyoung nibbled and softly sucked on your skin… which was why you just stopped trying.

“ahh… mhm, wonyoung…” your moans were met with a hum from the taller girl, whose kisses now reached your chest.

“you missed me, didn’t you?” wonyoung whispers against your skin, leaving a mark just below your collarbone where she likes it best. she tilts her head up, lips hovering over your own, only touching slightly. “you missed mommy?”

fuck, that was gonna do you in.

too embarrassed to truly admit it all, you nodded, which earned you a pout mixed with a glare from wonyoung. “i’m gonna let that go once. you’re lucky i missed you more.” eventually, you found your waist pressed against a lone desk while wonyoung continues to kiss you. you were topless now, what with wonyoung discarding your white shirt somewhere on the floor.

“w-what if ms. kim comes in…?” you asked when you felt wonyoung’s hand sliding up your thigh. surely she won’t be as careless as last time, right? the two of you were barely hiding! the curtains didn’t leave much to the imagination and the door was only halfway closed… if you weren’t careful with your mouth, some unlucky soul passing by will catch the two of you and you really don’t know if you can handle more of that. maybe you were naive to expect wonyoung to change within two weeks, because right after you asked your stupid little question, wonyoung had pulled down your panties and unclasped your bra from behind. goodness, she works fast.

the tall girl decided not to waste time and completely disregarded your question. “up.” she taps your hip, urging you to sit on top of the desk behind you. as you were getting yourself settled, wonyoung takes the opportunity to stare at you. you were as cute as ever—flushed cheeks, messy hair, lips quivering, and pretty eyes glossy with anticipation, even though you tried to disguise it with uncertainty. wonyoung couldn’t believe how easy it has been to knock down your defenses. she was so sure that even she, the jang wonyoung, was going to get rejected and embarrassed for the very first time in that library, given your reputation as a hardass.

but alas, she always gets what she wants in the end. as she should!

you pull wonyoung closer, eager to feel her lips on yours again. then she allows you to kiss her, doing the same exact thing as last time—staying still and letting you do what you want. wonyoung noticed that your kiss was softer, more careful. you were holding her face so gently, caressing her cheek with your thumb before letting your hands fall to her shoulders, giving the control back to her. it warmed her heart in a way that took her by surprise, but that was nothing compared to the pure amusement she felt when she caught you untying her ribbon.

“you’re brave today, hm?” wonyoung whispered with a smirk. she doesn’t stop you, though! she holds your stare as you let her ribbon drop to the ground, and then you start unbuttoning her shirt so excruciatingly slow. you stopped halfway through, only getting to see a little bit of wonyoung’s crimson red bra before putting your lips on her neck. and finally, for the first time, you heard her whimper.

you couldn’t see it as you were busy kissing her neck, but wonyoung was a blushing mess. she never whimpers! but with your sudden courage and the way you left the softest and sweetest kisses on her neck, wonyoung couldn’t hide it. “are you… marking me up?” wonyoung asked with a giggle.

immediately, you stopped, staring at her with half-widened eyes. “is that okay…?”

wonyoung would’ve called you stupid if the sound of her own loud heartbeat didn’t render her speechless. “don’t tell me you’re going to ask for permission if you so much as want to put your hand on my waist or something.” wonyoung said. she can imagine it clearly in her head, actually! you were too polite for your own good.

“well, consent is important—”

“yeah, yeah. how about you use that pretty mouth of yours for something worth my time, dummy?” wonyoung urges you to kiss her again, craning her neck to give you access. and you did it happily! you were so obviously excited that even wonyoung thought it was endearing, laughing lightly as you gently sucked on her soft skin. you did that for a while. how could you stop, anyway? the mix of wonyoung’s sighs, feeling her thin, dainty fingers smoothly threading your hair, and her other hand laying still on your thigh, squeezing ever so often when you do something she likes… well, suffice to say that it was almost impossible to stop.

leaning back, you stare at your work. the sight of your marks on wonyoung’s neck only made your core buzz, making you not-so-subtly close your legs. wonyoung regains her composure, eyes darkened once again before she forces her legs open, one hand slowly sliding deeper up your inner thighs while the other keeps your legs apart. “since you’ve had your fun… naturally, it’s my turn now, correct?” and of course you were nodding your head eagerly like an obedient pet, just how she likes it.

your breath gets caught in your throat when wonyoung cups one of your breasts in her hand, her face dangerously close to the other one, more than ready to pleasure you. “i was thinking of being nice since i missed you… but you made me upset with your stupid tantrum over the last time we fucked,” wonyoung feigns a smile and a shiver runs down your spine. “so, to truly make it up to me… you’re going to take everything i’m giving to you today.”

scary. terrifying even, but how could you say no? the (y/n) of two hours ago would be really disappointed of you but fuck it. wonyoung’s got you wrapped around her finger once again and you’re going to let it happen again.

only moans escape your lips as wonyoung’s warm mouth closes around your nipple. a new sensation, and it was wonderful. you found yourself hugging wonyoung’s neck, pushing her face impossibly closer while she licked and sucked as she pleases. your cunt clenches around nothing, and you buck your hips slightly just to urge wonyoung to touch you down there even a little bit but you should’ve expected that she wouldn’t care about that. her hands were rather busy! one played with your other nipple while the other held your thigh in a grip so tight that it almost hurt.

wonyoung releases your nipple from her mouth, her lips now attacking your chest area with little bites. you weren’t opposed to it. in fact, the frustrated look on wonyoung’s face was a delight to see! “should’ve known you were going to be a pussy about it all… wouldn’t have waited up all night for your text if i did.” wonyoung tightens her grip on your thigh, making you wince. but the pain was quickly overshadowed by pleasure as the tall girl pulled on your nipple.

“how was i supposed to accept that you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore…? you were screaming my name so sweetly in the library… and i was in your head after all of that, right?” wonyoung briefly lets go of your thigh to pull your hair down, forcing you to meet her eyes. “i know you did… in the end, the campus’ smart goody-two-shoes is just a fucking slut in the making, isn’t she?”

wonyoung’s eyes shine with excitement upon seeing you look at her so desperately. she knew that you’d never take any insult if you were in your right mind… and it only turned her on when you said nothing to her, your head so clouded that you’d allow wonyoung to say anything she wants to you. the tall girl spreads your legs apart, staring at your glistening pussy before her hungry eyes pierce back into your own. “and to think that you wanted to leave when you’re all drenched like this! what would you have done if i let you go? surely not touch yourself,” wonyoung laughs, but it was a cold and mocking one. your cheeks flush with embarrassment since she was right—you can’t bear to touch yourself, which is why you’re so desperate to have her fuck you already. “you need me, and i want a pretty doll i can play with however i like. let’s help each other out, (y/n)-ah.”

wonyoung doesn’t wait for you to say anything (of course she doesn’t) and starts massaging your clit with her thumb. you gasped at the sensation, holding onto her arms and almost closing your legs up. you try to control your sounds this time around, all that left your mouth were the usual pathetic whimpering and panting but at least you weren’t loud! wonyoung didn’t like that, though. she presses her thumb harder against your clit, making you whine loudly. “that’s more like it.” the tall girl muttered under her breath. the longer she pleasured your clit, the sooner you were losing control of yourself. and eventually you were just giving into what your body wants—grinding against wonyoung’s hand, pulling her closer so you can kiss her…

you gasped sharply as wonyoung plunged her two fingers inside your cunt, and she was giggling at how you were wrinkling her shirt up due to how tight you were holding onto her. fuck did it feel good to be filled up. when wonyoung curls her long fingers inside you, you clamped your hand over your mouth, afraid of alerting anyone who may be lurking around. annoyed, wonyoung swats your hand away, “come on, i don’t want to punish you so early.” none of what she was saying went through to your head. and it wasn’t even because you were trying to be a disobedient brat but because of her pace.

she snaps her wrist with each thrust, enough to make sure that you feel every inch of her fingers inside you before pulling out. it was hard to focus on anything, even more so when wonyoung’s pretty brown eyes were raking all over your body, getting familiar with your features once again. it wasn’t everyday something catches her eye so easily, but when she entered that secluded room in the library and had the luxury of staring at you while you were asleep, she was charmed. not even she thought that she would have you on top of this table merely two weeks later—writhing under her touch and moaning her name, but wonyoung quite liked this outcome.

why, after you were so good for her the first time she fucked you, you’ve been on her mind!

“a-ah..! wonyoung…” your sweet voice snaps the tall girl back to reality. you’ve completely wrapped your arms around her neck now, how precious. wonyoung puts her lips to work, wanting to taste your skin once again. and that she does! giving you kisses from your cheek, to your jawline, to the crook of your neck and all that the way down to your chest. conveniently, the desk was long enough for wonyoung to be able to pull you down so you’d be lying back comfortably. she towers above you, a grin on her lips as she watches you try to hold on to your climax.

it was so glaringly obvious that you were close. with the way your walls clenched around wonyoung’s fingers, a few more thrusts should do it. and that made wonyoung way more upset than you can imagine. there was no way you were going to make this so short, right? but she feels it. not only have you dug your nails on her free wrist trying to hold onto her, you’ve also started whining very loudly. wonyoung, annoyed, wriggles out of your painful hold and shoves her thumb inside your mouth, effectively shutting you up. drool starts dripping down along your jawline—wonyoung wasn’t going to let you off easy judging by how she pressed her thumb flat and hard down on your tongue.

“we’re gonna make this last, baby,” wonyoung says. she sees the tears pooling in your eyes and it only makes her feel warm inside. she was getting so excited to have her way with you, and a few tears wouldn’t stop her. “and everyone’s going to know again. i know you don’t like that but this time… they’ll know you’re mine.”

wonyoung didn’t plan on saying that last part out loud but thankfully enough, you were way too busy moaning her name to even hear it. a knot tightens in your stomach and you gasp, the sensation becoming all too familiar with you now. wonyoung pulls her thumb out of your mouth and slowly slides a third finger inside your cunt—and then there it was.

“aww…” wonyoung cooed as you came all over her hand. but she doesn’t stop any of her movements. instead, she leans down, catching one of your nipples with her mouth and continuing on fingering you through your orgasm.

“f-fuck..! wonyoung, w-wait…!!” you clawed helplessly at her back. amidst your hopeless whining and moaning, wonyoung just giggles. her eyes flicker up to get a brief glance of your face, her own core clenching at how tight you’ve closed your eyes, how you’ve bitten your lower lip to the point of it hurting. she absolutely loved getting to see you undone piece by piece… even more so when you allow it to happen. which is what you finally do as you bury your hands in wonyoung’s hair, pushing her further down your chest and whimpering sweetly at every flick of her tongue on your nipples.

wonyoung wasn’t letting her hand rest, however. she keeps fingering you in a semi-fast pace, hoping to edge you closer to another orgasm. clearly, she was taking advantage of your dazed state and in all honesty, of her own adrenaline-driven state. in her right mind, she would have let you cum the first time and stop there since she knew you can’t handle too much of what she can really give you but god… wonyoung just has to see you fall apart completely under her.

“someone learned a few things from last time, hm?” wonyoung teased as she gently massaged your clit in circles with her thumb. “you’re taking it so well. good.”

you gasped loudly as she plunges her fingers knuckle-deep inside your walls again, now thrusting faster than ever. wonyoung completely gets lost at the feeling of your warmth around her fingers. with her towering above you, she was distracting enough for your mind to wander elsewhere. every so often you’d notice the way she slightly bit her lower lip, whimper quietly, and huff as she fucked you… and as your eyes trail down lower (as low as you could, anyway), you saw that the tall girl had been clenching her thighs together. gods, wonyoung looked so hot being desperate like this.

it made you blush, how much she wanted to feel as good as she was making you feel good. next time, you are going to make sure to return the favor. it was what she deserves, as much of a pain in the ass she was.

“are you okay, (y/n)…?” wonyoung, concerned that you have spaced out, asked. her thrusts have slowed and her eyes are now softer.

you nodded meekly, “yes, mommy.” the nickname slipped out so naturally that it caught wonyoung off guard. and was she… blushing? flustered, even?

(wonyoung wouldn’t even know where to start if someone were to ask about the hold you have on her. it almost sucks that you don’t know about it, but wonyoung’s pride wouldn’t let her admit it outright. not yet, anyway.)

“we’re almost done.” wonyoung regains her composure. she completely pins one of your wrists down with her free hand, the other ramming inside your walls out of control, and her forehead nearly touching yours while you moaned helplessly. with your one hand, you clutched the edge of the desk, refusing to hurt wonyoung any further because you knew you would make her blood had you decided to hold onto her with the way she was abusing your pussy. wonyoung chuckles slightly at how smoothly her fingers went in and out of you—her hand was completely drenched in your cum and wetness. she was practically drooling at the thought of getting to taste you.

wonyoung would rather do it from the source, but she knew you wouldn’t be able to handle her mouth. not at this state. and not with all the things she wants to do to you with her tongue alone.

she feels you clenching around her again, and she watches as tears squeeze out of your eyes. she kisses them away, whispering some comforting words in your ear before she thrusts her fingers knuckle-deep inside you. wonyoung intertwines your fingers since she knew you’d need it as you came all over her hand once again. unlike last time, wonyoung makes sure her hand is still, only pulling out as you’ve started to calm down a little. your eyes wandered all over the ceiling, still trying to get a sense of things. you could feel wonyoung’s eyes on you though, but you couldn’t tell what she was doing.

so ‘surprised’ would be an understatement when you feel her clothed, wet cunt pressed against your knee. wonyoung smiles bashfully as she slightly grinds her clit on your knee. hell, she nearly fucked you into unconsciousness—she shouldn’t have anything to be afraid of doing now. even if she has to become this spectacle for you.

“j-just need to… do something about this.” wonyoung says. her voice was a bit higher from her whines, obviously feeling so good that she can’t help but show this new side of herself. underneath her, you were a bit rattled but completely flustered and quite confused as to what you should do. not that you could do anything, anyway. you couldn’t really feel your legs and your head was still getting itself situated. you were basically watching wonyoung grind herself into you… and it was heaven.

wonyoung meets your stare and grins, “liking the show, babe?” she teased. she giggled when you covered your face with your other hand, you were so red. but you were brazen enough to raise your knee slightly and pressed it against her clit, making her moan out loud for the first time. a smile of satisfaction spreads on your face—you finally heard wonyoung make that kind of sound!

“cheeky little doll.” wonyoung says before leaning down and kissing you. she stops her grinding, having had enough for now and slowly pulls you to sit up, carefully.

much like the last time this happened, nothing much was said afterwards. you were merely hugging wonyoung while you recovered, and you’d smile every time you felt her leave feathery-light kisses across your shoulder and draw random circles on your lower back. wonyoung allowed you to hold her for as long as you needed, never worrying about how the sky has turned orange or the supposed project she was assigned to start today for ms. kim. a gust of wind seeps through the slightly open windows and you shiver.

finally, wonyoung pulled away. “let’s get you dressed up. ms. kim should be on her way anyway.” she helps you stand on both feet and picks up the random pieces of clothing scattered around the area, almost scolding herself for throwing them around haphazardly. wonyoung was the one who buttons up your shirt, makes sure your skirt is all nice and tidy, ties up your ribbon perfectly, and styles your hair as if it was never a mess. and then she decides that you would look cute with a bit of lip tint—but also because you needed a good excuse to give people if they so happen to ask you why your lips were so red and fucked up.

you stayed still as wonyoung dolled you up. it was strange though, because at this point, she has fucked you three times and you’ve bravely looked at her in the eye then but now you can’t. every time her eyes flicker over to yours, you blink and set them elsewhere. you can’t tell her about how your pussy clenches under her gaze. you can’t tell her that if she does something so simple as this, helping a fellow girl to look presentable, it turns you on. and it probably wasn’t even because nice-and-friendly wonyoung was a rarity! it was because of that damn crush. and how you can still feel her hands all over you but ugh, you’re so tired of coming to that conclusion.

you get it: you are morbidly obsessed with how wonyoung makes you feel! god, can i be any more pathetic?

“you’ll text me this time, right?” wonyoung asks after she is done. she has also gotten herself look as perfect as she always does.

“i can’t exactly escape you now, can i?”

“mhm! glad you’re aware of that.” wonyoung puts on an exaggerated smile, but really, she was excited.

you then pulled out your phone and sent wonyoung a simple ‘hi’ text message. “there. happy?” you mimicked her fake smile.

“ecstatic, actually.” wonyoung replied with a straight face as she stared blankly at your useless message. she saves your number and suddenly snaps a quick photo of you without warning, setting it as her contact photo for you. when you tried to sneak a peek, wonyoung moved away from you with a laugh, and saved your name as ‘dum’ on her phone, even waving it all over your face and laughing even more at your disgruntled reaction. how mature… and endearing.

when silence started to fill the air, you almost wanted to ask wonyoung a few things about this whole… thing. whatever it was. as much as you liked the whole doll talk earlier, you didn’t exactly understand it. were the two of you going to be friends-with-benefits now? well, more like barely-acquaintances-with-benefits. was wonyoung going to make a habit of cornering you at some isolated place and fuck you? because really, you‘d prefer a small warning before she starts using you. confused as you were, you didn’t let a word slip. you just stood there, watching wonyoung as she put up an empty canvas on the easel.

“is it okay if i rest for a bit before leaving?” you asked in a quiet voice. wonyoung nods as she pulls her hair up for a half-ponytail, only briefly looking at your figure as you walk past her to sit on the instructor’s chair at the front of the classroom.

“i’d insist on taking you home but you seem to adore public transportation.” wonyoung quipped from behind her canvas.

“you’d only find some excuse to touch me again in your car so yes, maybe i prefer taking the bus rather than that.” you replied. attempting to avoid thinking about wonyoung’s hands all over you while you sat on the passenger seat of her car was futile, thank goodness she was focused on whatever project she was working on.

“thanks for the idea.” oh you just knew wonyoung had a stupid smile on her face thinking about it all. that pervert!

although you would be lying if you said you weren’t into the idea, but that was something the two of you should save for much, much later.

for the rest of your time there, you merely sat on ms. kim’s chair. sometimes you watched wonyoung even though you couldn’t see much of her face. occasionally, however, she would peek from above the canvas to check on you and you wouldn’t look away like you usually would. you would hold her gaze, smiling softly before gazing at the setting sun outside. the only thing that was on your mind was how everything has changed now. whether it was for the better or for worse, you couldn’t tell yet.

there was no use dwelling on it. you simply have to see where things go. one thing was for sure though: jang wonyoung wasn’t going to be out of your life so easily.

you pondered on that chair for a while before you finally decided to leave. you promised wonyoung that you would text her as soon as you got home, and you knew that even though she barely gave you a glance since she was so focused, she was happy that you promised that. while you headed for the door, you felt wonyoung’s eyes follow you until you were completely gone. but even as you walked through the empty hallways once again the hair on the back of your neck stood on end and you found yourself stopping in your tracks completely on top of a flight of stairs.

“that… really all just happened. again.” you mumbled. ugh, your ears felt hot. your cheeks too. matter of fact, your entire body was just warm.

“what happened?” a chipper voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin. ms. kim has suddenly appeared beside you. you hadn’t noticed that she was already there when you turned to the corner.

“o-oh! ms. kim, hello,” you greeted, hand clutching your chest. “ah, right. i dropped off your lunch bag. ms. lim said you forgot it earlier.”

“really? thank you, (y/n). she must be very busy if she couldn’t visit me herself. i’ll make sure to tell her that you did well delivering my food.” the art teacher pats your shoulder. her smile was striking and infectious—no wonder ms. lim always looked so lovesick around her!

“no need. it’s no problem at all,” you glanced at the giant clock on the other side of the wall and felt panic rise from the bottom of your stomach. “my bus should be making its way to the stop now. have a good day, ms. kim!” and so you were off to running as fast as you could to catch your ride, leaving the art teacher baffled but quite amused at the stairs.

“never seen (y/n) a bit loose in the head like that before.”

inside the art room, wonyoung has gotten busy. the tiniest specks of paint decorated her face, her hands had become quite the mess but what mattered was the picture she was creating. she was quite surprised with herself. only earlier did she feel that familiar rush of creating something with efficiency—when she was painting you. she was feeling it again, and it was great. it has been quite some time before she felt that rush. as rich her mind was with concepts, wonyoung found it hard to materialize them in a painting for some reason. maybe she was just lazy. maybe the pictures in her head just weren’t clear enough.

but somehow you of all people—of all things, really—made it all so very clear.

“ah, the things a good pussy does to the human mind.” wonyoung laughs at her own words. she couldn’t wait to bother you all night long later.

“i knew it!”

once again, ms. kim has surprised a student. fortunately enough, wonyoung didn’t make a mistake and only flinched slightly. “hello, ms. kim.” the tall girl greeted. she doesn’t take her eyes off her canvas since she knew that the teacher was already sauntering towards her with that contagious energy she always has.

“wow. i half expected you to be struggling for inspiration as usual but you actually got somewhere!” ms. kim pats wonyoung’s head, very much satisfied at wonyoung’s progress with her work. oddly enough, wonyoung found herself blushing deeply letting ms. kim look at a personal piece from her so freely. not that she gave a fuck about keeping up her reputation even with the teachers, but jang wonyoung was nothing if not so stubbornly prideful.

because no! she cannot bear being teased about painting (y/n) (l/n) for the second time in the same day!

“is that…”

wonyoung’s blush get deeper. here it comes.

“she did say she came by this room… i see!” ms. kim laughs and nudges wonyoung’s arm, teasing the girl as if she was some kid who was having a crush for the first time in her life. incorrect, by the way! because jang wonyoung doesn’t do crushes.

the art teacher leans back and allows herself to fully take in her student’s work. it was a beautiful painting of you, surrounded by orange and yellow colors, looking lost in thought as you gazed out the window. your face was slightly obscured by the curtain, similar to the previous painting of you that she has done. perhaps a clue as to how wonyoung truly sees you.

“never thought you’d want a muse, wonyoung! but she’s not just that, is she?”

wonyoung settles her palette and paintbrush on an empty stool, exhaling and stretching her sore shoulders. now, she wasn’t the one getting fucked but damn, did you exhaust her too! it was in the good way at least, so wonyoung can’t really be mad at you. with you in her sick little head, wonyoung offers a mischievous smile to her teacher, “my cute little secret is what she is.”

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Billy the Kid set (insta feed) || Tom Blyth x actress!reader

Summary: this is literally just a bunch of insta posts of you and Tom on set of Billy the kid also mixed with abit of Dad!Tom cause I couldn’t resist myself <33 THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE

Warnings: fem!reader noneee

Wc: 743

divider by @pommecita

y/n_y/l/n

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Got dragged in to this 😐 fishing is not my forte.

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tomblyth: darling, you loved it.

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: did I though?

danielwebber: specifically loved the part where you tripped and landed on your ass in the water, very entertaining 👏👏

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: maybe if you guys had told me that we would be going fishing, I would’ve worn more appropriate foot attire 😃

alexmroe: a day I will never forget!

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: please do.

user24: I love this cast smmm

user947: who else is here from tbosas after finding out that these two are each other’s love interest once again 🙋‍♀️

↘️ user109: yup.

↘️ user13: MEEEE 🙋‍♀️

↘️ user005: I couldn’t get enough of them in tbosas so here I am 😂

user464: I love it when y/n posts bts content, she knows what we want.

user87: y/n feeding us more Tom content 🫡

y/n_y/l/n

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My fav look <33 (fun fact: the dress was hand painted 🥹)

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tomblyth: my gorgeous gorgeous girl 😍

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: 🥰

user86: AHHHHHH HIS COMMENT

user150: ‘my gorgeous gorgeous girl’ he’s actually talking abt me hehehehe

user328: Dulcinea was serving looks the entire season, and that’s on periodt.

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: 🤭 couldn’t agree more

↘️ user328: YOU RESPONDED AHHHH ILY

↘️ user25: FACTS

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Past couple of weeks 🎬

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user672: oh to be y/n y/l/n 😫

siobhan: will miss u all!!!

↘️ tomblyth: it was nice knowing ya Mrs Riley 🤠

↘️ siobhan: wish I hadn’t gotten shot in the head by my dbag husband (all your fault @shaunmbenson)

user19: the last picture awhhhh @y/n_y/l/n

↘️ tomblyth: she’s actually a horse whisperer

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: I am 🤫

↘️ user19: NO WAY YOU BOTH REPLIED OMFG

user465: Billy the Kid makes me weak in the knees oml

user348: omw to rewatch BTK for the millionth time 🏃‍♀️

tomblyth

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Elsie when I first started filming s1 of BTK in 2021 and Elsie now during s2 🥹 Happy birthday my love <3 love you with all my heart!

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y/n_y/l/n: time flies 😭

↘️ tomblyth: our little girl isn’t so little anymore!

billythekidmgm: happy birthday Elsie! we LOVE seeing your happy face at set 💞

danielwebber: i remember holding her for the first time as a baby like it was yesterday 🥹

rachelzegler: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELS! I need to see you soon sweetheart 😭

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: she misses u and josh like crazy!!

user287: STOP MY HEART CANT WITH THIS

user932: Elsie is so freakin cute!!

user02: imagine being able to say Tom Blyth and Y/n Y/l/n are your parents…. nepo baby!

user461: the first picture of y/n and Elsie 😭 this post is too adorable!

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Yeehaw 🤠

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y/n_y/l/n: i took the fifth pic 🙋‍♀️🤭

↘️ alexmroe: yes, yes, fifth pic creds goes to u

y/n_y/l/n: oml my tan in the last pic……

tomblyth: we’re so cute @y/n_y/l/n

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: we are aren’t we 🤭

↘️ user287: DAMN RIGHT. THE CUTEST COUPLE

↘️ user109: u guys r literally so wholesome i cant w it

user88: AWEEEE the last pic!!!

user163: excuse me- the third pic- DAMN TOM IS FINE

user847: I love seeing Tom in a cowboy hat 🫶

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: same.

y/n_y/l/n

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life recently. Alberta, ily!

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ashleyjliao: 😍😍

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: Miss u bb x

joshandresrivera: 3rd pic 🤣

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: yk how he is with the cold 🥶

↘️ tomblyth: oh hush, I was being reasonable unlike you who was wearing a tank and shorts.

user63: Tom and Elsie 😭

user912: Y/n wearing Tom’s hat in the first pic 🤭

↘️ tomblyth: she steals it all the time

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: SHHHH

user108: why do I sometimes forget that Tom has a literal 4 year old daughter

user143: yessss keep feeding us Tom x Elsie content!!!!

user622: she’s hot, she has an even hotter boyf, a cute daughter, she’s rich, popular, an AMAZING actress, she’s literally winning at life 😫

user150: lol I wondered why their chemistry was so good in tbosas and btk. ITS CAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER IRL.

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ssahotchnerr · 2 months

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girl dad aaron AMUSEMENT PARK EDITION!!!!!!!

he would spend all his money at the ring toss just to get his girl the prize she wants. he would hold her hand on the swings. he would give into her begging to go on the big drop ride. he would ride in her bumper car, whispering, “c’mon. let’s bump into mommy. it’ll be funny.” he would make sure to smear her in sunscreen. he would let her wear his sunglasses. he would buy her dippin dots and funnel cakes and cotton candy. he would carry her on his shoulders. he would get wet on the water rides with her. he would guarantee they get to sit in the back or front carts (it’s only appropriate to sit in the front on some rides. other rides, it’s only appropriate to sit in the back. he would know which ride requires the back seat and which requires the front because he’s asked around because he wants his girl to have the best experience on the rollercoasters she can.) he would pack so much water to make sure everyone stays hydrated (he’s also got a fanny pack. i don’t make the rules.) he would pose for the cameras with her on the rides (silly faces, bunny ears, kissing her cheek, etc.) and he would obviously buy them and hang them on the fridge until the entire fridge is covered in them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aw aw awwww are you trying to make me cry?????? 😭💞💞💞

baby girl's his ride buddy of the day 🥹🥹🥹 it works out perfectly too. i feel like aaron's not too keen on rides - he gets nauseous easily and can only take so much 😭 whereas you're still okay - so you'll go on the more extreme rides with jack. as the two of you are doing that, aaron's on the more tame rides with baby girl, or standing on the sidelines with her in his arms, pointing out you and jack on the ride 🥰 and for the kiddie rides that don't fit an adult, jack happily goes on those with her hehe <3333 best big brother

aaron's hand is always in hers, she's in his arms, or in a stroller, just always accounted for. he's terrified she'll somehow wander away (although she knows not to) or he knows how easily someone could come swoop her up and take her far away (mosley lane 😭😭😭😭) and STOP the visual of her on his shoulders, in his sunglasses that are far too big for her, gripping onto his hair or his head as she chatters away - pointing out what she sees, what rides she wants to go on, what snacks smell yummy, or simply talking about anything <3333 sobbing

when it comes to the prizes, aaron's definitely paying way more than what that item probably cost to make, and knows it's 'lowkey' a waste of money 😭 but there's no price when it comes to baby girl's happiness, he'll do whatever it takes 🥰 the smile that forms on her face when she finally gets the plushie she wanted??? priceless and it's a memory they'll both hold onto forever - aaron takes full advantage of those type of memories 🥺

the bumper cars!!!!!!!!!!! the true highlight of the day 😭 aaron's with baby girl, you're with jack. hehe you peer over as aaron's sneakily whispering to her and eyeing the two of you👀, you know what he's scheming and tell jack the very same thing 🤭 "we gotta get dad and your sister". the laughs that erupt from both of them as they bump into each other 😭😭😭😭 it's contagious, you and aaron are equally as giddy and are loving every second of it 🥰 they even both insist on riding multiple times just to crash into each other LOL

and omg aaron's prepared and stacked for every scenario possible. extra clothes, shoes, socks are in the car (for each family member) for after the water rides. he packs dramamine, ibruprofen, bug spray. he also strategically plans out when to eat snacks or food - to prevent upset stomachs after eating and going on rides 🥴 he brings a tonnn of sunscreen and applies frequently. omg the four of you are pulled off to the side, drinking water and taking a break - you unscrew the top of a water bottle for jack, simply turn your head, and are met with aaron's hands on your face - applying sunscreen generously for you too 😭😭😭🫶🏻 he also brought hats for extra coverage - jack has a baseball cap, baby girl has a cute lil bucket hat 🥰

and AWWW the pictures 🥹🥹🥹 aaron's sure to get multiples too - one for the fridge, for baby girl's room (a pic of them on her bedside table 😭😭😭😭 especially useful when she misses him when he's gone on a case and she just wants her daddy🥺) and his office 😭<3333

as the four of you leave the amusement park when night falls, baby girl is absolutely zonked 😭 her face is smushed into aaron's neck, arms around his neck, maybe even drooling a bit, completely out. hehe so aaron veryyyy carefully places her into her carseat as to not wake her up 🥹 ugh she had the best day <333

#let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

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slasherwife · 1 year

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Hiya! (Don’t know if requests are open but if not just ignore-)

how would the slashers react to their s/o who goes in and out of the hospital because of health problems?

Hope you Have a good day/night and stay safe! ^^

hiya my darling i especially love you and this is an adorbs ask 🥺 thank u for sending this in!! and sorry for the extreme delay 🥹💞

i decided to include brahmsy because i miss him dearly 🥹💗

Slashers with an s/o who’s in and out of the hospital

summary you and your slasher husband must make time for your hospital checkups and whatnot. how does this impact the relationship and mental health of both of you?😇💕

warnings fluffff🥺🌷

thomas

thomas is the one to carrying you to the hospital if it came to it. every single time. he just loves you so much 😭💞 he can’t let you be in danger. he is the first one at your side every single time you are in need of help with your health.

he will be a mother hen. anything that hoyt requests you do, he will be at your side making sure you are safe and protected, whatever it is. unless luda is there to help, he will be at your side diligently to make sure his love is doing okay and that they don’t need help🥺🌷

he is insanely protective. thomas is like a protective force field around you, literally nothing can harm you while he is your beloved protector 🥺💞 tommy notices when hoyt purposefully gives you difficult tasks he knows you won’t be able to do, and since then, tommy has made it his personal goal to make hoyt afraid of messing with you. and boy, he can be terrifying🥲

when the time comes where you need to be on the way back to the hospital, tommy is pushing through everyone in his way to get to you. 🥺🫶 you are his heart, his baby, his beloved one. he is your sole protector and he will see to it that you get the proper care you need. don’t worry y/n, thomas is here to keep you safe.

he doesn’t mind doctors. just make his sweetheart healthy and there won’t be a problem🤗💗

jason

jason is a little passive when it comes to medical stuff. i mean, he lived off the bare minimum after the lake incident, and then became undead so~~😂💞 but once he realizes the love of his life, the flower on his mountain, needs this medical care, he will do everything in his power to get them to it🌷

jason is very very understanding. 💕you had explained to jason that you are often in and out of the hospital for whatever reason. this might result in you disappearing for a few hours, to a few days at a time, but there was nothing you could do about it. 🥺 in those soft and expressive eyes of his, you could read, “i would wait forever for you.” 🌷💕

when you return, expect the softest princess treatment. jason has made the bed for you, lavished with new soft blankets and pillows. he has your favorite stuffed animals, and once you’re snuggled in, he gives your stuffies kisses before tucking them with you, and then giving you forehead kisses, and making a “shh~~” sound while stroking your hair😭🌷💗

he likes carrying you everywhere😭🥺 or at least holding your hand softly as he walks places. i think it’s a very soft manifestation of his possessiveness, and fear of losing you. he carry’s you like a baby, or like a baby koala, on your walks through the forest🥺💗 or if he needs to go somewhere and you want to go with him, he won’t hesitate on wrapping you in your favorite blanket and taking you with him💕🌷

with jason, you will be treated like the softest lil mushroom baby princess to ever grace earth🥺💞 unless you don’t want to be, at least let him tuck you in and hold your hand softly whenever you’re with him 🌷he’s just scared to lose you.

michael

michael absolutely cannot stand doctors. as we all know, michael has not had very nice interactions with them growing up! in fact one could argue they ruined his life😭he definitely does not want that for you, but he understands that this is the best way for you to stay healthy💕🫶

michael’s trust issues causes him to stalk you your entire stay at the hospital. whether that be days or a few hours. it’s definitely not for distrust of you, but for the doctors he despises. he knows if they were to even slip up once, they would be in an inescapable world of hell from him🥺💕that’s his parter they’re putting needles in, one mishap and they are all dead😩

in a way, he becomes your doctor too, ironically. if you have specific medicine you need to take, you best BELIEVE michael’s going to be standing with your meds in hand outside your door, AS SOON as you wake up 😭💗he watches as you eat, drink, monitors your caffeine intake, hides, trashes, burns any food he seems unhealthy for you. he’s hyper fixated on your well-being even though it’s not obvious.

you honestly will not notice it, but he’s hyper fixated on keeping you alive. he has stayed up all night, multiple nights, to watch how much sleep you’re getting😖💞he makes sure your water is filled up enough to his liking, your portions are ample, and every single prescribed pill (if you are prescribed medication) is downed at the exact time it’s supposed to be consumed😇

you will not notice at all how protective michael is over you. when he doesn’t approve of one of your doctors (for whatever reason) they are gone, and another will come in. he pulls the strings, and he makes it seem so effortless. all for you, all for his love, his darling one🌷💞

brahms

he cries every time you leave. “don’t leave me~~” he sobs. but in a way he isn’t crying for himself, and somehow you know too. 🌷💕he knows you’ll always come back, it’s why he loves you so so dearly. but what if you are too sick to come home one day? what if you die in the hospital, alone, and he’s left alone forever without you? 😭

he notices that you are tired and weak after your hospital visits. brahms certainly is selfish but when he loves someone as much as he loves you, he will go to ends of the earth to please you and earn your praise🥹💗he will make you your favorite snacks, and bring you his favorite toys or read something from his poetry book 🥹💞 it’s his way of showing you he cares!

g-d forbid anything happen at the house. brahms isn’t good at remembering when you need to take any medication or any special instructions for yourself given by the doctor❤️‍🩹😖what if one day you forget and you pass out or something? he is so anxious because if this and tries his best to make sure you are looking healthy every day. he can’t ever lose you y/n!🥲💗

you will receive a very clingy boi once you arrive back home😖💗 once you step back into the heelshire mansion, expect a rumbling and brahms stepping out from the walls, encasing you into his warm arms mumbling incoherent speech, his grip tight on your hips and waist. he missed you so much 🥺🌷

brahms will be very sad every time you leave to go to the hospital, but he must come to terms with the fact that it must happen. he struggles with severe abandonment issues every since his parents and greta left him, but he will learn that you will always return to him🌷

bo sinclair

he will certainly not make a very big deal about it. and he will absolutely not relay any of your medical information to lester or vincent. you want to know anything about y/n? fuck off. it’s none of their business. he won’t like talking or hearing about your mortality or health, it makes him overthink and anxious and he doesn’t like feeling that way at all :(

generally, bo is extra gentle with you and extra angry with his potentially hazardous brothers. when you are feeling particularly sick, he’s speaking in hushed cooes while stroking your cheek🥺💕if you’re on the couch he makes sure both brothers know not to make any loud noises. he will tease you for being a couch potato while literally wrapping you in blankets and spoon feeding you apple sauce😭 he loves it when you visit him in the garage, talking to you is like a drug to him 🥺💞

bo goes extra lengths to make sure everything is in order. when the time comes around to make a trip to the hospital, bo is loading up the truck with necessities and blankets and whatever else you want. he has vincent help him sometimes. and he doesn’t want you to question a thing 🥹💗 of course he’s doing this for you, baby girl. sweet thing, just get in the front seat and let him take control. 🌷

he sits with you and holds your hand or thigh in the waiting room. when the doctor comes around he sits up and shakes the doctors hand like a suburban dad before they take you back to do screenings and go over your symptoms and medications😭💗bo stays in the waiting room with his knuckles brushing over his chin, and watching the clock.

surprisingly, bo is extremely good at taking care of you. it mostly comes from him taking care of vincent and lester all those years. he is absolutely terrified at the possibility of losing you to any sickness you may have, but masks it with teasing words and his overprotective tendencies😭💗

vincent sinclair

he is very scared of being incompetent at taking care of you. he might go to bo for advice, and will feel guilty for not going with you to the hospital when the time comes😞🌷. he gets bo to get you a car to use when you need to leave for your appointments, and will not eat and barely sleep while you are away.

he gets some sort of communication between you two so you can update him when you are away at the hospital😊 this way he can know when things are going well, and get better idea of when you will be home. this helps his distress and separation anxiety a lot🤗💝

when you return home, you are going straight to your room. you aren’t even inside the house yet and vincent’s warm arms are wrapped around you, his hard chest against your back, his face in the crook of your neck breathing you in. you are finally home🌷 vincent takes your hand gently and leads you into your guys’s shared room, cuddling with you in the bed running his artist hands up and down your body.

he makes you little trinkets to bring with you to the hospital. he thinks of it as him being with you in a way, and sees it as protection 😇💕this also calms his separation anxiety in a way, and it gives him an excuse to spoil you in endless gifts, for his goddess muse 😩💞

since i think bo would generally leave y’all alone, vincent would be an excellent caretaker and really takes on the role of a mental support system. the texting is a huge help to both of you, if you are having anxiety at the hospital, vincent is right there to calm your nerves 😇💕don’t worry dear one, your darling husband vincent will always be by your side 🌷

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komoboko · 3 months

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Can I request a Senior!Yoriichi x Fem!reader high school AU where they're only a year apart and are casual friends but she's been secretly crushing on him until it was his graduation and reader was lowkey sad but suddenly Yoriichi confesses to her and they end up getting together pls🙏🏻

Thank you and have a good day! 💞

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Yoriichi tsugikuni x gn!reader ・modern au ・highschool au

I am really bad at writing high school aus 😭🙏

You've know Yoriichi ever since your highschool orientation.

High school is a big step compared to middle school, school is much bigger, classes are much more aggressive and everything takes a 180 compared to any school year you've experienced in the past. Thankfully Yoriichi was there to help show you the way.

He was a rising sophomore when he first met you, only being around on that day because he was doing volunteer work. He really just intended to direct you to class, but things seemed to change. You and yoriichi hit it off the bat and he ended up talking to you for the entire time you stayed at orientation. While his name took a while for you to memorize you always knew him as “the long red haired boy” so you wouldn’t forget him.

When school actually starts you tend to notice him a lot more. You’ll see his red hair around the halls, you mistakes him for another long red haired boy in one of your classes. You’ve seen him at dismissal before, and you even share the same lunch. To your surprised the boy is much more reserved than you thought.

The first time you actually talk to him is a couple days after noticing him. You really didn’t think he would remember you at first, besides you didn’t really think he really liked you that much. So you held off, but an opportunity presented itself to you and you hesitantly taken it.

You waved at him as he looked up at you, he beckoned you over to where he was sitting and you started talking. You managed to loose track of time and realize lunch is about to end. Before you to go you give him your phone to get his number, also because you may forgotten his name. He types in Yoriichi on your phone and you make a mental note not to forget.

You definitely didn’t forget his name as time went on.

Time moves fast when your with yoriichi, you two become inseparable. You stick with each other as years pass that you almost forget you’re not the freshman that met yoriichi last week. You’re a junior now preparing for your senior year, while Yoriichi is a senior preparing for his future.

You can’t say you didn’t develop a crush on him as the years past.

You couldn’t blame yourself as yoriichi is an admirable man. He was so smart, he was almost unnervingly kind as well, and despite his brother’s words yoriichi is unbelievable strong. Anybody would have a crush on him once you get to know him. Though you doubt he feels the same about you.

It was a shame he was graduating this year. Just like that he would be gone and you would have to strive by yourself in senior year without him. Including your “casual” crush on him as well.

He had invited you to his graduation as well. Of course you would be there to attend, it would be a crime if you didn’t. You were so proud to see him walk up on stage but you could only bite back the bittersweet feeling that creeped up your throat. You snapped so many pictures of him on the stage, dressed out in his cap and gown.

The moment graduation ended he invited you claiming he needed to talk. Grabbing your hand and bringing you somewhere much quieter, much more private where nobody would be around. You can’t say you weren’t confused.

He only looks away for a moment before looking back at you. “I‘ve been holding this back since the beginning of this year, I know we’re going to be separated so it’s no time to say this except now. I really like you, truly. I always have but it’s shaped from innocent friendship to an innocent crush. I know we have been friends for so long, but I think now we can become more.” Yoriichi says, his words coming out like sweet honey ringing back and forth in your mind.

Oh. Maybe you were wrong about him like you were when you first met him before. I guess he really does like you.

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nanawritesit · 8 months

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Chanyeol with a Short Girlfriend Headcanons!

tw: mild cursing, one slightly suggestive part in the middle

You guys probably met at the grocery store or something

You were struggling to reach something on one of the top shelves, jumping up and down to no avail

Chanyeol had just rounded the corner of the aisle you were in and smiled, thinking to himself how cute you were

Being the kind soul he was, he reached up behind you and grabbed it for you, then handed it to you with a warm smile

It was safe to say you were in love 😗

Chanyeol already has a habit of lowering himself to someone’s height when he hugs them, no matter how short they are, and you’re no exception

Poor man is gonna have back problems in the future but it’s fine 😭

He’s so huge that you can fall sleep entirely on top of him without even hurting him

Many a times have you come home to see him fast asleep on the sofa, and decided to just curl up on top of him like a cat and go to sleep 💞

He wakes up for just a split second, then lightly chuckles as he sees you all snuggled up on him. He’ll run a hand through your hair gently until he dozes back off 🥰

You steal his blankets and towels all the time because he has to buy the extra long kind 💀

One cold winter day he came home to see you snuggled up in his enormous blanket

“Y/N can I please have my blanket?” he shivered, tugging at the ends of it.

“No, take the other one!” you whined, burrowing further.

He reluctantly grabbed your smaller blanket and draped it over his shoulders… it barely reached his lap 😑

You broke out into laughter at how pathetic he looked

(He got you back though… once he got out of the shower and “had” to use one of your smaller towels that exposed much more of his skin and walked all around the house in front of it just to tease you 👀)

He may be big, but he’s still a baby 🥹

He’s like a great dane who thinks it’s a chihuahua

He’ll push his way into your lap and curl up there all the time, begging you for cuddles ❤️

Starts leaving things on the top shelf just so you’ll ask him for help 😀

It’s becoming a problem, you can’t reach ANYTHING by yourself

You started retaliating by insisting you could get everything yourself, only to have Chanyeol smirking smugly behind you as you struggle until you give up and have to ask him 😑

He gives the BEST piggy back rides 🥰

Also has a habit of just picking you up and running places with you

Or just picking you up in general

“Y/N is just so small and cute, isn’t she?” he beamed to Baekhyun as he held you up in the air

“CHANYEOL IF YOU DONT PUT ME DOWN I WILL DESTROY YOUR BLOODLINE”

*sways back and forth* “awwwhhh i just love holding my sweet little girlfriend” 😙

You’re just as bad though, sometimes you’ll randomly jump on him or crawl up his back like a gremlin when you want attention

“Y/N, do you always have to attack me like this?”

“I can’t help it, you’re like a big, cute tree!”

Baekhyun just rolls his eyes every time. “Can we get through a single conversation without one of you doing something weird?”

He LOVES it when you wear his shirts/ hoodies 💞 You look so tiny in them and he thinks it’s adorable

He wanted you guys to be all cute and go out in each others shirts one day, but you ended up looking like you weren’t wearing any pants and your shirt looked like a crop top on him 😬

(You still do it at home, just not in public)

Arguments between you two are often really hilarious

You stand on a chair when you want to yell at him so he’ll take you more seriously, but it just ends up making him laugh the whole time at how ridiculous you look

So you make him sit in the chair while you look down and lecture him 💀

Something you guys started doing is play wrestling

He’ll elbow you in the face, you’ll elbow him in the crotch, he’ll throw you over his shoulder, you’ll wriggle your way out and pin him down…

One time you got a little too into it and put him in a headlock and threw him down hard on the floor

“Who’s the short one now bitch”

Y’all didn’t wrestle very much after that 💞

Most would expect him to be a big spoon, but he LOVES being little spoon :)

Don’t get me wrong, he loves holding you in his arms and making you feel so safe and secure

But he also wants to be held 🥺

LET HIM BE THE LITTLE SPOON IM BEGGING YOU

Sometimes he just puts his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on top of your head 🥰

He’s naturally very protective of you, always looking out for you and making sure no harm comes your way

You love your 6’1 teddy bear, and he loves his little monster 💞

#chanyeol x reader #chanyeol imagines #chanyeol fluff #chanyeol scenarios #chanyeol fanfic #chanyeol headcanons #exo scenarios #exo imagines #exo x reader #exo fanfic #exo fluff #exo reactions #exo writing #exo headcanons

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hanafubukki · 3 months

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*Casually strolls in again* Hello!! You called me back, and I shall deliver more! I was inspired by you (you lovely person and writer ❤️) once again for this scenario I would like to add on the previous scenario.

(Takes place during the dream of Book 7 where they are trapped in a dream. Where he finally meets Knight of Dawn and Reader)

Silver being shown the memory he keeps dreaming every time…

Finally he is able to fully discover and fully see the dreamlike memory…

He can see… himself surrounded by two people… holding him tight, loving and cherishing him… like he is their entire world…

But then the heart tendering moment gradually changes…

This time Silver is shown the women his mother now the only one in the room alongside him. The previous spot the man his father occupied is now… empty…

Reader is gently placing him down in a crib and caressing his face tenderly. Carefully covering him with blankets and making to keep him comfortable and warm. And hide him from the conflict.

Her still softly yet tearful singing to him. Tears trickling down from her eyes yet still tenderly smiling at him for the last time.

Silver reached his hand out to touch her but before he could, her figure and voice fades away…

[I’m evil. So sorry but at the same time, not sorry! Now excuse me, I shall take my leave again!*Running away again*

Until we meet again!

Ps. song I listen to this cover as well while thinking about silver again

https://youtu.be/etttoH0USGQ?si=b108AGI_8H7i7AA3]]

[continuation of these fics: A Moment in Time and In Our Embrace]

Hello Anonie 💚🌺🌸

Welcome back! I need a name for you, I’m going to call you “Silver Knight” because you leave Silver moments with Knight/Reader related scenarios.

Unless you want to pick a name for yourself of course 😂

Silver Knight Anonie, do you know the whiplash of emotions I felt? The compliment has me all gleeful and then I read the remaining ask and the heartbreak??

Why must you leave me in this despair?? 💔

If we are in that Silver moment when he falls to blot temporarily, when he believes he doesn’t deserve love, and he sees this??

Can you imagine how he feels? He feels his heritage, his bloodline, betrayed those he loves the most.

But then he sees this, his parents, and he doesn’t know how to feel. They who clearly loved him so much, who sacrificed everything for him? How could he think so negatively of them?

He doesn’t know what to do.

But then, just as Lilia called for him, he hears familiar voices.

[I’m setting a trap for you like those old cartoon for leaving me heartbroken like this Silver Knight Anonie😭, but never fear! I can add hope! I can add some fluff! 🥰😘

That cover song was so good, and she’s so pretty 💞🌸]

Summary: Love saves Silver once again.

"You don't deserve to cry!"

Silver fell to his knees, sobbing.

Why? Why?! How could he be born to this heritage? How could he betray his Father? Lord Malleus? Be the cause of their pain.

"My little love, why do you cry?"

Silver looked up in shock.

You.

It was you.

The one from his dreams.

He watched as you quickly walked towards a crib. The same cradle he had seen his father with. You picked up the babe and held him.

You rocked the baby gently, "There's no need to cry, sweetheart."

You twirl him around, squeals of laughter coming from the bundle.

"That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it's true, that visions are seldom what they seem But if I know you"

Silver had risen to his feet.

This dream. He knows this dream. No...it was a memory.

"I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream"

Silver watched as the Knight of Dawn joined you in your singing. The man that was once a hazy image in his dreams is now seen clearly.

The Knight of Dawn embraced his family.

You tapped the baby's nose, "See, my love? You are loved. There's no need to cry."

They...they loved me and I...

Silver clutched his chest.

I don't know. I don't know! What do I-argh!

The bright light of his ring blinded him before he was transported into another memory.

You were holding him, rocking him.

Yet, you seemed different.

Lonely.

"I will protect you From all around you I will be here Don't you cry"

You placed your precious bundle in the cradle. Tears fell from your face and yet you still smiled, making sure none touched your baby.

Silver neared you. He didn't want you to cry.

Please. Please. Don't cry.

"You'll be in my heart No matter what they say You'll be here in my heart Always"

"My little love, may you always be happy. May your eyes never cloud with sorrow. I pray they always be bright and true."

Those words!

Silver reaches for you, needing to wipe your tears as you have always surely done his.

Only for you to disappear.

No!

"Get up Silver! Do whatever it takes! Do not fall here!"

"My little love, do you not see? How loved you are."

Silver is filled with renewed determination. He would make sure everything would be right again.

"I will end this nightmare and bring my loved one’s smiles back!"

The ring lit up once again, engulfing the group in pastel colors.

"Our son."

Silver gasped, eyes widening.

It was you and him.

“You two are-”

Both smiled.

Silver fell.

Yes, I did use “once upon a dream” and “you’ll be in my heart” song.

Yes, I did use those lines that Lilia told Silver in book 7 chapter 1 about clear eyes without sorrows.

Yes, I am curled up in bed and in the feels. 💔🥺

But did I not say?! I will give some fluff! Some hope! 💚💚💗💗 and I meant it 🫶💞☺️🥹

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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. mentions of getting pregnant/having children. mentions of a breeding kink. slightly suggestive at the end.

word count: 1.7k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

a/n: I can't believe this series is finally coming to an end. after many long hours brainstorming and working on it, it's finally finished. I just randomly came up with the idea for this 2 months ago, yet it has impacted so many of you guys and I find that really beautiful. 😭 as always, thanks so much for taking time out of your days to support my work and read my writings, it means a great deal to me! I'm excited for what the future holds and please anticipate the next works coming from me~ 💞

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The faint sounds of bluebirds chirping just outside your bedroom window was the first thing that roused you from dreamland.

That, and the long muscular arm that was slinked tight across your waist, hugging you close to a warm body.

Slowly cracking your eyes open, you were blinded by the late-morning sunshine that filtered through the bedroom’s only window. The curtains were drawn open and allowed a clear view of the stunning weather that lay just outside your front door. With it being May and all, the sky was a brilliant crystal blue, with snowy-white clouds dotting the horizon.

“Good morning, lovely,” a low, grumbly voice said from just beside you.

You pulled your eyes away from the sight of sunshine and your focus landed on your boyfriend. Minho was snuggled down into the thick duvet, giving you one of his signature soft, languid smiles. His eyes crinkled at the corners and a certain laziness cast across his dark irises.

“Hi, baby,” you said in a whisper, reaching out to him and carding a few fingers through his unruly bed-head. “Sleep well?”

He yanked you a little closer at that, pressing a fervent kiss to one of your cheeks. “I sure did… much thanks to you.” He wiggled his eyebrows, tone quite suggestive. He was acting like an immature schoolboy - the opposite of the beast of a man that he had been in bed the night before.

But you liked this side of him.

The soft, lazy one.

The one that you had quickly fallen in love with upon first glance.

He was easy.

Lee Minho was incredibly pleasant to be around.

He wasn’t too loud or too annoying.

But he also wasn’t too quiet or reserved either.

Sure, he could have his moments of both crazy and brooding.

But for the most part, he was always the same - steadfast in gentleness and care.

And the way he looked on at you at that moment, with so much tenderness flooding his eyes and with it pressing his lips into a velvety line, your heart nearly melted from the intimacy of it all.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly today…” You laughed quietly, raking away a few strands of his midnight locks that had fallen into his line of vision. “You just treated me too well last night.”

Minho flashed you a shadowed grin at that, leaning in to press a few gentle kisses against your mouth. You all but melted into his touch, groaning at the feeling of having him so close again. It was so comfortable - laying in bed with him like that, so late in the morning on the weekend. You loved it so much, and you never wanted it to end.

When he pulled away from you to catch his breath, his lips were shining with your taste and his teeth sparkled under the sunlight that flooded through the entire bedroom. “I want to live with you, Y/N.”

His words caught you completely off guard, throwing you for a wild loop of anticipation. Heart skipping over itself rapidly in your chest, your eyes widened at him as you tried to contemplate his admission. “W-What?” Is all you could manage to say, voice growing quiet at the way that he was looking at you just then.

Minho moved towards you, delicately pressing his forehead to yours, hot breath fanning against your nose as he spoke, “I want to have everything with you - want to share the little and big moments with you. Want to go to sleep with you by my side and wake up with you still right there. I want you to be the last thing I see in the night, and the first thing I see in the morning.”

You could feel the tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes. Because truly- Lee Minho was unlike any other man you had ever met before. He seemed to genuinely care about you - he seemed to love you wholeheartedly and unashamedly.

And that both terrified you and excited you at the very same time.

“So say you’ll move in with me, baby girl… say you’ll live at my place.”

All you could do was stare at him for a few moments in disbelief. He was being serious - he wanted to live with you. He actually wanted to build a life with you.

“Yes-” You blurted out, a smile already creeping across the line of your mouth, “A thousand times yes!”

You were so happy that you threw your arms around his neck, tugging him close to you and burying your face in the heat of his chest. He chuckled, the sounds vibrating out across him and lighting something benevolent and fuzzy inside of your heart.

When you pulled apart again, Minho mirrored your expression, grinning from ear to ear. You were just so happy - to think, that you’d get to spend the rest of your days with the man of your dreams. With the man that you had been pondering over and wishing over for so very long.

And now he was yours - forever, and always.

Just before Minho was about to slant back into you and kiss you again, you pushed on his chest, feeling the bare muscle there and ignoring the burst of heat that it sent through your core.

“But wait- Min, I-”

Your words faltered as he swiped a few fingers across your cheek, nimble digits skittering against your flesh and forcing your heart to beat a little faster. “What is it, princess?” He asked, eyes soft and serene as he waited for you to continue.

Swallowing around the lump that was starting to form in the middle of your throat, you peered up at him with pink-flushed cheeks. “I do want to live with you- I want that so very much. But… I want more than just that. I want more of you than just simply living together.”

Minho smirked devilishly, “Go on…” He implored you with knowing eyes, his fingers on your cheek trailing down to fit underneath your chin. He grabbed at your jaw gently, guiding your gaze up to meet his eyes once more.

“I… I think I’m finally ready.”

“For what?”

“To… start a life with you.”

The air was pulled right out of you as you said the single most thing that had been brewing in your mind for such a long time. The tension zapped in the room around you, snapping like an elastic and making you squirm under his hold and his regard.

Because truthfully, you had been thinking about such a thing...

Moving into someplace nice with Lee Minho and settling down with a family of your very own… with your cats and each other and-

Minho’s thumb moved away from your jaw, tracing the outline of your mouth as he shook his head slowly, a hazy grin already spreading across his face. “Ah- did my baby love being bred so much last night that you want to be swollen with my very own child?”

You couldn’t believe it, but you were nodding your head in silence, the blush flooding into the column of your neck and spreading across your chest. You felt light-headed with a mixture of delight and love, as Minho’s face came close to yours once more.

“I think that can be… arranged…” The mischievousness flashed in his eyes then, and it was the last thing you saw before he was pressing his mouth to yours and swallowing up the faint moan that slipped out of you from the way things were turning south very quickly.

But you didn’t mind one bit.

You didn’t mind the way he grabbed onto you, positioning you so that you were laying out beneath him, just like the night before.

No, rather, you welcomed it gladly.

To finally have found your place in the world.

Through so much turmoil and strife and fighting.

It had taken a long time. With a lot of waiting and grief in between.

Nyx’s passing had left a hollow part in your heart.

But you soon came to realize that the one thing you needed to heal the wound - the one person - had always been standing right there by your side, in the corner of your vision.

And his name was Lee Minho.

First, he was your veterinarian.

First, he was just the handsome neighborhood doctor.

Then, he became a close confidante and someone whom you could lean on during difficult times.

After that, he grew into something more - a man you thought over, pined after - for a long time.

And finally, he became your exquisite lover.

The one person who healed it all… the scars, the past hurts, the pain. All of it. Taking it away, leaving tiny scars behind, with each comforting kiss. With each gentle touch. With each serene word.

At one point in your life, you had thought that nothing would ever compare to Nyx. That no one would be able to fill the gaping void left inside of you from losing her.

But, as it turns out - as fate would have it - you ended up with the very person you had needed from the beginning. And that made your heart burst with joy and adoration.

And you knew that no matter what happened - no matter who you lost - Minho would always be by your side. Because he had been, since day one. You had just been too blindsided by your prejudices and worries to see it.

However, that was no more.

Now, your life was bursting with colour - with happiness and calm and all things captivating and ethereal.

And it was all because of…

Him.

The man named Lee Minho,

The veterinarian just down the road from you, who owned a quaint little clinic.

And the man that silently took care of the animals that he adored - never seeking praise, never wanting validation.

Because he did it out of the kindness of his own heart. Out of the passion that he had for all creatures, big and small.

And that was something incredibly beautiful and lovely to you.

Fin.

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One Tree Hill has the best depiction of therapy that i’ve ever seen. There may be others but especially in teen dramas, it always seems to be so cringey.

Nathan and Haley are having some marital issues to say the least and so they go to therapy together as a couple. The depiction of the therapist is really good but also James and Joy’s acting in this episode is incredible.

The way that Haley starts off the session kind of aloof from Nathan. She’s sitting about as far away from him as she can on the couch. She only glances/looks at him when she needs to and sometimes he’ll be talking to her and she’ll continue to look forward at the therapist...

And as the session goes on they start to get closer to each other...

And then Nathan starts to tell the story about when he fell in love with Haley and how that was the first time he ever vulnerable with someone and you can see the vibe really start to shift...

Haley really starts to zone in on Nathan. Girl loves vulnerability. Like she can tell when Nathan is being vulnerable and she loves that. In fact, I believe that was the moment she fell in love with him too. Nathan fell in love with her in S1 that time after he collapsed and he was vulnerable with Haley. And vise versa. I believe that her seeing him be vulnerable in that moment in 1x09 made her fall in love with him as well. So in this therapy session, seeing him be vulnerable really softens her.

After that moment you can see Haley physically getting increasingly closer to Nathan like how she puts her leg up to point where it’s touching Nathan’s leg...

Also Haley starts to tease and joke with Nathan in the session...

And then by the end of the session Nathan and Haley start holding hands...

And I love how this is Nathan and Haley’s entire storyline in this episode. They’ve been going to therapy for about a month but this episode chooses to focus on one session and show their journey back to each other and their reconciliation and that imagery of them becoming emotionally and physically closer to each other over the course of the episode. It’s really visually poetic. And then the end of the episode makes me so happy everytime...

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hi it’s nice to see you back! i hope you’re enjoying is2 🐈‍⬛ can i request an imagine where phantom regains his self once he sees his beloved s/o coming to rescue him? they’re so worried and scared for him that he feels extremely guilty but i would like to see a little personal reunion between them!! 🥹

Hiya anon 💕!! Tysm for your request and for your kindness, I'm enjoying Integrated Strategies 2 a lot aaa 🥳 the theme is v awesome and it's super fun!

Phantom has definitely grown on me v much since I first encountered his character and first wrote for him 👉👈! I also happen to be a huge fan of the original 'Phantom of the Opera' musical which is probably also why I came to love him lots lolol 💞~

I absolutely loved your idea omg anon, v soft but also potential for lots of emotions 😭🥺 So ty for sending it in!!

(I also wanted to mention that - along with the soundtrack for 'Phantom of the Opera' - I listened to 'Two Slow Dancers' by Mitski on repeat while working on this as I think it fits the piece well sbdjsb~)

Anywho, I really hope you and everyone else enjoys 💕👉👈!!!

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Rescue Him

Imagine format; mixed perspectives between the Operator and the reader, written in second person!

Contains: Phantom, gender-neutral Operator as the reader, spoliers regarding Phantom's past and events of Phantom and Crimson Solitaire, established relationship, Phantom addresses the reader by the nickname "little kitten", Shalem as a background character, fear, brief mentions of death, talk of self-loathing, lots and and lots of emotions from both Phantom and reader sbzjsb, hurt and comfort with a soft ending 🥺!!

Word count: 2.3k!

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Phantom - no, the Blood Diamond of the Crimson Troupe -, his body was a puppet on strings. The curtain parted as he entered the stage; dressed in an ostentatious outfit of red and black, face hidden by his distinctive white mask, and eyes glowing with indescribable malice.

A reverberating voice from overhead began its announcement, “The time has come. The red moon is here. The stringed puppets are all dancing. All for the most supreme art. Now go, my ‘Blood Diamond’, go. They are the audience you have eagerly awaited.” The spotlight fell upon the Feline, all the eyes in the room drew to him. His movements weren't his own as he slowly lifted his arm and began to summon his Arts. The stage and all surrounding it was ready, he was ready.

A commotion from his audience took the Blood Diamond’s attention. There, you stood far from the stage with your weapon in hand, surrounded by your squadmates all immobilized by shock, and Shalem’s hand holding your wrist tightly to prevent you from moving. For a moment - just a moment - you all simply stared at the Feline, wide-eyed and transfixed.

You had stepped into the Castle with not an ounce of hesitation. You had stood before its gates, posture firm like a commander, or the confident lead actor of a play, perhaps; when you had moved forward, the rest of the Squad had followed behind. You had persisted through a near-endless traverse through the Castle, ignoring your aching, worry-riven heart, with the only thought in your mind being to find him and return him to Rhodes Island safely.

Now, however; as the Blood Diamond stared directly into you, his irises darkened by malevolence, fear took hold of your entire being and shattered any semblance of bravery you had left with its claws.

Shalem opened his mouth and attempted to tell something to you, but he wasn’t able to say a word. In a flash of movement you tore your arm from his hand, let your weapon drop to the floor, and began sprinting towards the stage.

The Blood Diamond’s eyes remained on you as you quickly approached. Your hand outstretched to him and your lips moved, ‘Phantom’, however your voice failed you and only produced something just barely above a whisper. Before you could come any closer, Shalem rushed forward and hurried to wrap his arms around your form, preventing you from moving.

The Feline made no reaction at you - not even a slight furrow of his brow or miniscule twitch of his lynx ears - as a heart-wrenching dread fell upon your facial expression. He only tore his gaze away from yourself and Shalem; something deep within his chest couldn’t bear to look for any longer.

His Arts leaving flickers of crimson behind and the spotlight following after him, the Blood Diamond descended from the stage. As he neared you, his eyes squeezed shut; he prepared to finally strike, to sing.

It was only then that you finally found your voice again - “Phantom! Please, it’s me!!” You yelled suddenly, words leaving your throat shakily and breaking by the end of your sentence. The Feline before you froze; his lips fell agape, his eyes snapped open, then his gaze immediately fixed onto you.

You were struggling against Shalem and desperately trying to rush towards him instead, your face confused and twisted in affliction, as if seeing him like he was inflicted physical wounds on you. “Phantom!!” You tried again, louder this time, and your eyes began to fill with tears - when they spilt onto your cheeks, the Blood Diamond’s heart suddenly surged.

What was he doing? Why were you here?

With that, his mind rapidly became a scrambled cacophony, dissonance between his own thoughts and a voice in his head that wasn't his own causing pain to rush to his temples. His breathing became uneven and his heartbeat was now deafening in his ears.

This was not who he was, was it?

Though he made an effort to resist, whatever was possessing him forced him to step forward, to follow the script; the Feline’s motions were strained when he raised his hand to at last strike down with his Arts and prepared his voice to sing.

Then - as his mouth parted to release the first note - in a last attempt, you cried out, “LUCIEN!!”

The name - his name - from your lips was a blade, finally cutting the Blood Diamond away from the strings controlling him. The hostility flickered from his eyes, he covered a hand over his mouth, the crimson Arts surrounding him dissipated; he returned to you, once again becoming himself. Phantom collapsed to his knees.

A silence rested upon the entire room, slowly. Your chest ached from the assault of your hammering heart, your face was wet with tears; you silently begged this to be truly over and not be another one of the Castle’s hallucinations. Shalem and yourself became utterly still, both your eyes fixed raptly to the Feline on the floor. He wearily lifted his head, then a raspy and quiet whisper came from his lips, “...little kitten?”

You were certain you had never moved so fast in your life.

Breaking out of Shalem’s hold, you rushed towards Phantom and fell to the ground right in front of him, “Lucien! I’m right here- I’m here!” You took his cheeks into your hands, unbelievably gentle. Hastily, you removed his white mask from his face and discarded it to the floor; the moment your gaze locked to his, your uneven heartbeat calmed and relief melted onto your facial expression then down your body. The Feline’s copper eyes were soft, tender - albeit slightly glazed over -, and most importantly, familiar and truly his. The hint of a smile came to your lips, “...You’re back.”

Phantom rested against your affectionate touch, placing one of his own hands over yours and answering quietly, “Yes…Yes, I’m with you…it is over-” His sentence was cut off by a rough cough, which quickly evolved into a fit of hacks and gasps that ripped through his body, “Ack- my…my throat, little kitten-” Pressing on the Originium crystal in his pharynx with one hand, he shakily attempted to grab at something attached to your belt with the other - an Oripathy Infection monitor.

You jolted, snapping into motion. After taking the Infection monitor off your belt and in your hand, you used a moment to remove the broken remnants of his previous one from his neck; you brought the device close, and Phantom’s hands guided your own and assisted you in clasping it around his throat. It locked shut with a ‘click’, firmly suppressing the Originium Crystal.

Intertwining both of his hands with your own, you waited for his coughing to cease. When it did, you piped up softly, “Is that better? A-Are you okay?” He nodded in response, “I’m fine, I thank you greatly.” With his composure regained enough, he focused his gaze on your face - a choice which he was quick to regret, as he felt his heart sink to the floor at the sight.

The relief on your expression had been immense, however it was merely ephemeral. Now, your facial features were trembling and your eyes were becoming tearful once more; though it was fading, the fear that had gripped you just moments before still clutched onto your body. The Feline felt the tremors in your hands - your hands that were so tightly squeezing onto his, as if he would vanish if you were to let go.

“L-Lucien…I-” When you couldn’t restrain your emotions any longer, small sobs racked through your body and tears quickly fell down your cheeks - Phantom’s heart shattered and he found himself choking on its pieces, unable to speak.

So you did instead, rambling through your crying, “I-I was so, so worried about you. When the Doctor told me y-you were suddenly gone and no one could find you anywhere, I was just- just terrified.” Sniffling, you hesitantly released one of his hands in order to wipe your face with your sleeve, “And when the Squad and I were sent out to Victoria to rescue you…I-I was scared that when we found you, you were going to- to be hurt, or y-you wouldn’t be able to regain your senses, o-or you were dead-” Just speaking that last statement aloud, just the prospect of it, broke any composure you were still straining to keep.

As he watched you collapse into plaintive cries, Phantom’s lynx ears flattened against his head and shame overtook his face expression; guilt weighed down on him, so heavy that he struggled to breathe. You deserved better than this, the Feline told himself, better than him; he’d never be able to atone for all the distress and heartache you had been forced through because of him.

Though strained, his voice returned to him, “Hush now, little kitten. You need not say anymore…come, come here.” Though he felt unfit to hold you, Phantom nevertheless brought his arms around your form and into his embrace; one of his hands placed itself on the back of your head in order to gently guide your face to the curve between his shoulder and neck, the other coming to rub up and down your spine in a soothing manner. The Feline’s movements were slow, uncertain; he waited for you to flinch away and refuse his touch, ‘justly so’, he believed.

And yet, you didn't. Instead, your body lost its posture once in his hold; you curled into him, nuzzling into his neck and bringing your hands to his chest where they clenched into fists, fingers closing tightly on the fabric of his clothing. Phantom’s eyes widened, your unexpected closeness prompting a small fission of shock to shoot through him. He was only stiff for but a second - under your warmth, his body involuntarily melted into your own. The Feline’s hands slid down your form and he wrapped his arms around your waist, then his head lowered to rest upon your shoulder. For a short while, the two of you simply remained like that.

When your sobbing quieted to small sniffles, the Feline went on speaking, “Though it is not enough, I deeply apologize to you. I…I believed I’d long since slain those of the troupe…but it seems that is not so, and I fear I was wrong. The fault…the fault is all mine.” Body suddenly stiffening and jaw now tight, Phantom began to recoil from you, “My little kitten, you…you should not be here. You need to take your leave quickly, there is nothing to be gained from staying alongside me. The shadows and the evil they hide, my sins…none of this is anything you ought to bear.”

However, you didn't allow him to move away. You shook your head against his shoulder, before pulling him closer by the cloth of his shirt and wrapping your arms around his neck. You replied, “N-No, Lucien, stop. I don’t care about any of that…I’m never leaving you, o-okay?” Worried he wouldn't believe your words unless you reinforced them somehow, with careful hands you trailed your fingers up past his nape. They combed through his hair and stroked over his lynx ears gently, as you went on, “…I’m just so happy you’re safe and you can come back home to Rhodes Island. I don’t know what I would’ve done if…if something happened to you...” The Feline’s reply didn't come right away, his mouth fell agape and his eyes widened slightly at your ever-so tender words.

He, whom the darkness constantly treaded behind and whom tragedy loomed over, was not deserving of you; Phantom had convinced himself so, his mind told him so. What made him worthy of the words that came from your heart? What made him worthy to hold you as he was, as if you were his?

Though, even so, the Feline was unable to restrain himself from once again easing into your arms, a serene expression on his face. If you gave your love to him unconditionally, if you allowed him to rest in the safety of your embrace, then he would never ever refuse it and would be forever grateful.

Phantom lifted his head from your shoulder in order to leave a light, fleeting kiss on the crown of your head. His eyelids closed shut, and he lingered there for a moment, before speaking finally - a whisper and words honest, “No. It’s I who would find myself lost without you…many thanks, little kitten. ”

The sound of soft footfalls approaching reminded the Feline that you and him weren't alone; one of his lynx ears twitched, and his eyes opened. Shalem stood a short distance from the two of you, with Miss Christine - when had she gotten here? - trailing after him, “...Welcome back then, Phantom. Ah, beg pardon for disturbing you both…but shall we go now? Surely, by remaining in this Castle, we would only be inviting more disaster.”

Though reluctantly, pulled away from Phantom’s embrace. After taking a moment to wipe your face of any wetness and to gather yourself with a long, steady breath, you looked to Shalem and the rest of your squadmates. “You’re right. Please, let’s all get out of here. I want to leave Calais-Blason, go back home, and never see this Castle again...” You remarked with a sharp sigh, rising up from the floor. Phantom followed, moving to stand as well, “Yes, we oughtn’t tarry here…” - but you were at his side in an instant, before he could attempt to lift himself off the ground. You brought his arm around your shoulders, “Lucien, careful…here, I’ve got you.”, and assisted him up.

The Blood Diamond’s performance had been brought to an abrupt end. The curtain was closed, the script discarded, and the stage abandoned. It was time for Phantom to leave from under the spotlight of the Crimson Troupe, and return to Rhodes Island.

“...Little kitten, wait.”

You blinked, immediately turning your head to look to him. Phantom slowly inhaled, then his words left his lips, carrying with them every bit of adoration and gratitude he had, “I love you…endlessly, with all that I am.”

A sincere smile arose to your face, and you replied with not even the slightest delay, “And I love you more, Lucien.”

“The Blood Diamond”, “Phantom”; anyone could call him whatever they wanted, but he would always be Lucien to you.

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