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ta3mint · 10 days ago

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Okok so since I’m currently on a road trip I wanted to ask if you could make a minho fluff where the reader goes on a road trip with all of stray kids but the whole time the boys are trying to get Minho and y/n alone together bc they all know they both have huge crushes on each other but are oblivious to it please I need something to keep me entertained 👉🏼👈🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

High Stakes

Contains: Minho x fem reader, the guys trying to set you up, two idiots in love, "SKZ Code" coded antics

Warnings: cussing but nothing too crazy, mentions of drugs/edibles, suggestive content, no proofreading <3 yeah

Word Count: 5,727

Author's note: I am clearing out old requests from where I was gone for so long, so feel free to send in more requests (and maybe for other members/groups too since my blog has become "Minho Land" LMAO and I'm not complaining, but the other boys deserve love too!!)

Being the only girl around a group of eight men sounds like a lot in any context. In this case, the context was in a van. A van that was too small and too slow for your liking right now. Looking back, you weren't sure how you ever thought this road trip was a good idea.

Somehow you ended up in the back row squished between Hyunjin and Jisung, and in the second row was Felix, Jeongin, Changbin, and Minho, who somehow turned three seats into four. Chan was in the driver's seat looking like he was truly contemplating driving the van off a cliff, and in the passenger's seat was Seungmin, who looked like he was trying to learn how to teleport with his mind to... literally anywhere else.

"Chan, are we there yet?"

If he heard you, he didn't make any efforts to answer you. This irritated you slightly, but you supposed you understood. After all, it must be difficult to hear over all the complaining in the second row.

"Chan, can we please pull over? This van smells like ass," Changbin groaned, banging his head lightly on the window next to him.

Minho mimicked the noise and shifted uncomfortably in his place, trying to get out from underneath Jeongin's butt on top of his thigh.

"Wash your upper lip in the shower next time then!"

Changbin shot Minho the deadliest glare imaginable, and Hyunjin vibrated with silent laughter next to you.

"Guys, if you don't shut the hell up, I'm making sure all of your contracts get terminated so it's just me and Seungmin left in the group," Chan yelled to the back.

"Wait, what did I do?!" Felix shrieked, looking genuinely concerned, not realizing that Chan would literally never do that.

"You didn't do us a favor and drug the brownies last night so this would be a lot more pleasant," Seungmin said from the passenger's seat.

Jisung nudged you gently in the side, getting your attention.

"You okay?"

You nodded and gestured to the rows in front of you.

"Yeah, just waiting for this to be done so we can actually have some fun. And I have to pee."

Jisung thought for a second but quickly focused on the rearview mirror, trying to make eye contact with Chan.

"Chan, (Y/N) has to use the bathroom! Can we pleaseeee pull over somewhere?"

Jeongin turned around, quickly digging in his bag and pulling out an empty water bottle.

"Here, use this!"

He handed it to you over the seat, looking so proud of himself that you couldn't bear not to take it from him.

"You idiot, girls can't pee in water bottles," Hyunjin mumbled from underneath the ball cap that was pulled down over his face.

A look of disappointment washed over Jeongin, but you patted his hand comfortingly.

"It's okay, that was very sweet of you."

Suddenly, the van came to a stop, causing several heads to bump into the seats in front of them.

"We're here, so everyone get out, for the love of all that is good in the world," Chan whined, placing his hands on his face.

You had never seen the boys move so fast, not even during costume changes backstage. Doors flew open and they fell or stumbled out, some over top of others that were actually closer to the doors. Thankfully, after Hyunjin stepped out, he reached back in and offered you his hand for support.

"Thank you, Hyunjin," you said as you smiled at him while moving past.

"Anytime, beautiful."

Suddenly, you felt someone near you and you looked to see Felix kneeling dramatically on the ground.

"Oh, thank fuck," Felix sighed.

It was safe to say that everyone was glad they had made it to their destination after being crammed together for several hours.

The campground was bigger than you imagined, which you liked. It meant there was more to do and see. And Chan had made extra sure to rent a small tent just for your use only. The boys would squeeze into the two medium sized ones pushed together on your group's lot. Yours was off to the side a bit, which you also liked.

While you were placing your things into your tent, you couldn't help but stifle laughter as you listened to the eight grown men argue about who was sleeping in which tent. Chan was saying that they should just split it the same way they used to do with the dorms, but Hyunjin wasn't too pleased with that.

"I had to smell the three of you after a workout session at home way more than I would have liked, and I just know you're going to use the campground gym while we are here, so I am not smelling you inside a tent for the next few days! It was bad enough when we had air conditioning."

You couldn't say you didn't see his logic.

"Well, I just think it makes the most sense, Hyunjin. Come on and don't be such a baby," Chan groaned.

"I would literally rather sleep in the van."

Eventually, it was decided that the gym rats would share a tent, and Hyunjin would just squeeze in the other tent with the rest of them. An uneven division numerically, but a more desirable one for poor Hyunjin.

After the debate ended and everyone got settled, it didn't take long for everyone to wander off and find their own things to do. It was quite a fancy place, you had to admit. There were games spread out everywhere, like horseshoe and mini golf, as well as things like a gym, a pool, and a few shopping stalls.

You ended up going over to the horseshoe area. It was unclear exactly where everyone else went. They would turn up eventually, though, you were sure.

No one else was around to play, and you didn't mind it. The quiet was nice, and it gave you an opportunity to relax. And it also gave you the opportunity to realize you didn't actually know how to play horseshoe.

There were two sets of colored shoes, one red and one blue. You grabbed a blue one and flipped it over in your hands to get a feel for it. There were a few metal stakes in the ground, but you weren't sure how far away you were supposed to stand. Oh, well.

Tentatively, you threw it towards the stake. It didn't really come as a surprise when you missed.

As you kept practicing your throwing, you heard footsteps behind you. It didn't concern you too much though, so you didn't pay any mind to it and continued to focus on what you were doing.

Suddenly, something big and warm collided with your back, causing you to stumble forward a bit.

"Hey!"

Turning around with your horseshoe raised, you realized what the big and warm thing was. It was Minho, who had seemingly also stumbled, but onto his hands and knees.

"Oh, are you okay? Where did you even come from?" you asked him as you bent down to look and make sure he was alright.

Minho stood up without looking at you and brushed off the palms of his hands on the knees of his jeans, which were now a bit scuffed.

"I'm okay, thank you. But are you?"

He looked at you now with his eyes opened a bit wider than normal and his face a bit more red than you remembered.

"I'm okay."

A silence filled the space between the two of you. This happened quite a lot when you talked to him alone. But you weren't sure why.

"Where did you come from though?"

Minho glanced at you before turning around and pointing down the path back towards the camping lots.

"Chan said I should find you and make sure you were doing okay. But I told him I didn't know how to play horseshoe... And then I tripped over a rock and crashed into you."

You gave him a confused look in return for his words. How did Chan know you were even down here playing? You hadn't seen him since everyone went off to find something to do.

"How did he know I was playing horseshoe? And why wouldn't I be okay?"

Minho shrugged.

"I was just following instructions. He seemed pretty serious."

You shook your head, clearing away all the fragments of weird thoughts that were beginning to form in your mind.

"Well, it would seem I don't know how to play horseshoe either. Should we Google it?"

Minho nodded, pulling out his phone. But he quickly realized that he didn't have service.

"Ah. I don't know what I expected. I think there is WiFi in the main area of the grounds."

"No, it's okay," you said, laughing slightly, "Let's just make up our own game."

He smiled, grabbing another horseshoe and coming to stand beside you.

"Okay," he began, "Let's just see who can get the most of these things on the stakes. Seems simple enough. You can be blue and I'll be red."

"Okay, let's do it!"

About thirty minutes had passed of you and Minho tossing your horseshoes onto the stakes. It had gotten quite heated, both of you being competitive even for just a simple game.

You were even slightly out of breath as you looked around at the carnage in front of you. Several of the stakes had become bent or even completely knocked over since they were so brittle, presumably because they were so old and had not been replaced in a while. Or maybe it was because you were fighting for your life against Minho to win, and you guys were truly throwing them that hard. Whatever the case may be, that wasn't what was important.

As it stood right now, Minho had the most points.

"Told you I would win," he said in between deep breaths.

"No no no! I still have one horseshoe left, you big meanie."

In a triumphant burst of energy, you shot your hand up into the air, holding onto your last horseshoe for dear life.

"If I make this, we will be tied. You only have one point on me."

Minho cursed under his breath, straightening his back and stretching the tension out from his sore muscles.

"Fine, let's see if you can do it, princess."

A lump formed in your throat at his words.

Princess? What did he mean by that? Why did he call you that? Just a joke, you were sure. But how did it make you feel?

Your heart sped up before you mind could catch on. And when it did, you were sure your heart would beat right out of your chest.

It made you feel nervous.

But why?

"Hello, Earth to (Y/N). Do you need some help?"

Minho's sarcastic remark drew you out of your overly-anxious thoughts.

Oh, right. You had a game to finish.

But before you could take aim yourself, Minho reached out and grabbed your arm gently with a timid smile on his face. He raised your arm up into the air at the perfect height for you to throw the last horseshoe in your hand, which was now slick with sweat.

"Okay, now just..."

His words trailed off as he came around behind you, hand never leaving your arm.

"Pull it back like this."

He knew you knew how to throw these things. After all, it wasn't like he was winning by a huge margin. So why did he feel the need to do this?

And why did you like it so much when he touched your arm?

"Then throw."

Minho pushed your arm forward, and you released your grip on the horseshoe. But you didn't watch where it landed. In fact, you hadn't looked at the field since Minho came behind you and pulled your arm back. You were locked into eye contact with him, searching his gaze for something...but you weren't quite sure what.

The sound of metal hitting metal was heard in the dwindling daylight, and you knew you must have at least touched one of the stakes. But still, you didn't look away. And neither did he.

You were so close to each other's faces you could feel his breath fan across your cheeks. Tearing your eyes away from his for just a split second, you noticed that his lips were parted slightly, like he was getting ready to say something or...do something.

But he didn't. You reacted first, the realization of how close you were to him hitting you right in the chest, making you extremely anxious for some reason.

You pulled away from him and shot a quick glance over at the field of stakes and horseshoes.

"Well, it looks like we tied after all," you chuckled nervously.

Minho rubbed the back of his neck, no longer looking towards you, and instead out into the field as well.

"It looks like we did."

Night came and all nine of you had found your way back to your lot.

The walk back with Minho had been silent. Not in an uncomfortable way, exactly. Just in a way that made you feel...like something was missing.

What happened out there? Why did being around one of your best friends suddenly make you feel so strange?

You were currently sitting on one of the camping chairs closest to the fire. Felix was looking for something to make for dinner since none of you had eaten in quite a while.

Before long, he groaned quietly, and straightened up from where he had been bent over digging through all the coolers and bags.

"It looks like we forgot most of the food, guys..."

"WHAT?" Changbin yelled, causing everyone to jump out of their skins.

"All that money we spent on all that food..." Jeongin looked off into the distance dramatically.

"Yeah," Felix continued, "It looks like all we managed to bring were the sandwiches we made this morning for the ride that no one actually ate."

A silent understanding moved throughout the group as you all looked around at each other.

You were too hungry to care.

Luckily, there were nine sandwiches exactly, and they were still cold thanks to Felix's care in packing them in a cooler.

He passed them around to everyone before plopping into his seat next to you.

"Tomorrow, we will all have to split up and take care of some things," Chan began in between bites of his sandwich.

Everyone grumbled among themselves.

"I'm serious," Chan continued, "We knew we would have to in order to have some fun right? We don't get many vacation opportunities like this."

That, everyone could agree on.

"So, tomorrow. Me, Changbin, and Han will go get more wood. Felix and Hyunjin, you guys..."

Chan's words were slowly tuned out by your exhausted brain. You were too focused on your sandwich, which was now almost gone. That is, until Chan said your name.

"...and that leaves (Y/N) and Minho. You two will stay here and make sure no one messes with our stuff while we're all gone."

The last bite of your sandwich nearly got stuck in your throat, causing you to cough harshly.

Blinking away your tears, Felix patted you on the back in genuine worry.

"Geez, (Y/N), if you don't like Minho, just say that," Seungmin snickered from across the fire.

"Oh, I think she-" Jisung began.

"Anyway," Chan said loudly, standing up and clapping his hands. "I think that's it for tonight. Let's all get some sleep, yeah?"

Chan looked over at you briefly, and you could've sworn he was having to keep from smiling.

And then you glanced at Minho, who was a few chairs away.

He was balling up the wrapping his sandwich had been in, not looking anywhere but down.

"Aw, man..." you thought, "he probably doesn't want to be near me after whatever weird shit that was earlier."

But you tried not to think about it right now. Luckily, you were so tired that it was pretty easy to think about something else. Like sleeping.

The group began making their way to their tents, and you could hear Hyunjin arguing with someone about their sleeping arrangements already.

Once inside of your small tent, you zipped it closed and kicked off your shoes. The thin fabric didn't really do much for noise and it made you wonder how long they could actually keep arguing at this rate.

After a few minutes, they came to some sort of agreement, and the only sounds that were left in the cool night air were the sounds of crickets and a dying fire.

Sleep came to you fairly easily since you were so tired. You didn't expect to have any trouble and assumed you would sleep straight through the night. But things work out strangely sometimes, you were beginning to realize.

You woke slowly, in a groggy state. It was still dark outside, so you could only assume a couple of hours had passed. When you went to check the actual time on your phone, you realized that you had forgotten to plug it into your portable charger and it was completely dead.

"Great," you said to yourself, begrudgingly digging around your tent for your charger in the dark.

Once you had that settled and your phone plugged in, you realized you could hear the fire crackling again. It definitely should've been out by now, so did someone start it up again?

Weighing your options, you decided that curiosity got the better of you.

You stood up and began fumbling around in the dark again, this time in a search for the zipper of the tent. Eventually, you found it, and you pulled it up slowly so as not to make too much noise.

The cool night air rushed inside, bringing with it the unmistakable smell of the campfire. It was slowly becoming one of your favorite smells. Along with it though, was a different smell. One that you should not have been able to sense so well given that the fire was going so strong.

But you'd know it anywhere. You could probably smell it in your dreams if you thought hard enough before sleeping.

Felix's brownies.

With a bit more conviction now, you made your way out of your tent, approaching the lone member of your group that sat by the fire, facing away from you.

You came around his side quietly, which may not have been such a good idea in hindsight.

Because the second he saw you, he yelled, his voice reverberating off the trees around you.

"Jesus, (Y/N)!"

It was Chan, and even in the flickering light of the flames you could tell some of the color had drained from his face thanks to you scaring the life out of him.

"I'm sorry! I just woke up and heard the fire. And then I smelled..." you trailed off, looking down to the object in question in Chan's hands.

A singular brownie left over from the night before you left for this trip. Where on Earth had he gotten it? Usually there aren't any leftovers.

"Shh!" Chan looked around, as if he hadn't just yelled loud enough to wake everyone up. Somehow, no one had stirred. Most of them probably fell asleep with their earbuds in, as per usual.

"Where the hell did you get that?"

Chan gripped it tightly, pulling it closer to him.

"I...uh, you know. Found it. In Felix's bag. After he went to sleep."

Ah, of course. Felix always makes extra for himself because he hardly ever gets any when all the guys are around, despite being the one who makes them.

"Look, there was only one. And I drove! So, I deserve it."

You couldn't help but laugh quietly at the pout on Chan's face.

"Does Felix know you have it?"

"I'll give you half if you don't say anything..."

You sat down next to Chan in the closest open chair, and he quickly passed you your half.

"Don't let anyone find out."

You giggled as you broke off a piece and put it in your mouth.

"My lips are sealed."

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for several minutes, making sure to enjoy every last bit of the contraband you currently possessed.

Chan broke the silence with a whisper, looking towards you as he asked his question.

"Did you have fun today?"

You nodded as you swallowed the last crumb of your half of the brownie.

"We have a few more days. I hope you guys continue to have fun and explore all that's here. That's all I want."

Chan's words warmed your heart because you knew they were sincere.

"Yeah, so far, the only part of the grounds I explored was the horseshoe field, so I've got a lot more to see."

Chan bit his lip, a mischievous glint forming in his eyes.

"Oh, yeah? How did that go, by the way?"

Your mouth opened in order to respond to him, but your words caught in your throat.

How did it go?

And why was he so invested?

A million questions landed on the tip of your tongue, but you finally settled on a few.

"Never mind that. How did you even know that was where I went today? And why did you send Minho to check on me? Were you spying on me?"

Chan shrugged, opening his palms in fake innocence.

"I can't confirm or deny that."

You squinted at him, trying to read his expression. Other than the obvious mischief you noted earlier, he had a pretty good poker face.

"Why would you have, hypothetically, been spying on me?"

"I can't answer that," Chan sighed dramatically, his hands settling back onto his lap. "That's something you will have to figure out for yourself. And I think you'll be thanking me later."

The next two days went by quickly. Chan kept giving you things to do with Minho, but the two of you hardly spoke. And when you did...well, it was kind of awkward.

Take right now, for example. The two of you were sitting next to each other at a picnic table, keeping score for the strange game the guys had made up and were currently playing. It had been Chan's idea, of course.

"That's one point, dude, not two!"

"You said that if we scored from right here, it was two points!"

"Both of you are wrong, this is out of bounds..."

Their argument continued, and to be honest, you weren't sure how accurate you and Minho's scorecards were looking anyway.

You peeked over Minho's hand laying on the table to where he was writing his score down, and you realized you were three off from him.

"Can I?" you asked him quietly, breaking the awkward tension between you briefly.

He turned towards you and looked to where you were pointing at his paper.

"Oh, sure," he said, realizing you were asking to see his and compare notes.

Minho picked up his paper and passed it to you with a small smile, which fell as soon as his fingertips brushed against yours.

"Oh, sorry!" he said, just a bit too loudly.

You jerked the paper away involuntarily since you were startled.

"No, I'm sorry," you began, "I'm so awkward."

Minho met your eyes for the first time since playing horseshoe. You didn't look away, grateful for the confirmation that he knew you still existed.

"No, I'm awkward."

"I..."

Not sure what you were going to say, you giggled all of a sudden.

Minho's lips curled into a crooked smile, revealing some of his teeth.

"We both are, I think."

You nodded, still looking into his eyes just as you had the other day. And just like the other day, it felt like time stopped and he was the only thing deserving of your attention right now.

"I like your smile," you blurted out without thinking.

Instantly, your face reddened and you broke the eye contact with Minho. But he quickly reached out and gripped your chin gently, turning you back towards him. His skin against yours was enough to get your heart racing, pounding so loudly you could hear it in your eardrums.

"Hey, don't turn away from me just yet. I feel like I haven't seen your eyes since the other day."

Huh. So he noticed it, too. The way you guys had been avoiding each other. Not necessarily on purpose, but...you weren't exactly sure what it was that was causing it.

For the millionth time, you had to ask yourself what the hell was going on. You had known Minho for so long, been friends with him for so long, through all the ups and downs of his career. So why were things suddenly so different on this trip? What had happened to you?

The conversation you had with Chan replayed in your head as Minho's hand fell from where it had been holding your chin.

A deep feeling of sadness took over, brought on by the cool air now hitting your skin where Minho's hand had been.

And that was when you realized. Finally, you realized what had been going on.

Oh.

Oh, no.

You had a crush on him. You had a crush on one of your very best friends in the whole wide world. And Chan knew it. God, did everyone know? Were you the only one who didn't know?

Does Minho know?

Before you could ask yourself any more questions, Hyunjin ran over, breathing loudly and gearing up to start yelling.

"Guys, there is no way they won. Can I see your scorecards? Wait, why are they both different?"

The night before the group was scheduled to head back home had arrived. Minho tossed and turned in his sleeping bag, squished between Felix and Jeongin, who were both scrolling on their phones.

He decided he would try to sleep away all the weird thoughts he was having about (Y/N), but the idiots playing cards a few feet away from him were not allowing him to.

"Right, so, I don't have any sevens. So, go fish."

"Hyunjin, why are you saying that like it's a question? This game is for babies, do you not know the rules?" Seungmin asked sarcastically.

Minho audibly groaned, earning the attention of the four other members in the tent with him.

"What's up with you?" Jeongin asked innocently.

"Don't bother him, he's got a lot on his mind," Hyunjin said mischievously, not letting Minho speak.

This made him sit up and glare at his fellow members.

"How would you know what I have on my mind?"

Hyunjin scoffed, looking at the others for silent permission for what he was about to say. When no one objected, he continued.

"It's painfully obvious that you like (Y/N), dude, just go for it."

Minho, who usually would've come up with a witty remark on the spot, fell silent.

Could that be true? Is that why he had been feeling so strangely when he was around her lately? Is that why Chan kept giving him stupid and random chores to do with her and the rest of the guys kept giving him weird looks? Like they all knew something he didn't?

Is that why all he wanted to do was hold her and feel her against him?

"Damn it," Minho muttered, falling back onto his wrinkled sleeping bag. "I think you're right. I don't know how everyone else but me could see it."

"It's not a bad thing," Felix said, patting him on the back lightly. "You just need to tell her. Be honest."

Minho thought for a second. Maybe his friends were right. Maybe he just needed to be a man for once and confess to the girl he likes.

But what if she doesn't like him back?

"Shhh! Quiet," Minho said to no one in particular. This earned him a few concerned glances from his friends.

"He's looooosing it," Seungmin said in a sing-song fashion, leaning over to Hyunjin's ear.

"No, really. Hush for a second, I'm trying to think," Minho whisper-yelled.

But he had decided. He did need to tell her. And he needed to do it right now.

You couldn't get settled for bed at all. You tried sleeping on one side, then the other, and then your back. But it was no use. There was no way you were going to fall asleep right now. Not when something so big was weighing on your mind and your heart.

Despite it being pitch black outside, you knew what you had to do. You had to tell Minho how you felt right now, like it was a huge, quiet secret you had been keeping for a long time. At this moment, you didn't even care if he felt the same way. You just had to get this out as soon as possible, since everyone else seemed to know anyway.

With a burst of determination, you clicked your flashlight on to find your shoes. You quickly put them on and reached for the zipper to your tent. Hurriedly, you opened it, and stepped outside into the cool, dark air.

Before you could move any further, however, you realized that Minho was just a few feet away from your tent, already bending down to grip the zipper.

Neither of you moved, mirroring each other like two deer in the same set of headlights.

Then you heard fabric rustling behind him, and your gaze followed the sound.

The residents of both the other tents had poked their heads out, on top of each other like they were in some sort of cartoon trying to spy on the other characters.

"Well, get on with it!" Changbin yelled into the night air.

"Shh!" Chan hushed him and slapped his arm, turning his attention back to you and Minho like he was watching his favorite TV show.

"Idiots," Minho said under his breath before meeting your eyes.

"(Y/N), there's something I have to tell you," he began, ignoring all the eyes on him. "It's something that I've only just realized today, at least in words. But I think I've felt it for a long time."

You took a deep breath and then let it out sharply before speaking.

"There's something I wanna tell you too, Minho."

"Should we go at the same time?" Minho asked, only half joking.

You nodded in agreement, catching him off guard since he didn't expect you to agree. But his resolve didn't waiver, and neither did yours.

He took a step closer to you and held your hands in his.

"On the count of three. One...two...three..."

"I like you!" you both said in unison.

The rest of the guys cheered, way too loudly considering the time of night it was.

Your cheeks were on fire, and you couldn't help but look down. So much had happened in the past few days, and you truly didn't expect any of it. Not only had you come to the conclusion that you had a crush on one of your best friends, but you just found out that he felt the same way.

"Hey," Minho spoke quietly, putting a curled finger under your chin to lift your face to meet his. "Look at me."

And you did. You looked at him and took in every detail. The texture of his skin that was so close to yours, the way his eyes sparkled in the dim light of the dying fire...the way his smooth lips were inches from yours.

"Minho...I..."

"Yes?" he breathed out so only you could hear, leaning in closer and closer to you.

"I think they're recording us."

Minho's expression fell, not expecting you to say anything like that. He turned around at the speed of light and shot his members the deadliest glare he could muster. A few of them lowered their phones, but most of them didn't.

"Well," he continued, turning his attention back to you, "Let's give them something to record. I was in the middle of something, anyway."

Without looking away from you, he put his other hand behind him and stuck up his middle finger towards the remaining cell phones of his group and kissed you, light as a feather.

Minho's finger never left your chin, holding you closer to him as he kissed and pecked your lips over and over.

You smiled into the kisses, realizing you would indeed have to thank Chan later. Minho pulled away when your smile and giggles became too contagious for him, and he smiled so big it reached the corners of his eyes.

You weren't sure what you had expected. Was it like the movies? No way. Would you have wanted it any other way, other than surrounded by the people you hold closest to your heart?

Okay, well, maybe a little less attention would have been nice.

But if there was anything the past few days had taught you, it was that sometimes things worked out in their own special way and in their own special time.

"Aww, this is so nice you guys. I think this calls for something else special," Felix called out, stepping back into the tent and grabbing his bag. "I had been saving this for myself, but I think it's big enough that we can split it into nine pieces."

As Minho slung his arm lazily over your shoulders, you immediately made eye contact with Chan. His eyes widened in response before he darted back into his tent, the space his head was in moments ago now empty.

Felix froze while digging through his bag.

"Alright...which one of you took my secret brownie?"

Shortly after Felix finished speaking, Chan flew through the door of his tent and took off running into the grounds, not caring that he didn't have a flashlight. Or shoes on, for that matter.

You burst into laughter at the sight, made even more hilarious by the fact that Felix took off after him, waving his bag around and causing the other contents to fall onto the ground.

"Mmmm," Minho hummed before placing a kiss to your temple. "Something tells me I will be spending the rest of the night in the quiet bliss of your tent, (Y/N)."

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sikayeto · 5 months ago

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I Own U

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[ simon "ghost" riley x reader ]

[tw: suicidal ideation, suicide attempt, accidental narcotic overdose, dub-con]

[summary: you owe ghost, technically.]

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You’re not depressed. You wouldn’t call what you have, depression. Sometimes afflicted with a melancholy so strong that you become catatonic. That’s called catatonia. Not depression. You’re not suicidal either. No matter what the base shrinks try to imply. Suicidal means that there’s intent to commit suicide. That there’s a plan to harm yourself. And yeah, jaywalking into busy traffic seems really nice once in a while, but that’s hardly a plan. Just because you crave a sweet treat doesn’t mean you go get one.

But every now and again, you do get a treat. Maybe it was a really hard day, and the bakery is on the way home. Or somebody brought treats to share at the office. Perhaps a coupon finds itself in your email.

A burlap sack over your head, kidnapped by enemy combatants, isn’t what you would constitute as a treat.

Hands are tied behind your back with rope. Scratchy fibers rub against the skin of your wrists. You don’t know where you are, or where they’re taking you. Dragging you by the armpits, your senses are dulled. Pulsation reverberating in your eardrums. Blood rushes through your limbs, leaving a tingling sensation. The amygdala has taken command, and not a single legible thought runs through your brain. All energy and control is being redirected to try and survive.

A blunt force and ache bloom in synchronization on your knees, as you’re pushed down on them. Bright, white light invades your vision, and you squint in an attempt to adjust. The last person you thought you would see in front of you, is Ghost.

Unlike yourself, he’s sat on a chair, his own wrists tied behind his back. There’s shoddily wrapped gauze around his right forearm and abdomen. A dark shadow slowly creeps to engulf each count of thread in contact. The lieutenant’s eyes are haggard and unfocused. As they focus on you, they widen and his pupils become pinpoint. Realization strikes him as the bag was removed from your head. You don’t know him outside his position, but somehow, he knows you.

A cold metal is pressed to your temple, and a chill shoots through your nervous system. You didn’t need to look to know there’s a gun against your head.

“Talk, or they die”, the voice’s origins didn’t matter. Whoever was pointing the gun at you didn’t matter. If you played this right. Everything was going to be okay.

The lieutenant’s gaze on you is unwavering. His stare is uncomfortable. You're a nobody in the chain of command. Why the hell is he looking at you like that?

There are 2 hostiles in the cellar you and Ghost are being held captive in. Both are armed. No doubt they’re high-strung considering the guest they’re currently hosting. Despite his current state, it doesn’t diminish the feeling of danger that wafts off him. Just because the tiger is caged, doesn’t make him any less dangerous.

Regardless of the beast barely restrained, your last minute plan can still come to fruition. It’s unlikely that they have another base analyst kept hostage at this location. Grabbing you was risky enough. So you're their only leverage. These men were desperate, and desperate men make mistakes. Whatever information they want from Ghost, they have to get it before he loses consciousness, or bleeds out. Neither of them look to be in good enough shape themselves to have seen a medic. The amateur bandages on your superior officer look rough at best. This wasn’t a prolonged stay then. Ghost must know that too.

Okay, this looks like the last bus stop. Really, you’re the only one who pushed the stop button and needs to get off.

You fling your whole body and weight to the person holding the gun to your head. Small you may be, physics is on your side, as he wasn’t prepared to retaliate against your sudden exertion. A shot is taken, and misses. Ringing overcomes your ears. The lack of expectation as he was body slammed, means that your target couldn’t soften his fall. The back of his skull audibly cracks as it impacts with the concrete floor. Blood pools from the fount of the vessels that crowd his occipital.

Simultaneously, as you took action, Ghost moves his enormous frame with wretched oppression towards the other hostile. Chair and all. Wood flies all over the surrounding area. Ghost breaks free of his restraints, and for a man who’s been shot twice, he moves as if it never happened at all. There’s a wet squelch that repeats in the same rhythm as your heartbeat. Flesh and bone, pounding upon flesh and bone. Fury, wrath, and rage concentrated into one man’s fist and colliding into another man’s face. Asteroids and celestial bodies crashing into each other.

A moment passes, and the only thing you can hear besides the ringing, is Ghost’s panting. You make an observation of your current situation. 2 hostiles down. 1 friendly injured. You’re still alive.

Mission failed.

From your prone position on the ground, you attempt to sit yourself up. A sharp, stabbing pain pulses through your left ribs. You press a hand against the area and pull away to reveal blood. Your blood.

He didn’t miss after all.

The adrenaline is wearing off. You can tell because suddenly your whole body is engulfed in agony.

The ringing is the only thing you can hear now. You think you hear someone yelling your name, but it’s muffled. Darkness creeps into your vision, an oncoming fog. Eyelids flutter shut.

You get off at the last bus stop.

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The months following your subsequent kidnapping and near fatal death were, strange, to say the least. After waking at the base med bay, The doctor debriefed you on what happened after you had passed out from blood loss. The Lieutenant had radio’d for immediate med-evac. They said it was a miracle that you survived, having lost far too much blood. You should’ve been dead by the time the medics got to you. But Ghost had kept enough pressure on your gunshot wound to further prevent your precious life from slipping out of your body.

Yeah fucking right, a miracle. It would’ve been a miracle, if you had actually managed to die that day. Now, you were suffering with a hole in your thoracic and a chance of getting addicted to opioids.

When you were deemed stable and out of the woods, they put you back on desk duty. No rest for the wicked, especially not in the military. Fellow analysts give you pitying looks and their well-wishes, but none of them actually want to help. That’s the nature of the job, you can’t blame them. But in a community where, even if you get shot, no one helps. It’s a wonder more of the analysts aren’t suicidal.

3rd week post op, you wake up with excruciating throbbing in your wound. Taking more than the recommended daily dose of opioid analgesics, before you make your way to your station. The pain is dulled, but the side effects of the oral morphine you just took are hitting hard. Bones like fragile glass. Muscles that can barely twitch. Vision that starts to blur as your eyes glass over, staring at the ineligible words on your computer screen. It’s getting more difficult to take deep breaths, your chest is too heavy. Lay your head down on your desk. No one will blame you if you take a nap.

Your short slumber is interrupted by the shaking of the foundation beneath you. An earthquake? Raising your head slightly to figure out what’s going on, you see it’s not a natural disaster, but a man made one. Ghost, is stomping his way over to you.

Any other day, he would’ve looked absolutely terrifying. But today, you were hopped up on morphine, providing you the sweet sweet bliss of pain relief. Also, effective for pain in the ass Lieutenants who foil suicide plans.

He stands over you, full of imposition and menace. Giant of a man, used to getting what he wants by showing off the privilege and brute force of his stature. Mustering all your strength, you open an eyelid to look up at him. Your singular glass eye, meets his set of an endless abyss. He gives you a once over, and there’s a look of recognition. It’s pity. He’s pitying you.

Blood rushes from your head, as your whole being is lifted into Ghost’s arm’s, bridal style. You squint at him in confusion, unable to complete any words of incredulity, much less sentences. He leaves the space the same way he entered. Imposing presence and thundering boot steps. Now, with cargo.

He brings you to, what you assume, are his quarters. Places you on his bed, and tucks the covers over you. Tobacco and gunpowder flood your nose. It fills your lungs, and infiltrates all your senses. Your mind drifts, and imagines standing in a battlefield, smoking a cigarette. Engulfed and sinking into the mattress. Surrendering to the warmth and comfort.

Ghost kicks off his boots, and strips down to a shirt and pants. He joins you under his covers, and mirrors your fetal position, facing you.

Your memories of what happened, during these moments, are fuzzy. The extra dose of morphine you took, peaked at this time. Nothing felt real. Not you, lying in Ghost’s bed. Not Ghost, lying next to you. And certainly, not the one-sided conversation Ghost has with you.

“You were bloody reckless,” he murmurs, “Think I didn’t recognize the look in your eyes?”

He places a hand on your throat, and his other pressed to your wound. His eyes burrow into your half asleep consciousness. This is just a dream to you. And in this dream, Ghost squeezes your throat and wound with prejudice.

“You don’t want your life, that’s fine.”

Maybe this isn’t Ghost after all. Maybe this is a figment of your imagination, and the reaper chose to take this form. The last person you see, delivering your soul to the afterlife. If there even is one. You would discover it soon enough. There’s no reason for Ghost to rationally be acting this way. So maybe this is the fever dream that people have before they die. Maybe you are overdosing on the morphine you took.

He lightens the force against your body.

“I’ll have it then. As far as I’m concerned, if you don’t want it, then it’s mine.”

He releases the places where his threat was once imminent, and wraps his arms around you. Pulling you to be smothered by his own large chest, your head under his chin. As the dark fibers of his shirt enter your vision, so leaves your will to be awake.

tbc

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hannieoftheyear · 1 year ago

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Right Time (kmg)

synopsis: a day before your 5 year high-school reunion, you find yourself at your best friends’ party, incapable of escaping your feelings for one of your long-time friends.

✧.* genre: kmg x fem reader, friends to lovers, basically porn with plot, smut, fluff, a little angst if you squint

✧.* w.c: 7,9k

✧.* content warnings: lots of teasing, switch!mingyu, unprotected sex, masturbation (m and f receiving), fingering, edging, cockwarming (not on purpose), begging, multiple orgasms, creampie, cum eating, mingyu is strong, he's also a little pussy drunk :p

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✧.* note: I'm so happy I was finally able to finish this! tysm for waiting and for all the support this acc has been receiving these past few weeks♡♡

I really hope you like this, and I apologize if there are any mistakes.

You're at Seungkwan's place and a few drinks in. It’s a Friday night, so you don’t care how much you drink because you have nothing to do tomorrow in the morning, and you’ll feel better at night to go to the dreaded reunion.

Seungkwan randomly decided to throw a party, and you thought, why not show up. You need something else on your mind, and your place is right in front anyway.

You’re talking with a group of people you barely know, maybe from your classes or around campus. You don’t know their names but somehow got inserted in their conversation.

But you tune away from the chat, thinking maybe you should go and try to find your friends. That’s when a hand grabs yours and directs you to the other side of the kitchen.

Mingyu looks proud, giggling as he takes you away from everyone and to a corner. His hand feels right against yours, fitting just like they’re meant to be together.

“Are you having fun?” You’re both now standing against a wall now, and he’s looking down to you, right into your eyes, expecting your answer. You just nod as you take another sip from your cup. Maybe the coldness of the drink can help with the dizziness of having him so close.

“Who were those people you were talking to? I’ve never seen them before.” You dare to look up at him and find his glossy eyes still trained on yours, almost like he wants to look inside your soul.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve seen them around on campus, but I don’t remember their names.” You look away from him briefly to look around the kitchen to see if they’re still there but find it empty.

“I was thinking about looking for you, actually.” His smile widens at your words, and you get to see his little fangs. The butterflies in your belly make an appearance, just like every time he smiles at you like that.

“It must be fate that brought me to the kitchen then.” He faces down a little more, and now your faces are merely inches away.

Maybe it’s because you’re a little drunk, but you let yourself stare at his features, he’s so close to you now that you could even count his eyelashes one by one. His sparkly eyes were always so pretty to you, you’ve told him several times, but he just shrugged it off. The mole on his nose, you still remember the first time you noticed it, and since then you’ve always wanted to kiss it. And his pretty plump lips that always had you wondering how they'd feel against yours.

You think you stared a little too long, but you don’t care, and the smirk forming on his face tells you he noticed it too. He was watching you closely too. You feel yourself starting to blush, but you indulge in the fantasy that he also may like you as much as you like him. Just for tonight.

He’s moving closer to your ear, his soft skin grazes yours, and you barely hear him on top of all the noise, “I like your dress, I’ve never seen you in a dress before.” The blush blossoms on your cheeks once more as you register his words, and you shy away from him.

The grin on his face tells you he’s enjoying the reaction he got out of you, and you punch his arm lightly. “Shut up! I was trying something different, but if you like it maybe I’ll wear it again.” You give him a little wink as you finish the sentence. Two can play this game.

Though he doesn’t move away like you did, you can see his ears turning a little red, but it’s nothing compared to the way his eyes shamelessly check you out now that you’re a little farther away than before.

He looks at you up and down a few times, licking his lips lightly. His eyes look different, but you can’t quite decipher how, and right when he’s about to speak, his look focuses on something behind you.

You turn back to see what took his attention away from you. Right away, you see Seungkwan coming to take you to play some stupid round of beer pong, saying he made a bet with Minghao and you’re the best player in here right now. He doesn’t even let you speak and grabs your hand, rushing you away to the living room full of people. And away from Mingyu.

You quickly turn to check on him and see he’s smiling at the interaction. Good, at least it didn’t completely ruin the moment. Seungkwan will pay for this.

The night goes smoothly, and Seungkwan is right. You are the best beer pong player at the party. Your side had 4 cups left, while your opponents, Minghao and Vernon, had only one.

After you made them lose three cups in a row, some people started getting engaged in the match –Seungkwan's loud screams of happiness drew a lot of attention, and now you have everyone in the living room paying attention to your last shot.

As you concentrate on your target, you scan the people around you and find Mingyu against a wall already looking at you. You weren’t nervous before, but the need to impress him invades you, and without thinking, you shoot the little ball. And you miss.

A round of oohs filled the room, and everyone was expecting you to win. Your first instinct is to look at Mingyu. He gives you a nod and reassuring look, but you’re still really embarrassed. You turn to face your opponents, who are rather amused at your miss and tease you before their turn. The game isn’t over yet, though.

You lose three more cups as the rounds pass, and you still can’t seem to reach theirs. Now, both teams have only one cup left. Your competitiveness starts to take over you. You can’t lose this now because it’ll seriously hurt your pride.

Taking a few breaths, you concentrate and actually plan your shot. Where the ball should bounce and how much force you have to put into it. Maybe you’re overthinking it, but you did this with the other shots, and you always got them.

You count, 3, 2, 1 and shoot.

Seungkwan reacts before you, jumping and hugging you like you just won a million dollars. And maybe you did because your pride is worth a lot. You hug him back and waste no time to tease Vernon and Minghao.

But what you want the most it’s to see his reaction. You search around the room, and the sight makes your insides turn.

Your mood drops when seeing Mingyu essentially flirt with some girl. She’s giggling at something he said. You watch as she lightly grabs his arm and gets close to one of his ears to whisper something. He doesn’t react at whatever she’s saying, but his eyebrows frown a little as he scans the room and eventually makes eye contact with you.

Trying to avoid him, you go back to Seungkwan, who’s still gloating about the win to the two boys and tell him you’re tired and you’re going home.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Mingyu walking towards you, but you ignore him and keep waking to the door. Maybe you’re being dramatic, but it’s not nice to see the guy you’ve liked for countless years flirt with another girl right in front of you, and Seungkwan’s house is not very big so you only have two options: stay and endure the sight of a girl getting to do everything you want to, or leave and be at peace in your house.

You manage to get out of Seungkwan’s place, but Mingyu’s still following you, calling your name. The door to your apartment opens barely an inch when his hand comes from behind you and shuts it close.

With your arms crossed, you turn to face him, “Mingyu I’m tired. I just want to go home, please.” You don’t look him in the eye.

“Is everything okay? I thought we were having a good time.” He questions, very confused at your sudden reaction.

“Like I said, I’m just tired.” You know you’re not being fair. You don’t get to be mad at him. You’re not a couple, and he can flirt with as many girls as he wants. You’ve seen it happen before. “Can you let me open my door?”

“Did I do something?” He puts his hand right beside your head on the frame of the door, determined to get you to answer. You stare at each other for what it feels like hours, your eyes stay still watching his, but he’s scanning your frowny face.

“Mingyu please.” You uncross your arms and try pushing him away with one hand.

“Nope, you’re not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” Trying to push him away was the wrong choice because now you have one hand on his very firm chest.

“Look, I really don’t want to do this right now. Just please let me leave, and you can go back to whatever you were doing.”

A smirk starts appearing on his face as he realizes what’s happening.

“And what was I doing?” He asks playfully. You motion to get your hand away from his chest, but he stops it and keeps it still in place.

“Oh c'mon.” Is he really going to make you say it? “I saw you with that girl, why are you here? Just go and talk to her! You seemed like you were having a good time.”

You’re lying. You didn’t really see much of the interaction, and he knows it. He knows because he kept an eye on you the whole time.

“Why do you care so much?” His annoyingly pretty face looks so smug as he interlocks his fingers with yours, and you let him.

“I don’t! Really, I don’t. I don’t care what you do on your own time. You can do whatever you want!” Sometime in your rant, his face came closer to yours, so close you can feel his breath on your skin.

“You seem like you do care.” And you swear you feel his smile before you see it.

His lips are mere centimeters away from yours, but you’re not going to give him the satisfaction of being right, not yet at least, so you turn your face to the side.

“So, what if I did care? Which I repeat, I don’t.”

His face doesn’t move an inch, and you know he’s still smirking at you by how he sounds when he says the next words.

“Why were you storming off like that then?”

“I wasn’t storming off.” Your head shoots to face him again and you know you’re starting to sound defensive, but something tells you he knows your reasons and he’s just fucking with you, so why not do the same?

Trying not to sound too bitter, you continue, “I won the stupid game, of course, and when I turned around to tell you, you were busy! And I was going to leave after the game anyway.”

“So, just to be clear, you won, saw that I was “busy,” He removed his hand from the door only to add quotation marks as he said the word, then returned it to its place beside your head, “and because you were tired you decided to leave. Is that correct?”

“Yes, exactly.”

He expects you to continue, but when you don’t, and he asks, "No other reason?”

“Nope.”

The staring contest between you intensifies, and you see his brain trying to work out an answer, a sentence, anything to get you to say what he wants to hear. You wish you could read his mind. Why was he doing all of this? Why does he care so much about your reaction? So, you ask him exactly that.

“Why do you care so much about this anyway?” The silence is loud while he thinks what to answer, and you’re about to retract your question when he interrupts you.

“I just... I wanted to hang out with you and be with you for a while.” This is not the answer you were expecting. However, it makes you feel giddy inside. “We were having a good time before Seungkwan came to ask you to play, and I thought that after you finish, maybe we could just keep talking like we were before. But you saw me and went almost running to the door.” You thought he finished there with a sad tone, but he continued. “I thought I did something wrong, something that upset you,” His regretfulness doesn’t last long, and a smirk creeps back on his face. “But I think I know what happened now”.

“Oh, do you?” You snicker, and he steps back but doesn’t change his look.

Your faces are now far apart. He can see your reaction better this way.

“I think”, He pauses and makes a thinking face. His eyes go from your right eye to your lips, then to your left eye, “I think you are jealous.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks when you hear those words coming from him. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing seems to come out, too shocked to even react.

“Now you have nothing to say huh?”

You feel cornered. Should you just tell him the truth? How the simple thought of seeing him would brighten your days? That when he complimented something you were wearing, you’d make sure to wear it again? That your heart jumps every time he laughs at your jokes? That every time you’d see him going home with another girl, you would cry yourself to sleep? Tell him how you’ve been in love with him for years? Should you?

“You already seem to know everything, so what do you want me to do?” Your voice makes him step forward again, his body so close you feel his hands graze yours.

“I want you to tell me the truth, I want to hear it from you, not the guys, not the voices in my head, not anyone else, you.”

You freeze in place, heart beating so furiously you fear he might be able to hear it. What does he mean by the voices in his head? The words can’t seem to get out of you, and he’s staring so intensely that you almost forget how to speak. The noise from the long-forgotten party gets drowned out by the tension, so palpable you could cut it with a knife.

His look doesn’t change as the seconds pass, and your mind is scavenging for the right words to say, but nothing convinces you. He’s being patient, like he always is, so kind and patient with you, but you know if you don’t give him an answer he’ll just give up, believe that you don’t care and go back to the party, to that girl. So, you do the only thing that comes to mind, the thing that you’ve been wanting to do for so long. Your faces are so close you don’t even have to move much. You put one hand on the back of his neck and connect your lips together with his.

The butterflies in your stomach explode when he kisses you back, harder, and wraps both of his arms around your waist to bring your body closer to his. Is this really happening? You find yourself breaking the kiss to check if it’s real. You kissed Mingyu? And he’s kissing you back? This only ever happened in your wildest dreams.

His lips chase after yours, and when he opens his eyes, you welcome him with the biggest smile he’s ever seen. Both of your hands are now at the side of his neck, caressing him while you look at his blushed face in awe.

“Is this real?” Are the first words that come out of your mouth, and he chuckles.

You’re both standing at your door, tangled up and giggling at each other like idiots.

“Very.” He gives you a peck, then another, then more, smiles never leaving.

"Do you maybe want to come inside?” You shyly ask.

He moves his face closer to yours, slowly, and you close your eyes expecting another kiss, but just when you feel his lips barely graze yours, the door clicks, opening, and he answers,

“Please”.

Even though your smile doesn’t break, you roll your eyes at his antics. “You’re so..."

You barely step one foot inside, and Mingyu’s got you against a wall, again. His lips trap yours, this time in a much deeper kiss, while his hands roam your body. You're so lost in him that you don’t stop the whine that comes out of you.

“I’m so what?” His lips leave your mouth and go for your neck, “Handsome? Funny? Charming? Good-looking?” He leaves a trail of kisses up your neck until he reaches your mouth again, but he doesn’t kiss you, expecting your answer. You chase his lips, but he moves his head back, smirking at your neediness.

“Annoying” he chuckles, and your hands move to his hair, “You’re so annoying”. You take advantage of your hands in his head and push him against you again.

He bites your lower lip, and when you moan, he takes the opportunity to meet his tongue with yours, trying to memorize every cavity of your mouth, and you let it.

You tug his hair, and he grinds against you instinctively. He doesn’t seem to notice, but you definitely do, so you repeat it a few times.

“You have to stop doing that before I take you right here right now." He’s breathless but starts kissing your neck right after.

You move your face to the side to give him more access and say teasingly, “What if that’s what I want?”

You feel him smile against your neck at the same time as he picks you up and moves you two to the couch. He sits down, and now you’re straddling him. You, once again, take advantage of the position and grind against him, his hard bulge hitting all the correct spots on your poorly clothed cunt.

His hands find their way under your dress, and his direct touch turns your skin on fire. He’s grabbing and squeezing your thighs as you keep grinding on him. You manage to take a few moans out of him, and it’s like music to your ears.

Your dress is so riled up that you could just slip it off like a shirt, so you do just that. As soon as you take it off, you move your hands to Mingyu’s waist and grab the hem of his black shirt. He's staring at your figure in awe but understands what you want right away and takes his shirt off quickly.

The both of you take a few seconds to admire the other’s body, your hands traveling from his defined abs to his chest, and he has to fight the whines that want to come out when you take a second too long on his nipples. He’s so sensitive today, maybe because it’s you.

“Can I take this off too?” He asks with his hands on your back, his fingers holding your bra clasp. You just nod and watch him as he takes your bra off himself. You swear his eyes grow ten times bigger at the sight of your bare boobs.

He's grabbing them as he pleases, and you don’t resist the urge to go and kiss him.

The make out gets hungrier by the second. You grind on him, creating delicious friction and he tugs at your nipples getting you to moan in his mouth, and every time without fail, you feel his cock twitch in his pants.

After a particularly loud moan escapes Mingyu’s throat, he separates your mouths, and his hands move to your thighs. You’re both breathless, and when you dare to look at his face, you almost forget how to breathe.

His lips are red and swollen, mouth open, trying to regain a steady breath pattern. His hair is so messy that the hairstyle he previously had practically disappeared. And his eyes are filled with desire, even more so than they were at your door. He’s staring at you too, and you figure you look the same.

“Is this okay?” He asks between heavy breaths, and you nod vigorously. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you and touch you." Mingyu confesses in a smile, and you can’t help to chuckle a little.

“What? Don’t laugh! I’m serious.” Your laugh is contagious, getting him to laugh with you, but he’s still expecting an answer, afraid you’re laughing at him and not with him.

“I’m sorry, sorry.” You take a deep breath before continuing, “You actually have no idea how much I’ve been waiting for this.”

Your hand moves to his face, caressing his cheek, and he leans into your touch. You take your time exploring his face, going over the moles that you memorized long ago with your fingers. Now you want to memorize the feeling of his skin against yours. You trace his jaw and neck, but his hands don’t leave your thighs, and it’s driving you crazy.

“Touch me.” That makes his dark eyes go back to yours again. You don’t know it, but he’s going crazy inside trying to practice the little self-control he has left. “Touch me like you say you’ve been wanting to, please.” You half whisper half whine, and maybe he had no self-control after all.

As soon as the plea leaves you mouth, he turns you around, and now he’s towering over you, your head on the armrest of the couch and his body between your legs. Before you get to say anything, you feel his hand ghost over where you need him the most.

His hand grazes your covered core, and you sigh, pushing your body up. “Eager?”

His voice is teasing you, but his hand obliges your needs. His fingers draw slow circles on your clit through your panties and you bring his face to yours to suppress the moan threatening to come out.

You can feel how wet you are already, and you know he can feel it too, because every few strokes, his fingers go down to tease you hole through your underwear, and you hear the little grunt he lets out when he touches the wetness soaking your panties.

Starting to grow impatient at his slow motions, you push yourself against him. The movement makes his hand press harder against you, and you suppress a moan.

His mouth leaves yours suddenly and goes to our ear, “I want to hear you princess."

He presses harder again, and another moan threatens to leave your throat, but you insist, “Then touch me properly.”

Wasting no time, you move your hand away from his hair to the neglected bulge in his pants. He hisses at you touch, but you don’t leave it there. Instead, you unbutton his jeans and sneak your hand inside his underwear. You grab his thick cock and stroke it a few times. “Like this.”

The moans that he’s blessing you with turn you on even more. You press up to his hand again, reminding him of what he was doing, until he finally moves your panties to the side and presses his fingers against your wet cunt.

He starts kissing and biting your neck while collecting your arousal with his fingers, “You're so wet.” He mumbles against your neck.

“Only for y-you." You barely finish your words because without a warning, he buries two fingers into your hole.

His thrusts are slow but deep, making sure you feel even his knuckles against you. “They’re sliding right in.”

You’re not sure if he’s speaking to you or to himself, but you only find yourself capable of moaning in response.

Wet sounds fill your living room. The only other sounds are your moans and Mingyu’s occasional grunts. You feel yourself getting even wetter, if that’s even possible, and his fingers start thrusting harder and sharper, drilling into you like he's spelling his name inside you, erasing any trace of anyone before him.

His fingers fit inside you deliciously, and you find it hard to keep up the pace of your hands on his cock. You quiver on top of him when he finds your sweet spot and starts abusing it.

The relentless rhythm keeps getting harder and harder, touching right where you need him with every thrust, and you feel the familiar tightness in your stomach, so close to snapping you can taste it. But it gets ripped out of you when he gets his hand out and away from your pulsing core.

Your mind is so foggy you almost miss his smirk as you recover from your not-orgasm. “You’re… so mean.” You’re breathless and barely get those words out.

He trails kisses from your left boob up to your mouth and gives you a peck that’s a second too long. "What’s the rush?” His hands caress your inner thighs, teasing you even more after your ruined orgasm.

“Why did you stop?” The question comes out more of a whine than anything else, but he doesn’t reply. Before you know it, he’s taking your panties off, leaving you completely naked just for him. He takes a few seconds to admire your bare pussy.

His fingers spread your lips and spread your arousal all around you, but not touching where you need him the most. You're about to complain when you feel his breath on your core.

With his hands separating your legs to give him space, he dives into you, eating you out like a starved man. He flattens his tongue on your lips, feeling every pulse your aching core has to offer. A groan escapes out of him and sends shivers down your spine.

When you look down, your eyes lock onto his as his tongue plays with your clit as he pleases, and all you have to offer him are your unfiltered moans. Your hands sneak to his hair, and you tug at it, eagering him on and triggering more groans out of him.

You can feel the familiar burning sensation coming close, and more arousal starts gushing out of you, soaking his chin. He seems to notice it too, because he slurps it all up like he hasn’t had a drink in ages.

With his tongue preoccupied with your hole, his nose strokes your clit perfectly. You're too lost in pleasure, squirming nonstop under him. Your hands push his head further against your cunt and he speeds up his movements.

You don’t remove your eyes from his as your orgasm hits you hard and fast. You're shaking under Mingyu and can feel his mouth still working on you, drinking all the juices that come out of you. Soon enough, you feel the overstimulation and push his head away from you.

The sight of him leaves you in awe. His hair is even messier now, and the lower part of his face is drenched in your juices. He swipes the back of his hands to clean himself as much as possible, and he licks the remaining juices from his hand.

A new rush of arousal hits you at the sight, and you can only bring him close to you and kiss him. You taste yourself on his tongue. A mix of saliva and arousal makes the kiss messier each second it passes.

“Take off your pants. I want to feel you,” you manage to get out with his lips on top of yours, and he obliges. You don’t separate as he wiggles them out and kicks them off. You hear the faint sound of them hitting the ground. He starts grinding against your bare core, and you realize he also took off his boxers. You moan in his mouth as his grinds against your bare cunt, mixing both of your juices.

You separate your lips from his to speak, but he takes it as an opportunity to start leaving marks against your neck.

“We should probably,” you don’t finish your sentence, sighing at the feeling of his teeth biting lightly on your sensitive spot.

“What was that baby?” He teases as his hands sneak up to your boobs and caress them softly. The softness of his touches and the way both of your sexes are grinding against each other contrast so much it’s making it hard to even think.

“W-we should go to the bedroom.”

“Mhm,” It’s all he replies, probably more of a muffled moan due to the grinding pace he’s settled. The tip of his cock perfectly grazes your clit and you almost forget what you wanted to say.

“I’m not fucking on the couch Mingyu,” it comes out breather than you want to, not with the serious tone you were looking for, but it seems to work because his head shoots right up at your words.

“Then let’s go to bed princess,” you see a glimpse of his smirk right before he picks you up. Mingyu knows your place like the back of his hand. He could easily walk around blindfolded, so it’s not hard for him to carry you easily to your bedroom.

He gently drops you on the bed, and, in a flash, he turns on the light and returns back on top of you. Your legs wrap around his waist

The feeling of his lips against yours it’s as addicting as any drug. They move against each other easily, almost like that’s how it was always supposed to be. Your hands are all over each other’s bodies, roaming freely now that you have more space. His skin burns against yours, his touches leave traces you’ll never be able to forget.

Your hand sneaks down to wrap around his hard and leaking cock. You start plumping at a torturing slow pace, feeling every vein against your hand.

A shiver runs through him when your fingers pay special attention to the tip, drawing circles around it. He moans in your ear in response, and you feel his dick twitch against your palm right before a rush of more pre cum leaks out.

The juices make it easy for you to plump it a little faster, drawing little sighs out of him. His cock feels so thick against your hand, it makes you clench around nothing at the thought of having him inside.

“I need you inside,” His cock twitches again at your half-moaned words, exposing the effect your words have on him.

“Are you sure?”

“Please Mingyu,” you place his tip at your entrance at his hesitation. He moans at the feeling of your wet hole covering his leaking tip.

“You’re making me crazy.” He says as you wrap your legs tightly around his waist, and he pushes it inside just a little, but enough to have you both moaning.

“It’s what I do best,” you manage to get out right before he slowly thrusts inside, letting you feel just how much it deliciously stretches you.

The initial burning sensation of the stretch quickly dissolves and turns into pleasure when he bottoms out. He’s so deep inside that you can feel him in your throat, reaching places you’re not sure anyone has even come close to.

He twitches inside you when you clench around him, signaling him you’re ready, but he doesn’t move. His head sneaks down to your neck, and you can feel his heavy breathing.

You grab his face to make him look at you. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything!" He replies, feigning innocence.

“That’s exactly what I’m complaining about."

“Just wait.” He places his hands on your waist to keep you from moving.

He notices your questioning look and rushes to say, “I'll cum too fast and I really don’t want this to be over too soon.” He finishes with an embarrassed tone, looking down to avoid your gaze.

“Who said it has to be over?” You try to sound playful, but he still isn’t looking up. “Mingyu look at me.” His head shoots straight up at your serious tone.

“You know I don’t fuck around and even less with my friends. I don’t want this to be a onetime thing.” He’s looking at you with those puppy eyes that always make you weak.

Mingyu’s fingers draw circles on your sides. The touch feels so intimate, yet so right, because it’s him. “I don’t want it to be a one-time thing either,” He says carefully.

A reminder that he’s still inside you hits when you unconsciously clench around him and you both hiss at the stimulation.

“Then don’t worry.” Your hands caress the side of his face, and he leans into the touch. “We can talk later when you don’t have your dick fully inside of me.”

He chuckles at your words, and the vibrations reach all the way down to your connected cores. You give him a little peck and say, “Now please move because I’m going crazy."

A chuckle leaves his mouth again at your eagerness, but does what you asked nonetheless.

The first drag of his cock has you both moaning on each other’s mouths.

Your walls hug him just right, and Mingyu thinks this might just be what heaven feels like. He might get addicted to the feeling of you wrapped around him, a moaning mess under him, because of him.

The pace of his thrusts become hard and fast when he finds your g-spot. His gands grip your hips tightly, and your nails claw on his back, digging into his skin as he abuses the spot and he groans at the feeling.

It's almost embarrassing how quickly you begin to feel the familiar burning sensation on the pit of your stomach. His dick molding your insides to fit him have you in a delirious state, and you clench impossibly tighter around him.

“You’re so tight, oh my god,” He sighs against your neck after leaving a trail of marks that for sure are going to be visible tomorrow, but you don’t care. Your walls clench around him tightly, so tight he almost slips out.

“I’m so close,” the words leave your mouth in the form of a moan, and Mingyu responds by lowering one of his hands and directly stimulating your clit. “Cum with me Gyu please."

Your words snap something inside of him. His quick fingers match his relentless rhythm, and you’re shivering under him, your orgasm so close you can taste it, rushing towards you at the speed of light. His pounds become sloppy, and you know he's close too.

Your chests flush together, making his thrusts impossibly deeper. You’re seeing stars and babbling words out that you can’t decipher, but that seems to eager him on more.

Your bed is squeaking and hitting the wall behind, but it’s just background noise for you. The only thing on your mind is Mingyu inside of you and your orgasm so close so snapping you’re almost screaming every time his cock hits that spot inside you.

When Mingyu gets up from his hiding place on your neck, grabs your legs, and puts them on his shoulders you’re done for.

No less than a few thrusts in the new position, and you’re seeing white. The orgasm makes you shake uncontrollably under him, clenching and moaning with no restriction whatsoever.

Mingyu’s still pounding on you, chasing his own orgasm while maintaining yours on its peak for a record time.

“I want you inside,” are the only words you register coming out of you.

You manage to stop shaking just when you feel him twitch, releasing inside of you with a drawn out moan, filling you up with his seed.

He collapses on top of you. You can feel his dick somehow still twitching inside of you. One of his hands finds yours and interlocks your fingers.

You stay like that for a while, his face nuzzled on your neck, your other hand drawing circles on his back, and your heartbeats aligned.

“Now don’t fall asleep on me,” you say when you feel his breathing slowing down and he laughs lightly.

“You’re too comfortable,” he nuzzles his face on your neck and gives you a peck. It’s his new favorite place in the whole world. “I want to stay like this forever.”

“That’s really sweet Gyu,” You look down at where you know his head is and find him already staring at you, “But you’re crushing me.”

“Oh my god I’m sorry,” He rushes to apologize and motions to get up.

“It’s oka-ay, Oh my god!" He slips out of you in the middle of your sentence, and you can’t help to moan out. The drag of his cock on your overstimulated hole makes your mind foggy.

But nothing prepared you to feel his digits drag across your lower lips again. He’s almost in a trance, gathering both of your juices and spreading them all around your pussy, like it’s some kind of painting he’s working on.

The light stimulation turns you on again and he doesn’t resist the urge to dive into you pussy again, drinking the mix of juices and cleaning up the mess he just made. His tongue travels across every crevice in search for more of your juices.

When he notices more of his seed seeping out of you, he gathers it with two of his fingers and stuff it inside you again.

The sudden intrusion makes you whine in response. Your hands shoot down to his hair and tug at it. He moans at the feeling, reminding you his mouth is still on your lower lips.

Your insides are still sensitive from your delirious orgasm not long ago, and you feel every stroke raw and deep. His fingers push his seed further inside of you, curling up and finding your g-spot again in record time.

“Oh my god Mingyu!” His fingers abuse your spot while his tongue flattens on your clit.

“Mhm you like that? You like how I’m stuffing you full of my cum?” You can only moan in response as his tongue is back at you.

You grind yourself against his tongue, and he speeds up his fingers, thrusting hard and sharp exactly where you need it. The stimulation on your insides combined with his tongue is too much on you.

“I’m-m gonna c-cum!” You barely scream those words out right before you feel your release. You’re squirming and shaking under him, and his free hand has to hold you down. But his movements don’t stop. His fingers keep hitting inside you, drawing out your orgasm once more.

He slows down as you stop shaking and drags his fingers out of you when you stop clenching around them. His mouth is cleaning all your juices again. You have to push his face away before the overstimulation gets too much.

“Holy shit Mingyu,” you’re breathless, recovering from probably one of the best orgasms of your life.

“Are you okay?” Mingyu says as he lays down by your side, hugging you as you lay your head on his chest. His hands caress your back softly, and you listen to his heartbeat under your ear.

“That was amazing.” You try to escape his arms to go to the bathroom to clean up, but he doesn’t let you.

His arms squeeze you in, “You’re not going anywhere.” You can’t help to chuckle at his reaction. “I’m just going to the bathroom babe, I’ll be right back.”

He reluctantly looses up his arms, but as you stand up, his hand grabs yours. When you look back, you find his endearing puppy eyes watching you, “What?” You ask with a smile on your face.

“Come back?” He simply says, and your smile widens. He’s so cute when he gets so sulky. You crouch down to give him a peck.

He tries to deepen it, but you don’t let him, “I’ll be right back, I promise. Count to twenty, and I’ll be back here again.”

He let’s go of your hands and starts counting out loud. You laugh as you walk fast to the bathroom. You clean up as best as you can and put clean underwear.

When you’re back, you notice he also put his boxers back on and tidied up the bed a little.

You jump to bed beside him, giving him a kiss after kiss on the lips. You separate just enough to stare at his face. His eyes have a sparkle in them you’ve never seen before, “Is this real?"

You’re both on your sides. Your hands are caressing the sides of his face while his are on your waist. You’re both staring and smiling at each other like idiots when he raises his voice.

“Can I tell you something? But promise not to laugh.” He asks with those puppy eyes, and you wouldn’t be able to tell him no even if you wanted to.

“I’m listening.”

“Remember what I said earlier, about wanting to do this for a long time? I” He pauses to think, and you just nod and stare at him, afraid of what he has to say next. “I really meant it, but like, not just having sex. I always imagined doing this on other circumstances, so forgive me if this sounds too rushed, but I really, really like you. I think I’ve had a crush on you since the first time we met, and every year that passed, my feelings never died down. It’s okay if you just want to stay friends after this, but I had to tell you I liked you. I can’t hold back any longer.”

You’re left speechless. Your brain tries to process everything that just came out of the mouth of the man of your dreams. “Are you serious?” Are the only words that manage so escape before you can even think about them.

Mingyu’s taken aback by your answer, but you're quick to continue, “Is this a dream? I must be dreaming.” Your smile widens as you fully understand everything that just happened.

“Mingyu why didn’t you tell me sooner!” Your hand slaps him lightly on his chest, and he gives you a confused smile. “I really really like you too!”

You’ve never seen him wearing a smile so big in your life, and you never want to go back to that dark and obscure world.

His grip tightens on your waist as he brings your bodies together, linking your lips in a soft kiss, letting you feel everything he couldn’t say out loud.

The kiss is sweet and slow, with no trace of hunger or lust. You take time to savor each other, now that you have all the time in the world together.

“We’re really stupid,” Mingyu jokes when you’re forced to separate in search for some air.

“I know right? We could’ve been doing this for a long time, but we’re chickens.”

“Hey! I confessed first! If I didn’t chase after you at the party, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Okaay you’re right,” You roll your eyes jokingly and cover your bodies with the bed sheets. You give him a little peck and turn around in his arms, and your back now flushed against his chest. “Let’s go to sleep.”

The morning sun and the personal heater behind you wake you up. You feel a hand caressing your tummy softly and turn around.

“How long have you been awake?”

You never want to go back to a time when you don’t wake up in Mingyu’s arms. Him wrapped around you, seeing his bare face just woken up. You think this is how life is supposed to be.

“Just a little while.” He smiles softly, still a little drowsy.

“You should’ve woken me up!”

“I didn’t want to bother you, besides I was just savoring the moment."

You hug him back, wrapping your arms around his back and nuzzling your head on his chest. The silence is peaceful as you both drink up each other’s presence.

His soft touches almost drift you back to sleep, but a little reminder pops up in your head.

“What time is it?” You hurriedly ask, reluctantly separating your bodies.

“I don’t know it’s probably like noon.”

“Oh my god Gyu today is the reunion! I almost forgot about it! We have to get ready.”

“It’s okay we have all afternoon.” He brings your bodies closer again, not letting you out of his grip.

“You don’t understand, I need all afternoon to get ready.”

“You could walk out there wearing a trash bag, and you’ll still be the prettiest, sexiest one there.” Blush creeps in on your cheeks at the compliment, and Mingyu can’t help the need to kiss you at the sight.

“Thank you, really,” you say in between kisses, “but I’ve been stressing about this for weeks and getting everything for the outfit so… you need to get going.”

“Are you kicking me out?” He moves his head to your neck, kissing your sensitive spot.

“You’re distracting,” you sigh out, giving into his touch and flushing your bodies closer. “We really need to get u-“.

His mouth is back on yours, interrupting you and kissing you with lust and neediness. Your actions don’t align with your words, as your hands sneak up to his hair and deepen the kiss.

You feel his growing bulge against your thigh and sigh against his mouth, giving him an opening for his tongue to dance around yours lazily.

It’s when he grinds against you that your mind remembers your original plan, and somehow you break the kiss.

“Let’s go,” you manage to get up before he catches you in his arms again. He’s lost, hair a mess from sleeping and from your hands, and you can see the outline of his growing bulge.

“You’re soo mean,” You put an oversized t-shirt on and drag him out of bed and onto the living room, where all your clothes are scattered on the floor.

“Do you want some coffee?” You ask him from your kitchen while he picks up his clothes and dresses up.

He doesn’t reply, so you think he didn’t hear you and start preparing two coffees just in case. That’s when you feel two arms hugging you from behind. Your back is pressed against his chest, and he’s kissing your neck.

“I think I’ll get going.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you.” You turn around to face him, scared you ruined the day.

“No you didn’t! It’s okay, I understand, and besides, now I have all the time in the world to make you mine.” He kisses you softly for a few seconds before breaking it off, leaving you dizzy. “See you tonight."

He goes directly to your entrance, leaving you shocked on the kitchen, opens the door and waves you goodbye.

Not even one minute later, you hear your phone ding. You grab it thinking it’s Mingyu, but it’s not.

Kwanie: tell me I did not just see

Kwanie: Kim fucking Mingyu walking out of your apartment

Kwanie: all messed up and with the same clothes as yesterday

Kwanie: you have some explaining to do I’ll be waiting but not patiently

note: tysm for reading♥︎

I've been writing this for over a month, I got stuck so many times trying to figure out the best way to end it, ik it's kind of abrupt I apologize :(

#mingyu smut #seventeen smut #mingyu au #svt smut #seventeen au #svt au #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #mingyu fanfic #seventeen fanfic #mingyu imagine #seventeen imagine #ema.library

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girl-next-door-writes · 10 months ago

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Criminal

Characters: Steven Grant/Marc Spector x reader

Summary: Heartbreak lingers after Marc Spector shattered your trust. Seeking revenge, you turn to Steven Grant, his softer, kinder counterpart—never expecting to fall for him. But secrets can’t stay hidden for long, and when Marc forces the truth into the light, the lines between love, guilt, and betrayal blur.

Now, caught between two sides of the same fractured man, you must face a question you never anticipated: Are you willing to hurt Steven to get back at Marc, or has your heart already chosen sides?

Word Count: 1672 words

Prompt: Criminal- Fiona Apple

A/N: This is one for the wonderful @caplanbuckybarnes for the decades challenge. I know it’s taken me a while, but I hope it’s worth the wait.

You were a terrible person, you knew this, felt it acutely in your heart as your eyes looked into those rich, earthy ones that were both so familiar and also completely foreign. There was an intensity there that was hard to read. At one point you would have attributed it to passion, but that time had long since passed, hadn’t it?

“Marc…” you managed to whisper, your tone bordering on a whimper as you pressed further back against the wall, trapped between the solid brickwork and his muscular frame.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He growled. His chest heaved with each labored breath as he pushed closer. Heat radiated from his body, sending a shiver down your spine.

Six months ago, you would have melted into him, given him everything without hesitation. He was right—this was what you had wanted. To make him so jealous he’d claim you as his once more. The man before you had broken your heart, shattered it into a million pieces. And somehow, every piece had still yearned for him.

But now… you weren’t so sure. You’d wanted him to feel the same pain, to be consumed by jealousy, to want you the way you had wanted him. Maybe then, you thought, you’d feel whole again. But things had changed. You’d changed.

A potent wave of guilt washed over you as your gaze fell on his soft, plump lips. You had been careless, reckless even—so focused on hurting Marc that you hadn’t considered the damage you’d do to him. To Steven. The plan had seemed simple enough when all you could see was Marc, when the only goal was to make him jealous enough to take you back.

But now… your eyes flickered back to meet his, and suddenly Marc was gone. All you could see was Steven—gentle, unaware, and so heartbreakingly kind. The heat of Marc’s presence still lingered in your mind, but the memory of Steven’s breath was soft, steady, as if he didn’t know what had passed between you and Marc made the guilt twist even deeper.

You knew it was wrong—had known from the moment you set this in motion. Stephen didn’t deserve to be caught in the fallout of your history with Marc. But you couldn’t stop, could you?

You should have walked away, shouldn’t have ever walked into the museum gift shop that first day, intent on making Steven fall for you. But that was before everything got tangled—before his kindness broke through the cracks in your anger. What had started as a simple plan, a way to hurt Marc like he hurt you, had spun out of your hands. Now, you weren’t sure if you were still trying to get back at Marc, or if it was something else entirely.

It had seemed so clear at the time—make him jealous. Make sure you were still a part of his life in a way he couldn’t remove. But somewhere along the way, you’d lost control of it. Of yourself. Because now, the only thing you couldn’t remove was the guilt. It clung to you like a second skin, pulling tighter with every moment you spent with Steven.

You kept telling yourself you could stop anytime. Walk away before it got too messy. But the truth was, you were in too deep now, and a part of you knew—when it all came crashing down, someone’s heart would be broken. Each day, each moment with Steven, it was as if you were gambling with something too precious, and the stakes kept getting higher.

Steven had been so sweet, so bashful when talking to you, like he hadn’t believed his luck when you gave him your number—despite him knocking over a stand of stuffed dinosaurs in his rush to impress you. There was something endearing about him, something that tugged at you in a way you hadn’t expected. A total contrast to Marc, all of Spector’s hard edges melted away in Stephen’s presence. And that should’ve made this easier, shouldn’t it? But it didn’t. Not anymore.

He hadn’t believed his luck, but the truth was, you hadn’t either. You’d walked into that museum gift shop with a plan, but after, watching his cheeks flush as he stumbled over his words—and those stuffed dinosaurs—you couldn’t help but feel something more, something deeper than you ever intended.

There was something so different about him—a softness that clung to him like warmth, the opposite of Marc’s intensity. Where Marc was composed and calculated, Stephen was unguarded, like he didn’t know how to hide behind walls the way Marc did. And that… that made everything harder.

Marc pressed his body against yours, his hands on either side of your head, trapping you between him and the wall. His breath was ragged, and you could feel the tension radiating off him, like he was barely holding himself together. His chest was hard against you, the heat of his body making it difficult to think straight. Every inch of him felt familiar and dangerous all at once, and the scent of him—clean, with a trace of cologne—made your head spin.

You should have pushed him away. You knew you should. But your body betrayed you, frozen under his touch, your heart pounding in your chest, each beat a reminder of the messy tangle of feelings you still couldn’t untangle.

"Steven," you whispered brokenly, the name slipping from your lips like a lifeline you weren’t ready to let go of. But even as the sound escaped you, Marc pressed his body harder against yours, the rough heat of him a sharp contrast to Stephen’s softness. Your heart stuttered, tangled in a mess of emotions you couldn’t control, couldn’t unravel.

"We both know you don’t want him," Marc growled, his voice thick with possessiveness, as if he could still read every part of you. His breath was hot in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "He can’t touch you the way I do. This has always been about us—you and me. It’s always been me."

His words settled over you like a heavy weight, sinking deep into the cracks of your guilt.

You pushed against his chest, and a flash of surprise crossed his face, breaking through the confident mask he had worn since the moment he cornered you. For a moment, his body tensed under your hands, as if bracing for something he hadn’t expected. His breath hitched, and the certainty in his eyes faltered. He had been so convinced—so sure that all it would take was this moment, his hands on you, his body pressing into yours, to prove to Steven that this was all some game.

"I fucked up," you said, the words catching in your throat. Admitting it felt like a weight crashing down on your chest, but you couldn’t keep running from it. "I know I fucked up, but I can’t do this to him."

You frowned, pushing Marc again, harder this time, putting more space between the two of you. His eyes darkened, frustration flickering across his face as he stumbled slightly, his hands dropping to his sides. This wasn’t how he had expected this to go, he’d thought you’d show your true colours and then you would be out of his life, out of Steven’s life.

"You’re right," you continued, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "I went looking for Steven because I wanted to hurt you. I thought if I could make you jealous, maybe it would make things right. Maybe it would make you feel what I felt. But it’s not right. And it’s not fair to him. I don’t want to hurt him."

The man in front of you changed before your eyes. His shoulders slumped, his entire frame folding in on itself as if he was shrinking under the weight of everything you’d just said. The hardness in his face melted away, replaced by a look so lost, so broken, it made your heart ache. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and retreated until his leg hit the sofa, stumbling slightly as though the ground beneath him wasn’t stable anymore.

"Steven?" you whispered, your voice cracking as you tried to hold back the tears rising in your throat. His wide eyes met yours, filled with confusion, hurt, and something deeper—something you weren’t sure either of you could name.

You swallowed hard, guilt twisting deeper in your chest. You had wanted to hurt Marc, but now, standing here, watching Steven fall apart in front of you, all you wanted to do was take it all back.

He just looked at you, his lips parting as if to say something, but no words came. His breath was uneven, his hand still tangled in his hair, like he was holding on to that single gesture to keep himself from falling apart completely. The room was thick with a fragile kind of quiet, the kind that could shatter with the next word.

"Steven," you said again, softer this time, your heart breaking with every syllable. "I have no defense for what I’ve done. But please, know that what we have… it’s real. It’s always been real." Your voice faltered, the words on the tip of your tongue heavy with meaning. "I—I lo—"

"Don’t." He interrupted, his voice small but steady, the weight of his hurt in every syllable. His eyes dropped to the floor, fists clenching at his sides. The words he had longed to hear from you for so long were hanging in the air between you, bittersweet, poisoned by everything that had led to this moment. He shook his head, stepping back slightly, as if to create some distance from the pain.

"Not like this."

Your breath caught in your chest, the space between you feeling insurmountable now. You could feel the tears rising, but you swallowed them down, knowing he was right. No words could make this better—not yet.

#Marc Spector x reader #Steven Grant x reader #cappys decades challenge #my fic #gndw fic

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spooky-pomegranate · 6 days ago

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Eyes on Fire (pt 9)

*Enemies to Lovers inspired by the Year Zero music video*

Papa Emeritus II x Reader (18+) Word Count: 2.3k Get caught up: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 Dividers by @wrathofrats Read on AO3

Summary: Secondo tries to apologize, and you do something incredibly stupid brave.

Crying eyes never bothered Secondo. Over the years, he found that tears of pleasure and tears of pain tended to fall down siblings' faces just the same. But you didn’t cry like them, and it bothered Secondo when your tears mixed with the rain faster than he could wipe them from your eyes.

He had seen you angry, frustrated, and cold before, but he had never seen you quite like this. The bravado you often wore like armor was gone, washed away in the storm. Before him was a terrified sorella, una diavoletta without her hellfire. The small hands he remembered from his visions trembled against his chest, and the tips of your red nails scratched anxiously against the twinned tattoos that slithered over his shoulders, like you were trying to pick them off his skin. He wondered if your heart was kicking against your ribs more violently than when he had visited your memories.

Secondo realized then your combativeness, that cocky little attitude you threw at him, wasn’t solid armor. It was a shiny facade, a false front you hastily threw up to protect yourself from his cruelty, and now, for some reason, it was crumbling. Secondo didn’t want you to shake and tremble.

Shit. He’d caused this. This fear, crawling all over you, was his fault.

Fuck. How had he been so terrible to a creature so vulnerable? How had he been so wrong to think he needed to change you? To punish you? To whip you into shape like some sort of challenge from on high?

“Secondo, it’s you,” you murmured again.

He didn’t understand why you were touching him or what you were saying, but he could only guess that he’d somehow upset you again, caught you at a vulnerable private moment, and made you terrified by his mere presence. But this time, Secondo was determined to make it right. He had to. He owed you that at the very least. After all he’d done, he would climb straight into the ninth circle of hell if it meant those tears in your eyes would dry. He could only hope you’d let him try.

“You're cold, sorrella,” Secondo said softly, bringing his second hand to cup your other cheek, cradling your head in both his hands. Your skin was getting colder as the temperature was dropping faster. “We need to get you inside.”

“I’-I’m not cold, Papa,” you stammered back, still trembling and refusing to meet his eyeline, instead focusing on his exposed chest.

Secondo made his voice as soft as he could, afraid you would run if he spoke too loudly, “Then why are you shaking diavolessa?”

“L-Lucifer… He-he promised me I could have you.”

You weren’t making sense. Lucifer promised you?

The cold. The rain. They must be getting to you. Satanas, he needed to get you warm and safe before something bad happened.

Secondo looked around. The trees swayed back and forth, creaking like they too wanted to collapse. Another bolt of lightning flashed in the black and angry sky. You were deep in Primo’s garden. It was at least a fifteen-minute walk back to the Abbey. And that was if the paths hadn’t already flooded. Shit that was going to take too long.

Secondo took a deep breath and stepped closer to you, his chest pressed against your trembling body, and he wrapped you up in his arms, hoping to share his warmth with you.

Secondo had touched you before.

He saved you from a fall, yanked you to his side, pushed his way into your space, tried to intimidate you with his height… but he’d never touched you like this. He’d never held you like he was afraid you would crack. He never cradled you. Never touched you like you were something that could break. And he should have. Satanas, he thought to himself, as you fell into his arms, he should have done this long ago… because your tears, the ones that were now sliding down his chest, were killing him. You were breaking him apart inside, with every quiet sob you tried to swallow against his skin.

Secondo would apologize every day for the rest of his life if you would never be this sad again.

“Don’t be scared. Sorella, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should never have-”

Before Secondo could spill all the things he wanted to say, another loud bout of thunder cracked the sky, and you jumped. Your hands, the ones that had been clawing against his chest, wrapped around his neck, and you pulled him even closer until your legs and thighs were tangled up with his. Wet thin fabric slid against each other as you two pressed against one another. You buried your face against his chest, and Secondo knew you could feel the way his pulse raced.

He quietly called your name.

Your eyes snap to his, and Secondo never wished he could read minds more than he did in that moment.

Any attempt to control your heartbeat had crumbled the moment Secondo had wrapped you in his arms… because you remembered Lucifer showed you this moment, two people tangled together, clinging to one another in the shadows. The Dark Lord wanted this for you, and as you looked up into Secondo’s mismatched eyes, you realized you wanted this too. Because while hating Secondo had always been hard, there was a time when wanting him had come easily.

If that night had never happened. If you hadn’t played dress up and worn his robes. If you hadn’t climbed on the altar. You’d still be hopelessly head over heels for Secondo. There was too much about him you fell for. The way his white eye always seemed to glow like a star in unholy candelight. The way his voice rang out deeper and sweeter than others during hymns. The way he spoke his mind in public and private, never choosing pretty, artificial words over blunt, rigid truths. He was stoic and powerful. A solid rock amongst a lot of shiny fake diamonds. Secondo was the most honest person you’d ever met, never pretending to be something that he wasn’t, and that was so beautiful, especially in a place full of people trying to be something else.

When he whispered your name softly, you pushed your head off his warm chest and looked into his eyes. The rain had washed away most of his paints, and only a few traces of black makeup lingered under his eyes and around his long lashes. Despite all the pain he had caused you, everything in you that had once longed for Secondo burned for him again. Maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was wrong. But Secondo was your snake. And he was standing back in your garden.

Sliding both your hands off his chest, you reached for Secondo’s face. His chest puffed, filling with a deep breath of air that pushed his body further against your quivering own. The pads of your thumbs met his strong cheekbones, and his eyes closed as you gently wiped away the rest of his makeup. When you finished and returned your hands to his chest, Secondo opened his eyes again. He had never looked more like just a man. He was beautiful.

And for the first time since that night in the chapel, when Secondo looked back at you, you didn’t see hatred. The edges of his eyes were softer. The deep wrinkles etched on his face were smoother. He looked soft, like a man tired of fighting. Like a man who could love you like Lucifer promised.

“I’m sorry, sorella,” Secondo whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the storm. “I never should have hurt you. Please forgive me. You didn’t deserve th-”

Before Secondo could finish his apology, you did the dumbest and bravest thing of your life. You pushed yourself onto your tiptoes and slotted your mouth against his.

Secondo stilled, freezing like the stone statues lining the garden, as the rain poured down around you, soaking your habit and hair. Behind you, the fountain flared, and its flames shot high into the sky, threatening to reach the treetops. Heat flickered against your goosebumped skin, but embarrassment made you shiver, and you pushed away from Secondo.

Shit.

You’d gone too far. Mistaken an apology for something more. Misread a tattoo as a sign of something else. You’d been stupid. Foolish. An idiot.

“Shit. I’m so sorry, Papa,” you began to apologize, “I shouldn’t have done that. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t-”

But it was Secondo’s turn to silence you. His hands cupped your face before quickly sliding down to your neck, silently begging for you to open for him… and you did. You broke and reshaped to him as his lips met yours. Secondo kissed you more deeply and gently than the peckish little thing you’d shyly given him.

He stole your breath away.

His kiss was fervent. His broad body bent over yours, forcing you to arch up into him as your hips press against one another. His soft tongue gently pushed its way into your mouth, tenderly exploring how to make you melt and mewl, while claiming every small whimper and moan he could elicit from you.

When you opened your eyes again, lightning crackled in the sky above, illuminating the garden for a brief moment before darkness descended once more. The storm raged on around you, but in that moment, there was only the warmth of Secondo's mouth against yours and the taste of him and sweet rainwater on your lips. He kissed like a man starved, occasionally taking a quick break to whisper your name like one of his most unholy psalms before returning his mouth to yours. You couldn't help but respond, as your hands found their way to his unclothed back.

It was then that you learned Secondo’s signing was not the most beautiful noise he could make. Your rough nails against his slick skin made Secondo growl, and you clawed down his back, drawing those pretty sounds from the depths of his belly over and over and over again. The rumble in his chest was just too beautiful. And he let you do it. He let you draw long red lines down the strong muscles of his back because while his tongue led the dance in your mouth, his body had become yours to dictate. So when you walked him backward, step by step, toward the stone bench, Secondo didn’t fight you. He let you move him, and when you pushed him down by his shoulders, he sat without command and looked up at you through those dark lashes that dripped the last remnants of paint you must have missed.

“You are beautiful, sorrella,” Secondo said, like it was the truth. And oh, how your heart wanted it to be true.

Secondo had practiced his apology hundreds of times on his hasty return to the Ministry. He’d imagined all the nasty things you’d rightfully call him and the way he’d fall and grovel at your feet, taking every just blow against him without offense. But in all the scenarios he could muster, he never imagined that when he held out his hand, you would simply slip your delicate little palm into his and then climb into his lap. He never even dared to dream that you’d let him call you beautiful or that when he pushed your wet hair to the side and licked against your neck, that you would rock against him and moan like you wanted him. Like you needed him.

Santanas.

Was he dying?

Was this a sweet little vision before he was sent to meet his ruler in hell?

It had to be, because the taste of your tongue was too intoxicating. You tasted sugary, too saccharinely sweet, like the most delicious honey mixed with the sweetest of flowers. But to hold you… Oh, how that was even more addictive. You fit against him like something he had been missing, and the ache in his chest felt like it opened wide and an entire hole within him blossomed.

But then another crack of thunder rang out, and you tensed in his arms. Lightning followed too closely, and Secondo knew it wasn’t safe in the gardens anymore. As much as he wanted to keep you here, seated in his lap and pinned tightly against his chest, you had to move. He had to keep you safe.

“Dolce… the storm,” he uttered, as you kissed your way from the apple of his cheek to a sensitive spot just below his ear, that made him dizzy. “We need to go inside.”

Reluctantly, you pulled away, your breath hitching at the loss of contact. With a final lingering touch against his lips, you stood up. The wet fabric of your habit clung to your skin, and Secondo couldn’t help but look at you. Every curve, every inch of you called to him.

Fuck, he was rock hard.

Secondo was, of course, no stranger to the human body. He had shared many nights with men and women of all different shapes and sizes. But Santhanas, if you weren’t the most mesmerizing creature he had ever laid eyes on. From the elongated tips of your painted fingernails down to your heeled feet planted between his very own, every inch of you was made for him.

Secondo prayed to hell every single night, but staring up at you, he wondered if somehow his prayers had gotten lost in the mix. He wondered if his words had accidentally reached heaven and God, for once, had taken pity on his creation and sent one of his most beautiful angels down to earth.

But as much as he wanted to sit and admire you for a lifetime, Secondo knew it was time to go. So he stood and offered you his hand again. You took it with hesitation, and together you ran through the gardens, the wet ground squelching underneath your feet. The storm raged on, but in those moments, all that mattered to Secondo was the warmth of your hand in his.

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shinestarhwaa · 1 year ago

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ILLICIT AFFAIRS || CHO MIYEON

This piece broke me, apologies x

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Miyeon x Fem reader

Word Count: 5.6K

Tags/Warnings: Closeted lesbians, Forbidden Love, High society/Bridgerton inspired, 1800s, Princess!Miyeon, Aged down Miyeon (you and her are both 18 years old), unprotected sex, virginity loss, make outs, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, scissoring, overstimulation, grinding/humping, emotional damage, heartbreak

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ENJOY!

February 10th, 1815

You couldn't help but look at her all night. It was as if the entire world paused and only she, she was moving. In fact, she was moving right into your heart and you swore you could literally feel it swell in your chest.

She was absolutely magnificent in her gown, hair pinned up and a beautiful, shining crown in her hair. The jewelry she wore must cost millions and she truly did look like a million dollars, as they say. If only she'd look at you, right? And if only you were a man of royalty because how else would you ever be with her?

Yes, you were lucky enough to be born in the high society class, in a family that was wealthy, but the smile you wore everyday is fake. Your mother and father didn't marry out of love and they couldn't stand each other, always fighting. Honestly, you were used to it and you could definitely handle it, but that doesn't mean it hasn't had a negative effect on you and your sisters.

All five of them were different from you, they're more to the standard. Alice, Idylia, Florence and Genevieve were all married now to their husbands and the eldest two even had children. Florence and Genevieve both got married last season and your mother now forced you to find a husband this year's season.

You hated it, the way things were arranged in the society, but you couldn't possibly break the rules that have been the standard for so long. But you really do not want to fit into the society's standard, you are too emancipated according to your family and most important of all; you'd have to marry a man while all you can think about is princess Miyeon.

Princess Miyeon and her beautiful hair, her slim body, deer eyes and her elegant manners. You were a little clumsier than that, and you didn't truly mind but somehow you wished you were more elegant and calculated so maybe she'd like you. But you had to get those thoughts out of your head, you told yourself, nothing could ever happen. You are a woman and she's the royal princess, she's the heir, she's to be queen one day. She'll probably be excited to have a king by her side to rule the country with.

But fuck, you wanted her. You had met her long ago and spoke to her a few times because you played together as kids when the adults held their party's or fancy balls if you will. As you and Miyeon turned older she got more reserved, held back and protected by her family. She looked sad though, she must want to be more free.

Suddenly you looked eyes with her and you swore your heart stopped. She flashed you a smile and walked up to you. "Y/N, it is lovely to see you again, it has been a long time, hasn't it?" She said. You bowed to her and smiled kindly. "Princess Miyeon, your grace, I'm glad to see you again too, it has been years indeed."

"The ball is kinda boring, is it not?" She giggled. You smiled, recognizing the mischief she had in her eyes when she was still an innocent child. When the world hadn't caused her pain yet. "It sure is a quiet one," you nodded.

"Do you wanna go for a walk? Let's sneak out," she grinned. It truly was just like old times again. The two of you slipped away from the stunning ballroom and ran through the halls. Your heels were clicking on the floor and your giggles and laughs were echoing throughout the halls.

Miyeon stopped running and entered the balcony, taking a deep breath as she leans on the cold white stone. "Your grace, isn't it too cold to be outside? It is still winter and I do not want you to catch a cold," you said worriedly, stepping onto the balcony with her.

She grinned and sighed. "It does not matter, Y/N. I'm just glad I finally can breathe again. I love the fresh air and I hate staying inside all day, drinking tea with my mother. Ever since my father died she's been so..."

Miyeon stopped talking and sighed. Your heart sank, remembering the terrible news from last year when it was announced the queen's husband; king Theodore had fallen sick and passed away in his sleep.

"It has been hard on her, and now she's making it even harder for me because she's pushing me to get married and have children so there'll be more heirs."

Princess Miyeon is the only child of Queen Isabella and the late king Theodore, as they hadn't spend much time together in their younger years due to wars and battles. Queen Isabella raised her on her own while also ruling the country. You had felt bad for Miyeon, it must be a tough and lonely life for her. Maybe, just maybe, you could spend more time with her, as a friend?

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April 29th 1815

Time passed and you and Miyeon had actually gotten closer to her as a friend. The queen was glad Miyeon had a lady of great class that Miyeon could trust so she elected you to be the princess' court. You'd spend a lot of time with her, the queen told you, and to be honest you couldn't be happier.

In public you were very professional but behind closed doors you joked and played around like every normal 18-year old girl. You drank tea together and discussed all the drama and gossip going around and you shared wisdom with one another, reading books together.

Today Miyeon was feeling particularly mischievous and she took you with her to one of the big libraries in the palace. You were checking out the books when all of a sudden her voice called out to you.

''Y/N, What do you know about the marital act?''

You froze and looked at her. ''The marital act? You mean the wedding night... occurrence?'' ''Yeah, do you know what that is?'' You sat on the couch next to her and looked at the book she held in her hands. ''I don't know much about that, actually, my family has never told me about it except for my sister Florence. She told me there's a thing that married people do and that's how children are made.''

Miyeon nodded and opened the dusty book. It revealed texts about the marital act with pictures and details of male and female anatomy. ''That's what a naked man looks like? That is the...'' ''That's the penis,'' you said, nodding. ''It looks strange,'' Miyeon comments. You nodd and sigh. ''I agree, I'm not really... attracted to it. Or the man,'' you say. You mentally slap yourself for basically confirming your sexuality but Miyeon seems to skip over it.

''I have never seen it before. I have only seen myself naked.''

You felt like your skin was on fire, why did she have to talk about her being naked? As if you hadn't imagined that enough already. ''Are women's bodies different?'' she asks. You grin and play with your bracelet nervously. ''You're a curious one, for sure. Well, me and my sisters' bodies are all different... Some of them are taller, some have bigger breasts, some of them have bigger buttocks or thighs...''

''And the... crotch area? Is that the same?'' Your cheeks were bright red about now. ''T-The crotch area? You mean the... the vulva. I haven't seen my sisters', that is a little... inappropriate.'' Miyeon nodds, understanding that it's a more private matter. ''Sometimes I think about what it would be like to touch another woman's body. I wonder if it's different,'' she confesses.

You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, and you were most definitely aroused now. It was only because of Florence - who is definitely your favourite sister - that you learned about what arousal is and what you can do about it, what you can to do yourself. Even though you don't understand the entire concept of these so called 'sexual' acts and feelings, your instinct is to touch yourself between your legs and now you definitely feel the desire to do the same to her.

Fuck.

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May 11th, 1815

It has been about two weeks since your feelings for the crown princess started to develop into something more. You felt such affection and fondness while looking at her. You wanted to kiss her lips and carress her, and also undress her and lay naked with her, desiring to feel pleasure with her. You secretly stole the book from the library and in the back there were several drawings that were vague and nearly crossed out, but you could see well enough that the drawings and texts were about sex between women.

You had never seen, heard or read anything like this but you could not stop. At every waking moment you wanted to look at the drawings again, imagining princess Miyeon and yourself and at night you touched yourself. You did it all night long, dreaming about her and her body. You thought you might be delusional because you felt like she might be experiencing the same things. Did she not say she wanted to touch another woman?

When you showed up in her room you felt some sense of guilt, because you felt like it was the most horrible thing in the world to do. But her sweet and kind smile and her beautiful feminity made you forget that guilt. She seeked more touch than before, giving you hugs, holding onto your arm and hand and she even gave you a kiss on the cheek when you left her last Tuesday night.

Miyeon's welcome was warm as always and you sat in her room without any guards, just hanging out as two normal girls, not caring about your statusses. Once again Miyeon started to talk about the sexbook and you hold back a frustrated groan. You just nodd along and listen to her rants as she keeps on talking and babbling about it.

''So I don't know if I would ever have sex again if I had a child. Sex with a man doesn't interest me much. Would it not be easier to be with a woman? Know how the body works? It seems like... like a good time,'' she finally says, leaving you with your mouth wide open. What did she just say?

''You feel that too?'' you breathed out. ''I do... Maybe all women feel like that. I think women are prettier, more delicate.'' You literally could not breathe at this point, your core aching for her. ''Have you ever kissed anyone, your grace?'' Miyeon shook her head. ''No, but I have read about it and I saw other people doing it.'' ''Ah, I understand,'' You nodded.

''Would you like to kiss me, Y/N?'' She swiftly and suddenly said. You gasped a little as Miyeon scooched closer to you, her leg brushing up against yours. ''I... I would like that, princess,'' you nodded. Miyeon rested her soft and dainty hand on your cheek, carressing your face ever so gently. You leaned in and pressed your lips on hers, pecking her softly before pulling back. A fire broke out in your body, it was burning with passion as you stared into her eyes. Miyeon licked her lips and closed the space between you, pulling you close and putting your lips together again.

Her head tilted to the right as your lips moved together. It felt so nice and smooth and you felt the desire to deepen the kiss more. You pulled her even closer and felt her torso against yours, the sensation of your chests coming together sent a lightning bolt straight to your core. Her hands ran through your hair now, as yours ran over her back and hips. The material of her expensive dress felt so nice in your hand you wanted to keep touching it but you desired to feel her skin even more.

Your hands now slid from her back to her buttocks and you grabbed it, pinching and squeezing it. She whimpered softly, lips parted against yours. The princess slid her tongue in your mouth, slowly gliding it against your own and tasting each other's saliva. You felt so warm, like you'd combust. To your disappointment she pulled away from you after a few minutes, panting softly.

How were the two of you ever gonna move on from this?

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May 20th, 1815

Apparently, you did not have to move on from it, because it kept happening. Miyeon kept kissing you from morning 'til late at night, in her room, hallways and secret places. Your hands, lips and tongues were all over each others ever since the first time. You're in the library once again and you lifted her on the dark wooden table in the center of the room. Your tongue glides over her neck and she throws her head back, moaning out softly.

Miyeon tugs down the top of her dress so that her breasts pop out. You curse underneath your breath and pepper kisses from her neck and collarbones down to her chest. Your hands reach up to her breasts and fondle them gently, watching her face closely. You kiss them and then close your lips around her left nipple, licking and sucking on it. She mewls and squirms underneath your touch and instinctively widens her legs.

''Y-Y/N,'' she moaned softly. The princess takes your dominant hand in hers and brings it underneath her dress, to her crotch. Your hand grazes the fabric of her underwear and it's so wet, so goddamn wet.

''You're so aroused, aren't you, my princess?'' You teased as you rubbed over her clothed crotch. ''Y-Yes, my lady, my Y/N, I'm so hot right now, please, I have read so many texts about this and I want it, I want it, please, I know you can make me feel good, please, God, I want it!'' she begged.

A smirk played on your lips and you pushed the bombastic skirt of her dress up and pulled her underwear down, revealing her glistening wet cunt. You looked at it up close, admiring how it's similar and yet a little different than your own. But it was wet in the exact same slick way yours got when you thought about the princess.

''I'm going to touch you now,'' you announced, spreading her legs wider. Your fingers slid through her folds, collecting her juices before pushing one finger inside her. ''Relax,'' you ordered her as you felt her body tense up. She nodded and watched you pump your finger in and out of her pussy slowly.

When you noticed her body relaxing you moved it faster and harder, opening her up before adding a second finger. You scissor your fingers inside her and curl them just right so it hits all the sweet spots inside her. You take off her panties and stuff them in her own mouth to keep her quiet. Her pussy clenches around your fingers and you decide to use your other hand to play with her clit. This is one of those times where you're thankful for having perfect co-ordination between your hands.

The princess is squeeling, whimpering and squirming as you move your fingers faster and put pressure on her clit. Her body tenses again and you know she's close to orgasming. You keep going and rub her clit even faster. ''That's it, princess, you're gonna come for me now, you'll come like the perfect princess you are,'' you breathed out, surprised at your own vulgar talk.

In a matter of seconds Miyeon came undone, coming and squirting so hard on your fingers, arousal seeping out of her pussy. She drenches herself and you in her juices and you ride out her orgasm before retracting your fingers from her wet hole.

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May 23rd, 1815

The Queen threw another party in her gigantic ballroom for the debutants and other ladies to find a suitor and both you and Miyeon were expectant to look for one tonight, but you sneaked off again. This time she brought you to a room full of artworks that were just collecting dust, meaning barely anyone came here in the past weeks, if not months.

She crashed her lips on yours again, sinking into your embrace and feeling your warm body against hers. You pulled away minutes later and panted, wiping the lipgloss from your cheek. "Princess, should we be doing this here?"

"Y/N, my dearest I keep thinking about you. About your hand between my legs, and your lips on my breasts, but that is not all. I think about your kind and beautiful face, your beautiful laugh and your golden heart. I think... I think I might have fallen in love with you, my dear."

You gasped softly, stunned at the sudden confession from the heir. "But princess, do you not know this is impossible? You need to find a suitor to be your king, you have to focus on ruling the country. It is... definitely not possible for us to be anything," you muttered.

Her eyes became glassy, welling up with tears, but as she learned she held them in. "But Y/N, I love you," she whispered. Her hand carressed your cheek softly, her fingers grazing your jaw. "Our love isn't impossible, I know you want me too."

"But the situation is impossible, in years you'll be the queen and you cannot... you cannot be a queen without a king and children. And even if you were, you couldn't be a queen who loved another woman. It's scandalous!"

"If I'm the queen can't I just... change the rules?" "You know damn well that you can't, Miyeon, you'll be a queen and not God" you spat. "Well fuck God, to hell with God!" You gasped and palmed her mouth. "Do not shout these things princess, please, we'll get caught and you'll get in a blasphemy scandal."

She took a deep breath and took your hands in hers. "I only want to be by your side. Can we do at least that?"

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June 4th, 1815

You just came back to the palace from a long walk with the princess, which was more of a date because you felt like you were out with your lover. You talked about the world and about happy things while you held hands and laughed. Now you brought her back to her room and before the staff got to say anything Miyeon told them that you would be helping her get a bath and get ready for bed. You bowed to the staff and send them off, then closing the doors to Miyeon's room.

She pushed you up against them immediately. The gold ornaments on the door was gold on your chest but the hands gripping your buttocks firmly set you on fire once again. "Finally we are all alone," she whimpered in your ear as she pressed herself against you. You felt her breasts on your back and you wanted to turn around but her grip was surprisingly strong this time.

The princess grinded her crotch against your behind while her hands traveled up to your chest, pulling your dress down so your breasts sprung free. That's when she spun you around and fondled your breasts, kneeding them and massaging them just the way you like it. "Y/N, you drive me crazy, these... these beautiful breasts of yours, I wanna hold them all day long and I wanna touch you while I drown in your eyes," she sighs, kissing your breasts and lapping her tongue at your nipples.

"Why don't you drown between my legs instead?" You moaned softly, smirking slightly. You helped yourself and the princess out of your dresses and underwear, seeing each other completely naked for the very first time. Miyeon pulled you to the bed and you laid down on it together, embracing one another. "You're a beautiful woman, Y/N," she says with a smile, caressing your hip gently. "As are you, your grace." She laid you against her soft pillows and spread your legs wide. "I can not wait to taste you, my dear," she breathed out. "Then don't wait, please, do it, now." She nodds and licked a stripe up your wet pussy, tasting your arousal and smirking.

Her tongue glides along your folds, licking you up and again, and again until she tries to push it into your hole. You mewl and quickly cover your mouth with your right hand, stifling yourself as much as you could. After a few minutes of her tongue pumping and licking your inner walls she pulls out and finds your sensitive clit instead.

You cry out and grab the sheets tightly with your fists and moan at the sensation. It's one thing rubbing your clit with your own fingers but having the most beautiful woman on earth licking and sucking on it was something else. It didn't take Miyeon long to make you come undone on her tongue, lapping up your arousal as your body squirms.

When you gain your breath again you pull her on top of you, feeling her breasts on yours and rubbing them together slightly as you make out with her again. You notice yourself becoming impatient and wanting more so you flip yourselves over, getting on top of the princess. She looks at you with her big and beautiful brown eyes, patiently waiting with hunger in her eyes, curious as to what you're planning to do now.

You spread her legs and lift the right one up, letting it rest on your shoulder. She gasps as you align your sexes together, arousals colliding as you do so. "God, baby, Y/N, what are you doing to me?" She moaned. "I'm going to make love to you, princess, and I can do this sweetly, but I could also fuck you, fuck you hard," you grunted as you slowly rubbed your pussy on hers. "God, that sounds so good, please, that's what I want, Y/N, please do it hard and make me cum again," she begged. "Say no more, my princess," you nodded.

You started to rub your crotch on hers quicker, aligning your clits together and sparking a fire between your bodies. Both of your whimpers, moans and pleads were slowly becoming louder and louder, no longer thinking about keeping things quiet.

"Yes, yes, Y/N, that's so good, that feels amazing, my love, please do it harder, oh! O-oh that's good, yes! Please!"

Miyeon was a loud one, squeeling and moaning, nearly screaming as you quite literally rocked her world. The headboard of the bed was banging against the wall as you kept riding and grinding on her at a fast pace. The tension between you two was growing and both of you were getting close. You held each other as tight as you could while grinding together and quickly you both came, arousal dripping out of you and moans becoming a beautiful set of sinful harmonies.

When you stopped and laid down next to her, Miyeon still hadn't had enough, spreading your legs and putting her pussy on yours once again. She was still so sensitive from her previous orgasm, as were you, so it didn't take long before she started moving quicker and harder, moaning loudly. She threw her head back, her hair coming undone and falling onto her shoulders in lucious shiny curls.

Miyeon presses her lips onto yours as she keeps rocking into you, moaning into your mouth as she comes again in a matter of minutes, squirting on your pussy. "Fuck, fuck, princess!" You moaned against her lips. You flipped her over again, laying her down. The princess' head is laying over the edge of the bed and you set yourself back in the familiar position, grinding on her pussy, her pelvis, her thigh, you rubbed your pussy everywhere, chasing your own high.

"Yes, Y/N, Fuck! Use me! Rub it on me baby, rub it on me, use my body and make yourself come, give it to me, come for me!" You screamed loud and came, shuddering and shaking and falling on top of the princess. The two of you laid there for a while, sweaty and panting.

After a while you stood up and helped the princess up, carrying her to the bathtub. You drew the bath and helped her get in, massaging her skin and scrubbing her while pressing soft kisses on her lips. "I wish we could do that all day long," she sighed. "Me too," you nodded, washing her hair. "I love you, Y/N, You're my dearest love." You sighed but smiled and kissed her. It hurt you when she said those things, because you were realistic enough to know this was gonna end badly and you'd end up in pain. So you didn't ever say it back. But she knew.

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June 15th 1815

''Miyeon, my dearest,'' Queen Isabella said, ''I have found you a suitor! He will be attending the ball next Saturday. You will have to look your absolute best, yes?''

You swallowed thickly, looking down at the teacup in your lap. You tried hard to stay calm, and not to scream 'No! Don't take her from me just yet!' but you knew there was no use. If it's the Queen's orders Miyeon would have to obey her wishes. Miyeon nodded and cleared her throat. ''Yes mother... May I ask what he looks like? What his name is? Where he is from? Because... I would rather marry out of love but if I cannot then I will at least have to know who I marry, right?''

''That is not important. He is a good man, he is from France and we shall hold the wedding soon, after the two of you meet.''

Miyeon nodded, but she stayed quiet the entire time. When the Queen had left and you asked for a private conversation she bursted out in tears. ''Y/N,'' she cried, ''I do not want to marry that French prince, I wanna stay by your side!'' ''My princess, I will be on your side, except our situation will be different. You understand that what has been happening can not happen again.'' She sighed and brushed some hair out of her face and dried her cheeks. ''Not until after the wedding. I can still do whatever I want right now.''

The sovereign pulled you close in her arms and kissed your lips and then your neck. Her hands slid over the material of your dress and she pulled the skirt up, grazing your soft thighs. ''Oh, princess,'' you sighed out when her hand slid into your underwear, cupping your sex. She rubbed your folds as she kissed and sucked on your neck. ''Miyeon, oh God,'' you moaned when she entered you with two fingers. You wanted to stop her, tell her it would only hurt more if the two of you would continue this illicit affair, but you could not stop her. The power of her love and her being was too strong for you, and so you let her.

Her slender fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, making you wetter and moan her name into her mouth as she kisses you. It did not take long for you to come undone on her fingers, falling into her embrace.

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June 18th, 1815

Watching the love of your life meet her future husband was killing you inside. What was worse than that is the fact he was making her laugh and he was touching her hand. The hand that only belonged to you, the hand that fucked you just a few hours ago. Louis, was the guys name and you found him a snob, an arrogant man. Why was she laughing at everything he said?

You knew you tended to overthink certain situations but the way she looked at him showed you she was fond of him and you could not watch it any longer. You took a glass of champagne and drank the entire thing in a matter of seconds before exiting the ballroom. You sat in the hallway, where staff walked around but did not give a damn about how you fell to your knees and cried out. You were losing your love and nobody gave a damn.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

June 19th, 1815

''He's not too bad, luckily,'' Miyeon sighed after she told you about her fiancé. ''Not too bad? You were drooling all over him,'' you scoffed. ''Y/N, please, if I had a choice you know it would be you, not him. I'm just saying I'm glad he's not a total... twat.'' ''He is a twat, he is stealing you from me. You might end up with someone but what about me? I will not be living in a golden palace and I will not be having anyone's children and-''

''Y/N, for one moment, will you think about me?'' ''ALL, I think about, is you princess. You are my thoughts, you are my life, you are it.'' ''You have said yourself that this would hurt and it would not work out even before I did, why are you suddenly verbally attacking me? You knew this was going to happen.''

''So that means I cannot have feelings about this? That means I cannot hate him and feel outraged that he will kiss you and hold you while I rot away in my parents house?'' ''Y/N, please, I will be heartbroken too if I can never hold you again but you knew it was coming. This is not new information. I might be with you but I am still your princess!''

You swallowed your pride and looked down, nodding and taking a deep breath. ''Yes, your grace, princess.'' The tone in your voice was enough for Miyeon to know you drew a line. ''Come on, Y/N, do not do this, we still have a little while,'' she says, trying to take your hand but you step away and bow for her. ''I will not let you cheat on your fiancé, my princess, I shall head home now.'' You bowed once again and left princess Miyeon alone, in tears.

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June 21st, 1815

You were a weak woman, because only days later you were back in bed with Miyeon. Her body felt warm and delicate against your own skin. ''Princess,'' you called out softly. ''Do not speak, Y/N, do not say anything to... to stop this moment.'' You nodd and close the gap between your lips. They move together as you get on top of the beauty. You spread her bare legs and put your crotch on hers. The contact feels so good you throw your head back as you roll your hips forward. You bite back a moan as you bit your lips, breathing picking up as you grind your clit on hers.

''Y/N, Dear, please move faster, please make me finish on your beautiful cunt!'' she pleaded, holding your hips tight. ''Yes darling, my princess I'll make you come again, that is my duty.''

Your hands moved to her naked chest, fondling her breasts as you fucked yourself on her crotch, chasing your on relief. Miyeon was moaning over and over again, nails clawing in the soft flesh of your buttocks. ''Do it harder, harder!'' she screamed. ''Oh my God, oh my God!'' she squeeled when you did her just right. She moved her body along with yours and came hard, eyes rolling back to her brain. The sight of her coming for you made you come as well. You rode out your highs before getting off her but keeping her legs spread.

Miyeon whimpered when she felt two of your fingers dip into her core and she clenched around them. ''Y/N, please, t-too sensitive!'' she cried, but you did not care, you wanted to leave a memory and make her orgasm over and over again. Her arousal was seeping out of her cunt as you moved your fingers inside her quickly. Miyeon's breathing was picking up and with just a few more thrusts she squirted over your hand, coating you in her slick. Without giving her a chance to gain her breath again you kept going, determined.

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June 26th, 1815

The wedding bells were loud, too loud actually for you. It was incredibly hard to hold back the thick tears welling up in your eyes as you watched Miyeon walk out with her prince, her husband. It made you feel nauseous, you wanted to throw up and run away, cry, scream and disappear, knowing you have now lost her to someone else.

You bow to her and congratulate her as she walks by, and when she gets into the carriage you run away. You do not even know where you are running to but you are running, running far away from the church. You end up in the field you once sat in with her and you fell to your knees, not caring your dress would get dirty. You laid in the grass and looked up to the sky while tears fell from your eyes, rolling down your cheek. You missed her dearly, already, and this was only day one. From now on there would be a lifetime without her. Without anyone ever knowing she was once yours.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance But it dies, and it dies, and it dies A million little times

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Fate’s Destiny ~ Chapter 10 || New goals

You somehow, not being able to explain it, had fallen into the Genshin world you know oh-so-well. You were no new player and had explored most of the nooks and crannies of the world. When you first had woken up in Windrise you wondered; it might be a dream, after all, you were behind your screen usually, and now- here? It made no sense, and the world was keen on keeping it that way.

Warnings: Spoilers for main story.

Word count: 3.5k+

Auteurs note: My health is worsening. This chapter has been prewritten and queued in advance because of it. I hope you can enjoy it

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Almost half an hour ago, Ningguang had walked into the room to inform you of Lumine and Paimon’s whereabouts. Thankfully, they hadn’t been in trouble and were still in Liyue harbor, searching for a way to find either a member of the Qixing, Rex Lapis, or you, until they were approached by one of Ningguang’s closest confidantes.

It was also Ningguang who informed you that you were currently in the infamous Jade Chamber, which floated at a nearly impossibly high altitude in the sky. Despite their vow to keep your identity a secret, you chose to stay hidden from the workers and remained inside. This meant that you hadn’t witnessed the vast distance with your own eyes. However, the safety of the walls surrounding you gave little comfort after Ningguang revealed your location.

Neither Zhongli's reassurance nor hers would make you feel more at ease during your stay above the clouds.

While awaiting Lumine and Paimon's arrival in the Jade Chamber, Zhongli kept his promise by having you sit down and focus on the stories depicted on the silk tapestries.

Battles and friendships from long ago do not return your memories, but you now know why Zhongli and Xiao validate you so. In the stories, it sounds like you were close friends before you lost your memories. It must be saddening for them to realise that these moments no longer remain with you.

Ningguang interrupts the comfortable silence once more, “Creator, Rex Lapis.”

When you look up at her, you see your beloved friends by her side. Without a second to waste, you jump out of your chair. You practically stumble forward as you race across the room.

“Y/n.” Lumine wraps her arms around you once you’re close enough, followed by Paimon wrapping her smaller ones over hers. In this short time, you had become close with both of them. If fate would be kind to you, it’d keep the three of you connected till the end of time.

After a short moment, you remove your hands from Lumine’s back and flash her an apologetic look, saying, “I’m sorry.” You glance away with a feeling of guilt. “I wanted to come back for you but a lot happened. And by the time I could do something, Lady Ningguang had already sent someone to get you up here.”

Lumine’s lips curve upwards, “There’s nothing to forgive, so don’t apologise. Xiao ended up helping us a great deal.”

Paimon nods her head vigorously. “Paimon admits Paimon was scared when Xiao suddenly showed up and told us we were followed. Paimon thought we were going to have to fight another dragon or something, but it ended up being a simple misunderstanding.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Dragon?”

A chair scrapes against the wooden floor. When you look over your shoulder towards the source, you see Zhongli has risen to his full height. His expression is calm and unrevealing of his emotions, as usual. It’s a look that radiates power—yet is devoid of intimidation and threat.

He takes a step forward. “It is a pleasure to see you again, traveller.”

Lumine nods her head in acknowledgment, but it’s Paimon who responds. “Paimon is really happy too. Maybe after all this walking around, y/n is finally able to return their memories.” She turns to you with an encouraging smile and puts her thumbs up.

“We… talked quite a lot already,” You point at the silk tapestries hanging from the ceiling. “I haven’t been able to recall anything yet, but I understand my position better after a little history lesson.”

Paimon awes at the pieces of art you pointed out. She floats further into the room without much care of intrusion. “Is that you?”

You walk up to Paimon with Lumine following from behind. The little pixie had stopped in front of a silk tapestry that depicts Zhongli and some stone frog-dragon-thing that you’ve come to know as ‘Azdaha’. On the tapestry, you hold out your hand to ‘Azdaha’, a golden glow falling onto the skull of the beast and depicting you as a saviour of sorts. Zhongli, or Rex Lapis, or Morax—the names are a lot—is illustrated to stand behind you with his arms crossed. The tapestries aren’t detailed enough to show expressions, but the resemblance is certain.

Similar to Paimon, Lumine looks at it with interest and curiosity. Her awe is less evident as her eyes glide over the picture, always carefully hiding her emotions. She seems a bit more hesitant for some reason, slowly taking in any detail and new information.

And while you and your companions stand in front of the tapestry, Zhongli seems to have made his way over as well because he stands next to you when he starts to explain the history behind the art,

“Mortals have always had a fascination with the Creator. This specific tapestry demonstrates a power we used to call; ‘light energy’. It’s unlike any other elemental energy—something only the Creator is capable of.”

You look at the picture with yearning. Could this truly be you? Did you belong in such a timeline once upon a time?

All of the stories Zhongli had told you were magnificent, almost in a dramatic soap series kind of way. It makes it hard to wrap your head around everything. It’s surreal to have history depict you as such a powerful being, especially when you’re unable to deny nor confirm the facts yourself.

You catch Paimon staring at you. A nervous laugh escapes your lips. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m also unable to believe that’s me.”

Zhongli follows your laugh with a warm chuckle. “All in due time. For now, let’s take a seat. I would be delighted to answer any inquiries you may have.”

Uncertainty builds up in your stomach as you move in one of the four chairs surrounding the square table which is boldly placed in the middle of the room. Because of its square shape, it has four equal sides, and thus no head. A design choice for a meeting table, a place where all participants would be equal, you suspect.

Lumine’s eyes are already fixed on you when you turn to her. She gives you a small nod as she settles in the chair on your left while Paimon takes the one on your right. Zhongli takes the only seat left and comfortably settles across from you.

Once everyone is settled, you clear your mind. The small gnosis groans as if protesting, and you clutch it tightly in the hope of suffocating the reverberating rumbles it releases.

Then, you start, “Up until now, I've worked hard to regain my memories with the gnosis, but without success.” It trembles in your hand. “It isn’t enough. And while I’m eternally grateful for your help and willingness to tell me all of these memories that I should remember, I know I’m running out of time.”

The room falls silent as you finish your story, “—every moment I waste trying to figure out how to unlock my memories with a gnosis that wasn’t meant for me, is another moment where my memories slip from me. I need to know why you thought the gnosis would help me, and why it isn’t.”

Zhongli brings the teacup from the table to his mouth. It’s a calculated action, as if he’s trying to extend this moment, which brings a newfound anxiety for the answer he’s withholding.

Once he lowers the teacup onto the table, he answers. “The gnoses were gifted by Celestia, but created from you. In its rawest form, the gnoses should be part of your lifeforce—your aura.”

The gnosis in your hands vibrates weakly when you look at it. Aside from the occasional surge of elemental power it seems to release, you haven’t felt a personal connection to the object ever since receiving it.

Why could that be?

“If I may be so bold,” Zhongli folds his hands over each other. “Your memories should have returned by now. The energy should have recognised its Creator. It is a similar concept to the ley lines, if that helps your understanding.”

Lumine frowns. “But…?”

“But if your memories are yet to return, perhaps the problem lies elsewhere.”

You think about Zhongli’s words. Previously, you had assumed all of your problems to disappear if you were to remember everything. But what if there was another problem? Could you have missed the bigger picture that caused your fading memories?

While you were more than displeased at this revelation, his statement seemed highly likely.

“You believe this because of my aura? Since only a few seem to recognise it?” You look from Zhongli, to Lumine and Paimon, over to Xiao—who remains standing upright behind his Archon.

Zhongli hesitates. “This is a possibility we should consider, yes.”

Xiao clears his throat. “Creator. Perhaps this could be because mortals aren’t able to comprehend weaker amounts of your energy. The traveller is an outlander, maybe they’re more sensitive to it as we are.”

“No.” You reject his idea. “I’ve met ordinary people who have been able to recognise my aura. Even if it was one, it’s unlikely to be an anomaly.”

Paimon puts her hands on her head. “Wait. Paimon is confused. Doesn’t this make the problem much bigger?”

You look over to the little pixie who is visibly distressed with the new information. The corners of your lips lift despite the gloomy situation. She cares about you—as do the others in this room.

Your conversation with Kaeya from the day before flashes through your mind.

“Why don’t you ask Rex Lapis himself? After all, he is the best person to seek answers from. As much as I love Mondstadt, I fear our Archon is as free as its people, so I can’t advise you to come back with me onto a journey to find the lost Barbatos.”

Kaeya's eyes had been fixated on the gnosis moments prior. You had wondered why he seemed so uninterested in it. After all, getting to know that gnoses exist and seeing one right in front of him should stir some feelings in him. Regardless of those being positive or negative.

Perhaps in the grand scheme of things, it no longer seemed as potent as before.

In the past weeks you’ve been trying to unlock your memories through the geo gnosis without prevailing. Then, you spent a few hours listening to—what should be—your memories, without ever recalling them.

If the geo Archon can’t help you, maybe you should seek an audience with another one.

While it seems like a good next step in your mission to recover your memories, you realise how hard this information will be for Zhongli. He’d been more than willing to spend the next century reciting all of his memories in the hopes of your own returning. Unfortunately, you need more than stories to fix this problem.

“What about the other Archons?” You ask carefully.

Zhongli furrows his eyebrows for a split second. Then he purses his lips, carefully thinking about his next words. “You wish to send a message to the Tsaritsa?”

You blink. Had he assumed you wanted to reach out to the cryo Archon after your prior interaction with La Signora? While you hadn’t been too opposed to it, Lumine and Paimon had warned you about the Fatui.

Could you trust the cryo Archon?

“I was thinking about someone closer. A neighbouring nation, if preferable. Do you think Sumeru could help us?”

Paimon gasps. Before she can speak, Lumine interjects. “We have met the anemo Archon in the past. We could return to Mondstadt. It’s closer than Sumeru and we’re already acquainted, making it easier to find him.”

With your trusty cloak and the traveller as your aid, you will be able to explore the city without an uproar. In the worst scenario, not only Lumine would have your back, but Kaeya and Albedo too. Surely people would be more trusting of you with them by your side.

But…

Why would you cause an uproar?

Paimon continues, “If anyone recognises you, we can simply explain the situation to Acting Head Master Jean. After all, we saved Mondstadt with her. She’ll likely trust us if we tell her what’s been going on.”

Right. The aura problem.

What is wrong with you? How could you forget something you were just talking about?

You nod to yourself. “I suppose we now know our next move.”

Slowly, your eyes move up and shift over your companions in the room. Xiao and Lumine keep their emotions hidden behind a mask of neutrality, while Paimon wears hers visible with pride. Zhongli though…

The geo Archon remains silent for a moment longer. Then he speaks in a low voice. “What more can he offer compared to me? Barbatos isn’t—.” His tone shifts, but he quickly regains himself. He looks you directly in the eyes. “I know I would be able to offer more guidance. Liyue might not offer a vast abundance of knowledge on ley lines, but we have more than enough Adepti ready to aid you. Ones with centuries of experience, and centuries of memories with you.”

You look over to Lumine for her advice.

“In such a short time frame actions are better than stories. If you aren’t able to remember your past life now, who says you will after hearing more? If you feel like you’re running out of time, more Archons on your side might be better.” Lumine turns from you to Zhongli. “And while Liyue seems like a good place to stay, won’t it take a while before the Adepti can find out what is wrong with the Creator’s aura?”

Zhongli eyes her down like a god would to a defiant follower. Greed and envy fill his eyes, and the gnosis seems to groan in response. “And what do you think Barbatos has to offer over me?”

“A new perspective.” Lumine holds her ground. After a moment longer, she turns her head to you, ignoring the Archon in her presence. “In Mondstadt we will meet new possibilities. Maybe the Abyss order is involved like they were with Dvalin. If so, we will find more answers there.”

Paimon seems to agree with that possibility as she nods her head furiously in response. Xiao keeps his views to himself. The only tell he shows are his pursed lips and the words he keeps locked behind.

Mondstadt, or Liyue.

Or you’ll be putting your faith into an Archon with nearly no influence over his own lands, or you can test your time by waiting and hoping the Adepti will find an answer.

Both options sound like too much of a gamble, and yet—

“Can’t we do both?” You look up at your companions. “I mean, there’s no need for me to stay here and wait. I can go to Mondstadt while the Adepti try to help me from a distance.”

No more counterarguments are presented. It is the perfect middle ground for a less-than-perfect situation.

“Okay,” Zhongli answers in a flat tone. He forces a small silence into the room as he formulates a plan in his mind. Then he speaks again, “The Adepti will be gathered, and we will aid you.”

His doubt hides behind under his stiff and business formed composure, yet you’re able to recognise his true feelings without much effort.

He does not approve of your decision.

On the other hand, both Paimon and Lumine seem visibly relieved at your choice of heading to Mondstadt. Lumine has a visible smile on her face and her eyes are filled with newfound hope.

She leans closer to you, making her hair fall in her face when she tilts her head playfully. “Let’s go to Mondstadt.” She gives you her brightest smile. “Together.”Her joy is enough to overshadow Zhongli’s doubt, and so your own eyes start to shimmer with hope—Forgetting the consequences of your choices altogether.

You’re quick at gathering your possessions once you return to the inn. The few belongings you own are all gathered in your hands. You realise you own very little to your name. The book gifted to you by Lumine and Paimon, pyjamas and underwear that had been bought on your travels, and a toothbrush. Everything else you used on a daily basis, was shared with Lumine.

In an attempt to fill the silence in the room, you ask a question that has been stuck in your mind for a while now,

“Lumine, Paimon?” Both halt their movements in favour of awaiting what comes next. “I never got to ask this in the Jade Chamber, but what happened after Xiao teleported me away?”

Paimon is immediately captivated by your question. Her eyes widen as if she’s recalling the events. “Yeah! Remember Childe? He suddenly got really mad at Lumine for no reason!”

Her tone is a bit too excited for her words to be alarming to you. You await her explanation.

“He started to pick a fight with the traveller, and because she already had her sword out, he immediately attacked. It caused a big commotion in the harbor and Childe only ran away once the Millelith intervened.”

Lumine adds to Paimon’s story while she continues to pack her stuff. “He had been keeping a close eye on me ever since I entered Liyue. No doubt, every meeting with me had been in his favour. But in all honesty, I think the Fatui has been keeping close tabs on me ever since Mondstadt. It didn’t feel like a personal thing.”

You hum. “I’m glad you weren’t hurt.”

“Pfft? Hurt?” Paimon snickers. “If anyone was hurt, it was Childe.”

Lumine disagrees, “If we weren’t in public, I’m not sure what would’ve happened. As a Harbinger, he has a reputation to uphold. Childe never used his full powers during the fight.”

Lumine continues. “But enough about that.” She puts her hands on her hips and turns to you. “You also mentioned meeting a Harbinger on our way back. I’m curious how your confrontation went.”

You avert your eyes. “I’d compare it to a forced diplomatic conversation instead of a confrontation—but yes.”

You cross your arms. It takes no effort to remember your conversation with La Signora. The deal between the geo Archon and the cryo Archon was truly peculiar. If you had chosen to stay in Liyue, you might’ve been able to figure out what this deal was about.

“There isn’t much to note, except that she was the mediator between the cryo and geo archon for a contract. I’m unsure of whether she felt my aura or not because she saw my face.” You hum, recalling the way she addressed you. “She did not seem to like me but she had no bad intentions either.”

Paimon perks up, “Paimon is just glad Rex Lapis was there to clear up any possible confusion about your identity. If it was Childe he might’ve tried to fight you as well.”

“Mhm,” You nod your head as you look over at the pixie. “And with La Signora returning to the cryo Archon, she might be able to help me. Who knows? Maybe that’s exactly what I needed.”

Lumine shakes her head, “Not possible.”

Paimon seems to agree with her. She crosses her arms and huffs once. “Paimon doesn’t trust the Fatui. They only ever fight!”

“Oh?”

“That woman took the gnosis from Venti–” She screeches, “And turned Paimon into an ice cube.”

Lumine carefully adds, “The Fatui seem to be after the gnoses. What guarantee do you have of the Tsaritsa accepting you in your current form when she won’t try to respect her other Archons?”

You frown. Your lack of information on the cryo Archon and the Fatui was making the situation difficult. Could you be making the wrong choices? And if you were, how could you trust your previous judgement of leaving Liyue?

”Do you truly believe that the Fatui has bad intentions even if Zhongli, the geo Archon, had willingly signed a contract with La Signora?”

”Oh.” Paimon rubs her head. ”Paimon forgot about that.”

”Surely he’d have the right reasons to do this, no?”

Lumine pats her travel bag a few times, making sure it’s secure before she slings it over her shoulder. ”While I understand your confusion and need for answers, I’m not sure if we’ll ever get the truth of that question. Despite Rex Lapis’ willingness to share anything with you, he didn’t seem thrilled to explain certain things in detail. At least, not with us in the room.”

She gestures to Paimon with her head. The pixie seems to visibly deflate. ”Paimon also felt like that.”

”For now,–” Lumine puts a hand on your shoulder in a comforting way, ”–let’s head to Mondstadt. It’s still early, and I’ve got a feeling it’s best to depart as soon as possible.”

You nod and place your belongings in the bag Lumine had prepared for you. ”I’m ready.”

”Paimon is too!” The pixie throws her hand in the air and races outside. ”C’mon! Paimon really wants to stop by some food stalls on the way.”

Lumine sighs and heads out of the door, trying to stop the small companion from leaving without you.

Your hand clamps around the gnosis. It is silent for the first time since you received it. No energy, no faint humming, no vibrations.

…

Nothing.

You pull your cloak over your head and take the first step towards Mondstadt.

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dontbelasagnax · 1 year ago

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MISSION SUCCESS MUHAHAH I'd take any of the prompts from you really, so how about 21? Wildcard! Dealers choice! My only request is that it's in-universe 😚

(if you can't decide then maybe bloody kiss? I did once say that you writing angst would be the ultimate win for me)

Alright!! I've finally finished this first prompt!! Both of you, @lightasthesun and anon, wanted bloody kiss so here we are. Ann, since you wanted angst, I believe I am delivering that. However. You must know I'm not an angst person so I cried three times while writing this despite knowing it has a happy ending. You will pay somehow.

Pairing: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,851

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Major Character Injury, First Kiss, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

All things considered, Cody probably should have seen it coming.

[ OR: Cody gets shot off a cliff. This is obviously quite dire. If he's got one chance left to kiss Obi-Wan, he'll take it. ]

(fic under the cut if you wish to read here on tumblr)

All things considered, Cody probably should've seen it coming.

He didn't.

There was a moment, just one, where he looked over his shoulder at his General and their troops. It was oddly peaceful, trudging forward together. He had a passing thought that moments like that were rare.

He was on a cliff. And then he wasn't.

Somewhere amidst the blast, the rush of blood in his ears, the icy lurch of his stomach, and a panicked thought that he really should've worn his jetpack, he heard a shout.

It might have been his own voice. He couldn't be sure.

The fall was rough. His body seemed to find every jutting rock off the side of the cliff to bounce off of. He says bounce. The gravity on this planet is stronger than most. It was more of a solid collision straight down with the weight of his body rolling him off every surface he met until he fell straight through air to what he thinks is the ground.

He blinks rapidly, spots of black dancing across his vision. Breaths come out shallow and laboured and- is it silent? Where's the sound? Is it- there's a high pitched ringing and-

"-ody! Cody!"

The spotty sky is cut by blurs of Obi-Wan. There are lines down- oh. His visor must be shattered. Nevertheless, he doesn't like the expression on his general's face.

"Cody," it's husked out, too harried and somehow gentle at once.

"Sir," Cody tries to say. It comes out raspy and gurgled. His mouth tastes of iron. This isn't good. "Did you-" a cough wracks his body and it's perhaps the most painful moment of his existence, "jump?"

"You know the answer to that."

Against his better judgment, Cody feels compelled to sit up at that. He can't quite pinpoint which part of his body protests most. It all turns into one searing blaze of pain. His vision blurs.

He heaves a great stuttered breath which seems to hurt almost as much.

He knows it's bad.

"The men need you," he tries.

"At the moment you need me more."

"Sir."

"Cody, please."

Cody closes his eyes. Breathes as shallowly as he can. A tear trails down his cheek. He swallows dryly. "Can't move."

"Oh, Cody."

"Can you- helmet?"

There's the hiss of his bucket coming unlatched and then it's tugged free.

With the increased range of vision, he glances down at whatever he can make out of himself. It's not pretty. Plastoid is somehow painted red and his left arm seems to be twisted at an unnatural angle.

Yeah. He's not making it out of this alive.

He drinks in the sight Obi-Wan makes above him, hair flopped over his forehead, a smear of ash across his cheek. He's beautiful.

The warmest, kindest hand cradles Cody's cheek. "I'll get you a med-evac-"

"They cut off," Cody fights a wheeze, "communications, remember?" A wet cough erupts violently- shaking him from the inside out. Time ceases through the blinding pain. When his lungs quiet there's wetness falling down his face. Blood and tears. "You've gotta go, sir."

"No, Cody. No."

"Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan goes stockstill, staring with wide, wet eyes. Too soft. Too full of urgency and pain and yearning. He's always trying to get Cody to refer to him by his first name.

There's always a first time for everything. And a last.

"C'mere."

"Cody," Obi-Wan says even as he leans in closer and rubs a thumb across Cody's cheek. Their foreheads meet. He can't decide if Obi-Wan’s breath on his skin is comforting or exhilarating.

With all the strength he can muster, Cody tilts up his chin and closes the remaining distance between them.

A kiss.

Warm press of lips to lips. Just the hint of facial hair brushing against his skin. He can't imagine it gets better than this, even with lips as cracked as they are and wet with blood instead of a balm or saliva. It's not as if he knows better. It's his first kiss after all.

Another first and last.

It's only fitting for it to be with Obi-Wan. The person he's very privately begun to think of as the love of his life.

In another life, when he opened his eyes after their first kiss, the cause of his blurred vision would be Obi-Wan's fault alone. "Always wanted to do that," Cody croaks.

It's true. He's wanted a lot of things. A lot of simple, impossible things that will never be. But. He's dying here and now. He knows how to make the best out of a bad situation.

Obi-Wan’s expression is nothing short of cracked through and through with devastation. "I won't leave you here."

He doesn't think he's ever heard his general’s voice clogged with tears before.

"You will.”

And because he doesn't have to pretend anymore that he doesn't want to touch his general--that he doesn't want to feel his skin and share his breath and know him in the most intimate of ways--Cody reaches for Obi-Wan's hand.

In an instant, his stomach churns as his vision swims, he realizes his mistake. That was his mangled arm he tried to move. The tide of the pain is too strong to fight. Obi-Wan blurs to nothing but a smear, words turn to garbled noises and-

The world goes black.

[Beep]

Cody comes to with the groggy need to open his eyes. It’s a struggle. Seemingly with the weight of an AT-AT upon his eyelids, he blinks his eyes open to searing bright white. Immediately his eyes shut. Not to be deterred, he tries again, blinking steadily until he can see.

Sterile white ceiling. Fluorescent lamps. A flimsy curtain. Annoying beeping.

He's in a med bay.

Tubes and wires. Barely patterned sheet. A hand holding his own-

A chunk of unmistakable ginger bangs flopping onto an eyebrow. Tired eyes looking at Cody so fondly, creases of a smile drawing from the edges of his eyes down his cheeks.

“They said you'd awaken soon,” says Obi-Wan. A thumb strokes Cody's wrist.

"'m I dead?" Cody croaks. His throat is drier than the heated days on Geonosis. He frowns. Obi-Wan is here. That isn’t right. "Are we both dead?"

"I should certainly hope not.”

So. Not dead.

Well.

That's unexpected.

“Wha-” Cody's throat catches on a cough and he splutters roughly.

“Here, here, dear.” Obi-Wan’s there with a cup of water, directing a straw past his chapped lips.

He sips the water down gratefully, satisfied as it soothes the parched gravel of his throat. He tilts his head away when he's done and Obi-Wan puts the cup down.

“What happened?” Cody tries again.

“How about I tell you later? After Egg has checked you-”

No. That won't do.

“Sir,” he interrupts, unyielding, “Sitrep.”

Obi-Wan must be tired because he doesn't even try to do their usual mutually stubborn staring match; he just sighs. “Ghost company managed to infiltrate the Separatist base and contact the admiral to request reinforcements and med-evac.”

Cody narrows his eyes. There is a glaring gap of information. “Where were you?”

“With you,” he says plainly.

Cody opens his mouth to say something but Obi-Wan effortlessly silences him by placing his hand over Cody's once more.

“I wouldn't leave any of my men behind to die, but, you- Cody.” There is a deep ocean of emotion pooled in Obi-Wan's eyes and spoken in the two syllables of Cody's name. “I couldn't leave you. Not like that.” Obi-Wan sighs as if expelling the weight from his shoulders. "And,” the corner of his mustache twitches upwards, “personally, I think I deserve a better kiss.”

“You- what?” Cody's brain flickers mid thought.

“The kiss. I deserve a better one, “ he says with near haughty conviction. “It was rude, quite frankly, to kiss me and nearly die. Gave me quite the fright.”

Cody swallows, his mouth suddenly dry again. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

Cody's eyes cannot be dragged away from Obi-Wan's lips. As Obi-Wan sits on the edge of the bed, all Cody can see is the hint of teeth catching on Obi-Wan's pink bottom lip.

He's closer now. Closer still as he gently pitches himself over Cody.

Fuck. Fuck.

“Kiss me,” Obi-Wan breathes.

It's not an order. Not really. Cody is helpless but to obey.

He makes a wounded noise into the meeting of their lips.

Obi-Wan is so soft and warm- his lips, his beard, the nudge of his nose. His hand slowly trails up Cody's good arm, bare as Cody seems to only be wearing a med gown. Sparks dance up his skin.

As their lips push and pull into kiss after kiss, heat grows inside Cody's chest and belly, competing with his fluttering stomach, elated and happy and-

“Ahem.”

Their lips separate with a smack. Reality filters in alongside the sound of rapid, high pitched beeping. Obi-Wan pulls away, expression nothing short of sheepish.

Their highest ranking medical officer, Egg, approaches the bed. “I see you're awake and someone failed to notify me.”

“Yes, well-” Obi-Wan starts, face adorably growing pink.

Egg ignores him. “Commander, how are you feeling?” As he speaks, he taps buttons on a machine attached to the wall which blissfully makes the beeping stop. “Any discomfort? Nausea? Pain?”

Cody sets aside the embarrassment of being caught and evaluates himself. He feels… surprisingly fine. “No, nothing.”

“Good. If that changes you've got a button you can easily request more meds with. Use it; there's nothing valiant in unnecessary suffering.”

Cody nods, fully aware he needs to cooperate if he wants to stay on Egg’s good side.

"And, General,” Egg looks directly at Obi-Wan for the first time, “stop making my patient tachycardic."

"I make no such promises.”

Cody shoots him A Look.

“Darling,” oh Force- this is a development Cody had not seen coming, “I do endeavor to never make a promise I can't keep.”

Okay. Well. That's-

Egg sighs, long and weary. “I'll be back in roughly two hours for rounds. If you spill any body fluids in my med bay I'll be requesting your transport to The Resolute med bay. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” both Cody and Obi-Wan respond.

With that, Egg makes his departure, fully swooshing open the privacy curtain before leaving the room.

There is a moment of relative silence. Cody realizes that Obi-Wan is once again holding his hand. He likes it. He likes it a lot.

“That couldn't have gone better,” Obi-Wan announces cheerily.

Cody can't help it.

He laughs.

It starts small, just a huff of breath out his nose until he's wheezing, lips stretched over gum and tears dripping down his face, clutching Obi-Wan who similarly chortles. His laughter is the most joyous of music.

He's alive. Miraculously. And somehow- somehow they're doing things like hold hands now.

It strikes Cody that, although he's confined to this awful med bay bed, for the first time in his life he feels happy. He's actually, truly happy.

There's no way it can last but he hopes he'll remember this moment forever. Acting an absolute fool with the man he loves most. Happy.

#my writing #codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #🫣🫣🫣#codywan kissing agenda

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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 2 years ago

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"CANDY MAN"

SUMMARY: your morning was awesome with jungkook but as you are on the end of your day it turns a 360.

PAIRINGS: weed dealer jk X reader

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

WARNINGS : They both smoke weed , unprotected sex, oral (m) ,hickeys loads , jk likes when it’s messy, reader spits in his mouth , jk has a dick piercing . Changkyun and minhyun are mentioned .

A/N: I couldn’t stop myself from writing this vogue jungkook is the best thing ever 😭 Also sorry for the end hehe 😬. Please like, reblog and comment your feedback’s mean so much to me 😌♥️ENJOY SWEET PIES 🥰

You’ve been awake for a few minutes now it’s 7 a.m. in the morning, and you thought of brushing and going back to bed again for some cuddling with jungkook. He slept there naked just in his Calvin Klein boxers.

Coming back to the bed to climb on top of him pecking his lips and groaning jungkook waves you off. You smirk and start to grind on his morning wood “ What do you want y/n? It’s still seven Hun” he says groggily waking up. “I want you kook, can I ?” His hands came to palm your ass to help you grind him but you took them away from you , “Sure then go ahead”.

You softly made moaning noises when you leaned down to kiss his lips “open you mouth kook wanna spit” you said already gathering some of your saliva in your mouth , opening his mouth he let you do it. Jungkook’s hands were already between you both palming your pussy over your panties. “ go ahead rub yourself on my fingers, baby” Jungkook mumbled, moving your panties to side jungkook hissed when he felt your core already wet with your slick “your so fucking wet baby” humming you continued grinding and kissing and sucking some hickeys on his neck.

Adjusting his body a bit jungkook slides up reaching over the nightstand to grab on the rolled-up weed. Removing his boxers , Jungkook has his foreskin pierced, the site of his cock pierced made you moan “fuck kook every-time I see this piercing makes me feel things” jungkook chuckled while you played with his piercing “suck me now yeah baby, gonna smoke while you suck me” Jungkook added already lighting it up. “ yeah kook I’ll make you feel good”. You started with the firstly his heavy balls when he groaned “Yeah go, baby, spit on it, baby” Curses left his mouth.

Jungkook always had a sensitive spot for getting his balls sucked you sucked him hallowing your cheeks around one of his balls and making a sucking sound while palming his hard cock “ mph…..Jagi, gonna cum untouched” he warns “ go on kook cum on my face” now going back to suck his cock and kitten licking his red swollen tip and teasing his piercing ,gagging till your nose was pressed against his pelvis. While jungkook was still chasing his high and with you gagging around him. There was someone about to ring the doorbell ruining his orgasm.

“Fuck who the hell is here at 7 AM” Jungkook groaned telling you he will be back in a few.

Wearing his boxers the ringing of the bell pissed him off a drunk Changkyun appears when he opens the door “ Why the fuck are you here early morning?” Jungkook hissed seeing his state “ Get me the costly weed jungkook I somehow fucked up” Changkyun says standing with the support of your door wall.

“ yeah, wait a second dose minhyun needs one too?” Jungkook says already getting one for Changkyun “Yeah give me one I’ll pass him the other one” Changkyun brings his wallet passing jungkook the money. “Thank you, bro, I hope this shit helps me”Waving him off jungkook closes the door. Taking the money he kept it your wallet .

He saw you already teasing your pussy while palming your breasts tugging on your nipple and moaning his name “Shall we continue where we left Jagi?” Jungkook says jumping on top of you “hell yeah kook” chuckling when he kisses and pulls on your lower lip and grinds on your panty-clad pussy “ mm fuck y/n, I’m gonna smack the fuck out of Changkyun when we next meet” Jungkook said complaining “ it’s fine I figured he must have fucked up that’s why he was here early at 7 “. Jungkook gets back on his knees removing his boxers getting his half-used rool and lighting it again “Pass me that kook” Humming he passes it to you and continues to remove your panties.

Teasing his cock with precum dripping from the red swollen tip he teased your pussy lips “Are you gonna be a good girl?”jungkook asks you slowly teasing his tip inside your pussy “Just relax baby I’ll make you feel good” reassuring you he eased his tip inside you while you finished the roll tossing it in the ashtray “ fuck kook…feels full” you moaned your hands coming to leave scratches on his back, biting his moans back he let outs a grunt when you clench around him “ That’s good baby, keep doing it, gets so tight when you clench baby” he slows his pace just to hear the sound of your wet pussy “ Fast kook gonna come” you whimpered “so messy baby” thrusting fast jungkook asks you to hold on for him “be good Jagi …. Hold it gonna cum too” tears rushing down your face” can’t kook need to cum now” you said “I told you to stay quiet Jagi” Jungkook groaned , headboards now banging the wall behind your bed “ cum baby cum did so good for me” you both cum undone panting heavily jungkook kisses your lips “ did great baby” leaving some hickeys on your neck and softly kissing each of them , chuckling he slowly backs away when you thought you were done jungkook moves down towards you cum leaking pussy,” made a mess baby”, slowly pushing them back inside “ didn’t wanna mess up the sheets baby” Keeping from making noises you nodded at the overstimulation, he slowly removes his fingers and licked them clean .

It’s late in the afternoon when you go to buy some ingredients for dinner Jungkook insisted on making today “jungkook I’ll be heading outside now” you said already wearing your boots when you hear the doorbell opening the door you gasp when you see the sight in front of you.

“Miss we are here to check if there’s any weed or drugs” they said already getting into your house. While the officers continue to search up your house Jungkook is standing there bewildered .

The officers now go to both of your bedroom , That’s when you both look at each other.

We fucked up .

#bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #weed dealer kook #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic bts smut #jungkook smut #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook smut

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anony-man · 6 months ago

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Chubformers drabble #149!

Character: Starscream (ES)

Word count: 1.3k

Frag G.H.O.S.T. and its claim of building a safer, friendlier world. Frag the operation to Unicron and back, and its gang of allies, too. Frag them, frag them all, and good riddance, as the humans would say.

Starscream knew a trap when he saw one, and in a place like that, he knew only bad things could follow. He knew the signs, the lures, the tantalizing offer of freedom and a taste of something better. He wasn’t a fool, no matter what Megatron seemed to think, and he certainly hadn’t just come online yesterday.

Though his spark still pounded and his helm still spun at the very thought of being trapped in that place again, the flier allowed himself a chance to rest and relax a little. It was hard to turn his processor off when it had worked itself up so badly, but things were over now, and with that in mind, he had slowly begun coming down from the terror of it all. The threat of impending danger and government officials spilling from the tree line was ever present in his racing processor, and he could already tell it would remain so for some time… still, Starscream also knew that he needed to calm himself down before something unpleasant followed.

Both Nova Storm and Skywarp slept fitfully nearby, the two fliers lying tangled together against the cool grass under the cover of a maple tree. Having exhausted themselves from the events of the day, they remained deep in recharge and blissfully unaware of the tizzy their third companion had worked himself into. Thank Primus, Starscream thought as he crouched close beside and reached into his subspace. He didn’t need them getting worked up, too.

With careful, quiet movements and bated breath, Starscream slid one cube after another from the extra space in his cockpit. Frag G.H.O.S.T. and its so-called promising operation, he thought to himself as he shoved cubes of fuel into the laps of the sleeping seekers and stacked a pile for himself to eat. He’d been to the other side by then and did not at all like what he had seen.

“Stay here,” he said to no one in particular, all while hoping that by some miracle the two snoozing seekers would somehow hear him. “Don’t get caught and don’t run off. I’ll be back in a few, all right?”

As expected, there was no reply. Starscream sighed and internally facepalmed at how motherly he’d become since reuniting with the two other bots, then rose to his pedes with his share of the fuel in his arms and crept off into the trees.

G.H.O.S.T. had been a cold, hard place for bots like him, and taking his fair share of fuel on his way out the door was only one way the vengeful seeker was looking to get back at the organization. As the sun set, and the day came to an end, he found his resolve weakening and his strength waning… and Primus, was he hungry.

Though waking his companions was something he was desperate to avoid, Starscream hadn’t managed to get very far away from their temporary setup before his trembling legs buckled underneath him. He hit the ground with a painful oof!, the impact sending cubes of energon he had precariously stacked flying in all different directions.

“Scrap,” he hissed under his breath as he rose to all fours and reached a trembling servo out to the nearest discarded cube. “Those idiots…—ugh.”

How pathetic this must have looked from an outside perspective, Starscream thought bitterly as he sat back on his aft and tore the lid free from the first cube. He was left high-wired and anxious, exhausted and starved, and it was all thanks to G.H.O.S.T. The poor seekers who’d fallen dead on their pedes from the strain of escaping weren’t much better off, and he was all the more angry because of it.

Frag G.H.O.S.T. and its filthy operation. Starscream wished desperately to one day have a better opportunity given for sweeter revenge, but right now, he was plenty satisfied with making it out of there alive. That and the weeks worth of fuel he’d managed to smuggle for him and his two companions, of course. G.H.O.S.T. may have gotten him first, but he was intent on getting the last laugh.

He would have never admitted it, but as he began to drink, Starscream almost felt relieved Nova Storm and Skywarp had passed out before getting to the fuel he’d stolen. He could only imagine what a sight he made as he sat there, guzzling cube after cube and suckling the residual fuel that dribbled down his chin off the tips of his fingers. G.H.O.S.T. had left him a wounded, starving animal, but Starscream was finally beginning to right this once again. His appetite was fierce, and his processor was a mess, but each cube of fuel he lifted to his lips and chugged down seemed to make his problems disappear.

Starscream chugged one cube after another, his focus having moved solely to filling the ache in his gut. He was starved in the system, and stifled by their barriers, but now that he was free once again, he could do as he pleased—so he did. One cube became two, and two became three, and before he knew it, the stockpiled stash of energon stolen right from under their noses had become a pile of empty containers tossed aside and licked clean.

Some time had passed between falling to his knees amongst the trees and becoming engulfed in the raging hunger that drove him to eat and eat and eat, but when Starscream came back to his senses, it was to sticky fingers, slack-jawed panting breaths, and a bulging belly that curved beneath the glass of his cockpit.

Starscream closed his optics and grimaced, his callback to reality dawning slowly. As the ache in his belly gradually increased, leaving behind the bittersweet taste of stale energon rations handed out to all the ex-Cons such as himself, he forced his processor to slow its racing and took in a series of deep, steady intakes. The trees rustled against the wind, and somewhere in the distance he could hear the faint sounds of wildlife, but no signs of any curious or concerned seekers were to be found.

Good. They’d slept through most of the night and the appeasement of his ravenous appetite. He couldn’t ask for much more, really.

With his belly aching all the more by the second and the crash that followed an intense and stressful day like the one he had had, Starscream could feel his frame threatening to shut down on him. He was exhausted now, his bare needs having been met, and all he craved from here on out was a good bit of recharge in close proximity of the other seekers. He tried to stand, but his belly protested, a threatening gurgle emitting from its pit in response to his daring attempt at moving.

“Of course,” he muttered aloud, one servo falling back against the grass while the other circled the dome of strained, bloated mesh. “The one night I indulge again and it backfires. Why should I be surprised…”

Well, he supposed he’d at least gotten a chance to eat by now. Besides, Nova Storm and Skywarp weren’t far off; if something were to happen, he’d know.

Disregarding the fact that his stuffed tanks had already made the decision for him, Starscream slumped back against the grass with an audible huff. His optics were closing before he’d so much as folded his servos over his grumbling middle, and by the time he’d found a rhythm to awkwardly soothing his bellyache, he was already drifting off into recharge himself.

The clearing was a mess of empty cubes and a bloated, sleeping seeker, and that much would be found by Starscream’s two sleepy companions come morning. In the meantime, he was content to sleep through the worst of his bellyache… because after all, he didn’t have much of a choice.

#chubformers #es starscream #anon man writes

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hummingbird24220 · 4 months ago

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Chapter One Hundred and Nine: Extra! Extra! Read All About Your Personal Business!

You were mid-stretch on the Sunny’s main deck when the seagulls came in like a storm—loud, messy, feathered chaos. Robin caught one with a calm hand, plucked the newspaper from its little leg, paid the delivery fee, and offered the paper to Nami without looking up from her book.

That was normal.

What wasn’t normal was Nami immediately snorting halfway through her first sip of juice and coughing so hard she nearly fell off her deck chair.

“Okay, what,” you said, suspicious.

She wordlessly passed the paper to you, her face turning red from the effort of keeping her laughter down.

You took it. Read the headline. Blinked.

"SWORD, SMOKE, AND STARES—WHO HAS THE HEART OF THE STRAW HAT CREW’S TANK?" Subheader: “Polyamorous power trio? Shocking details emerge from seaside scuffle!”

You read it again. Out loud. Slowly.

“...This can’t be real.”

“Oh, it’s real,” Sanji said darkly, leaning over your shoulder. “That’s my good side in that photo.”

You flipped the page to see an actual shot of you stepping out of the crowd post-fight—Zoro just over your shoulder, arms crossed and looking unbothered, and Sanji approaching from the other side with a towel and a plate of skewers. The three of you looked like something out of a movie. A very misleading movie.

“They’re calling me the 'Beloved Blade,’” Zoro muttered, arms crossed as he squinted at the page. “Whatever that means.”

You stared blankly at the quote block pulled in bold print:

“Seen with both the swordsman and the cook, the fierce warrior (Y/N) may have carved a new standard for love on the high seas. Close sources claim she’s ‘magnetic,’ and the two men orbit like moons.”

Luffy leaned over the railing. “Ooooh, you’re in a love shape!”

“What?” you blinked.

“Y’know,” he pointed helpfully, “not a triangle. A… twisty shape. Like a tangled rope. A poly ship.”

Robin smiled into her book. “Technically, they’re not wrong.”

“I AM NOT IN A POLYAMOROUS SITUATIONSHIP,” you shouted at the clouds.

Chopper peeked at the paper. “I mean… it does look like it.”

“I handed her food!” Sanji protested.

“She touched my shoulder once,” Zoro added, voice flat.

“Oh, so now we’re counting touches?” You turned on them. “This crew is a walking scandal.”

“Then you,” Robin said calmly, “must be the headline.”

You stormed into the galley and dramatically flopped onto the table with the paper still in hand.

“This isn’t even news,” you groaned. “What happened to pirate bounties and navy movements and weather reports?!”

Usopp took the paper, reading aloud: “According to anonymous sources, all three crewmates are constantly seen together, creating what some are calling an ‘unofficial throuple of the Grand Line.’”

You bit the table.

Later, you pinned the article to the kitchen wall with a fork.

“Fine,” you muttered. “Let the world speculate.”

Sanji passed by. “You know this means next time we dock, they’re going to ask for a group photo.”

Zoro stopped, glanced at the headline again, and grumbled, “If they ask me to hold hands, I’m throwing someone overboard.”

You shrugged, grinning just a little.

“Better make it look good.”

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The next island welcomed you with flower petals, dancers, and the kind of energy that always spelled trouble.

“It’s their yearly Harvest Festival,” Robin explained, walking beside you through the bustling market square. “The town celebrates with feasting, dancing, and crowning a ‘Royal Couple’—the pair who ‘embody unity and balance.’”

You nodded. “Cool, cool.”

“And the town votes for them.”

You stopped. “Less cool.”

Sanji, walking behind you with a fresh bouquet he’d somehow acquired from three blushing vendors, chimed in, “Well, clearly it’ll be you and me, my angel.”

Zoro, from the other side, grunted. “No chance I’m getting roped into that kind of crap.”

Usopp skidded up to you, holding a ballot. “Too late! They’re letting tourists vote!”

You blinked. “What?!”

Usopp grinned. “You’re on the list! With Sanji, Zoro… actually, with almost everyone. The town's obsessed with you.”

You froze.

Then turned slowly to see the town’s main square. A huge board displayed all the nomination pairs so far, filled in by hand:

(Y/N) + Sanji (Y/N) + Zoro (Y/N) + Luffy (?!?) (Y/N) + Robin (Y/N) + Both Zoro and Sanji (Robin) + Franky (Usopp) + Nami (Chopper) + Adventure (who added that?!)

Your name was everywhere. The votes were stacking in real time. Townsfolk were chatting excitedly about “that fearsome one-eyed beauty with two loyal guards.” You didn’t even have your eye patch on anymore, and somehow it made things worse.

You took a deep breath. And committed to sabotage.

Over the next two hours, you whispered into the ears of enthusiastic locals, helped them write names, and sweet-talked every elderly couple in a ten-mile radius.

“Robin and Franky, right?” you’d say sweetly. “The elegance and the eccentric—what a beautiful balance.”

“They’d look amazing on a festival float.”

“Symbol of innovation and knowledge? It's poetic.”

You personally submitted at least a dozen votes under different handwriting.

When the final tally was announced, the town elder stepped up to the podium, drumroll playing from a group of children on overturned baskets.

“With great excitement, the Royal Couple of this year’s festival is…”

You held your breath. Please not me, please not me—

“ROBIN AND FRANKY!!”

The square erupted into cheers.

Robin, elegant and calm, blinked once, then smiled and gave a graceful little wave. Franky stood up and flexed both arms with a “YEAHHH!!” while a flower crown was forcibly planted on his head.

You were already slipping back into the crowd, grinning smugly.

“You sabotaged the vote,” Zoro said, appearing beside you with narrowed eyes.

“Prove it,” you replied, sipping a coconut drink.

Sanji sighed dreamily. “They missed the real romance...”

“You mean me and my dignity?” you asked sweetly.

“...No.”

Later that evening, as Robin and Franky were paraded around in a floral chariot, you found yourself laughing with the rest of the crew—genuinely enjoying the chaos for once without being in the center of it.

But Zoro still kept glancing at you. And Sanji kept walking just a little too close.

And you? You smiled like you didn’t notice.

But oh, you noticed everything.

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nerdy-nintendo-noodle · 2 years ago

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Quilt

(An idea of a fluff scene inspired by @lizadale 's Dimigi stories. I hope you all enjoy! Luigi's POV, by the way ❤️)

You think for some time, staring down at fistfuls of oddly coloured fabrics in your hands. He'll like it. You almost seem to try and convince yourself for a moment. Again, you sift through them.

First was the huge piece of white material, which when you flipped it over, you got a beautiful sea of stars and what felt like a portal to space. Ah, count Bleck's cape. Very high quality fabric. Just Textured like your jersey that Dimentio had liked before.

Then, a black one. Oh. With gold buttons on. And a neckerchief of green. It must have been his. Or rather, yours. But not you. You try your best to breathe through the hard lump that accumulated so fast in your throat. And, just as quick, a little twinge in your chest. Breathe, breathe, the longer you look at it, the less overwhelming it will be. The less the heart will have control over you. Just desensitise. You blink many times with shuddery breaths staggering through you. Every glance hurts, but a little less than the last. It was Mr. L's shirt. It was hard for you to see. But it was clean. All the fabrics were now.

You'd gone to all this trouble to go back and get these. This bundle of clothing and materials were the same pile of colours that clashed the day you saw Dimentio huddled unconscious in them. They were previously stained in blood, sodden and crusty. Dusty and an overwhelming smell of rubble and antiques. You'd cleaned them all tenderly. First by hand and then in a washing machine.

Next was a patch of what you could gather of Dimentio's old attire. A small patchwork square of purple and yellow. You had actually salvaged two small fabric squares of it. And, as you peered into a bag to the side of you, something else, but you'd already fixed that.

Following this was a polkadot fabric. Yellow mainly, and then white dots. Mimi's. Then a skirt. Red and black. Oh, that's no skirt. And if you'd have said that to O'chunks... well, who knows what would have happened. You feel your lips curling upwards as one of your thumbs lightly rubs over each one. Time to get to work.

When Dimentio finally arrives home from his day out with the flopside Nolrem and managing a shithole of a dimension, he looks just a little overwhelmed. And you feel the tension in your chest as you grip the bag you'd stuffed the things into.

Oh dear. This may hurt him more. I don't want to do that. Please. Please be okay with this. If I just explain it maybe it'll b-

"OW!" You exclaim, feeling a notch of your skin retract from between his pinched fingers.

"You're worried. I was too long gone, was that the problem?" Dimentio asks, rubbing the patch where he'd nipped you. The heat of the tight pinch started to fade. You shake your head, then tipping it towards the bag you're holding.

"I... I got you something. Well, us, something..." You answer. He smiles a touch, reaching for it. As he grabs it, you feel your hand clench in protest. Don't, don't!

"Well, won't you let me see? A little odd that you would make something and not let me have it." Dimentio squinted at you and forcefully pinged each of your fingers from the loopholes of the bag.

Your stomach scrunched. The heart. It was pulling you down. But at the same time, you knew, somehow, that you both needed this in your lives.

Dimentio pulls a large quilt out from the bag. All knitted together. A collection of the fabrics he once swaddled himself in. The members of team Bleck. Their attire. All here. His face screwed for a moment as he went to smell for the cold, earthy, aged deteriorating smell. What he expected wasn't what he got. Detergent and soft feels, smells of lavender and a couple of spices. You knew to put warm smells in there, and not watery fragrances, of course.

"I... I thought we could have it as a momento. You know... our pasts aren't getting any easier to deal with. So, if we work together to get over it, and remember there's comfort in our tale somewhere... maybe desensitising ourselves to these and purposefully looking at the bad and turning it into a positive will help? Its okay if it stays in the wardrobe for a while, I'll understand..." You disclaim. Because you have to. You can't just leave it. You have to tell him and demonstrate to him that you didn't do it for his past to haunt him.

Dimentio goes through some facial phases. First, a touch of confusion. Then a hit of fascination. Followed by admiration as he swept his gelled bangs aside to look at the seems you'd knitted. The texture differences of all the clothes, the knitted seems, the colours. Everything was so distracting but yet beautiful all at once. You notice that the longer he stares at this thing, the more his mouth tries to open and say something.

"Thank you. This is, actually, genius. You singlehandedly made this. And you didn't have a meltdown while seeing-" He points at the black fabric with a green bandana. Your hands clasp together and fidget for a minute.

"Yes. Just a little. But I listened to you. I wanted to be brave. No matter how many times you tell me to shove a sour candy in my mouth, dunk my head in cold water and all the rest when I'm stressed... it takes a lot for me to notice that I'm actually stressing... You, on the other hand, can notice it a mile off. So when you remind me you're here, pinching me and waking me up... I dunno. You see, I wanted to expose myself to stress but make something good out of it... and maybe that way I'll get to get a little stronger while battling the heart. While being on my own." You blabber on. Your true intentions laid bare in front of him now. No harm done, no intention to hurt, I hope you see it.

Dimentio looks down at it again and swiftly curls the large blanket around himself. A jester burrito. And you cannot believe it. So early on, he's wrapping it around himself. You were prone to thinking it would be banished from his sight until he could cope. Apparently, he's gotten better with things being the way they were too. This is news. And good one, at that.

"Ah, there's more!" You nod at the bag again. Dimentio peers inside and pulls out a smaller granny square. It was his old uniform, but with small bells around it. He shook it delightfully, listening to their teeny individual chimes. Each one sounded different, but together they sounded far better.

Then, one more. Dimentio finally pulls out the last item... and his face. Oh his face. That smile. A genuine one. That curled from ear to ear and it wasn't threatening. Thank grambi. His old mask sat in his hands. It was all pulled together and stuck into one piece. However, the cracks were visible. It wasn't one of the seemless repairs like it was brand new, because what was the point of that? Oh no, this one's shattered pieces were bonded together with gold.

"Y'see the method here was to see the cracks and how much you've healed. I heard it was call-"

"Kintsugi. Yes, I'm familiar with it. And I can see why. I see its repair methods are similar to that of when you are using that soldering iron. These crafts aren't a far cry from what you stand for. Healing things by stitching them up and nurturing them, followed by fixing things and yet embracing their far from perfect past. I must say... these are exquisite. Thank you." Dimentio cooed, now rushing to fill in the blank space between you and him.

His warmth. That familiar feel of a job well done. It was never going to be easy, being away from him time after time when he went away to fix dimensions. So you thought it to be a good idea of getting stronger to fight the heart on your own. Though surprised, Dimentio actually started to look happy about it. And over the past few weeks you could visibly tell that he was, catching feelings for you. Nothing really backhanded was going on. And you could breathe without second guessing. You could breathe without the heart, because he was right there, helping it to sink deeper away from you. The cuddle was so tight that it felt like the chaos heart could get shit out, quite frankly. And the thought was tickling.

"By the way," Dimentio muffled into your chest, coming up for air to stare you dead in the eye.

"This is still not a decent substitute for your clothing. As much as it is deeply appreciated, leave a bundle of your clothes to me. If I should find an empty wardrobe at any time, I will kill you." He informs. Looks like laundry day, no matter how hard you try, was still going to be a fight...

#lizadale #dimigi #fanfic #dimentio #luigi #super paper mario

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jollythevixen · 2 days ago

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once upon a dream, three

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pairing: isaac lahey x fem!oc

summary: WINIFRED GRIMM has never had her first kiss, and at the age of sixteen, this seems to be a grave crime at Beacon Hills High School. When Lydia Martin finds out that Wini is indeed a prude, she is quick to replace her with the likes of Allison Argent. While Wini never had trouble making friends this betrayal pinches her fragile heart a little too harshly.

And in the end, Guinevere is alone…until Lancelot comes along.

Or...

IN WHICH a teenage witch dreams of a fairytale love story, only to fall for Beacon Hill’s newly turned werewolf

chapter warnings: angst, descriptions of death, descriptions of vomiting, but some fluff too! <3

word count: 8.3k

STRIKING BLUE EYES met her own, Isaac had frowned upon their strange entry. It must have been quite a sight to see the pair walking out of the woods. Even stranger must have been the leaves sticking out of her hair. Something like this might have embarrassed her if it wasn’t for the fact that she was so sleep deprived that she started to hallucinate. Her tired mind had convinced itself into seeing Derek Hale menacingly standing behind a tree. Ridiculous.

He was everywhere since the night she met him. She swore she saw him at school yesterday too. This whole ‘Derek-attacked-Lydia’ situation was definitely getting to her. Wini needed to be careful or she might stare down the barrel of a gun…or a set of fangs…canines? Whatever.

If it wasn’t for her appearance or at least that’s what she told herself, she might have smiled or waved at Isaac. He might have smiled back, smiled at her like he did yesterday in french class, with his teeth showing and his head tilting to the side. Her heart pinched…why was she thinking about that now? God, she was tired.

It was also apparently clear that Isaac was in no smiling mood. He was back to shrinking into himself, his shoulders hunched, his head hung low. Making himself seem smaller, which was impossible at his tall frame. But right in this moment he has somehow managed to shrink even further into his shell. It might have to do with him being questioned by police but Wini had a feeling it had something to do with the man next to him, starring him down. His father, was her guess anyway. She could see a younger version of him in the blurry photos of the swim team displayed in the glass cabinet in front of Beacon Hills High’s gym. He was the coach of the swim team at one point of time. And yeah, she could see some resemblance of Isaac in him. The light hair for one. But Isaac’s blue eyes…Wini could tell it was a trait he inherited from his mother.

The man wasn’t exactly tall, not like Isaac was, nonetheless, he was somehow able to look down on him. His stern expression was condescending in a way. Not only towards Isaac but Sheriff Stilinski as well. His annoyance was apparent. What the hell was going on?

Isaac’s sudden interest alerted the sheriff to their presence behind him. While they technically didn’t do anything wrong by being here, the look Sheriff Stilinski gave them would make anyone hide behind the nearest tombstone.

Harvey, however, put on his best smile and approached the sheriff with the innocence of a man that has never done anything wrong in his life. Blue face and red eyes. Perhaps if Wini wasn’t so lost in her rapidly changing thoughts she might have done something to prevent him from dragging her along. But she didn’t. So now she not only stood in front of the sheriff but also Isaac Lahey…and his dad.

“Sheriff Stilinski, good to see you,” Harvey uttered with confidence. “Hope we’re not interrupting.” Condescending. Harvey could do it too.

“What are you doing here?” Stilinski questioned, eyeing both of them suspiciously. By the look in his eyes, Wini could tell he noted her disheveled appearance. Her hair, her dirty clothes, the same clothes she had been wearing yesterday. She was definitely embarrassed now.

“Just on a morning walk,” Harvey uttered.

“Just on a morning walk? Through the woods?” Sheriff Stilinski was definitely in no joking mood. Reasonable of course. There was a teenage girl missing after all.

“It’s good for the leg,” Harvey lied through his teeth. This was probably the first time she had ever seen him hike through such an terrain.

“Any news on Lydia?” Wini’s voice cut through their mindless back and forth. Every second that Lydia was out there was a second too long. What was it? The first 24 hours were the most crucial? And now, she had been missing for an entire night. In February. Last night, Lydia had definitely been in some sort of confused state, running around the woods without a real destination in mind. Her hands clenched around the pink fabric, she didn’t have the heart to leave it behind, she has been holding on to it for a long time. The hold on Lydia, their friendship.

“No…but we have officers and volunteers searching the nearby woods,” Stilinski tried to reassure her. “I promise you, Lydia is our biggest priority right now. As I was asking Isaac over here…”

“I’m sorry, I…I didn’t see anything,” Isaac interrupted him. Wini sneaked a look at him, trying to determine if he was lying. She was quite surprised to find him already looking at her, like he was trying to convince her of his innocence instead of the actual sheriff questioning him.

It was sweet. That he cared. And she could tell that he was being honest. She gave him the best smile she could muster right now, the corner of his lip turned up faintly at the sight of it. “Trust me, if he saw a naked girl outside of a computer screen, he’d remember.” Oh…and the sweet moment was over. The comment took her completely off guard. The man chuckled, actually chuckled. It was all the more awkward because no one else thought it was funny. Isaac went back to staring at the ground, the small smile that crossed his face vanished.

So his father wasn’t just condescending, he was a prick.

In the corner of her eye she could tell Harvey wasn’t impressed either, his brows were slightly raised in disbelief.

“How’d you get that black eye, Isaac?” The sheriff asked. God. What was he implying? She glanced back at Isaac, trying to gauge out his reaction. He avoided her gaze completely now, gently pushing around the dirt at his feet.

“School,” a short answer that offered no explanation at all.

“School fight?” Mr. Lahey had that look in his eyes again. It lacked any emotion, cold and calculating. He stared intently at his son, a warning maybe.

“Nah, lacrosse.” Plausible, sure. Lacrosse didn’t seem like a brutal sport but Wini had been to enough games to know it was. Especially with someone like Jackson on the team. But was it the truth? No, Isaac was lying.

“Lacrosse? You play for Beacon Hills?” Where was the sheriff going with this?

“Yeah,” short and simple like all his answers. He had successfully diverted Stilinski’s attention away from himself. The tension between the Laheys was still there, thick and heavy in the air. It was uncomfortable to see Mr. Lahey interact with his son. There was something so fake about his demeanour, almost mocking.

The sheriff didn’t notice but Wini did. “He’s really good.” That’s why she said it, she wanted to see Isaac smile again…at her specifically. And a tiny selfish part of her wanted to see if his father was going to say anything, to prove her right. No, actually she wanted to be terrible wrong. But she couldn’t shake that horrible pinch in her stomach. “The tallest on the team,” she mentioned proudly. She hoped by alluding to their last conversation it would ease the guilt she felt and she was extremely happy with the fact that she did indeed manage to make another small smile appear on Isaac’s face.

Mr. Lahey’s eyes narrowed and she immediately understood Isaac’s need to cower into himself. The man’s gaze was making her feel uncomfortable to say the least. Wini shifted her weight, trying to shake the tension in her bones.

“My son plays for the team. Well, I mean, he’s on the team. He doesn’t typically play. Not yet, anyway,” the sheriff rambled. It was sweet that he was proud of his son regardless of his non existent lacrosse skills. It made her almost smile at the thought. Still, it was upsetting that the sheriff didn’t see what was going on right underneath his nose. “It’s…Something wrong, Isaac?” Her head snapped in his direction, quickly scanning over his person to detect the supposed threat.

“No. Oh, no, sorry,” Isaac stammered. “I was just remembering, I actually have a morning practice to get to.”

“It would be no trouble to drive you to school, Isaac.” She looked at her brother with wide eyes. That was awfully kind for Harvey to offer, so she couldn’t help but immediately be suspicious. Which was mean, sure. But it was Harvey. He didn’t do anything for anyone without plausible cause. What was he planning?

“That’s…ehm…very nice of you to offer but I’m here with my bike,” Isaac excused. His body shifted to the side, he eyed his father. Waiting for a reaction perhaps. The pain in her stomach intensified. Wini continued to watch the exchange silently, it was probably for the best to keep her big mouth shut for the time being.

“We can put it in the trunk,” Harvey persisted. She suddenly felt sick. Wini really wanted to leave this place. Her body shuddered when a gust of wind blew past them. Either Isaac needed to accept or she was going to throw up on Harvey’s polished shoes that were already covered in splashes of mud.

“No, that’s okay I-“

“Please, I insist,” Harvey interrupted him, leaving no place to argue. “Wini has to get to school anyway.” School. She almost blissfully forgot that she actually had to get to school. Tired, dirty, guilty and in pain. That’s all she felt at the moment.

“If it’s not a problem with you, sir?” So that’s what this was about. Harvey was proving a point or perhaps trying to mentain a facade. The tightening of his fingers around the wooden cane should have told her as much. This was about diverting suspicion off of themselves. That Harvey was just the harmless neighbour that offered his sister’s classmate a ride to school. Or maybe she completely misjudged the entire situation.

The dread hit her when her stomach started to cramp. Wini took a long breath.

Isaac’s father couldn’t refuse now, not in front of the sheriff. Instead, he smiled at his son, something that might have looked almost fatherly to Wini had it not been for the short few minutes that she has gotten to know this man. It was too tight, too tense.

“Of course, thank you,” the last part must have physically hurt him to say.

“Alright…just one last question,” the sheriff eyed the siblings intently. He raised his eyebrows, giving them an order without saying anything.

“Right…we’ll be waiting by the bike rack,” Harvey nodded at the sheriff respectfully.

The Grimms took their leave, her hands gripped her brother’s arm tightly. From the outside it might have looked like a loving sister helping her brother walk on the uneven ground. In actuality, Wini was moments away from vomiting on someone’s eternal resting place.

While her brother had squeezed her hand on his arm, she could tell by the empty look in his eyes that he wasn’t really there. She was ninety-nine procent sure that Harvey was listening in on the sheriff’s conversation.

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Her legs felt shaky, hot sweat rolled down from her neck to the base of her spine. After a quick spit in a bush she had felt slightly better. Slightly. Why was this happening to her? Why dirt? She tried to rack her brain for any kind of information on tracking rituals gone wrong. It proved itself as too difficult when another shudder hit her body.

Their walk was silent, not even her nagging curiosity could force her to speak to Isaac. He definitely made no effort to talk to her either, he solemnly pushed his old bike up the dirt path next to her. She felt the cold grip her, her arms tried to ward of the cold by moving them up and down, they felt numb. Wini pouted, she still had no coat.

No coat. Her favorite sweater was dirty. Lydia was still missing. She was throwing up dirt. Isaac was as awkward as she was. This sucked.

She felt pathetic.

This entire semester she has tried to somehow mend her friendship with Lydia. And Wini craved it terribly. Companionship. That’s why the silence felt so deafening. She wants to have a friend again. Could Isaac Lahey be her friend?

She huffed, mindlessly staring at Harvey’s back. He was walking in front of the pair, like a blood hound leading them to their destination. It was better that way. Last time she traversed these woods she ended up sleeping against a tree stump like a crazy person.

“You okay?” The boy speaks.

“Yeah, it’s just…the cold.” And the earthy taste in her mouth. He only nodded in response. “Are…you okay?”

His head snapped in her direction, “Yeah…yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You must have had a…eventful night?” It sounded more like a question than she wanted it to. Eventful night. He was questioned by police and Wini didn’t even know why.

“Not..ehm..yeah I guess. I mean I wouldn’t say eventful,” he stammered. It made her smile for some reason, he eyed her thoughtfully. “And how was your night?”

“My night?” Basically running through the woods and becoming an accessory to murder. Nothing major. “Normal…average even.” Great save.

“Right…so what’s up with the hair?” Her hair? She was quite surprised by his sudden bluntness.

“My hair? I just…slipped.” She anxiously brushed through her hair with her fingers. Did it look that bad?

“Down a hill?” He chuckled. It took her an embarrassingly long time to realise that Isaac was joking with her, not making fun of her. She spent so long being pushed around by Jackson and his friends she forgot what it felt like to not be the butt of the joke.

Her lips turned upwards, smiling brightly at him. “No, not down a hill,” she grinned. The warm feeling in her chest returned.

Even though she hasn’t known him for long, or at least yesterday was the first time they had talked, she could feel a real connection with Isaac. She thought about how their paths had never really crossed before, most likely because she spent her time being around Lydia and therefore also Jackson. And Jackson didn’t refrain from being a bully to his own girlfriend much less someone like Isaac.

She was guilty by association.

It upset her more than it should because Isaac was kind and sweet. At one point Lydia had been kind and sweet…and then she met him.

Wini glanced at Isaac, how the weight seemed to have physically lifted from his shoulders. She prefered this version of him. The carefree one.

The walk didn’t take long, a few minutes maybe and Harvey had actually managed to find the car. She was relieved to say the least, her legs felt tense and her shoes too tight. Her body hurt in all the wrong places.

Harvey opened the trunk of the red car, pushing some boxes to the side before gesturing towards Isaac to put his bike inside. After he safely stored it in the trunk, she decided to gently place Lydia’s dress right next to it.

When she saw her brother moving towards the passenger seat door, she almost stomped her foot on the ground like an upset toddler. Of course, Harvey wouldn’t get over his fear of driving now. Not when it mattered. His sister was only throwing up a little dirt.

She huffed but didn’t outwardly complain, she could only muster a small smile for Isaac. It wasn’t his fault her brother was an inconsiderate douche. Wini took a deep breath, hoping to get more fresh air into her lungs before she invetitably drove into a ditch. That would be great, Isaac would surely want to be her friend when she sends him to the hospital.

She eventually decided to step inside the car before Harvey started berating her in front of Isaac. Wini gave her brother a short glare while Isaac got situated in the backseat.

She tried her best to traverse through these dirt paths to get back on the main road. “You can drop me off at Alan’s,” her older brother uttered. She prefered this car ride to be silent but as always Harvey never did what she wanted.

“So…Isaac, lacrosse, huh?” Jesus.

“Yeah.” Short and simple like always. He left an interrogation to join another one. God dammit, Harvey.

“What’s that like?” This was exactly what she was afraid of. Her brother managing to make Isaac so uncomfortable he’ll run for the hills. Maybe Harvey did it on purpose. “Never really got into sports, being a cripple and all…Wini says you’re pretty good?” Sweet baby Jesus.

“Harvey-,“ she exclaimed breathlessly. She was quite literally at a loss for words. What the hell was wrong with him? She wanted to smack her head against the steering wheel.

“I try…ehm…my best?” Isaac said uncertainly. He managed to catch her eye in the rearview mirror, his surprise was written all over his face. She decided it was probably best to hit the gas before her brother scared him off for good.

Her brother hummed at his answer, already on to the next topic. “Are you doing well in school? I know the semester will be over in a few months.” Maybe Wini should stop the car, grab her brother by the shoulders and give him a good shake.

“I’m doing well in all my language classes.” He was really good at French. “But I guess chemistry isn’t really my strong suit,” Isaac admitted bashfully.

“Chemistry, huh? Winifred is great at chemistry, maybe she could give you a few pointers” Was he befriending Isaac for her? She eyed her brother suspiciously, Harvey only gave her a wicked grin in return.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Isaac smiled awkwardly.

After a short silence, which she hoped would last longer, Harvey continued. “You’re currently discussing ‘Romeo and Juliet’, right?”

She glanced at Isaac through the rearview mirror again, letting his reaction guide her own. He didn’t look uncomfortable per say, he was definitely not used to being asked so many questions. That’s why she decided to give him this small mercy and answer for him. “Yes, Harvey. We are.”

“I know Wini likes it,” he stared at her, mischief clear in his eyes. “How are you enjoying it, Isaac?”

“Fine…I’m sadly not much of an English geek.”

“Hm, ‘These violent delights have violent ends’,” Harvey hummed. Ever the teacher. “Very poetic.”

Wini was glad when she finally reached the small parking lot of ‘Beacon Hills Animal Clinic’ a few minutes later, she turned off the engine, waiting patiently for her brother to leave the car. She was nice enough to park close by the door.

“Winifred, would you be a dear and carry those boxes in the trunk to the door?” Harvey requested. She stared at him for a while, longer than she expected. “Please?” He added.

“Of course,” she exclaimed with fake enthusiasm. She took a quick peek at Isaac, taking in his appearance. He sat right behind Harvey, his hands nervously sat in his lap. Did she want to leave him here alone with her brother? No. Mostly because she knew Harvey would say something embarrassing. But the quicker he left, the less he could say.

She moved out of her seat, giving Harvey one last look. She let the door close behind her, moving to the back to open the boot of the car. Wini gently took hold of one of the boxes, feeling something heavy rattling inside. She made sure not to disturb Isaac’s bike too much, already cringing at all the dirt that found itself in the trunk. Now she knows what she’ll be doing after school. Great.

Once she pulled out the last box she stacked them on top of one another. She carefully stepped towards the heavy steel doors to not topple them over, whatever laid inside them was clearly something made of glass. Wini put them on the concrete ground looking behind her at the car. Her brother was definitely talking. Fantastic.

If she hadn’t been feeling so feverishly she might have considered listening in on their conversation with a quick flick of her wrist. And to be completely honest, she didn’t even want to know what embarrassing detail about her life he was sharing with Isaac.

She pushed open the right side of the double doors and latched it into place, ensuring her brother could go through with no trouble. Wini hoped he wasn’t saying something too out of pocket. But it was Harvey. So he definitely was. Ugh.

‘Hey Isaac, want to still be my friend after my brother told you about the time I completely face planted into an anthill? No? That’s what I thought.’

She hurried up to bring the two boxes inside the clinic, already debating if she should return to the car or make a run for it.

Eventually, she decided that if she didn’t put a stop to her brother’s rambling, Isaac would be the one making a run for it. Wini yanked open the car door, looking down at Harvey gaping at her as he was interrupted mid sentence.

His left eyebrow raised slightly at her intrusion, his head turned around to face the boy in the backseat. “Think about what I said?” Harvey waited patiently until Isaac gave him a short nod. She could only gawk at him. Was he serious?

She watched as he once again struggled to leave his seat. He even dared to smile at her as he limped his way around her. Could he not see the steam leaving her ears?

Satisfaction spread through her as she slammed the car door close and he jumped like a cat. “What did you say to him?” Wini smacked him across the chest.

“How are you feeling?” That prick.

“How do you think I am feeling? Lydia is still missing, I’m throwing up literal dirt and… and you! Offering Isaac a ride, letting me drive and I don’t need you whispering with him,” she hissed.

“Hey,” he gently touched her cheek. “If you think that today is too much, I can call the school and you can stay home.” That’s not what she wanted. She didn’t want to be alone in that house right now.

“No, I can do it,” she closed her eyes briefly.

The warm touch on her cheek left, she felt so small. Harvey didn’t turn back around.

Whatever. She needed to get to school…where she had no friends. Just deal.

Taking another big breath through her nose, tightly gripping her necklace between her fingers. The headache got worse. She hesitantly turned back around, seeing his brown hair peek through the dark car window.

Once she got back in the vehicle, he didn’t acknowledge her, not even the noise of the car door closing managed to snap him from whatever place he suddenly went to. What did Harvey say to him? His head hung low, his fingers were intertwined in his lap, his eyes somewhere far away from here.

“Isaac,” Wini softly said. That managed to get his attention and he traveled back to the present. “If you want, you can move to the front,” was what the coward in her said out loud.

He didn’t respond but did as she said anyways. He settled into the passenger seat and still refused to meet her eyes. Her heart pinched.

That was it.

What the hell did Harvey tell him?

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

It took another ten minutes until she turned into the school parking lot. The parking spaces closest to the entrance were already occupied, school mornings were always the worst. Apparently, if you had the threat of after school detention with Mr. Harris looming over your head getting hit by a car didn’t seem so bad.

Wini eventually found a decent spot in the middle of the lot, it was near the bike rack which was great for Isaac. Isaac. Who hasn’t said a thing since they left the animal clinic. At least the radio was able to fill some of the silence…but the awkwardness remained.

This isn’t how she wanted this to go. To go off and never talk to each other ever again. Only interacting when they exchange an awkward smile walking down the hall. Not at all what she wanted.

Just say something.

“Look…I’m sorry if my brother said something weird to you,” she started.

“No…no just a lot to…ehm…think about.” Okay? That sounded even worse. Wini stared at him from the corner of her eye, how he mindlessly clutched at his bag. He looked so vulnerable.

“Oh…okay.” She didn’t know what else to respond. Didn’t want to push the issue. Didn’t want to speak up and voice her dismay. But did that mean that everything was good betweeen them? Wini hoped so. Or should she ask?

“Thank you,” she turned in her seat to look at him. “For the ride,” he added.

“Yeah, of course,” she was sure her smile looked more like a grimace. “Don’t mention it.”

After a short pause he spoke up. “So…do you want to head in,” Isaac gestured in the direction of the doors.

Wini nodded, while she was glad to leave the small enclosed space the tension still hung heavy in the air. There were too many things left unsaid. Regardless, she was too much of a coward to speak up, and she left her seat to move to the trunk without another word. Carefully manoevering through the small gap left between the car next to hers.

Isaac was quick to grab his bike out of the boot, “Will you be at practice?”

“Already told you I would.” Even though she wasn’t feeling up to it, she couldn’t refuse now, not when he looked at her with such hope.

“Yeah…thought you might have changed your mind,” he scratched the back of his head.

“No, I’ll be there.”

“Good.” Oh? She couldn’t describe the warm feeling that suddenly filled her stomach. She was sure the shy smile wasn’t the only thing gracing her face. Her cheeks felt hot. She definitely liked Isaac’s charming side.

Wini watched him on their way to the bike rack as he scrummaged through his bag before producing a bike lock. She scanned over the area as she patiently waited for Isaac to lock it against the stand. Observing some of her peers hurry to their classes, Wini never got used to being at school this early, especially when the lacrosse team had practice.

Her back hurt. Sleeping against a tree was apparently not doing her any favours. Who could have guessed?

She stretched her arms to try and work out the kinks. Her mouth opened to let out a breathy yawn as well. She almost chocked on literal air when she met the narrowed eyes of Stiles. He must have been staring at her for quite some time, her heart dropped to her aching stomach.

Why was he being such a creep? Maybe Isaac wasn’t joking and she indeed looked like a feral cat.

And then she remembered…

Last night. Stiles was there. In the woods.

God, she really did not want to explain to him why she was running through the trees like a maniac. Stiles stood quite a distance away from her, right by the entrance. In front of him was unmistakably Scott, after all the wonder twins were rarely seen without the other. It was very obvious he was the son of the sheriff, him and his father shared the same accusatory look.

It’s not like he knew, right? Not about the whole ritual thing but the murder thing. He’s the son of the literal sheriff, if a body was found wouldn’t he be one of the first people to know? Shit.

They seemed to be bickering, something they often did, Wini noted. Scott held Stiles back, maybe stopping him from pouncing on her, which she greatly appreciated.

The sudden feeling of a hand tugging at her hair made her jump back, successfully breaking her intense eye contact with Stiles. She turned towards the troublemaker, staring at Isaac with wide eyes.

“Sorry,” he uttered. “Leaf,” holding up the small brown thing for her to see. She was already caressing the strand he had touched with horror. She really needed a hairbrush.

“Ehm…thanks.” She took a quick peek over her shoulder, horrified to see Stiles storming her way. So Scott couldn’t keep him at bay.

She had to think fast or she would suffer through her very own interrogation. In hindsight, it might have been rather rash to take Isaac by his arm and drag him along to the entrance.

“Wha-,“ he choked out. Stumbling over his long legs, trying to match her hasty pace.

“Come on, don’t want you to be late for practice,” Wini excused. It wasn’t perhaps her best plan but the only one she could come up with so quickly. Was it unfair to Isaac to basically be using him as a human shield? Maybe. Yes.Yes, it was.

Wini linked their arms, tightly snaking her fingers around his bicep. She didn’t dare look back in case Stiles thought to approach her again. She remembered how long he had been following Lydia around, she used to be an extension of her, unapproachable at all costs. Oh, how things change.

It definitely felt strange to enter the school without her bag, she hoped she left some of her books for today in her locker. Was she excited to be here with a raging headache, maybe five hours of sleep and without her best friend? No.

Isaac let Wini guide him without much complaint. It was nice, walking together. On top of that she was able to steal some of his body heat, she still had no damn coat. They walked for a while until she recognised the hallway that lead to her locker and stopped.

“Listen, I have some extra clothes in my locker,” she slightly turned her head upwards. Surprised to find him already looking at her. “You can…head to practice if you want.”

“No.” No? No to going to practice? “I’ll walk you.” Oh. No to heading off on his own. Her cheeks burned, his bluntness surprised her greatly. He did that often when they were alone it seems.

“Oh…okay,” her voice slightly faltered. She was not the only one flustered, red spread from Isaac’s neck to the top of his ears. His bluntness must have surprised him also.

“Watch it, dorks.” The short moment of fluttering hearts was over as none other than Jackson pushed through them, successfully tearing them apart. Wini could only watch with an open mouth. Unbelievable. There was no reason to do that other than being a jackass.

“Don’t be an ass,” Isaac remarked. Wini blinked in astonishment. In a flash, Isaac was pinned to the nearby lockers by Jackson. The sound of crashing metal reached her ears, the pain behind her eyes intensified tenfold. Her hand covered her mouth in shock. Oh. My. God.

“What did you say to me?” What an asshole. “Hm?” Jackson tightened his grip on Isaac’s jacket and pushed him further into the metal lockers. His face closed in on Isaac’s as if coming closer will make him catch whatever Isaac said to him earlier.

Jackson wasn’t only an asshole, he dressed like one too. Who wore a leather jacket and sunglasses indoors?

“Let him go, Jackson,” she hoped her voice sounded more determined and stronger than she actually felt.

“You’re going to let your girlfriend defend you?” Condescending asshole. Shecould see it then, the way Isaac completely shut down. Like he already prepared himself for what might come next. He didn’t deserve this and if Isaac wasn’t going to defend himself she would do exactly what Jackson said.

“Jackson,” she touched his shoulder and the command came easier to her than she thought. “Leave.”

Jackson blinked a few times, he shifted from one leg to the other. “Whatever,” he slurred. His grip left Isaac completely, letting him fall back against the lockers and she was glad to see it work. He stumbled away, leaving them without another word. Her mind felt foggy.

“You okay?” She breathed out. God, she felt nauseous. “Why don’t you head to practice now?”

“Oh,” Isaac muttered, he still looked so far away. “Yeah…yeah. I’ll see you there, right?” She could only slowly nod in return, already regretting the movement when her stomach cramped.

Wini started breathing through her mouth. “Good…great even,” he rambled. She was going to throw up. “I guess, I’ll see you there.” She needed to leave. “Oh…okay, bye.” Wini had already hurried off without saying anything.

She rushed to the nearest bathroom, opening the first stall she could reach, immediately falling to her knees and emptying her stomach. Her hands gripped the seat tightly. Once she was finished, she flushed the black sludge down the toilet, she stumbled out of the stall towards the sink. She was shaking. The acid burned the back of her throat.

She shakily held the sides of the sink to steady herself. Wini felt awful, she wanted to cry from the shear misery she was feeling. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes squeezing the top of her head.

Breath in. Breath out.

In a hasty motion she twisted the tap, splashing cold water on to her face. She stood there for a few minutes debating on calling Harvey. In and out.

A gust of wind against her sweaty skin made goosebumps appear alongside her arms.

Her ears perked up when she heard a noise, the electric current of a lightbulb. She pried open her stinging eyes, the lights of the bathroom were flickering. She gasped, pushing herself away from the sink.

And then…a whisper.

The quiet sound of a small voice in the silent room. It was so hushed that she could not make out any words. She turned slowly, expecting for someone to stand right behind her. But no one was there.

And then…another voice from a different corner of the room.

And then another and another and another.

There was nothing she could hold on to, they spoke over each other, chanting something unknown to her.

The lights flickered one last time before completely turning off.

Wini’s breath hitched, she turned in a circle waiting for something to jump out at her from the dark. For a second the whispers stopped and then they came back not a moment later. But louder. They were screaming, this time she could recognise that they were speaking an entirely different language.

The voices rose in volume.

She fell to her knees, clutching her ears tightly from the pain.

And then…nothing.

Nothing at all.

Everything stopped. The voices. The pain.

The light flicked back on. The young witch had no idea what just happened. But she felt…better.

Not slightly better. Better. Like nothing had been hurting in the first place.

What?

It was so silent. Her headache was gone and so was the nausea.

Okay…?

She still braced herself. This could not be the end, surely not?

But nothing came, no voice spoke up, no light flickered.

What the hell just happened?

No answer revealed itself.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The day had gone by quicker than expected. She had gone to practice, patiently sitting on the bleachers. She smiled and waved at Isaac, which seemed to have greatly surprised him as he almost tripped over his own leg.

Wini had fun watching the team play, with Lydia it had always felt like a chore, something she had to do to please her. But she had looked forward to this one, especially since Isaac had asked her to be here. She remembered the hope in his eyes as he invited her, warmth setteld inside her stomach.

Maybe Isaac and her could really be friends. The thought excited her immensely.

Afterwards, Wini stood in front of the boy’s locker room waiting for him, watching all the players leave and head to their next classes. Isaac smiled when his eyes found hers, clearly not expecting to see her.

“Hey.” His hair was wet and curled against his forehead, probably from the shower he must have taken after practice. A shower sounded heavenly to her right now. The unwilling thought of how handsome he looked sneaked into the forefront of her mind. She bit her lip at the intrusion.

“Hi,” she replied. She was leaning against the brick wall opposite to the door he just came out of, her books were tightly pressed against her chest.

“English, right?” She nodded, affirming his statement. “I’ll walk you.”

This was nice. She could get used to nice.

That’s how they found themselves spending their day together or as much as one can spend their day together in school. Either Isaac walked her to one of her classes or they sat next to each other.

Chemistry was her last class of the day, one she thankfully shared with Isaac. They choose a table close to the back. While she was happy to have a friend again she couldn’t help but think about the fact that the table at the front sat empty. The one she used to share with Lydia…before she got replaced by Allison anyway.

Wini sat on Isaac’s left, her eyes roamed the rest of the classroom. Behind them Jackson had settled into the seat next to Danny and…Stiles was staring at her again. Her eyes snapped back to the front, desperately hoping he wouldn’t try talking to her again.

Regardless of the new found interest Stiles had in her, this had been the best day she had since her dramatic breakup with Lydia. Isaac smiled at her again and her heart actually fluttered.

Then Mr. Harris entered the classroom and her mood soured. The stack of papers in his hands should have been her first clue.

“Alright, students push your tables to the wall. We’re taking a quiz.” Her classmates simultaneously groaned. Great, just what she needed. A test…she didn’t study for.

Mr. Harris started passing out the test papers. Actually looking at the questions made her nerves calm slightly. “Your time starts now.”

She wrote her name on the top of her quiz with the pen she had to borrow from Isaac earlier. Wini started with number one, solving the problem to the best of her abilities. She answered one question after the other, Wini would have gone through them faster had it not been for Stiles talking in a hushed whisper to Scott. Which was really not hushed at all as everybody in the room could hear it.

“This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career.” Mr. Harris has had some kind of personal vendetta against Stiles for years.

“Can you do that?” Idiot. The rest of the class laughed.

“Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I’ve ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently.” Jesus. “I’ll see you at three for detention,” he declared. “You too, Mr. McCall?” Mr. Harris has always found sick pleasure in tormenting his students. The pop quiz right after Winter Formal and one of his students literally going missing was evidence of that.

“No, sir.” Scott got back to his test.

Wini would have done the same and then she noticed the anxious twitching of Isaac’s leg. She subtly looked over at him, keenly observing him, the fact that most of his quiz was left empty. She remembered how he admitted that he was terrible at chemistry and she immediately felt bad for him.

She sneaked a peek at Mr. Harris, he was busy with staring daggers at Stiles. Her puls quickened, the side of her sneaker bumped against Isaac’s leg. His miserable stare met her own amused one. Another glance at her teacher told her to go ahead and subtly push her test paper slightly to the right.

He smiled at her gratefully and started writing down her answers. She continued to discreetly look at Mr. Harris. This was kind of exciting. Wini never broke the rules and by her breaking the rules she was helping Isaac. So really she was doing a good thing. Yeah.

Wini beamed at him, she took pride in making him smile. She went over her own paper one last time before Harris would eventually start collecting them in a few minutes.

Her concentration suddenly broke by the aprubt noise of Jackson, who rushed out of the classroom. Mr. Harris called after him but received no answer. Wini looked confused around the room.

What’s up with him?

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

“I could drive you home if you want?” She asked Isaac as they started collecting their stuff. The bell had finally rung and released them from the suffocating grasp of Mr. Harris.

Isaac looked at her with wide eyes, “No, no, I’m okay. Thank you.” Oh.

“Oh, are you sure?” She couldn’t decide what she was supposed to be feeling in the moment. Was Isaac just being nice? Not wanting to be a bother? Or did he not want to be in a small enclosed space with her again? Her head hurt. Or maybe it was her heart.

He gave her a curt nod, swung his bag over his shoulder and left. He just left. Yes, he gave her a small smile and a wave but he said nothing else. They had spend their entire day together and she can’t even get a ‘bye’. Had she completely misread the situation?

In her mind she had already referred to him as her friend.

She always did this. Got her hopes up, only to be disappointed in the end. She hoped for a long time that Lydia would eventually want to make up with her. She never did. Or had not yet. And here she was again, alone.

At least now she could go home and collapse on her bed. Maybe sleep till tomorrow to drown out her heartache. She’ll do a detour to her locker and then she can drive home. Maybe she’ll get some food on her way. Oh, ice cream. She should get ice cream.

The hand on her elbow made her yelp. She was dragged into a dark room, a classroom that was abandoned for the day. Her flight or fight kicked in.

And she choose fight.

She threw her arm back at her attacker, hoping to have caught them off guard and make a run for the door. She even used the chemistry book she had been carrying to hit the intruder repeatedly with it.

“Ow, calm down, Jesus that hurts.” Ugh, Stiles.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” She seethed. She eventually dropped her weapon of choice.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day. What was I supposed to do?”

“Literally anything else!”

She wasn’t going to hear him out but Stiles was not alone. It seems Tweedledee had joined Tweedledum on his mission of kidnapping innocent girls. Scott blocked her only way of escape…by standing right in front of the door.

“Look, I want answers! And that’s what I’m going to get!” Stiles exclaimed. It might have sounded scary coming from anyone else…but it was Stiles. “Answers,” he muttered. “Yeah, you’re going to answer my questions.”

She looked incredulously at Scott, he only gave her a tight lipped smile. Her eyebrows raised in disbelief, she was at a loss of words. “Is this guy serious?” Wini pointed at Stiles as she glanced at Scott. His shoulders raised in reply.

“What were you doing in the woods last night?” So this really was an interrogation.

“Looking for Lydia,” she answered truthfully. She wasn’t lying per say, that was what she originally came there to do.

“Yeah? Running around screaming? Did that help find her?” Stiles declared sarcastically.

“Well, maybe if I wasn’t tackled by a maniac I wouldn’t have been,” Wini suddenly felt defensive.

“What? You tackled her? Are you serious, dude?” Scott chimed in.

“I thought it was Lydia,” Stiles defended himself. “Thanks for having my back, dude.”

She looked at their interaction with mild interest. She really wanted to go home.

“So? What were you doing?” It took Wini a minute to realise Stiles was speaking to her again.

“Looking for Lydia,” she reiterated. Not the answer he was looking for apparently as he scoffed irritated.

“We already discussed that wasn’t what you were doing. So what happened?”

“Maybe you saw something you weren’t supposed to?” Scott enquired from the sidelines. His bloodshot eyes. Wini’s eyes immediately snapped towards his.

“Why? What were you doing last night?” That definitely caught his interest and he stepped forward.

“Looking for Lydia…,” Stiles muttered pathetically. Scott was staring intently at her, perhaps hoping it would make her spill all her secrets and that scary look in his eyes might just do exactly that. She didn’t dare to glance away first, didn’t dare to move in case any small movements might set him off.

Was he sniffing her?

This was insane.

Scott and Stiles shared a look, they must be telepathically communicating because Wini was so confused about this entire interaction.

“This was real fun, boys. But I really need to get home, my big brother is waiting for me…while he is cleaning his…gun…collection.” Totally plausible. “So…bye guys.” She moved towards the door.

The hand on her arm stopped her in her tracks, she gawked at Scott. “You’re not leaving,” he snarled. What? That was a total one-eighty. Scott went to unwilling participant to growling aggressor in the matter of seconds. He sounded so terrifying.

She winced in pain when his fingers started digging into the delicate skin of her arm. What the hell? Wini started at him wide eyed. She had definitely misjudged this entire situation. Were they going to hurt her?

“Scott, hey,” Stiles stepped in, grabbing his friend by the shoulder. He digged further into her skin. Her arm would surely bruise.

“You’re hurting me.” She cowered in his hold. That somehow got him to finally let go off her and she could only let out a sigh in relief. Wini recoiled from the two boys, taking a step back in case one of them decided to get at her again.

What the hell was wrong with them?

She needed to leave.

She made a dash for the door, scurring off before Scott decided he wasn’t finished with her. “Wini, wait!” Stiles called after her.

Yeah, no.

She’s not going to hear him out again, she’s going to leave. She continuously looked over her shoulder making sure Scott and Stiles had not followed her. The crowd of students leaving the building helped her blend in more till she got to the parking lot.

Wini made it to her car without any trouble, once she was locked inside it she felt safe enough to breath for a moment.

What was that?

She wanted to be home. So that’s where she went.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

When she turned into the familiar street of her neighbourhood she could finally release the heavy breath she had been holding since leaving school.

That was the most weirdest, the most strangest interaction she ever had with Scott and Stiles, with anyone really. While she could tell that Siles was genuinely worried about Lydia, she had absolutely no idea what Scott’s deal was. It was one thing to confront her about lying, because of course she was, she had to. And there was another to grab her like that, to hurt her.

She really didn’t know what she was supposed to do now. Should she report them? And what was she going to say? ‘They scared me because I didn’t want to talk about my brother murdering someone in the woods last night.’ Yeah, no.

This had been a long week and only two days have passed. God. She was going to sleep for centuries and not even a kiss from a prince could wake her. Well…unless he was handsome.

The sigh of relief she let out when she eventually parked in front of her house was otherworldly. She’d soon be reunited with the only love of her life, her bed. She missed her plush pillows terribly.

She was exhausted.

The door creaked open, entering the old house and leaving her keys by the entrance. She kicked off her shoes, stretching her aching toes. Wini took the stairs step by step, the old wood groaning under her weight. When she stood at the top of the staircase she stopped.

Something was wrong.

She couldn’t tell what it was. Just this nagging feeling at the back of her mind.

Her heart pounded in her ears. Her breathing became heavier.

The familiar feeling of dread hit her.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong inside her room.

Her hand gripped the doorknob of her bedroom, awaiting for…something.

Her door creaked open and on her bedroom floor laid…Lady.

She was not moving.

so turns out i'm just a liar. but the keyword was should so...here it is! over two weeks later! when you read this chapter and thought 'wow kind of long and boring' my exact thoughts! i kind of lost motivation halfway through bc nothing really exciting happens but was still able to write 8k words so whatever...hope you enjoyed <3

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