#House saw him off even if his friend didn't recognize him anymore. He saw the side-eyed looks

[thebeeshaveknees]

Idk if they touch on younger house canonically I'm only on season 5 but. Yeah obv House getting a full ride through med school or his parents paying for it but. That's a Lot of money Especially for a career his dad seems to openly dislike, and House never mentions having debt even though if he did he Would and he would Never pay that debt out of Spite Alone. So. Perhaps. Military Dad forced him to enlist (maybe threatening to keep House from seeing his mom? Something House couldn't steal/abandon/get around) and House did a few years of service and had the military pay for his education. No one would believe him if he said he was in the military (except Maybe Wilson 💅) and he never brings up his time in the military.

[reallyromealone]

Can you do a long fic where bakugou has a baby brother like maybe 2 years old?

Title: sibling bonding

Fandom:my hero Academia

Warnings: male reader, baby reader, fluff, big brother Bakugo, soft Bakugo

Notes: I can't promise a long fic as my fic lengths are based off of how much steam I have but ill write what I can

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Bakugo was happy to have the house mostly alone, his parents in Milan for two weeks he had off for a fashion show.

Why was he mostly alone?

Well they couldn't take his little brother, the two year old didn't do planes well and it was just easier to find a sitter or let him stay with someone for the time, usually their aunty. "Uh-oh" (name) said as he dropped his sippy cup carefully lifting it back up before wandering to his brother "ka!" He said happily as he climbed onto the couch "what squirt?" Katsuki said to the young tot who looked at his phone "what do?" He asked as Katsuki got notifications from discord "I'm texting a few friends, they're coming to visit later for a movie" he was always so soft with his brother, sure he was loud as the rest of his family but his baby brother took more after their dad so he always tried to be gentle.

"Oovee?" He asked curiously and Katsuki nodded "yeah a movie, we gotta get some snacks for you and me before it" he said to the boy who smiled "cake!" "No cake but we can get you a cake pop when we get our walk home drink" Katsuki knew how to compromise with the boy who clapped his hands excitedly.

Katsuki helped (name) put on his shoes before putting him on his shoulders, it was easier to do than hold his hands and (name) got to have fun.

The two went to the convenience store as (name) pointed to various snacks, Katsuki having to hinder the boy with the fact he wanted /everything/ the store had to offer but did compromise with some ice cream and little treats for after dinner and such.

"Cake!" (Name) was absolutely thrilled when Katsuki handed him a cake pop, the teen holding the snacks with one hand and had (name) on his hip as they walked home, (name) eating his treat contently, the boy taking a sip from their drink occasionally.

(Name) loved helping his brother, the tot getting to help put things together for the hang out "you get to watch a movie then it's bath time alright?" Katsuki said to his brother who did a little dance before running off to go play with his toys 'weird kid' Katsuki thought fondly as he finished prep.

"YOOOO BAKUBRO!" Kirishima said as he and a few other classmates entered the Bakugo house, Kaminari whistling at how nice it was inside "whose ready to paaaarty!" Mina said as her, ochaco and Momo came inside with snacks "let's watch some scary...shoopuff" mina halted when she saw the two year old in Katsukis arms, little (name) looking curious but recognized Kirishima from a few visits "little man!" Kirishima ran and grabbed the boy and lifted him "what's up!"

"Hiiii!"

"Whose the kid?" Kaminari asked as (name) spoke nonsense to Kirishima but it was probably his day if any context about "walk" and "cake pop" were to go off of "that's my brother" Katsuki said gruffly, a slight glare on his face as his friends looked at the babe curiously.

During the movie, the teens would notice Bakugo would be soft with the boy even when he scolded him "oi, leave that alone" "but you're smelly!" (Name) argued back, holding a book in his hands "put it down and park your ass and watch the movie or its night time" Bakugo said to his brother who huffed but complied "you're not my favorite brother anymore!"

"Ah? And who is?"

"Dad!"

The movie went on well, the group putting on a hero movie and before they knew it, it was (name)s bath time "bubububbub!" (Name) was pleased with the bubbles as he played with his toys, his older brother working around him to wash him "head back" the teen said gruffly as he put a visor on the boys forehead and rinced out the shampoo before repeating it with the conditioner "kaa! Ducky!" The boy squirted some water at his brother who rolled his eyes "wanna see something cool?" He asked his little brother who looked curious "ya!'

Katsuki put his hand in the water and activated his quirk, just enough to give a jacuzzi affect "whoa!" The boy said excitedly as Katsuki pulled his hand out "now, out ya go!"

"Nooo!"

"None of that! Come on, let's brush your fucking teeth and get you to bed brat"

(Name) cuddled into his brothers shoulder as he wore his fuzzy pajamas, the other teens waving him goodnight as Katsuki brought him to his bedroom and tucked him into bed "hah? What's this?" Katsuki held up a small handmade plush of him in his hero suit "Die'ite!" (Name) grabbed the plush and Katsuki felt a small smile creep on his face as his little brother hugged the toy "he a hero you like?"

"He's the bestest!"

[f1girliefics]

Twisted Anger

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: A silly argument and a friend's wedding can only end well.

You weren't even sure anymore what the argument was about.

Was it his busy schedule? Was it your jealousy because he was constantly surrounded by babes? Was it the fact that he never cleaned up in the kitchen after himself?

You weren't sure anymore.

But you were angry.

Even as you stood by your best friend at the altar. Even as you felt his gaze burning into the back of your head.

You needed to focus.

This wasn't your time. 

It was hers.

Her dress was perfect, and you made sure the groom wouldn't run off.

You busied yourself all morning with the wedding just so your thoughts wouldn't fill with Daniel.

It was difficult, because every quiet moment, your mind wandered.

Not only to the argument, but just him.

The years you two spent together, it felt silly to let all that go just because of some unwashed dishes.

But all he had to do was put them into the dishwasher.

Silly argument, which made you storm out of your apartment and made you pretend you didn't know him as he sat on the bench of the church while you stood in the front.

You recognized how silly it was.

But you also couldn't help it.

All things came crashing down on you. He was under a lot of pressure to prove himself with his new team, he didn't need your nagging.

It hasn't even been a day, yet you felt bad and angry still. You missed him when you turned and took a glance at his face, you just wanted to smack him. 

It was difficult. 

But you knew you loved him more than an argument.

You will talk with him, but for now, you focused on being there for your friend for her big day.

At least it kept you occupied.

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Perhaps your third shot wasn't the best idea. But you felt like you needed it.

Daniel was sitting beside you all night and you swore you could cut the tension with a butter knife.

You tried your best to ignore it, for your friend. 

But now you felt lightheaded, you needed fresh air. The music also didn't help, so, you excused yourself from the table.

You walked a bit further from the venue. You found a bench and sat down.

You took deep breaths and closed your eyes.

You felt the alcohol running through you.

As you opened your eyes you saw Daniel standing close to you.

"Are you okay?" he asked. 

"Yeah. No."

"You must be drunk, I saw how much you had."

"I'm about to be." 

"Before you do... can we talk? You avoided me all day."

"This is my best friend's wedding. She doesn't need my drama today."

Silence.

He didn't know what to say, and you started to really feel the alcohol, which made it extremely difficult to not say a thing.

"You know... I'm not even sure why we argued yesterday." you confessed as you looked at your high heels, your feet hurt, but your heart hurt more.

"You were right, I should help around the house more." he sat down next to you.

"Nah. You do all the... famous person shit. You are a 'high performance athlete' I should be able to handle a couple of unwashed plates. BUT we have a dishwasher for a reason. At least put them in there... please."

You saw him nod his head when you stood up.

You took two steps when you collapsed and let out a hiss.

You held your ankle.

"Oh shit, Babe are you okay?! Don't move it, let me see."

You watched him as he carefully looked at your ankle. You kept staring and now, you couldn't blame the alcohol.

You loved him.

You loved him so much.

As he slowly moved your shoe off your foot, he was so gentle. It made you smile.

"Does this hurt?" he asked but you didn't hear him. You were too busy looking at his gorgeous face.

When you didn't reply he looked at your face, and seeing that you were smiling he let out a huff.

"I was worried and you are not even hurt."

Yeah, you might have faked it for his reaction, but it was worth it.

"You look sexy when you are worried." you said as you moved and grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

You knew you couldn't promise that you wouldn't argue anymore, it was unrealistic.

But you knew you would always kiss and make up.

!DO NOT TRANSLATE, REPOST OR PLAGIRISE MY WORK!

[zweigsangel]

you and patrick were best friends. like childhood friends type of shit, y’know? inseparable. 'platonic soulmates,' that's what he used to call you. everyone thought you two would end up together, ever since you were kids.

exactly, you were.

because then you grew up, and when patrick met tashi duncan, everything changed. she became his whole world. tashi here, tashi there. he didn't have time for you anymore. it was like you had become a ghost, invisible.

patrick's eyes that once sparkled at your jokes were now fixated on tashi. it was all about her. and the worst part? he didn't even seem to notice you fading away, like you never existed at all.

one day, you finally had the courage to talk to him about it. you didn’t want to lose him; it was the last thing you wanted. you poured out your heart, telling him how much his absence hurt, how much you missed him. but instead of understanding, he snapped. “if that's what you think, then you can go fuck yourself. tashi's better than you anyway, too bad i didn't meet her sooner.”

those were the words that made you feel your heart break into pieces. your vision blurred as tears welled up in your eyes, making it impossible to see the regret that flickered across patrick's face. “i hate you.” you spat out, and you turned and walked away. he didn't try to stop you.

from that moment on, it was as if all those years of friendship had never existed. the memories—all erased. the only conversations you had were filled with bitterness. he would provoke you with snide remarks, and you would reply with insults.

you looked at him with hatred. even though, deep down, you didn't really hate him. how could you? when you looked at him, you remembered everything you had been through together. his nose wrinkling when he laughed at your jokes, the way he tickled you in the spots he knew made you suffer the most, the nights you spent in his backyard staring at the stars and talking, the way his eyes would light up when he saw you, and the way he always seemed to know exactly what to say to make you feel better. you missed him. desperately. and he would look back at you, and you could swear, every single time, that a slight, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips. but your mind told you it was just your imagination.

one day, you were walking home, and with your luck, it started to rain. “fuck,” you muttered to yourself, clearly not having an umbrella with you. you began to walk faster, even though your house wasn't very close.

a voice made you stop. “you’re so wet. is it f’me?” you took a deep breath. you would recognize that voice anywhere. you turned around slowly, finding patrick standing there, drenched, with his wet hair stuck to his forehead, just like his clothes were stuck to his body. but his stupid smirk was still there. you stayed silent, shaking your head. “what’s the matter? no witty comeback today?” he continued to tease you. “no, because I’m tired of you!” your voice was louder than necessary, but you didn’t care anymore. “if you prefer tashi, then stay with her and stop pissing me off. don’t talk to me.” patrick let out a soft laugh. “i don’t care about tashi.”

the rain poured down, soaking both of you as you stood there in the street, the world around you fading. you could feel the anger boiling inside you. how could he stand there, looking at you like that, after everything?

you laughed. a laugh of disbelief. “oh sure. first you choose her, and now you say you don’t care? are you serious?” you practically yelled at him, finger pointed accusingly. patrick ran a hand through his wet curls, looking down. then, his eyes, full of pain and regret, met yours again. “i didn’t mean it,” he said. “i was angry, and i said something stupid. forgive me.” “and why should i forgive you? huh?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“because i love you!” he shouted, throwing his arms wide. your words caught in your throat. you wanted to scream, to hit him, to tell him how much he had hurt you. but all you could do was stand there, shivering in the rain, that continued to pour down, soaking the both of you, but you barely noticed. you were too focused on the boy in front of you. you were stunned.

“and i’ve loved you ever since i’ve known you. i never stopped. i’ve been an idiot, because i was scared. i was scared of ruining everything, and in the end, i did. because i lost you. and it’s the thing i regret most in the world.”

your heart was pounding in your chest. your lips parted, as if you wanted to speak but couldn’t find the right words to say. and patrick was standing in front of you, pouring out his heart, his voice breaking. and then, his tears mixed with the rain. patrick was crying. ‘i never cry,’ he always said. although sometimes he did, very rarely. and you were the only one he showed that side to, the vulnerable one. “pat…” you managed to say in a barely audible voice.

“no, no, don’t ‘pat’ me. i’m a piece of shit because i never tried to fix things. and i hurt you, and i know you hate me, and you should because i hate myself too—” “just shut up,” you said softly, and your lips met his. the kiss was returned almost immediately, patrick’s arms wrapping around you, holding you tightly, your wet bodies sticking together. your hands rested on his wet cheeks.

in that moment, you found your soulmate again. but not platonically this time.

( @swetearss that’s for you baee!! hope you like it)

[ginnysgraffiti]

blood, violence, cannibalism, stalking.

&. LEE x yn.

"LEE, WE ALREADY TALKED ABOUT THIS!" you yelled at the top of your lungs, pissed off as blood dripped from his mouth and his hand shook from anger on the steering wheel.

"I KNOW, BUT I WAS HUNGRY! NO ONE WILL NOTICE, WHY ARE YOU WORRYING SO MUCH ALL OF A SUDDEN?!"

"HE HAD A FAMILY! HIS HOUSE IS OVER THERE, HIS FAMILY WILL SEE THE CAR SOON!"

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU I CLEANED IT!"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT-"

you couldn't stand him anymore.

you weren't an eater but his needs and urges were now everyday things for you, and you were sick of fearing that you'd end up behind bars every single time.

lee's bloody hand was still maneuvering the steering wheel when you opened the door and jumped out. you were in the middle of the countryside, but the streetlights still allowed you a view.

"hey- what are you-" he complained.

"leave, go away and leave me here, i'm tired of you!"

lee's eyes pierced your skin like cold needles, and for a moment you thought he was going to jump on you or run you over.

finally he left you there, and you heard the engine go wild as he drove away in the stolen pickup.

now there was only you and nature, if things were bad you would have asked for a ride to your house.

you walked under the dim light and the buzz of the street lamps, there were two or three houses lit up even though it was late in the evening. you didn't bother knocking, you wanted to stretch your legs for a bit.

you could still smell the acrid smell of lee's vehicle in your nostrils when you noticed that a still figure had been contemplating you for quite some time while your mind was elsewhere.

you approached carefully, but you stopped when you noticed some wrinkles illuminated by the street lamp.

you got a little closer, albeit at a safe distance, and recognized the strange man who had been chasing you around supermarkets or inhabited neighborhoods for weeks.

it was creepy, really, but you didn't tell lee.

you didn't want him to worry about something so small.

but maybe, just maybe, it was better if you did.

now you were the one staring at him, and you stared at his strange gray braid falling over his shoulders and his strange scout or fisherman uniform.

"long time no see, mademoiselle."

a smile moved his wrinkles, and you held back a retch.

"who are you...? why have you been following me?"

"haha, you're smart. it's that old sully just wanted to make friends. he feels so alone..."

why does he talk about himself as another person?

that guy needed to be taken to the mental hospital.

"i can give you a lift, you know. i saw that you and your lovebird argued, what a shame..."

"how long have you been stalking me?"

"no, don't treat old sully badly. i'm just protecting you, that's all."

now there were two options: run away...or run away.

you took a step back and felt the gravel slide against your sole, the old man raised a thick eyebrow and in an instant he was on you.

the view was foggy and the world spun around you like a top when your feet left the ground. the next moment he slammed the back of your head against the wall and the dull thud echoed in your head.

he had already restrained your wrists, and if you kicked or screamed it would be worse. he took his time to smell and imprint your scent into his nostrils, you closed your eyes until it hurt.

you understood.

you could already feel his sharp canines imprinting on the cool flesh of your neck and it made you sweat terribly.

a strong smell of mold and musk trapped you whole.

you tightened your fingers around the fabric of his uniform until you could see your hands shaking, but suddenly his teeth moved away and fell with him.

"DIE, BASTARD!!!"

lee was behind him with an iron pipe, the old man was reduced to a puddle of blood in front of your feet. you avoided touching it as if it was lava.

your boyfriend was still as dirty as before, shirtless and looking like a butcher, but now he was scratching his head with a strong itch and you held back a laugh.

"am i too late? did he hurt you?"

his eyes traveled over you frantically, as if to see if you were still in one piece.

"don't worry...i'm o-"

"i'm so fucking sorry about our argument...i should have listened and been more careful, sorry, i-..." his voice caught in his throat.

"shhh...i'm glad you're here."

your lips rested on his, you could feel the blood from his previous hunt running down your throat with a strong iron taste.

he didn't notice and pushed you against the wall, seeking your lips as his lifeline.

his fingers were quickly stroking your hair, now your shoulders and following your hips.

"i love you, i love you, i love you..."

the words slipped out of his mouth like his most precious mantra. you were so glad he had saved you...

luckily, his cannibal sixth sense never failed.

[thekatebridgerton]

So this is another episode of stories I want to read and I don't have the energy to write because it's 2am and I still can't sleep: real enemies to lovers past life au

And I mean I want a real enemies to lovers Bridgerton au where the Bridgertons straight up killed their love interest in the most Brutal way possible because they were that bad. Maybe its a past life in a fantasy world where the Bridgertons were dark overlords and their enemies were a powerful band heroes trying to defeat them who were killed by them to maintain power. But when the heroes died, the Bridgertons realized that there was nothing woth conquering anymore without an arch enemy and pretty much destroyed the world

But then the reincarnation happens and it's 1800 regency England and the spouses immediately recognize the people who killed them in a past life and go like ' nope, I don't like people who murdered me in my past life 'while the Bridgertons themselves don't know why they feel drawn to these people who keep fighting/avoiding them.

Kate knows Anthony murdered her in her past life, she remembers and he doesn't, in her past life she was a powerful mage who saw her friends die one by one trying to eradicate the Bridgertons and faced off with Anthony in a brutal final battle, in this life she's trying to protect Edwina from the vultures of the ton and he's trying to get close to Kate, for someone unknown reason. she's going to shoot him one of these days and struggles with the knowledge that in this life he's done nothing to deserve it. he's all she ever trained to destroy in her past life, in this one, he's just a foolish man, how can she let go of old grudges if he keeps frustrating her so much and trying to get on her good side

Sophie was a saint with healing powers in her past life, she's a maid in this one, big deal she can get trough this. Her plan is to reach spinster age, hunt down Phillip or Simon and start her own medicine practice. Except that the guy who killed her in her past life somehow found her first, he's offering to help her get a job as a maid in his house ( serving his other 7 muder happy siblings? No thank you) she's trying to avoid him, found work with Lady Danbury, and he thinks they're soulmates just because she nursed him that one time. Seriously if she wasn't honor bound as a healer in her past life she would have left him to die!! Why wont he get away from her.

Penelope was killed in the least violent way, past life Colin was almost gentle when he killed her, so she's always had a soft spot for him. She was willing to let the past life lie and be his friend until he said he'd never court Penelope Featherington!. As if she would want him to! That idiot!. In her past life she was a paladin who never married and had her life cut short by Colin..She's going to save up her LW money, buy herself a husband and move far away from her former executioner... Wait a minute! He should take responsibility for that, she didn't even have a first kiss in her past life because of him! He should give her one! She's determined not to die a virgin in this life and she's going to make it Colin's problem if he keeps sniffing around her business!

[lemoncrushh]

Fratboy Harry - Part 9

Summary: Harry Styles was a boy with a reputation, one that you couldn’t care less about. Yet one night at a frat party changed everything.

Warnings: Smut, drinking, angst, a very cocky Harry. 18+ ONLY!!

Part 9 Word Count: 2516

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After having basically a week from hell, Saturday had finally rolled around again. Despite having met with your professor, you didn't do as well on your English exam as you'd hoped. On Wednesday you'd had a job interview that had seemed way too short, and you doubted you'd be offered the position. And then on Thursday as you were headed toward your Ethics class, you passed a student body election going on. A guy you recognized from some of the frat parties was giving his speech, his supporters gathered around him on the lawn. That was when you spotted Harry, his arm thrown casually around the shoulders of a blonde girl. Jamie.

Your blood boiling, you began walking faster, nearly bumping into a short peppy girl who was trying to hand you a flyer.

"Please vote for Alex Webster!" she exclaimed, shoving the piece of paper in your face.

You scowled at her, practically ripping it from her hand before storming off.

"Jesus, what's wrong with you?" Jimmy asked when you dropped your backpack on your desk.

"Boys!" you yelled. "You're all so fucking pathetic."

"Hey!" he held his hands up, "Don't lump me in there, please. I'm doing my best."

Your face softened as you sat down. "Sorry, Jimmy. You just may be the exception."

He gave you a grin and patted your hand. "Whoever it is, he's an idiot if he doesn't see how great you are."

You smiled back. "Thanks."

"You going to the party this weekend? I heard it's supposed to be the biggest one this year."

You slumped in your seat and crossed your arms. "Seriously doubt it. I can't deal with fraternity boys and sorority girls anymore."

"I'll be there," Jimmy shrugged. "You can hang out with me. Get drunk and talk smack about everybody."

You threw your head back laughing. "Actually, that does sound pretty sweet."

"So you'll go?"

"I'll think about it."

So now it was Saturday and you were on your way to this stupid frat party with Mandy and a couple other friends. You'd told yourself that you didn't give a shit if you saw Harry or not. He was not your reason for going.

You weren't in the house two seconds before you spotted Jimmy.

"Hey, alright you came!" he greeted you with a hug.

As soon as he released you, your friends had already scattered in different directions. With a shrug, you followed Jimmy into the kitchen where he quickly reached for two cups.

"Nah," you shook your head. "Let's do shots."

"Really?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Yep."

With a wink, Jimmy grabbed the bottle of tequila and two shot glasses, pouring the gold liquid into each and handing you one. You quickly licked the side of your hand, shaking salt onto it.

"Bottoms up," you said before licking the salt and taking the shot.

The warm liquor warmed your throat instantly as you reached for a lime wedge to suck on.

"Another," you announced when you tossed the lime in the trash.

"You sure?" chuckled Jimmy.

"Let's get this party rolling!" you danced, making Jimmy laugh harder.

He poured you another shot, and this time you downed it without bothering with the salt or lime. You shook your head after swallowing, the sting making you cringe slightly. You slammed the shot glass down on the counter and blinked at Jimmy.

"Okay," you lifted a finger, "now this is a officially a party."

You stayed in the kitchen a while with Jimmy, chatting and watching other people come in and out. Mandy made an appearance, her arm looped through Keg Boy's while they shared some kind of spiked punch that somebody made. You were apprehensive to try it yourself, though it resembled the concoction that you'd been drinking the night you met Harry.

Harry.

Almost like he knew you were thinking about him, he just happened to show up at that moment. In fact, you heard his laughter before he even entered the kitchen. He wore a cocky smirk as he leaned against the counter, with none other than Jamie tagging along. It was like deja vu.

With a scowl on your face, you swiftly filled a red Solo cup with the punch and grabbed Jimmy's arm.

"C'mon, let's get out of here," you said.

"What the-"

Jimmy glared at you in question as you pulled him into the living room. When you reached the sofa, he stopped and released his arm from your grip.

"Is he why you didn't wanna come tonight?" he turned to you. "The reason you were so pissed off the other day?"

"Who?" you asked as though you had no idea what he was talking about.

He pursed and lips and narrowed his eyes. "Styles."

You chewed your bottom lip. "Maybe."

Jimmy sighed and shook his head. "Y/N."

"What?"

"I should have known. That guy's a prick."

"Tell me about it," you scoffed.

"I wanted to warn you that night when he was talking to you, but I didn't wanna start anything. Now I guess I should have. What did he do to you?"

"He..." you started. "You know what? It doesn't matter anymore. I came to have a good time, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Jimmy gave a lazy smile.

"C'mon then," you raised your cup.

Jimmy slowly raised his beer and you tapped them together.

"Cheers!" you exclaimed before taking several large gulps of your drink, realizing it was more spiked than you thought. And it tasted good.

"Give me the microphone!" you shouted, doing your best to try to stand up.

About an hour ago, somebody had turned on the karaoke machine. You, Jimmy, and several other people had gathered around the floor of the living room to watch people sing off key. If you weren't feeling the effects of the alcohol so much, you would have thought it cringe-worthy. But as it was, you found it completely hilarious. After your Grammy-winning performance of a Britney Spears cover, Jimmy had rolled his eyes at you and kissed your cheek, announcing he was taking a breather and going outside. You'd wanted to stay and listen until it was your turn again.

While a girl you knew from somewhere but you couldn't place was up singing some Mariah Carey, and not too badly you might add, a cute guy came and sat next to you. You'd already forgotten his name by the time the song was over, but you didn't care. He was flirting with you, and you liked it. Especially since you'd already had...how many drinks had you had? You'd lost count.

This time you sang an 80s power ballad, encouraging everybody to sway and sing along. Cute Guy was staring at you the entire time, not so much a smile on his face, but like he was drinking you in. It made you feel sexy.

Just as you were singing the last chorus, however, Harry walked into the room and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. You gave him a go to hell look as you returned the microphone to its stand. Then you smiled at Cute Guy before sitting down beside him again. You noticed then that your cup was empty, so you stood up to return to the kitchen to refill it. You stumbled a bit and Cute Guy helped you find your balance.

"You okay?" he asked.

"'m fine," you mumbled.

When you crossed the living room toward the kitchen, you passed Harry.

"Hi," you heard him say.

You glared at him incredulously. Then you rolled your eyes and kept walking, completely dismissing him. You entered the kitchen just as a group of people were cheering about shots. You beamed at them as you stepped closer.

"I want in!" you exclaimed.

"Hell yeah, baby!" one boy yelled, grabbing an extra shot glass.

He filled it with tequila and handed it to you. You got your salt ready and lifted your glass with everyone else. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw two other boys standing in the doorway. One was Cute Guy (damn, you wished you could remember his name), and the other was Harry. Deciding to have some fun, you seductively licked your lips before meeting the salt on your hand with your tongue. Then you threw back the shot and grabbed a piece of lime, bringing it to your mouth. You sucked on it gingerly and allowed your tongue to roll around it.

Cute Guy was grinning from ear to ear. Your little game had worked. Harry, however, didn't seem as pleased. He shook his head and crossed his arms again, looking down at the floor. As you threw away the lime, Cute Guy walked up to you.

"Can I have one of those?" he inquired.

"A shot? Sure."

Grabbing the same glass you'd used, you filled it for him. With his eyes on you, he grabbed your hand and licked it, shaking salt on it. You watched him as he licked it again, taking all the salt before tossing back the tequila shot. Your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you grinned at him.

Without warning, he pulled you to him, his hands on your hips. When his mouth covered yours, a tiny sound escaped your throat.

"C'mon," he whispered, grabbing your hand and guiding you out of the kitchen.

You didn't miss the look on Harry's face as you passed him in the doorway, though you couldn't quite make out its meaning.

You and Cute Guy were almost to the stairs when you heard your name called.

"Y/N! Wait!"

"What?" you whined as you swung around, not bothering to hide your disgust.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Harry asked.

"What do you care?" you slurred.

"You're drunk."

"Indeed I am," you nodded. "It's a party."

You turned back around, giving Cute Guy a wink, and you continued to follow him up the stairs. When you made it to the landing, though, your knees seemed to give out and you fell down laughing.

"Shit," you muttered. "I'm so drunk."

Cute Guy didn't seem affected by it. He reached down to pull you to your feet. You tried to assure him you could make it, but your giggles erupted, and you couldn't stand straight for very long.

"Y/N," you heard Harry call again, only this time he sounded closer. Your vision had blurred suddenly, making it hard to see past two feet. "Please don't do this."

"Fuck off, pal!" you heard another voice say. You thought it was Cute Guy.

"Yeah, leave me alone, Harry!" you managed to shout.

Or at least you thought you did. You weren't sure if your mouth and your brain were cooperating. You started to feel dizzy.

"C'mon, baby," Cute Guy said. "Let's go in here."

"I think I need to lie down," you mumbled.

"Yeah, you can lie down in here."

When you heard a door close, you blinked, your vision coming back to you for a bit. You realized you were in another room, and there was definitely a bed. Hurrying toward it, you collapsed on it, closing your eyes. You felt the bed shift as someone joined you. You felt like you were under water until you felt a pair of lips touch yours. You opened your mouth, almost like a reflex, and before you knew it, a body was pressed against yours, someone else's tongue inside your mouth.

He tasted like tequila and smelled like cologne. You still felt disoriented and very confused, but too tired to fight him. Besides, he wasn't a bad kisser. When you felt his hand reach between your legs, however, you tried to push him off.

"No," you whispered against his lips. "Too tired."

"It's okay," he remarked. "I'm not."

You half chuckled at his words, though you weren't quite sure why you found them funny. You really just wanted to sleep.

Suddenly, you heard a loud knock at the door and the doorknob jiggle. Cute Guy cursed and yelled something like "go away".

"Not a chance, mate!" a familiar voice boomed. "Open the fucking door, now!"

You weren't sure exactly what made Cute Guy decide to abide by Harry's wishes, but you felt him climb off of you. Your eyes mere slits and your vision still blurry, you saw three things happen almost simultaneously. Cute Guy unlocked the door, Jimmy and another guy you didn't know rushed in and pinned him against the wall, and Harry picked you up off the bed.

"What are you doing?" you whined. "I told you to leave me alone!"

"Not gonna happen," he argued.

"You okay to drive man?" Jimmy asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry replied.

"Harry!" you cried, pushing on his chest as he carried you out of the room.

Ignoring your protests, he continued down the stairs and out the front door. You felt the brisk air hit you, instantly cooling the heat on your face. Harry stopped at a car, cursing under his breath.

"I have to put you down for a second," he muttered.

Throwing daggers with your eyes, you allowed him to put you down, where you leaned against the car. Harry shoved his hand in his pocket and retrieved a key fob, pressing the button to unlock the car door. Then pulling you away from the car, he opened the door.

"Get in," he insisted.

"No," you argued.

"Get in!" he repeated.

"Fuck you, Harry!" you yelled. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Yes, you are."

When you didn't move, Harry picked you up like before, placing you in the passenger seat. You pouted, though your limbs felt like jelly. There was no way you could have resisted.

Slamming your door shut, Harry walked around to the driver's side and put the key in the ignition. You heard loud music as soon as he did, and you covered your ears and groaned. Harry turned down the volume and drove away.

The ride to his apartment was silent except for the low radio. He didn't say a word to you, and you were fine with that. You still felt dizzy and disoriented, though you were more aware of your surroundings than you were earlier.

You were able to get out of the car yourself when you arrived, but Harry still put his arm around you to help you walk to the front door. The apartment was dark except for a dim light coming from the bedroom. You heard Harry toss his keys on the table before setting you on the bed. You watched him through heavy eyelids as he removed your shoes.

"I'm drunk," you heard yourself declare.

Harry chuckled softly. "That you are."

"And you're still with Jamie," you added.

Glaring at you, Harry didn't say a word. Instead, he pulled the covers down and laid you back on the bed. You sighed when your head hit the pillow.

You didn't remember much after that except for the lamp being turned off and the bed shifting when Harry must have crawled in. All else was darkness.

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[teez-the-time]

dear may, i had to stop reading your san warrior fic a few times because my eyes are just filled with tears. 😭💕

excuse my wordings as i am not a writer but more so of a reader instead but your whole writing was done in such a wonderful way that i was left speechless and of course, in tears once again.

sannie written as such hopeless romantic and absolutely brave warrior is so accurately depicted that i truly believe he definitely can be one in his past life! 🙈

i guess as i am typing this, i just want to thank you so much for this brilliant piece of art that you decided to share with us here. 💖

hope this is just the first of many from you! 🥹

- ✨anon

MY. HEART. STOP.

No but, ever since I posted "Choi San, Wolf Warrior" I've received so many heartwarming messages and reviews that I literally had to sit down. You really have no idea how much a little support means to someone who never expected any kind of reaction from others. While I planned to continue posting my stories even if no one saw them, these kind of messages encourage me to keep exploring my potential.

I was SUPER nervous when I posted the story. For a moment, I even thought of deleting it and never having it see the light of day. I'm glad I didn't. I also contemplated making a second part, but ultimately decided to leave it as it is and not wear off the magic. Nevertheless, seeing that you like it so much...I present you a little story of Y/N and San before the big events of the story.

Lastly, dear anon: I obviously don't know you, but thank you for that beautiful message. Keep supporting ATINY authors with your sweet words, since many will appreciate them.

XOXO -May

Pairing: Warrior! San x Chief's daughter! Fem! Reader

Genre: fantasy, action, romance

Warnings: some cursing and metions of sex, but nothing explicit, Y/N and San are both whipped pt. 2.

Wc: 1.8k

Taglist: @darkdayelixer

You could barely see the ground in front of you as you walked through one of the furthest parts of the village in the middle of the night. It was way past the usual time you would have been home asleep, but one of your friends had come to you begging for your help. Apparently, San had come back with the other young men of the village from a successful hunt and was celebrating with some of your friends.

The problem?

Choi San, the fearless warrior, had lost to alcohol and now refused to stop drinking despite being pretty drunk. Seeing that no one was able to make him desist on his attempt to become a rum barrel, your friends resorted to an infallible plan: getting you to take him home.

That’s why you now found yourself walking on a dark path, alone, cursing his name to all the gods above.

May god curse that lightweight idiot, you thought to yourself.

You heard the laughter before you saw anyone. Partially hidden by a dense patch of trees and bushes, the young people of your village used the clearing as a meeting spot for this type of gathering. Consumed by your duties as the chief’s daughter, you had to excuse yourself from attending the party with your friends.

Well, I guess not anymore.

Your friends were scattered around the place. The majority stood in groups in different parts of a small clearing, others sat down on stools. A small group sat on the floor, listening to one of the boys play a guitar. At last, you saw San sitting with some mutual friends around a small wooden table. He couldn’t see you, as his back faced you (but you could recognize his blushed ears anywhere), and nobody seemed to have noticed your presence so far. You walked towards him, trying to be as silent as possible in case someone saw you. It’s not like you didn’t like this type of gathering, but it was pretty late and you had to get San back to his house and then go back to yours. You couldn’t stay for much.

As you approached the group, you could hear San talking, and from your friends’ expressions, he was talking nonsense.

“I am telling you,” he was insistent, but the slur of his words wasn’t very convincing, “no one can compare. Fucking impossible. I witness it with my two eyes every single day. The standards are so high it’s fucking ridiculous”.

You wondered what the hell he was talking about, but as you got closer, you caught your friend Wooyoung’s eyes. He showed you his mischievous smile before turning back to his drunk friend.

“Sanie, but what the hell are you talking about?” he asked San, who made an exasperated gesture.

“Are you dumb or deaf, Jung Wooyoung?” San sloppily motioned for his friends to listen carefully. “I’ll repeat it one more time ‘cause apparently y’all have been hit in the head enough times to become stupid. Y/N is the most perfect human being to ever exist”.

Your eyes widened, and the people that had noticed you started laughing. San didn’t like that. “What the fuck are you laughing at? Listen to me. Liiiisten. Wait, I got dizzy. Okay, I’m good again. So, listen to me”.

“Y/N is literally sooooo perfect sometimes it gets ridiculous. Like, she is so beautiful it doesn’t make sense. None at all. And it’s all the time. Not once in her life has she ever been ugly. No, wait. One time, when we were eleven, she slipped on sheep shit and got covered in it. She smelt horrible and cried like a baby. But now that I think about it, she looked so cute even though she was embarrassed. Goddammit!”

He covered his face, as he couldn’t bear the flutter of his heart. San dragged his hands through his cheeks and continued talking. “And that’s, like, just from the outside. From the inside, she is sooooo smart. Way too smart for her good actually. Hongjoong hyung, you are clever, but you look dumb compared to her. Sometimes, I feel like I’m too stupid to be with her.” He interrupted his speech with a gasp of horror. “Oh my god! What if she leaves me for someone more intelligent?”

His friend, Seonghwa, swatted his arm. “Yah, Sanie! Don’t even think about that!”

San downed the whole mug of beer he had been holding despite everyone’s protests. “But I’m right! She’s so much fucking better than me. She’s beautiful, smart, kind, responsible, and everyone loves her! Hell, I think my parents like her more than me. I mean, I don’t know, but I don’t blame them. Oh, and there’s nothing she can’t do. I’m not joking. She knows medicine, she helps her dad, and she even cooks. Her kimchi, hyung!”. He let out a hiccup and a sniff. “Wait, what was I talking about? Oh right, Y/N. Yes! She’s even good at sex-”

That was your cue to stop his drunk rambles. “Woah, woah. Time for me to stop this party for you, sir.”

San didn’t pay you attention and kept rambling. “Oh no, I promised her that I wouldn’t talk about her like that. Forget the last part. I didn’t say shit about sex. It’s just…it’s just…I haven’t seen her since we left and I miss her sooooo much”. He stopped, his eyes widening. “Gods, I think I even heard her voice just now”.

If your friends weren’t laughing at San’s drunken antics before, they certainly were now. You put your hand on his shoulder. “Sanie, I’m here. It’s time to go home”.

San looked at you as if he had seen a ghost. “Oh my gods! I’m starting to hallucinate”.

In any other circumstance, you would’ve been rolling on the floor with laughter, but you were getting more and more frustrated with him. “San. You are drunk. Time to come home”.

“No!” he refused, holding the empty mug to his chest and pouting, “I won’t follow a fake Y/N. Get out, you impostor!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. “Sanie, I’m not a fake. It’s me Y/N. I came here to take you home”.

San narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Hmm, I still don’t believe you. Tell me something only the real Y/N would know!”

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the first time he had pulled something similar. You sighed and answered his demand. “Your name is San and your family name is Choi”.

With that simple answer, his entire face lit up. He grinned from ear to ear and grabbed your hand. “You are my Y/N! Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

You had to fight the urge to knock his teeth out, as it would be too bothersome to explain to his parents how his son lost them. “Yes, I am Y/N. Come with me”.

You didn’t have to repeat yourself. Without letting go of your hand, he grabbed the few things he had brought with him and stood up from his seat. His smile was unwavering. “Let’s go home, darling. It’s way too late for you to be out!”

Drunk San was more ridiculous than normal San, so you made no effort to point his logic out. You just slung his arm over your shoulders to help him walk and said goodbye to your friends (who weren’t also totally hammered and didn’t make some colourful suggestions about home activities).

Even if you were annoyed by how drunk San was, you had to admit he was pretty funny when he was in this state. It wasn’t usual for him to drink this much, or at all, which was something you would have to inquire later. But, for now, you enjoyed the nonsense he was humming and muttering. The warmth of his body comforted you in the middle of the night chill.

“My love,” he called out to you. Lately, he seemed more comfortable calling you that in more public settings. “My love, Y/N. I have to admit something”.

“What is it, Sanie?” you inquired.

“I am drunk,” he said dead-seriously, “like super drunk. I don’t know why I drank so much. I am sorry”.

You held back a laugh, hearing how upset he sounded by the end of the sentence. “It’s okay, Sanie. You don’t have to apologise. I’m not mad.”

“Are you sure?” he asked and you repeated your answer. “You’re literally the best ever. I was gonna say best friend, but you aren’t my best friend anymore”.

“Oh?” you played along, knowing there was something he wanted to say, “then who is your best friend now? Wooyoungie? Yeosangie?”

San shook his head energetically. “Nop. They can’t compare to you. You are my best friend, but, like, you aren’t my friend. I don’t like any words for you. You…you are…my love. My Y/N”.

In the middle of that night, on the road you both took together to go home, you choked at San’s confession. You were always impressed at how he wore his heart on his sleeve, never afraid of judgment or rejection. You, on the other hand, were more reluctant to let others in, your guard having been broken by only a few; one of which you carried on your shoulders at this very moment. 

“Me too…” you said barely above a whisper, “I can’t find a word for you, my love…”

For a few moments, neither of you said a word, letting the silence speak for yourselves. You could feel he was regaining sobriety, although a throbbing headache would be waiting for him in the morning. His house stood at the end of the road, and yours wasn't too far away. It was time to say your goodbyes for the night, but you were already planning on stopping by again to leave him some medicine.

"Y'know, we're already twenty," San stated the obvious once again, "we only have to wait two more years".

You didn't dare to say anything. You both arrived at his door, and San removed his arm from your shoulders, but he didn't let go of you. Instead, he placed a hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer to him. His other hand found nest on your cheek. From that distance, you could see speckles of moonlight in his eyes, who looked at you with intensity.

"Gods, I can't wait for those two years," he whispered before capturing your lips with his. You reciprocated the kiss, tangling your hands on the hair of his nape. It tasted like alcohol but, somehow, San made it sweeter.

It was perfect, just like him.

You broke away for air, but it wasn't enough for San. He pecked your lips twice more before removing himself from you. You helped him open the door to his home, as he still struggled with basic coordination. He turned around to look at you for one last time, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you~," he grinned and waved at you excitedly as he closed the door slowly. San's figure disappeared from your sight, but you heard a couple of stumbles and curses from the inside.

You smiled to yourself.

I can't wait either.

[ginnyluvstimmy]

sixth sense (lee x f.reader)

( where you and lee have an argument )

"LEE, WE ALREADY TALKED ABOUT THIS!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, pissed off as blood dripped from his mouth and his hand shook from anger on the steering wheel.

"I KNOW, BUT I WAS HUNGRY! NO ONE WILL NOTICE, WHY ARE YOU WORRYING SO MUCH ALL OF A SUDDEN?!"

"HE HAD A FAMILY! HIS HOUSE IS OVER THERE, HIS FAMILY WILL SEE THE CAR SOON!"

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU I CLEANED IT!"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT-"

You couldn't stand him anymore.

You weren't an eater but his needs and urges were now everyday things for you, and you were sick of fearing that you'd end up behind bars every single time.

Lee's bloody hand was still maneuvering the steering wheel when you opened the door and jumped out. You were in the middle of the countryside, but the streetlights still allowed you a view.

"Hey- What are you-" He complained.

"Leave, go away and leave me here, I'm tired of you!"

Lee's eyes pierced your skin like cold needles, and for a moment you thought he was going to jump on you or run you over.

Finally he left you there, and you heard the engine go wild as he drove away in the stolen pickup.

Now there was only you and nature, if things were bad you would have asked for a ride to your house.

You walked under the dim light and the buzz of the street lamps, there were two or three houses lit up even though it was late in the evening. You didn't bother knocking, you wanted to stretch your legs for a bit.

You could still smell the acrid smell of Lee's vehicle in your nostrils when you noticed that a still figure had been contemplating you for quite some time while your mind was elsewhere.

You approached carefully, but you stopped when you noticed some wrinkles illuminated by the street lamp.

You got a little closer, albeit at a safe distance, and recognized the strange man who had been chasing you around supermarkets or inhabited neighborhoods for weeks.

It was creepy, really, but you didn't tell Lee.

You didn't want him to worry about something so small.

But maybe, just maybe, it was better if you did.

Now you were the one staring at him, and you stared at his strange gray braid falling over his shoulders and his strange scout or fisherman uniform.

"Long time no see, mademoiselle"

A smile moved his wrinkles, and you held back a retch.

"Who are you...? Why have you been following me?"

"Haha, you're smart. It's, old Sully just wanted to make friends. He feels so alone..."

Why does he talk about himself as another person?

That guy needed to be taken to the mental hospital.

"I can give you a lift, you know. I saw that you and your lovebird argued, what a shame..."

"How long have you been stalking me?"

"No, don't treat old Sully badly. I'm just protecting you, that's all."

Now there were two options: run away...or run away.

You took a step back and felt the gravel slide against your sole, the old man raised a thick eyebrow and in an instant he was on you.

The view was foggy and the world spun around you like a top when your feet left the ground. The next moment he slammed the back of your head against the wall and the dull thud echoed in your head.

He had already restrained your wrists, and if you kicked or screamed it would be worse. He took his time to smell and imprint your scent into his nostrils, you closed your eyes until it hurt.

You understood.

You could already feel his sharp canines imprinting on the cool flesh of your neck and it made you sweat terribly.

You tightened your fingers around the fabric of his uniform until you could see your hands shaking, but suddenly his teeth moved away and fell with him.

"DIE, BASTARD!!!"

Lee was behind him with an iron pipe, the old man was reduced to a puddle of blood in front of your feet. You avoided touching it as if it was lava.

Your boyfriend was still as dirty as before, shirtless and looking like a butcher, but now he was scratching his head with a strong itch and you held back a laugh.

"Am I too late? Did he hurt you?"

His eyes traveled over you frantically, as if to see if you were still in one piece.

"Don't worry...I'm o-"

"I'm so fucking sorry about our argument...I should have listened and been more careful, sorry, I-..." His voice caught in his throat.

"Shhh...I'm glad you're here"

Your lips rested on his, you could feel the blood from his previous hunt running down your throat with a strong iron taste.

He didn't notice and pushed you against the wall, seeking your lips as his lifeline.

His fingers were quickly stroking your hair, now your shoulders and following your hips.

"I love you, I love you, I love you..."

The words slipped out of his mouth like his most precious mantra.

Luckily his cannibal sixth sense never failed.

[haechansdoll]

meant to break? - ldh x y/n

Pairing : Lee Dongyuck x Reader

Description : Even if you barely know him any longer, he remains your first love.

Warnings : ex lovers, reader being called kitten, dom!haechan, eating out, fingering (f!recieving), playing with nipples, holding cum, dominating, edging, rough sex, haechan's a dick, cumming inside the reader.

A week of deadlines drained you to the point that you didn’t mind going to a get-together you got invited to, well the invitation is for all post-graduate students anyways. You don’t usually go to parties or any gatherings anymore since you started grad school but its fucking exhausting with all the meetings and papers to submit plus having to mark undergrad’s papers.

And instead of relaxing by letting go of all the things that have been wearing you down lately, you’re currently thinking of someone that has been bothering your mind these past few months.

Haechan.

You’re not sure if he’ll be there despite the fact that the gathering's for every department since he hated going to those during your earlier college days. Parties like this may look the same as the undergrad ones but the main difference is that this seems more cozy because everyone knows each other already rather than random strangers you meet on the latter.

You hate that you still think of him even in times when you're supposed to chill. Walking into the house that you don’t even know who the owner is, you spotted some of his friends which made you nervous because he’ll appear for sure any seconds later.

Haechan knows you're here. Hell the only reason he came to this gathering is because he knows that you'll finally come. Not that he's waiting, okay, yeah he is, so? Maybe he'll get a chance to finally talk to you.

You've encountered familiar people and chatted with them for a bit, catching up on some of them who you barely see on campus anymore. Haechan on the other hand is trying to hide from you, afraid that you'll leave when you see him here.

After some time, you walked into the kitchen looking for any booze, the need to get drunk taking over your mind. You paused, wait, you wanna get drunk but at the same time you don't wanna get drunk? What if you ran into Haechan and do stupid shits because of it. You know how you get when you're drunk but you can also use that as an excuse so..

With you getting lost in your own world weighing the pros and cons, you didn't realize someone approaching you, entering from the hallway.

Haechan thinks how cute you still are thinking deeply, eyebrows furrowed in concentration while staring down at the kitchen counter, this is one of the habits he most couldn't forget about you.

Silently, he enters the kitchen which is quieter than the living room he just left with, the rest of his friends and colleagues starting another drinking game that he has no interest in joining. You still didn't notice him so he'll make it not obvious that he already saw you earlier.

"Y/N?"

Fuck, you’ll always recognize that deep voice anywhere.

No way, no fucking way. It can't be him. He can't be here alone with you.

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and turned around only to see someone who you've never thought you'll see this close again. And why is he this close to you wth.

“Lee Haechan” you responded flatly. That was too much of an effort for you to say after what happened between the two of you, more like what he did.

You and Haechan were not really lovers. Sure you have feelings for each other but you weren't official. It's not friends with benefits either because you weren't friends in the first place.

It's what they call MU, or mutual understanding.

You immediately hit it off each other when you locked eyes during lectures. You remember him being dismissive every time like nothing happened and you figured he was just shy so you made the first move.

Gradually, he warmed up along the way. With you showering him with affections non-stop and immediately laying out your intentions.You both do couple-y things more than what actual couples do, even saying "i love you" to each other so people around you actually assumed that you were together.

But then again, you weren't together so technically you both weren't obligated to fully commit and you were pretty stubborn to believe that it could work because you’re both grown-ups anyways but Haechan was on a different page as you.

"I didn't know you go here too" he smiled amusingly, scooting closer to you. With you getting flashbacks of what went wrong you didn’t stop him or moved away so he took it as a sign to continue.

Liar.

“Nice excuse Lee, but didn't know I had to inform you" you retorted, avoiding his eyes.

No way you're letting him see right through you, and you don’t know why you’re not even moving away from him.

"Cut the crap Y/N you've been avoiding me" he chucked humorlessly, gummies peeking out, ones that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

True. You've been dodging him ever since you found out he goes here too, if it weren't for your current situation you would've attended a different grad school for your masters but here we are.

"You know why, don't you" you stated coldly, still refusing to look at him. why are you talking to him in the first place?

This is why you’ve been avoiding him, you can’t really stay away from him when he’s near. There's always been a pull between you both, like magnets to each other. That’s what your friends always tell you when they see you and Haechan together. Maybe that’s the reason why somehow he always finds you somehow

You finally shifted your eyes on him, to his side profile noticing how he didn’t change much, just seems more mature.

"You're staring" he smirked as he turned to you.

"As if" you scoffed, now trying to distance yourself because you felt your heartbeat increasing already. He's literally cornering you so you can't even go anywhere.

"You haven't changed a bit" Haechan mused, eyes full of wonder while looking at you intently.

He's actually relieved that you're talking to him, he expected that you would just pretend like you didn't know him like you always do every time you see each other or when you were with colleagues.

"Oh I did" you snickered sarcastically, still avoiding his gaze. You’re not gonna look at his cat eyes that you always find cute. don’t get distracted, don’t get distracted, don’t get–

Haechan went closer to you, eyes hooded now. And that instantly changed to the mood you’re trying to avoid. He must've been drinking, he's usually not this forward unless he had a sip already or maybe he just changed.

"Hmm, wanna show me?" he winked, hands reaching out and started twirling your hair with his fingers and you gaped, frozen at your stance.

Screw him. But those fingers though, those damn veiny-

You gasped a little when he pushed your hair back on one side and felt his fingers tracing on your shoulders. Haechan's just playing around though, since the only way for you to respond to him is to irk you.

"Fuck off Haechan" you seethed and jerked his hand off of you. How dare? How dare he?

Haechan's clearly not in his right mind. He’s aware that you're still mad at him but what can he do? He's not gonna get any opportunity to fully reach out, not unless he starts now.

He didn't respond, still staring at you intently like he wanted to say more and then his other hand came up and did the same thing on your other shoulder. This time, you didn't shrug him off.

You know he's never been good with expressing through his words directly so you let him through his touches.

Truthfully, you miss him so you’ll listen, just for tonight.

.

His fingers descended from your shoulders to your arms, slightly touching the sides of your breasts and you started squirming. Why the hell did you wear a thin ass bralette tonight fuck.

Haechan waited for you to stop his hands, scream at him and pushed him away but you didn't. If not, you're starting to quiver and he can feel your soft breaths quickening.

You should stop him, you should but now you don't want to. Despite everything, you miss his touches and your resolve is already breaking as you're getting aroused with how he’s touching you. His fingers then continued tracing the outline of your breasts, fingers teasing while observing your reactions.

The moment the side of his forefinger grazed on your nipples, you gasped a little louder than you intended to, and that made Haechan smirked.

"Stop me" he whispered lowly, eyes going darker than before while eyeing your clothed tits, his tongue running over his lips. Fuck, your nipples are already this hard and he barely even started. He started pinching them, rolling the buds between the pads of his fingers while slowly kneading both of your breasts.

You couldn't answer and just sighed while closing your eyes as all you can think about is how good his hands feel. You're really this touch deprived, damn your workload for causing you to be too busy to get laid or even touch yourself.

You let out a small chuckle at that and Haechan noticed, eyes narrowing at you. Opening your eyes, they went down to his veiny fingers currently fondling your tits through your thin shirt. Dammit, he looks so hot focusing on them, his brows furrowing and he's now biting his lips.

"H-Haechan.." you moaned when he got bolder and started pinching your nipples roughly.

Thoughts of you ignoring him all this time resurfaced into Haechan's mind so he couldn't help how his touches suddenly became harsh.

"You miss me don't you?" he chuckled in a mocking manner and you just nodded lightly, hoping he'll do more which he didn’t notice.

Your lack of answer just added to Haechan's growing frustration, why tf won't you just admit it?. His demeanor changed and his hands went down to the hem of your shirt, trying to lift it up. But you've stopped his eager hands before he can expose your chest.

"We-we're in the kitchen" you stuttered, breathing heavily. He’s very close to you now that can feel how hard he is already, pressing into you shamelessly. His hands came up to your waist, trying to keep you steady when you couldn’t stop rubbing your knees together.

“I don’t care, everyone’s drunk anyways” he countered nonchalantly. You’re not sure if he’s actually drunk but you know Haechan, you know he would actually fuck you here so before he can proceed you immediately dragged him out of the kitchen towards the quieter part of the house.

You both are still walking in a rush through the hallways when he hastily yanks you back to him, instantly pressing you to the wall behind you. A sly smirk appeared on his handsome face and you whined. His face went closer, staring at your eyes deeply and you closed them, waiting for him to kiss you.

But he didn’t and instead his lips touched the side of your jaw for a bit, you can feel his breath tracing down to your neck while his hands went under your skirt, touch lingering on your skin nearing your ass. Your hands landed on his firmed chest, feeling him through his shirt but it’s not enough. You noticed that his body became buffer too, holyshit.

“There’s a nearest door-” a slap on your ass made you yelped, and you stared back at Haechan in daze when his hands started kneading them after. You open your legs for a silent invitation, simpering cause he’s finally going to give you what you want.

"Shit.." you hissed when Haechan harshly tugged your underwear and your eyes widened in alarm at the thought of him ripping it because it’s a bit expensive.

"No" you whimpered and he sighed impatiently, dragging your panties down through your legs instead. Knowing what he's planning, you helped him by adjusting your skirt higher to your upper waist.

"Fuck, you wore my favorite" he said softly, voice throaty. The way he’s eyeing your lacy, dark red underwear in his hands made you flush. Looking up to your face, you saw how his eyes are changing from the slight longing to sudden anger along with the lust that's already on them.

"Haechan" you whispered desperately. You're already so wet and he looked so sexy kneeling in front of you but you're wondering why he's suddenly annoyed.

“You were planning to get laid tonight weren’t you?” he hissed.

“N-No” you meekly responded. Well you didn’t really plan on getting any tonight, you just decided to wear them just in case.

“Don’t lie to me Kitten” you stiffened, eyes going wide while your heart’s thrumming with confusion. He’s calling you Kitten again, like he used to. He’s drunk, he’s still drunk for sure.

And before you could even respond, he suddenly planted his lips on your inner thigh. Haechan misses you, misses eating you out, misses how you crumble under his tongue.

Tracing his lips on your skin made you shiver as you felt them nearing your core. Haechan reached the apex of your pussy and you eagerly pushed your hips forward, much to his pleasure.

“Behave” he snickered, leaning in and slowly running his tongue on your slit. You moaned at the feeling, hands instantly grabbing his hair which he slapped away. You looked down at him only to find his eyes already fixing at you.

Never breaking eye contact, he slowly moves his tongue on your pussy like he's making out with it. You couldn't look away, there's something about Haechan staring at you intensely while eating you out that makes you wanna stay put. It’s also because you’re afraid he will stop if you look away.

His hands are back on your legs, prying them open when you tried closing them after his tongue started flicking your clit harshly. You’re dripping so much as you can see your juices smearing on his lips already, some of them running down on his neck.

"..so..good..fuck.." you moaned in small breaths, closing your eyes and slowly grinding your hips on his tongue. Trying to balance yourself against the wall while your knees are getting weak is somehow turning you even more.

Haechan's beaming as of the moment. His eyes roamed your beautiful face while your eyes were closed. He's glad that you’re letting him pleasure you like this. Fuck ,he's getting harder every time he feels your pussy clenching on his mouth.

"Pretty pussy" he murmured and you opened your eyes when you felt his fingers running up lightly on your thighs.

"Please" you whined impatiently, begging for his fingers. You didn't want to since his tongue's already enough to make you cum and you're almost there but greed consumed you so now you want his fingers too.

"Not enough Kitten? What is it?" he chuckled, blowing his breath on your sensitive pussy and you squirmed. Fuck him and the cocky smile now on his face. You glared at him but then he slowly removed his hands so you panicked.

"Fingers!" you cried desperately. "Please fuck me with your fingers" you whined, hips moving unconsciously and Haechan smirked. Leaning in again, his tongue is back on your core, pressing even harder that makes you clench around nothing, you just want his fingers inside you!

You thought Haechan would ignore your request until you felt his finger eased on your entrance. You’re so wet and close already, so you moved one of your hands from the wall to your breasts, alternating in flickering your nipples through your thin shirt in hopes of convincing Haechan to slip the rest of his fingers into you.

And it worked. After Haechan saw how needy you’ve become he added another finger, arching it up and then pumping it in and out slowly while his tongue seemed to increase its pace in working on your clit.

Your moans are getting louder and Haechan senses that you’re getting closer with how tight your walls have become around his fingers.

“Don’t cum” he ordered, pace going slower but somehow deeper.

“B-but I’m close!” you cried, hips grinding faster on his face. Surely, everyone can hear you but you didn’t even care that you’ve been moaning loudly on this empty hallway anymore.

“I said don’t cum” his voice stern, adding another finger into you. Your body feels like its on fire, Haechan’s fingers fucking you leisurely while his tongue is doing the opposite on your bud.

“Neediest..pussy..” he muttered, emphasizing each word through each stroke of his fingers.

Your core’s aching already, your release nearing.Haechan’s fingers suddenly went faster. Fuck, you’re almost there,

Almost...and then–

“What the fuck Haechan!!” you cried when he pulled out his fingers and was about to grab his head back to you but he caught your wrist, tightly gripping them.

"That's your punishment for ignoring me," he said coldly, getting up from his knees and dragging you towards the nearest door.

"I hate you" you seethed. Stupid, you should've known he'll eventually get back to you for ignoring him.

He immediately opened it, pushing you inside.Your legs are still wobbly from your denied orgasm but you managed to somehow walk near the bed, steps staggering until you dropped on the edge making Haechan scoffed.

"You hate me huh?" you can feel him behind you at once and you move your hips back desperately, urging him to do something since all you can think about is the need to cum.

“H-Haechan” you whimper when you feel his hands lift your skirt further above your ass.

His fingers started tracing around your exposed core before he inserted two of them back inside, scissoring them slowly.

Moaning loudly you shamelessly bucked your hips back to his fingers only for him to swing his other hand on your ass, rough hand landing a slap that made you arch your back.

“Ugh-!”

"You hate me but your pussy's soaking for me" he snickered and removed his fingers all of a sudden, making you whine.

Haechan ignored you and fumbled his belt, quickly pushing his pants down. He's had enough and as much as he's pissed off at you he can't stop himself in admiring you in your current position. You bending sexily on the bed, your pretty needy eyes looking back at him making him groan at the sight.

You're losing your mind, that’s it. All you want is Haechan's dick inside you but you're also anxious that he's gonna deny you some more. As you can see, he still loves teasing you because you're usually the impatient one between the two of you.

Hands back on you he roughly grabbed your hips, pulling your shaky body up against him. You can feel how hard he is on your ass already, grinding slowly against them. You can sense his breath increasing and you’re getting annoyed because you know he won't budge until you beg. screw it..

"Haechan, please fuck me" you moaned airily using the neediest voice you can muster and that snapped something inside him. He almost slipped, getting lost at the floral scent on your skin to notice that he’s getting softer on you.

He hummed and you instantly felt both of his hands cupping your breasts roughly from behind, his lips harshly kissing the juncture of your neck and shoulder blades. He can feel you chuckling lightly, your current situation making you giddy with how you both are still semi-clothed and so needy for each other in this dark, stranger’s room.

Haechan noticed and released you, tugging you shirt impatiently, signalling you to take them off. Once gone along with your bra, you turned to face him, enjoying the sight of him staring appreciatively at your tits. You giggled at his reaction causing your breasts to jiggle, the action that made Haechan look up to you with a puzzling, dark expression full of lust.

He turned you back around and pushed you back to the bed, making you squeak as you crawl on your knees. He sees that you’re trying to take your skirt off so he swatted your hands away.

“Leave them on” he sighed, full of authority.

You paused, the thought of Haechan fucking you on your skirt made you clench. You’ll never be able to wear this again without thinking of him, maybe that's what he wanted? After getting rid of his boxers, he didn’t move immediately as he’s getting distracted by your glistening folds twitching, begging for his cock.

You whimpered, losing patience with all his teasing but you sighed in relief the moment you felt the tip of his length slowly entering you. You thought he's going to be gentle but then you feel him ram himself fully into you, bottoming out, causing you to moan loudly.

You see, Haechan initially planned to be gentle with you, to let you adjust to his size but he again recalls the moments where you pretended that you didn't know him, the way you didn't even look at him. Anger now back on his veins he grips your hips tight, pulling you back to him as he starts his brutal thrusts, grinning at the thought of bruises that are surely gonna be there for days.

"Haechan..oh fuck!" you cried, in a high-pitched whine that Haechan oh so love. You’re trying to stay put but your thighs are already trembling from earlier and the way how hard he is fucking you right now are making them even weaker.

Your peak is coming fast with you being denied earlier and you can feel it’s going to be more intense than the one prior. Every slight touch from him sends sparks to your core, pushing you closer into it. You just hope that Haechan will let you cum this time, him denying you earlier made everything in your senses heightened, your entire body humming with electricity.

Haechan's never been vocal in the bedroom so you were glad to hear his grunts that seemed to be getting louder every time you clench around his cock. He's getting mesmerized at how good you look like this, moaning and gripping tightly on the sheets while he's pounding you from behind.

"..so..fucking..tight..didn't get laid much after me?" he chuckled mockingly and slowed his pace, each thrust emphasizing each word. He moaned deeply when he can feel your slick walls tightening and thrusted even harder allowing him to reach the deepest parts of you making you scream the moment he reached your spot. Your mind's hazy now, couldn't even answer Haechan with how he's picking up his speed.

Your arms finally buckled with the force of thrusts, making you turn your face to the side when you landed on the bed, your breaths are getting faster matching each of Haechan's hard thrusts. He planted his right leg on the bed and grabbed your left arm, binding it behind your back while his other arm grabbed your hips tightly, bringing you closer to the edge.

In this position, you couldn't see him but you can picture Haechan’s current state. His head falling back, mouth hanging open, emitting guttural moans as he’s getting lost at the sensation of your walls.

"I'm gonna cum..ngghh...Haechan.." you gasped, becoming breathless and he faltered on his pace. He snapped his attention down at you, irked eyes now observing your body, waiting for the perfect timing. You should've just kept your mouth shut because now you feel him suddenly pulling out from you, denying you again.

"No! No! Haechan!" you shrieked and sobbed after, your body shaking with how intense your climax was going to be. He couldn't see your face properly at this angle, but he knows you’re close to your breaking point. A smug smile appeared on his face, pleased with his effects on you. He wanted you to remember this, just in case you’ll ignore him again.

"On your back. I want to see your face when you cum" he said with urgency, his own peak also nearing. He’s always been good at holding himself, it’s just that he’s been so hard for a while already. You sniffled and scurry around right away, getting on your back and blatantly opening your legs.

You can finally see Haechan in full glory under the moonlight through the windows. Your eyes landed on his flushed face and the sheen sweat glistening his body. You bit your lower lip when you looked down at his length. It's so hard and red, slightly twitching as he climbed on the bed.

"You're so hot" you mused, eyes fluttering at him and removing your crumpled skirt.

Instead of answering, a lopsided smirk just emerged from his lips as he settled between your legs. You immediately wrapped them around his waist but he slapped your thighs, removing your legs around him, is it because you removed your skirt? You choked a whimper when he just kept staring at you with unreadable eyes.

"H-Haechan.." you whined, arms latching on his shoulders, urging him to fuck you again. He roughly shrugged them off which made you pout, why doesn't he want you to touch him? Your eyes widened when you realized he's waiting. He's waiting for you to say it. Fuck it. It's what your heart truly says anyways.

"I miss you Haechan..I miss your touch, your kisses, your co–" you screamed in pleasure when he suddenly shoved his dick inside you. He didn’t have to let you adjust because of how wet you are already, your slick allowing him enter you easily. Rough snaps of his hips against yours are making your tits jiggle and his hands are instantly on them, kneading them roughly just like his thrusts.

Haechan wants you to feel how angry he is, how hurt he is of you "forgetting" him. He's glad that you can read his expression very well until now and you were right, he was waiting for you to admit it.

He scoffed when your moans are getting louder. Your eyes closing at immense pleasure he's giving you, back arching when he hits that spot inside you.

"Look at you, squeezing my cock.." he moans but he stopped himself from whining.Your pussy's gripping him so hard, so fucking good, still so good for him.

"Open your eyes Kitten" he growled and set his weight on one of his forearms, the other coming right up wrapping around on your throat. Your whine turned into gasps, feeling the pressure of his hand around the base increasing.

"Still my Kitten" he muttered, looking at you darkly as he got lost in his own pleasure. His breath is staggering, matching your loud gasps.

"Always my Kitten, right?!" he seethes with heavy breaths, voice getting raspier as he removes his hand from your neck. You inhaled sharply, struggling to answer him.

"Yes! Yes! Still your Kitten, always your Kitten!" you sobbed so loud as you finally reach your high, Haechan groaning at the sight of you. You can tell that he’s also close, by how his pace is getting sloppier every passing second. You’re still confused as to why he doesn’t let you touch him but you don’t give fuck anymore.

“Shit..” he groaned at how tight you’ve become. Your walls now very sensitive after him continuously pounding on you nonstop, riding out your orgasm. He’s itching to hold you but he persisted. He doesn’t want you touching him because your touches will make his anger go away. 

Then he felt your legs closing around his waist again, way tighter this time. He knew you have no intention of letting go so dropped his head down, crashing his lips harshly on yours. You let out a gasp, surprised of his sudden action but you welcomed his rough kisses wholeheartedly.

Haechan's pouring all what he's feeling on you, all the need, the desperation, the apology that he couldn't express through his words. However, you perceived his actions differently, thinking that he must’ve really hated you. Haechan felt something wet against his cheeks, noticing your tears. He's not sure if it's because of how hard he's fucking you or something else.

“In me..Haechan please..” you gasped desperately, wanting to feel everything of him.

"Fuck!" he whined, hips faltering in pace with his guttural moans. Haechan couldn't hold back that much longer and you moaned loudly, pussy throbbing as you feel his cum spilling into you.

Riding out both your highs, you're trying to look up to him despite your exhaustion and impending sleepiness but he didn't even spare you a glance.

Actually, Haechan could tell you were going to say something but just waiting for him to look back at you which he wouldn't.

Not now, not yet. 

He wants to savour this moment. He feels satisfied after almost a year of trying, and here you are finally lying beautifully underneath him.

You want to know what he truly feels and you can see through his eyes especially that he is being himself right now like when you were still "together".

"Haechan?"

He closed his eyes and didn't answer you. Instead, he pulled out himself causing you to whine with the empty feeling. He plopped down beside you wordlessly, facing his back at you and you noticed that his breathing was already slowing down.

You sighed, some things never change.

.

The first thing you noticed is an arm around your waist after you opened your eyes in an unfamiliar room.

Right, Haechan.

You feel him beside you but you didn't dare to look at him when you felt him move. No doubt of what happened, you weren't drunk so you remembered everything.

Fuck.

You decided to look at the person beside you to find him sleeping deeply while facing you. Very adorable and soft looking compared to what he was the night before. You just didn't think that he would cuddle you this morning though so now you're confused.

Wait, he was drunk. That means he won't remember anything that happened. It's perfect since you don't really want to confront him right now. You should've gotten drunk too because you're still not ready to "talk to him" about it.

Haechan knows you're awake. Actually, he planned to wake up before you just in case and it seems that he's right. You really are going to sneak out from him. He felt a pang in his chest at how dismissive you are after last night.

Slowly, you're trying to lift his arm which somehow got tighter on its hold on you.

Fuck, you really need to leave and fast since he seems to be waking up already. You barely managed to succeed prying off his arm when suddenly–

"So, you were a good lay" he said dryly, immediately removing his arm around you.

You suddenly stiffened with the loss of his warmth and you're trying your best to not get affected when his voice is way deeper than usual and still groggy from being asleep.

"Uh I don't remember what happened" you shrugged, trying to make your voice as stable as possible though it came out weak. so much for lying...

"Bullshit, you barely drank cause you hate alcohol anyways" he scoffed, laughing at himself for assuming that there's finally progress seeing as you accepted him last night.

"I thought you were drunk" you snickered, slowly getting off the bed looking for your discarded clothes. Haechan didn't even move an inch, but you can literally feel his burning stare while you're putting your clothes back on.

"I only had a few sips" he counters, propping up to his elbow now and your eyes are looking everywhere aside from him which made Haechan smirked. Shit, what he would give to take you again.

"You still are tipsy, we both are so can you not", you muttered harshly, still not looking at him while dressing up and putting on your ankle boots. Haechan's shamelessly staring at your legs, he can't help that you still look sexy this early in the morning.

"You were gonna sneak out weren't you?" you flinched when his tone seemed hard, full of accusation. You don't know why you feel guilty when you shouldn't. So what if you did plan on sneaking out? The audacity of him when he was being an ass last night.

"Fuck you Haechan" you seethed, masking your nervousness. You know he's trying to delay you, because he wanted to talk about it. Add that his milky chest is in your view that is clearly clouding your mind, stupid blanket coming off..

"That I did to you, ‘y couldn't stop screaming my name" he humorlessly laughed, still hurt at how you're desperately running away from him after everything. Haechan's running out of options hence why he was so relieved last night, thinking that you're finally giving him a second chance.

"What makes you think you have the right to get mad hmm?" you lightly screamed, looking up and staring directly into his eyes. You're being mindful of others who stayed over like you both that are still probably sleeping.

But you don't fucking care now, you don't care anymore.

"I told you–"

"You were the one who dropped me out of nowhere before!" you cried, your emotions now bursting like a geyser. Haechan sighed, hopelessly thinking of how he's going to articulate his words that would not make you even more furious.

"You don't understand," he said flatly, now avoiding your eyes.

"Then make me!", you're heaving with anger right now. He's starting again, he's doing it again. Pushing you away by being vague and it confuses tf out of you. And he's even worse this time, you really thought he’ll change for the better.

Haechan didn't plan it like this, he was supposed to ask you for another chance and make love to you again just like the night before. You both are going to be together again but you just had to remind him the very reason why he did what he did back then.

"Leave Y/N" Haechan stated, voice laced with finality. He leaned back to the bed, facing away from you. Haechan doesn't know why he's suddenly nervous about this topic when eventually, you both have to talk about it.

You don't know what to actually feel right now. Haechan's the only person who can make you feel all emotions at once to the point that you can't even differentiate them anymore.

"No! I want you to continue, you can't just run from this" he wanted to talk? Then you both will talk. But now he's backing out? Like what the actual fuck does he want from you.

"What? You wanna fucking leave, then leave!" he yelled back and you blinked in surprise. Haechan never ever raised his voice at you, let alone yell at you.

As much as you didn't wanna cry in front of him, still looking fucked out in this stranger's room, you still couldn't stop the tears from emerging in your eyes.

Haechan glanced back at you from the side of his shoulder when you didn't answer him and his expression softened when he saw you on the verge of tears.

You started crying. You're literally crying and he didn't even move from the bed but at least you saw how his features changed into worry, at least.

Haechan was going to get up and comfort you, he was going to–

"What's the point? It's not like we were actually together anyways" you whispered, but Haechan blanched, pausing on his movements when he noticed the emptiness of your voice. Haechan’s even more hurt now, to hear those exact words from you.

And instead of soothing you he decided to ignite the fire by picking the part of your relationship where you have been the most insecure about.

“Right, you were just a part of my quests"

His words sting. It fucking stings that you didn’t realize the loud sob that came out from your mouth. He’s your first love after all, first in everything. He’s not just some random guy you had a quick relationship with. What you both had might not be official but you know you loved each other.

Haechan refused to look at you because you’ve always been his weakness. Now he’s only focusing on getting dressed to get the fuck out here immediately and he doesn’t know if he still wants to keep trying. Clearly, you don’t want him anymore but you still confuse him with your pained expressions so he doesn’t know what to think anymore.

You’re losing him, you know you’re losing him and despite the sharp words he just said you can’t deny that you still love him. You hate how you’re willing to stoop this low for him.

After checking his phone, Haechan hurriedly dressed up and passed right through you but your desperate plea stopped him, for a bit. 

“Wait!” you yelped quietly, voice lace in panic but then he continued walking away, not even looking back at you.

He just...did last night even mean anything to him?

Haechan’s being a dick, he knows he is but his heart’s racing as well for not being in control of the situation. He should’ve been prepared but he needs to get away for now, he needs a break to plan his next move or does he have to though? He ruined his chances again.

You don’t know how long you’ve been crying silently in that bedroom but you know the owner’s going to wake up soon so you need to leave before anyone sees you in this state. You also just realized that you didn't have your panties on but you're a mess so you didn't give a fuck when you couldn't find it in the room or in the hallway.

Haechan must’ve had it..

But you can’t see him again..

Not anymore..

You’re just tired with everything, physically and mentally and you just want to forget Haechan for now because you’re close to going back again, back to how you were when he left you.

Will you be able to avoid him next time though?

[fen-luciel]

The Devil

AnakinXreader

Warnings:slow burn/implicit smut/ a bit of gore at the end

Summary:A love story born amidst the war, with a fallen angel.

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One thing I had learned about Anakin Skywalker is that he was always ready to help those in need. Sometimes, I saw it more as a curse, sacrificing himself for others, with a reassuring smile on his face, ready to leap into action.

Many mistook that care for arrogance, but I had always seen beyond it.

The jokes, the gestures, the ways, all a mask to make you feel better even in the worst moments.

He was radiant.

I met him in person purely by chance. I was assigned to the same mission at the last second. I was supposed to leave with other clones to a war zone, but some human traffickers had appeared out of nowhere, taking advantage of the precarious conditions of the planets that survived the separatists' attacks.

The Jedi were being sent everywhere every second, so it was just a coincidence that I was free at that moment.

The first time I saw him, I recognized him immediately, like a bright star in the cold universe, his smile warmed me more than anything.

His former master introduced us. We didn't have much time for pleasantries given the sudden crisis we were about to resolve. We said goodbye to our friends, and with a small platoon, we set off for the last planet that had been marked as a contact point.

He didn't know me, of course. I wasn't particularly famous for great feats in the war or interactive in the more political sphere. I struggled to see myself as a Jedi—I was more of a soldier... more replaceable.

But Anakin didn't make me feel that way.

Soon that evening, lost in deep space while everyone else slept, we started playing cards. He was terrible, winning one game out of ten. By the sixth game, he started losing on purpose, trying to annoy me with stupid questions that he repeated over and over, but I found it hilarious, he was... light.

For a moment, he made me feel like a young girl and not a soldier in war.

Anyway, I couldn't say if something between us started right there, he made it seem natural, as if we had been friends forever, and I adored every second of it.

The problem was that the mission turned out to be much worse than expected—a network of kidnappings and sales of human and alien beings had been created right under our noses without the Order realizing it. What was supposed to be an intervention lasting a couple of weeks turned into a well-organized outpost for more than five months.

The atmosphere was mostly tense during the day. We set traps in wooded areas, devised capture plans, intercepted calls, but above all, we tried to save as many civilians as possible—women, the elderly, children—we never stopped.

At the end of the evening, we were so exhausted that we barely exchanged a few words. Anakin and I had our cots in the same house, the base was hidden among the ruins of a city bombed by the separatists long ago. We had tried to make the place livable as much as possible, but we couldn't afford to attract attention, so we just dusted it off.

The place was stale and suffocating. One of the two windows had been boarded up with wooden planks, the power had gone out along with everything else, and we kept a small dim lantern in the darkest corner to avoid attracting unwanted glances from outside.

I didn't realize that night after night, Anakin moved his sleeping bag slightly closer to mine.

When I noticed, we were barely an arm's length apart. I never said anything, it made me feel less alone.

I slept better at night.

One thing I noticed was the lost look in the void that sometimes froze him on those few evenings when we played at least one game of cards.

He was silent, tense, it usually happened after we saved people. Normally, this should have made us happy, and at least the rest of the team was, but he suddenly got lost in his thoughts, closed in on himself, and didn't talk to me anymore.

"Are you okay?"

Silence.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Silence.

"It went well, right?"

Still silence.

I let it go, finished the game, and lay down, turning my back on him, too proud to admit that I felt rejected.

Rejected by what, I couldn't tell.

It was precisely on one of those alcohol-fueled evenings that the turning point happened. We had returned exhausted from a mission that had allowed us to save at least a hundred lives. We celebrated with some wine stolen from an abandoned house, but Anakin did not show up, and I was too irritated by his isolation to go knock on our door.

We drank late into the night. I returned to the little house with my mind slightly foggy. Anakin had turned off the light and was already asleep. I took off my clothes with some difficulty before slipping under the duvet, ready to fall asleep, but a warm arm silently snaked around my waist, "I'm sorry." he whispered in a hoarse voice.

I realized he had been crying.

I bit my lip, afraid to dare too much, the alcohol was confusing my senses, his touch so light yet intimate, to which I was not accustomed... so I just told him I wasn't angry, that I forgave him.

I slept divinely, but the next morning we said nothing about what had happened.

A few days later, he pretended to casually end up close to my body before wrapping an arm around my waist before sleeping. So we started lying in each other's arms, seeking a bit of warmth and comfort. I kept telling myself it was normal in our situation, the war was wearing us down, and we needed contact... I needed his contact.

As the months went by, I noticed that something was off about the perfect figure of the Chosen One.

His sudden mood swings, the strange talks... the hatred.

The hatred I saw in his eyes when we captured the gang members.

The visceral rage.

I had met killers with a less menacing air.

Of course, no one was perfect, and being a Jedi meant fighting the dark side every day, but from a figure like his, something different was expected, more like a flawless and fearless hero, yet he seemed the most fragile of all.

I thought that maybe power like his had a great burden on the other side of the balance and stopped doubting his faith.

It was around the third month that the turning point happened.

I had been injured on my side, the burn made me wince with every movement. Bandaged and treated, I was forced to stay in bed to rest for a few days.

Anakin was deathly silent as he caressed my bandaged side, his body lying behind mine, head resting on his hand and free fingers gently brushing against me. I could feel him thinking with his eyes closed.

"I'm okay," I murmured softly so as not to break the silence.

He exhaled slowly, moving closer, pressing his chest against my back. "If I had been there, it wouldn't have happened."

I shivered, feeling the breath behind my ear, his hoarse voice cradling me, making me feel warm... safe.

"We're both knights. I can take care of myself." I was almost on the verge of falling asleep, but I held on to reply. I didn't like knowing he was lost in thought on his own; his face darkened when it happened.

He leaned down to kiss my bare shoulder, I held back from commenting, it seemed that every step we took together was a slow descent on a path with no return. I should have told him not to do it, to stop, but... that warmth in my chest made me feel alive.

"I know. I'm not saying you need me, I know you can take care of yourself." he sighed heavily before placing another kiss on the skin slightly higher than the previous one. "It's just that when you protect others, it seems like you don't care about yourself. I want to be there for you."

That warm, dense feeling growing in my stomach.

I turned slightly to look at him, we were so close that our noses almost touched.

"I have given my life to the Jedi cause. The good of others comes before mine." I reached out to gently stroke his cheek, he leaned into the touch. The faint orange light illuminated the side of his face, looking at me with such intensity that my heart trembled.

"Then I'll take care of you."

Our lips almost touched, I didn't even notice that his hand had slightly moved my shirt up, the tips of his fingers burning on my bare skin.

I wish I could say something romantic like "I don't know if I got closer first or he did, maybe we came together" or similar, but it would have been a shameful lie.

I was the one to throw myself on his lips.

I realized while we were locked in a slow kiss that he had me wrapped around his finger from the moment I met him months earlier.

All the admiration, the respect, was nothing compared to what I felt looking at him, not as a Jedi or a hero, but as a man.

The blond curls, the chiseled physique, the sharp features, the defined jawline, the deep eyes, his skin, his scent, it was everything.

He got under your skin, and you wanted more.

I wanted more.

He took his hand off my side to stroke my cheek, our faces pressed together as we shared the same air. I had no prior experience with kisses, yet he made it seem natural. I just had to follow the trail of his lips on mine, the light bites, the tongue in my mouth.

"I need you." he whispered on my skin before kissing my neck, leaving wet marks. I trembled weakly from the wounds and his touch, holding back sighs and moans as he opened my robe, his body covering mine, the moonlight illuminating his sculpted muscles.

I had no regrets the next morning.

I knew what had happened was dangerous, forbidden, but when he got dressed next to me in the early morning light, I couldn't help but admire his golden skin, still wanting.

He gave me a kiss on the forehead, told me to rest, and left, giving me one of those breathtaking smiles.

No, I didn't regret anything.

When they allowed me to go back into action, everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Except in the evening, when those masks of indifference we wore fell away, and we found ourselves in each other's arms: the kisses, the touches, the breaths we shared.

But above all, the looks.

Sometimes tears welled up in my eyes when he held me to his chest, that feeling that tightened my throat, it was so beautiful it hurt, and he devoured me with the intensity of a thousand suns. I burned under that gaze; he held me tight, leaving bruises on my skin, and for a moment, I... I saw him.

I saw him, without his masks, without the lies he used to protect himself, and something deep in my conscience screamed a warning at me.

Flashes of that hatred I'd seen in him crossed my mind, the anger, a visceral contempt, sometimes arrogant. That deep look was more revealing than a thousand words, and instinct told me to look, to see how far that abyss went, but I was terrified, not for him, but for me.

If I found a beast hidden in the darkness, what would I do?

No, I didn't want to think about it. Every time I lost myself in the tangle of our bodies, I would look away, maybe close my eyes or hide my face in his neck, anything to avoid looking... to avoid looking at him.

I realized my mistake when it was too late to turn back.

We were nearing the end of the conflict, the majority of the population had been brought to safety, many criminals captured or fallen in battle. It was a great result, except that all this pressure made the few remaining who were resisting us increasingly nervous and daring, as if they didn't care if they would die in the shootout, the important thing was to do as much damage as possible, as if on a whim.

The last month, in particular, was a real trench war. Only a handful of slavers remained to be stopped, but they had barricaded themselves inside the abandoned Senate building with the last hostages, of course, the easiest ones to drag along, the children.

The place had been fortified for some time, and even though we had a map, we couldn't know where they were keeping the hostages or, worse, if they had already killed them, keeping up the façade just to buy time.

We hypothesized every kind of plan, but none gave us the certainty of getting the hostages back. It would have been easy to bomb the area at this point, they were so dangerous that the Republic wouldn't have mourned their loss. We had also thought of isolating them until they came out from exhaustion and hunger, but again, if there really were those children, they would have been the first to suffer.

After two days of discarded plans, I tried everything.

"Let's go back to the first hypothesis. I'll make my way through the breach in the ceiling, look for the hostages, and send you a signal when I have them safe." We were all gathered around the building's holographic map. Next to me, Anakin huffed, "Don't even think about it. I'll go instead."

I sighed, smiling weakly "No offense, General Skywalker, but you're not particularly good at crawling along corridors." The remark drew a laugh from all the clones around us, who agreed with me, but Anakin wasn't laughing at all.

"I don't want you going in there alone, it's too much, even for a Jedi. They're waiting for us, they'll have set traps—" He started, waving his hand over the table, but I interrupted him. "They definitely have. But it's our best option. It's decided."

I didn't wait for a reply, knowing he could argue with me all day if necessary. I kept myself busy organizing the troops for that evening. Anakin moved tensely through the camp, ready to spring into action at the slightest sign. I knew he wasn't happy with that choice at all, but I wouldn't back down.

We left late in the evening; by then, I knew the map by heart. The building had three floors and a basement; all the side windows were barred, so it was impossible to tell where the children were. I would descend from the skylight above the chamber of deputies and from there explore each floor from top to bottom until I found the hostages... or their remains in the worst-case scenario.

The first part of the plan was fairly simple, but as soon as I stepped inside, I noticed something strange. Patrolling the corridors were droids built from makeshift materials, fragile-looking, yes, but armed.

I had to turn off the radio for fear of receiving a call at the wrong moment. I needed to check every room and descend a level until I was sure no one was there, and deactivating the droids would work against me since they would realize someone had entered.

On the ground floor, I saw the men who were left, all sitting around an old board game, looking either drunk or on the verge of falling asleep. I managed to send a brief message before heading to the basement.

Some walls had partially collapsed, and the narrow corridors made it difficult to move stealthily, but I stayed alert, ready to spring into action. I reached the end where I knew the vault that held the most important documents and money was located. It was a room large enough to hold more than one person, and at this point, it was my only chance.

The dim light in the room wasn’t much, but I finally saw it, the heavy metal door sealing the vault.

I knocked on the surface, hoping to get a response, and to my joy, I heard frightened gasps. I called out, hoping they could hear me; on the other hand, I could only make out vague murmurs, but when they started banging on the wall from the other side, I had no doubt it was them.

I ignited the lightsaber to begin cutting a hole in the surface, quickly warning them to move away, hoping they understood what I was saying, and very slowly, I began to cut through the metal.

It all happened in a moment. I felt it in my gut before I even heard the sound, I spun around, deflecting a shot aimed at me.

In front of me, one of those men, accompanied by three droids, pointed their weapons at me. I was at a disadvantage, given the tight space in which I had to defend myself. I parried more shots before inevitably losing the rhythm. I didn’t see where I was hit, but I felt it on my skin—the burning sensation spreading like an oil stain, the throbbing pain, and finally, my heavy fall to the ground.

When I turned to face him, something was thrown at me, a disturbing click around my neck made me flinch.

"Finally," the man approached me menacingly. I got up quickly to defend myself, but suddenly, an electric shock coursed through my body, knocking me back to the ground. I screamed in surprise as I tried in vain to tear off the collar.

"Don’t try it, Jedi, not even you can get rid of these."

I lay on the ground, breathless, my hands trembling uncontrollably, and a dull ache in my bones.

"You have no chance..." I panted in pain, moving my arm near the pocket where I kept the communicator, slowly activating it.

However, the movement caught his attention, and I was forcefully shoved to the ground, the device falling a few meters away from me as the man reactivated the shock.

I thrashed on the ground in jerky movements, keeping my mouth shut for fear of biting my tongue as I tried to crawl towards the communicator, a ringing in my ears.

"Bitch!" The shock stopped, but I had no time to recover before a kick hit me in the stomach, knocking out the little breath I had left. He bent over my body, gripping my hands around my neck. I wanted to push him away, but my fingers were still trembling uncontrollably. "I don’t need to keep you awake to use you as a bargaining chip. I’ll make you regret what you put us through!"

I kicked uselessly, my head feeling heavy, and my vision darkening, my lungs struggling for air. I tried to claw at his wrists, but I was losing strength.

It was when I was on the verge of passing out that something suddenly pushed him away from me.

I coughed forcefully, gasping for air. I turned onto my hands and knees, trembling and still unable to stand. I didn't understand what was happening, but I was glad to feel my fingertips again.

I coughed a few more times when I noticed something was off—or rather, something strange was happening next to me, judging by the sound I heard.

Like... something wet, an eerie crunching sound that I couldn't quite place.

I turned, finally more clear-headed, and almost had a heart attack.

Anakin was there—I figured he had used the Force to push the man away from me—but what I saw in front of me was worse than anything I had ever experienced.

I saw him with his back to me, crouched over the man's body... which wasn't moving anymore.

I crawled toward them, reaching out a hand to his shoulder, trying to shake him. "Anakin, leave him, we need to open the door—" and then I saw them more clearly.

He had pushed his thumbs into the man's eyes, which disappeared up to the knuckles in the sockets as he gripped the sides of his face. There was blood everywhere—it was dripping from the eye sockets, the mouth, even the back of his head, which was being slammed into the floor that slowly stained a bright red. I swear I saw his skull unnaturally crushed.

The air left my lungs, a wave of nausea rising in my throat that I held back at the last second.

"Please, let him go, A-Anakin, p-please—" I stammered as I clung to his arm, trying in vain to pull him away. I gripped the front of his tunic, but he seemed immovable.

"Anakin, I'm fine, let him go, please, y-you've killed him—" I cried, tears falling before I even realized.

He finally released his grip, letting the man's head fall into the pool of blood with a wet thud. He turned to look at me, and I instinctively tried to back away, frightened, falling onto my backside because my knees were still weak. I couldn’t look away, but now I saw it as clear as day—that monster he hid inside, that flame I had glimpsed when he was angry, or when we made love, and those languid eyes would light up with a sinister, almost possessive glow.

Now I saw it in its rawest form and could no longer pretend I hadn't. The metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils, making my eyes sting.

"Anakin—" I whispered, raising a hand, not sure whether to reach for him or keep my distance.

"My love." He came toward me as if everything was normal, his face worried, relieved to see me mostly unharmed. He brushed the collar with a hand, a spark of anger flashing as fast as a blink. "The others are coming, we’ll get this thing off you," he murmured, then gently took my face in his hands, the blood staining my skin and dripping in tiny crimson drops down my neck. I was shaking like a leaf but didn’t know what to say.

I knew what he was.

I knew it, but I had underestimated it, in fact, I had lied to myself, ignoring all the warnings. Yet I wondered how it was possible that no one had noticed before.

Or maybe they had all been blinded by the same light?

By that warm smile.

Never getting too close and risking harm.

But I had been drawn to the light like a moth, and now, indeed, I was burning alive.

And it was too late to run away.

I was complicit in that fire, which I had fed every night with every kiss, touch, or whisper.

How could I turn my back on him now?

It was also my fault.

He leaned over me, the hand I had raised now resting on his chest, the heartbeat too steady for someone who had just crushed a human skull with his bare hands.

"Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you." A whisper on my lips, I wanted to say it was impossible, that he couldn’t save me from himself, that it was him I feared so much, but it was too late.

He kissed me, his lips tasting of death and blood, the light that blinded me now an shadow that devoured me.

It was too late.

I loved him.

I realized it when I closed my eyes to meet him. I would have kept his secret, I would have protected him until my last breath.

Till death do us part.

[fullofgutsndopamine]

shake up the scenery (know you love the greenery)

or or: Hasan is the reason you're going to fail out of class, you're entirely convinced

You flick the light on at your desk, crack your knuckles, and take a deep breathe.

This exam has been weighing heavy on your shoulders, too frozen in fear to even study for it-finally talked yourself into studying, got out the highlighters and pens and notecards-ready to at least try studying now.

You opened the digital copy of your textbook, a groan coming out of your lips the second it loaded and you saw the amount you had to read-

and right on cue, as if he was planning it, deep in his basement rubbing his hands together waiting for his masterplan to work, loud music thumps outside.

"You have got to be-"

the music thumps under your feet, can feel it radiate down your body

Look, you aren't a confrontational person-really, you aren't-but this is the last class you have, so you gather up your courage and stomp across the yard

You don't even have to knock, the door opens as you stomp across the yard-Half empty beer bottles laid on their sides in the grass, stepped on cans of beers in between bushes and lining the steps

"Well, well, well-"

He smirks as he opens the door, practically takes up the entire doorframe, crosses his arms in front of his body-

"Finally decided to join our parties?"

"I'd rather pull my teeth out one by one-" You huff out, "The music, Hasan-"

"It's pretty good, right?"

He leans in to you, into your ear so he can really be heard, and you just know he can feel and see the pink on your face, even if it's dark in the house-

"Join us," He pulls on your sleeve. His voice drops, gets a little softer, is harder to hear him over the music. "Come on. Have some fun, finally."

And this isn't the Hasan you know-the loud mouth abrasive guy who's ready to fight with anyone, make them repeat themselves so he can show them what an idiot they are-this Hasan is soft around the edges; kinder. His voice drops and his shoulders slump, like he's trying to make himself smaller for you.

"If I fail, it's on you-"

"If you fail," He smirks, "I'll make it up to you. Take you out."

His voice borders on slurring, is obviously drunk, and you roll your eyes, "Turn the music down, asshole."

and before you can make a fool out of yourself anymore, you turn around and disappear

It's around 4 in the morning when you give it a rest. Eyelids are heavy with sleep, and you know you held onto none of what you just read-climb into your too small bunk, pillow pressed against your belly as you set your alarm to go off in an hour and a half, hoping Hasan will eventually give it a rest.

Walking into the classroom feels like death march; slow and steady, can feel the war drums behind you as if they're wishing you one final goodbye and thanks for the expensive tuition prices-

three hours later, one exam down (that you definitely failed)

"Hey!"

You could recognize Hasan anywhere-and no, not like that-the long hair that desperately needed to be cut, the backwards baseball cap for baseball teams and sports you know he didn't watch or know-

"Hey-you!"

and before you can stop yourself, you're throwing the chain link fence of the basketball court open, making his friend Connor, who holds the ball in his hands as he's about to pass it-pause, smirk and throw his head:

"Hasan," His voice is honey and you hate it, the sarcasm drips, "Another groupie."

Sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead but if it bothers him, he makes no effort to move it-instead stops, a smirk slowly creeps on his face:

"We can't keep doing this."

The bastard is enjoying this.

And that's enough for you.

Finding some confidence you didn't even know existed you march over to him, shoving a finger into his chest

"You're the reason I failed my biology exam."

He laughs, the kind where he throws his head back and the laugh comes back more of a giggle: "I'm the reason?"

And as you realize how much you're looking up to him to speak, noticing his freckles in the sunlight and the different colored nails on his hand as he holds a hand to his chest in mock horror-you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, can't believe you're doing this.

Like sure, you and your roommate spent months practicing what you'd both say to him to get him to shut up: the insults and how hurt he'd look but that was just for fun-mostly for when you were slightly tipsy over cheap, bottom shelf wine-

"Y-Yeah!" You shake your head, "Your stupid fucking music and-and-"

You shake your head again, before you can stop yourself from saying something stupid, show how you've been watching him-

He laughs; "My music right. Well-"

He leans down, closer to you, his voice a whisper: "Sounds like I owe you that coffee, eh?"

You want to punch the smirk off his face.

"No, Hasan-"

"One coffee," He says, "And if I say something stupid you can leave, I promise."

"You won't last two minutes."

"Try me."

It's quiet as you both stare eachother down.

"Fine. 6pm. The cafe. Don't be late-"

"Right," He smirks, "See you there, sunshine."

The sunshine is obviously a jab, but you take it as you walk away, hoping your feet don't give out as you make your way to your dorm, now having to figure out what to do with yourself for the next five hours.

[hopefulvittori]

Reminiscence (I) - Birds of a feather

Carlo (Lies of P) x Past!OC/Reader

Hurt/Comfort

I really appreciate the notes I've got. As a beginner blogger/fanfic writer I didn't expect this many, but made my day nonetheless. So, thank you! :)

I've been listening to this track on loop for most of the writing (yes, I love pain haha). It gave me the perfect mood to write this story.

Although her mind is long forgotten, her soul remembers those days before the pandemic and the puppet frenzy. She was a lonely hatchling, trying to leave her unsafe nest behind. Suddenly, the one who tormented her, now reaching out for her with caring hands. Will she embrace this kind of warmth, leaving the ruined nest behind?

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Tap-tap, tap-tap.

The girl suddenly woke up to an abrupt knocking on her window. There were no trees before her house, yet she saw a pretty long branch touching the glass pane. When she thought her mind played tricks on her, she heard some voices coming from outside. She swept her messy hair out of face before getting up from her bed.

"L-let me go, Romeo! What if they're going to catch us?!" One of the boys said in a whiny tone. 

"No can do. We had a bargain." The other one replied in a deadpan voice. "It's too late to back down now anyways."

'Those two again...'She recognized those voices. Her stomach turned to water.

She carefully went to the window to take a peek behind the curtains. Romeo held back Carlo from leaving while holding a pretty long branch. It was a dumbfounding sight to say the least. While she felt neutral towards the tall blonde boy, Carlo has always been a thorn in her side. Although she was no orphan, she often visited the Charity House due to her boredom and loneliness. Yet every time she tried to take her mind off from her troubles, the mischievous boy always sabotaged her peaceful days at the House. What was he doing? Tried to prank her past midnight? Then again, if that was the case, he would've come all this way without his best friend. Romeo literally dragged him before her home.

As soon as Vittori opened the balcony's windows, the two boys froze in their places. Awkward silence surrounded them... until Romeo dropped the branch and pushed his friend onward.

"Good evening, milady. Or shall I say goodnight? I only made sure this young man arrived at his destination safely. I will leave him in your capable hands now." He bowed theatrically before her as he turned towards Carlo. "If you're trying to leave, I will kill you myself."

The younger boy looked bewildered, yet he didn't move an inch. He was sure that Romeo was fully serious this time. His glare held that awful bloodlust. That unpleasant quiet returned as the blond boy's footsteps faded away. The girl couldn't bear it anymore.

"...What do you want?" She asked venomously, staring him down.

"I..." Carlo started, his breath hitched. "I came to apologize."

For his mischievous reputation, he was quite the opposite now. He was scared... afraid even. Despite this, the girl raised her eyebrows in a skeptical way.

"You know, I can't quite hear you from here." She said smugly. Then she pointed to the ladder next to the balcony. "How about coming up and telling it to my face, hm?"

The teen boy sighed in frustration. He shook his head vehemently as he grabbed the ladder and started climbing. He moved quite fast and he didn't even get tired from the strain. As soon as he reached his destination, his nerviness returned. Vittori felt the same way, although her distrust made her a bit calmer.

"Well?"

"...I want to apologize." He said quietly.

"For what? Spilling ink into my tea? Stealing my books? Taunting me on every occasion?" She hissed as she closed the distance between themselves.

His breath hitched once again. She could swear she saw his hands shaking.

"Vittori, I... I didn't know about your circumstances. If I knew about them, I wouldn't have made those jokes about you or your family." He sighed, gaze downcasted. "I'm sorry."

"My circumstances wouldn't change anything, Carlo! You chose cruelty!" Vittoria yelled then she leaned closer to the boy. "Is that how you want to be a Stalker?"

Before he could rise up against her in anger, dogs' barking interrupted their argument. She sighed in frustration as she grabbed the boy by his arm.

"Drat, those stupid mutts again... Get inside before they're going to notice you!"

He obeyed without any question. After they got inside, the girl quickly closed the windows and lit up a few candles. Before she could beckon him to sit down, Carlo looked around her room. It was a small, but comfortable gallery room. Probably because of the warm colors and the bookshelves. Even her bed was surrounded by bookcases. He noticed a small basket next to her bed. He couldn't see any pets around though.

"Do you have...?"

Vittori shook her head.

"Why though?"

"My sis-in-law's dogs. I had to get rid of my cat because of them." She said with a quiet sigh. "I just gave her to Matron today... just as she got pregnant."

"What did your brother say?" Carlo asked with curiously raised eyebrows.

"Nothing. That I need to get rid of Pumpkin..."

She gazed down in a defeated manner. The boy clenched his fists in frustration.

"This is so unfair..."

"Life is unfair, Carlo."

"You should've said something. Anything."

"You don't know her OR my brother." She said with a scornful tone. "As soon as they've got married, I'm just another mouth to be fed."

She sat down at the edge of her bed. While she's been avoiding the boy's eyes for a while, she pointed at the chair at her desk. Carlo pulled the chair towards the bed and sat down before Vittori. They've been staying that way for a few minutes.

"How did you find it out?" She asked after a while. "I mean my..."

"I eavesdropped on you while you were talking with Miss Sophia. It was not my intention though." He gave her a small smile.

The girl chuckled a bit.

"Then I assume you told this fact to Romeo. And he dragged you all the way here to make your apology official. Because you were afraid to do it on your own."

He puffed his cheeks in a defiant manner.

"I wasn't afraid..."

"Romeo is a good friend." She said in silent reverie. "I wish I had good friends like him."

"You can." He said with a voice full of confidence. He leant closer and looked at her as welcoming as possible.

It surprised her. His sudden kindness scared her so much. It was more frightening than the screams of her sister-in-law. She heard it. Even now, even in her head. It caused her so much pain. She looked at him doubtfully, then shook her head in denial.

"I... I can't."

He tilted his head a bit, eyebrows knitted questionly.

"Why not?"

"Because I... To them, I'm just a stupid girl." She sighed in mild frustration.

"Is that what she said to you? Or do you truly think you're stupid?" Carlo's sharp tone held righteous anger.

She became suddenly silent. Vittoria looked at her hands in a self-degrading way. The boy saw that and grabbed her wrists more firmly than he wanted to. As soon as he heard her slightly hissing in pain, he immediately eased the pressure on her hands.

"If you're an air-headed fool, you wouldn't have this many books. You wouldn't read this much about those topics the alchemists keep spitting about."

Although she kept being silent, her azure eyes gazed into Carlo's brown ones.

"Vittori. An air-headed fool wouldn't write about the things you're wishing for. And it's not a sin to think that way either."

"You... read my novels?" She asked with a shaky breath.

"I did." Carlo nodded curtly. "Though I'm not a bookworm such as you, but I did."

For a moment, sudden but comfortable silence surrounded them. The boy smiled fondly before he continued.

"It's not a sin to wish for a better world. I think those hopes and ideals would make you a fine Stalker."

She felt a barrier breaching inside of her soul. Like a wall of fire shattering those doubts, cleansing those hurtful words from her mind. Like a mantra of some sorts, Vittori chanted these words in her head:

She wasn't a waste like that woman said so. She had valuable ideals. She can be a Stalker. 

As that realization hit her, teardrops fell from her eyes. One by one, the drops fell onto her laps. Her breath hitched as she quietly sobbed. Her hands became limp in the boy's hold. Carlo's eyebrows knitted in concern. He stood up from his chair to get closer to her. The boy started to wipe the girl's tears away with his sleeves. His gentleness was almost astonishing.

He didn't say anything. How could he? He just realized that their situation is quite similar. How their closest ones made them suffer the most. How both of them desired their affection. Their love. Oh how he hated this feeling...  

'Like birds of a feather, huh' He thought bitterly.

When Vittoria calmed down, she looked at him with a weak smile. She appreciated his kindness. She realized that beneath that smug, mischievous layer, there's a gentle soul. When she saw that he was about to say something, she interrupted him.

"It's alright... I'm alright."

"Are you sure?" He asked quietly.

"Yes. Thank you, Carlo."

He bowed his head as he stroked her tear-streaked cheek. The girl cherished his gentleness by leaning into his touch. They stayed that way for a long time. The silence of the night was comforting. It seemed neither of them wanted to let those moments go.

Sadly, the teen boy pulled away, his gaze shifted towards the windows. Although dawn didn't come any sooner, if someone noticed his absence at the Charity House, they would immediately notify his old man. It's not like he cared about his temper tantrums, but he would rather stay at the orphanage than his own room. 

"I need to go." He said quietly.

She hummed in agreement then reached for the balcony's windows.

"Will you be alright? I mean it IS past midnight."

"Hey, I'm going to be the best Stalker in all of Krat." He said with a smug grin. "How could I be the best if they're going to catch me?"

The girl only rolled her eyes as she opened the windows. A cold wind swept across the room. Both of them felt it immediately.

"Hurry up before you catch a cold." She said with a playfully impatient tone while poking him in the back. When she looked at him, he seemed like he was thinking. She poked him once again. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He said, shaking his head. "We're going to meet up after training. With Romeo I mean. Tomorrow. Care to join?"

Vittori slightly tilted her head in a questioning manner. She didn't say anything, just stared at the boy.

"You said you wished for a friend like him." He continued as he leapt out to the balcony. "You'll start with us... and I'll start with you. What do you say, Vittori?"

He reached his hand towards the girl. It was another kind gesture: an offer of friendship. It was a scary feeling, but in an exciting way. They wanted her as a companion. How could she refuse? 

She slowly accepted his handshake as a warm smile graced her lips.

"Just call me Tori."

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I can't believe that I wrote this in one sitting, but here we are. Once the concept came to me, I just couldn't stop until I was done. x)

Besides a few cutscenes and notes, Carlo's personality (besides the mischievous part) was left ambiguous. He seemed like a good hearted rebel to me who wanted to be THE ideal Stalker so no one has to suffer the way he did. He could easily empathize with the Falcon's situation because of his relationship with his shitty father. That's why his behavior changes abruptly. In other words: he's a tsundere/jerk with a heart gold xD

I'll probably make an OC sheet for Tori soonish. Not sure when though. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my story. I wish you guys a wonderful weekend! ^^

[itskattkm]

New York New Rules | pt. 2

Warnings: Violence, Trauma, Fluff, maybe Smut

Summary: Y/N meets the survivors of the last events in Woodsborrow and gets on Ghostface's list. But there is also a darkness in Y/N wich path is she going to choose

Female Y/N x Tara Carpenter

Sorry for bad writing. I’m using a translator and hope you guys can enjoy it. Also, this is going to be a long story

This time I changed the perspective while I wrote this if you know what I mean and yeah… sorry I think it’s going to be slow burn my dears

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

I put my hand on Anika's shoulder after Frankie pushed her aside pulled Tara up the stairs with her. She fell down, the next moment I felt a small breeze rush past me. It was Chad. He grabbed Frankie by the shoulder and threw him against the wall. Just as Frankie pulled out his fist, Chad was distracted. He had briefly seen Tara to make sure she was okay. But Mindy already took care of that. Even before Frankie's fist met Chad, I kicked Frankie so hard in the side that he fell to the ground. I couldn't feel anything. The noises around me became mute. All I could see was red. I had jumped on Frankie and punched my fists in his face. I ignored the sudden burning on my ankles. I didn't want to stop. I bit my teeth so hard that my jaw had already cramped. Every punch from me became firmer and more brutal and then I realized that Frankie was no longer conscious. He had not even been able to defend himself. I wasn't even sure if he was still alive at that moment. His face was so shattered and covered with blood that you couldn't recognize him anymore. My heart was pounding. I felt the pulse in my ears... slowly I could perceive the sounds around me again.

My breath stopped. It felt like I had 10 kilogram weights lying on my chest. Slowly I straightened up and suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder. Although I could now hear everything, it was quiet. My eyes drove around through the crowd and Mindys friends. The music was turned off. Everyone starred at me and then at Frankie. Their looks were scary, speechless and intimidated. I turned around and saw that it was Chad who had put his hand on me. After looking into my eyes, he lowered his hand and carefully took a step back. I could see uncertainty in his gaze. Now I looked at Anika, Mindy and Tara. They seemed to share this feeling with him. But unlike Anika and Mindy, Tara wasn’t looking at me, she looked at Frankie.

"All right... we should go," said a calm and gentle voice to me. She made me feel like I had done nothing wrong. A feeling that drove me crazy. The person put an arm around my shoulder and pushed me towards the exit. My legs trembled and vibrated. The adrenaline was still there, but its effect was now completely different. My eyes fell on my feet, I had to see where I was taking my steps and then I saw red... it wasn't a bright stinging red. No, it was scarlet... so deep and gloomy that it was already Maroon. I raised my hands that I hardly felt. Like my dress, they were covered in blood. At that moment I was sure that my bones were broken.

"We called an ambulance," said Anika in the distance. I tried to see back. Back to the Frat house. But my eyes met Tara's. She gave me a gentle smile. It was really so minimal that you could hardly recognize it, but I could. I would have noticed any minimal change in her facial expressions. "Everything's fine..." she whispered to me and looked at the others behind her. Then the person who helped me out of the house turned me forward again "Don't look back". Only now did I realize who had actually helped me. It was Sam, Tara's sister. But where did she come from? She wasn't at the party. Suddenly everything became louder and louder, it was as if hundreds of bees were floating around in my head. I lost the strength in my legs and fell. The others rushed to my side for help. The buzzing was getting louder and louder. In pain, I pressed my hands on my ears and pinched my eyes. The hum turned into a roar. It sounded mechanical... then a loud honking.

I opened my eyes and grabbed my blanket. My eyes were firmly on the ceiling above me. With slow breathing, I tried to calm down "just a dream"

I was just in a phase in my life that had stirred up too many things from my past. First the realization of my trauma last year and now the healing process. Never before have I felt so vulnerable. I tried to hide the whole thing, to keep it to myself but I notice how I reach my limits. I want to talk to someone about it, say things out loud in my head but I can't... I'm too scared and that of myself. I have the feeling that I don't understand myself and that makes everything more confusing. But I'm not stupid, I've been able to puzzle and analyze the individual things i noticed about myself well together so far.

Violence. Anger. These were two aspects that I was not affected by years ago. But now that my wounds had opened and I was bleeding again. I can feel her poisoning my body more and more. It feels good... but with the thought of being trapped in my head and isolated from other people... I'm not sure if I'm on the right track. First of all, these violent thoughts and dreams scared me... now I only hope to be exposed to a situation in which I can let my dark self run wild.

I think my dream says more than enough about the situation last night. Although I was there. But I wasn't present. In my mind, I was updrifted. Tried to distinguish my scenarios in my head with what really happened and to focus on acting correctly. If I hadn't thought too much yesterday, then who knows. Then I would probably really be in the hospital with broken hands and the hope that Frankie didn't survived.

The taste of warm milk with a gentle note of coffee hit my tongue when I put my lips on the coffee cup in my hand, carefully I took a sip of it. Slowly I looked at my cell phone to look at the time.

10:15 am

I still had 15 minutes until my appointment with the therapist would begin. But just as I turned the street and saw Dr. Stone's house, I stopped abruptly. The entrance gate of his practice was closed with blocking tape and several police officers stood on the side of the road. As soon as one of the policemen had noticed me, he approached me with a strict attitude. His eyes true darkness but in the light of the sun I could see green speckles in it. "Are you y/n l/n?" I nodded to him and looked past his shoulder. Two people with black bomber jackets on whose forensic was written on it went under the barrier tape. My eyes widened, but before I could say anything, the policeman interrupted me.

"You have been a patient of Dr. Stone, we have to ask you to come to the station with us and make a statement" I immediately agreed with him, I didn't feel like starting a discussion with him here.

When I reached the station, the policeman led me directly to one of the interrogation rooms, but I didn't seem to be alone there. My look hit Tara's then Sam's. Confused, I looked at her, both rails sharing this feeling with me. Although I could also see some trouble in Sam's dark eyes. "l/n please sit down..." said the slightly older detective who sat opposite the two. The only free seat was next to Tara, so I sat down to her without a word. I literally felt the eyes of the three following each of my movements.

I only briefly saw the pictures on the table. Crime scene pictures... two students from my film course... my professor and my therapist. What the hell was going on here? And why were Sam and Tara here? Unconsciously, my hands began to sweat. I put down my backpack and now took a closer look at the pictures, now I noticed the Ghostface mask. I tightened my eyebrows and looked at the detective.

"Y/N... I can call you that, can I?" The detective asked me. I gave him an annoyed look, I didn't like this situation at all. "In any case, you are a patient of Dr. Christopher Stone, is that true?" Tensed I crossed my arms and nodded silently. I noticed a surprised look from Sam. "Is it true that you regularly visit him because of your violence?" What the hell comes to his mind?! Did he just release my private patient data in front of two complete strangers? My pulse grew. I slowly pressed my nails into my arms and tried to keep myself calm. "You're kidding me, aren't you? You just release the data of my patients' files?" If eyes could kill, then it would have happened to him. There was no reaction from him. I looked speechless at Tara and Sam... finally I explained "seriously why don't you talk to me alone instead of addressing that in front of the two... already heard of data protection? Legally, you shouldn't do that" the detective didn't pay any attention to me and interrupted eye contact with me, he pushed a file in my direction and continued "through your past, your patient file and the events of yesterday you are one of our first suspects" Now Sam spoke in between "we don't have to listen to this... let's go" she wanted to get up but the detective gave her a strict look. "is it true that you were together last night?" Confused, Tara said "we were all at the party, yes... after that situation in the park our paths separated" the next moment the detective held a cell phone in our face. On it you can see Sam, who was irritated by the students and I stood with Anika in the background.

The detective exhaled far and said "what I want to say, Y/N you are just one of our suspects and you Carpenters, can't go anywhere you have witnessed the murder in the Bordega”.

I sighed and looked at him crooked "could someone tell me what the hell is going on here? Instead of exposing my mental health and suspecting myself for something I don't know about yet!" Suddenly I felt a little warmth on my elbow. Tara had striped me with her finger. Probably an attempt to calm me down. I thought very attentively of her, but I was so in rage mode that I couldn't enjoy this little gesture.

"Sam and Tara got a call from Ghostface, a few seconds later they were chased on the street by Ghostface and attacked there-" I interrupted him and looked worriedly at Tara, then at Sam "oh my God are you okay? The corners of Sam's mouth lifted slightly. I came to my senses and said excitedly "stupid question otherwise you guys wouldn’t be here..." Tara escaped a smile and I felt how she briefly pressed my arm "in any case Miss L/n" the detective began strictly and gave me a cool look "the two students from your course probably had their own plan and killed your professor... but who killed the boys? We are sure that another Ghostface has taken over the game and so the question remains who could that be? You y/n attend the same course... are close to the circle of friends of the Carpenters and, according to the statements, went home alone after the situation in the park. This morning you were at the crime scene of Dr. Stone... I doubt it's a coincidence" I shook my head "you know… i don’t give a fuck, apart from how bad and unprofessional you did your job, I will leave the interrogation now. And no, you can't force me without an official notice from the judge... I'm going" I didn't hesitate long when I took my backpack and stormed the door out followed by Sam and Tara. Before I reached the exit of the police station, a woman with short blond hair came to meet me. Suddenly my anger was pale. A broad grin formed on my lips, I had torn my eyes open in surprise when I closed the person directly into my arms "Kirby, what are you doing here?" She pressed me gently and went back. A warm smile was visible when she stroked my shoulder "Ghostface... I got the case directly when I heard about it"

"Kirby?" echoed from behind. We both looked back and met Sam's surprised face. The detective asked confusedly, "Do you know each other?" Sam nodded "we were together at the woodsborrow high, she was a senior and I was a freshmen." Now Kirby breathed out stressed "as much as I'm happy to see you, but the circumstances couldn't be worse" Sam shook her head and grabbed Tara's hand "not now... we're going" and then she stormed past me, Tara gave me a look at the said come immediately I followed them and when we crossed the doors of the police station we were surrounded by paparazzi "Tara, you feel safe near your sister?!" One called. We were just pushing ourselves through the crowd. I wanted to part from the two again, but Tara grabbed my hand and showed me that I should go with them. We were lucky that a taxi was ready for departure. But then a loud and energy-charged voice sounded behind us "Gale Weathers channel 4"

And then this tension was there. But she didn't come from me. She came from Sam and Tara. Slowly, Tara's grip around my hand became lighter until her hand no longer held mine.

„Do you ladies think, you’re the reason the Ghostface killer came to big Apple?“

Sam sighed and took the next moment to the blow. The paparazzi crowd escaped an "oh!" But Gale skillfully wiped out Sam's blow and smiled at her broadly.

„Nice try sweetie but I’ve done this dance before”

And then the punch came out of nowhere. He hit her hard. I didn't know if I should laugh or be shocked. Tara had punched Gale fucking Weathers in the face! Damn and I was there live! Again, an "oh!" escaped the crowd. Shocked, Gale held her cheek firmly on which she had hit Tara. There was this aggressive presence that Tara radiated when she leaned forward and said "stay away from us" and ran towards the taxi.

Gale followed us "are you still mad at me?" Sam abruptly turned around "you said you wouldn't write a book about what happened! And then you wrote a book about what happened"

Gale sighed and moved her head to the side without understanding. "Aw come'on someone was going to write about it. It's what I do!"

Tara said coolly "I heard you signed movie rights" Gale stuttered briefly, then continued "it's all about true crimes and limited series these days"

"After everything we went through together" began Sam and said with a disappointed tone "what would Dewey think?" You could see the moment of Realisation in Gales eyes but she said "that's a low blow"

"What's a low blow? You called me unstable and a born killer" Gale pulled up her shoulders "that's taken out of context"

„That’s literally a quote!“

Then Tara seemed to say something about it, but to be honest, I didn't understand what she was saying. And not because it was too loud, because I was still impressed by the punch to Gales face. If the crowd filmed that... then I would watch it again and again. Whatever Tara said, it made us run again but Gale followed us "I talked to Sidney" both Carpenters quickly turned around, Tara took a step towards Gale and said "she's not coming aren't she?"

Gale shook her head "no, she send her love but she's taking mark and the kids some safe place. She deserves to have her happy ending"

Sam was mumbling something I couldn’t hear this time. She turned around and said to me „you coming with us, get in the car“ While Gale called after her "hey i Wanne catch that fucker as much as you do!"

Tara turned around, her hand on the door of the taxi „maybe or maybe your just afraid without Ghostface in your life you gonna fade away”

She got into the taxi and we drove off. My feelings were totally confused. At first I was angry, then amused and now slightly turned on by Tara. This punch was probably the best I had seen today and I still had to struggle not to laugh. But now I had to suppress my desire, there wasn't a more inappropriate moment like this... but damn that was so hot.

Hope you guys could enjoy :) I’m trying my best with the translator ✌🏻💕

[maochira]

800 follower event: Day 6 (Tabito Karasu x reader)

"Only in the streets of yesterday, I think you can still be heard mocking lovers."

Day 5 (Yukimiya x reader) - event list

Tags: gn!reader x Karasu, best friends to lovers, use of a few swear words, the event is over tomorrow already??

You and Karasu used to be part of a bigger friend group, but slowly all your other friends drifted apart from you after getting into serious relationships until at some point, only the two of you were left. Because of that, you and Karasu used to spend a lot of time mocking them for falling so deeply in love with someone. To you, it always seemed ridiculous and childish. Because who needs love when you can have a friendship as great as this? Who would need some sappy lovey-dovey shit when you have the time of your life with your best friend?

Mocking the friends who found more joy in their romantic relationships rather than in your friend group turned into mocking any couple you saw anywhere, no matter if you walked past one or if a character in a movie you watched together fell in love with someone - the jokes you made were seemingly endless.

But at some point, you started craving the things you and Karasu were making fun of all the time. It wasn't necessarily the super romantic stuff, but mostly you craved being loved like this by someone. That someone happened to be Karasu in your case.

For months, it was a struggle for you to genuinely recognize these feelings and then you had the struggle of talking to Karasu about it. There was always this fear in the back of your head about destroying your friendship or him just laughing at you as soon as you'd confess your feelings to him. That's why you decided to keep silent and wait for the day when your romantic feelings would fade.

But when Karasu's jokes kept getting harsher and harsher, they only ended up hurting your feelings until you couldn't keep it in anymore. "Stop making fun of love when I feel like this about you!" Was what you yelled so he'd stop joking about the couple you just walked by. It was on impulse without much thought, so you regretted it the moment the last word left your mouth. Karasu was completely caught off guard because he would have never expected a confession in a moment like this, but even less would he have expected a confession from you.

After that, everything between you and Karasu was a bit of an emotional roller coaster. You were afraid of destroying the friendship and Karasu was unsure if he wanted to be in a romantic relationship with you. For days, you didn't talk to each other and you were almost certain everything was over.

But while Karasu spent more time on his own instead of hanging out at your place like he usually did almost every day, he realized how he liked you in the same way. His jokes becoming harsher was more of a coping mechanism because he never expected you to like him in this way. He actually always thought you'd fall for someone else one day and leave him behind like all our other friends did. Maybe he always tried to use his jokes as a way to prevent you from falling in love with anyone. But despite that, you obviously ended up falling for each other.

Karasu felt bad for the way he ended up hurting you with his jokes, so he wanted to make it up to you. One day, he randomly showed up in front of your house and instead of ringing the doorbell like any other normal person would do, he kept throwing something at your window. You didn't properly recognize what it was until you looked outside to see him with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. As soon as you opened the window, he threw the item again and you almost didn't catch it. It was a cute crow plushie. When you looked back outside, Karasu confessed his love to you, and he yelled it so loud you were sure half of your neighbourhood heard it. But that's exactly what he wanted: Everyone should know how much he loves you.

And that's pretty much how you started dating. The beginning was a bit cliche and a bit out of character for the two of you because it was just too cute, considering the way you usually acted around each other. But you quickly fell back into that, just the romantic love got added on top. You and Karasu are still best friends, but you're partners as well - and you know you'd never leave the other for anyone else.

[ayatoismyhusband]

OH, DILUC!

smut

diluc x fem reader

warnings: smut, drunk sex, mentions of alcohol, jealousy

You have been friends with Diluc for some time, you have always seen him as a simple and shy boy. He liked you for some time, but he never showed any signs of liking you, on the contrary, he was talking to all kinds of girls. He kept telling you that he liked a girl, so you didn't have the courage to tell him anything to his face, you thought he was in love with Jean, and every day that passed you were sadder and sadder. What you didn't know was that, every night when you went to the tavern, Diluc noticed you, and seeing that your spark disappeared, he felt sad. He didn't know what was happening to you, when he met you you radiated happiness and you were all smiles, but now he didn't recognize you anymore.

One evening, at Angel's Share you drank more than usual to drown your bitterness in alcohol.He noticed you this time too, his eyes were fixed on you and your actions, and the moment you kissed Kaeya put a lid on it. He wanted to beat him to death, but he was not at fault, and neither were you, you were drunk, you were not aware of your actions, and in the end you were just friends.

Kaeya was confused, just like his brother, he liked you, and you could see that from a post, he always flirted with you, but you refused him every time, and now, when you kissed him, it was like a shock for him.

After the incident you immediately went home, Diluc running after you, ignoring the people entering the tavern. He reached you from behind and caught you in a tight hug. You were ashamed, you didn't want him to see your face, but when he whispered your name, you instinctively looked at him. His crimson eyes were fixed on you, not in a mean way, he was worried about you and you could read it in his eyes. You felt bad because you had just kissed his brother, a brother with whom he is not on the best terms, you were ashamed to look into his eyes, but, you had no choice. His big hand was on your cheek and neck forcing you to look at him. His thumb caressed your cheek while his eyes couldn't leave yours. Your heart was pounding, so was his, you were both equally excited. It was the first time you saw him like that, without the hardness in his eyes that he always wore, you felt like you were falling in love with him again, only now there was pure, honest feelings, not just a childish crush, it was true love, and you both felt it.

"Why did you run away like that?" he broke the silence. "I felt horrible for kissing Kaeya, especially in front of you" He knew what you were talking about, he finally figured it out, because he wasn't stupid, no words were needed, your actions matched each other, and he solved the mystery. "Diluc.. I lo-" He didn't let you finish your sentence because he pulled you into a passionate and full of feelings kiss. You answered the kiss by placing your hands on the back of his neck. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, your hands going through his fire red hair. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to yours "Me too..." he whispered. You were close to Dawn Winery, his house, and he invited you to spend the night there and you accepted without hesitation.

He pulled you into his room and laid you on his huge bed. You knew what was going to happen and you wanted him as much as he wanted you, and even though he didn't ask you, he knew what was on your mind every time. He started undressing you slowly, placing kisses on your bra covered breasts. "It looks uncomfortable, I think you'd be better off without it" and without thinking twice, he took off your bra, releasing your perfect breasts. He started sucking your nipples and teasing them, he wanted this night to be only about you and your pleasure. Then, he went down with kisses on your tummy , leaving some marks that would color your skin for a few days. He pulled your pants down, followed by your soaked panties which he smelled, then threw them on the floor with the rest of your clothes. You were ashamed, to stand like that in front of him, naked. And, the moment he put his face between your legs, you instinctively squeezed them. "Legs spread, let me taste you, I bet you're just as sweet on the bottom lips as you are on the top" You were red in the face, and you didn't know how to connect two words anymore, you were completely stuck, and, at the moment you felt his wet muscle licking your area, you couldn't help it and moaned muffled. Not that it bothered him, after all his goal was to give you pleasure, and once he heard you moan he started sucking on your clit, and his hands were squeezing your thighs, you will probably have some bruises tomorrow. Your moans were getting louder and louder, your hands being tangled in his long and thick hair. You were so close to come, and at the moment he touched your sensitive spot, came with a loud moan, pulling Diluc by his hair. "Ride my face" he said without hesitation, and you listened to him. He layed down on the soft bed, and you sat on his face. You were afraid of being too heavy or suffocating him, but that was his last problem, he would eat you out all night if he was after him. He devours you like a cake you couldn't get enough of, making you come almost instantly. He loved the feeling of being between your soft thighs and being intoxicated with your scent, he was in paradise. "I suppose you're wet enough." He stood up to take off his pants, and your eyes fell on his bulge. Your cheeks were on fire, and the moment he released his boner from his boxers and pants that were way too tight, your eyes widened "How is he supposed to fit in?" you thought.

Diluc tries to penetrate you slowly, without causing you too much pain, unfortunately it's kind of impossible because of his size. "If it hurts, tell me" You could only nod your head, it hurt, but you didn't want him to stop, you wanted him badly. The pain was too much but you endured, the pain slowly turning into pleasure. "Faster" you said without thinking,Diluc smiled, starting to fuck you faster. Your moans filled the room "Louder, I beg you!" Slowly, your love match has become one of wild sex, but both of you will love it like crazy. Good thing you were alone at home, because Kaeya would only have heard his brother's name from your mouth. After you both came, you fell into bed and fell asleep cuddling each other.

The next day, you went home early, you didn't know what was between you and Diluc because he hadn't asked you anything, you must have been drunk, but you remembered perfectly what happened last night.

Diluc was worried that he woke up without you, he looked for you all over the house, but all he could find was Kaeya who was planning to invite you out.

Diluc thought that he would clear things up with you tonight, because you will come to the tavern, and he was right, you did come. The problem was that you didn't come alone, Kaeya was with you, he invited you to have a drink together, and you accepted, because you didn't have a relationship, even though you loved Diluc, you felt used. Kaeya was too close to you, but you didn't object either, you suspected that Diluc was following your movements, and you were right, he was following everything you did, especially since you were next to his brother. He sat calmly at the bar and looked at you until Kaeya kissed you and wanted to go for a walk with you. That was the moment that filled the glass. For the first time in his life, he wanted to cry and he felt guilty that he didn't ask you if you wanted to be together, he did not judge you because you chose Kaeya, after all, it was his fault.

After a short time you returned to the tavern alone and sat down on a chair in front of the bar to see Diluc better. "What are we?" you asked looking straight into his eyes. "Nothing. You are with Kaeya and I will respect that" "But I don't like him, we went for a walk and we talked, I told him I have feelings for you, I hurt him, I'm not proud of it, but I wouldn't be with someone I don't have feelings for. So, I ask one more time, one last time, what are we?" "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" "Yes, of course I want to", you answered without hesitation and jumped on him.