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mythicalmaven · 4 months ago

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Revealed Desires - Lando Norris

(This is a sequel to Secret Desires, but could also be read separately)

Here is part two of the requested oneshot! I loved writing it so much, that I needed to write a part two! It accidentally turned out WAY longer than I intended, but I love how it turned out! Hope y'all like it! Please let me know if you did! :)

Masterlist This is part two of this one (reading the previous part is advised for more context lol, but you technically could read it separately) ↳pairing: Lando Norris x f!verstappen!reader ↳word count: 8,9K ↳Summary: In which the story continues after the reader (Max Verstappen's twin sister) had a rather interesting text exchange with & FaceTime call with her best friend Lando Norris after he had drunkenly texted her about his sexual fantasies about her. ↳content warnings: reader is Max Verstappen's twin sister, Lando is her best friend, but also more, friends to lovers, first kiss, sexual tension, teasing, dirty talk, smut, 18+ content (MDNI!), explicit sexual content, handjob, blowjob, oral sex f!receiving, orgasm denial, p in v, making love, praise kink,

It had been a few hours since that intimate phone call with you, and yet the giddy sensation still coursed through Lando's veins like wildfire. He obviously still felt incredibly embarrassed about drunk texting you the way he did, but it lead to something great. Something he enjoyed so much, he can't put it into words. The knowledge that you felt the same way about him had turned the usually composed British driver into a lovesick puppy, unable to wipe the goofy grin off his face. He'd been in love with you for quite some time, but now that his feelings were out in the open, everything felt more intense, more real.

Since that call, Lando had managed to shower, get dressed, and gather his things to hang out with a few of the guys at Charles’ place. But the whole time, he’d been distracted, replaying every moment of your conversation, every breathy word exchanged, over and over in his mind.

By the time he arrived at Charles' house and plopped down onto the couch, the weight of it all—how much his life had changed in a few short hours—settled in. But just as he began to sink into his thoughts, he felt a pair of familiar eyes boring into him.

Max was staring at him, that infuriatingly smug grin stretching across his face. "Good morning, Mr. Casanova," Max teased, the humor in his voice impossible to miss as he watched Lando try to hide within the collar of his hoodie.

"Oh god, please, shut up," Lando groaned, pulling the hood further over his face in a futile attempt to disappear. "I don't even remember half of what I said to you last night."

Charles, who had perched himself on the armrest of the couch, took a casual sip of his coffee. The amusement radiating off him was palpable as he clapped a hand on Lando’s shoulder. "Unfortunately for you, Max remembers all of it."

Max leaned back into the cushions, making a dramatic gagging sound as if to punctuate his point. "I wish I could forget some of the things you said, mate," he chuckled. "But I have to admit, some of it was pretty funny. Adorable, even."

Lando's face flushed a deep crimson, his stomach twisting with embarrassment. "Do I even want to know what I said?" he mumbled, his voice barely audible as he avoided the eyes of both his friends.

Charles set his coffee cup down on the table, his expression turning thoughtful. "Well," he began, running a hand through his hair, "you started out pretty innocent. You were going on about how head over heels you are for her—though I can’t recall the exact words, it was clear enough."

Lando groaned again, his face burning with shame as he sank further into the couch. "God, Max, I’m so sorry," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I never wanted you to find out like this."

Max raised his eyebrows, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "You really think I didn’t already know you were in love with my sister?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle. "You’ve been obvious for a while now, even when you weren’t drunk off your ass."

Lando’s eyes widened in shock, his heart skipping a beat. "A-Are… you s-serious?" he stammered, unable to believe what he was hearing.

Charles rolled his eyes, smirking. "Dude, you stare at her more than you do your own race car," he teased. "And let’s not forget that your entire way of talking to each other is just… well, flirting."

Lando felt his heart rate pick up, a mix of relief and mortification washing over him. "Oh," he muttered, his voice small.

"But if that was the innocent part," Lando began, dreading the answer, "what in god's name were the other things I said?"

Max snorted, leaning forward with a grin. "Well, once you were really wasted, you didn’t even seem to notice I was there anymore," he began, the disgust creeping back into his voice. "You were pretty much ranting to Charles about how hot she is and how you’d kill to see her naked."

Charles burst out laughing, almost spilling his coffee in the process. "Hey! Don’t leave out the best part," he chuckled, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "You also said that if you had the chance, you’d fuck her on every single piece of furniture in your house."

Max made a dramatic gagging noise again, waving his hands in front of his face. "Okay, enough, ew," he protested, though the laughter in his voice was unmistakable. "We’re talking about my twin sister here, remember?"

Lando buried his face in his hands, sinking so far into the couch he thought he might disappear entirely. "Fucking hell," he muttered, staring up at the ceiling in defeat. "I really am a gigantic idiot."

Max’s laughter subsided into a low chuckle as he leaned back into the cushions. "Well, spilling the beans on your feelings was one thing, but I’m curious how you’re going to talk your way out of this with her," he said, his tone a mix of amusement and curiosity. "You kept going on about needing to text her about something 'very private.'"

Lando groaned again, this time so deeply it resonated in his chest. "Please don’t remind me," he mumbled, knowing all too well what Max was referring to.

Max grinned, clearly enjoying every second of Lando’s discomfort. "So, after I dragged your sorry ass home, I decided to give her a little heads up," he continued, his voice dripping with teasing humor. "But she told me it was a little too late because, apparently, you had already sent her quite the intense text."

Charles, who had been taking another sip of his coffee, choked on it immediately, coughing violently as he tried to suppress his laughter. "Mon dieu," he managed to gasp out between coughs, his face turning red from the effort. "What the heck did you even text her? Did you send her a nude or something?"

Before Lando could even process the question, Max threw his hands up in the air. "Don’t answer that while I’m in the room! I don’t even want to know!" he exclaimed, half laughing, half horrified. "We’re talking about my twin sister here! I need more coffee."

With that, Max got up and headed towards the kitchen, leaving Lando and Charles alone in the living room.

Charles eyed Lando with a raised eyebrow, the teasing smirk never leaving his face. "Now, do tell," he urged, clearly eager to hear the juicy details.

Lando sighed, running a hand through his messy curls. "God, I don’t even want to think about it," he muttered, his voice filled with both regret and reluctant amusement. "I cringe at myself every time I read it back."

Charles chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Did you at least talk to her about it?" he asked, his tone becoming more serious. "I mean, considering you’re not sulking in a corner, I assume she doesn’t hate you now, right?"

Lando felt the heat rise to his cheeks again, a small, embarrassed smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Ehm… yeah, we talked about it," he admitted, his voice trailing off as he tried to downplay the situation.

Charles’ eyes widened in surprise, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "Oh my god, you guys did not…" he started, his voice dripping with playful accusation.

Lando hesitated, biting his lip. "Maybe," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Charles burst out laughing, clapping Lando on the back with a hearty smack. "So, let me get this straight," he began, still chuckling. "You got wasted, accidentally sexted your best friend, and she… liked it? And then you pretty much continued the conversation? Do you even remember a thing of it, or is your text history your only proof?"

Lando’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he avoided Charles’ gaze, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Ehm… it might’ve happened this morning through text… then later through FaceTime," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Charles let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Nice job, mate," he said, his tone filled with both amusement and genuine admiration. "Better not tell Max that you had literal phone sex with his twin sister."

Before Lando could respond, they heard Max’s voice echoing from the kitchen. "God, I really did not want to hear that," Max groaned, his tone laced with exasperation.

Charles laughed again, turning his attention back to Lando. "Well, now that you’ve crossed that line, what’s the next step?" he asked, his tone more serious now. "Are you going to talk to her about where this is going?"

Lando let out a long sigh, leaning back into the couch as he tried to collect his thoughts. "I mean… yeah, I guess I have to," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I can’t just pretend like nothing happened."

Charles nodded, his expression turning thoughtful. "You’re right," he agreed. "But, honestly, it sounds like you two are already on the same page. You just need to have an actual conversation about it."

Lando nodded, feeling a mix of anxiety and anticipation swirling in his chest. "Yeah… I know, we talked about if for a little.." he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I admitted my feelings to her. We did kind of agree to starting something real once she's back in Monaco"

Charles gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, his smile softening. "That's good"

"Yeah, I actually have to pick her up from the airport tomorrow" he told Charles, a hint of something else in his voice "I would lie if I said I wasn't nervous about it. Just scared that she might come to the conclusion that she regrets it, once she sees me in real life again"

*The following day*

Lando sat in his car at the airport, his nerves doubling with each passing second. His fingers fumbled restlessly in his lap as he tried—and failed—to calm himself down. He had spent the entire night tossing and turning, his mind racing with thoughts of how he should greet you when you finally arrived. Despite offering numerous times to meet you at the gate, to carry your suitcases like a gentleman, you had refused each one with a teasing smile, insisting that you were "a big girl" and could manage on your own. Now, he wondered if he had been too pushy, if maybe he should have backed off and given you more space.

As he waited, Lando’s mind continued to wage a war against itself. Should he just hug you like he always did, keeping things light and familiar? Or should he throw caution to the wind and kiss you, putting everything on the line? The thought of kissing you, of finally feeling your lips on his after all these years of longing, made his heart race. But what if you didn’t want that? What if you pulled away, leaving him to wallow in his embarrassment?

His internal debate was abruptly cut short by the sound of a knock on his window. Lando looked up, his heart skipping a beat as he met your eyes. There you were, standing just outside his car, a soft smile on your lips. That smile—the one that always made his chest tighten—sent a wave of warmth through him. He quickly opened the door, jumping out to help you with your luggage.

"Hi," you murmured softly, echoing the way you had greeted him during your FaceTime call. The familiarity of your voice, that gentle tone, sent a shiver down his spine.

Lando smiled back, feeling the tips of his fingers brush against yours as you both reached for the handle of your suitcase. The slight contact sent a jolt of electricity up his arm, and he had to resist the urge to pull you into his arms right then and there. He inhaled deeply, trying to steady his breathing, but the proximity, the way you looked at him, made it impossible to think straight.

"Fuck this," he muttered under his breath, the words slipping out before he could stop them. In a swift movement, he reached up, sliding his fingers around the back of your neck, his thumb gently brushing against your jaw. The world seemed to slow down as he tilted your face up toward his, his heart pounding in his chest as he finally closed the distance between you.

When his lips met yours, it was like every pent-up emotion, every moment of longing, exploded into that kiss. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a confession, a release, an answer to all the questions that had been swirling in his mind. His fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you closer as he let himself get lost in the sensation of finally, finally, kissing the one girl he had been in love with for what felt like forever.

Your response was immediate and overwhelming. You released the suitcase from your grip, one of your hands moved up to tangle in his curls, pulling him closer, while the other slid down to cover his hand, guiding it to your waist. The heat of your body against his was intoxicating, and Lando felt like he was drowning in you, in the softness of your lips, in the way you seemed to melt into him.

As your kiss deepened, Lando could feel your breath hitch, your body pressing even closer to his as if you couldn’t get enough. He took the invitation, gently parting your lips with his, and when your tongues met, it was like a spark igniting a wildfire. His hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him as he backed you up against the side of the car. The cool metal of the car against your back contrasted with the heat between you, making you gasp softly into the kiss.

Every touch, every brush of your lips, every flick of your tongue sent shivers down Lando’s spine. He could feel your heartbeat against his chest, could hear the soft, breathy sounds you made as the kiss grew more urgent. His hands roamed your back, sliding up to cup your face, then back down to your waist, as if trying to memorize every curve, every inch of you. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you, completely lost in each other.

You responded with equal fervor, your hands exploring the expanse of his back, his shoulders, as you gave in to the overwhelming pull of desire that had been building between you for so long. The way Lando kissed you—desperate yet tender, with a mix of hunger and reverence—made your heart swell with emotion. It was as if he was pouring all his love, all his need, into that kiss, and you couldn’t help but respond in kind.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting together as you tried to steady your racing hearts. Lando’s fingers played with a stray strand of your hair, his touch feather-light as he whispered, "Sorry if that was too straightforward. I just… I couldn’t help myself."

You giggled softly, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. "Lan, we both know we crossed the 'too straightforward' line already when you sent me that one text," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Lando’s cheeks flushed a deep red, his gaze dropping to the ground as he muttered, "Shut up."

But you weren’t about to let him get away that easily. Smiling, you tilted his chin up with your finger, forcing him to meet your gaze before leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. "Hey, I never said I was complaining" you murmured against his lips, your voice filled with affection.

Lando felt a surge of relief wash over him, his lips curling into a smile against yours. All the tension, all the nerves, seemed to melt away in that moment, replaced by a warmth that spread through his entire being. As you pulled back slightly, his eyes searched yours, finding only the same affection and desire that he felt reflected back at him.

"Now, let's get this stuff in the car and head back to my place. Because I think we both waited long enough now, don't you think?" you teased him, your fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt.

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As Lando and you finally settled into the car, the engine's quiet hum filled the space, a stark contrast to the roaring thoughts and desires that swirled between you. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the kind that made every breath feel heavier, every glance more charged. The drive back to your place had never felt so excruciatingly long, and the unspoken understanding between you made the tension all the more palpable.

You both tried to keep the conversation light, casual even, but it was impossible to ignore the undercurrent of desire that crackled between you like static electricity. Lando gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, his knuckles turning white as he navigated through the city streets. He stole glances at you whenever he thought you weren’t looking, his mind racing with thoughts of what would happen once you finally reached your apartment.

“So, did you miss me?” you teased, your voice playful yet laced with something deeper.

Lando chuckled, his voice strained as he responded. “Miss you?” He shot you a sidelong glance, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “Yeah, something like that.”

Your hand slowly inched its way over to his thigh, resting lightly at first, but enough to make him shift in his seat. You could feel the muscle tense beneath your fingers, his reaction immediate and telling. You didn’t miss the way his breath hitched, or the subtle clenching of his jaw as he tried to maintain his focus on the road.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and warning, though you could hear the underlying strain, the barely restrained desire.

“Nothing,” you replied innocently, your fingers beginning to trace small, teasing circles on his thigh, gradually moving closer to where you knew he was most sensitive. “Just… thinking.”

“Thinking?” Lando’s voice had dropped to a husky whisper, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried—and failed—to ignore the effect your touch was having on him. “About what, exactly?”

You leaned in closer, your breath warm against his ear as you whispered, “About how long this drive is taking. Don’t you think it’s… too long?”

Lando let out a low, frustrated groan, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before he forced them open again, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “You’re killing me, you know that?”

You giggled softly, the sound filled with a mix of mischief and satisfaction. Your hand moved higher, your fingers brushing against the growing bulge in his pants, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. He glanced over at you, his eyes darkening with lust, and you could see the tension in his expression, the way he was barely holding himself together.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, your voice dripping with mock innocence, though the wicked glint in your eyes betrayed your intentions.

“Fuck…” Lando cursed under his breath, his hips involuntarily jerking forward at the contact. “You’re going to make me crash this car if you keep that up.”

But despite his words, he didn’t make any move to stop you. Instead, he shifted slightly in his seat, almost as if inviting you to continue. The knowledge that you had this kind of power over him, that you could unravel him with just a few touches, sent a thrill through you, your own arousal growing with each passing second.

As your hand pressed more firmly against him, Lando couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped his lips, low and guttural, filled with the kind of raw need that made your stomach tighten with anticipation. The sound of it, the way his body responded so helplessly to your touch, only fueled your desire, your own breath becoming shallow as you leaned in closer.

“I think you like this,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear as you spoke, your hand slowly, deliberately, palming him through his jeans. You could feel him hardening beneath your touch, and the thought of what was to come made your own body ache with need.

“Fuck, you’re right,” Lando admitted, his voice rough and strained. He let out another soft moan, his hips shifting again, seeking more of your touch despite his earlier protests. “But you’re also going to regret teasing me like this.”

“Is that a threat?” you teased, your hand now fully exploring the outline of his erection, your fingers pressing just hard enough to drive him crazy, but not enough to satisfy.

“Consider it a promise,” Lando growled, his voice thick with lust. The tension in the car was nearly unbearable now, every second feeling like an eternity as you continued to push him closer to the edge.

The rest of the drive was a torturous mix of heated touches and ragged breaths, the air thick with anticipation. Every kilometer that separated you from your apartment seemed to stretch on forever, amplifying the tension that crackled between you. Lando’s eyes flicked from the road to your hand on his bulge, watching as your fingers continued their slow, deliberate exploration. His breathing was uneven, the struggle to keep his focus on driving becoming increasingly difficult with each passing second.

You noticed how his grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles white, the strain evident in every line of his body. His jaw was clenched, his gaze forward, but you could see the way his eyes darkened, how his breath hitched every time your fingers palmed over the bulge straining against his jeans.

“You’re awfully quiet, Lando,” you teased, your voice low and sultry, your fingers tracing the outline of his erection with maddening slowness. “Cat got your tongue?”

Lando let out a shaky breath, his voice strained as he responded. “Trying to focus on not crashing the car, love,” he muttered, his words laced with a mixture of frustration and arousal. His eyes briefly met yours, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down your spine. “But you’re making that damn near impossible.”

You smiled, pleased with the effect you were having on him. Leaning in closer, your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered, “What would you do to me if we weren’t in this car right now?”

Lando’s breath hitched again, a soft groan escaping his lips as your words sent a surge of heat through him. He swallowed hard, his mind racing with images of all the things he wanted to do to you. “You really want to know?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone that made your pulse quicken.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, your hand pressing more firmly against his erection, eliciting another groan from him. “Tell me, Lando. What would you do if you had me all to yourself right now?”

Lando’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his grip on the wheel tightening as he tried to maintain control. “I’d start by pinning you against the wall,” he began, his voice thick with desire. “I’d kiss you until you were breathless, until you couldn’t think straight. And then I’d strip you down, piece by piece, until there was nothing between us.”

His words sent a thrill through you, your body reacting instantly to the vivid images he painted with his voice. You could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, the ache of wanting him becoming almost unbearable. “And then?” you prompted, your voice breathy, urging him to continue.

Lando swallowed hard, his hips shifting slightly under your touch. “Then I’d lay you down, spread you out for me,” he continued, his voice growing darker, more intense. “I’d take my time, kiss every inch of you, taste you until you’re begging for more.”

A soft whimper escaped your lips at his words, the need inside you flaring hotter with every second. “Fuck, Lando,” you breathed, your hand moving up to cup him more fully, feeling the hardness beneath your fingers. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”

“You think you’re the only one?” Lando shot back, his voice rough with arousal. He let out another low groan as you began to palm him through his jeans, his hips lifting slightly into your touch, seeking more. “Keep that up and we won’t even make it to your apartment.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the way you were affecting him. “Maybe that’s the idea,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his neck, your breath warm against his skin. “Maybe I want to see how much you can take.”

Lando let out a soft, desperate moan, his control slipping further with every touch, every word. “You’re fucking evil, you know that?” he groaned, his head falling back against the headrest as he gave in to the pleasure, his body reacting instinctively to your teasing. “But god, I love it.”

The tension in the car was nearly unbearable now, the air thick with the scent of arousal and the promise of what was to come. Every brush of your fingers, every shift of your body sent waves of desire crashing over both of you, making it almost impossible to think clearly.

As you continued to tease him, your own body was alight with need, every fiber of your being aching for him. The sight of Lando struggling to keep his composure, the way he was completely at your mercy, only fueled your desire, your own breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as you pressed your lips to his neck, feeling his pulse racing beneath your touch.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lando pulled up to your apartment building, the car coming to a sudden, jerky stop as he practically slammed on the brakes. He turned to you, his eyes dark and filled with a mixture of frustration and desire. “Get out of the car,” he commanded, his voice rough and strained, leaving no room for argument.

You didn’t need to be told twice. The moment you stepped out, Lando was there, his hands gripping your waist as he pushed you back against the car, his lips crashing onto yours with a desperate, almost frantic intensity. The kiss was hot, urgent, filled with all the pent-up desire that had been building between you for so long. His hands roamed your body, sliding down to your hips as he pressed himself against you, letting you feel the full extent of his arousal.

“You have no idea what you’re in for,” Lando murmured against your lips, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you even closer as his lips moved to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you moan softly.

“Then show me,” you whispered back, your voice trembling with anticipation as your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. “I want to feel everything.”

Lando groaned at your words, his control slipping further as he kissed his way down your neck, his hands sliding under your shirt, exploring the soft skin of your back. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as he nipped at your collarbone, making you gasp.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark with lust, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Without another word, he grabbed your hand, practically dragging you toward the entrance of the building. The anticipation was palpable, every step closer to your apartment only adding to the tension between you.

The elevator ride up was a blur of heated touches and frantic kisses, Lando’s lips never leaving your skin as he pressed you against the wall, his hands roaming your body with a mix of urgency and reverence. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured against your neck, his voice rough and filled with raw need.

“Me too,” you breathed, your voice trembling with desire as your hands explored the planes of his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Lando.”

His lips found yours again, this time slower, more deliberate, as if savoring the taste of you. The kiss was deep, consuming, and you could feel every ounce of his passion, his longing, in the way his tongue danced with yours, the way his hands gripped you as if he was afraid you might slip away.

When the elevator finally dinged at your floor, Lando wasted no time, pulling you out and down the hall toward your apartment. His impatience was evident in the way he fumbled with the keys, his hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline and lust coursing through his veins.

“You’re driving me insane,” he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and arousal as he finally managed to unlock the door. The moment it swung open, he had you inside, slamming it shut behind him as he pressed you up against it, his lips crashing onto yours once again.

The kiss was even more intense this time, fueled by the knowledge that there were no more interruptions, no more delays. This was it. You were finally alone, and nothing was going to stop what came next.

His hands were everywhere, sliding under your shirt, up your back, down to your thighs, as if he couldn’t decide where to touch you first. Every brush of his fingers against your skin sent jolts of pleasure through you, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, the anticipation becoming almost unbearable.

Lando’s lips left yours, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jawline to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver. “I’m going to make you pay for teasing me like that,” he whispered against your neck, his voice a low, seductive growl that made your heart race.

“I’m counting on it,” you replied breathlessly, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you pulled him even closer, your body aching with need.

And with that, any remaining restraint between you shattered, the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface finally boiling over as Lando’s hands and lips claimed every inch of you, leaving you both lost in the heat of the moment, eager to make up for all the time you had spent longing for each other.

When his lips left yours again, you barely had time to catch your breath before they were on your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. His hands continued their slow exploration, moving higher until they reached the curve of your breasts, his thumbs brushing teasingly over your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your bra.

A soft moan escaped your lips at the contact, your back arching slightly as you pressed into his touch. Lando’s breath was hot against your skin as he nipped at your collarbone, his hands moving to unhook your bra with practiced ease. The garment fell away, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze.

“You have no idea how much I want this,” Lando murmured against your skin, his voice low and filled with a mix of reverence and desire. His hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples as he captured your lips in another searing kiss.

“Then stop teasing,” you whispered against his lips, your voice trembling with anticipation as your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. “I want you, Lando.”

Lando groaned softly at your words, his resolve crumbling as his hands began to roam lower, sliding down your stomach to the waistband of your jeans. He unbuttoned them slowly, his fingers brushing against your skin as he tugged the fabric down your hips, leaving you in just your panties.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of you standing before him, half-naked and completely vulnerable. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe as his hands traced the curve of your hips, his thumbs brushing against the delicate lace of your panties.

Without another word, Lando’s hands moved to your thighs, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths along your skin, causing shivers to run down your spine. He stood in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs with agonizing slowness.

The cool air against your exposed skin only heightened your sensitivity, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. Lando’s hands moved back up your thighs, his touch firm yet gentle as he spread your legs wider. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to an exposed bit of skin, just behind your ear, before his fingers began their slow, torturous journey closer to your core.

Your breath hitched, your body trembling with need as his fingers hovered just above where you wanted them most. He teased you, his fingertips brushing lightly against your sensitive skin, drawing out soft whimpers from your lips. The tension in your body grew unbearable as Lando finally let his fingers slide through your wetness, his touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you.

He began to move his fingers with expert precision, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched your reactions, each moan, each gasp fueling his desire. His thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as his fingers delved deeper, the sensation building with every stroke. You could feel the pressure mounting, your body arching into his touch as you teetered on the edge of release.

But just as you were about to fall over the precipice, Lando’s movements slowed, his fingers pulling back, leaving you hanging in that unbearable space between pleasure and release. A frustrated whimper escaped your lips as you looked up at him, your body aching with the need for more.

But Lando only smirked up at you, his eyes filled with a mischievous glint. “That’s for teasing me in the car,” he teased, his voice low and filled with satisfaction as he slowly rose to his feet, his hands resting on your hips as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“You’re an asshole,” you whispered against his lips, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and determination as you reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it with trembling fingers. You pushed the fabric off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor before your hands moved to the waistband of his jeans.

But before you could undo the button, Lando’s hands were on you again, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you to the kitchen counter. He placed you on the cool surface, his hands sliding up your thighs as he positioned himself between your legs.

His lips were on yours again, hot and demanding, as his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if trying to memorize the feel of you. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with lust, his breathing heavy as he knelt down between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs as he spread you open before him.

The anticipation was almost unbearable as you watched him, his gaze locked on yours as he lowered his head, his lips brushing against your most sensitive spot. The first stroke of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your hands flying to his hair as you arched into him, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

Lando’s tongue moved with precision, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge, the pleasure building with every second. You could feel the heat pooling in your belly, your body trembling with the need for release as he continued to pleasure you with slow, deliberate movements.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, just when you were about to tip over the edge, once again, Lando pulled back, leaving you gasping for breath, your body aching with the need for more.

“Lando!” you cried out, your voice filled with frustration as you looked down at him, your chest heaving with the effort to catch your breath.

Lando only chuckled, a smug smile playing on his lips as he slowly rose to his feet, his hands resting on your hips as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “I told you I would make you regret teasing me,” he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with satisfaction as he nipped at your lower lip.

“You're lucky you're hot” you shot back, your voice trembling with a mix of frustration and determination as you reached for his jeans, unbuttoning them with your fingers. You pushed the fabric down his hips, letting it fall to the floor as you slid off the counter, your hands moving to his hips, guiding him against the kitchen counter, sinking to your knees.

Lando’s breath hitched as you knelt before him, your fingers teasing the waistband of his boxers as you looked up at him, a wicked glint in your eyes. “Is this what you want?” you asked, your voice low and sultry as your fingers brushed against his erection, the contact sending a shiver of pleasure through him.

“Please,” Lando groaned, his hands clutching at the counter behind him as he watched you, his eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and lust. “Don’t tease me.”

But you weren’t done with him yet. You wanted to make him feel the same frustration, the same desperation that he had made you feel. Slowly, deliberately, you began to kiss your way up his thigh, your lips brushing against his skin in a way that made his breath catch in his throat.

"You look so good, Lan. You make me so wet.” you whispered against his skin, your voice filled with a mix of challenge and desire as your fingers teased him, brushing against his erection but never quite touching him where he needed it most.

Lando’s hips jerked forward, a soft moan escaping his lips as he clutched at the counter, his control slipping further with every touch, every kiss. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice rough and strained. “You’re killing me.”

You smiled up at him, your hands finally sliding up to his boxers, pulling them down to free his aching length. The sight of him, hard and ready for you, sent a thrill of anticipation through you, your own arousal heightening as you took him in your hand, feeling the warmth and hardness of him against your palm.

Lando’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as you began to stroke him slowly, your movements deliberate and teasing. Your thumb brushed over the sensitive tip, gathering the bead of moisture there before sliding back down his length. His hips bucked slightly into your hand, a low groan escaping his lips as he watched you through half-lidded eyes, his gaze dark with lust.

“F-Fuck, that feels so good,” he muttered, his voice rough and thick with need. His hands gripped the counter behind him, knuckles white as he tried to maintain some semblance of control. But you could see the tension in his muscles, the way his body responded to every touch, every twist of your wrist.

You increased the pace slightly, your strokes becoming firmer, more purposeful as you worked him with your hand. Lando’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to keep his composure. “You like that?” you whispered, your voice sultry, dripping with seduction as you watched him with hooded eyes.

“God, yes,” Lando groaned, his head falling back as another moan slipped from his lips. “So fucking good.”

You smirked, your confidence growing with every sound of pleasure that escaped him. You changed your technique, your grip tightening slightly as you twisted your wrist at the top, your thumb rubbing over the sensitive underside of his tip in a way that made his hips jerk forward, his breath catching in his throat.

“Is this what you’ve been fantasizing about?” you asked, your voice low and teasing as you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his skin. “Thinking about me, touching you like this?”

Lando let out a shaky breath, his eyes squeezing shut as he struggled to find the words. “Yes,” he managed to choke out, his voice strained with the effort to hold back. “Every night. Fuck, you have no idea.”

You smiled, satisfied with his response as you continued to stroke him, your movements becoming a little faster, a little more intense. You could feel him throbbing in your hand, his body trembling with the need for release. “Do you want more, Lando?” you whispered, your lips brushing against the base of his length as you spoke, sending a shiver through him. “Do you want my mouth on you?”

Lando’s eyes flew open, the raw need in them making your own arousal spike. “Please,” he groaned, his voice a desperate plea. “I need it. I need you.”

His words sent a jolt of excitement through you, and without breaking eye contact, you slowly lowered your head, your lips parting as you took him into your mouth. The sensation of his hard length filling you, the taste of him on your tongue, was intoxicating, and you let out a soft moan as you began to move, your mouth working him with the same deliberate, teasing pace you had used with your hand.

Lando’s reaction was immediate, his hands flying to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he tried to maintain control. “Fuck,” he hissed, his hips bucking involuntarily as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

Encouraged by his praise, you began to move faster, your tongue swirling around him, flicking against the sensitive underside as you bobbed your head, taking him in as deep as you could. You could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his muscles tightened and quivered under your touch, his body responding to every flick of your tongue, every suction of your lips.

You placed your hands on the back of his thighs, your fingers digging into his flesh as you pulled him closer, encouraging him to let go, to give in to the pleasure. “Is this what you wanted?” you asked, pulling back just enough to speak, your voice breathy and filled with desire. “Is this what you’ve been dreaming about?”

“Yes,” Lando groaned, his voice strained as he fought to keep control. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

His words only spurred you on, and you resumed your pace, your mouth working him with more intensity, more urgency as you brought him closer to the edge. His breathing grew ragged, his moans becoming more frequent, more desperate as he hovered on the brink of release.

But just as you felt him start to tense, his body trembling with the need for release, you pulled back, letting him slip from your mouth with a teasing smile. Lando let out a frustrated groan, his head falling back as his hands tightened in your hair, the sensation of being so close yet denied driving him to the brink of madness.

“Fuck,” Lando breathed out, his voice laced with desperation. His eyes were half-lidded, darkened with lust as he looked down at you, still kneeling before him, that wicked glint in your eyes. “Why did you stop?”

“Two can play that game,” you whispered, your voice filled with playful challenge as you looked up at him, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his thigh. “How does it feel, Lando? To be so close and yet so far?”

Lando’s breath was ragged, his chest heaving as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and raw need. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, his voice rough with desperation, but there was a spark of amusement in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment that he was enjoying this, even if it was driving him crazy.

Lando let out a shaky breath, his hands moving to your waist as he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against yours in a brief, heated kiss. “Fucking hell, you have no idea what you do to me” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with need, his hands gripping your hips as he pressed you back against the counter.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the heat in his voice, the raw intensity of his words sending a surge of desire straight to your core. Lando’s lips met yours again, this time slower, more deliberate, as if he was savoring every second. His hands slid down to your thighs, lifting you slightly so he could press you even closer against the counter, his body flush against yours. You responded eagerly, your hands threading through his hair, tugging lightly as you deepened the kiss, your tongue teasingly flicking against his.

You could feel the tension building between you, the need to be even closer, but you couldn’t resist playing with him just a little more. You nipped at his lower lip, pulling back slightly to murmur against his mouth, “You’re holding back, Lando. What’s wrong? Afraid you can’t handle a little teasing?”

Your words drew a low, frustrated growl from him, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked at you, the playful spark in your gaze only spurring him on. “Oh, I can handle it,” he replied, his voice a rough whisper, full of promise. And with that, he closed the distance between you in an instant, his hands grabbing you by the waist as he lifted you off the ground, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom.

Your laughter echoed through the kitchen as Lando carried you towards the bedroom, his grip on you firm, yet gentle, as if he couldn’t bear to let you go. The intensity in his eyes sent a thrill through you, your heart racing as you felt the cool air on your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from his body.

He pushed the bedroom door open with his foot, and before you knew it, you were on the bed, Lando hovering above you, his hands framing your face as he stared down at you with a mixture of love and raw need. The look in his eyes made your breath catch, the reality of the moment crashing over you. This was real. This was happening.

Lando’s lips found yours again, the kiss slower this time, more deliberate, as if he was savoring every second, every taste of you. His hands roamed your body, sliding down your sides, over your hips, before coming to rest on your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them.

But just as Lando was about to move lower, his lips brushing against the curve of your breast, he paused, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice soft, but carrying a depth of sincerity that made your heart swell.

“I’m sure, Lando,” you whispered, your voice filled with certainty and affection. “I want this. I want you.”

Lando’s eyes searched yours for a moment longer, as if making absolutely certain, before he spoke again, his tone gentle but serious. “I just want to make sure you don’t feel pressured into anything. This… this means a lot to me. It’s more than just sex for me.”

Your heart melted at his words, the care and concern in his voice making you fall even more for him. You cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin as you smiled up at him. “I don’t feel pressured at all. I want this just as much as you do, Lando. It means a lot to me too.”

Relief washed over his features, his eyes softening as he leaned down to press a tender kiss to your lips, filled with all the emotion he couldn’t quite put into words. “Thank you,” he whispered against your lips, his hands gently caressing your sides as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing warmly against yours.

With that final confirmation, the last of his restraint melted away. The kiss grew more intense, more passionate, as Lando’s hands roamed your body with a newfound purpose, exploring every inch of you with reverence and need. His lips moved down your neck, to your chest, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses that made you shiver with anticipation.

You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your thigh, the evidence of his desire only fueling your own. Your hands roamed his back, feeling the tension in his muscles, the way his body responded to your touch. The heat between you was almost unbearable now, the need for him becoming overwhelming as his lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear, making you moan softly.

“Please, Lando,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desperation as you arched into him, your body aching with the need for release. “I need you.”

Lando let out a low groan at your words, his hands sliding down to your hips as he positioned himself between your legs. He paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours as he whispered, “I want to make this perfect for you.”

“It already is,” you whispered back, your voice filled with affection as you cupped his face, pulling him into a soft, lingering kiss. “Just make love to me, Lando.”

With a soft, almost reverent sigh, Lando pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he slowly, gently, entered you. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and emotion that made you gasp, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he filled you completely.

Lando let out a shaky breath, his body trembling slightly as he stilled for a moment, letting you both adjust to the new, intimate connection. The feeling of him inside you, of being so close, so connected, was almost too much to bear, the intensity of it sending waves of pleasure and emotion crashing over you.

He began to move slowly, his thrusts gentle and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours as he made love to you with a tenderness that took your breath away. Every movement, every touch was filled with love, with a depth of emotion that made your heart swell with affection for him.

You could feel the tension building again, the pleasure mounting with every thrust, every brush of his skin against yours. Lando’s hands roamed your body, his lips pressing soft kisses to your neck, your collarbone, as he whispered sweet, breathless praises in your ear.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with love and desire. “I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

“Lando,” you gasped, your voice trembling with emotion as you clutched at him, your body moving in sync with his. “I love you.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, the raw truth of your feelings finally breaking free. Lando’s eyes widened in surprise, his movements slowing for a moment as he stared down at you, his breath catching in his throat.

“I love you too,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and affection as he leaned down to press a tender kiss to your lips. The words hung in the air between you, a promise, a declaration that made your heart swell with happiness.

With those words still echoing in the air, Lando’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. You could feel yourself getting closer, the tension coiling tighter in your belly as you held onto him, your body trembling with the need for release.

Lando’s breath was hot against your ear, his voice rough and filled with desperation as he whispered, “Come for me, love. I want to feel you.”

His words, the way he moved inside you with such passion and tenderness, was enough to send you over the edge. Your body tensed, your back arching off the bed as the wave of pleasure crashed over you, your breathless moans filling the room as you came undone in his arms.

The sensation of you tightening around him, the way you cried out his name in pure ecstasy, was enough to push Lando over the edge with you. With a few more deep, urgent thrusts, he followed you into bliss, his body trembling as he found his release, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the only sound in the room the heavy breathing of two people who had just found something they had both been longing for. Lando collapsed on top of you, his weight comforting as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

You held him close, your fingers running through his hair as you both came down from the high, your bodies still entwined, the connection between you stronger than ever.

“I love you,” Lando whispered again, his voice soft and filled with affection as he pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you as if he couldn’t bear to let you go.

“I love you too,” you murmured back, your heart swelling with happiness as you held him close, your eyes fluttering shut as you savored the warmth of his body against yours, the contentment that filled you both as you lay there, basking in the afterglow of the most intense, passionate, and loving moment you had ever shared.

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Field Trip

sana x fem reader

fluff, suggestive 2.5K words

Teacher Sana, librarian reader, and the crew chaperone a year-end trip for the kids graduating elementary school. It’s exciting, it’s changing, we’re arguing, ugh!

a/n: sequel to Sunshine :) also chae, momo, tzu, mina and nayeon are in sixth grade now so you know… they change

You wrinkle your forehead, pondering which books would be perfect for story time on the upcoming trip. It’s the kids’ final year at this school—should you choose something about the teenage years, high school drama? Or keep their imaginations alive with something more whimsical? They’ve grown so moody and sharp-tongued, you wonder if they’ll even sit still long enough for a story.

The soft creak of the library door catches your attention, and you don’t need to turn around to know who it is. Her scent pulls you in as she draws closer. Hands slide around your waist from behind, and you can’t help but smile. “My sunshine,” Sana murmurs, planting a gentle kiss on your jaw.

You hum softly, half-lost in thought, as Sana’s lips brush against the back of your neck. Her hands glide up, fingers tracing your sides, slow and teasing. “What’s got you thinking so hard?” she whispers, her lips close to your ear, voice low and playful. You try to focus, but her touch is persistent, her fingers pressing into your waist just enough to make your breath hitch.

“I’m just… trying to figure out the right books for the kids,” you manage, though your voice wavers when Sana’s hands slip to your hips, pulling you back gently against her.

“Mmm, always working. My baby’s so good and perfect,” she purrs, letting her lips trail down your neck. “Need me? There’s a few ways I can help.” Her hands wander, and the warmth of her body presses into you as she sways you both, ever so slightly.

You bite your lip, trying to keep your thoughts straight, but she’s relentless, her touch making it hard to think about anything except her. “Sana,” you say, though it’s more of a breath than a warning.

“Hmm?” she replies, her voice full of mischief as her hands drift higher. “Let me help.”

You sigh, fighting to stay focused. “I’m serious, Sana,” you manage to say, though your voice is unsteady with the way her lips linger on your neck, her touch making it hard to concentrate.

“I’m serious too,” she whispers, her fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, grazing your skin and sending a shiver through you. Her lips press a soft kiss just behind your ear, and your breath catches. “The kids love a bit of adventure, some magic…” she murmurs, her voice like silk, while her fingers trace slow, teasing patterns on your waist.

Your heart skips a beat as she nuzzles closer, lips brushing behind your ear again. “We could always read them a horror story,” she says, her tone playful. “Better than scaring them with teenage high school doom. They’ll get enough of that next fall.”

Sana’s hands glide up your sides before she gently turns you around to face her, her eyes soft and warm. She smiles, so sweetly, so full of love that your chest tightens. “I know you’ll find the best books,” she whispers, her voice full of affection. “You’re always so great at that.”

The tenderness in her words makes you lean in, closing the distance between you. Your lips meet hers, and you feel the soft, surprised moan escape from her as your kiss deepens. She melts against you, a giggle bubbling up as she pulls back slightly, eyes gleaming.

“Didn’t expect that, huh?” you murmur, brushing your thumb across her cheek as she beams up at you.

Sana’s grin turns sly as her fingers trace slow circles on your hips. “Nope, but I’m definitely not complaining,” she murmurs, leaning in, her lips inches from yours. “Kiss me again?”

Her hands slide down past your hips, and you can feel the way her chest presses into yours during each breath. “Sana…” you begin, but she just giggles, her lips brushing yours.

“Sunshine…” she whispers, as she tilts her head to give you puppy eyes. Her hands roam higher, her breath warm against your lips. “Please?”

You laugh softly. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” she teases, before you lean in to give her another kiss.

I do love you.

~~~

The bus buzzes with excitement as everyone settles in for the trip. Jeongyeon stands at the front, clipboard in hand, doing a final headcount. “Is everyone here?”

Up by the driver, Jihyo is confirming last-minute details, her phone in one hand as she gestures to the route on her screen. She catches your eye, giving you a quick nod before returning to her conversation.

A few rows back, Sana and Dahyun are busy sorting snacks. “Granola bars or apples?” Dahyun asks, while Sana grins, already handing out gummy bears to the nearby kids.

You unfold the itinerary Jihyo gave you earlier, scanning the plans for the next three days—hiking, a museum visit, and a campfire night. The schedule is packed, but it looks fun. The bus engine rumbles and you glance out the window, watching the school fade away.

“Miss Sunshine, are you excited?” Nayeon’s voice breaks your focus. She pops her head over the seat in front of you, her bunny smile wide and playful.

You grin back at her, her bangs now gone, showing off more of her face. “Yeah, I’m excited! It’s going to be great!”

Nayeon rests her chin on the seatback, her eyes twinkling. “Yay! Just checking if these plans are fun enough,” she teases, nodding toward the itinerary in your lap.

Before you can answer, Mina shyly peeks over the seat beside her, her chubby cheeks almost gone but her smile still soft and sweet. “Are you excited too?” she asks quietly.

You nod, returning her gentle smile. “Yeah, definitely. What about you, sweetheart?”

“A little nervous,” Mina admits with a shy laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I think it’ll be fun.”

Nayeon playfully pokes Mina’s nose. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you have a blast!”

Just as you’re about to respond, a loud groan comes from the back of the bus. You turn around to see Chaeyoung glaring at Momo, who’s casually chewing something.

“What’s going on back there?” you ask.

“Stupid Momo ate my gummies!” Chaeyoung exclaims, slapping Momo’s arm.

Momo shrugs, still chewing, her eyes fixed on the window. “You can’t even eat them with those ugly braces of yours,” she says, totally unfazed.

You gasp, ready to step in, but Sana’s already on it. She steps forward, arms crossed, her tone firm. “Apologize. Both of you. Now.”

Chaeyoung and Momo mumble half-hearted apologies. Before Jeongyeon can jump in to scold them, Dahyun calls out urgently, “Tzuyu’s getting car sick!”

The bus is quickly descending into chaos, and you sigh, glancing back at the itinerary. It’s only the beginning of the trip, and things are already getting ugh!

~~~

The museum is cool and quiet, the soft echo of footsteps and hushed voices filling the space as you stand in front of a large exhibit on historical archives. The kids gather around you, their curious eyes wide as they listen.

Tzuyu raises her hand and you can’t help but notice how much she’s grown. She’s nearly your height now, standing out from the group of students, and you smile at the memory of her being one of the shortest in the group not too long ago.

“But how do people even know what’s important to keep?” She asks, her wide eyes full of genuine wonder. “Like… how do you choose what goes into an archive?”

You smile, glad to see her so engaged. “That’s a great question, Tzuyu. Archivists look at what’s relevant to people’s lives, cultures, and history. We collect things that tell stories about how people lived, what they valued, what they struggled with. Sometimes, it’s big events or, it’s something small—like letters, or old photos. It’s about piecing together the whole story.”

Tzuyu nods thoughtfully, clearly thinking it over, and beside her, Momo speaks up next. “So, like… even regular people’s stuff gets kept? Not just famous people?”

“Exactly,” you say, nodding. “Everyone’s story matters, not just the famous ones. That’s why personal archives are so important.”

You glance at Sana for a brief moment. She’s leaning against the wall in the back, her eyes never leaving you. There’s a glow in her expression, like she’s seeing you in a new light, utterly in awe of how effortlessly you share your passion with the kids. Her gaze makes you feel warm inside, and you can’t help but stand a little taller.

Before you can continue, Nayeon adds, “Wait, so do you think in a hundred years, people are going to be looking at our old texts and selfies in an archive?”

The group breaks into giggles, but you nod. “It’s possible! Digital archives are a huge part of the future. What we share online, what we document today, might be what future generations use to understand our world. So yeah, even your selfies could be a part of history.”

The kids laugh again as Sana catches your eye again from the back, mouthing the words, “you’re amazing. I love you.” You can feel the pride swelling in her chest. It’s as if she’s soaking up every bit of who you are in this moment, her eyes filled with deep affection. You smile softly at her before turning back to the kids.

"Should we go for lunch, class?"

"Yes!"

~~~

The food court is busy as you settle into your seat with the staff, Sana comfortably by your side. You take a bite of your sandwich, feeling her hand resting gently on your thigh under the table, her thumb tracing soft circles that bring a smile to your lips.

As your gaze drifts to the students’ table, you spot Momo happily sharing her food with Chaeyoung, who clutches her “prehistoric” bone—something she bought at the souvenir shop. "You wouldn’t get it Miss, it’s Tim Burton aesthetic," she explained, eyes sparkling. A little odd, but you can’t help but chuckle at the sight.

Jeongyeon leans in with a playful grin. “They grow up so fast, don’t they?”

You nod, the bittersweet reality sinking in. “Yeah... bummer this is my last year with them.”

Before you can dwell on it, Jihyo chimes in from across the table, a mischievous glint in her eye as she winks at Sana. “Well, not for everyone. Some of us will still be following them.”

The comment catches you off guard, leaving you momentarily confused, but before you can respond, Dahyun cuts in with a flourish. “I’m sending all my energy to the high school nurse. They’re going to need it when this bunch shows up!”

Laughter fills the air, and the lighthearted teasing continues. Sana’s hand remains on your thigh, her fingers shifting to rub gentle circles on your lower back.

She leans a little closer, “I can’t wait for summer break,” she says, glancing at you with a soft smile. “Finally, we’ll have time to rest, recharge, and—” she pauses, her tone dripping with affection, “I’ll finally get to spend time with my girl.”

The second she finishes, a chorus of groans erupts from around the table.

“Oh, here we go again,” Jihyo sighs, rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Seriously?” Jeongyeon adds, shaking her head with an amused smirk. “Can’t we get through one meal without you two being all lovey-dovey?”

Even Dahyun joins in, mock-fanning herself. “So sweet it’s giving me cavities.”

Sana simply scrunches her nose and nudges you lightly, her eyes sparkling with love.

My sunshine that I love so much.

~~~

The campfire crackles as you get ready to set up for story time. Just as you arrange the last few details, the kids come bustling into the cabin, their faces alight with mischief.

Mina steps forward, holding something carefully in her hands. She gives you a shy smile before presenting a handmade card, decorated with bits of books, photos, and “Thank You” written in neat, colorful letters. Your heart swells at the sight of it.

You chuckle, shaking your head, when Nayeon speaks up next. “We’re gonna miss you so much! Our favourite librarian!” she says, leaning in, her bunny smile on full display. “We’ll make sure to ask Miss. Minatozaki for updates on you.”

You pause, confused. “Oh?”

Before Nayeon can answer, Momo chimes in, smirking. “Sana told us she’s coming with us to high school. She’ll be our teacher there!”

The room stills for a moment as you process the words. Sana, in high school? She never mentioned that.

“Yeah!” Tzuyu bounces excitedly. “She said she’ll follow us!”

A weight settles in your chest, but you push it aside for now. Smiling, you pull the kids in for a hug. “Thank you for the beautiful gift,” you say softly, holding them close.

The door opens, and Sana walks in, her eyes lighting up as soon as she sees you with the kids. “My sunshine and my favorite students,” she says warmly, her smile bright. The kids giggle, but you remain quiet, your mind stuck on what they just said.

“High school, huh?” you ask, your tone a little sharper than you intended.

Sana’s smile falters, sensing the shift. She quickly turns to the kids. “Why don’t you go help with the marshmallows outside?”

The kids rush out, arguing playfully about who will get to roast the first one, and you’re left standing with Sana.

Sensing the weight of your silence, she steps closer, reaching out to take your hand gently. You hesitate for a moment, but eventually let her hold it, feeling the familiar comfort in her touch. She gives your hand a soft squeeze, searching your face, and for a brief second, you squeeze back.

“Sana...” you start, trying to find the right words.

Before you can continue, she says quietly, “I wasn’t trying to keep it from you. I thought—”

You take a breath, whispering as you finally respond, “Look, I’m happy for you. It’s a big step in your career, a new chapter. Go for it.”

Sana’s eyes drop to your hand in hers, and though she’s still holding on, you can feel the tension growing. You offer a small smile, trying to reassure her.

“I just... need to go finish setting up for story time,” you say softly, pulling your hand from hers and stepping toward the door.

“y/n, wait!”

~~~

Story time had been a complete success. The kids were captivated (and petrified, thanks to Jeongyeon) by every word, huddled around the campfire as the horror story unfolded. Now, the cabin is quiet, save for the soft sounds of their peaceful breaths. You step inside to check on them one last time. Tzuyu is curled up in Nayeon’s arms, Mina’s head rests on Chaeyoung’s legs, and Momo is sprawled out in her usual starfish position, taking up an unnecessary amount of space on the bed.

You smile tenderly, a yawn creeping up on you as exhaustion from the long day finally settles in. Jeongyeon and Dahyun bid their goodnights, leaving for their own cabins while you stay behind to help Jihyo with the cleanup.

“Thanks for sticking around to help,” Jihyo whispers with a tired smile, stacking the last of the blankets.

“No problem. Just a bit more to go,” you reply, picking up a bucket of water to extinguish the dying fire outside.

As you step out into the cool night air, the stars twinkling above, you feel a gentle tug on your arm. Turning, you find Sana standing there, her eyes filled uncertainty.

“Can we talk?” she asks quietly, her voice barely louder than the soft rustling of the trees.

You set the bucket down, your heart heavy with everything left unsaid between you. Nodding, you let her pull you to the campfire.

Sana leads you to the glow of the campfire, where the night feels even quieter. She stops, turning to face you, her fingers still gently wrapped around your wrist.

She sighs, eyes searching yours. “I didn’t mean to keep you in the dark about... high school,” she says softly. Her voice wavers slightly, but she holds your gaze, her brow furrowed with concern.

You look at her, feeling the weight of her words settle in. “I just wish you would’ve told me,” you admit. “I mean, I’m happy for you, really. It’s a huge step. But... that’s something I needed to hear from you.”

Sana winces slightly at your words, her thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on your wrist. “I didn’t want to upset you. I just... I thought this was something we could figure out together later.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Later? Sana, they all knew before I did.”

Her lips part to respond, but she stops herself, dropping her gaze to the ground. She takes a breath before speaking again. “I didn’t realize how much it would hurt you. I just... I thought you’d be proud, and we’d find a way to make it work.”

Your heart softens at her words, but there’s still a dull ache in your chest. “It’s not that I’m not proud of you. You’re amazing. But we’ve always worked through things together. This feels like... you’re moving on without me.”

Sana’s eyes widen, and she quickly steps closer, her hands now cupping your face. “No, no, I’m not moving on without you. I could never do that. I was going to tell you, I promise, but everything happened so fast with the kids, and I thought... I thought I had time.”

You let out a quiet breath, leaning into her touch as she speaks. The sincerity in her voice is enough to make your frustration melt away just a little.

“I don’t want to lose us,” she whispers, her eyes searching yours again, filled with worry. “I want us to be okay.”

You nod, your hand coming up to rest on hers, squeezing gently. “We will be. We just... need to communicate better. No more surprises like this.”

Sana bites her lip, then nods quickly. “No more surprises.” She pulls you closer, resting her forehead against yours for a long moment.

“I love you,” she murmurs. “And I’ll figure out how to make this work for both of us.”

You close your eyes, taking in the moment, feeling the tension between you ease slightly. “I love you too,” you whisper back.

Sana’s hands slide from your cheeks to your nape. She leans in, her lips pressing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulls back, her gaze is filled with nothing but love and sincerity.

"I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she kisses you again. Another kiss follows, each one a little more insistent, like she’s trying to convey everything she feels through the tender brush of her lips.

"I love you," she repeats, her voice growing softer with every kiss. She peppers your face with them—your lips, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth—each one carrying the same words. "I love you... I love you."

You can’t help but smile between her kisses, your heart swelling as her warmth surrounds you. The tension from before dissolves completely, replaced by the reassurance of her love and the depth of her affection.

Sana finally pulls back just a fraction, her nose pressing against your cheek as she breathes out, “I love you,” one last time, her voice barely a whisper.

You close your eyes, soaking in the moment, feeling the world fade around you, leaving just the two of you standing there in the cool night air.

After a few heartbeats, you pull away slightly, your smile mirroring hers. “We’re going to be okay,” you say softly.

Sana nods, her hands still cradling your face as she smiles, eyes glistening. “Together,” she whispers.

~~~

Sana’s hands roam your back as she pulls you closer, her lips warm and insistent against yours. The soft hum of your office fades as you melt into the kiss, her familiar, teasing energy filling the space between you. Sana breaks away for a second, her breath tickling your skin as she whispers, "You know, we could just stay here... a little longer."

Her lips find your neck, and you let out a soft laugh, half-heartedly trying to push her away. "Sana, you’re terrible."

"Terribly in love," she murmurs, her hands slipping beneath the hem of your shirt as her lips brush against your collarbone. You tilt your head back, losing yourself in the moment until—

The phone rings.

With a groan, you reach for the receiver, catching Sana’s pout out of the corner of your eye. You press it to your ear, trying to steady your breath.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, stop kissing Sana in your office and get back to your library," Jihyo’s voice comes through, sharp but teasing.

You freeze, your face heating up. "W-What? I’m not—"

"You are," Jihyo cuts you off, a hint of amusement in her tone. "The entire high school is waiting for you to unlock the doors. Get moving!"

You glance at Sana, who’s biting her lip to keep from laughing. She leans in, mouthing, busted.

You roll your eyes, a grin tugging at your lips. "Right, right. I’ll be there in a minute," you say, before hanging up the phone.

Sana giggles, slipping her arms around your waist again. "Looks like we’ve been caught."

"Yeah, thanks to you," you laugh, giving her a playful shove. "Come on, we’ve got a school waiting."

Sana sighs dramatically, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before stepping back. "Fine, fine. But tonight," she says, winking as she heads for the door, "I’m not letting you escape."

You shake your head with a smile, grabbing your keys and following her out.

~~~

Extra

The group sits sprawled across their usual corner in the cafeteria, as if they own the place. Nayeon, perched in the center, knows she’s the it girl and doesn’t even try to hide it. She leans back in her chair, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she flips through her phone. Her lips curve in a satisfied smile whenever someone from another table glances their way.

"Honestly," Nayeon says, voice dripping with dramatic flair, "I can’t help it if people want to be me."

Chaeyoung, who’s been doodling something vaguely surreal and definitely weird on a napkin, looks up with a snort. "Yeah, well, try being original for once." She holds up her drawing—a mishmash of creatures and odd geometric shapes. "Now this is what people should be looking at."

Nayeon squints at it and tilts her head. "Is that… a lizard playing guitar with a tree trunk?"

Chaeyoung beams proudly. "Close. It’s a frog shredding on an electric cactus."

Momo, sitting beside them, can barely keep her eyes open. Her head is resting in her arms on the table, and she groans sleepily. "Why are we talking so loud… Can’t we just take a nap? Lunch break is for resting, not arguing over frogs."

Tzuyu, towering over everyone, stifles a laugh as she listens to the banter. Even though she’s practically taller than half the faculty, to the others, she’s still the baby of the group. She reaches over to pat Momo’s head, as if soothing a child. "You’re always sleepy. Maybe if you didn’t stay up binge-watching food documentaries, you’d be awake enough to hear Chaeyoung’s masterpiece."

Momo grumbles, not lifting her head. "They’re calming. And educational. Unlike your jokes, Tzuyu."

Tzuyu, with her trademark deadpan expression, shrugs. "I make excellent jokes. You’re just too tired to appreciate them."

Chaeyoung leans back, grinning. "I’ll give you that. Tzuyu’s funnier than people give her credit for."

"But she’s still our baby," Nayeon teases, reaching over to pinch Tzuyu’s cheek. "Our little giant baby."

Tzuyu sighs dramatically, gently swatting Nayeon’s hand away. "I’m literally the tallest one here. And I’m not a baby."

"Aw, don’t worry," Momo mumbles sleepily, barely raising her head. "You’ll always be the group’s baby, no matter how tall you get."

Tzuyu rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue, knowing she’ll never win this battle. Instead, she reaches over to take a sip of her drink, pretending not to care.

Mina, who’s been quietly fiddling with her handheld gaming console throughout the entire conversation, finally chimes in. "I think we should all just get into gaming and forget about all this."

Chaeyoung leans over to peek at Mina’s screen. "What are you playing now? Is it that alien spaceship game again?"

Mina nods enthusiastically. "It’s the latest version. Way more levels, better graphics… It’s amazing."

Nayeon rolls her eyes affectionately. "You’re such a nerd, Mina. If you spent half as much time on your social life as you do on video games…"

Mina looks up, flashing a rare but dazzling smile. "But where’s the fun in that?"

Chaeyoung cackles, clearly on Mina’s side. "You tell her, Mina."

Momo, eyes still half-closed, raises a finger in the air. "I support Mina."

Tzuyu gives an approving nod. "I can get behind that too."

Nayeon sighs in mock defeat, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Fine. I guess gaming is kind of cool. But you all better still bow down to your queen." She flashes her infamous bunny smile, knowing full well they never would—but it doesn’t matter. She’s the Nayeon, after all.

The group dissolves into laughter. Even with their quirks and differences, they’re a family. They’ve watched each other grow, change, and yet somehow, they’re still the same.

#twice x reader #twice imagines #twice scenarios #kpop imagines #twice smut #gg x reader #gg imagines #sana x reader #sana fluff #sana smut #kpop scenarios #kpop smut

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strawberrykidneystone · 5 months ago

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Fresh Out the Slammer I Know Who My First Call Will Be

stanley pines x female reader

summary: stanley needs to be bailed out. again. don't worry, he'll make it up to you! he swears!

a/n: i am not immune to the gravity falls renaissance,,, all 22 fingers iykyk

tags: smut, set the week before the twins come to gravity falls, reader is late 20s-early 30s, reader wears a skirt, pussy eating, cowgirl, spanking (like twice), creampie (wrap it before your tap it)

ao3 version

y/n stood at the counter of the police department once again, her arms crossed as she had to bail stan out.

again.

how many times has she have to do this? she didn't keep track anymore, yet she would still do it every time he called.

"hey sweets..." his sheepish voice would always ring out as he called to her from the small holding cell.

blubs grumbled something about this being a weekly occurrence as stan meekly came out of the cell, knowing he was going to be in the dog house tonight. stan quickly put his signature jewelry back on and rushed out in front of y/n and held the passenger side door of El Diablo open for her, putting on his best smile as she slid into her seat, her arms still crossed.

the ride home was quiet, the windows were rolled down and stanley glanced over every so often at y/n as the wind blew through her hair. god she was so beautiful, he didn't deserve her. she was always there for him, more than his own parents, more than his own brother, and he knew that every time he messed up like this she just got closer to leaving him like everyone else. he knows better, he knows he shouldn't think like this, and she gladly reassured him every time, but times like this in the deafening silence only being broken by the erratic purr of the engine, he couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts.

this time was somewhat of a last hurrah for stanley since he had the twins coming over. he stopped smoking his usual cigars and replaced all his beer with pitt, even giving y/n a small squirt gun to spray him every time he cursed, trying to get out of the habit before the impressionable 12-year-olds arrived for the summer.

when they arrived home, stan ran around el diablo once again and opened up y/n's door. she seemed less peeved than she was when she first arrived at the station, but she still kept quiet as she stepped out and walked into the mystery shack, stan trailing behind her like a lost puppy.

y/n sat at the edge of their shared bed and looked up at stan expectantly, an aura of annoyance surrounding her. she had one leg crossed over the other and arms crossed to match. "awe doll, don't look at me like that, this was the last time i swear!"

"the kids are coming next week stan! how do i know that this was really the last time?"

"let me prove it to you sweets, i promise on my mother that my act will be together for these kids,” he said holding one hand up and placing the other over his heart like an oath.

y/n frowned a little but gave the old man a curt nod, knowing how important their stay was to him and how much he's already been preparing already.

"lemme make it up to you doll," stan purred and got down on his knees with a little bit of exertion, crawling forward on his knees and gently prying her knees apart. he looked up at her with half-lidded eyes, pressing kisses to the inside of her knees with an exaggerated "mwah" each time along with his stubble scratching against her skin.

this made y/n crack a smile and reached a hand down to run her fingers through his hair, landing on the side of his face, "and how exactly are you going to do that stanley?"

he loved hearing his name from her mouth, he grinned up at her and tugged her closer by her thighs, causing her to sequel with her back landing on the bed, "oh i might have a few ideas doll."

stan pushed her skirt up around her hips and licked his lips, already seeing a wet spot on her panties, "all this just for me baby? you spoil me."

he leaned forward and licked a stripe up the soiled fabric, mouthing at her clothed pussy and reaching his hands around to grope her ass. he nuzzled his nose against her clit, inhaling her scent deeply and hearing a whine spill out from her, "stan stop teasing."

he muttered something incoherent about patience, but judging by the bulge in his pants, he didn't want to wait much longer either. stan hooked his thumbs through the sides of her underwear and with y/n lifting her hips up, slid them off with ease. he immediately dove in like a man starved, massaging his tongue against her sensitive nub and sucking every so often. moving his mouth down, his nose nudged against her clit, encouraging her to rub herself against it as he thrusted his tongue inside of her. she took the hint and grinded her hips against his nose, moaning at the new stimulation while being partially filled up, feeling his tongue rubbing against her walls.

stan groaned and pulled back panting, her slick all over the bottom half of his face, "can't take it anymore doll, need you to ride me."

she giggled and rolled her eyes, "alright, get on the bed old man."

she turned over on all fours to crawl further up on the bed, stan taking the opportunity to give her ass a playful smack, a small squeak falling from her lips. y/n sat back on her heels and took off her shirt, along with her bra. by the time she turned around, stan was comfortably lying with his back against the headboard, completely naked with his cock standing up high.

y/n shuffled on her knees over to him and straddled his thighs, stan looking up at her light she hung all the stars in the sky causing her to blush deeply. she took his cock into her hand and rubbed the tip in between her lower lips, stan salivating as he watched his precum mix with her own arousal with his hands quickly making their way to her hips. as she finally sank down on his length, both of them let out a sigh of pleasure as her warm walls engulfed him.

she took a moment to adjust to his length, allowing his hands to wander up her waist, squeezing her breasts in his big hands and brushing his thumbs over her nipples every so often. he leaned forward and sucked on her left nipple, teething softly but careful to not bite down too hard, switching to the other a short time later. while he was showing affection to her breasts, she ran her hands over his hairy shoulders and reached towards his upper back, running her nails just hard enough to leave a mark. she gave an experimental bounce, her breath hitching as he finally bottomed out inside of her. stan unlatched from her breasts and leaned back, his gripping her ass with a shit-eating grin, "you ready to ride toots?"

she let out a breathy laugh and put her hands on his beer gut, leaning forward slightly to steady herself, "i'd be more concerned about myself if i were you."

as he was about to respond with something snarky, she lifted herself almost completely off of him before sinking back down quickly. he moaned and leaned his head back, giving her a little support with her movements with his hands. stan smacked her ass as she found a steady rhythm, feeling her squeeze around him. "that's it, that's my good girl."

stan grabbed her hips and kept her in place, thrusting up into her with his feet pushing down into the mattress, watching her breasts bounce with each movement. y/n moaned and arched her back, reaching a hand down to rub her clit for more stimulation, "yes! right there, don't stop stan!"

stan kept with the pace he was at and could feel himself getting close, gritting his teeth, "where do you want it doll?"

"inside, please!"

he nodded and reached one of his calloused hands down to rub her clit, replacing her own hand as he continued to thrust inside of her as she moved with him. with the rough texture of his hand, y/n opened her mouth in a silent scream as she reached her peak with stan not far behind as he released his seed inside of her.

the two sat in a comfortable silence, only their heavy breathing filling the room. y/n looked down at him and smiled sleepily, affectionately tapping his chest, "good job keeping up oldie."

he snorted and put his hand behind his head, "'m sorry doll, it was one last hurrah. am i forgiven?"

y/n pretended to think and tapped her chin with her index finger, "hmm i don't know... yes of course, I'll always be there to bail you out stan, you know that."

a soft smile rested on his face as he took the hand on his chest, kissing each fingertip, "i know you will doll, and I'm damn lucky to have you."

she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, grinning like a cheshire cat suddenly, "i took your bail money from your buried cash box."

"you WHAT-"

a/n: ty for reading!!! also it's my fanfic and i'll write as many run on sentences as i want!!!

#stanley pines x reader #gravity falls #gravity falls imagine #stanley pines #stan pines x reader #stan pines smut #stanley pines smut #stan pines #grunkle stan #grunkle stanley #strawberrykidneystone #strawberrykidneystone writes #gravity falls x reader #ao3

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ha-rinrin · 3 months ago

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Breaking Point

sequel of this fic

wordcount: 6,4k

pairing: Jinx x fem!reader

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As you wandered further from the hideout, the cool night air stung your skin. Your footsteps echoed through the deserted streets, each one carrying you further away from her and the chaos you’d left behind. The city lights flickered distantly, barely cutting through the darkness that felt as thick and oppressive as the turmoil inside you. Every step you took felt like you were leaving behind more than just a place—you were leaving behind a part of yourself, the part that belonged to her.

Maybe it’s for the best, you told yourself, but the words felt hollow. You’d fought for Jinx with everything you had, loved her fiercely despite the havoc she wreaked. But now, after everything, the weight of it had finally become too much. And so, you kept walking.

Her voice haunted you, the last bitter words of your argument replaying over and over. Maybe you already have. The rawness of it cut deep, like a wound you couldn’t close. You kept walking, but each step was heavier than the last.

The streets twisted and turned, taking you to the farthest edges of the city, away from the hideout and everything tied to her.

Still, despite everything, a small part of you held onto the impossible hope that Jinx would follow. That she’d show up—wild, breathless, cursing you out for leaving, just so she could pull you back in. But the hours dragged on, and she didn’t come.

You finally stopped walking, staring blankly at the dark sky, the stars faintly visible through the city’s haze. It was so quiet here, too quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that usually surrounded her. The longer the silence stretched, the more aimless you felt, like without her pull, you weren’t sure where to go next.

You had left to give her space. To let her be free. Or maybe, deep down, it was to protect yourself from watching her spiral into self-destruction, knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it.

The night crawled by, the weight of your choices pressing down like a heavy fog. As the city remained distant and indifferent, you wondered if she even realized you were gone. If she cared. Or if she’d already shrugged it off, just another piece of wreckage in the storm she left behind.

Back at the hideout, hours had passed since Jinx stormed out after the explosive argument, and when she finally returned, the silence was almost suffocating. She had expected to see you sitting there, brooding in the corner, or maybe pacing the room in frustration. But there was nothing—no sign of you at all. The place felt eerily empty, as if you had never been there in the first place.

The silence was almost unbearable for Jinx. She told herself she didn’t care. That she was fine on her own. She didn’t need anyone—especially not someone who tried to tame her, to keep her from the only thing that made her feel alive.

But as the minutes ticked by, the reality started to creep in, settling like a lead weight in her chest. Shadows danced around the dimly lit hideout, twisting and warping like her thoughts.

"You're losing it, Jinx," a voice chimed in her head, soft and familiar, dripping with that playful sarcasm she had grown to hate. Mylo. "You can’t even handle a little argument? Look at you, sulking like a kicked puppy."

She glanced at the door more times than she’d admit, waiting to hear the sound of your return. Waiting for your voice to cut through the quiet, to argue, to fight, to be there. But it never came. And the longer the silence stretched, the more she realized you weren’t coming back.

“Fuck,” she muttered, kicking a wrench across the room. It clattered against the wall with a dull thud, but it didn’t give her the satisfaction she craved. Everything felt too empty. Too still.

“She’s gone. You scared her away.” Mylo’s voice mocked, echoing in the back of her mind.

“Shut up!” Jinx snapped, gripping the edges of the table as her heart raced. She sank into a chair, hands running through her blue hair as frustration gnawed at her. Jinx wasn’t one to reflect, to dwell on emotions. That wasn’t her style. But now, in the absence of your presence, all she could think about was the fight—the hurt that had flashed across your face, the sound of the door slamming behind her.

You had left. Really left. And she wasn’t sure if she could handle that.

Jinx kicked her feet up on the table, staring blankly at the chaos of her workbench. The tools, the bombs, the sketches—everything that made her who she was. But without you there, without your steadying presence, it all felt… meaningless.

“Why’d you have to go?” she muttered under her breath, anger and confusion swirling in her chest. She didn’t need you—she’d convinced herself of that. But the empty space you left behind told a different story.

“You pushed her away, didn’t you?” Mylo continued, his voice smooth like silk, taunting. “Just like always. Why can’t you just let people care about you? It’s pathetic, Jinx.”

“You’re wrong!” she shouted into the emptiness, her voice cracking. “I don’t need anyone!”

But deep down, the doubt twisted like a knife. She remembered how it felt to have you close, your laughter, your fierce determination to pull her from the edge of her chaos. It was intoxicating, and that thought alone made her feel weak.

“Admit it. You miss her. You’re scared she won’t come back,” Mylo pressed, and the corners of the room seemed to darken as shadows crept closer, tightening around her like a noose.

You’ll come back, she told herself. You always did. You couldn’t stay away. But as the hours ticked by and the night deepened, the gnawing doubt in her chest grew louder.

What if this time, you really weren’t coming back?

“Look at you, sitting here waiting for a miracle,” Mylo laughed, the sound echoing in her mind. “What’s next? Are you going to throw a tantrum like a child again? Pathetic.”

Jinx squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. “Stop it! Just leave me alone!” But the voice persisted, wrapping around her thoughts like a vine, suffocating her resolve.

“Leave you alone? Why would I? You’re the one who keeps digging your own grave. You think you’re invincible, but we both know you’re just a mess,” Mylo continued, and with each word, the shadows thickened, growing more substantial, wrapping around her like a familiar embrace.

Jinx’s breathing quickened, and she felt the walls closing in. “I’m not a mess! I can handle this!” she shouted, but it rang hollow even to her own ears.

The tools on her workbench blurred, and suddenly she was back in the chaos of that mission, explosions ringing in her ears. Mylo’s laughter echoed, haunting her. “See? You can’t even keep it together in a fight. What makes you think you can handle this?”

She slammed her palms against the table, trying to anchor herself in the moment, but the visions crashed over her like waves. Shadows morphed into shapes, flickering with her memories—the chaos, the destruction, and then your face, the hurt etched in every line.

“No!” she screamed, desperate to push the memories away, to drown out the voice that echoed her deepest fears. But it was no use. The hallucinations clawed at her mind, dragging her into an abyss of regret and confusion.

“Maybe it’s time to face the truth,” Mylo’s voice whispered, low and menacing. “You’re just a chaotic little girl trying to play with the big boys. And now, look where that’s gotten you. Alone.”

Tears burned in her eyes as the weight of the world pressed down on her chest. “I don’t want to be alone,” she murmured, the admission escaping before she could stop it.

“Then do something about it,” Mylo urged, his tone shifting, almost sympathetic. “But we both know you won’t. You’re just going to sit here and let her slip away.”

Jinx trembled, the realization crashing over her like a tidal wave. “No… I can’t let her go. I can’t.” The shadows receded slightly, as if sensing her determination, but they still lingered, whispering their doubts.

The night stretched on, and she remained rooted to that spot, torn between the chaos in her mind and the longing for you to return.

“I need you,” she whispered into the darkness, but the silence that answered felt like a chasm opening up inside her, threatening to swallow her whole.

The night sky stretched out like an endless abyss as Jinx climbed the worn staircase to her favorite rooftop hideout. The air was cool and crisp, but a heat pulsed through her veins, fueled by memories of you—memories that both comforted and tormented her. This was the place where chaos met solace, where laughter echoed off the walls of her mind.

As she stepped onto the rooftop, the city sprawled beneath her, a glittering sea of lights and shadows. But it was the weight of silence that pressed down on her—a silence heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. She leaned against the ledge, her heart racing, caught between the thrill of her reckless decisions and the ache of your absence.

“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, frustration bubbling up. Memories surged like a tidal wave: your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke about your dreams, the warmth of your presence that made her feel alive. Moments flashed before her like quicksilver—sneaking into the city’s underground, dancing under the stars, sharing secrets whispered between heartbeats.

She felt a pang in her chest, a sharp reminder of what she had lost. The chaos she embraced had always felt exhilarating, but now it seemed empty without you. “I don’t need anyone,” she insisted, but the words felt hollow, echoing back at her from the void.

The wind howled around her, and she closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of her solitude. But then came the voice, slithering into her mind like a serpent—Mylo. “You really think you can do this alone, Jinx? Look where that got you. Alone, again.”

“Shut up,” she hissed, shaking her head as if to dispel his presence. The taunts stung, igniting a fire of anger within her. “I’m not alone. I’m fine on my own.”

But deep down, the truth gnawed at her. She had run from vulnerability, pushing you away in a desperate attempt to prove herself. And now, standing here, she felt the chasm of her choices yawn wide, threatening to swallow her whole.

Jinx’s hands clenched into fists as she fought back against the tide of emotions. She thought of the last time she saw you—the hurt in your eyes as she spat out words she didn’t mean, her own fear disguised as bravado. It was easier to shove you away than to let you see the disarray inside her, the vulnerability that threatened to break her.

Then, as if drawn by some unseen force, she stepped closer to the edge of the rooftop. The city lay sprawled below her, vibrant yet distant. “Why did I push you away?” she murmured, her voice trembling as the weight of realization crashed over her.

The truth hit her like a punch to the gut. “Because you’re scared.” Tears welled in her eyes, and she bit her lip to stifle a sob. “Scared of losing the one person who makes you feel… anything.”

The floodgates opened, and the memories surged like a tidal wave. Each shared glance, each fleeting touch—it all came rushing back, and she could feel the warmth of your presence wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. But you weren’t here now, and the absence felt like a void she couldn’t fill.

“What if I lose you for good?” she whispered into the night, raw vulnerability spilling from her lips. The thought struck her like lightning, illuminating the dark corners of her heart. She could feel it—the fear of being alone, the aching need to connect, to be understood.

With a shuddering breath, Jinx let the emotions wash over her, feeling more exposed than she had ever been. The weight of her own chaos pressed down on her, but beneath it all was the realization that she didn’t have to bear it alone.

“I can’t keep running,” she admitted, the truth carving its way out of her. “I need you. I don’t just want you—I need you, I love you”

Suddenly, the city didn’t seem so vast and empty. A flicker of hope ignited within her—a spark of determination to reach out, to bridge the chasm she had created. She would find you, and she would tell you the truth that had been buried beneath layers of her chaos.

“I’m going to make this right,” she vowed to the night sky, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. “I’ll find you, and I’ll show you just how much you mean to me.”

Jinx turned away from the edge, her spirit ignited by the revelation. She wasn’t just chaos; she was capable of love, connection, and vulnerability. And with that realization, she took her first steps back into the vibrant, chaotic life that awaited her—ready to reclaim the connection that had once brought her so much joy.

As Jinx turned away from the ledge, a mixture of determination and dread flooded her. She had finally acknowledged her feelings, and for the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of hope. But the reality of her situation loomed larger than ever—she had pushed you away, and the thought of you not being there to hear her confession felt like a blade twisting in her heart.

“I’ll find you,” she whispered, but the words felt fragile against the vastness of the city. She sprinted down the staircase, adrenaline coursing through her veins, but each step echoed with the weight of her past mistakes. Memories flashed in her mind, each one a reminder of the pain she had caused and the walls she had built around her heart.

The streets were alive with the pulse of the night, the distant laughter of revelers contrasting sharply with the chaos swirling inside her. She navigated the familiar paths, her mind racing with what-ifs. What if you had really left her for good? What if her impulsive decisions had finally driven you away?

Arriving at your usual meeting spot, she stopped short. The alleyway was empty, devoid of the warmth that once filled it. A heavy silence draped over her, amplifying the gnawing anxiety in her chest. She clenched her fists, fighting back the rising tide of panic. “You can’t be gone. You can’t be…”

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut—she had always taken you for granted. Your steadfast presence, your unwavering support—it was a lifeline she had foolishly dismissed. And now, standing alone in the dark, she felt the sting of regret seep into her bones.

“I’m so stupid,” she muttered to herself, pacing in the shadows. Her thoughts turned dark, spiraling into a whirlpool of self-loathing. “You wanted me to be better, and I just pushed you away. What if you don’t forgive me?”

With urgency coursing through her veins, Jinx darted into the night, her heart pounding louder than the distant sounds of the city. She felt the weight of her unspoken confession hang in the air like a storm cloud, threatening to swallow her whole. Each step she took was a frantic attempt to reverse the damage she'd done, to erase the memories of pushing you away.

She bolted toward your apartment, the key in her pocket feeling heavier than it ever had. As she reached the familiar door, hope surged within her. Maybe you were just inside, waiting for her to return and explain everything.

But as she turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, a chill swept over her. The apartment was dark and empty, the silence echoing back at her like a taunt. The space felt cold and unwelcoming, devoid of the laughter and warmth that had once filled it.

“Where are you?” she whispered, her voice trembling as she stepped inside. Her heart sank further as she scanned the room, searching for any sign of you—a discarded jacket, a familiar scent, anything that might anchor her to the moment.

Panic clawed at her chest. “You have to be here…” she murmured, her mind racing. The walls seemed to close in on her, reminding her of all the times she had taken your presence for granted. She ran a hand through her blue hair, frustration boiling over. “Why did I let you go?”

Jinx moved through the apartment, her fingers grazing the furniture as if trying to connect with the memories that lingered in the air. She made her way to your bedroom, hoping against hope that maybe you were just hiding away, needing time. But the bed was neatly made, untouched since she'd last been there.

“No, no, no…” she muttered, the words a desperate chant as she backed out of the room. She could feel her heart racing, and the anxiety bubbled into anger. She needed to find you, to make things right. “This is all my fault!”

She tore herself away from the apartment and burst back into the night, determination mingling with despair. The city felt enormous, and each familiar street only amplified her sense of loss. Where could you be? A flash of inspiration struck her—your favorite café.

Running through the alleys, her breath came in sharp gasps. The café was dimly lit, the familiar scent of coffee wafting through the air. As she entered, hope flickered like a candle in the wind, but it quickly extinguished as she scanned the room. You were nowhere to be seen.

“Please…” she whispered, desperation creeping into her voice. “I can’t lose you. Not like this.” She sank into a chair, the weight of her regrets crashing down around her. Memories flooded her mind—moments shared, laughter, the warmth of your touch—each one a reminder of what she stood to lose.

Jinx buried her head in her hands, fighting the tears that threatened to spill over. She was alone, and the realization stung deeper than anything she had ever felt.

“God, I’m such an idiot,” she choked out, letting the anguish wash over her. “I thought I could do this on my own, but I was wrong. I need you…”

But as the minutes stretched on, the absence of your presence loomed larger than ever, and she was left grappling with the harsh reality—she had to find you before it was too late.

You hurried back to your apartment, heart racing with each step, you needed to calm down. you turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.

The moment you stepped inside, you felt an unsettling chill. Something was off.

“Jinx?” you called out, your voice trembling. The silence that followed felt deafening, amplifying the sense of dread settling in your gut.

You moved cautiously toward the bedroom, each step feeling heavier than the last. The door was slightly ajar, and when you pushed it open, your heart sank.

Your desk was a mess—papers were scattered, some with frantic doodles that only Jinx could have drawn. The small box where you kept mementos from your time together was ajar, its contents mixed and disorganized. A couple of your favorite photos, ones that Jinx had taken during happier times, were carelessly tossed aside.

She had been here. Your breath hitched in your throat as the realization crashed over you. She had searched for you.

Panic coursed through your veins. Where had she gone? Did she really came searching you? You reached for your phone, dialing her number, but it went straight to voicemail. you whispered, panic gripping you.

“Jinx, where are you?” you whispered, heart pounding as you took off down the hallway, determined to find her

As you ran, a thought nagged at you: Had she really pushed you away? Or had you both been caught in a web of chaos that neither of you could untangle? It was terrifying, the thought of losing the connection you had forged together, but you had to believe that there was still a chance.

Finally, your feet carried you to her favorite rooftop hideout.

The moment you reached the top, your breath caught in your throat. There she was, sitting at the edge of the roof, her legs dangling precariously over the side, eyes staring blankly into the dark expanse of the city below. The wind tousled her hair—those familiar blue strands that caught the faint glow of the distant streetlights. She hadn’t heard you approach, or maybe she had, but she didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge you.

You hesitated for a second, unsure if you should call out or move closer. There was something different about her posture, a heavy stillness that sent chills down your spine. She looked small up there, so unlike the wild, reckless force of nature she usually was. In that moment, she looked… lost.

“Jinx,” you finally called softly, your voice carrying on the wind.

She stiffened at the sound of your voice, her hands gripping the edge of the roof just a little tighter. For a moment, she didn’t turn around, didn’t say anything, and your heart raced as the silence stretched painfully long.

Then, slowly, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting yours. They were red-rimmed, swollen—evidence of tears she had tried to hide. It was a rare sight, seeing Jinx like this. The hardness, the sharpness that usually defined her seemed to have crumbled, leaving only raw vulnerability behind.

“You… came back,” she whispered, her voice hoarse as if she had been crying for hours.

“Of course I did,” you said, taking a cautious step toward her. “I couldn’t leave things like that.”

She turned back to stare at the skyline, her shoulders slumping further. “I thought you were done with me… Thought you’d finally realized that I’m too broken to fix.”

The words stung, cutting through the tension like a blade. You moved closer, careful not to startle her. “I never said that,” you replied softly, sitting down beside her on the edge. “Jinx, you’re not broken.”

She let out a hollow, bitter laugh, her fingers toying with her hair. “Aren’t I? Look at me. I screw up everything I touch. I ruin things, push people away… even the ones I care about most.”

Her voice wavered, and you could hear the pain in every word. She had built up walls around herself for so long, masking her insecurities, but under the stars, those walls were falling apart.

“I didn’t mean to push you away,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I don’t know how to stop. It’s like I’m always stuck in this loop—one minute, I’m fine, and the next… everything’s spinning out of control, and I’m dragging you into the mess.”

You reached out, your hand resting gently on her knee, offering comfort in the only way you could. “Jinx, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not afraid of your chaos, or your mistakes, or anything else. We’re in this together.”

She shook her head, her bangs falling into her face, shielding her eyes from you. “But I hurt you. I said things—”

“Things you didn’t mean,” you interrupted softly. “I know you, Jinx. I know when you’re angry, you lash out. But that’s not who you really are. I’ve seen the real you.”

She went quiet for a long moment, her breathing shaky. “I don’t deserve you,” she muttered, her voice cracking again. “I don’t even know why you bother with me. I’m just going to mess up again, you know that, right?”

You leaned closer, your hand gently tilting her chin so she had no choice but to look at you. Her wide, tear-filled eyes met yours, and in that moment, all the walls she had built around herself seemed to crumble.

“I bother because I love you,” you said, your voice steady, filled with conviction. “I love you for who you are, even when you’re a mess. I’m not giving up on you, Jinx. Not ever.”

For the first time in what felt like hours, Jinx’s expression softened, a flicker of something like hope crossing her face. Her lips parted as if to say something, but the words got caught in her throat. She swallowed hard, her eyes searching yours, as if she was trying to make sense of the fact that you were still here, still by her side.

“I’m sorry,” she finally whispered, the words thick with emotion. “For everything.”

You shook your head gently, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Jinx hesitated, her fingers twitching as if she didn’t know what to do with them. And then, slowly, she leaned into you, resting her head against your shoulder. Her body trembled slightly, and you could feel the weight of all her emotions pressing against you, but for the first time tonight, she seemed to relax just a little.

The two of you sat there in silence, staring out at the city as the night stretched on. Jinx’s breathing steadied, and her hand found yours, squeezing it tightly as if grounding herself in the moment. The chaos of the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of you, sitting together under the vast, starry sky.

For a brief moment, everything felt right. You had her back—both of you were here, together, and maybe, just maybe, that was enough to fix the cracks.

But peace never lasted long in Jinx’s world.

And you knew why.

Jinx's breath hitched, her body tensing as if the air itself had changed, the storm in her mind returning without warning. She winced, her hands twitching as if trying to fight off some invisible threat. You watched her eyes darting around, wide and panicked, like she was searching for an escape from something only she could hear.

“No… no, not again,” she whispered, her voice shaky, almost pleading with herself.

“Jinx?” you asked softly, concern creeping into your voice. You shifted slightly, turning to face her, but she didn’t respond. It was as if she was somewhere else entirely. The tremor in her hand grew stronger, and you could feel her grip tightening painfully.

“They won’t stop,” she muttered under her breath, her head shaking as if trying to dislodge the thoughts. “They won’t leave me alone. Why won’t they stop?”

The voices. You knew what she meant, even if she never spoke of them directly. They always lurked in the background, festering in her mind, feeding her darkest fears and doubts. You’d seen it before—the way she would suddenly lose herself, her eyes unfocused, her breath shallow, caught in a battle no one else could see.

“Jinx, I’m right here,” you whispered, hoping your voice could somehow reach her through the storm raging inside her head. “You’re safe.”

But she wasn’t hearing you, her breathing quickening as the torment clawed deeper. Her hands flew to her head, fingers digging into her scalp as if trying to silence the voices. "Shut up, shut up, shut up..." she mumbled, her voice growing more frantic, each word a desperate plea.

You saw the cracks forming, the way her entire body trembled with the weight of the mental war waging inside her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her nails digging into her skin, drawing lines of pain across her temple. She stumbled to her feet, pulling away from you, pacing in frantic circles, her chest heaving.

“Jinx, talk to me—what are they saying?” you asked, your heart breaking as you watched her fall apart. She looked so fragile, so broken in that moment, a far cry from the fierce, unstoppable force you knew her to be.

“They keep telling me…” she gasped, her voice thick with fear and anguish, “they keep telling me I’m no good. That I mess everything up… That I’ll hurt you. I can’t… I can’t make them stop.”

Her words shattered you. You knew she carried this guilt with her everywhere, but hearing it so clearly—hearing how the voices fed her insecurities and ripped her apart—was unbearable.

“It’s not true, Jinx,” you said, standing and stepping closer to her, trying to reach her before she spiraled further. “You’re not who they say you are.”

But she barely heard you, her mind swirling with the weight of the past—those voices, the memories of all the times she’d been told she was a monster. Mylo’s voice, haunting her, whispering that she was a jinx, that everything she touched turned to ruin.

“Why did you even come back?” she choked out suddenly, her eyes wild and full of fear. “Why don’t you leave like the others? You should leave before I destroy you too”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, and tears welled in your eyes as you saw how terrified she was—of herself, of losing you, of becoming the very thing she feared most. Her fingers shook as they hovered near her belt, where her pistol rested, the weight of her chaotic thoughts driving her to desperate measures.

“Jinx, stop,” you said urgently, stepping closer as she backed away, her hand trembling near the gun. “You don’t need to listen to them. You’re not alone.”

But she wasn’t hearing you anymore. The voices were too loud, drowning out everything else. They twisted her thoughts, filling her with shame, with guilt, with the idea that she was beyond saving. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes wide with terror as she gripped the pistol, pulling it free though she didn’t aim it at you.

“I’m dangerous,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I always hurt people. I ruin everything. They’re right… they’re always right.”

“No, they’re not,” you said, your own tears falling now as you took another step toward her, hands raised in surrender. “They don’t know you like I do. Please, Jinx, just let me in. You don’t have to fight this alone.”

But she shook her head violently, her sobs growing louder as the voices overwhelmed her. “You don’t get it!” she screamed, her hands trembling so badly that the gun almost slipped in her grasp. “They won’t stop—no matter what I do, they’re always there, telling me I’ll destroy everything!”

Her grip tightened around the pistol, though she didn’t raise it to aim. Her hands were shaking, violently, uncontrollably, the gun trembling in her grasp like a reflection of the chaos in her mind. Tears streamed down her face as she stood before you, raw, vulnerable, and completely overwhelmed by the storm inside her head.

You stepped forward carefully, your heart hammering in your chest. “Jinx, it’s okay. I’m here. You don’t have to listen to them. You’re not dangerous. You’re not the things they say.”

But she shook her head violently, her body trembling more with every second. “No… you don’t understand,” she sobbed, her voice cracking under the weight of her panic. “I’m a mess. I… I can’t stop it. They keep telling me I’ll destroy everything, that I’ll destroy you—just like I did before.”

Her fingers twitched uncontrollably around the handle of the pistol, and you saw the fear in her eyes. She was terrified—not of you, but of herself, of what she might do, of what the voices were driving her toward. Her entire body trembled with the force of her emotions, her mind fraying at the edges, barely holding on.

“I love you,” you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes as you stepped closer. “Jinx, I’m not leaving. No matter what they say. I’m not afraid of you.”

But your words only seemed to shatter her more, her hands shaking so badly now that she could barely hold onto the gun. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her chest heaving as the weight of the voices pushed her closer to the edge. She was unraveling before your eyes, slipping away into the chaos that threatened to consume her.

“Why do you stay?” she rasped, her voice thick with tears and anguish. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

You swallowed hard, your own heart breaking at the sight of her falling apart. “Because I know you,” you said softly. “I know who you really are. You’re not your mistakes, Jinx. You’re not the chaos. You’re so much more.”

But she wasn’t hearing you anymore. Her mind was spiraling, her thoughts fractured by the voices that screamed in her head, telling her she was a monster, telling her she would ruin everything, just like she had before.

You saw it happening, the way her body seized up, the way her breath hitched in her throat, and then—

Her finger slipped.

The sound of the gunshot ripped through the air, sharp and deafening in the stillness of the night.

For a moment, everything was frozen. Jinx’s wide, horrified eyes locked onto yours, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she realized what had just happened. Her face crumpled in shock, in disbelief, as if she couldn’t comprehend what she had done.

You stumbled backward, the world swaying beneath you as pain exploded through your body. Your hand flew instinctively to your stomach, where the bullet had struck, blood already seeping through your fingers, warm and sticky. Your legs gave out beneath you, sending you crashing to the ground, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the cold began to seep into your bones.

“No,” Jinx’s voice was a broken, frantic sob as she dropped the gun and rushed to your side, her hands shaking as she pressed down on your wound, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. “No, no, no—please, no! I didn’t mean to—I swear, I didn’t mean to—don’t leave me!”

Your vision blurred as the pain took hold, each breath a struggle. You tried to focus on her, to reach for her, but your body was failing you. Jinx’s sobs filled your ears, her hands desperately trying to stop the inevitable

You gasped for breath, the world around you fading in and out of focus. Jinx’s frantic cries echoed in your ears, a haunting melody of despair that sliced through the fog of pain. You tried to hold onto her, to anchor yourself in the moment, but darkness crept in at the edges of your vision, pulling you away from her grasp.

“Jinx…” you whispered, your voice barely a rasp, barely there. “I’m… I’m okay…”

But even as you said the words, you could feel the truth slipping away, like sand through your fingers. You wanted to comfort her, to tell her everything would be fine, but the pain was too much. Each breath sent fresh waves of agony coursing through you, threatening to drown you in despair.

“Don’t say that! Please, just hold on! Help is coming—I’ll get you help!” she cried, her hands trembling as she applied pressure to your wound, blood soaking her fingers. Her voice was thick with tears, each word laced with desperation. “You can’t leave me! Not now! I love you!”

“I love you more,” you managed to say, forcing a smile even as the edges of your vision blurred. “You’ll be okay… I’m here…”

But her face twisted in anguish, her tears falling onto your skin, mingling with the blood. “No! Don’t say that! Don’t you dare say that!” she screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “I can’t lose you! I can’t!”

With every second, you felt yourself slipping away, the warmth of her hands growing distant. The night air felt colder, the world around you growing dimmer. You could see the stars beginning to blur into one another, a cosmic whirlpool drawing you in, and it scared you.

“Jinx…” you murmured, trying to focus on her face, the one thing that anchored you to this world. “You’re… You’re… so much more than this chaos…”

“No!” she cried, shaking her head as if trying to get you to stay. “You don’t get to say that! You’re my light—you’re everything to me! You’re not allowed to leave me! I won’t let you!”

You felt a warmth spreading through your body, but it wasn’t the warmth of her touch or her love—it was a chill that stole the heat from your limbs, a shadow creeping into your consciousness. You tried to reach for her, your fingers brushing against her wrist, but the connection felt tenuous, like trying to hold onto smoke.

“Jinx…” your voice came out weak, barely above a whisper. “I’m scared…”

“Don’t be,” she whispered back, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, filled with a fierce, desperate determination. “You’re not alone. I’m here. I’ll always be here. Just hold on a little longer. Help is coming. Just stay with me!”

But you could see the doubt flickering in her eyes, the fear that she couldn’t shake—the same fear that had haunted her all this time. The thought of losing you, the weight of her past mistakes crashing down around her like a tidal wave. You wished you could take that burden from her, wished you could ease the pain that was consuming her.

“Promise me,” you whispered, your voice fading. “Promise me… you’ll find… your way back.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she shook her head vehemently. “I don’t care about myself! Just stay with me! Please! I can’t lose you!”

But the darkness was closing in, wrapping around you like a shroud. The world felt so far away, like you were floating, drifting further and further from her grasp. You struggled to keep your eyes open, to focus on her, but it was becoming impossible.

“I love you…” you managed to choke out, the words barely escaping your lips. “You’re… everything… to me…”

Her sobs echoed in your ears as she held you tighter, her body shaking with the force of her grief. “You can’t leave me! You can’t! I need you! I need you!”

With one last, shuddering breath, you let the warmth of her love wash over you, letting it be the last thing you felt.

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