#the first girl she touches and she’s immediately smitten

[spirit-lanterns]

I stopped playing HSR after the HuoHuo ghost hunting event so everything I know about other characters is pretty much dubious. Well, so, Castorice is said to kill everything she touches, no? Imagine her feeling touch of a woman for the first time in her life ToT reader being a visitor and not knowing who she is, accidentally stumbling into her and rather than dropping dead we just apologize and bolt off.

The realization that this person just touched her without consequences ToT

If you were somehow immune to Castorice’s death curse and accidentally touched her, I’d honestly think she’d harbor a little obsession with you 🫢

She’s definitely touch starved. Hasn’t touch anyone in forever, let alone another woman. The moment you collide with her and she feels your skin, your breath, your warmth, she feels something she hasn’t felt in a long time. She begins to feel an ache in her chest, a longing, a feeling that she needs to be with you or else she’d die of loneliness. She finds herself watching over you from afar, craving your touch and wanting you close to her at all times.

When you do accidentally touch her again, Castorice is absolutely floored. She can’t help herself and ends up grabbing your hands, committing the feel of your skin to memory and pretty much groaning in pleasure. The touch doesn’t even have to be erotic for Castorice to feel things, just holding hands is enough to get her all worked up.

Aeons, imagine actually touching her erotically though. I think Castorice would actually melt because the thought of sex felt so alien to her and now she had a pretty woman like you about to eat her out. She could die of happiness 😭😭

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 YES OR YES yu jimin x reader

↳ warnings jimin is down bad, yn is a dancer, slight swearing

jimin found herself in a situation. 

she was completely smitten with the cute backup dancer who had been rehearsing with them for their upcoming comeback.

there was just one problem.

jimin had no idea how to approach her. although yn seemed like a complete ray of sunshine, there was something undeniably intimidating about her when she danced.

she also didn’t know if she was into girls.

“there’s no way she’s straight,” aeri said to jimin as they sat on the dance room floor, watching the backup dancers interact. “just look at how she’s dressed today. there’s a no way she didn’t wake up this morning thinking, ‘I want to attract women.’”

yn was a feminine girl, but when she wanted to switch it up, she switches it up and it always got jimin flustered, like that one time yn walked into practice dressed like that for the first.

“oh my gosh.” jimin said out loud as she stood behind yn in shock, is her face red? it feels like it’s on fire.

“huh?” yn turned to look at the leader who looked like she was two shades away from looking like a fire truck.

“nothing.” the she responded quickly before rushing over to stand with minjeong.

she bit her lip softly as she listened to aeri’s reassurance, she watched as yn playfully pushed her fellow dancer’s hair behind her earn and pulling the girl closer to her causing the girl to laugh flustered.

“yeah there’s no way she’s straight.” jimin agreed watching the scene, “how do I talk to her?” she turned her head to look at aeri who tilted her head to think.

“ask her for help on a dance move,” aeri said before laughing at jimin’s offended face, “put your ego aside, she’s the best dancer in the room, do you want her or not?”

“I do.” jimin responded immediately.

“okay then get ur butt up and ask her.” 

“right now?”

"yes!" aeri shouted, grabbing jimin’s arm and pulling her to her feet. both girls stood, and jimin looked at aeri helplessly. with an exasperated eye roll, aeri gave jimin a gentle push towards yn.

jimin felt like her stomach was gonna drop to her ass, she slowly walked to the attractive dancer who was talking animatedly to her friends.

as she made her way to yn, jimin glanced back at aeri, who gave her an encouraging nod. taking a deep breath, jimin tapped yn’s on the shoulder.

the dancers quieted down as yn turned to look at jimin, a smile immediately lighting up her face and making jimin want to melt.

“hey, I was wondering if you could help me with this one move. you seem to do it the best,” jimin asked smoothly, mentally giving herself a high five.

please say yes.

yn nodded immediately. “of course!” she said, subconsciously placing her hand on jimin’s back to guide her toward the mirrors, making jimin’s heart flutter. “let’s go over here.”

jimin glanced back at aeri, who gave her a big thumbs up, before turning her attention back to yn.

jimin couldn't help but notice how yn adjusted the baseball cap on her head, finding it oddly attractive. she then turned to jimin , her smile still big.

“so, what move do you need help with?" she asked warmly.

jimin stared for a second before thinking quick, “you know the one, before the song finishes I can’t seem to get it right.” she lies.

yn tilts her head confused because that was an awfully easy move but smiles nevertheless and nods.

as yn began to demonstrate the move, her hands lightly guiding jimin’s posture, jimin couldn't help but feel a rush of heat to her cheeks. 

yn’s touch was gentle yet firm, sending shivers down jimin’s spine and making her heart race. Trying to maintain her composure, jimin focused on mimicking yn’s movements, but every brush of yn’s fingers against her skin sent a jolt of electricity through her body, leaving her utterly flustered.

“are you getting it?” yn asked looking at jimin, who nodded rapidly, “good.” she said smoothly, “I honestly thought you had it from the beginning, it’s a pretty easy move.” she laughed making jimin laugh nervously.

“oh.. yeah no I was really struggling.” she says to yn who laughed quietly to herself, “you’re a really good teacher though and dancer.”

a smile immediately makes its way to yn’s face, “thank you, you should come to the studio I’m at sometimes to really see me.” she suggests making jimin want to giggle and kick her feet.

“just jerk right?” jimin says surprised at how chill she sounds.

“yup.”

“yn!”

they both turned to see one of yn’s fellow dancers calling her over. yn turned to Jimin, her smile apologetic yet genuine.

"I should see what they want," she said, "but it was fun helping you though. I better see you at the studio!" with that, she walked over to her friends, leaving jimin feeling a mix of disappointment and anticipation for their next encounter.

should I go?

she went.

jimin stood in shock as she watched yn dance in front of the camera she had four other men dancing with her but for some reason was dancing more masculine than them.

she was just too good, at fitting whatever vibe that was asked of her, another thing that jimin admired about her.

once the song was done, she saw yn turn to her and flash her infamous bright smile towards her.

she had to keep her giggle down when yn made her way over to her, “you actually came!” 

“I wanted to see you in serious action.” jimin said smiling at yn who wrapped her arms around her in a hug, she has to thank aeri for this. 

"so... what did you think?" yn asked after releasing the aespa member, stepping close to jimin. "I wasn’t even supposed to do this dance, but I was called in last minute."

"It was good! really good," jimin replied, flustered by how close yn was standing to her, “I’m definitely gonna come more.”

“you lost definitely should,” yn said before looking at the exit door to the dance room, “wanna come with me to get water?”

“sure.” jimin said immediately following behind yn who made her way to the exit.

she watched as yn put money in the vending machine and took out her water, “so have any plans this weekend?” yn asks her as she leans against the wall and takes a sip out this water.

“not really just practicing.” jimin responds as she watches yn wipe her sweat with the bottom of her shirt, “you?”

“just shopping, I want to get this cute pink dress I saw the other day, it has a bow on the back and everything, the model looked so hot in it.”

“I’ll definitely show it to you later when I get my phone.”

she liked how comfortable yn made the setting she just knew how to keep the conversation going, maybe this would be a good time to ask her to hang out and not a normal hang out like hang out.

please say yes

aeri would just tell her to bite the bullet and ask.

she let out a deep breath, “yn?”

“mmh?”

“my eye has been on you for a while… I was just wondering if you would like to hang out?”

“hang out? sure.”

“like hang out hang out.”

“oh…”

yn get up from the wall and turned to face jimin fully, “jimin I would love to hang out, but not in the way you want to too, sorry to break it to you but I’m straight.”

um, yn straight? this has to be a prank.

“oh…”

she’s gonna kill aeri.

[thinemoonshine]

༄LECHE OF THE SIRENS.ೃ࿔*

corrupt!enhypen ot7 x siren!reader warning(s): those stated in the first chapter, enhypen are all insane, self-harm, betrayal, death and violence, (y/n) treats the boys like puppets on strings, gore(barely), suggestive themes, the boys being literal criminals, spiking drinks, intoxications, they suffer and finally get what they deserve...and more type: mini series word count: 17.2k

jungwon and riki are now smitten which means that (y/n)'s plan is near perfection. now, all that's left is to finally bestow upon them the 'reward' that they deserve. a truly picturesque ending is about to befall them... well, at least to (y/n), it is.

𝓟𝓐𝓡𝓣 3 (the finale)

𝒥ungwon finds himself watching (y/n). It began with curious glances and grew to become mezmerised stares and eventually, lead him to roam with the anticipation of bumping into her. It's so painfully obvious and (y/n), being the little bundle of rainbows and sunshine she is, obviously entertains him.

She of course, doesn't miss throwing in a couple of snarky remarks and pulling off little rebellious acts just to give him a taste of both sweet and spice—preserving his interest until it becomes permanent. And like the others, she has succeeded. Being with (y/n), Jungwon seems to forget his social status and truly, it gives him a sense of relief yet at the same time vulnerable but he adores it. He's addicted to these newfound emotions and sensations he's never felt before.

The same goes for Riki whose guarded walls tremble and crumble with each day he uses to tutor (y/n) in dance. Every caress of her hand against his, every shy, longing gaze exchanged and every whisper of her hypnotizing, lulling voice brings goosebumps to wake on his skin. He finds himself shivering and buzzing with want towards her—to be the only one she lays her touches, to be the only one to be graced by her smiles and to be the only one whom she sees.

And Heeseung? A rat caught in a beartrap. His spirit has been through the roof ever since (y/n) confessed to him on how he's so special. Always sneaking bashful yet, hopeful glances at her when others are around and clinging onto her like a homesick pup at every chance they get to be alone—babbling and chanting how much he loves her, begging to be praised and reciprocated.

Others are no different. Each and every one pathetic, overgrown manbabies who don't see past their their own noses.

"(y/n)!" Sunoo calls for the girl and she exits her thoughts to lay her focus onto the other who's out in the sun while she stays shielded under the veranda. She smiles when she sees him fisting a number of small pink flowers with the widest, brightest grin on his face that rivals the sun. "Your favourite colour!"

(y/n) titters and nods and he returns to crouching on the radiant green grass.

There are others...and then there is Sunoo.

She's noticed how different he's become compared to how he was the first time they met. He's changed, but it isn't simply a facade or a temporary shift in character but he's truly changed.

With or without (y/n) in the picture, he acts the same. She's seen it plenty of times before. Whenever he and his six other friends would lounge, he'd stay quiet during the times when they would speak of scandalous topics or belittle those around them—present and yet, absent. When he would face a little mishap such as the servants accidentally spilling tea on his clothes, or when his aide would try to advise him, he listened. He did not immediately punish them nor does he harshly send them away but he stayed and listened—letting the servants apologise and letting his aide speak before sharing his won thoughts which more often than not are understanding and mindful.

Certainly, he does grow irritated every once in a while and it is clear that at times, his patience is forced and smile strained however, he's tolerant. More sensible and more...attentive to those around. A better him than he ever was before.

(y/n) looks up at Sunoo who's now standing upon her and she feels something light and ticklish resting on her crown. Bringing her hand up, her lips stretch to form a grin at the soft feel of dewy petals and she realises that Sunoo's made her a little flower tiara.

"You're beautiful," he compliments quietly, still shy despite the time they've spent together, and his cheeks glow in a shade skin to the petals on her head.

"How honoured I am to be called such by someone of your stature," she teases but the frown that places itself on his face displays his distaste for her statement.

Sunoo sighs before slowly bringing himself down to his knees to instead rest his cheek against her knees. "I've told you before not to mention about that..."

His sulky tone elicits a soft chuckle of amusement from her and she runs her fingers through his dark locks.

"How can I not? Living in this mansion, wearing fancy attires and feasting on gourmet meals—everything reminds me of it, of how I came from nothing. You can't deny it, Sunoo. We're both of different worlds," (y/n) emphasizes once more and it deepens his sour mien.

She halts her movements when he abruptly raises his head up to glare at her but it turns gentle immediately as a face of defeat appears.

"I know but...I will make it work. I'm certain I can. The moment father returns, I will explain to him. I cherish you, (y/n), and I want to live my life with you," Sunoo softly yet adamantly states as his hands clasp hers—drawing circles on their backs with his thumbs.

Hearing those words from him...aches her. An odd feeling.

(y/n) exhales deeply with a small shake of her head. "It will never work. I know my place and it is nowhere near you. Even if you were to tell your father, he will never accept me and I will never be granted your family name. It is more feasible that he will choose another to receive that honour."

Sunoo almost scoffs at her words. They are nothing but truth and that is exactly why he finds it more incredulous. Just as she said, he is a man of power, his family reigns over many, they are authority and yet, he is still confined to this rule that prevents him from having (y/n) to be his betrothed—to be united in holy matrimony until death do them apart.

Still, he is unable to break free from this ridiculous law and tradition. What use is power and name if he can't share them with (y/n)? What use is anything if (y/n) cannot remain by his side?

"Don't be too disheartened, Sunoo."

Her voice lures him out of his head and he lifts his head up to her before she cups his jaw with her hand. She smiles. "We do not need to be wed to stay together. I can still be with you... Perhaps, as a concubine of some sort."

Sunoo's lips fall open, in disbelief that she would even suggest such a thing. Does she truly believe that Sunoo will willingly let himself vow to be with another woman when he only has her in his eyes? And her expression—

His gaze flickers on her visages, not overlooking the subtle melancholia swirling in her orbs, or the stiffness of her smile and the soft knit of her brows.

How can he ever be able to let her suffer? So, he shakes his head. "No. I refuse it."

"What do you mean?" She almost gasps, interpreting his words as a rejection but he shakes his head once more.

Rising to sit on his heels, he then holds her face in his warm hands before staring at her with a look so determined and convicted that she falls quiet.

"We flee," he breathlessly says, as if he's been holding those words for the longest of times. "We run from this wretched place, away from this accursed fate and start anew. We'll follow our own rules without caring of what others may think. We'll live in our own place and we'll spend our lives happy with one another without the need to conform to all this...this absurdity that have been internalized within society."

(y/n)'s eyes widen and she shakes her head vigorously. "Sunoo, have you gone mad? You’ve lived like this for so long, what makes you think you can survive out there?”

“You.”

His answer is immediate, concise and assured. He spared not a single second nor breath to reply and his hand moves to tenderly tuck her hair behind her ear. A soft, loving smile forevermore on his lovestruck mien whenever he gazes at her.

“You, (y/n). Because of you, I am sure I will be able to survive for I cannot live without you. Yes, I am aware of the risk but I too, cannot ignore the undeniable so I have been considering to escape for some time,” Sunoo confesses and he brings his face closer to hers—tips of their noses touching.

“I will have everything prepared within 3 days and we will forever leave this place behind.”

‘Perfect,’ the girl thinks but externally, she continues to protest as she pulls away. “But Sunoo, this place is your home. You grew up here—created many beautiful, priceless memories and have many cherished belongings. You really want to leave all this behind? Will you not grow to yearn and mourn for it?”

The noble goes quiet at this, seemingly pondering over the fact or maybe even just realizing it. But then his eyes upturn once more into crescents and plush, rosy lips pull to a wide grin as he shakes his head side to side with his hair bouncing.

“My heart have already resided with you, my love,” Sunoo claims, voice wispy and enchanting. He leans forward once more, letting his lips graze the skin of her cheek before placing a kiss—then on the other side before on her forehead, eyes, her nose, jaw and finally her lips.

He savours the kiss—melting in the warm softness of her touch and relishing in her saccharine taste.

Sunoo’s hand that holds her travel upwards to gently run through his hair while the other gently guides her to tilt her head, wanting to deepen the kiss.

But before he can, (y/n) turns her face away slightly to speak.

“If…If we truly are about to leave then, can I make one request?” (y/n) asks and Sunoo nods, attention all on her. “Would it be alright to have a little outing? There is this place that I know of, that I often frequent before I came here. It was always tranquil with a view so picturesque that I wish to visit it just once more.”

The subtle bobs of his head urge her to continue.

“I’m more than ready to leave once the time comes, but I too know that it means that I will never be able to visit that place again. Your father…I don’t reckon he will simply let you go without sending his soldiers to a search party,” she lets out an airy chuckle, bittersweet, and Sunoo knows that she’s referring to the constant hunt they will be apart of—not until they finally go as far as they possibly can from here.

It aches him, to know that the reason why they have to be like this, that she has to suffer this fate is because of him. Despite choosing to flee, it was actually his last resort as he knows that by doing so, they will be in a constant chase of cat and mice.

As if fugitives, and yet the only ‘crime’ they’ve ever committed is fall in love.

“Then, we shall go to this place tomorrow morning. I will tell the servants to prepare what we need,” Sunoo offers and the girl nods but then rests her hand on his arm lightly.

“Can we bring the others?”

“What?” Sunoo’s voice raises in pitch from surprise, not expecting her to want to include his friends. And truthfully, as inappropriate timing as it is, he feels jealous. “Why—I mean, they might not want to join.”

Never in a million years and more will they refuse and Sunoo knows that. Which is exactly why he’d prefer them not intruding.

But at the dispirited mien she wears, he immediately goes back on his words.

“But, of course! They have not ventured for a holiday as of late which means they would love to attend,” he brushes off his previous statement with a light chuckle and the girl’s spirit returns.

(y/n) practically buzzes as she beams and her pecks on his cheeks make them glow bright pink. “Splendid! It’s just that, I figured it’d be nice to have a final farewell. You’ve been friends for the longest of times, it’s only proper.”

Her attentiveness towards him makes him feel afloat, so light and giddy. To think that her proposition is for him makes him feel so touched.

So, so loved and wanted that he’s unaware of the wickedness and maliciousness that drips from her ‘harmless’ words.

‘Final farewell, indeed,’ she thinks as Sunoo fixes the flower crown to sit prettily on her head.

—

“So, a sudden excursion?” Jaeyun asks as he slips into (y/n)’s dwelling that afternoon. The girl looks up from her book and smiles at him—not making a single attempt whatsoever to move because a moment later, Jaeyun’s head rests on her outstretched lap while he lays perpendicular on her bed. “What prompted it?”

The girl hums as he plays with her hand that hovers his face—massaging her palm and folding her fingers. “Just needed a breath of fresh air.”

“Then, I reckon it has nothing to do with Sunoo’s father returning from his business trip. For example perhaps-” His eyes shift to stares into hers. “A little getaway for goodbye?”

His intellect surprises her considering how he is akin to a clingy puppy at most times.

She doesn’t reply and he sits up, now facing her after he turns his body.

“It is??” He asks in disbelief, eyes popping and mouth gaping. Sorrow flashes across her face and that’s enough to answer him—large hands clasping both of hers instantly as he mirrors her expression. “That can’t be. You can’t leave me!“

She sighs, feigning despair. “I have to, Jaeyun. Sunoo’s father will not take me kindly as you all have.”

“You have the choice to come with me. All you have to do is choose me," Jaeyun offers desperately, his grip tightening at every emphasis and (y/n) is once again taken aback by the pure genuineness from his pleading gaze.

However, (y/n) has grown bored of entertaining these entitled men. So instead, she just turns away. "You know where I stand, Jaeyun."

Her firm refusal has him breaking, shattering, and he's confident he has never felt agony as excruciating as this. It drives him mad.

Tears well in his eyes and (y/n) feels his grip tremble violently around her encased hands before cold air suddenly caresses her skin. She furrows, not expecting for him to simply let go but she is instantly corrected at the sound of objects clattering.

Her eyes widen when she sees him holding a candelabra to the skin of his arm, sleeve messily rolled as the cold item shakes in his quivering hold. The candles have all been broken and discarded to the floor along with the trinkets put on her desk.

"Jaeyun...put it down."

The latter shakes his head—bottom lip tight between his teeth, pretty eyes streaming hot tears that cascade down his flushed cheeks as he swallows his sobs into choked whimpers. "You're not leaving me. Y-you just can't! How can I live without you?? A day without you has me yearning for your soft caresses and whispers! Needing to be graced by your laughter and smiles! Do you think I could survive if you were to be absent for longer?"

'How is that my problem?' (y/n) internally hisses a snarky thought but she remains a solicitous charade. "Jaeyun, you know I have no choic—"

"You do!" The other interjects, almost in a roar before he swallows harshly to quell himself. "You're the only one who says that! You have the choice to choose me, or any other but instead you decide to be tethered to Sunoo. Yes, he saved you! And yes, he brought you in but I could've done the same! And I can do so much better than he ever did!"

He presses the sharp edge of the candelabra onto his flesh before letting it slice against his skin, drawing blood and (y/n) gasps at this, now turning (appearing, at least) frantic.

"Don't do this, Jaeyun!" She begs as she rushes to him and albeit seeming to be guarded, he makes no effort to push her away when she runs into his chest.

Her fingers curl into the light ruffles of his white shirt and she shakes her head vigorously. "I'll think of something! I-I may not be able to be with you all the time but I will come to visit! I will make sure of it."

He stiffens instantly, expression falling to indifference and gaze hardening as he emits a shuddering breath. "So, injuring myself is not enough for you...?"

She furrows, both amused and gobsmacked at his mindset. It's ridiculous how he thinks he can make her do anything for him. It's laughable.

"Then, will you turn to me if I were to do it to Sunoo?"

(y/n)'s brain quietens almost instantly at that. Shocked.

'He's threatening to hurt...Sunoo?'

Jaeyun tilts his head upon noticing the immediate shift of response from her. He scoffs, lips pulling to a smirk as he wipes his teary eyes and cheeks with the back of his unoccupied hand. "Answer me, (y/n). Will you?"

And suddenly, she's...furious.

The noble is given no room for reaction when she abruptly smashes her lips onto his after a rough yank of his collar.

His brows raise and grip loosens—dropping the candelabra with a loud THUD! against her carpeted floor—he's roughly pushed before being forced onto the bed when its edge touches the back of his knees.

Jaeyun grunts into the kiss when he feels her teeth pierce his lip and the metallic taste of blood spreads on his tongue—sending an electrifying feeling through him.

He gasps violently when she pulls away, in desperate need of air, especially because of the pleasuring pain but is indubitably titillated by her assertiveness. He breathes heavily as he looks up at her with clouded eyes and flaming red skin—his head unable to conjure a single coherent thought as he's overwhelmed by his crave for her.

"Just listen to me, hm?" (y/n) hisses deceptively sweet with a raise of her brow and the other gulps, nodding like the mindless little mutt he is. Her hand begins to caress his cheek before she traces the centre of his throat down to the dip between his collarbones and down to his chest, making him arch to her touch.

He mewls loudly but immediately bites his tongue to quieten himself at the disapproving look she throws him. He must be insane. He truly must be, especially for (y/n). To feel more aroused by her anger is unnatural, is it not?

So, why does he feel himself getting stiffer and needier by it?

"What was it that you were saying before?" (y/n) asks and Jaeyun groans, eyes fluttering shut when her hand begins to trace shapes on his chest. "You wish to harm Sunoo? Hm?"

Something tells Jaeyun that by agreeing, it will only further fuel the flame of her anger. So, he does.

"Yes..." He pants out and immediately lets out a choked moan when her other hand finds its place around his throat in a tight hold.

"Don't," she seems to coo and her sickly sweet voice right beside his ear makes his eyes roll to the back of his skull. "Do not even think of doing so. He is my saviour, Jaeyun. You harm him and you'll do the same to me. You will listen to me, will you not?"

He's far too consumed by her to even respond and she frowns—squeezing his neck until it narrows his air supply and his eyes shoot open to look at her.

"Answer me, Jaeyun. Will you?" She mimics him and the knowledge of that is so ravishing to him. To think that she's outsmarted him using his own words? Oh, he's bewitched.

And the violent nods he performs is enough to tell.

Seeing his excitement makes her scoff. 'How wretched.'

"What a good listener you are. Such a good little thing," she insults, but at his airy whimpers and fluttering eyes, he obviously did not comprehend.

As expected of a despicable, dumb mutt.

—

It was the right choice to entertain Jaeyun. Because now, there is no tail behind her asking for attention for the rest of the day as he's incredibly spent and is recuperating in his chamber with a deep slumber.

"(y/n)? What are you doing here?" Jongseong asks when she steps into the kitchen.

She casts a glance onto the tea set in front of him. "I could ask the same to you. But from the looks of it, are you making tea?"

He nods before closing the pot and walking over to her with the tray in his hands. "None can make the beverage as well as I can—well, if I were to omit you."

(y/n) giggles and his chest fills with pride.

"Care to join me?" He offers and she replies with looping her arm around his, letting him guide her to the tea table at the garden.

And on the way they meet another, Sunghoon, who naturally invites himself to the table without even regarding their opinion.

"You can drink from mine," (y/n) pushes her cup to Sunghoon and he's glad to accept if it isn't for Jongseong shoving his own into the younger's face.

The latter's luxuriant brows knit at his intrusion but the older only shrugs.

"Any hints to where we are going tomorrow?" Sunghoon strikes up a conversation and (y/n) smiles ambiguously as she keeps her gaze on her cup.

“A place where land meets water,” she replies tersely.

Sunghoon arches a brow. "A beach? It seems you have an affinity for them. That is where Sunoo first found you, after all."

The girl grins as she traces the painted flowers on her cup. "No...and yes. The place I frequent is not a beach, but it is true I am fond of them, or more specifically, water."

Jongseong chuckles, finding her liking for something as simple and abundant as water both mirthful and endearing. "Yeah? What is it about them do you like?"

The sparkle in her eyes and blush on her cheeks are so lovable to them and they stare with faces of adoration—grins wide and gazes tender as they anticipate her answer.

"Well, water can solve most problems first and foremost. It's one of the essences of life. They quell the thirst of all living things—crops, animals and humans alike—and they also serve as medicine for certain illnesses. And if there are distasteful people then you can..."

She trails off, suddenly silent until she lifts her stare to meet with theirs. A ghost of a smile on her face. "Drown them."

Despite knowing of her insanity, Sunghoon himself is still shocked hearing it. Meanwhile, Jongseong is purely horrified to hear his sweet girl mentioning something so violent and unhinged.

But do they grow wary? No, not at all. They simply think it's just a personality quirk. A little more 'truth' from her as a sign that they've grown closer. Which in this case, is not untrue at all.

"That's a frightening idea, (y/n)," Jongseong gasps softly as he reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair away from her face. He looks at her attentively, his touch warm and inviting as he strokes the apple of her cheek. "Now, what gave you such a malevolent perspective?"

She shakes her head and takes a sip of her tea, meeting eyes with Sunghoon briefly as he stares at her with intrigue. "Sailors. They fall into the waters much too often."

Hoon tilts his head and dark brows knit subtly. "How do you know?"

"(y/n)!" Riki beckons and they all turn to the lad who jogs towards them.

He nods to his friends with a small, "hyung" uttered as a greeting to each and they reciprocate similarly. His eyes then shift to the lone girl and his lips curve faintly into a smile before he restrains it by pursing them together. "Sunoo hyung searches for you."

Both Sunghoon and Jongseong acquiesces her request to be pardoned but the former lad finds himself staring at her furthering back with a rather inquisitive stare—differing from the other who wears a small pout on his adorable petite lips.

"Let us call it a day. I doubt your inclusion is for the purpose of having tea and biscuits with me," Jongseong sighs out knowingly, ready to retire to his chamber and Sunghoon agrees. The two stand and bid brief farewells before going their separate ways and letting the servants tidy the table.

Riki and (y/n) are already within the safe, warm walls of the mansion. Both embraced by a comfortable silence before the lass breaks it.

"Why have you lied, Riki?"

Her cognizance makes his eyes widen and he whips his face to the other with alarm, mouth parted as he tries to justify himself but failing to.

His sad attempt amuses her and she titters with a soft shake of her head.

"Fret not. I don't mind and neither do I intend to tell the other two," she assures and Riki sighs in relief.

He clears his throat from embarrassment. "I...wanted to spend some time with you. As our ballroom lessons have ceased due to your outstanding ability, we have spent less and less with one another and I, well..."

Riki becomes reticent but it is not as if both he and her are unaware of his sentiments.

Of how he misses her.

After all, absence makes the heart yearn.

"Do you like them? The hyungs," he suddenly asks and (y/n) turns to him briefly, seeing him staring at his polished shoes before facing the front. "I noticed that you seem to be with them for most."

The girl hums in thought. "I have no favourites."

"Except for Sunoo hyung," he adds and it brings a smile on the other's face which is not unnoticed by the young man. It tugs on his heart effectively, in such a way that he wishes to be in the position of his older bestfriend.

In a rare state of distraction from her reverie of Sunoo, she fails to notice how the figure aside her has shifted to her front until she finds herself colliding softly against his chest.

She lifts her head up to meet his sharp, solid gaze that oddly seems to plead for her affections.

"Why? What does he have that I lack?" Riki asks out of the blue, voice in a forced composure.

'It has started,' she thinks as she recognizes that familiar green murkiness swirling in his deep brown orbs. 'The envy.'

"You lack nothing, Riki. How can you assume such a thing?" (y/n) comforts and it works wonders to assuage the young noble's anxiety—however, it is much heavier than how it seems.

"Then, why are you fond of him so? Is it not because he's pretty? Everyone tend to admire him for his beauty, his gentleness and elegance that are seamless. All so perfect, so admirable—everything that I—" He halts at the realisation of how emotional and whiny he sounds and he swallows the remaining words. 'That I am not.'

He is uncertain of when it started, but by the time he's regulated his thoughts, his breaths are heavy and eyes are burning as vision blurs from the pools that gather in them. He sniffles but quickly fakes a cough with a turn of his head—arm against his mouth to before he hastily presses it against his glossy eyes.

Exhaling a shuddering breath, he prepares to face her again but his throat tightens and water brims within his lash line once more when she calls for his name so sweetly, warmly.

"Riki, come here," (y/n) beckons softly, barely above a whisper and he gravitates towards her figure at her opening arms. His back hunches as he bends—now wetting the fabric on her shoulder as he hides his face against it and muffles his sobs with a harsh bite of his bottom lip. "What caused you to think of this?"

'Everyone, everything,' he wishes to say but only manages to think.

Throughout his whole life, he has been labelled as bad news and instead of choosing to work against it, to prove that it is all a misconstruction, he instead chooses to succumb to it. He fulfilled all those rumours they speak of him, conducted every misdeed no matter if it brought misery and ruin to others and became the monster they believed him to be.

To be the miscreant he believes himself to be.

Nevertheless, he reveled in it—the power and forced reverence he carries from this image—until he met (y/n).

He's never wanted, wished and prayed desperately for anything more than he has for her.

But seeing her so lovestruck and attached with Sunoo, or anybody else for that matter, it torments him. He began comparing them to himself—listing his flaws one by one and further digging the grave of desolation. Day by day, he understands why (y/n) prefers them more than she does with him, why she smiles more with them than him, why she likes them more than she likes him.

Why they're so much better than him in every single aspect and why she will undoubtedly turn the other way if she were given the choice to choose between him and anyone else.

And it kills him at every waking moment. And even in sleep, his dreams are haunted by this, like an incessant nightmare woven to cause him everlasting terror.

But he can't let her go. He just can't.

"Why must you come now? Why couldn't I have been to one to have found you?" Riki croaks feebly against her shoulder and the cordial, soothing caresses of her palm against his back only turns the faucets in his eyes even further. "Why am I such a wretched, worthless being?"

He has fallen too deep, feelings too grave that he is unashamed in leaving them bare. She will find out sooner or later after all. All these emotions too foreign and consuming for the young lord to keep them covert.

Her silence however, acts as some sort of balm to his distress. Seeing as she has not rejected him, he feels the slightest stroke of hope and his arms coil around her waist tighter—akin to a predatory snake and its prey yet, their roles are undoubtedly reversed.

“Why do…why do you favour Sunoo so much?” He then, asks.

If he can’t compete with Sunoo, then at least he can mimic him—try to adopt his characteristics that (y/n) adores with the wishful thinking that he will obtain even a sliver of her affinity towards the older.

“Why? Hm…” She begins to hum a tune that both acts as a calming lullaby and an anxiety inducing countdown from suspense. “It is because he listens well.”

“L-listen?” Riki inadvertently stutters at his choked words from emotional vulnerability but then begins to straighten his posture at the feel of her hand gently tugging him back by the nape.

The girls nods—letting her gaze run across his flushed, dewy face from his tears before offering a beguiling smile that renders him breathless. “It is simply because he listens so well… And for someone like me, that in itself is a miraculous gesture. You see, those with no identity nor status—and a woman at that—are often cast aside. So to have someone to listen to me so attentively, to be so uncritically accepting no matter what I say or do, it means the world."

'To listen...' Riki empathizes with her deeper than he expects. Despite being a complete juxtaposition, he is aware of how it feels to be unheard. All too well.

And to have this sort of connection between them rekindles that diminishing aspiration inside of him. He has a chance to earn a place beside (y/n). The only condition is to listen and he would be the biggest fool in the world to fail.

"I'm a good listener..." Riki mumbles and (y/n) brings her hand to cup his damp cheek to which he longingly leans into. His softened sharp eyes flicker between her own deep, inquisitive gaze as his plush lips part to speak feebly. "Give me a chance...please."

His frail tone laden with pure ambition and yearn brings a smile to her face—triumphant, wicked—and she nods gently.

"I will, Riki. Who am I to deny you?"

—

"You hide something."

(y/n) pivots on the heels of her feet at the voice that disrupts the silence of the balcony. Her gaze meets with the curious yet cunning eyes of Sunghoon as he approaches her with slow, calculated strides. "You sound certain of yourself."

"And you are not the slightest bit bemused," the noble quips and halts his steps when he looms over her. With a tilt of his head, a corner of his lips hooks to form a smirk. "As if you have been waiting for me to confront you. Is it not?"

His confidence is admirable and she scoffs at the thought of how useful of a quality it is to have as a siren. He would be perfect for the role—if he only deserves it.

The girl shrugs with a sly smirk of her own before taking a step back—letting her waist meet the white stone gate that protects them from a disastrous fall.

Despite the darkness of the night, the maiden is still radiant. The moonlight shining on her makes her seem to glow—hypnotizing eyes scintillating and beguiling beauty enrapturing him with each breath.

His hands find their way around her hips and his hold tightens momentarily when he takes a step forward—figures almost touching now and the proximity is honestly making him dizzy.

The softness of her bod and warmth that penetrates his skin seem to be working against him as well—rendering him dazed and mindless as he is filled with nothing but the thoughts of embracing her.

But no, he has an objective. He shall not let his resolve be so easily broken.

"Tell me. What is it that you have concealed from us? And why do you?" He manages to ask with composure despite the tremble of his limbs as he restrains himself from just pulling her into him.

Wearing a faux face of naivety, she strays her eyes from him. "Why are you so sure that I am hiding anything? I'm just a lone, forsaken girl who was saved by a young, rich noble with too much time and money in his hands. Unless, of course..." She returns her focus to the other as her mien now shifts to a daunting, challenging look. "You have an inkling to what it is that you say I withhold."

Her implication is accurate and Sunghoon's reticence proves it. So she taunts him.

"Come now. I thought you wanted me to reveal my truth so why are you the one keeping to yourself?" (y/n) scoffs and gently rests her hands on his slim bod—feeling the soft curves and dips of his abs beneath the thin night shirt he wears. She doesn't miss the sharp inhale he takes. "What am I hiding, Sunghoon? Enlighten me."

Sunghoon shudders when she slides her palms up higher to his chest before dangerously down to the low band of his trousers hugging his hips. "That you...you're a pirate."

Fits of giggles erupt from the girl before they evolve to laughter—hand cupping her mouth to prevent from being too loud and potentially awaking the others as tears brim her eyes.

A pirate? How creative. Although, it is the most plausible answer considering what he knows of her.

Found at the shore wearing ragged cloth, having an affinity for water, is aware of the fact that many sailors have met their doom at the seas—clearly, she is a pirate.

"I am impressed. If this is your way of flirting then I say you have succeeded," she teases with little airy chuckles escaping her and although to woo her is not his main mission, he can't help but feel proud and gratified.

Feeling emboldened, he decides to make a move.

"Does that mean you'll grant me a kiss?"

He will never admit it but he's desperate. His friends have all been graced by her touch and endearment, he knows that—even her secret relationship with Heeseung because the latter has become much too blissed out recently to even realise how obvious he's being, especially when drunk—so why has he not received anything from (y/n)?

Is he not ravishing enough? Impossible. Maybe, he's not charming? Not in any universe. Perhaps (y/n) finds him unattractive? Never does anyone find him so. He is the epitome of perfection.

Which means that the only reason why (y/n) has been so conserved with him is because she's bashful and hesitant. What if she is rejected by him? What if he finds her unpleasant? She must be so worried which lead her to be so guarded with him. All she needs is a little push and Sunghoon is more than willing to be the catalyst.

"Why should I grant you a kiss?" (y/n) retorts and the sight of her furrow amuses him.

'Ahh... She truly is a stubborn little dove,' he thinks as a beguiling grin stretches on his pretty, porcelain profile. "Why should you not? You do not need to shy away. I promise, I will not reveal any of our shared experience tonight to any other."

His narcissism oozes so profoundly, it chokes the maiden. And she wishes so badly to rip it from him.

"You're unworthy of it. You have nothing to be rewarded for," (y/n) states casually and his jaw clenches while stare hardens.

Reward? Why is she speaking as though he is a mere pet asking for treats? Does she not realise that him even offering her to touch him is an honour itself? Despicable.

"You think so highly of yourself to call a simple gesture from you as reward. You should know that your worth is decided by others—such as how you're treated like the lady of the house simply because the lord, Sunoo, has decided for it to be. But without him, you are but the same deserted speck of existence you were before."

Sunghoon's words are now venom, voice hissing and gaze akin to slicing blades. His fingers are forceful around her, sure to paint her skin in shades of purple and green but she retains her sangfroid.

The bewilderment on his face is so unbelievably comedic when he sees her completely unrattled and instead, wearing the same kind, inviting mien she always does.

"Were you not the one who asked me to 'grant' you a kiss? If it truly is as meaningless as you say, then why do you ask me for it?" She wittily responds and Sunghoon's visibly rendered speechless but he quickly picks himself up.

"Th-that was just a figure of spee—"

Once again, he's silenced—but this time by her lips pressed against his as she hungrily devours him.

Bratty boys have always been her favourite, after all.

Sunghoon's hands on her hips loosen from surprise and she takes the opportunity to press herself against him to which he enthusiastically reciprocates—bucking his hips forward and wrapping his arms around her before dipping his head forward to deepen their connection.

He groans pleasurably when her tongue slips between his teeth to explore the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. The tightness in his trousers grows and she feels him throb and twitch against her, causing her to skillfully spins their positions to instead, have him pressed against the stone balustrade before grinding into him.

Sunghoon moans loudly at this. The sensation much too stimulating through the flimsy, thin fabric of his slacks and her nightgown. He can almost feel everything.

Almost.

And it drives him crazy.

He subconsciously chases after her lips when she pulls away, craving for more, needing to be satiated and whines pathetically when she rejects by turning her head away. Still, he finds an alternative and latches his wet, bitten lips onto her neck to leave open-mouthed kisses.

"To see you so gravely affected by a worthless kiss, it makes me doubt your words," (y/n) brings up and Sunghoon huffs against her skin. "Anyways, you've gotten what you asked for so I think I should retire now."

She attempts to escape from his caging hold but his grip only tightens and teeth graze her skin.

"Wait," he breathes out heavily as he begins to nip and fingers dig into the flesh of her waist, clawing and squeezing in protest. "Don't go."

"Why? Were you not the one who said I am of no value? There is no reason for you to ask for my company," (y/n) intentionally rejects, wanting to see him surrender on his own accord—for him to admit himself that he yearns for the touch of someone as irrelevant as her.

Sunghoon is panting now, face buried in the crook of her neck as he shakes his head—lashes tickling her while hot breaths causing her hair to rise. "No..."

"Hm? You didn't?"

"I did! But am I wrong?" He remains egotistic as he raises himself slightly, just enough so his face is at level with hers as he glares stubbornly into her eyes and yet the shake of his dark, hungry pupils belie him.

She softly arches her brow, expressing her dissatisfaction to his remark and he subconsciously winces at it. "It seems I've wasted my time. I shall see you again tomorrow, my lord."

The term she uses to address him sounds foreign albeit it being only right. It makes them sound distant, and the tone she uses is frigid alongside her austere gaze.

He rejects it.

'No, no no!' Sunghoon chants as she manages to step aside and within a breath, he hurries to block her path to the inside—earning him a mien of incredulity from the girl which shifts into intrigue when he brings her hand to cup it against his face.

"I revoke my statement. I-I'm sorry so please, help me," he pleads through broken, wispy croaks and he nuzzles his face into her palm. His other hand then reaches for her other and brings it down to the centre of his slacks—her brows knit and eyes harden when he begins to rub her palm against the stiff bulge, letting her feel his desperation. "You did this to me. It's only fair that you will help me, right?"

To say she's disgusted is an understatement. The shameless act of using her hand to caress his arousal without her consent? Revolting.

"UGH!" A choked grunt emits from the other at her abrupt blow to his hardened core and he plummets to his knees at the agonizing pain. Never did he expect her to be so violent. His eyelids are shut tight before they snap open with shock at the blunt yet forceful affliction against his lower part.

His gaze travels down to the ball of her foot pressing mercilessly before he brings his eyes up to see what he can confidently say is the most lethal yet beautiful sight he has ever seen in his life.

There, (y/n) stands with a bewitching nonchalance, cryptic, that juxtaposes with her typical softness and he's reminded of the first time he spoke to her.

Stretching his lips to a smile, he was finally able to let out a small chuckle. "Are you sure your friends won't be upset with you by giving these to me?"

(y/n) shook her head and stood—hands dusting her skirt and straightening it before she turned towards the mansion.

"How are you sure?" Sunghoon asked once more as he too, rose to his feet and now towered over the other.

The latter tittered and brought her hands behind her back, clasping them together as she began to amble. "Because I ate them."

The memory kindles an unfamiliar sensation in him and suddenly, the pain she inflicts becomes more welcomed than he anticipated—head falling back, eyelids fluttering and tongue almost lolling out his hanging jaw.

(y/n) scoffs, feeling him twitch and throb under her foot and she lifts it before stomping down—eliciting something between a moan and shriek from the other as he shakes, eyes rolling backwards.

The girl's lips curve to a smirk at the enticing sight beneath her and she begins to massage him through the thin fabric which unsurprisingly makes his hips buck and body limp forward.

His forehead resting against her knee as she stands between his graciously parted legs. A shivering, whimpering and moaning mess as he starts to press wet kisses against her leg to try and distract himself from completely losing his brain from the pleasure.

(y/n) is going to have fun tonight, and she's amiable enough to grant him the same—seeing as it is the last time he will ever be able to.

—

Finally, the day of the trip arrives. Hearty laughter and merry conversations fill the air as the seven nobles rest upon the mats they've laid on the pillowy green grass of the hill. Picnic baskets filled with an abundant of food and beverage surround them, the dawn sky is in a beautiful, amber and pinkish hue while a constant zephyr caresses their figures.

A perfect day.

(y/n) has brought them to a small hill quite a far distance away, on the outskirts of the village and further into the forest. But the journey was not taxing. In fact, it is as nature itself have been awaiting their arrival—not a single vine nor stone obstructed their path, nor does any insect or any other fauna disturb their peace. The dispersed flora only adds more comfort and almost a sense of magical ambience as they ventured through before finally arriving at a cliff.

The seven understands now why (y/n) brought them to this place.

Grass is greener, sky is clearer and the view... oh, the view that greets them is unlike any other. Below the cliff is the sea and it is vast and breathtaking, stretching further away. The rising sun seems to be magically emerging from the waters as its light illuminates the surface to create the illusion of twinkling crystals.

"(y/n)! Come and have this beverage Jongseong just made! It's sweet and refreshing!" Jaeyun beckons and (y/n) pulls her gaze away from the gentle waves of the sea below them before joining the group.

Heeseung immediately opens his arm, inviting her to sit by his side on the mat while he supports his slightly leaning figure with his other hand.

The girl accepts which undoubtedly ignites some jealousy from the others but she cares not. Her eyes are only set on one, after all.

"Here," Jaeyun offers her the cup but instead of letting her hold it, he brings it to her lips and let her drink. Heeseung notices this and scowls at his excessive indulgence although, he too would do the same if given the chance.

The fiery competitiveness between both men is hilarious but she enjoys the princess treatment. For once, they are using their hands and energy for the sake someone other than themselves.

"Are you feeling cold?" Jungwon then approaches with a blanket in his hands and he sits on his heels before pulling down her lifted dress to cover her legs exposed by her sitting position. With an amiable smile, he gently lays the blanket onto them for extra warmth to which she thanks with her own small grin.

Sunghoon watches from the side with crossed arms and restrains a scoff. "All this coddling is going to suffocate her."

"That so? At least, we're doing something," Heeseung retorts and earns himself a glare but the moment Sunghoon meets eyes with (y/n), he shies away and the tips of his ears and cheeks mantle—recalling the intimacy they shared the night before.

Riki rolls his eyes at the olders’ childishness and yet he too, finds himself abashed once meeting the gaze of the girl and only manages to flash a sheepish smile before whipping his head away.

Jongseong does not fail to notice the two’s oddity but he says nothing, assuming that they must have shared an experience with (y/n). At this point, her relationships with his brothers are not a mystery. They've all seen how she's affectionate with each and every one of them but strangely, they do not argue.

It seems they've become aware that by doing so, it will only create more disadvantage for them. To argue means that (y/n) will undoubtedly return to the safe, peaceful embrace of Sunoo’s and stay hidden from their sight as to not provoke any more ire.

So they’ve learned to share—although, deep down each and every one of them wishes to monopolize her, to shackle her within their own cages that they’ve prepared just for her.

All except for one.

One who truly sees her as not a mere possession but a living, breathing being capable of her own mind and heart.

“It is a great day,” Sunoo sighs dreamily as he awes at the clear pink sky before turning his head to look at (y/n) who’s joyous laughing as she’s surrounded by his friends. He smiles, eyes akin to scintillating crescents.

Her image now is a stark contrast from how he and her first met. And knowing that she’s in a far better position now causes his chest to swell with relief and gratitude.

“She’s happy.”

Feeling his stare, (y/n) turns to him and is instantly greeted by the sight of him watching her with endearment and undivided attention. His hand lifts to wave at her and she feels her heart grow.

“It was ludicrous! If only they—”

Jaeyun halts his words when (y/n) starts to rise to her feet, letting the blanket slip off her lap and onto the picnic mat before she makes her way to whom she calls her saviour.

The other 6 watch with apparent flames in their eyes while they turn to deep shades of green—sentiments burgeoning when they see her naturally falling into his open arms like puzzle pieces.

Sunoo clings onto her before pressing his lips against her crown lovingly, pure adoration oozing from his every gesture—from his melting honey gaze to his delicate, lingering touches.

"What a perfect pair," Jongseong mentions and yet, the sarcasm in his voice is sharp and critical.

Heeseung's brows knit further at the younger's statement but he too can't seem to deny as his hardening gaze burns through the initial two. "On the surface they are."

'He is not the only one she adores,' they all selfishly think but appear unbothered aside from their overt jealousy.

"True," Jaeyun agrees confidently, almost vainly. "The only reason why she's so affectionate with Sunoo is because he brought her in."

"Really?" Riki asks curiously and his brows raise. If that is one of the reasons then it's no wonder Sunoo is unrivalled. How can they? Seeing as they took no part whatsoever in saving her.

Jaeyun nods, once again smug. "She told me last time when we were...sharing a moment together. She spoke of how prominent Sunoo is in her life but the only reason being is because she sees him as his saviour. She's indebted to him."

A silence follows as the other five dwell on his words.

"Then...she holds no deep affection for him?" Jungwon asks, wanting assurance as he blinks his cat-like eyes to the older who bobs his head.

"Her affections for Sunoo are as earnest as her feelings for us all."

And all of a sudden, an abrupt greed imbues their chests before it grows and stretches to the ends of each limb—up to the top of their heads down to their toes, the feeling gnaws and festers as a wicked idea surfaces.

If what Jaeyun says is true, that (y/n) likes Sunoo just as she does to them, does that not mean that they are all eligible to gain a position in her heart? The only distinctive factor that separates them from Sunoo is just her sense of gratitude for the addressed due to his heroism.

It is simply just that.

So, if he were to...vanish, per say, does that not mean that they all can vie fairly to be the new conqueror of her heart?

"Why are you all so quiet there??" Sunoo's yell hooks them out of their deviously scheming thoughts and they turn to see him tilting his head at them with a furrow of confusion. "Come! (y/n) says the view will be more wonderful when the sun rises!"

Sunoo swivels on his heels before jogging off to the aforementioned girl who stands near the edge of the cliff while his friends remain unmoving.

The six however, seem to share a similar sound of mind when they turn to one another to exchange ambiguous looks and malignant grins.

They know what they have to do.

"Wah~! The sky is painted in such pretty shades!" Sunoo awes naively with (y/n) by his side, unaware of the approaching six figures from behind. "(y/n), this place is—MMPH!"

A gasp erupts from the girl when she's abruptly pulled back by the shoulders by a pair of strong, large hands while Sunoo is roughly rendered immobile as his wrists are pinned to his back by a brusque grasp while another hand clamps his mouth.

His foxy eyes grow twice their size when he turns to see Heeseung smirking at him with malice glinting in his darkened eyes—immediately looking around frantically to ask for help from his other friends only to see them sporting the same countenances.

Sunoo blinks rapidly, flustered and panicked but he's still very much aware to check on (y/n)—grunting harshly below Heeseung's large, muffling palm when he sees the girl being held back by Riki.

"As much as I agree with this plan, I do think it is unwise for us to let (y/n) be a witness. She will only grow to contempt us from watching us kill her guardian angel," Jongseong voices out rationally from the side, arms crossed and sharp eyes darting between the captured two.

Jungwon clicks his tongue, dissatisfied and vexed at his older friends' rashness that lead to such a messy situation. "Well, it is much too late for that now, is it now? She's already seen us—no, she's watching us right now."

"Do not fret," Sunghoon suddenly chimes and his eyes meet with (y/n)'s glossy ones which turn to a glare instantly and he feels himself shiver with twisted delight. "I know someone who can make her forget all this ever happened. After all, my family has funded for the establishment of a mental institution near our home."

"Excellent!" Jaeyun claps his hand once to show his agreement, toothy grin flashing innocently despite being anything but.

They all then approach Sunoo, backfacing (y/n) in the process as if trying to obstruct her from viewing.

Heeseung lets go of his suffocating grip on the younger's mouth and he gasps for air desperately—panting and shaking as the lack of air catches up. But he's quick to recover.

"What is the meaning of this?!" He shrieks, glaring at the others with such ferocity that he almost seems unfamiliar to the rest. "Let me go this instant! Your pranks are not funny!"

Jungwon scoffs, lips pulled to a mocking smirk as he clutches Sunoo's dark locks within his hand and earns a sharp cry from the other. He yanks his head up as he stares daggers into his fox-like eyes. "This is not a jest, Sunoo. What it is, however, is the perfect plan to finally rid you off of your podium and let us have our rightful chance to gain (y/n)'s heart."

His words confuse the older whose brows visibly knit. "Wh-what?"

Jaeyun clicks his tongue with irritation. "Don't feign obliviousness now! You always keep (y/n) by your side, keeping her tethered to you with the excuse of you being her guardian!"

"I never!" Sunoo denies and this in turn, evokes Sunghoon's wrath.

"Is that so? Were you not the one who raged at me, accusing me of trying to 'steal' (y/n) away from you when all I did was suggest for her to get treatment for her wellbeing?" Sunghoon hisses, stepping forward while Won tightens his grip on Sunoo's hair. Hoon scowls at his rival before arching his dark brow challengingly. "Do correct me if I have wrongly misjudged you."

Sunoo can only bite his trembling lip, unable to refute and at his silence, the others begin to bombard him with complaints and curses—both aimed to bring misery and demise to the poor, young noble.

Meanwhile, (y/n) has been quiet and strangely compliant within Riki's hold and he is honestly bewildered. But his loosening grip becomes taut once more when she suddenly speaks.

"Riki."

Oh, how his heart skips beats just from hearing her mellow, sweet voice call for him.

"yEs—" He clears his throat at the unexpected crack in his voice. "Yes?"

"I thought you wanted to gain my favour," (y/n) then, says and he stays mute, not knowing what he should say. "I thought you said you wanted a chance."

He freezes, eyes widening briefly.

"Do you not want it anymore? Or maybe, were you simply just toying me around like all the others do?"

His throat dries. "I—No! Of course not! I was never toying with you! My feelings are genui—!"

"Your actions say otherwise," (y/n) spits abruptly and the ire in her tone makes his knees buckle and face pale.

Is she cross with him? Does she despise him now?

"You betray me," she says coldly, voice firm and rough despite its lack of projection. "You betray us. What we could've had."

The abrupt shift of her tone when he hears it crack and tremble into a feeble whisper makes him shake his head with horror at the realisation that he has disappointed her.

'You betray us. What we could've had.'

Her words echo in his ears and his bottom lip begins to quiver, desperate to justify himself and yet seeing the brutal scene unfolding before them—his brothers belabouring Sunoo both mentally and physically—he finds little to no chance of him saving himself.

Has he ruined his chances with her?

After she so kindly and graciously offered him one? Even when she's so patient and lenient by only setting him one condition and that was to—

"Listen," (y/n) shakily says and Riki looks down at the side of her face, heart clenching so suffocatingly he loses his breath. "I thought...you said that you'd listen—that you're a good listener. But perhaps, I should not have given you the benefit of the doubt."

CRACK!

And just like that, Riki's resolve shatters into a million shards and his thoughts have gone haywire.

He wants to rewrite himself for (y/n). He wants to prove that he can be better—he will be better.

And this objective is so strong and overwhelming, it blinded him. So, so blinding that he doesn't seem to notice how his hands have slipped from (y/n) to instead grapple another before brashly and mindlessly shoving them off the cliff.

A loud shout erupts while heads turn with shock and panic, all eyes widening and jaws falling.

"JAEYUN!" Jongseong shouts frantically as he runs to the edge to see the younger emerging from the water. Thank goodness, the sea is serene—calm and silent other than the soft splashes made by the smallest waves that hit the ragged sides of the cliff.

He sighs with relief, grateful for nature’s patience and understanding. If the waters were raging, Jaeyun could have suffered a fate much worse.

“Riki! What is the meaning of this??” Heeseung growls, clearly disapproving and upset. “Have you lost your mind—Oh."

Ears perk at the sound of controlled surprise that left their furious eldest's mouth and they follow his hard stare to see Riki standing behind (y/n) whose hand is wrapped around Sunoo's wrist.

Heeseung, with the other 4 nobles standing firm on his side, express bewilderment at the sight of the 3 who are clearly against them. But it does not linger in Heeseung as he's suddenly smirking—a scoff of disdain escaping—and he wets his bottom lip with a swift swipe of his tongue.

"Oh, so this is how it goes? Behind our backs, you've decided to consort with the enemy and betray your lifelong brotherhood," he hisses and Sunoo furrows deeply.

"Enemy? As in...me?" The latter asks with his tone feeble and shaky. The rims of his eyes are already brimming, glistening with hot tears as he recalls what just transpired.

Jungwon clicks his tongue with irritation as a groan of exasperation rumbles through. "Yes, you! Who else could it be, Sunoo?? If you were not such a selfish bastard who hogs (y/n) all to himself, it would not have gone this far."

Sunoo gasps, his wide shocked eyes meeting the venomous feline eyes of the younger who only scorns.

"It's fine, isn't it? After all, they are still outnumbered," Jongseong points out and the realisation fills the majority group with a sense of triumph. Their previously frigid faces now grinning malevolently as they begin to step closer. "Jungwon, make sure (y/n) remains obedient, will you?"

Jungwon snickers, thrilled as a wicked grin forms. "Of course."

However, just as the four are about to commence with their plan of once again, eliminating Sunoo but now with an addition of Riki, a loud, booming thunder roars—shaking the ground beneath them—before being followed by an explosive, sharp lightning that rips the sky—making them crouch and cower as they rush to to cover their heads.

The tremble is violent, the sound akin to a banshee's shriek and a heavy storm brews abruptly—clouds thickening and ridding of any sunlight while its snowy white trait turns into a deep, dark grey. It's all so sudden and unexpected. The previous sunny day seemed to be a mere figment of their imagination from how quickly the weather shifted. It's impossible.

"The waves are picking up! I-I'm starting to get carried away! Find help! AND QUICK!" Jaeyun shouts frantically from the waters. His yell is shaky as the body of water he floats in begin to turn violent. It almost swallows him but he manages to pull himself back up with a sharp gasp of air. His eyes widen with terror as he realizes how precarious of a situation he is in and the colour drains from his face. He flounders in the water as he looks up at the top of the cliff. "HURRY! PLEASE!"

Sunghoon combs his hand through his dark locks stressfully. A sharp hiss sounding as he listens to his brother's desperate calls. "We have to save Jaeyun first. The temperature's fallen and he will soon freeze. The waves will engulf him."

"Sunghoon's right. Search the carriage. There might be a rope or something in the emergency supply box," Heeseung sighs out exasperatedly before approaching the edge to look down at the floundering Jaeyun. "Stay afloat! We will get you some help so—"

"I've tried to be patient," (y/n)'s feminine, eerily calm tune interrupts Heeseung and they all whip their heads to her just to see her with her head hung down. "I've tried to be patient...just for the sake of Sunoo. I wanted him to be able to laugh with his brothers just a bit longer...for the last time."

As if listening to her hauntingly soft voice, the aggression of the waters have quieten, the winds now absent and even the faint rustles of small creatures have vanished—creating a still dead silence that makes her voice seem to echo.

"'Last time?' What are you..." Jungwon trails off when (y/n) slowly lifts her head to reveal her ghostly pale eyes, a mix between an icy blue and an exotic, venomous caledon with shimmering silver flecks surrounding her slit, pitch black pupils.

He gasps with terror, stumbling back on his heels and crashing against Sunghoon who wears the same, pale-faced look of horror just as the rest are.

But what scares them most is when she smiles, malignant and vengeful, and reveals lines of sharp teeth, sharper than razors that even just seeing makes them feel as if their flesh is being torn by rows and rows of blades.

She's a creature—a terrorizingly beautiful and bloodthirsty monster. They can see it in her piercing, predatory eyes.

"A witch... She's a witch!" Heeseung shouts accusatorily as he attempts to step back but once again, thunder roars and lightning strikes before the heavy clouds begin to shower bullets. The sounds of turbulent waves crashing against the cliff and the deafening rain muffle their ears from hearing anything else.

"DID I NOT MENTION BEFORE—TO NOT GRAZE EVEN A HAIR ON SUNOO’S HEAD?" (y/n) vociferates with a voice shrill and booming throughout the cliff. Her figure stands at the edge as her cutting gaze fixes on a speechless, petrified Jaeyun.

Sheer fright and panic as he struggles to remain afloat from the violent fearful tremble of his limbs combined with the hostility of the waters that exert his limits.

(y/n)’s reptilian eyes narrow as the ire in them bursts. “Yet, you still foolishly ignore…and so you shall pay.”

There is no time to wonder on what she means when Jaeyun abruptly begins to scream with excruciating agony. His sounds of pain alert the others who rush to inspect the cause—eyes widening and jaws unscrewing when they witness the horrid sight.

Red begins to diffuse in the water surrounding their fallen brother as he writhes and flails frantically in the pool. Invisible forces seem to be tearing through his clothes and deep into his flesh—creating cut after cut that seems to increase in severity the more it continues.

Jaeyun gargles a mouthful of salty sea water when he momentarily submerges from the overwhelming pain and yet he’s given not a moment of rest—continuously yelling and pleading for mercy as his deep injuries sting terribly with a torment like no other.

It’s as if his whole body is engulfed in flames as the salty liquid seeps into his open flesh and he struggles more and more to stay afloat.

“H-help! Help…!” Even his desperate cries have grown weak—his throat burning from the salty pool and eyes threatening to shut as the blood loss sends his consciousness slipping.

“What is happening?? What’s causing him those injuries? Are there sharks below there??” Sunghoon frantically voices, in panic at the terrifying state of his friend.

Jungwon trembles violently, fearful and yet unable to tear his eyes away and that’s when he sees it. Sharp, shimmering tails. His face blanches immediately as throat dries, his heart thumping so forcefully and quickly from the terror that it seems to wish to escape on its own. “No…these are not sharks.”

And as if awaiting for a more dramatic flair, the figures that have been shredding Jaeyun from below the surface like piranhas emerge with mischievous, devious eyes and wicked grins that display their rows of razor teeth.

They bear the same characteristics as (y/n)—pale, icy eyes that drip with malice and an ethereal beauty so deadly it gags them.

"They cannot help you nor can you help yourself," (y/n)'s voice rings and it surrounds them from every angle, from every direction, even through the deafening storm as if she's enwrapped their heads—yet here she stands upon them. "I am your only salvation."

Chills run down their spines as they attempt to maintain a defensive stance but it's an impossible feat with how heavy the rain is—it quickly bringing them to their knees from its sheer intensity and weight. Fear dominates them as they realise how greatly disadvantaged they are—vision greatly blurred and ears deafened but ironically, they also feel a sense of...excitement.

They can't calm the trepidation and yet, neither can they contain their obvious anticipation of what's to come. Their hearts are racing, cheeks flushing as they wonder what sort of deviousness (y/n) has planned for them.

And that hopeful feeling only multiplies when the sound of her giggles echo—silencing every rational, coherent thought as they physically tremble with titillation.

It's her.

At the end of the day, it's still her. The girl they adore, the girl they admire and have fallen so deeply with to the point of an unhealthy obsession. They've always wanted her, that's the main reason why they even orchestrated to remove Sunoo in the beginning. But now, seeing as how they're so desperately craving her, needing and yearning for her despite seeing her true nature, they realise that they've gone truly insane.

Nevertheless, they think they will truly lose their mind if they are not graced by her presence in the next second.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), D-DARLING!" Heeseung is the first to crumble as he practically uses all the air in his lungs to howl for the girl. "I'm sorry! I-I never should have acted so foolishly! It is a mistake and I will repent! Just—just let me join you, my love!"

Another giggle and he jolts in his position at the pleasant goosebumps that rise on his skin. He pants before inhaling deeply, about to holler once more but is halted by a hand clasping his mouth with a harsh slap.

(y/n) looms over him, reptilian eyes cutting into his as her long, forked tongue runs across her razor teeth and despite the horrifying nature of her form, Heeseung smiles beneath her hand.

The girl of his dreams, she's come to him.

"Silence yourself or I shall do it for you," she hisses as her fingers dig into his cheek and bends down slightly only to bare her teeth when he attempts to raise himself, desperately chasing after her. "Disgusting."

Still keeping a hand over his mouth, she shifts her focus to the other three who are already staring at her as much as they can with eyes straining due to the storm—hoping to get even a sliver of the attention that she gifts Heeseung.

"Mmph...(y/n), please. Take me back. I-I'm sorry," the eldest of the nobles muffles against her palm as he presses needy kisses against her cold skin. "Pleasepleaseplease—"

"Enough!" She snaps brusquely and he shudders, eyes fluttering at her command to which she recoils at. A pathetic specimen of a man.

This is not what she wants—she refuses to let them find pleasure nor contentment from her ministrations and yet, Heeseung’s brain is far too muddled with his affections for her that even her insults are defined as rewards.

She cannot let that be.

Heeseung’s round eyes grow twice their size, bulging out of their sockets and unconcerned for the sharp droplets stinging them as an inexplicable, unendurable pain burns at his cheek.

His voice is untamed, shouting and yelling in pure agony as the taste of his own blood spreads on his tongue—the result of (y/n) ruthlessly, in the slowest, most excruciating manner, stabbing her sharp nails through his cheek until her fingers press down on his wet pink musclle.

Heeseung writhes and thrashes, desperate to flee from her blade fingers as she continues to viciously rip through his soft tissue, nearly ripping his whole jaw but she stops before she reaches that far. She'd hate for him to die so quickly.

Pulling her hand back roughly, she revels in the way he continues to scream through the pain as bloodshot eyes flow endlessly with thick tears—his body toppling over to land on his back harshly as his skull crashes onto the stone ground.

The large hole at the side of his face oozes with thick, dark blood like a waterfall and into his own mouth as he twitches and jumps like a fish out of water.

She then turns to the other three with a sharp spin and she smiles sweetly although the blood of their brother that drips down her hands as she clasps them express otherwise. “How rude of me to not entertain the rest of my company. As an apology, I will grant each of you your own personal attendee. Now, won’t that be swell?”

The three nobles are rendered speechless from fright, throat dry and body paralyzed both from her horror and the rapidly dropping temperature. Despite it being supposedly early morning, the day is more fitting to be evening with how the sun is completely veiled behind thick layers of dark gray clouds.

Harsh winds blow, adding more to their chill as if the storm is not sufficient enough to freeze them.

“(y/n), please… I thought we had something. I thought we were companions,” Jungwon attempts to crack her stony heart and yet the frigid stare she casts him is enough to confirm that she will not be swayed—by any means possible. Tears brim his eyes and he blinks furiously as breaths begin to grow ragged and rushed, desperate.

Sunghoon’s quick to notice that he’s begun to hyperventilate and he grunts, struggling to move his laden figure and clothes to reach the younger. “J-Jungwon.”

This act doesn’t go unseen by (y/n) and yet, she simply turns her head away. They deserve not even a pinch of mercy.

Growing impatient, she thinks she might just finish the job by herself until the melodious song of her people begins to pierce through the air.

Its hypnotizing quality is overwhelming, instantly putting the nobles in a hazy condition, a brief moment of respite, before being abruptly drowned into a sense of deep desolation and uninhibited anguish.

Their previously melodious hums shifted suddenly into bloodcurdling banshee shrieks and wails as they arrive atop the cliff—all wearing white rags and hanging from their shoulders as a poor excuse of clothing however, it only makes them appear more haunting and daunting.

Akin to ghostly, vengeful spirits thirsty for blood—which in this case, is not entirely false.

The fear and shock that imbue in the kneeled nobles’ figures jolt them immediately, even Heeseung who was writhing against the floor and Jungwon who was struggling for breath.

As if orchestrated before, the maidens all divide themselves to stand behind a man each. The ominous ambiguity of what’s to come fills the humans with a dread alike no other and they’ve begun to plead for (y/n) to “grant us mercy!” or “we will change—be better men!”

All of which, she disregards.

“As promised, you all will have a woman each—is that not to your preference?” (y/n) mocks, tone light as if she is doing them a favour and yet the condescension that paints her features are a telltale sign of her true intention.

Her words make them quickly shake their heads. They’ve seen the fate that has befallen Jaeyun as he was ripped to shreds in the waters before.

As if hearing their thoughts, (y/n) grins and with a snap of her fingers, another maiden arrives with a limp body carried in her strong arms before it’s dropped carelessly in front of the four.

Their eyes widen and jaws drop to see their brother—whom they assumed was dead—wheezing laboriously as blood continues to spill out of his deep, flesh cuts that are carved into every surface of his bod.

His expensive attire now completely stained with a crimson shade while his skin is paled with almost a bluish undertone.

He’s still alive—surviving, to be exact—and yet he already looks like a corpse. Jaeyun’s eyelids flutter as he attempts to lift them but to no avail and he continues to pant and moan feebly at the excruciating torment, not even aware that his brothers are by his side.

“Jaeyun!” Jungwon calls out, feline eyes round, but he’s restricted from uttering another word when the siren behind him roughly clasps his mouth with her cold hand, the other grappling his shoulder with long sharp nails that sink into his flesh.

He grunts against her palm as blood seeps through his shirt from his fresh wounds.

(y/n) giggles, a sound too sweet for someone so diabolical and the nobles thrash within the grasps of their captor when they’re abruptly immobilized by the siren standing behind them.

Each of the mystical being now standing on their knees as their arms wrap around the man relentlessly—mimicking (y/n) who holds the same pose with the dying Jaeyun in her embrace.

“They’ve made quite the masterpiece with Jaeyun,” (y/n) starts as her lips graze the shell of his ear down to the crook of his neck, the smell and taste of his blood drowning her senses—pupils dilating and forked tongue running across her bottom lip. She then turns to the sirens with a glint in her eye. “If you will, ladies, mirror the art that I hold now?”

And without warning, shrieks and screams of terror and agony rip through the heavy storm as the sirens mercilessly begin to ravage the nobles with their sharp long nails and predatory teeth.

Even when the humans beg to be saved, plead for them to stop, they all fall on deaf ears as the sirens seem to find enjoyment in their torture.

High pitched giggles and laughter emit from the group of enchanting women as they continue their ruthless savagery to the battered lords.

(y/n) stares with sparkling orbs, awed, before she turns her head to the side to face Sunoo and Riki who are held tightly by a siren each—although, not quite in the same predicament as their brothers.

She tilts her head, brows dip and lips in a faux pout. “Do you see what happens to bad men? You should be grateful that you are not among them.”

Riki with dark hair matted to his forehead from the rain, gulps as his fingers twitch by his sides. His eyes refuse to stray from his childhood friends despite the gruesome sight that is displayed. However, deep within his chest, he can’t help but feel somewhat…relieved.

With his five brothers gone, there are less rivals to compete with to gain (y/n)’s affections. With his brothers gone, he can finally do as he wishes without their haughty, domineering presences that always overlook him due to his young age.

With them gone, he can finally have (y/n) all to himself. Of course, there is a matter of Sunoo but he has always been the softest, kindest among them. He’s more than certain that Sunoo will be willing to share. Especially now that he’s lost all of his friends, Sunoo is expected to want to hold anyone that’s left close to him—and that is Riki.

His dark, twisted mindset is left unknown by Sunoo whose face is flushed red and moist not only from the rain but the thick waterfall of tears that cascade down his cheeks.

The latter is trembling in his stance as his hands are clenched tightly. Watching his friends, his brothers, family, being murdered right in front of him ruins his mentality in a way that can’t be reversed.

He’s despondent, grieving and sympathetic yet at the same time, he’s confused, awed and accepting. Because who is he to deny the accusations that they are men of corruption? They’re vile people, wicked and selfish. It is no wonder that they are now suffering from the price of their sins.

Yet at the same time, they’re his close friends. They grew up together, spent time with each other more than they do with their own families. So to see them being tortured in such inhumane way ruins him.

“(y-y/n),” he managed to croak out and despite it being deafened completely by the raging storm, (y/n) manages to catch it—eyes shifting from Riki to him in an instant. “Please...”

Hearing his plead, (y/n) ponders for a moment before suddenly raising her hand that previously held Jaeyun’s jaw and the sirens halt.

Despite their pause however, the four men continue to writhe and groan exhaustedly as the pain from their multiple injuries continues to send ineffable agonizing sensations shooting through their limbs and shutting every other sensations.

“Sunoo,” (y/n) calls, her voice in that same echoey, haunting yet dulcet quality. Her arm outstretches to him and the siren that holds him easily loosens her grip to which he quickly escapes to instead, run to the maiden that holds his heart.

“Please stop this,” Sunoo whispers with a crack in his voice, eyes constantly flooding with tears even as he searches her face for an answer. His pale, quivering hands reach up to cup her face as his thumbs gently caress her wet skin. “Please, please, (y/n). I can’t bare to watch this any longer.”

His words are heavy, deep with genuine remorse and desperation before he breaks down into complete sobs. Short inhales and shuddering exhales as he brings his face closer to the girl—nose brushing against hers before he places a chaste kiss on her lips. “I beg of you.”

He pulls away, expecting to see that delicate, fond smile that she always graces him and yet what greets him is pure nonchalance, almost like the face of a porcelain doll as she blinks.

“How brazen. Do you truly think you are innocent enough simply because I do not punish you as I do them? How adorable,” she coos condescendingly and Sunoo’s face falls, shocked and bewildered. He yelps when she abruptly yanks his head back by the hair—the pain stinging and bringing tears to his already brimming eyes. “Do you think that just because I hold affection for you, your past sins are now irrelevant? Because that is simply foolish, Sunoo. There are many, many that have become victims to your iniquitous deeds. And until now, they are still suffering.”

Sunoo can only bite his tongue at her words. She’s right. She has always been. It is true that he’s done a great deed of evil and it costed the peace and sometimes even, lives, of others.

And he’s only begun to realise that when she came into his life. He strived to be better for her, to provide his people with a comfort that they rightfully deserve since way before and he’s proved that he’s capable of it. He has changed.

But never once did he ever regret his undoing from the past. Never once did he take a moment to sit and mourn for the people whose lives he has ruined. He has completely forgotten them, hoping to simply conceal them from existence by being good.

“I-I’m sorry,” Sunoo sniffles, biting his lip with an intensity that draws blood. “I’m sorry.”

(y/n)’s heart aches and she frowns, tightening her grip on his hair before tossing him away haphazardly. “It is not me you should apologise too, but the people.”

He crashes against the stony ground of the cliff and the sounds of his brothers screaming and howling fill his ears once more as the sirens resume their activity.

Sunoo curls into a ball with hands tight against his ears as if it will drown out the product of his brothers’ misery.

And this goes on and on until they’re practically holding onto their dear life by a thread. With eyes that struggle to open, mauled chests that rise and drop as if they’re weighted by bricks and figures completely marred by lacerations on every surface of their skin and flesh. Their faces and limbs mangled beyond recognition.

The storm calms too, now turned into a light drizzle and Sunoo finally rises to sit albeit weakly before whimpering as the sight of his friends lying inert in their own pool of blood greets his vision. He can still hear their desperate, harrowing screams for mercy, to be alleviated from the pain with a quick death—“just KILL ME! please! PLEASE!”—echoing in his head like an everlasting mantra.

The sirens now completely vanished from thin air as if they were never there. Only the damage they've inflicted on his brothers are proof of their existence.

“Riki, come here,” (y/n) beckons and the young lord immediately moves as soon as he's unbound—being in a much better condition than Sunoo although the thick gloss on his eyes, grit teeth and knit in his brows belie his indifferent front.

He lowers himself to one knee beside (y/n) and tries his best not to cast his gaze onto the whimpering, debilitated Jaeyun in her hold and yet his attempts are proven futile at (y/n)'s request.

"Can you help me clean up?"

Riki blinks before nodding without a moment's hesitation. "What do you want me to tidy?"

The girl says nothing although the sly yet, almost sympathetic mien that forms on her visage tells him.

His plush lips part as the air is knocked out of his lungs. Even the light and warmth of the sun that has finally begun to peek from behind the clouds do nothing to comfort him.

"Y-yes?" He sounds shakily, eyes darting to Jaeyun and at (y/n)'s definitive nod, he slumps—eyes wide and spirit withered as if it wasn't already draining before.

"Is this not exactly what you wanted? To have me all to yourself?" The maiden tempts, voice wispy and melodious, upon seeing the hesitation flickering in his quivering pupils and he inhales sharply at the feel of her cold hand against his cheek before being completely rendered breathless by the proximity of her face.

She smiles against his lips and he feels it through the slight graze she graces him with—adam's apple bobbing as he feels his rationale and kinship towards his brothers beginning to diminish to the back of his head. (y/n) pulls away just enough to run her gaze across his features, seeing the black of his eyes widen as ears blush before angling her head and leaning forward.

However, just as their upper lips touch, she retracts completely and Riki grunts softly at the lack of contact—frowning in protest and yet, unable to complain.

Her ministrations are brief, fleeting and still, so seductive.

The promise of getting that attention from her is enough to fuel his fire and that's what brings him to the edge of the cliff with the limp body of Jaeyun in his arms.

"R-Riki?" Sunoo stutters, eyes wide with fear at what the younger is about to commit while the latter ignores—taking only a few seconds pause before his arms drop and Jaeyun's figure falls freely with a harsh, heavy splash.

And at that moment, Riki can only think of one thing: how truly grateful he is that they're dying. He can't trust himself to be able to do the same thing if they still had the will to fight for their lives.

"Riki, stop!" Sunoo pleads, voice hoarse as he stumbles to his feet.

SPLASH! Down goes Heeseung.

"Riki! Please!"

SPLASH! And now the water is Jongseong's eternal bed.

"STOP!" Sunoo commands as he rushes to reach the younger.

SPLASH! The pearls are returned home with Sunghoon's descent.

"NISHIMURA RIKI!" Sunoo roars, hand tights around Riki's forearm as he brings Jungwon's flailing body in his hold. The youngest turns to meet the furious yet deeply broken gaze of the older as he pants. "What...what are you doing?"

"She asked me to," Riki simply replies, face stoic. "And I listened."

Sunoo's grip tightens. "How could you?? Have you gone insa—??"

"Have you not?" Riki abruptly interjects and the other flinches backwards when the former turns his whole body towards him. "After witnessing the horrors that have been bestowed upon, you've still retained your sanity?"

The older's fingers uncurl from the other.

"No... Actually, you've lost your mind way earlier before, haven't you? The first of us to," Riki scoffs while the other furrows, unnerved. "You're the first to have fallen into her trap, hyung. You've kept her with you, allowing her to poison our heads and making us her victims one by one while simultaneously making sure you've monopolized her—that end of the day, she will always return to you."

His accusations are sharp and yet, groundless. It's incredulous. He's ridiculous. "What on Earth are you saying? I never had such motive!" Sunoo denies.

Riki laughs, head thrown back as his grip around Jungwon’s mangled form tightens, making the weakened man to flinch amidst his state between conscious and unconsciousness. And yet, their youngest barely bats an eye. “You may think I’m a fool just like the others always do. Must think I’m daft enough to not be able to see through that halo you wear on your head. But I am not—I can see how selfish you truly are, how greedy. You cannot tell me that you don’t feel the slightest bit of relief knowing that you no longer have to share (y/n) with the hyungs. I know that deep down, you’re just as corrupted as we all are—after all, you are friends with us.”

The older curls his fingers into a fist, shaking and foxy eyes sharpened. Riki’s wrong. He’s not what the younger says he is. He’s better than them. Despite those adamant refute in his head however, Sunoo can’t seem to find his voice to verbalize them.

Because hidden underneath, stuffed inside a heavily guarded and locked chest in his heart, Sunoo himself seems to realise that the younger’s words are nothing short of truth.

And Riki, the ever so observant Riki who is always overlooked, knows this.

He takes another step forward, practically a hair’s width away from the pretty faced noble if it isn’t for Jungwon that remains caged in his arms and separating the two. A long exhale escapes as he looks down at the shorter with crazed eyes paired with the devious smirk that curls onto his face—bending down slightly to be face-to-face.

“I’m sorry to say however, that you still have to share (y/n),” Ki taunts, wet hair falling over his eyes and making look more insane and villainous than he already is. The drizzle that continues making the atmosphere more grim and Sunoo’s eyes widen at his statement. “Because lo and behold, I am still here and you can do nothing about it. Sunoo hyung is after all, much too soft that even when his lovely girl was having fun with his friends he chose to turn a blind eye. Unfortunately for him, I’m not as delicate and I will not stop until I make (y/n) mine and mine alone.”

Hearing those words spill past his lips, that declaration that drips with venom, Sunoo’s mouth gapes as his whole body stiffens.

‘He’s going to take (y/n)?’ His mind asks as warning sirens blare incessantly in his head and deafen his every thought except for that of Riki’s statement to take his beloved for himself. ‘He wishes to rob my love away from me? To deny me of her?’

All while this plays, (y/n) watches from afar like one does in theatre—sitting leisurely on her legs with hands folded on her lap as she stares. Her pupils large as they flicker between the two with interest.

She awaits for the conclusion, to see how long this feud will last and who will remain standing. If she has to choose however, secretly she hopes that Sunoo will prevail. After all, she’s grown quite fond of him. But at the same time, it’s dangerous—to be attached to someone is daunting.

Not that she thinks that Sunoo will win of course. Because in order to be like her, one must know when to be cold-hearted when needed, to be unafraid to get their hands dirty. To be able to stay by her side and be her companion, she needs not a man who will die for her, no. Instead, she needs someone who will live and kill for her.

And Sunoo is just as Riki says, too sof—

SPLASH! SPLASH!

(y/n) snaps her head back to where the two stood, momentarily distracted by her thoughts and she’s just about to stand and congratulate Riki for his victory—that is, until she’s met with the unexpected sight of Sunoo standing at the edge of the cliff with arms quivering violently by his sides and nails digging into his palms so severely that it draws blood.

He stands…alone, in all his glory.

The maiden’s tinted lips part as she approaches the young man and her hand gently rests on his shoulder that rises and falls strongly at the heavy yet shaky breaths that he takes. “Sunoo…”

Her voice returns to how it usually is, soothing and lulling without that haunting echo that follows and the other’s breaths hitch. She momentarily shifts her gaze to the waters far below them, seeing the fallen bodies of her victims with an addition of one who in fact, did not perish by her hands.

Riki’s floundering frantically in the pool, struggling to stay afloat and yelling for help but he’s instantly hushed by a pair of bony fingers that cup his eyes—blinding him before they dig into his sockets, ridding him of his pretty orbs with her long, unforgiving sharp nails.

The siren giggles gleefully at his roars and yells of pain before she mercilessly drags him deep down under, prolonging his death as he slowly drowns.

And then, utter silence.

No more rain, no more wind and not a single wave crashing nor birds chirping.

It’s done. Everything…is done.

“He threatened to take you from me,” Sunoo suddenly says, voice just above a whisper as his breaths slow to a calm. His eyes still set on the sea below them yet mind elsewhere. “He wanted to steal you away. To deprive me of you. I abhorred it.”

He turns his head to her, finally facing him and the insanity that swirls in his otherwise hollow eyes brings shivers up and down her spine—even more so when his hands reach to cup her face. The trembles are unceasing and he stares into her eyes almost manically, searching and digging through them with a sentiment even she’s unsure of. “No one can take you from me. No one. I am yours, all yours, just as you are mine. You know that, right? You understand why I had to do what I did, right? Right, (y/n)?”

The need for her to validate him, for her to accept him even after the sins he’s committed is heavy, overwhelming.

He did it for her, she knows that, right? She has to.

(y/n) only smiles as she keeps her gaze on his and that alone is enough for him—instantly pulling her into a bone-crushing embrace as if the slightest space between them will cause for her to slip away.

His face is deep in the crook of her neck and she stays as he continues to drench her skin with his hot, rapid tears. His amalgamation of each and every emotion sending him into a wreck and he only sobs and pants more when he feels her hand stroking the back of his head—her touches now harmless and tender at the absence of her tearing nails.

“You’ll be with me forever,” he shakily declares, breath steaming against her neck and she nods, imbuing a sense of contentment within him as he sighs.

“You lived for me, and killed for me,” (y/n) states endearingly and she smiles. “You’re truly perfect.”

And the two lovers stayed there, in each other’s warm embrace and silent company before they disappear from the eyes of humans, never to be seen again.

.

...

.....

.......

Many, many centuries later…

“Walk faster, man! Why are you so slow??” Jake grunts at Jay and the latter rolls his eyes obnoxiously.

"Maybe, if someone helped, things would be much quicker," Jay huffs with a glare directed to the younger as he lifts his arms up to secure his grip on the girl he carries.

Jake shrugs. "I won the drinking game so you and Sunghoon have to do the dirty work."

Not long after, Hoon can be seen tagging behind with another unconscious girl in his hold. His brows knit at the two's bickering but soon their focus shifts as a black, classy van slows down beside them at a distance away from the club they emerged from.

The three young men quieten as the door slides open and Heeseung steps out.

"About time!" Sunghoon complains and Heeseung ignores, his eyes instead zoning in on the two girls the younger three have chosen. His face remains indifferent and...bored. For some reason, Seung can't find seem to feel any spark for anyone no matter how eye-catching or charming they may be.

And yet, he keeps doing it. They all keep doing it—going to the club at random nights, hooking up with various different girls and sometimes even going as far as spiking their drinks, getting them intoxicated before bringing them home.

Even after so long, they've remained so...corrupt.

"Jungwon," Jay greets with a nod when the said boy climbs out of the van to let Sunghoon and him lay the girls in. The older's brows knit as he peers behind him. "Where's Ni-ki?"

He's promptly answered when the mentioned guy joins them, black headphones covering his ears and overgrown bangs falling over his eyes.

He only glances at his hyungs and their chosen girls for the night before focusing back on his phone, gaming without end. Unlike the rest of his friends, he's not very enthusiastic—not very involved in their activities and prefers being on his own.

But he and Jake are neighbours, always been since they were young so naturally, he spends most of his time with Jake who spends a lot of his time with the other four.

He's never been the one to take part in their 'hobbies,' and yet he's always the one who cleans them up—to be the one to comfort the girls when they wake up, to explain and apologize with thick, sticky guilt coursing through his veins and clogging up his throat.

To be the shoulder they cry on or the punching bag they strike just so they can feel better before they get sent away with the hyungs giving them hush money.

It’s a repetitive cycle.

“They’re so out cold,” Jake almost cackles when he sees the girls unconscious at the back of their van and he runs his tongue across his bottom lip.

Heeseung sighs, hands in his pockets as he opens the driver seat door. “Come on, let’s go.”

They all start climbing back into the vehicle, the youngest being last but he stops just as his foot makes it in—focus stolen by another who stands a few steps away from them.

Ni-ki furrows as he meets eyes with the other who seems strangely poised and…expectant as he continues his staring contest. A glint in his foxy eyes while unblemished milky pale skin seems to glitter beneath the moonlight. His lips and cheeks are in a soft rosy shade while bleached, silky blonde locks fall perfectly onto his forehead and eyes, adorning his visages.

He’s beautiful—too beautiful, even. Almost inhumanly at that so why, why does Ni-ki feel a foreboding chill shiver down his spine?

Especially when the other tilts his head with a taunting smirk, eyes squinting to give a playful sentiment with a brow cocking upwards.

“Ni-ki! What’s going on out—”

Jaeyun too, freezes the moment he sees the seventh presence that watches them from afar and finding his reaction strange, the others make their own exit—each and every one of them sporting the same look and mannerism upon seeing the unknown young man.

“Long time no see,” Sunoo says from afar, voice slightly raised to reach them as he approaches. The chill of the night seems to peak and the six figures shiver subtly, white puffs of air escaping past their lips. “A really long time, actually. I doubt you’ll remember me—not without her help, anyways.”

For a reason unknown (to the six at least), Ni-ki flinches backwards right as Sunoo halts in front of them—almost as if he’s fearful to which Sun only grins at.

“Who…who are you?” Jungwon asks, voice only above a whisper but the tension encasing them is so thick and suffocating that the air feels stiff, any other sound deafened that his whisper almost resounds.

Sunoo grins, eyes upturned to a deceivingly sweet extent. “It’s not me you should ask about.”

An abrupt gust of wind knocks them off their feet and they stumble to the floor—all but Ni-ki who remains unaffected alongisde Sunoo.

“What the fck?? Is a storm coming??” Jake grunts as he groans, sitting on his heels as he begins to stand but is stopped by another presence that towers above him. A sweet scent surrounds him and his heart skips beat after beat, racing erratically from fear? Excitement?

He’s not sure but he’s unable to resist the temptation to lift his head—meeting eyes with whom he can say the most ethereal, breathtaking bell he has ever laid eyes on.

And yet, the smile playing on her lips and gaze that bores into his speaks of a calamitous quality. Her beguiling beauty a mere facade to the devastating catastrophe that she carries.

But does Jake turn away? Not even once.

“(y/n)…” He mumbles, eyes wide and pupils blown as they study her features.

She grins. “Hi, Jaeyun—or do you prefer Jake? As that is your name in the present.”

Jake blinks rapidly, confused at his own utterance when she suddenly steps back to review the group as a whole—Sunoo immediately latching himself behind her as he buries his nose into her hair, sighing with an inexplicable relief and delight from her presence.

“After all these years, you’ve stayed the same. Can’t say that I’m surprised,” (y/n) scoffs, eyeing each and every one of their bemused yet deeply enraptured miens until she stops at one.

Nishimura Riki.

Upon meeting his eyes, the smirk on her face softens and her smile shifts to something more genuine, more endearing and she offers a hand to which he feels a strong, overwhelming urge to hold.

“This time, you’ll help me again, won’t you?” (y/n) asks and although her request is vague, Riki doesn’t resist the temptation to accept—his hand instantly finding place over hers and receiving a jolting buzz that fires through him.

He gasps, eyes widening as memories from centuries away flood through his mind and he grunts, hands flying to clasp his head from the overbearing pain that knocks against his skull.

But (y/n) pays no mind, only reaching out again to hold his wrist which catches his attention.

She flutters her lashes, sickeningly sweet, as her lips pull to a delicate smile. “But this time, you’ll be by my side just as Sunoo is. They’ve been bad, haven’t they? To you, to everyone?”

Riki sniffs, unaware of the tears that spill past his lash line as his memories return. Trembling lips agape, he lets out a shaky breath before nodding, palms still tight against his head.

(y/n) coos, comforting him before her eyes shift to the 5 others who seem dazed, stuck under an enchantment as they struggle to keep themselves grounded. “You’ll listen again this time, won’t you?”

Again, Ni-ki nods, finding comfort in her being as he melts into her hand that cups his cheek.

The girl titters and her eyes shift to that icy pale hue that both deters and pulls him in. “Don’t worry, after just a little change, you’ll be perfect. You agree, don’t you, Sunoo?”

Ni-ki gulps when he moves his stare to Sunoo whose arms tighten around her waist. He nods, muttering an ‘Of course,’ through the light kisses he plants on her hair but when he turns to the younger, the latter’s rendered breathless by the sight of his icy, serpentine eyes and forked tongue that slithers out as he grins manically.

“He’ll be the perfect addition.”

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[fuctacles]

The first one of many

for @stevieweek Day 4: Special Outfit + first dress + fantasy and for @steddiemicrofic "one" G | 1111 | no cw | ren-faire, pre-relationship, transfem Stevie, smitten Eddie | Ao3 Stevie Week: Day 1 | Day 2 (art) | Day 3 (art) | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

"Do you like this one?"

Eddie appears by her side so abruptly, she jumps out of her skin. He smiles apologetically.

"Sorry," he says, but doesn't let himself be distracted. He reaches out to touch the sleeve of the dress Stevie's been eyeing.

It's yellow and white, with a floral pattern and a square neckline. The sleeves are slightly puffy, and the corset can be laced on the front for adjustment. It's one of the flashier ones at the stall, but Eddie wouldn't expect anything less from the girl standing next to him.

He's still surprised she agreed to come with them, to for a few days taste and touch the world her friends love so much. She told him earlier, that she liked everyone's costumes, but it's the first time anything has captured her attention like this.

"Do you want to try it on?" he asks.

"No, that's okay." She shakes her head immediately, but he won't be having it.

"Come on, we're here to have fun, all of us. And if trying on dresses is fun for you, then let's do it!" he encourages her, putting his infectious enthusiasm into the words.

She's still hesitant, but he can tell the garment in front of them is like a siren's call.

"I don't know..."

Dustin bumps into them while eyeing some of the leatherwork displayed nearby, and Eddie holds his breath, hoping it's one of these times his lack of filter is helpful. The boy looks at his friends and the garment they're facing.

"You guys buying a dress?"

"No," says Stevie.

"Maybe," says Eddie.

Dustin studies the dress with his judgmental eyes, gaze darting from it to Stevie and back again.

"You should at least try it. It's your color," he says, before walking away.

Eddie turns to his friend triumphantly.

"Well?" he grins. He can see in her eyes that she wants to but is having a hard time admitting it.

"I guess?" she says eventually. "I mean, it's just for fun, right?"

"Of course!" Eddie quickly flags down the seller, before she can change her mind. "Excuse me, good sir! Is there somewhere we can try it on?"

Which ends up with them ushered to the back of the stall, with instructions on how to operate all of the dress's clasps and lacings.

"I'll wait here. Tell me if you need any help," Eddie says before pushing his friend behind the partition, dress in her hand.

He can hear the rustle of fabric behind the heavy curtain, Stevie's clothes dropping heavily to the grass beneath while he's doing his best not to think about her undressing. She's cursing and huffing while pulling on the new dress and it helps to quell his nasty thoughts a bit. And then everything goes silent.

"Stevie?" He frowns. "You alright there?"

"Yeah," she answers, but it's so tiny he can barely hear it.

"Can I come in?"

"Uh-huh."

He pushes the edge of the green fabric aside and slips inside the little alcove. In the tight space, Stevie is staring in a full-body mirror, hands smoothing down her hips, pulling her hair forward, pushing up her breasts.

Eddie finds himself enchanted by her, not for the first time.

"You look beautiful," he says.

"You think so?"

"Yeah. Though, your corset lacing needs some practice." She huffs at that. "Can I?"

The way she turns to face him, full of trust, makes his heart melt and slide down his ribs.

Delicately and trying not to touch her chest, like a true gentleman, he unlaces the corset to tighten it at the waist. Her gasp makes him bite his lip painfully.

"Sorry."

"No, it's fine. You can go a bit tighter."

They work together until her waist and hips make a beautiful curve, and her tiny breasts are pushed up in a flattering way. She seems to be especially fixated on them, on the bit of skin peeking out from the low neckline.

Eddie can share that sentiment.

"Thank you," she whispers once she's facing the mirror again, fingers tracing the newfound shape of her body.

"There's nothing to thank me for, you're just naturally beautiful." Eddie smiles, reaching out to tug her hair forward again, so it falls against the bare skin of her collarbones. The sight makes his mouth go dry so he decides to move his thoughts elsewhere. "I think it's the first time I've seen you in a dress."

Stevie hums.

"That's because I don't have one."

"Huh?"

"I've tried on Nancy's or my mother's, but I don't have one of my own," she clarifies with a shrug.

"That's unthinkable," Eddie declares. "We're getting it." The thought that her first dress could be a nerdy, ren-faire one, makes his stomach flip.

"It's too expensive." She shakes her head, but he can see she's sad about it. "I can get a dress at the mall for a third of this price."

Eddie nods along.

"Yes, you could get a cheap, boring rat mall dress," he agrees. "Or you could buy one of a kind, handmade with passion and care, worthy of a princess."

Watching her cheeks flush is worth the risk of exposing his feelings.

"Where would I even wear it?" she keeps digging her heels in the ground. And, while she has a point...

"Here, for starters. And any other ren-faire I'll take you to just so I can show off how pretty you are."

With the way she looks up at him, she might already know.

He just hopes he has enough money. He pulls out his wallet and Stevie frowns.

"You're not getting it for me."

"Oh, I am." He hopes he is, at least. In a rush of bravery, he smiles to add, "Consider it my first courting gift," and leaves before she can protest.

When he's counting his money and wonders who he can beg for a loan, Dustin approaches him with a wad of cash.

"I saw the price earlier and figured you guys could need it." He smiles with that self-satisfied smirk of his, but for once, Eddie doesn't mind.

He hands the money to the merchant and runs back to Stevie.

"Hey, does it count as a courting gift if the twerps pitched in?" he asks through the partition and is promptly pulled inside.

"Are you serious about the courting?" Stevie asks, with her face so close to Eddie's, he has trouble processing her words.

"Deadly," he whispers, hoping they're on the same page.

"Is there, like, a nerdy ritual I have to follow for it?" she asks.

"Uh, a kiss would be nice," he says. Pleads.

She smiles and leans in.

[tiredfox64]

Love your writing for bi-han- but I want to see how you write Kung Lao a little more. I have a personal headcanon that Kung Lao loved bunnies..so I was thinking- what if hybrid bunny reader one day shows up at the academy and Kung Lao becomes smitten. Like full blown- protective- I’ve laid my claim to this one- no one touch her she’s mine and reader is just like “huh-“

Hop to it

Yip notes: Headcanon? I thought it was canon! Also sorry if this is weird but the way you worded your first sentence reminded me of what my professors would say to me when it came to my writing and idk it’s funny to me.

Pairing: Kung Lao x Hybrid Bunny! Afab reader

Warnings‼️: No thumping

Have you seen? Have you heard? The bunny girl in the Wu Shi Academy is hopping to and fro. Of course, you know who that bunny girl is. She is you!

You were just a girl looking for a safe place where no one would harm you and you could obtain food. That’s when Liu Kang found you. He found you munching on berries you picked from bushes that were near the Wu Shi Academy. You were worried that you were in trouble but Liu Kang was very kind to you. He informed you that you could stay with the Wu Shi for as long as you wanted and have as many berries as you desired. You were very grateful for his acceptance. He did tell you to not worry too much about the monks and warriors around. They won’t bother you at all. Well, he thought they wouldn’t.

He should have known better and realized Kung Lao would be excited to see you.

The first time he ever saw you was a magical moment for him. He was resting by the shade, watching everyone else train. He was near the blackberry bushes and decided why the heck not. He can go for a couple of berries. But when he went to get a handful he saw another hand grab them. He jumped back and yelped a little. That’s when your long bunny ears popped up from behind the bushes. You started to stand up and Kung Lao got a look at you.

He saw how your ears matched your hair color perfectly. You had a cotton tail that was puffy. Below your knees were actual bunny paws. Toe beans and fur! He was shocked. He’s never seen a creature like you. You stared at him while munching on the blackberries quickly, the purple juice staining your lips. Since he wasn’t speaking, you decided to hop away. You moved like a bullet with your bunny legs.

He stood there gawking like an idiot. It was only when Johnny began to speak that he became aware of his surroundings again.

“Finally met the bunny girl, huh? She’s a cutie.”

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If only Kung Lao was that enthusiastic about gardening when he and Raiden were back in Fengjian. He’s working those monks to the bone. Since when did Kung Lao like oregano and celery?

It’s not for him. It’s all for you. The moment the garden seemed to be flourishing he grabbed the biggest vegetables and the ripest fruits and gave them to you like they were a bouquet of flowers. You were ecstatic and thanked him a bunch, even hugging him which captured his heart even more.

To everyone else, this crush that Kung Lao had on you was a surprise. It happened so fast. Raiden understood immediately. Kung Lao always had a love for bunnies. While all the other gardeners and harvesters hated bunnies since they would mess up the crops, Kung Lao was the exception. He would make sure none of the bunnies got hurt and would help bring them somewhere safe. He would never keep any of them since he knew he couldn’t stay with them the whole time. Might as well let them stay free.

But you! You’re around all the time. That means he can have you and love you, and cuddle you, and pet you, and…and…AND! Relax, Kung Lao! You’re gonna hurt your precious brain.

Oh, he couldn’t help himself. He did everything to get close to you and have you trust him. It worked. Soon enough he was next to you all the time, petting your ears and feeling how soft your fur was. His eyes would shine with adoration at every little thing you did. He found the way you eat to be adorable. Whenever you shake your cotton tail his cheeks would warm up from how cute it was. When your ears would flop around he wanted to play with them.

Yes, you’ve sure captured his attention and his heart. Now that he has you in his life he never wants to let you go. You’re just too precious and he would do anything for you. He would even protect you. He’s already been protecting you.

Let’s be honest, Johnny is a flirt. After his ex-wife left him and he hadn’t seen a female in months his eyes were on you. Yeah, he knew Kung Lao was smitten with you. But does that stop a man who thinks with his second head? Didn’t think so. That man had plans and Kung Lao was not happy with what Johnny was thinking.

“I bet she would look good in a Playboy bunny outfit. No ears needed.” He joked with Kung Lao.

All Johnny got in return was a death glare. He was not pleased with that perverted comment. He would have smacked the fuck out of him if it weren’t for Liu Kang being around. You don’t deserve comments like that, especially behind your back. That’s why Kung Lao does his best to respect you, love you, and treat you right. He’ll protect you from Johnny’s perverted ways. He’s a better man than him anyway.

It does explain why he was being more touchy with you.

Whenever you two would pass the others, Kung Lao would wrap his arm around your shoulders before carrying on. Or he would ask you for a hug which you never deny him of. You like being squeezed by his muscular arms. And of course, he would mess with your ears. He would push them back, flop them up and down, or try to make the fur on them point straight up.

For some reason you were not getting the hint that he liked you. The abundance of vegetables and his touches didn’t set off any alarms in your mind. You silly bunny! He had to say it outright for you to get the idea.

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Kung Lao was really getting agitated with Johnny at this point. He wouldn’t shut up about how he could easily win you over even though he has done nothing for you. He’s never given you a compliment on how high you could jump or even found the sweet spot behind your left ear. Only Kung Lao has been treating you right. If you were to fall in love with anyone it would be him.

Something snapped inside of him. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“You’re a bigger fool than I imagined, Johnny. You clearly don’t know how to take care of a lady, let alone a bunny lady.”

You’re right, Kung Lao. But you didn’t have to say it out loud. My goodness.

“I’m the only one around here who has made an effort to claim her heart and protect her. I would never let you touch her even with a ten-foot pole. She’s mine, Johnny, get over yourself.”

“Huh?”

Your voice rang out behind him. When he looked at everyone’s faces which confirmed that you were behind him. Even Kenshi had an awkward face, and he usually had a grumpy expression. Kung Lao slowly turned around and saw you looking at him with a curious expression. Your head was tilted to the side and your ears were pointed straight up. Well, this is a little awkward.

“Well since you are so sure about her falling for you why don’t you ask her right now.” Johnny was getting sassy.

Immediately Kung Lao grabbed onto his razor-rimmed hat and was about to chuck it at Johnny but everyone was yelling at him to relax. Even you told him not to do it since there was no point in getting himself in trouble.

“There is no need to kill him! He never had a chance anyways.” See you said it yourself; Johnny never had a chance.

Kung Lao luckily stopped and turned back towards you. He shouldn’t be shocked, he was putting in the work. He showed you kindness. He was delicate with your fur and ears. He never made an attempt to pull your tail like some people did. You watched him gather all those yummy vegetables and fruits for you the first time he decided to talk to you. You knew at that moment that you could trust him with your life.

Johnny, and everyone in general, never stood a chance. You wanted Kung Lao and he clearly wanted you. You gave him a smile before grabbing his face and placing a kiss on his cheek. His cheek warmed up immediately which you found cute.

Oh my, he’s getting shy! Looks like the prideful and skilled Kung Lao was stumped by a cute bunny girl. You sure gained yourself a cutie.  

Yap notes: I feel better at this point. Morning was rough but I think I'm okay. I just had to accept that it's not my fault that I didn't catch the signs and that I'll pick myself back up. I've drank about 2000ml of water which is impressive. But I need some salt cause I was giving myself a headache by accident. I hope nothing from this day affected my work.

[maximotts]

i feel like cowboy wanda would be so gentle the first few times she has sex with you bc she’s worried she’ll hurt you and scare you off but eventually she loses control a bit and manhandles you into position and when she pins you down, you moan and then the most DEVILISH smile spreads across her face

Ooo okay okay it's interesting you brought this up because I've been thinking about their first encounter a bit lately! We'll ignore that this turned into a whole fic, okay? I love them sm Also this isn't really edited because it was supposed to be a short answer and now it's uhm.. not short, so forgive any typos

18+ only please . wc: 2.7k . cw: first meeting hookup, drinking, dirty talk, oral, fingering, v light spanking, lap sits, possessiveness, Wanda being smitten, the pickup truck sex a lot of y'all have been asking me about that I said was coming, morning after with Wanda because she's as proper as she is filthy

Basically right now I have their first time more as a hookup where bunny is new to town and goes out to a bar one night to maybe make friends and see the environment, but then she meets Wanda and her group of friends who are all more than welcoming and you're having a great time hanging out with them.

But your eyes keep drifting to Wanda. Of course Wanda notices and, being the smooth talker she is, starts flirting with the new girl. She buys you as many drinks as you want which, end up being stronger than you're used to, but your nerves keep you ordering more. When she finally slips an arm around you, cornering you in the booth you'd only just plopped yourself into, you're more than ready for Wanda to kiss you— and kiss you she does.

You're shy by nature, never having made out with anyone in a bar, much less with a girl you'd only known for a few hours, but Wanda's thumb brushing over your cheek while she bites down on your bottom lip has you forgetting everything you're used to which admittedly, isn't much. Somehow she's pulled your thighs over her own, toying with the stretchy hem of the form-fitting skirt you'd decided to wear last minute. When she touches a particularly sensitive spot, you shiver and Wanda chuckles, "You cold, darlin'? Pretty as your arms are, I'll let you borrow my jacket if it'd help."

And so the night goes on with Wanda's thick denim jacket slung over your shoulders, her arm around your waist wherever the two of you walk. Normally you'd hate the presumptive way the cowgirl was handling you, as if she owned you already, but you'd be damned if you didn't admit you wanted her to stake her claim. So, in your slightly inebriated state, you took a leap, "Wands, I'm sleepy..."

Which catches her attention immediately. "Well now," Wanda pulls you close then, fingers carefully treading the line between caressing your hip and groping your ass; it would be the first time she whispers in your ear, but it'll never stop being insanely hot. "I hope you're telling me because you're going to let me take you home. I'd be real sad leaving tonight without you."

You wish your giggle of a reply didn't sound so girlish and naïve, but in hindsight, you had no idea the sheer intensity you were in for. "Only if you promise to behave yourself."

—

She's driven about halfway back to her house before she has to pull over; technically it was her land, pulled over to the side of the winding road and turning her truck engine off. "I know I promised to take you home, I still will, but I can't take another second not having my hands on you."

It takes you back a little; all you'd been doing was scratching over her jeans while you stared at the woman driving, but you weren't going to argue with her. "I don't really-"

"I've wanted you on my lap since I laid eyes on you. Get over here." Thankfully she doesn't have to convince you any farther, holding back a groan as you straddled her legs, skirt riding up inch by inch. It was a tight squeeze with you between her and the steering wheel, but Wanda hardly noticed once you started kissing her. This time was impossibly hotter, Wanda's tongue taking control of the kiss before moving on to shamelessly leave marks along your jaw and neck.

And Wanda is too good at getting your clothes out of the way, leaving you topless with record speed, squeezing at your breasts roughly while you struggled just to keep up with her mouth. "What if someone sees..."

The brunette only starts toying with your nipples, relishing in the way it got you rolling your hips. "It's pitch dark, silly girl. I can barely see you out here, don't worry your pretty little head."

You lost the last bit of your restraint the moment Wanda passed her fingertips over your underwear. They were thin lace, chosen by design so as not to show under your skirt, but they drove Wanda wild. She pushed them aside to slide her fingers along where you were already warm and sensitive, hips stuttering as she stroked over your clit. "O-Oh.."

"Look at you, already wet and needy. Were you like this all night? That why I caught you squeezing your thighs together so often?" You shook your head, trying to deny it, but you weren't even fooling yourself.

Wanda's had you rocking in place for hours by this point; you thought sure you'd been subtle and being called out for your behavior found your head ducking into the crook of Wanda's shoulder to avoid her knowing gaze. "Aww, it's okay! It'll be our little secret, promise..."

Wanda discovered night one what a responsive person you were, delighting in the vice grip you held on the back of her seat while she rolled your nipple in time with her other hand on your sensitive bud. You rocked against her hands as best you could, fighting to keep pace, but hopefully not finish so easily— it'd just been so long and you needed this much more than expected.

The next morning, you'd blame the alcohol. "Wanda please, I- I need.."

"What do you need, sweetheart, wanna cum? Make a mess in my truck after I barely got started with you?" You were nodding so hard your neck hurt, moaning quietly as you felt your body reach its peak; the first of many that night. Ears ringing and thoughts so pleasantly fuzzy, you couldn't recall a time you'd felt more free, in an old pickup truck or otherwise.

"Ooh, aren't you just a masterpiece..." The brunette took her time letting you down, pointer and middle fingers wandering until they just barely pushed into you: less than an inch, but unendingly torturous. "Sounds like I was able to make you feel better, least a little bit."

Tired hips tried every which way to sink onto Wanda's long fingers, the same ones you'd felt on you over your clothes back in the bar and had lists of naughty places you wanted her to put them. But each time, your lover avoids delving anywhere past shallow. "You're being mean, just fuck me."

"Mean? After I let you cum as early as you wanted? You don't know what mean looks like on me. Don't think you want to," A succession of wet slaps echoed in the truck's cabin, the silence of everything around you both amplifying the sound of Wanda lightly hitting your sensitive cunt and your resulting whimpers.

"Told you so. Now, bend over and stay still while I get a proper look like the obedient girl I know you are," Manhandling you over the length of her seats shouldn't have been as easy as it was after the long night out, but Wanda was strong and you never fought her while she pushed your arms to the passenger car door and spread your bent knees apart.

If you were begging her to fuck you out loud, you wouldn't be surprised, wishing so hard that if Wanda still refused to give you exactly what you wanted, she'd at least use her fingers, tongue, anything to fill where you currently felt so empty. "Please- I need more-"

Your thighs shake as she licks over your puffy folds, mumbling the most depraved things about you, your taste, your warmth, leaving you with the most intoxicating combination of feeling both used and adored. "You just keep dripping into my mouth, baby, it's impossible to keep you clean..."

"Can't help it, sorry," But your words aren't matching your actions, not when you kept searching out Wanda's tongue each time she flicked at your clit, pitifully rolling over the rough surface whenever she flattened it out.

You'd long since fogged up the windows, smudging the fog as your overheated cheek met the cold glass; each time you managed to open your eyes you remember exactly where you are, woods rustling in the middle of the night. "W-Wanda! 'm close again, please please...!"

"Mean girls wouldn't let you have two orgasms back to back, no matter how pretty." Wanda likes to believe she actually thought about whether or not to give you what you wanted, but in reality she knew she would leave you wanting the second you turned bratty. Sure it was a risk, not knowing how you'd react, but it was well worth the test to see if you had a chance of handling her past a quick night's distraction. "Straighten up, we're only a few minutes from home."

"That's not fair—"

But Wanda was already pushing you upright again, haphazardly fixing your dress, going so far as to buckle your seatbelt as if it'd keep you from your uncomfortable wiggling. "My car my rules! Like I said, we're not far."

Wanda expected you to pout and huff the whole way, worried in the back of her mind you wouldn't let her lay another hand on you after her denial, but she was pleasantly surprised. Somewhere shortly after she pulled back onto the road, you'd taken her hand; first just to play with her fingers, innocent fidgeting at best, but before she knew it, her digits were engulfed in sinfully wet warmth.

Her fingers in your mouth made the pair of you dizzy, hands holding her wrist as you pumped her digits in and out, tongue swirling over the tips and grinning once Wanda's neutral expression cracked, lips parting in a low groan. "Do mean girls let the good ones suck the strap they've been feeling near them all night or do they only get to play with their hands?"

"Depends on if they show them how bad they want it." Wanda could only look your way for seconds at a time, the visual of your half-lidded gaze trained on her jeans while you so obviously used your imagination to envision some other scenario, muffling your own needy sounds as you forced her fingers to the back of your throat... she'd underestimated the new girl.

Whether it was any lingering alcohol talking or whatever boldness Wanda unlocked that night, something urged you to continue goading her, making a show of spreading your legs and slipping her wet fingers to your sex before closing them once more, slowly grinding her shaking digits to sate yourself for that last tiny stretch of road to the farmhouse. "Bad enough to turn your hand into a toy for as long as you let me."

Wanda made that final turn up her driveway, parking her truck fast as she could with only one hand, "You're lucky I didn't crash just now, you little devil, can't wait to get you inside."

"Lead the way, since we're playing by your rules and all." As soon as she got her hand back, Wanda practically dragged you from her vehicle and for as many hours as you spent awake in her home, you couldn't remember a single detail of any room she brought you through that night.

—

When you wake up, it's to a dimly lit bedroom, curtains drawn so only a sliver of late morning sun peeked through. Your body ached, but it wasn't from the drinking, taut muscles and lethargic thoughts bringing back bits and pieces of everything you got up to the second Wanda got you past the front door.

The same Wanda whose bed you assumed you were currently sprawled out in. Doubt crept in as you realized you're alone, fretting over if you should've fallen asleep there or not. You were deciding whether it'd be more awkward to sneak out and go back to town on foot or to search out Wanda and ask if she'd mind driving you back to your place when you heard a single knock on the door. "Can I come in?"

Your brow furrowed, "It's your room, of course you can come in." Wanda cracked the door slowly, the back of her loose flannel shirt greeting you first before she turned around, a small tray in her hands. "Sorry for crashing."

"Never said you were unwelcome, I'm sorry for letting you wake up in a strange place by yourself... and for not leaving you at least a shirt, my bad." Your arms hastily bundled the blankets to cover your chest, your nakedness pointed out to you, but Wanda laughed, setting the tray down before heading for her dresser. "Don't worry, darlin, I love the view just as much in the daylight."

"What a reassuring hostess I have," Pulling the t-shirt she tossed you over your head, the delightful scents coming from the tray down the bed now catching your attention. On it was a short stack of pancakes, bacon, orange juice, strawberries... the biggest breakfast you'd seen since you'd come to town. "Did you make that?"

Wanda nodded and slid the food closer to you before sitting on the edge of her mattress, "I don't typically make this much food, but I had to get up early to make some rounds in the barn and I figured I owed you a hearty breakfast after such a nice night."

There was something so endearing to how she explained her actions, rambling on to offset her nerves, No one had even gone to such lengths to make your morning so comfortable after a single hookup, but this set the bar high for anyone else who tried. Not that you'd ever have to worry about another first night, but neither of you knew that yet.

For now Wanda scrambled to find the right way to show genuine interest in the girl she'd brought home and fucked every which way until they passed out and you amusedly ate your special pancakes while watching Wanda try, her fumbling charming you more than she'd ever imagine.

Eventually you put her out of her misery, putting down your utensils to sit up on your knees and stretch over to plant a quick kiss on her soft lips. "I really appreciate it and I'm not even a bit mad with how I woke up, but it's very sweet of you to care, Wands."

"Oh good because I'd really like to see you again sometime, if you're up for it." It would be a rare thing to see Wanda so continuously shy, but she was uncharacteristically smitten and she wanted to get to know you before the rest of the small town came for their changes too.

You hummed as you popped a strawberry into your mouth, licking your fingers in a way that painfully reminded Wanda of the previous night, "How's today?"

"Today?" The farmgirl ran a hand through her long hair, cocking her head to the side much like a lost puppy.

"Yeah, today. If you wouldn't mind me following along." With each minute that ticked past, the less you wanted to leave, much preferring a Sunday spent with Wanda than in your flat full of moving boxes.

Her eyes lit up, smile brighter than the sun, “Can’t complain about a beautiful girl all to myself all day!" Wanda was practically buzzing with everything she wanted to show you, from the chicken coops to the haylofts, but she forced herself to keep her cool.. on the surface at least. "Finish up breakfast and I'll find you some kind of pants."

"But I'm so cozy right here without them." Maneuvering over the last bits of food on your plate meant you more fell into Wanda's lap than sat on it, but she caught you nonetheless, tugging you down for the proper kiss she'd been waiting to share with you since early morning light. "Come back to bed with me?"

After the long sleep your energy was renewed, finally able to take Wanda into all your senses again, the taste of her lips, the subtle earthy smell from the work she'd already done that day, her strong hands settling confidently on your upper thighs... getting dressed was the last thing on either of your minds. "Wouldn't be much of a hostess if I didn't let my guest do as she pleased."

In the end, the pair of you might've set the world record for longest date from Sunday morning to when Wanda finally dropped a reluctant you back into town Wednesday afternoon.

[luv-lock]

I got so into your batfam stories, I’ve actually gotten into reading the comics to better understand the universe! Honestly never thought I’d touch superhero stuff, but your writing is just so darn good I had to go learn more about these characters! Also I know you’ve got several series planned, but I was curious about that Dick x joker’s assistant one. Could you indulge us with a few of your ideas for that one? (If it’s not spoiling anything!) the concept is just so good

Awwww, thank you! 🥰 First of all, I’m so happy you’re enjoying the stories enough to dive into the comics! It really means the world to me that my writing has sparked that interest. As for the Dick x Joker’s assistant story, let me clarify because I actually have two different series involving Joker's sidekicks—one with Dick and the other with Jason. Since you’re asking about the Dick one, let me spill a little about Jester.

So, Jester is… complicated. She was this lonely kid growing up, the kind who was always a little “off,” and Joker saw that in her. He took her in, not because she was as crazy as he was (she’s not), but because she had this strange detachment from reality that he found fascinating. She’s unhinged in her own way, though—she doesn’t really understand the concept of good or bad. To her, the world is like one big storybook where rules don’t apply, and everyone’s just playing their part. That’s why Joker adores her; she operates in her own little bubble of logic, completely removed from societal norms.

She’s untainted by traditional human logic and morality. To her, Joker is just a misunderstood "mad king," and she’s his pretty princess.

She met Dick for the first time when she was about 10. At that point, she wasn’t Jester yet, just this weird little kid who accidentally crossed paths with him while he was fighting crime. Dick saved her during the chaos, and for her, it was like a fairytale moment. Here’s this ridiculously pretty boy with an even prettier voice, swooping in like a literal prince, and she’s immediately smitten. Even though it’s just a brief moment, and in her eyes, he becomes this impossibly beautiful and noble "prince."

Fast-forward to later that same year—she’s now Jester, Joker’s official sidekick, and runs into Robin again. It’s chaos everywhere—Joker and Batman are tearing each other apart in their usual deadly dance, but then you’ve got Robin and Jester off to the side, having this completely bizarre and awkward “high school girl confessing to her crush” scene. She’s carefree, bubbly, and genuinely just wants to be friends with him. Meanwhile, Dick’s all serious and professional, probably trying to figure out if she’s an actual threat or just delusional. (Spoiler: It’s both.)

Her obsession with Dick escalates quickly—because in her mind, this is how love stories work. She doesn’t just want to be his friend; she wants him to be hers forever. So naturally, her solution is to kidnap him and make him her “pretty bird.” She genuinely believes this is romantic. Like, why wouldn’t he love her back? Isn’t this how princesses and princes end up together? She dreams about marrying him, having kids, and living out their happily ever after.

The thing about Jester is that she doesn’t see herself as evil. She doesn’t even really understand what “evil” is. To her, everything she does—whether it’s breaking the law, hurting people, or abducting her “true love”—is just part of the story she’s living in. She doesn’t see it as wrong because she’s so disconnected from reality. She’s living in this fairytale bubble where everything she does makes perfect sense to her, no matter how horrifying it might actually be.

That’s what makes her so fascinating and, honestly, terrifying. She’s not malicious or cruel; she’s just completely untethered from reality. In her mind, she’s the heroine of this grand love story, and Dick is the prince who doesn’t realize he’s supposed to love her yet. It’s twisted and unhinged, but in her own warped way, it’s sincere.

Jester’s relationship with Joker is as twisted as you’d expect, but not in the way people might think. Joker didn’t raise her to be cruel or hateful—he didn’t even need to. She already had this skewed view of the world when he found her, and he simply encouraged it. To him, she was this bizarre, broken little doll who saw life through a kaleidoscope of whimsy and delusion. He adored how unpredictable she was, how she could smile sweetly at someone while holding a knife to their throat, not out of malice, but because she thought it was “funny.”

But Joker wasn’t a father figure to her. He was more like a mentor or a ringmaster in her eyes. She looked up to him, sure, but in the way a kid might look up to a magician who promises to show them how to make the impossible happen. He gave her attention and fed into her fantasies, but he didn’t care about her in a meaningful way. To Joker, she was just another toy—a fascinating one, but still a toy. And in her naivety, she didn’t see that. She thought their bond was special. That they were alike.

In reality, Joker kept her around because her complete detachment from reality amused him. She didn’t understand pain, fear, or consequence, and that made her a perfect wildcard. But when she started fixating on Robin, Joker didn’t stop her—he thought it was hilarious. He egged her on, treating her obsession with Dick like a soap opera to entertain himself. He probably even encouraged her fairytale delusions, mocking her behind her back but also supplying her with whatever she needed to chase her “happily ever after.”

And then there’s Dick. He was everything Joker wasn’t—kind, warm, heroic. The first time he saved her, she wasn’t just drawn to his looks or his bravery; she was drawn to the way he saw her. He didn’t look at her like she was a freak or a broken doll. He saw a scared kid and treated her like she was worth saving. For someone as lonely as Jester, that moment stuck with her. In her mind, it was love at first sight. He became her Prince Charming, her one bright light in an otherwise chaotic existence.

But Dick didn’t even remember her. To him, saving her was just another day as Robin. He had no idea he’d planted the seed of obsession in her mind. And when they crossed paths again, with her now as Jester, he didn’t recognize her at first. She was this eccentric, giggling enigma who acted like they were old friends—or more than friends. She flirted, teased, and acted as though they were already destined for each other. It confused him, but he also saw glimpses of that scared kid underneath the makeup and manic laughter.

What makes it heartbreaking is that Jester doesn’t understand the depth of her own loneliness. She doesn’t know how to express love in a healthy way, and she’s never had anyone teach her. Her fixation on Dick is less about him as a person and more about what he represents: stability, warmth, someone who sees her. She clings to her fantasies of marrying him, of building a life together, because it’s the only way she knows how to cope with the emptiness inside her. She doesn’t even realize how much she’s hurting him or herself in the process.

It’s both funny and kind of tragic because, deep down, she’s just a lonely kid who never learned how the real world works. Dick, being the compassionate guy he is, probably picks up on that, which only makes things more complicated. Her obsession is unrelenting, and she truly believes she’s the princess who will win her prince in the end, no matter what stands in her way.

Dick would probably feel pity for her. He’d try to reason with her, to help her see the world for what it is. But the more he tries to help, the more she doubles down on her delusions, convinced that he’s just playing hard to get or that the world is keeping them apart. It’s a tragic cycle: her chasing a love that’s not real, and Dick trying to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

19. “I want you. I need you.” Agatha Harkness

Overworked

Agatha Harkness x Big Boss!Fem!Reader

Summary: Agatha always brings you breakfast, and you want to reward her for being so good.

Word Count: 958

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, strap sucking (A sucks R's strap), R is overworking herself

A/N: Idk guys the last half of this I wrote while I was high~

Agatha had always been someone who always knew what she wanted. If she wanted someone's attention she took it and if she wanted someone's love she had it. With you though it had been different.

You were young, smart, rich; Agatha was immediately smitten by you and she tried to make it obvious, but all of her advances went ignored. Sure you were nice enough to her, you took the coffees she gave you and the bagels every morning like clock work.

You'd always be here before her and she wondered if you ever slept or left the office for that matter. You were the first one in and Agatha was sure you were the last one out. It's no surprise you had made team manager in less than a year and by the next year director of the floor.

One morning Agatha came in like always and made her way to your office. Before the door opened one hand was up ready to take the cup. Agatha smiled at you. You looked like you hadn't slept which was probably true with the deadlines coming up.

You absolutely needed the coffee. You'd been holding off taking a break knowing Agatha would show up. As you finish up your thought for an email to send out, taking the first sip and tasting your favorite blend with a smile.

“Thank you Aggie. You have no idea how much I need this.” You felt the ache in your back as you tried to stretch. You'd been hunched over your desk and laptop for hours now. An empty coffee cup and energy drink forgotten on the other side of your desk.

Agatha set down the bagel next to you with a smile as she tidied up your desk. Unwrapping the bagel, stuffed with cream cheese; you take a bite. Your stomach is thankful to have something other than caffeine and sugar.

“You don't have to do that sweetie. You aren't my assistant.” You say through a mouthful.

“Didn't your assistant quit last week?” Agatha raised an eyebrow, making you look away. You had a reputation for making your assistants quit. It wasn't your fault they couldn't keep up. “Besides I don't mind helping dear. I want to help you.” Agatha was the only one you allowed to give you a pet name. If anyone else did they'd be lectured about it.

“I appreciate it sweetie. I appreciate you coming in with breakfast every morning. I appreciate your attentiveness to everything about this job.” You caught Agatha off guard as she just stared for a moment before coming over to you.

You looked up from your seated position until she dropped to her knees, startling you momentarily until she looked up at you. Your heart fluttered and your stomach flipped. She looked perfect beneath you. Without thinking in your sleep deprived state you reached out, running your fingers through her hair. Your hand ran through her dark locks before swiping back so you cupped her cheek.

“You're always such a good girl sweetie. You know good girls deserve rewards.” You spoke, your voice dropping into a sultry tone. You felt Agatha shiver under your touch and words.

“I want you. I need you. All I've ever wanted is to be good enough for you.” Agatha admitted, a plea in her voice as her hands tightened on your pants.

“You should have said something sooner.” You brush your thumb over her soft skins, admiring the feeling.

“I tried dropping hints…” She tried to look away but you pulled her back.

“I'm not good with hints. I'm a very direct person sweetie you should know this by now.” Agatha nodded in understanding.

“I promise I'll be more direct from now on.” You smiled at her, the eagerness to please you.

“You're going to be a good girl for me aren't you?” she nodded eagerly. You unbutton your pants, pulling out your strap you wore almost all of the time. “I know you want to suck me off. Go on darling.” You helped guide her onto your faux cock which her lips wrapped around perfectly.

You watched her head bobbed magnificently, her movements shifting the strap perfectly against your clit. A low moan coming out of your mouth.

“Just like that darling. Keep going gonna make me cum sweet thing.” At the mention of cumming her movements speeding up. You threw your head back as she took you over the edge. “Fuck…Aggie…” You rolled your hips and she easily kept taking you down her throat until you fell back. Her lips popping off your cock. Her eyes sparkling up at you. “Did such a good job.”

She brushed up against your thigh before getting up as you tucked yourself back in. Getting yourself ready to get back to work.

“What are you doing?” Agatha asked.

“Getting back to work?” You looked up at her.

“It's Saturday dear.” She told you, your face scrunching up.

“No, it's Friday.”

“Dear…look at your phone.” You did and your face dropped.

“Oh so it is.” You looked back up at her. “So, wanna come back to my place?” You raised an eyebrow as you stood up, turning off your laptop.

“I would love to.” She smiled, grabbing your bag and coat, the two of you heading out together. You reached out, grabbing her hand and interlocked your fingers together as you headed down to the parking garage.

Agatha sighed, your body on hers as you breathed in and out evenly. Her fingers running through your hair.

“You know I didn't have this in mind, but this is what you needed dear.” Agatha whispered, kissing your forehead, making you smile in your sleep. This was exactly what both of you needed.

[secretlypeerless-cucumber]

Chapter III

⚠️ Implied SA ⚠️

First

He came back. He came back. He came back. He came back. He came back. Gege came for me.

That's all that is currently running on Shen Yuan's mind. A constant stream of "Gege came back for me" and "He saved me" drowning anything else.

"Hehehe..." little giggles escape him as he looks at the other carrying the demonic cultivator as if he weighed nothing at all, grumbling about having left the cart and horse too far from the illicit encampment where the auction was being held at. Gege is so cute. All grumpy as he is.

Shen Yuan is honestly riding such a high right now. Head cottony and heavy, but unbelievably light at the same time. Is blood even getting to his head? Does he even care anymore.

He was so scared.

The guards in charge of the slaves were already taking liberties with the... women. Some more girl than woman. And one or two kept giving him looks. The same looks that Shifu's friends would give him, that intent that makes him want to shed his skin, burn it, and wash the ashes in the river.

He... knows, alright? He already knows men find him pretty enough. He knows what those looks mean. He also knows where to kick and where to stab to make them stop. But the fear reflex never leaves, neither do the nightmares.

But he was unarmed. They took his knifes and his poisons and his cultivation! He was prey again. Was vulnerable and scared like before. Before he managed to trick Shifu into training him and letting him keep weapons at all. What is the use of cultivation if he is helpless at the mere presence of a fucking rope?

...But Gege came for him.

Shifu used to make fun of him with that. Laughing and laughing at how not even his twin wanted him, not even his parents.

Poor little orphaned slave; couldn't save anyone, not even his mother, nor his brother, nor his sister.

"Why did you stop walking. Come here and be useful." Gege quips, and it takes him back to reality enough to notice they are in a little clearing. Completely surrounded by trees, a simple horse-pulled cart waits for them with said horse tied to a tree a little ways off the side. It's brown, with white spots and appears to be calmly eating the fresh grass. Shen Yuan is immediately smitten.

"Cute!" He doesn't even aknowledge Gege's orders to not move and don't touch things because he is already across the clearing, offering his hand to the horse to sniff at. He- She? Is so cute and calm, already letting him caress her muzzle affectionately. "Such a good girl. So tranquil and elegant. What pretty lashes you have."

"I just fucking told you to not touch anything." Gege walked swiftly to where Shen Yuan was getting to know the mare, taking her reins brusquely to walk her back to the cart. He doesn't even look at Shen Yuan, hasn't for a while.

It's fine, Shen Yuan knows Gege doesn't want him -no one does. He is useful. Nothing more, nothing less. Gege wants to know about his past and probably will kick him out of his sect after he gets it and that's ok. Why would Gege keep him anyways? Shen Yuan may have a little cultivation but he could bet a novice disciple of one of those fancy sects could kick his ass in seconds!

And that is seriously fine. Shen Yuan has a plan after all. He just thought of it but a plan is a plan!

He just needs to find a way to be useful a little longer. He has maybe 4 memories about their mother and that'll last him maybe a week if he reveals them bit by bit. After that he needs something else to get Gege to keep him a little while longer, but it's definitely a start.

If he can get Gege to get attached to him maybe Shen Yuan can even see him once in a while! Maybe Gege's sect needs servants? He knows how to do that. Perhaps he isn't a great cook but cleaning is easy enough, he's been doing it for decades after all.

"Get on."

Shen Yuan is starting to notice Gege is very bossy.

He doubts Gege will want him to sit next to him on the driver's seat, so Shen Yuan climbs onto the cart from behind. Maybe he steps on the demonic guy's dick, maybe not. It's not like he can protest anyways. Shen Yuan sits as close as he can to his brother without touching him.

"Ready." Gege doesn't answers, but Shen Yuan is starting to guess their first conversation was the outlier and his brother actually talks very little.

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Beta by: @sillygoofyqueer

[plague-of-insomnia]

WIP Wednesday: Sebardagni 1920s AU: Snippet - Bard meets Ruby

I'm back on my business hoping 2025 is finally the year I get to fill your lives with tons of kuro rarepair AU content!

Here's another scene from my 1920s sebardagni AU that has been floating around in my mind for months and that I was finally able to write the other day.

It's the first of two scenes in which Bard meets Sebastian, aka "Ruby," for the first time, and he's immediately smitten--even after he realizes "Ruby" is a man.

About this AU:

Sebardagni, multichapter, 1920s AU, Human Sebastian, Disabled Sebastian

Set in the US during the 1920s when Prohibition of alcohol was at its peak. Sebastian has a mysterious past that becomes central to the story as it unfolds, but when it begins works out of his apartment as a music tutor and at night performs at Undertaker's speakeasy. That's where he meets Bard, who was left aimless after the end of WWI, and now works as a bouncer for Undertaker in his club. Agni (who isn't in this snippet) is a doctor and who was living with Sebastian when Bard and he met.

*the image above is a preview of a comic by @luci-on-the-moon that will be revealed later

Enjoy, and if this is an AU you're interested in, let me know!

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A hush fell over the entire club as all attention fixed on the piano, which played a simple, tinkling melody that seemed to float through the air like a mist. In the center of it all, spotlight illuminating, was Ruby, dress and jewels the color of her namesake glittering in the light. She was even more beautiful than Bard had imagined she’d be based on everything he’d heard. Her long, luxurious black hair draped over her shoulders, not chopped short like was the fashion, and Bard wondered if, despite the fact she was singing in an underground club run by a shady character like Undertaker, she might be a traditional, classy girl. Her lips were full and lashes long, with skin like fresh cream that Bard longed to touch. But then the piano swelled and she began to sing, and suddenly the entire world around Bard faded away into the soulful sound that cradled him like a warm embrace after years at war. “What’ll I do? When you are far away and I am blue.“ Bard’s mouth went dry as he listened, ash falling from his cigarette as he remained enraptured, as if Ruby were a siren mesmerizing him with her song. The melody was simple, letting the richness of her singing shine through. Bard could feel the emotion she was pouring into every word as she sang sadly of the lover she would never see again. The music crescendoed as Ruby leaned back on the piano, her long legs peaking from the slit in her unfashionably long dress. Though it fit her like God himself had made it for her, so Bard wasn’t about to complain. She wasn’t curvy, but she had a magnetism that made her beauty radiate. “What’ll I do with just a photograph—” She dropped her gaze, those captivating long lashes brushing her cheeks, and when she lifted it again, Bard could have sworn she was looking straight at him. “—to tell my troubles to?” Ruby smiled, amused, but only for a fleeting moment as she continued the song, heartbreak hovering in every note, “When I’m alone, with all the dreams of you that won’t come true. . .” Ruby paused, and so did the music, to let the audience hang on every single second, waiting for her to finish. She stared down at her legs, her voice shifting so that Bard would have sworn she were on the brink of tears. “What’ll I do?” The final chord played and the speakeasy erupted into whistling and clapping, most of the crowd jumping to their feet. But all Bard’s attention was still fixed on Ruby, her red dress glittering as she shifted, blowing kisses to the crowd and winking occasionally before the spotlight slid to the left and the MC began introducing the next performance. As much as he wanted to keep his gaze fixed on her until the last moment, when she disappeared backstage, a fight broke out to Bard’s right. which meant he had a job to do. But after his shift ended, he was gonna pay Ruby a visit.

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love-Epilogue

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 19

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: Flash forward, fluff, smut, handjob, fingering, squirting, P in V intercourse, oral (f), creampie, innuendos, language, pregnancy romantic love making.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 18

Flash Forward in Time:

I wake up with a gentle bump against my side and hazily blink my eyes to allow them to adjust to the darkened room. Emma is still blissfully unconscious as her head rests against my chest and her nude body is draped against mine. I tend to get warm but this woman somehow always seems to be cold. I don’t mind one bit as I’ve spent the majority of my life sleeping alone and I sleep so much better with her body against my own. I smile at my perfect woman and gently move her disheveled hair from her face before I feel another gentle nudge against my side. Our baby boy seems to have woken up and it won’t be long until he wakes his mother up too. Luckily, she’s a heavy sleeper but I’d imagine having a human being rolling around in your abdomen could wake up most anyone. I reach down and caress her swollen belly to acknowledge my little boy and hopefully soothe him back to sleep by rubbing her tummy. Emma is almost eight months along now, and needs every bit of sleep she can get. As I touch her tummy, I think about what life will be like once our little guy finally makes his appearance. We haven’t nailed down a name for him yet, but Emma keeps admitting she likes the idea of naming him after me and calling him AJ, for Austin Junior. I’m pushing for him to have his own name and identity, certainly not wanting him to feel like he has to follow in my shadow. I like the names Luke, Hudson, Grant, and Bradley, but ultimately, I’m going to leave it up to Emma to choose her favorite. She’s doing all of the hard work after all. After a bit of gentle caressing on her belly, our son seemed to calm and Emma messily rolled over and wrapped herself around the giant pregnancy pillow that’s taking over her entire side of the bed. I won’t complain because I’ll give her anything to help her be more comfortable. I decide to ease out of the bed and get the day started because somehow in all my years I can’t shake the early wake up times that the military instilled in me. I quietly corral Mills and let him out in the backyard to use the bathroom. Aika passed away early last year and I’ll be honest, I took it hard. My nightmares started coming back more frequently and Emma convinced me to talk to my therapist at the VA about it. I still miss that sweet girl but know that she had such a fulfilling life here with us. She’s buried out in the backyard under a large oak tree so that we still feel her spirit close by. Mills also really struggled in the first month after her passing, constantly looking around the house for her. He always adored her and was used to following her lead but he’s doing well as he’s matured from the puppy stage. I spent some time training him after our wedding and now he knows all of the commands that I had taught Aika which is helpful, especially now with a growing family.

I start up the coffee pot and know I’ve only got a short window of time before responsibilities call, so I sip on a cup of coffee while I start making breakfast. As I’m plating the pancakes at the table, I hear movement upstairs and know I need to intercept quickly. I bound up the stairs and open the bedroom door to our three-and-a-half-year-old twin girl’s bedroom. Molly Grace and Maggie Kate are out of their toddler beds and already digging in their princess box regardless of the fact that it’s not even half past six on a Saturday morning. They squeal when I scoop them up and place kisses along each of their cheeks.

“Da Da! Ouch!” They giggle as my beard scratches against their cheeks. 

“Sorry little darlins” I respond before tickling their tummies. 

“Now what do we have here, already getting into the princess box?” 

“I want to be Tiana!” MG says followed by MK who declares she is going to be Ariel. “Well, if I get you girls dressed in your princess gowns, y’all gotta promise to be quiet on the way downstairs so we can let Mama sleep in. Is that a deal?” I ask.

Both curly headed girls nod their heads fervently. I’m certain that won’t last long as my daughters tend to be a bit exuberant, but I’ll take what I can get.

“Alright then, bring me the dresses and then we have to brush your teeth before your dragon breath knocks me out.” I joke. 

A somewhat endless feeling half hour later, I successfully have both girls dressed and with clean teeth. Their hair is still a disaster but I’m working on learning. God, if the old me could see myself now. Googling videos of how to braid hair or make a ponytail. Emma usually does their hair and tries to show me a thing or two when she has time. The girls have dirty blonde hair, not quite as light as Emma’s, but they both got my wild curls which Emma adores. 

I’ve got them set up with chocolate chip pancakes, fruit and milk cups as they tell me about what movie they want to watch later and constantly interrupt each other as they ask for this and that. 

“Nana and PawPaw want y’all to come over today to help Nana bake a cake. Does that sound good?” I ask knowing that the girls are over the moon anytime they get to go to my grandparents’ house. It’s hard to tell who loves it more, the girls or my grandparents. I’m grateful for a potentially quiet afternoon with Emma, since we won’t have too many of those in the future anytime soon.

“Oh yeah! I want to do that! Can we make cupcakes?” 

“That’s all up to Nana. Y’all just remember that she’s old and y’all don’t want to wear her out.”

“Yeah, Nana’s real old but PawPaw is even older. He’s like 104.” Maggie says.

“No he’s not! He’s only like 23 I think.” Molly retorts. 

“Y’all really have no idea about numbers yet and I find that adorable.” I chuckle to myself as I hear Emma making her way down the hall.

“Good morning, Sugar. Hope we didn’t wake you, I was trying to let you rest.” I kiss my girl sweetly while rubbing her swollen belly.

“Wasn’t you, your son decided to dance on my bladder.” She grumbles and I chuckle. Even all this time later, she still isn’t a morning person. She shuffles further into the kitchen and the girls jump up and give her what I’m sure are sticky syrup covered good morning hugs and kisses. I pour Em a cup of coffee, adding her creamer and she holds it with both hands with a grateful sleepy smile.

“So Ariel and Tiana, what are we talking about this morning?”

“How Nana’s old.” Molly announces and Emma almost chokes on her coffee.

“Who told you that?” Emma asks and both girls point directly to me. Little narcs.

“Well, she is! I was just telling the girls to take it easy on her today.” Emma rolls her eyes at me before walking to the table

“Don’t tell Nana that she’s old.” Emma tells the girls.

“But she is old, mama.” Maggie refutes.

“Yes, but it’s still not nice to say. We don’t want to hurt Nana’s feelings.”

“Does Nana not know that she’s old?” Molly asks inquisitively.

“I’m sure she does baby, but spending time with you girls helps her feel young. Now, how about you girls work on making Nana and PawPaw some more drawings for their refrigerator? You know how much they love those!” Emma directs.

“I want to draw Mills chasing chickens!” Molly shouts.

“I’m going to draw PawPaw riding a cow!” Maggie exclaims.

I chuckle as I watch them scurry over to the little kiddie table off of the kitchen that Emma has made as their art station and get to work.

Emma has shifted to working part time and it’s been great. She stayed home with the girls at first, taking an extended maternity leave after they were born but found that she missed the vet clinic and working with animals. We decided on sending the girls to a “Mother’s Day Out” program where they attend half days so that Emma and I can both work. Our jobs give us the flexibility to be able for one of us to pick them up at 1pm each day and have them home in time for an afternoon nap.

Emma relaxes back at her chair at the table and starts eating some breakfast.

“Little man let you get decent rest last night?” I ask her and she shrugs while chewing her food.

“I felt like I got up more times to pee or roll over than I actually got rest, but I suppose that’s just going to prepare me for the newborn stage of having him up every two hours.”

“Hell, just think about how much easier it’ll be with only one baby this time.” I think back to how exhausted Em and I both were in the first few months home with the girls. We struggled to get them on the same feeding and sleeping schedules. It felt like as soon as we got one to sleep, the other was screaming and waking everyone up. Em and I were so tired we basically just roamed about the house like zombies during the night. I feel like I coped a little bit better than Emma since I was used to insomnia, but she was determined to breastfeed and didn’t want to mess up her supply. After a few months, I finally convinced her to pump some milk for night feeds so I could help more with a bottle feed during the night and let her rest. 

“Gosh, I hope so. They were worth it all, but damn I hope this baby sleeps.” Emma sighs.

“Given any more thoughts on what you’d like to name this handsome fella?” I ask. 

“I still like AJ, but I’ve been thinking about it and I also really like the name Grant ever since you brought it up. Grant Syverson just sounds like a future star quarterback.” She says and I smirk as I munch on a few berries.

“I like that a lot, Sugar. It’s a very strong name. One he can be proud of. Perfect for our boy.” 

“I was thinking the middle name could be Joseph after PawPaw?” She suggests and I have to take a moment to just awe at this woman. PawPaw was always a taciturn man with a steely exterior but when Emma became part of the family he opened up to her more than I ever imagined. Always imparting words of advice and stopping by to check on her when she was pregnant with the girls and I was working. Nothing could have prepared us for the absolute mush that man turned into when the girls were born. PawPaw seemed to get a new lease on life as he dropped everything to spend time with his “grandbabies”. He wanted to teach them all about the farm and loved showing them all the animals. He was wrapped around their fingers and we all joked about it. 

“I don’t think anything could make him prouder. I love that idea, baby girl.”

“Let’s wait until he’s born before we tell him.” She suggests and I agree.

“Walt doing okay now that he’s back at work?” Emma asks.

“He’s having a hard time focusing, which is understandable. He’s itching to get home every night to Cassie and baby Carter.”

“Yeah, Cass mentioned he’s got terrible FOMO when I was over there last week. He’s afraid he’s going to miss something.” Emma responds.

Walt and Cassie really hit it off at the wedding and before long were in a serious relationship. She moved to Texas with him about eight months into dating. They got married a little over a year ago and just had a little boy, Carter, who made Walt light up in a way he hasn’t since Faye was little. Emma loved having Cassie close and it was nice having Walter so happy and working more reasonable hours. Faye came to visit as often as she could which was also good for Walt. They only lived about ten minutes from us and Emma had been over every day last week to help Cassie since Walt was on his first week back to work from paternity leave. I remember how hard it was to leave Emma and the girls to go back to work.

“It’s tough to leave your wife and new baby and go back to work but I’m sure he’ll adjust. I remember facetiming you like every hour that first week just to check in.” I reminisce.

“I remember.” Emma giggles. “My big strong army man was a nervous wreck about missing any moment with his girls. It took some time but I think we found a good family/work balance that keeps us fulfilled.” 

“I keep you filled.” I mutter with a smirk.

“Austin!” Emma feigns shock. “Clearly you have.” She murmurs as she pats her round belly and I look at her with smug pride. 

“Think Nana and PawPaw would keep the girls for a night?” She wonders aloud even though we both know that they jump at the chance to keep the kids.

“You know they would. Got something in mind?”

“An impromptu night alone with my handsome man sounds pretty perfect to me.” Emma bites her lip and I feel the surge run through my body as I quickly grab my phone to call Nana and confirm that the girls can sleepover with them tonight. Emma heads upstairs to pack the girls an overnight bag and before we know it, we’re loading them up in the truck and headed to Nana and PawPaw’s.

After a lively drop-off and quick visit with Nana and PawPaw, Emma and I were back in the truck and driving out of their long driveway. 

“I feel like we’re teenagers who just got permission to go out for the night.” Emma joked. 

“That mean I get to cop a feel? I ask as I pull Emma closer to me and run my big hand across her exposed thigh gently dragging her sundress higher.

“Thanks to these pregnancy hormones, you’ll be feeling more than that.” Emma smirks and I groan. Our sex life has always been incredible, but having two toddlers that seemingly always want something, and a very heavily pregnant wife who struggled with morning sickness longer than expected made us slow down a bit. Emma finally got to feeling better and the hormones lately had been keeping her extra needy which I was more than happy to accommodate. 

“Lunch date at Gia’s?” I asked and she nodded enthusiastically. Baby boy had Emma craving pasta all the time so I knew she’d be excited. 

After eating a nice meal, we made our way home and smiled at the rarity of quietness inside our home. Even Mill’s seemed excited about staying with my grandparents for a night of chicken chasing and homemade treats from Nana. The house was all to ourselves and I was ready to get Emma naked and spend the rest of the day in the bed.

I reached for Emma and pulled her into a kiss. 

“I love you, beautiful darlin’.” I told her between kisses. Her swollen tummy had me leaning a little further than I usually do for these types of kisses, and I couldn’t help but lean down and place a soft kiss on her belly too. 

“I love you too, baby.” She replied as she pawed at my abs in an attempt to take off my shirt.

I pulled my shirt over my head and Emma’s nails immediately sunk into my chest hair as she gently scratched up and down my torso.

“Let’s get to our bedroom so I can properly get you naked, Sugar.”

I led her upstairs to our bedroom and took my time undressing her slowly before laying her down on the bed. She has been feeling a bit self-conscious lately as her body stretches and swells to accommodate our growing son, but I do my best to reassure her.

“You’re so pretty, Darlin’. Every bit about you is perfect.”

“Sy, I’m huge. Be truthful.” She sasses.

“No, you’re pregnant and growing my kid. That I put into you. Something about that turns me on even more. Plus, your tits are huge and I can’t wait to sneak a taste of them when your milk comes in again.” I smirk at her devilishly.

“Austin, you are downright depraved.” She giggles as my hands paw all over her body.

“Only for you, Sugar. Now, let me finally make love to my bride without any interruptions.” I say as I plant kisses along her collar bone, sliding down to her belly and then the juncture of her thighs where her perfect pussy is already glistening in anticipation. I rub my calloused hands along her thighs and spread her open for me as I lick a long stripe up her folds. Emma is extra sensitive lately and jumps at the sensation with a loud moan before her hands find the short strands of my hair and grab on. I lick, kiss, and suck on her delicate pearl before sliding two fingers gently inside her and curling them. A few minutes after I began my ministrations, Emma screams her release as she squirts and her fluids coat my chin and forearm. I drink down everything she gives me so I don’t waste a single drop of her honey. I begin to place gentle kisses on her thighs as I work her through her high before I kiss up her body to check on her. I’m greedily tempted to work her to another orgasm, but know that she’s extra sensitive right now and it might be too much for her. I make my way up to her neck and place soft kisses under her ear as she reaches and grabs on to the scruff of my beard.

“Fuck, Austin. That was amazing.” She mewls with her eyes still closed as I place gentle kisses on her eyelids.

“Yeah? Feel good, Sugar?” I ask as she catches her breath.

“The best. Now I need your cock.” Emma almost whispers as her fingertips trail down my abs before wrapping around my raging erection. She squeezes just like I like before running her thumb across my slit to collect the bead of precum that’s already dribbling out in anticipation and I thrust myself further into her grasp with a groan. I watch as Emma removes her hand, spits into her palm before grabbing me again and jerking me. Between deep kisses, I glance down at her delicate little hand working my large member and can’t help but thrust against her. If she keeps going, I’m going to blow my load before I even get inside her warm cunt.

“Darlin’, I need to be inside you.” 

“Fuck me, Austin. Please baby.” I grunt as I manhandle her onto her side, conscious that this may be the best position to keep any pressure off of her growing womb and slide up behind her before lifting her thigh around me. I gently ease the tip of my cock into her warm channel and Emma pushes down against me, sucking my cock inside her wet heat in the best way. When my pelvis is fully seated against her ass cheeks, I groan and Emma arches her back which gives me the perfect angle to her g-spot. I start thrusting slowly as I suck and lick against the spot under Emma’s ear and she wraps an arm around my neck thrusting her fingers into my hair and tugging. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. So wet and tight. Just like the first time I ever fucked you, baby girl.” I grunt against her neck.

“Mmm, Austin! You feel so good inside me. So big and full.” She mumbles as I thrust into her.

“God, we fit together so good. You were made to be mine.” I murmur as I appreciate the tight, wet heat surrounding me.

“Harder, baby.” She moans and I’m so tempted to start jack hammering into her perfect cunt but am worried about hurting her more than my desire to fuck hard.

“I don’t want to hurt you or the baby, Sugar.”  “You won’t, I promise. Fuck me please!” She moans and I can’t help but pound into her a bit harder as she claws down my arm that’s holding across her perfect tits. I have the perfect view to watch them bounce over her shoulder as I fuck her from behind and can’t help but start gently tugging at her nipples which earns me a louder moan from her.

I remove my arm from her breasts before I shove two of my fingers in her mouth. She sucks fervently before I reach down past her tummy and start rubbing them against her swollen clit. She’s so easily stimulated that I have her cumming in a matter of moments. Her tight pussy clenched me so hard that I couldn’t hold back my own orgasm and found myself releasing deep inside her before I had intended too. I stilled my hips and shoved my cock as deep as I possibly could as I finished before collapsing back down onto the sheets, not caring how sweaty we were. Emma and I laid perfectly still basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking as the ceiling fan whirled above us before I slid my softening cock from her body and she whined at the loss.

Emma clumsily rolled over to face me and laid her head against my chest, her fingers combing through my chest hair as my fingertips trailed up against her spine.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked her as we basked in the silence.

“I’m thinking that I want you to fuck me like that again before the night is over… and I want to take a bath with you… and I might also be thinking about the chocolate chip cookie dough in the refrigerator.” Emma replied as I croaked out a hearty laugh at how her thoughts were all over the place.

“Why, what are you thinking?” She asked.

“I was honestly just thinking about how grateful I am for you. I never thought I could have any of this. I was just this broken, shell of a person who went through the motions of everyday life. I swear, I never really thought I’d find love like my grandparents and then I met you. I’ve always been so independent and now, I swear to God, I can’t imagine being away from you for a single day. You completely changed me for the better and gave me so much love and passion. It’s like you woke me up and I started finally living life. Oh, and not to mention our babies. God, I love them so much even when they are being little brats. You and our kids just complete me. I can’t wait to see how our son joins in the mix with our baby girls. I’m just so glad I found you. I’ve never been this happy in my life.” I tell her honestly as I think about how my life has changed in just the past 5 years before I hear her sniffle.

“Sugar?”

“Now I feel like an ass for thinking about eating cookie dough when you were making this big declaration of love.” She sobs as the tears flow down her cheeks and I can’t help but laugh out loud.

“It’s not funny, Austin! That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever heard and you know I feel the same way.” She laugh/cries as I bite my lip to keep from chuckling at the absurdity of her pregnancy hormones. She looks up at me with tears still in her eyes and can’t help but start laughing herself. I finally allow my laughter out and we spend the next few minutes laughing so hard that Emma has to get up and waddle to the bathroom to pee which just makes me laugh even harder.

I head to the bathroom after her and start filling the bathtub and lighting candles before helping Emma step in. I make a quick run downstairs to the kitchen and get us some waters and the entire roll of cookie dough with a spoon before I head back up and present the princess with her snack. 

Her eyes fill with tears of gratefulness that her beloved craving is about to be satisfied which has us laughing all over again as I join her in the tub to what we jokingly still call marinating in our ‘body juice soup.’

Emma rests her back against my chest as she feeds me bites of her dessert and I can’t help but feel more fulfilled than I ever have before. My future now is not some bleak possibility, but filled with excitement and joy. I owe it all to a bit of puppy love that became the love of my life.

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A/N: Y'all, it's finally here! I'm so so sorry that it took me so long to get this written and posted but #lifehappened and I'm a bit of a perfectionist so I wanted it to be right. Thank you all so much for following along on Sy and Emma's love story. Your support and encouragement has lifted me up more than you realize. I'm so grateful to everyone that's followed along! I'm super sad that it's over but there may be a one-shot or two in our future for them! Love you all!

[moralesluvr]

DATING MILES MORALES AS A GIRLY GIRL | HC ❥

♡ pairings & aus: miles morales x fem!black!reader (this is HEAVILY black coded bookies, a little self-indulgent lmao) ♡ warnings: miles being a teeny bit of a watcher, him also being a lil' jealous, thats it? ♡ summary: what it's like to date our boy ♡ a/n: i love this boy sm y'all pls ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

when miles first saw you, he knew that he was smitten.

you were just perfect with your dark curls and your bright, glowy makeup...the dark pink lip gloss that shone against your gorgeous two-toned lips...yeah, he was done for.

he watched you for a while before mustering up the courage to even talk to you. he'd sit at lunch with a couple of his friends and as they would talk to him, he would be completely zoned out, too focused on the way you looked so pretty sitting at your lunch table with your friends, head drawn back as you laughed at someone's joke

he couldn't help but stare. you were pretty, and he knew this, but he was upset by the fact that other people knew it too. but he couldn't really be jealous because you weren't even his

...yet.

miles was determined to have you 100%.

but he never found the courage to talk to you. he would wake up in the mornings and convince himself he could do it, that he wouldn't embarrass himself, and then go to school and literally not say a word to you.

he knew it was getting bad when he'd ask mrs. morales to go to football games every single friday, no matter how far away they were. she just wanted her son to get out a little so she'd say yes, but little did she know, he was going for you.

you were a cheerleader, so miles would drive however far just to sit in the lop lefthand corner with his sketchbook cracked open, pencil dancing gently against the pages as he drew you in all types of positions-- smiling, cheering, touching your hair-- he'd draw you in any way he saw you move.

eventually, you picked up on the fact that you saw miles all the time, even when you weren't in school. but your own fantasies began to stir when you caught him staring at you one day as you got up to throw your lunch trash away

he was glancing at you, and he was doing it hard. so you shot him a sweet wave and smile, and he immediately shot you one back

he was cute. very cute. and you didn't even know him, but you started to develop a small crush on him

your passes through the hallways weren't by coincident. miles rerouted his entire way to get to each class just so he could see you for five seconds. but those five seconds were so enjoyable and made his heart melt, so he didn't even mind the extra walking

this went on for months. this man had filled up an entire sketchbook with your face, and he knew that he needed to do something because there were only a couple months left of school, and the only thing you guys have exchanged is a wave, a smile, and a spare pencil.

which, when you offered him the pencil in art class, he literally acted like it was his prized possession. it was a baby blue color with a light pink tip, and it actually smelled so much like you. he felt a little embarrassed by how happy he was about it, but he would find himself placing the item under his nose when he needed to focus on something

eventually, more months passed, and you were starting to think that he didn't really want you, he just liked looking at you. looking at your frilly skirts and pink sweaters, your chunky doc martens, your shiny black curls and your pearly dangling earrings. but your mind quickly changed when he came up to your locker one day, palms sweating and voice cracking as he finally spoke to you

"hi...um, y/n, is it?"

he played dumb, as if he hadn't been watching you for months. but you just went along with it and introduced yourself with a smile, and for a minute, he just stared at you and didn't say a word, until you gave him an inquisitive look.

"miles, everything alright?"

"s-sorry, yeah...i just wanted to, um..say hi?"

it honestly comes out like a question, but you giggle at his attempt to charm you

your conversation is short lived until days pass, and miles finds himself growing more and more comfortable about talking to you.

you even invited him over to your table for lunch, which utterly shocked him because the people you sat with were like...random

as in it was a random assortment. some jocks, some art friends, some musicians..

he was grinning from ear to ear when you invited him to come sit directly next to you. your thighs were touching his and he was freaking out inside because your skin was on his, and although it was subtle, he could still feel it and the contact made him happy.

he was infatuated with you. wherever you went he couldn't help but want to follow because your presence was so warm and welcoming

after what felt like years, he finally asked you for your phone number. he became full with greed-- seeing you at school wasn't even close to enough, he wanted to be talking to you or be with you at all times.

you obviously gave him your number by writing it on a pink sticky note, signing your name under it in cursive with a heart drawn at the end. he admired your handwriting, he's never seen someone write so beautiful, and he placed that sticky note in his journal that really was just a museum of you

anything you gave him he kept. gum wrappers, pencils, sticky notes, little trinkets and gifts-- he kept it ALL.

one night, he was up late texting you and literally grinning at his phone so very hard...he just loved talking to you.

miles: You awake?

you: mhm, can't sleep :( why are you still up?

miles: I dunno, can't sleep either I guess. Why are you up?

you: why not?

you replied to a message: and i'm up just thinking about stuff...my mind won't let me fall asleep :/

miles: I get that! I actually can't sleep either because of that reason

you: oh? whatcha thinking about?

miles: You.

his text honestly threw you for an entire loop and a half. he had finally said something to indicate your feelings for you, and you were literally geeking so hard about it

once he knew you felt the same way, your texting sessions became more frequent, and way longer. he eventually got a hold of your social medias and would check them so often it was borderline unhealthy

he snapped you throughout the day, never left you on opened or delivered without reason. unless it was for spider-man stuff...which, you had yet to know about until you both finally planned a picnic date.

you got all cute, hair done up and makeup flawless, clad in a flowy, long skirt and a white crop top with accented sleeves.

you were literally walking out of the front door until you got a text from miles, apologizing for the inconvenience that he wouldn’t be able to make it. you were so bummed out, you found a tear leaving your eye and you walked back to your room, disappointed.

miles was literally crumbled at the fact that he had to miss your date, your first one at that. so he wanted to make it up to you.

he quickly finished up his patrol work and threw himself back into his house, quickly saying hi to his mother before showering and getting dressed, spraying on cologne and grabbing his wallet and keys.

“mijo, where are you going?”

“out! te quiero, i’ll be back!”

mama rio obviously picked up on the fact that he was seeing a girl, but she just kept it to herself as miles flew out the door, running to the closest flower shop, and then apartment and knocking on the door. he expected you to answer, but your father did instead, causing him to literally shrink in his own skin as he said hello to him.

he was scared that your father didn’t know who he was until he said “you must be my daughter’s boyfriend!”

“oh— boyfriend? i-“

he was very quickly dragged inside your home. he conversed with your parents for a while as they welcomed him, and he eventually found himself at your room’s door with your flowers clasped in his palms, which were sweating with anxiety.

you told him to come in, and your sadness was lifted as he gave you a smile and a wave, handing you the flowers. and you were so ecstatic that you kissed his cheek, and he swore he almost died inside.

he took you to a rooftop and you had your picnic there, where he held you in his arms as you admired the night sky, until he pulled one of your curls behind your ear as you laid in his chest.

“y/n…can i…can i be your boyfriend?”

it was so random and unexpected, but you whispered to him with a smile,

“yes.”

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[seethesin]

shane relationship hcs??

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: meet cutes, dating cliches, explicit sexual content near the end (18+, mdni)

a/n: i can't deny you anything involving shane, anon! 😇 this is not proofread, just a complete stream of consciousness. enjoy!

The two of you met while grocery shopping. You were shopping for the week while Shane stopped in to grab a case of Dos Equis and a few things to host the get together she and Jenny had planned

You swiped the bag of chips Shane was about to grab, knocking knuckles into each other

Shane's not one to get flustered or thrown off center, but she was not expecting to meet you in such a mundane place

The first thing your brain comprehends is just how good she looks in her ripped jeans and dress shirt

She manages to get a sentence out first, maintaining her signature coolness: "You know, I got some company expecting me to come back with those cheddar jalapeño chips"

You hum as if genuinely considering giving them up before smiling brightly and placing them in your cart

"You snooze, you lose!" you call over your shoulder, leaving Shane stunned behind you. You miss the tiny smile that tugs at her lips as she searches for another snack

While you're walking down the checkout, you notice Shane waiting in one of the lanes Immediately, you station yourself behind her and take a moment to build your confidence

"Hey," You grab her attention and Shane turns around, her green eyes practically gleaming once she realizes it's you again

"I'll trade you the chips for a date"

You don't miss the surprised quirk of her brows or the way her lips grow into a pleased grin at your exclamation

"Deal"

And so, one date turns into three which turns into so many you lose count

You learn quickly that Shane can be a gentlewoman. She's always holding doors open for you, offering you her arm when you walk together, and draping her leather jacket over you when you're cold

Each action only seems to impress you more and you refuse to admit it out loud, but you're smitten with her

As the two of you learn more about each other, you notice just how much Shane takes an interest in your passions

She can actively listen to you talk about something you love for hours: whether it has to do with your career, your education, or even that TV show you spent the weekend binging

If something makes you happy, you can guarantee that at some point, Shane has made a mental note of it so she can touch on it later on

The love languages Shane shows to you are physical touch and acts of service

Shane can't keep her hands to herself

She always finds a way to touch you: whether it be a chaste hand on your back, a protective arm around your waist, or her mischievous mouth on the nape of your neck

Your bodies fit one another like gloves. That fact does not go past either of you; it was as if you were made for each other

Meanwhile, Shane is the first person you go to when you want some sort of help

Being wanted does something to Shane and to be wanted by you? It makes her go absolutely crazy

She's not a fixer per se, but will always provide the assistance she feels she can for you

Need a ride? She's got you covered. Need some advice? She'll say her peace but will ask you to take it with a grain of salt. Need a hand? Oh, well she'll be happy to provide that in more ways than one

Also, do I even have to say it? As soon as you two officially enter a relationship, Shane is your personal hairdresser

You let her try just about any hairstyle on you that she can think of; the feeling of her fingers against your scalp is enough to make you melt on the spot

Whatever she chooses for you that day is always flattering and you can't get enough of yourself in the mirror

Shane will bend forward, grinning in satisfaction as she tidies up your new hairdo

"Look at my pretty girl," she'll rasp, pressing kisses to your temple as she watches you blush eagerly

By the way, the sex is to die for

Shane truly aims to please and is always so hyperfocus on your pleasure every single time the two of you get between the sheets

Whether she's fucking you with her hands, mouth, or strap, she adores being able to watch you throughout it

She loves to overstimulate you, seeing just how far she can push you until you can't take it anymore

Her favorite way to fuck you is with you in her lap, her fingers buried in your pussy while you face her. Your hands are gripped on her shoulders as you bob mindlessly

Your greedy cunt swallows her digits easily as you pant and keen.

Shane can't stop herself from teasing you: "Such a good girl, fucking yourself on my fingers, huh?"

You dissolve into a whimpering, whining mess, and once she curls her fingers inside you, you cum so suddenly you don't have time to process it

Her thumb is stroking your clit and another orgasm ripples through your body

Your shuddering on Shane's fingers and she leans in closer, trailing hot kisses down your throat

"How many more can you give me tonight?"

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Mamma mia | chapter two

listen to: Crazier - Taylor Swift| This is me trying - Taylor Swift (playlist here)

warnings: accidental pregnancy, smut 18+, raising a child alone. warnings will be added as the story progresses. For this chapter maybe being a single mom.

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

It’d been over twenty minutes since Augustine and James had burst through the door and had dragged Bob in, first to the sunroom, then to the living room. 

It had been over fifteen minutes since Augustine went fully stalked on Bob. She hadn’t stopped looking at him with her light green doe-eyes, a permanent smile drawn on her face as she listened to Bob answering her questions and James. 

“Bob, you should stay for dinner!” Augustine insisted with a happy giggle as she grabbed Bob’s hand, pulling him from the couch and chasing both you and James to the kitchen. 

Bob seemed overwhelmed, to say the least. It usually happened with Augustine, she had the energy of a thousand suns. Her mother often told both you and James that she was happy that she had both of you guys in her life, you could keep her in the ground. She wasn’t quite right about that, you often encouraged Auggies dreams, eccentric hobbies, and outlandish passions. It was what you loved the most about her. 

“You’d want me to stay?” he asked meekly as Augustine sat him on the table of the kitchen and then climbed on it, placing her feet on the chair he was seated in, he moved his legs to give her space as she places her chin on her hand and watched him with dreamy eyes. 

“You want him to stay?” James asked as she tried to check on the pie she’d decided to make for the three of you and then on the pasta she was brewing, before she ran to the fridge, taking out some ice and placing them on your wrist while you stirred the pasta, helping her. 

She was always cooking a bit too much for only the three of you and things that didn’t mix up. Gold dust woman played in the background of the kitchen, you gazed at Bob who seemed a bit dumbfounded by all the activity going on in a small house, just three girls there. You smiled. It must’ve seen chaotic to anyone that didn’t know better but the three of you knew each other so well that you worked like clockwork.

“Augustine,” You warned her as you sat down next to Bob, giving him a warm smile and then returning to Augustine. 

“What?” she shrugged as she twirled her bright auburn hair. “You’ve been so nice to our friend, we should let him stay,” she insisted as she coyly traced patterns on Bob’s forearm. 

She was smitten. Bob seemed a bit petrified by her forwardness but there was a slight gleam in his eyes. 

“You’re treating him as if he’s a puppy,” James tutted Augustine as she added a last touch of salt to the pasta. 

Augustine tilted her head to the side as if she could see it. You were sure she would paint it, she was an artist, and she would spend her time drawing and painting common day-to-day things, sometimes even weird things. You didn’t doubt for a second she was already deciding if Bob was more of a dachshund or a golden retriever. 

“Auggie,” you said before you hissed slightly after a certain move of your wrist. Bob's eyes fell on you, immediately concerned.

“Are you okay?” he asked, watching carefully, making sure that you hadn’t damaged the bandage. Your wrist twinged with a faint pain as you looked at how he held your wrist, examining it carefully. 

“Yeah,” you smiled sweetly at him. He liked how you looked at him, there was a softness in your eyes but also a slight hint of fire. Bob nodded with a smile, raising the glasses from the tip of his nose. “I’ll show Bob the way out,”

“Bye, Bob!” Augustine called as you walked away from the kitchen, Bob following you. He turned around and gave Augustine a handsome smile. It made her squeal. 

You chuckled as you reached the door and opened it for Bob. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath of the salty air, the sound of the waves crashing against the ocean, you wondered if your date with Bob would lead to a summer with him. 

“Your friends are really nice,” he muttered, making you open your eyes as you turned towards him. A slight blush spread through your cheeks, he noticed. 

“Thank you,” you answered as you leaned against the frame of the door. 

Bob smiled. He leaned into you, and your breath hitched in your throat slightly before closing your eyes, feeling his lips pressing against yours. “I’ll talk to you soon,” he muttered, his voice a bit gruff. 

You nodded, wide-eyed as you kissed him one more time softly before he finally left. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched him walk away, biting your inner lip as you wondered if he would be the rest of the summer for you. Staying there for a moment, you let your mind wander, there were so many endless opportunities this summer, and your life was just going to start. 

By the time you returned to the kitchen, James had already served dinner. She and Augustine were whispering excitedly, their eyes fell on you immediately. They squealed loudly while you laughed as you sat at the table with them.

“He’s so cute!” Augustine giggled first, she grabbed your hand excitedly barely knocking the wine from the table, James catching it easily. “How well does he kiss?”

“You want to kiss him?” James asked with a huff. 

Augustine's eyes lit up. “Can I?”

“Be my guest,” you laughed, holding her hand as Augustine shrieked. James' eyes landed on you, and she raised her eyebrow at you, warning you silently. “Sharing is caring,” you shrugged.

Augustine let out a gasp before she leaned over the table, almost knocking the wine from the table again, and kissed you loudly on the cheek. 

“That’s a real friend!” 

“You can’t!” James intervened. “You always do this Auggie, you fall for the ones that don’t seem to hurt a fly and then you end up with a broken heart,”

Augustine seemed to be deflated, her eyes turning a bit sad as she recalled her past flings. Many flings. Augustine could charm anyone and she fell easily, she fell hard. You tilted your head towards James, squinting softly at her before you took Augustine's hand and squeezed it. James shrugged. 

“You’re right,” Augustine huffed. “Quiet ones are the worst,” she said as she took a big bite of her pasta. 

“And you said that you were on relationship celibacy this summer,”

“We all are,” you assured James. 

“Kisses?Yes. Foreplay? Sure.” James stated seriously as if it was a matter of national security while she sipped a bit of her wine. 

Augustine’s light seemed to return as her eyes wandered mindlessly on the kitchen, her blush returning to her cheeks. “Dot. Dot. Dot?” she asked James with a smile.

James nodded playfully. “Fine by me,” she stated. “Whirlwind romances, one night stands and not looking back?”

Augustine and you agreed immediately, all three of you laughing loudly as you finally ate your dinner peacefully. You tried not to think too much about Bob as you all ate and then cleaned up. It didn’t work though, by the time you finished the dishes and finally went to lie in your bed, you were already thinking about late-night dips in the ocean, the salty taste if you kissed him there, his fingers touching your skin again. 

“Sweets,” James called you, snapping out of your thoughts. “Get ready,” she said as she leaned on the frame of your door. You frowned. 

“Why?”

“We’re leaving for a party in an hour and a half,” James explained as she washed her teeth, Augustine already had the rollers in her head and was brushing her teeth as well. 

You groaned slightly. “I just spend so much time at the hospital, I can’t like to get a pass?” you asked them, puppy-eyeing them, hoping they would let you stay and rest.

James snorted as Augustine gasped, audibly. “You promised this summer was going to be ours,” she insisted as she sat on your bed. “You can’t back out,” she warned.

You rolled your eyes before you smiled at her.

“Fine,”

SEVEN YEARS LATER

Friday mornings were your favorite in the summer. They always seemed a bit too perfect, too warm, too golden for them to actually exist. The kitchen windows are open, the large glass panels giving you a perfect view of the beach, letting the sound of waves crashing against the sand. You sip on your coffee as you watch Inés carefully drawing a picture with the most precision you’d ever guessed a six-year-old could have. 

“What are you doing my sweet girl?” James asks as she climbs down the snail-like chairs with her laptop in hand. She was probably giving a lecture, it was already a bit late for her to be getting out of her room at this time. 

“Look, Auntie!” 

Inés smiles brightly as she watches her aunt climbing from the stairs. Quickly, showed the picture to James, even though she had refused to let you see the unfinished product. You shake your head as James gasps dramatically while examining the drawing. It was for her summer classes that had started this week, homework she had assured you. 

“This is the most beautiful painting I’ve ever seen!” James gasped as she sat down next to Inés while you stood up, shaking your head as you smell the pancakes cooking on the stove. The smell fills the air, and a sense of contentment and peace fills your chest. 

Last night you hadn’t really slept that well, honestly, it wasn’t until Inés climbed to your bed around three in the morning that you had managed to let go of everything that had happened the previous night. When you woke up this morning, you’d tried to forget it, you’d promised yourself to let it go. You hadn’t thought about them in a long time and you knew this town better than they ever could, you knew how to avoid them. You knew you could. 

“It’s me and mommy,” Inés explains to James, pointing at the circle and stick figures she’d made. You smile proudly as you serve Inés her pancakes, even though they were only sticks and figures, Augustine had already told Inés about the depth in a painting and she’d managed well enough. 

“That’s amazing, baby,” you congratulate your daughter, as you caressed her chubby cheeks while gazing at her sea-foam green eyes. 

Inés smiles happily at you while she looked down at the drawing for a second and frowned slightly. You caught it right away, the way her little brows furrowed. 

“Mommy,” she asks, you can feel the uneasiness in her voice. 

“Yeah?”

“Can I draw Auntie Auggie and Auntie James?” she hesitates. “Since I don’t have a dad, I don’t want it to look empty,”

You flinch at the question, ever so slightly, then you manage to set your face back in a mask of calm. There was a beat of silence in the air as you took a deep breath, James’ eyes fell on you. Inés had asked about her father ever since she started kindergarten, before that the only type of family she knew was the one you’d molded for her.  

“Of course baby,” you say. “You can add grandma too,” 

Inés’ face lit up again, that joyful smile that you used to recognize in someone else years before appeared on her face, and a noise that registered delight escaped her little lips. Without any hesitation, she takes her pencil colors and continues her hard work. 

James glances at you again, but you’re no longer in that kitchen. You’re back on the Hard Deck the day before, watching the ghosts of your past emerging from the shadows, causing you to reevaluate every decision you’d ever made. 

“Hey,” James says. 

You snap out of your thoughts as you glance down at your coffee and the pancakes, trying to take a deep breath before looking at James. 

“Why don’t you finish that, I have to show mommy a little something,” James asks Inés, who simply nodded her head. 

You follow James to the living room, it’d changed a lot in the past few years, the old green sofás were no longer there. Instead, cozy white sofás surround the place, with a nice coffee table and books. Not like before, not like it was when they spent their nights here. 

“When are you going to tell her she does have a father?” 

“I’ve told her she does have one,” you snip at James. “She doesn’t need to know who he is. I’ll tell her when the time’s right”

“The time is now,” James says. “She’s starting first grade and you know how mean children are,”

It feels like the air was sucked out of the room as you stare at James. The way that your chest aches, the way your heart contorts in your chest. At first, you believe that you’re scared, you’re scared because you never prepared yourself for this. Honestly, nothing with Inés was really prepared or thought out, not even her birth. And yet you know that’s not it, it takes you a moment to realize. Guilt. Guilt because you feel like you’re setting up your kid for failure, guilt because her dad is in this town, guilt because you honestly don’t really know-

“Hey,” James calls as she grabs your hand. “You with me?”

Fighting for your tears to remain in your eyes, you nod. “Inés has a strong support system, she has me, she has you two, and my mother,” you say. “Just because she doesn’t have the traditional nuclear family, it doesn’t mean that she’s not okay,”

“I never said,”

“The family I created for her is beautiful, she has a sense of community and belonging and she’s happy,” you suck in a breath. “I don’t need this right now,”

Inés called you back into the kitchen and you don’t give time to James to bring up the topic anymore. You praise her for her creativity and talent, and she beams with pride as you tell her that you’ll put it in the sunroom along with her other drawings. Maybe even frame it. As you clean up the breakfast dishes, you feel grateful that James lets you be, taking Inés from your hands as she will drive her to summer camp.

By the time you get out of the house, it is already early afternoon. Fridays are a good day for you at work, always managing to draft and write all the documents requested from you in the morning, giving you the afternoon to run errands and spend time with Inés. A movie night was in order, Auggie had chosen it and Inés was excited to see Hocus Pocus, again. 

And then you recall that you still owe Penny Benjamin around twenty bucks, even more for the broken glass. You wince at the thought of going back to the Hard Deck but it’s still early, there’s no possible way that the Navy guys arrive there that early. Although, in all honesty, it’d been a while since you’d been that early to the small bar near the Beach. 

The sun was bright, and the air was hot but you try to take a deep breath as you walk up to the Hard Deck. There’s a dread as you stay out of the bar a little longer, the heat making your hair stick a little bit to your skin while you glare at the bar. 

I’m not fucking scared of a place. You tell yourself and yet you can feel the anxiety building up inside of your chest but you still walk up to the bar. With a deep breath, you push the door open. It was a little bit more packed than you expected it to be but alas, you don’t notice any uniforms near the bar. There’s only Penny, cleaning some glasses as she talks to Jimmy. 

“Loved your disappearing act from yesterday,” Penny says brightly.

“I know,” you groan as you fish around in your purse for your wallet. “Here’s what I owe you,” you offer to Penny.

“There’s really no need, kid,” Penny replies. 

“I insist,” 

Penny lets out a sigh as she shakes her head and places the money in her back pocket with a smile. You let out a deep breath as you nod to Penny and begin to turn away. 

“Are you going to tell me what was that yesterday?”

Your brows furrow immediately, and a twinge of anxiety ripples through your body as you turn to Penny, she was watching you intently. 

“It wasn’t anything,” you lie. Penny raises one eyebrow at you. “I mean, he was getting a little bit too close,” you finally say. 

She doesn’t believe you, you can see it in her eyes but she doesn’t bother you with questions and you’re slightly thankful for that. 

“I’ll see you around, kid,” Penny finally says and you nod.

“See ya,” you answer as you turn around and suddenly freeze. 

Bradley Bradshaw was never good at taking his eyes off of you. Often teasing him when his eyes lingered a bit longer on your body, on your face, you recall how your body felt like those days, how it vibrated every time his eyes fell on you. It doesn’t feel the same way now. Now, your mind goes into overdrive as he stares at you, as you see how his smile falters for a moment, and then drops completely as he sees you. 

And then, he walks behind him. 

Bob’s Floyd light smile still seems to make goosebumps appear all over your skin when in all honesty, it shouldn’t. But his smile doesn’t falter, you know when he’s genuine, you know that he’s actually happy to see you which in turn only makes you feel worse as both of them call your name at the same time. 

You stumble backward and something in your chest, a pressure that you hadn’t felt in a long time washes over you. It feels like you can’t breathe as both of them stare at each other with a frown. 

“Honey?”

Your vision goes blurry, and by the time you try to speak, your throat feels so tight that no words come out of your mouth. All you can feel is the panic rising inside your chest, your worst nightmare coming to life. 

Suddenly, everything goes black.

author's note: I'm so excited for chapter three! thank you so much for being patient with me!

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[kiyolovesart23]

Sweet tooth

Where some genshin men have suddenly gotten a sweet tooth… or is it because a certain someone is working at the bakery near them… hm…

Al haitham

Al haitham usually don’t care for sweets or sugary goodness (stupid), either ways now that he was grand sage, he didn’t have time to think about these useless things, he’d much rather focus on his work and his books, however once he went to run some errands and collei (yes her) happened to ask him to get sweets for nilous big celebration party later, he couldn’t say no to her now come on ( tighnari will kill him if he did)

So when he entered the bakery and saw you, looking so beautiful while.. working the counter..? He figured you worked there so he decided that now he had a sweet tooth

All just to see your beautiful smile everyday

Diluc

Occasionally Diluc didn’t mind indulging in sweets once in a while, especially if it’s some special occasion but bro is literally batman ( no I am)

He sometimes gets too caught up in his work to go and eat sweets regularly, so he doesn’t really eat much, ( bro is ripped and hot ugh) however, HOWEVER, there are exceptions after all

When a sweet blonde hair ish looking cute girl with pyro vision who calls him weird asked him to get sweets for her since master jean wouldn’t let her ( master jean is a bitch, jk ily jean, don’t ruin my 50/50) diluc obviously takes his chance to redeem himself and not be called weird, so he goes to a good bakery and get the requested sweets

When he sees you working behind the counter he falls head over heels, love at first sight, there was just.. something about you that made his heart beat out of his chest, obviously now it was his life purpose to come visit you and the bakery regularly

He can’t say no to you and you’re baked sweets whenever you give him some,

He just can’t say no to you, you’ve stolen his heart after all;)

Ayato

If you thought this dude had a sweet tooth, no he had a traumatising taste preference, thoma would know, plus being the commissioner he really can’t catch a break ( poor baby) it’s like he’s practically glued in his office

Ayaka and thoma are super worried about him and his health, after all no matter how strong he is, everyone needs to go out and touch some grass in a while;) ( yes us too genshin players) so while it takes the two of them a lot of time to convince ayato to go out, ayaka has an idea, she asks him to go get some sakura mochi for her with her puppy dog eyes, he can’t say no to her and it’s a good excuse to touch grass take a walk and so he does

And boy when he enters the bakery and sees you his heart melts, for some reason you have that effect on him, the way you smile and greet him and show him around the bakery at his request, your voice is only background as he finds himself listening to in your beauty, he thinks to himself what a wonderful idea ayaka has given him and that let him to you

Now he won’t let go, if you asked he’s willing to give you his life

Zhongli

Zhongli is a mixed person to be honest (bro already has a bakery wym) he won’t mind eating the most finest of sweets even tho he’s broke asf ( Childe’s wallet is crying) and yet he happens to find himself in a simple bakery run by you smitten by your beauty

It all started when Childe gave him some more and left for a mission, that made zhongli realise that he has to plan efficiently and not waste a lot, and he saw your bakery on the way home and spent some time thinking to himself if he should actually go in.. once he did, he immediately realised it was an amazing choice, the way your hair fluttered as you moved and the way your eyes sparkled as you heard the bell when the door opens and the way you were so friendly with him, it made him feel a different way.. something he hasn’t felt in a while, it made him feel warm and fuzzy

Your laugh gave him joy and a new found purpose to now have a sweet tooth

[w0nslvr]

𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹 - 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆!𝒂𝒖, 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒖

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑱𝑶𝑲𝑬, 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚’𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆, 𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚’𝒔. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒚/𝒏… 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒊𝒕𝒛𝒚, 𝒊𝒗𝒆, &𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒛𝒃1

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏!

𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒆: 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚

𝒘𝒄: 3𝒌

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 | 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕

no one loved nights out more than nishimura y/n. she was smitten for the idea of being able to forget her inhibitions, make herself feel pretty, and get drunk with her friends, although she manages to detach herself from them long enough to scope out her next male target. she didn't always love partying. a year ago, she would've said her favorite thing to do was to have a night in, snuggled up underneath a warm blanket with her boyfriend. but that was before he got the girl to open up her well-guarded heart, just to chew it up and spit it out right in her face. after her heartbreak with yudai, she vowed to never date ever again. she instead, got what she needed through the boys who worshipped the ground that she walked on. her friends claim that yudai created a monster, and to a certain extent, y/n agrees. but she was in far too deep to care.

finishing the final touches on her outfit for the party, she turned to her brother who was sat on her bed occupying himself on his phone, and waited for his approval. he nodded his head and sent her a thumbs up. "i can't believe i'm taking you to a frat party. where did i go wrong?" she mumbled, putting her shoes on. riki chuckled, watching her idly, "it's not like i wasn't gonna go anyway even if you said no," the girl stood up, a glare on her face as she slapped the back of her brother's head, and pulled him up to his feet. his figure towered over hers while he trailed behind her. "hurry up and put your shoes on, liz and chaewon are waiting for us in the car." she ordered firmly, grabbing her clutch and making her way outside, her kid following not far behind.

she got herself comfy in the driver seat, her passenger princess, chaewon sitting beside her with the younger two in the backseat. "well don't you look sexy," chaewon nodded in her best friend's direction, buckling up her seatbelt. y/n sent her a quick smile, before starting their journey to MAD house. it wasn't a long drive, being that the two houses weren't far from each other so within 10 minutes, they had arrived. they saw yeji come out to let them in, standing in the doorway and giving a small wave. the few piled out of the car, making their way to her. "you're late." she raised an eyebrow in y/n's direction. the girl shrugged nonchalantly, "outfit change. beauty takes time," she patted the older on the head before brushing by her, welcoming herself into the frat house with her little brother (or as her sisters like to call him, 'her shadow') following her footsteps.

jake let out a whistle at her outfit as she entered the kitchen where the entire group resided, making her do a little spin before approaching fuma first. "hey sweetheart," he smiled, dapping riki up before putting an arm around her shoulder. she watched her brother make an immediate beeline for jungwon, the two looking extremely pleased to see each other. "since someone can't be relied on to show up on time, most of the setting up is done, so thanks for the help." an annoying voice she was able to point out all to well, (and far too quickly for her liking) spoke out from the other side of the island counter. he somehow has a way of getting under her skin with hardly any effort. all it took was the tiniest jab, or a snarky comment under his breath to get that feeling of anger burning in her chest. she would never let it show however, she would never want sunghoon to get the satisfaction of knowing how much he irked her to her core. so she presents herself as unbothered as she possibly could.

"where's my drinks?" she fixed her hair using her reflection in her phone, not even bothering to look up, or make eye contact with him. the boy sighed in agitation, walking away to get her drinks as she hummed in triumph as she locked fingers with fuma who still had his arm around her. their group was used to their open display of affection. everyone knew how close the pair was and that their gestures and the pet names were never sexual or romantic, they just cared deeply for one another. fuma had always taken good care of y/n, so she found comfort in his presence. that being said, that didn't stop their friends from teasing them. "okay lovebirds, we're set up and we have an hour before people start showing up. i'm too sober at this point so less PDA and more alcohol intake, got it?" just as jay started whining, sunghoon reappeared with a case of drinks and two tall cans, and placed them on the counter in front of her in an aggressive manner. she didn't bother saying 'thank you' as she opened the case and slid one bottle in her little brother's direction. everyone sent her confused looks, not believing she was letting the 'protective older sister' guard down for the night. "one. you can have one. the alcohol percentage is low and you're big enough to where it won't get you too drunk. this is a trial run. if anything and i mean, ANYTHING goes wrong, you will never step foot back in this house, am i clear? you stay with one of the girls or any of the boys, yeah?" she jabbed her finger into his chest to get her point across, but the way she had to crane her neck to look up at him made their little brother/big sister dynamic ironic. "got it, mom." he rolled his eyes sarcastically, but she knew he understood. she was super nervous and anyone could tell, which was a complete 180 compared to her usual aura at any nightly function. she even contemplated staying sober for the night so she could be there with him and watch over him but before she could even get the words out, fuma put a hand over her face, stopping her,

"you enjoy your night, i got him. he's an adult, sweetheart. he can handle himself and i will be there if anything goes wrong, okay?" he put her mind at ease with a few simple words, making her sigh and nod. "gross, i'm gonna violently throw up everywhere, please for the sake of my eyes and my stomach, get a room." jake fake gagged, throwing his empty can of beer in the duo's direction. "i for one, think their friendship is cute!" liz smiled picking the beer can up off the floor and putting it in the trash can. "you're cute, jiwon." y/n blew a kiss in the younger girls direction before hearing jay mumble a sentence of an agreement under his breath. "you leave my child alone, you dog." yeji slapped his chest, watching liz's ears turn a shade of red. the group laughed at the interaction, knowing jay just liked to tease yeji and liz and never meant any harm by it. they spent their last hour of alone time drinking and conversing before they opened the doors for free entry.

after some time the house was filled, mostly with people that y/n couldn't even ponder the names of, but by this point she was too inebriated to care. she had danced with chaewon and yujin before making her grand escape, on the prowl for the cutest guy she could find. as her eyes scanned the room, they landed on her baby brother, who was seated on the couch with fuma and jungwon, clearly having the time of his life, laughing at something so hard that his face was turning red. fuma sent her a nod of his head signaling everything was okay, and she sent him a smile and blew a kiss before her eyes zeroed in on the hottest boy in the room (in her honest opinion) only to find him already looking at her. the guy beckoned her over to the wall he was leaning on, and her feet moved faster than her brain could as she pushed and maneuvered her way through the crowd of people until her feet were planted firmly in front of him. "hey pretty." she could hardly hear the boy over the bass of the music ringing her ears. she studied his face that was flushed from the alcohol in his system, his hooded eyes that trailed her figure, head to toe and his hair that was disheveled from the cap he sported earlier. "hi nicho."

"you having fun?" he asked taking a swig from the can of beer he had been holding in his hand, to which he offered her a sip but she shook her head, "no, thanks. i don't drink beer. but yes, i'm enjoying myself." the two made good conversation, talking for more than 30 minutes before they entered a conversation she wasn't prepared, nor sober enough for. "so you and matthew…" he trailed off, giving her an idea of where he was headed. she shook her head quickly, leaning on the wall next to him, "no, we're just friends. he's helping me get some of my grades up, nothing more." he nodded his head in understanding, "but either way, if you're insinuating what i think you are, you know nothing can happen between the two of us, even though i know you feel the same way about me that i do you about you. it's part of the rules." she sighed, genuinely upset she had to put a halt to his advances even though she didn't want to. "yeah? and how do you feel?" a grin took over his face, his eyes never straying away from hers. she laughed, rolling her eyes sarcastically, "That you're the finest dude on my roster, and every time we're in the same room it takes every ounce of self-control in my body to not jump your bones. sound familiar?" he nodded his head with a chuckle, "yeah, sounds about right."

nicholas couldn't even finish his sentence before someone grabbed y/n's shoulder, flipping her over so her back was against the wall, making her wince, "you dick, what the fuck is your problem?" her eyes met a pair that she used to look into so fondly, one's that used to look at her like she was the moon, the stars and everything in between. that sadness that panged in her chest quickly turned into anger, rage even. "you have some fucking nerve, yudai. what the hell do you think you're doing here?" she spat, pushing his hands off her. her ex-boyfriend sighed, not expecting the venomous response. "can we talk? please? i wouldn't have shown up here if you would answer my texts, calls, or DM's. i know your frat brothers don't like me and i understand i'm not welcome here-" his speech was cut off by nicholas who put his arm in between yudai and y/n creating some very much needed distance between the two, "yeah we don't like you, and you sure as hell are not welcome here." he frowned, a very angry look etched over his usually smiley features.

"look man, this doesn't concern you, this is between me and my girlfriend. as soon as she and i talk i'll be out of the way. this isn't my scene anyway." he brushed the younger off, ignoring his hand in front of him. "she is not your girlfriend anymore and clearly does not want to have a conversation with you." he snapped, not backing down. although the girl wasn't speaking, her eyes angrily bored into her ex-boyfriend's. "listen, man, i'm not talking to you, so mind your fucking business, alright? don't piss me off. find some other girl to be your fuck buddy for the night and get the hell out of here." yudai glared at him harshly.

"there he is!" y/n applauded sarcastically, laughing in the man's face and making him send her a puzzled yet irritated look. "i was waiting for your patience to be tested enough so we all could see the real koga yudai. i just needed a reminder of why you don't deserve a conversation with me or even an ounce of my time. you are a real-life piece of shit, and i have no interest in anything that involves you, so you can go." she dismissed him in a bored tone. "is there a problem over here?"

she snapped her head towards the voice loud enough to be heard over the booming music, a voice that under any other circumstances, would have irked her down to her bone. but she had had enough of yudai holding her hostage in the corner and was desperate for any out she could get because it was starting to be too much for her, especially it being the first time they'd seen each other in person since the breakup. "no, sunghoon there are no problems." yudai rolled his eyes, growing more and more frustrated by the human form obstacles in his way of talking to 'his girl.' sunghoon stood with his arms crossed, reading the look on his friend's face (who looks the angriest he's ever seen him), then shifting his eyes to the girl being pinned to the wall, her usually stoic face, is an artwork of emotions. she looked miserable, nearly on the brink of tears. and for the first time in years, sunghoon felt somewhat bad for his ex-best friend. he would never say that sentence out loud, and as much as he hates to admit it, all those years he spent being by her side allowed him the ability to read her emotions like a book, cover to back. her usually perfect posture has been replaced by slumped shoulders and a hunched back resting against the wall, her eyes swarmed with hurt and a mix of anger. as much as he hates nishimura y/n, he hates koga yudai even more. "seems to me that there are issues, so it's probably time for you to go." he spoke, but it sounded more like a warning than an offer. yudai shook his head a laugh dripped in sarcasm leaving his lips, "you MAD boys love sticking your noses in places they don't belong."

sunghoon ignored his comment. he hates you, he truly from the bottom of his heart does. but being raised with only his mom and sister, his conscious saw a girl being mistreated and had to step in. he told himself if it was any other girl he would've done it in a heartbeat. so his morals acted for him and without hesitation, put him in the middle, pushing his feelings towards y/n on the back burner.

"you need to leave or you're gonna have much bigger problems than a little girl barking at you." he advised the older male, who looked as if steam was about to blow out of his ears. "you' threatening me? over a girl who hates your fucking guts? you're that desperate? stand up man, you look fucking pathetic." yudai berated before grabbing y/n's wrist pulling her, and trying to lead her to the exit. sunghoon finally had enough, and quickly grabbed his arm and threw it off the girl, pushing her behind him. "nicho, go get heeseung and fuma. i tried to be nice about this but you've decided to push your luck. you have 30 seconds to get the fuck out of here before you have 9 of her angry frat brothers to deal with. we can add her not-so-little brother into the mix who honestly probably hates you more than she does, he's been on the hunt for you since he moved here. so my advice? scram." sunghoon narrowed his eyes at the man, still holding onto his wrist. yudai contemplated his options, before trailing his eyes over to his ex-girlfriend, whose small frame was slightly hidden behind her old best friend. "this isn't the last time, y/n. we're going to talk." he mumbled as he saw the other boys making their way over, some of her sorority sisters trailing not far behind. he pulled his arm out of sunghoon's grasp before storming off into the swarm of people and assumingly out of the frat house. y/n let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "'the fuck was he doing here?" she heard her brother's angry voice approaching. "it's nothing riks, just let it go." she put a hand on his arm not wanting to talk about it.

"what the fuck did he want?" fuma scanned her body for any harm or distress, and she shook her head. "nothing, and to be honest i feel more sober than i did when i got here. so now that my buzz is killed and my energy has been drained, i'm gonna call it a night. but you guys enjoy it, yeah? hee, where should i sleep?" they didn't want her to end her night so soon, especially since on normal occasions she was usually one of the last people standing, but by the dejected look on her face, they could tell she needed it so they didn't push her. "you can sleep in my bed, i'll be quiet when i come in so i won't wake you. come on, we'll get you comfortable, yeah?" fuma put his hand on top of her head, nodding for the others to continue their night as he led her up the stairs.

she was disapointed that her night was ruined by the guy who broke her heart, but the confusion she felt was far louder, so loud that it drowned out every other emotion she had swarming through her. why did sunghoon help her? they hate each other, have done nothing but argue, and get on each other's nerves for years, so why did he get involved? and why the hell did he seem so protective?

A/N: WOOO CHILEEE😭😭she long asf LMFAO she a read fr but it literally took me forever to write this but then we’ll be back to texting chaps after this for a little while lololol ANYWAYS FUCK ME!YUDAI ALL MY HOMIES HATE ME!YUDAI!!! (he’s one of my &team biases idk why i made him the bad guy im stupid) reply to this or send an ask to be added to the taglist!! reblogs are appreciated🫂

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