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Call Me (Rafe Cameron x Reader) I

SYNOPSIS: call someone else if you want that.

WARNINGS: mature content; secret relationship, verbal abuse, jealousy, general violence, manipulative behavior, explicit language, substance abuse & addiction, obsession, depiction of explicit sexual acts

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rafe always had a meanness to him, one that you’d never been oblivious to, though never really on the receiving end of it at first. the two of you would have petty banter, little arguments that would eventually reveal the underlying tension between you, but it was nothing more than that.

with others, however, you’d seen him be cruel–beyond cruel. your middle sister, just a couple years your junior, was friends with kiara carrera and those other boys she hangs out with by association. you’d heard the stories of his behavior, and while it may make you a terrible person, you really didn’t care. his business with them wasn’t yours, and you weren’t close enough to rafe to confront him about it. she’s never said he’s done anything to her directly, so what could you really do about it? it’s not like she knew you two even talked in the first place, so it was out of your hands.

maybe it was because of his strained relationship with his father, or the lack of relationship with his mother. it could be just how he is naturally; you wouldn’t be surprised.

however, you began to become a victim of his malice yourself at some point last year. you two weren’t particularly nice to each other, but there was something different this time. it used to be playful, but this time it was purposeful; at least it was on his end.

sure, rafe isn’t the most rational person in the world, but the amount of anger and frustration he was taking out on the girl he was secretly fucking was completely out of proportion.

you asked him more times than i can remember; begging him to tell you what was wrong. even when you should have been mad at him for treating you like some bitch off the street, you simply couldn’t ignore the feeling of something being wrong with him. maybe you caught feelings for him and that’s why you cared so much, even when you shouldn’t have.

it was around the time you sister started staying out later, riding around town with her friends and stirring up trouble like she had no home-training. you were positive rafe had something to do with it, but never said anything about it. it wasn’t like he was answering your calls at the time anyway.

eventually, you just stopped talking. maybe it was inevitable, a natural occurrence from lack of mutual communication.

so when you saw him just a few dozen yards away for the first time in months, you weren’t sure how to feel.

you watch as he takes each drink to the head, shot after shot from across the room. his blonde hair that would have once been blocking his vision was now cropped short and barely visible from where you stood. the people around him encouraged the behavior, cheering him on every time he slammed the bottom of a shot glass back on the table.

he looked deceptively sober, but his body language was all the evidence you needed to know he had more than a bump of the cocaine some girl brought to the party. his alcohol tolerance was way stronger than everyone around him, the sloppiness of his friends completely opposite of his nonchalant demeanor.

that was one of many differences between the two of you. he liked to drink, get high, and do things that were far past the limits of legality that only someone with money and influence like him could get away with. you hated the feeling of losing control, of not being completely aware of what was happening around you, and would even never think of doing a fraction of the things he does.

yet, for some reason that you could never figure out, he piqued your interest.

maybe it was because he was “bad,” and you were “good.” maybe it was his roughness that attracted you, or the way he did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. rafe’s instability contrasted everything about you; it gave you a rush that you’ve never felt with anyone else.

“what are you looking at?”

you’re pulled out of the one-sided staring contest, the sound of your friend’s voice capturing your attention over the loud music.

“what?” you said. you leaned down towards the shorter blond, ear in better reach of her voice.

“what are you looking at?” she repeats louder this time. her breath smells of alcohol, the pink whitney sitting in the bottom of her cup the clear cause of her slight swaying.

your eyes flicker back to the boy across the room for a moment, the sight of him leaning down to snort a white substance from the table beneath him making you cringe to yourself. your friend’s eyes follow yours, the green irises further revealed by the widening of her eyes.

“rafe cameron?” she says quite loudly, her voice carrying around the area as other people nearby turn to look at her in annoyance. “why the hell are you staring at rafe cameron?”

“say it louder, why don’t you? i don’t think russia could hear you.” your eyes tear away from him and return them to your scantily clad friend. “jesus christ, misty. you are so drunk.”

“you should try it some time.” she giggles, arm raising her cup in a cheer. you rolled your eyes at her and raised your own drink to your lips, the taste of cool water refreshing on your tongue.

your experience with alcohol is slim by choice. the idea of not being in total control of yourself makes you more than uncomfortable, and the taste of the beverage did not appeal to you. you knew how to have a good time without the aid of alcohol or drugs.

“i’ll pass…” you say with a breathy chuckle. you pulled out your phone to check the time, the dark of the night beginning to drag on into the earliest hours of the morning. you were sure if you stayed out any longer your parents would send a search group.

the party hadn’t been much fun to me anyways, the celebration of your friend’s recent graduation not doing much to keep me entertained.

your gaze returns to the spot where rafe stood only to be met with nothing, the boy nowhere to be found in your brief sweep of the area. you look around the party from where you stood, head swiveling to find the blonde amongst the gaggle of kooks in the room. he has seemingly vanished into thin air despite being the most noticeable person in the place.

“hey, um…” you trailed off, head turning back to face a drunk misty. “i need to get home. are you ready to go?”

the girl shakes her head, finger pointing behind her to the familiar figure of her boyfriend. he was watching her closely, clearly on edge as his inebriated girlfriend consumed enough liquor to take down a grown man.

“jordan is taking me home with him.” she giggles again, eyebrows wiggling suggestively. you were sure he’d have her tucked into bed within the next two hours, whatever she thought was gonna happen would not be happening if he had anything to say about it.

“okay, girl. i’ll see you soon.” you pulled her into an embrace, the top of her head reaching the bottom of your chin as you lean down to hug her. you weren't sure how she wasn’t falling over yet–there wasn't much body for the alcohol she had befriended for the night to go through. “and lay off the liquor.” your voice was stern as you pulled away.

she throws the rest of the liquid down her throat in response, the bottom of the red solo cup left empty as crushed it beneath her fingers. you couldn’t help but to smile at her before turning away, her boyfriend now fast approaching before she got a chance to find the liquor table again.

stepping out of the party, you pull your phone from the pocket of your skirt to order a car home. it had completely slipped your mind that you rode here with misty and her boyfriend, instantly reminded of the fact that you didn’t own a car nor a license as you approached the front yard. the prices for cars at this time a night were more than you got paid per hour.

your head fell back in frustration, the warm summer breeze blowing against your bare legs as you ground out into the night sky.

“y/n?”

the sound of your name sends a shiver down your back. you stopped dead in your tracks, as if the cool metal of a gun was being held to the back of your skull.

your head turns in the direction of the familiar voice, eyes tearing away from the distant constellations in the night sky. lafe’s leaning against the side of his truck, a mixture of keys dangling around his finger.

“rafe.” you respond to him with his own name. “long time, no see.”

your feet carried you towards the blonde resting against the dark colored vehicle behind, eyes locked on the blue of his own.

you could feel the sharpness of your teeth tearing into your bottom lip, the warm, bubbly feeling you got whenever the two of you were in the same room making a return. rafe’s eyes fell to the way you were ravaging the plump flesh, almost entranced by the sight.

“how’ve you been?” the taller man pulls his gaze away and returns it to your eyes as he inquires. “heard you graduated, congrats by the way.”

“yeah, thanks.” you reply chipperly. “um…i’ve been alright. not a lot going on, to be honest. you?”

“same, same… he trails off awkwardly, the sounds of the late night filling the air between us. “hey, um, do you–do you need a ride, or anything?”

you shook your head immediately and raised your hand to show him the rideshare app on the screen.

“no, i’m good. i don’t wanna take you out of your way.” you smile politely at him as you speak. “thanks, though.”

rafe shakes his head and opens the passenger’s side door he was previously leaning on just seconds before.

“it’s no big deal, seriously. you don’t live that far from me, i’m heading in that direction anyway.”

you stare at him wordlessly for a moment, eyes tearing away from him and flickering around the street around you. no one had exited the party after you did, at least not that you had seen. the ground was shaking beneath the two of you as the bass of the music continued strongly through the night.

you hesitantly take a step towards the car door being held open by the tall blonde, not quite sure if it’s smart for you to be around him right now. you lift yourself into the tall truck and plop down into the seat before your eyes set on rafe once again.

the fist-stized muscle protected by your ribs feels as if it’s trying to tear your chest in half to escape just from the sight of rafe, unsure of how to behave around him anymore.

shutting the door after seeing you settled inside, he makes his way over to the driver’s side. watching as he buckles himself in and starts the car, the roaring of the engine sent a vibration through the entirety of your being.

“do you think you should be driving right now?” you spoke up after a minute of silence. his head turns fully to meet your eyes, his pupils large and eyes dark under the minimal lighting of the moon above.

his eyebrows raise at the inquiry before just barely furrowing them in confusion.

“you think i can’t handle my liquor?” he blinks at you in the darkness of the car, eyelids hiding and revealing the blown out pupils that had taken over the ocean blue of his irises. “you never had a problem with it before.”

your mouth opened briefly before snapping back shut, the words that left his own rendering you responseless.

you and rafe had a long history together, though, if you were to ask anyone else that, they’d be taken by surprise. there had been plenty of times where you’ve let him drive around while he was far from sober, but it had been months since then. it had been months since you two had spoken, and it wasn’t really something you felt comfortable with anymore.

“okay, well it’s been a while and you’ve had a lot to drink tonight.” you eventually found your voice again, pointing out how long it’s been since you’d been in a situation like this one.

rafe didn’t argue, instead choosing to shrug his shoulders wordlessly. he put the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway smoothly, the truck pulling off into the dimly lit street.

you sat in silence for the entire ride, the awkwardness in the air more on your end than his. the trees blew by on the side of the road, the leaves appearing to be nothing but dark blurs as you observed them from the window. rafe was not sparse with the gas, each sharp, fast turn leaving you more anxious than the last.

you could feel rafe glance towards me every so often, steely eyes burning into the side of your face and leaving behind a warmth in your cheeks that couldn’t be shaken.

it was when he pulled in front of your dark house that he finally broke the silence, leaving a question that you weren’t quite sure how to answer hovering in the cool air of the truck.

“hey, y/n?”

“yeah?” you didn’t turn to face him, choosing instead to watch the windows of your house for any signs of life.

he sat wordlessly for a few seconds and you could feel his eyes on you once again, much more intensely than the first few times on the road. you were afraid to look back at him, fully aware that you would become lost in them like you did when you first met him.

“why’d you stop calling?” he asked.

you blinked at the reflection in the window, his question echoing in your head. turning to face him, his eyes locked onto yours. they refused to let go, gaze leaving you trapped under the spell that it casts upon you.

gulping soundlessly, you wet your mouth with the saliva collecting underneath your tongue as you prepared an answer. it felt as if the words had been stolen from your throat the moment you exchanged looks.

“why’d you stop answering?” you said after finding your voice.

the feelings repressed began to bubble to the surface the longer you two sat in the enclosed space. you felt breathless, confused, and angry. not only at him, but at yourself as well.

you let yourself become attached when you shouldn’t have, and because of that you had to suffer repercussions of unrequited feelings. you were angry because he left you hanging for weeks, but you let him. he treated you like shit, but you let him. you were never supposed to catch feelings, but you let yourself.

that’s why you’re angry.

even with all of that, your heart never failed to beat out of your chest when he was near you. rafe didn’t even need to put his hands on you to leave you breathless. you should hate him, especially with how he treated you, treated your sister and her friends–but you don’t. you can’t.

that’s why you’re confused.

“i was dealing with a lot. i’m sorry.”

“that’s not really an excuse, rafe.” your lips pursed at him before rubbing together, the clear lip gloss coating them acting as a lubricant to prevent friction between them. “you didn’t want to tell me what was wrong when i asked, so you don’t get to use that card.”

rafe puts the car into park before fully turning to you, the furrow of his brow intensifying as he squints. shaking his head slightly, he opens his mouth to speak.

“it didn’t have anything to do with you, though.” he said. “i didn’t wanna drag you into my shit because it was…it was a lot. it was a lot and you didn’t need to be involved.”

“okay, and that’s fine.” your eyes flickered over at the dashboard’s clock to check the time, the number rising with each minute into the night. you turned back to him. “what’s not fine is blowing me off for months and then asking me why i stopped calling. you didn’t care to answer the phone when i did.”

rafes hand rakes over his buzzed head, fingers running through the stubble that replaces the golden locks that once held its place. he pulls his lip in between his pearly white teeth as he nods at you, tongue peeking through as they part to make space for the pink muscle.

“you’re right.” he doesn’t argue like he usually would, the sudden accountability taking you by surprise. “that was kinda fucked up, wasn’t it? you didn’t deserve that.”

“no, rafe. i didn’t.”

he nods his head again and leans back against the cool, tinted window. his lids are low as he looks across at you, the intensity of his gaze causing your heart to leave bruises on your ribs from how strongly it pounded. you could barely hear anything, blood rushing past your ears and every breath shakier than the last.

stepping out of the car, rafe makes his way over to the passenger side door. you watch curiously as he crosses the front of the car, the street lights shining down on his broad frame. you don’t move when he opens the door, nor when he looks between you and your seatbelt expectantly.

your brows raise at the man briefly before the ‘click’ of the seatbelt fills both your ears, hands removing the snug strap from across your chest. you take the hand that he offers to exit the car, glancing up at your house again before taking it. nobody seemed to be awake but you still didn’t want to risk anyone seeing us this close together.

“nobody’s gonna see, y/n . calm down.” rafe’s voice so close to your ear pulls your attention away from the property and back towards him standing before you.

you stepped down from the truck with his aide, but he didn’t move even once your feet touch the ground. instead, his hands moved to grasp your waist and pull you closer. the move felt so familiar yet so strange, but you accepted it rather than pushing him away.

the warmth of his palms against your bare skin was intensified by the jolts of electricity felt whenever we touched. you could tell he felt the way you shivered in response to his fingers just barely gripping the soft flesh beneath them, thumbs smoothing over in a back and forth motion.

“i’m sorry i ghosted you. i was an asshole for that, and you know what? i deserve whatever you feel towards me.” you say nothing, but don’t push him away either. he takes that as a sign to continue. “but i hope you find it in you to forgive me, because i–i miss you.”

you nearly snorted as he uttered the sentence.

“you miss me?” you repeated the words back to him. “you sure know how to show it.”

“yes, i miss you.” rafe’s hold intensifies for a moment before going back to its previous state. “when i saw you at the party tonight, i–i didn’t know how much i missed your face. i missed your smile, your smell. i missed having you close to me and being able to hold you like this…”

the sound of him inhaling strongly shook you, his eyes screwing shut as he took in the combination of your natural scent and the gourmand perfume you wore. his fingers twitched against your skin as he resisted the urge to dig them deep into the flesh like he always used to. his chest rose and fell intensely, all but able to see his blood pumping through his jugular.

“god, i fucking miss you.”

“rafe…” you called his name softly but sternly to pull him out of his hypnotized state. his eyes open but they’re barely focused. you weren’t sure if his pupils were blown because of the high, or because of you. “i miss you, too.”

the stillness between us remains until you broke it, the voice in the back of your head reminding you of the months spent trying to get over him.

“i miss you, but i can’t do this again.” you sighed heavily. “you fucked me up for months, rafe, and i can’t let that happen again.”

“it won’t happen again. i promise.”

sou shook your head at his words, tongue poking out just enough to taste the vanilla flavor of the gloss coating your lips.

“no–no, rafe. no promises.” you let your hands fall to rest on top of his, watching as the sudden contact makes him shiver just as much as it used to when he did it to you. “no feelings–i can’t do that again.”

you pushed him away gently and stepped to the side, unsure of if you’d regret the words about to leave your lips next.

“if you wanna fuck, then we can do that.” your bluntness catches him off guard, head jerking back at the directness of the words. you’d never spoken like that before, and it shocked you as well. “but the lovey-dovey shit that we used to do? no more of that.”

“what?” rafe looks at you in disbelief, the vulgar language leaving him stunned. it was a rarity that you cursed–at least around him–, let alone said something so…intense. “what is that supposed to mean? ‘no more lovey-dovey shit?’”

you shrugged and pushed past him fully, feet carrying your body a few yards away before turning back to speak. he looked thoroughly confused and a bit hurt, but not as hurt as he left you when he ghosted you with a million unanswered questions and just as many ignored phone calls.

“it means if you call me in the night-time, i might pick up.” your eyes scanned for his reaction to the words left echoing in your own head for a moment, the heat of his gaze reminding you of the reason you needed to escape into the house behind you to begin with. “just depends on what you’re on.”

rafe was left standing in the dark of the early morning, bewildered and alone.

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ohtobeleah · 4 months

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Was It Over? // Jake Seresin

-> Chapter Seven: [Faucet Failure]

Summary: Jake makes his way back to you after finding out the truth. While under sedation to give your brain some rest, you remember the good times and the bad with your husband.

Warnings: Sick!reader. Breast cancer diagnosis. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Angst, hospital & medical inaccuracies. SLOW BURN ROMANCE/ Inaccurate medical information. Relationship turmoil.

Word Count: 4.6K

Author Note: These chapters keep getting more and more heartbreaking. I can’t even deal. Why did you guys let me do this to y’all?

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November 22nd

The dim glow of your TV was the only thing in the house that was giving your home any sort of light. The kids had all gone down well, both Lucy and Lennox had swimming practice after school which meant that they were down and out for the count before you even got from their beds back to the door. Sam was easy to get to sleep, he always had been. He was just a naturally sleepy kid.

The gentle knock against your front door startled you, but didn’t shock you. You knew exactly who it was. It was the same guy who'd given you a tissue to dry your tears, the same guy who sat beside you and kept you company during one of your lowest moments. It was the guy that had turned an overly depressing core memory into one that showed a little humanity, sympathy and understanding.

“Happy Birthday!” Jensen cooed as he stood at your door with a plastic bag full of Chinese takeout containers full to the very brim. “I didn't know what you liked so I think I got one of everything.” You stood at the threshold of your home just staring at the man who was on your doorstep, who’d insisted on buying you dinner. When you had informed him of your three children, Jensen said he’d have it delivered.

But he didn't specify who’d be delivering it…..

“I hope you weren't expecting a tip.” You smiled as you let Jensen into your home, the unimaginable amount of scattered children's shoes made it look like you were raising a family of caterpillars, but Jensen didn't mind the mess. He understood, his sister had two little girls around about the same age as Lucy and Lennox.

“But I brought you cheesecake as well?” Jensen smiled back at you in the darkness of the dimly lit hallway. “Can’t have a birthday without cake.”

“I don't even remember the last time someone brought me any form of cake.” You sighed as you politely took the cheesecake in its cake box. Jensen frowned in response as he watched you hit the light switch in the hallway that led to the kitchen.

“Didn't your husband ever buy you a birthday cake?” He called out as he followed you deeper into your humble abode. It was a simple question that carried far too much weight than you were ready to truly unpack. You'd told Jensen in one of your many conversations since you first met about how you and Jake were separated due to circumstances that weren’t fair to either one of you. Jensen never pressed for more information than you were willing to give.

“He used to.” You shrugged. “I can't remember the year he stopped, hell–I can't really even pinpoint when he stopped caring but eventually he did and soon enough my birthday just became another day.” It was hard to admit, but Jensen made opening up about your marital struggles easy, you never really confided in anyone about any of it. He had a non-biased opinion. “But I loved Jake, I still do, at the time I guess I didn't care that I was getting a fraction of what I deserved because a fraction of him was better than nothing at all.” The tears were there, they were ready to spill over your lower last line. But you never let them fall as Jensen sat down at your kitchen bench and opened up the bag of chinese food. “But it all got too much– or too little, I suppose.”

“Have you told him about the cancer yet?” Jensen asked softly, he wasn't pressing, he was just asking.

“I still dont think I’m going to–he probably wouldn't care, I mean he forgot my birthday.” Again you shrugged it off like it was no big deal. “I highly doubt he’d care about some cancer diagnosis.”

“Are you sure he wouldn't care? Or have you just convinced yourself he wouldn't because it hurts less to believe he doesn't care than it does to believe he does?” When you answered Jensen's heart sank. He saw the tears in your eyes, the look of heartbreak that reflected from your very soul. The longingness in your expression. He saw right through the wall you tried so hard to protect yourself with. He saw it all. Which is why when your voice cracked and your support beams held together by caffeine and your need to keep a normal routine for your children in place, faltered, Jensen sighed.

“It didn't take much convincing–”

“Y/n–”

“How was Chemo today?” You tried your best to change the subject as you grabbed some cutlery. The chair beside Jensen at your kitchen counter looked awfully comfortable.

“Consider my follicles fried.” Jensen chuckled as you handed him a spoon. “Now don't change the subject, we’re talking about you and this husband of yours, who, I'm convinced, is a few screws short of a hardware store.”

“Oh yeah? Why's that?” You weren't sure if you wanted to know, but what you did know was that Jake wasn’t here. He’d sent you a message earlier in the day but you were yet to respond. You felt that if you replied it would open a floodgate of vulnerability. But soon enough Jensens words had you in a freefall of wondering if it was truly over between you and Jake–

“Because I don't think anyone who's lucky enough to love you would ever put themselves in a position to lose you.”

Or not.

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“Look left for me?” Doctor Ignatii spoke as he shined his little pen light in your eyes. “And right?” You did as you were told although you just wanted to be left alone. “Count to five for me?” You almost rolled your eyes as Doctor Ignatii stepped away and walked closer to your feet.

“One, two, three, four, five.” You slowly counted. “Do I get a gold star?” Doctor Ignatii didn’t take your foul attitude to heart, he dealt with people like you every day—over the years you tend to develop pretty thick skin.

“Possibly, if you can wiggle your toes and touch your nose?” He asked through a smile as he began to feel your feet. “Wiggle please Mrs Seresin.”

“This better not be my audition tape for the Madden Brothers Circus.” You didn’t mean to take your hostility out on the doctor who had saved your life, but there was a small part of you that wished he would have just let the blood clot do its damage. You did what you were told once more and wiggled your toes and touched your nose. “Look at me go.”

“Well—“ Doctor Ignatii chuckled to himself as he filled out your charts on his iPad. “You don’t seem to be showing any immediate deficits post surgery, I’d like to give your brain a chance to rest for another ten to twelve hours before we get you out of bed for a little bit of a walk.” You listened to what your doctor was saying as your mother came back into the room, you didn’t know it but Jake had just landed and was heading right over.

“Does that mean I get more of these awesome drugs?” You asked playfully, your mother even swore you were flirting. Doctor Ignatii was very handsome with brown hair and dark skin. He smiled at your forwardness but nodded in response. He was also used to this.

“We’ll give you another sedative to make sure you're able to rest, you’ll probably feel like you got hit by a bus when you wake up but it’ll give us a clearer indication if you’ll face any deficits going forward.”

“You reckon breast cancer’s a deficit?” You couldn't stop thinking about the dream you had about Jake. it felt so real, like your own personal rolodex of memories was trying its best to show you the good times. For whatever reason that may be you had no idea, but, you really had to ground yourself in your own reality. Jake wasn't the Jake from your memories anymore, although you desperately wished he was. He was now the Jake who couldn't remember your birthday or to fill your Christmas stocking on Christmas. He was the guy who let you peel your own oranges after he’d done it for so many years.

He was the guy who had fallen out of love with you.

“I do, but your double mastectomy has been rescheduled for Christmas Eve. So what better way to wake up on Christmas morning knowing your chance of kicking cancer's ass just went up by thirty five percent?” It was your turn to smile at Doctor Ignatii as he ended the conversation about your cancer at that. “I’ll send in a nurse to admit the sedative, mum? She’ll be out for a minimum of ten hours while on the IV, you should take the time to get some rest too.”

“Sure thing Doc.” Your mother answered as she watched him walk away. “Were you flirting with that man?”

“No harm, he’s seen the inside of my brain, can’t get more intimate then that can you?” You were probably putting on a braver face then you felt but your mother could tell you were nervous about the sedative..

“I’ll stay with you for the entire time you're sleeping.” She cooed as she pushed your hair behind your hair. She noticed how stands fell almost with the gust of her fingertip. The chemo was killing your hair follicles. “You won’t be alone.”

“Thanks.” Was all you said as Lydia came into your room ready to set your IV drop up. “I hope you’ve done this before, kid.”

“Absolutely Mrs Seresin.” Lydia chuckled, she felt a lot better after a full eight hours of sleep. “I’ll just get this sorted and you’ll be good to go.” As Lydia set up your IV, you had just rough energy to send one message to a dear friend you thought should know about your current state. Your mother watched as you typed out a really quick message with one hand.

You: “Had a stroke, in hospital, surgery rescheduled.”

“Promise you’ll stay?” You asked your mum one more time as you saw her reading a text. A text from your ex husband telling her he was about twenty minutes away and running off the five hours of sleep he got before his world got flipped on its head.

“You’re not going be alone sweetheart.” Your mother answered rather cryptically. As your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. “You’re not gonna be alone.”

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“I'm here.” Jake had taken the next flight back to Rhode Island that he could, he didn't have time to waste when it came to getting back to you. He was tired, emotionally exhausted from everything he had learnt of your condition and dishevelled beyond belief. He was sure someone threw a dollar down at him while he was sitting on the floor at the airport next to a charging port. He looked so distressed and dishevelled that someone thought he was homeless.

He kept that dollar though.

“Okay, ask the main reception to point you in the direction of oncology and we’re in room 306.” Your mother replied over the phone, Jake had called her about fifteen minutes after you had been administered your sedative.

Jake felt his heart in the back of his throat as he took the elevator up to the level the lady at the reception desk in the main lobby of the Rhode Island hospital had told him to go to. Oncology equals cancer, you had cancer, breast cancer, you had a stroke, strokes can kill you, cancer can kill you.

Jake had thought about nothing else since he got on his flight, the idea that you were sick, that you were so sick you couldn't even tell him broke his heart more than you leaving him ever could. There was once a time where Jake thought you could tell him anything, that you were able to come to him with any problem you had or were facing.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when you stopped telling him things, or more importantly when he’d stopped listening. Jake couldn't help but to blame himself for feeling like he’d somewhat put you into this situation where you felt like you couldn't rely on him to step up when you needed him to. You were sick and you needed support, he was supposed to be that support, but instead you kept him in the dark like he didn't deserve to know you were ill.

Maybe he didn't deserve to know, but either way Jake was walking towards room 306 where your mother had told him to go. He brought his duffel with him, Jake made no plans to leave your bedside for the duration of your stay. However long that may be, he was gonna be by your side.

And the second he got to the threshold of your hospital room, Jake Seresin forgot what it was like to be able to breathe on his own accord.

“Oh Honey.” He cooed as his bottom lip quivered, your Mother tried her best to remain a strong presence but at the sight of Jake crumbling under the weight of the idea he’d lose you twice over made her eyes water. “Oh my sweet girl.”

***~***~***~**~***~

“Jake!” You shouted out throughout the house as Lucy and Lenny watched over baby Sam as they ate lunch in the living room.“Jake!”

“What?” Jake called back to you from the back deck where he was busy doing absolutely nothing but enjoying a beer with his feet up and his sunglasses on. He just needed twenty minutes. Sam had been a handful today and ever since Jake got home he’d wanted nothing more than to use his body as a jungle gym.

“The faucet in the ensuite won’t stop leaking, can you please tighten it before you get too comfortable.” You asked as politely as you could with a soft smile.

“Sure, yeah I’ll put it on the list.” Jake shrugged your request off like it was nothing but another chore you were commanding him to do. When Jake didn’t budge, you crossed your arms over your chest and pressed the issue further.

“It’s just that I’m trying to work on my new book and I can’t concentrate with the dripping.” You were in the middle of your latest project. A new book proposal your editors were waiting on.

“I said I’d get to it Hon, just—why don’t you try writing somewhere else besides your desk? Or better yet, shut the ensuite door?” Jake couldn’t see the rage burning in your eyes when he told you to basically deal with it until he could be arsed to get up.

“Jake please?” You begged, it wasn’t the first time you’d asked Jake to fix the leaky faucet but it would be the last. It was one the few final straws that broke your back before you decided enough was enough and you couldn’t stay in your marriage any longer. “I need you to do this one thing for me so I can work in peace.”

“If it’s so important that it needs to be fixed right this second Hon just fix it yourself?” Jake argued back as he took a sip of his beer, it had been a long week for him and he needed a moment to relax. “You know how to fix a leak.”

“I already tried!” You shouted back loud enough to finally have Jake taking his glasses off to look at you properly. “I’m trying to work, I’ve had the kids all week and I need to get these last few chapters done before next Friday and you go back to work on Monday.” You saw the look Jake gave you, one of annoyance and frustration, like you were some kind of parasite trying to ruin his day off to relax and enjoy some rest and rejuvenation before Monday rolled around again.

“Honey if you let me sit here for twenty minutes I will fix the fucking leak for you.” He tried to hide his disdain but you could read it through the lines on his face. “I’m not sure why you can’t just write somewhere where you can’t fucking hear it but I’ll fix it the minute I’m done drinking my beer.”

“Alright.” You pressed your lips together and tried not to let your anger boil over. “Alright I can live with that.”

“Hallelujah, she can live with compromise.” Jake sassed as he took another sip of his beer. You chose not to respond as you headed back inside the home you both shared with a feeling of under appreciated value looming over your head. What did Jake mean by compromise? You did so much and more for him, why was it such an issue that you’d asked him to fix a faucet.

He never did get around to fixing it like he said he would. Twenty minutes turned to two hours, which turned to two days, months and eventually It was only when the both of you decided to sell the property when you said you were leaving, that he noticed the leak was never fixed.

You never did finish that draft, the book that remained unpublished and half finished. You kept the google doc on your laptop and sometimes you thought about picking the project back up. But you never did, you never had time to, not while you were on the cusp of divorce and raising three children all on your own.

“I uh—I fixed the faucet.” Jake sheepishly told you as he made his way into the kitchen to see you packing plates and bowls and cutlery into moving boxes.

“The faucet I asked you to fix back in October?” You replied harshly while trying not to look at the man who forgot where you should have been on his priority list. “Glad I compromised on that one for this long.” You hissed, it had only been four days since you told Jake you were leaving, that you were moving back into your mothers place with the kids until you found somewhere to live.

“Honey—“

“Please don’t call me that.” You asked rather simply as Jake's heart broke before you. He was losing his wife, his kids and didn’t know how to fix what he’d unintentionally broken.

“Don’t go, we can fix this, I don’t want you to go.”

“Well unfortunately this isn’t about you Jake.” You tried to keep your voice down so that you wouldn’t alert the kids to your argument. If there was one thing you weren’t going to do it was fight in front of your children and subject them to that environment. “Tell me, it’s January right now isn’t it?”

“Yeah?” Jake wasn’t sure what you were getting at as he watched you pack the boxes of things you were taking with you.

“When’s my birthday?” You asked like he should have known that answer off the top of his head, because he should have and he did.

“Novem—oh fuck Y/n no hold on a minute.” Jake couldn’t find the words he wanted to say at that moment, how could he forget your birthday? He missed it entirely and you said not a single thing about it.

“My stocking was the only one empty at Christmas, not a single present under the tree was mine, you know why that is? It’s because for four years I’ve brought my own damn presents and gotten my own fucking birthdays cake, you don’t give a shit about fixing a goddamn fosset so I can focus on work let alone the little things.” You hissed before you tried to calm yourself down and get back to packing. Jake just stood there speechless looking like he hadn’t slept a wink in days. He hadn’t, not since you told him you were done and that you needed a break.

“I can fix this, please.” Jake was begging you to stay, he didn’t want to lose the one person who meant more to him than life itself. “Just don’t leave me.”

“There isn’t enough room for me in your life Jake, and instead of being selfish and trying to change you I’d rather let you go to be yourself. People change.” You shrugged. Staying now would have killed you, Jake felt you slipping through his fingers in real time as he watched you wrap up the mugs you were taking in old newspaper. “I sure never thought the man I married would change into someone I don’t even know.”

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Jake was at a loss for words when he stepped into your hospital room. The Christmas lights that shimmered around the room were a stark contrast to the plethora of machines that were scattered around your bedside.

“I thought since she’s sleeping the blinds should be shut.” Jake could just barely make out what your mother had told him as she rose to greet him with open arms. He couldn’t peel his eyes off you for even a second as the woman who had become his second mother took him in a warm loving embrace. “She’ll be out for a while sweetheart, they gave her a sedative to help her brain rest.”

“How long?” Jake asked as he held your mother tight.

“About ten—maybe twelve hours, she only just started the drip.”

“Oh—okay, yeah no that.” Jake tried to hold himself together but the damn was breaking. “That’s probably for the b-bet—oh god.” Jake Seresin had never felt his entire body crumbled into someone the way he felt his body crumble into your mothers arms.

“Oh my boy it’s alright, she’s alive, she’s gonna be okay.” Your mother tried her best to soothe Jake's cries but she knew it was coming from a place of love and undeniable sadness. “Here, sit down, I’ll go get you a coffee and something to eat.”

Jake took a seat next to your bedside and immediately reached out for your hand. He knew you were under and wouldn’t know he was there but he still brought your palm up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your hand.

“Oh Honey I’m so sorry this is happening to you.” He sobbed quietly as your mother stood behind him. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know.”

“She hasn’t told anyone but me Jake, not her friends or her brother.” It was hard to process the sight before him, the love of Jake's life surrounded by machines, hooked by cords and wires and monitors that told him although your eyes were closed you were in fact, alive. “I don’t think she wanted you to know because she’s just so scared despite how she might put on a brave face.”

“Or she thought I wouldn’t care.” Jake mumbled as he reached out to make sure your hair was resting behind your ear, part of your head had been shaved from surgery, but Jake never expected the hair he tried to move back behind your ear to fall out at his touch. “Oh my god—“

“She’s been on oral chemotherapy since her biopsy came back cancerous, she needed you to take the kids so she could start more aggressive IV chemo.”

“Her hair’s already falling out?” Jake had never felt this way before, so rendered powerless. He’d taken a life before and saved many, but watching you right now was the most powerless he’d ever felt. Jake caught the sight of your phone flashing with a new message with a name he didn't recognise. There was no time to ask you about the message he saw, but jake knew maybe, just maybe, you had lied when you told him there was no other guy.

Jensen: “Oh shit, I'll swing by once I'm out of the woods.”

“Aggressive cancer needs aggressive treatment sweetheart.” Your mother leaned in to kiss the top of Jake's head. “I’ll be back, coffee and a sandwich will do you good.”

“Thanks Maz.” Jake sighed as he kept your hand up near his mouth as he leaned his elbows on the side of your bed. “Oh Honey, Honey, Honey—what have we become?”

***~***~***~***~***~***

Your honeymoon was the most beautiful trip you’d ever gone on. Jake Seresin was very much a summer man. He loved when the sun was shining and the water was cool and the beers were as refreshing as they ever could be.

The resort in Bali that the two of you were staying at for the entire two weeks was nothing but picturesque with stunningly gorgeous gardens and extraordinary architecture. The pool you were sitting on the edge of was just one of the many pools that you and Jake had yet to visit. He stood on the ledge of the rock waterfall and smiled ear to ear.

“I’m not resuscitating you when you slip and hit your head!” You called out through a beaming smile.

“Reckon I could clear a backflip?” Jake asked childishly as he climbed to the very top. His abs looked far too perfect to be real as he stood tall and flexed just for you, his wife.

“Jake Seresin, don't you dare!” You warned as you looked over your sunglasses at your childish husband. He was everything any more, how you got so lucky you'd never understand. The two of you had decided on a small elopement style wedding that saw only a handful of your closest family members in attendance. The both of you saw no need for over the top extremities and thoughts of dollars spent on a single night. You thought why not use the money on a holiday getaway, your dream honeymoon. After Rodney had gone on his happiness never ends tangent, Jake wished the two of you had just gone down to town hall.

“Live a little Mrs Seresin!” Jake shouted as he took the leap of faith and backflipped off the very top of the man made rock waterfall that cascaded down into the crystal clear pool. The two of you were the only guests in sight which you were so thankful for when Jake came belly flopping down into the water with a crisp slap.

“Oh!” You cringed hard as your husband hit the water. “That's gotta hurt the ego buddy.” You giggled as you watched Jake swim under the water closer to the edge where you sat just relaxing in the smallest bikini known to mankind. “Jake?” You asked as he crept closer and closer under the water. Your eyes never left his swimming silhouette until he was jumping up right in front of you to rest his elbows on the edge of the pool right in front of you.

“My execution was a little off.” He grinned as you leaned in to give him a kiss. Unbeknownst to you though as your lips pressed against your husbands, his hands snakes around your waist to quickly drag you into the water where Jake needed you to be. With him, forever.

“JAKE!” You shouted as you fell into the pool. Jake couldn't contain his laughter. Thank god he remembered you knew how to swim.

“Yes Honey?” He cooed as you resurfaced with a gasp.

“You’re a child!”

“Uh no–I'm not.” Jake made sure to correct you as he pulled you closer under the water. His hand explored your ass as he wrapped your legs around his waist and held you up against him. You could feel his hard on pressing against your core, it wouldn't take much at all for him to slip out of his trunks and into you if he wanted to.

“But if you want I can show you how they're made?”

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🏁 jump start

you just wanted to wallow in peace. a bit hard to do that when two random men ask you to be a "grid girl"?

racer au!! part 1 is on my page! masterlist is a wip currently </3 were still in the introduction part of this so this is definitely going to be split up into parts. also i haven't decided whos gonna be the main guy in this so lmk who you like!

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What in the world have you gotten yourself into? That’s the only thought that runs through your mind as the two random men drag you to some remote area. You almost regret trusting them so easily, maybe that was their plan, to have Yuji be so sweet that they can lure you to your demise. You had just begun formulating your half assed plan to try and escape when it feels as though you’ve been struck by lightning. All your senses scream when the pin drop silence evolves into loud rumbles, the abandoned dark lot that you were standing in suddenly being lit up like a flash bang. Sukuna grins at the pathetic whine that escapes your lips as you drag your arms over your eyes to soothe them. You drop them again a few seconds later, letting your sense adjust as you notice the sudden influx of people. Through hazy vision, you can make out Yuji talking excitedly with some spiky haired boy while Sukuna crashes through people to meet with a blonde chick. You suddenly feel extremely self-conscious being left alone by the two people who you only somewhat knew. It’s when you finally start seeing clearly, that a girl walks up to you. She looks you up and down, not even bothered by the way you seem to be staring into her soul. She grins lazily when she notices the glint of attraction in your eyes.

“Shoko. Nice to meet ya. How did Sukuna convince a goody like you to come to a place like this, huh?”

You stutter through your words, completely lost. She rolls her eyes, eyeing your pockets as she steps closer, taking advantage of the way your breath hitches to slip her hand into your jacket pocket. She pulls out your ID, giggling at the stunned look on your face as she examines it.

“Hmm, pretty name…Oh shit, you don’t look nineteen, girl. Ah, med major. That explains it. They always look depressed beyond their years.”

You gather enough confidence to finally scan the place, your voice hesitant.

“What is this?”

Shoko’s eyes widen only a fraction as she tilts her head.

“They really didn’t tell you anything? You’re not that smart if you’re following random men without even asking a question, kid.”

You don’t respond to that, not ready to tell this beautiful woman about how your life is falling apart because your marks are bad. She takes a step back, arms open as if to show off the area as she grins.

“Welcome to Jumpstart, kid. The only street racing kick in the tristate area that’s worth attending.”

At her words, the environment seems to suddenly click as you take it in. The blinding lights seem less harsh now that you can see the beautiful cars they come from. You barely get a chance to admire the scene, Shoko grabbing your arm as she drags you with her.

“You got a lot to learn in a very little amount of time, so let me introduce you to the main event.”

Shoko is clearly a big deal around this area, people immediately getting out of her way as she shuffles through the crowd. You mutter small apologies to the few people you bump into before Shoko comes to stop in front of two men…In front of two gorgeous men.

The taller one grins as he leans forward a little to bend, his hair falling over his face so effortlessly that you almost want to run your fingers through it. You want to ask him if it’s bleached, I mean who could possibly have such perfect whiter hair naturally? Before you can even open your mouth to greet him, he slips his glasses down his nose and you’re once again left speechless at the overwhelming blue staring down at you.

“Hmm, this the one Sukuna picked out? She not all that.”

And before it even started, it ended. You didn’t even get a chance to appreciate his looks before he starts talking and now you want him to just shut up. Okay, maybe you didn’t look your best, but god, give a girl a break! The man on his left grins as he slaps his hand on the white-haired ones arm. His voice is soft, almost a purr as he slips a hair tie off of his wrist to tie up his hair while chiding his friend.

“Come now, Satoru, it’s rude to point out someone’s flaws.”

His voice is so sweet, saccharine like as he defends you. You completely blow past the condescending nature of the way he words his thoughts. He grins as he looks down at you, A stray piece of hair falling over his eyes, making him look all the more regal as he coos at you.

“You seem way out of your comfort zone, pretty. This not your usual night out?”

Shoko tugs on his hair before you can answer, though you secretly thank her knowing you would’ve made a fool out of yourself if you spoke.

“She’s not a plaything, focus up. Come on, introduce yourselves.”

Both boys straighten up, seeming as though conditioned, the way they start speaking like it was rehearsed hundreds of times.

“I’m Satoru Gojo, it’s nice to meet you. Would you like to see my car?”

“Suguru Geto, it’s a pleasure. Let me take you for a ride.”

You stare at both of them awkwardly, Shoko slapping her hand against the back of both their necks.

“We’ve been through this! Don’t sound so robotic. Whatever. Look kid, these two are the top racers we have. Satoru only races in car sprints like a pussy, and Suguru does a little bit of everything, but we like to show him off when he’s on a bike. You’ve met Sukuna, he’s insane in a car. Yuji manages these ‘meetings’ but I’ve seen that boy when he’s in a sports car and there’s a reason him and Sukuna are twins. Who am I missing…?”

You try to remember all the information she’s throwing at you as Suguru starts speaking next.

“Choso is only good on bikes, you can meet him at the next race. Megumi and Maki are car fanatics, you should talk to them to figure out the basics. Nanami is the supervisor, I suppose. We should definitely introduce you to him. Hmm, there’s a bunch of other people too, you can just meet them later. Right now, we need to get you changed.”

“…What?”

You finally get a chance to speak, your face burning slightly at the rasp in your voice as your eyes squint in confusion. You turn to Shoko, clearly only trusting her right now as she grins back at you.

“Oh yeah, we need to fix you up. I think it’s time you meet Nobara and Hime.”

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Jily Microfic: An Unexpected Ally

@jilymicrofics - mar 31 prompt: irritable - words: 910 - AO3 link Summary: When James gets outed as trans by Snape, everyone starts treating him differently. Everyone except Sirius, Remus, and Peter, of course -- and, to his surprise...Lily Evans. Written in celebration of Trans Day of Visibility <3

James would never have expected Lily Evans to be one of his greatest allies.

When Severus Snape spread “the truth about who James Potter really is” across the entire Hogwarts student body, James had at least been sure that his fellow Marauders would have his back. The jeers and threats he received from Slytherins, unsurprising and unoriginal, hardly broke the surface of his thick skin, but the other boys hexed every single one of them all the same. When Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws he’d never even spoken to before started watching him more closely, their eyes invariably falling to his chest in search of something they wouldn’t find, Sirius would step forward menacingly and growl, “What’re you looking at?” while Remus or Peter gave James’s shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. The three of them could see his veneer slipping, no matter how much James tried to hide it. What broke him, though, were his teammate’s reactions. The two other boys on the team besides himself and Sirius, both seventh years, who had only ever treated James as an equal now hardly made eye contact with him. Meanwhile, the girls on the team seemed confused, somehow, about what they ought to call him or how to refer to him, as though his name and pronouns hadn’t been the same as long as they’d known him.

It seemed no one knew what to do with him anymore, no one but Sirius, Remus, and Peter – and, for some reason, Lily Evans.

Returning after a particularly frustrating practice, James collapsed onto one of the couches, ignoring how his wet uniform stuck to his skin. He didn’t have the energy to make it up to his dorm and into the shower.

Sirius came to sit beside him, his uniform much drier than James’s. “So we’re just taking a quick five minute break before facing the stairs, then?” he asked, amusement in his tone.

“I can’t move, Pads,” James groaned.

“Yeah, running an extra twenty laps will do that to you.”

“I just couldn’t stand the thought of going back into the locker room with everyone,” he said quietly. James could sense the way Sirius’s shoulders fell without having to look at him.

“Want me to kill ‘em? You know I’ll gladly commit fratricide for you.”

James snorted. “No. I can deal with their rubbish if it means we win the house cup.”

“Godric Gryffindor,” a voice cursed from behind them, and suddenly the unmistakable fiery head of Lily Evans appeared beside him. “Potter, you smell absolutely foul. Is there a reason you’re down here instead of showering? Or is it your goal to torment the entire common room?”

James blinked up at her, briefly speechless. It had been nearly two weeks since anyone other than Sirius, Remus, or Peter had spoken to him with any amount of normalcy. “Er–”

“Actually, nevermind – as your Prefect, I insist you go take a shower.”

This snapped James out of his confusion, the synapses in his brain brought back to life by the familiarity of their bickering. One of his eyebrows lifted and he snorted flippantly. “I don’t think forcing someone to shower is within your purview, Evans.”

She crossed her arms and stared at him defiantly. “Well, I certainly have the power to dock you points for making other students suffer.”

He let out a loud laugh. “By refusing to shower?”

“Yes – it ought to be a requirement for every teenage boy to shower twice a sodding day, with how you lot reek. But this is just egregious.”

James paused for a fraction of a second, trying to determine if she’d slid that comment in for his benefit – a pity present. He had a difficult time believing she seriously cared all that much about his odorous presence, but found it even more unbelievable that she’d have come up with all this just to boost his confidence.

No, that would be far too out of character for her. He decided her disdain must be genuine – which was just too rich not to toy with.

With a smirk he asked, “Well, how many points is my showering worth to you, Evans?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, you’re so obsessed with getting me to shower – how bad will my punishment be if I don’t?”

She started to fluster, and he grinned. “I’m not obsessed with you showering, Potter.”

“Mm, you seem a bit obsessed with me showering,” he replied.

“You do seem a bit obsessed with him showering,” Sirius commented.

Lily huffed, and James thought he noticed a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. “Fine, then. Fifteen points from Gryffindor.”

“Fifteen?” James gaped.

“Merlin, Evans, you’re right desperate for him to shower.”

“He’s foul!” she yelled back, and the ‘he’ settled like a comforting blanket across James’s chest. She hadn’t hesitated for a moment. “That’s the only–!” She stared at them a moment, then muttered irritably, “Actually, nevermind.” She took a few steps over to the table behind them and started to gather her things. “I’ll just vacate the area.”

James laughed, rolling his eyes and standing. “Bloody hell, Evans, fine. You win. Keep the common room. C’mon, Padfoot.”

Lily glared at them as the two boys passed her. “Thanks for the lingering odor, Potter.”

“I’ll be thinking of you as I’m scrubbing clean, Evans!”

His head buzzed happily as he climbed the stairs with screaming thighs.

Lily Evans had yelled at him, just like always.

Who would’ve guessed she’d be such an ally.

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g-xix · 8 months

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Can I request a 7 minutes in heaven style smut for JJ, like we tease him all night at the party and when the game makes us both get locked in a wardrobe, he fucks us like we love

I'll owe you some beautiful beautiful flowers 🌷🌷🌹🌹 if you do write this for me xx

Seven Minutes in Heaven | JJ KSI Olatunji

i love sunflowers!! (I will gobble a toe for u if u get me those xoxo) That said- uhm- yes, this idea is amazing?!?!? Is this gonna become a series w the Sidemen&co 👀👀 U tell me! Also picture proof of why u need more KSI smut:

Daddy material. Anyways, lmk if u want this as a series + thoughts!!

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JJ's glare was burnt right through me as I joint the drunk circle, taking a sip from my bottle whilst Tobi pulled me over.

"What's going on here, then?" I asked, spotting a few familiar faces within the circle of boys and girls, all giggling and leaning on one another as they passed a bag around.

"Seven minutes in heaven, you game?" Tobi questioned, slipping one of his rings off and dropping it into the bag as it came around to him- passing it onto the next guy in the circle.

That made sense as to why Simon, Ethan, Vik and the other taken men sat on the outskirts of the circle instead of inside with all the single-tons- Harry, Tobi, JJ, Cal's and more included.

Whilst I answered Tobi and made a little small talk, the burning gaze of JJ's eyes against my figure made me feel as though I was under a spotlight. The way he singled me out and couldn't rip his eyes off of me, I knew it was just the price I had to pay for teasing him all night.

Because it's all well and good wearing his favourite dress- pulling the corset slightly lower so that there's the perfectly enticing amount of cleavage on display for him to ogle at as I enter the party- leaning forwards each time I laugh so that JJ's eyes flicker down from my eyes to my chest, tent in his boxers growing tighter by the second.

It only made it worse when I placed a hand on his thigh to steady myself when I sat down besides him- my hand dangerously near to his crotch and making him let out an audible groan as he felt just a fraction of touch before I pulled away.

Now he looked as though he was just waiting for an opportunity to get rid off all that tension that grew between the two of us with some good, hardcore dogging.

I leant against Tobi, watching as couple after couple went in and out of the wardrobe (some boys even getting their object picked out twice and going into the wardrobe two times with different girls) before the bag came around to me.

As I delved my hand in, Tobi pat my back and encouraged me to make a good decision, as I rifled through the objects, until my fingers clasped around the object at the bottom- the soft material folded in a tight bundle almost wrapping around my fingers, practically begging me to pull it out.

The object unravelled in my fingers as I pulled it out.

A bandana.

"You all know what that means!" Calfreezy cheered as he got JJ to his feet, Tobi in turn pushing me to the wardrobe.

JJ seemed as though he was somewhere else mentally- not reacting to the cheers of the room as he was first to step into the wardrobe- and I could only gulp as I followed him in. I slowly began regretting my teasing actions and taunting earlier in the night as it began dawning on me that for seven minutes he'd be able to make it even for tonight.

The first thing I noticed when Tobi shuts the door and the clink of the lock mutes out the noise of the outside environment- is how dark it is.

Then I noticed how close JJ and I were, his breath cool against my collarbone and body flush against mine.

It only took JJ a moment to adapt to the darkness before his hand found my jaw- making me elicit a gasp as I felt his hand close around my jaw, yanking my head up to (assumingly) look into his face.

"What you want me to do to you for the next seven minutes," JJ's voice was dangerously low. I'd never heard or seen him this serious before- this affected by a bit of teasing before- but the way he was so volatile turned me on immensely. I clenched my thighs together in anticipation, my tongue already feeling heavy as lead as I tried to respond, though my shyness drew me back.

It was fun teasing JJ, but now that we were together and he clearly wanted to get his own back, it felt a lot more dangerous to be smart with him.

"Funny how quiet you are after all that teasing," He sneered, his voice laced with a smirk which only made him more sexy. His hands trailed down from my waist to the curves of my hips, reaching to the bottom of my arse before reaching up and grabbing the pillowy flesh with two rough hands which made me arch my back into his touch with a whine. "That's okay though, princess, I'll make sure you're loud-"

I let out another gasp as I felt his mouth connect to my neck hungrily, his tongue licking a stripe over my neck as I leaned my head back, letting out a moan as he found a sensitive spot effortlessly. My chest began rising and falling with quick breaths as JJ sucked on the spot, undeniably leaving a hickey I'd discover later- cruelly biting back down on it after pulling away and making me let out a gasped-moan as the pain went straight to my aching core.

His hands made their way up from my behind, to the corset top- ripping the cups down and shoving the bra to the side so that my tits were exposed- his hands grabbing onto the soft flesh and groping them roughly, thumbs flicking over the sensitive bud before he lowered his face- his wet mouth wrapping around one whilst his fingers still payed attention to the other with crude flicks and pinches that had my back arching off of the wall and whines leaving my throat like second nature.

I could've wrapped my legs around his head and had him eat me out til I was crying, the way his mouth worked magic on every part of my body, but as he unlatched his mouth from my titty with a wet pop sound I remembered the time limitation we were working against.

Though that wasn't to say that this couldn't continue elsewhere.

I sank to my knees in an instant in front of him- battling with his belt, tugging to undo the buckle and pull it off to get to the treasure beneath- though clearly JJ wasn't having it. His fingers threaded through my hair roughly as my grabbed my hair and pulled me back up to my feet forcefully- turning me around and slamming my front into the wardrobe wall with such power the little wooden think wobbled beneath us.

"Oh you aren't giving me head, you deserve punishing for that shit you pulled on me earlier-" His fingers roughly trailed up my thigh to the panties beneath my skirt, his thumb tracing the lacy edge all the way to my clit where he circled it through the material- arousal apparent as he felt the dampness through my panties. I whined and chased his fingers as he pulled away- though he only lost contact for a moment before his index and middle finger wrapped around the band of the panties, pulling them down my legs until they rested besides my knees- one long finger trailing all too slowly all the way from my hole up to my clit- gather arousal on his finger as he swiped. My back arched and a high moan left my mouth as his finger circled over my clit before pushing into my aching hole roughly, using the arousal as lubricant as I tightened around his digit, unbelievably needy for him.

"Please, JJ," I couldn't believe I was needy enough to beg, but desperate times clearly called for desperate measures. "Please, I need you- please- I can't..."

"Can't what?" His words felt like honey, the way the smirk in his voice was so tantalising, yet the tone and meaning behind his words really had me tightening around thin air. "Tell me what you want- say it- beg for it, bitch."

"Please, fuck me- fuck- please, I need your cock," My words were foreign to me- JJ's touch having me saying words I'd never imagine coming from my mouth- and as JJ inserted the tip and slid into me all the way until he'd bottomed out- he had me making noises I never thought I would, either.

He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back with such force my face was smushed against the cold wardrobe wall- my hard nipples pressed flush against the cold wood as well- only providing more stimulation as I felt myself clenching around JJ.

The smell of sex began filling the wardrobe, the lewd, wet slaps of his manhood against my dripping core sending my head spiralling as it clouded with the obsessive thoughts of JJ's thick cock pushing into me, hitting all those sensitive spots whilst everyone else was outside- likely still very able to hear what was happening inside.

I felt myself tightening around JJ, becoming very aware of the pressure building and knot forming low in in stomach where I felt JJ hit with each rough thrust, coupled with the occasional ass-spank and grab of my hair backwards, causing my moans to sound raw and broken as he fucked me brain-dead on him.

I was right on the edge- so close and so fucking high on the feeling- when JJ suddenly pulled away.

His cum leaked from his tip- landing warm and sticky (and not inside me) as he got his release with a large groan. But I could only whimper as I felt the oh so pleasurable knot within my stomach become distant and a long-lost desire as my release fizzled away. My legs shook, back almost painful from arching so needily as I felt my thoughts and voice return to me.

"W-what the fuck?" I asked, almost whining, as I felt my pussy clenching- fluttering around nothing- as the thought of orgasm slowly slipped away.

"Payback for teasing me." JJ's smirk withdrew a groan from me- unbelievably frustrated by his stupid revenge. Though JJ leaned in as he buckled his trousers back up to leave me with one final, husky message, nipping my ear as his breath landed cool against my neck. "But if you wanna finish this somewhere... My room in fifteen minutes."

The door opened perfectly at that moment- allowing JJ to strut out to the sound of the room cheering whilst I pulled my skirt back down hastily, barely getting decent before I was visible- stepping out just slightly less proudly than JJ- face heating up as I recieved a cheer of my own- JJ's prideful smirk popping his dimples out annoyingly cockily/

And just as promised, fifteen minutes later, he slipped out of the party with a wink and beckon.

And who was I not to follow him up to his room.

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moonstruck-poet · 5 months

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His Brave Girl

Pairing - Tom Hiddleston x reader!

Summary - You are a NCA Investigator and have an ongoing case to rescue women and children that have been kept captive. The mission of course isn't as easy and can also prove to be life threatening. But with an incredibly supportive husband and a strong team, it doesn't seem all that impossible.

Warnings - blood, fighting, curse words, assault and harassment, mentions of death.

This was a light introduction to the story, things will surely get interesting soon. Hope you like it <33

The elevator dinged as the doors opened and you heaved a sigh before getting in and leaning your back against the wall, eyes closing briefly due to exhaustion.

"Does this thing get slower every day?" You muttered to yourself after getting off and pulled out the keys from your pocket while also holding the stack of papers in one hand.

You walked inside, placing the key in its usual place and dumping the sheets on the dining table with a loud thump.

"A new case then I take it?" Tom entered the living room, a small smile on his face on seeing you as he walked closer.

"Yeah," you couldn't help but smile yourself upon seeing his homely appearance. "Missed you today, love".

"Ditto darling," he whispered and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest and breathing out heavily. "God was it tiring today," his face turned down a fraction before you kissed that frown off, making his lips twitch.

"It's okay," you murmured in his ear and played with the strands of hair on his neck, "I'm so proud of you".

He merely tightened his hold, glad that you had understood him so easily. No wonder he had known you were the one from the minute your relationship bloomed.

"Is it okay if we go out for dinner? I wanna take a walk with you," he pulled back, hands still on your waist as he stared into your eyes.

"Of course, Tom. Let me just get freshened up and we'll leave immediately," you kissed his cheek to quickly go and wash.

After a quick but soothing warm shower, you decided to wear a simple pair of black skinny jeans and a beige button down. Tying your hair in a ponytail and putting your phone in your back pocket you were ready to leave.

"Let's go then," you switched off the lights, him smiling appreciatively at your simple outfit as you two walked out, locking the door and then entwining your hands.

"Why didn't you put on a jacket? It's cold," he said the minute you stepped out in the dark.

"It's fine, Tom," you replied and he took your tangled fingers, placing them in the front pocket of his coat making you laugh. "So what's the current mood? Chinese or Indian?"

"Indian," the two of you said simultaneously and grinned at each other.

"I think you're starting to rub off on me," he chuckled and squeezed your hand. "My spice tolerance is quite high now".

"That's a pro of marrying an Asian, and especially an Indian, my dear," you said happily, swinging your hands like a child.

You entered the cozy Indian restaurant and ordered some starters, wanting a quick bite before moving on to the main course.

"What's the recent case about then, love?" He questioned, adding quite an amount of the spicy green chutney to his dish making you smirk.

"Oh recently we got the news that about 30 females, both girls and women have been abducted right from the streets, probably for slavery. So we gotta track those motherfuckers and play tit for tat," you said and he noticed your jaw clench with anger.

While Tom's heart sank. He was used to hearing such cases every other day, especially since his own wife was a crime investigator but it hurt him every damn time.

"Don't worry," you took his hand in your own, rubbing circles on the back. "We're gonna rescue them, every single one of them".

"I know you will. But still it just hurts, to know that every three days, somewhere in this country a woman dies, all because of violence. How do people even think of committing such sins, such atrocities?! The humanity is dying and it feels like nobody even cares anymore".

You pressed your lips together sympathetically, agreeing with every statement of his and just being so glad that you had such a passionate husband.

"I'm gonna do my best, we're gonna catch all of them and make them suffer," you said firmly and he nodded.

"I'm there with you through every step of the way," he said softly making you simply stare at his beautiful face before smiling widely.

The rest of the dinner was quite peaceful, with only small talks made here and there as you both actually enjoyed the silence.

"Ice cream?" He asked immediately once you stepped out of the restaurant.

"Sure," you laughed at his excited face and wrapped an arm around his torso and him swiftly pulling you close by the shoulders and pressing a kiss on your head.

You two were chatting, about his work, about your work. The past week had been quite busy. What with you attending meetings about the recent case and him shooting endlessly for the Night Manager.

"I really can't wait to see you all decked up in a suit on the big screen," you grinned, all giddy inside while he let out a noise of surprise.

"But you've seen me in a suit numerous times, that too right in front of your own eyes," he raised an eyebrow.

"You don't know the magic you show on the screen, Hiddleston. It makes me go insane," you said, turning a little red making him chuckle as he too blushed.

A sudden shout interrupted his next comment and you two stopped, frowning at each other before finding the source.

"Oh shit," you muttered and his eyes widened at the scene in front of him. There was a man, forcing his way on a young lady who looked no more than 20 years of age.

"Come on sweetheart," the creep said, a sinister smirk on his face as he pressed his forehead against her's, making her thrash uncomfortably.

A furious rage built up inside of you as you saw random citizens watching the scene with interest and not bothering to move a muscle.

And immediately your footsteps quickened as you almost sprinted forwards with Tom hit on your heels.

"Hold this," you pressed your phone into his hand and before he could utter another word, you had pulled your sleeves to your elbows and ripped the man off of the girl.

"Get away from her, asshole," you said, your voice deep and cold and your husband felt himself freeze upon seeing you in action.

"Uh yeah? And who the fuck are you to tell me to get off?" He said coyly. "You're a fiesty one, yeah? I like those type," he said and stepped closer daringly.

Tom had never before felt such violence inside him but he held himself, knowing you had the situation under control. You wouldn't want him to get in trouble, whereas you, you had legal permission.

"And I like catching people like you," you retorted, smirking and within a few seconds you had pinned him on the ground, your knee pressed to his chest as you lounged on him casually.

"You done now? Cuz me and my husband would really like to get some ice cream," your eyes narrowed and he groaned when you pressed down hard.

"You okay?" Tom went to the terrified young lady while also maintaining a respectful distance, knowing she must be scared.

She couldn't fathom anything and was shaking violently while he watched helplessly, not wanting to cross any boundaries at all.

So he resorted to words, "You're safe now, don't worry at all. My wife-" he gestured towards you, halting midway after noticing the criminal's awfully bleeding nose and your deathly expression and grimacing slightly.

"Um are you alright? Did he hurt you anywhere?" He asked again gently once she had calmed down.

"N- No he didn't," she shook her head and fixed her rumpled clothing. "You- You were just in time, thank you so much".

"Hey no, there's nothing to thank about," he smiled and they noticed a police car coming closer.

"There comes your ride," you said and pulled the grunting man to his feet. Your face shining with sweat and slight blood coating your right cheek.

"Goodness love," Tom muttered, wincing at his terrible state but looking hella proud at the same time.

"Aaron," you greeted your friend cheerfully, "A new parcel for you mate. You're welcome," you added when he raised his eyebrows at the assaulter's bloody face.

"Let's get going then, bastard," Aaron gripped him tighter and offered you a full salute and you nodded.

"One last thing," you said and stepped back making the others stare warily except for the officer who didn't bat an eye as you delivered a perfect side kick, breaking the man's jaw.

Aaron laughed as he turned towards Tom who had adorned an expression of shock, "Be careful there, I wouldn't want to get on her bad side. This one can really pack a kick".

"Wouldn't dream of it," your husband chuckled lightly making you roll your eyes as the man was dragged inside the car and off they went.

You finally turned to look at the still shivering but composed girl, "You okay darling?"

She didn't say anything and fell into your arms, her being considerably shorter compared to your rather tall figure. "T- Thank you," tears flowed down her cheeks. "I was so sure I was going to die right there".

"Hey," you said and rubbed her back with your left hand that was not stained with blood. "You're safe now though aren't you? That's all that matters".

She backed off, still sobbing and wiped her tears, looking at you with such gratitude that you yourself could feel your throat burning.

"Do you live close by?" You asked and when she nodded you offered to drive her home, knowing her mental state was sensitive.

"Here's my official card, I'm a NCA Investigator so you're safe with me," she nodded and you were glad to do so, wanting her to feel as secure as possible.

"Come on," Tom guided her softly and opened the back door as she got in and he seated himself in the passenger seat.

It took about five minutes to reach her home and you parked the car in the driveway, both of you getting away and stopping after noticing that Sofia hadn't even opened her door.

"Hey," he knocked on her window and she jumped, snapping out of her thoughts and got off upon noticing that she was home.

He went ahead and ringed the bell and was greeted by a warm middle aged woman who smiled but her expression soon turned shaky after taking in the state of her daughter and she shouted for her husband.

"Oh my darling," the father gasped and took his girl in his arms and she started crying again, emotions flowing out uncontrollably.

The two of you watched in silence, your hearts breaking at the exchange and praying to god for keeping everyone suffering through such horrible experiences safe.

"How can we ever thank you," the old lady walked towards you and took your hand in hers, silent tears running down her cheeks. "You saved my daughter's life. How can I possibly repay-"

"No no don't say such things," Tom interrupted her, embracing the woman and you noticed tears staining his face too making your heart clench.

"But really, thank you, both of you," Sofia's father said and pulled Tom in a hug and shook your hand.

"She's safe, and that's all that matters," you said softly before handing them a card. "This is a helpline number that works 24/7, just give a missed call whenever you feel threatened, though god forbid something would happen again".

The woman stepped closer to you and cupped your cheeks motherly making you stutter, "And you, take care of yourself, look after you wife," she adressed Tom who nodded with a smile. "You're out there putting your life in danger for the sake of others, but be mindful of your own too".

"Y- Yeah, I will," you swallowed the emotions and gave them a professional salute and a low bow before taking their leave.

The walk to the car and then the drive home was passed in complete silence, both understanding that it was a need.

Tom only switched on the dim, yellow lights, bathing the room in a warm glow before turning to look at you properly.

"Love?" He asked softly, standing in front of you and placing his palm on your cheek. "You're okay, aren't you?" His eyes scanned yours, eyebrows drawing in closer in worry.

"Yes, I'm okay. I deal with this pretty much everyday, you know".

"You've hurt yourself," he looked at your badly bruised knuckles as he examined them.

"I handle such things everyday too".

"But that doesn't mean it hurts less," he said simply and you nodded. "Carrying a certain weight every single day does not mean that it's not heavy".

"You're right".

"Oh c'mere," he opened his arms amd you fell into them gratefully, inhaling his familiar scent and trying to take to focus your mind. "You said to me earlier that you were proud of me. But honestly, my work doesn't even come close to yours. It's me who's really damn proud to call this wonderful, strong and brave woman; my wife".

"Yeah?" You looked at him with glistening eyes, pressing your lips together.

"Yes. Not everybody can even fathom the work you're doing. I'm your husband for God's sake amd know all about what you do. And yet you saw it for yourself how terrified I was in that situation".

"You are amazing, the most brilliant woman I've met and goodness am I so, so proud of you, my love," he touched his lips to your forehead tenderly. "I already love you more than anything, but somehow you made me fall even harder".

"I love you too," you whispered and buried yourself right in his embrace.

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Enid's tail taps the soft leather of Yoko's very nice couch. The other woman is sitting opposite her, arms and legs crossed and awfully calm. She wonders if the vampire can smell her worry.

"Why?" She whines. "Why me?"

"Because it's my birthday, and you're my best friend." Yoko sips her wine glass of blood. Enid hopes the glass in front of her is a dark red wine.

She feels the heat of her face— she must be bright red. If her skin was any hotter, she'd be able to see steam. She grips her thigh with one hand, trying to appear calm with the other relaxed.

The affect is probably ruined by her dipped head. She feels like a guilty pup.

She really thinks it through in her head. She would do this for Yoko, she would anything for Yoko. She would fight tooth and nail for her. She would be anything she wanted.

But this...

"If you don't wanna, you don't need to, 'Nid." Yoko sets her glass down, stretching her delightful arms across the back of her sit. "This is no fun if you don't enjoy yourself too, Doll." She's so calm despite asking that of her. She must've done this a hundred times by now.

The thought makes something dangerous swell in her belly.

"If I do this..." she looks back up to face Yoko. She somehow got more beautiful in the time since she last saw her. "Would we still be friends?"

Yoko's face softens from the calm, rock solid look and becomes something more gentle. It helps cool her face by a fraction.

"Enid," she breathes like a prayer. "I would never stop being your friend."

"Promise?" Yoko laughs softly. The noise makes her heart beat slow. It's no longer pounding her rib cage.

"I promise, Pup." Yoko stands suddenly, downing the rest of her glass. "If you're all ready to go, I'll be in the bedroom." Enid nods then, letting the thigh gripping her hand relax.

"Yep, yeah, yup." She stammers. "Cool. See you soon."

Yoko laughs again and blows her a kiss as she walks. She's been in Yoko's room for girls' nights, but now the idea of her cool silk sheets and fluffy blankets sounds terrible. Like she's staying at some hotel and not the bed of a very close friend. She takes a very deep breath —which doesn't help her calm down in the slightest amount— and stands. Her hands are sweaty and she feels gross all over. Like a clam.

She walks slowly to the door. If Yoko could see her, she would laugh at her for acting like she's about to die.

"I can hear you, Baby." Yoko coos. "You don't gotta be afraid. I won't bite too harsh on your skin. Unless you want that?"

Enid runs into the room to make this awful walk go faster. She nearly slams into the doorframe, but she manages to avoid it. She thinks about leaving the house and faking her death.

Yoko is nude. Completely so. One of her best friends is nude and so very cozy in her bed and all for her.

For just tonight. That's all this is. A birthday gift.

She stumbles like a newborn deer to the bed, tripping over herself to not injure her limbs.

"Ah-ah!" Yoko points a finger. Without her glasses, Enid can really focus on the divine red of her eyes. Red like the blood she drinks. Red like the wine. "I'm not letting some dressed lady into my bed, Lovely. Strip."

"Yes Ma'am." She almost tears her throat trying to grab the zipper at her collar, yanking it down and tossing her jacket to the floor. She's half done with her shirt buttons when a hand strokes her abdomen. Yoko is no longer lavishly spread against her bed like some royalty to feast on; she's got her cool boney hand pressed flat against her stomach.

"Yoks?" She whispers.

"I changed my mind. Get in bed and let me undress you, hm?" Yoko leans back again, pulling Enid in by her belt.

"Alright." She's more than strong enough to stop the other woman, but she hardly wants to. Not when Yoko's hand slides between her shoulder blades and she presses nice lips to her neck.

"Gorgeous," Yoko whispers, "so beautiful for me, Enid. Good girl." Her knees wobble on the bed, almost falling into Yoko. She is a cruel woman.

Yoko's hands work the buttons with much less intensity but it's loving. Delicate in a way that makes Enid wants to pile on top of her and never get up.

She runs her knuckles across the thick hair at Enid's navel, trailing down until her hand stops at the buckle of her belt.

"You good to keep going, Baby?"

"Yes." She slips her shirt off, all the buttons undone by Yoko's clever hands. The vampire smoothly unbuckles her belt, taking it off and dropping it to the floor. She feels open, but not unsafe. Like looking through the windows of a safe house.

She's on her knees above Yoko. The bed springs creak under the combined weight. She knows it's well-made and won't break.

She wishes she could be the same way.

Yoko settles a hand on her thigh, the other grabbing the zipper of her pants. She pulls down, letting Enid's clothing spread like a blooming flower. She places a hand on her bulge, thumbing across her.

"Already hard for me, Sweetheart?" She presses gently at the mid of her, dragging a noise out of Enid. "You touch yourself to the thought of me when I left you?"

"Yoko—" she chokes out. She places her larger hand over Yoko's deathly-cool hand, rocking against it for friction. "Please."

"Please what, Puppy?" Yoko moves her hand to angle it better at the base, letting Enid hump her like a dog in heat. "What me to touch you raw? Skin to skin?"

"Please."

"Oh shush, Love. I got you, yeah? I got you." She grabs at the band of her boxers and pulls them down, letting Enid, fully hard, slap against her belly, pre messily smearing against her happy trail.

Yoko grabs her and squeezes softly, letting Enid rut against her hand.

"Messy girl, aren't you? Needy needy girl. Making such a mess of my hand. Gonna make a mess of me, too?" The taller woman whines, sharp teeth clicking awkwardly together as she pants.

"Yes, yes, gonna—" Yoko pumps her hand once and Enid almost sees heaven. "—Wanna make you so messy, cover you—"

With a flourish, Yoko's hand leaves her, letting her twitch and smack her stomach, so close to the brink.

"You aren't gonna finish on my hand and leave nothing for me, 'Nid. I'm having my fun too."

The werewolf nearly sobs, but lets Yoko sit her head on silk pillows without a fuss. She looks something akin to a goddess there— soft skin, narrow hips and a soft belly, cushioning fat on her stomach and spread between her legs and arms. She looks like a beautiful meal for Enid to sink her teeth into.

Maybe calling her a goddess is wrong. They wilt in envy at the sight of Yoko.

She's better than them.

"You gonna give me my gift or are you gonna keep looking at me like I'm some prized catch?"

Enid jolts at her speaking, completely lost in her reverence. She quickly works boxers and pants off, leaving herself nude as well. "'M sorry, you're so pretty."

"I doubt that's the best word you can use, Enid. Maybe I thought teach you some new ones? You'd probably like me spanking you with a ruler and calling you a bad, bad girl wouldn't you?"

Enid settles for dropping her face in between Yoko's lovely legs, kissing the soft thigh next to her head. She shifts her head and presses her nose into slick-damp pubic hair, whining into Yoko's center.

She laps at the older woman feverishly, tasting her. She's addictive in a way that words could never do justice; she isn't sweet nor bitter nor salty— she tastes like Yoko. It's a paradise that heaven could never compare to, always falling short to Yoko's perfection.

Even muffled through her thighs, Enid can hear Yoko cursing and groaning aloud. Yoko lives decently far from any other houses, but they could probably hear her if they strained their ears.

The werewolf focuses on her clit, sucking on her lightly to make her weep.

"Enid," she cries, "oh Enid." Yoko's legs are wrapped around her head as tightly as they can, so unafraid of cracking her skull, trusting her to be strong enough to take all of her.

The feeling of Yoko tightening around her tongue in bliss is a kind of peace that makes Enid want to give up drinking. Maybe give up drinking water too, drinking only Yoko.

Yoko pushes her by her forehead, slacking her legs and letting go of Enid's head. She doesn't leave her mind, though. She's made herself comfy there.

"Was I good?"

Yoko laughs through quick breaths, patting Enid's head.

"Very. Now." With shocking strength, Yoko flips Enid on to her back.

"How about the rest of my gift?"

I COULDNT DRAW ANYTHING BETTER BUT THIS IS SO DSHAJKEJKDAKJ

anon i love it, i love them and i love your writing thank you so much for this gift

thank you for feeding the enko nation rn

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nczennie · 10 months

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hungry eyes.

Part Two of She's Like The Wind

Pairing: Reader x Stray Kid’s Lee Know AU: Summer love, based on the film Dirty Dancing Genre: Angst, Fluff (this part) Preview: “I’m doing this for you, you know! I could’ve refused and you would have been stuck without that job, but I’m doing the best I can to learn this stupid dance and help you, so stop being such an asshole!” You huff out angrily, you can feel the redness in your face clearly showing your emotion. Words: 9.2k *Warnings under cut

Warnings: Some curse words, some making out and like groping, drug use, talk against drug use, bad side effects of drug use,

It was only three days later that you found yourself sweating profusely in a small dance studio. As you stand trying to catch your breath you’re unsure how you even let Jeongin and Momo convince you to agree to this. This morning, bright and early before Minho’s shift started, you got ready in the most athletic-like clothing you packed, gently reminding yourself that you were doing this to help the girl out everytime you yawned on the walk over.

But now as you breathe heavily and wipe the sweat from your brow while Minho stares unimpressed and annoyed, you find yourself thinking, why do you owe this girl anything?

“I knew this wasn’t going to work,” the boy grumbles as he grabs a small towel to hand you, “We haven’t even gotten a fraction into the damn song and you can’t remember a single step.” Though his words are harsh, you know they were true. You’ve never done any ballroom dancing to this extent and you don’t think you were that great of a dancer to begin with. But Minho and his teaching wasn't helping you learn anything, in fact you find it to make everything much worse.

"You're the dance teacher you know, isn't that your job?" You glare back at him as you wipe the sweat from you, cursing the summer humidity. "If I'm not learning anything then maybe it's your fault".

Minho scoffs at you, shaking his head, his brown hair falling into his eyes, "Unreal", he mumbles, "This whole thing is stupid, I can't believe I bet my job on someone like you".

“Then help me!” You let out frustratingly. “I know I’m not a dancer, and I’m not as talented as Momo or any other partner you’ve had. But if you actually slowed down and tried to teach me as a beginner then it would be easier for both of us! It’s like you’ve given up on me before you’ve even given me a chance.”

You know Minho was the most against you stepping in for Momo for the performance, but you figured he would at least give you a chance seeing as his second job is on the line.

At your outburst Minho says nothing, but at least it has stopped his grumbling. You swallow at the tense atmosphere, his large eyes slowly blinking at you, unchanging. Finally, he makes his way to a small table in the room, grabbing a couple of water bottles. The boy makes his way back to you and hands you one, “Drink up well, we have a lot to do, baby.” He turns back around to drink his own water and you can’t help the small smile that reaches your lips as you open the bottle, perhaps your words have gotten to him after all.

Just a week into being Minho’s pupil, you realize this could become a problem. Yet it wasn’t the tough footwork or the even tougher instructor, but the passionate routine and perhaps even your underlying attraction to the dancer.

After your confrontation, things seemed to progress much better for you both. Though he is tough with his instructions and expectations, Minho turns out to be a great teacher and that is crystal clear seeing as he was able to get you to memorize even the smallest things. You’re both already a good portion into the song and everything is on track for the performance in two short weeks.

That being said, you never thought about the amount of passion the dance included. You saw with your own eyes how much passion Minho and Momo individually had when they danced, but now being a partner, it became clear the passion would be presented to you as well. You’ve shared a dance with Minho before, a very intimate one at that, but even that night when you basically had your pelvis’ pressed against each other (to put it politely), for some reason you still don’t find it to be as heart fluttering as what you’re learning now.

The intense eye contact and slow dragging of his fingers across your body hitches your breath every time and you’re glad you can still blame the shortness of breath on being out of shape.

Of course you found Minho attractive from the very first moment you saw him. It's his dancing that draws you in, but it’s his large eyes, sharp cheekbones, and pouty lip that keep you staring. There’s something beautiful and stunning about Minho’s physical appearance. His features are both sharp and delicate at the same time, and his aura automatically draws the attention of everyone in the room he’s in. He’s the type of beauty you believe would be hard for anyone to deny.

And though you noticed Minho’s beauty from the beginning, there was something about the boy now that had begun to become almost conscious of yourself. You wanted to learn the dance and perform well for his and Momo’s sake, but you also wanted to impress him personally. You wanted him to tell you how well you were doing, you didn’t want his passionate looks to stop as soon as the music did, you wanted to make his heart flutter the same way he made yours.

That would be the reason why the effort you put into your appearance before practice grew, but you hope it wasn’t too obvious. Your comfort wear slowly started to change to pieces that were practical but what you found to accentuate the best parts of you. You sneakily stole one of Daisy's lip glosses and you're always sure to apply it right before you enter the room to make sure it’s fresh. If Minho notices any of your changes he doesn’t let on, so for now you make sure to focus on perfecting the dance.

Sometimes, if her schedule allowed, Momo would make her way into the practice room as well. Since it was also her routine you would be doing she tried her best to come and teach you, from her perspective, just how you needed to portray the moves.

It was a lot of help learning from the one who actually did the moves you did and spending time with Momo for the first time showed you a side of her you hadn’t seen before.

The girl was quite energetic and fun, she helped you in an entertaining and less strict way. Having her at practices was very helpful, you and Minho performing for her so she could see and correct from an outsiders point of view.

You were glad to have her help and getting to know her better made you glad you chose to help her out.

Though your relationship with Minho did improve in the time you did work together, there were still moments you felt like you were going backwards. There were times where the tension between you both grew; whether it was him being frustrated with you not being able to get a move down, or you frustrated with him being frustrated with you. You figured it came with being around each other for long amounts of time, but that did little to ease your emotions.

Such as today.

It had been a stormy, gloomy day from the moment you woke up. Even now it was pouring hard as you were alone with Minho in an old garage that wasn’t being used. The dance studio you usually used together was in use for a class, so Minho found this garage on the outskirts of the resort property. There was no air conditioning so he opted to leave the large doors open, the sound of the storm loud and clear for you both to hear and see. The humidity that the weather brought seemed unbearable causing you both to sweat more than usual.

On top of that, you’ve recently started to wear heels to practice to help you get used to them since you would have to wear them for the actual performance. You were just getting used to them on the dance floor but now trying to dance with them on top of this dirt, you were a mess.

To put it lightly, you have been crap at the entire routine today, you of course blaming it on the weather and new location, but nonetheless, Minho became frustrated.

He felt as though all the progress you both had made had gone down the drain and it wasn’t long before he became more snappy and demanding with his instructions.

The mood quickly became sour; matching the downpour outside and it was on a matter of time before one of you was to finally snap.

“1, 2, 3, and 4,” Minho calls out and you wind your arm up, like he taught you on the count. But unlike what was supposed to be the routine, your hand makes contact with the middle of his face with a loud smack. “Ow, fuck!” You gasp in surprise, your own hands coming up to cover your mouth as you turn around to look at him. “Are you trying to kill me?! What is wrong with you?!” The boy yells dramatically.

You quickly lose the sympathy you felt, hands dropping to your hips, “Oh, yes. That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” The boy sends you a glare, fingers still gripping on his nose. “I don’t know why you’re so pissed! I’m sorry okay, it was an accident!” You flare your arms up, not sure what else you could do. “If you did the fucking move like I taught you this wouldn’t have happened.” He retorts back, calmly yet full of venom.

“I’m doing this for you, you know! I could’ve refused and you would have been stuck without that job, but I’m doing the best I can to learn this stupid dance and help you, so stop being such an asshole!” You huff out angrily, you can feel the redness in your face clearly showing your emotion.

Minho closes his eyes, taking a few moments to breathe in and out, perhaps to calm himself. When he finally opens them again, he glances out at the hard rain, “Let’s get out of here.” You keep your gaze on him, clearly confused at his words, “What?”

He goes to grab his leather jacket from the table along with his car keys, “We both clearly need a break from this, so let’s go, baby".

You ended up shielded from the rain in his car and you don’t question him about where he’s going, taking the time of the drive to try to cool down and listen to the radio. Watching the scenery out the window, you notice he drives further away from the resort.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" You mumble to him once you feel you've calmed down enough. "What?" he asks keeping his attention on the windshield has the rain begins to slow. "Baby," you speak, "You keep saying baby". Minho merely shrugs, "It fits".

It was only a few minutes before the car came to a stop and he moved the gear into park. The rain finally seemed to stop completely and there is a small glimmer of sunlight bursting from beyond the clouds. “Follow me” he says, pushing his jacket off and making his way out of the car and into the trees in the distance. You do as he says, following his lead, only half joking in your head about how you hope he doesn’t plan to murder you after you smacked him in the face.

The sounds of your shoes against the leaves and dirt seems to echo in the large empty woods and you follow the boy silently for another five minutes from the car. A few steps in front of you, Minho finally comes to a stop and as you catch up to him you see you’ve come to a small cliff of sorts. Looking down you see a small stream, full of water from the rain but not running quickly. The drop isn’t terribly far, but it is further than the next piece of land across the way. In fact, the other side has been connected by a large fallen tree. The brown wood lays on either side of the land, acting as a bridge above the water below.

“I think the most important thing about ballroom dancing, well all dancing really,” Minho starts to talk and you look slightly confused at him as he leans down to start taking off his shoes and socks. “Is balance.” He finishes with a small smile. Your gaze never leaves the boy as you watch him walk over to the log placed above the water.

“Minho!” You gasp out as he places one of his feet on the so-called bridge. Though you knew the fall wasn’t critically high, it was still high enough to cause serious damage if he were to lose his footing. But he ignores your call, clearly less worried than you seem to be. You move closer, ready to help though you don’t know exactly what you would do if he needed it.

Your heart races as he continues to walk carefully along the log, arms spread out to help him balance as he works his way to the middle, directly above the water. Finally making it to a place that pleased him, he turns around to face you with a smile, “Ta-da!” You can only frown at him, “Please be careful.”

He chuckles at you, looking down towards his feet, “Don’t worry, baby, I have amazing balance.” He does a little jump, coming completely off the log before landing again. And though he lands perfectly you can’t help the little scream that comes naturally out of your mouth. The boy smirks at you and reaches his arm out to motion towards you, “Come on, your turn.” Rapidly you shake your head, "No way”. He raises his eyebrows and calls out your name, “You’ll be fine, I promise. This is technically part of your training, so you have to do it.” He walks closer to your side of the long. Though you give him an unamused glare, you move down to remove your shoes just as he did his. And before you know it you were taking your first, shaky, step on the log.

“There you go.” Minho praises you as you start to walk shakily towards him, you breath shaking just as much as your feet. You don’t dare glance away from your footing, not wanting to take a single misstep. “Look at me, don’t look down.”

“Minho, I can’t” you whine, eyes still not leaving the log. He reaches over to grab your hand in his, “I’ve got you, now come on look at me.”

You shut your eyes completely, taking a deep breath to try to calm your pounding heart. You finally raise your head away from the ground (or lack of) and count to three in your head before opening your eyes.

As you do, you make eye contact with the boy and he smiles excitedly, “Good. Now keep your eyes on me, don’t look down.” He takes a step backwards and you have no choice but to take a step forward in order to keep your hands together.

You both keep stepping like that, slowly on foot at a time and soon Minho starts to hum a little toon, obviously one he seemed fit for the rythemed stepping you both were doing. You can’t help the small laugh that leaves your throat at his silly song and he glances at you with a smirk. He starts to walk towards you causing you to walk backwards this time and you surprise yourself with how calm you keep at the new direction, now more focused on keeping on the beat that Minho continues to make.

After a couple of moments he lets go of your hand, “Now get low,” He starts his beat again and you throw your head back in laughter as he moves in a funny manner, legs bending in order to get closer to the log. You’ve never seen the boy dance in an unserious manner and laughter only grows in your stomach as he urges you to do it along with him.

Not being able to help it, you dance along with him as he starts to whistle the toon. Before long you both laugh loudly, the sound echoing in the woods as you start to walk backwards on your own, clearly not worried about the fall and your balance as good as ever.

With a pleasant smile still plastered to your face you return to the solid ground taking a seat on the cool grass, watching Minho take his own on the log- legs dangling over the edge.

Realizing this is the first time you've been with Minho outside of dancing, you become curious. Never once having talked to him about anything other than the performance. You enjoy the silence for a moment, basking in the sound of the running water and tweeting birds before you speak again, “How long have you been dancing?”

He turns his gaze to you, taking a second to collect his thoughts, “Since I can remember,” he hums “It was offered as an afternoon activity so I took it up so I didn’t have to be home as much.” You nod even though he’s removed his eyes to look at the log.

“Have you always been as good as you are now?” Questioning with a smile you keep it as the boy looks up at you, an amused smile on his own lips. He shakes his head playfully, “Well I did plan to follow it into college.”

Letting your gaze travel across his face, you lick your lips before asking yet another question, “Why didn’t you? Go to college for it, I mean.” Your voice is softer towards the end as you realize it might not be something he would want to converse about.

He starts picking at the wood beneath him and answers you steadily, “I’ve just never had the money for it. It was only ever me and my mom, so money was always tight.” Minho meets your gaze again, sending you a smile that could barely fully raise the corners of his mouth. You immediately regret bringing it up, knowing by now finances is not something you want to ever want to talk about again seeing as the conversations about it in the past weren’t the most delightful.

You swallow harshly, readying to apologize to him but he asks you a question before you can, “What about you? You’re going to a university in the fall, what are you majoring in?” You assume Jeongin must have told him something.

His intense eyes stay on you as you consider his question, already red in the face with having to admit your lack of plan- feeling almost ashamed.

“Oh, I don’t- I don’t know what I’m majoring in. I don’t know what I want to do.”

He stares longer and you’re surprised with how well you can keep the eye contact, finally he licks his lips and raises to his feet, “Don’t worry, you have a lot of time to figure it out.”

Minho comes closer, reaching out to pull you from your sitting position, “C’mon, I’ll show you the lake.”

The lake down the hill is much larger than that of the one nearest the resort. It is also much quieter, no one other than you both within the whole space.

Minho has already dove in, keeping both his pants and his shirt on- the black material now soaking and sticking to his body.

“Well come on, it’s cool but it feels nice.” He runs his fingers through his wet hair and you try to look too long at the sight before you.

You take a breath and dive in yourself next to Minho, clothes and all. Returning from under the water you push your hair out of your face and gasp right away, “This water is freezing! What were you saying?!” You look up to the boy beside you whose eyes glimmer as he sports a devious smirk.

“Minho,” you whine “It’s cold and we don’t even have spare clothes.” He hums in response moving to float on his back, “Just keep moving, you’ll be fine, baby I might have some towels in the car.” He closes his eyes to relax in the water.

You huff, ignoring the drop of your stomach at the pet name he insists on using. Looking around you not really sure what to do. There's a sudden movement from beside you as the boy suddenly sits up, “Want to try something cool?” He smirks at you and you can’t help but to glare back, having no idea what he could be up to now.

“Let’s try a lift.” He says plainly standing up straight.

“A lift?” You question.

“Yes,” he drags on, “A lift, you know like I do with Mo.”

Your eyebrows furrow, “You said we weren’t adding the lift to the routine.” He hums, nodding and moving closer, “Not for the routine, just for fun. In the water is the best place to do it anyways. C’mon,” he closes the space between you to grasp your hips in his hands and you can’t help but a chill to run down your spin, “It’s cold,” you mumble but he merely grunts.

“Okay, when I count to three, you’re going to jump. I’ll lift you and you keep your arms straight out as if you’re Superman, okay?” You can’t help but smile at his explanation and nod.

Strengthening his grip, he starts to count, “1,...2,...3!”

You jump as hard as you could in the water and squeal when you feel Minho lifting you completely out of water and over his head. Keeping your arms straight you try to do as your told, but not even a second in the air, you feel yourself falling forward. You scream a little just before falling into the water and nearly on top of the boy.

You come back up and you’re almost scared to see Minho but what you hear from behind you is a surprise. Turning to make sure you’re not crazy, Minho stands messing with his wet hair, laughing like you’ve never heard him laugh before.

The laugh is almost cute in a way and you would’ve never pictured it belongs to Minho; in fact, you don’t think you pictured him laughing at all.

But here he was, eyes closed and smile wide as the laugh shakes his whole body. It’s contagious and you can’t help but join in.

Finally recovering, he moves towards you again, “See? Wasn’t it fun?” You keep your smile nodding up at him. “Here, this time try keeping your legs out straight just like your arms.” He reaches for your hips again and you giggle.

You don’t even know how long you both go like that, lifting and falling and laughing and splashing but it’s until your stomach is sore and your mouth hurts but in a most delightful way.

You reckon it’s the most fun you’ve had all summer and it feels like the Minho you’ve just spent time with is a completely different person.

Standing trying to regain your breath and ring out the water from your hair, Minho quickly moves towards you before you realize and he’s right in front of you.

He crouches so he’s in front of your face and you can feel his heavy breath crashing against your mouth. You stare at him in shock by his sudden actions but he doesn’t move. You follow his eyes when they move from your own to look down at your lips.

Your heart starts to pound as his large eyes look back up to yours and then down to your lips again. His hand comes forward to move a piece of your wet hair away from your face. And suddenly your breath stops because he place his lips on yours.

Blinking a few times before closing your eyes, you stay as still as him neither of you attempting to move. His lips are warm against yours despite the coldness around you and you can feel a drop of water from his hair fall to your cheek. There's a stillness in the air before Minho moves again, kissing you again but rather than the previous peck, he's slotting his lips between yours. At the feeling you push your lips back into his, eager to meet his slow kisses.

His hand slips beneath the water to lightly grip your hip so you take the chance to move your own hand to his back, gripping his soaking shirt. Standing in the lake kissing Minho slowly, the only sound coming from your lips and some bird in the distance, neither one of you moving for more, content with the slow kisses. But then a raindrop hits your head, only one but seconds later a steady drizzle has already started breaking you both from your trance.

He pulls away from you before a smile breaks out on his lips, he bites it as if to retain and you’re surprised someone so intense could look so cute.

Minho stands straight again, reaching for your hand, “C’mon, let’s get dry.”

You’re pleasantly surprised that despite the kiss you shared, your relationship with Minho seems to grow into a friendship of sorts after the endeavor at the lake. It’s as though you were able to break through whatever front he was putting up at first, or maybe you were able to prove something to him. Whatever it may be, you had no intention of asking him. Not when it could ruin what you had finally gotten to.

“Hey, are you busy tonight?” Minho asks one afternoon after one of your practices. He doesn’t look at you when he asks, choosing to focus on fidgeting with the record player. You swallow, taking a moment to look at his back as you dab the sweat from your forehead with a towel. “After dinner with my family I believe I'm free.” You speak and furrow your eyebrows, silently contemplating if it was weird your plans were only ever with your parents.

The boy finally turns around to look at you, “There’s a get together with some of the workers tonight. I thought you might like to come. Jeongin will be there.” He awkwardly scratches his neck and you wish he had left the music playing to fill the room with something other than the awkward tension. “Like the one I went to before, with the dancing?” Asking a question, you try to get more information. “Sort of,” He says “Smaller though. And it’s at one of the rooming houses so there won’t be that much room for dancing. It’ll probably be more of a hang out.”

You purse your lips, not really sure why you’re contemplating. It’s not like you have anywhere else to go, and you would usually not want to invite yourself somewhere you’re not welcomed, but Minho asked you himself. “Yeah, sure. I’d like to come.”

And merely hours later you find yourself in a cramped employee house, squished on a chair that wasn’t made for two people. Yet you consider yourself lucky it was Jeongin you’re smushed against. Though you enjoy Jeongin’s company on a regular basis, you let your eyes wander the room as he drags on about a pair of college girls he got to help out all day to some fellow workers sitting across from you.

Maybe it was a bit foolish of you to expect Minho to actually hang out with you at the get together with many of his friends, but he was the one that invited you here. Since you both shared a kiss in the lake the other day he has yet to mention it. Sure you were thankful for his growing friendship but how were you supposed to kiss him like that and pretend it never happened, especially after you spent a better half of your time ogling over him. It's not like you were expected a date tonight, although you did steal one of your sisters skirts and perfume, but at least something from the boy would be nice. Yet, since you arrived with Jeongin you’ve only seen glimpses of him from across the room.

You don’t know how much time you sit there, pressed almost uncomfortably against the boy as he talks with the people around him. Though he is a gentleman of sorts, frequently asking if you’re okay, needing anything, or just bringing you into the conversation.

The music was blaring from the speakers, the tunes sounded much like the ones that were played the night you first danced with Minho, and the room had gotten more hazy since you first arrived.

“Hey,” you hear from your right and you straighten up with a start from where you were leaning against your propped elbow. You can’t help the smile that grazes your lips as you see the familiar dancer pulling up a stool to sit next to you. “Hey,” you reply back, happy to finally get to see him here. He returns your smile before moving his attention to a couple of boys across from you that Jeongin was talking to before, quickly falling into conversation with them.

As more time passes you notice Minho moves closer to you as the drink in his cup slowly grows emptier. Since Minho has joined, you joined the group conversation more actively, laughing and joking with everyone like they were your long-time friends.

It wasn't long before you watched the boy sitting across from you lean back in order to pull something out of his front pocket. His hand emerges with a tiny plastic bag which seemed to be filled with a white powder of sorts. He leans forward to the coffee table placed in the middle of the small group of people, pushing some empty bottles around in order to clear some space. “Oh, c’mon guys, seriously?” You turn to look at Minho who speaks up as the boy empties the contents onto the table. He rolls his eyes bringing his cup to his mouth to finish the last of his drink.

The boys don’t seem to notice, or care for that matter, at Minho’s words. The pair of them scooting closer to the table in order to separate the powder into neat lines with the help of a piece of paper.

You’re not that naive, you knew the drug even though you had never seen it in person and it still surprises you that no one else in the room is as shocked as you are at their actions. One of the boys leans down to snort the line, using the help of a short rolled up piece of paper. Your eyebrows furrow watching in pure curiosity, never have you seen any drugs, let alone seen someone do any drugs.

He comes up with a smile wiping his nose on the back of his hand, automatically making eye contact with you across from him. “Wanna take a hit?” He asks in such a friendly manner you almost forget what he was offering. You turn to look at Jeongin; he merely purses his lips and shrugs his shoulders, clearly not wanting to be in charge of any decisions you’re going to make tonight.

You take another look at the boy making the offer; he looked fine, nothing about him looked like any of the warnings that taught you in school. Even at the moment he didn’t even look like he was experiencing any side effects and maybe that’s why you hesitate a moment before slowly leaning forward, reaching your hand out to grab the paper.

“Are you fucking serious?” You snap your head in surprise at the outburst next to you, Minho standing up from his seat in order to yell, but you’re surprised he wasn’t looking at you but at the boy. “You guys can fuck around and fuck up your life all you want but don’t bring anyone else into it. Don’t ever offer her anything again, you got it?” before turning to you, "Don't be fucking stupid". His face is bright red when he finishes his sentence throwing his cup to the ground and kicking over the stool he once sat on. “Fucking assholes,” he mumbles before making his way out of the small house with a slam of the door, never once sparking you a glance.

The rest of the group merely chuckles, obviously not phased by Minho or his words. You feel Jeongin grasp your arm lightly next to you, “Let’s go,” He whispers in your ear and you gladly get up off the chair and follow him out the door leaving the loud music and crowded space behind.

Jeongin slowly walks with you back to your room and you bask in the silence, overthinking about how embarrassed you are. Embarrassed you almost made a dumb decision and Minho of all people had to be the one to stop you, and he made it very clear that was something he was not happy about.

“I’m really sorry, Jeongin” you finally speak up as you get closer to where your room is located, “I really wasn’t thinking, I have no idea what I was doing.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I don’t think taking one hit ever would do something to you, honestly. But Minho has a bad history with shit like that so he freaked out easily. He was trying to protect you, I don’t really think he was angry at you. Plus he had a lot to drink tonight.” The boy trails off.

You can’t help but wonder about the history Minho has but you figure it’s none of your business and if you really wanted to know you should ask him and not get the information unknowingly from his cousin.

You finally reach your door and you turn to Jeongin, “Thanks for walking me back. I’m sorry for ruining tonight.” He only chuckles at you, “Stop worrying about it so much, go on and sleep it off. Just forget about the whole thing!” He sends a friendly smile your way and you try to send one back, “Thank you, Jeongin. Well anyways, if you see Minho tell him I’m sorry.” You pause, “And tell him thank you.” You reach for your doorknob as Jeongin brings his hand to his forehead in order to salute your requests.

You laugh at his actions before finally entering your room ready to sleep and forget all about the incident.

The next couple days go smoothly, you’re happy not to mention anything about the party when you’re with Minho and you’re even happier that Minho doesn‘t utter a word about it either.

The two of you merely focused on putting the final touches on the routine, trying to perfect it to a point where you would look just as good as Momo would be dancing.

And before you know it, it’s the day of the performance. The butterflies and nerves have been present in your body since the moment you woke up. You find yourself running over the routine again and again in your head throughout the day, over breakfast with your family, lounging by the lake with your mom, lunch with your dad, and now a quick volleyball game with your sister and Chan.

You felt bad for being so distracted but you needed to have this dance down. Though you were confident at your last practice last night, now your nerves were so high you’re afraid that would be the thing to mess everything up. You couldn’t ruin it for Minho and Momo.

“I thought you liked volleyball?” Daisy calls out to you as she runs up to you, the game coming to an end. You pout slightly, “I do. I’m sorry, I’m just really distracted I guess.” You turn to look at Chan who had gone to say goodbye to the coworkers that were a part of the game. “Hey, what are you doing tonight?” You turn to look at your sister.

“Oh Chan and I are going to dinner and a drive-in movie in the next town over. He’s working the lunch and dinner shifts the next couple of days so we wanted to do something fun.” She smiles, eyes wandering over to the shirtless boy across the sand.

You swallow hard, “Daisy, can you do me a favor?” Her eyebrows furrow as she turns to look at you, you continue, “Can you please pretty please tell mom and daddy that I’m going with you tonight?”

She automatically looks taken aback, never having heard you ask something of the sort, “Why? What are you doing?”

You sigh, “I just want to hang out with a friend. They don’t know him but I really don’t want them to push me to hang out with Neil again.” It’s not completely a lie so you don’t feel as bad as you should for asking your sister for a cover. “You mean the cute little baggage boy? Alright well, I’ll tell them. And Chan too I guess. Just don’t do anything bad, alright?”

Pulling her in for a hug, you smile brightly not even correctly for her for thinking you would be with Jeongin. “Thanks so much, I owe you! Stay safe!” You dramatically place a kiss to her cheek, turning to wave at Chan as he walks over, and finally beginning to jog out of the sand to make it to your next location.

“Keep my elbows tight, shoulders locked, don’t look down.” You stand looking in the mirror moving your arms as subtly as you can, trying to practice even as Momo works around you on your dress.

She had been slightly tailoring one of her old performance dresses to fit you better and now just hours before the performance, you’re in her room as she helps you get ready.

She would be doing your makeup, as it would be heavier than any makeup you’ve ever worn, and making sure your hair was in an appropriate updo.

You let out a deep sigh staring at yourself in the beautiful dress, Momo chuckles at you, “There’s no need to stress. You know the routine, you’ve worked so hard. You’re going to nail it.” She runs her hand over the skirt trying to straighten a wrinkle.

Pursing your lips you let your worries tumble out of your mouth, “I know, I just” you shrug, “I don’t want to mess this up for your guys. You both really need this and I don’t want to ruin it because I’m not a proper dancer or because I get too nervous.”

You look down at Momo and you’re shocked to find her eyes watering, you start to panic. “Oh! No! I’m sorry, I’n sure I won’t mess it up, I’m just nervous is all!” You step down from the small stool to put your arms around her shoulder but she quickly shakes her head, “No, no! It’s not that. It’s just you’re being so nice.” She sniffles, “You’re being so nice and you’ve been so nice from the beginning and I’ve been nothing but a bitch!” You’re surprised as she starts to sob, going to sit on her bed.

“Hey, hey,” you follow to sit next to her, “Don’t cry, Momo” you reach to grab a tissue from the table beside her bed to hand to her, “I know you’re not really that way. You had every right to act that way to me in the beginning, I was a stranger and I saw you in a very vulnerable situation.”

She starts to wipe her nose, “I was so mean and you still decided to help me! You gave me the money and you stepped in for me for tonight. I don’t deserve it!” Her crying continues and you sigh.

“I’m in a position to be able to help you, Momo. It doesn’t matter how you acted then, okay? I’ve seen your true self and I’m more than happy to help.” You nod, smiling at her and her crying finally starts to calm. “I hope you know how grateful I am.” She blows her nose and you give her a bigger smile. “Of course.” “And I really owe you one.” She adds and you chuckle, “Just make sure my makeup looks stage worthy tonight please.” She finally laughs and gets up to continue to get your ready before Minho come to get you.

"Perfect," She lets out as she places the final touches of lipstick on, a deep red you're not not used to and find yourself staring at the mirror in shock. "Do I look alright?" You ask, feeling uncertain under the dark makeup.

"You look beautiful!" She answers, throwing her makeup back in her bag. Swallowing hard, you decide if you could be subtle or not, "Does Minho usually like makeup like this?"

Momo's movements freeze as she glances at you, "Minho?" You feel your face flush as you try to shake it off, "Nevermind, I just-" She cuts you off, "You like him don't you?"

You study her face for a moment, trying to tell if the truth was the best answer. "I-yes I do. I like him, I'm sorry". She lets out a chuckle, "Why are you apologizing?" she moves to sit next to you as you speak again, "I don't know. I feel like I shouldn't like him, that it's wrong".

Momo only frowns at you, "Why would it be wrong?" You ponder the question yourself, why does it feel wrong? Because it feels one sided? Because you thought he hated you until not long ago? Because he kissed you but hasn't mentioned anything since?

You shrug instead, "He kissed me". She looks at you as if you were lying to her, "He kissed you?" You want to lick your lips but you remind yourself of the makeup, "Yeah, when we were at the lake".

The girl beside you hums, moving to fix a strand of hair she had worked for an hour on, her silence only making you more nervous. Maybe you shouldn't have confessed, that the kiss you both shared was meant to stay a secret.

A knock on the door interrupts you two, Minho peaking in before either of you could answer, "All ready?"

"Yep!" Momo stands, going to greet him, you stand on your own as he gives her a kiss on her cheek, finally moving to look at you. You look for something on his face that might tell how he thinks you look, that might make you feel slightly less ridiculous in the heavy makeup you weren't used to, but there's nothing. Minho only nods before turning to Momo again, "Well, we'll be off. Have a good meeting tonight".

Your stomach drops but you bring a smile to your face as Momo looks to you, "I'm so nervous". She smiles shyly but Minho squeezes her shoulder, "It's okay, it'll be worth it". She nods at him before turning to you, "Thank you again, for everything."

Nodding your head, you clear your throat, "I'm happy to help".

"Okay," she breathes out, moving to open her door for you and Minho, "Good luck".

You’re still on an adrenaline high as you walk back to Minho's car after the performance. Your heart is pounding and your palms still clammy but most of all you feel relieved.

You did it! You actually performed a full routine, with minimal mistakes, but you made it nonetheless.

It was late at night now, only you and Minho walking outside to the staff parking, still hearing the lively show going on inside. You still feel giddy after everything as you both make your way through the gravel of the parking lot, so much so that when your heel gets caught and you slip out of your shoe you merely laugh.

Minho looks at you worriedly, moving to pick up your shoe. But a smile breaks on his face as he notices your good mood, leaning down to help you put your shoe back on. You gulp when he grasps your hand when we stands back up, both of you walk the rest of the way to his car. Rather than get inside, Minho stops in front of you, your back pressed against the black vehicle, his hand still grasping yours.

"Thank you," He speaks softly, "For everything you've done for us. I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner". A smile tugs on your lips as you shake your head, "There's no need, I'm happy to help".

You see him swallow before his eyes move down to glance at your lips. At that moment you decided you've waited long enough for another chance to kiss him, so with adrenaline coursing through your veins you make the first move. Leaning up slightly and moving your free hand to place on his neck, you press your lips against his.

There's a split second where your nervous he'll reject your advances, but it doesn't last long as Minho immediately returns your kiss, hand that isn't grasping yours moving to hold onto your hip. You kiss him urgently, desperate to feel like you did back at the lake, for his warmth to take over your mind. He pushed his body closer to yours, trapping you between him and the car and you attempt to bring him closer if at all possible.

Feeling daring, you tentatively poke your tongue to swipe at his bottom lip, but he pulls away. Breathing deeply as he takes you in before letting out a chuckle, he moves to check around the parking lot making sure you're alone. He moves to open the back seat of his car, raising his eyebrows before he waits for you to climb in.

It's cramped as he climbs in after you, but you would do anything to be close to him. As he situates himself back on the seat, he beckons for you to climb atop his lap. You rearrange your stage dress to help you sit comfortably on him, huffing at how difficult it was to move. At your frustration Minho looks at you with a smirk, hand coming up to move some hair that had fallen loose from your updo. "You look beautiful," he confesses and you swallow hard, had you ever heard a compliment from him before?

"You don't think I look silly with all this on my face?" You ask, think before hand he hadn't been impressed with the look. He shakes his head, "You look amazing. Now and even when you're sweating like crazy when you were learning the routine".

You bring a hand up to cup his face, not being able to believe what he was saying. Had he really felt this way all this time? But you don't want to think now, you only want to feel, to feel him and to feel the feelings you weren't sure you should be having. You move to kiss him again, much softer than before but he moves to meet you nonetheless, hands encircling your waist.

The kisses you share grow deeper and his tongue finds its way to meet yours. Both of them moving together almost desperately, leaving the sound of them echoing in the cramped car. Unable to help himself, Minho moves one of his hands up your torso slowly, tracing over the pattern of your dress before he meets your chest. He stills for a moment before moving to grope you over the fabric, the sounds you make spilling into his mouth.

A sudden burst of laughter causes you both to break with a start, you hitting your head on the roof of the car as you jolt. The noisy group next to you gets into their own car and drives away leaving you both breathing heavily at the interruption.

Minho chuckles, moving to rub your head where it had hit, "I guess we should be getting back". You nod, chuckling as you move to wipe the smeared lipstick that has made its way from your lips to his.

Whereas Minho makes his way to the front to start driving, you’ve opted to stay into the backseat to change out of your performance dress and into regular clothes so you could go straight to your room once you arrived.

It was a slow process trying to get your dress off in a moving car but you tried to get yourself as steady as possible.

“You did great today, you know.” Minho speaks up over the soft hum of the radio. You chuckle starting to slip the sleeves off your shoulders, “I missed a step about 5 times, it’s a miracle I didn’t step on your foot.” You did make minor mistakes, as would be expected from your first ever performance and only learning for a couple weeks, but they were so minor the audience didn’t even notice.

“No, no. You did amazing.” He reassures you. Your dress is finally off and you grab your shirt to throw on, turning to look at Minho to thank him. But as you do, you make eye contact with the boy in the rearview mirror, his head snapping away once you catch him. You don’t say a word, silently slipping your shirt on. When you look at his ears you see they’ve become red as they peek through his hair at being caught looking at you changing. You climb back over the seat to return to your spot in the passenger's seat, biting your lip to contain a laugh that threatens to slip at how fidgety Minho has become.

Ever since the performance ended, it seems as though a huge weight was lifted off both of your shoulders. The air between the two of you feels much different than before. You find yourself hoping things would be different now, from the kiss at the lake to the backseat of his car, surely they were enough for you both to have something, you couldn't be alone in your feelings.

You turn to look at the window as you get closer to the resort. You don’t know what Minho is thinking or feeling and it drives you crazy, but what you do know is you don’t want to separate from the boy tonight.

Minho drives his car up near the staff housing, finding his usual spot before putting it in park. You stay seated and he gets out himself and makes his way around the car to open your door for you. You give him a sweet smile as you join him outside the car, not moving much except to allow him to shut the door.

It seems he’s in no rush to leave either as he stays planted in front of you.

The moon is the only light provided outside at this time of night but even so, it was bright enough for you to see Minho’s beautiful eyes. His eyes that were only glued on you.

You watch silently as they move across your face, though you don’t feel a bit self conscious, your heart still races being under his gaze.

You feel the warm tips of his fingers brush against yours, merely feeling the pressure of them together before he fully laces them together.

You’ve held Minho’s hand in yours countless amounts of times over the weeks of dancing, yet nothing could even prepare you for the feeling of sharing his touch tonight.

You lift your head up more in order to observe the boy just as he observes you, smiling even more as he moves his thumb to graze over your hand.

It’s all very peaceful, the cool summer night quiet, nothing but some bugs chirping in the grass.

But a noise breaks through the peacefulness, you both turn to look at the sound of the gravel crunching next to you. You squint at the person making their way over and as he comes closer you realize it’s Jeongin.

“Minho!” He yells out of breath as he runs to get the boys attention.

“Hurry, come quick,” he pants “It’s Momo!”

You enter Momo's room after the boys and immediately gasp at the sight. Momo is laid on her bed in the middle of the room, sweat evident on her whole body and he twists and turns, obviously uncomfortable with the groans leaving her mouth.

There’s another girl by her side, pressing a washcloth to her forehead. “What the hell happened?!” Minho yells, moving over as quickly as he came to Momo's side. “It-it was her boyfriend!” Jeongin stumbles out. Minho looks at his cousin confused, “I thought he came to take her to the program?”

The girl beside her speaks up, “He insisted on taking one last hit before they left, you know how she can’t refuse him. But once he saw how she reacted he left!” Jeongin chims in, “He took the fucking money and was gone without a word! His shit must have been laced with something” His anger and worries making him red in the face.

“Fuck,” the dancer reaches to move Momo’s hair out if her face trying to gain her attention, “It’s much worse than before because she’s been clean these past weeks leading up to the program.”

You stand near the entrance feeling helpless. There was only one way you could think to help her. It was a risk but if it meant helping Momo you would do it. You quickly turn and run out the door.

Your dad follows you in a rush, doctor bag in hand, as you lead him to Momo’s room.

You don’t give him any details other than one of your friends urgently needed his help. He comes without question.

You open the door for him but choose to stay outside while he does his work. And moments later Jeongin and Minho join you on the porch, only the girl staying in order to not crowd Momo.

Out of the three of you, no one utters a word the whole time. Only worried tension fills the air as you all pace the area and wait to hear any news about her.

It’s sometime later that your dad finally comes out of her room. Wiping his hand on a handkerchief, he speaks to no one in general, “She should be fine now. The medicine I gave her has helped but she’ll be pretty tired for the next 12 or so hours.” He puts the wipe back in his pocket, “She needs to get help soon though, proper help that is.” He nods his head back towards her door, “I gave her the information for a rehab in the city, if you care about your friend you’ll make sure she’ll check it out.”

Minho lets out a relieved sigh and more toward your father with his hand outstretched wanting to meet his, “Thank you, really, sir. I can’t thank you enough.” But your father merely glances down at the boy's hand before moving towards the steps, obviously having no intention to shake it, “Make sure she drinks a lot of water and eats something, preferably bread.” He makes his way on the steps and calls out your name, “Lets go. And take that stuff off of your face before your mother sees you.” He calls referring to your stage makeup.

You swallow hard, glancing back at Jeongin and Minho who are just as surprised as you are at your father's actions.

You reluctantly turn to follow the man before you can cause any more trouble.

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sebry · 2 months

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So, I finally managed to get to this point in Scarlet Hollow, and I feel like that gives me a good excuse to compile the tangled mess that is my speculation as to what is going on in Scarlet Hollow

So, there are going to be major spoilers, and I am going to be hopping around willy nilly between the 4 chapters that are out as of the time of me writing this, so, if you haven't played through the game multiple times, I'm going to be giving out some pretty hefty spoilers. There's your warning as to what is below the cut.

Furthermore, I want to say that this is going to be a whole lot of rambling and a massive amount of tinfoil hat levels of speculation.

Let's talk about what I think are some of the major players.

Stella

As much as I love the objectively best girl in the game, I can't deny that there is a pattern of flakiness. When the going gets tough, Stella likes to get going, be that in the ditchling nest in chapter 1 even when you insist that they're not attacking, to just running off at the end of chapter 3. Yes, a lot of it can be explained by what happened to her parents, and the final choices that you get to make (if you find her) revolve around finding out more about that whole thing and her coming to terms with the death of her parents, so she may be turning over a new leaf there. Still, sources say that that is not the case. Those sources, of course, being possibly the centrepiece of the most insane rambling rant I have in me about this game, so buckle up, because I'm talking about...

Wayne

I want to clarify, when I say Wayne, I don't mean the human. When I'm talking about the human, I shall refer to him as Sam. Wayne, is the thing that follows you around, protecting you. They are completely separate entities.

So, after Sam's death, Wayne picked up Sam's rotting corpse and started to puppet it around. It is his way of interacting with the world. I think that he is the main point of the story. He is your father, he is Tabitha's father, he is Sybil's patron (I'll get to that in Sybil's section), he is the reason why the ditchlings are everywhere.

So, let's start with the reason why I think the ditchlings are there. Scarlet Hollow has something going on. Something that is very much tied to, at least in my theory so far, to Sybil and Wayne. Wayne isn't fully in our world, he is interacting with it as much as he can, but I believe that the Wayne we see is less than a finger puppet compared to the actual being he represents. I believe that he is going to be making his way to the world of the game, in his full power, right around the time of the funeral. Such a thing will be an apocalyptic event, and Scarlet Hollow is days away from being the eye of that worldwide storm, so of course the harbingers of doom that are the ditchlings would be appearing there en masse.

Wayne is far more than what we've seen of him, right now, he is confined to the deceased body of Sam, and he has to adhere to some of the laws of the world while at such a tiny fraction of his true power. Even still, we've seen him appear and disappear at will, effortlessly dodge the powerful build, even when also fighting Reese, and obviously, the fight against Reese himself.

Now, we get to some of the weirder stuff. I believe that Wayne still needs a vessel that can hold him. People with such capacity aren't easy to come by, so, over the course of years and years, he made some. It's why the Scarlets, as pointed out in the tea room with Sybil, tend to not really have many men in the family. It's all Wayne, through some eldritch ritual, bringing about Scarlet after Scarlet, until you, finally, the human who has the capacity to serve as his true vessel. That's why Vivian left Scarlet Hollow, she was forced to partake in the ritual, and you were the result of that. The child growing inside of her was going to be possessed by an eldritch abomination and bring about the end of the world, but his followers only really had reach within Scarlet Hollow.

It's why he cares so much about you. The simple answer is that he doesn't care so much about you, he cares about your body being kept safe until he is able to make his way through the veil and take it over. It's why he will threaten Sybil about there being hell to pay if anything else happens to you should you give up the decade of your life to the ghost of Charles Shaw Jr. It's why he wants you to just stay put in the estate when he finds you poking around the mines on Tuesday. Speaking of Sybil...

Sybil

Goes without saying, she's a witch. But, in modern media, a witch is not simply a female wizard (unless you're talking about the Harry Potter universe). A male witch is a warlock, and in modern media, they don't do the whole studious study in order to earnt their magical/mystical prowess, that's a wizard thing. Witches, like Sybil, skip the whole studying thing and go straight to being masters of the arcane by striking deals with supernatural (almost always evil and demonic) beings. The witch serves the patron and the patron allows the witch to have great magical power.

With that established, I already mentioned who her patron is (Wayne), but, with that being the case, she is the one who takes the orders in the relationship. On the magical hierarchy, Wayne is Sybil's direct boss, and if she wants to have the massive power that we sense when we first meet her with the mystical trait, she will do as Wayne tells her, when he tells her. That said, she doesn't want to scare us off by saying anything about Wayne. She knows what he is, she knows his true nature, and I believe that Wayne offered her a seat at the table in his new kingdom if she pulls off summoning him.

The problem is, as you keep asking questions about Wayne, she doesn't know how to calm you down about him other than brushing you off. If you are not in Scarlet Hollow when Wayne is summoned, he won't have a body to possess and his time in that world will be short lived. She knows that he is an eldritch being piloting a corpse like a finger puppet, but it's easier to brush you off when you ask about that than it is to risk scaring you off and away from Wayne and away from Scarlet Hollow. Besides, as long as you're running around playing detective, you're staying in Scarlet Hollow. You want to try and get some kids out of a mine? You want to go have dinner with the jersey devil and his mum? You want to go ghost hunting? You want to go look for Stella after she runs off? Sure. Fine. Not the safest use of your time, and it somewhat puts the body on the line here, but it is better than you digging into and using that energy to figure out what Wayne is and then leave his area of influence before you can become his vessel, since you're obviously not going to listen to him when he tells you to just stay put in the estate. You need breadcrumbs to keep you interested, sure, but the real leads need to be withheld from you until the ritual happens for their plan to have the best shot at bearing fruit.

Sybil gets more complicated though, this is where it gets really dark with her, but I think that she needs to sacrifice her firstborn for the ritual to summon Wayne. It's why she is working so hard to keep Kaneeka in place. I think she killed her husband, probably through poisoning to bring Kaneeka back from veterinary school, then has been using her mind controlling tea on her ever since. And yes, it is certainly the tea. There is a lot that changes depending on whether you drink the tea or not, including whether you can hear dr. Kelly badmouth her in the old x-ray room.

At this point Kaneeka is basically a puppet of Sybil, and I think that part of the ritual to summon Wayne she's going to have to sacrifice Kaneeka. Given how she apparently responds to the knowledge that Mile was in the mines though, I don't think Sybil really cares whether he lives or dies. I think that he's unimportant to the upcoming ritual and Sybil doesn't expect him to last long after said ritual anyway.

Kaneeka

I said a lot of what I have to say about her in Sybil's section, but she is under Sybil's control, she has not actually been sick, she's just gotten a bit too rowdy for Sybil's liking so Sybil has been using her tea to control her and possibly just hide her away under the guise of being sick until it is time for the ritual. They're in the endgame now and Sybil doesn't want to take the chance of Kaneeka making good on her promises to herself now of all times when there isn't enough time to work on preparations for the ritual and a scheme to get Kaneeka back in time again. It's just far easier if Kaneeka thinks she's too sick to get out of bed until it's time to sacrifice her. Meanwhile, the tea in her is actively pushing against her really taking onboard anything weird about her mum. Their relationship is in the gutter and I think if she were able to, Kaneeka would damn near hate her mother at this point, but the tea makes her quick to forgive her mother when she does something that Kaneeka doesn't like.

Coven/Cult

Stepping away from the character centric format for a bit, I want to talk about the coven, the group responsible for the upcoming ritual. I think that that group is lead by Sybil and the head Scarlet has been the right hand of the coven since the Shaws got driven out. Pearlanne has been hanging onto that role since Eddie died, and for some unspecified amount of time has been teaching Tabitha the ropes of what needs to be done. The group is dedicated to and ultimately takes its orders from Wayne, his witch making the more day-to-day decisions, the Scarlets using their power within the town to enact what needs enacting (such as purposefully hiring a bunch of incompetent and lazy individuals who prioritise a bowling night over a murder inquiry for a police force). If you mention the mayor to Tabitha at her hideout house, she even says the quiet part out loud and tells you about him being a dog, saying that the Scarlets hold all of the power in the town.

Honestly, the coven is probably very small, possibly only currently consisting of Tabitha and Sybil at this moment in time, now that Pearlanne is gone.

Pearlanne/Sam

This one is a doozy, but I think that the Scarlet women are forbidden from getting into romantic relationships with men, and the enforcement of this rule lead to Pearlanne's death. Simply put, Tabitha starts dating Sam, Pearlanne finds out, enforces the rules by having Sam killed, and in a fit of rage, Tabitha smothers her mother in her sleep after finding out what she did. It's why Tabitha knows that even though Wayne is possessing Sam's body when you see him on Wednesday night, that's not him; it can't be him, since Pearlanne killed him, and had Pearlanne not done that then Tabitha wouldn't have her mother's blood on her hands.

The ultimate cause of death is the same with being smothered and sleep apnoea (suffocation), and it's not too weird for an old woman to have such a condition that Tabitha can blame it on, especially with the lack of doctor visits that doctor Kelly talks about if you ask her about how well she knows your family. All this to say, it's not that weird that, with a decent poker face, Tabitha can play off her mother's murder as a death by natural causes without raising enough suspicion to warrant anyone looking into it, and while playing with the mystical trait allows you to see her corpse, none of the other traits (I specifically went into my book smarts/mystical playthrough to look for this option) seem to be able to check for signs of foul play, all you can do is ask Reese if he knows how to check that (he doesn't).

At the end of the day though, if my crackpot theories are somehow on point, then all the Scarlet women basically belong to Wayne, he's the only one who is allowed to do anything that might impregnate them, and trying to step in the way of that rule will land you in a shallow grave if you're lucky. Hell, at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if the reason for the landslide that caused the mansion to be leaning over a cliffside was caused by Wayne throwing a fit over and getting retribution for one of the Scarlet girls dating some human guy. Beings like that are not the type who you just tell that they can't have their way. You get a pass because harming you means harming his future vessel.

Tabitha

This one is one that I had a very different opinion about until I realised that I forgot to try something. Originally, I was going to say that Tabitha was for the time being innocent in all of this and was going to be inducted into the cult at or around Pearlanne's funeral, which will probably be when the cat fully comes out of the bag. In fact, I think there may have been some mention of this line of thinking earlier on in the post (this is taking a while to write; I started writing this on 9th March 2024 and it's now the 17th). That changed when I remembered that when Tabitha goes to get the special tea from Sybil, street smart can find a spot to listen to them that is subtle but can't make out more than a few syllables at a time, but keen senses can make out some of the conversation while standing in a very obvious spot until they notice you and switch to whispering. Point is, by using both of those traits on a single character, you can listen to that full conversation. Bottom line is that Tabitha lies to you when she talks about it being tea to help her sleep. If you have played through the game before, specifically with the speak with animals trait, and followed the sidequest on that one, you can piece together (out of game) that they're talking about the goat.

This put a bit of a wrench in what I had in mind, but okay. Turns out that Tabitha was the one who brought the goat over to the greenhouse (I thought that it was pastor Daniel since he also matches the description given by the goat, he can speak to animals and he owns a farm; my line of reasoning was that the good pastor heard the goat say something that disturbed him so he took it off of his farm and locked it away in the greenhouse so that it wouldn't just wander right back, or something, I couldn't figure out his long term plan on that, but maybe he was just stalling while he figured out what to do with Goat). With this new information about Tabitha being responsible for Goat being in the greenhouse though, it makes it seem more like Tabitha has been doing some ritualistic things already. This conversation alone, in my mind, shifts the blame of pastor Daniel's curse (the reason why everyone in town outside of his family, even the friendliest of people just instinctively hates him without an actual reason that they can state) from Sybil to Tabitha. Perhaps religion is seen as an annoying distraction by Tabitha, perhaps Wayne doesn't want the competition.

This does beg the question of why Tabitha would insist on fleeing from Wayne when you're in the ghost's visions on Wednesday together. I think that it's a mix of a few factors; the first being that he's using Sam's body whenever he interacts with you in physical form, which she can't stand to look at given the history, the second is that she doesn't recognise him for who he is when you see him in there, the third is that even if she knew who he was off the bat, she's in a similar position as Sybil and doesn't want to accidentally end up telling you more than she's meant to about him while you can still potentially flee town, and finally, the fact that this is a relatively new form of his and that he may have been showing up to Tabitha and Sybil in a very different manner up until now.

Wrap up

This whole post is a mess, I thought that splitting it up based on characters would help keep things clear, but given how intertwined the characters all are with one another in a game like this, the threads are still criss-crossing with one another all over the place, since I couldn't get into the weeds of talking about one character without some serious establishment of the ideas that I have surrounding a completely different character.

I have a strong feeling that I missed some things, hell, there are even some other points that I wanted to address in detail but I've had enough of writing this for now, and I'm starting to lose track of what I've written and what I haven't written, which really isn't helping. I know that I didn't address my thoughts on:

I think Avery might possibly be some kind of angel or opposite of whatever Wayne is

Avery hasn't been in human form for very long and the novelty of human experiences hasn't worn off for them yet, hence the weird things that they want to experience

Gretchen would often be taken with Stella to the estate when Tabitha and Stella were dating, but the very different personalities led to Gretchen trying to befriend Frou-Frou, who hates being approached, leading to her possibly attacking Gretchen on multiple occasions, hence their distain for one another

Tulip has a stronger version of the talk with animals trait (like how Sybil has a stronger version of the mystical trait) that allows her to talk with ditchlings and/or plants, and that's who's been leading her to tetanus lake

Anyway, thanks for coming to my PepeSilvie Talk

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sarahscribbles · 2 years

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Dancing With The Devil || Part Two

Summary: You've burned for him for centuries, but you know he sees you as nothing more than a prize to claim. Still, you play his game of teasing and innuendo, but never give in to how badly you crave him. That is until an innocent smell of a flower on Midsummer leaves you with no other choice.

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst if you squint

Loki x f!reader

Word count: 8k

Part One Loki Masterlist

It was hot.

Far too hot.

Sitting at one of the small round tables scattered around the courtyard, Astrid loyally back at your side, you felt like you would wilt under the intense heat of the sun. Your skin felt as though a hundred tiny fires had been set ablaze under each individual pore and no amount of waving your silk fan brought any kind of relief. Astrid, for her part, seemed unfazed by the heat, eagerly watching the crowds of people pass by you both.

“It’s rather hot, isn’t it?” You all but panted, waving your fan that little bit harder.

The girl turned to you, eyebrows briefly tugging together. “It’s no hotter than usual, my lady. Cooler than this morning even. Are you feeling well?” She asked, laying a gentle hand on your arm, but retracting it instantly at the heat of your skin. “My lady! You’re burning up! Are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable in the shade?” her eyes were wide with concern.

Stubbornly, you batted her off. “I’ve overexerted myself today, that’s all. I’ll be fine in a moment,” you replied. While Astrid hadn’t told you directly, you were aware she had a beau in Odin’s court, a handsome young boy named Leif that she so rarely got to see and who was hovering out of view somewhere in the courtyard. You refused to rob her of this chance to see him due to nothing but your own discomfort.

In a weak attempt to distract yourself from the burgeoning heat, you cast your eyes around the courtyard. The array of colourful stalls were still thronged with people, the aroma of freshly baked pastry wafting through the air from your right. Never had you smelled Skolebrød so intense. Across the way, your eyes found Loki, a wine goblet held idly in his hand while he spoke with one of the visiting nobility. Instantly, a rush of heat pooled between your legs, giving way to an unmistakably familiar ache. Had you always been this attracted to him? You couldn’t tear your eyes from how his royal attire accentuated his lithe frame, imagining how his slender muscles must look beneath all that green and gold, how his skin would feel beneath your fingertips. When he turned a fraction and you caught the briefest flash of bare chest through the slight parting in his tunic, your hands balled into fists. How badly you wanted to rip his clothes from his body, trail hot kisses down his chest, feel the heavy, solid weight of him moving on top of you.

Norns, when had your innocent attraction to him turned into this? You felt like you would go half mad with how badly you were aching for him.

As though he felt your lustful gaze, Loki turned in your direction, giving you a quick wink when he caught your eye. It was almost your undoing. You bit down firmly on your cheek and curled your toes inside your heels to prevent the wanton moan that had threatened to escape you. Never had you wanted anyone as desperately as you now wanted Loki.

“My lady, are you sure you’re feeling well?” Astrid spoke from your side. You hadn’t realised how tightly your fists were balled on the table or how heavily you were breathing.

You quickly relaxed your hands. “I’m fine, but I feel you were right. I think I need some time in the shade. The sun is beginning to make me feel a little ill.” You told her, beginning to gather your skirt and stand from the little table.

Astrid’s face fell. “Oh. Of course, my lady. Let me just gather -”

“You don’t need to accompany me, my dear,” you interrupted her. “Leif has been making eyes at you this whole time. Why don’t you go and be with him? I think you’ve earned a little fun.” You patted her cheek gently, feeling it heat up instantly at the mention of her beaux.

Bashfully, she looked down at her hands, but you could see plainly the tiny smile already on her face. “Only if you’re sure, my lady. I’m supposed to stay with you.”

You gave a small “tsk” in response to her concern. “What my parents don’t know can’t hurt them. Go, before I change my mind,” you teased kindly.

“Thank you, my lady!” she replied brightly, her face lighting up. Eagerly, she rushed towards the fountain in the centre of the courtyard, your apparent illness quickly forgotten in the arms of her beaux.

An illness it had to be, you were all but certain. Making your way through the courtyard in search of some dark, quiet alcove, you felt as though a fierce flame had been lit inside you, flickering mercilessly and providing no opportunity for relief. The crowds were too loud, the smells too intense, the colours too bright. All this was in tandem with the unrelenting ache between your legs and the overwhelming need to have Loki on top of you, underneath you, inside you, whatever way you could have him. How sweet it would feel to have his warm mouth between your legs, his skilled tongue seeing to the throbbing in your core. How satisfying it would feel to have his large hands caress your body, his hungry lips press to your skin…

Your hand hit stone as you stopped suddenly to steady yourself, the ground beneath your feet beginning to sway like the waters of the Ifing. With every thought of Loki, how his body would feel moving against yours, how he would sound as he took his pleasure from you, your head began to swim and the throbbing in your core became all the more persistent. Brazenly, you considered finding some secluded corner and tending to the ache yourself, but something in your overstimulated brain clicked into place like the final piece of a puzzle.

Loki.

It was well known throughout Asgard that he had a tendency for mischief, a tendency made all the worse by his aptitude for magic. He had been standing close to you at the flower stall, close enough to cast a spell without your notice, a spell that he likely intended to be harmless, but would act as a means of playful payback for your refusal to give in to him. Only it wasn’t harmless and something had clearly gone wrong to make you feel like some sort of wild animal in heat. It was the only explanation your muddled brain could conceive and it had Loki’s mischief written all over it. You would have his head for this.

On legs that were threatening to give out from under you, you turned back in the direction you had come from. Once through the gilded stone arch that led back through to the courtyard, it didn’t take long to spot Loki still in the crowd, the sight of him making something in your lower stomach tighten and, to your disgust, you realised you were wet. As steadily as you could, you made your way to where he was still talking with one of the nobles, hovering at the edge of the conversation and desperately trying to ignore how the fire inside you raged harder, how the ache between your legs throbbed stronger the closer you got to him.

“Pardon me the interruption, Your Highness, My Lord,” you said with feigned sweetness, resisting the almost uncontrollable urge to rip Loki’s tunic from his body. “Would I be able to steal the Prince for a moment? It’s quite urgent.” If Loki noticed the strain in your voice, he hid it well.

His eyes travelled over you slowly, likely taking in your flustered appearance and the not-so-subtle heave of your chest. “A delight talking to you as always, My Lord, but it would appear I’m needed elsewhere.” He said to the man in front, giving a slight bow of his head and attempting to take your arm, but, like Astrid had done, all but jumping back at the touch. “Your skin is on fire!” he exclaimed, sounding so genuine in his surprise it almost had you fooled.

“Don’t act as if you’re surprised, Your Highness,” you all but spat his title back at him. As gracefully as you could given the ceaseless ache between your legs, you marched back through the crowd. “This is a new low even for you, Loki. I feel like I need to rip my skin off,” you shouted over your shoulder, catching a brief second of his brow creasing in confusion.

When you reached the dark little alcove, where the busy chattering of the gathered crowds became nothing but a faint rumble in the distance, you grabbed Loki’s arm, flinging him hard against the wall. You instantly wanted to shake him when he gave you a smug little grin. “Lift your magic, Loki!” you yelled, voice echoing off the heavy stone.

He only frowned at you. “What magic? What in the Norns are you talking about?”

You all but growled at him. “Whatever it was you did to me by the flower stall! I’m not simple, Loki!” It was impossible to hide the strain in your voice now, and equally impossible to ignore the fire that had risen to a searing crescendo between your legs. Either Loki had to lift his magic or he had to take you against the wall. You knew which was more likely to happen. “Please, Loki, I am begging you. I can’t take this much longer,” you had resorted to begging, tears springing to your eyes in desperation. The fire under your skin was too much, the ache between your legs too intense.

The look he gave you in return was so gentle it almost had you turn away. “I cast no spell on you,” he said softly. “I would never…,” he trailed off, eyes brushing over you, brows knitting together again. “This happened after the flower stall?” he asked. He leaned back against the wall, arms folded over his chest, one slim ankle crossed over the other. The smug little grin crossed his face again. “While I’ll grant you it does have my signature attempts to cause trouble written all over it, I assure you that, for a change, I’m wholly innocent.”

The groan that escaped you sounded close to a whine, the ache and burning between your legs having your fingers twitch with need to take care of it. But if Loki wasn’t responsible, then you were clearly suffering from some kind of malady. “I need to see a healer. Will you take me to one? Please? I can’t take this,” you begged him.

He never moved from the wall, only studied you quietly for a few more agonising moments. You could have killed him when you saw the smirk on his face grow. “I don’t believe you would want a healer treating this particular…ah…malady,” he said cryptically.

You sucked in a breath to keep yourself from rounding on him. “By all means, Your Highness, please do tell what it is I need then, seeing as I couldn’t possibly understand better than you!”

Loki remained unfazed by your sarcasm, his face as placid and calm as ever. “You feel hot, yes? Unbearably so?”

“Yes. Like a fire is raging under my skin,” you confirmed.

“Are you overstimulated? Were the crowds too loud? The sun too bright?” he continued questioning.

You gazed at him, confused. “Yes. How do you -”

“And you feel,” he interrupted, the smirk on his face only growing wider, “like you…need to be fucked?” he asked crudely.

If it was possible, your cheeks began to burn hotter at how he could so clearly tell that you were aching. “Well, for want of a better phrase, yes,” you admitted quickly, feeling as though you could die from the embarrassment.

Loki pushed himself off the wall, stalking towards you slowly. You almost let out a whimper as your cunt clenched. “My dear, the only thing wrong with you is that you are aroused. Incredibly aroused, likely beyond anything you’ve experienced before,” he said confidently, but leaving you no less confused.

“Aroused? What in the Norns am I aroused by? I’ve done nothing but walk around the palace and enjoy the sun!” you shot back, unwilling to believe what he was saying. Likely, it was nothing more than one of his tricks.

He stopped a few feet from you, looking at you with something close to sympathy on his stupidly perfect face. “At the flower stall, you lifted the glass from one sitting on a dias - ”

“What, are you trying to imply I got aroused by the flowers? Like some sort of pervert?” you accused him before he could finish his sentence.

The corners of his mouth twitched in a faint smile. “If you had let me finish, I would have told you that that particular flower is called Devil’s Breath and it’s found exclusively on Alfheim,” he explained calmly, though you were none the wiser as to why.

You were burning uncontrollably, almost pushing him back to the wall and begging him to relieve your ache himself. “Yes, thank you for the botany lesson, Loki, but that doesn’t exactly help with anything,” you threw back at him.

Immediately, you saw his eyes light up with mischief. “You’ve truly never heard of Devil’s Breath?” he asked, his voice taking on a tone that almost had you shivering. You shook your head. “It’s a rather famous plant,” he went on. “It was used in the Alfheim of old when love matches in the royal family were generally unheard of. It was used to encourage them to…breed. They were fanatical about continuing the royal bloodline.”

You could only stare at him, words failing you at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation you were in. “Are you honestly saying that all that is wrong with me is that…,” you were too humiliated to even voice it.

“Is that you’re simply unbelievably aroused? Yes,” he finished for you, the dark look in his eyes making your cunt clench against your will.

“What do I…how do I…fix it?” You asked, fingers curling and uncurling at how unrelenting your arousal was becoming.

Loki smiled impishly at you. “To put it bluntly, the only way to relieve the ache is to have sex with the first person you set eyes on after smelling the flower. It’s why it’s commonly left in the chambers of married couples, so the pair can think of only each other.”

In your chest, your heart began to hammer wildly, from the realisation of Loki’s words or another side effect of Devil’s Breath you weren’t sure. You swallowed thickly. “The first person I saw was you,” you said, voice sounding raspy.

“It was.” Loki replied, taking a few steps closer to close the distance between you both. It took all your strength not to reach out and clamp him to you, to run your hands over his firm chest and feel the solidness of his body against yours. “I’m more than happy to help you out, sweet.” He purred, brushing his index finger over your cheek. You couldn’t contain a whimper at how heavenly his touch felt.

It was wrong. It was so wrong. Yes, you had pined after this man for centuries, imagined how it would feel to be his in every sense of the word, but to allow him this would mean you lost all allure to him. He had chased you because you were untouchable, because you refused to submit to his advances, always leaving him wanting you more. To do this now would dull all the sparkle you held in his eyes, making you nothing more than another notch in his bedpost.

And yet you yielded.

“Please, Loki,” your voice was little more than a whisper, eyes fluttering closed as his thumb replaced his finger on your cheek.

“I won’t make you beg. Not yet, anyway.” He murmured wickedly, answering your plea with a gentle press of his lips to your cheek. “Sit up on the archway.”

With Loki’s hands on your waist, you eased onto the archway, the cold stone beneath your gown providing a small welcome relief to the heat coursing through you. He stood unmoving before you, his eyes fixed on yours with such intensity it was almost impossible to hold his gaze.

“If this gets too much for you, you tell me to stop. Understood?” he said with gentle firmness, his thumbs tracing soft circles against your waist.

You nodded your understanding quickly, already knowing that it wouldn’t be too much, it could never be too much. You had wanted this man long before Devil’s Breath. You would want him long after, no matter how things ended.

Without a word, he leaned in to begin kissing your neck. You had expected him to be coarse, rough, demanding, but his lips against your skin were soft, gentle, as though you were a deity he had waited centuries to worship. You gripped his shoulders, emitting a soft moan at the sensation of his teeth lightly nipping your skin. How had you denied yourself this for so long?

“You’re sweeter than I ever could have imagined, pet.” He rumbled against your sternum, sucking one final bruise into your skin. With widened eyes you watched as he then sank to his knees before you, carefully lifting your skirts until they sat bunched at your waist and exposing your legs to the soothing cool air. “Does this help? Having your prince on his knees for you?” he asked playfully from between your legs.

You were sure he could practically feel the dull throbbing of your cunt, but even with how wound up you were, you refused to stroke his ego. “It would help a lot more if he did something other than stare at my waist,” you said, trying, and failing, to sound sharp.

You heard him laugh softly. “Something like this?” He asked, and pressed a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh, his teeth gently sinking into the soft skin.

Instantly, your fingers curled against the stone, the sharp pain a delicious contrast to the sparks of pleasure he was sending shooting through you, and if that was how good his mouth felt on your thigh, you could only imagine….

Your cunt clenched. Hard. “It’s not a bad start, but I could-”

Loki interrupted you by placing another kiss on your thigh, this one decidedly further north, making you release a frustrated whimper, your hips lifting off the stone almost of their own free will. Again and again, he pressed his lips to your skin, sucking bruise after bruise into your thigh. Once he was satisfied with his work, he switched to the other thigh, lightly tracing his finger over the marks he had just left.

“Loki…” you whined out as he continued, making no attempt to move any closer.

“What is it, my dear? Is this not enough?” he teased you.

You rolled your hips desperately against the stone, the action making him smirk. “Please.”

“Please, what?” He asked, gently pushing your legs a little wider. “How am I meant to give you this favour if you don’t tell me what you want?”

In any other instance, or any other circumstance, you would have snapped back something scathing. As it was, the sweat beginning to form along your hairline and the clamminess of your palms quickly told you that you didn’t have time to argue. Either you gave Loki what he wanted, or your arousal was about to reach new heights of unbearable.

“Please touch me,” your voice was a high-pitched whine in your throat, the arousal unmistakable.

Loki gave another sharp bite to your thigh, making one of your hands fly to his hair, curling into the inky black strands at the base of his neck. “You only had to ask, sweet girl.” He murmured against your thigh, swiping his tongue soothingly over your skin. You felt him run his finger over your cunt through the material of your underwear, the featherlight touch being enough to send another jolt of pleasure through you. “Lace,” he commented simply. Your head jerked forward in time to see the way he smirked up at you. “Are you sure you didn’t plan all this?”

Before you could shoot back a retort, he had pulled your underwear to the side, easily slipping two slim fingers inside you. The rapidness of his action causing a breathy “Ohh” to escape you while your fingers curled further into his hair. The sensation of his fingers expertly sliding and scissoring inside you was like nothing you had ever experienced, and you doubted anything would compare to it again. Like almost everyone, you had heard the tales of Loki’s…talent in the bedroom, but you had been sure they must be over exaggerating. Now, though, you could see they weren’t.

“Oh, god,” the plea fell from your lips as your head fell back, almost lost to how divine his touch felt.

“Mmm, so wet and ready,” he spoke lowly. “If only it was because of me and not some flower,” he was teasing, but there was something else in his voice, something that sounded close to longing.

“It’s always because of you,” you said, eyes instantly snapping back open. What had caused you to admit that?

Loki’s fingers faltered for a millisecond inside you, but otherwise, he displayed no reaction. “Is that so?” he said simply. Perhaps he believed it was only the effects of Devil’s Breath on your brain, but his fingers began to pick up speed, pumping in and out and curling up expertly inside you.

You couldn't help but cry out, the sharp sound of it reverberating piercingly around the empty space. His touch was heavenly, hitting everywhere you needed him to, but it wasn’t enough. “Need…more,” you groaned.

“More?” Loki grinned wickedly at you. “What more could you need?”

The punishing pace his fingers had taken on inside you almost had you speechless, face frozen in a small “o” as he continued working his magic. “Your mouth. I need…your mouth,” you admitted quickly, any lingering feelings of shame having long since left you.

“Of course,” Loki agreed much too quickly for your liking. He pressed his lips back to your thigh, all the while his fingers kept up the same brutal pace.

“N…No!” you stuttered out, weakly trying to push his mouth towards your cunt. He didn’t budge.

“No?” he repeated, continuing to suck yet another mark into your skin.

Curling your fingers tighter in his hair, you groaned in frustration. He was going to make you beg for every single thing you wanted him to do. “Please…fuck me…with your mouth,” you gasped between each pump of his fingers.

His fingers came to a sudden stop, making you whine and roll your hips at the loss of friction. “I know,” he crooned. “And just when it was starting to feel so good.” Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, and with a faint flash of green light, your underwear was gone, leaving you fully open and exposed to him. “Aren’t you just a sin, spread out so prettily for me,” he said huskily. Your cunt clenched around nothing.

Without any warning, his tongue was suddenly flat against your clit. You cried out and, acting almost on instinct, threw one leg over his shoulder, your heel digging into his back in a silent plea to move closer. His tongue moved slowly, languidly, like he wished to spend eternity between your thighs. The lewd sounds he made against your cunt had you rolling your hips, until his firm hands slid up your thighs to hold you in place, effectively immobilising you against his torture.

He felt so heavenly between your legs, but his leisurely pace was doing nothing to soothe your ache. It had barely quelled it. “I need you…to go faster…please,” you gasped out, fingers twisting in his hair. Loki hummed between your legs but kept up the same slow motions. “Loki, please. It’s…it’s not enough.” His only response was pressing down gently on your hip bones. Just when you felt you would cry at the desperate need for more, he picked up his pace, his teasing little circles becoming firm, swirling strokes.

A guttural groan escaped you, your fingers fisting in his hair in a vain attempt to push him closer, to make him keep doing what he was doing. Expertly, he continued lapping at your cunt, keeping the perfect pace and rhythm to have the coil in your stomach begin to wind. Your free hand clamped to the base of his neck, holding him in place, holding him exactly where you needed him to stay.

You were so caught up in the feeling of his warm, wet tongue against your clit that you were caught completely off guard when two fingers plunged back inside you, skillfully curling up and finding the sweet spot at your centre. Easy praise and pleas fell from your lips as he matched each pump of his fingers with the swirls and sucks of his tongue, and soon the coil deep inside you was wound tight.

“Loki…I’m so…I’m so close…I’m gonna,” your eyes fluttered closed, walls clenching around his mouth and head tipping back as he pushed you over the edge. His free hand snaked around your hips to push you more firmly against him while you rode out your orgasm. Tears quickly pricked in your eyes at the sheer intensity of your climax, one that had you brazenly rolling your hips against his mouth and fingers. It wracked your body for so long, and with such power, you knew Loki had ruined you for any future lovers.

When you finally came down from your high, chest heaving and heart racing, Loki gave one last lewd suck of your clit, delighting in how the sensitivity made you cry out. “Better?” he asked, his voice dripping with fake concern.

You peered down at him still between your legs, his green eyes blown wide. The blessed relief that your climax had granted you lasted mere seconds and your cunt was almost instantly pulsing with need again, the heat beneath your skin now threatening to engulf you in a fiery rage.

“No,” you whined pathetically. “I’m still burning.”

Pushing your leg off his shoulder, Loki stood in front of you, resting his hands against your waist. He was so close you could smell the scent of his soap, see the beginnings of the small smattering of hair on his chest. You gave in to your desire, fingers quickly sliding underneath his tunic until your hands rested flat on his stomach and ran up the planes of his chest. He felt…perfect. You felt the muscles in his stomach flex, saw how his eyes briefly fluttered closed, heard his sharp intake of breath when your hands came into contact with his skin. Unable to help yourself, you fell forwards until your lips met the skin of his collarbone, peppering hungry kisses across the length of his sternum.

“Still burning?” He asked, his hands gripping your waist tighter with every kiss you placed on him. “Whatever are we to do?”

You went still, pulling back to look at him and searching his eyes intently. “You knew this would happen?” You accused him, pulling one hand from under his tunic to wipe away the growing sweat on your forehead.

Loki shrugged lightly. “I might have known that the only cure for your malady is to be fucked properly.”

“So you purposefully made it worse?” you threw back.

He grinned sinfully at you. “I had to warm you up first.”

Your cunt clenched at his words, at what he was so clearly alluding to. The one thing you swore you would never let him do because, ultimately, it would mean losing him. You were slick, though. The relentless ache of your arousal was positively dripping down your bare thighs, something Loki had ensured. You wrapped your legs around his hips, despite it being impossible to pull him any closer. His hardness strained against the leather of his trousers, long and firm and brushing torturously against the blazing heat of your cunt. You throbbed for him, longing to feel him ease inside you.

As though he had read your mind, he rolled his hips against your core, the delicious sensation of friction drawing a stuttered gasp from your lips and making your legs clamp tighter around him. “Are you aching, pet? Do you need something in that pretty little cunt?” Loki asked, his voice dripping with feigned concern. Your eyes fluttered closed in expectation of feeling him free himself and slide blissfully into your soaked cunt, but he remained still. “Touch yourself,” he murmured in your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.

Then his words registered in your lust-addled brain.

“But…that won’t…that will make it worse,” you said, almost ashamed at how desperate you sounded. After centuries of being the one in control, of keeping him dangling off your hook, here you were aching for him to fuck you.

“It will,” he agreed, the tip of his nose tracing your cheek, “but you’ve spent the past few centuries frustratingly evading my advances, refusing to let me touch you. How am I to know how to touch you if you don’t show me?” He closed his fingers around your wrist and placed your hand between your legs. You could feel the heat of your arousal hit your skin.

You wanted to refuse, to fight, to provoke him into fucking you the way you desperately needed and the way you knew he badly wanted to, but your fingers obeyed him almost blindly and slipped between your soaked folds. The wet, sloppy sound was obscene, feeling like it filled the still quiet of the alcove, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Tiny sparks of pleasure began to shoot through you and Loki’s eyes, almost black with desire, watched every swipe of your fingers.

Eagerly, you continued to stroke yourself, the heightened arousal courtesy of Devil’s Breath making the coil in your lower stomach quickly begin to wind again. Through half-lidded eyes you saw Loki set his jaw, saw how he wet his lips, and felt him place his cool hands on your thighs. With every stroke of your cunt you could feel your orgasm build and soon your breathing was coming in short, sharp pants as you felt the edge approach.

“Open your eyes,” Loki told you. You didn’t remember closing them. “I want you to look at me when you come.” His voice was strong and firm and laced with obvious arousal.

Like before, you obeyed him easily, your eyes snapping open to meet his lust-blown green ones. The way he gazed at you with so much hunger, so much desire, was all it took for the coil in you to finally snap. You held his gaze as your climax tore through you, feeling his hands tighten around your thighs as it did, something that only added to the intensity of the pleasure. Your moans reverberated off the heavy stone, sounding lewd even to your own ears, but so intense was your orgasm you couldn’t contain them.

“I’m sure I’ve just seen Valhalla,” Loki rasped as you came down from your high, his eyes still locked with yours.

You finally allowed your own to flutter closed, focusing on the heave of your chest and waiting, waiting to see if perhaps…

A soft sob escaped you as the burning between your legs resumed almost instantly. You had been granted all of ten seconds of relief. “It’s so much worse,” you whimpered, your hand falling limply away from your cunt.

Loki moved closer to you, his hands caressing the outside of your thighs. “Poor thing,” he said, easily returning to taunting you. “What is it you need, sweet?” He asked mockingly, leaning in to nibble your earlobe.

“I need you, Loki,” you breathed out against his neck.

“I’m right here,” he responded, sinking his teeth into your earlobe again. You let out a puff of air, hearing him laugh gently in your ear. “Tell me what you really need.”

Despite the blistering arousal setting you aflame, you hesitated, the familiar pang of anguish reverberating around your chest. To do this, to let him take you, would mean you lose him. He would conquer you, like he had so many before you, like he had wanted to for centuries, and toss you aside like a toy he had grown bored of. You weren’t ready to lose him, not when he had come to define your life so substantially, but you had little other option. Either you let him have you and lose him, or you told him no and let your arousal make you take leave of your senses.

“I need…your cock.” You all but whined, turning your face into his cheek. You could see the sheen of sweat forming on his own skin.

He pressed his thumb to your clit, tracing slow, agonising circles that made you cry out and arch into him. “Demanding, aren’t you?” He teased, pressing another gentle kiss to your cheek. “Why should I give you my cock?”

“Because…because it would…ah…make me feel good,” you managed to force out as he circled your clit faster.

“Mmm, I know.” He replied cockily, grazing his lips along your collarbone. You sighed, tilting your neck to give him better access. “I’d like to hear you beg for it.” He purred, sinking his teeth in your skin once again.

You gripped his shoulder like a vice, frustration and blazing desire flowing hotly through your blood. “Loki…,” you whimpered, almost lost in the waves of pleasure beginning to build under his thumb.

Sensing that you were beginning to enjoy yourself too much, he once again stopped touching you. You let out a strangled sob, so desperately needing further release. “I asked you to beg, sweet.” He pulled back to look at you, lust-blown eyes locking with yours. “Or would you rather stay all hot and bothered?” he taunted, a wicked smirk on his face.

The last of your pride left you, your hands drifting from his shoulders to the bulge at the front of his trousers. You watched how he fought to suppress a groan. “Please give me your cock, Loki.” You begged, your empty cunt clenching hard. “Please…please fuck me.” Your fingers worked nimbly at his laces, itching to feel his hardness slide blessedly into your soaked folds.

Loki, though, stilled your hands with his own, preventing you from freeing him any further. “I think you can do better than that,” he continued to taunt you, holding your wrists loosely in his hands.

You gave a strangled whimper, almost dizzy with need and frustration. Your legs, still locked around his waist, tried to pull him closer, to convey how wildly you needed him. He didn’t move an inch. “I need you inside me…please. I need your cock, I need you to fuck me, I need you, Loki,” you rambled pleadingly, surprised at your ability to still form a coherent sentence.

Loki chuckled, low and mischievously. “I told you that you’d give in eventually, sweet.” He teased, releasing your hands to finally untie his laces and free himself.

“Not by choice,” you spat back haughtily.

“Aroused beyond belief and still you act like a little spitfire,” he purred. “Maybe I should make you beg a little more?”

A retort sparked on the tip of your tongue, ready to fire, but swiftly fizzled out at the realisation that he really would prolong your torture. Already you felt like you couldn’t take it much longer, like you would soon perish from the raging inferno that had consumed you all afternoon.

And you knew how much Loki loved to tease.

“Please, Loki. I need you to fuck me,” you pleaded again, turning big desperate eyes on him. Your desire for him was pulsing in your blood, threatening to consume you alongside the smoldering heat beneath your skin.

He only smiled, one that was neither mischievous nor soft, and leaned in to place another gentle kiss on your cheek. “You remember what I said? If this becomes too much, you tell me to stop.”

You nodded quickly, cunt clenching in anticipation as he reached between you both and finally freed himself. Teasingly, he rubbed his cock through your dripping folds, soaking himself in your essence and drawing a strangled groan from your throat. Big. He felt big, making you shiver with a frantic need to have him fill you to the brim. Gloriously, he finally pushed his tip through your dripping entrance, and you dug your nails into the soft skin at the back of his neck, hotly anticipating the heavenly slide in, but he stopped, causing you to shamelessly roll your hips against him.

“More?” he asked, grinning wickedly.

“More, please!” you half screamed at him.

Laughing quietly at your eagerness, he slowly eased himself inside you until his cock was fully sheathed in your cunt. He was big, stretching and filling you gloriously and when you clenched around him, the moan that tumbled from his lips was sinful.

“Is this alright?” he asked, with clear concern in his voice.

“It would be a lot better if you started to move.” You cried, rolling your hips once more for emphasis.

Loki grinned at you. “Must you always be so demanding?” He asked, snapping his hips back and into you in one fluid movement, making you cry out and curl your fingers in his hair.

“Must you always…be such an ass!” you replied, the final word coming out as a shriek as he slid out and slammed back into you again.

“Do you want me to stop?” He threatened, leaning in to nip at your neck.

“Don’t you dare,” you said, tightening your hold around his shoulders.

He laughed softly again, all the while beginning to move in slow, measured thrusts in and out of you, giving you time to adjust to his size. When he was finally comfortable, you felt him pick up speed, perfectly hitting the sweet spot inside you. He looped one arm around your back to pull you closer and with the other hiked your leg further up his waist. You couldn’t have spoken even if you had wanted to, left speechless with just how good his cock felt thrusting in and out of you. The air of the alcove was filled with a mix of the wet, messy sounds of your sex and the moans that fell freely from both your lip, each one that slipped from Loki pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Has anyone…ever…made you feel this good?” he asked between firm thrusts that hit the sweet spot inside you again and again.

“N…no,” you answered truthfully, a sharp whine of pleasure following suit as he peppered kisses along your jaw. No one, man or woman, had come close to making you feel the ecstasy that he was making you feel. It was bittersweet, almost, that giving in to the man you had burned for for centuries would be the first and last time you had him. Loki would fuck you, he would make you come and counteract the effects of Devil’s Breath, and likely toss you aside before you could even catch your breath. “Please…harder,” you pleaded, fighting to keep your voice steady, to prevent him from hearing how your heart was already beginning to break.

“Good girl,” Loki praised you, beginning to thrust even more wildly into you. “You’re…you’re taking me…so well.” His own chest was heaving against yours as he let go of your leg to instead begin circling your clit once more, the tiny action having you jerk against him.

It was as though someone had taken a match to a firework and each snap of Loki’s hips was making the string sizzle shorter and shorter, pushing you steadily towards explosion. The pounding of his cock in and out of you had your orgasm build with unparalleled intensity and you clasped his shoulders like he was a life raft saving you from a choppy sea. His name was the only sound your mouth could form, falling from your lips like a chant, like a prayer that could grant you your salvation.

“Come for me, sweet,” he encouraged you, his voice thick with how valiantly he was fighting his own release.

It was all you needed to topple over. The climax that ripped through you was more forceful, more powerful, than your previous two combined, knocking the breath from your lungs and making you see entire galaxies behind your eyes. Silently, you thanked the Norns for the seclusion of the alcove as the scream that left your lips could have woken the dead. Your head fell onto his shoulder, hips rutting wantonly as you chased every ounce of pleasure his cock was bringing you. You clutched him to you as he chased his own release, his hips thrusting erratically into you, your name on his lips when he finally came undone, spilling hot ropes of his cum deep inside you and filling you with warmth. His hips slowly came to a stuttering halt, his breath warm and heavy on your neck as he came down from his high.

When the last waves of your own pleasure finally ebbed away, you could scarcely find comfort in the soothing balm of relief that followed in its wake. Your burning desire had only been replaced by a thousand tiny cuts that threatened to shred your heart, and, suddenly, the air in the alcove was crushingly cold.

You had lost him.

You continued to cling to him in your arms, burying your face into his neck as tears burned at the back of your eyes. It was bittersweet; you had gotten what you had desired so intensely for centuries only to lose it at the same time. You pulled him closer, breathing him in and committing to memory the trace of his soap and the musky scent that was uniquely his, as well as the way his hand rubbed soothing circles on your back.

“Better?” Loki murmured, his voice as soft as a summer breeze in your ear. It made your heart pang with grief.

Still buried in his neck, all you could do was nod, not trusting your voice to be steady if you tried to speak. You swore you felt him press his lips to your hair but ultimately refused to believe that he would ever again be so tender towards you now that he had gotten what he wanted. He began to pull back and you reluctantly removed your arms from around his shoulders, taking advantage of his distraction at tucking himself away to brush away the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks, determined that he would never know just how your heart was breaking.

It was Loki, though, and you should have realised long before now that nothing escaped his keen observation.

When his eyes returned to yours, they were wide with alarm, a brief trace of panic clouding his handsome face. “Did I hurt you?” He asked, his hands flying back to hold your waist.

You almost crumbled at the tender way he held your eyes, knowing that, in a few short minutes, the spell would break and you be just another name on his long list of lovers, another conquest to boast of at feasts and festivals. Forcing a smile, you shook your head. “No,” you answered, your voice shaking so violently on one simple word that it was all you could muster.

The alarm in his eyes melted to confusion, a small crease forming between his brows. “Then what…” he trailed off, emerald eyes searching your own for answers.

“It’s nothing,” you said, voice thick. “You helped me out, you’ve done what you’ve wanted to do for centuries, so now we can both move on and move past it.” You pushed down your skirts and tried to move Loki aside so you could slide off the arch and find some secluded corner to start tending to your broken heart, but he held you firm, the heels of his hands pressing against your waist and preventing you from moving.

“What do you mean I’ve done what I’ve wanted to do for centuries? Do you think I planned all this?” he asked, a slight edge creeping into his voice.

“No!” you answered quickly, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him, to cup his cheek in your hand. “I only mean you’ve wanted this, me, for centuries. I’m not simple, Loki, I know you view me as nothing more than another conquest. I’ve kept you dangling for centuries and now that you’ve had me you’ll toss me aside. It’s…it’s alright,” you said, voice wavering pathetically.

It wasn’t alright. It was so far from being alright, but you weren’t about to beg him to love you, to stay with you; you still had some pride. Loki not loving you would not stop your world from turning. Eventually, the sharp, stinging wounds would one day fade to a dull ache. You may not get over it, but you would get through it.

“Is that truly what you think?” he asked, obvious hurt flashing across his face and seeping into his voice. Immediately, you wanted to take it back. You’d live quietly with the ache if it meant you didn’t cause him any pain.

“Well, isn’t it true?” you asked, despising how your lower lip had begun to tremble at the effort of keeping your tears at bay. You would not cry.

“You are daft,” he said, though not unkindly. “In what realm, in what universe, would I so persistently chase after a woman I viewed as nothing more than a conquest? My darling, I have loved you for centuries, but you have kept me determinedly at arm's length.”

I have loved you for centuries.

The words set off an explosion of fireworks in your chest, warmth seeping through you from head to toe, like being wrapped in your warmest blanket on a cold winter’s day. He loved you, Loki loved you, something you would have seen so much sooner had it not been for your stubbornness.

You let out a watery laugh, a tear rolling down your cheek that he easily caught with his thumb. “I thought…I thought all you wanted was to fuck me,” you admitted.

He grinned at you, the same mischievous grin that always made your heart flip. “Oh, I’ve wanted to fuck you, but I’ve wanted to do so much more too.”

You placed your arms back around his neck, your heart hammering like a drum in your chest in anticipation of what was about to happen. “Like what, my prince?” you asked innocently.

And for the very first time, he kissed you.

It was soft, gentle, saying everything he had wanted to for hundreds of years, and causing a hundred tiny butterflies to take flight in your stomach. One of his hands cradled the base of your neck while the other snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your lips parted easily for him, letting his tongue slip inside and claim you fully. You had been wrong. This was Valhalla. His kiss was filled with longing, a feeling that you mirrored enthusiastically, needing him to know how desperately you wanted him.

When his lips left yours, you felt boneless, like a slight breeze would be enough to carry you into the clouds, and you were grateful for his steadying weight before you. “Does that convince you of my affections, my darling?” he asked, voice husky, forehead resting against yours.

You smiled impishly. “Not fully.”

A laugh rumbled deep in his chest, a sound you would never tire of. “Mmm. Perhaps I should try that again?”

“Perhaps you should,” you agreed and moulded yourself against him again.

I have loved you for centuries, your heart sang.

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It's snowing, babe.

Mina x F!reader

It's Christmas, however, Mina wants a somewhat unusual gift.

Wc: 1.8k

I apologize for my bad English! Sometimes Google Translate can get some words wrong.

— Y/N! Is it serious that you haven't asked Mina to be your girlfriend yet? — Jeongyeon asked, looking at me like it was some kind of threat. — I mean, you two like each other and we've all seen you two make out like crazy, you both have a reputation as “girlfriends”, and yet you still haven't asked her to be your girlfriend?

— Well I’m.. Sorry? — I responded with an awkward laugh, clasped my hands in front of my thighs, bit my lower lip as if I was nervous. — It's not as easy as it seems, how long did it take you to ask Nayeon to be your girlfriend?

— Well, I kind of haven't asked her to be my girlfriend yet... — The brunette crossed her arms, looked at me from top to bottom, from bottom to top, raised her eyebrows and closed her eyes. — It does not matter. Me and Nayeon are best friends and she doesn't know that I like her, she probably doesn't like me, it won't happen. Now, you and Mina have liked each other for who knows how many years! And yet you two don't date.

— Well, I beg your pardon, miss. But I don't feel like dating her right now.

— No, you don't understand. you NEED to date her until Christmas. — Momo practically appeared out of nowhere, I screamed in shock and laid my hand on my chest, feeling my heart stop for a fraction of a second. — Boo.

— Listen, you don't need to meddle in my love life, not now. I'm fine with her, and I don't want to seem hasty in asking her to be my girlfriend, when we've only made out like... 6 times.

— Who did you have sex with 6 times? — Sana asked me, I ended up shrinking my body. Damn, everyone wants to scare me today..

— Sex..? I didn't have sex with anyone! I said I made out with Mina 6 tim-

— You had sex with Mina 6 times?! — Dahyun shouted from across the room. The blood from my entire body rushed to my face, I covered my cheeks and lowered my head. Can I go back in time and dig a hole to hide?

— No.. Listen, I'm not going to ask Mina to be my girlfriend, not this year! I don't feel like she'll accept it. — I raised my voice a little, started walking to the back door of the house - which, by the way, is huge. –

I walked to the door with the girls talking in the background, Jihyo's house was always huge. Sana was accompanying me, we said goodbye to the girls, I really didn't want to leave so early, but the amount of questions was already stressing me out.

— Okay, changing the subject! — The blonde said excitedly, grabbing my arm like a sloth. — Have you already bought your Christmas presents?

— Christmas presents? Are we going to have parties after all? — I closed the door behind me while talking to her, I went to the car and opened the door for Sana, getting into the vehicle immediately.

— Well, I think so... It's like a group tradition, isn't it?

— I don't remember much. Since the pandemic, we have never had any type of party at anyone's house again. — I started the car and started driving, Sana's house was a little (too) far from Jihyo's.

— Do not remember? We would video call and decorate the background to make it look more Christmassy. I even remember when we sent gifts by mail.

— It was probably around the time I was sick and didn't want to do anything but stay in bed.

— Oh yeah. Last Christmas we were on video call, you were sick.

— I saw in the rearview mirror Sana leaning her elbow on the car support and resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

— Well, I think I can participate in Christmas this year. I'm brand new. — I sighed softly. I accelerated the car, which was very easy to drive quickly as the streets were empty due to the time of day.

— Okay, okay! Let's make a Secret Santa, how about that?

— Secret Santa?

— Yes! Like, we do a draw with all the girls' names. For example, in one of the paper sheets, you end up getting Mina in Secret Santa. Instead of buying gifts for everyone, you buy them just for Mina. However, you can't tell anyone who you've had as a Secret Santa, otherwise it's no fun.

— Oh yes. I forgot that you all have different traditions than mine. — I saw Sana's house from afar. — Wasn't your house further away?

— We've been here for 17 minutes with you driving, I think you managed to go faster and it seems like my house is closer.

As soon as we arrived at Sana's house, I parked my car in front of the house and walked her to the door.

— Oh, hello, Y/N! — Mina greeted me with that beautiful gummy smile. She wears a sweatshirt (it was my sweatshirt) that was really big on her, sweatpants and cute penguin socks. In addition to having some dark hair falling across her face, she had very round glasses that made her pretty eyes look bigger. — Why don't you come in?

— Oh no! I'm just passing through, I just came to leave Sana here. — I looked at the blonde and smiled without showing my teeth, I hugged her quickly before she waved at me and disappeared into the house.

— You haven't come to visit me recently. — Mina leaned against the door frame, crossing her arms with a defiant smile.

— I ended up getting busy with those final exams at school and- — I couldn't even explain myself properly. As soon as Mina's lips collided with mine, I felt that wave of relaxation take over my entire body. Her thin arms wrapped around my neck while my hands quickly found their way to her waist, bringing her closer. I grunted quietly as soon as our bodies touched, I wanted to be able to make our bodies stick together forever and feel Mina's embrace until death.

Mina gently scratched the back of my neck with the tips of her nails, subtly pulling out a few strands of hair that were there. I separated our lips long enough to catch my breath, it didn't last long as I had already collided our lips again. Mina pulled me inside without breaking a kiss, putting me against the door to close it.

The brunette asked for passage with her tongue, which was quickly accepted. My entire body shivered every time our tongues touched. It's not new that Mina kisses really well, she always manages to drive me insane with any kiss, even if it's completely short. Reluctantly, I pulled my head to detach our lips. Her lips were very red and slightly swollen.

— You look beautiful with your mouth screwed. And it's even better to know that I was the one who did it. — I whispered softly in her ear, giving her a kiss on the neck.

— Shut up! — She laughed softly, giving my arm a weak slap. I let go of her and made her gently move away to open the door.

— See you at Christmas? — I asked as I held the door open, waiting for a "yes."

— Of course yes. — She gave me a quick peck and clasped her hands behind her back again. She always does this when she is embarrassed. I smiled and closed the door. I almost jumped to the car. Mission accomplished → I didn't start getting extremely red with embarrassment after the kiss.

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— Mina wants snow as a gift. SNOW! — I screamed, becoming extremely nervous.

It's Christmas Eve and I literally got Mina in Secret Santa.

— Hey, don't freak out. There are several toys that make fake snow out there! — Tzuyu put an arm around my shoulder, trying to reassure me that everything was ok.

— Real snow, Tzu. She came back from a country where at Christmas it's summer and there's no snow. — I massaged my temples, trying to figure out what to do.

— And why isn't it snowing here? — Chaeyoung chimed in, switching her attention from her sketchbook to the 3 of us on the bed.

— I don't know. The whole world is strange, I saw on the news that if it snows, it will be very little. — Dahyun continued to pay attention to that Nintendo Switch she had in her hands, lying on my belly.

— But like... It's normal here, it should almost always snow. — I replied, taking out my cell phone to text Mina.

The cell phone disappeared as quickly as it appeared in my hands. Tzuyu grabbed the phone and left it on the desk beside her.

— You won't text her asking what she wants as a gift.

— But-

— No buts.

— Okay, so where's Christmas going to be? — Dahyun finally put down the video game, sitting cross-legged on the mattress.

— At Jihyo's house, probably. — Chae replied, jumping onto the bed as soon as she left the desk.

— I wanted to give Mina real snow... But it's practically impossible. — I grunted, covering my face and laying down on Tzuyu's shoulder.

— I kind of have an idea. — Tzuyu said, making everyone quickly pay attention to her.

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— So where is Y/N? — Jihyo asked in that same high-pitched voice. Everyone had already received their gifts, except Mina. Because I didn't give her anything.

— Did Y/N say you would be here? — It was Mina's turn to ask, feeling worried about my absence.

— Sincerely? No.

They were all in a circle together, the room (fortunately) was on the top floor.

— What is that? — Nayeon's distant voice sounded throughout the room, everyone quickly looked to where the eldest was pointing.

— It's snow! — I was almost sure that Mina's eyes lit up at that moment, they all ran to the window, watching the snowflakes fall to the ground.

Of course, everything would be fine if my spray hadn't run out so soon. Everyone looked to the side in confusion, except for Tzuyu.

I went down the stairs and faced the window.

— This is my Secret Santa gift. — I saw Mina's eyes seem to glow for at least a few seconds.

They all gave me space to enter the room. Mina quickly went towards me, giving me a tight hug and showering my face with kisses.

— I was joking when I said I wanted snow, honey! — She laughed against my cheek, that feeling of having her mouth close to my skin, and hearing the little girl's warm laugh was always contagious.

— I thought you wanted to see snow after a whole year of just being cold and not seeing snow. — I kissed the top of her head, hearing a sound like vomiting in the background.

We all looked at the window as soon as Nayeon pointed to the window. This time it wasn't me with my spray, but real snow.

Quickly, everyone began to scream with happiness, dressing in warmer clothes to go outside the house.

I kept my hand close to Mina's the entire time we walked through the snow, squeezing our boots tighter and tighter.

— It's snowing, babe. — Mina drew a heart in the snow with her fingers and put our initials inside it. I made her turn towards me, grabbed her waist and pulled her into a tight hug.

— I love you, Y/N. — She whispered softly in my ear.

— I love you too, Mina.

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