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Got Drunk On You and Now I’m Wasted - The Persuasion Part 2

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 9.4k

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI Smut, Consuming of Alcohol, jealousy, possessiveness, teasing, Curse Words, fingering (Wanda receiving) , top!reader, bottom!Wanda, praises, cheating

A/N: Here is the long awaited 2nd part of my series called 'The Persuasion' I would've had this up sooner but life got in the way. But speaking about life you may have seen in a separate post I did earlier on today that tomorrow I'll be going away for like 3-4 weeks with quite unreliable internet. So sadly you will not be getting long posts like this from me for awhile! But I might pop up here and there to do some ask games or something with y'all! But nevertheless I hope you all enjoy part 2!

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

Wanda was standing with Vision outside of The Bitter End she could only hope that Vision couldn’t tell how tense and nervous she was about entering this bar with him by her side. She would have to try her utmost not to have less than innocent thoughts about her old college crush/best friend. Christ how is she going to get through this night. The start of the night was calm she didn’t see any sign of you or your band wandering around the bar getting drinks so it was just her and Vision conversing as normal.

She was trying her best to pace herself and drink the beers she was getting slowly but all of a sudden she heard a slight gasp from Vision as he started to tap her abdomen with the back of his hand. Wanda clenched her eyes shut as she took a deep breath and turned around. She let her eyes rake over your body as fast as physically possible so Vision wouldn’t notice anything. She smirked behind her beer bottle as she noticed your style hadn’t changed much since college, however, something tonight about you wearing ripped jeans and a t-shirt that was ever so slightly too tight for you to be wearing made her feel a bit fuzzy inside but not like she was complaining.

You cleared your throat as you approached the mic wrapping your hand around it as your eyes scanned the room for Wanda. They stopped as you noticed her and recognised a familiar blonde man standing beside her both staring up at the band. You turned your head back around to the band as you said loud enough for just them to hear you “We’re playing Medicine tonight instead and we’re playing it last.” They all nodded as they took note of it mentally as you turned around to face the crowd again you didn’t notice Adrian and Dylan smirk at each other. You clicked your tongue as you faced the crowd again lifting your hand and giving them all a little wave as you said “Hello everyone, most of you here probably know who we are already. But for those of you who don’t, I am Y/N Y/L/N singer and guitarist, on lead guitar we have Dylan, Adrian is on Bass and backing vocals and lastly, on drums we have Natasha, Altogether we are Fallen Flame. I hope you all enjoy your night whilst we perform for you and all the other performers after us.” You smirked as you heard all the cheers in return as you placed the guitar strap around your neck.

So far as Wanda could tell the night was going well, she wasn’t having so many thoughts about you that shouldn’t have been crossing her mind at all. Was it because she was so aware of Vision by her side….yes more than likely that was why. Wanda could guess it was nearing the end of your set with just how sweaty you were, your shirt was sticking to you even more than it already was…if that was even possible with how tight it already was on you. The sight of the beads of sweat rolling down your neck was quite literally ruining her. She took a deep breath to get herself under control but as she attempted to do that you approached the mic after drinking some water as you stated “I know some of you are going to be very sad about this announcement but the next song we’re playing is gonna be our last song of the night then we’re done.” You were met with a bunch of boos and groans “I know, I know I’m so sorry!”

At the thought of Wanda getting through the night without any mishaps, she heard the faint beat from the drums, bass and guitars. She immediately knew what song it was and cursed under her breath. You and her both knew just how much this song affected her and how if she had the chance whenever you played it she’d do whatever possible to you right there and then. Albeit nothing ever happened because it couldn’t mostly because it was always played in public around others. But she knew you saw the expression on her face change and the look in her eye was always slightly different when it came to this song.

This song would be her downfall. And every not-so-innocent thought she kept away would all come crumbling down within a matter of seconds, with the attitude you portrayed on stage. Honestly, who could blame her.

You intended to keep eye contact with Wanda throughout the song. Although that didn’t last long as you noticed out of your peripheral vision the second your eyes lingered on her too long Vision put his arm around her waist and held onto it tightly. It was pretty hard for you to not notice the tall blonde man standing beside Wanda as she leaned into his embrace whether it was just so he doesn’t get suspicious or she actually likes his touch you couldn’t tell but you couldn’t look that way for much longer. The second you dragged your eyes away from her he placed kisses on the top of her head. So what if you decided to play the song because she was there and just because she didn’t speak about it openly didn’t mean you didn’t know how that song affected her and made her feel.

So your eyes scanned the crowd albeit reluctantly seeing if there was any other person or group of people you could focus on. That’s when you spotted your ex Jessica it ended on good terms so you both stayed friends and kept in contact with each other. It wouldn’t exactly be how you planned your night to go….but it was known between the both of you that neither of you were seeing people. You looked back at the band briefly as you did a subtle gesture with your hand for them to keep playing as you motioned for Jessica to approach you so you could talk to her, She eyed you suspiciously as she approached. As you got down to whisper in her ear you could feel someone’s gaze watching your every move and you couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across your face. You sat back on your knees as you eyed Jessica to gauge her reaction you saw her eyes glance at Wanda and Vision considering you talked to her about Wanda before since she was your best friend. Although she sighed she reluctantly nodded and agreed.

You decided to kneel on the stage as you gestured back to the rest of the band to stop stalling. As you bring the mic up to your mouth you move your tongue against your bottom lip as you bite it slightly. You make sure to keep all of your focus on Jessica as you start singing the lyrics to the song again. Adrian and Dylan couldn’t help but share confused glances at each other as they saw your focus on Jessica when Wanda was literally in the same room and Wanda being the whole reason you all were performing this song in the first place. You attempted to lessen the smirk spreading across your face as you started to perform again, the only person you focused on was Jessica as you albeit reluctantly ran your free hand down your chest making sure to tug up your shirt slightly exposing just a slight bit of your abdomen. The only way you could describe the way you were acting and looking at Jessica right now is that you were eye fucking her….albeit reluctantly but if it got you the reaction you wanted from a certain someone you’d go through with it.

Wanda shook her head slightly and clenched her jaw as she took in everything you were doing on that stage. One thing she was certain of was once you got off that stage she was going to kill you. Why that was her initial thought she didn’t know….she couldn’t be jealous because she had her partner right beside her. But the sight of you eye fucking that girl, performing at your best, being in your element as well as looking that good being all sweaty….the only thing thought that ran through her head was…it literally should not be allowed.

As soon as you all finished playing you and the band started to disconnect everything so the other performers could get set up. Vision intended to leave straight after your band had performed but after seeing how you and Wanda were looking and acting with each other from a distance he knew, he couldn’t leave Wanda here alone with you under the influence of alcohol. Where who knows what could happen between you both. So he took it upon himself to try and convince Wanda to leave with him now and use the excuse he had work early tomorrow morning and that he couldn’t stick around.

He was about to speak to Wanda he noticed her taking a step forward but before she could get any further Vision tapped her on the small of her back. She spun around to face Vision as she hummed and raised her eyebrows for him to continue. Vision leans down beside Wanda’s ear to talk since it seemed just to get more crowded and a lot louder “Baby, I was gonna ask if you wanted to head home since I have work in the morning so I was gonna say we leave now.” Wanda paused and thought about it briefly as she weighed out both of her options in her head. She could either stay out and talk to all of her old college friends and connect again or she could go home with Vision either be asleep in bed or more likely downstairs in the living room drinking wine alone. Wanda drags her eyes up to look at Vision “Is it okay if we stay out for a while longer?”

Vision grimaces slightly and he takes a quick breath in “I mean Wanda I have work early in the morning and-” Wanda very quickly cuts him off “and that’s completely fine Vision if you wanna go home and sleep early for work do. But I am finally reuniting and being able to see and talk to college friends I haven’t seen in years and I don’t wanna pass this opportunity up. So you can leave if you wish but I hope you’d stay because you did hang around with them too.” Wanda pouts slightly looking up at Vision. Wanda watches his face closely to gauge his reaction as he clenches his jaw ever so slightly and nods albeit reluctantly unknowingly to Wanda of course. Wanda grins up at him as she jumps up and down whilst placing a kiss on his cheek “gah! You’re the best!” Wanda smiles softly as he places another kiss on her face.

What they didn’t know was you had witnessed the whole conversation going on, albeit you couldn’t hear anything that was going on. As you were placing the guitars and bass into their cases and closing the latches. You and Wanda made eye contact with each other as she spun around and let out a breath through pursed lips. You tilted your head back and quickly waved Wanda and Vision to come over to you and the rest of the band.

As Wanda approached you and your band she started to nervously wring out her hands weirdly nervous to talk to you all even if she just talked to you all yesterday albeit somewhat briefly. You noticed how hesitant Wanda seemed even with the alcohol that was probably in her system to try and get her to loosen up slightly you bumped your hip against hers and slowly started to roll your shoulders forward and take a hold of her hands softly to get her to start dancing with you to relax a bit more. Which sadly didn’t work as well as you thought it would as you saw Vision place an arm around her shoulder and pull her in closer to him just as she started to dance. You cleared your throat briefly as you clenched your jaw and stuck your tongue into your cheek to try and relax.

You’ve never seen her quite so tense…, especially beside her partner whom she is ultimately meant to be completely relaxed and at ease around. But you shake your head slightly at that thought that wasn’t something for you to worry about. You notice she only starts to relax a bit more when she notices Natasha which very quickly turns into excitement, she quickly runs over and throws her arms around her neck and they both start jumping around the bar never breaking the hug. You smile to yourself seeing the both of them together again you didn’t know for sure just how often they stayed in contact after college and everything. You also knew that just because there wasn’t much contact between you and Wanda didn’t mean everyone else stopped talking to her as well.

They weren’t the ones that had problems or found Wanda’s partner annoying. You smiled softly to yourself as you watched the two best friends reconnect briefly

Before you, Adrian and Dylan started to move everything outside for others to be loaded onto the truck. You approached Natasha, Wanda and Vision slowly as you tapped the lower part of Nat’s back softly to get her attention. “Hey, I just said I’d let you both know me and the guys are gonna start moving the stuff backstage for the crew to move onto the truck. All of you can stay here, talk, catch up and do whatever else you three do.” Natasha and Wanda shook their heads immediately as Natasha stated, “don’t be foolish I’m a part of the band Y/N I have to help you all out somewhat with this.”

“Natasha you literally have been playing the drums and using your arms all night relax take it easy!”

Before you could walk back to where the instruments were you heard Wanda scoff as she pushed up the sleeves of her leather jacket “fine if Natasha can’t help I will, more hands means it’ll get done quicker.” You swallow dryly just as you were about to nod Vision cuts in as he places his arm around Wanda and pulls her back to him “Wands leave them off I’m sure they can handle it, they do this on the regular don’t you Y/N/N?” You can’t help the grimace that spreads across your face at the nickname the band and Wanda calls you.

Nat places her hand on your back to zone you back in as you look back up at Vision and nod confidently “Yeah…Yeah, you’re right Vis. We do this on the regular we can handle it.” You can’t help but roll your eyes and scoff slightly as you approach Adrian and Dylan, you pause briefly as you face the trio again as you yell across the space “Hey! Hey Vis! I would’ve expected you to know we’d be able to handle doing this since the three of us have all this muscle.” The three of you try not to burst out laughing as you all bend down slightly and flex your arms in different shapes.

Before the three of you get any worse you all hear Nat exclaim “get outta here you three and get all our stuff ready to be packed away. The three of you stand up straight as you all raise your hands to your forehead and salute back at her. Whilst you all giggle slightly shoving and pushing each other as you walk off.

Wanda stood there….frankly in shock. Her reaction changing frequently either her mouth being agape ever so slightly or just clenched beyond belief. Nat’s reactions weren’t much better she was either glaring at Vision for what he was doing and acting or looking at Wanda with the softest eyes and smile ever knowing Wanda just wanted to help out and be around one of her best friends again. Natasha clears her throat slightly once she realises you won’t be appearing anytime soon “Soo Wanda how has the job been going for you?”

Natasha couldn’t help but grin seeing Wanda get so excited about that question however just as Wanda was about to answer…Natasha squinted as she realised Vision started to answer for her. “It’s all going great for her she has been focusing more on the smaller events to do with this career. But the concert for Fallen Flame she photographed probably has been one of the bigger if not biggest events she’s done so far. But I have a feeling she prefers the smaller events so like weddings, business events and so on. I imagine she’ll stick with those.” Natasha clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she nods “right…right okay that’s good to know Vision thanks... I would’ve loved to hear Wanda talk about her own career and what she wanted to do but thanks Vision.”

Natasha couldn’t notice Wanda shrink into herself more as Vision answered for her as she tried as subtly as possible to manoeuvre out of the grip he had on her. Natasha couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face behind her bottle of beer as she heard the nervous chuckle escape Vision’s mouth. “Hey hey Nat it’s fine we all know each other here.”

She couldn’t help but sigh “Vision first of all it’s Nat. Second of all why don’t you go get us some drinks?” Vision let out an incredulous laugh “nonono we’ll just wait for the rest to get back and we’ll get drinks then how about that?” Wanda couldn’t feel and be more confused at this moment in time “Vision what-” however before she could finish her sentence you and the boys appeared next to them.

You jumped slightly to get next to Natasha and Wanda as you threw your arm around Nat’s shoulder. “Yo yo yo what’s going on people, what’d I miss out on?” Both you and Natasha couldn’t help but notice Vision’s arm stretching across to be around Wanda since you were back but before he could place it around her Wanda shoved him off slightly. Natasha smirked to herself as she nodded slowly. Vision cleared his throat as he stared at you “we were just saying how great it would be for you our dear friend Y/N/N to get us all some drinks.” You scoffed and started laughing slightly thinking it was a joke until Wanda and Natasha gasped slightly which led to Wanda hitting Vision in the stomach as she spoke between gritted teeth to him “Vision I don’t know what has gotten into you tonight but stop it. And get us some drinks.”

Vision clears her throat and nods his head “round of drinks coming right up.” You watched Vision walk-off seeing him mutter something to himself as he ran his hands down his face. You groan slightly as you feel Nat elbow you in the side and nod her head slightly over to Wanda as you see her run her hands through her hair and take a deep breath in. You let your eyes scan the bar as you look for a booth for you all to sit in as you finally spot a place you point at it briefly to Nat and the rest. You grin to yourself as you take Wanda in after all these years, you yell over to her slightly “Hey Maximoff come with us, me and you have some catching up to do after all these years.” You hold your arm out for her to place it over her shoulder as you all start walking over to the boot together.

Wanda mutters slightly “What about Vision?”

You give her a tight-lipped smile “I’m sure he’ll find us it’s okay.” When Wanda hears that response she nods albeit a hesitant and slow nod but nonetheless, it was a nod. Wanda lets you sit into the booth first as she slips in beside you. Natasha smiles seeing the two of you together again talking to Wanda sitting underneath your arm, however, her smile fades quickly as she notices Vision approaching out of the corner of her eye so she sits down beside Wanda forcing Vision to sit with Adrian and Dylan. Nat bit back her smile as she heard the two of them groan at the realisation.

Both of you talking non-stop all night practically just to each other as if nobody else was in the booth with you. However, the next comment Wanda made truly took you by surprise considering you didn’t expect her to make any comment like this especially with her being here with her partner sitting across from you both. “Y/N/N I just want you to know how happy and proud I am of you. I know we lost touch for a bit but…this isn’t me trying to make you feel bad or anything but I did keep track of the band and all of you guys no matter what. And last night seeing you all perform at a sold-out concert..hell even tonight it is quite surreal to be seeing in the flesh. You’ve all made it…in a sense I guess.”

Wanda takes a breath and clears her throat before she makes her next statement. She hesitates slightly but moves over closer and places her mouth by your ear. “And If I do say so much you look very good up performing on stage. That whole persona, stage presence, just that sweaty sexual tension thing you have going on….it….it works, it works very well Y/N. You just look so fucking good.”

You chuckle slightly as you scratch the back of your neck “Thank you it means a lot coming from you. You know more than anyone how much hard work and time got put into this actually becoming a thing and I love nothing more than us achieving it. It feels amazing whenever I do get to perform in front of people…heck just even performing with those guys is just….fun. Even if we didn’t “make it” per se and it was just us writing and performing for ourselves I’d still love it, I wouldn’t care. But um no I- I don’t think you mentioned how good I look up there. D’you mind mentioning it again?” You bite your lip slightly as you look at Wanda after making that last comment. Wanda rolls her eyes as she slaps your stomach with the back of her hand “you’re a jerk.” Wanda tried her best to hide the reaction as she slapped your abdomen and felt nothing but muscle, she bit her tongue and clenched her eyes shut as she cursed herself internally. You cleared your throat as you stared at your bandmates sitting around you both “but um genuinely thank you for coming, you didn’t have to considering we haven’t talked for…..well quite some time.”

Wanda shook her head slightly “it’s okay as I said before I still listen to your music as often as I can and hey! Who said it was you I came for? I could’ve been here to support Natasha, Adrian or Dylan!”

You grimaced ever so slightly as you stared at her mouth agape as you tilted your head side to side “that’s fair…yeah sorry-” you cough into your elbow “well they are lucky to have you supporting them then.”

Wanda looks up at you as she twirls her rings “Can I ask something though….why….why did we stop talking because from my recollection we were doing fine, there was no bad blood between us literally nothing happened.” Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly as you shake your head as your eyes dart around the booth trying not to stop on Vision “It was…is a stupid reason I wouldn’t worry about it too much Wands.” She nods slowly as she keeps looking at your face trying to get a read on you.

Going unnoticed by you, Wanda and frankly everybody else at the booth much to Vision’s dismay he couldn’t handle sitting and watching stolen glances and touches between the two of you anymore. So rather abruptly and scaring everybody else at the booth Vision hits his fists at the table as she stands up. You can’t help but scoff and stare at him incredulously as the words leave his mouth “Come on Wands we’re leaving and going home.” As everyone else’s eyes dart around the booth yous stay glued to Wanda as she stares back at vision with her mouth agape. Wanda sighs slightly as she wets her lips “Come on Vis we’re all having a nice night here can’t we just stay?”

Vision scoffs and nods “I can see very well how good of a night you’re having being reunited with your little fuck buddy back in your life.” For both you and Wanda it’s like time stopped however you’re very quickly brought back to reality by the sound of Adrian choking on his drink. Somehow you all know the truth by now but for Wanda’s sake…and the sake of her relationship you decide to get her out of this situation “Listen here Vis buddy, I’m not her fuck buddy I never was. Frankly, I’m flattered you think I could pull someone as beautiful as Wanda.”

Just as Vision was about to retort Wanda leaned forward and stood up “Vis…can…can we not do this…here? Out in public around everyone and especially in front of our friends….please?” His posture relaxes slightly both you and Nat glance at each other and squeeze Wanda’s hands as she exits the booth shooting you all a tight-lipped smile as they both leave to talk somewhere privately you assume. You sit back in the booth with a huff as Natasha slides in closer to you as she nudges you “what was all that about? You both were never fuck buddies?” You shrug lazily as your eyes roam the room “I dunno just tried to save her relationship a little I guess. If she is really happy with him ya know?” Nat smiles sadly at you as she pats your shoulder “you’re a great friend Y/N/N” You aim a tight-lipped smile her away as you tip the bottle of beer into your mouth as you mumble “just the fucking greatest friend aren’t I.”

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since Wanda and Vision had left to go talk. All you knew was you and the band were randomly tapping out rhythms with your fingers on top of the table as you all listened to the other performers and just talked. The next thing you knew was Nat repeatedly slapping your thigh underneath the table as you all heard the bell above the door ring again indicating someone new has entered. You begrudgingly looked up to the entrance to see Wanda approaching you all again walking rather relaxed with her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. “Is it okay and cool with all of you guys if I stick with all of you for the rest of the night?” instantly she gets met with a jumbled mess of multiple “yes, of course, it’s okay.”

Natasha laughs lightly as she states “Maximoff get your butt over here and sit beside your bestie Y/N/N.” You and Wanda both look at each other hesitantly so you try your best to get rid of the awkwardness by opening your arms out wide “get on over here Maximoff we’ll make your night better.” Natasha leans against her fist as she turns towards Wanda to look at her as she states “so Maximoff what happened that you’re back in here and Vision isn’t?”

Wanda scoffs and rolls her eyes “I honestly don’t even know. Like..he knew back in college there was…someone I hooked up with regularly before we were together he just didn’t know it was Y/N/N. So I dunno how he got to that conclusion tonight that it was them even though you did try to diffuse that problem when it arose so thank you Y/N/N” She places her hand on your thigh and squeezes it gently “So he was upset and angry about that. He also didn’t like that I was avoiding pretty much all of his affection tonight by shoving him off. But I just…. There was something about it tonight that didn’t feel right….it didn’t feel like it normally does. So I got shit for that. There was just a whole lot of yelling back and forth and threats of us breaking up coming from the both of us but….mostly me. But before we could clear that up he stormed off….so I am sitting here right now in a situation not knowing if I am in a relationship or not.”

Natasha and the boys couldn’t help the displeasing sounds that left their mouths at that revelation “D’you want…screw that do you need a drink Wands?” Wanda chuckles lightly as she shakes her head “no I think I’m good that argument has sobered me right up.” You all look at Wanda with soft sad smiles but Nat also leans over and places a kiss on the top of her head “please know that we are all here for you. Even if some of us haven’t talked to you longer than others.” You raise your hands in surrender which gets a laugh from everyone.

It was much later in the night now the five of you were stuck around listening to the other performers there were a few of Nat’s friends that popped up here and there to sit with all of you such as Clint his partner Laura, Maria Hill and Bucky. Once Bucky and Maria arrived Nat left with them and slowly after that whether it be calculated by Adrian and Dylan…hell possibly even the three of them. It was just you and Wanda left in the booth watching the nightlife go through a loop of winding down and starting back up again. As you glanced at the clock on the wall you grimaced slightly as you clicked your tongue and breathed out slowly thinking about how to approach this. But you didn’t see any way around this besides saying it straight out “hey Wanda do you want me to drive you home?”

Wanda couldn’t help but look shocked at you after saying that she waved her hands in the air frantically “Okay so two things. 1 Y/N/N you’ve been drinking all night you can’t drive me home and 2. I don’t exactly want to go home tonight so can we just stay here for a while or can I stay with you, Natasha, Adrian, Dylan literally would stay anywhere else tonight just not home to Vision.”

Who were you to deny Wanda when she was looking at you all sad and vulnerable. You nod your head confidently “okay we can stay here for a lil while. Oh and also for your information Miss Maximoff, I have been drinking nothing but non-alcoholic beers all night. So I am very capable of driving you home.” Wanda smirked to herself and made sure to shove you with her shoulder “alright smarty pants. Since you’re a genius what are we doing for the rest of the night?” You quickly glanced at the stage to see a heavy metal band start to get up on the stage as you attempted to hide your grimace “Well we can either stay out here very late listening to heavy metal or I have a dressing room backstage we can hide away in until we head back to mine if you like.” Wanda smiled to herself as she nodded at you “yeah I’d like that Y/N/N”

You both laugh as you see each other grinning as you slide out of the booth you place your hand on her back as you walk with her backstage.

As you both reach your dressing room you push open the room door as Wanda walks in first, you hear the door click shut as you walk over to sit on the sofa as Wanda’s eyes scan the room. You watch Wanda looking around the room seeing polaroids of you and the band scattered around the room as well as some old instruments, drumsticks and guitar picks she arches her eyebrow as she hears you laugh, and you wave your hand back and forth in the air “sorry, sorry you just look like a kid in a candy store looking around at everything.” She hums absentmindedly as her eyes scan the room again “see anything you like Wands? Anything to your liking? Anything you wanna take for yourself?”

As you’re making all these stupid comments you don’t notice Wanda making her way slowly over to you on the sofa. She couldn’t lie her eyes were scanning the room to see if there was any proof of you being with someone more specifically seeing if that girl you were eyeing tonight was in any of the pictures and so far she couldn’t see anything. You start humming to yourself as you hear the other performer starting their set tapping the beat onto your thighs. When Wanda finally sat down beside you on the sofa she had no idea what had come over her, the next thing she knew was her leg had swung over your lap for her to straddle you as she placed her hands on your jawline and neck. She knew she shouldn’t have been doing this or even thinking about this but something just shut off in her brain.

When you felt Wanda’s body weight on top of yours you immediately tensed, you knew neither of you should be doing this, especially considering Wanda didn’t know what the status of her relationship was anymore. However the second you felt Wanda’s lips on yours all rational thinking went out the window. It was like you and her were back in college again, you placed your hands on her back as you pushed her closer to you. The hesitancy you felt from Wanda at first very quickly vanished as she felt your hands wrap around her and start to roam her body. You felt Wanda’s hands place themselves at the back of your neck and started to move her hands up through your hair. Suddenly she decided to tug on your hair in that second your rational thinking came back in full force as you tried to move your head away from her as you started to mumble “Wands…Wands….Wanda Wanda!” you place your hands on her hips as you push her away from you. Wanda grumbles slightly due to being forced away from you, she stares at you with furrowed eyebrows as she huffs “what Y/N/N?”

You gulp as you lick your lips “Should….should you be doing this right now? Like should this be happening right now or at all?” Wanda was puzzled slightly as she heard your questions and once she thought about it she clenched her eyes shut and bit her lip. She knew you were probably right considering she doesn’t know if she’s single or dating someone right now, she knew..she knew she probably shouldn’t be doing this but she couldn’t lie to herself. Especially since she knew there were moments where she would get herself off where thoughts and images of you would be the thing to cross her mind to help her reach her high. Hell, there were even moments where her and Vision would be intimate and you would cross her mind it wasn’t her proudest moment. But you have to do whatever is necessary to satisfy her needs right?.....right?

God, this was going to turn into a mess. It already was a mess. But she knew what she had to do.

Wanda placed her hands on your cheeks as she leaned her forehead against yours as she whispered between you “I can assure you this is fine, whilst for me at this moment in time it may be very very wrong. I will fix this and make sure everything is okay for you and us alright? But if you aren’t okay with this happening I am giving you the option of you taking me off your lap and us leaving now and pretending this never happened okay?”

You stare at Wanda hesitantly as you see her gazing at you like you were the most important thing in her life. You clear your throat “Are….are you emotionally and mentally stable enough for this right now.” Wanda nods her head slowly “I can assure you that I am.” You inhale deeply and nod your head “okay..but Wanda this can’t get out that I was the cause for a ruined relationship, me, this whole band and this whole career that I worked for will be over. It’ll be done for.” Wanda nods her head rapidly “I promise you nothing like that will happen. Your career will stay intact, nothing bad will happen to you, this will stay a secret between us…until it doesn’t have to be.”

You can’t help but stare at her hesitantly but you can’t help but nod your head slowly and agree as she’s sitting on your lap like this. “Because we all know I wasn’t the downfall of your relationship…well not directly I don’t think. But we know how people like to twist and spin things.” Wanda nods instantly as she rubs her thumbs across your cheeks and in turn, places small kisses around your face “I know, We all know. As much as you didn’t directly ruin my relationship whether Vision knows it or not….which he probably does let’s be completely honest….it was to do with you.” You both let out a nervous giggle at that realisation.

This time Wanda waited for you to make the first move as she sat there patiently. You raised your hands to the side of her cheeks as you placed your lips on hers softly. The kiss continued slowly until you felt Wanda’s hands move down to grip your t-shirt as you felt her hum softly into the kiss. You pushed Wanda closer to you again her chest against yours as you placed your hands on her back. Wanda gasped over the sudden movement which gave you the perfect opportunity to lick along Wanda’s bottom lips and slip your tongue into her mouth. Wanda immediately sat into you more as she ran her hands through your hair and pulled you as close as possible to her.

You couldn’t help but groan into Wanda’s mouth as you felt the subtle movements of Wanda’s hips rut against you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you move your hands under her jacket and drag your nails down over the back of her shirt which results in Wanda’s hips moving against you at full force. You hum slightly as you slowly move your hands down to Wanda’s thighs as you say in between kisses “mhmm Wands…baby you think you’ll be able to do me a favour?”

She nods instantly as she presses herself against you more continuing to kiss you as she bites your bottom lip “Mhmm yes anything, what d’you want me to do.”

You smirk to yourself as you start dragging your tongue and moving your kisses down against her jawline and neck “I need you my darling, baby, Wands to try your absolute best to be super quiet when there are breaks between songs and performers. D’you think you’d be able to do that for me?” Wanda nods her head as best she can as it tilts backwards over the feeling of your lips on her neck. “Wands, words now.”

“Yes, yes I’ll do that. I’ll try my best.” As you glance up at Wanda you can’t help but smirk at her with her eyes closed, mouth ever so slightly agape as she moves against you. Wanda places her hand on the back of your head as your lips reach a specific part of her neck as she mutters “there, fuck… right there don’t move.” Even though it is so appealing to leave marks on her neck right now you know you can’t so you resort to soft yet forceful kisses on her sensitive skin. Once you hear the slight whimpers coming from Wanda you groan internally as you place your head on her shoulder and take a deep breath.

Wanda tries to get her breath back to normal as you take a break from kissing her neck whilst also using it as a chance to take off her jacket and throw it across the room. Whilst she subtly runs her hands down your chest and manoeuvres her hands under your shirt to run her nail across your stomach. You tense immediately as you let out a shaky breath. Wanda lifts up your head and places it against hers as she starts kissing across your cheeks and nipping at your ear as she whispers “Y/N/N, honey if you don’t start doing something to me now I’ll do it myself or I can go to-” you cut her off with a squeeze to her thigh which lets out an involuntarily moan as she stares at you wide-eyed before she can say anything else you place a passionate kiss on her lips as you let your hands gradually roam around her body making sure to take everything in not knowing when this would happen again….if it would ever happen again.

Just as your hands skim past the side of Wanda’s breasts she simultaneously lets whimpers fall from her mouth as her hips start to grind against you again. When you feel Wanda’s breathing and movement start to increase, you shift her ever so slightly so she’s lying on the sofa underneath you. As Wanda settles beneath you it's only then can you feel the heat radiating off of her body. Though the teasing is quite frankly annoying you and more than likely absolutely tormenting Wanda you can’t help but smirk teasingly as you let your fingers glide over her legs starting from her calf. You lean down closer to Wanda pressing your chest against hers so you can feel the rise and fall of her chest as you bite the lobe of her ear.

“Tell me Wands….how long has it been since you’ve had a good fuck? That your needs have honestly felt satisfied to the max….don’t tell me it’s been since our last hookup in college because I’ll be very devastated for you and ashamed for that man.” When you feel the falter in Wanda’s breath as you click your tongue “that’s disappointing petal.” Wanda gasps suddenly as your hand cups her core as you moan into her ear “fuck Wanda…..I’m sure you already know but I can already tell you how wet you are even through your jeans. Getting this wet for someone you haven’t seen in years….who hasn’t touched you in years….who has barely touched you now and yet you’re putty in their hands right now aren’t you?”

You smirk as you see Wanda’s breathing increase as she shakes her head “mhmm no.” Whilst she’s distracted you slowly start to undo the buttons on her jeans “what’s no petal?”

She swallows dry “it’s a no to you saying you have barely done anything and have barely touched me now.” You raise your eyebrow at her as you hum in thought letting on nothing as you finish undoing the last button. Wanda’s too enamoured by the movement of your lips and everything else to realise the movement that is going on past her waist but shocks herself when a moan gets stuck in her throat as she feels your hand go down the waistband of her jeans. Running your fingers along the lace designs of her underwear, you click your tongue as you place your forehead on hers watching her pupils dilate even more a small smirk passes across your face “Wands you always were a fan of wearing any kind of lace panties weren’t you….and if I remember correctly you were always a fan of wearing a matching set. Shall we see if my memory is correct?” Wanda nods her head slowly, you place a slow sensual kiss against her lips as you whisper “it never mattered what you said anyway Petal I was going to check anyways.”

Wanda whimpers quietly as she feels the movement of your fingers against her clothed core as you sit on your knees pushing her shirt up above her chest with your free hand, a grin spreads across your face as you take in the sight below you. “Well, what do ya know Wands, my memory was right. I have to say though Wanda I adore that you kept that habit up….cause God I don’t think I’ve seen anyone look better in a matching set than you.” You bite your lip as your eyes stay on her chest as it rises and falls.

Wanda can’t help but pull you down to her when she sees you eyeing her like some sort of predator hunting their prey, Wanda bites your lip harshly giving her time to slide her tongue into your mouth as she moves against your hand. You attempt to keep the kiss going as you feel Wanda start to lose herself to the friction of your hand. When you pull back and see her mouth open wide again and her whimpers beginning to turn into moans you decide you’ve put her through enough torture as you whisper to her not knowing if this will even register with her “Wands lift your leg and put it around my waist.” You scoff as you see her do it in an instant “mhmm very quick responding to that command weren’t you?” You hear a slight giggle come from her mouth as she nods in response, as you look down at her you can’t help but take pity as you push her underwear to the side whilst moaning into her mouth slightly as you run your fingers through her folds.

Wanda knows she should be giving out to you for how you were looking at the girl during your performance tonight. But all those thoughts went out the window the second you started touching her again….than again she never really was the dominant one between you two. As you slowly push your fingers into her core, you attempt to hide the groan that escapes your mouth as you feel her walls clench around your fingers. Wanda chokes out a moan as she feels your fingers move in and out of her slowly curling just at the right spot.

As you keep the same slow pace of your fingers moving in and out of her you bite your lip hard at the sight of Wanda moving her hips more to try and meet your thrusts. To alleviate her suffering some bit you place your thumb on her clit and slowly start drawing circles around. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you hear the sighs and moans of pleasure that are escaping Wanda’s mouth. Wanda stares up at you with her eyes half closed whilst your head is thrown back she grabs your t-shirt and pulls you closer to her “Y/N/N….Y/N honey, sweetie, baby if you don’t start moving faster I’ll get myself off.”

You click your tongue as you start thrusting your fingers harder and faster into her at entirely random intervals. “See Wands, Wanda, petal…what would be the point in you getting yourself off….when we both know you picture me to reach your high. So why deprive yourself of the real thing huh?” Wanda stares at you in disbelief wondering how you knew that, you bite down on your tongue as you see her retort back to you “oh fuck you.” You smirk as you move your mouth closer to her ear “oh you wish you could petal. But it’s nice feeling how warm and how fucking wet you are for me.”

Wanda’s breathing grows heavier as she finally feels you starting to increase the pace of your fingers. She places her hands on the back of your neck holding you as close as possible to her as her nails leave marks on the back of your neck. As Wanda very quickly reaches her high you feel her leg start falling to the side of her, you grunt as you push your fingers into her harder and hold yourself up “Wands your leg’s slipping.”

Instantly Wanda wraps both her legs around your back as she crosses her ankles over one another. Which is met with a loud moan left directly in your ear as you thrust further into her. You know it won’t be much longer till she reaches her high as her walls clench and tightens around your fingers far more frequently. You chuckle lightly as you whisper in her ear “God he really has ruined your stamina hasn’t he…you used last so much longer than this with me. We’ll have to get you back on track petal.” Wanda groans and whines more as you press harder on her clit making her arch her back and press against you even more if that was even possible as you felt the twitching of her thighs around your waist.

With how laboured her breathing was and how high the pitch of her moans were getting you knew she was trying to hold off cumming for as long as possible. As much as you would have adored making her wait to cum. You couldn’t do that to her tonight it was far too long since she slept with someone like this. You placed soft kisses along her neck and jawline moving up towards her ear as you whispered “As much as I would love you writhing underneath me for so much longer. You can cum petal.”

Her eyes clenched shut as her legs and arms tense slightly where they are around your body, just as you were going to cover her mouth with your free hand to quieten her moans she pushed your head towards her lips as she kissed you fervently letting the sounds and vibrations of her moans into your mouth. You started to slow down the movement of your fingers to help her ride out her high slowly.

The rise and fall of Wanda’s chest slowed significantly which in turn led her to slow down the kiss between the two of you. Wanda couldn’t help the whimper that left her mouth as you pulled your fingers out of her. She watched you like a hawk as she felt you adjust her underwear and pull out hand out of her jeans. You stared at your fingers that were covered in her juices deciding what you were gonna do next and grinned to yourself when a thought came to mind. Wanda assumed you were either gonna place both fingers in her mouth or possibly even yours but what took her by surprise was when you very precisely placed one finger in your mouth to suck all of her juices off.

You made sure to keep eye contact as you get every single part off your finger as you also groaned and moaned to yourself at the taste of Wanda on your tongue again. As you removed the finger from your mouth you scooted up to sit on top of Wanda as you teasingly held out your other finger in front of her mouth waiting for her to open up. Wanda stared up at you unimpressed “you’re really making me do this aren’t you?”

You pouted slightly at that retort “Oh that’s a shame you never disagreed with this before, you always did it so willingly like the good girl you are….or maybe now it’s the good girl you were? Since you wanna disagree and not do this.” You shrugged as you started to move the finger back to your mouth “I guess I’ll just have to clean this one off as well myself.” Before it could get anywhere near your mouth Wanda sat up with her mouth already placed around it staring up at you with wide eyes. You smirked as you pushed all the hair stuck to her face back. “There’s my Good Girl back.” Wanda let out a muffled whimper at that comment escaping your mouth.

Both of you were brought out of your little bubble as you heard the applause from the crowd out front. You glanced at the time quickly “shit they must be finishing up, I guess it’s time for me to get us to my house.”

Wanda nodded as she yawned “Yes please, everything that happened today has taken it out of me.” You giggled slightly as you stood up and buttoned up Wanda’s jeans again “If I know you Maximoff, you’ll be perfectly fine again after a few minutes.” Wanda gasped as she smacked your shoulder “Rude!”

You held open the door as you waited for Wanda to walk past and exit. Wanda walked past making sure to accentuate the sway of her hips as she walked which got a boisterous laugh out of you.

As you finally parked your car outside your house and turned off the ignition you stared at it rather blankly as you murmured “welcome to my humble abode.” you turned your head to look at Wanda only to find she was already looking at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you chuckled nervously. Wanda smiled softly and shook her head as she spoke “I dunno you just looked at the house weirdly…as if it doesn’t feel like home or like you’re missing something from it…just something like that.”

You tilted your head side to side as you whispered as quietly as possible “yeah you’re the thing missing.” Wanda squeezed your shoulder again to get your attention, as you turned toward her she leaned over the console of the car. Just as she was about to kiss you again her hand landed on the wheel of the car which led to her pressing the horn and it going off. You both laughed at each other straight in the face as you started to open the door of the car and get out “alright Maximoff come on and let’s get inside.” Wanda laughed as she ran to your front door as if it was a race.

The two of you laughing and talking as you opened the door to your house and walked in. the door closing behind you both.

What the two of you didn’t know from that night was during the time you and Wanda were in your dressing room. Vision had come back to bring Wanda home with him, he knew he shouldn’t have left like that and left you both not knowing what it meant for them and their relationship. But he was just so angry he couldn’t think straight so he had to go and calm down.

However, when he arrived you didn’t find any of you sitting where you were before he left. So he kept asking people around the bar if they had any inclination of where Wanda or even you went. After many useless answers, someone had finally told him you both had gone to talk in your dressing room.

Although he slowed his steps at the sounds he was hearing coming from your dressing room. He recognised and knew those sounds….knew those sounds too well. So as he opened the door ever so slightly and saw Wanda underneath you moaning and gripping onto you for dear life. He knew everything he guessed tonight was correct but he also knew there was no way he was letting you get away with this. As much as Wanda was probably going to hate and despise him for this but there was no other way to attempt to save his relationship.

He took out his phone taking photos and videos which blocked Wanda’s face of course and even audio recordings. When he was sure he had enough he contacted any magazine, newsagent, or journalist and posted the content online on social media under randomly created anonymous social media accounts.

If you were gonna ruin his relationship, he was gonna make sure he ruined your career.

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Lost and Found

Chapter 2 - Sunset at Camp

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Spawn Astarion x Durge/Female Tiefling.

Prologue. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of blood and gore, fluff, death, let me know if a miss anything.

Astarion trailed a few steps behind his new acquaintance, allowing her to lead him through the wreckage. He started to notice they were traveling back to the beach where they both originally woken up.

“Any idea where you are going, darling” he inquired quizically “because it seems to me that we’re just going in circles.”

“Yes I know, where I am going,” Eris replied to him in confidence. “ I am looking for someone, she can't be too far from the beach. Unless she’s dead, but I choose not to think about that.” her voice began to trail off.

“Who is it that you’re looking for?” Astarion pressed.

“A half-elf, she helped me on the ship. I’m hoping she can provide further healing for my injuries. My attempt at my potion helped, but my burn is still very painful, and I fear the possibility of infection. Her name is Shadowheart, she’s a cleric like me.”

“So I see, aren't you a paladin as well? Serving a deity must be quite exhausting," Astarion remarked, clicking his tongue in amusement.

“I don’t remember much about my past as a cleric and paladin All I know is that when I woke up on the ship, I felt the presence of Selûne and was bestowed with divine abilities," Eris explained.

The two were now walking side by side, Astarion gazed at Eris intently. “You don’t remember anything?” He asked. He hadn’t realized she had memory loss until this moment.

“No, not really. All I knew was my name, Eris Othzal, and the rest of my memories have only started to resurface. I believe I may have known a ranger at some point, as I possess knowledge of certain ranger skills. But the details remain hazy," Eris admitted with a shrug and a faint smile.

“Must be from the tadpole,” Astarion muttered.

“Or I hit my head hard.” Eris began to giggle. Astarion couldn't help but feel his mind begin to drift by being charmed by her sweet laugh.

"Yes, that would certainly explain things about you," he scoffed, rolling his eyes at her and letting out a low chuckle

“Wait! I think that's her!” Eris exclaimed now sprinting towards a figure sprawled in the sand. “How did I not see her, she was so close to me.” Eris knelt beside the dark-haired woman, who appeared to be unconscious and carefully assessed her for any signs of life.

“I think she’s just sleeping,” Eris murmured, then proceeded to gently shake the woman's shoulders.

“You-you’re alive, I’m alive, how is this possible?” the woman was now waking up, bombarding questions to Eris. As the two women began to converse with one another, it became apparent that the memories were hazy after the crash.

“We need to find a healer fast,” said Shadowheart, with urgency in her voice.

“Speaking of healing, could you please heal this burn for me, I don't have any healing magic left, and I am almost certain it will be infected soon.” Eris pleaded, recounting the events that led to her injury and hinting at Astarion's involvement.

“You kept him around after he tried to kill you?” Shadowheart’s gaze bore into Astarion.

“I mean, yes. He’s infected just like us. I would've done the same, I think.” Eris replied, now looking at him with her big soft eyes.

“Well it's in the past now, isn't it? We should all be moving forward, hm?” Astarion retorted with his words laced with venom, mirroring Shadowheart’s challenging stare. Rolling her eyes at Astarion, Shadowheart proceeded to heal Eris, who sighed in relief. “Gods, thank you, it feels so much better now,” Eris exclaimed and began testing her weight.

‘Anything for the person who saved my life.” Shadowheart said smiling at Eris. “Now let's get moving, lead the way Eris.”

After looting a couple of dead goblins, the group made their way to the roadside cliffs located a couple of miles away from what appeared to be the ruins of a temple.

“Somethings going on with that rune,” Eris remarked, while cautiously walking towards it..

“Eris, do be careful,” Astarion warned. He had no desire to rescue her from another predicament as he had with the mindflayer. Ignoring the warning from him, Eris reached out and faintly touched the rune with her fingers, causing her to recoil in pain. Suddenly, a hand emerged from the rune, startling all three party members.

“A hand? Anyone?” a voice came from the sigil.

Astarion's gaze was fixed on Eris, who appeared to grow paler by the second as she stared at the hand before her. Suddenly, she slapped it.

“Ow! Perhaps I should have clarified. A helping hand? Anyone?” the voice exclaimed from the sigil.

Astarion couldn’t help himself but laugh. In the brief time he and Eris traveled together, he felt they would have a little fun as she seemed to have a mischievous spirit in her. After Eris interrogated the sigil, she managed to use what was left of her divine magic and successfully pulled him out. The tiefling stumbled and fell, crashing onto Astarion due to the recoil from freeing the man, he quickly reached out and grabbed ahold of her waist before she could hit the ground.

“Hello, I’m Gale of Waterdeep!” the strange man said while dusting off his robes and everyone gathered themselves

While Shadowheart and Eris engaged with the new wizard of the group, Astarion found himself only half-listening. His gaze was fixed on the setting sun, its warm glow casting a serene light over the beach and fiery nautiloid.

“I took control of the ship, landed it safely, and saved the day.” Eris boasted to the wizard. Astarion couldn't help but snort at her words.

“That vast, burning wreckage behind you somewhat contradicts your story, but here you stand, so who am I to argue?” the wizard retorted sarcastically, his tone had a hint of amusement to it.

Astarion once again found himself lost in thought as he gazed at the breathtaking sunset. The sky transitioned from a vibrant orange to a pastel pinky hue. A sight he hadn't witnessed in nearly two centuries. He felt entranced by the sight casting an enthralling glow over the landscape. Suddenly, he felt a gentle nudge on his shoulder.

“Are you coming? We are going to set up camp here for the night,” Eris said, her eyes fixed on him. “Do you like the sunset?” she then asked.

“I’m used to the busy city, so it's rare to see it like this.” Astarion lied

Eris nodded in understanding. “That is true, it is beautiful." her words began to trail off while she stared at the scenery before her. "but you should set up your tent now before darkness falls, unless you want to set it up when it's pitch blackout” she advised, turning to find her spot. Astarion sighed heavily and swiftly followed suit.

The first person to finish setting up their tent was Gale, utilizing his magical abilities to hasten the process. With a swift hand and a series of incantations, the tent was up in no time. Gale then conjured a fire bolt cantrip to ignite a warm fire in the center of their tents.

"I hate to be bossy, but I am designating myself as the camp cook," Gale declared out loud to everyone. "And although supplies are limited at the moment, I will do my utmost to prepare a satisfying meal for us all tonight."

"Fine Gale," Shadowheart responded snarkily at Gale's self-appointed role. Eris chuckled at the banter between the two, her eyes scanning the campsite. Astarion had vanished, after setting up his tent leaving it empty.

"Hm," Eris mused aloud, a hint of concern in her voice but she quickly shrugged it off.

As she finished setting up her tent she longed for the warmth of soft blankets and pillows. Thoughts of adding hanging plants or other decorations to make the space feel more like home crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed them. This little adventure would hopefully be over in a few days if they found a cure or worse turn into grotesque beasts. Whichever fate awaited them was uncertain, but one thing was clear - their time was running out.

Eris sat by the crackling fire, flanked by Gale and Shadowheart, who were indulging in dried fruit and cured meats. Gale extended a bowl of food to Eris, who graciously accepted with a nod, reciprocating his smile.

“Where is your pale friend?” Shadowheart interrupted by breaking the silence.

"Oh, I'm not sure. He set up his tent and must have wandered off," Eris replied casually while toying with a piece of cured meat between her fingers.

“I would be careful with him,” Shadowheart warned, her voice tinged with weariness.

"You don't trust Astarion?" Eris asked her gaze now fixed on Shadowheart.

“Trust is a rare currency Eris. I’m not sure I would spend it on someone who drew a knife on me moments after I met them.” Shadowheart responded coolly.

Gale, in the midst of eating cured meat, suddenly choked and exclaimed, "He did what?"

"It's fine. Please, let us focus on what lies ahead," Eris interjected calmly.

“Fine, I’m watching him though,” Shadowheart said, her eyes piercing into the flames of the fire. Eris gave her a reassuring glance before returning to her meal.

An hour had passed since Astarion left, leaving Eris to wonder about his sudden absence. Perhaps he needed to clear his mind, she thought to herself. She found herself drifting in and out of focus as Gale droned on about ceremorphosis while they both sat by the crackling fire. It wasn't that she lacked interest in his words, but the pounding headache and queasiness from her meal made it difficult to concentrate on him.

“Now we have tadpoles slithering through our heads like carnivorous foeti. That’s not abstract.” Gale said with his voice a touch of dismay

“I’m not too worried. We’ll find someone who can help us.” Eris reassured the wizard.

“That’s the spirit. Let’s be up with the lark- find a healer before the wee one gets hungry. Oh, Hello Astarion!” Gale exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "Welcome back, I have your dinner ready for you." With a flourish, Gale handed Astarion a bowl filled with an assortment of dried fruits and cured meats.

"Ah, yes. Thank you," Astarion said as he walked over to the campfire, his expression one of disgust as he examined what was handed to him. "Sorry for disappearing, I wanted to take a short walk."

"Nonsense!" Gale chimed in before Eris could speak. “It's been a difficult day, we all get it. But I will have to excuse myself, this wizard could use their beauty sleep or I’ll be malcontent any moment now. Goodnight to both of you. I will have to seek out Shadowheart and see if she’s already sleeping.”

Astarion sat close to Eris, placing his bowl to the side as he stared into the fire. "Not hungry?" Eris asked. "Not particularly," he responded dryly.

"I only ate half of mine because I felt sick, so you aren't alone," Eris said, trying to sound supportive. She found it natural to talk to Astarion, despite his grouchiness. She felt a similar connection with Shadowheart, but with Astarion, it felt more natural, as Shadowheart was more guarded.

After a moment of silence, they both began to speak at the same time. "Oh, my bad, you go first, Astarion." The tiefling insisted.

Astarion paused for a moment before speaking. “So, we’re resting here? Turning in for the night?”

“It's no feather bed, but it’ll do.” Eris responded as she wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her head on her knees.

“I suppose. I’m not sure what I expected, really. This is all a little new for me. Nights for me mean bustling streets, and bursting taverns. Curling up in the dirt and resting is… a little novel.” Eris noticed his crimson eyes darting around their surroundings, as if he was on guard for something.

“I believe the right herbs can help make a soothing tea, I can make you one if you’d like. It could help relax you.” the tiefling offered sympathetically.

“Ah, no- tea isn’t really my drink. I’ll be awake for a while anyway. I need to process this.” he said, pointing his fingers towards his head. “You sleep, I’ll keep watch”

“Thank you, I’ll sleep better off that. I was going to ask first what you thought of the new companions.” the tiefling interjected.

“Ha! What do I think of them? Well, we’ve picked up a wizard who managed to get stuck in his own portal, which was hardly a promising introduction.” Astarion exclaimed, waving his arms dramatically. “And then we have someone whose parents hopefully meant well by naming their child Shadowheart. The name is a little ominous, don't you think? Unless she chose it herself, which is even more worrying honestly.”

Eris chuckled to herself, "Alright, have a good night, Astarion." She stood up and dusted off her night clothes.

"The pleasure is all mine. Sweet dreams," he hummed, watching her gracefully walk to her tent as the moonlight danced on her silhouette.

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private-do-not-enter-1201 · 8 months

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Leo & Marcel's Halloween Adventure!

Here we are again with our favorite Rodentia and Corvid, on an adventure.

Back in the countryside, it’s a beautiful fall day. There is a gentle breeze rolling through, rustling corn, sending the leaves on an adventure themselves, and we see it gently tousling the children’s hair as they run about their day preparing for the fun ahead. Now, let us head to Leo’s house because he is buzzing with energy on this beautiful day.

As we get closer to Leo’s home, we hear a “WHOOP!” from within. Peering in we see the silly little mouse lay flat on his bum. Why, you ask? Well, from tripping over his costume of course! You see today is Halloween, and little Leo has a plan. I know you are curious as to what he is going to be, but we will get to that in a bit, oh curious one.

He removes his costume, looks around, and starts to think aloud, “Now, let us see if I have all I need. Ok, #1. My bag for all delicious berries we shall get tonight, check. #2. My costume, check. #3. My jacket, in case it gets a bit nippy, check. Well, I do believe I have everything!”

As he makes his way to the door, he remembers something, “Marcel’s costume!” he shouts. He runs and gets it. Smiling proudly, he says to himself, “Wait till Marcel sees this!”

Leo finally makes his way out of the door, and in his excitement, he accidently slams it shut and he hears a thud from inside, he winces and thinks, “Well, I’ll fix that tomorrow.”

He darts across the field as fast as he can, bobbing and weaving through the corn stalks dragging along quite a large sack for such a little mouse. As he gets closer to the clearing, he sees Marcel, but Marcel seems upset. Leo quietly wonders as to why Marcel seems so sad as he carefully approaches his feathered friend.

Leo softly speaks, “Marcel?’

Marcel whispers, “Yes.”

Leo softly asks his friend, “Why are you sad?”

Marcel chuckles and says, “You really don’t know subtly, you know.”

Leo furrows his eyebrows, “Of course not. I really prefer direct questions and even more so, direct answers. So, would you please tell me as to why you are so upset?”

Marcel sighs sadly, “I can’t go trick-or-treating with you.”

Leo halts, eyebrows pinching in sadness and stutters, “W-why?”

Marcel also halts and he furrows his eyebrows, and he speaks in an exasperated tone, “W-why?! You really ask why?!”

Leo goes to speak, “Ye- “

Marcel cuts him off and shouts in a heartbroken voice, “Leo, you really must ask that question?! You know why! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT WHO I AM!”

Leo says carefully, “I know not what you mean, Marcel. Truly I do not.”

Marcel gives him a ludicrous look as tears fill his eyes and his voice drops to a whisper, “D-do you not see who I am?! Do you not see the way they fear me?! Do you not see any of it?!”

It clicks in Leo’s brain as to what Marcel is talking about. Leo carefully approaches and whispers, “Of course I see who you are, Marcellus, I see it all.”

Marcel stares at Leo for a bit, then he says, “Then why do you ask such a question?”

Leo sighs fondly, “Because what and who I see does not match with others. Marcel, I see my frie- no, not my friend. I see my brother when I look at you and only my brother, Marcellus. Not "The Dark One", just my brother.”

Marcel gasps sharply and tears gather, “Oh.”

Leo panics as tears start to slowly fall from Marcel’s eyes, “O-oh! I-I am so sorry, Marcel. I am terribly sorry!”

Marcel asks in a wet voice, “Why are you sorry, Leo?”

Leo, who is very confused, states, “Well, I-I made you cry, I never meant to make you cry.”

Marcel lets out a wet laugh, “Oh. These are happy tears, you silly little mouse.”

Leo lets out a soft sigh of relief, rubs the back of his neck, looks down, and laughs sheepishly, “Oh. I uh” he clears his throat and looks up, “I guess I really need to learn cues, huh?”

Marcel gently bows his head and softly shakes it, “No, no you do not. You are perfect as is, my fluffy brother.”

Leo beams, “Well, in that case, so are you!”

Marcel smiles softly, “Thank you.”

Leo grows serious, “Marcel, I want you to look at me and listen. Listen very carefully to every word.”

Marcel looks up and directly at Leo, he says in a confused tone, “Ok, I will listen.”

Leo takes a breath and then starts, “Marcel, it should never matter what I or others think about you. I know it helps but-but it should only matter what you think of yourself. Marcel, you are positively wonderful, but that is my opinion. No one’s opinion matters but your own; your own is all that ever matters. Oh Marcel, how I wish you see yourself as I see you, not how those uneducated simpletons see you. No one’s opinion matters but your own when it comes to yourself. You are perfect as is, Dear Brother. Always have been, always will be.”

Marcel, tears dripping down his beak, gasps, “T-Thank y-you, Leo-o. Honestly and truly thank you.”

Leo smiles and gently approaches Marcel, “Can I hug you?”

Marcel lets out a relieved and happy laugh, “Of course!”

Leo wraps his little arms around Marcel as best he can and looks up, “Wow, I really am tiny.”

Marcel lets out a hearty laugh, “Yes, yes you are!”

Leo pulls back, “Now, how about it? Are you up for some fun?”

Marcel thinks, smiles, and says, “Yes, I do believe I am. Now, what will be our costumes?”

Leo whoops with glee and excitedly says, “Ok, you are going to be a warlock! While I am going to be a ghost! What do you think?”

Marcel is now quite excited as well, “Well, let’s see what you have!”

Leo smiles and digs through the sack and drags out a hat he made and a stick he found that would be a perfect staff and places them in front of Marcel, “What do you think?”

Marcel squawks happily, “I love it! Now, let us see yours!”

Leo drags out his costume and puts it on, “What do you think?”

Marcel snickers slightly, “Well, #1. Is your bed sheet ruined? #2. It is a bit long. #3. I love it!”

Leo giggles slightly, “Ok, yes, it is my bed sheet. Yes, it is a bit long, I must admit. No laughing, but I have already tripped over it several times.”

Marcel could not help but let out a small giggle, “Of course you did.”

Leo rushes to the hat, “Well, what are we waiting for?! Let me place this just so…AHA! There! Perfect fit if I do say so myself!”

Marcel watches as Leo beams and gives a chuckle of his own, “You know, it is. Leo, silly question I know, but…did you measure my head while I slept?”

Leo looks at him pondering what to say. He then speaks unsurely, “….Nooooo?”

Marcel gives him a playful look, “Leo, be honest. Did you measure my head while I slept?”

Leo lets out a playful dramatic huff, “Okay, fine. I did. Are you happy? But how else was I supposed to get it just right?!”

Marcel giggles, “Oh Leo, you truly are something.”

Leo laughs, “I know! Now, let us go! We have a long, fun night ahead!

Marcel chuckles and grabs his staff within his beak and watches Leo take off before, of course, tripping over his sheet. Marcel drops his staff and lets out a squawk of laughter, “OH! Leo! Are you ok?”

Leo giggles and dusts himself off, “Yes, I’m alright!”

Marcel lets out a fond huff, “You silly little mouse.”

Leo smiles and climbs in the sack, so it will not take as long getting back to the field, “Alright! I am ready, Marcel!”

Marcel carefully picks up the sack holding his frien-no, his brother and takes off. When they arrive, there are gasps heard amongst the other animals, murmuring is heard, “Oh no! He has grabbed Leonardo!”

Leo pops out before anything else can be said, “No, you old bat! He does not have me, if anything I have him!”

Marcel gasps, “Leo! Be nice to your elders!”

Leo huffs, “Why?”

Marcel sighs, “Because, you silly mouse, it will keep your bum from getting a right good whack.”

Leo rolls his eyes and looks towards the lady and can see she is torn between being offended at what Leo said to her and Marcel’s willingness to stick up for her. She carefully approaches him and speaks unsurely, “What’s your name, young bird?”

Marcel looks shocked and says, “Marcellus, ma’am. But you can call me Marcel.”

The old and worn mouse stares at Marcel and realizes they have been quite wrong this whole time, he was not “The Dark One”, in fact he was much more respectable and kinder than Leo. “But really, Marion, it is not Leo's fault he is harsh. He just likes honesty and does not necessarily realize how much it can hurt someone.” she thinks to herself

She carefully walks a bit closer and smiles softly,” Well, I do believe we have room for one more, young Marcel.” She then turns and eyeballs the crowd, “Don’t we? Hmm?”

A collective yes breaks out because honestly, while they realize they were very wrong about the bird, they are also scared of their town elder. That old mouse rules with an iron fist and what she says goes, or else. But she was also truly kind and caring, and she is also learning to be accepting of differences. They all are, honestly.

Marcel looks towards Leo for confirmation and Leo speaks up, “Well, you want to join?”

Marcel glances back at the crowd and back to Leo, lets out a happy chirp, “Most definitely!”

So, join the festivities they did. They had a fun filled night of games and treats, and by the end they were exhausted. Marcel flew Leo home and they bid each other a goodnight, and as they settled in for bed, they each had their own happy thoughts.

Leo sighed happily, “Goodnight, my silly feathered brother. I hope you sleep well and thank you for being in my life.”

Across the field, on his perch Marcel settled in and smiled at the sky, “Goodnight, my silly ball of fluff brother. Sleep well and thank you for being in my life.”

With both Leo and Marcel drifting off to sleep we zoom out to get a full view of all. The town is quiet and peaceful as are the children that were also having their own festivities. The animals and humans are all in harmony during the peace the night brings. Sleep well, all of you because there is more fun to come.

#scheduled #edited #should be much better

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yhwhrulz777 · 1 year

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A Bible Devotional 11th June 2023

Hang On To Your Confession

Your confession is what you say. The Bible tells you to hang on tight to saying God's Word.

HEBREWS 10:23 NKJ 23 Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful.

God has no reason to tell us to hold fast, or hang on tight, to our confession, unless someone, or something, will be trying to get us to turn loose of it — and say something else.

HEBREWS 3:1 NKJ 1 Therefore, holy brethren, partakers of the heavenly calling, consider the Apostle and High Priest of our confession, Christ Jesus,

HEBREWS 4:14 NKJ 14 Seeing then that we have a great High Priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession.

Jesus is the High Priest of our confession — what we say. He represents us before God with the words we speak.

The Bible says:

You are righteous in Christ. Romans 3:22

You are forgiven. Colossians 2:13

You are healed. 1 Peter 2:24

You are delivered from the devil. Colossians 1:13

You can do all things through Christ. Philippians 4:13

You are strong in the Lord. Ephesians 6:10

The Greater One is in you. 1 John 4:4

The Lord is guiding you. John 16:13

God is working in you. Philippians 2:13

The Lord is your helper. Hebrews 13:6

Jesus became poor to make you rich. 2 Corinthians 8:9

You may wonder why you should say what God says in the Bible about you. First, God is looking for faith, and second, it is the Word planted in your life that will make you free. Speaking God's Word is a way of planting it in you.

Yes, it can take faith to say what the Bible says about you. Especially when you don't feel like it and the circumstances don't agree, either. But we have to choose: will we rely on our feelings, or God's Word? Do we trust the circumstances more than God's Word?

But you may say, "What the Word says is just not true in my life." You are the establishing witness. God has said something about you. Now when you come into agreement with Him, it will become manifest in your life.

MARK 11:23 NKJ 23 "For assuredly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, `Be removed and be cast into the sea,' and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that those things he says will come to pass, he will have whatever he says.

Jesus told us that we will have whatever we say — if we believe it. It will come to pass. So you see why the devil tries to get us to quit saying God's Word, which will set us free.

SAY THIS: I will say what God says about me — regardless of my feelings or circumstances.

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clouds-rambles · 3 years

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Hey bestie may I request diluc,childe,zhongli,and venti having a bad nightmare over their s/o wanting to break up with them and when they wake up their s/o isn’t there but really they’re in another room or something if that makes sense!! Thank you 🤑

Hi bestie positively evil... i love it <3 nobody question why zhongli and the reader are married in all my headcanons thanks lmao

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); panic, nightmares, hurt/comfort, injury mention

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

Diluc wakes with a start, his brows furrowed as he takes a moment to arrange the events of his nightmare in his head

Both you and he had a particularly explosive argument after he had come back injured from a night protecting Mondstat

You had left the winery after exclaiming that you refuse to date someone who has such a lack of regard for his own life. In the long run you’d be saving yourself from further heartbreak if he ended up dead on the front porch

Diluc wonders if dream you could be right...

The red-head finally notices the cold side of the bed you should be sleeping on. He more than remembers going to sleep with you

Panic sets in at the bottom of Dilucs stomach. He must be imagining things right? You’re probably just in the bathroom

A beat passes

Then three

No, you’re not in the bathroom. He would have heard you by now...

What if the dream was actually what had happened last night. A breath catches in the mans throat as he gets out of bed and throws a shirt on

If he couldn’t find you in his home has he truly lost you?

Diluc speedily walks through the halls of his home, checking the spare rooms, the study, the library, the living room, the dining room, the

Diluc opens the door to the kitchen his heart threatening to break out of his chest at the pace it’s beating when he finally spots you drinking a cup of tea, in your pajamas

Thank the archons it was just a dream

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” you ask getting up from the table in the kitchen to your sweating, hyperventilating partner

Diluc says nothing but opts to hugging you, his head bowing to your chest as he breaths you in

“Diluc, you’re worrying me” you tell him returning his embrace and rubbing circles on his back

“You weren’t in bed” is all he offers to tell you. You don’t push him on the details of why he is so panicked

“I couldn’t sleep so I came down for a herbal tea” you explain kissing the man on his bed of fluffy hair “I have a cup left in the kettle, I can pour one out for you” you offer

“Please” he breathes, but doesn’t move to let you go from the embrace, you can stand to hold him and tell him sweet nothings for a little while. Tea can always be reheated

Childe

It would only be right, and he suspected as much. You had told him that because of what has recently transpired in Liyue you cannot find yourself to love a brutal harbinger

Maybe its for the best. Childe concludes not paying much attention to his weeping heart. Maybe, you’d be happier not to be under the constant eye and scrutiny of the Qixing, the Milleth, and the watchful eye of Childes own fatui informants

Without much pause form Childes last thought the man finds himself waking in his room, unsure if the dream was reality or his mind playing tricks on him, he feels your side of the bed and notices a distinct lack of warmth... and you

He cries

Childe curls himself up in a ball determined to not get caught by anyone showing such an extreme and out of character emotion, he let himself cry. He’s pretty sure he’s sobbing loudly but he doesn’t care. It’s just him in the house anyway. The one person that he doesn’t mind seeing such emotions has left him

That’s until he hears the distinct click of the bedroom door open “Oh my archon Childe, are you okay?” you ask quickly making your way to the side of his bed and placing a hand on his shoulder

The man looks up to you, he isn’t sure if you’re real

“I thought-” he starts “I had a-” he tries to find his words without seeming like a crazed person “You weren’t-”

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here. I’m not planning on going anywhere” you console “I just had an epiphany in my dream and I had to write it down” you add explaining your absence. Childe nods along

“Stay” he tells you as you wipe the tears out of his eyes. You nod and hum

“Of course” you lay onto the bed and let Childe wrap himself around you

You hum him to sleep and whisper sweet nothings

Zhongli

‘I can’t love you anymore Zhongli, I feel obligated to come back to Liyue after every adventure, it’s starting to take a toll on me’

‘But our vows, [name] we made a contract at the altar’

‘To love each other, yes? Zhongli there’s no love left in this marriage, you sleep in the spare bedroom whenever I’m back, we sit in silence over dinner, I don’t think I’ve kissed you in months. The lack of love itself is the breach in the contract’

‘But I-’

‘Think about it, do you really feel the same love that you felt on the day we got married?’

‘[name]-’

Zhongli wakes up with a start, his heart beats a little fast for a second. The man convinces himself it’s just a dream he had, but the coldness of your side of the bed seems to speak otherwise

In all fairness, Zhongli should have rationalised his dream before he started wondering the house like a mad man. The only time he sleeps in the other bed is when you’ve suffered an extreme injury, dinners are often spent with jolly laughs and conversation. And Zhongli prides himself on the amount of affection he gives you around the house... and in the bedroom

But most things aren’t making sense in his head right now

“Zhongli my love” you call him upon noticing him in the hall. You had just come out of the bathroom after a midnight toilet break “Are you okay darling?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder

The tenseness in Zhongli’s shoulders dissipate as soon as you initiate the touch

“I love you” he tells you, the declaration is out of nowhere to you. But you smile at him and embrace him

“And I love you too” you pause bringing up your hand baring the ring that sits on it “And this ring is a reminder of our vows and my unyielding love to you” you tell him with a smile

Zhongli chuckles at you and returns your hug “You seem to always know how to comfort me my dear”

“It’s because I’m a mind reader” you jest matching your spouses chuckle

Venti

Disappeared. So much so that the thousand winds could tell Venti that you were in fact not in Mondstat and had travelled to Liyue from the time Venti was playing music in the tavern to when he knocked for you early the next morning

The only trace you left was a letter. Unmistakeably written by your hand

‘Venti, writing this in a letter is much easier than saying this to your face. I am quite simply tired of your antics, no matter try to talk to you, you seem to always brush me off. Be it the nights you spend at the tavern, my general concern when you disappear for days at end just to tell me you were at the thousand winds temple, stormterrors lair, or windrise, no matter how much I tell you I checked all three. Being in a constant state of concern isn’t good for me, it’s emotionally draining and I’m terrified of finding you dead somewhere, despite your archon blood. By the time you read this I’ll be in Liyue where I’ll be staying with a friend for a while. Tell me I’m going somewhere you can’t follow, and I’ll tell you this is how I have felt many a night. I wish I could have kept loving you, [name]’

A harsh way to break up Venti admits to himself rereading the paper a few times before waking up

A dream?

Venti holds his chest, surely a dream couldn’t conjure such a horrific sinking feeling that makes him want to just vomit

Looking to your side of the bed for your comfort the sinking feeling intensifies when he doesn’t see you

So it wasn’t a dream? Venti doesn’t want to call on his kin, the thousand winds, again just to be told once more that you’re currently in Liyue sipping tea with this cousin you had mentioned in the letter

The archon sits up in bed and takes deep breaths, he doesn’t want to explain to anybody that he had a panic attack over your horrific breakup letter, no no

After calming his breaths Venti steps out of bed with a shaky few steps before walking downstairs to engage in the typical breakout routine. Snacking. Maybe when you left you had elected to ignore some of the snacks you love to litter about your abode

When Venti walks in to the living room towards the kitchen he sees you nursing your head on the couch

“[name]?” he asks in almost disbelief

“Hm,” you answer before looking up to Venti “Oh hey love, sorry I’ve got a headache” you greet properly after a moment. Venti grins at you which causes you to tilt your head. Why is your headache so grin worthy? Weird...

“Would you like some paracetamol?” he asks walking beside you, you shake your head

“I just took some” you reply looking up at your partner “Though I’d love to rest my head on your thighs” you add. Venti more then obliges and settles down on the couch

“You know I had the strangest dream” Venti tells you after a prolonged amount of silence, you hum to let him know you’re listening “You left me” he says bluntly

Damn

You bring yourself up to Venti’s face with a smile and give him a kiss “I love you Venti, I wouldn’t leave you for even the prettiest lyre” you half console half jest

“That’s because the prettiest lyre is mine” Venti chuckles and you nod pressing another kiss to Venti’s lips

guys it’s 2.42am I’m so sorry if there’s grammatical errors, my brain isn’t catching up rn

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #venti x reader #genshin diluc #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin venti #diluc #childe #zhongli #venti #hurt/comfort #nightmares

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gyusbambi · 3 years

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humph; han seojun (pt 2)

click here for humph masterlist!

part 1, part 3

story: frenemies to enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis: seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

note: juyeong is reader’s brother and is not related to the lims, jugyeong doesn’t exist in this story. humph! is a story inspired by pentagon's "humph! / 접근금지". originally, this is a seungyeon fanfiction, which i posted on my wattpad. words: 4k

after the encounter, you try your best to avoid han seojun. everytime you spot him walking in the hallways, your feet start moving faster. every so often you won’t allow yourself to put all of your books into your locker and end up carrying the heavy things during the whole day. why does his locker have to be next to yours anyway?

seojun might be academically not the best, but he sure isn’t dumb.

clearly, he notices how you turn around and walk into a complete different classroom whenever he makes an appearance in the same hallway. he also notices how you always walk around with piles of books, never taking the chance to place them into your locker, since his own happens to be next to yours.

one day he spots lee suho helping you with carrying your books. smiling, you thank your friend and hand him over some of them. while heading towards the classroom together, you talk about the upcoming school trip. unfortunately, you’re not quite able to see what’s in front of you since the pile of books cover your sight slightly. yet, as seojun walks past suho, his shoulder hits suho’s which makes the books fall out of his hands with a loud thud.

quickly, you help suho collect the books on the floor and don’t fail to notice him muttering,

“what’s his problem?”

it’s an entertaining thursday evening as you spend time in the karaoke bar with your classmates. kang soojin, who happens to be suho’s childhood friend, asked you and suho to tag along with them. first, lee suho declined the kind offer but you luckily managed to convince him.

the noraebang is filled with laughter when taehoon, sua’s boyfriend, sings his lungs out to his favorite song. after your eyes wander from the couple too soojin and then too suho, a smile forms on your face. taehoon’s arm is around suho’s shoulder as they both sing a ballad. you’re happy that suho opens up to others more and you enjoy being able to spend time with these four, feeling like you’re making new friends.

however, it feels a little strange that seojun and chorong aren’t around. you remember how you would go to the karaoke bar every saturday, sometimes it was only seojun and you. secretly, you adored listening to his voice.

suddenly, the notification sound of your phone wakes you up from your short trance.

juyeong: why is seojun hyung’s bike in front of our house?

it’s a message from your younger brother. why hasn’t seojun picked up his bike yet?

while the others continue singing, you excuse yourself and walk outside in order to call your younger brother. patiently, you walk back and forth, waiting for him to answer the call. you sigh when he doesn’t pick up and are about to dial his number again.

before you can do so, you jump and let out a yelp at a familiar voice,

“y/n?”

it’s han seojun.

frightened you turn around, palm pressed to your heart.

“you scared me!” closing your eyes, you let out a relieved breath.

“you’re here too?” seojun ignores your shocked reaction.

“yes.”

“with whom?”

taken aback, you stay silent for a short moment, not knowing how to respond. clearly, you’re aware that seojun, for some reason, isn’t on good terms with suho. therefore, you wouldn’t want him to start a conflict with the innocent boy right here, at the karaoke bar.

“uh, i’m here with soojin a-”

abruptly you trail off when you spot lee suho himself at the entrance, searching for you while his glance shifts through the place. luckily, seojun’s back is facing the entrance. the boy in front of you waits for you to continue but is caught off guard when you pull him around the corner, before suho can find you.

“what are you doing?” seojun questions with lines forming between his brows.

nervously, you try to come up with an excuse while avoiding his gaze, checking behind his back if suho saw you,

“your motorcycle-”

“look who we have over here! seojunnie!”

at the sound of lee sungyong and his gang you stop talking and observe an annoyed expression appear on seojun’s face.

when you turn around to face them, they let out surprised laughs,

“y/n, long time no see!”

“why do you have to here.” seojun groan.

soon, you sense that something bad could happen any moment which makes you dart your glance around the area nervously, looking for a possible way out. timidly, you draw your mouth into a straight line before your fingers firmly grip around seojun’s, pulling him away from the others without thinking twice. the young boy seems shocked by your actions as his legs adjust to your pace.

in no time, you find yourself running away from lee sungyong and his gang, your hand still clutched on seojun’s wrist. adrenaline courses through your veins as you pass several stores, pushing people out of your way. to the sound of lee sungyong shouting your names, you keep your breath steady, push harder and run even faster.

seojun himself forces his legs to push harder, his lungs straining. his breath thickening, he steals a quick glance at you. the wind whips your hair away from your face as you face forwards with an uneasy look. his mind is frantic with thoughts: how is it possible to move this fast?

yet, at this great speed, you can barely see a few feet ahead of you. your feet nearly slip from beneath you when your shoes pound heavily across the ground and mud splashes up your leg.

noticing this, seojun rapidly takes your hand into his own without slowing down and takes the lead. since the boy is familiar with this dark area, he sprints around the next corner. the shoutings behind you don’t stop, demanding you to stop running. after sprinting for solid minutes, you finally hide behind a wall when seojun finds a way to trick the gangsters.

heart pounding faster than ever, you’re still concerned that they will find you. seojun squats down next to you, his legs tired from all the running. when your surroundings are safe, you swiftly stand up while your breath comes in short gasps.

claiming you’re tired would be an understatement. you are exhausted. still you feel relieved that you could escape the group of boys.

moments later seojun sighs with annoyance behind you.

“why did you have to drag me away?” the boy complains before you turn around to face him with a frown on your face.

it’s dark and quiet outside, indicating that it’s probably really late. the air is cold which makes you shiver for a moment. when you wait for him to continue instead of answering, seojun groans, not believing that you seriously don’t understand what he’s trying to point out.

“they’ll think it’s weird of us to run away like cowards. ah, you’re really dumb.”

“i’m dumb?”, you raise your voice with squinted eyes before he can leave,

“you’re the one who believes fish are wet.”

“fish are wet.” the boy slowly turns around to face you again.

“they’re not because they’re surrounded by water. once they get out of-”

“it’s water, y/n!”

it’s not worth arguing with someone as dumb as him.

with a mirthless smile you shake your head,

“you’re the dumb one.”

after that you leave to make your way home, completely forgetting to ask seojun about his motorcycle. the boy himself watches you walk away with a little worry. shouldn’t he walk you home at this time? ah, never mind.

and so he walks home by himself, not used to the fact that his motorcycle is away from him.

the next day in school seems like a regular one. fortunately, you were able to get enough sleep this time. thankfully, seojun’s motorcycle was no longer parked in front of your house this morning. not expecting anything spectacular to happen, you enter the classroom with several books in your arms, like always. however, as soon as some of your classmates notice you, they walk to your seat with widen eyes.

“y/n! where were you last night?”, soojin asks you with a calm tone.

sua hits your shoulder playfully and whines, “do you know how worried we were?!”

oh, no. you completely forgot to contact them after your small adventure with han seojun.

“poor suho looked everywhere for you.”, taehoon pouts, his glance darting to suho, who was sitting on his seat peacefully.

after hearing taehoon’s words, you turn your head to the innocent boy with regret written on your face,

“i’m so sorry.”

“don’t worry, y/n. we’re glad you’re okay.” suho smiles at you as the others agree.

the day passes normally, like you predicted, until lunch break.

considering kim chorong is nowhere to be seen, and you’re trying to stay away from han seojun, you sit next to you other friends during lunch. the same people from the karaoke bar talk about their plans after school, when suddenly everyone looks up to the sight of han seojun’s. his loud steps and irritated expression catches all the attention in the canteen.

however, you feel concerned when you’re approached by him, your heart beating a little faster.

“yah, y/l/n y/n.”

you gulp when he carefully talks in a controlled voice, glaring at you through his cat like eyes,

“come out.”

the whole lunch room gasps with surprise at his statement, anticipating on what will happen next. just when he grabs your arm to drag you out of the room, lee suho steps between you both, slapping seojun’s grip away from your arm,

“what do you think you’re doing?”, he speaks with a low voice.

“you better stay out of this.”

han seojun hisses and holds on your uniform this time, pulling you away from the others.

your head is filled with endless questions when you’re forced to follow him out. what have you done wrong? the corridor is empty and silent as the boy in front of you pounds his hand on the wall behind you, leaving only a small gap between your faces. your back is pressed against the cold wall.

blown away by the sudden closeness you swallow dryly, unable to wet your parched throat. his sudden change in mood slightly intimates you.

“you think you can piss me off easily?”

you’re taken aback when he snaps.

“wh-what are you talking about?” nervously, you stammer while excessively blinking.

after that, seojun laughs with edge, eyes leaving yours for a moment to remain his calm. why are you pretending to not know? seconds later he bends down to your height, now even closer than before. eyes looking deeply into yours, he tries to read you. yet, the only thing he’s able to see is your confusion.

“do you believe giving my keys to that bastard is funny?”

“i have no clue what you’re talking about.”

luckily, the worry in you melts down a little but you’re still confused.

“you’re really starting to get on my nerves now. this morning lee sungyong came to me with these, and my damaged bike.”

frustrated, seojun takes his keys out of his jacket-pocket and holds them up for you too see. a line forms between your brows when you stare at the keys, waiting for him to continue,

“and what do i have to do with that?”

“are you kidding me?! you’re the person who had my keys the whole time!” seojun hisses, his voice raising which causes you to flinch lightly,

“my bike was parked in front of your house, remember? you gave my keys to that bastard!”

“i didn’t have your keys!” finally you defend yourself, slowly getting annoyed by his behavior.

“you did, i gave them to you last week!”

seojun’s face is still insanely close to yours.

“you did, but i gave them back to you.” you look into his eyes with confusion.

“what?” seojun’s expression reflects your own.

“i-i put them into your pocket. didn’t you notice?”

oh no. he absolutely didn’t.

“when did you do that?”

“the day after you gave them to me. i thought you would notice.” you mumble the last part quietly, suddenly feeling like it’s your fault.

precisely, you remember how you put seojun’s keys back in his jacket, which was hanging on his seat when he wasn’t around. taking the opportunity, you decided to quickly put them in there without having to face seojun for it, since you weren’t on good terms.

all this time you wondered why the boy wouldn’t pick up his bike. it was standing there whole time, which made you believe that maybe he truly wanted to quit riding his motorcycle.

however, it turns out that he never noticed. how did the others find his keys, though? was it your fault? perhaps you should have simply handed them to him personally instead of being stubborn.

seojun sighs with frustration and runs his hand through his hair,

“how did they get them then?”

suddenly it all clicks. everything makes sense when you remember every detail from last night. with unease your eyes widen,

“the jacket you wore last night... it was the navy one, right?”

he thinks for a moment before nodding, waiting for you to continue.

“i put the keys in that one. maybe it slipped out while we were running?”

you glance around, not focusing on anything as you try to avoid his eyes. this doesn’t feel good at all.

a momentary look of discomfort crosses seojun’s face. he realizes that you’re possibly right and that he shouldn’t have accused you to do something like that. the fact that he already messed up by telling suho to stay away from you makes everything even worse. he feels guilty when he catches you looking around nervously. it’s not your fault.

right when he’s about to form words, two students run past him which causes him to stumble over his feet in shock. on the spur of the moment, his body is pressed on yours. at the sudden contact, you let out a small gasp when you notice that you’re stuck between him and the wall. one of his palms is still pressed against the wall behind you, while the other one holds on your shoulder to steady himself.

both of you look up at the same time, embarrassed by his sudden actions. when your eyes meet, your heart pounds against your ribs as if trying to reach thousand beats. it’s so intense that you internally pray for him not to hear it. his face is only a few centimetres away from yours which makes you freeze on spot. somehow you feel his breath on your cheek and you think you’re about to lose it.

why are you so nervous suddenly?

why does his gaze make your heart beat so fast?

carefully, you study seojun’s face. his dark hair partly falls over his forehead, his eyes now relaxed, cheeks tinted a bright shade of pink.

in fact, seojun is blushing profusely. just like you, he’s taken aback by the closeness and can’t help but gaze into your eyes deeply. he too, feels strangely nervous, a little too nervous if truth be told.

after what seems like seconds, you can’t stand it anymore and forcefully hit his forehead with your head, which makes him stumble backwards.

probing the pained area, seojun winces, “what the hell?!”

“i-i told you i didn’t give them your keys!”, you decide to come up with that instead of showing how the boy effected you so easily,

“you always put the blame on me.” after mumbling that you rush back to the canteen in super speed, hoping for your poor heart to calm down.

seojun only watches you sprint away, unaware of how he made you feel. rubbing his forehead painfully, he shakes his head in order to get rid of his thoughts.

there’s no way. i should probably just see a doctor.

time passes quickly and finally the important day has come: the school trip. everyone from your grade was talking about the upcoming event the whole time, planing several games and activities. for you it seems nice too but since you’re avoiding seojun, which also automatically makes it harder to see chorong, you worry how you’re going to spend the whole time on your own. it’s a bummer that lee suho refused to join the trip. certainly, you attempted to convince your friend but unsuccessful.

as soon as you arrive at the school gates, where everyone is already waiting with their suitcases, you feel uneasy. nearing the others, you concern about the fact that you’ll probably have to sit alone in the bus. yet, when you finally approach the others you spot suho standing next to soojin, sua and taehoon. instantly, a smile appears on your face and you greet them, adding that you’re happy for suho to join them. glancing around, it doesn’t take you long to see han seojun next to kim chorong. without looking at them for too long, you focus back on your other friend group with little uncertainty.

one by one, students enter the bus after putting their suitcases into the bus trunk. for some reason you happen to be the last person to enter the bus. after putting your luggage into the trunk, you’re ready to go inside. yet, out of nowhere chorong appears in front of you with puppy eyes, begging for you to pack his snacks into your backpack, since his own is already full. not thinking about it too much, you agree and start placing them into your bag. chorong smiles with satisfaction and thanks you before his eyes check behind him. he winks at sua and gives her a sign after making sure you’re not paying attention to him.

sua then pushes her boyfriend and soojin inside when nobody is left, leaving chorong and you alone. eventually you manage to push in all the snacks into your bag. you’re surprised when you see that everyone is already in the bus and follow chorong inside as well.

as soon as you enter, suho finds your eyes and waves at you, indicating that he saved you a seat next to him. happily, you nod and wait for the others in front of you to take their seats.

you fail to notice chorong’s eyes widen when he stops in front of you, not allowing you to sit next to lee suho. sua understands the situation and slightly pushes kang soojin towards the empty seat next to suho.

oh, well.

both of your friends exchange surprised looks. however, seconds later soojin smiles at the boy next to him, starting a conversation.

as a matter of fact, you feel upset. disappointed, you move on, eyes not leaving chorong’s back. who are you going to sit next to now?

when the boy in front eventually arrives at the very back, you’re concerned. surprisingly, kim chorong takes the seat behind han seojun, leaving the last seat, which was next to seojun, for you.

han seojun doesn’t bother looking up, as he’s focused on his phone. clearing your throat, you request,

“chorong-ah, change seats with me.”

“nah, i like this seat.” stubbornly, he crosses his arms across his chest, head leaning against the window with closed eyes.

the short conversation catches seojun’s attention and he looks up with curiosity. after taking a look at the filled seats his eyes land and you. he’s surprised when he notices that you have to take seat next to him.

letting out a quiet sigh, you give chorong one last glare before sitting next to seojun. this is either going to be really awkward or provoking.

of course, once again you don’t notice chorong peeking at the both of you before giving sua and taehoon a thumbs up, content that their plan worked successfully.

“are you sure this is a good idea?” taehoon whispers to his girlfriend,

“they look like they’ll throw hands at each other any moment.”

“ ah, don’t worry. they’ll make up sooner than you think.” sua takes a quick glimpse of you plugging in your earpods without exchanging any words with the boy next to you.

but sua was wrong.

half an hour already passes and you still haven’t spoken any word. although, there‘s a small desire of talking to you in seojun, he can‘t make himself form the right words.

right when chorong is about to lose hope and fall asleep, something finally happens.

feeling tired from all the packing last night, you sense your eyelids getting heavier and you’re struggling to keep them open. nonetheless, you’re no longer able to do so and you fall asleep instantly.

out of the blue seojun feels your head resting on his shoulder. the boy is dumbstruck when his eyes widen, holding in his breath for a moment. his body shuts down and he doesn’t know how to react when his posture stiffens. besides that, he feels the skin on his shoulder tingle.

seojun almost curses under his breath when his heart races once again. this time, there’s a fluttering in his stomach as well, causing him to go speechless. from the corner of his eye, he observes your expression. a slight frown forms on your face, hair covering parts of it, lips in a small pout.

no matter what you do, you look so effortlessly... good. it doesn’t make a difference to him if you’re annoyed, confused, happy or simply tired. he always notices himself looking at you the same way, with adoring eyes. attempting to ignore it, he chose to tease you, not daring to ever show you.

he knew he went to far and feels stupid for his actions. yet, why doesn’t he just apologize? perhaps he doesn’t want to accept the fact that you mean much more to him. perhaps he’s afraid he’ll never mean more to you.

still asleep, you unknowingly move your head closer to seojun’s chest, feeling more comfortable this way. after that, he feels your arm wrap around his torso, almost snuggling him.

the boy’s heart melts at the sight of you. although his heart feels like exploding, he doesn’t want to admit that he kinda enjoys the skin-ship with his you. right when he’s about to run his hand through your hair, the sound of a camera catches his attention.

he looks up to find sua taking a polaroid picture, chorong awing at the sight of his two friends sharing a moment.

“aw, you guys are so cute!” sua jumps up and down, while handing seojun the polaroid picture.

suddenly seojun gets aware of his surroundings and the situation he finds himself in. he blinks a few times before moving his shoulder purposely while coughing, making your head fall down in a swift move.

before it hits his lap, you open your eyes and rub them with a displeased expression,

“what happened?”, you ask with a low voice, completely clueless.

“why- why do you fall asleep on my shoulder? that’s so uncomfortable. get a pillow or something!”

seojun stammers in the beginning, eyes not able to meet your tired ones. your friends sigh with annoyance and return to their seats, disappointed by seojun’s change in mood.

“sorry.” after rubbing your eyes, you steal a short glance at seojun. you’re slightly embarrassed and fix your hair while sitting up properly.

the boy only shrugs, quickly hiding the polaroid in the pocket inside of his jacket before you can see it.

seemingly, this trip is not going to be easy for han seojun.

little does he know, this was only the beginning of cupid chorong’s plan.

to be continued...

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hwrryscherry · 3 years

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The one where Harry and Model Y/N go undercover in the internet

characters: HARRYxMODELY/N

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N go undercover on the internet with fake accounts on TikTok and Instagram for an interview for GQ magazine on a video pre Grammys.

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author's note: HI GUYS! This is a request that I received a while ago but only finished it now because of school and all that stuff that I've told y'all a million times. Anyway, I tried my best on this request cause I think I lost my way of writing a little lol but anyway, I hope you like it and I hope that for the ones who misses Harry and Model Y/N this can be a great gift. Love y'all and thank you for the constant support and love on them💜 Stay Safe and Always remember to tpwk and that you're so golden💜💜💜

It was about 3 pm when you and Harry naturally came into the studio set on the building of GQ magazine with tender smiles on your faces covered by masks as you greeted everybody in the room in which there wasn’t many people in it. Harry was dressed in one of the many Gucci shirts he owned, with freshly washed hair that made you smell his pleasant scent from inches away just because he was wearing your favoured one and you'd always recognize it. You also detected the many rings on his fingers, including the one that you had bought for him as a 27th birthday present and by god, he was so thrilled about the ring and had a big smile on his face all day so he felt like he wanted to use it every day. Oh and how good his birthday was. You weren't able to have a party, obviously, but you still managed to celebrate somehow. In the morning, you gave him his favorite breakfast and then he, Gemma and Anne stayed on a zoom call for about an hour. You bought some yellow balloons to put in the living room just to give that birthday vibe and during the night, you had no more than four friends in your LA house, all properly protected and saved. You just ordered a few pizzas and watched some of Harry's favorite movies. It was simple but with an incredible energy, receiving a tiny group around while doing something y'all liked was everything Harry wanted most, mainly because he would have to wake up early the next day to go to the set of "Don't Worry Darling." as they were about to finish filming.

But today was another day. In earlier Febraury, the GQ magazine team reached out to your businessmen with the proposal that you and Harry would record a video together answering questions about your relationship to be published before the Grammys and after you consider whether it would be the best thing to do or not because of the many reactions you could get from it, you both agreed to do it. You’d always try to consider every little possibility when it comes to your and Harry’s relationship as the media can be very mean and disrepecftul.

Instead of Harry, you had a black miniskirt, long sleeve white blouse and a small black blazer with your Fendi plaid boots, which was Harry's personal choice for today as you’ve told him that he could chose an outfit for you to wear. You two spent a few minutes in the makeup chair doing touch-ups on your hair and makeup right before you were both ready to shoot. You walked from the makeup table to the center of the studio where you could see the crew behind the cameras and the big white background with a table and two black chairs right in the center. The table had a computer upon it only. After sitting down and having the microphones popped at you, you looked up when you heard the directors asking if you were ready and when you nod and the count is over, the camera started recording.

‘‘Hi, I'm Harry Styles!'’ You greeted the camera with a big smile on your face, eliciting a laugh from Harry about your unexpected "joke.". Honestly, today was a good day for both of you where you were both in an extremely good mood. Unlike the other days where you were quarantined, you were emotionally untired and in the mood to film and have a small social interaction, which is rare.

‘’And I'm Y/N Y/L/N!'’ Harry said joining in the joke with you and then looking at you as he waited for you to say the rest of the introductory phrase but only realizing you were smiling at the camera without saying anything. '’Y/N!'’ Harry called calmly causing you to turn your head to face him and realize he wanted you to continue instead of continuing himself.

'’Oh sorry, I thought you were going to continue'’ You whispered conspiratorially to him before taking a deep breath and resting your hands on the table when you returned your gaze to the camera. ‘’And we’re gonna go undercover on the internet today!!’’

‘’Yeah, I'm scared!'’ Harry said when opening the laptop that was over the table and turning it on. You sat back in your chair so that you could see the laptop screen clearly and smirked a little when you heard your boyfriend's words.

‘’Hm... Let's do TikTok!'’ Harry said after a few seconds in silence while thinking. Harry's words made you chuckle his words because you knew that Harry doesn't comprehend anything about TikTok and didn't have an account but you both would usually find yourselves in bed watching tiktoks for hours. '’Which username should we put in?'’, Harry asked without taking his eyes off the screen.

‘’You should be! I’ll expose all of your deepest secrets in this video'’ You said while raising your eyebrows in a playful way eliciting a laugh from Harry, one by the way, that he tried hard to sound a little desperate for people watching '’Alright, what should we do first?’’

‘’Put ‘’simp4harry’’ !" You said with a smirk on your lips as Harry let out a nasal laugh but put that username either way.

‘’Okay, but how did you think of that username so fast? I think it’s very creative'’ Harry asked as he finished creating the account.

‘’It's the username I put on everything!'’ You answered as you ran your right hand through your hair.

‘’Oh yes? So is this your Only Fans username?'’ Harry mockingly asked making you laugh and take your eyes off the screen and look at his face.

‘’No, I don't even have an account on Only Fans, for God's sake Styles'’. You answered as mockingly as he did, '’Why? You have one?'’ You asked calmly.

‘’No, I'm a one-woman man!'’ Harry said to cause you to smile convincingly.

'’Can someone get me a bottle of water, please?'’ You asked gently for the people who were on the set and smiled thanking the person who brought you.

‘’Thank you!'’ You answered sounding a little bit shy, even though you’re a public person and listen to compliments quite often, you still don’t know how to react to them. You took a deep breath and raised your eyebrows before using your finger to point to the laptop screen as he opened your tiktok account, ‘’I mean, I don’t even know why I’d be one of the best ones to follow since all I post on tiktok is unnecessary and stupid things that goes through my mind during the day.’’

‘’So inconvenient!'’ Harry whispered playfully. You two had this habit of being sassy to each other, and everyone around you was used to it. This craze started because the first time you guys hang out together in Shanghai, you just talked like you’ve known each other for years and not just five hours.

'’I didn't drink water today, do you want me to be thirsty? I thought you loved me!'’ You used a dramatic tone when speaking before drinking a sip of water.

‘’I did!'’ Harry replied in a low tone finishing logging in the TikTok feed.

‘’What do you mean ''you did''?'’ You answered in a loud tone holding the laugh with Harry.

‘’Okay, focus on TikTok! Focus on TikTok!'’ Harry said with a laugh as you now brought his attention to the screen as well, ‘’Hm, let's look at my girl's account!'’, Harry said as he typed your tiktok username in the search bar. You took a sip of the water in the bottle and put it on the table, ‘’AND by the way, do you guys know that this woman over here was listed by The Cut as one of the best tiktokers to follow today? And I’m so proud’’

‘’Well, I love how you appreciate your talents, love!'’ Harry replied sarcastically with a smirk on his lips making you chuckle. He didn't like it very much when you belittled something you did, even if it was something that was really bad, he didn't like it. Not just with you though, but with all the people in the world. Harry doesn't like it when people don't recognize their worth.

‘’Ok, here’s the first one! I’ll be reacting to it!'’ Harry spoke in a playful tone while clicking on the video as he knew very well it was not a react video but to answer questions. Harry clicked on the first video, this time you were propped up with your face close to the camera with folded arms dubbed to the sound that was in the background. You then take the transparent glasses pulled over the beige in a matter of color that was in front of you on the table and put them under your eyes never failing to dub the song. Then you move away from the camera and can see you are wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. And then you take your Louis Vuitton Coussin PM silver bag and place it on your shoulder before the video ends ‘’Alright, so on this video you don’t do anything else than mimicking to the song.’’

‘’No, but like, seriously!'’ You complemented. '’We’ll watch some of them, and you’ll see how silly they are!

‘’I know that’s why I said that it stupid!'’ You exclaimed as you crossed your arms on the table. ‘’Let’s see the comments'’ You, yourself clicked on the comments area with your hand before Harry did and observed as comments poped up.

‘’Ok so the user @username1 asked ‘’How does it feel being the coolest person ever’’, tell me Y/N, how does it feel like?'’ Harry asked with a smirk to you as he turned his head to encounter your face with raised eyebrows.

‘’Oh, it feels so nice!'’ You responded in a playful tone causing both of you to laugh at your conviction, even though you knew it was a teasing tone and not narcissistic ‘’Everybody knows I’m like, the coolest person alive so...'’ You convincingly said running your hand through a few strands of your hair and then take a deep breath and put a lock of hair behind your ear. ‘’No, I’m just kidding. I’m not cool everyday, honestly there are days that I’m the most annoying person ever so I definetely have my good and bad days.’’

‘’Oh and those annoying moments'’ Harry said in an ironic tone, letting out a dramatic sigh causing you to frown and slightly open your mouth as an offense while holding your laughter as you exclaimed a loud '' excuse me?’‘ as an answer. Harry returned his attention to the comments on the screen again and frowned and brought his face slightly closer to the screen to read ‘’Okay so @username2 asked ‘’new trend: are you engaged?’’. No guys are not. We’ve never been engaged.’’

‘’I feel like we’ve been engaged since 2017!'’ You said sarcastically remembering all the rumors about engagement, babies and dating. Since the first time you has met there were rumors, thousands of them, all the time but you and Harry chose not to comment on them as it would just be a big waste of time.

‘’Exactly and we weren’t even dating in 2017!'’ Harry complemented by looking away from the camera at his nodded face. '’But anyway...’’ Harry said taking a deep breath '’I love how random your tiktok actually is!’’

"I know! I am planning a whole video to film on Grammys day because I'm in love with my outfit and i’m so excited for it!" You said changing the subject but being excited about the idea. After the announcement of nominations and with all the excitement you felt for Harry, you agreed you would attend the Grammys together; it was something important because not only was he running for three awards but also because you never attended any events side by side, except at the 2019 Met Gala. Then the pressures would increase but Harry knew it would be so much easier if he had you there with him. Because whether or not he took the awards home, he knew you were there and he would be grateful for at least being nominated for sure.

"Wait, which outfit did you pick? " Harry asked as he left the tiktok site on the laptop and entered Instagram. Harry selected searched for the hashtag of both of your names as a ship name on the explorer, so it would be easier to find what both of you wanted. "You showed me three different outfits but didn’t told me which one you chose!"

"Oh, I choose the black Prada one!" You answered calmly. Harry stopped using the laptop and turned his head quickly to face his face causing you to look surprised and confused at him due to your reaction. It was his favorite outfit from the three that you had shown to him. "What?I wanna look great before you win your first award and I start ugly crying."

"Oh my god, you’re probably more excited than me." Harry said turning his attention back to the laptop screen.

"Of course I am, I cannot wait to walk around telling people that my boyfriend is not only a three times grammy nominated but a grammy winner!" You answered as you grabbed the water bottle that you had previously asked and drinking a sip.

"Anyway, let’s see!" Harry said as he started searching through the hashtag posts, also drawing his attention to the same screen. You then see a post that catches your eye and points it so that Harry can click. The post was a picture of Harry on the Met Gala carpet with ‘’Harry pierced his own ear for the Met Gala with a needle’’ written on it. "Ok, that’s true! But, now ask me why I had to pierce my own ear?!" He asked ironically, as if he were playing a trick on you, because he knew very well you had a mini argument that day since you refused to pierce his ear with the fricking needle.

"I told you I wouldn’t do it! Do you even have any idea of how dangerous that was?" You replied right after rolling your eyes, but your tone of voice remained calm and you didn't get heated when you spoke. "You know you need to sterilize, right? And what if you had caught an infection? Do you really think I was going to do that? You're an adult. I can't stop you, but I wasn't going to pierce your ear."

"Hey, hey, hey!" He said causing you to stop talking and look at him. Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at you with a smirk before speaking. "The thing is: I really wanted to pierce my ear, and we wear finishing getting ready in New York. I asked Y/N if she had a needle. Neither her and Alessandro wanted to do it. Literally no one wanted to do it but I was very much decided so I did it myself and my ear is completely fine by the way" Harry said the last part making you roll your eyes again while looking at the camera and take a deep breath.

"Anyway..." You said as you dived back into the posts. In one of them you read someone saying in a comment that you and Harry would probably never fight. "Here, this one says ‘’I feel like they’re the type of couple that never fights and when they do, the fight lasts for 30 seconds’’".

"Absolutely untrue!" Harry said almost that immidiately while you nodded agreeing with him.

"Guys, every couple in the world argues. It’s natural, it’s not because we don’t have big arguments and talk shit about each other on the internet that we don’t have conflicts or understatement" You explained. You and Harry are really compatible, but you still have your moments and it’s important to recognize it. No relationship is perfect and disagreeing on things is absolutely understandable.

"Yeah, specially ‘cause we’re different people that come from different places and had different experiences. As long as the disagreements are not causing you serious mental and emotional harm is normal" Harry complemented your thought. It’s important to notice when a relationship is not making you feel good anymore. If your unhappy for any reason is important to leave and to search for help if needed. "See, if you could change anything in our relationship, what would it be?" Harry asked making you pay attention to his words and face as you thought attentively in silence for a few seconds.

"I think I would probably change the fact that we’re usually really far away from each other!" You said calmly while looking at him. "Like, you’re always travelling and so I am, so I feel like it can get hard sometimes because of that and I’d definitely would change that if I could do it without like, changing our whole careers and lives."

"Yeah, I’d probably change that as well!" Harry agreed nodding to you as he was thinking as well. "I’m very grateful for quarantine on that point because we could spend more time together without being so long apart from each other. Of course I wish it was on different situations but I’m grateful for that" Harry said and you could understand that completely. You and Harry had been dating since 2018 and had spend months apart from each other and only you both truly knew how hard it could get sometimes, specially when you had the whole world to judge both of you.

"I fully understand it! Sometimes I think about everyone who spent this past year alone, and I’m really grateful for having you with me...LIke, you’re my best friend, you know this" You said looking at Harry’s face. He had a growing tender smile on his face that was starting to make you nervous and emotional on the same time as you remembered the past year. You felt your eyes getting wet and let out a chuckle looking away from his gaze. "I’m getting emotional! It’s all about my cancer rising today!"

"Oh sure, it’s always zodiac’s fault!" Harry said laughing and then looking at the screen and the crew on the backstage while gesturing with his hands. "That’s probably one thing about Y/N that you guys don’t know. She fully believes on zodiac signs and those stuffs. Actually, there was one time when she told me that we couldn’t be together because our signs were incompatible."

"Okay but like, Harry is an Aquarius and I’m a Taurus. We are incompatible when it comes to zodiac signs!" You said between giggles as you tried justifying your point even though Harry knew you were joking when you said that to him. He didn’t know at the time though he was very much surprised and scared when you said it.

"But anyway, I’m glad that we spend this time together. It’s been weird and funny at the same time like the spaghetti day!" Harry said holding his giggles as he watched your eyes widen because you knew exactly what he was talking about.

"NO, we're not talking about this!" You talked fastly while laughing at the same time as Harry as you both remembered that one night in quarantine when a spaghetti night went completely wrong and he came on the kitchen to see you and a kitchen with spaghetti and tomato sauce all over the floor and the walls and how you cried to convince him to clean the whole kitchen alone and failed. "Ok, let's finish the video here before things are leaked!" You said giggling.

"Alright, this was very nice. Thank you GQ for having us and I hope we weren't the worst guests you've ever had!" Harry said joking even though you both knew that it was quite hard to be very open in the media specially about your relationship but you tried your hardest.

"Don't forget to watch Harry peform on Grammys on sunday!" You said.

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dourpeep · 3 years

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OKAY time for a college au!!

You 3 know each other from before college

You and kazuha were seating next to each other during your first year of high school you became close enough to greet each other whenever you guys pass by each other

And you and Xiao were best friends from kindergarten to 2 grade but unfortunately you had to move suddenly you two tried to keep contact but the two of you made new friends and kinda lost contact with each other

So when you go to college you meet kazuha at the front desk when you're trying to get your schedule and yall are like "omg I'm so happy to see someone that I know here!" and when you guys check your schedules it turns out that the two of you have the same class during the first period

And you're like "we've got 30 minutes wanna go grab a cup of coffee and get lost together?" and kazu knows that you playfully flirt with your friends so he jokingly says "are you asking me out for a date? Because if you are then I accept!" and you guys talk on the way to class and the two of you barely make it on time

Class ends and you're sad to say goodbye to the only person you know on campus but then all of a sudden he hits you with a "by the way can I have your number?" so you two exchange numbers

Later you're going to your last class and it turns out that this class doesn't have many people you go sit in the back and someone comes up to you and is like "can I sit next to you? " you say yes obviously

But the thing is... there is something very familiar about this guy and you just can't put your finger on it so you kind of stare at him without realizing it

Of course he noticed how hard you've been staring at him and turns around and is like "what? Is there something on my face?" that's when it finally clicks

And you're just like "XIAO??! IS THAT REALLY YOU?!!" but the teacher comes in so you two can't really talk

But the moment class ends you tell him who you are and take a few minutes to catch up

Though I say catch up it was mostly you teasing him saying shit like "I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!" (he's starting to think that maybe he should have sat somewhere else)

So you're like "hey how we go actually catch up I've got some coupons for this café I went to this morning with a friend"

He doesn't have a reason to say no so he just accepts the invitation

When you guys get there who do you meet? KAZUHA! This man actually works there!

When you see him you're like "kazuha why didn't you tell me that you work here?" but he pretends not to know you and is like "oh? Well who might this fine customer be?" you can tell he's joking by the way he's trying not to laugh so you decide to play along

Poor Xiao is starting to regret coming with you (but don't worry he got 2 plates of almond tofu as an apology)

-no primogems (I'll make another part later where you 3 become roommates)

YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS-

dhfaeiahe I realize now that I should've just posted this as is since I wasn't planning on adding to this but might as well add in some thoughts I've had about this lovely trio eh??? tbh I didn't add much I just slipped in a few little things hehe

Can you guess the roomates?? Also the bio professor is Albedo ehe

Anyway!!

Considering it's the first semester of college, you haven't yet decided on your major. Luckily, you have quite a few general education classes to take, so you register all in one night.

You'll have the time to figure it all out as time goes by, no?

The rest of summer is spent juggling moving into the campus' dorms, working, and keeping up with some friends from high school. While you've kept contact with a few friends, you definitely kicked yourself in the ass for forgetting to ask Kazuha for his number...how could you forget one of your best friends?

But, you suppose that he's far off in a whole other city with his wish to experience more. You can't help but wonder what he's up to.

Then, the first day of classes starts.

How did you not figure out where everything is first? Instead of moping, you trudge to the administrative building early to ask for directions and, even better, a map of the large campus.

Instead, you find a familiar head of cream-colored hair.

Immediately, you gasp and he turns around in confusion, only for a soft smile to spread over his features. It's only been a summer but it's a relief to see that you know another person. Comparing schedules, he points out that you both have Communications 1301 together.

For once, you're glad you have to take these mandatory courses...

But with an abundance of time (as Kazuha just so happens to know where the class is), he accepts your jokingly firtatious proposal to head to the cafe just across campus to grab a morning drink.

It's hardly been long since you've last spoken to him, but there's still so much to talk about! It turns out he opted to rent out a small studio apartment just a few blocks away from campus! Naturally, he invites you over sometime.

He's also admitted that he decided to major in English--something you're not surprised to hear. After all, Kazuha's a natural at the subject, exceeding the assignments and always so eloquent.

If you recall correctly, he used to tote around a little notebook full of little musings and poetry during high school. You wonder if he still does that.

You talk about how you've just moved into the dorms a week ago, how you're lucky to be rooming with two musically inclined (if not a bit rowdy) people. You're sure that he'd take a liking to them once everything is calmed down a bit. Kazuha just raises a brow in half-doubt.

Before you know it, it's been an hours and, to your horror, your first class starts in five minutes. Not to mention that it was back closer to the admin building and you were on the opposite side of campus.

But it's still fun, Kazuha laughing as you jolt up and tug him to stand, the two of you running to get to class on time. With heaving breaths and flushed faces, you make it just a few minutes late. Luckily, your professor didn't mind because it was the first day...

Following class, you have to make your way to Bio 1301, Kazuha having a major-specific English course to get to. Before you can speak, though, he offers his phone to you. It's newer than his old flip phone you'd tease him about all the time, the screen clean save for a few stray fingerprints.

After you put in your number, he beams and quickly sends you a call so you can have his too.

"Call me after you're done with classes, alright?"

You promise to and the two of you set off.

Biology proves to be uneventful, a full hour and a half of the (rather attractive) professor going over what to expect as well as passing out lab waiver forms. A necessary precaution, he said with a reserved sigh. You wonder what happened.

When the hour ends, you have some time before World History, followed by a Trigonometry course.

By the time you find your trig class, most of the seats are already taken, making that feeling of dread fill the pit of your stomach. Nothing is worse than being forced to take whatever seat is left. But, noticing a seat by the windows, it's not so bad.

You're in the back, though, settling your bag beneath your chair and picking out a pen and schedule book.

At some point, someone walks in and asks if the seat in front of you is taken. You don't bother to look up long as you fish out a notebook, letting him know it's free.

As class goes on, you realize that the guy in front of you most likely hasn't been paying attention. Considering that the professor has been rehashing stuff from Algebra...you're not surprised. But something about his dark hair catches your eye. Not to mention his striking gold eyes...hm.

It's not until you catch his profile as he stares out the window that it clicks.

"Xiao."

His eyes dart to look at you, a confused look washing over his face. You repeat his name.

"Yes?"

Part of him is just about ready to leave as recognition floods your expression, smile wide. How could you possibly---

"I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!"

The tips of his ears turn red fast, something that you remember very well about him, and his gaze quickly flicks over to the professor still dragging on. When gold settles back on you, they're practically begging for you to lower your voice.

"It's been forever--I can't believe that you-"

"If you're going to talk, do it outside of class."

Ah. Oopsie.

Time seems to drag on while you buzz in your seat, excited to see your childhood friend after loosing contact. You've missed him over the years, always wondering what happened to him, how he's been. And finally, when class ends, he gets up and waits for you.

Naturally, you want to catch up, so you invite him to go to the cafe with you for a late lunch.

"You still like almond tofu right? It's all you used to eat when we were little." Laughing, you nudge his shoulder and the color returns to his cheeks as he mumbles a yes.

When you step into the cafe, a familiar voice greets you.

"If I knew a cute customer would be coming, I would've gone on break."

Kazuha leans on the counter, mirth in his eyes and you gasp. It makes sense now, why he's so well acquainted with the campus and why he'd already known what to order when you arrived for drinks-

"What can I get for you today?"

"Your number."

Xiao's face pales at the blatant flirting, wondering if he should've just declined the invitation to the cafe until the two of you burst into laughter. Though, it's hardly better.

"Sorry, sorry- This is Kazuha, one of my friends from high school. Kazuha, this is my childhood best friend Xiao."

With a day so filled with nice coincidences, you doubt that life can get any better than this.

Oh, how wrong you'd be.

#anon asks #no primogems anon #kazuha x xiao x reader #xiao and his two lovely dumb s/o's #college au #polycule #polyamory #meet cute #xiao #kazuha #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact fics #genshin impact

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ange1s · 3 years

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cherry emoji - mark lee

synopsis: in which mark asks to see your boobs, and the idea you had of your relationship is thrown up in the air.

wc: 3.6k

genre: this is so fluffy it hurts, some angst but nothing crazy

tw: suggestive themes (boobs), swearing

playlist: pluto projector by rex orange county, ivy by frank ocean, tapestry by bruno major

a/n: guess whos back ,, back again ,,, ange1s back ,,, tell a friend,,,, also this is unedited so i'm sorry if theres a mistake :')

my anon asks are open !! feel free to ask me anything or request something <3

“i have a weird question.” mark says timidly. you’re sat on the floor, your back against his bed playing a rhythm game on your phone. he is sat at his desk, parallel to his bed, but with the rolling chair swivelled around to face you straight ahead. you don’t look up.

“hmm.” you hum, focused on the game.

mark swallows. “can i see your boobs?”

you drop your phone into your lap, forgetting about the game. you look up at him, straight into his eyes, and you giggle.

“wait, what?”

mark avoids your eyes almost fearfully, as if you were a detective questioning him for a crime. “can i see your boobs?” softer, this time.

you let out a shallow laugh. “don’t you watch porn? there are boobs there.”

mark blushes. “no! i mean, yes i do, but not real boobs.”

you cross your arms under your boobs on purpose, just to push them up a little higher to drive him nuts. mark sits back in his chair in frustration.

“so you think women aren’t real? that all boobs in porn are fake? jeez mark i thought you cared about women-“

“no! that’s not what i meant!” he says, exasperated. he continues to avoid eye contact with you. “of course i don’t think-“

you laugh again, keeling over. “relax mark, i know you don’t think all women are plastic.”

“look, there’s nothing wrong with being plastic, women can do whatever they-“ mark speaks quickly and nervously as if he were on trial.

“shut up minhyung,” you cut him off with a softer, more serious tone. “why do you want to see my boobs? you’re famous and cute. you could instantly find boobs wherever you go.”

he chuckles. “the word boob is so funny.”

“not the point, minhyung!”

he leans back over, the embarrassment slowly washing away. “stop calling me minhyung!”

“never, minhyung!” you retort without even thinking. you stand up to sit on his bed, now at eye level with him. “now, explain.”

“i… i dunno. i’ve just never seen boobs before. like, in person.”

you look directly at him, brain not even thinking anymore. words just fly out of your mouth with ease. “were you breastfed?”

“y/n!” he exclaims out of frustration. the embarrassment fizzles back in. he throws his head to the back of his chair and covers his eyes with his palm dramatically. he runs his hand down his face, tugging on the soft skin as it travels down. as his hand makes it back down to his lap, you giggle a little louder. “my mom’s boobs don’t fucking count. god, you made me think of my mom’s boobs. what the fuck?”

“sorry,” you manage in between giggles. “sorry, this is so funny.”

“this is impossible. i knew i shouldn’t have asked you.” mark pulls himself out of the chair and heads for the door, but you’re just as fast as him.

“now wait…” you grab his wrist to keep him from leaving. a wave of guilt washes over you. “i was just kidding.”

“were you? you didn’t sound like you were.” he says, his face still turned away from yours.

he sounds strangely hurt. “mark, are you okay?”

mark turns to face you and he looks defeated. he slumps down on the floor next to you, his knees up near his chest and his head in his hands.

“mark…”

“they were making fun of me.”

“who?”

“my friends! they were making fun of me. god, i sound like such an idiot now, whining about my friends like this, oh my god. i sound like a child.”

you rest your elbow on his shoulder giving your hand access to run through his soft, black hair. “you don’t sound like a child. you’re allowed to get upset.”

you take note at how the air shifted in the room. how quickly you focused and listened. you’re only like this around mark. with him, conversations can shift in an instant to anything. you understand each other on a deep, personal level. it’s something you don’t think you’ll ever have with another person for your entire life. maybe your soulmate. honestly? you can only dream to have this sort of connection with your soulmate, a connection so alive and so full of trust. is it even possible to have this with someone else? the fact that mark can make you think about how much he trusts you during a conversation about boobs is something only mark can make you feel. no one else. just him.

has it always been just him?

“it’s so stupid though. one minute lucas is bugging me about the fact that i’m a virgin and i’ve never seen boobs before and the next minute i’m on the floor of my bedroom with you, still not having seen any boobs mind you, nearly crying. damn. this is the lowest point i will ever reach.”

you push his hands away from his face and place your hands on his cheeks instead. “mark, please don’t cry. i hate it when you cry.”

the last time you saw mark cry was a month ago after watching a disney movie. seeing him cry just makes you cry, and since you were already crying, you just cried harder. seeing you cry makes him cry too, so he cried harder as well. the two of you just cried together until your heads hurt, to which you both took tylenols and tried to dance it off.

“i’m pathetic. insecure and pathetic.”

this is when you realize that there is more depth to his feelings than you thought.

“look, mark, i’ll show you my boobs. i trust you. i’m honestly surprised you haven’t seen them accidentally yet since i’ve known you for so long.” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. didn‘t work. “but i get the feeling that there’s more to this then just boobs.”

mark never really vented to you like this before. despite how close you are, he still kept things from you growing up, as a teenage boy does. you never took offense to this, as you kept plenty from him too. he never quite talked about his insecurities, his fears. he didn’t want to burden you with them. mark, so sweet and thoughtful. maybe too much for his own good. he needs to learn to share things.

he's starting to, though.

it takes him a while to speak, avoiding your eyes entirely. he speaks lowly, as if he was scared to tell the world what he was about to say.

“it’s just… everything about this sucks. everything. i’m kinda scared to tell you things, which can make us drift apart because we lose trust. then again, if i do tell you things, i’m scared it’ll freak you out and i’ll lose you. those are both bad endings. then, i’m scared to put myself out into the world. like, lucas is telling me to just find someone. go out, ask for a number, have a good time, live like someone in their 20s should be living. i can’t really do it though. every time i try, i choke. lucas once tried to set me up, you remember that, right?”

“yeah, that was the girl who stood you up.”

“yeah. it’s awful. every time i try it fails. i’ve been trying to get to the bottom of why it fails every single time but i just couldn’t. but then, i realized.” he shifts and faces you causing your hands to fall off his face and into your lap. “when i came home after being stood up, i wasn’t sad. i forgot the moment i left the restaurant. i texted lucas that the date didn’t happen and just shut my phone off and went to your place. i wasn’t sad because i knew i had you. i knew that you were going to make me feel better and that made it all go away.” he pauses. “you know? sometimes i get worried that i put too much on you. you’re my happiness, my relaxation, my joy. i worry sometimes that you’ll suffocate because i take so much from being with you. i keep this in the back of my head all the time because i just don’t want you to go. ever.”

holy shit.

“mark…”

“let me finish. i talked about this with lucas, and he told me that i can let myself be selfish sometimes. he said that i can want this that… that i can want you. i can think about you and how you make me happy and i can want that happiness yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and the day after. shit, i care about you more than anything. my heart swells and my stomach gets all these annoying little butterflies when i think of you. it’s fucking crazy. and now, today, here i am. you know, lucas, jaemin and i were talking about girls and boobs and fuck i don’t know, jaemin said that i just had to get that intimacy with someone. and it just fucking clicked. the only person i want to be intimate with is you and i’m thinking now that maybe i was stupid for asking to see your boobs. which is so stupid, i could’ve just asked to kiss you or share a bed with you or i don’t know. i’m really sorry if that was gross of me. i just wasn’t thinking. it’s so damn hard to think straight when it comes to you. i just really want to be closer to you, however that might be.”

your heart races at a speed that doctors would deem impossible. you don’t know what to think or where to look. you feel like you’re going to explode. though, if you explode, he’ll probably explode too. that wouldn’t be good.

mark looks down. he fills with regret. he doesn’t think he should've said that. maybe you'll hate him now. maybe you’ve never felt this way about him before.

you inhale slowly, trying to convince your lungs that breathing is normal and not something that can just stop when hearing speeches like this.

what is the proper thing to say? mark i love you? but do you love him? everything is so confusing right now. of course you love him, but you never considered love in this way. can i kiss you? too forward? but he wants intimacy, and you want it too. i feel the same way? boring. you can do better. mark, and his way with words. so beautiful. how do you compete? mark, you’re beautiful. mark is so beautiful. you try so hard to compose the words. maybe too hard. maybe it’s okay to go with option 3.

now, they just flow out. “mark… i think i feel the same way you do. i don’t know it’s just- i’ve always felt some sort of way toward you. something is so special about you. i spent years trying to decipher it, thinking it was just something platonic or brotherly or i dunno. i just never considered… this. i don’t even know what to call this. but it feels right. you’ve always felt right.”

he has. and he always will. he looks at you so lovingly, his enamoured gaze stuck on you. you can’t look up at him, but he watches you.

you continue. “fuck, i don’t know what to say. i’m so… god.” you run your fingers through your hair, as if to comb your brain in search for the right words. “i think you’re so beautiful. everything about you. and i’m so fucking grateful to have someone as amazing as you in my life. i don’t know what i did to deserve someone like you, and i feel like i really don’t deserve you. but it feels right. to be with you. to be alone with you. it’s just right.”

you let a little tear trickle down your cheek. you know if you look up at him, you’ll probably cry harder. you know this well, yet you look up.

“i don’t know what i did to deserve you either.” mark sighs. it’s his turn to wipe your tears now.

“so… what is this? what… are we?” you ask, melting into his hand, which somehow feels softer on your face.

“i don’t know. we can be whatever you want us to be.”

you playfully punch his shoulder, his hands sliding off your cheeks. “come on, you know i hate it when you say that.”

he gets defensive. “and you know i hate it when you hit me! you have a strong hand, yanno? shit!”

you laugh at him, clearing the last unwanted tear off your cheek with the pad of your thumb. “what can i say? gained strength from all those pillow fights over the years.”

“yeah, pillow fights i won.”

“shut up! you know i won the one at jeno’s party!”

mark laughs aloud. your favourite sound. “yeah, because everyone was drunk and you were still on your second drink. it was a very unevenly matched fight!”

“i still won!” you cross your arms and sit up straight as if you assert dominance over the conversation. who are you kidding? it’s all a joke anyways.

you crack after a moment and both of you erupt in a fit of giggles. his head falls into the crook of your neck, and it feels right. it’s almost as if your skin buzzed. you don’t know why, he’s done this many times before. but now, it’s different. the air has shifted again, so quickly. only with mark.

when he comes off of your neck, you stand up. you walk up to the door of his room, and lock it.

“y/n, what-“

you sit on his bed. “can’t have someone walk in while you’re ogling at my boobs, right? i know you and you’d never be able to live that down.”

mark is quick to stand up in defence. “what? no, we don’t have to do that anymore. i said my piece and im over the boob thing and-“

“shut up mark. you know you want to. and i kinda wanna show you too.”

he sits down on the bed across from you without another word but before either of you can move, he speaks again. “wait, kinda? please don’t feel obligated. only do this if you’re-“

“minhyung, please! i want to, ok? i really appreciate how you’re taking care of me but it’s fine. i trust you, and you trust me, right?”

he swallows hard. “right.”

“okay, perfect.” you pull your shirt off over your head, leaving you in your bra. if this was with any other boy, you’d be self conscious about literally everything: the bra you chose, the shape of your body, the hair in the places you let grow out. with mark, none of it matters now. he’s seen you in bathing suits before, this isn’t much different. and knowing how much he cares for you anyways, you know his head is clouded with praise and nothing less. his brain is working so fast right now, he probably won’t even register any imperfections.

“can i take your bra off?” mark sputters out as if he were holding onto the words for hours. “or wait, fuck-“

“yes, you can.”

he is almost shocked at your answer, and it shows. mark’s hands move slowly, his skin slightly cold as he grazes your skin. he leans in unbelievably close to wrap his arms around you to reach your back. he feels your breath on his chin, and your beautiful eyes look so sweet as you look up at him. when he finds the clasp, he kisses your nose as he pulls away, your bra coming back with him. you straighten your arms so the straps fall right off, showing your boobs.

mark is shocked. flabbergasted, even. his jaw almost drops in a shameless, teenaged boy way.

“dang. they’re so cute.”

you scoff. “cute? first boobs of your life and all you have to say is cute?”

“well what else can i say? i am not very well versed in the vast vocabulary that exists to describe your boobs.” he chuckles. “jeez, why is the word boob so fucking funny?”

you can’t help but smile timidly alongside him. that is what mark does, he makes you feel safe no matter what the situation. mark is always worried about you, worried if you are feeling comfortable and if you are okay with what is going on. he never wants things to be tense when you are around, because he hates to see you upset.

right now, you are the opposite of upset.

“y/n,” he brings your attention back to him. you hum in response. “can i touch?”

you freeze for a moment, and nod timidly. mark scoots a little bit closer, and reaches out with his right hand to gently cup your left breast. his hand is warm, and your skin needs a second to adjust to his temperature. he squeezes the flesh in the absolute slightest way, and quickly brings his hand back. he laughs almost exasperated.

“oh my god, it’s squishy? boobs are squishy?! why did that never register in my head?” he laughs loudly, as if he had just discovered something monumental.

“you’re just finding out now? oh my god mark, that’s common knowledge!”

mark looks down, his cheeks red from laughing. “dang, i’m so touch starved that i never knew until now that boobs are squishy. insanity.”

“the more you bring it up, the sadder it gets.” you reply.

he looks up at you with scrunched eyebrows. “don’t be mean. can i touch again?”

“yes, you can.”

mark cups your left boob with his right hand again, this time running his thumb softly over the supple skin. he doesn’t know what his limits are yet. can he go further? can he touch other parts of your boobs? can he touch other parts of your body? he is scared of going too fast and scaring you. mark is doing his very best today to be as careful as possible, as this is probably, remarkably, the best day of his life so far.

he pushes his index finger into your boob gently to poke it, and you laugh softly. at this point, you are just looking down at mark’s hand on your body. honestly, the fact that he isn’t doing anything is almost relaxing.

you look at how slowly his finger moves, like your skin is made up of the most delicate material in the world. he holds you with such care, such control. it is a feeling you want to feel again, and again, and again.

mark inhales slowly. he wants to go further. he wants more. he doesn’t know how you feel yet, but he will wait for you every step of the way.

but just as he opens his mouth, he hears a thud on his door. “mark hyung, we’re home! is y/n here? come eat with us!”

you both jump, as jaemin’s loud voice destroys the entire atmosphere. mark turns a cute shade of pink almost immediately, and takes his hand off of your skin. you are surprised at first, but lose all tension as you watch mark’s reaction. the poor boy is so embarrassed, but even more upset at how shortly your time was cut off. you laugh as he grabs your bra and tries to put it back on you. unfortunately, he cannot figure out how to close the back shut.

“i’m here! we’ll be there in a sec.” you shout, sparing mark from saying something stupid. you clip your bra straps together, and pull your shirt back on.

mark looks upset. “i’m so sorry they cut us off. they were supposed to be out all day, fuck. i’m sorry-”

“mark, baby, it’s okay. you didn’t know. besides, this isn’t ending here.”

mark looks up at you. “baby?”

“oh gosh, i don’t know where that came from. i’m sorry.”

“no no, its cute. i like it. baby. it just…”

“makes sense?”

he nods. “yeah. this makes sense. it really does.”

mark’s heart pounds in his chest as he takes your hands in his. today, they feel softer, warmer. he inhales sharply once again, hoping this time jaemin doesn’t break his door down, or something of the sort.

his thumb does the thing again, rubbing your skin gently. “y/n, i don’t want to be friends anymore. i think we are more than friends.”

you smile. “i do too. this makes sense.”

mark feels like he is going to explode. that would be bad though, because if he exploded, you would too. that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

“so i guess you’re my girlfriend now.”

you giggle softly. “that sounds so much better than best friend.”

“dang, it kinda does, doesn’t it?”

you let go of his hands and climb off his bed. he follows instantly after you do. right before you go to unlock the door, mark takes your hand once again, and turns you to face him.

you heart races as you lock eyes with him. you cannot believe everything that happened today. how your best friend, who you’d known for your whole life, confessed everything he felt for you, and poked your boobs mere minutes after. and that’s okay, because that’s mark. your mark.

“do we have to go down? i really want to see your boobs again.”

you lean over and place a kiss on his cheek, which causes him to lose his train of thought completely. “you’ll see them again soon, i promise. but if we don’t go down, jaemin will come upstairs and try opening your door. you know him, he’ll freak out when he sees that it’s locked. we’d get found out before we even have a chance to start.”

mark sighs. “fine. no more boobs today. guess i’ll just have to suffer without your boobs in my hands. shit, how am i going to survive?”

you unlock the door, and twist the handle. “well baby, i guess you’ll have to figure it out.”

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kriffingunlucky · 3 years

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Hi, I'd like to request a female reader with Commander Wolffe. Somthing fluffy with a mechanic that works for the Wolfpack or whatever.

Ps. Love your writing ❤

Thank you so much, dearest anon! :D I try my best !!

Hopefully this is fine and suits your request well enough !! <3

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You insisted that this armful of tools, spare parts, gizmos and gadgets wouldn’t be too heavy to carry alone, and you were truthful about that part! But you left off the part where you can’t see where you’re going, and any time you try and crane your neck to look where any obstacles may be. Your whole pile wobbles in your arms weirdly. Threatening to fall.

The point is, this can only end in disaster.

Taking big strides, you try and reach the hanger as quickly as possible, hoping at least before breakfast is over. But apparently lady luck isn’t on your side, and you hear the sudden, loud, many footsteps of the Wolfpack coming out of the mess. All chatting with each other in different volumes and tones.

“Karking hell.” You mumble as you brave it. Just walking forwards. All you really can do when you can’t see anything past what you’re holding.

So it’s not like it came as a surprise when a clone side swiped you, on accident, and caught a piece of the metal and made the entire pile tumble to the floor with a painfully loud CRASH.

You scrunched your face up, turning away from the chaos on instinct, peeking an eye open once it was settled down. The comedic roll of a metal disk was the only sound in the corridor.

Then the clone just stared at the mess he'd made you make, guilt written on his face. He was a shiny. No unique hairdo, no tattoos.

Oh, well, you can't be too mad. He looks sorry enough. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going. Walking with a group of the pack members is quite distracting. You'll admit.

"I-I'm so sorry, ma'am. I didn't see you there-" He began to stutter.

"You're okay, bud." You wave him off and squat down, beginning to pile these things back into a somewhat neat stack. "You didn't mean to. No hard feelings."

But when you looked back up, the shiny looked rather terrified. Other clones walking a little faster than normal past the incident. Turning their heads the other way. It confused you.

"Hey, dude, I'm not hurt or anything. So it's all goo-"

"Go back to your barracks, and watch where you're going this time. Shiny. I'll assist her in cleaning this up."

Ah-ha.

"Yes, sir." The shiny clicks his feet together, and snaps his hand up to salute, then turns tail and quickly walks back to his barracks. Except he turns around and offers you another apologetic look, and wave.

Catching his look, you give him a large smile, which seems to ease his conscious. Because he disappears after that. So you turn around, eyebrows draw together with a small smile residing on your face still. "Wolffe, really, it's not a big deal. He didn't mean it."

The Commander just sighs, bending down and begins to pick items up, tucking them in his own arms. Eyes focused on his task.

You decide to match his silence, and pick up the remaining do-dads, the load split between the two of you. Allowing perfect vision for both sides. Thankfully.

Your footsteps match in pace, so you take that chance to clack your hip against his side. Smiling his way. "You're pretty good at carrying things, you know that, eh?"

Wolffe huffs out a scoff, more of a laugh actually, and rolls his eyes at you. Knowing that this is your "don't-be-in-a-bad-mood-I'm-here" tactic. He hates it.

Kind of.

You enter the hangar, and you show him where to lay down the pieces he'd collected. "Wow! You're really good at laying things down too!"

"I'll lay you down." He growls with no venom attached.

"Oh yeah?" You retort back, lifting your fists up and throwing fake punches around his form. "I doubt you could, wise guy. I'm too fast. Eh? Eh?" Landing a couple soft ones to his chest and shoulders. Going in for the slow-mo right hook when he finally broke, your fist squishing his cheek as he begins speaking.

"Okay, cut it out. I know. I don't need to be," he breaks out the air quotations, "grumpy."

You feign offense at his sarcastic tone and move to lean against his chest, looking up at him with bright (e/c) eyes. "Oh, but I know that's impossible for you, Commander. You can't do the impossible." Folding your hands underneath your chin, you give him that signature mischievous look.

The Commander dips his head down to come nose to nose with you, grinning now, and while it was one of his challenging grins it held soft intent behind his eyes.

"You're going to make me go grey."

"Pft, you're already grey." You laugh back, reaching up and scratching your hand through his hair playfully. But the way he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the touch made you savor it a tad more. You dare to cup the side of his face with your other hand.

But because of the lack of a negative response, you continue the affection. Smiling up at him gently. All of the love in the universe in your eyes. Directed at him and him only.

You stand on your tip toes to lay a kiss on the bridge of the mans nose. And in response, Wolffe wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up. Giving you a large kiss on the forehead. Your waist pressed against his chest, face angled down to look at him with a smile. And he dared to smile back.

"I see you are in a much better mood." Boost's voice cuts in, then he very suddenly gets elbowed aggressively by Sinker who stands beside him. Helmet leaned on his hip. Face pulled into a "don't tease or else we'll die" expression.

The Sergeant and his accomplice stand there sharing very intense eye contact, while Wolffe carefully sets you down, looking at them with one eyebrow raised. Eyes somewhat narrowed.

"My bad, dude. I didn't know that'd make him angry. I was just pointing out what I saw!"

"And I thought we talked about "pointing out what you see", Boost? If he was in a bad mood before. We could easily put him in another."

You shake your head, tugging on the collar of Wolffe's armor to make him reach your level again. Surprised, he turns to face you. And you kiss his lips very gently, and quickly, then give him a good wave as you walk away.

"I'll see you guys later! Bye, Wolffe! Bye, Sinker! Boost!"

He touches the corner of his mouth, where you'd kissed him, carefully. Eyes set on your form as you walk away. A gentle look to his brown eye, it glimmered with a swirl of emotion.

"Bye, (N/n)!!!" Boost shouts, and gets elbowed by Sinker again. "Ouch! What was that for? She said bye to us too, y'know."

#Commander Wolffe #Commander Wolffe x reader #reader #wolfpack #wolfpack x reader #104th #Wolffe x reader #wolffe #boost #sergeant sinker #sinker #i didn't proof this too well #my apologies #i #i am tired #i love him #this is long #do i need to put one of those read more links??#i dont know

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Gift of the gods ~2~

pairing: Paul Lahote x female!pagan!reader

Sum: y/n struggles with her feelings

warnings: fluff, a bit angst

Yes there will be a part 3

masterlist part 1

Ever since the day Kim and y/n had breakfast at Emily’s and had met Paul things had changed. She couldn’t really describe how but she felt it. Emily and the guys had been so welcoming to her and just accepted her into their group. It was nice, she had a harder time than others to trust people and she really felt like she could trust these people. She felt at ease like she belonged here. But she knew it wasn’t really the group that made her feel like that. It was mostly Paul. At the end of that day, Paul and she had exchanged phone numbers after they had sat on the beach talking while the rest of the guys played soccer. Even from those few hours of talking she could feel the connection between them like it just clicked between them. At first, she thought it was weird how quickly she felt at ease with him but then again not much surprised her anymore. And she had asked the gods for balance, who wasn’t to say that just like Kim had said the gods could have granted her wish in the form of a person?

The following few weeks she and Kim spend almost every day with Emily and the guys when they weren’t working. By the end of the first week, she really saw them all as friends. It was easy to say that she even had started to develop feelings for Paul, she didn’t know yet how strong those feelings were, but she had them. She knew he was interested in her too, he had even asked her on a date not long after that day on the beach. But she had to let him down, she really wanted to say yes but dating him would make leaving so much harder. And she knew a long-distance relationship was not something that would work for her. He understood, said that he’d be anything for her that she wanted, a brother or a best friend, he even kept the option of a lover open for her if she ever decided to give a relationship with him a shot. That only made her feelings for him grow. The way he talked to her, made her laugh or smile when she felt down. It was like he just knew what she needed, and he just gave it to her.

La Push had always been her home, it seems that being back here only made that even more clear to her. Where she lived now she never had felt like she was home, even the people she had around her, her adoptive family never felt like real family to her, she only had a good relationship with her mother, she’d do everything for her. Being back where she was truly happy made her rethink everything.

It was her last week in La Push and she didn’t know how to feel, she felt torn. She wanted nothing more than to stay here and give in to whatever she was feeling for Paul. But sadly, things weren’t that easy. She had a job to go back to, her adoptive family. She couldn’t leave just like that.

That’s how she found herself back at the beach at sunset, she had spent most of the day hanging out with Kim and Jared but she had felt like she was third-wheeling most of the time. She had muttered some lame excuse and walked the short distance to the beach where she found her usual spot and sat down. This time she wasn’t going to start a ritual, she was just going to pray to the gods. She tried to calm her racing heart as much as she could, took a few deep breaths, and cleared her mind before softly speaking.

“Make me strong in spirit, courageous in action, gentle of heart, let me act in wisdom, conquer my fear and doubts, discover my own hidden gifts, meet others with compassion, be a source of healing energy, and face each day with hope and joy” she repeated the mantra a few times until she felt completely calm and had a clear mind. She knew she could make decisions better with a clear mind. It had felt like only a few minutes had passed since she had arrived at the beach but when she looked up, she saw that the sun had gone down completely and made place for the dark night. She must have zoned out for quite some time because she could hear voices calling out for her. As fast as she could she got to her feet and slipped from behind the bushes and surely, she could see Paul and Jared walking straight at her spot calling out her name. It was like they knew she would be here.

“I’m here! Sorry, I lost track of time.” She spoke as she walked in their direction. “How did you even know that I was here?”

“Kim told us you like to come to the beach to think so we figured that we would find you here,” Paul said as he scratched the back of his neck like he wasn’t completely sure of what he was saying. Kim never knew about her usual spot on the beach so she knew Kim couldn’t have told them, but she didn’t call him out on it. “Well, I’m taking Kim to dinner, so I need to get going if we want to be on time. See you guys later.” Jared said before taking off leaving her and Paul alone on the beach.

“Walk with me?”

“Sure” she smiled as he held her hand and started to walk together along the shore.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said after a long comfortable silence “I don’t really know how to start. It’ll actually sound crazy, but I need you to trust me.”

“Of course, you can tell me anything, Paul. Whatever it is, I’ll promise that I won’t judge you.” She reassured him and softly squeezed his hand letting him know he could go on.

“I don’t know if Kim ever told you about our tribe’s legends?”

“Her parents did, I think, back when we were little. I thought those stories were amazing, how some of your tribe members are supposed to transform into these giant wolves to protect the rez, right? At least that’s what I remember, it’s been a long time since I last heard them.” She smiled as she thought back to the times that Kim’s mother tucked them into bed and told them all these stories.

“Yeah, that’s the essence of the legend. But what if I said that those aren’t just stories, what if…?”

“It was you, wasn’t it?” she quickly says when he didn’t finish his sentence. she knew that the wolf she had seen on her first night here in La Push had seemed familiar when she thinks back to it, the wolf’s eyes had looked so much like Paul’s. And in a way she felt like she had always known, he had been the wolf that had been watching her as she did her ritual.

“What?” Paul asked a bit confused and stopped walking to turn towards her; this wasn’t how he thought she would react. Yes, he had expected her to take it better than how most people would but this he didn’t understand.

“The day I arrived, I came to the beach and I saw two wolves. You were one of them, weren’t you?”

Paul could only stare at her in amazement. She knew, she just knew and didn’t freak out about it.

“How did you know?” He asked softly

“When we met at Emily’s I already had the feeling that we’ve met before, your eyes just seemed so familiar, and then one day when we were talking you just looked me straight in the eye and I just knew where I had seen your eyes before. It was those wolf’s eyes, it was you,” she explains with a soft smile.

“So you’re not afraid of me?”

“No, of course not. Call it strange, but I knew you’d never hurt me from the first second that I saw you. I felt a connection like it was meant to be.”

“I’d die before I’d ever hurt you. I promise you I’ll never hurt you,” he said as he cupped her cheek with his free hand looking at her like she had hung the moon and stars in his sky. Little did she know that was exactly how he felt. The moment was so intimate that neither noticed that they started to lean into each other until their noses touched. Before Y/n really knew it soft warm lips brushed over hers and for a minute she forgot all about why she felt like a relationship with him wouldn’t work. At that moment it was only him and her and nothing else mattered but them. If she had to describe it she’d say that a bomb of butterfly’s exploded inside her belly. If she wasn’t sure about her feelings for Paul, she was now, she was in love with him. Her mind was clear, no worries, no questions, just warmth and him. She let herself be selfish for once. Pressing her lips fully against his deepening the kiss into a passionate embrace of their lips. She doesn’t know how long they stood there with one of his hands on her cheek while his other hand was still holding hers as their lips and tongues danced with each other.

The days following that kiss felt like she went through hell, it’s not like she regretted the kiss but it had complicated things. Leaving La Push, leaving Paul was going to be one of the hardest things she needed to do. That day after he dropped her off at Kim’s place she had cried herself to sleep, mourning a life she wished she could have with Paul here in La Push. For once in her life, she disliked the fact that she had a family and a job waiting for her to come back to. The following days she stayed inside her room, silenced her phone, and kept herself busy with packing her bags. Both Paul and Kim tried to talk to her, tried to figure out what was wrong but they were met with silence. That was until Kim had enough of her sulking and just used the spare key to open her bedroom door. Kim’s heart broke a little when she saw her best friend sitting in a corner of the room with teary eyes. She just sat down next to her, pulled y/n into her embrace, and cried with her like she already knew what she was going through.

“ Whatever you decide to do, this will always your home too y/n,” Kim said later that night when they lay on her bed before the two of them fell asleep.

Friday had never come this quick before, all her bags were packed and loaded into Kim’s father’s truck ready to drive her to the airport. Kim’s family had wanted to throw her a goodbye party but y/n shut that down as soon as they had vocalized the idea. Instead, she just wanted to spend her last hours in La Push with them as a family. Now she sat on the edge of her bed, taking in the room for the last time when suddenly there was a knock on her already open door. She expected it would be Kim or her father, but instead, she saw Paul standing there leaning against the doorpost. When their eyes met he gave her a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes completely. He looked like he hadn’t slept more than a handful of hours in the last few days and she knew that it was probably because of her but still he smiled at her.

“So you were leaving without saying goodbye?” He said. It was more a statement than a question.

“I’m sorry, I just thought it would be easier like that.” She softly says as she turns her eyes back to her hands.

“Why would that be easier? Please talk to me, don’t shut me out.” Paul asks as he makes his way into her room and sits down next to her. “Because it just makes leaving harder, I can’t say goodbye to you.”

“Then don’t, don’t leave. Stay here with me.” he pleads, takes one of her hands in his, and gives it a soft squeeze so she would look up at him.

When their eyes meet again he can clearly see the tears in them ready to fall.

“ As much as I’d want to stay I can’t. Please don’t make this harder Paul,”

As soon as she started talking the tears fell, her heart already starting to break.

“If you want to stay, then stay. We can work something out, we can work. What, what about that kiss? You can’t deny that it felt right, amazing even.” he spoke like he was getting desperate.

“Yes that kiss was amazing and felt right but it complicated everything. I really like you, a lot, but I have a life back home, people who expect me to come home.”

“I know, I’m not asking you to give them up. I’m asking you to give me a chance, to give us a chance.” He says turning his body fully in her direction.

“Look I know this isn’t the way I wanted to tell you but there is another part of the legend that I haven’t told you yet. Every wolf has this ability to imprint. It’s when we find that one person and you look at her for the first time and suddenly it’s not gravity that holds you, it’s her. She gives the wolf balance, peace. The wolf’s whatever the imprint wants him to be, a brother, protector, a friend, or a lover. they’re soulmates.” He explains as he looks at her hopefully.

“I’m your imprint.”

It was something she already knew deep inside herself, it might not be in the same words but she knew, she felt it. He brought her balance and she had never felt more at peace and loved. That’s why it was that much harder. Soulmate or not, long-distance would never work, but then again staying wasn’t an option. She had too many people depending on her back home, she couldn’t leave them fending for themselves. She couldn’t be selfish even if she wanted to be.

“Yes, you’re my imprint.” He smiled weakly as she just cried a bit harder than she already was and without thinking he pulled her against his chest. He knew he couldn’t force her to stay so his heart broke together with hers. He understood why she was leaving and couldn’t stay. But you couldn’t fault a man for trying, he wanted what’s best for and if that was not here with him then he had to let her go.

“Can we at least stay friends, stay in touch?” he asked her while a tear of his own fell.

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