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scarletlizzard · 4 months

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Her Favorite Drug

Pairings: wanda x female reader

Tags Minors DNI: drug use (marijuana), smoking, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, stap on use (R receiving), fluff because I tortued yall with my last story

Summary: Your girlfriend is a stoner. One night, you decide you finally want to try some.

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A/N: This is just smut oops. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think. Also, the pics with the backward hats kills me every fucking time. Anyways, have fun 💚

Wandas delicate fingers expertly pack in the unfamiliar green into a brown wrapper. You watch closely, feeling her breath on the back of your neck and tickling your ear as she speaks.

"See detka? Then I'll just roll it up like this.." Her voice is soft as she speaks. You nod, eyes stuck on her fingers as they begin to roll the paper.

You were currently sitting in Wandas lap, her arms working in front of you to wrap another joint. In the year you had been dating, this was the first time you were going to join in on your girlfriends favorite recreational hobby. It was no secret that Wanda smoked weed, almost every night to be exact. You had never really been interested in smoking it, but you loved to watch her enjoy it.

Tonight was different. Tonight, you finally wanted to know how it felt. Wanda was surprised at first when you asked, but she was more than happy to pull you into her lap and show you how she does it.

"Lick along here for me," she says, drawing a line on the wrapper. You lean forward away from the warmth of Wandas chest to follow her instructions. "Perfect, baby!" Wanda praises, fiddling with the joint for only a moment before holding it out in her hand to show you the final product.

"Now it's ready?" You ask her, turning sideways on her lap. Your back rests against the arm of the couch, and your legs lay across her thighs.

Wanda nods, a grin on her face, "It's ready. I'll go first, you watch me, okay?"

You had planned on it. Wanda couldn't be more sexy when she smoked. You watch her bring the joint to rest between her lips, the other hand holding a lighter to the end of it. It catches easily, and Wanda inhales deeply before removing it from her lips and blowing out smoke. You press your thighs together tightly, Wanda always had that effect on you.

"You ready, baby?" She asks with a smirk, resting her hand to rub small circles on your leg. You nod slowly, reaching out your hand. "Just take a small one at first.." Wandas voice is husky from the smoke, only making you squeeze your legs tighter.

You begin to smell the familiar scent of the weed as smoke fills the air between the two of you. Here you go.. you take the drug between your lips as Wanda did, breathing it in. It's smoother than you thought as you inhale, but the burn in your lungs was unexpected. Wanda quickly takes the joint out of your hand as your eyes widen, and you let out the smoke with a set of coughs.

"Fuck.." You mumble out between coughs. Wanda chuckles and reaches for a water bottle, handing it to you. She watches with dark eyes as you sip the water, smoking the joint with no problem.

"Burns, huh?" She smiles and rubs your back soothingly as you nod at her, still drinking the water.

After a few moments and the burning resides, you take another hit. You feel your tensions disappear. Another one, and you feel an overwhelming rush to your head, not in a bad way. Then another, and so on until you and Wanda are finished with the joint. Your senses feel heightened.

You finish off the water as Wanda sets what remains of the joint in an ash tray. She smiles at you with red, squinting eyes, "Come here, baby." She chuckles and maneuvers you, so you're straddling her lap. "How do you feel?" She whispers, staring into your red and glossy eyes.

You giggle at her sentence, for some reason finding it funny. The lighting in the room was dark. Only a few string lights lit above the wall shone brightly against the side of Wandas face. There was a cloudy haze above the couch and in your mind. You felt...

"Like I'm floating," you giggle more, causing Wanda to chuckle. Her fingertips run along the hem of your shirt, sneaking under the back of it. They make their way slowly up and down your spine, the feeling practically euphoric in the state you were in.

"Feels good, huh detka?" Wanda mumbles as she plants soft kisses on your neck. So, so soft.. is all you could think. Your eyes close at the sensations. You nod, and you know it's too slow. Wanda lifts her head to look at you, and you take advantage by holding her face in your hands.

"So good, Wands.." Your thumbs rub over her cheeks as your eyes take in her features. You swallow hard, looking at her red lips and thinking of the way they kiss you softly. Your eyes travel down to her sharp jaw, your fingers tracing each feature you spot. "You're so pretty," you whisper with a giggle.

She laughs.

God, her laugh..

Your thoughts are slow as you look down to a freckle on her neck. Christ, you want to kiss it.

So you do. You lean forward and press your lips to her neck, feeling how warm her skin is under your kiss. Wanda lets out a low hum in response, so you kiss it again. Her nails scratch softly down your back, so you bite down on the skin and suck gently.

"Detka..." Her head lulls to the side, giving you more space. The thick accent in her voice only makes the ache for her stronger. "Baby," Wanda groans as your lips work their way down her neck. Her hands move down to your waist, "Move against me," she moans out, gripping your hips.

You rock back and forth in her lap, letting out a moan at the pleasure of the small amount of friction. As soon as your lips leave Wandas neck she's pulling off your shirt, along with her own. Among the haze you feel her breasts press against yours, and she leans forward to kiss you.

The kiss is unlike any you had before with her. It truly felt magical. You still felt like you were floating, and you could feel every inch of her skin on yours. "Need you.." You whimper in between kisses, still grinding yourself down against her lap. Wanda only moans in response. She continues to kiss you as she stands, still holding you. Your legs wrap around her waist.

The walk to her bedroom is short, and you don't even realize it until she's lying you down on the edge of the bed. The only thing you can think of is the way her lips fit perfectly against yours. You whine when she pulls away, frowning as you see her red and puffy lips that you still wanted to be touching your own.

"Now, now, detka.." She says, sliding down your pants. Bare for her to see, Wanda shakes her head as she gets down on her knees in front of the bed. "Fuck.. you're always so pretty for me." She mumbles in between wet kisses on your inner thighs. Your head was spinning between the lust and the weed, your body was begging for her touch.

Her hands move to hold your thighs open, gripping down tightly on the soft skin. "God, I can't wait to taste you," Wanda groans. You feel her lips attach to you clit, kissing it gently. Looking down you see green eyes peering up at you, a wicked grin on her face as she takes one long lick up your slit.

"Wanda, please.." You moan out, bucking your hips towards her. Your hands grip the sheets, and she can no longer hold back. Wandas mouth attaches to your wet pussy, her experienced tongue sending you into a frenzy.

"Mmm.." She moans against you, sending vibrations onto your clit. "You taste so good baby, just like always.." Wanda moans again, sucking softly on your clit. "Always so fucking good.."

"Ohh god, Wands.." You moan out, barely able to watch as she continues to move her tongue sinfully. Suddenly, you feel two slender fingers at your entrance, pushing in easily with how turned on you were. "Oh, fuck!" You whine out as she begins to pump her fingers inside of you, her lips sucking on your clit. Wanda can't help her own moans as you call out her name.

"That's it, babygirl.. just like that.." Her lips smack as she removes them from your clit, glistening in the dim lighting with your juices. You stare at her with red eyes as she kisses her way up your body.

"Baby I'm gonna cum, please," you moan.

"Cum for me then, detka." Wanda coaxes you, watching with dark eyes. She could get off right now at just the sight of your body beneath her, the way every one of her touches raised goosebumps on your skin. Wanda feels you tighten around her fingers, wet walls pulling them in. She smirks down at you. "That's it.. just like that, fuck.." She mutters.

You repeat her name as pleasure flows through your body, your climax crashing over you like waves. You knew being stoned would be different, but you hadn't expected to feel this euphoric. Your eyes open to see Wanda staring down at you with stars in her green eyes.

"Wanda, that.."

"I know, detka," Wanda chuckles.

You take her face in your hands and kiss her passionately. The way her tongue swipes across your lip and the fact that you can taste yourself has your body heating up all over again. You feel a familiar fire burning in your lower stomach as Wandas naked body rubs against yours.

So, so soft...

So, so warm...

You don't know how long it is, with no sense of time, that you had been kissing Wanda. But she parts with swollen lips to walk across the room. You feel yourself throbbing as you know what she's getting, what she's about to do. Wanda walks over to you, her strap now attached to her.

"Sit up, baby," Wanda says gently and helps you sit up. She moves to sit at the head of the bed, her back sitting against the headboard. "Come here." She smiles at you, helping you straddling her lap. "Such a pretty girl, for me, aren't you?" You nod in response. "Then ride my cock like the good girl you are." Her voice is stern, but soft.

Wanda practically lifts you up before you settle yourself down onto the faux cock. Your mouth parts and your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of her deep inside you. Any pain quickly turns to pleasure as she guides you with hands on your hips to begin moving.

All you could grasp was the feeling of Wandas hips snapping up to meet yours, the way she moans your name, and how soft the skin under your hands was. Your hands traveled from her shoulders, to her neck, to her jaw. You couldn't pick one to settle on. You had to keep touching her.

Wanda could feel, with every thrust of her hips and every bounce of your body, the strap rubbing her in all the right places. She could feel her skin burning against yours.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," She moans along with you, sinful sounds filling the room. "You're doing so good detka, fucking bouncing on my cock like that." You only manage a whimper out, legs shaking as they were about to give out underneath you.

Wanda suddenly grabs ahold of you, lifting both of you up and lying you onto your back. She pounds relentlessly into you, and you know at this angle you're not going to last long.

"Oh god, Wanda! Feels so good!" You cry out, feeling her breasts press against yours. The muscles in her arms flexed as she held herself above you.

"I know, baby, I know.." Wanda praises. Your hands hold onto her back, leaving scratches down her back as she continues to thrust into you with no mercy. She grunts at the feeling, loving the way you held onto her.

Wanda is met with more resistance as she thrusts, your walls tightening once again around her. "Are you gonna cum again for me baby? Fuck, fuck.." She can't help the low moan that escapes from the back of her throat. This time you can only nod, mouth unable to form actual words. "Fuck Y/N I'm gonna cum!" Her hips waver, that steady rhythm she had finally faltering. "Cum with me, detka. Cum for me," Wanda pants out, hot breath hitting your sticky skin.

That's all it takes for you to repeat her name again, over and over like worship. Another orgasm crashes over just like before, waves hitting you over and over.

You don't know how long you'd been laying like this, but you were loving every moment of it. Wanda held you close under the covers, at the wrong side of the bed. You felt the soft fabric of your pillowcase tickle your toes. The two different highs you experienced tonight slowly fading away.

"I guess I could probably do that again," you say with a giggle, your finger tracing imaginary letters on Wandas chest. She hums in response, kissing your forehead. You could feel the smile plastered on her face.

"We're definitely getting you stoned again," Wanda laughs and moves herself on top of you again, settling herself between your legs. Her green eyes were just that, no sign of bloodshot anywhere.

Wandas' regular usage had her craving more already.

So she kisses you again, her favorite drug of choice.

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kill4luvina · 5 months

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"Who's that?"

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Plug!Armin x Plug!Reader x Plug!Eren

Summary : Eren and Armin go out to a party to find out who this mysterious "Stunna"(Y/n) is after she's stepped in the game they've been losing mad business and at first they were going to jump you, until they saw you. Instead they decide they were tag/double team you.

Warning : SMUT, Car sex, just sumin nasty for the girlies because i said so, not proof read, ngl eren and armin get a lil intimate(they on some gay shi ngl), use your imaginationn if sumin don't make sense.

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The room was awash in a spectrum of colors, pulsating neon lights flickering and casting a glow hue of different colors. The walls throbbing in the same rhythm as the heavy bass as the room was filled with bodies pressed up against each other – some grinding, others chatting it up. The vibe was wild, a crazy energy swirling in the air, getting everyone hyped. Smoke twisted up towards those neon lights, adding this trippy scent to the mix.

The air was thick with the mixed scents of sweat, perfume, and the distinct earthiness. Eren and Armin had only popped out to this party because of some info someone dropped, thinking they could catch the mysterious "Stunna" who had been stealing their costumers. "Bro, what if this shit was a set up." Armin whispered, eyes scanning the crowd, getting jumpy at any sudden moves. "Relax, man. You're incognito with that ski mask, nobody knows it's you,dumbass" Eren shot back, pushing through the crowd, Armin following close behind with his hand under his shirt holding onto his glock.

"Oh damn, Luvii!" You greeted your bestie as she practically dove through your car window for a hug. "I was starting to think you weren't coming!" Luvina would say as she pulled away. "And you popped out with the all black hell cat? Okay I see you!" You chuckled, stepping out with your tote bag as she acted all surprised, though she had the same whip in pink. "Come on, girl, quit playin'."

"Luvi, you look so fine stop fuckin playin wit me..." A guy would come up to the two of you at the party, he'd start talking to luvina as he started touching up on her. "Ew, girl get a fucking room.." You'd say walking away, wandering throughout the party giving them some privacy. "Yo, Stunna!" You'd hear one of your favorite costumers yell out, making your quickly turn your head. "You got anything on you I can buy?" He'd ask, you'd nod your head opening your tote bag pulling out a few carts & vapes. "Lemme get that one, how much?" "75." "Aight, take 100 and I'ma put the 25 into the next thing I buy."

Then, out of nowhere, some dude grabbed you and pulled you outside. Caught off guard, you clocked they were both rockin' ski masks, so you didn't waste time, pullin' out a gun from the waistband of your jeans. "Who the fuck are yall?!" You demanded, sizing them up, outnumbered but ready. Armin lowered his mask, checkin' you out before speaking up. "Ease up, mamas, we ain't here to cause trouble, we on your turf remember?" Armin would remind you making your ease up a tiny bit. Eren would pull his off too, you had seen them before on Instagram but damn they looked finer in person.

"Fuck yall doing on my turf anyway?" you questioned, gun still raised, keepin' your distance, looking for answers. "Damn, chill mamas, we came to see if ya shit as good as we heard." Eren would lie, both of them knew they wanted to jump your ass but as soon as they saw how fine you were they couldn't. Now they both just wanted to see if they could could hit it before they left. You'd put your gun down staring at the two silently for a moment before walking past them to your hellcat. The two would silently watch you before dabbing eachother up and follow you in excitement.

Honestly, you don't even know how it happened but it started off with you 3 in the back seat smoking up a storm. Not even 20 minutes into your smoking sesh, your body started heating up at the sly comments the two would throw at you. You'd pussy throbbing at the sound of Eren telling you how fine you were and Armin touching you in all the right places at all the right times, what a duo. In about 10-15 more minutes you found yourself making out with Armin's lap, Eren giving you kisses from the side making your overwhelmed not knowing who to kiss.

"Mmph!" You'd cry into Erens mouth as kissed you, not even being able to think straight. You were completely drowned in bliss as you felt Armin lap up your juices with his tongue. You've never been eaten out the good before, and it was a complete game changer when you felt him sink his fingers into your brown and pink fat pussy.(im such a troll for that one) Your eyes would roll to the back of you head as you pulled away from eren moaning into the crook of his neck as your nails scratched him looking for something to grip on. "Doing so well for us." You'd hear eren say softly as he held you, continuing to praise you.

On the other hand, Armin was fucking your pussy up real good. He was nose deep, not able to even contain himself and just you moaning made it even worst. You'd feel your eyes fill up with tear as you cried out even louder cumming all of his face as you held onto Eren even tigher, trembling as you came down from your high. Armin would pull away licking his fingers as he wiped his face. "My turn." you'd hear Eren say, you were to tired to even complain feeling yourself getting moved around. "Mamas, be a good girl and arch for daddy." You'd hear Armin's voice now from infront of you, you'd look up from your fluffy lashes to see his pretty blue eyes looking right back down at you.

He'd smile, his sliver braces showing as he'd whip out his dick as it hit you head in the center of your face making your slightly flinch. Not knowing who to pay attention to you'd feel something poke at your entrance. "wait-Fuc--" you'd be shut up by two dicks filling you up from both sides, your moans muffled by Armins dick. You'd start tearing up again but this time you'd actually start crying, the amount of pleasure you were getting at once was insane. Your make-up getting completely messed up as Armin kept face fucking you. Eren on the opposite side ramming your shit.

"look at you go mamas." Armin would say pulling his phone out as he started to record you, with his hands now away you'd quickly pull away coughing as you looked back up to the video. You'd could help but start moaning loudly again from eren as you started to pump his dick from the base spitting on it. You'd start sucking him off harder making a sloppy mess with bubbles every wear not taking your eyes off the video. "Fuckkk, so good for us.." Armin would whimper, voice slightly cracking as he moaned. Eren letting out groans as he picked up his place leaving you a moaning mess not even able to focus on the task at hand.

Armin would stop recording as he went back to face fucking you, but he was looking behind you this time. You'd feel both ends slow down as you looked up once more to see the two kissing. Your pussy couldn't help but twitch and suck Eren in even more from how hot that was. Slightly shocked, you assumed it was just the weed kicking all 3 of ya'll differently. But this didn't last long because after a few seconds they were both back to abusing your holes. The game ender for you was when Eren brought his fingers down and start rubbing on you clit, you came so fucking hard you started squirting tear rolling down your eyes.

Armin was next pulled away as you brought your tonuge out and he came on your face leaving you a mess. Eren would do the same after a few more thrusts cumming your ass and back. You'd fall, your body fully limp as you caught your breath. "Damn, if your drugs ass addicting as you are i might have to switch over." Armin would joke as pulled you up giving you a kiss as eren laughed at his stupid joke. "ngl, being opps stupid asl, why don't we conjoin and just become sumin bigger?" Eren would ask, but you were sound asleep leaving the two.

"Eren, did we kiss?" Armin would ask "Shut the actual fuck up idk what your on."

(LOL IDK WHAT THIS IS I STARTED WRITING AND COULDN'T STOP, BUT IMA START WORKING ON REQUESTS NOW.)

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rapunzelbro · 2 months

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The amount of times I have refreshed the angel dust x reader tag----Anywayyyy, I dunno if you do hurt/comfort (if not that's okay please ignore this lol) but here is a idea for a oneshot! GN!reader x angel dust where they're in a secret relationship because he's trying to protect you at all cost from his boss (reader can know about his situation or not its up to you!) but Valentino somehow found out about it and is pissed about it. You can use creative freedom to fill in the angst parts and whatever happens next, but please make it have a happy ending ^^

Imagine being in a Secret Relationship with Angel

Omg yeah I can! I wish there were more too so haha I shall provide I suppose. This is uh. Super angst. But I promise it’ll be a happy ending lmao I promise. Thank you for requesting. Just a reminder yall my requests are still open! Just give as much details and I’ll make it happen. Anywho enjoy!

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Being in a relationship with Angel Dust wasn’t often easy, Well at first that is.

When you first met Angel he always had his guard up, on some sort of drug at all times, and pushed serious conversations aside with Sexual remarks to drop the conversation entirely

So when you were able to actually break his walls months later, it was honestly a shock to you. Because damn was he stubborn. Honestly you didn’t think it would be possible

He started telling you small things about himself after the first month of letting his walls down, introducing you to Fat nuggets, and watching movies with you.

After the third month, he tells you his real name is Anthony. You said it suits him and you swear you see him blush

The fourth month is when you ask him out. He is super hesitant on accepting, but you don’t push him for an answer, he later comes in your room

“Y/N.. I.. I want to say yes, but I’m so terrified ya know? I just can’t I don’t know what would happen”

“Why would you be terrified?”

He tells you everything. Everything about the man who tears him apart, the man who hurts him on the daily.

He is trying to hard to explain how terrified he is of you getting hurt, and all you can do is gently take his hands as you look at him

“Angel, nothing will happen, no one needs to know but us. If you’re scared still, I get that, I’ve been there before. But I’m not scared of that prick, and he won’t find out okay?”

He finally makes eye contact with you and he begins to calm down, hugging you as you two just sit in silence before he quietly responds

“Then, I accept”

It’s months after that when he introduced you to his Best friend Cherri. You two are super hesitant about telling her, but you eventually decide to.

She’s super super happy for you two but don’t think she won’t get super protective

Will pull you aside at the club when Angel isn’t there

“If you hurt Angel you and I are going to have a problem okay? You break his heart I break you”

Yeah she scared the fuck out of you for that. Angel never did find out about your conversation.

It’s been almost a year of hiding your relationship when it suddenly begins to turn sour

The calls from Valentino, get more frequent, more violent on the phone.

Angel comes back to the hotel limping, bruised and bloody

You practically sprint and grab him, carrying him to his room take care of him the best you can, talk to him when he is ready, or be a shoulder to cry on.

Angel doesn’t know why Valentino is being more violent, he didn’t do anything wrong, he kept your relationship so quiet that it was basically impossible for him to know about you two

Except Valentino did find out. He heard Angel talking in his dressing room to you, he investigated throughly after Angel said I love you, to you.

Valentino got Vox to look at the cameras around Hell, he saw you two together. You don’t hold hands at all, not in public, if it wasn’t for that phone call, he wouldn’t of thought anything of it

“That little whore is going to fucking pay”

You and Angel are at Val’s bar after Angel reassured you he wouldn’t be there. You two are talking when Angel stands up to grab you more shots

That’s when Valentino appears, gun pressed up to the back of your head

“I Wouldn’t move an inch if you want to live perra tonta~”

You’re absolutely frozen as can be. You don’t move a bit as he leans closer to you

“I have all eyes on you, I know you’re with Angel Dust, you’re fucking with my property. Now here’s how things are going to go down tonight if you want your precious Angel Cakes to live. You’re going to break up with him, and stay the FUCK away from him. Do I make myself clear?”

You are silent visibly shaking as he presses the gun harder as he becomes impatient with you

“Do I make myself clear!”

He sounds absolutely pissed as you quickly nod your head frantically

“Perfect, now fucking leave”

You don’t have time to explain to Angel Dust but you leave before he makes it back with your shots, Valentino is no where to be found.

“Y/n? Where did you go” “Amore mio?”

You didn’t reply to his texts, you didn’t know what to do, you were trapping yourself in your room.

You were in a panicked state as the tears just didn’t seem to stop, nothing made sense, you two were so so careful? How did you fuck up?

Angel knocked at your door. No answer. He knocked again before he eventually used the spare key you gave him, which you forgot about

Angel instantly rushed over to you when he saw you crying, which caused you to flinch

He instantly froze in his tracks when he saw you flinch, concern building

“Y/N what happened.. why are you crying”

You are struggling through sobs as you explain what happened, Angel is so fucking pissed he can hardly contain it but has to for you, he just listens as he sits next to you

“Amore mio, i shouldn’t of I left you alone I’m so sorry. I don’t know how that asshole found out but I’m not fucking this relationship up because of him”

“But he will kill me”

“Sweetie, there’s a thing called acting you know, all we have to do is play the part, pretty easy for me, as you’ve seen.”

He takes your hands with a slight smirk

“I’m not letting him fuck this up okay? Who cares what he thinks? Val is literally blind as shit, I’m surprised he even knew it was you. Probably had to have someone point you out to him”

Yeah that made you laugh, which Angel was thankful for.

For then on, you two had your ‘breakup’. You were never seen in public together, or not without disguises. You had most dates alone at the hotel together

You weren’t letting the one good thing to happen end because of a stupid fucking moth

And he wasn’t going to either.

Angel Dust tag list: @vendetta-ari @brithedemonspawn @satansmanager @storydays @saturnhas82moons @zamadness @fizziepopangel @saitisfied @the--rebel--fae @mcueveryday @rainbowbunny15 @molarloo

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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the art of learning how to knock — csc

summary: seungcheol really should learn how to knock

tags: smut (minors dni!), idol!au, 14th member!reader, male!reader, side kmg x reader warnings: explicit unprotected sex, walking in on, masturbating, sex toys, anal play, taking and sending explicit photos, butt plugs, daddy kink wc: 4.4k an: i’m going to be honest this is pretty mingyu heavy oops but they are not the focused couple my bad. also booooo cringey basic ending that yall cant make fun of bc i still kind of like it LOL

Seungcheol wakes up and groans. Despite the rest of the group having a day off today, he, Soonyoung, and Jihoon have a meeting with the higher ups. Slowly Seungcheol gets up and starts to get ready.

When he’s just able to leave he goes to say goodbye to his dorm mates. Joshua bids him goodbye and good luck and Minghao just waves him off, too consumed in his book to truly say goodbye. That only leaves you now.

The little maknae who is far too adored by the group. Seungcheol can’t complain though as he probably dotes on you the most out of everyone. You deserve it though. Even though you’re the baby you make sure to take care of everyone and look out for them. In such a big group it’s natural that some people are closer to some than others, but it seems like you are genuinely close with everyone.

You’re probably still asleep but Seungcheol will just pop into your room and drop a kiss on your head before he leaves. He opens your door but you’re not sleeping. Instead you’re pressed against your wall, crowded up by Mingyu who has one hand in your pants while the other is trailing up your shirt. You gasp as Mingyu sucks at your neck.

Mingyu hears Seungcheol first and pulls away quickly. You whine as all contact is lost. Mingyu’s face is red as he stands, trying to put distance between the two of you like it will convince Seungcheol he didn’t see what he just did.

“C-coups-hyung!” Mingyu says. “That wasn’t- we weren’t- it’s not what you think.”

“So you weren’t just defiling our maknae?” Seungcheol glares at Mingyu, his voice coming out in more of a growl than he expects. Mingyu cowers away. “No, tell me Mingyu, tell me you didn’t just have your hand shoved down his pants.”

“Hyung, I’m so sorry!” You quickly stand and bow to Seungcheol. Automatically Seungcheol melts at seeing you.

“We’ll uh, talk about this when I get back,” Seungcheol tells you. He then turns to Mingyu. “Mingyu. Get out.” Mingyu nods and quickly scrambles out of your room and the dorm. You’re still bowed and Seungcheol walks up to you and lifts your body. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re not in trouble. We’ll talk later, okay?” You only nod and Seungcheol leaves feeling a bit bad that he obviously scared you.

Seungcheol heads to the meeting, his brain still thinking about what he witnessed earlier.

Members hooking up wasn’t unheard of within the K-Pop world. Seungcheol has never experienced it in Seventeen but it was bound to happen. He just didn’t think it would be you and Mingyu.

Seungcheol lets out a long sigh. This is too much to think about.

“Are you okay hyung?” Soonyoung asks him as they ride together in the company elevator.

Seungcheol sighs again. “I caught Mingyu in Y/N’s room this morning.”

“Mingyu and Y/N?” Jihoon pipes up. “You’re joking.”

“I wish.” Seungcheol drags his hands over his face. “I told him we would talk later but I honestly don’t know what I’m going to say to him.”

“Just tell him about the risks and how it’s his and Mingyu’s decision but to be considerate of the group and each other,” Soonyoung shrugs and Seungcheol can’t remember when Soonyoung became the intelligent one but he’ll take it.

After the leaders got done talking to the higher ups they decided to have unit meetings but this now means that Seungcheol has to face you and Mingyu in a room together, along with Vernon and Wonwoo. You guys are all together in Mingyu and Wonwoo’s dorm but nobody has said anything yet as Seungcheol keeps glaring at Mingyu.

“So…” Vernon says. “What did you need to talk to us about hyung?”

“Right uhm, we have a few photo shoots coming up. The company wants us to split up into units to take them. They also want us to do unit songs for our next album so we’ll need to work on that,” Seungcheol says. He’s still glaring at Mingyu a bit and you sigh.

“Hyung, should we talk now?” Seungcheol glances nervously at Vernon and Wonwoo. “They already know.”

“What?” Seungcheol frowns.

“You told Soonyoung, who told Seokmin and Seungkwan, who then told everyone else,” you explain and Seungcheol internally curses himself. Of course. The three loud mouths of the group. “It’s okay Cheol-hyung. We already know everything you’re going to tell us. It’s nothing serious and we’re going to be careful.”

“Still…”

“Can’t you trust me?”

“It’s not that Y/N.” Seungcheol’s brow furrows.

“Then what is it? It’s natural to have…urges. Idols do it all the time.”

Seungcheol doesn’t know how to tell you he doesn’t have an issue with the members hooking up with each other. He has an issue with the members hooking up with you. You seem to come to this realization on your own though.

“Hyung,” you say it like you’re scolding him. “I’m not a baby anymore! I’m twenty-three now. I can take care of myself. You guys act like I’m some innocent child but it’s not like that anymore.”

In theory Seungcheol knows you’re right, but it doesn’t make it any better. Sometimes he wants to just bundle you and Chan up and hide you two away from the world. You’re right, you guys are older now, but that doesn’t stop you two from being his babies.

“Coups-ah.” You stand and walk over to him. You grab his face and squeeze his cheeks in your hands, grinning as you do. “It’s okay~”

“If it makes you feel better hyung,” Mingyu starts.

“Shut up,” Seungcheol growls, which would probably be more intimidating if you weren’t squishing his face right now. Mingyu still shuts up though.

You’re now using your hands to shake his head around. “Relax. We won’t let it get out of hand. Now, is this meeting done?” You drop your hands from his face.

“Well…I guess for now…”

“Okay great!” You lean down and kiss his cheek. "Since everyone knows now though, we don’t have to hide. So maybe uh, don’t come into Mingyu’s room for a bit. Okay bye!” With that you grab Mingyu’s hand and drag him to his bedroom. Mingyu’s face is red as you do but he doesn’t stop you.

Seungcheol glares at your retreating backs. He barely even got to say what he wanted to, but then again he didn’t even know what he wanted to say. Now he has to live with the knowledge that you’re in Mingyu’s room being desecrated by the giant.

“Hyung? You’re a little red in the face,” Wonwoo says.

“I’m fine,” Seungcheol snaps.

“I didn’t say you weren’t! I’m just pointing out your face is a bit red. You know they’ve been doing this for like months now,” Wonwoo says casually.

“What?!”

“No need to snap. Yeah Y/N typically comes up here. I mind my business but I had a hunch on what was happening.” Wonwoo is a little too calm for Seungcheol right now. “Why does it matter so much anyways?”

“Because, it’s Y/N.”

“Hyung…do you…?” Wonwoo doesn’t finish his sentence but Seungcheol understands what he’s implying.

“What? No!” You’re the maknae, that’s all. He doesn’t have feelings for you or anything. Nope, not at all.

“If you so say hyung,” Vernon and Wonwoo mutter.

Seungcheol really needs to learn how to knock.

The members are having a fourteen member dinner together tonight and you haven't read the group chat yet so Seungcheol volunteers to come get you. He thinks you’re taking a nap and he walks into your room to wake you up. But just like last time you are in fact not sleeping.

“Ah, ah, ooh~” your moans fill the room and Seungcheol stops in his tracks, his face turning red at the sight.

You’re draped across your bed, your shirt is pushed up so your stomach is revealed and your pants are just barely pushed down around your thighs. A clear dildo is being thrust into your wet hole and Seungcheol watches the way the puffy pink muscle grips onto the toy as it disappears in and out of you. Your dick is being gripped in your other hand as you pump yourself rapidly.

Seungcheol coughs a bit and you suddenly realize his presence. Seungcheol is looking at the wall by the time you pull the covers over you, face red.

“Oh my god Seungcheol! I’m so sorry.” You bury your face in your hands. “Why does this keep happening?”

“Uh, dinner’s ready,” Seungcheol mumbles.

“R-right. I’ll uh, be right there.”

When you finally sit down at the dinner table your face is still red and Seungcheol still has the image of your puckered hole burned into his brain. The only seat open is the one next to Seungcheol and you two can’t meet each other’s eyes as you sit down.

The rest of the night you two try to avoid each other and you even jump when his leg accidentally bumps into yours. After dinner is finished you split from the group quickly, stating you have a headache. Seungcheol wants to follow after you but decided against it.

Later while laying in bed Seungcheol can’t get you out of his head. The erotic noises you were making and the tantalizing pieces of skin he saw. He can barely fall asleep with his brain running so hard but he eventually is able to get himself to sleep.

Unfortunately for him while he sleeps his brain decides to betray him again. He dreams of your naked, flushed, willing body under him, panting as he runs his hand over your pliant flesh squeezing you in all your soft areas. Your eyes are begging for him to fuck you while small whines leave your throat. You need him.

Seungcheol wakes up with a start, his body drenched in sweat, his cock uncomfortably hard in his boxers. What the fuck is wrong with him. He shouldn’t be having these kinds of thoughts about you. You’re the maknae, the baby. Seungcheol is the leader and the oldest. He was literally yelling at Mingyu the other day because of this.

Then Wonwoo’s stupid words creep into the back of Seungcheol’s head.

Hyung…do you…?

Does he?

Seungcheol has always had a soft spot for you, everyone knows this. It’s evident in the way he teases Chan but dotes on you. He’s close with the other members but he has a special bond with you. He’s never put too much thought into it but maybe now he should.

Seungcheol is aware he’s glaring. It’s not going to stop him though.

You guys are at the photoshoot and you’re waiting for Vernon and Wonwoo to get out of hair and makeup. Your body is pressed into Mingyu’s as he whispers something in your ear and Seungcheol has never wanted to strangle Mingyu more in his life.

Okay, so maybe Seungcheol likes you. Whatever. The realization just makes him want to kill Mingyu even more.

He also wants to kill whoever is your stylist. You’re in oversized black jeans with large rips in the knees, revealing just enough skin where it’s not too distasteful. Your shirt is a loose fitting mesh tank top with a blue cropped zip up hoodie over it. You look hot. Sinfully hot. You have black eyeliner smudged around your eyes and your hair is styled with gel to make it look wet as it hangs in your face.

“Coups-ah!” You call and Seungcheol meets your eyes. “Are you ready?” When he looks he sees that Vernon and Wonwoo are ready now. Seungcheol nods and follows the four of you to the photographer.

The photoshoot goes by fairly smoothly, other than the fact that the photographer is upping your sex appeal and it’s making Seungcheol’s dick hard. He catches a glance at one of the photos where you’re staring at the camera, your piercing eyes on display, your plump lips parted just slightly. You look like an incubus ready to pounce on your next victim.

“Are you okay hyung?” You ask him as you and Wonwoo switch out to take solo pictures. “You look a little flushed. Are you feeling sick?” You press the back of your hand to his forehead. “You’re hot too. Are you going to be able to finish the photoshoot?”

“I’m uh, fine. It’s just a bit hot in here,” Seungcheol lies.

“Hmm well if you get feeling worse don’t push yourself.” You smile kindly at him before going to sit next to Vernon, falling into a quick conversation.

The rest of the day Seungcheol tries to ignore how you and Mingyu hang off of each other and how at one point you take your jacket off so your whole arms and chest are on display and it makes Seungcheol feel like a pervert.

By the time the group gets back to the dorms Seungcheol is annoyed and sexually frustrated. He contemplates just taking a cold shower but he is just a man and instead he jerks off alone in his room thinking about you. Not that it’s anyone’s business.

Seungcheol is going to kill Mingyu. He’s actually going to do it.

Seungcheol is sitting in his room when he gets the notification that someone texted the Seventeen group chat. What Seungcheol sees when he opens the message makes his blood boil (and his dick stir).

Mingyu: Look at what a good boy he is

Attached to the text is a photo of you. No, not just a photo of you, a nude.

Your whole body is bare and your face is shoved into the bed as your ass sits in the air. The picture is taken from a back angle so your puckered hole is on display, one of Mingyu’s large hands is spreading your asscheeks to show it off. Between your legs is your hard cock, red and dripping, begging for release. There’s a white splatter of cum on the small of your back and Mingyu’s dick hangs just barely in frame at the bottom.

What the fuck. What the fuck.

Seungcheol is torn between being appalled and being turned on.

He decides he can be both and gets up to storm to your room. What is Mingyu doing pulling shit like that?

Without much thought Seungcheol barges into your room. Mingyu is sitting on your bed with his legs spread as you kneel on the ground, your mouth stuffed full of Mingyu’s dick.

“Kim Mingyu, what is wrong with you?” Seungcheol growls.

“What the fuck hyung!” Mingyu squeals. Mingyu quickly pulls you off his dick so he can cover up his bare lap. You on the other hand take a second to realize what’s happening.

Your lips are swollen and a bit of spit drips down your chin. There are tears in your eyes as you look around confused. You're still naked and your cock is still hard, still not taken care of. Seungcheol pushes the thought that he could treat you better away in turn to glare at Mingyu again.

“Why did you send that picture to the group chat?” Seungcheol hisses.

“What picture? Oh shit. Did I send that to the main chat?” Mingyu scrambles for his phone. “That was uh, meant for just Chan.”

“Chan!?” Seungcheol whips around to face you. “Are you sleeping with Chan as well?”

“N-no,” you sniffle a bit. “Don’t be mad at me Cheollie please.”

“Shit baby, I’m not mad at you,” Seungcheol assures you.

“Chan wishes he was sleeping with Y/N,” Mingyu pipes up. “And it seems like some of the other guys do too.” Mingyu’s startled manner has been replaced with a cocky one as he scrolls through his phone. “Too bad I got to him first.”

Seungcheol fumbles to pull his phone out and look over the chat. All of the guys seem to be responding positively to the photo. A little too positively.

“It doesn’t matter what the guys think. That was very stupid of you. What if the wrong person got ahold of that photo?” Seungcheol frowns.

“You can’t even see his face!” Mingyu argues back.

“Get out of this dorm, Mingyu,” Seungcheol growls.

“Who’s going to take care of poor Y/N then? Look at him.” Seungcheol does. You’re wiggling your hips around, your hands just twitching to be able to touch yourself. Mingyu pulls you up onto the bed and places you on his lap. He brings his hand down to finally bring relief to your aching cock. “Are you going to take care of him hyung? What were you saying the other day about ‘defiling the maknae’?”

You’re letting out small high keens as you Mingyu continues to work at your cock. You can barely pay attention to the conversation the two men are having, too busy burying your face in Mingyu’s neck.

“You’re the only one who has a problem with this hyung. Why is that? It can’t truly be because you’re a prude. Are you just that protective of Y/N’s innocence? Or…are you just possessive of Y/N? Want him to yourself? Shame if that’s the truth because it looks to me like he’s under my thumb and not yours.” To emphasize his point Mingyu digs his thumb into the slit of your cock and you moan and grip onto Mingyu tighter.

Seungcheol can’t find his words. He can’t take his eyes off your leaking cock. His own cock stirs around in his pants, his anger at Mingyu the only thing keeping it at bay. Mingyu’s hand works at your fast, rougher, and soon you’re cumming, spurting your cum across Mingyu’s hand and your stomach. Your face is blissed out and you’re letting out the most sinful sounds Seungcheol has ever heard.

“Do you still need something Seungcheol?” Mingyu asks. Seungcheol tears his eyes away from you to meet Mingyu’s gaze. “Because if you don’t I suggest you leave.”

Seungcheol wants to yell at Mingyu. Curse him out and scream at him and go into a rage but he sees the way you’re starting to fall asleep in Mingyu’s arms and decides to hold off. Only because of you though. He’ll just yell at Mingyu later.

Y/N: gyu is on some date right now and im just so needy

Y/N: can someone please come help me 🥺

Holy shit.

The text throws Seungcheol off.

It’s sent to the main chat after practice one day. Seungcheol can barely even comprehend Mingyu going on a date because you just asked one of the member to come help get you off. Seungcheol knows the other guys find you attractive and he knows them well enough that a handful of them would gladly take this offer.

He rushes to your room to find he doesn’t even have to barge in, the door is already wide open. His initial idea was to stop any of the guys from going in, and to stop you as well, but when he peeks in from the door frame to see you fisting your cock all of his resolve brakes. Your breath comes out in small pants and a pink flush covers your body. When you look up and see Seungcheol you start to whine.

“C-cheollie~ help me,” you beg.

Swiftly Seungcheol closes your bedroom door and locks it shut.

“Wan’ you so bad. Wan’ed you even before Gyu,” you admit. “Touch me please.”

“Fuck baby, holy shit. You’re so pretty.” Seungcheol slowly approaches the bed as you continue to yank at yourself. “W-what do you need me to do?”

“Fuck me please. Touch me. Anything,” you beg.

Seungcheol hesitates for a second. Is this a bad idea?

Fuck it, he’s already come this far.

Seungcheol surges forward and pulls you into a kiss. Your skin is fevered and soft under Seungcheol’s hands and it drives him feral. God he’s wanted to touch you like this for too long. You kiss at his lips hungrily as he swallows up your moans and whines. Seungcheol drags his hand down your torso and to your crotch.

The wiggling of your hips spurs Seungcehol’s movements on even more and he grabs you in his palm and starts to pump at you. Seungcheol swallows up your soft pants as he kisses you even harder, getting drunk off just your lips.

You break away for a moment so you can speak. “M-more. Please.”

“I’m already touching you baby. You need more than this?”

You nod. “Need something more inside.” You wiggle out of Seungcheol’s grasp so you can turn around, presenting your ass to the older man. There’s a butt plug seated in your hole and Seungcheol has never seen anything hotter in his life.

Seungcheol is barely thinking as he strips himself of his clothes and grabs the bottle of lube on your bedside table. He kneads at your ass with one hand while he pumps his own length with the other.

Gently Seungcheol removes the plug from your ass but you still whine at the feeling. Seungcheol tries to soothe you as he pours lube onto his cock. He lines himself up to your hole and starts to push in. He can barely fit his tip in to begin with. You’re tight even with all the preparation you did beforehand.

“Shit Y/N,” Seungcheol groans as he shallowly thrusts into you, trying to get you to take more of him.

“H-hyung,” you whine.

“How are you so tight?” Seungcheol groans. “Mingyu not fuck you good enough?”

“Uh uh, not as good as you would,” you say. “G-gyu acts all p-possessive, but he isn’t. P-plays a part to r-rile you up.” You stumble through your words. “He was helping me get your attention.”

Seungcheol played right into you and Mingyu’s hand. Well shit.

“A-are you mad d-daddy?” You ask, the name slipping out of your mouth. Seungcheol embarrassingly finds it hot.

“Fuck baby. Could never be mad at you. Should have just told me though. Daddy would have come and fucked you nice and good,” Seungcheol tells you as he ruts into you even more. Your hole loosens a bit and he’s able to shealth his full length into you. “Good boy, taking me so well.”

Seungcheol’s grip on your hips is tight as he starts to fully rock into you. Your body is already trembling under his and you’re mewling out with every hit of Seungcheol’s tip. Seungcheol picks up his pace to something that could only be described as animalistic. His hand presses between your shoulder blades, pushing you down into the mattress even more. Your whole body is nearly pushed into the bed, your hips grinding up against the sheets.

You’re babbling nonsense as Seungcheol fucks you. Your drool is dripping down onto the bed and tears are starting to form in your eyes as well. Seungcheol can’t focus on anything other than the way you're wrapped around his cock, squeezing him so tightly as he pounded into your ass.

“So good for me. Such a pretty boy. Yeah just like that baby,” Seungcheol coos. He can feel his balls tightening the more he plows into you.

Everything about you is intoxicating. Your skin is soft and warm under his palms and he loves how it feels when he squeezes at the pliant flesh. The noises you keep making are doing nothing but spurring on Seungcheol’s orgasm, the high pitched whimpers going straight to his dick.

Seungcheol has never been an overtly sexual person but he thinks he might become one if you keep it up like this. His mind floods with different scenarios where he could have you. A quickie backstage before a performance. Crowding you up after rehearsal in the dance room. Bent over in the car right before you guys catch a flight. He wants to do everything with you. Try new things with you.

“Daddy!” You cry out. “Need’a cum.”

“I got you baby.” Seungcheol reaches around your body to grab your cock in his hand. It’s heavy and he can feel the veins along it as he starts to pump you in his fist. “Cum whenever you want. Shit. Gonna cum too. Where do you-”

“Inside!” You call out. “Please. Need to be stuffed full with your cum.”

“Holy shit,” Seungcheol groans and he releases right then, spilling his load into your hole. The feeling of his cum inside of you drives you over the edge as well and you’re cumming all over Seungcheol’s hand. When you come down from your climax your body slumps onto the bed, out of breath.

Seungcheol pulls out of you and flops down beside you. He brings his hands up to play with your hair as you shuffle around to lay on his chest.

“You okay baby?” Seungcheol asks in a whisper.

You weakly nod a bit. “Feel good.”

“I’m going to be honest I don’t think this can be a one time thing for me,” Seungcheol admits.

“Good. I like you Seungcheol. Like, I really like you. I thought you just saw me as some kid though,” you say softly.

Seungcheol chuckles at this. “I think you’ve proven that you’re not just a kid anymore. So…you and Mingyu really weren’t…?”

“Ah,” you hide your face in his chest a bit, “that. We were talking one day and I kind of brought up how it’s hard to do anything as an idol and he agreed and then offered to help me out if I ever wanted. Then I brought up my crush on you and he said he could also help with that and well, you know.”

“Wonwoo said you guys had been doing stuff together for months.”

“Wonwoo…may or may not have been a part of it as well,” you admit sheepishly. “Mingyu and I did do stuff, just not to that extent. Everytime you caught us it was on purpose. Gyu knows you’re awful at knocking and decided to uh, use that to our advantage.”

Seungcheol stares at you incredulously. He has caught you guys…purposefully. That’s something he didn’t see coming.

“God you’re going to be the death of me,” Seungcheol mutters.

“Yeah,” you say sweetly, “but I think it's worth it.”

“Oh do you now?” Seungcheol teases and you nod, grinning back at him. “You’re lucky I think so too,” he says before swooping down to kiss you and he decides that yeah, maybe his habit of not knocking isn’t such a bad thing after all.

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Haunted experience

Pairing - matt × fem!reader

Summary - it's basically the sam and colby video Matt's girlfriend tags along but she doesn't wanna get involved so she just stays in one of the driskle hotel rooms.

Warning - paranormal, fluff, idk what else it shouldn't be that scary tbh

"Yeah I'll just wait in the room" i say walking backwards to finish off my conversation with sam and colby. Then having matt walk me there.

So i got to the driskle hotel with everyone. Matt told me i could come with him and his brothers also sam and colby was okay with it, i mean I would participate but i didn't really wanna get involved with the paranormal, cause that stuff kinda freaks me out.

I had a pretty weird experience with those kinda things when i was younger.

To my hair being tugged, my neck being scratched, and cabinets being slammed. So I heavily believe in those things. To think that sam and colby do this for a living and fun is crazy to me.

Matt walked me to the room i was staying in. On the way there we made conversation.

"Would it be ok if i called you when yall were recording" i question looking up at him

"Why would you need to call me? Also you don'thave to ask." he furrowed her brows his voice and facial expression filled with a mix of concern and confusion.

"Well i just thought... it would ruin-" I cut myself off.

"I don't know just incase.." i put my head down realizing i was getting all worked up over nothing.

He stopped walking and put his hands on my shoulder making me face him

"what's wrong?" He asked scanning my face trying to interpret my feelings." And also to answer you're question, I'll ditch the video if needed, especially if you need something." He reassured me, which always feels nice.

" it's nothing really-" he didn't let me finish

"If you're scared it's gonna be okay" he pulled me into a hug, my arms going around his waist his hands rubbing my back.

His phone buzzed it was a message from colby where are you we're ready?? I saw when he opened his phone

"Ok i gotta go, love you" he kissed my head before leaving.

"Love you too"

I was going to swipe the card on the door so i can enter but before i could swipe it, the door already opened, but my hand was on the nob so there could have been a possibility that it has already been opened or something??

I take everything in, the big bed in the middle of the room, a tv sitting right infront of it, against the wall of the bed a few feet over there was a closet it probably had robes and the ironing board in there, then theres a bathroom far over somewhere.

I sit on the bed scrolling through my phone for a few minutes.

"This is probably gonna take longer then i expected" i mumble to myself scooting off the bed looking for the remote to watch tv.

I found the remote and scrolled through a few channels and picked spongebob.

I took my shoes off to settle in and watch tv and probably take a nap cause who knows how long this would take.

I lay down turning my back away from the door just incase it opened again.

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Time passed my eyes began to fall heavy i checked the time 6:38pm we got here at 4:00pm

My focused was switched from my phone to the tv when the channel changed to a movie a scary one it appeared.

The lamp flickered a few times but i figured it was because the building is so old.

I get the remote to se what it was and it was the movie exorcist. My heart sank i quickly change the channel it was probably my foot hitting the remote.

I try and rub the situation off with excuses but i know that it was something more so i was shaken up, damn right terrified.

I give matt a text knowing theres a 45% chance he could reply and actually do something about it.

📲

Matt

Could you find time to make it to the room?

Delivered: now

I put my phone down trying to think about something else. Oh did i try. It didn't work.

I decided to walk around the building for a bit, i leave the room and walk down the hallway trying to stay around people so nothing super bad happens.

I take a turn trying to go down another hall not paying attention or list. Obviously nothing running through my head at all and i bump into

I look up and it's colby i look behind him and it's everyone else.

"Y/n what's wrong you look sick" nick said

"I- I'm fine" i look around rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans.

"Where were you guys going anyway"

"To eat actually matt was going back to get you why we went down to the table but you're here now so let's go" colby says walking past me.

I fall behind so i can talk with matt

"You look shooken up whats wrong baby?"

"My experience with the hotel in general-"

"What happend" he sounded alarmed also interrupting me.

"I was getting to that"

"Sorry"

I sit down at the table where we were going to eat matt sat next to me.

the table was circle and there were six chairs that we sat in.

"So it started before i even entered the room so when i was about to come in, the door opened for me i brushed that off cause it's not that serious. Then i got comfortable laying in the bed-

I look down at my shoeless feet, only socks on my feet. Bringing matt to chuckle a bit making me laugh too.

"What are yall laughing at" chris interrupted making everyone look at us.

"Great way to put us on the spot chris"

"She has no shoes on just socks that it" matt added. Everyone laughed it off so i guess everything was fine.

"What are you guys talking about anyway" sam questions

"Just something that happend while i was waiting in the hotel room"

"Do tell" colby gestures for me to continue

"I'll just start the story over. So when i was about to enter the room the door opened for me but that wasnt much so i got comfortable in the room as you could tell, and i started getting tired then the channel changes to exorcist i thought it was just my leg that hit the remote or something but the lights were flickering and stuff, i was scared so i decided to leave and roam the halls until i bumped into you" i point to colby

"Wow we definitelygotta check that room out" everyone was nodding and agreeing.

"I would have done the same thing, the fuck not that anyone's saying anything but that alone is crazy" nick said breaking the silence that subsidied

I felt like no one believed me but i know they did it's just a feeling i had, i struggled with overthinking anyways.

Matt rubbed my leg under the table. That made me feel better.

I lean over to whisper in his ear

"I feel like no one believes me"

His face softened probably at the thought that i would think someone wouldn't believe what i said i mean they did say i looked scared earlier.

"Don't say that of course the do" he says at a low tone so only i can here him.

I nod and continue eating my food.

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Me and matt had a room together as long as we promised not to fuck. So Chris, and nick, sam and colby shared a room.

Matt was in the shower i had already taken mines when they started recording again after dinner.

I just sit up in my bed waiting for him to get out the bathroom scrolling on my phone. I hear the bathroom door open, matt came out shirtless with only his plaid pajama pants and his toothbrush in his mouth with his black T in hand.

"Did you knock on the door"

"No. Why?"

He just walked back in the bathroom not answeringmy question. That alone freaked me out I think I'm just a scarey cat but i dont care because matt allows me to be one meaning he was ok with it.

I come in the bathroom to find out what happend. I was curious as to why he asked me that to begin with. He probably had a paranormal experience just happen.

I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. I rest my head against his bare skin. Matt was caught off guard by my sudden interaction but when he notices it's me he relaxed.

"What happend?"

He shrugged at the question

"I heard a knock on the door"

"Well it wasnt me"

He bent down to spit the toothpaste and stood back up putting the tooth brush down wrong his mouth before he turned around to face me cupping my face.

"I know baby. when you told me it wasn't i believed you the first time, it was probably a ghost" he chuckled at the thought of having to reason that a ghost just done something.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips led by a few more other kisses.

"Lets go to bed" matt suggested i nodded agreeing with him.

I slip into bed on my side longing for more affection from matt to take my mind off the long day i had. And all the stuff that accorded throughout the day. so as soon as matt got into bed i cuddled up against him.

"It was such a long day" i breathed out.

"I can say the same" he added

"Can you tell me about the stuff you did today"

I wanted something to think about other then the fact I'm sleeping in a haunted hotel of endless possibilities. And that scared me, but his voice normally soothes me to sleep so that's why i want him to talk. He has no problem with it I stay up long enough to listen but it's rare.

He began talking about his day, running his fingers through my hair. I begin dozing off to sleep in the process.

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A/n : im kinda late to the hotel thing but idc it just randomly hit me so i wrote it. Hope this was a good read.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo #matt × reader #matt fanfic

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Recovery Night - A Hilary Knight Imagine

Another part in my Hilary x younger!reader series! This is the much requested first night of Y/N’s concussion where Hilary takes care of her. This won’t make much sense if you haven’t read Part 1 or Part 2

This is much much shorter than the other 2 parts though, a quick 1k drabble for yall

Tagging @grapefruit-personified because she’s really been waiting for this one

“What did the doc say?” Hilary asks. Y/N sighs, turning her face away from Hilary’s.

“You already know it’s a concussion.”

“I know,” Hilary says softly, “But how bad? Did he say how long you’re out for?”

“It’s bad,” Y/N says, “Out for months but they don’t know a timeline yet.”

“I’m sorry,” Hilary wraps her arm around Y/N’s waist, “How are you feeling?”

“Bad.”

Hilary doesn’t say anything.

“I just… my head hurts. And I feel dizzy every time I stand up. And I kept throwing up in the locker room. And now I can’t play and I don’t even know if I’ll play again and I just wanna cry.”

“I’m sorry,” Hilary moves closer and Y/N turns and leans her head on Hilary’s shoulder, letting herself cry.

Hilary holds Y/N as she cries, rubbing her back and whispering soothing things in her ear. It hurts Hilary to hear Y/N cry, but she knows there’s nothing she can do to make it better. She can’t go back in time and stop Y/N’s concussion from happening. She can’t speed up the recovery process. She can’t even take Y/N’s pain away. All she can do is hold Y/N and try and make her feel a little better.

Suddenly, Y/N stop crying. She tenses up in Hilary’s arms. Hilary sits up a little, her arms loosening.

“Y/N? You good?”

Y/N doesn’t answer. She shoots up and runs to the bathroom. Hilary follows and sighs when she sees Y/N kneeling over the toilet, heaving. She kneels beside Y/N, holding her hair back. When Y/N finishes throwing up, Hilary helps her lean against the wall and gently wipes her face with a cloth. She hands Y/N a glass of water and, when she’s ready, helps her stand and brush her teeth.

“Do you want to go lay down?” Hilary asks. Y/N shakes her head.

“I think I’m gonna be sick again, I should stay in here.”

“Okay,” Hilary helps Y/N back to the floor, “I’ll be right back.”

Hilary returns a few minutes later with pillows and blankets she took from the bed. She lays them down on the floor, makes a nest for Y/N to sit in so she won’t have to sit on the uncomfortable floor. Y/N grabs Hilary’s hand and pulls her into the nest. They sit curled up together, only moving when Y/N starts to feel sick. When Y/N falls asleep, Hilary doesn’t move her, just shifts her so she’s laying more comfortably against Hilary. Hilary sets a two hour timer on her phone. She splits her time between watching Y/N sleep, making sure she’s comfortable and not in pain or having bad dreams, and googling tips for concussion recovery.

After two hours, Hilary gently shakes Y/N awake. Y/N groans into Hilary’s chest.

“I know baby, I know,” Hilary says softly, “But you have to wake up. Just for a bit okay?” Y/N lifts her head, pouting, with a look of betrayal on her face. Hilary can’t help but smile at how adorable she is. “I’m sorry, I know you’re tired, but you have to wake up for a bit. You know you can’t sleep for so long with a concussion.”

“Don’t remind me,” Y/N says, “I know I have to wake up but I’m so tired.”

“I know baby, but I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Y/N takes her head out of Hilary’s chest after the gentle coaxing. Hilary keeps Y/N talking about anything she can to keep Y/N awake for 30 minutes.

“Do you wanna move to bed?” Hilary asks. Y/N shakes her head. “Are you still feeling nauseous?” Y/N shakes her head again.

“Don’t feel like moving.”

“Okay baby,” Hilary says, kissing her head, “You can go back to sleep now, I’ll wake you up in a bit.”

They repeat that cycle all night. Y/N complains every time she’s woken up and Hilary soothes her every time. Y/N gets nauseous once more, heaving into the toilet again, but mostly she makes it through the night. Hilary doesn’t know the extent of Y/N’s injury and she suspects the team doctors don’t know yet either. Hilary can only hope it’s not too bad, but she saw how hard Y/N hit the boards, she knows how bad even the mildest head injuries can be. If she’s being honest, Hilary wants Y/N to play again, but more than that, she just wants Y/N to get better, even if that means she never sets foot on the ice again. She’s so lost in thought she jumps when her alarm goes off. Y/N groans.

“Sorry,” Hilary says, “But I have to go,” Y/N looks up and pouts, “I know,” Hilary chuckles, “I don’t wanna leave you either, but I have to join my team before we load up our stuff and move to the next hotel.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, but we should be back in a few days after our next games. It’ll go by quickly.”

“I don’t want you to go,” Y/N says quietly.

“I know.”

“My head hurts,” Y/N sounds like she’s about to cry.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re still my girlfriend right?”

“Yes,” Hilary cups Y/N’s face, “Look at me, I love you and I’m with you as long as you’ll have me. I will always be your girlfriend.”

“Good. I still don’t want you to go but it’s okay now. If you gotta go, you can go.” Hilary kisses Y/N softly.

“Let’s get you into bed first.”

Hilary helps Y/N up and guides her to bed, helping her lay down and tucking the blankets around her. She grabs the garbage can, placing beside the bed in case Y/N needs it, and sets a water bottle on the bedside table, along with some snacks if Y/N gets hungry.

“I’m sure someone will be by to wake you up, but get some rest. Keep me updated how you’re feeling, okay? I love you.” Hilary kisses Y/N’s temple.

“Love you too,” Y/N mumbles, clearly already falling asleep.

Hilary leaves quietly. She heads back to her room and packs her things, going down to the lobby to meet up with her team. She runs into both teams in the lobby, both clearly having eaten breakfast at the same time.

“Were you not hungry?” Jill jokes to Hilary. Hilary shoves her weakly.

“Shut up.”

“Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Shut up.”

“Because you do not look good, like you look bad. You look like you–”

“Goodbye Jill!” Hilary walks to the other side of the lobby, ignoring Jill’s laughter behind her.

#Hilary Knight #hilary knight imagine #uswnt imagines #hockey imagine #womens hockey imagine #hockey rpf #uswnt hockey #woho #woho imagine

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agoodfictitle-shadowban · 2 years

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The Price You Pay - Part 4

Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

[TPYP Masterlist]

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Life as a college student isn’t always easy, so when the opportunity to make some money by pretending to date your best friend’s sister arise, you decide to take it.

Tags: fake dating, paid dating, jealousy, possessiveness, Pietro’s bestie, darkish!wanda, no Avengers, bad life decisions, college!au, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, divorced!parents, Vision is kind of a dick, other mcu characters apparition, no proofreading (lemme know if im missing something)

Warnings: Bad language, alcohol consumption, some violence, smuttyfruity (so, 18+, minors dni, dom!Wanda, sub!reader, orgasm delay (r receiving), restraints (r receiving), oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), fondling (r receiving), making out), pay for sxx

A/n: sorry for the delay, between the surgery and the cat fleeing, i had a hard time getting the energy to write especially with smut. So I'd really like to have feedback and everything, it would really help get me back on the saddle. I love yall friends <3

Tag List: @red1culous @sayah13 @princess-kennys-rats @marrymemcgrath

After what had happened, you decided to avoid Wanda for a bit, and it worked. Until it didn't. Your doom came in the form of a text on a beautiful Thursday morning. You just came out of the pool when you checked your phone and saw the light flash a few times, telling you you had a message. You grabbed the device and frowned when you saw who texted you.

[09:43 am - Wanda] I need your services for tonight

The message was simple and direct, and it almost made you forget why you were avoiding Wanda in the first place. But the feeling at your core from simply reading her name was quick to remind you what had happened. This put you in a delicate position. You wanted - needed, even - the money to spare you pride, but you were starting to doubt Wanda's intentions. Did she really need you? And more importantly, could you deal with the consequences of whatever game she seemed to want to play? Because the more you thought about her, and her touch, the more the feelings you used to carry for her showed themselves. And you'd very much like to not end up with your heart broken, thank you.

So now, you had to face a dilemma: what did you put first? Your pride in the face of your family, or your heart?

You found the answer after a few long minutes.

[10:09 am - Y/n (neighbor)] Okay, I'm in. What kind of event is it?

[10:16 am - Wanda] We're going out to a bar with my friends. Vision will be there too

It sounded like a very similar deal than last time, so it should be fine. There was no reason why it would go in weird directions again.

[10:17 am - Y/n (neighbor)] Okay, what time?

[10:37 am - Wanda] I'll get you at 6pm

[10:44 am - Y/n (neighbor)] Okay, cool. See ya

[10:37 am - Wanda] Don't be late

You rolled your eyes, you had no trouble seeing the way she would cock her head to tell you that. Like you'd ever been late before. Maybe you should try to make her wait a bit, just to see what would actually happen. That was a very tempting idea and you played with it a bit, a smile gracing your lips. It would be a good way to get back at her.

So, when the time came and Wanda rang the doorbell, you were still far from ready - or as far as you allowed yourself to be. Which meant that when you opened the door, you were in shorts and a sports bra. She arched an eyebrow when she saw you.

"I thought I told you to be ready."

"I guess you did." You offered her a shrug and walked back inside, leaving the door open for her to follow if she so desired. "The time must have slipped by too fast for me to notice. Guess you'll have to wait a few minutes."

You heard her walk behind you and the door closed right before she pushed you against a wall, not even bothering to turn you around. Your cheek touched the surface as her hands held you there, one against your shoulder and the other on your waist, slowly snaking around you. She was being oddly gentle, even in the way she was keeping you from moving with her strength. It almost drove you crazy, and if she hadn't kept you in place you would have turned around for a needy kiss when her fingers traced around your groin area. She leaned against you, and her lips brushed your ear.

"When I'm paying you, Y/n, I expect you to do what I tell you, or at least to be polite enough to let me know in advance if you won't be able to respect my demands. Am I making myself clear?"

The thought of pushing her some more, just to see where this would go, went through your mind. You were curious after all, and the feeling of her fingers on your skin was intoxicating. It almost made you forget why you actually tried to put some distance with her. But you weren't ready to assume your desires yet. Instead, you licked your lips before you nodded, your throat very dry. "I– crystal."

A smug, satisfied smile answered you, one you couldn't see as long as she kept you pushed against the wall that way. "Perfect. Now go get ready." Slowly she stepped back and freed you, very careful to keep her eyes on you. You finally turned around and were able to see the hunger in her eyes. Incapable of facing her right now, you did what you were told and went to your room to get ready.

A lot of the people you saw at the party were here tonight. Carol and Steve were happy to see you again and welcomed you with open arms, but Vision seemed less than comfortable to have to deal with Wanda and you. You decided to ignore him and just focus on the role you were supposed to play. You realized how easy it was to slip in it, with her possessive arm around your shoulder and her other hand slipping into yours when you weren't drinking. It was different than when she seemed to only want to play with you, almost like she truly cared about you, and it made you feel warm - a very different feeling from the arousal she ignited in you more than once now.

"So, when did you two start dating?" The question brought you back to reality. Natasha looked at the two of you with vested interest, and for a second you started to panic. You were a good liar, but you never got to discuss that with Wanda. But it seemed like she thought about it more than you, since she answered with no troubles.

"Not long after Y/n moved back from her dorm, she had a get together with Pietro and we kept talking into the night long after he fell asleep. And the rest is history."

You remembered spending time with Pietro right after you came back, but the rest was a lie. There never had been any long conversation between the two of you since before this whole fake dating thing you were barely on her radar. The most you got from her were banalities in the form of niceties.

"It's funny, I never imagined you together," Vision chimed in with a wry smile. "You've known each other for years and only now got close? Seems weird to me."

"That's because you never had any imagination, Vis." The blatant barb left a moment of uncomfortable silence in the group. You pinched your lips to hide a snicker and drank some more of your glass.

"I can see it, Wanda had a huge crush on Y/n in high school," Natasha finally said in hope to break the tension, and you choked on your drink, making almost everyone around the table laugh. Wanda sent a murderous glare to her friend who took a very innocent face.

"You did?" You looked at her, not believing it. There was no way, she never showed any interest in you, she barely talked to you at the time. You remembered her calling you an idiot on so many occasions, and complaining about you always being at the twins' place, asking you if you didn't have your own house to be at. At best she considered you a nuisance.

She stayed in control when she answered. "What if I did? We're together now." You couldn't help the big smile that took your whole face, and she rolled her eyes. "Don't let it go to your head, detka."

And for a second, it felt real, like you truly were together as you answered her. "I can't promise anything, you're always so good at feeding my ego." You leaned closer to her with a mischievous smile.

"The things I'd do to make you feel good…" she all but purred at you in an ungodly voice that sent shivers through you. There was a feeling at the pit of your stomach, an instinct that wanted to actually see what she'd do, if she'd stay true to her words. You bit your lip, her eyes falling on the movement, and actually had to lean away when you noticed how close you two were. You couldn't deal with that right now, not in front of everyone. Luckily, the conversation around you had turned to something else.

The rest of the night went smoothly, and you were careful with your alcohol consumption this time. Carol tried to egg you on, but was quickly shut down with a stare by Wanda. There was something fascinating in seeing the ginger impose herself like that to the boisterous blonde with a simple gaze, something that made you crave this kind of attention.

You wondered some more about that desire on your way home from the bar, the silence in the car auspicious to those wandering thoughts. They went back to learning about Wanda's past crush, and a question burned your lips. You wanted to ask about it, but lacked the actual courage to do it in the car, so when the ride came to an end and you walked back in the warmth of the night, you still hadn't said anything.

"Alright. I hope you had a good night," you said in a slightly stilted way, trying to sound professional.

"It's not over yet," she said as she cocked her head. "I'll walk you to your door."

"You sure? I mean, I can–" She simply started to walk towards your door before you could finish your sentence, forcing you to follow. "Okay, walking me to my door. Thanks."

"Don't. I simply want to prolong the night a bit."

You frowned at that. What was it supposed to mean? That she wanted five more minutes or was it something else? You didn't have a lot of time to really wonder more, and you stopped at your doorstep with her, getting your keys out. Just as you started to unlock your door, the heavy gaze of Wanda on you, your curiosity finally got the better of you and you turned to her.

"Was it true?" You asked in a rushed manner, and knowing you needed to give more information for your question to make sense. "That you had a crush on me?"

Wanda raised her eyebrows at that question, from the surprise to see you actually go there. She played with her rings briefly, the only sign of nervousness you see her exhibit around you ever, and finally she sighed before she answered with a low shrug. She didn't like that it had been revealed, but now that it was out of the bag, she had no reason to hide it anymore. "Yes, I did."

Your heart skipped a beat. Her honest answer was as surprising as when you heard it earlier, and you had a hard time wrapping your head around the concept.

"How… why did you–" you stuttered some more before your hand drew your hair back. With a sigh, you shook your head. It was in the past, like your own crush (or so you told yourself) and it was best to leave it there. "Nevermind."

But she wouldn't let you off the hood so easily and she stepped closer to you. "I mind. Why don't you finish your sentence?" She nudged you, her words a hand offered to lead you somewhere, but you had no idea where exactly. You still decided to follow along.

"Why didn't you tell me at the time?" You finally found enough bravery in you to ask, still shy, unable to look at her despite wanting to see her reaction. Her closed index lifted your chin up to force you to look at her in her scarily focused eyes.

"Because I wasn't ready. But now…" she breathed you in closer and your eyes fluttered close when you felt her lips brush yours. "Now I am."

She took your lips and you immediately melted against her, fitting perfectly together. She tried to take a step back to say something, but you hungrily brought her back to you. That simple kiss opened the floodgates of everything you had been feeling in the past and present, and you couldn't resist it anymore.

The second you brought her back to you she slammed you against the door and her kiss became hungry. You moaned against her lips and she swiped her tongue in your mouth, invading it like she owned you. And she might at this point, you thought.

When you separated for air, keeping you from following her again, her dark eyes fell on yours, and then your kissed bruised lips.

"Door. Now," she ordered and you nodded. She let you go and you unlocked the door for good. You barely passed it that she was already all over you, slamming the door behind her before she turned you around to kiss you some more. She pushed you towards the stairs and you almost tumbled over the first step, fumbling back in her arms. "You're so clumsy."

Her voice was hoarse from desire, and it made more warmth spread in you. You finally managed to reach upstairs in between kisses and stops where she would pin you against the wall, her fingers digging in your waist deliciously painfully. You pushed past your bedroom door and the back of your knees knocked on the edge of your bed. You tried to resist the fall but Wanda pushed you down.

"Take everything off," she demanded and you were too possessed by lust to disobey. Your shirt was easy to take off, and the rest slightly more difficult due to you sitting. When it came to your underwear, your hand stalled until she kissed you encouragingly. It was more restrained, softer to reassure you, but you could feel she was holding back. "Do what I tell you before I need to punish you."

You looked up at her towering figure, and swallowed hard. She was beautiful in the moonlight, a crown of light around her, and you felt incredibly vulnerable under her hungry gaze. Still, you slowly took off the last of your clothes, now fully naked. She tilted her head as she evaluated you, her hand putting away a strand of your hair.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" She whispered and you looked away shyly. Or you tried. She grabbed your chin to make you look up at her. "Don't look away, detka."

Whatever self-assurance you usually had fizzled at the way she handled you, and so you simply nodded.

"For whatever is going to happen tonight, I'll need you to use your words. Got it?" She wanted to make you hers, but she needed to know you would be good too, no matter how heated it got.

At first you nodded again but when she arched an eyebrow, you spoke up. "Yeah, got it."

"Good girl." Those simple words elicited tingles in your core. She climbed on your legs and kissed you again, pushing you down on the bed under her, hands on your shoulders. When you reached to put your hands around her neck, she prevented you from doing so by grabbing your wrist. The way it brought her body that much closer to you, even if she was still fully clothed, made you whimper. "Not yet," she ordered.

"But I want to touch you," you complained.

"Soon. Now be a good girl, and don't move your hands."

You swallowed hard, your throat and mouth dry at the order. Touching your partner has always been something you'd do. "I'll try."

She hummed against your neck and bit your skin before she sucked on it. You moaned and threw your head against the mattress. You had to fight to leave your hands down.

"If you disobey, I'll just tie you up and make you beg for me to fuck you." Your eyes opened at the declaration, and at the way her accent reappeared after years without it. Your fingers twitched at the idea of being at Wanda's complete mercy. Was it want? The wetness that came to top the one already there would have you believe it. You almost wanted to disobey her just to see how it would feel, but the idea of begging her made you stop for now, your pride still on the way. "Is that clear?"

You nodded before you remembered she wanted you to use your words. "Yes, it's clear," you struggled to let out in between small moans as her teeth pulled your skin along your neck and your collarbone, leaving reminders of her passage along the way.

When her mouth reached the peak of your breast, you gasped. Her tongue rolled around one nipple, then the other, sending jolts of electricity along directly between your legs that you pressed together. You needed her to fuck you so badly.

Your hands reached to her back, and when you touched her skin, her eyes immediately shot up to look at you.

"What did I tell you?"

"But– I–" you were starting to have trouble forming thoughts. "I want you to fuck me. Please," you whined.

She arched an eyebrow. "Do you think that because you beg first I won't tie you up?"

"Wanda…"

She straightened up and took off her belt. "Go to the headboard," she ordered, and you found yourself doing just that. She followed. "Hands up against it."

The way she talked to you, all stern orders, made you want to both fight her and surrender, to ask for more tenderness and more control from her all at the same time. You wanted to play too, no matter how badly you wanted to be fucked, so with a smirk you asked "What if I don't do it?"

She climbed back on top of you. "I'll punish you." It was a simple answer that offered worlds of possibilities. It sounded like rules were being laid down in the lull of your first punishment.

"Will we do that again?" You needed to know before you surrendered yourself. And you wanted her to know you wanted to. For a second, she stopped, like she needed to to be able to process your words.

"We will." This made you want to spur onto her to kiss her, but you understood that you were playing other games right now. So instead you brought your hands up next to the headboard, and she rewarded you with the kiss you wanted. "Good girl."

With expert care, she tied you up with her belt. You never felt so exposed and vulnerable, but still confident. Wanda wanted you. She wanted you and you were ready to give yourself to her.

Your first reflex when she finished tying your up was to test the strength of it, pulling on the knots to try and free yourself. The headboard rattled against your attempt but you were truly tied now. Wanda smirked and her hands trailed your body.

"Tsk, already trying to break away?" She shook her head. "I won't let you, you're all mine now."

You stopped fighting and nodded. "Yeah, all yours."

"That's better." Still straddling you around the waist, she leaned back so her hand could reach behind her, finding your folds with ease. Her fingers slid over it, then as she reached the top went between your folds, brushing against your clit and to your hole, making you moan loudly and try to arch - but she had you pinned. "Oh. You're so wet." She brought her fingers to her mouth and you could see the reflection of your wetness even in the low light. She tasted you with an appreciative hum and closed her eyes. It made you grow more desperate. "I love the way you taste."

"Wands…" you whined, and she opened her eyes to look at you. "Please…"

She smirked some more and leaned close to you. Her lips ghosted over yours. "Please what?"

You tried to move under her, to buck to find any point of friction but you couldn't. "I need you to fuck me. Please. Please Wanda." No matter how much you pulled on the belt, you stayed trapped.

"Such a pretty girl, so polite too." She kissed you hard, her tongue whisking yours away in a deep kiss. "Alright."

She stood up and methodically took off her clothes in turn, and all you could do was watch as she revealed her milty skin, and her beautiful breasts. You were mesmerized by her body, your heart beating wildly at the view. God, you hoped to see it so many more times. Finally, she stepped back on the bed and spread your legs until she could kiss inside your thighs, her teeth grazing your skin. Seeing her face between your legs was a dream come true that ignited passions you thought you got over. Clearly not.

She kissed your fold first before she opened it and licked your juices. You moaned at the sweet release the contact gave you, bucking against her. "My, someone is impatient."

Her arms snaked around your legs and one of her hands fell flat on your stomach, keeping you from moving further. She kept going at you after that, her tongue zeroing in on your clit. She licked and sucked, making you moan louder than before, breathing becoming so hard and fast. She still took her time, slowing down when she felt like you were teetering the edge of an orgasm. It was driving you crazy after all the wait you already went through.

Your legs would start to shake, and you would feel the familiar built up inside of you, ready to release, and she would stop, letting you calm down only to bring you back right where you were.

"Wanda, pl– please, I nee– I– I–" you whined with your eyes shut. "I ca– I can't."

You felt her smile against you, and suddenly there were two fingers entering your cunt with no troubles. You would have came right here and there if not for the surprise, and it actually took very little time when she started to pump in and out. At this point, nothing coherent came out of your mouth anymore.

You could feel the heat build up again, your mind blanking, and you almost expected her to stop here and there, but this time she kept going, and as she did, your orgasm came stronger than it ever did, shattering your mind and body.

She held you as you rode your orgasm, her fingers still in you. She kissed your neck, and once your body unclenched from the pleasure she kissed you deeply. You breathed her in before she let you go, and gasped when she finally vacated your insides. She wanted to make you hers again, the way you looked, dazed, breathless, and a thin layer of sweat on your skin, but you looked already too tired after having spent the night outside. So she undid the belt and your arms fell around her.

She cradled you in her arms and you complied, snuggling against her. God, that felt good. Both the sex and the intimacy right after. But you were so tired… and the way Wanda stroke your hair, and rubbed your arm…

You succumbed to sleep in no time.

When you woke up the next morning, Wanda was gone, and next to your bed there was an envelope. You frowned slightly. It had to be what Wanda owed you for last night, but when you opened it, you noticed there was a lot more than you thought. There was enough for the whole night. Including for the sex. You set your jaw.

What the fuck?

#wanda #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #tpyp fic #idk how to tag

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scarletlizzard · 3 months

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OH MY GOSH, AHHHHH!!! 500 FOLLOWERS!!! IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!

I love the list you posted btw. I picked two because I thought they went well together ☺️

72 and 45:

Wanda: "Oh my god, are you okay?"

R: "Yeah I'm fine, I've been stabbed before."

Wanda: "I'm going to fucking kill them."

72 & 45

104 Dilogue Prompts

Pairing: wanda x reader (don't think pronouns are mentioned)

Tags: little violence, reader gets stabbed, mentions of a gun, fluff honestly

A/n: Thank you so much!! 🥹 and thank you for requesting! I love hearing from yall 💞

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The mission was going great.

They didn't always, and the fact that Steve paired you up with Wanda was making it all the better. Your goal, get to the lower levels where the servers are located to retrieve the data needed. Wandas goal, get you there safely. You were an asset to the team for sure, with your smarts and spy skills, but sometimes the occasion called for a little magical touch. You couldn't have been more grateful this was an occasion.

The two of you were currently waiting on one of the upper levels of the building, waiting on Steve or Natashas signal to continue down.

You glimpse at Wanda again as she leans against the wall across from you. Her red locks flow past her shoulders, red suit hugging her curves as she twists a ring on her finger.

"I'm glad Steve paired us up, by the way," you say quietly with a smile on your face. Wanda doesn't miss the glint in your eye as she looks up to meet your gaze.

"Well, someone had to babysit, right?" She says playfully, a smirk on her lips. Your lips part as you gasp and stand straight from your previous leaning position.

"I-what-babysit?" The words spill out all together as you look at her in offense. "I'll have you know I am a decorated international spy. I may not be a-a black widow or have magic fingers, but I assure you I don't need a babysitter!" You huff as you step up to her, ego calming as she stands straight, looking down at you.

"Magic fingers?" Wanda chuckles, and your cheeks burn.

"You know what I meant," you mumble and cross your arms. She steps closer, now invading your personal space.

"Are you talking about my powers or the magic that had you in my bed screa-"

You put your hand over her mouth, stopping her from finishing her sentence. She lifts her hands in defense as you glare at her with a red face.

Before either of you can say another word, Natashas voice call over the comms.

"Head down, Wanda, be ready. They're waiting for you guys," she warns. The two of you look at each other with a nod, both of you attempting to be serious. You make your way lower, coming across a set of double doors.

"Ready?" Wanda asks, her fingers twitching as she forms red orbs of energy in her hands. You nod, pulling out your pistol in one hand and a small knife in the other.

Wanda sends a blast through the doors, opening them up and revealing a group of the enemies that had, in fact, been waiting. She's quick to send another few blasts, scattering them about the large room as the two of you begin to fight.

"Babysitter..." You mumble to yourself, shaking your head as you take down an agent. You look over at Wanda to see she's taken out half the group. Okay, so maybe it wasn't bad she was here. You, not so easily, fight with another and lose your pistol in the process. But as you land another punch, he falls to the ground.

"See that?" You breathe out as you look to Wanda, who gracefully fought the last three at the same time. "I can take care of myself!" You say with a huff and lean down to grab the fallen gun.

As you do, you feel yourself being grabbed from behind. An excruciatingly sharp pain resonates from the side of your abdomen and you let out a, "Fuck!" When the agent removes the blade they stuck in you. You raise your hand across your body, pointing the gun behind you.

The bullet only grazes them, and they run through the set of double doors as soon as Wanda turned her head in your direction.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" She asks with worried eyes. A shaky hand rests on your face as she watches blood spill through your shirt. Your hand covers the gash to apply pressure, a wince leaving your lips.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I've been stabbed before," you say with a casual tone, trying to act as if the wound throbbing with pain wasn't enough to take you to your knees.

Wandas eyes burn red, an anger behind her eyes you had never seen before.

"I'm going to fucking kill them," she spits out, malice behind her words. Before she can walk away your hand reaches out to grab her wrist, stopping her.

"Wanda... don't leave me," you say softly, your touch and now gentle tone enough to calm her down only a little. She takes a deep breath, her hands still shaking with anger, but nods.

"Alright, alright, come here," she sighs softly and kisses your cheek before letting you lean on her for support as you make your way down. "We'll get you out of here and then I'm going to fucking kill them."

You chuckle a little at her reaction, face heating again just like earlier. You could see it written on her face, the way her jaw was tensed and the fire burning behind her eyes, that she wasn't lying.

"Did you see those guys I took out?" You ask, trying to lighten her mood. Wanda can't help but smile at you, both of you knowing she had fully taken on the group of them.

"They looked pretty rough, detka.. not sure why Steve and Nat thought you needed help," She says knowingly.

When she did return, it was with crimson splattered across the front of her suit and a smile on her face. You didn't say a word, only giving her a kiss and letting her wrap her arms around you.

You nod in approval, letting her stop to pick you up and carry you the rest of the way. Not that you needed it, but you weren't going to deny being in the arms of Wanda, and she wasn't going to let another person lay their hands on you again. As soon as you were safe with Natasha, Wanda disappeared.

#marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #short one shot #wanda x you #wanda x fem!reader #wanda x gn!reader

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blushblushheadcanons · 3 years

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♡ Nimh, Volks & Kelby Yandere Headcanons ♡

TW: emotional/mental manipulation and abuse, borderline physical abuse, mentions of self-harm, this is a yandere post idk what else yall expect just be careful reading it ty

Nimh

oh god get ready for a lot of emotional manipulation

He doesn't mean to, he just honestly believes he can't live without you

Not above hurting himself if it means you feel pity for him and stay by his side out of guilt

Doesn't know what privacy means

What do you mean you want time alone? ... do you not like him anymore? please he'll do whatever it takes, please don't leave, he's sorry if he did something to upset you he promises he didn't mean to just please-

If you do manage to leave his side, he literally won't stop messaging you. It gets more and more desperate the longer you're away

"I miss you <3" "Are you coming home soon?" "It gets really lonely without you here" "I should've just tagged along" "Y/N please" "I can't stand this anymore please please just come home", 26 missed calls.

Other than that he's pretty passive. Not really a conflict guy so hurting or killing the people you're close to won't be something you have to worry about (though the thoughts of it do appear every now and then)

On the other hand, hurting you is something that never even crossed his mind. He'd never do anything to you out of malice, no matter how bad he might feel

He makes you really question your sanity

You have a feelings something's wrong, seriously wrong, but it's Nimh! He's so nice! He couldn't do anything bad to you

...Right?

Danger level: 2/10

Volks

Hates hates hates when he sees you talking to someone else. It gets his blood boiling

Friends, family, doesn't matter. Why are you paying attention to them and not him?

Any guy he sees as a rival (so like... any guy that literally just looks at you) is probably getting their ass beat

I don't think he would actually kill someone

That said, it doens't mean he wouldn't beat them within an inch of their life

He does it in the most painful way he can think of, too. Wouldn't be surprised if the person would actually wish he just killed them already

If you also like girls, he wouldn't get physically aggressive, settling for just threatening them into leaving you alone instead

Wants to know where you're going, with who and exactly when you'll be back

Take 2 minutes more than you told him you would and he's already texting and calling you nonstop

"Where the fuck are you?" "What's taking so long?" "Stay right were you are, I'm coming to pick you up"

Wouldn't physically hurt you, but unconciously makes you afraid that he will because of his temper and behavior

Punching the wall right beside your head, throwing things around, trapping you in a corner while screaming at you

Feels extremely guilty when he sees you flinching

Holds you close (whether you want it or not) and promises you he would never do anything to hurt you

Even if he can't emotionally manipulate you into forgiving him, you're still too afraid to actually breakup with him

God knows what he'll do to you

Danger level: 8/10

Kelby

Dont make me do this to my boy

* sigh * okay, here we go

Your approval is literally everything to him

Absolutely humiliates himself if that means he'll get you to laugh at his stupid quips

Such a showoff if you decide to watch one of his games. That actually makes him mess up a lot since he's more focused on you than anything else

Very self deprecating so that you'll compliment him

Treasures anything that you give him like it's the best gift he ever got, no matter what it is

Honestly I can see him having kind of a shrine of you in his room, with every gift you gave him and a few photos of you two (and some he took while you weren't looking. He feels extremely guilty but can't seem to throw them away.)

He refuses to call it that, the thought making him feel like a creep. It's just easier to pile up your things in a specific spot rather than having them splattered around his room. Yup. That's all there is to it.

While he's normally rather self assured, it all goes down the drain once he starts having feelings for you, becoming painfully aware of every flaw he has

Would change literally everything about him if he thinks that it would get you to like him more

Doesn't think about hurting you or anyone around you. He doesn't really get jealous, more so self concious, like he's not good enough for you

After all he's just a stupid, good-for-nothing moron. Why would you be with him? You deserve so much better

Oh, you don't think so? Then convince him of it.

Danger level: 1/10

#blush blush #blush blush game #blush blush x reader #blush blush game x reader #blush blush nimh x reader #blush blush volks x reader #blush blush kelby x reader #blush blush headcanons #blush blush game headcanons #ray.writes

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triptuckers · 3 years

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Honesty - Kaz Brekker x reader

Request: oh hell yea "I saw we could send in requests which you don’t need to tell me twice bc I have some things in mind if that’s okay? I had an idea for a Kaz x female reader where he’s had feelings for you for the longest time but has never acted upon those feelings due to his trauma. Until one day something doesn’t go as planned during a Dregs job because his thoughts are with you and he lost his focus for just a moment. This is the moment he realises he has to talk to you about his crush on you but when he looks for you he notices you somewhere secluded in the arms of Jesper making out. How would he react to the fact that the girl he has had feelings for has been secretly dating his right hand? Lots of angst if that’s okay? 😬" Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader (plus some slight Jesper x reader) Summary: When Kaz finally figures out his feelings for you, and wants to tell you about it, he finds something he wasn't prepared to see Warnings: angst oh god so. much. angst. let's see what else uhh mentions of violence, bruises, language, kaz being a lil jealous jerk Word count: 2.6K A/N: this is the one yall I got this request and HA I was so ready to write some heartbreaking angst, get ready for this one (also I wasnt sure if I had to tag this as kaz x reader of jesper x reader, but as you can see I went with kaz) TAG LIST (grishaverse): @ayushmitadutta @mrs-brekker15 @dancingwith-sunflowers @thegirlwiththeimpala @parker-natasha @story-scribbler @romanoffstarkovs @daliareads @meiitanoia @itsnotquimey @sanktaesperanza @whymyparentscheckmyphone @aleksanderwh0r3 @ilovemarvelanne1 @marlenaisnthappy TAG LIST (Kaz Brekker): @mufnasa @Janesofia7 @stairscortana add yourself to my tag lists here

Because it was a one-person kind of job and it involved picking quite a few locks, Kaz told the crows to take the night off, while he took care of it.

Given that it was very rare for Kaz to tell you all that you could have the night off, neither of you was stupid enough to question it. Instead, you all wished him good luck and took off to do all those things you normally missed out on when you were away on a job.

Everyone trusted Kaz to be able to handle a simple job on his own. You'd spend enough time with him to know he'd be alright.

And he was.

It was indeed a simple job, all Kaz had to do was sneak into a merchant's home, pick the lock of the safe in the office, steal an important contract between two merchants, and get out.

Part of him liked the solitude of wandering around a big house in the dark. But another part of him wished you'd be there with him. Kaz had shook his head to get you out of his mind, and continued to do the thing he needed to do.

After successfully completing the job and getting the contract he needed, Kaz is standing in front of a closed door, listening for any sounds in the hallway on the other side of the door.

His minds wanders off to you again.

You'd wished him good luck before he walked out the door, and you'd given him one of you signature smiles. Saints, he loved your smile.

He was sure you could fix anything, all you had to do was smile at him. You comforted him in so many ways, and you probably had no idea. Though you could figure it out if you sensed something was going on.

The clues were all right there, all you had to do was find out all the times he asked for you help were all just excuses to be able to spend more time with you.

It was stupid, really. He would invite you up to his office to go over plans for a job, even though he had figured it all out already. He'd pair the two of you on jobs. He did anything to be able to spend time with you.

A cloud slowly moves through the night sky, allowing the moon to illuminate the room. The sudden light abruptly brings Kaz back to reality.

He'd been standing in front of the door for way too long, just thinking about you. He curses himself for losing his focus. For allowing himself to get so lost in his thoughts on you.

Kaz really needs to do something about it. It's almost embarrassing how starstruck he is by you. And he really can't have you distract him on a job like that again, even if you're not in the room with him.

After listening again for sounds in the hallway, Kaz slowly pushes the door open. Upon discovering the hallway is empty, he steps out of the office and makes his way to the front door of the house.

All the way back to the Slat, he's thinking of ways on how to tell you. He's never been really good at talking about his feelings. And he wants to make sure he tells you the right thing. The last thing he wants is to stutter to try and find the words to say to you.

Eventually, he settles on just getting you alone first. He'll figure out what to say after that.

The walk to the Slat takes a while, given that the Barrel is on the other side of Ketterdam. His leg starts to ache but he ignores it, he'd endured worse.

When he finally sees the Slat in the distance, he notices there are still some lights burning. The window of your room is dark. Kaz hopes you're just sitting downstairs.

But when he enters the kitchen, it's nearly empty. Except for Nina, who is sitting there having a cup of tea before bed.

'Hey!' she says. 'How'd it go?'

In response, Kaz shows her the folded piece of paper.

Nina grins. 'Told you it would be an easy job for you.' she says.

'It was.' says Kaz. 'Have you seen Y/N?'

To his surprise, Nina starts smirking.

'Oh yeah, I've seen Y/N.' says Nina. 'She went out back a while ago.'

Kaz moves to walk to the back door but Nina speaks up again.

'Kaz, I wouldn't do that if I were you.' says Nina. 'I don't think she wants anyone to see her.'

He gives her a confused look, not noticing the playful look in Nina's eyes. He then starts to worry about you. Did something happen to you? Why didn't you want anyone to see you?

Kaz quickly walks to the door and opens it, ignoring Nina who yells at him not to do so. He abruptly freezes in the doorway.

You're indeed there, but you're not alone. A tall figure, who Kaz quickly identifies as Jesper, has you pinned to the wall of the alley.

Aside from the street lamp, it's completely dark. It's hard to tell which limps belong to you and which ones belong to Jesper.

Kaz just stands there, rooted to the spot. He can't move. He just stands there, watching the girl he fell in love with kiss another man. And it's not just any other man, it's Jesper.

The cheerful sharpshooter who had been his right hand for so long. He'd been by Kaz' side for years, joining the Dregs just shortly after you had. Jesper had managed to save Kaz a number of times with his quick shooting. And now he's standing there, kissing you.

Kaz feels sick, like he's going to throw up. Like the air got knocked out of his lungs all at once. The world is spinning. This must be some bad dream, he was asleep and this is a nightmare, it isn't real.

But then you finally seem to notice something is going on.

You pull away from Jesper and look past his arm, to see Kaz standing there with a bewildered look on his face.

'Kaz?' you say, not letting go of Jesper. 'Are you alright? Did something happen on the job?'

Jesper turns around as well now, curiously looking at Kaz.

Instead of looking at you and answering you, Kaz turns his attention to Jesper. The sick feeling in his stomach fades away and gets replaced by anger. Jesper had the guts to kiss you, his girl.

Rage takes over, the same kind of rage that had gotten him the name Dirtyhands. It flashes like a red light in front of his eyes. Without wasting another second, Kaz raises his cane and jabs one of Jesper's legs, sending him to the ground.

'What the fuck, Kaz!' you yell at him.

You rush over to Jesper's side, but Kaz roughly shoves you away with his cane, kneeling next to the taller boy. He angrily looks at him, gritting his teeth.

'You don't get to kiss her just because I can't.' says Kaz in a low voice.

Both you and Jesper look confused, having no clue wat Kaz is talking about.

'Saints, what on earth are you talking about?' says Jesper, rubbing the sore spot on his leg.

'She belongs with me, and you can't kiss her because I can't- because I won't- I forbid you from it.' says Kaz.

You look at Kaz, not believing what you're hearing. You'd never seen him like this, so angry, so full of rage. And you'd never seen him use his cane to hurt his crows before.

'I don't know what the fuck you are talking about.' says Jesper. 'But I'd appreciate it if next time, you'd say something instead of using that damned cane of yours. Now if you could excuse us, we went out back to have some privacy.'

Kaz' eyes widen in anger and you watch in horror as he raises a fist and swings it down, hitting Jesper's cheek hard. Before he can strike again, you catch a hold of Kaz' arm and drag him away from Jesper.

You drag him all the way back through the door and into the kitchen. Nina looks up, probably having heard something was going on. It takes one look from you for her to hurry up the stairs, leaving you alone.

You take Kaz over to one of the tables and roughly push him into a chair.

'Stay here.' you say as you glare at him.

Kaz, a feeling of numbness washing over him, doesn't protest.

You walk out the door again and he can hear you softly talking to Jesper. A while later, you and Jesper walk into the kitchen. Kaz sees a bruise is already forming on Jesper's cheek, right where he hit him.

Jesper looks at Kaz with a mixed expression of pain and confusion on his face.

You find some ice and put it on Jesper's cheek.

'Keep that on there.' you tell him. 'Go upstairs, I'll come to your room in a second. I have to talk to Kaz first.'

Jesper nods and as soon as he's out the door, you furiously turn to Kaz.

'You're going to tell me what the fuck that was about right now. No lies, no excuses, you're going to tell me the truth. Now.' you say, dragging out a chair and sitting down in front of Kaz.

'You don't get to kiss her because I can't?' you say, repeating the words he said earlier. 'What the hell was all that about?'

Normally, Kaz knows exactly what to say. All the time. He's always got an answer ready. But whenever it's just the two of you, it's like he forgets how to talk.

'Well?' you press on. 'Say something, for Saints sake!'

When he still doesn't say something, you slam your hand down on the table, and Kaz flinches slightly. You never got this angry.

'I don't want to see Jesper kissing you because I want to do that. That should have been me.' says Kaz.

'Well you can't even take your damn gloves off, did you really think you'd be able to kiss me?' you say in a cold voice.

'With time, maybe.' says Kaz.

You sigh and softly shake your head. You've been part of the Dregs for years. You care a lot about Kaz. But the bond you have with him is just not a romantic one. Apparently, Kaz didn't think so.

'You fucking hit Jesper.' you say, your voice less loud. 'He's going to have a bruise on his cheek.'

'I was angry.' is all Kaz says.

'Clearly.' you say. 'You need to apologise to him.'

Kaz looks at you. 'Yes, Kaz, you have to say you're sorry.' you say.

When Kaz gets up, you stop him.

'Not now.' you say. 'He doesn't want to see you.'

Kaz sits back down again and starts to avoid your gaze. After sitting in silence for a while, you sigh.

'Why'd you have to do it?' you wonder out loud.

'I don't know.' says Kaz. 'Just- seeing someone else kiss you like that, it made me so angry. Like something snapped inside of me.'

'If your really feel the way you say you feel about me, why didn't you say something sooner?' you say.

'I was scared.' admits Kaz. 'That you wouldn't have me because I wouldn't be able to kiss you, to touch you.'

'Physical affection isn't the only thing in a relationship.' you say.

'I know, I know, I just-' 'Kaz.'

He finally looks at you and you can see he's hurt. But you'd rather tell him the truth than lie to protect his feelings.

'Even if you would be able to touch me, a relationship would have never worked. Not for me, at least. I'm sorry, Kaz, I'm not going to sugarcoat it.' you say. 'I love you and I care about you, but not like that. I'm in love with Jesper. We didn't tell you or the other crows because if word gets out, people will see it as one of our weaknesses. I don't want to know what they'd do to get to me, or to get to Jesper.'

You look at Kaz, scanning his face for a reaction. He's letting your words sink in, thinking about them.

'Look, Kaz, I'm sorry. I'd rather tell you the truth than lie to make you feel better. I love Jesper, and right now, I have no intention at all of breaking up with him. You're going to have to find a way to deal with that.' you say and you get up.

'Apologise to him tomorrow, I'll talk to him.' you say. 'And next time, use your words. Not your cane or your fists.'

Kaz watches as you walk toward the stairs, to get to Jesper's room. He watches you as you disappear out of his line of sight. Regret starts to set in. He shouldn't have hit Jesper. He just felt so angry when he saw you with someone else.

You love Jesper, and there's nothing he can do about it. Right now, all he could do was sit in silence, getting lost in his thoughts wondering about what could have been if he had only talked to you sooner.

Meanwhile, you have reached Jesper's room. You knock and open the door, finding Jesper sitting on the bed. He's still got the ice pressed against his cheek.

'Hey.' you say as you walk up to him. Jesper briefly smiles at you but winches immediately at the movement. You sit down next to him and carefully take his hand in yours so you could remove the ice and take a look at his cheek.

Indeed, the skin of his cheek is red, a bruise forming. You lean in to softly press a kiss to his cheek before putting the ice back in place.

'What did Kaz have to say?' says Jesper.

'Um, that he has feelings for me. And that seeing you kiss me just made him angry. That's why he hit you.' you say.

'Should've used his words instead.' mumbles Jesper.

'That's what I told him.' you say. 'But I also told him to find a way to deal with it, because I am not going to break up with you.'

At your words, Jesper smiles. 'Thanks for kissing my war injury better.' he says, making you chuckle. 'I love you.'

'Love you too, Jes.' you say. You smile and get up to go and get ready for bed.

Little did you know that Kaz was standing right outside the door. He'd stopped there on his way to his room on the top floor. The three words you spoke to Jesper stung in his chest.

He'd give anything to hear you say those words to him. But you had made it clear that wasn't going to happen. Eventually, Kaz would have to find a way to deal with it.

After all, both you and Jesper are two of his most valuable and skilled crows. He couldn't just dismiss you because you love each other.

He'd find a way to deal with it. But not tonight. For tonight, he settles for going to his room and opening a bottle of kvas instead.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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thecomfywriter · 3 years

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Writing Action Scenes

Okay, listen…

I did not expect to go on such a long hiatus. It kind of just happened, LOL. If you sent me a message or tagged me in something and it seems like I’ve ghosted you— I haven’t. I’m really sorry. I’ll get to it, especially now since my school year is almost over (in like, a week). Anyways— HELLO! It’s your girl— @thecomfywriter — back again with another long overdue post. But let’s just ignore that and move onto today’s topic. Tips on things that have helped me write battle scenes! If yall have your own suggestions and helpful ideas, lmk because I’m always down to improve myself as well, especially since now that the summer is here, it’s 3-7 hours a day writing shifts. I’ve been looking forward to this. ALSO, while we’re here, I was thinking I might start writing a side wip on tumblr. Should I? I dunno. Anyways, here are my socials:

Insta: @tovwriter

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Wattpad: @gkm075

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And without further ado, let’s get into today’s post.

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Writing action scenes that flow well while also having that pace and energy that keeps the readers invested is hard, no doubt. But, through trial and error, here are a couple of things that have helped make the process a bit easier and a lot more organized for me.

Know the Type of Action:

What do I mean by this? Basically, what kind of fight are your characters having and why? Highlighting the purpose of the fight can help you discover what strategy (if any at all) your characters are using. For example, there is a difference in pace, style, strategy, and emotions during a street confrontational fight versus a battle. Similarly, if the characters have come to the battlefield as a smaller fight to a bigger war, they would have a lot more cohesive and strategic approach to their action than if they were, for example, ambushed by the enemy. Or what if they were the one doing the ambushing? A sneak attack? A siege? The tone of your writing changes a lot depending on your character’s purpose and what type of action they are engaging in to fulfil that purpose.

Creating a Cast of Characters:

This can be really helpful in keeping track of who is involved in this battle and why there are there. It helps ground your story in a more continuous narrative if the readers are able to follow who is who and how they fit into the scene rather than if they suddenly pop up and no one know why they’re there. Consider also adding in brackets or bullet points under each character their fighting style, possible weapons of choice, strengths and weaknesses. It really helps as a reference in case you need to add a bit of dramatics to the fight by injuring them based off a predefined weakness, or maintain consistency in their skills (avoiding the they’re good at everything ditch)

Map it Out:

This really helped me personally, since visuals help me keep track of things a lot better. Creating a map for your playing field can not only help you understand the geography (which can help with realism, grounding the story in reality, using strategic advantages based off the environment) but also help you keep track of where everyone is and what is happening when and where during each part of the fight. It’s the holy grail organizer for me. I use crosses to indicate where the character started in the fight and use dotted lines to show where they move, adding little notes on the side why they did that and how they are using their environment + strengths to their advantage, what occurs in that location, etc. Each character is a different ink on my map, and overall, this is the tip I recommend the most.

Outlining Key Events:

You really can’t go wrong with this one. If all else fails, writing a heading of what you want to have accomplished in this action scene can help you narrow it down to what is necessary to keep, and what is slowing down the pace of the scene. Under each heading, you can add a bullet point on how to get to that key event and who is involved. The outline is essentially your skeleton on how to navigate the battle

Consider Fighting Techniques + Technology:

Different civilizations, time periods, age demographics, cultural contexts have different fighting techniques and technology that they use to aid them during action scenes. Also using the context of the severity + planning of the action scene is important when considering this point. For example, a random confrontation probably won’t have a practiced, strong fighting technique, and they probably won’t have advanced fighting technology on hand. Maybe they have a knife or brass knuckles, but the rest comes down to do as much damage as possible while sustaining as little injuries as possible. Meanwhile, in an organized confrontation, maybe they bring the entire crew with them and all their metal bats and crowbars, and they as a group are ready to do damage. That type of technology is a lot different than long distance fighting techniques and technology, such as archers at a high vantage point covered by shields, walls of a castle, or archer towers. Maybe they peek through slitted windows, maybe this civilization has special viewing eyeglasses they can use to aim. Be creative with it!

Okay, so that’s all folks. Thanks for sticking around. And if you did try to interact with me while I was on hiatus, sorry again! I WILL respond, tonight or tomorrow. Take care!

Happy Writing :)

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theepisceswriter · 3 years

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Hii if you’re take request at the moment, may I request NSFW hcs with Jean with a black s/o? (She/her)

Yea bestie, anything for you and my black beauties *does a cartwheel and kisses you* 🤸‍♀️😚

TW: Spicy headcanons underneath the tag, typos probably bc yall already know I don’t like proofreading, black fem!reader duh, MINORS DNI or I’ll bite your ankles repeatedly

First off, Jean absolutely would “Teach me how to braid 🥺” or “I’ll come help you take down your box braids ☺️” his way into some coochie.

Always having you put your fingers in his hair as an excuse for physical contact with you because he’s that thirsty or playing with your braids, with your consent of course. Once you finally give in and agree on braiding his hair for him he’s jumping from wall to wall, giddy as hell, and bragging to everyone about how “Y/n is going to braid my hair today and have me looking real nice the next time you guys see me!”

He shows up to your house eager and ready to go with just his own comb and no products or anything because he wants you to use what you use in your hair on him because, and I quote, “I want to smell good like you always do. Use that moisturizer and edge control that you use in your hair that smells like coco.” Knowing damn well he has Caucasian hair and doesn’t need it, but you still follow his requests because you don’t have time for Jean and his antics if you don’t.

And, surprisingly, he was honestly looking to get his hair braided because he sat there between your thighs while you put his hair in neat French braids going to the back, but he was also there to get freaky with you and from the way he kept rubbing his hands on your calves and squeezing handfuls of your thighs every other braid; you already knew what was up. Not just that, but he kept sneaking quick pecks on your legs and complimenting you on your strawberry legs. You were just waiting on him to make the first move and it took you braiding his whole head before he finally decided to get bold and turn around to face you while still in between your thighs.

“You did such a good job. I don’t think money would even cover the cost. Let me repay you in a real good way.” He’d say while peppering the insides of your thighs with kisses and even getting bold enough to lick the crease separating your cunt from your thighs through the thin fabric of your pajama pants. It takes everything in him not to rip them off of you and instead push you back on your bed to (boringly) pull them down your legs.

Keeps complimenting your skin color by saying stuff like “The color of your underwear was made just for your complexion because damn you look gorgeous all splayed out like this with your legs open just for me.” You would think he would move your panties to the side and just go to work from the way he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you, but no.

He’s going to tease the hell out of you for making him wait so long; licking your clit through your underwear, teasingly running his finger along the edge of the fabric covering your cunt, and even smacking it a few times which was an otherworldly mix of sensations for you. It takes broken begs leaving your lips and you moving his head closer between your thighs for him to finally give in, and even then he doesn’t give you his mouth. He’s plunging two fingers inside of you and using two fingers to rub at your clit simultaneously and you swear you’ve never felt better.

He’s just looking at you from above with a smug expression on his lips and silently thanking the sun and sweat on your body for making your skin glistening the way it is right now. You look so good that he can’t resist you anymore. He doesn’t care that you were close to your orgasm or about the curses and playful hits you send his way because his erect throbbing and aching cock slipping into you off guard is enough to shut your bickering up immediately.

“Feel so fucking good around my cock. The tightest pussy I’ve ever had.” “If I knew you were going to feel this good I would’ve fucked you out a lot sooner.” “You look so pretty fucked out against the bed like this for me, baby. You’ve been waiting for this as long as I have, huh? Don’t worry, I’m going to make up for that tonight.” God, just praises after praise after dirty talk leaves this man lips.

And he wasn’t lying when he said he was going to make up for all the lost fucking between you two because he went all out. Had you in a new position every 10 mins hitting a spot inside of you that you didn’t even know could feel so good, coaxing you through each of your orgasms with his dirty talk.

At one point he had you in doggy style with your back pressed against his chest while he pounded into so hard to the point where every word or moan that left your lips came out in a vibration. Jean-boy is a hair puller, both a giver and receiver, so he thought it would be nice to pull your hair to get your head closer to his, but homebody accidentally shifted your lace a little bit. It’s okay though because immediately he was concerned and offered to buy you a new one if he messed it up too bad! It was definitely a laughing moment for you, but he was so serious and scared that he messed up your hair.

He’s such a gentleman once your whole fuck fest is over too. He doesn’t leave immediately like you expected too, but stays behind in bed with you while holding his arms until he’s replenished enough to get up and go home.

“Do you need some water? Your bonnet? A scarf? I’ll get up and get it for you if you need me too. You probably won’t be able to walk for like the next 30 minutes, heh.” “I hope I didn’t mess up my braids. I’d be devastated if I messed up something you spent so long doing.” So sweet, definitely making it a mission to braid his hair at least once a month.

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claymorexpunisher · 3 years

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So. I've never written for any of the members of BC before. I think this could've been longer and maybe ill add to it later. But for now I'm pretty happy with it, and I hope yall like it too!

Niko x Joel x Female Reader:

tags: 18+, threesome, oral sex, lil name calling, light choking (if there are anymore tags I should add, please let me know.)

‘’Ill ask her, okay? And if she says no, we don’t need to mention this ever again. I can’t just say ‘hey, babe! Joel wants to know if you’d be up for fucking us both at the same time!’ now can i?!’’ I heard my boyfriend, Niko quietly whisper to Joel.

Joel had been coming over to Niko and I’s tour bus and they had been whispering amongst themselves for weeks now.

This was enough for me to finally confront them both.

‘’Why can’t you, Niko?’’ I asked him, walking further into the sitting area, and making my presence known.

I crossed my arms, watching them both jump away from one another as if I had just caught them doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing, and I couldn’t but chuckle.

‘’Relax, boys. You’re not in trouble,’’ I giggled, coming to sit in between them on the semi-long couch that ran along the walls of the tour bus.

‘’Let’s just cut to the chase here, boys. There’s a giant bed in this tour bus that’s big enough for the three of us. Sooo, why not put it to good use?’’ I smirked, watching them both go slightly slack-jawed at my words.

I felt pleased with myself when I heard Joel let out a soft ‘’holy shit…’’ to Niko as I lead them by the hand toward the bed at the back of the tour bus.

Letting go of their hands, I began to peel my clothes off and tossed it on the floor haphazardly, then I got onto the bed, facing them as they stood side by side at the end of the bed.

I reveled in watching Joel’s adam’s apple bob in his throat as I slowly trailed my hands over the bulges in his and Niko’s pants and gave them a firm squeeze.

‘’What’s the matter? You’re not changing your minds, are you? - I mean, it’s okay if you are- ‘’ I smiled as both men hurried to argue.

‘’No, please… keep going.’’ Joel practically, hissing as I took his cock out of his pants and firmly stroked him.

I gave Niko the same treatment before finally taking him into my mouth.

I gagged for a second before gathering my bearings and breathing through my nose to take him further into my mouth.

Without warning, Joel brought his palm down hard on my ass and I let out a needy muffled whine around Niko’s cock in reply.

I watched Niko and Joel’s entire demeanor change at that, and I could see that Niko especially was filing my response away in his mind.

‘’Oh, she’s a needy little slut, hm?’’ I heard Joel chuckle, his voice sounding deeper as he spoke Finnish.

The mere sound coupled with his words had me bringing my hand between my legs in a heartbeat and I eagerly grinded against fingers.

I took my mouth off of Niko and brought Joel into my mouth this time and I bobbed my head up and down, swallowing every so often and pulling harsh groans out of Joel.

I could’ve sucked them both off all day and night, but I wanted more.

‘’Cmon. Get on this bed and fuck me already.’’ I demanded, licking my lips as I pulled my mouth away from Joel.

I heard Joel chuckle and my eyes widened as he cupped my chin roughly, making me look into his lust-filled eyes.

‘’You think you’re in charge… sweet princess…’’ he cooed, before he commanded me to lay flat on my back on the bed.

I did so without question, my chest heaving as I waited for their next move.

I wasn’t disappointed as Joel sat between my legs and gripped the base of his cock and brought the head to my entrance.

‘’Are you ready?’’ Joel taunted me, sliding his cock up and down my soaking wet slit and laughing as I replied with an eager nod.

I didn’t care that we hadn’t bothered to even mention any kind of protection.

I moaned at the feeling of Joel teasing my slit, and it was only heightened as Niko wrapped his lightly around my throat.

I didn’t need either of them get me ready, but I wasn’t about to complain.

As Joel held down my hips and Niko held my wrists above my head, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere for the time being.

I could only speak in loud moans and whimpers as Joel began fucking me and Niko’s lips wandered from my ear to my neck, and down to my breasts.

Niko’s arousal was palpable as he watched and heard me lose myself as his friend pounded into me and I brought him into searing hot kiss.

Niko’s lips were heated and possessive against mine, and he moaned as I lightly sucked on his tongue.

I quickly pulled away from the kiss and let out a surprised squeal as Joel’s began rubbing my clit as he continued to fuck me and I looked at his smiling face.

‘’You were not paying attention to me,’’ Joel said, raising a brow with a wicked glint in his eye.

‘’Does that feel good, kultaseni?... so much better than Niko, right?’’ he said, smirking at me, knowing he was being a little shit.

I giggled as I heard Niko mutter a ‘’ Hey… I’ll show you who is better later.’’ to me.

And I believed him…

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laketaj24 · 4 years

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Chris Evans: Kink Alphabet

Author’s Note: I wanted to post more during my vacation, but I was literally busy every day! I did, however, get this, and another work is done! I hope you like it! This tag list is short and it is open, hit the ask or below if you are interested; I tagged some forevers. If you would like to be added or removed, let me know! I found these gifs via Pinterest search!

Warnings: All Smut below the CUT.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

A – Anal

Yes. But it always happens spontaneously with Chris, and you still love it. You’d be snuggled up on the couch with him. His cock throbbing against the hem of your short shorts, and there would be no way you say no. Chris likes to take things slow when going through the backdoor, though. He’d know precisely how to work you up, starting with your clit all the way to the pillowed entrance of your throbbing pussy. It wouldn’t take too much to get you to say yes to it, and the pressure of him sinking into your ass would be enough to forget whatever you two were watching anyhow.

B – Bondage

Bondage for Chris would be the sporadic, occasional incidents, like being stuck on an elevator, and all he has is a tie – he’d definitely use the time to tie you up. He’d bend you over and use the secure knot to hold your hands while he guided you back to him.

C – Creampie

All for it likes to watch them drip from you—literally gets him ready to start right over again.

D – Deepthroating

You’re talented at this, so not taking advantage of your skills would be rude of him, and therefore he makes sure he does every chance he gets. He’d have his fingers laced in your hair as he guided you down the shaft of his cock, making sure you took in every inch until hit the back of your throat. When you gagged, it’d only make him harder, make him want to fuck your throat deeper. But he knows precisely when you’ve had enough, which when you’ve drunk every little ounce of his cum.

E – Exhibitionism

He wouldn’t be into other people watching him fuck you, but he would film the two of you just so you could watch later. Posted up in the bed watching the way he made you arch your back for him and call him daddy every time he fucked you good. Your face would be red, but it’d only end up in another fucking session, which is… grade A aight… let’s face it.

F – Fingering

Of fucking course, Chris is talented with his fingers, but he prefers to use his mouth. He’d use his fingers to get you warmed up, though, even allowing them to ride them while you’re stuck in traffic, biting your lip and trying not to cry out too loud. He knows how to fuck you right just by the curve of his fingers and the way he demands that you cum when he thrust into you.

G – Gags

Chris has some tricks up his sleeve, this isn’t one. He prefers you screaming his name, and the only time he really gagged you is when you two slipped away in his parents’ house and fucked in that closet.

H – Hair

He knows that you don’t like people in your hair, particularly when it’s freshly done, but it doesn’t stop him from gripping it when you two are in bed. Mr. Evans can’t seem to control himself when you ride him, bucking your hips on him as if he was a stallion. He’d try to control you, pulling you to him by your curls and then kissing you.

I – Intimacy

This is his specialty, but who’s surprised? Right… He’s down for some intimacy, and he knows just when to bring it out, making sure you feel worshipped like the goddess that you are; he’d kiss every curve of your body, idolizing you while he gave you deep strokes. The slower fuck, the better for him; he liked it when he could lay inside you and feel your warmth enveloped around his dick. All perks for him.

J – Jizz

He’d rather cum inside of you, either it’s your mouth or pussy, but if he can’t, he’d be a gentleman coming in ribbons on your stomach, gently wiping it off afterward.

K – Kneel

The only person kneeling is Chris, he can’t get enough of the taste of your pussy, and unlike most men, he doesn’t prefer you lying on your back. He wants you to ride his face. He’s even been known to catch at the door when you get home from work, lifting your skirt while you’re standing in the high heel and kneel… just so you can take a seat on and let him eat

L – Love

He’s professing every fucking day, but when he’s deep in your pussy, and he wants to get fucking deeper, he can’t stop saying it. “I fucking love you, shit, I love you.”

M - Multiple orgasms

They are always coming- pun intended. Chris would be embarrassed if he only made you cum once. His whole plan is to make sure that you are overly satisfied, and with that being said, he would make you cum however the fuck he could, leaving you well satiated whenever and however you wanted…. Like that time you went out of town for the weekend, and you didn’t leave the bed for three days. Your legs quaked, and your pussy throbbed so much you swore it was broken…

N - Nipple play

That’s all in the foreplay; sucking on them is his favorite; he takes it slowly, taking his teeth to the hardpoint of your nipple until you suck air through your teeth and rake your nails down his back. But he’s known to pay special attention to them; every part of you gets attention with him

O - Orgasm Denial

Mr. Chris “Baby Dady” Evans ain’t denying you an orgasm… next.

P – Panties

He has a bad habit of keeping them tucked in his pocket after you fuck, especially in public. No, he isn’t fond of people watching you, but you can bet he will slip them panties off--- like that time you were in the club… see the next

Q – Quickies

You two are down to fuck whenever and with that being said, Quickies are the way of life. A night out with your friends turns into you two fucking pressed against the club’s glass wall while people are below. Graced by the dim lights, you’d cum on his dick, nearly screaming his name and grateful that the heavy thud of the bass cloaked you moaning for him.

R – Roleplay

Chris is down for some roleplay, secretary boss—hell yes. And there are even times when he likes to be a doctor and him the patient he’s down to let you take the lead. As long as you both end up naked, he doesn’t even give a damn

S – Spanking

When he’s behind you, watching his cock slip into you, he likes to slap your ass. The bounce of it on and the mewl you make him wild. Not to mention when he spanks your ass, you get a little freakier.

T – Threesome

He doesn’t mind sharing you, would prefer it was a girl, but even then, he gets territorial… so it’s a soft yes that melds into a no

U - Underwear

Chris is wearing Boxers, snug to his body and but also readily able to slip out of just because he is ready at any time!

V – Vibrations

He’s down for adding a little vibrator to the mix—he doesn’t need it, though, and if you give it too much attention, he throwing it away quickly. Also, he tried that cock ring vibrator and was like done in three minutes—vowed never to use it again

W - Whispers (Quiet sex)

Quiet sex is hard for him because he will moan, growl, and talk all during sex. But he can do it- you know because he fucks you in public all the time… he got to have some control. The dressing room was the place he had to learn profound control; while you rode him and he watched in the mirror, he nearly lost his shit. Mumbling nasty things in your ear as you came and he took control, he barely kept it together.

X - XXX (The Kinkiest experience they’ve ever had)

The Kinkiest experience they ever had was when you two decided to try a threesome with one of your friends, and he watched as you got fucked.- wasn’t turned off but never wanted it to happen again

Y – Yes

He’s never going to tell you no, not unless you are literally a brat, and even then, he is okay with spoiling you in the bed fucking you until the only you can say is yes-daddy maybe the words aren’t even that clear.

Z - Zoo (call this the wild card and send any question you like! And I will try to get them as soon as I can! Thanks, yall!)

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satoruvt · 3 years

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for now; forever

pairing → kwon soonyoung x reader

word count → 9015

genre → mostly fluff, angst ↳ tags: ooh boy. firewatch au, banter, like a little bit (a lot) of pining, strangers to friends to… something, FLIRTING, reader’s kinda fucked up but its ok, hoshi’s weird and endearing (as always), a tiny bit of hurt/comfort, minghao best boy, soonyoung is very sweet it makes me want to cry

synopsis → after an unfortunate burnout that lands you in every critic’s negative and all-seeing eye, you decide to take a break from the one thing you know. you’re not sure if you’ll find what you’re looking for out in the middle of the woods - if you’re looking for anything at all - but at the very least, soonyoung will make the hunt a little less lonely.

warnings → there’s eventually a forest fire (starts on day 64 and is mentioned throughout the rest of the fic) that leads to an evacuation but it’s not super detailed, mentions and descriptions of creative burnout/breakdown

a/n → IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! i made a fancy banner nd everything <3 i know 9k isn’t a lot to some people but this is probably the longest one shot i’ve ever written LMAOO so i hope it’s paced ok and everything <33 PLEASE let me know what yall thought about this i am insanely proud of it. ok thats it hehe. hope you enjoy!!! see u on the other side!!!!

btw here’s a fun playlist of songs i listened to while writing mixed with some songs i think reflect the fic super well <33

DAY ONE.

So. You’re… out here, now.

Save for the bugs you have to swat at every fifteen seconds, the outdoors doesn’t seem that bad. The weather isn’t too hot (yet, your mind reminds you) and there’s something about the color of the sky that makes your heart constrict in your chest. You can’t tell if it’s good or bad, but given your luck recently, you’re hoping it’s not a warning for the coming months - God knows you need a break. The weight of the journal in your bag feels heavier than any of the camping gear you brought with you.

You debate texting Minghao that you’ve made it to the park safely, but when you check your phone after deciding yes, you see the words no service instead of the familiar lines of a signal. It’s not that big of a deal - you’d told him when you left that you probably wouldn’t have service at all - but a little part of you feels the tender shake of anxiety at the thought of not being able to contact your best friend.

He was the most worried out of everyone when you told him you were leaving for the summer. You can’t really blame him - it was abrupt, you saw the flyer at the grocery store and took it - but after what happened… doing something felt, feels, better than sitting around and waiting for nothing to happen. Waiting for a healing you aren’t sure will ever come, at least not completely.

“Is this really…” Minghao had started upon first entering your apartment after getting your text. Clothes were thrown all over your bedroom floor in an attempt to pack. “Do you need to do this?”

The tone of his voice told you he wasn’t going to try to stop you, that he just wanted to make sure this was what you needed. You had only nodded, sitting down on the edge of your bed to fold clothes and pack them into your suitcase.

“I just don’t want you to run away from it all,” Minghao said softly, sitting next to you. “You’ll need to face it eventually.”

“Is escaping really such a bad thing?” You asked, looking at Minghao. He gave you the look he did when you said something stupid, and if you weren’t still so wired from everything, you might have laughed. Instead, you sighed, placing a pair of pants into your suitcase. “I just need some time.”

Before you can face it, before you can come back, before you can write again… you still don’t know. Minghao had placed a kind hand on your shoulder to tell you there was no rush.

It’d taken no more than two days for you to get everything ready - including buying some apparently necessary survival equipment from Target. In a matter of a few hours you had gathered everything up, texted some other friends and your family that you might not be available the next few months and then… you left.

(Your manager was pretty pissed off that you left so suddenly, but she was also pissed off at you when you told her you needed a break for at least a few weeks, so you’re not really offended.)

You take one last longing look at your car before locking it, pocketing the keys, and starting on your hike.

The hike takes almost the whole day.

You think you almost cry when you finally see the watch tower you’re supposed to be staying in, your legs barely able to hold the rest of your body up. The hike wasn’t hard, really - long, though, and for someone who usually spends a work day sitting at a desk, you’re surprised you’re still alive. You find the little lock that holds the keys to the tower at the bottom of the stairs, fastened onto the railing. It takes a few seconds for you to enter the code you’d been given earlier, relishing in the soft breeze the cools the sweat on your face and neck. The sun is just barely starting to set beyond the mountains, a beautiful sight that you can’t properly focus on because all you want to do is pass out. You’re pretty sure you almost do on your way up the stairs.

The cabin at the top of the tower is pretty scarcely furnished, save for a few basic necessities (a gas stove rests on one wall, a small desk opposite to it by the door, a mini-fridge, and a bed in the corner plus what looks like a map table in the center of the room). It’s a little weird, a feeling caught between the nostalgia of moving into a new place and something you can’t quite name, but you figure you have a few months to make it all a little more comfortable.

For now, though, you feel like you’re on the last leg of your energy. Your mind is saying eat, sleep, eat, sleep on repeat and you have to agree with it, so you change the sheets on the bed, take down the boards over the windows while you wait for the macaroni from the Kraft box to cook. You end up eating a few forkfuls of poorly-made mac and cheese before crashing.

When you wake up, it’s to gentle static and a semi-clear, unfamiliar voice. It takes you a minute to remember where you are and what you’re doing, too disoriented to even think about the voice, but then - oh. Forest. Watch tower. Escape. Okay.

“Yo, Cottonwood! Am I coming through okay? Pick up your radio!”

Right. The voice. Radio?

“Come on, I saw you get in yesterday, I know you’re there. Unless,” a gasp, “you died! Oh my God, this is like a horror movie… and I’m next!”

You manage to wake up enough to locate your radio (a walkie-talkie resting on a charger on the desk) and, after a few seconds of gentle struggle, work it. “Not dead,” you say, then clear your throat because your voice does not sound good right after waking up. “I mean… almost. But not dead.”

There’s barely a moment of hesitation before the person on the other end hoots, apparently excited. “Arisen from the dead! Brought back to life by none other than the legendary Hoshi!”

A brief thought crosses your mind about having to listen to this guy all summer, but you quickly shoo it away. You won’t have to deal with it for the whole three months, right? “Who… who is Hoshi?”

“Me!” The voice answers, sounding a little too smug. “But it’s really just an alias. You can call me Soonyoung. I’m at Twin Peaks tower, west of yours!”

You spin around your cabin, looking through the windows cluelessly - how long have you been asleep, it’s practically afternoon - until you see a very small silhouette of another tower in the distance. You nod, then realize Soonyoung can’t see you. “Oh. Cool.”

“Aren’t you gonna tell me your name?” Soonyoung asks, but his tone is light, breezy. You blink, reciting your name to him in a daze. “Pretty! So, what brings you out here?”

You weren’t expecting that question. “What?”

Soonyoung giggles into the radio. “Everyone comes out here for some reason. Like… Jihoon says it’s ‘cause it helps him write music. And Joshua loves the outdoors, so… what’s your reason?”

“You…” you start, not exactly wanting to tell a stranger the reason you ran away from everything you know. “Do you normally ask this many questions?”

“Yeah!”

You feel yourself sigh, already tired again.

“I… just wanted to get away for a while,” you end up saying. A half-truth. “I live in the city.”

“No way,” Soonyoung gasps excitedly. “Me too! I wonder if both of us have ever been walking and, like, passed each other without knowing…”

This isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you thought of escaping.

DAY TWO.

The next morning, you dedicate time to getting a little more settled into your home for the next few months. You didn’t bring a lot of decor - you didn’t think you needed any - but even seeing your blanket on the bed and a few books you need to catch up on reading stacked on the desk makes the place feel a little bit more like you. You eventually reach the journal you packed (that Minghao made you pack) and stare at it like it might do something. Like it might tell you to write again, or like it might tell you to leave everything behind. You don’t really know what you want from it.

A sing-songed version of your name comes from your radio and you blink away from the journal, set it down on the desk. “Good morning!” Soonyoung says from the other end, and you feel yourself take a deep breath as you pick up your radio and press down the button so he can hear you.

“Morning, Soonyoung,” you respond, calm compared to his excitement.

“So… what are your plans for today?”

“Um,” you pause, brows furrowed, looking towards the direction of his tower even though you know he can’t see you. “Looking out for fires?”

“That’s boring,” is Soonyoung’s immediate response, and you laugh a little.

“Kinda my job for a while.”

And listen, you’ve known Soonyoung for less than a full 24 hours, but even before your brain really comprehends what he’s saying you know you’re not going to like it. “Wait, that reminds me,” he says, tone of his voice a little less overexcited puppy. “What did you do before this? Or, like, what’s your career? I mean, you don’t have to answer, I just thought it could be a way for us to get to know each other…”

His voice fades away for the split second you remember a little too much all at once, but somehow your voice still sounds put together when you speak. “Nothing special,” you say. There’s a pause when you don’t elaborate any further, but instead of asking about it, Soonyoung changes the subject.

“Okay!” he says, back to a more playful tone. “Anyways, I asked about your plans ‘cause I kind of need you to do something for me.”

“Already asking favors?” you tease. “We just met, Soonyoung.”

You hear him laugh, loud and hearty, and it’s contagious even through a radio line so you feel your own smile pull at your lips. “One of the other lookouts found some teenagers with fireworks,” he informs you. “I need you to meet him and get the fireworks from him.”

Your feet are already in your shoes, one halfway tied. “You can’t do this?”

Soonyoung’s voice is strangely thoughtful, but you catch a hint of mischief at the end of his sentence. “I would, but Jihoonie said he’d eat me if I tried to see him again and I think he’s serious this time.”

He tells you where the other lookout - Jihoon - should be and gives you a quick lesson on how to properly use your map to get there. You’re not really excited for another hike this early on (you’re still sore from even getting up here) but by the time you meet the halfway mark you’re convinced it’s not that bad. It’s neither long nor challenging, and… well, Soonyoung’s insistent on keeping you company the whole time.

When you see what looks like a guy at the edge of a now-abandoned camp, you tell Soonyoung you’ll radio him when you’re on your way back to your tower. “Hey,” you call out as you get closer. The man looks up at you, his eyes sharp but not unkind. “Jihoon?”

“Yeah,” he replies. Under his cap you notice that his hair is a gentle silver, almost purple. He’s dressed casually, like you, and you suppose it’s a given since there’s no exact dress code for this job. “You’re the newbie?”

You didn’t know people knew about you. “I.. I guess,” you say, then tell him your name.

“Cool,” Jihoon says, voice flat like he’s distracted. He picks up the bag next to his feet and hands it to you. “Take these. Thanks.”

He starts to walk away, down a trail opposite the direction you came, but you think of earlier, when Soonyoung asked about your job (or when he didn’t). You call after Jihoon, hesitate, but then opt to make this quick since he looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here. “Have you and Soonyoung… known each other for long?”

Jihoon turns around. He shrugs, then nods. “We met in college, a few years ago.”

“What kind of person is he?”

You watch in vague amusement as Jihoon’s nose scrunches up, but the small smile on his face refuses to hide and it makes you giggle. “Really annyoing,” he tells you, then pauses for a second like he’s looking for the right words, “kind of overwhelming sometimes. But he’s good. He’s someone you want around.”

Someone you want around, your brain repeats to you. You nod with a friendly smile as you haphazardly stuff the fireworks in your hiking bag. “Okay. Thank you.”

Jihoon offers an acknowledging nod of his own before continuing on his way back to his tower. You’re about five minutes into your hike back to yours when your radio sounds from your pocket with a now-familiar voice.

“Are you on your way back?” Soonyoung asks. “You forgot to tell me!”

“Sorry, yeah, I am now. I was talkin’ to Jihoon for a second.”

“Really? That’s weird. He rarely talks to anyone, especially strangers. What’d you talk about?”

You can’t help the small smile that lands on your face as you speak. “Stuff to blackmail you with.”

You think you hear Soonyoung’s groan all the way from his tower, and your smile only grows when it turns into a laugh.

DAY FIVE.

The clouds look dark today.

They haven’t covered the sun completely yet, but they’re closing in fast. You hope that it rains, already sick and tired of the disgusting heat, but also. Something else.

Rainy days always used to be the best to write, your brain supplies to you. You brave a glance at the still-unopened journal on the desk, thinking that maybe…

Your radio turning on drags you away from the crack in metaphorical door, coming at the perfect time as if to tell you that you’re not ready yet. You listen to it, grab the radio, murmur a greeting to Soonyoung.

“It’s getting pretty dark out, huh?” He says. He must be looking at the sky, too.

“Yeah,” you hum. “Hopefully the storm isn’t too bad.”

The line goes quiet, but you know that Soonyoung’s still there even if he isn’t saying anything. The knowledge comforts you, just a little.

“Well... got any rainy day stories?”

DAY SEVENTEEN.

“So, Soonyoung,” you call into your radio as you step outside. You’ve taken advantage of the small balcony around the entire cabin, setting up a few chairs you found in the storage unit at the bottom of the tower (just in case someone stops by, you tell yourself) and a small table you weren’t using inside. The nights are hot but still relaxing, and you find yourself sitting outside often, catching up on reading or taking in the stars.

“I can’t believe you radioed me first,” Soonyoung responds, and you hear the smugness in his voice. “I’m so happy!”

Soonyoung somehow almost always manages to be with you in the nights, too, even if not physically. Being away from the urban civilization you’re used to has been a little difficult to adjust to, but you feel significantly less alone whenever you hear him calling you. You tell him to be quiet even though both of you are laughing. The distant crickets make your chest warm.

“What do you do? You didn’t tell me before,” You ask him after a second. There’s a small wave of anxiety that rushes over you at the idea that he might call you out about when he asked you the same thing. That was two weeks ago, though, you think, and Soonyoung wouldn’t. You’re sure he’s been able to tell that it’s a touchy subject. You’re not as discreet as you think you are, even if (and you’ve learned this the past few weeks) Soonyoung’s a bit more on the oblivious side sometimes.

“I dance!”

Somehow, despite having not even seen what he looks like, it’s fitting. “Like… teach, or choreograph, or…”

“A little of everything,” Soonyoung tells you, and then starts elaborating. His voice echoes through your radio and you look up at the stars as you listen to him, trying to map out constellations from memory. He sounds so excited to simply talk about it, you can’t imagine what he must look like when he’s actually on stage. You hope you get to see it one day.

“You’ll have to teach me something sometime,” you say once he’s finished, voicing your thoughts. With a giggle that sounds like the stars above you, he tells you he’d love to.

A moment of quiet passes, spent focusing on the tiny specks of fireflies you see in the field around your tower and feeling the summer breeze as it passes. The words slip out of your mouth with much less resistance than you thought they would.

“I used to write,” you murmur into your radio. It takes you a moment to register the heavy beat of your heart, like you just got back from a run.

“Used to?” Soonyoung asks, curious but soft.

“For now,” you answer. The ache you’ve become familiar with throbs in your chest. “Hopefully not forever.”

It’s not the whole story - not even close - but you figure you might be able to tell him with time. The thought stresses you out even when you have nothing to stress about, and you think Soonyoung is psychic because he says, next, “the stars are really pretty tonight.”

You’re not looking at the sky when you answer. Your head is tilted in the direction of his tower.

“They really are,” you say.

DAY THIRTY-THREE.

You’ve fallen into a bit of a routine with Soonyoung.

Not a day goes by where you don’t talk to him - the one day you radioed and he didn’t pick up you genuinely thought something happened to him, seconds away from calling a park ranger. Right before you actually did it, though, he picked up his radio and said he had been taking a nap.

(His voice was a little groggy from sleep, sounded like he was pouting whether he meant to or not and you’d be lying if you said the thought didn’t make your heart skip a few beats - but if anyone asked, you’d definitely lie about it.)

One of you calls the other around the same time every morning and you don’t put down your radio until the sun is well behind the mountains. You’ve grown used to his presence, in a way, even if you can’t really feel him with you (though sometimes you swear you can). It’s comforting to have him out there with you, and it’s been so long since you’ve talked to someone the way you do with Soonyoung… you find yourself looking forward to every morning, waiting for when you hear him over your radio.

Today is no different.

Well, in an unrelated way, it is - you have to hike to a supply box to get your surplus of food for the next month and a half you have left. But even as you’re doing inventory of what you have left in your cabin on a piece of paper, you’re waiting for Soonyoung’s usual good morning. It comes as always, makes you smile when you hear it.

“Good morning!”

You leave your scratch paper on your desk and reach for your radio. “Morning,” you say after you’ve pressed the button down.

“So…” Soonyoung trails off. “Supply drop day.”

“Yeah,” you reply, sitting on your bed.

“Both of us are getting crates of food today…”

What is he getting at? “Uh-huh…?”

“Both of us… getting supplies… from the same place.”

A confused laugh leaves your lips. “Soonyoung, what is your point?”

Even for as often as you talk to him, you’re still always surprised when he starts yelling. “Let’s meet up!” he exclaims, obviously excited, and it clicks in your head.

“Oh my God, can we do that?”

“Yeah!” Soonyoung sounds like he’s grinning, smile palpable in his voice. “If we pull some strings with the other lookouts and get hiking at the right time, it’s totally possible.”

Holy shit. Your heart is beating wildly, butterflies swarming around it at the thought of meeting Soonyoung in person. “Okay,” you tell him, noting that you sound a little breathless. “Okay, yeah, let’s do it.”

It takes a few minutes to work everything out - the supply boxes should be dropped off by midday, so you can leave your tower around then and get to the drop location in a little over an hour. Soonyoung has to leave earlier than you since he’s farther away, but if everything goes well the two of you should get to the drop location close to the same time, margin of error small. You radio Jihoon to cover for you while you’re out, and he agrees, although he sounds a bit miffed.

When you finally leave for your hike, you’re not expecting how quiet it is. Soonyoung’s usually there to cover it up with his voice - you don’t hike often (you’ve not had to, given your job for the summer is to watch for fires) but whenever you have he’s been there to keep you company. You plug in your earphones about halfway through your trip just to drown out the quiet, something more to listen to than just trees and the sound of your own footsteps.

Eventually you make it to the supply box, and, well. There’s a guy. Standing in front of a long, green box - you think you see lookout tower names engraved ever few inches: Thorofare, Cottonwood, Twin Peaks. Packing some ready-to-eat meals into his backpack.

Holy shit, Soonyoung? your brain automatically asks, and it sends your heart spiraling up and down. You’re not sure what you thought he looked like, but it wasn’t this. Tall, lean - wait, you don’t even know if this is actually him yet.

Before you can think too much about it, you call out, voice tentative. “Are you… Soonyoung?”

The man turns around, shakes his head with a kind smile. “No,” he says. “I’m Joshua.”

You think about throwing yourself into the river by your tower when you get back for absolutely no reason. Somehow you manage a polite smile and a gentle sorry.

“No, don’t apologize, you’re fine!” Joshua chirps, adjusting the cap on his head. “You’re looking for him?”

You pause. Those aren’t the exact words you would use, but they’re not technically wrong, so you nod. After all, you don’t know what he looks like (you probably should have asked him before both of you left, but you weren’t expecting another person to be here).

“Please don’t tell me he got lost again,” Joshua says, suddenly looking tired, and you look back at him wide-eyed because... again? Has this happened before?

“No,” you tell him. “No, I mean, I don’t think so. I don’t know. Since we both have to pick up supplies he thought it’d be cool if we met up in person.”

Joshua sighs, seemingly relieved, then continues packing what’s left of his supplies into his backpack as he hums. “That’s weird.”

“What is?”

He shrugs. “Soonyoung likes the outdoors, yeah, but the supply box is a pretty far hike from his tower. I think the last few summers he’s had them delivered.”

Oh, you think, and maybe say out loud, because then Joshua’s looking back at you, a mischievous smile on his face.

“He must really like you to come all the way out here,” he tells you, and you laugh like it might get rid of all the thoughts popping up in your mind that you keep telling yourself to stop thinking about.

“And yet,” you say wistfully, looking towards the horizon. “I still come second to Jihoon.”

This time Joshua laughs, a friendly sound, and the two of you fall into a playful conversation. He’s somewhat a superior of yours, though not by a far gap - as the lookout who’s been on the job the longest, he oversees the rest of you (which is you, Soonyoung, Jihoon, and a few others you have yet to come across). You get along with him easily and it’s weird to think that if you hadn’t gone through what you did a few months ago you wouldn’t be here talking to him, establishing what could be a new friendship. You wonder if that’s a new step towards healing, finding a way to be grateful even if it was horrible.

You talk to Joshua for a while until he says he should get back to his tower. You nod, tell him goodbye (and thanks for his company) and he starts to walk away -

“Shua!”

A burst of platinum blonde hair rushes past you from the opposite direction you came from, heading for Joshua. The new guy drops a bag at his feet and almost softly crashes into Joshua, who has this look on his face you can’t really decipher.

“Hey, Soonyoung,” he says, and you blink.

Soonyoung, like… your Soonyoung? The Soonyoung you’ve been talking to for weeks?

You watch as the two hug, Soonyoung excited to see Joshua and completely ignoring you (though you’re not sure he’s doing it intentionally). All you can do is stand there. This is him, your brain keeps telling you. This is the guy.

“I haven’t seen you in forever!” Soonyoung exclaims, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. “How are you? How have things been?”

Joshua shrugs, a small smile on his face as he puts a gentle hand on Soonyoung’s head and starts… petting. “I’ve been good, same old deal. I know that you’ve been doing good too, though, as far as I’ve seen from your reports.”

Soonyoung beams at the praise and you take note of it in the back of your mind (you also note the way Joshua’s treating him like a toddler and how it’s working). He opens his mouth to say something else but looks around and meets your eyes - for a second there’s nothing at all, but then you think you see an exclamation mark actually pop above his head.

The yell of your name is so loud it makes you jump. “Oh my God,” Soonyoung whines, falling to his knees dramatically. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you!”

“This is the first time you’ve seen me,” you say. You can’t seem to hold back your smile.

Joshua excuses himself (again) and finally moves on his way, says he’s in Thorofare lookout if anything happens. The sun is mellow on your skin as you look at Soonyoung, take him in - light hair, warm eyes, tan skin. His smile matches your own. A breeze shifts by, slow and sweet.

“Hi,” you say.

Soonyoung grins.

“Hey.”

So the bag you saw Soonyoung drop on the ground before was, in fact, for a picnic.

He didn’t bring a lot of food (the whole point of the hike was to get supply boxes anyways) aside from a few candy bars he’d saved for today. He did bring a blanket, however, and the two of you set everything up on the edge of a rock not too far away from the drop location, under some trees. It looks over a small ravine, a stream cutting through at the bottom.

The time goes by like it was never there in the first place, spent talking and laughing. Soonyoung is just as animated in person as you thought he’d be, telling stories wildly as the two of you snack away a portion of your supplies. You know the two of you don’t have much time together, given how late it already was when Soonyoung arrived and both of your hikes back to your respective towers, but it’s still… refreshing, almost, to be with him like this, to finally get a piece of him you didn’t before. To hear him without the crackle of the radio and to see him.

To see him.

Something stirs in your chest when you look at him lying back on the blanket, arms supporting his head with his eyes closed. The sun lights up his skin in a golden glow, like honey, and the dark roots growing into his blonde hair are somehow endearing. The breath leaves your lungs when you finally label him as pretty. You hope you can blame the heat in your cheeks on the sun.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Soonyoung sighs, still not opening his eyes. You almost reach out to brush the hair away from his face, but a breeze comes by and does it for you. You hope it’s not a sign.

“It would be nice, huh,” you murmur in response. You finally break your gaze from Soonyoung and lean back on your hands, soaking up the feeling of the blue sky.

It’s now that you remember what Joshua had said earlier about Soonyoung usually getting his supplies delivered, and you turn back to him. “Hey, before you got to the supply box, Joshua and I were talking.” Soonyoung hums in acknowledgement. “Is the hike from your tower to here really that bad?”

His voice strains as he stretches, opening his eyes to look at you. “I mean, yeah, it’s a bitch of a hike to take sometimes. But it’s not really hard except for a few spots, just long.”

You furrow your brows. When you agreed to meet him, you didn’t think it’d be this much trouble for him. “And you came all this way so we could… what, sit here and eat? Like we do most of the time anyways? Just separately?”

Soonyoung pouts at you and you feel personally attacked. “Food tastes good when you’re with other people.”

You give him a soft, semi-playful glare, and Soonyoung offers a small giggle. You turn back towards the view in front of you.

“Did you not want me to come down?” He asks, and he doesn’t sound… sad, really, more observant. Like he wants to know where you’re at.

“No,” you answer almost immediately (Jesus, your brain says). “I just… it’s a long trip. It doesn’t really seem like it’s worth the effort.”

Like I’m worth the effort, you think to yourself.

You hear Soonyoung shuffle behind you and turn around to look at him again, finding him sitting up straight. “It is to me,” he tells you, and there’s something in his eyes that holds you in your spot. The tips of his fingers brush against yours on the blanket. You’d look down if you didn’t think you’d miss something. “I wanted to.”

In a second, it clicks.

It’s not much longer until Soonyoung needs to start heading back. The two of you get your things together, and you help him pack up the picnic supplies he brought. When everything’s said and done and the two of you are back by the supply box, there’s a second of uncharacteristic quiet that falls over you.

“Let me know when you get back,” you say after a moment. Soonyoung grins.

“You’re worried about me!” he swoons, and you hit him on the shoulder playfully, but don’t deny it. It can be dangerous out there, and even if Soonyoung has been out here longer than you, anything can happen.

“Just radio me, okay?”

Soonyoung smiles, something a little softer from before. He nods. “I will. You be safe too.”

You nod in return, taking a few steps back towards the trail that leads back to your tower. “Talk to you later, Hoshi.”

The last you see of him before you turn around is the grin on his face.

DAY THIRTY-FOUR.

It feels like forever since you’ve been here.

A window is open and welcomes a distant ambiance of the forest around you, trees and birds and animals. The journal you brought with you is open to the first page, but remains untouched - nothing on the pages. At least, not yet.

(The not yet you always tell yourself seems closer, this time, not so far away. Within reach, or at least within reason.)

Soonyoung had called in that the hike from yesterday had worn him out and he needed a nap. You had laughed fondly at how tired he sounded, told him to sleep well and that you’d be waiting for him. And you feel the words, right at your fingertips, the way the rest and wait to be written. Their presence is both terrifying and reassuring.

You don’t think they’ll be able to bleed out correctly, not the way they used to since it’s been so long. But they’re there, in your mind, in your heart.

You pick up the pen you got out, feel the weight of it as you click it a few times. You tap it on the desk once, twice, and then.

You take a deep breath and start to write.

DAY SIXTY-FOUR.

“Are you lookin’ at the fire?”

Your eyes leave the page of your book at Soonyoung’s voice crackling from the radio, looking around your cabin windows to see that, oh, there is a fire. You’d kind of forgotten that it’s… literally your job. At least there are multiple lookouts.

You fold the corner of the page you’re on as a makeshift bookmark before closing the book and setting it down on your bed as you stand to get your radio. You grab a can of soda from the mini-fridge you’ve started to utilize (as best you can, given it does a mediocre job at keeping things cool) before walking out onto the deck, sitting in one of the chairs you set up. “Now I am,” you tell Soonyoung as you adjust the chair so it faces the direction of the fire. You think you’re the closest lookout to it - which makes the fact that you didn’t notice it even worse - but not in any danger. The smoke paints the evening sky red-orange, washing over the purples and blues the sun used earlier as it set. “You’ve called it in?”

“Yeah, told Josh, who told the higher-ups,” Soonyoung responds, voice strangely… solemn? He sighs his next words. “They’ll probably send a crew in for suppression by morning.”

“Is there a reason you sound sad about putting a potentially dangerous forest fire out?” You tease, cracking open your soda and taking a sip. The carbonation feels good in your mouth, pops on your tongue.

“I’m not!” Soonyoung denies after some sputtering, and you laugh. “Just… ugh, looking at it - I’ve worked here every summer for the past, like, five years, and I’ve only ever seen two fires. Three, counting this one.” His voice gains a certain softness, like he’s lost in thought. “I don’t want the place to burn down or anything, but… don’t you think it’s kind of beautiful?”

It’s a little morally ambiguous, but as you look at the distant, licking flames you have to agree. In the dark, it’s vibrant, more than just ashy smoke and the smell of burning - it glows red, flushes out silhouettes of the trees in between it and you.

“I guess it is,” you hum into your radio as you stare at it.

“So. What should we name it?”

“The fire?”

“Yes,” Soonyoung says, dramatic as always. “She needs a name! I’ve always given them names, but I’ll let you do the honor this time.”

There’s something sweet in the way he offers you the chance to name it, and you try not to dwell on it too much. “Ah,” you start, thinking for a moment. “Barbara. The Barbara Fire.”

Soonyoung howls out a laugh and it’s infectious; you feel the tugging of your lips into a grin. “That is the worst thing that has ever come out of your mouth,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “We are not naming it the Barbara Fire.”

You huff out a fake whine. “Come on, it’s just Barb! She’s beautiful.”

“But deadly,” Soonyoung adds in a voice that sounds like it came straight out of a crime documentary. It makes you giggle, the two of you throwing around silly, stupid names.

“Okay, okay,” you say after a few minutes. “Then… hmm, the Hoshi Fire.”

There’s a long, long pause, and you hold down the button to your radio again. “Uh oh, is he broken?”

Soonyoung’s voice comes through, joking, but you sense a pinch of sincerity. “You want to name a raging forest fire after me… I feel like I shouldn’t be happy but I kind of am.”

You remember to push the button as you laugh, looking directly at the fire and shouting, “I hereby dub thee… the Hoshi Fire!” as loud as you can.

After the laughter dies down, for a second, there’s quiet - not awkward or for the sake of a bit, just quiet. Soonyoung’s not telling a story, you’re not giving witty comebacks. It’s just the two of you and the fire, alone in the forest.

It breaks eventually. Soft, gentle. “I’m glad you’re out here, you know,” Soonyoung says.

His words make you stiffen and relax all at once, and almost on instinct you look in the direction of his tower. You can’t really see the silhouette - the sun too far gone, taking the last of its light with it - but you know it’s there, can pinpoint exactly where it should be. You hope Soonyoung’s looking over at you, too.

And even if the reason you’re here in the first place is still a tender bruise to be pressed, you find yourself recovering a little more every day. “I am, too,” you respond. “I… I wish you were over here.”

It’s a roundabout way to say I miss you, but a part of you thinks neither of you are ready for something that explicit. You reach a hand out in the direction of Soonyoung’s tower, grasping at it like it might bring him to you. It’s not as if you can’t meet up with him again, but… between the distance and the fact that there’s an actual fire to keep your eye on, it certainly wouldn’t be easy. This is the closest you can get for now.

“I wish I was too,” Soonyoung says. You close your eyes to picture him, pretty smile and fond eyes. “We could hang out, like last time.”

“Without the radios,” you add.

“We could, um… you know.”

His words make you giggle, and you feel a little lucky that you’re not holding down the button. Your heart is pounding in your chest, nervous but stable, secure, as you reply. A welcomed beat, even if startling.

“No, I don’t,” you tell him. Your soda sits forgotten, half-empty, on the floor of the deck by your feet. You don’t bother paying attention to the fire. “What could we do?”

Soonyoung groans and this time you laugh pushing the button so he can hear you, warm and affectionate. “Don’t tease me! You know what I’m talking about.”

You do. “What could we do, Soonyoung?”

There’s a pause, but you know he’s still there.

“Well,” he says eventually. “Let me tell you.”

DAY SEVENTY-SIX.

The fire’s gotten big.

You feel like you shouldn’t be surprised by it - it’s a wildfire, they’re not exactly easy to contain, but seeing it up close like this is vastly different from being in a city and barely even noticing the smoke. It is larger than life out here, consuming more and more of the forest each day. The last few days you’ve spent inside due to the low visibility (though it’s not as if you take a hike every day anyways). It makes you wonder if it’s safe to stay out here.

“...Hey,” Soonyoung radios in. “I have a question for you.”

Rationally, you know whatever it is, it can’t be that serious. But your heart picks up pace anyways, beats a little harder as you pick up your radio to respond. “Look, it was Jihoon’s idea to use the fireworks, I promise neither of us knew it would start the fire.”

Soonyoung sputters out a laugh and you match him, feeling yourself calm down. “I’ll… I’ll ask Jihoon about that later, but - I really do have something to ask you.”

You lay down in your bed, unmade and messy. “Is it… bad?”

“I don’t think so,” Soonyoung responds. “Maybe?”

“Okay…” you say, timid. “Shoot.”

“When you first got here, I asked why you took the job,” he says, and you nod to yourself, remembering the first call you got from him. “You just… never really responded. I get it if it’s, like, a touchy subject, I don’t want to pressure you at all…”

“No,” you interrupt before you realize what you’re saying. You take a deep breath, Soonyoung waits. “No, it’s probably… it might be good to talk about it. I’ll tell you.”

He murmurs an okay, tells you to take your time and you do. It’s not like you’re scared to tell him - you’ve come to trust him, you know he won’t judge you for anything that happened or think any differently of you. You’re not even sure that’s why it’s hard for you to talk about - rather than any sort of outside force that might affect you, it’s more… more of a part of you that you felt you lost. It’s more coming to terms - even after these months - and going through the motions. It’s scary to talk about disconnection, especially from the one thing you loved (love?) more than anything.

“I… write,” is how you start, looking at the ceiling of your cabin as you speak. “Or wrote, maybe? I’m an author. I have a few books published. Writing is something I’ve loved since I was so young, it’s… a part of me, really. It’s special to me.

“When I finally got a manager and a publishing company and all that official stuff, I was so excited. It was like I was finally living my dream. I wrote my first book and got it published and it did really well, so my management asked me to do another, and I did. Then they asked for one after that, and I didn’t… it felt too soon, in a way. Rushed. But I guess I did it because I had to, because I figured this just came with being a writer and not everything is what you want it to be - and I didn’t want to risk losing what I had wanted almost my entire life.”

You take a moment to steady yourself, note the tremble of your fingers and take a few deep breaths. Soonyoung waits for you, patient and kind. “It went like that for a while, and I lost touch with writing. I stopped loving the only thing I knew how to love. I was so detached from it. A few months before I took this job my manager set up a press conference for me, and I… kind of… had a breakdown. At the conference. So I’m out here to run away for a second. Be away from it all.”

The quiet that follows doesn’t make you nervous, really, but you’re still waiting for a reply of any sort. Even if it’s the common oh or it’ll be okay that you got from distant friends and relatives who didn’t know what was really going on. But Soonyoung was patient with you, so you can be patient with him.

“Have you written since?” He asks after a minute, and your eyes flash over to the journal on your desk. One page has the familiar strokes and loops of your handwriting, written after you met Soonyoung in person.

“Only once,” you respond, truthful.

“When you start to write again… will you show me?”

And for some reason the question is so tender, filled to the brim with something you want to name. It makes tears spring to your eyes as you look out over the rising fire, trying not to let your voice shake too much as you reply.

(Maybe it’s because he said when and not if, maybe it’s because he didn’t tell you it’ll be okay, maybe it’s because it’s him and not someone else telling you the same thing.)

“Yeah,” you say, letting go of the button to sniff. “Yeah, I will. If you let me see one of your dances.”

You hear Soonyoung’s smile through the radio as he tells you it’s a deal.

DAY SEVENTY-EIGHT.

For the first time since you started working, someone who isn’t Soonyoung calls you through the radio (not counting the time you radioed Jihoon to make sure he was still alive, because you only saw him once and hadn’t heard from him since then). You hear the familiar click that tells you someone’s on the station, and you’re fully expecting Soonyoung’s voice to light up your cabin the way it always does. Instead, Joshua’s voice rings through.

“You there?” He asks after a comfortable call of your name, and you pick up your radio.

“Yeah, I’m here. It’s been a while,” you respond, and Joshua hums. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve… been,” he tells you, which earns a small laugh. “Anyways, I called in to let you know that they’re having trouble controlling the fire -”

You take a look at the giant flume of smoke north of your tower, nodding to yourself. “I can see that.”

Joshua tells you to be quiet. You hear the friendly smile in his voice.

“There’ll be an evacuation team here within the next two days,” he says. “Maybe less, shouldn’t be more. They’re gonna get all the lookouts evacuated.”

Oh. Evacuation? That means… the city. Your apartment, back to your family and friends. You’d forgotten an entire world exists outside of the bubble you created for yourself.

“Okay,” you say slowly, still looking at the fire. “I assume you’ve told the other lookouts?”

“I’ve got a few more to call, but other than that, yeah, everyone’s covered. I told Soonyoung and Jihoon first,” Joshua tells you, and you blink at the fact that you didn’t even have to ask. “I’ll see you on the other side.”

“Yeah. Stay safe, Josh.”

You sit for a while after that, trying to cope with the feeling in your chest. You… you feel better about everything, about writing, for sure, but. But. It’s cut short, even if only by a little over a week. You haven’t even started packing anything up - so much of you is strewn around the cabin, in the field around your tower, in the trees of the forest you hiked through. You don’t think you’re ready to say goodbye to the place you’ve made your home and the people (person, your heart whispers) with it.

The sun starts to set and the fire grows. You sit on your bed and look at the things you’ve made your own, a sunken, unfinished emotion spreading through you. Eventually it is Soonyoung’s voice that comes from your radio, low and humorous.

“The Hoshi Fire can’t be stopped…” he murmurs, and you laugh despite the loss you feel.

“Please,” you groan into your radio after you’ve grabbed it. “We’re getting evacuated!”

Soonyoung giggles, something mischievous that makes your heart warm with slow appreciation. “I can’t believe it’s ending so soon,” you say, standing up to walk around aimlessly.

“Yeah, the summer went by super fast, huh?” Soonyoung replies. “I’m kind of excited, though. I’ve missed a proper dance studio.”

That’s… oh.

A current of mild surprise rolls through you and you think you physically feel your jaw drop, just a little. That - that hurt. More than you want it to, more than you think it should - but it’s... fine. You’ve only known Soonyoung for a few months, it’s not like…

You realize you haven’t responded and open your mouth on purpose this time. “I wish we could share the sentiment, Hoshi,” you joke, hoping it doesn’t sound too stiff.

If Soonyoung notices anything, he doesn’t say it. Only laughs, sweet and genuine. “I’m sure you’ll find something to yearn for just as I yearn for dance,” he says dramatically. You laugh, forced, because yeah, you will. Maybe you already have.

DAY EIGHTY.

Evacuation day.

Last day in your tower. Last day in the forest. Last day of the job you took to escape, to heal. It’s spent packing up the things you brought with you, throwing away everything else. Joshua said helicopters would be touching down at two points - Twin Peaks lookout and Mule Point lookout. Twin Peaks is Soonyoung’s tower, and if you planned it out right, you could probably get there and leave with him.

You tell yourself that the reason you can’t is because Mule Point is closer. Safer. They’re evacuating you for a reason.

“Hey.”

Speak of the devil, you think, grabbing your radio from its charging port. “Hi.”

“So,” Soonyoung says. For the first time since you’ve known him, he seems awkward. “Evacuation day.”

“Yessir…”

“What evacuation point are you hiking to?”

You pause, hesitate like you’re about to say something you shouldn’t. “Mule Point,” you manage to get out. “It’s closer,” you say after, your brain telling you to justify it, explain.

“What did the Hoshi Fire ever do to you?” Soonyoung huffs out through a laugh, and it sounds so unaffected that you feel that ache from before again. After a second, he adds, “so… this’ll be the last we talk. At least for a while.”

That realization hits you like a brick and the sting behind your eyes seems normal - regardless of whatever was built between you and Soonyoung or what lead you out here in the first place, it’s so sad that it’s ending. “Yeah,” you say quietly. Everything is packed, you just need to get hiking. “I, um. Is it cheesy to say thank you?”

“Maybe,” Soonyoung chuckles. “But it’ll also make me feel really good, so…”

You feel yourself calm down and let out your own small giggle. Maybe it was always meant to end this way, a little too soon, a little too sad. “Really… thanks, Soonyoung. I think it would’ve been worse for me if I got the silence I came out here for. I’m glad I had you to talk to.”

“Thank you, too,” Soonyoung says back. “I hope… you write again. I’ll talk to you later.”

The mention of it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to, and you feel the smallest of smiles on your lips. “Yeah. Later.”

The radio clicks off and that’s the last you hear from Soonyoung.

EPILOGUE.

It’s hard to come back.

From nature, from Soonyoung - everything, really. To go from trees and fires and talking every night back to car horns, busy sidewalks and your own apartment. It’s weird to wake up and not see the immediate shine of the sun through your windows. But you come back, slowly get used to the life you had before.

And you start writing.

Given - you get back in August only start writing again in October, but you write. Little by little, page after page. Maybe not every day, like you used to, but the words are back and they are eager to get out, leave their mark as your work. You stand up to your management (with Minghao’s support) and take control of your own writing schedule. The pressure from before leaves. Writing becomes special more than ever, returns as the one thing you never get truly tired of.

Minghao asks about the job, your summer. You tell him it was easy and peaceful, and that you’re thankful for the time. You mention the other lookouts. You mention Soonyoung. Only in passing, though.

(Minghao definitely suspects something, but even if he asked, you wouldn’t tell him much.)

Sometimes you allow yourself to think of him - when you got back, you looked for a Soonyoung in the multiple dance studios in the city, but since you didn’t have a last name or any proper title, nothing came up. After that, you gave up, but he still shows up in your thoughts from time to time, bright blonde hair (the roots growing in) and glowing smile. It’s cold out, now, so you hope he isn’t getting sick and that he’s staying warm.

You’re reminded of just how cold it is when you have to brace the outside world to get your mail. There’s not even any wind, just an undeniable cold, and it makes your nose burn and eyes water as you walk the short trek to your mailbox. You find your slot and push your key in, unlocking it and gathering your mail. Most of it is junk, but you could have sworn something you ordered was supposed to come today -

“Excuse me?”

You turn your head to the voice and find a man walking towards you, his head turned down towards a small piece of paper. His voice sounds familiar, but you figure it must just be a neighbor you haven’t spoken to in a while. You turn your body to him, waiting for him to look up from the note so you can place a name on him. “Do you know where I can find an author…”

He looks up.

It’s Soonyoung.

He looks a little different - his hair is shorter, dyed black instead of the platinum you remember from last July. But it’s definitely him. The longer you stare at each other the wider his smile gets, and you stand, speechless. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world. Your heart starts to race, warms you up beneath your jacket.

“Found you,” Soonyoung grins. You can’t take your eyes off of him.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “You did.”

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