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miinatozakiii · 5 months

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eyes on me (and only me)

myoui mina x fem!reader ; fluff, angst, smut ; wc: 9.1k

synopsis: mina’s not fond of the attention you’re receiving, but it’ll take more than a glare to get that message across.

warnings: smut smut smut! ; alcohol ; almost fucking in the bathroom lmfao ^_^ : angst if u squint ; friends to fucking to lovers or smth like that ; rushed lowk ; not proofread and anything else i missed??

a/n: not my best work plus i wrote this on my phone. lots of mistakes oops

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the light turns red, you slow down smoothly. the glow from the traffic light illuminates mina’s face with a red glow. you turn to catch a glimpse of her.

she catches you glancing over and raises a brow, you smile playfully and turn back to watch the cars pass.

“why do you do that?” she asks you, rolling her eyes. “you’re so weird.”

“don’t say that, i’m amazing.”

mina shakes her head and turns to face the passengers window, hiding her smile from you. the music in the car continues to play, you giggle, and the light turns green again. you gradually press down on the pedal.

you and mina have been friends for 8 years and counting, luckily you both ended up at the same university—which meant no long-distance friendship and no problems.

(well— there was one problem, one that kept the two of you up at night: the mutual attraction the two of you had for each other.)

(but both of you choose to ignore that in order to keep yourselves sane.)

(it doesn’t keep any of you sane.)

mina was someone you could be completely transparent with, and despite how stupid or unhinged you’ve been, she’s stuck by your side throughout the years. and speaking of which, throughout the years she’s only gotten prettier, and she’s been undeniably beautiful. she matured physically and mentally, the physical aspect unquestionably catching your eye more. years pass and her features are sharper, yet as elegant as ever. more eye candy for you, and more excuses such as: “i was zoning out” to repeat after getting caught staring. both of you had a staring problem.

“and~ we’re home.” you beam, watching mina unbuckle the seatbelt. “give me your bag, you must be tired.”

mina hands you her small shoulder bag and smiles at you, you return the smile. she gets out your car and stretches her arms out, sighing as she does so.

the night breeze hits you in the face hectically, but it passes through mina’s hair in a way that reminds you of some commercial, with her as the conspicuous model.

the two of you walk over to the entrance of your apartment complex, then up the stairs. you follow mina up as she walks to the third floor, and you feel a little bad since her legs must hurt.

once you get to your shared apartment, mina reaches inside the pocket of her jacket for the keys, then pulls them out and starts to unlock the door. she turns the lock to the right once and pushes the door open, turning on the light as soon as she steps inside.

mina plops on the couch and you giggle, smiling at your best friend and roommate. you plop down next to her and she puts her feet on your lap, sinking into the cushions deeper.

“shift must’ve been rough, huh?” you ask, watching her nod in response. she closes her eyes and turns to the side, sighing.

“i have a test tomorrow too.”

“seriously? on what?”

“physics.” she groans, then sits up. “i figured majoring in architecture would be less grueling. i was wrong. so wrong.”

“you set yourself up for more of that.” you tease, tapping her shoulder and urging her to turn around. “let me ease the tension, then you can rest a bit and study a bit. it’s only 5:50.”

she hums and turns around; you place your hands on her shoulders and begin to work at the stiff muscles with your nimble fingers. she gasps at the sudden contact, shrugging then easing into your touch. mina lets out a variety of sighs and groans here and there, but otherwise stays pretty inaudible the rest of the time. she leans away from you after she’s had enough, rolling her shoulders back and then cracking her neck.

"thank you y/n, for everything.”

you can’t help but chuckle after hearing her words of gratitude. she sounded so serious and sincere, which caught you off guard. you stand up and intertwine your own fingers together, stretching them up and behind your back a bit.

“i just drove you back from work and massaged you, that’s what friends are for. no need to be to sentimental minari.”

she rolls her eyes and scoffs at your teasing tone, “oh so i guess i’ll just quit showing my gratitude.”

“hey i didn’t mean—”

a pillow is thrown at your stomach before mina starts giggling, showing her gums and all as she beams; just how you adore. you throw the pillow back at her and she catches it with her hands, then stands up and sets it down on the couch.

“okay now go study, can’t be wasting your tuition on a failed physics grade.”

“i don’t want to hear that from you y/n. didn’t you get a 67 on that anatomy module?”

“hey!” you raise your hands up in defense, “i passed, that’s all that matters.”

“yeah, whatever. i’m going, thanks again.” mina mumbles, grabbing her bag and walking over to her room.

she smiles as soon as she enters her room, then laughs to herself. she sighs dreamily, something out of a romcom.

“so the both of you aren’t actually togeth—”

“no.” mina dismisses momo immediately. momo looks at you whilst you talk with the girl you met in your kinesiology class, the girl that’s a little too touchy and flirty for mina’s liking. “she’s occupied anyway, always talking with any girl that’s in her line of sight.” mina scoffs.

“oh, so you’re jealous?” momo laughs, grinning at mina.

the younger woman shoves the older one in the shoulder, rolling her eyes. “no. she’s just taking her sweet time when we need to be somewhere.”

you’re smiling, you’re laughing, and she is doing the same. her hands are resting on your chest every now and then and she’s also giving you heart eyes. of course, you’re too oblivious to realize – just how you always are with girls like that – mina hates it.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, you finish talking to the girl, make an excuse that you have to leave, and check your phone. you look up and mina is talking to momo, and then you walk over — no, rush over and almost trip in the middle of the lobby — and apologize for being a couple of minutes late. mina grimaces and momo gives you a toothy smile.

“let’s go, we need to pick up sana too—right?” you ask, mina simply nods, no small smile or anything before she turns away.

she starts walking out the doors first and you frown at the sudden moodiness from her. you know mina well, well enough to know when she’s having her mood swings and feeling down. you learned to be attentive at a young age, and mainly — only — for her.

you look over to momo and she shrugs, then suggests, “maybe if you weren’t so late.”

“it was six minutes.”

“maybe it’s more than the time then.”

“momo—” you’re unable to finish your sentence because now she’s the one turning around and following mina’s path. your shoulders sink and you frown again. your legs carry you out the doors to follow the two women despite the sinking feeling in your heart.

mina is standing beside the passenger door waiting for you to unlock your car, and momo is on her phone leaning against the door to the backseat. you click the button on your keys, your car makes that clicking noise and lights up, then mina and momo get inside at the same time.

you get into the drivers seat and turn on your engine, then face mina to ask, “want the aux?” then she hums in response, plugging her phone in. momo observes from the back seat; the way you clench your teeth subtly, mina’s hesitance, the way your hand grips the steering wheel tighter than usual, mina’s body turning away from yours.

sana is in the car ten minutes later and immediately, the tension starts to die down.

“i’m so hungry…” sana sighs, linking her arm with momo’s.

you laugh and assure her, “i’ll drive quick, i think everyone is as hungry as you.” mina smiles and you catch it from the corner of your eye; you grin sheepishly..

it’s silent for the most part other than sana starting all the conversations and everyone responding. then, halfway through the car ride, sana beams and mentions: “hey, sebastian is throwing a house party, everyones going to be there you know.”

“…and?” you hum, eyes on the road.

“we should go!”

“sana,” mina begins, “you know i’m not a party person.”

sana pouts. “come on~ that chaeyoung girl you’ve been all flirty with is going to be there. maybe you can hit it off with her.”

the light turns red and you hit the brakes – not so smoothly – and quirk a brow at mina. you’ve been able to hit it off with some girls on campus, hooking up with them and whatnot, but the mention of mina talking to someone – which, you’re been completely unaware of – strikes a nerve in you for some reason. she’s not yours, you’re not hers, yet there’s a sick feeling in your stomach.

“you’re— you’re talking to someone?” the uneasy atmosphere makes its comeback as soon as the question slips past your lips, and mina shrinks in her seat. “you never told me that.”

“you never tell me about all the girls you talk to, i can’t talk to one?” mina says, her tone vicious.

“i- no, i just, i thought you would’ve told me about something like that.” you look at her apologetically, she doesn’t bat an eye at you. “i didn’t mean that, mina.’

sana and momo glance at each other in the backseats; momo shrugs, sana raises her brows, and then sana decides to clear the air.

“so, let’s go as a group?” she insists, and you can only hum as you pull into the parking spot near the café.

momo decides to find seats for the four of you and you thank her before grabbing mina’s wrist and dragging her to the bathroom. sana and momo watch, both as surprised as mina.

it’s a single person restroom, and you close the door behind you harshly before backing mina against the sink. you’re only an inch or two taller, nothing too significant, but somehow it feels like you’re towering her completely.

she looks into your eyes, you look into hers tenderly; mina surrenders and breaks the eye contact.

“what’s going on mina?”

“i’m sorry, it’s nothing.”

“it’s clearly something.” you murmur, curious and confused. “please, you can tell me anything.”

without thinking, you cup her face. your hands are warm, they’ve always been warm and mina’s have always been on the colder end. mina feels her heart shatter and pound against her chest at the same time, her cheeks flush but her lips twitch into a frown.

hesitant to give into your touch, she shudders away subtly. “it’s nothing, i’m just, you know—“

“mood swings?” you ask, moving your hand to her shoulder and rubbing your thumb against the material that covers it. mina leans in to your touch this time and nods, looking back at you. “i’m sorry for, sounding so… i don’t know, angry. it’s not my business, and if you’re talking to someone…” you gulp down your feelings and decide on what anyone would say. “then i hope they make you happy and whatnot, it’s not my business. i shouldn’t have pushed it.”

“no,” mina mumbles. you turn your head, confused. “i think i’ve been a bit distant recently, i haven’t been as open.”

“hey don’t say that, i guess the stress is killing both of us.”

“i’m sorry again.” mina sighs.

“it’s okay, i love you always, no matter what.”

“and how do you?” mina questions, tensing up at the feeling of your thumb rubbing against her shoulder now. you slide your hand down to her forearm subconsciously, pausing your actions.

“what? mina, you know i love you. we’ve been friends since like, forever. i’m just saying i’m always here if you need me.”

friends.

“okay, yeah thanks.” mina rushes her response out, then recomposes herself. she grabs your wrist briefly before letting go, then opens the door. “i’m hungry, hurry up.”

“yeah yeah, whatever.”

mina’s normal for the rest of the week and there are no complications or mood swings for the most part. the two of you are pretty busy anyway, no time for arguments when your professors are up your asses.

there’s those moments of solitude with your roommate that bring you some peace of mind here and there, which makes it harder to push down the trivial feelings you have for mina. like that one time mina helped you out with dinner, pushing you to the side with her hand on your waist. yeah, that one had your heart racing.

other than a near heart attack and some domestic and weirdly intimate alone time with mina, there hasn’t been any tension or bickering since that car ride. things seem good and you’re happy with that.

sana reminds you of the party the day of, it reminds you of what had happened in the car. you’re reminded of mina’s ‘talking stage’ and it bothers you more than you’d like to admit, but there’s nothing to worry about since mina isn’t the biggest partygoer. she’d probably be cooped up in her room playing games while you drank more than you intended to again, just like always.

tonight was an exception.

you’re leaning against the counter in your baggy jeans and the fit t-shirt where the sleeve cuts off just above your bicep – the shirt that makes your arms look good and shows your tattoos better – and sana is texting the group chat saying she’ll be there in five. you wait patiently and pass the time by mindlessly scrolling.

what you don’t expect is to see mina emerging from the hall looking effortlessly beautiful like she always does. she meets your gaze then drops it to your own body, quickly returning back to the shared eye contact. there’s something in the way she holds herself up that’s keeping your look on her for a moment longer, afraid to look away just in case you’ll miss something.

she’s fucking stunning, no doubt about that. a cropped, white top hugs her figure perfectly and shows a good amount of her defined abdomen, the light shines in a way that highlights her grooves. she has that naturally striking body, the one that girls envy or swoon over, and the ones that guys eye not so subtly in public, much to your dismay. she’s also wearing some light makeup — a rosy sunset lightly decorating the outside of her eyes and a darker shade of red painted on her lips — and even without it your jaw would be on the floor. her wavy hair falls loosely around her and her bangs are tousled – different than her usual well kept look – it all captivates you. mina’s fucking hot, no doubt about that.

your eyes do a lot of the talking, they run up and down her body, down to the curve of her hips that are covered by her low-rise boyfriend jeans. mina’s inching closer and you recompose yourself, try not to eye fuck your roommate too hard.

“you’re going to the party? thought you weren’t a party person.”

“i don’t have anything better to do.”

“not going to stay and play games? that’s new.”

she scoffs, then crosses your arms and it makes you realize that you’ve been looking at her exposed tummy again. you make eye contact with her again. mina raises her brows, then responds with a hint of test in her tone, “do you not want me to go? sounds a lot like it.”

not when you look like that. you should only look like that for me, you think, and you want to respond with that thought. but you hold yourself back and decide to laugh it off, masking your odd jealously that looms.

you clear your throat, then respond, “no, just curious. we should take my car over then, just in case you want to leave early.”

“yeah, okay.” mina says, suspicious of your sudden change in mood. “let sana know then, and don’t drink too much, or really anything since you’re driving.”

“you know i’m a heavy weight. three shots and i’m still walking straight, functioning, and able to have fun. don’t worry about me.” you wave your hand and grab your phone. “i’ll ring up sana.” you say, then motion for her to leave the house with you.

the walk to the house is not too long, but unfortunately you were too late to bag a spot in the astonishingly large drive way. it was already filled with seven cars, all different brands besides the two honda civics that are next to each other, one red and one black. how generic, and probably driven by men who’d try to hit on you and your friends later.

there’s a fence to the backyard and you easily lift up the metal that prevents the door from opening. you push the door open and mina slides in through the gap, then you slip through and lock it again.

the music was already noticeable before the two of you had actually made it on the property, but now it’s much louder and disturbingly raucous. but that’s just how parties are. there’s a good amount of people in the spacious back yard, maybe fifteen or more – give or take – some are talking in a group with bottles of beer in their hands, two people makeout against the tree in the right corner, and others are cackling while some shirtless guy with a buzzcut and shotguns a can of cheap alcohol. nothing too surpassingly other than the size of the house and yard, pretty normal for everything that’s unfolding.

you lean down a bit to bring your lips to mina’s ear, making sure your voice is heard over the drake that’s playing at a volume that’s surely going to bring noise complaints.

“you okay?” you ask loudly, almost a shout. mina nods, then turns over, her face only inches away from yours. you look down at her lips, and back up to peer into her dark eyes. “we should go inside.” you suggest, mina nods once more.

compared to outside, the house held a lot more people. the kitchen was filled with people getting refills of sodas alcohol, and maybe one or two people ended up with water in their cups — though only those few — the rest of the bunch that crowded the house were either tipsy or drunk out of their minds.

“i think i’m gonna grab a beer or something, text me if you need anything – actually, just call me.”

mina wants to cling onto you the whole night and if anything, she only came in hopes of making you jealous. but here you are, actually indulging in whatever the hell is going on around the two of you. she feels sick to her stomach when she sees you wave goodbye, and prays that you won’t end up like those two girls in the corner of her eye that are eating each others mouths. at least not with anyone but her. fuck.

“hey, it’s you.” mina feels a tap on her shoulder and turns around to face the girl she met in her design class. “i didn’t know you were a party person, didn’t strike me as the type.”

chaeyoung is also wearing a crop top, revealing the various tattoos that decorate her skin. mina liked the tattoos, but all she could think about was the ones you had on your own skin, the ones mina always found herself staring at. her dark hair is messy, yet it suits the younger woman, so does her whole outfit: some crop top and paint splattered jeans.

“you here with anyone?” chaeyoung asks, then takes a sip from her can of beer, mina thinks it’s the rocket pop based on the colors.

“no, you?”

“nah, i came here with a friend though. i think she’s out flirting now though.”

“yeah, i came with a friend too. she’s probably doing the same too.”

“you don’t sound too happy about that.” chaeyoung says, observing the faint disappointment that spreads across mina’s features. “wanna get a drink?”

mina hesitates, then nods. chaeyoung smiles and grabs mina’s hand, leading her to a fridge in the kitchen.

“oh, and by the way,” the younger woman starts, turning to mina. “you look good.”

“thanks.” mina responds.

it’s not that mina doesn’t enjoy chaeyoung’s company, if anything she’s actually really intrigued with her little anecdotes and cute little rambles. mina likes the way chaeyoung giggles with her over some small thing, and mina doesn’t necessarily hate how chaeyoung leans closer to her, the skin-to-skin contact isn’t anything that bothers her. mina simply can’t feel anything for chaeyoung, and it frustrates her because one: chaeyoung is pretty, quite nice on the eyes. that’s something mina can’t deny. two: she’s attentive and sweet, mina know’s this from the times she’s interacted with her before this headache of a party.

she’s just not you.

“you okay?” chaeyoung asks, rubbing her thumb on mina’s hand.

“yeah, i just, um— i need another drink.”

“you’ve had two cans already, and you seem all hazy. you sure you can take it?”

“it’s fine, i’m fine. yes, yeah.”

“okay… careful then. let me go with you.”

“no.” mina says almost immediately, then pauses. “i mean, um, i can go myself. sorry.”

chaeyoung nods, letting go of mina’s hand. “i’ll see you around mina, hope we run into each other again. i liked talking to you.”

“me too, i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay.”

mina leaves chaeyoung on the couch alone, finding her way through the crowd and towards the kitchen to grab something stronger. she does in fact find something stronger in the fridge: some bottle of (most likely) cheap vodka. mina fucking hates vodka, but she also fucking hates that you’ve been plaguing her mind all night. so, mina grabs some small, plastic shot glass and pours herself a quick remedy to her growing disturbance. she shoots her head back and winces, groaning at the stinging taste of it dying down in her throat.

to make matters worse, you only plague her mind further. and to make it even worse (yet again), she catches you in the corner of her eye.

the girl from that day she got mad at you stands awfully close, putting her hand on your chest as she laughs. you only smile and laugh with her, not really paying attention to anything else.

this is the closest you’ve been to the girl, courtney was her name. she’s in your anatomy and has a similar hairstyle to mina, though mina’s looks ten times better. her eyes shine as she looks at you, well, mostly your lips. she smiles and slides her hand around your neck.

“you know, i’ve always thought you were pretty.” she says, “how about we find a spot to be alone?”

“oh,” you say, features shifting into one of confusion. “courtney i don’t— i thought we were just having fun…?”

“don’t be stupid baby,” you wince at the petname, it doesn’t sound right coming from her. she twirls your hair around, it irks you, you definitely don’t like it. “we can have fun if we find a place with a door that has a lock.” and all you can do is laugh awkwardly.

“courtney i don’t—” you look past courtney and towards the familiar girl in the kitchen, making direct eye contact with her and freezing as soon as you realize just who you’re looking at.

mina huffs, frowning at you disappointedly. she shouldn’t be disappointed, but she is.

if only that were her, she thinks.

she bites back a tear, clenching her teeth and shaking her head – which somehow makes her more uneasy than she already is – and starts to walk away. she doesn’t know where she’s going, just as long as it’s less overwhelming and there’s no sight of you with someone that isn’t her.

“shit,” you mumble, and then courtney desperately tries to postpone your departure with small talk, but it’s no use. you speed through the crowd and bump into various bodies as you try to keep mina in your vision, pushing anyone in your way just to find her.

you watch her turn into the hallway and manage to make it to that turn only two seconds later, but by the time you get there she’s already stepping into some room and closing the door. a curse slips from your breath as you run towards the same door a second after it had closed, hitting your fist against it in defeat.

“mina!” you shout – no response. “fuck, mina, please.”

you lean your forehead against it, flattening your hands against the door before you bang on it again.

“please? please mina, i know something is up.”

“go entertain yourself with whoever you were with earlier.” and what the fuck did that mean? you didn’t know. could mina mean courtney? you didn’t want her like that, mina can’t possibly be bothered by her – and, if she were, that wouldn’t make sense. courtney is just a friend, if anything, you wanted mina in her place.

“what does that mean? mina you’re being so—” she cuts you off, opening the door. she’s got that flush, the same one that she did when she lost to sana in that one drinking game a few months back. mina’s not sober, meaning she’s ten times more vulnerable and even moodier, but why? hell, you never know.

“weren’t you enjoying that? that girl, she’s all up on you so why do you run after me.”

“courtney? mina you’re being irrational, she’s just a classmate, a friend i guess. i don’t want her like that.”

“we’re friends and you never look at me like that,” she says, voice being muffled by the music playing in the house. “why don’t you smile at me like that?”

you step inside and close the door, now it’s just you and mina, alone.

“mina what are you saying? i smile at you all the time. are you pissed over a smile?”

“you’re so dense.”

“well i don’t know what the fuck is wrong if you’re not going to fucking tell me mina.” maybe that was harsh, considering the fact that she’s most definitely drunk, but you’re also irritated because she’s been tip toeing around the things that have been pissing her off. “you always tell me what’s bothering you and about your mood swings, but what’s been going on recently? you’ve been so, i don’t know—difficult to read.”

“and you’ve been so dense.” mina scoffs, looking you in the eye. “you flirt and charm all these other girls – any girl – why not me? what’s wrong with me?”

“mina there’s nothing wrong with you. and… you want me to charm you? what does that even—”

“why do you run after me when you don’t even want me like that, why don’t you love me like i love you.”

you halt, watching mina’s bottom lip twitch and brows crease as she looks at you.

“mina,” you begin, shoulders relaxing a bit. “of course i love you.”

“then why do you-“

with no warning, you lean in, capturing her lips with yours and cupping both cheeks with your hands. this is one of the dumbest decisions of the night, undeniably so. reality hits you and you’re pulling away, but mina pulls you back in.

you should stop this, you have to stop this, it can’t be right.

you don’t stop, partially because mina is wrapping her arms around you, keeping you close.

(and mainly because this is what you’ve been needing – dreaming – of for years. you’ll let your morals come back to you later, because right now this contact feels better than anything.)

her hands almost sting from how cold they are when they graze your neck, sliding up to grip your hair. you reciprocate and place your hands on her waist, the music fades out in the background, her back is pressed against the door, and you’re keeping her place as you savor what you’ve daydreamed about countless times.

using the part of your brain that isn’t overtaken by lust, you try to make sure everything is alright after remembering she’s had a drink or two – at least before you indulge again – and that she’s not sober—which is very rare for someone like mina. you pull away first and fight the urge to ruin her right here and right now.

“wait mina—” mina doesn’t give you time to speak, immediately leaping back onto you and locking lips again, whining as she tugs at your hair. she bites your lip slightly, which makes you push her against the door harder, fingers leaving marks in her skin.

there’s too much going on, too much you want to do all at once – mina wants the same.

you pull away successfully, mina doesn’t pull you back in hurriedly this time. her eyes are partially closed, lips puffy, her breath is heavy – chest heaving up and down since she hadn’t gotten the chance to properly catch her breath – and her cheeks are a rosy shade of red.

“y/n…” mina murmurs. her tone is whiny and desperate, and all it urges you to do is close the distance again.

first, you’re exchanging saliva as you slide your tongue in, sloppily making out as you shift mina over to the counter of the bathroom sink. her moans are muffled as you kiss her and it leaves you ravenous, wanting to hear it clearly. the two of you indulge in each other, just as you’ve been craving for years.

you fall to her jaw, then the soft skin of her neck, spending your time marking it up and tending to it how you’ve been wanting to. no, needing to.

mina grips your shoulder tight and her head tilts back as her lips part. it’s odd, this is what you’ve been craving, but there’s a uneasy feeling in your stomach and it’s not from anything you’ve consumed.

“shit,” you murmur, partially because mina’s tugging at your hair again, but mainly because the realization hits you: mina’s under the influence. “what am i doing.”

the spell she’s casted on you by giving you the taste of her lips finally wore off, it takes a good amount of self-restraint to pull away one last time – and this time it’s for real, you don’t dive back into her pool of temptation – though you linger a moment, lips dangerously close to the skin just above the crook of her neck.

again, you look at her: hair messy, eyes now opening, and a pout plastered on her face.

“y/n… please, keep going.” you can’t, you know better than to keep going, despite how bad you want it.

“we should get going, minari.”

“but i need you, please.” fuck. fucking shit. you want her too, more than words can tell.

“mina…” you start, bringing a hand to cup her cheek. she leans into the touch, not hesitating for a second. mina’s beautiful, you know that. she’s against the counter of the bathroom and the only thing you can really notice right is how beautiful she is despite the music from outside getting louder. it’s strange – time slows down for a moment.

your fingers push the strands of hair that messily frame her face behind her ear and she frowns harder. against a canvas of flushed cheeks and pale skin, her eyes radiate an ethereal luminescence under the glow of the bathroom light. exuding an ineffable brilliance. her eyes, wow, her eyes are pretty in the moment. they’re staring at you and captivating your senses, holding you captive as you try to fight everything telling you to go on with your desires.

“you drank lots, didn’t you?” you ask, laughing a little to shake off your nerves. two beers is the equivalent of “lots” for mina. enough to make her all hazy and cuddly. “let’s go.” you insist, “home isn’t far and i can drive. i only had a can of beer, and i have work in the afternoon.”

“why can’t you just— fuck, y/n, i just—“

“we can talk when you’re sober.”

mina mumbles something under her breath, the sound of her voice thin and vulnerable. you hold her hand and squeeze it gently before letting out a breath.

“stay close, you were stumbling earlier.” you insist, “keep my hand in yours, ‘kay?”

you don’t let mina respond and instead, you’re out the door with her hand in yours trying to find your way out of the overwhelming atmosphere. trying to get yourselves home so you can compose yourself in an environment that isn’t making your skull pulse.

momo is dancing with sana, heat radiating off the both of them as their mutual allure drags them closer and the alcohol kicks in. momo’s eyes are only on sana, that is until she catches two familiar figures struggling to pass by the crowd blocking the door.

your hand slides down and snakes around mina’s waist, keeping her ever closer as you swim through the crowd and towards the door. sana looks at momo, who’s looking in a different direction, then turns to see what’s up with whatever is going on. “whatever is going on” is something that has sana smiling cheekily, giggling and then turning back to momo.

“you see it too?” voice low yet audible as sana speaks into momo’s ear, lips brushing against the lobe. “i wonder if they had any fun. most likely, knowing how y/n is.”

“mm, maybe,” momo mumbles, distracted by the woman placing a hand on her chest. momo gulps, then faces sana fully and smirks. “maybe… they’ve never been that close, touchy yeah but…” momo shakes her head. her hand slides to the curve of her waist and pinches just barely, just enough for sana to gasp. “let’s find out tomorrow and find out way to the bathroom instead, hm?”

sana smiles, nodding eagerly before they find their way out the crowd and into the same bathroom you and mina had been in.

it takes a few at least ten curses under your breath before you reach the door, opening it and slipping past like you had done before with the entrance to the backyard – though this time, none of you are afraid of being close.

mina is following you, your hand still on her waist – holding onto her even though it’s not necessary – and leading her to the car.

another small curse slips your lips while looking for your keys, scared that you’ve lost them throughout your late night rendezvous. luckily, they’re shoved in one of your pockets, you sigh out a breath of relief as you press the small unlocked logo.

you help mina get into the passengers seat, then close the door for her and get into the drivers seat yourself. once you close your own door, you reach over mina and grab her seatbelt, invading her personal bubble with your own body. mina watches you with tired eyes, watches you grab the end and fasten her seatbelt with a click of the locks. before you lean back into your space, mina stops you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

she presses her lips to your temple – sloppily and sweetly – then leans back into her seat, closing her eyes.

you huff, then your lips curve--? turn? they display something that’s something in between a frown and smile, something that shows both at the same time, even if it sounds impossible.

the engine starts, you turn to look at mina once more, then drive.

hangovers are not for the weak, and they’re surely not for mina.

mina wakes up and it feels like she’s gotten run over countless times in the head. she groans and sinks into her matress more, hugging the pillow in her arms and then groaning once more – if the first, annoyed one wasn’t enough already.

she tries to recall everything from last night, only remembers a brief image of chaeyoung and a beer in her hand; and then everything else. everything.

it’s like being hit by a life-threatening gust of wind that’s trying to knock you over and over, it hits all at once and keeps bombarding you more and more and more. each gust is worse than the one before. it feels like being stuck in the middle of the sea while waves keep crashing and crashing and crashing against you. that’s how mina feels when the memories come piling back.

she remembers the push and pull – desperate fingers clawing at cloth or skin, lips parting so the two of you oculd catch your breaths – she remembers the sensation of it all – her shoulder blades meeting the material of the door – the chill of the material making her shiver – your tongue against her own, the teeth nipping at her skin, and shit she even remembered the smell of your perfume: amber and vanilla. she could seriously lose herself in that fragrance if it meant being that close to you again.

mina jumps when she hears three knocks, groggily rubbing her eyes before seeing someone her bedroom door. her eyes are squinty, but the figure is unmistakable. mina feels her cheeks burn again, and now she’s figuring out that they always grow warm whenever you’re around.

“hey… morning.” you greet softly, smiling. “i um, i have work soon. i just wanted to let you know there’s advil and vitamins on your bedside before i left. figured you’d need it.”

“t-thank you.” mina stutters embarrassingly. “y/n i’m sorr—”

“let’s talk about it later. just take your time, you have work later, right?”

“shit,” she mutters, closing her eyes tight and pinching the bridge of her nose. “yeah.”

“i’ll be home later, you should ask momo to take you.”

“i’ll do that, yeah.” mina answers. she watches you nod awkwardly, and then without a word; you leave.

mina calls momo later, later as in 12 o’clock pm because there’s no way momo would ever be up before then on a saturday – especially not after a party with sana around. still, momo answers tiredly, voice all stuffy and low.

“mina it’s so fucking early can we please—”

“come, now.” mina orders, “i’m tired too but i really need to talk to you and i’m saying this as in it’s urgent. you know it is if i’m begging like this. momo please come, now.”

she hears momo groan on the other end of the line, a few seconds of silence pass before momo answers: “give me ten.”

“thanks.”

momo gets to the apartment in thirty minutes and mina answers the door, making the older woman look at her shockingly. mina’s hair is disheveled with some strands loosely having a mind of their own. her eyes peer at momo tiredly, and she’s wearing an oversized tee with pajama pants to finish the “i just got out of bed and no hangover remedy could fix the headache i have” look.

“um, morning sunshine?” momo tries. mina turns and walks over to the couch, landing on it exhaustedly. momo follows over and sits down in the space next to her, watching her stare up at the ceiling.

“i think—no, yeah we definitely…” the younger woman starts, shutting her eyes. “there’s a hickey on my neck and i know it’s from last night. i remember, vaguely – but also so much at the same time.”

momo deadpans. “mina what the fuck are you saying.”

mina practically breaks her neck trying to lift it up just to glare at momo. “y/n gave me the hickey.”

“holy shit mina, that’s great! so you guys fuc-“

“no. i think we just… madeout.” mina sounds dissapointed when she says it, and she definitely is. “y/n’s being distant and i’m just—scared i ruined everything.”

the younger woman groans again, then leans back against the cushion. momo watches and moves over to sit criss-cross on the couch now, pulling mina by the wrists to sit her up. “stop moping, you kissed her. you’ve been complaining to me like, ages about her.”

“what if she regrets it?”

“i doubt it. maybe y/n is just worried that you regret it, i mean, you seemed pretty fucked last night.”

“i wish i were.” it slips out of mina’s mouth, momo tilts her head in surprise, this isn’t something mina would say, ever – at least out loud. “don’t start.” mina warns, glaring at her friend.

“i wasn’t going to.” momo assures, putting her hands up in defense. “maybe you should talk to her, she’s picking you up after work today, right?”

fuck.

“yeah.”

“perfect. good time to bond then.” momo chirps – mina deadpans, then collapses into the cushions again.

“i can count on both hands how many years we’ve known each other, i just can’t lose her.”

“you won’t. don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

mina’s worrying, and everything is not fine.

mina cannot take her mind off of you, the night before, and just you in general. it’s you you you you you running through her mind as she collects tips from the old couple in the corner of the restaurant. even as they compliment mina’s features she can’t help but think of you. it’s only you, you’re plaguing her mind even worse than how you did while she was all hot and heavy.

you tap at the wheel anxiously with your pointer and middle finger – a habit you’ve developed as soon as you had gotten your license at seventeen – as you wait for mina. the restaurant closes at 10, but mina’s leaving at seven because she can’t do closing shifts, you remember her rambles and complaints. you remember everything about her.

work had been as rough for you as it had been for mina, just the thought of her pulling you closer, bruising your lips, and just her drove you crazy. it took everything in you to function normally as people would come up to you asking where a certain book was in the library you worked at or if you could renew their copy of who fucking knows what novel.

your head shoots up when you see a familiar figure step out from the entrance to the restaurant. she pats down her clothes and adjusts the bag that hangs from her shoulders. mina looks at you through the window and you simply smile at her, fixing your posture. she smiles back and walks towards the car, then gets into the passengers seat.

you greet her like you always do: “hey.”

“hi.”

“how was work?”

“busy, but good tips.” she says, putting on her seatbelt and desperately trying to compose herself. “how was your work?”

“good, good. just the usual.”

“could be worse.”

“yeah.” she responds. there’s a short silence that sits in the air and that urges you to start driving. mina looks forward, but still, she can see you shifting the stick with your hands – the hands that were leaving mina breathless.

the car ride is silent, deathly silent.

sure, carrides back to the apartment after mina’s shifts have always been pretty nonverbal, but at least a few jokes and anecdotes were shared. the only thing shared is the silence, it makes you grip the wheel tight and has mina facing out her window.

“did you um, eat yet?”

“yeah, did you?”

“yeah… jonathan gave me half his sandwich before i clocked out.”

“good.”

“yeah.”

you reach the apartment complex after the most apprehensive car ride you’ve ever been in – which says a lot, considering the fact that you’ve been in a car driven by sana. not the best experience ever, she’s definitely a passenger princess, and should stay one.

the engine stops, you two get out the car at the same time – no words exchanged, but you’re both thinking the same thing – and then you hold out your hand so mina can give you her bag, just like always. the two of you head into the complex with you following behind mina, then up the stairs to your shared place.

the tension is cleared for a moment, mina watches you fish for the keys in your hoodie pocket, only for you to drop them on the floor and curse under your breath. mina laughs, you laugh with her and this is the first time you two have shared eye contact since last night, probably.

“you’re so clumsy, always.” mina snickers, looking at you with a gummy smile. you roll your eyes and put the key into the lock, twisting it right and responding,

“shut up.” you say in a tone of fake annoyance.

the door opens and you step inside, mina follows behind. your shoulders sink, untensing as soon as you close it again.

“i’m sorry, i made a move while you were drunk and if i hadn’t controlled myse—”

“shut up.” mina orders, using one hand to pull you close by the wrist and the other hand immediately slides to the back of your neck as she closes the distance again.

mina kisses you first this time, and now both your senses are fully there, no alcohol to fuck any of you over this time. you almost stumble backwards from how ttaken aback you are, but shortly after the contact you’re kissing her with the same force.

you drop the bag in your hand – it’ll be tomorrows problem, it’s not that big of a deal anyway – and cup her cheeks, slowly inching forward towards any surface that’ll keep you two from fucking on the floor right then and there. where’s the fun when there’s no action building up to everything?

mina’s feels the marble of the counter in the kitchen above her waist as you push her against it. her hands find the edge and grip onto it tightly as your hands start to roam down the curve of her hips. mina’s tugging at your hair and it earns a small whine from you, and then she’s swiping her tongue against your bottom lip since it’s the only way to ask you to sloppily make out with her without pulling away for too long.

it’s actually not that sloppy, it’s like your tongues know each other already, they accustom to each other almost immediately. minutes – it feels like hours – pass and you pull away to glance at her for a moment; cheeks? flushed. pupils? taking over mina’s eyes completely from how dilated they are. your lips? oh, they’re craving more of the woman trapped between your arms right now.

your lips fall to her jaw, pressing feathery kisses that leave her breath shaky. when mina thinks it can’t get any better, you take your time tending to her neck – which, is too empty for your liking – sucking, nipping, doing anything that’ll make her have to wear a scarf, your hoodie, or extra foundation the next morning.

as you mark up her skin, she blindly reaches to take off the jacket you’re wearing, and you reach for the end of her black shirt that she has on, then slide it off her figure.

you eye her up and down, lingering on her chest. “fuck, fuck i want to leave you a mess.”

“do it then.”

“gladly.” you say. mina feels a pulse in between her legs.

the two of you make it to mina’s room and leave pieces of clothing out on the way. mina grows louder with each kiss, and you grow touchier.

she pushes you through the door – you make sure to quickly turn on the lights so you can get a good view of her the whole night – and then her hand is on your chest, pushing you down on the bed. you prop yourself up with both hands, watching her take off her black pants and then making her way to your lap.

you can’t help but smirk at her, smirk at the exposed skin, the new territory, the groove down her abdomen, everything. she’s grinding on your lap and it feels like a dream, but it isn’t, not when you’re hyperaware of your hand sliding up the smooth skin of mina’s ribs, hyperaware of all the contact, the heavy breaths, the shaky ones, mina’s arms around your neck.

“my bra, take it off.” she orders. of course you’ll comply, it’s mina telling you this after all.

you slide your hands over her skin and feel her shiver against you, then you unhook her bra, sliding it off and throwing it somewhere around the room.

“fuck,” is all you can say. mina’s topless, she’s on your lap, straddling you, and you give up on trying to savor anything because all it’ll do is make you short circuit. it’s all so much to handle, far too much for you, so mina helps you out while she watches you amusingly.

“just gonna check me out? how about you use that mouth of yours again baby.”

“yeah.”

mina moans as soon as you indulge in her tits. she trembles as your hold on her tightens, as you swirl your tongue around her nipple, and as your other hand stimulates her other breast. she grinds against you, trying to ease the tension down in her soaked pussy, but it’s no use. she thinks she might cum just from you tending to her chest, and honestly she could—she might.

but you won’t let her reach her high that easily, not so quick. you need to savor everything—well as much as your overwhelmed brain can — because this is mina.

“so,” you kiss her breast once more, then pull away with a slight ‘pop’ sound. “fucking pretty.”

she throws her head back as you trail back up to hee neck, sinking your teeth until you get the faint hint of blood on your taste buds.

“i’ve been wanting to do this for years.”

mina’s breathless. “hnghh— yeah, fuck y/n, me too—“

you stand up slowly snd hold onto mina, who’s still straddling you. her legs wrap around your waist and she lets out a sharp breath as you turn over and set her down on her back. you stand in between her legs, then brush a finger over her nipple while running a hand down her stomach. her skin twitches as you trail down to her underwear, sliding two fingers under the rim of it and pulling it off.

“you’re so pretty mina, always have been.” you mumble, brushing your fingers over the sensitive area. “bet you sound even prettier when im going down on you.”

“y/n,” mina gasps, watching you lower yourself so that you face her cunt — it’s aching, it’s craving. “please.”

you kiss the inside of her thighs lovingly. “if you say so.”

mina’s hand grips at the sheets tightly as soon as your lips meet where she needs, a loud moan reverberates around the room. you work at her pussy with your mouth at first, eating her out at more relaxed pace since this is your first time with her. when mina ruts her hips and pushes your tongue further into her, you quicken the pace and add a finger in.

“oh fuck y/n, ngh— keep going, don’t stop.”

she twitches and jerks around the more you fuck her, a plethora of whiny moans of your name leaving her mouth. another finger is added in, plunging in and curling at the spot that makes mina’s hand immediately move to your head, gripping your hair tightly as she loses her voice.

“c’mon, gonna cum soon?”

“y-yeah, fuck i’m so, fuck, so close.”

you reach up for mina’s hand, accidentally meeting her wrist but then finding her fingers and intertwining them with your own. mina’s thighs close around your head slightly, making you groan into her lazily. then, mina moans loudly, so loud and it sounds like a near cry. her thighs tremble around you, and she holds your hand tightly as her chest heaves up and down.

you slow down your pace, taking your fingers out and savoring mina’s essence with your tongue. she’s sweet and warm, you’re drunk on her arousal. the repeated murmurs of your name ring throughout the room like a song you could listen to and never get tired of. her grip loosens and you pull away, climbing up the beauty of mina’s body and leaving kisses as you make your way up to her jawline.

she lazily puts her hand on your neck, then gradually pushes her fingers into your scalp as you kiss her lips. she tastes herself off you, then hums once she’s satisfied.

when you pull away she’s looking at you with hooded eyes, putting her hand on your cheek and rubbing her thumb against your warm skin.

“everything okay?” you ask, and mina just kisses you.

“i’m tired.” she mumbles against your lips after a peck, “stay and sleep here.”

“i didn’t plan on leaving.” you say, laughing lightly. “let’s clean up a little, okay?”

mina nods and kisses you again, letting herself sink into the cushion as you run your hands down the side of her body.

the morning after is so normal it’s as if you two have been fucking ever since you moved in together.

there’s some morning pillow talk that consists of you groaning into mina’s bare skin and her teasing you for being so tired. her hands massage your scalp and your lips kiss the skin that covers her ribs. her cheeks flush.

“do you have work?” she asks, voice low and tired.

“no, do you?”

“no.” she mutters, “let’s sleep in.”

“okay.” you say. you weakly lift yourself up so you can lay your head on her shoulder. “how long have you been wanting to do that?”

she turns around so you’re spooning her, then lazily moves your hand over with her own so that your arm is over her body. you pull her closer and she answers, “sophomore year.”

“highschool?”

“yeah.”

you laugh. “why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“you were too busy getting attention from other girls.” mina says annoyingly, though she scoots back so she’s closer to you. “didn’t want to waste my time waiting in line.”

“you should’ve skipped the line.” you feel for her hand and hold it, linking your fingers together. “i’ve liked you since middle school and you never noticed.”

if mina weren’t half asleep she would’ve had a bigger reaction, she’d be punching your shoulder and scolding you for being such a coward for not telling her. but what use is it when she’s already living the scene she’s been dreaming about for years. your breath is warm on her skin and she’s too content to yell at you.

mina yawns. “well it’s all figured out now, sleep.”

you kiss her shoulder and smile. “okay.”

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parings: mick schumacher x vettel!reader

request: hiya could u do a mick x vettel! reader (seb’s niece or smth) where they attend an autosport award show together w seb and he just couldn’t keep his eyes of her bc of the low back/high slit of the gorgeous dress he tries not to be touchy bc seb is there but succumbs to a quickie in the bathroom while seb is claiming his award really im in desperate need of some mick content 😫

authors note: oh my god my first smut with mick 🫣 idk what to put here 🤷‍♀️

warnings: (+18) smut, minors dni!

✩. . . masterlist !

Y/N knew it was a bad idea to wear the dress her secret boyfriend had picked out for her. It was a stunning gown with a high slit and a low back, revealing almost her entire back. She thought it was perfect for the occasion, a Formula 1 gala dinner with her favorite uncle, Sebastian Vettel.

But she hadn't anticipated how her boyfriend would react to her in the dress. Mick Schumacher and Y/N Vettel had been secretly dating for six months, keeping their relationship hidden from almost everyone. Well, everyone except for Toto Wolff, who had caught them kissing at a race. Mick had decided to ditch his role as Toto's apprentice that day and sneak off with Y/N for a quick make-out session in the tire warehouse. The memory still made her blush with embarrassment.

It had been a few weeks since they had seen each other, and now, at the Autosport Award show, Y/N found herself watching Mick's every move from across the room. Was it her imagination, or had Mick gained a few more muscles since they last met?

"Vettel!" Toto greeted the older man standing beside him, and Y/N felt her cheeks flush with a rosy hue. She tried to focus on the conversation, but her attention kept drifting back to Mick.

Seb glanced at her and then followed her gaze to where Mick was standing. He raised an eyebrow with a knowing smile, causing Y/N to turn even redder. She had a feeling her uncle was onto something, and it made her want to sink into the floor.

As the evening went on, Mick's eyes seemed to be constantly drawn to her. He was talking to people, engaging in conversations, but his gaze kept finding its way back to her. She tried her best to act natural, chatting with the people around her, but her heart raced every time she caught Mick looking at her.

Eventually, Mick excused himself from his conversation and made his way over to her. His smile was both charming and mischievous as he approached her.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and intimate. "You look absolutely stunning tonight."

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up again as she replied, "Thank you. You clean up pretty well too."

He chuckled softly, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Couldn't take my eyes off you, honestly. That dress is... wow."

She bit her lip, trying to suppress her own grin. "You like it?"

Mick leaned in a little closer, his lips almost brushing her ear. "I more than like it. But you're making it really hard for me to behave."

She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her heart skipping a beat. Mick had always been a charmer, but tonight, he was particularly irresistible.

"Behave?" she teased, her voice barely a whisper.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto hers. "Yeah, you know... not get touchy when your uncle's around."

Y/N laughed softly, the sound tinged with nervous excitement. "Right, right. We wouldn't want to give Seb a heart attack."

Mick grinned and took her hand, his thumb caressing the back of her palm. "But seriously, after this event, how about we go somewhere a little more private?"

Her heart raced at the suggestion, and she nodded, unable to hide her own playful smile. "I'd like that."

Seb's voice cut through the conversation, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure how long he had been standing there, but she instantly felt her cheeks heat up under his gaze.

"Hey, Mick, Y/N," Seb greeted, his grin playful as he looked between them. "Am I interrupting something here?"

Mick's grip on her hand tightened slightly, but he managed to keep his composure. "Nah, just having a chat."

Seb raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just a chat, huh? Well, don't let me stop you. Carry on."

Y/N felt her embarrassment intensify under Seb's teasing, and she bit her lip, unable to meet his gaze. "Hi, Uncle Seb."

"Hi, Y/N," he replied with a knowing smile. "Having a good time?"

She nodded, still feeling a little flustered. "Yeah, it's been great."

Seb chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Well, don't let me keep you from enjoying the party. I'll catch up with you two later."

As he walked away, Y/N let out a nervous breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Mick squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Don't worry, he's just messing with us," he said with a wink.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, her nerves easing a bit. "I know, but it's still embarrassing."

Mick leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I think you look even more adorable when you're embarrassed."

Her cheeks flushed again, and she playfully swatted his arm. "Stop it, Mick."

He grinned, his fingers intertwining with hers. "You know I can't resist."

Just as Y/N was about to respond, a waiter carrying a tray of champagne glasses brushed past her, and before she knew it, she felt a cold splash against her dress. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh no," she murmured, her gaze dropping to the champagne stain on her dress.

Mick's eyes followed her gaze, and he quickly took in the situation. "Hey, it's alright. Accidents happen."

Y/N felt a mixture of frustration and embarrassment, and she glanced around, trying to figure out what to do. "I need to clean this up before it sets."

Mick nodded, his expression understanding. "I'll come with you."

She gave him a grateful smile as they made their way towards the restroom. Once inside, Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a little defeated.

"Great, just what I needed," she muttered, dabbing at the stain with a paper towel.

Mick stepped closer, his fingers gently brushing hers as he took the paper towel from her hand. "Let me help."

As he carefully worked to clean the stain, Y/N's heart raced. She couldn't help but be struck by how considerate and caring Mick was, even in such a simple moment.

"Thank you," she said softly, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

He smiled, his eyes warm. "Anytime."

As the stain faded, Y/N realized how close they were standing. The air seemed to buzz with a newfound tension, and she found herself holding her breath.

"Mick," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He met her gaze, his eyes searching for something. Without a word, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a gentle kiss. It was slow and sweet, a promise of things to come.

When they finally pulled away, Y/N's heart was racing, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Mick grinned, his fingers tangling with hers.

"I think champagne stains might be my new favorite thing," he teased.

N laughed softly, the tension that had been building between them now palpable in the air. "Well, it's certainly one way to make an event memorable."

Mick's gaze was intense as he looked at her, and she felt her breath catch. "Do you trust me?"

Her heart skipped a beat, and she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

Mick's lips found hers once again, but this time the kiss was anything but gentle. It was fiery and urgent, a hunger that had been building between them finally unleashed. Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor, their bodies pressed close.

As their kisses deepened, Mick's hands roamed over her body, igniting sparks of desire with every touch. He backed her towards the bathroom counter, his lips never leaving hers. With a swift movement, he lifted her up onto the counter, his hands gripping her waist possessively.

Y/N's head was spinning, her senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the feel of his hands on her skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. Mick's kisses trailed down her jawline, his breath hot against her skin, before he found the sensitive spot on her neck that made her gasp.

"Mick," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He responded by pressing his body against hers, the friction between them igniting a fire deep within her. Mick's lips found hers once more, a demanding kiss that left them both breathless.

Desire pulsed between them, the urgency of their need pushing them to the edge. He pulled away just long enough to catch his breath, his eyes dark with want as he looked at her.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice husky.

Y/N nodded, her own desire mirroring his. "More than sure."

Their kisses reignited with a renewed intensity, their bodies pressed together in a dance of passion. Mick's hands roamed over her, his touch setting her skin on fire.

As their desire escalated, Y/N's fingers worked to undo the buttons of his shirt, her touch eager and hungry. Mick's own urgency mirrored hers as he kissed her fiercely, his fingers tracing the curves of her body with an intoxicating mix of tenderness and hunger.

Their mouths met in a series of heated kisses, each one leaving them both craving more. Mick's lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin, igniting a trail of fire wherever he touched. Y/N's fingers found their way to his hair, pulling him closer as a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Mick," she whispered, her voice a mixture of need and desire.

He looked at her with eyes darkened by the intensity of their passion, his own longing reflected in his gaze. Without a word, he lifted her off the counter, his lips claiming hers once more as he carried her towards the bathroom door.

As they stumbled out of the bathroom, caught up in the heat of the moment, they didn't notice the figure standing by the entrance. Toto Wolff's surprised expression quickly turned into an amused grin as he cleared his throat, effectively interrupting their heated embrace.

Mick froze mid-step, his eyes widening as he realized they had an audience. Y/N's face turned a shade of red that matched her dress as she buried her face in Mick's chest, her embarrassment palpable.

Toto chuckled, his tone teasing. "Well, I guess I won't be needing that bathroom anytime soon."

Mick cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged with a blush as he awkwardly shifted his weight. "Uh, yeah. Sorry about that, Toto."

Y/N peeked up at Toto from behind Mick, her voice muffled. "Hi, Toto."

Toto raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Having a good time, are we?"

Mick let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, you could say that."

Toto grinned, patting Mick on the shoulder. "Well, I'll leave you two to it. Don't let me interrupt."

As Toto walked away, Y/N let out a sigh of relief, her face still flushed. Mick chuckled, his arm around her shoulders as he pulled her closer.

"Well, that was... unexpected," Mick said, his lips brushing against her hair.

Y/N groaned, hiding her face in his chest. "I can't believe he caught us again."

Mick laughed, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Hey, at least it's a memorable way to be caught."

She rolled her eyes playfully, her embarrassment fading as she looked at him. "You're impossible."

Mick grinned, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "And you're irresistible."

Their lips met in a sweet, tender kiss, the world around them fading as they focused on each other. In that moment, the outside world ceased to matter, and all that existed was the connection between them – a connection that had ignited in a bathroom and had grown into something much deeper and more meaningful.

And as they kissed, all thoughts of being caught or interrupted were replaced by the overwhelming feeling that they had found something truly special in each other's arms.

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sixxteenbullets · 1 year

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HIDDEN AWAY-

Saw smth the other day and I can't stop thinking about it.

Pairing: Henry Bowers x fem!innocent!reader

Warnings: u and Henry getting walked in on by Patrick, being watched doin yk, swearing, sexual themes.

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HENRY Bowers had a girl that was the opposite of him. She was a kind, sweet soul and he wanted to keep her that way. He knew exactly who he was and who his friends were, so to keep up with his goal, he needed her to stay away from his friends. The issue sounded easy to defeat, if his friends were normal.

Two boys, Belch and Vic, he trusted enough to stay away from her. After all, they weren't really ever interested in defying Henry. Though, Patrick was a piece of work. As much as he loved innocence, he loved pushing limits. He was tall, obsessed with pyro, and a sadist to the bone. That was exactly the kind of person Henry needed his girl to stay away from. Someone who could tear away her joy, make her sad and scared, and strip her of her kindness, turning her timid and quiet. He'd seen her that way once, during a bad fight, and he swore to keep her from those feelings for as long as he could. Only he could break her down.

"Hey Hen," Y/n smiled at him, her white teeth shining as bright as ever. "You called."

"Old man ain't gonna be home tonight," He pushed himself off of his bed and sauntered over to her. "Was thinking you could stay?"

She didn't have an ideal home life, either. She wasn't beat, like Henry, and she still had both of her parents, but they were mean. Driven by religion, the girl didn't get to choose her own path very often, and a lot of her decisions were made for her. That was part of why she kept her innocence. There was nothing she could do to break it.

"Yeah, totally." She walked closer to him, meeting him in the middle of his room, and wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms looked around her waist and they were pulled flush against each other. As their lips met, a bubbly giggle escaped her throat and she smiled against his mouth. His face remained straight, but the sound of her giddiness woke such a fierce happiness within him, it was hard to keep from giggling back at her.

"So what do you want to do tonight?" A mere whisper, barely audible. His eyes widened slightly as they met the ones that stared up at him. She never spoke like this. It was just a simple question, but there was a passion behind her words that she never had before. They had been dating for a month, and she typically pushed away his sexual advances, so when she made her own, he knew this was not something to pass up.

His hands ever so slightly lowered on her waist, resting on the peak of her butt. When she put up no objections, they lowered and he gave a small squeeze, which triggered another giggle. Just as he was about to say something suggestive, her lips crashed into his open mouth, and their tongues danced in harmony for a minute before he pulled away for a breath.

Her head leaned up to follow him, objecting to the end of their kiss, but she soon realized her own lack of breath. "What are you doing?"

"I want you." There was absolutely no sign of hesitation in her voice. Every bit of every word dripped with a lust that sounded foreign on her tongue. "Every inch."

He had heard enough. He had been waiting for over a month to hear her ask for him. To finally give herself to him.

Every fiber of his being itched to go fast, to shove her onto his bed and hear her screams as she cried his name. To hear the innocence dissolve from her voice, and only a sinful, whimpering cry would be left. But he didn't think she would like that just yet, so he willed his body to go slow, to pace himself and be gentle as he stole something sacred from her.

"I want you to be rough. Show me every side of you tonight. The good the bad and the parts you never let anyone see. You can have my body if I can have your soul." She always did that. Talk in poetic speeches, using grammer he's completely stranger to. And he loved it just as much as he loved seeing the passion in her eyes as every word spoke it's truth.

They were on the bed in no time, and her request rang through his ears. She wanted everything. And he would give her his life if he could.

Two shirts were thrown on the floor, one pair of pants, and one pair of shorts. Two half naked bodies desperately grinded into each other, craving release from the heat in their cores. Legs intertwined just as fingers did and the two eventually became one. One drawn out moan, one long kiss, one burning desire.

There was something artistic about the way two humans behaved in times of desperation. The way she would whimper and gasp when a particularly sensitive part of her body was touched, and he would see this and use it to his advantage. The way his mouth would open in a silent moan as she rubbed against him, creating a friction they'd never get enough of. Even with underwear on, they behaved wildly, leaving no room for any matter to interfere.

Somewhere in their passion, a door, forgotten to be locked, creaked open to reveal a few rather shocked faces. Not shocked to see their friend with a girl, but shocked to see him with a girl such as Y/n. Especially shocked that a girl like her didn't wear little pink cotton panties, but adorned a black lace thong instead.

The bigger male and the blond turned away, obviously not wanting to get their asses beat for the intrusion. But Patrick stayed for a minute. His eyes traced every inch of her body, and once he had seen enough, a low whistle escaped him.

The two on the bed jumped, and just as quickly as she threw herself down, he had an arm around her and held her close. She stayed pressed against her boyfriend, trying to hide her flushed face and body from the mischievous boy who stood watching her.

"When your done having your fun, why don't ya' let me take her for a ride?" A sickening laugh faded into a room with three emotions only. Arousal, fear, and pure fucking rage. That arousal faded from Patrick when he saw the expression that adorned his friend's face.

"Get the fuck out of here, Hockstetter, or I'll kill you right here." There was a malice in Henry's voice that he'd never heard before. A spark in his eye, a snarl in his lip, and a clenched fist that showed truth in every word he spoke.

If Patrick didn't stop staring at Henry's girl, he would be a dead man and a tortured soul.

So he ducked out of the room and approached the two other members of their gang, shaken and annoyed, completely unwilling to tell the story of the scariest moment of his life.

Henry considered chasing after his friend, showing him how absolutely enraged he felt that his angel felt unsafe. But once he thought back to her, and felt her shivering from his arms, she was his main priority. He pulled her flush against him, not sexually anymore, just possessively. His arms encircled her and she wanted to completely fade into him.

Sobs racked her body. She'd heard horror stories of the boy and his disgusting acts on not only girls, but just others in general. So, when he said he wanted to take her for a ride, terror crept throughout every crevice of her body. Not only did she fear him, but she was absolutely humiliated. Another boy has seen her half naked, not to mention the vulnerable situation she was in.

After a second of silence, she was able to make out a few muffle words against his chest. "Please don't let him take me."

"No one will ever touch you. You're mine, and he knows that now. I'm gonna keep you hidden away from all that shit."

#henry bowers #it 2017 #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #bowers gang #x reader #fanfiction #it #dont read this #ima kms #this is embarassing tbh #bowers gang x reader #henry bowers x reader #victor criss

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crushedsweets · 9 months

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i am so so sorry for the sheer amount of headcanons i'm making you crank out, HOWEVER... i am so curious as to if you have any headcanons for nina and natalie as a duo. i love the way you perceive them and write them it genuinely makes me so happy

i had to doodle them . ok. lets go..

nat was one of the first people nina met from jeff, since she and jeff lived in the barn together.

nina thought nat was a lesbian when they first met . that is literally the only reason why she wasnt mad jeff was living with a woman.

although nina was like, one of the ONLY people to notice toby/nat tension and was sooo heartbroken when she realized they were never getting together..... but then was relieved they didnt get together when she got over jeff because 'well i can't be the only single one!'

again, natalie grew up with 0 girl friends, only hung out with her brother and boys. even after meeting the creeps, theyre still mostly guys. so she's just kinda really awkward and weird around girls. not in a like, 'oh girls r so annoying' way but like... she just doesnt know how to fit in. she just feels so different in the worst possible way and always has.

and nina is very girly, outgoing, touchy, friendly, cute, etc. so it was very like UMMM?!? idk. natalie kept snapping at her, assuming she was fake and weird and just trying to get something from nat, but nina was so persistent and just. friendly. it started making natalie feel warm.

nina's presence started to heal natalies inner little girl. she had it stolen from her time and time again, from her dad, her brother, her peers - the operator, too.

so the two are eventually actual friends. they'll text and play mobile phone games together. sometimes they'll just sit on call and nina will be talking her head off while nat does her own thing at home. one time nat was at tobys cabin and nina was talking about toby on speaker and toby walked in and was like 'hey nina' .... nina almost threw up she was so embarrassed.

nina loves visiting nats bar because everyone is always talking to nina and giving her attention and buying her drinks, and at first nat was irritated but it kinda got nat some better tips since the customers started realizing ninas her friend. so nat was pleased. LOL

nat was never the type to go shopping, but she'll follow nina around and sit while nina tries on clothes and carry around all her bags that she buys LOL... ninas made jokes about nat being boyfriend material and nat just flatout says smth about how nina should get over jeff cuz he would never.

nat is friends with jeff but she's oddly comfortable just telling nina that he's a piece of shit. and ninas always like NOOO U DONT GET IT U DONT SEE WHAT I DO and nats always just .. not... impressed..

nina's always inviting nat out to try new foods. nat grew up just eating bread and noodles with butter half the time so it's fun. nina always tries to pay bc 'well i invited you!!!'. sometimes toby tags along but he feels a way abt going in public places..

nina rarely visits jack cuz she has no reason to, but nat is friends with him so sometimes nina pops in and she's always like ^_^ HELLO TALL MYSTERIOUS SLIGHTLY MONSTEROUS MAN... <3... nat smacks the back of her head cuz she's being dumb and drooling over a bunch of rando freaks. ... . ok i love nina and she owes jeff nothing but she is def not loyal LOLLLL AND SHE HAS THE RIGHT TO FAWN OVER EVERYONE she's a fangirl at heart.

they watch a ton of shows together. nina got nat into horror kdrama stuff, but they have to watch in dub cuz nat cant read the subtitles fast enough . . . at first nina cringed but now she doesnt care.

nat's painted/drawn nina several times, and nina almost cries everytime. she's put the drawings up on her wall before but anytime nat's at her apartment, she takes it down bc 'i dont want my art on ur wall stop it' LOL... kinda rude but whatevs.

ugh theyre just so fucking cute guys im sorry i love them . holds them. brushes their hair.

#asks #creeped #natalie ouellette #clockwork creepypasta #creepypasta clockwork #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #nina the killer #nina hopkins #nina the killer headcanons #clockwork headcanons #sweetart #creepypasta art #creepypasta fanart

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your-local-baguette · 4 months

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Hi i have request its okay if you don't want to do it can you do Y/n who can fight? example: Y/n hear girl say Sea is good than his brother at playing and the girl insult rin so Y/n get angry and go to girl and hold her hair and hit the girl in her face so times so she start bleeding and rin come and see Y/n hit the girl. (sorry for bad english and grammars / you complete the rest ^^) can you do it for Ness, kaiser, Sea, Rin?

Are you in my head ? I've been thinking of something similar like reader as a bodyguard ot smth ? But that's such a good idea! Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy❤️

Bllk boys with a girl that can fight

Warnings: violence obviously, not proofread! Contains mention of blood. Swearing, Proceed at your own risk.

Characters: Ness, Kaiser, Rin and Sae

Sae itoshi

You gritted your teeths, your grip on your boyfriends hand tightened, catching his attention. His gaze turned to you, noticing your angered expression, he followed your gaze, landing on twi girls, gossiping about...him and rin...his thumb caressed your hand in an attempt to calm you down. Which seemed to be in vain, the girls kept on talking about them

'rin is so much better'

'like i'm sorry?? Sae sucks'

It was getting to your head, while you did try to keep yourself calm, it just wouldn't be work. It took three more words...just those three for you to walk towards those two girls

'rin is better'

Sae clearly failed ti hold you back, he didn't even try to stop you, knowing full well it was pretty much going to be wasted efforts. You grabbed one the girls collar, looking right into her eyes "say it again..i fucking dare you" you could perceive the fear in her eyes, her lower lips quivering. "L-let me go..." She said, with a pitiful voice. You let go of her collar pushing her onto the ground aswell, glaring at the other girl "same goes for you, talk about my boyfriend like that again and you see the light of day again" you walked off, back towards sae who was a little stunned, while he knew you were known to be violent, he didn't expect this. But with what he witness with shido he wasn't as shocked. "Come, let's go.." you said, the gentle look you usually have, back, Sae nodded, following you while his hand snaked around your arm to grab yours.

Micheal kaiser

He had a smirk gracing his lips, one hand in his pocket, the other pushing back his hair. His teasing gaze strained on you, while you held a girl by her hair, while tears were running down her cheeks. You weren't actually hitting her, just pulling her hair. You whispered in her ear, she nodded furiously while you let go of her, you dusted off your hands walking back towards kaiser. "Well well, would you look at that~ my liebe is defending me ?" You snaked your arm around his "why wouldn't i ?" Your loving gaze was back, "tell me why i wouldn't defend my boyfriend" you sneaked a kiss on his lips, earning a slight chuckle from him. He smirked at you " i'm just honored, my pretty girlfriend scares off some random haters. You make me fall harder each day liebe" you blushed at his words, scratching the back of your head, you both walked away while you threw one last glare towards that girl

Ness Alexis

Ness would do that for you, but dam did you catch him off guard when you lifted that girl by her collar, glaring at her. Ness still had that little smile but in the back of his head...it...was something else. He kept on watching as the girl nose started bleeding while she was sitting on the floor. You glared at her "watch your dam words next time" you wiped your hands on your pants, crossing your arms while she looked up at you "if i catch you talking about my boyfriend like that again, let's just say...it might not go so well for you" you now wiped your hand on your lips, a bit of blood running down, that girl actually had managed to put up quite a fight. You walked back to Ness, he seemed delighted to have you back at his side "hello my little fighter" he said of his gentle voice, you smiled kissing him on your tippy toes has if nothing happened. "Let's go home, i'm a little tired" he nodded, offering yiu his hand, which you happily grabbed. Walking back with your boyfriend.

Itoshi rin

He'd be quite surprised if you fight for him. While he had that blank expression, he was kind if smirking inside ? Yk what i mean. There was something about you not being scared of fighting someone else for him...that felt attractive. He f-ing loved it, watching you defend him...

"watch what you fucking say next time tch" you said, looking down on that girl, she was terrified, you rolled down your sleeve, wiping the blood off your face. You winked at the girl, walked back towards your man, he looked at you walking past him, indicating him to follow you, he did so. Easily catching up to you, interwining his fingers with yours. Your shoulders brushed every then and there. "You looked cool back then" he said, still with his monotone voice, but you could discern a small tone of excitement in his voice.

Heyaa! Hope you liked it ! I feel like rin personality wasn't really on point here but nothing else coming to mind. I'm glad you requested this, it was really fun to write.

#ness alexis x reader #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock fanfic #x reader #bllk x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #bllk fanfic #ness x reader #Micheal kaiser x reader #rin itoshi x reader #sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #sae fanfic #rin itoshi fanfic #blood

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phoneuserhana333 · 9 months

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.°˖✧ part 2/3: neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°˖✧

tags: arguing, enemies to lovers, sick!reader, sleepy!abby, yelling on the street, reader’s ex gf, implied doing the deed VAGUELY in like one sentence, more to be added

there will be only ONE more part of this lil story, since i’m afraid of dragging it on for too long!! i might write smth more abt ellie/dina/jesse in this au, but that’ll be it i think! i’ll be starting a smau soon tho :>

PART1 — PART3 — NSFWHC — N(SFW)HC

• after that first awful meeting, abby was ready to give you a piece of her mind. later that day, after a hectic day at work amplified her irritation, she couldn’t hold back.

• she knocked on your door, red-eyed and raging, just hoping to get the conversation over with before she could finally rest in the comfort of her home.

• on the other hand, you were nervous; you cleaned your entire house, took one of those tiring ‘everything showers’ and got dressed in a casual but put together outfit, hoping your mysterious blonde neighbor would appreciate it

• your first mistake was thinking abby would be softened by a cute outfit and some vanilla candles

• abby wasn’t impressed at all. she thought your lilac baby tee was too tight and that your perfume was too sweet. you were annoyingly artistic and carefree in her eyes, unserious to a fault. all the traits that she’d been taught to look down on

• so naturally, she chewed you up and spat you out.

“you need to start being more thoughtful, you aren’t living in the middle of a forest with nobody around!”

“and these parties? do you have to play the music that loud?! and who even are those people?!”

“don’t get me started on the singing and the overplayed songs you always go for. what do you even do for work?!”

• that was the drop that overfilled the cup and made the coquettish gaze you were sending your hot neighbor turn cold. complaining for ten minutes non stop about your loudness wasn’t an issue. in fact, you were planning on dialing it down for the cute, frustrated doctor.

• but coming after you job? the thing you were extremely passionate about? no way you’d let that slide.

“what the fuck is your problem, huh?!”

“… my problem?!”

• and so the two of you kept arguing on the street for the next forty minutes, neither side letting up, until the couple that lived next to you peeked their heads out the window and yelled at you to quiet down, ironically enough.

• abby eyed you one last time, disheveled and agitated. she brushed loose blonde hairs out of her face and pulled her keys out, walking over to the steps that lead to her house.

• you were pouting; this didn’t go as planned. you watched as she unlocked the door, her unforgiving gaze meeting you one last time before she left you with a final statement for the night, before she slammed her front door hard enough to shake both of your homes

“you better be quiet from now on. or else.”

• you obviously didn’t care at all what abby thought after this… interesting meeting, so you decided to be louder than before (if that was even possible)

• the following week consisted of the same old routine, over and over again. you would play the piano loudly, sing late into the night and invite friends over (even an ex girlfriend, making sure to moan extra loud that night)

• which annoyed abby to no end, of course. she calmed down to the best of her abilities, and decided to look at her options. she could call the police, but that was too far. you were still neighbors and she didn’t want to risk getting a bad reputation with other neighborhood residents. and talking to you didn’t help at all.

• so she settled on writing notes. every morning before leaving for work, blondie would leave a passive aggressive message taped to your front door, smirking as she did.

• she knew they would annoy you since she made sure to make them related to your job or your music taste or whatever she thought would make your blood boil.

• but you were unbothered and patient, choosing to save the notes in a box under your bed. all of then made rounds in various group chats since you were complaining to everybody and their mother that your neighbor (now known as abigail) was the worst.

• what made you show up at abby’s door was a message that read: “maybe you should learn how to sing before doing it this late. much love, your next door neighbor abigail”

• you didn’t find this note. however, your ex did, showing it to you as she laughed at how silly it was. you played along, laughing as embarrassment ate at your pride slowly.

• it’s safe to say that rekindling your romance with said ex didn’t go well

• that night, you slammed your balled up fists on abby’s door, ready to take action against her pushing your buttons with these notes. being embarrassed in the comfort of your own presence was different than being teased by someone you dated in the past

• abby opened the door, groggy and hollow eyed. she was wearing a dark blue pajama set, silken and fitted, and she had her neatly brushed hair let down. she’s still so prim and proper, even when she’s sleeping, you think

“whaddya need, sweetheart?”

• the way abby spoke made you feel like your brain became scrambled. sweetheart?! where did that come from?! you quickly snapped back from your dazed gaze set on her lips and retorted:

“what’s up with these notes, huh?!”

“they got you to stop, didn’t they? you’ve been awfully quiet all day today, unlike whatever you attempted to do last night.”

• you heated up from humiliation once again- so she did hear you and your ex! you stumble over words, crossing your arms defensively as you looked away, which gave abby enough time to rub the sleep out of her tired eyes

“keep up with the quietness and we might even get along. is that all for tonight?”

• you let out an annoyed ‘hmph!’ and ran back to your door, sending abby a heated gaze as you yelled a ‘goodnight!’ over your shoulder. the blonde shrugged and went back inside, unaffected and ready to sleep. you, on the other hand, started up with your noisy nighttime routine of trying to write the perfect song; you even opened the windows to make sure your neighbor heard you.

• and so, this routine continued on for the next few days; you would open all the windows, sing loudly, play music at full volume, hell- you even banged pots and pans just to get your point across

• who did she think she was, telling you to be quiet in your own home?!

• abby kept up with her newfound tradition of leaving you notes, some long and some short. she prayed you wouldn’t pop up around the corner; facing you head on was a tad intimidating to her, but she would never admit that it was because of your attractive face and soothing singing voice. so, naturally, she kept complaining to her friends when they went out for coffee and rolled her eyes whenever she’d hear you sneeze loudly though the walls you shared.

• but then, much to abby’s delight, the crescendo next door stopped completely. the woman went on with her routine, choosing to ignore the eerie silence she was met with every day since last week. were you even alive?

• she noted that you weren’t picking up her daily warnings either, and they had piled up on your doorstep after the fourth day of the absence of noise. on the fifth day, abby received an unexpected knock on her door.

• opening it revealed you, much to her surprise. snotty, sweaty, in a tiny t-shirt and a pair of suede shorts in late november new york cold, shaking as you tried to clear your throat.

• for the fist time since you two met, abby felt her heart squeeze because of some tight, uncomfortably soft and fuzzy feeling. a mixture of pity and the urge to coo at your sickly appearance bubbled up and made her gulp- had you always been this… helpless? meek?

• … cute?

• all of these thoughts that crawled their way into abby’s head were solidified with one nasally question asked by you:

“… do you have any tylenon?”

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #tlou #wlw #abby anderson x y/n #tlou x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby the last of us #the last of us #ellie williams #sapphic #abby anderson headcanons

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sleeping-sirens · 1 year

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hey nimi, i hope you’re well! i really loved the drabble you did “morning with haechan” and i was wondering if you could write a scenario with mark maybe teaching f reader how to speak korean + every time she gets it correct, he’ll reward her with a kiss or smth (i like to think mark would actually be really affectionate to his partner) 🥹 thank you <3 this was inspired by mark helping jaemin speak english, it was such a sweet scene, here’s the link: https://twitter.com/markclty/status/1640862192810569728?s=46&t=Tq9aSdZbZ4voR3kbqgerrw

가르쳐 줘 (teach me) 𖤐 lee mark

pairing : idol mark x f reader.

genre : lots of fluffffffff, domestic, established relationship.

summary : what the request said, and i also was inspired by his moment with jungwoo in their relay cam where each had to come up with a word that starts with what the previous word that’s been said ended with (idk if i explained that right but you can watch it here if you still haven’t 🥹).

word count : 2810 words.

warnings : mark whispering that’s my girl this is a huge warning😵‍💫 and maybe suggestive towards the end? other than that everything is just so cute and wholesome 😭🥹🫶🏼

a/n : hey anon! i hope you enjoyed this! sorry it took too long i was just trying to organize my thoughts as my brain is just rotting with heachan 😵‍💫 but i wanted to prioritize your request before i can proceed with writing my haechan thoughts down haha 😋 also i wanted to thank you for reading and enjoying my morning with haechan drabble that’s so sweet from you!!🫶🏼🥹 and i would be EXTREMELY happy if you could tell me what you think of this through an ask😭 i’d love to hear your opinion as i already did a request before this one and i’ve never gotten any feedback so i was a bit sad :(( anywayssss without further ado, please enjoy!!💘💞💕💖💗💓

masterlist

buy me a coffee🥹🫶🏼

the kitchen was quiet again after you turned off the water boiler. with the tea bags already tucked inside the two mugs on the counter, you poured the hot water and watched as it quickly changed its color, from clear to deep red. the steam created small clouds that kept disappearing into the air as you took your mug in both hands to warm your palms before placing it on a platter, followed by your boyfriend’s.

the gloomy weather outside made you feel calm and collected, and your body moved smoothly around the kitchen as you tried to cut some pieces of cake, along some strawberries and bananas for you and your boyfriend to munch on while chilling in the living room. it was a sunday, a rare day for mark to have some rest and just relax at home and you were so happy that you guys were going to spend some time together after ages of him being busy.

from the small distance separating the kitchen and the living room, you could hear him talking on the phone. you heard him say 엄마 (eomma) a few times, and you could easily understand that he was talking to his mother on the phone. other than that, you were quite clueless about what he was saying.

sometimes you’d feel so left out of his life, you wanted to be part of everything that made him be the person that he was today. mark never once made you feel a difference because of the language barrier, you guys communicate easily in english but sometimes you just wish you could understand more than just a few words of his mother tongue.

you bit your lip slightly as you gazed at him from your standing position in the kitchen. his voice was smooth, almost dripping with warm honey, the words sounding more gruff and slurred than usual, which signaled that he was indeed relaxed but also very tired that just one day of rest won’t be enough to make it up for all the work load that’s been on his shoulders.

your eyes softened on him, your tea long forgotten as you just relished in the sound of his small and sweet voice. he looked so cute curled up in the far side of the couch, head lying in the arm rest as his fingers raked mindlessly through his disheveled blue strands of hair.

his eyes would close for longer seconds and sometimes he would just opt for humming an answer instead of taking the time to formulate a coherent one. your heart swelled as you looked at him.

“my baby…” you sighed under your breath.

your gaze was lingering on him too long he felt it burning on his skin, which made him throw a look up in your direction. his tongue poked the corner of his mouth while a smile bloomed on his lips, his eyebrows jumped up his forehead into a questioning look, asking you if you were okay with a tilt of his face but you just smiled at him, shaking your head.

“tell her i said hi,” you whispered to him and he nodded in response, quickly translating your phrase into korean.

you were fascinated to say the least, you’ve always been. the way mark quickly switched from english to korean, or sometimes mixing both the languages in one phrase was effortlessly attractive to you.

at first you tried to learn the language secretly from him, thinking about surprising him with it in the future, but as you went on, your hopes have diminished as it got harder with every grammar lesson, and not to start talking about the vocabulary… mark knew that you started learning korean and everyday he would be so proud to be with someone like you, to be loved by someone like you.

the fact that you decided to sacrifice some time out of your day to learn the language that he grew up with, the language that linked him with his family and his roots, the language in which mark felt home made him fall even deeper in love with you. and he was always so happy to help you with it.

“i’ll never be enough for you,” you sniffled, letting go of the pencil you had between your fingers before hugging your knees closer to your chest.

when mark saw the effort you were making in learning his mother tongue, his heart swelled and grew larger inside his chest, that he wanted to physically grab it and put it back in its place.

“sweetheart, why haven’t you told me?” he scooted closer to your body that was sitting on the floor, pushing your notebook and pencil case aside and engulfing you in a warm embrace. “i could teach you,” his fingers gently rubbed your arm in a comforting manner. he made you feel so loved with just small and tender touches.

“you would?” you whispered, finally looking up at him.

mark wiped your tears with the back of his index finger, a love foolish smile illuminating his face. “of course i would. let me see your notebook, we’ll start with the basics.”

that was the conversation you guys had a few weeks ago and since then, mark has never stopped taking some time to help you learn the language little by little.

when the call with his mother ended, you grabbed the platter with the tea mugs, cake and cut up fruits and went to sit next to him on the couch.

“how’s your family?” you asked as you handed his tea mug over to him.

“thanks babe,” mark sat up straight and quickly took the cup from your hands, giving you a quick peck on the lips as a thank you before he answered your question. “they’re doing good, they’re on a vacation in gangwon right now.” he talked before taking a sip.

“really? it’s cold right now to be in a beach area,” you wondered, plopping a strawberry inside your mouth.

“exactly,” mark swallowed his cake bite, “their plan was to see the snow on the beach.” his eyes traveled up to give you an encouraging look, the words being something you knew the translation to them in korean.

you quickly understood your assignment. “해변에 눈 (haebyeon-ae noon),” you smiled as you answered confidently.

“good job, babe,” he scrunched his nose at you, following it by a bright smile. “let’s see if you can translate another word, how about that?”

“mark, this is supposed to be your rest day,” you laughed, leaning on his shoulder.

“i am resting,” he reassured, his hand reaching out to secure your head on his shoulder when you wanted to pull away from his body. this little action was enough to send your heart into a frenzy of heartbeats and butterflies.

“mmm,” mark hummed, the vibrations of his voice spreading throughout your body and making you feel at ease. “if you could tell me what we’re doing right now, in korean, i’ll reward you with something.”

“what would that be?” you asked, wittingly.

“the reward?”

you hummed as a yes.

“i’ll let you know when you give an answer, and it needs to be right.”

“mark,” you whined. “that’s unfair!”

“how would that be unfair babe,” mark laughed, his body rocking along yours. “i know you can do it, come on.”

“uhmm, right now we are…” you started thinking, the words coming inside your brain in english first. “drinking tea?”

“yes…in korean?” mark encouraged you to continue.

“지금…“

”ooooohhhhh,” mark reacted too quickly, rubbing your arm and tapping on it encouragingly, already being impressed by you translating one of the most basic words in korean. you were so proud and so happy that he easily made you feel so confident.

“차를 마셔요 (cha-reul masheoyeo)” you articulated slowly, still very much unsure of your translation skills.

“very good baby,” mark pecked your temple. “but what did we learn about actions that are currently happening in time? right now it’s like you said “we drink tea” but there’s a specific way to say “we’re drinking tea”, you remember?”

you hummed in question again. “마시고 있어요 (mashigo isseoyeo)?”

“very good job baby!” mark ruffled your hair and engulfed you in a big hug, pressing your face in his chest. he was very happy and excited that you got it right.

you were happy as well and you started giggling out of nowhere. “let’s do something else.”

“oooohhhh we’re confident now, are we?” he joked which made you slap his chest gently.

“you told me there was a reward, so i’m all in or nothing.”

“okay,” mark chuckled, scratching his chin. “how would you say that the weather is cold outside and you just wanna chill with your talented and handsome boyfriend?”

“that’s intermediate level mark, i’m still a beginner.”

“come on babe, i know you can do it.” he made you pull away from his chest and positioned you to be sitting in front of him on the couch. he stretched his legs in a way that you would be sitting between them before he wrapped them behind your back and pulled you closer to his body.

the heat raised to your ear at his swift movement and the proximity of his body made your heart beat like crazy. mark’s hands reached for your thighs and spread them so he could be positioned in the middle of them as well, before helping you wrap them around his waist.

inside your head, you just tried to control your breathing. your brain felt mushy, thoughts evaporating while your ears buzzed with exhilaration. your pupils dilated as you fixated mark’s face, your gaze zeroing on the mole on his face to avoid looking directly into his eyes.

“babe?” he tapped on your cheek and chuckled when he saw your flustered state. “you’re zoning out, there’s a reward remember?”

“yeah…yes! the reward,” you laughed nervously, wondering what the reward would be. you were already trembling and your heart was palpitating with mark’s face being so close to yours, you could feel his breath fanning over your skin.

“okay, let’s start with translating “the weather is cold outside” first, then we’ll go from there.” he guided you.

you nodded, clearing your throat. mark’s hands rubbed your knees, massaging all over the area to help you relax and concentrate but you were failing miserably as the only thing you could think of was how he was touching you.

you felt so bad ruining such a wholesome moment with your intrusive thoughts but you were just so in love with mark that every little touch still made you feel all giddy.

you bit your lip, inhaling deeply from your nose.

“don’t be nervous,” mark whispered, nodding his head to encourage you to speak.

“추워 (chuweo)…”

“come on babe, give me a full sentence.” he smiled but you just couldn’t get your brain to function properly, you could neither return the smile nor think of what to say. “what did we say about the weather? you learned this word not long ago.”

“i know it starts with an “N”…” you mumbled, your eyes looking everywhere.

“right!” he exclaimed, leaning in to give you a small kiss on the cheek. “here’s a small reward for remembering the start of the word.”

your heart was going to burst out of your chest at how kind and patient mark was with you. and you tried so hard to get the sentence right so you could see his proud smile blooming on his face again.

“날씨가 추워요 (nalssi-ga chuwoyeo)-“you stopped before he could react, “mark i don’t know how to say outside in korean,” you pouted, looking down at your fiddling fingers.

“it’s okay baby, you’re doing so good already.” he ruffled your hair again before noticing your fiddling fingers. he placed his palms on your hand in a calming manner. “in korean it’s okay to drop the word outside in a sentence, just saying the weather is cold (날씨가 추워요) is enough. but in case you want to use it in a sentence in the future, outside is 밖 (bakk). if you want to use it, you need to pair it with 에 (e) or 은 (eun), depends on the sentence.”

you listened carefully to his explanation, while playing with his fingers instead of fiddling with yours.

“so the full sentence would be 밖은 날씨가 추워요 (bakk-eun nalssoga chuwoyeo)?”

“exactly! good job baby,” mark clapped as he saw the relieved smile appear on your face. “now for the second part of the sentence.”

“what was it again? the second sentence?” you sheepishly asked, laughing nervously.

mark raised his eyebrow at you, a poor attempt at flirting with you and you laughed so hard at that. he started leaning closer to you, with his eyebrow still raised. you tried to stop him from getting closer by putting your hands on his shoulders, both of you laughing so hard at each other.

“mark what are you doing?” you asked through the fit of laughter that was going on between you. mark bit his lip, exaggerating his flirtatious action.

“maaaark,” you whined. “stop!” your stomach hurt from how hard you were laughing and he was laughing just as hard as you.

“okay okay,” he surrendered, raising his hands in defeat. “the sentence was “i just want to chill with my talented and handsome boyfriend” now come on.”

“is talented and handsome mandatory?” you laughed, rolling your eyes jokingly.

“of course! if you want to learn korean, you need to know the right words to compliment me with,” he tilted his head to the side, his long fringe draping over his round eyes, “or nah?” he whispered the last word, his voice going an octave deeper.

you cleared your throat. “right, of course, but i only know handsome in korean.”

“mmhm,” mark hummed, squinting his eyes. “that’s not bad already. you know what, skip talented, let’s leave it for a later session, how about that?”

you laughed at his attempts at flirting with you. he was just so cute and so effortlessly attractive with just acting boyish and love foolish. and you loved him just the way he was. you loved his nervousness and you loved the way he would stumble upon his own words sometimes. but most of all, you loved how he always made sure to show you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. with his encouragement and kind words always warming your heart, you were certain that your heart was in good hands.

you loved him openly and without any restraints. never once being afraid of him breaking your heart. and you promised to be just as good with him as he was with you.

without realizing it, you leaned closer to his cheek where you placed a soft kiss on his skin. and he gave you a questioning look. “thank you for being patient with me mark.”

he smiled as a response. “of course babe.” he rubbed your hand with his thumb before nudging you to continue your assignment.

“okay, so… we said 밖은 날씨가 추워요, now we’re gonna say…잘 생긴 남자 친구와 (jalsaeng-in namjachingu-wa) chill…how do we say chill in korean?”

“just go with chill, that’s alright.” mark smiled.

“okay,” you nodded. “잘 생긴 남자 친구와 chill하고 싶어요 (jalsaeng-in namjachingu-wa chill-hago sipeoyo).”

“perfect!” mark smiled so bright, squeezing your cheeks between his palms until your lips pouted. “that’s my girl,” he whispered before leaning closer to you and kissing you softly on the lips.

your breath hitched inside your throat, and mark noticed it and tried to calm you down and help you get into the kiss by playing with the hair on your nape. he smiled into your lips when you started kissing him back, sneaking your hands around his waist. eagerly, mark brushed his hands down your back before clutching on your thighs and helping you sit on his lap, without breaking the kiss.

“you did so good today you deserve to be kissed until you lose your breath.” mark whispered, his soft breath numbing your puffy lips, making them feel tingly and itching for another kiss.

“is that my reward?” you breathlessly asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, your nose brushing over his.

“you don’t like it?” he looked up at you with hooded eyes. he looked worried, and you played with his neck to show him just how much you loved to be kissed by him.

“i love it!” you breathed out, finally crashing your lips on his, making him emit a low hum from his throat.

did someone say you prepared some cut up fruits for the both of you to enjoy on his rest day? those didn’t even compare to the plenty of kisses you guys were going to give each other.

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simpforchuchu · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do sachio from high and low the worst x reader!

Sachio x Raoh's Best Friend with Suzuran Boys & Housen Boys

a/n: Wow it's been really a long time... I know... Im sorry but yk i've been really not okay.I watched HnL The Worst X last week and wanted to write smth... Im not very confident about writing anymore... But i hope you like it ♥️♥️

And i cleaned my requests.I mean most of them... I kept some of them cause i want to write them :') If i can be ready again, I will open the requests... Love you 🥺♥️

• Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

• Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: gangs stuffs, violence but fluff in the end

It was a cool afternoon. It was getting dark. Suzuran's Raoh faction were all sitting together.

"Y/n-chan said she'd come here after school. Is she coming? You know?"

Mercy shook his head at what Raoh said

"Binzo will accompany her. I told him to pick up y/n when he said he was close to her school."

Raoh nodded, showing he is understanding, and continued to eat the sandwich in his hand. He had a bad feeling, but he didn't need to worry as she was with his friend.

While the Suzuran's Raoh faction was talking among themselves, Binzo and Yn were walking through the empty streets towards Suzuran. Binzo was someone who was feared by everyone. Known as a zombie, this boy was actually quite emotional and fun with his loved ones.

Although Binzo loved and felt close to this girl who his leader was close to, being alone with a girl made him a little nervous.

Y/n wasn't like the boys in Suzuran. All they knew was to fight and shout. He still thought that Y/n didn't belong in their world.

Still, he would listen to her, make little jokes and not show her the scary face he showed everyone so that the young girl wouldn't feel shy.

Y/n was like everyone's lil sister in Suzuran...

The conversation, which was calm and talked about a few daily events, was interrupted when Binzo sensed that something was wrong. The young man wiped his smile and slowed down. He looked around silently, it was very quiet.

"Is there a problem Binzo-san?"

With the voice of the young girl, Binzo came a little closer to her. He was absolutely sure that something was wrong. When he looked around a little more, he saw someones coming on the opposite road with pipes in their hands, he quickly took the girl behind him.

He wasn't afraid for himself, he didn't care about the numbers. He could handle it. But if one of them got to Y/n, things could get ugly.

"Binzo-san... they..."

Binzo quickly turned to y/n and smiled.

"Yn-chan, listen to me carefully. Follow the road straight to the right. And don't look back okay?"

"Oi Binzo! Stop worrying about the bitch next to you and let's get down to business!"

Although Binzo was angry with the voice he heard, he remained calm for y/n. Yn was looking at him with fear, not wanting to leave him.

"But... no! I won't leave you alone. They are too many."

Binzo laughed and patted the young girl's head.

"Leave them to me, okay? Just run and don't look back. Don't forget to call the boys when you get a chance."

"But-"

Yn's word was cut when Binzo punched someone.

"Y/n-chan! RUN!"

As the young man shouted, y/n started running. She felt so bad for leaving him there, but she was going to bring him help.

...

The young girl was running down the road, panting. It was starting to get dark. She looked behind her from time to time to see if anyone was following her.

After a while, when she saw that she was very tired and there was no one behind her, she took her phone out of her pocket and stopped. She quickly called Mercy, who was the last one to call her. The phone was picked up on the second ring.

Mercy answered the phone with a smile.

"Y/n-chan-"

"Mashii-san!"

Mercy quickly stood up when he heard the young girl's breathless and frightened voice.

"Hey, something wrong? What happened? Are you okay y/n-chan?"

Raoh and Magoroku also got up and approached Mercy, and Mercy put the phone on speaker.

Y/n tried to restrain her breathing

"Someone blocked our way. There were too many of them and they had pipes-"

As the young girl's eyes filled with tears, her voice trembled as well. Raoh asked with anger and fear.

"Y/n... where is Binzo? Wasn't he with you?"

Her voice trembled even more when she remembered that she had left Binzo.

"He... he sent me away. I didn't want to leave him, but he told me to run-"

Mercy understood what was happening when a small sob was heard from the young girl.

"Y/n-chan, calm down okay? Binzo can handle this. Where are you? Are you okay?"

Y/n looked around and tried to find where she was.

"I... I don't know. I think I'm close to Housen. I'm fine, but Binzo-san-"

Mercy was trying to keep his tone soft to calm her down, but it was getting harder when he saw how angry Raoh was.

"Okay, don't worry. Listen carefully y/n-chan. If you can reach Housen, find Odajima Yuken. And tell him I sent you. We'll find Binzo, but you must be safe."

Y/n nodded

"I guess I'm not too far away Mashii-san-"

"Oi! I found you!"

Y/n was startled by the sound and the phone being taken from her hand, and a small scream escaped her mouth.

"Y/n-chan! Y/n? Hey! Fuck!"

Everyone in the room was staring nervously at him as Mercy shouted on the other end of the phone. Raoh and the others followed without asking anything as he hung up the phone and hurried out the door.

...

Y/n backed up and took a few steps back with the person standing in front of her, whom she didn't know but was sure he wasn't a good person.

"Did you really think you could escape? We're going to teach the bastards with you a good lesson"

The young girl frowned and looked at the boy in front of her. She was trying not to show him that she was afraid. When the boy saw that the young girl did not say anything, he angrily grabbed her arm and began to drag the young girl after him.

Y/n tried to resist and at the first opportunity she found, she pulled her arm and punched the boy in front of her with all her might.

The girl started to run that the boy without even realizing what had happened. But her fist didn't affect the boy in front of her much, he ran quickly, caught her and grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground.

The young girl fell to her knees in pain. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to protect herself with her arm, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes in surprise, and she saw a tall, nice boy gripping that boy's arm tightly.

It all happened in seconds. The tall boy knocked the other boy down and his friends, who were waiting behind him, also approached him.

As the young girl watched what was going on in surprise, when she saw the tall boy approaching her, she wanted to back away in fear, but the boy stopped his movements.

"Calm down, I know you're scared, but we won't hurt you."

Immediately after his words, he slowly extended his hand and smiled at y/n.

Although Y/n wasn't sure, she took the hand and stood up. When she got up, her knees hurt when she fell, she had trouble keeping her balance and she held on tightly to the boy next to her.

The boy smiled when he noticed this.

"I'm Sachio and they're my friends."

Y/n looked at the face that was looking at her and smiled. She shook her head and looked at the other boys as well.

"I... Im y/n. You're from Housen right? I heard your name from Raoh."

When Sachio looked at the young girl in surprise, Yuken smiled and approached the young girl.

"Y/n, L/n... Right? You're close with the boys in Suzuran."

Yuken smiled as Y/n nodded and turned to Sachio.

"I heard that they have a girl in Suzuran and that she is quite close with Raoh and the others. But what I don't understand is why are you here alone at this hour and who were you running from? Why did X high school attack you?"

Y/n slowly removed her hands and straightened herself up and spoke in fear.

"Me and Binzo were walking. Someone blocked us. He sent me away. I didn't want to go but he didn't listen to me. I..."

Sachio patted her back to comfort her

"Binzo wanted to protect you. If you were there he couldn't focus on the fight, it's better that way."

Y/n shook her head and looked at the boy on the floor with what came to her mind.

"He... he took my phone. He caught me whil3 talking to Mashii-san. They must be very worried."

Yuken walked over to the boy on the floor, checked his pockets and showed the phone in his pocket.

"Is this- ?"

Y/n nodded

"Here you go"

Y/n gave a small thank you and called Mercy again with trembling hands.

"Y/n-chan? Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I... I'm fine Mashii-san. I found the Housen leaders as you told me. Actually, they found me, but this is insignificant..."

When a relief sound came from the other side, y/n asked scared

"Binzo-san... is he okay?"

Mercy chuckled

"Don't you know him? Don't worry, very well. We'll come to you after we're done here, don't be afraid, they're not the type to hurt you."

"I know"

Mercy smiled

"Can you give the phone to Yuken?"

Y/n handed the phone to Yuken. Listening to her on the phone, Sachio was observing the young girl. His eyes frowned when he saw the wounds and blood flowing from her knees.He looked around and thought it was best to go back to school when he couldn't see a shop.

Y/n didn't know what to do when her eyes met with those staring at her. Sachio smiled to not make her feel uncomfortable.

"Your knees are injured, does it hurt a lot?"

Y/n slowly nodded

"It hurt a little but not much. I'm fine, thank you Sachio-san"

Sachio smiled and looked at Yuken who was coming towards them. Yuken handed the phone over to her and smiled.

"They'll be coming to school soon, so I guess we'd better go there."

Sachio nodded and they started walking towards Housen.

...

When they arrived at the school, y/n sat on one of the armchairs and Sawamura came in with a few bandages and antiseptic in his hand. When Sachio took the things from Sawamura's hands and bent over the young girl, y/n looked at him in surprise. Sachio smiled and poured antiseptic on the cotton.

"It looks bad, it could get infected if we don't clean it."

Y/n nodded silently. She was a little embarrassed, but she couldn't take her eyes off the boy who was cleaning her knees. Even though the alcohol hurt her, she tried not to show it. When Sachio noticed this, he smiled and put the band-aids on her knees.

Y/n was sitting quietly on the sofa. There was no one else in the room except Housen's leaders. She was used to being in the same room with men, but it felt weird that they were so nice to her as she always heard them with their brutality. She wanted to have a little chat to ease the tension.

"I thought everyone in Housen was bald"

Yuken laughed at what was said and the others laughed as well. Sachio smiled and shook his head.

"Everyone shaves their hair except the leaders, yes"

Y/n chuckled too and shook her head.

"I thought you were enemies with my friends, why did you help me?"

Sachio smiled at the question and shook his head.

"It's true that there is animosity between the two schools, it's true that we don't get along with Raoh, but I guess we're not enemies. Besides, we're not guys who would hurt a girl."

Y/n nodded and smiled

“Mashii-san trusts you. Especially to Yuken-san. He told me to ask you for help.”

Yuken smiled and waved

"No matter how many times we fight, Mashii and I are friends, so... I guess."

Y/n laughed and nodded. Just then, when Raoh and his friends entered the room, y/n quickly stood up and ran towards Raoh.

"Raoh!"

Raoh turned his gaze from Sachio to y/n and smil.When the young girl came to him, he hugged her tightly and checked her.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Y/n nodded and smiled.

"Just a small wound, but I'm fine. Sachio-san helped me clean them up."

Raoh looked at Sachio, who got up from the couch and walked towards them, then to her knees.

Raoh saw y/n as his sister, actually y/n was definitely his sister. Since y/n had helped him in the past, they became friends and then the bond grew stronger.

He also knew that Housen wouldn't hurt her, but he still didn't like his opponent's approach to y/n.Sachio, on the other hand, thought y/n was Raoh's girl, so he couldn't help the feeling of jealousy growing inside him.

Y/n was a great girl. The Raoh faction loved her very much. Now she was sure to stole the hearts of the Housen men as well. Especially Sachio Ueda's...

Raoh looked at Sachio seriously when he stopped in front of him, and Sachio too. When Y/n felt the tension between the two of them, she looked around and smiled broadly at Binzo she saw in the back.

"Binzo-san!"

Binzo laughed and ruffled her hair as Y/n walked over to Binzo with a big smile and hugged him.

"I'm fine kiddo, don't worry."

Y/n nodded and muttered quietly.

"I'm so sorry I left you-"

Binzo gave her a small flick on her forehead and laughed.

"I told you to go, I couldn't focus on the fight if you were there."

As y/n nodded and smiled, Magaroku patted the young girl's head as well, and y/n looked at them with a bigger smile.

At that moment, Raoh was thanking Sachio.Sachio shook his head with a serious expression.

"There's nothing to thank, and I know you would do the same."

Raoh shook his head.

"You have a sister too, you know well what it means to be a big brother"

Raoh nodded as Sachio looked at him confused.

"Y/n is their friend but she is my family. She is only 2 years younger but she sees me as her older brother."

Sachio nodded and smiled

"Lucky you, she's a nice person. And you should have seen the determination in her eyes when we found her. I wouldn't say she's strong, but she's definitely not a coward."

Raoh grinned at y/n and smiled

"She grew up with me"

Y/n came to them again, interrupting the conversation between the two of them.

"I... Sachio-san.... Thank you and the others so much. Really."

Sachio smiled and shook his head as Y/n bowed

"Be more careful from now on,,they must know you."

Y/n nodded.

Raoh interrupted their meaningful but meaningless look and called to y/n

"Let's go now y/n"

Y/n nodded and waved to the others. Thanking him again, she looked at Sachio and smiled.

"See you Sachio-san!"

Sachio smiled slightly and waved. He wanted to see her again too...

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by dear @socially-awkward-skeleton <3

Writing taglist (to be added/removed): @vivilovespink @scentedcandleibex @darialovesstuff @confidentandgood @spacestephh @takiisieju-moved @cyberneticsanguinaire @inafieldofdaisies @carlosoliveiraa @shegetsburned @bloody-arty-myths @zoetheneko @hi-thisiszira @admin-pipes @mitsuko-saito @malewifefirestar @krysta-cross @huepazu @cassietrn @breakfwest @nightbloodbix @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement @ninibear3000 @cyb3r-v4l @aceghosts @sinclxirx @gavincruikshanksexhusband @voidika @orbitinytheworld @strangefable and anyone else that has smth to share

This is a drabble that takes place a while after Ombra’s first day in Black Dragon. Ombra goes there just to see Alex ( @chadillacboseman ) again, and analyze him a bit more. Also, she meets Alora ( @bihanspookies ). This is not proof read!

It was worth it to encounter Kano so uncomfortably often just to see him for a few minutes. Alex Demir was making me more and more curious each day. He was handsome for sure, and also charming in his own way, but those kind eyes looking at me so cheerfully and that toothy smile which belonged to a baby boy, they did not belong to this mess of a fight club.

I put my hands in my pants’ pockets, and watched General Argen dodging a woman’s poweful punches and kicks. Argen happily followed me and insisted on fighting all day in the cage; just like a toddler going to the amusement park with his mother. The savage crowd around the fighting cage were ripping their throats apart by their endless screamings.

I scanned them from where I was standing - away in the shadows -, hoping to catch a glimpse of Alex. I would not miss that messy bun and headband, and of course, that height. But apparently, he wasn’t there.

I turned on my heels to go for a walk around the club; all around it. That was the main reason I came here in the first place, and that very motovation blooming in me made me nervous. From the first second Argen and I entered the portal to Earthrealm I kept reminding myself that this would pass. I would analyze him, his behavior and who he actually was, and I would erase him from my mind. The only reason that dragged me all the way from Metalrealm to Black Dragon was his Turkish accent, not his cute jokes and the way his pretty eyes gleamed when he looked at me… .

No! No, no, no, no, no!

I stood still. I was obeying my emotions.

“There you are, Ms. Ironhead.” A feminine voice called, a little bit lost in the distant yellings and deafening music. Her auburn hair was neatly braided, and the sleeveless turtleneck highlighted her well trained muscles.

“Alex and I heard that you have paid us another visit. He’s looking for you, I guess. He was thinking that he could use your help with that new explosive he’s crafting. And I have found you now. Guess I’ve done a big favor for him.” The woman explained.

Despite her implied humor, he intense blue eyes were daggers to my own.

I nodded. “Thank you.” And I started walking again.

“Nice jaw, by the way.” She threw a compliment in a totally monotone voice.

I rose my hand in appreciation, then immediately made a turn, and the increasing volume of the noises was reduced dramatically. I dashed in the corridor untill I reached the stairs. I flew upstairs, passed a corridor, and made another turn. My heart was booming in my chest.

#wip wednesday #ombra the ironhead #alex demir #mk alora #mk oc #mortal kombat oc #ironheart #ship: you feel like home

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 2 years

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Funny things I've done, as MDZS characters:

Part 2

Lan Wangji: one morning on my way to uni, i made myself a thermos of coffee to have during the day. When I took the first sip, I realized it was very bitter and when one colleague laughed and said smth along the lines of "too smart to remember sugar?", I downed it all at once, hot and bitter, then said "what's so funny? I always take my coffee like this". Ended up actually developing a taste for simple, black coffee with no sugar or creamers.

Wei Wuxian: went to a restaurant with a friend and ordered a spicy plate of meat and veggies, but it wasn't spicy enough so I sprinkled about half a container of black pepper on it so it would actually be spicy. My friend wanted to taste it too, and after she did, she asked me if I had lost my sense of taste and offered to buy me a rapid covid test.

Lan Sizhui: I carried various pills i didn't really need in 2 of my purses for a whole year because one of my friends tended to forget hers at home all the time and would randomly remember she needs to take them

Lan Jingyi: went to the supermarket to buy one single loaf of bread, came home with 100$ worth of groceries and no bread. Went to the supermarket again, and came back with another round of groceries... and one single loaf of bread.

Ouyang Zizhen: one of my professors couldn't remember my name at all, so he called me by the seat I took in his class for a whole semester, so he always greeted me with a happy "Good morning, Front Row, First Seat!"

Jin Ling: a colleague was talking about how many gifts she needed to buy her family for Christmas because she had a lot of aunties, uncles and cousins. When she asked me for some ideas for gifts, I said "idk, my relatives are crazy... but you can never go wrong with gift cards or money i guess."

Wen Ning: got stepped on my brand new shoes in the bus after a long, hard day and started crying so hard I missed my bus stop

Wen Qing: i was watching House MD with my mom and we both guessed the diagnosis before dr. House did

Lan Qiren: was the only person who did the non-mandatory assignment because I was passionate about the topic and got 3p extra credit I didn't even need

Nie Huaisang: made a presentation about procrastination 1h before it was due and got full points for it

Jin Guangyao: for one of my events organizing courses, the professor asked for weekly updates on the final project during class so he could offer suggestions and feedback. My team and I hadn't started for the first few weeks because we had been busy with assignments for other classes, so I had to gaslight the professor into thinking our project was well underway. I even asked several questions pertaining to topic and gave examples of what we'd already "done". He believed me every time and our project ended up being used as an example of good time management and high quality content for the next year's classes.

Nie Mingjue: got in a screaming match with my mom about some random issue and when my dad tried to calm us down, we both started yelling at him too and that's how we made up

Lan Xichen: my ex best friend got me flowers for my birthday - except they were half wilted, despite both her parents being florists. She said it was because of the windy weather. There had been no wind. But I believed her anyway and kept the flowers until they dried up completely... the next day.

Jiang Cheng: was in a debate during English classin highschool and after hearing the other side's arguments, I stood up, said "with all due respect, everything you've just said is bullshit." and sat back down to let my debate colleague list out the reasons.

Mo Xuanyu: some dude was suspiciously following me around while I was on my way home, so I faked a phonecall during which I loudly explained I forgot to take my psych medication.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #original thots #i might add to this if i remember any more

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[9 Fanfic] Have a Little Faith

Taking on a challenge requires a great leap. A great leap of faith, that is.

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This story/situation is very hypothetical. I just wanted to write smth where 5 gains more courage and bravery.

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TRIGGER WARNING: This fic contains loss of body parts, death, violence, gun use, war, arguing, and decapitation. If you’re not comfortable with these things, please don’t read this.

When they awoke, it was chaos.

Man and machine attacked each other with fire and metal.

Chancellor Ferdinand’s beautiful state was tied in the bounds of war. A war not against people, not anymore, but rather machines once made for peace that turned on the state.

Along with humanity as a whole.

Humanity fought hard to keep itself afloat as the murderous machines of war took them down bit by bit. But the robots kept charging. Kept firing. Kept killing. Killing everything and everyone with their bombs, bullets, and toxic gas.

By this point, humanity was on it’s last legs. The last few brave souls surviving through the horror starting a rebellion against the armed beasts. With the chancellor now dead, they set out to destroy the iron fist of the Fabrication Machine, the metallic monster making these beasts and killing their people and home, and avenge those who have fallen before them.

Among the war and killing however, new and unheard of life walked amongst the humans.

Three ragdolls cautiously walk through the war-ridden land, looking for a safe haven. A place to hide from the destruction. One, the doll with a number five written in ink on his back, leads two other smaller and hooded dolls, one doll with a number three written on the left side of their chest and other with a four written on the right side of their chest. They appear to be twins.

As the three dolls slowly tread; a loud, thundering boom is heard. They all flinch. The twins quickly skid over to 5 and hide behind him. 5 looks on into the dull land, looking for the source of the sound. 5 eventually relaxes.

5 turns to the twins. “Stay close.” He says, trembling a bit.

5 continues to lead the twins while they continue to follow him. Each of them tremble a bit, yet still try to ignore the sounds of war in the distance.

Suddenly, 5 feels he’s being watched.

5 stops, so do the twins. 5 glances around, looking for who could be glaring at them.

As he glances, he spots something on top of a rock.

Someone.

5 freezes. The twins huddle up to 5 and hide behind him, staring the figure.

They see another ragdoll, a doll bearing a physique similar to their own, although slightly slimmer. The figure is silhouetted due to the sunlight beaming down on it. It’s hard to see.

The figure turns it’s head to the three dolls. The three move back a bit, startled by the figure glancing down upon them.

The figure then slowly slides down rock, trying to make itself look less intimidating and scary to the strangers, discovering that their of it’s kind. It walks over to the trio slowly. The three are able to see it better.

The stranger’s skin is a white, sleek fabric. It’s optics look to the three sternly. It’s intimidating. The trio stares, slightly frightened.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Says the slimmer doll in a strong, feminine tone. “I’ll help you. I know others. Follow me.” She gestures the trio to follow her.

As the woman’s back faces the trio, 5 sees the number written on her back.

5 decides to trust to 7. She didn’t seem to be a threat. She was also one of 5 and the twin’s kin. 5 follows behind 7, and the twins stay close to 5.

—

7 jogs forward while 5 and the twins follow behind. They’ve been going for what feels like forever. 5 wonders when their run will end.

After a bit, 7 appears to slow. As she jumps over a small pile of rubble, 5 and the twins huddle behind said pile.

Past the pile, 7 halts in front of a soldier hat sitting on the ground. She taps the hat with her knuckle. It’s not long before a large, burly ragdoll lifts the hat up. In front of the burly doll is a more older doll, wearing a bullet shell for a hat. He faces 7, 7 faces back.

“I found others.” Says 7. She turns back to the pile of rubble and gestures for 5 and the twins to come up. 5 peeks over the pile, so do the twins, and they each enter the soldier hat and huddle with the other ragdolls within it.

Suddenly, a large boom is heard. The dolls cover their heads as rubble falls. 7 turns to face the older, front and center doll.

“There’s a path ahead.” Says 7. She dashes forward.

As 7 runs, the old doll looks to his brethren. “Follow me.” He says, gesturing for the others to follow.

The burly doll then lowers the hat. 5 glances around, afraid. As fear swells up within him; a calming, reassuring hand grasps his wrist. He looks to the source of the hand. It’s an older doll. He smiles at 5 reassuringly. The man then looks forward as the dolls begin following their leader.

As 5 walks, he takes notice of the other dolls around him. A striped doll, a six written on his back. He looks foward, the older doll has a one on his back. The burly figure has an eight on his arm.

5 then looks to the man who comforted him. The number two is written on his back.

Suddenly, an explosion is heard. It knocks the dolls of balance. 5 then falls out from the safety of the hat and stumbles onto a small wood plank. As he struggles to get up, large war machines march through a now broken wall behind him.

5 turns to his back to face the large metal beasts. As he begins to back away fearfully, a human races toward the bots, flaming bottle in hand. The man throws it at the beast with all his might.

Despite the machine’s head now catching ablaze, it aims and fires the machine gun in it’s head. The man is swiftly killed. 5 then gets to his feet and scurries away from the falling bullets.

The machines aren’t done however.

Bombs fire from the three machines heads. The fall to the ground. 5 is able to dodge most of them.

The force of the last bomb’s impact however causes 5 to flip forward. His face hits the ground hardly. Sparks fly from his face as he slams onto the ground.

The bomb lands near a small garden. It’s sides open and a toxic gas is flooded into the air. The plants around the bomb quickly die.

Amongst the dying plants and poisoned air, 2 emerges, looking for the missing 5. As he glances, he gasps. He’s spotted him.

2 quickly approaches 5, who laid motionless on the ground. The older man then picks 5 up a bit and wraps an arm around his shoulder.

5 slowly lifts his head, grunting a bit.

It quickly becomes apparent to 2 that 5 had been badly injured.

One of 5’s eyes is missing.

The wires within the socket of where the eye once was spark a bit.

2 looks at 5, guilt glossing over his face. The older man is suddenly snapped out of his guilt when he hears an approaching war machine.

2 and 5 walk forward, 2 helping 5 walk. The war machine quickly approaches the two dolls from behind.

As 2 drags 5 along, 7 peeks over a pile of rubble. She spots the quickly approaching war machine.

7 stares in horror as the war machine slowly lifts it’s large foot.

2 and 5 are going to get crushed.

7 quickly leaps from the rubble and pushes the two dolls out of the machine’s wake, just as the large foot lands to the ground. Dust quickly fills the air.

~~~

7 and 2 drag the barely conscious 5 back to the soldier hat, 8 lifting the hat so the other three can enter.

As they renter the hat, 7 shoots 1 an angry look.

8 sets the hat back down the right dolls head toward a still intact cathedral up ahead.

Their sanctuary.

—

…

…It’s quiet.

It’s cold.

5 slowly comes to, unaware and uncertain of where he is. He looks up.

…It’s dark. He can barely see… only a small light seems to be lighting the space he’s in.

He glances around, panicking slightly.

Suddenly, a figure stands over him, a pair of scissors in it’s tiny hands.

5 quickly moves away from the figure and yelps. “Stop! Stop!” He yells.

“It’s alright!” The figure exclaims, voice sounding quiet and old. “I’m not going to hurt you. Let me help.”

5’s breathing slowly regulates and he begins to relax. He looks up to the figure and starts to recognize him.

It’s 2. He stands next to 5, who is laying against an angled wall.

“Stay still.” Says 2. He inches the pair of scissors toward 5’s face. 5 can’t help but move back as the blades approach.

A snip is heard.

A black strand of black thread falls in front of 5.

2 chuckles a bit. “Good as new.” He says.

“…W-what happened?” 5 asks. “Where’s 3 and 4? Are they okay?”

“Those twins?” 2 asks. “Oh, they’re with the others. Don’t worry, they’re alright.”

…Others.

5 remembers.

Being huddled inside a soldier hat with others like him. Walking forward… getting separated… flipping. Shock. Seeing 2’s face before he started slipping…

…5 feels his face… his eye is no longer there. What remains is a leather patch over where his eye was.

…2 had fixed it.

5 looks to 2. Although he’s grateful for him, panic begins to swell within him.

He can’t believe what just happened to him.

2 slowly approaches 5 and pats his shoulder. “You’ll be alright.” He says. “Breathe.”

5 tries to calm himself. He struggles a bit before his breathing slowly begins to regulate again.

“He’s in here.” Says a familiar feminine voice from nearby. 5 and 2 look to find the source of the voice.

7 approaches, 3 and 4 by her side. The twins see that 5 has awoken. They smile brightly and rush over to 5. They wrap their arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“3! 4!” 5 says gleefully. He chuckles. He wraps his arms around the twins and rubs their backs.

The twins then let go of 5, letting him lean back against the wall. 7 approaches the man and kneels next to him.

7 pats 5’s shoulder. “Welcome, 5.” She says.

5 smiles happily. “Thank you.” He says. He turns to 2. “Especially to you.”

2 smiles. “You’re very welcome, 5.” He says. “I’m very glad I was able to assist you.”

5 smiles.

“We need to get you introduced to the others.” Says 7. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Yeah.” Says 5. He rises to his feet. “We can do that.”

“Let me help you see.” Says 2. “You need to adjust to that one eye.”

“Sure.” Says 5. 2 stays by 5’s side as he leads him out into the cathedral where the other Stitchpunks resided. 1 and 8 stood together while 6 was in the corner, drawing on some blank paper he’d found.

1 looks to 5 with an authoritative glare.

…it intimidates 5.

Little did he know that feeling of intimidation would last a long time after their first talk.

—

It’s been ages since the Stitchpunks had last been outside.

They’d been waiting for the war to end. The destruction to slowly fall. For either the humans or machines to win their bout of life.

After awhile, all remained completely silent. Barely any noise filled the air when 7 or 8 went out to scout. Nothing but the wind blowing slightly or the occasional collapse of old, toppling buildings in the distance.

The war had ended.

And it appears the war had reached a stalemate.

Neither man nor machine roamed the Earth. Not one that the Stitchpunks knew, at least.

They didn’t exactly mind. 1 especially. He was glad they were all gone. All the reckless, blind killing they did had finally ceased. A stressed little king would want peace and quiet anyway.

It’s late in the morning within the cathedral. It’s quiet, peaceful. Just as 1 would want it.

Everyone is off doing their own thing. 6 and the twins are in their own corner, the twins watching 6 draw. 7 was off improving her fighting skills. 2 and 5 were somewhere up in the nearly broken tower above. All while 1 sat on his throne. 8 was keeping an eye on his ruler as he sharpened his blade.

1 was practically falling asleep on his throne. He wasn’t doing much at all. The Stitchpunks weren’t in danger. Why stay awake when you can sleep like the leisurely free king you are?

Suddenly; the sound of small, clacking footsteps is heard.

1 groans slightly. Who could be approaching him now?

1 opens his eyes a tad to see 6 and twins approaching his throne. 6 is holding a sheet of paper in his pen nib fingers, one he had drawn on.

“What is that?” 1 hisses as he moves forward to gander at 6’s art.

“T-the Beast.” Says 6. “The Beast.”

8 then sets down his blade and struts over to 6. He gazes at the drawing.

The drawing is a depiction of a cat-like beast with long, sharp claws and piercing eyes.

“Hm.” 1 hums. “Warn the others. We shall stay hidden until this beast dies.”

8 looks up to 1, slightly confused, as 6 smiles slightly and nods. As he turns, he looks to the twins. “Stay here.” He says softly. The twins scurry back over to their corner while 6 heads off to find the others.

—

2 and 5 stand in a rickety tower at the top of the cathedral. It looks as if it was broken apart by a plane shooting at it. That wouldn’t be much of a surprise, considering that a plane was actually lodged into the side of the cathedral.

2 glances around, looking at what could be remade to assist the others, while 5 looks to 2. He’s not exactly certain of what he can do to help.

2 and 5 had begun to bond a bit since the elder had patched 5 up. 5 admired 2 and his knowledge on things. Not only medical wise, but also his knowledge in tinkering. He usually appeared to be working on some contraption of his since he and the others had arrived at their sanctuary. His most recent being an elevator 7 helped him with that leads up to the broken tower.

5 wants to be like 2.

Knowing and caring towards others. A kind, nurturing soul.

The question though is where he should start.

…Maybe he could ask 2? Ask him to help him?

“Hmm…” 2 hums in thought. “…We could use this.”

5 stands behind, trying to gain some courage to stand up and ask. He eventually perks his head up to 2.

“…H-hey, 2?” 5 asks. “Can I ask you something?”

2 turns back to face 5. “Yes, 5?” 2 asks. “What is it?”

Just before 5 can speak, they hear something from down below.

“Hey!” Shouts a quiet and soft, yet still audible voice from below. They look down from beyond the elevator.

They see 6, looking up to the tower. He wants to come up.

“Hold on! We’re coming!” Says 5. He and 2 begin lowering the basket elevator. 6 watches as the lift slowly descends toward him. Once it reaches his level, 6 climbs in and the lift is pulled back up.

Once 6 reaches the tower, 2 and 5 face him. “What do you need?” 2 asks politely.

“The Beast.” 6 holds his drawing up for the two to see.

5 is immediately terrified. 2 however, appears a bit intrigued, although slightly afraid.

“Is there anything you know?” 2 asks while 5 stares at the drawing.

“Dangerous.” Says 6. “1 s-said to warn you. To stay here.”

“Ah, I see.” Says 2. “Thank you, 6.”

6 smiles. “Y-you’re welcome.” He says softly.

2 and 5 let 6 back down. Once he reaches the floor the two men look back at each other.

“What did you want to ask?” 2 asks 5.

5 hesitates a bit. The worst he could say is no.

Although, 2 likely wouldn't refuse to help a friend.

“I-I, uh...” 5 stammers. “I-I wanted to ask if you'd like to teach me how to do what you do? Fix and make things? ...Sorry, if that sounds like a waste of time. I'd understand if you'd—“

“5, my boy!” Says 2, astonished by the request. “It wouldn't be a waste of time at all! I'd be very glad to mentor you.”

5 smiles a bit. “Really?”

2 chuckles a bit. “Of course, 5.” Says 2. “No one within our group has ever been interested in such things. I am very glad you asked.”

5 almost can't believe what he heard. “…Thanks, 2.”

“No need for thanks.” Says 2. “I'm certain I can find something to start you off on the right foot....”

2 glances around. He spots some metal scraps and glass sitting off the side. He scoops the materials in his hands. The gears in his head begin to turn, trying to come up with something to make from what he’s found.

“Hm…” 2 hums. “…A telescope, maybe.”

~~~

It wasn’t long before the tower became more ornate.

Most of the mess was cleared out. Various things being piled up into what 2 and 5 would or wouldn’t need.

2 and 5 worked at the area. Making a small telescope for the center of what they had made the Watchtower. 2 assisted 5 with most of it, wanting him to learn head on. 5 was a fast learner, quickly catching on with what 2 was teaching him.

The two eventually made a small platform to hoist the telescope onto, along with extra lenses for it, using whatever left over scraps they could find within hidden parts of the cathedral. They even used a flag they found as a roof for the tower.

The telescope slowly but surely came together. 5 and 2 couldn’t help but be proud of themselves.

2 was especially proud of 5 however.

The one-eyed man quickly learned and assisted in the telescope’s making. He couldn’t be more proud of the young man.

The two Stitchpunks look to each other. “You did very well.” Says 2 to 5. “I’m very proud of you.”

5 rubs the back of his head. “Oh, thank you.” He says. “I did better than I thought.”

“No, don’t word it that way.” Says 2. “Don’t underestimate yourself. You did great.”

5 smiles at 2’s kind words. Never did he expect to hear them from him.

2 looks out from beyond the Watchtower. The sun is setting.

“We should head back down.” Says 2. “Night is upon us.”

5 looks over his shoulder. The sun is quickly approaching the horizon. “Oh, yeah, we should.” He says.

The two dolls approach the lift and head back down from the Watchtower. The lift stops and 5 steps out. 2, however, stays in. The lift lowers further after 5 steps out.

5 turns back to 2. “2!?” He exclaims.

“There’s somewhere I want to be.” Says 2, looking to 5 from below.

“Oh.” 5 exclaims. “Will you be okay? It’s late.”

“I’ll be fine.” 2 exclaims from below. “Good night.”

“G-good night.” Exclaims 5 as 2 descends.

5 looks on as 2 leaves his view.

—

2 stops the lift at the lowest point it can reach. He exits the lift and walks forward toward a small hole in the wall, leading to a barren and messy storage room. He steps inside and looks around, although he can barely see a thing.

“…Oh, dear.” Says 2. “I should’ve brought a light… I should get to work on this room…”

2 steps out of the room and back to lift to find a match or candle he can use. As he walks back, he sees the lift being taken back up. However, no one appears to be in it.

2 gasps and scurries over to the lift as best as he can, almost tripping. He watches as the lift escapes his view.

2 sighs, disappointed. He sits down against a wall and waits for the lift to return. He begins to daydream, think about what he could do with that room. Or what he called his soon-to-be workshop.

It’s not for awhile until he hears the creaking of the lift coming back down. He looks up. As the lift slowly comes into view, he sees 6 within it, holding one of his drawings. 5 is next to him, holding a match.

“Oh!” Says 2. “5 and 6! What brings you here?”

“6 wanted to show you something.” Says 5.

“What do you need to show me, 6?” 2 asks.

6 skids over to 2 and shows him the drawing he had made.

2 stares at the drawing, curious and confused.

The drawing depicts that of three symbols. Symbols completely unknown to 2.

“…What are these symbols?” 2 asks.

“The Source.” Says 6 calmly.

“The Source?” 2 questions, confused.

“The Source.” 6 repeats.

“Is there anything about this we should know?” 2 asks.

“…Go back. To the First Room…” Says 6. “H-he will show us…”

2 nods. “…Do you mind if I take the drawing, 6?” He asks politely.

6 hands 2 the drawing. He studies it, even though he can’t really decipher it.

2’s curiosity takes over his mind.

His workshop can wait.

—

It’s the next morning. Everything is going how it usually does. Everyone’s doing their own thing, while 7 stands outside the cathedral, scouting.

2 peers at 1’s throne, holding 6’s drawing that’s rolled up in his hands, as the lift approaches the throne room’s entrance. He steps out of the lift and towards 1, who glares down at the other man distastefully.

“1?” 2 asks. “May I have a word with you?”

“…What?” 1 questions angrily.

2 hesitates slightly. He was a brave soul, regardless of that though, 1 still intimated 2. The elder eventually opens his mouth. “I have a request for us.”

“…Us?” 1 questions. “What do you mean 'us'?”

“I mean our group.” Says 2. “…6 showed me a drawing of his. Symbols. Symbols he’s referred as 'The Source'— He says we should find it.” He unrolls the drawing and holds it up for 1 to see.

1 glares, anger boiling in him.

Dark science.

1 groans. “…You are always pushing and probing around, aren’t you?”

“…What?” 2 questions.

“You are always scouring around for useless things.” Says 1. “What good has that ever done any of us? Nothing! Their ancient evils are of no use to us!”

“What are you on about?” 2 questions, irritated. “How do you know any of that?”

“Simple symbols serve no purpose in our survival. We can’t go out there and risk our lives for pointless things such as what you speak of.” Says 1. “And how can we trust what they’ve made, when what they create only brings destruction?”

“I doubt your claims to be true!” 2 retorts. “We may have seen war, but we never got to see what humanity really was. How can we make assumptions off of that? And I am certain these symbols can lead us somewhere important. If we find the First Room, we can learn more about ourselves! Where we came from, what our purpose is!”

1 groans again. “You fail to see through my eyes. Unfortunate.” He says.

“That’s because you’re wrong, 1.” Says 2. “What 6 has provided us is important. You fail to see what this could entail for us!”

“I am your leader! How can a leader be wrong?” 1 retorts. “I know what it is right for us!”

“No one, not even a leader, is perfect.” Says 2.

1 grumbles. His authority is being challenged.

“How dare you question my authority?” 1 asks. “You are beneath me!”

“No one is beneath or above anybody!” 2 retorts. “I’m tired of you always saying things like that! Why are we not equal? I’d like to know.” Sarcasm echos in his words.

“8!” 1 suddenly shouts. “Take care of him. It appears 2 here needs to be a taught a lesson.”

8 smirks. He approaches the older man, blade in hand. 2 quickly steps back. Before he can flee, 8 tackles him. The bulky man scurries to a wall and slams 2 against it. 8 puts his blade directly up to his neck.

“Y-you wouldn’t dare.” 2 stammers, petrified yet still trying to stand tall.

8 moves in closer, his blade barely touching the thread on 2’s neck. The elder tries not to move, trying to keep himself from getting hurt.

The bulky man continues to hold his blade in that one spot. 2 stays still, slowly losing his bravery, anticipating the worst. His voice trembles with fear.

1 looks on to the scene, smirking. “You can let him go now.” He says. “I believe that is enough.”

8 then moves back, allowing 2 to smack onto the floor. He barely lands on his feet and he slips to his side. He breathes hastily.

“Consider this a lesson worth remembering, my dear friend.” Says 1.

2 slowly rises to his feet and glances to 1. He scoffs.

He was feeling something he normally never did.

Anger.

2 storms over to the lift. As he walks however…

“Go get someone to find 7.” Says 1. “She has yet to return.”

“I will.” Says 2, his voice seething with irritation.

2 heads to the lift and enters it, slamming the small little door to it. He lifts himself up. Up to the Watchtower.

On his throne, 1 sits, full of pride.

He had won.

—

5 stands within the Watchtower, fiddling with the telescope he and 2 made, trying to figure out how it works.

Suddenly, 5 hears the lift coming up. He turns back to see the lift slowly come into view. 2 is in it.

Although, he doesn’t look too happy.

5 winces a bit. He’s never seen 2 like this.

“Hey.” Says 5. “A-are you alright?”

2 exits the lift and shuts the lift’s door. He walks to a wall and sits against it.

2 sighs. “No, I’m not.” He says.

“…What happened?” 5 asks.

2 glances down a bit before speaking. “It’s 1.” He says.

“What about him?” 5 asks.

“He said some things I’m not very fond of.” Says 2.

“What did he say?” 5 asks.

“He thinks that searching for the reason for our existence is pointless.” Says 2. “He says that what humans make only brings destruction. We’ve both been around long enough to know the items we find here were made by them. They had culture, their own lives. He just can’t see things the way I do.”

“…M-maybe he’s just trying to protect us?” 5 suggests.

“I understand he wants to keep us safe, but when we could learn why we exist, I’m willing to take that chance.” Says 2. “He’s just a coward. He’s never willing to take chances like this.”

5 wants to speak up, but he can’t help but think to himself…

Was 1 really that cowardly?

He was the one who lead them to safety. Gave them a home.

Although…

This was their history. Why avoid it?

“By the way,” 2 begins. 5 is snapped out of his head.

“Yeah?” 5 asks.

“Do you mind going out to find 7? 1 says she hasn’t returned yet.” 2 asks. “…And I’m tired after all of what I went through with 1. I didn’t sleep either.”

“Sure, I don’t mind.” Says 5. “A-and get some sleep. Please.”

“I will.” Says 2.

5 smiles and nods to the older man as he steps into the lift and heads down.

2 looks on from beyond the Watchtower into the wide Emptiness. His brows furrow.

He needs to find the First Room.

—

5 slowly and hesitantly steps out of the cathedral. He expects to see 7 nearby, however, she’s nowhere to be found.

“7?” 5 calls out. “Where’d you go?”

5 steps just outside the safe haven and the others called home. He glances around, fear covering him like a chilled blanket.

“7?” 5 calls out again. “7? 7!?”

5’s mind then begins to wander.

…What if the Beast attacks?

What if…

“5?” A voice asks.

“AHH!!” 5 yelps. He quickly moves back. He begins to calm down once he sees who crept up on him.

“7!” Says 5. “You startled me!”

“Sorry.” Says 7. “What were you calling me for?”

“2 asked if I could go out to find you. 1 initially asked him, but he’s too tired to come out here.” Says 5. “He said 1 told him you hadn’t returned from scouting.”

7 quickly appears irritated. “Oh.” She says bitterly.

“…Are you alright?” 5 asks.

“Oh no, I’m fine.” 7 says sarcastically. “Of course he of all people wants me back.”

“Who?” 5 asks. “1?”

7 nods a bit. “…He just wants to keep me trapped. Keeps us trapped.” She says. “I see it now.”

“Huh?” 5 questions.

“Instead of fighting the Beast, he’d rather us all stay hidden.” Says 7. “I’m tired of his cowardice… I want to be free. Free to end this Beast and save us from it.”

“What if you get hurt?” 5 asks. “1’s just trying to protect us, isn’t he?”

“He may be keeping us out of danger, but that doesn’t mean I stand with him. He keeps us away when we could be doing something about the Beast.” Says 7.

“He’s just trying to protect us. Protect you.” Says 5.

“No!” Says 7. “I can’t stay trapped here any longer. I need to kill this monster… I need to leave.”

7 quickly scurries off past 5, heading for the outskirts of the cathedral.

“7? 7!?” 5 desperately calls out as 7 heads off.

5 hurries over to her path, but quickly stops himself.

The Emptiness is taunting. Terrifying.

5 moves back, afraid of what could be out there.

The one-eyed man reluctantly heads back into the cathedral.

—

Once again, 5 has caught himself questioning 1.

One hand he wanted to protect them. On the other, he was keeping them away from doing something about the danger looming over their heads.

…Maybe it’s just for the better of the group.

5 doesn’t want to think of 1 as cowardly or arrogant.

…But he trusts 2 and 7 with his life.

Just like 1.

And yet…

5 and 2 were very close.

Why doubt him? He knows what he’s talking about.

5 steps into 1’s throne room, preparing to tell him that 7’s gone on her own.

“…1?” 5 calls out.

“Yes?” Says 1, looking down upon the one-eyed man from his throne.

“Um…” 5 stammers. “I-I have something to tell you, uh…”

“Spit it out!” 8 shouts, voicing echoing through the room and slightly shaking the walls.

5 yelps at the sudden shout. He shuts his eye and trembles. “7 left us!” He says, panicked.

1 looks on at 5 in disbelief. How could she have just left their safe haven? Her home? Her family?

…A traitor, she is.

“So be it.” Says 1. “It is her choice. If she doesn’t want to follow our rules, that’s the end of it.”

5 almost wants to retort… but he doesn’t.

They had rules. They couldn’t leave. If they decide to, then it’s their choice. They get captured, that’s it. They die, that’s it.

Although…

She’s still family.

…Never mind it.

It’s her choice.

“You are dismissed.” Says 1.

“Yes, sir.” Says 5. He turns and heads off to the lift, head down.

Regardless of how much he wants to see her. Find her…

He just can’t.

It’s her choice anyway.

5’s thoughts constantly contradict each other as he rises to Watchtower.

—

5 reaches the Watchtower. He looks around and spots 2 still sitting against the wall, now peacefully asleep. 5 smiles, he’s happy 2 is sleeping now. He needs it.

5 steps out from the lift and heads to the telescope. He stands there, fiddling with it slightly as his mind begins to trail off.

He wants to find 7. At the very least check on her.

…And yet…

1’s words ringed in his head. The ones he always heard from him.

We have rules.

We must protect ourselves.

We must keep out of danger.

He fears breaking these rules. Facing the consequences for his reckless actions, if 1 were ever to find out. Maybe a pummeling from 8, or worse…

Exile.

Sent out into the world alone. No where to go. No where to hide. Not knowing how to fight. Nothing to fight with. Completely left for the Beast to take apart viscously. Tear his skin and break his bones. Break his very soul until he had no more strength to keep going.

It terrifies him.

Horrifies him beyond belief.

5 trembles as he fiddles with the telescope. He wants to see if he can at least spot 7, make sure she’s okay, but his leaders words still ring in his head. If he does anything just slightly against 1…

“5?” Asks a groggy sounding voice.

5 looks over. 2 is awake.

“Are you alright?” 2 asks.

5 struggles to speak. “…I-I…” He stammers. He eventually gives up on trying. “…N-never mind.”

“5, I know something is wrong.” Says 2, slowly getting up to his feet. “Did something happen?”

“N-no…” 5 responds.

It hurts 5’s soul every time he lies.

He’s only trying to protect himself.

“…You can talk to me.” Says 2. “I can help you.”

5 stays silent, not wanting to speak again.

“…Is it about 1?” 2 asks.

5 glances over to the older man, then he looks back down. He hesitates before nodding slightly.

He can’t lie anymore.

2 nods. “What happened?” He asks.

“…H-he…” 5 stammers. “…7 left us…”

2 appears to be taken aback. “…Oh, dear…” He says. “That poor girl… I thought she’d leave sooner or later…”

5 lifts his head up a bit. He looks to 2. “How come?” He asks.

“1 and I have known 7 for a bit. Long enough to know that she was very much a free spirit. A free bird.” Says 2. “I anticipated she’d get tired of 1’s ways. So much so, she’d take her leave.”

“…O-oh.” Says 5. “…She isn’t coming back, is she?”

2 hesitates. “…I would assume she’s not returning.” He says. “No matter how much we beg… such is the way of a trapped bird wanting to be free from its cage.”

5 looks down, hopelessness covering his body. Despite that, he tries to continue his story.

“…About 1… I-I went to tell him about 7 and he just let it go.” Says 5. “I want to find her, but… I’m scared. Scared of disobeying 1…”

“I see.” Says 2.

“…I-I don’t know what to do…” Says 5. “I’m conflicted out of my mind… I want to help her… but 1…”

“I don’t think you need to worry. She’ll be alright, 5. I’m certain of it.” Says 2. “I’m upset that she left too. I truly wish her well. It is sad, but we learn to move on.”

“Really?” 5 asks. “A-about her being alright, I mean.”

“She’s a fighter.” Says 2. “She can defend herself. I know so. I don’t believe any of us need to worry.”

5 chuckles a bit. “Good.”

He still can’t help but miss her though.

Maybe what she’s doing is good for them.

…Good for her…

As 5 remains in his mind, 2 steps away and heads to the lift. 5 looks back as his mentor leaves.

“Where are you going?” 5 asks.

“Remember how earlier I mentioned searching for why we exist?” 2 asks as he enters the lift.

“…Yes?”. Says 5, slightly worried.

…What was he planning?

“I want to find it.” Says 2. “Find the First Room.”

“F-First Room?” 5 questions, anxiety showing in his voice as he stammered.

“Where I woke, I would imagine.” Says 2. “6 says it can show us… something… maybe why we exist. And I am willing to take that chance.”

5’s eye widens.

He wants to leave the cathedral. Go out to find the First Room.

“B-but what about 1?” 5 questions. “What if he finds out? What if you get exiled or—“

“We won’t need to play the 'what if' game, 5. Not if 1 doesn’t find out.” Says 2.

“But what if he does?” 5 asks.

“…Then that’s that.” Says 2. “But I’m willing to risk myself to discover why we exist.”

5 wants to retort… and yet…

2 had a point.

5 hadn’t wondered it much at all, but the question remains. Why do they exist? What were they all created to do? Whatever lied in the First Room may contain the answer they’re looking for.

And yet… their rules…

“…But… our rules…” Says 5.

“I understand.” Says 2. “You’re just trying to protect me. But I’m doing this for us. For me.”

The thought then really, truly, hits 5.

2 was going alone.

“…You’re going alone.” Says 5, worry ringing in his voice.

“Yes.” Says 2. “I don’t care about his rules anymore. I’m going to take this chance.”

…5 didn’t want 2 to go alone.

…Do what 2 would do…

Be like 2…

“Wait.” Says 5, looking up to 2. “I’m not letting you go alone. I can’t do that to you. I want to assist you.”

2 smiles. “I’d imagine I would be fine on my own,” He begins. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have a helping hand.”

5 smiles.

“Before we head out though, you need something to defend yourself with. You need to learn some things.” Says 2.

5 shivers slightly as his smile falls a bit. “Like training?”

“Exactly.” Says 2.

—

2 sits by a small trash pile within the lowest hall of the cathedral, tinkering. 5 sits nearby, twiddling his fingers.

He’s nervous.

And yet…

His thoughts eat at each other.

He wants to help 2. Be like 2… but his thoughts overwhelm him…

On one end, 1 is a coward. He’s keeping them from learning something integral to their lives. On the other hand, he’s trying to keep them safe…

But at what cost?

5 looks up to 2 to distract himself a bit. He’s making some kind of… crossbow? It’s hard to see. It’s an interesting design though. 5’s never seen anything like it.

“…I-is that a crossbow?” 5 asks.

“Yes, it is.” Says 2.

5 smiles. “…I appreciate you doing this for me.” He says.

“I am always glad to help you, 5.” Says 2. He continues to work at the crossbow.

5 glances at 2’s work. He smiles. 2’s very crafty, as he usually is.

The inventor eventually completes the crossbow. He looks at it proudly. “There we are.” He says. “…It needs ammunition…”

5 ganders around the room, looking for anything that can be used. He begins to scour the room.

“What about these?” 5 asks. He pulls out a few sewing needles from a small pile, being careful not to hurt himself.

2 turns over to 5. He smiles. “Yes!” He says. “Those could work. Hand me one.”

“Sure.” 5 hands 2 a needle. 2 inserts the needle into the crossbow.

“Here.” Says 2. “Try it out.”

“H-huh?” 5 stammers.

“I’m certain you’ll be able to figure it out.” Says 2. He takes a step back while looking into 5, smiling.

“Uh…” 5 stammers, panicking a little.

…It’s a crossbow. Pull yourself together.

5 puts the sight up to his eye and aims for a wall. He pulls the trigger. The needle flies with a whistle and slams into the slightly cracked wall.

“See?” Says 2. “I knew you’d get it.”

5 smiles, proud of himself.

“Be sure to reload quickly.” Says 2. “When you’re out and about, and some dastardly beast is out to hunt you, stay alert. Have your weapon at the ready.”

“Stay alert, have my weapon at the ready… got it.” Says 5, repeating 2’s words.

“Be mindful of your surroundings too.” Says 2. “It’s dangerous out there. That’s why we stay alert.”

“I understand.” Says 5. “How long have you known that?”

“I learned what I know with time.” Says 2. “It takes time and practice to properly understand this war torn world. It’s worth it, as it’s helped me a lot. And it’ll likely help you out too.”

5 smiles softly. “Thanks.” He says.

“You’re very welcome.” Says 2. “And I believe it’s best we send you out. Test you on what I’ve taught you.”

—

5 and 2 quietly exit the cathedral and head out into the Emptiness, weapons in hand. 5 also carries a few straw sewing needles in a small pack 2 had made. 2 appears unfazed by the world around him, 5 however…

Even after his talk with 2, it all overwhelms him. He simply can’t shake his horrible thoughts away.

5 stares at his feet as he walks, worry blanketing his face.

“5?” 2 asks. “Are you alright?”

5 hesitates before shooting his face to 2. “W-we should go back.” He says.

“5.” 2 says sternly. “You’ll be alright. We’ll be alright. Don’t worry. Everything will be okay. Have a little faith.”

5 wants to speak again, but he stops himself.

2’s words repeat in his mind…

Have a little faith.

5 takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “…I’ll be okay. He won’t find out… have a little faith…”

2 nods proudly. “Follow me.” He says.

5 stays close as 2 treads forward, his dual-bladed spear clenched in his hand.

It’s almost intimidating, seeing 2 with a weapon in hand. 5 had never seen him fight.

“…Have you fought before?” 5 asks.

“I have tried to.” Says 2. “I felt it would be useful to know.”

“Did you learn from 7?” 5 asks.

“A little bit.” Says 2. “After 1 and I met 6, 7 and 8 joined us. I would watch 7 practice. She was always quick and agile. A tough spirit, she was. And still is today.” He chuckles a bit.

“Yeah.” Says 5, smiling. She’s an inspiration.

Someone to show them how a leader should be.

…Maybe.

As 5 and 2 tread, a crack is heard.

“Ah!” 5 yelps. He shoots forward, almost bumping into 2.

2 moves forward slightly, almost losing his balance and falling forward. He looks back. “What happened?” He asks.

“I-I heard something…” Says 5. He glances around.

He then looks down.

5 stepped on a small, partly broken twig.

“…O-oh…” Says 5. He calms down. “…Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Says 2, stepping to 5 and patting his shoulder. “But be quiet. It could be anywhere.”

A shiver runs up 5’s spine. “Y-yeah.” He says.

Have a little faith. You’ll be okay.

The two dolls tread forward, keeping an eye on their surroundings.

As they tread, a piercing crimson eye stares at them…

—

It’s been who knows how long. It’s late in the afternoon. Both dolls continue to tread.

“Be careful.” 2 whispers. “Keep your eyes out for it.”

“I will.” Says 5, nodding.

As the two walk, fear bubbles within 5 again.

The one-eyed doll glances around anxiously. A chilling breeze blows against his face. The terrain is terrifyingly quiet. The only audible sounds being the dolls breathing and slight wind. The dull colors of the world aren’t helping either, providing a sense of dread to the poor apprentice.

…5 can’t help but think they’re being watched…

Suddenly, a metal creaking is heard.

5 and 2 freeze.

5 trembles in fear. 2 keeps his guard up.

“…We are not alone…” 2 whispers.

…Then, the sound of metal creaking and clanging against each other…

The dolls look back.

A large, sprawled claw sits above the elder and apprentice.

It suddenly slams down. The two dolls quickly dodge.

“The Beast!” 5 shouts, horror glossing his voice and face.

A loud, deafening roar comes from the Beast’s torn voice box. 2 and 5 quickly flee, trying to find their standing point.

2 and 5 then stand together in the same spot. 2 holds his spear up, his face scrunched up while he takes a fighting stance.

5 is horrified. He trembles, not even readying his crossbow. His thoughts are jumbled in his head. He can’t think clearly. Fear takes over his body like a spirit possessing a piece of furniture. He stands completely still.

Suddenly, with a war cry, 2 charges forward. 5 is quickly snapped out of his head.

“2! Wait!” 5 shouts, putting a desperate hand out.

2 attempts to hit the Beast’s leg with his spear to bring it down, but a claw quickly slams him away. The elder goes flying into a nearby pile of debris.

“2!” 5 shouts. He looks into the Beast, tensing up again.

“…Dear, God…” Says 5. “…I-I can’t— I just can’t…”

5 trembles. He almost falls to his knees as he moves back. His lip begins to quiver as he backs away. The Beast creeps to him, growling slightly.

“…No, no, no, no, no…” 5 repeats desperately.

5’s thoughts continue to pile and swirl in his head.

Then, one particular thought appears within the fog of his horror.

Have a little faith.

2’s words echo in his head.

5 begins to toughen up a bit.

Suddenly, the Beast lunges forward. 5 jumps to the side, barely avoiding it. The Beast snarls and attempts to lunge at 5 again. 5 leaps away, and begins to run. The Beast follows.

As 5 runs, he loads his crossbow. He turns back and aims at the Beast’s lightbulb eye as it follows behind him. He aims, then fires.

Right in the eye.

The Beast recoils, trying to recover. 5 bolts back, scurrying to the pile 2 had slammed into.

5 approaches the pile. He quickly spots 2 laying on his side, not moving. 5’s heart sinks as he rushes toward the older man.

“2!?” 5 shouts. “Wake up! Please!” He begins to shake the elder, trying to wake him.

2 suddenly awakens with a gasp. He quickly rises up and heaves, trying to catch his breath. He begins to cough hoarsely. He’s been injured.

“2!” 5 shouts, horrified. “You’re hurt!”

2 struggles to regain his breath as he reaches for his spear.

Suddenly, another roar is heard. 5 quickly gets 2 to his feet, picks up his spear, and bolts away, holding onto the older man as he runs. His crossbow and 2’s spear remain wrapped in his other arm.

5 runs with all his might, trying to lose the monster. “Oh, please! Please let me lose it!” He screams into the air.

The clanking of the monster begins to quiet down. They’re losing it.

5 continues to run, even though he’s out of breath and tired. He eventually finds a run down building with a small hole in the bottom of the wall, just big enough for 5 and 2 to hide. 5 bolts to the building and pushes himself through the hole. It’s dark, but the windows around light the building up a bit. 5 stops by a wall and sits 2 down, along with their weapons.

5 looks to the injured 2. His breathing his hoarse. He doesn’t sound good at all.

5 begins to panic, not really certain of what to do. “W-what do I do?” He asks himself. “…Where does it hurt?”

2 doesn’t answer for a bit. He eventually points to his chest. “H-here.” He stammers. He then coughs. His coughs sound awful, like those you get when you’re sick with the flu. 5 can’t help but recoil.

“…Dear, God…” Says 5. He puts a hand to his face, terrified. “What am I going to do?”

Suddenly, another roar is heard outside.

5 gasps lightly and carries 2 and their weapons further into the building. He sits the elder and the weapons against a pillar. 5 huddles up to 2 as the Beast reaches its face into the room, looking into the darkness, but being unable to see the dolls. It then places a claw in, reaching for it’s prey, but can’t find anything. It moves its claw back and steps away.

5 waits for the Beast to pass. Once it can no longer be heard, he looks over to 2. His head is hunched over, but he’s still breathing, even if he doesn’t sound good.

5 then huddles into a ball. He lightly sobs.

He feels it’s his fault.

If he had attacked it first, maybe 2 wouldn’t have gotten hurt. If they had went back, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

He should’ve never left.

“5.” Says 2, whispering, his voice still raspy and broken. “You need to kill it.”

“But I can’t leave you here!” 5 whispers harshly. “I need to help you!”

“I’m aware.” Says 2. “But I can handle my pain. I need you to get rid of it.”

“How?” 5 questions.

“You can use my spear. Use whatever you can. Be resourceful.” Says 2 as he begins to hoarsely cough. His head faces down as he takes in a few breaths.

5, again, wants to retort…

But he wants to fight for 2.

He could very much return to the cathedral… and yet…

2 has done too much to help and assist 5 to just leave the Beast be.

He helped him learn how to build a telescope. They made a Watchtower together. He consoled him after 7’s departure and his talk with 1. He taught him how to defend himself in the Emptiness. They’ve done so much.

And 2 helped him when he needed him most.

After they had entered the cathedral.

2 was there.

He fixed him up.

He could’ve left him there. Left him there without assistance, only to get crushed by a war machine’s foot.

But he didn’t.

He was there for him.

And 5 wants to be there for 2.

Just as he was.

Just like 2.

He doesn’t want to consider 1’s rules anymore. This is important.

He’s family.

…Jump out of your comfort zone.

Take a leap of faith.

Have a little faith.

5’s expression goes stern. His brow furrows and he looks to 2. He grasps the elder’s hand firmly. 2 looks up to him.

“I’ll do it. For you.” Says 5. “You’ve done a lot for me… and I want to do the same for you.”

2 smiles weakly. “That’s my boy.” He says. He coughs again.

“Stay strong for me. Please.” 5 says desperately, tightening his grip on 2’s hand.

“I will, my boy.” Says 2.

5 pulls away from 2 and grabs his spear. He dashes toward the hole in the wall and passes through it. 2 smiles as he watches 5 leave.

—

5 wanders through the Emptiness, trying to stay strong and keep his guard up.

He pushes away the negativity, trying to be strong.

Be strong for 2.

Just as 2 did for him.

5 can finally be the courageous protector he had been wanting to be for years. A small smile crosses his face.

A sudden bang then snaps 5 out of his contentment. He glances around, slightly panicked. He straightens his face and begins taking deep breaths.

“…Stay strong. You can do it…” 5 whispers to himself. “Have a little faith…”

Another bang is heard. 5 glances around again, keeping his guard up. He turns back, checking if the Beast could be sneaking up on him from behind.

Another bang. From in front of him.

5 looks forward.

A large shadow looms just nearby a pile of rubble.

5 is quick to react. He jumps behind a pile of trash and looks over it.

The Beast is approaching.

5 quickly turns back and readies his crossbow. He waits for the Beast to strike…

It’s large and loud steps slowly approach the pile 5 is hiding behind.

He waits…

And waits…

…Waits…

There.

Then he fires.

But he misses.

5 gasps.

The Beast roars, and before he can even react, 5 gets flung by a claw into the nearby pile of rubble. His back slams against it. He falls with a grunt, his crossbow falling out of his hands. He struggles to get back up.

The Beast’s quick steps approach.

5 quickly grabs his crossbow and moves out of the way. He begins to scoot back and recover. He quickly gets to his feet and runs. The Beast follows suit. 5 turns and grabs onto 2’s spear and stuffs his crossbow in his pack as he runs.

5 dashes as far as he can go, until he’s too out of breath to continue. He stops and begins to take a breather. The Beast sees this as a point of weakness for the doll. It slowly creeps forward as 5 recovers.

5 looks up and holds up 2’s spear. He stands in a fighting stance, ready to attack.

Just as the Beast lunges, 5 charges with a battle cry. He stabs the spear into the side of it’s neck. The Beast recoils as 5 attempts to climb on it’s back.

5 gets onto the creature’s back. The Beast attempts to yank the doll off by ferociously swinging it’s back around, but fails. 5 keeps himself as steady as he can.

Until the Beast flips backwards onto it’s back.

5 screams as the Beast pushes itself against the ground, trying to stab his legs with it’s spikes. 5 then stabs the creature in the back, causing it to move upward, allowing 5 to escape.

5 quickly notices the holes in his burlap skin. They all sting terribly. Despite that, 5 gets back up.

“Come here!” 5 shouts. “You wanna torture me some more? Have at me!”

The Beast roars at the doll. 5 roars back, as best as he can. It almost sounds pathetic.

5 charges forward just as the Beast does. He stabs the spear directly into the Beast’s mouth, breaking its voice box even further than it already had been.

5 then uses the spear to climb up on the Beast’s head. The creature attempts to shake him off, but fails, as 5 slips a bit and clings to the side of it’s head and desperately hoists himself there, keeping himself attached to the Beast. He attempts to climb back up on it’s back as it starts to run forward, still trying to get 5 off of it.

5 flops around as the Beast sprints forward. He can barely hold on, but he keeps going.

He has to keep going.

For 2.

He can’t let go now.

5 then climbs onto the Beast’s head, trying his hardest not fall off of it. He slowly moves back to the Beast’s back and holds onto a back spike. Spear in hand, he lifts the spear up to the neck of the Beast and and slams the spear into it.

The Beast screeches in pain and begins to slow. 5 continues to pierce it’s neck, practically suffocating it. He attempts to turn the Beast in a different direction by dragging his body, almost as if he’s riding it.

To 5’s dismay, the Beast doesn’t move in the direction 5 wants. It attempts to move in the opposite direction of the doll to slide him off its back.

This plan backfires however, as the Beast slams it’s head into a pile of rubble. It quickly becomes disoriented. 5 stays in place.

Once the Beast recovers, the Beast gets on it’s hind legs and attempts to grab at 5, but another pierce in the neck causes it to fall.

5 attempts to dig deeper into the Beast’s neck, trying to decapitate it. Although it’s difficult. The Beast continues to writhe.

With each push, more wires break. More electricity sparks from it’s neck.

Until the Beast suddenly ceases movement.

The Beast’s head falls off. The body collapses and 5 falls from it, landing on his side.

5 lays on the ground for a moment, taking a breather, before slowly rising to his feet. He picks up 2’s spear and backs away from the Beast, staring upon it.

…A large smile grows on his face.

5 begins to chuckle, which then goes into a laugh. He jumps in the air excitedly. “I did it! I did it!” He exclaims. “I killed it! I killed the Beast!” He begins to excitedly jog around the foggy wasteland, his voice falling on nobody’s ears. He could care less however.

He had actually killed the thing.

He was the Stitchpunks’ savior.

As 5 celebrates himself, his skin suddenly stings again. He falls to his bottom and seethes a bit.

The holes.

He had forgotten.

He needs to get those fixed.

Then, another person crosses his mind.

He still needed his help.

5 gets to his legs and rushes to where he and 2 had been hiding.

As he rushes back however, another of his kin appears… she looks to the Beast, then to the rushing 5.

…She couldn’t believe what had likely transpired here.

—

5 scurries through the wasteland, looking for the building he and 2 had taken refuge in. As he passes down the barren road, he spots a familiar building, just as he passes it.

That was it.

He quickly scurries inside and spots 2 in the dim light, head hunched over and seemingly lifeless. He rushes over to 2’s body and kneels before him. He touches his shoulder and shakes him a bit.

“…2?” 5 asks. “Are you okay?”

2 doesn’t wake up for a moment. 5 looks on at his mentor with desperation, still holding onto his shoulder.

…2 then begins to blink awake. He slowly lifts his head and looks to 5, appearing weak, yet he still smiles. 5 smiles back. The apprentice gently wraps his arms around his mentor, the mentor does the same back.

“You’re okay!” Says 5.

“…I’m alright, yet worse for wear.” Says 2.

The two dolls then separate from each other.

“Did you kill it?” 2 asks.

A bright smile grows on 5’s face. He rubs his head. “…I almost can’t even believe that I did.” He says.

2 then beams, smiling brightly. “Oh, I knew you could do it!” He says, sounding slightly hoarse. He then wraps his arms around 5 again, hugging him tightly and patting his back. “I knew you could do it.” 5 hugs his mentor back, trying to be gentle with him.

They then separate again.

“…I am so, so, so proud of you, 5.” Says 2. “I simply cannot stress that enough.”

5 smiles and glances downward before looking back up at the elder. “…I’m proud of me too.” He says.

“You should be.” Says 2. “You’ve done something wonderful. Not just for yourself, but for all of us. You’ve slain the Beast!”

“…I did do something wonderful.” Says 5, still smiling. “I overcame my fears. And I helped all of us… stayed by your side, just like you did with me.”

“Exactly, my boy.” Says 2. He suddenly begins to hoarsely cough again.

“…Oh, I need to fix that…” Says 5, worry quickly covering his face.

“Yes.” 2 says hoarsely. He then looks at 5 and notices the holes in his skin. “We need to take care of those holes too.”

5 looks down at himself. He remembers the holes again. “Yeah.” He says. “But I think I should help you first. Your injuries are more severe.”

“Yes.” Says 2. “And I will help you along the way.”

“…Thanks. I appreciate it.” Says 5, smiling.

“No problem at all.” Says 2. “Help me up please, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all.” Says 5.

5 then gets to his feet and helps 2 up. 5 takes his spear and heads to the hole in the wall, helping 2 keep himself up.

The two dolls walk through the barren Emptiness, full of joy and pride, as they now know they can rest easy with the Beast now slain.

From a small nearby pile of rubble, 7 peaks over, watching the two dolls as they walk. She smiles.

Never did she ever think one of the most loyal Stirchpunks to 1 would be willing to go against him and fight for what was right.

He took that leap of faith, and she’s especially proud of him for that.

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#shane acker's 9 #fanfic #my writing #5 #3 #4 #7 #8 #1 #6 #2 #tw death #tw violence #tw gun use #tw decapitated head #tw war #tw arguing

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