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barnesbabee · 3 years

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𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 - 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵

|| ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ⇜ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ - 21

⟿ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: No sensible person would turn down their boss if they looked good as good as Seonghwa. But maybe they would wish they had…

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Panic settled in the room as Seonghwa's words echoed in your heads. Yunho was dead, Mingi disappeared, San wasn't waking up and the body was gone.

And meanwhile, you were getting railed in Seonghwa's office. You felt sick to your stomach, not knowing what to do, or where to even start.

"Someone say something!" Jongho yelled, at the top of his lungs, finally breaking his calm character.

The silence in the room was heavy and you suddenly felt as if you couldn't breathe, as if someone was gripping your throat from the inside. As if on cue, San groaned and his eyes fluttered open.

"What the fuck?..." He groaned, as he sat up straight with the help of one hand.

San rubbed the back of his head with his other hand, hissing as he moved it up and down slowly.

You and Seonghwa ran towards him and knelt beside the man.

"San what happened!?"

San sat against the sofa, feeling too sick and too dizzy to sit up straight on his own. He took a couple of breathsm trying to recollect what happened before he blacked out.

"There really isn't much to say, right after Y/N left Mingi asked me to get him something from the kitchen and when I came back someone, I'm assuming Mingi, hit me with something in the back of the head. Next thing I know I'm waking up next to Jongho."

Seonghwa stood up, visibly stressed and irritated.

"Y/N I- I can't take this anymore. I'm tired, I'm stressed out, I wake up, go to sleep and go through the day stressed but I try to keep calm and be reasobale but I just can't anymore! I need to rest, I need time!" Jongho said.

His voice was shaky, his face was red and his eyes were desperate and tired. He had huge bags under his eyes, and he looked as if he wanted to cry, but was too tired to do so.

"I... I know. I know what you're feeling because I'm feeling it too, but the body is gone, and you know that if the body is found we'll all be questioned by the police and if he turns himself in he will also be questioned by the police and we both know that in either case they will be asking questions. The body is decomposing! They'll start asking why he didn't come right away, what happened between the murder and the confession, and it doesn't take much for Mingi to break! If he goes down he'll bring us with him!"

Your voice was unstable from crying, and you, just like every other person in the group, regretted helping Mingi. You should have stayed mad at him. You shouldn't have babied him and helped him cover up a murder. But it was too late, friendship and compassion won over you as if you were in a kid's cartoon where the power of friendship could overcome anything. But it didn't.

"Each of you get in one of my cars. We're splitting up and looking for him. Keys are in the ignition, let's go. The sooner we find him, the sooner it will all be over."

Seonghwa turned his back and started walking towards the garage, giving them no time to oppose themselves to the plan, or to complain at all.

Four motors roared in the garage as each of them left in their respective car to look around. He couldn't have gone very far, it had only been a couple hours and Mingi had no car and no money for a cab.

It was becoming increasingly hard for San to throw off Wooyoung. They had been spending a lot of time together and these past few days he had barely talked to the younger boy, making the latter suspicious that either San had gotten tired of him, or that he had found someone else. Either way Wooyoung was panicking and constantly blowing up San's phone, which was just the cherry on top. After the 10th ding sounded from his phone, San pulled over for a second and called Wooyoung.

"Heeey Woo." He said, trying to sound as sweet as possible.

"San what's happening? Please tell me if you're getting tired of me... Don't give me any hopes, because I really like you."

"What? No Wooyoung, I like you, like... a lot. Really. But I've just been busy with consoling Y/N, and there was a bunch of issues in some paperwork from my part-time job so I had to work on that as well, it's just been a very tiring couple of days, I'm sorry... Can I get back to you once I'm done? I need a little rest."

As far as Wooyoung knew you were still upset at Mingi.

"Alright fine, but I expect a nice homemade dinner once you're free."

"Of course baby."

San hung up with a sigh, relieved that he bought his excuses, and started the engine once more, resuming his search.

San was driving around the town, searching places with fewer people and hidden spots where rarely anybody went to. He ended up in a couple bad neighborhoods, which in retrospect it wasn't very smart since he was riding a Rolls Royce, but they hadn't been making good choices the past few days. Seonghwa headed back to the cabin where they had found the body, you searched every bridge and police station and Jongho went to his apartment.

It was minute 12 of driving around when you received a call. It was a group call with everyone involved.

"The body is back in the cabin. It's covered with all the leaves and shit we put here."

"Don't touch it, get out of there for now. I'm still trying to get to his house, anyone got anything?"

Jongho's question was met with a bunch of no's.

"Well I'm almost at his house and I can see- oh my God. I found him. I found him he's standing on a balcony and I think he's gonna jump everyone get here!"

Jongho hung up and you told Seonghwa the address. Thankfully you were close by and got there in no time. Jongho sprinted up the stairs and by the time you and San got to the house he was trying to talk Mingi out of it. Mingi was standing on the edge of his balcony, on the other side of the railing, but still holding onto it. Jongho was crying and begging Mingi to come to his senses and to come back inside, as he gripped his arm.

"It's no use Jongho, just let me go! This is not up to you!"

You and San got up to the balcony as well, trying to talk Mingi out of it.

"Mingi please! We'll get through this I'm begging you, we can't lose you too!" You yelled.

You wanted to stay composed but you couldn't help the tears streaming down your face. Even Jongho, who was usually very uncomfortable displaying his emotions, was crying and begging.

When Seonghwa got to the scene, he was terrified. He didn't know what to do, which was a common thing throughout the past few days, and it was killing him.

Everyone was pulling on Mingi's left side, trying to pull him up along with Jongho, so, without anyone noticing, he jumped outside the railing, and slowly walked towards Mingi without him noticing either.

Once he was close enough, he grabbed the man and pulled him up and over the railing, while holding himself stable with one hand on said railing.

However, Mingi's selfishness was bigger, and in the end, he showed that no matter what other people did for him, he was going to put himself first.

Mingi was mad, he thought his friends were being selfish and had no say in the matter, so while being saved, while going over the railing back into his house, he kicked it away with all the strength in his body, making him fall back.

Seonghwa, who was holding onto Mingi, failed to grip the railing harder and fell with Mingi, looking into your sad, panic-filled eyes as he fell to his death.

You bent over and watched the man you loved fall, in what felt like slow motion. His body hit the ground, and with an ugly cracking noise, Seonghwa's head split open.

You sprinted down the stairs, and once you got down to the ground people were circling the two men, taking pictures and gasping at the scene. You shoved away everybody in front of you so you could reach Seonghwa. His face was nearly intact, but the pool of blood surrounding his cracked skull told you there was no way he'd survive. His chest moved up and down quickly, for a couple of seconds, indicating the intense pain he was in.

"Seonghwa I'm sorry- I-I'm so sorry! Please... I love you..."

Just as the last three words left your mouth, you could see his lips twitch, before his chest stopped moving, before his eyes lost all of their color, before his body went limp in your hands. You stayed there, holding the face of the deceased man you once loved, your clothes soaking his blood and you cried out for forgiveness.

You didn't dare look at Mingi, but you sure hoped he was dead.

But he wasn't. And in the end. When the ambulance and the police came, they took Seonghwa to the morgue and Mingi to the hospital. Mingi ended up surviving after intense surgery, but not for long, because you would end up killing him.

"You don't get to live!" You told Mingi, as you stabbed gagged him and stabbed him over, and over, and over.

He died in a slow, agonizing way, just like you wanted him to. After all he put you, San, and Jongho through, after the sleepless nights, the constant stress, after staying the love of your life he still thought he'd get a second chance!?

You made sure he suffered, and you made sure he knew how much you hated him as you pierced your old, blunt, and rusty knife into his body.

San and Wooyoung ended up fleeing the country, and Jongho joined the military, both too afraid to face the reality and their past actions, seeking any refuge outside of their past lives. They did end up hearing about Mingi's death, and neither of them seemed to care. After everything, they just gave up on him completely.

You were arrested for Mingi's murder, but after confessing everything, and giving a couple touch-ups where you removed Seonghwa, Jongho, and San from the story, and after leading them to Yunho's body, the lawyer from your case pleaded not guilty, and blamed your acts on the heavy toll the incidents of helping your best friend, and the death of your lover, had taken on you, and the judge agreed that you should be under house arrest, with a government assigned professional that would assist you, take care of you, and report back to court.

Was that the end? Was that all there was to your life? That seemed to be the case... Sooner or later you'd end up joining Seonghwa however, you knew that much, you just hoped he was somewhere waiting for you.

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Chapter 27 - Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight (when it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night) [part 5]

Birds Of a Feather

A bit late because we wanted to update on occasion of Jeff Ament’s birthday but it’s the thought that counts, right? ✨ Hope you’re gonna enjoy this, thanks for your patience!

(In the previous chapters: after Mike has made her reason, Layla has decided to finally do something about her crush on Eddie; Sara has been enjoying Demri’s company but her mood has been ruined by finding Jeff with another girl in what’s been her room for the last weeks; Stone has witnessed the entire scene and, after some failed attempts by Layla, is resolute to make Sara come out from the bathroom where she has locked herself up)

“There you are!” Eddie came up behind Layla’s back as she was chatting with a guy and a girl who told her they were going to be part of the band’s crew during their first actual tour. She had known for a while that the guys were about to leave to play some gigs outside Seattle but somehow she kept thinking about it as something happening in a much more distant future. Talking with the crew members she realized they were going to go to Canada in a little more than a week and, in less than a month, they’d be off to California. She was thinking about Eddie and the fact she’d be missing him and also that she and Sara would probably be back to their own apartment soon. When she heard him call her she got startled because it was like her thoughts materialized right there beside her. She turned around and saw him standing there, holding two glasses of what looked like red wine, lips curled up in a kind of goofy smile “Did I scare you?” “Hehe no, I just didn’t hear you coming” she awkwardly replied and took one of the glasses from his hands. <It’s a party, it’s loud, you’re not supposed to hear anything, you didn’t need to point that out> “Wine! Good idea! Hey Smitty, let’s go get some for the midnight toast as well” the girl told her friend as they exchanged an obvious look. “I’ve been doing toasts with Cready the whole evening, I can’t miss the big one. By the way, where is he?” “No idea, let’s go find him” she dragged him out of the way and left Eddie and Layla alone. “So…” Layla smiled at him and started to talk but didn’t know how to continue and hoped he would say something to fill the however pleasurable silence. “So… what about Sara? Where is she?” Eddie thought that if Layla wasn’t right outside that door anymore then things must have been settled. “Oh. She’s still in there, with Stone. He’s trying to talk her into starting the new year in a room that’s not the bathroom” she shrugged and took a sip. “Stone? And why did you leave it to Stone to solve the mystery?” the singer asked suspiciously, since he knew the two girls were inseparable and Layla sounded weirdly annoyed all of a sudden. For a fleeting moment he thought she could be jealous but immediately laughed at the idea. “He confessed he was the one who made her upset” “It’s Stone’s fault then? It’s always Stone’s fault” “He told her Scorsese is overrated and you know she’s a little touchy on the movie department” “Ouch! Yeah, hehe, I guessed. So, she likes Coppola and Scorsese too” Eddie tilted his head like he was assigning new interesting information to his memory and drank some wine while the girl stopped right before drinking. “How do you know she likes Coppola?” “Oh well, ehm, because… because she said it. Not like she told me directly but I think I heard her mentioning him a couple of times” “I see…” “IT’S ALMOST MIDNIGHT, YOU FUCKERS! GO AND GET YOURSELF SOMEONE AND CHOOSE CAREFULLY WHO YOU WANT TO ENTER THE NEW YEAR WITH!” Cornell turned down the music for a second to yell his announcement, then turned it up straight away. Eddie and Layla turned their heads to watch Chris just like everybody else in the room and, when the music was back on and their eyes met, the awkward silence was back on. “Err, any particular New Year’s Eve’s tradition in France?” Eddie mentally kicked himself as he spoke. <What the fuck did I just say??> “Oh, well, yeah, there are many traditions for nouvel an” she answered, taken aback by the question. “I’m all ears” “Well, people usually go to the réveillon, that is the New Year’s Eve party, all dressed up for the special occasion” “And I see you respected the tradition perfectly” the guy was feeling he was making a fool of himself with Layla but couldn’t help it. “Thanks. Mmm and well, to ring in 1991 the French way the wine in our glasses should be sparkly but I prefer red so I can make an exception” “I prefer red too” Eddie was thinking less about the wine he was drinking and more about the color of Layla’s top. “And, you know, at the stroke of midnight… everybody wish each other a happy new year and kiss” “Lovers kissing at midnight is a tradition that goes beyond borders, I guess” he watched as couples were starting to appear all around them and felt the urge to drink a little more. “But it’s not about lovers only, everybody kisses everybody” “WHA-” “... On the cheeks” “Ah!” “Hehe, lovers usually s’embrassent sous le gui” Layla added giggling at Eddie’s funny face. “That is…? They kiss… like idiots?” “They kiss under the mistletoe” she explained. “Isn’t that on Christmas?” “In France it’s a New Year’s Eve thing” she drank up what was left of her glass of wine and realized she hadn’t thought about putting any mistletoe branch in the apartment. <It wouldn’t have made any difference but…> “No mistletoe here though” Eddie said, almost mirroring her thoughts. “And no lovers either. At least, on my part” she sighed as she scanned the living room and noticed people already kissing without the need to wait for midnight or to have mistletoe hanging over their heads. “Same for me” their eyes met again and totally unexpectedly they both burst out laughing at the same time. “We’re such losers” Layla stated as she was catching her breath. “We can always enter the new year kissing each other’s cheek like the losers we are” “Agreed!” Layla and Eddie shook hands “But being losers, we also need more wine to enter 1991 properly” “Your wish is my command, Miss Boulais” he offered her his arm and she gladly took it as they made their way together to the drinks table.

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“You’ve been too harsh with Mike, Gossrad… I would have suggested my ex-apartment but the plumbing is fucked up, just like the electrical system and everything else” “No worries, I’m sure he has already charmed one of your neighbors – it’s a quality I envy him, to be honest” the guitarist sighed “C’mon, Sara, let me in” “I wanna be alone, is that such a hard concept to grasp? I hate New Year’s Eve, this is my normal mood for this day” “But you were totally fine before… has something happened to you?” “Well, I’m a great actress whose strongest suit is feigning happiness… now, seriously, nothing has happened: you must leave me alone, please” He couldn’t see her but the way she had just said that last word struck something within him. “Scirea” “... what did you say?” “I said Scirea, you fool!” “No, you mangled that word, you big fuckin’ idiot!” the girl almost growled “And that was a low blow, you shouldn’t have said it” “Desperate times call for desperate measures… C’mon, now you have to let me in, you can’t go back on your word” “I can’t believe you still remember it after all these years…” “I know, right? It’s just a code word that forces one of us to do whatever the other one wants, nothing remarkable” “Just like your pronunciation, genius” she quickly retorted, making Stone snort. “So? What are you waiting for?” “You know you just blew the chance to use it for the rest of the year, right?” “Well, according to my watch I can survive this: it’s a quarter to midnight, after all” “Suit yourself,” Sara declared, finally peeping out from a crack in the door that she had just cautiously opened “but next year I’ll have two free passes to the word and it’s mandatory, ok?” “Deal” he smiled at her and followed her inside the room, then closed the door behind them.

“Hey, what time is it?” he heard the question as if it was coming from a distant voice but it actually came from the person right beside him. It was probably due to the loud music playing at the party but mostly to the fact that his mind was somewhere else, just like his eyes, which were searching through the crowd in the living room. At some point he looked further ahead through the foil curtain and noticed some kind of commotion near the bathroom. He clearly saw Eddie and Layla leave one after the other. Then the bathroom door opened once again and someone let Stone in. He didn’t see who was inside, but caught a glimpse of a blue silhouette and didn’t like it at all. “Jeff?? Are you deaf?” “Huh?” he immediately came back from his frozen zoned-out state and looked at the blonde right next to him, who was giving him both a perplexed and amused glance “... It’s almost 1991, I guess”

“You know he died, right?” “Who?” Stone shifted in his seat, turning to look at the girl. They were both sitting on the floor, with their backs leaning against the door. “Scirea… last year, in a car accident” “Oh, I didn’t know” “Yeah, you never were a big soccer fan” Sara hugged herself “It’s a pity, he surely deserved much more fame” She then kept on rambling about his fate, what had caused his death, what kind of a job he was doing for Juventus and God knows what else; Stone couldn’t care less about soccer, that was true, but he listened to every single word without interrupting her: if babbling about deceased soccer champions kept her from wallowing in her own misery, he wouldn’t mind spending the next hours listening to her. Not at all.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me??” Steve shook his head as he watched Layla and Eddie laugh together straight in front of him; in the meantime, somebody else was sitting near him and singing to himself. “When I was young, I never needed anyone…” “I can’t believe she hasn’t been single in like forever and now that I gave up putting the moves on her she’s fuckin’ single, for fuck’s sake?!” “And making love was just for fun…” “Oh shut up Elias, you’re probably still a virgin!” someone shouted behind the guy, who kept getting more and more dramatic and louder in his solo performance. “Those days are gone…” “And she’s already hooking up with some other guy – I mean, so much for being a devoted girlfriend” “Living alone, I think of all the friends I’ve known…” Elias drunkenly went on and put a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I’m not your friend, man” “But I’m everything you’ve got left so I wouldn’t be so rude, you know?” Elias retorted really quickly before singing again “When I dial the telephone, nobody’s home” “You don’t even have a phone anymore, Dave said you forgot to pay the bill!” Matt said passing him by. The red haired guy just gave him the middle finger and screamed at the top of his lungs: “ALL BY MYSEEEEEELF” “Oh, Jesus Christ” Steve facepalmed while everybody in the room looked at Elias and laughed. “DON’T WANNA BE ALL BY MYSELF ANYMORE” “I can’t believe even Lukin scored someone and I’m stuck here with you” he pointed at the couch where his bandmate was busy tongue-wrestling a goth girl. “UH! I LOVE THIS SONG!” Layla yelled out of nowhere and for a second the guitarist thought she was referring to Elias’ rendition but then he realized she meant the song by The Church that had just come up from the big stereo in the living room. She was dragging Eddie towards the center of the room when Elias tapped Steve on his shoulder. “Shall we dance?” he asked with a hiccup. “... I need a fuckin’ drink”

Sometimes, when this place gets kind of empty Sound of their breath fades with the light

“This song…” “It was Layla’s idea, she specifically requested it” “Typical El: she has good taste in music but lacks some ability in the mixtape department… I hope she hasn’t asked you to put on some Dylan or Cohen as well” “Hell, that would spoil the party” “Lambada, on the other hand… no contest, c’mon” Sara exclaimed in a theatrical way, making the guitarist sneer. “Admit it, I brightened your whole evening!” “More like ruined it, champ” “Don’t think you can fool me, missy; I saw you before, when you were rambling on some astrological bullshit with Demri: you were practically grinning from ear to ear” “I told you, I’m a fairly good actress”

I think about the loveless fascination

“Jeez, Sara, is it so hard for you to just admit you were perfectly fine before? And then something happened – and you don’t wanna tell me what it was exactly – and-” he gesticulated, pointing out the bathroom and her “and you ended up here, all alone during New Year’s Eve” “I told ya, this is normal for me… I don’t enjoy New Year’s Eve and hate parties, so put the two together and you end up with my archnemesis” she shrugged, but wasn’t able to meet his gaze. “You’re impossible! I saw you running in here, ok?! I saw you and I’m still doing it right now, when nobody else is giving a shit about you!” he blurted out, and she was taken aback. “What the fuck do you mean?? What, you saw me having a mental breakdown and want me to thank you because you ran here like a knight in shining armor?! Fuck off, Stone! Just what am I supposed to do to make y’all understand you have to leave me alone?! Tell me, what-” the girl stopped because she felt her voice already quivering. <Fuckin’ great, Fancini! Have yourself a good cry, given how it’s been hours since you last cried your eyes out! And do it in front of somebody who probably still appreciated you and now will lose all the respect he had for you! Great fuckin’ job, you outdid yourself> “Hey… hey, it’s ok” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder, but she pulled back. “Nothing’s ok, understood? Nothing! And it’s all because he...” she finally sobbed, her eyes immediately watering like they had wanted to do ever since she had turned that goddamn light on. <... ever since that July afternoon>

Under the Milky Way tonight

“Forget about him, ok? Let’s not talk about him” the guy kept on babbling. “How… how can you ask me to forget him?” she snapped out of it and recoiled, shooting him a glance full of both desperation and disgust for what he had just said. “Ok, then you don’t have to forget him,” he rolled his eyes, mustering all the patience he could “but we can talk about someone more important – you” “Me? More important? What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means that you’ll stay silent and I’ll say every single thing that makes you awesome and hopefully you won’t feel like shit anymore” “Then you can cut it out already, there’s nothing you can say that can make me feel better” the girl hid her face between her knees, hugging her legs “And it would only be a waste of time, I haven’t done a single positive thing in years… I’m just tired, I wanna be alone”

Lower the curtain down on Memphis Lower the curtain down, alright

“You’re so articulate and well-spoken it honestly puts to shame a lot of men who think you aren’t worthy of their time, and somebody should seriously tell ‘em it’s actually them who don’t deserve to waste your time” the guitarist cleared his throat, then resumed speaking without looking at her “The way your mind works… you can have a conversation about everything, there isn’t a single topic you can’t tackle – and yeah, I’m talking about science too: you may have been terrible at it in school, but outside? Whenever the newspaper had a story on the latest scientific discovery, you were always the first of us to know it” He heard her sniffle quietly and took her silence as a sign to keep on going.

I got no time for private consultation

“You’re always unapologetically yourself, for better or worse; you stand up for yourself and the ones you love, but also for people you don’t know at all – hell, you must be the bravest person I know” he heaved a sigh, his eyes never leaving the tile they had been staring at for the past five minutes “You’re a force to be reckoned with, truly you are… and I know you always carry some snacks in your backpack so you can feed stray cats – a shitty person doesn’t do that” At those words the girl raised her head immediately and looked at him with wide eyes: “How…?”

Under the Milky Way tonight

“Five years ago… every time a Queen song came on the radio, I used to think of you and what you might be doing in Florence: were you still attending gigs? Did you speak Italian with an American accent, just like you spoke English with an Italian accent? Did you still fly into a rage if anybody said that Hot Space was a shitty album?” he had ignored her previous question, but now finally found the courage to turn and look her in the eye “Did you still have that half dimple when you smiled all embarrassed? You know that kind of smile, the tight-lipped one”

Wish I knew what you were looking for

“Please, don’t look at me!” Sara immediately turned away, almost shrieking “I’m a monster: I have a runny nose and I’m sure my make-up is all smudged” The guitarist put his hands on her shoulders and made her face him again, then started to wipe her nose with some toilet paper. “... I look like a fucked-up panda, don’t I?” she muttered after a while, finally regaining her voice. “You just have a nose as cute as a button and as red as the one of a certain reindeer, the rest is just like it was before… oops, except for the eyes” “What? What is it?? They’re red, aren’t they?? Fuck, I’m not ready to say goodbye to my reputation as a badas-” “They’re shining, brat” he poked her nose with his index “Crying apparently suits you, but I’d appreciate it if in the future it’ll happen because you’re laughing too much” “Oh, shush” she pouted and shoved him, making him chuckle because avoiding her pushes was becoming increasingly harder but, most of all, because her half dimple had just appeared on the right corner of her mouth.

Might have known what you would find

After a while Stone was finally able to stop her, taking her hands in his without looking away. “Ever since I’ve known you, the ending of Chaplin’s City Lights has been able to move me, because before I didn’t understand it… I had never experienced what the Tramp goes through with the flower girl” he sighed and gave her a sad smile, slightly squeezing her hands “I don’t get tired of you the way I get tired of other people”

And it’s something quite peculiar Something shimmering and white

“Stone, what-what are you trying to tell me?” the girl looked quizzically at him but squeezed back his hands. “I don’t know,” he raised a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear “what do you think it is?”

It leads you here, despite your destination

Neither of them could tell who had been the first one to move, but now Sara was straddling him and he was holding her face in his hands and they were kissing – heavily. She could still hear the song faintly playing in the background, but all she could focus on right now was how Stone had been looking at her, the feeling of his lips against her own and the way he was still holding her, like she was the most precious thing he had ever laid eyes on. She touched his cheek and felt it was smooth, almost boyish (not strong and stubbly as the one she would have liked to stroke), and the realization made her angry; she instinctively proceeded to run her fingers through his hair, eliciting a moan from him, and pictured a pair of hazel eyes behind her eyelids that turned immediately into green ones. She shut her eyes with all her might until all she could see were lazy stars, then dizzily abandoned herself to passion, as if she were living somebody else’s life.

Under the Milky Way tonight

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snowpeawritings · 4 years

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Hi, I would like to request a Ren/Akira story where the reader got caught up in the palace transfer thing with PT and unlocks her persona after being told she will never be able to be as strong or of use like the others. Thanks and I really love you work!

yessss always wanted to write an awakening scene!

Reader is female

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Swearing

You wanted to change this rotten world for the better but you were a pacifist.

Your parents raised you to never fight violence with violence, lest it would continue this toxic cycle that will never end. As much as you hated the fact that you can’t do anything to change things physically, just being there emotionally is enough for you. As such, you weren’t easily the most picked on. No one disliked you, but no one particularly liked you.

And you were fine with that.

With the coming of the transfer student, students and teachers were already giving him shit. You knew Kamoshida's… actions in order to become the school’s fan favorite. It honestly pissed you off to no end, having a scumbag like him walk like he owns the place, but you really couldn’t stand up to him and his adoring fans. All you could do whenever the transfer student (you believed his name was Kurusu?) is getting ostracised from the school is giving him your time and becoming his first friend.

And you were fine with that.

Turns out he wasn’t the delinquent everyone made him out to be. He just wanted to have his normal future back and a normal high school life. While you could never grant him that wish, you’ll be his support when people weigh him down. Even the threat of expulsion of him, Ryuji and Mishima would keep him up, you would always be there. Even if there’s nothing more you could do than offer half-empty words.

And you were fine with that.

When news of Kamoshida’s confession spread, you really didn’t know what to think. The calling card that was posted across the school bulletin made you believe these ‘thieves’ but it was a far stretch. You were still Akira’s friend whom he hangs out with from time to time but you never knew that he was friends with Ryuji and Ann. Then the circle grew to Mishima, to a student from Kosei High, to Makoto Niijima–

And you were fine with being outside of his circle.

He certainly looked happier when he was with them. While he rarely smiles, you could see that glint of life in his dark eyes whenever Ryuji makes a corny joke and Ann has to smack him upside the head or when he says something witty that just encompasses how much of a dork he is. He even went so far as to try to serenade his cat when the feline clearly did not want to be held[1] (who knew he had such a great voice?).

He did smile when you were hanging out with him, but you never seen him truly look happy with you. For some reason, you were fine with that.

Akira still tries to hang out with you. You could tell when his eyes winced at his own disappointment when he rejected you spending some time with him. His circle of friends were his top priority as he always goes out with them seemingly every day. As much as you wanted to respect his private life, you yourself had to guess just where the heck they kept going, especially when they were a fairly big group.

You didn’t want to follow them but to be fair, it was sheer coincidence that you were there when the entire world shifted. And no, it wasn’t because you wanted to follow Ryuji because he still hasn’t paid his debt to you to buy that entire pack of Black Thunder chocolate.

The dilapidated and destroyed train station is what you saw when you opened your eyes. You were sure this was the station that you wait for your train but never in complete chaos like this. Honestly, the place isn’t what made you scream. What you screamed was when the weird-looking cat in front of you transformed into a van in front of a group of equally weird-looking people.

When the fellow in the black coat whipped his head, you knew those dark eyes anywhere.

“It’s you!?” You screeched, your voice echoing across the tunnel endlessly. “Y-You mean… this entire time, the Phantom Thieves were you guys!?”

The girl in red who you were sure was Ann waved her hands rapidly. “No, _______! We’re not—”

Her eyes widened in surprise at her mistake before slapping her gloved hands over her mouth. “Wait, no! I mean—”

The blonde boy beside her, Ryuji, stomped his foot at Ann’s glaring mistake. “Great way to eff it up, Panther! Now she knows who we are now!”

The way that ‘Panther’ had smacked Ryuji upside the head proved your hunch right; the ragtag group of vigilante thieves that steal hearts were also your own classmates.

“I mean…” You said shakily, trying to diffuse the fight between Ryuji and Ann. “It’s pretty obvious from your voice and hair. But seriously, w-where are we? What is this place?”

The comment about them being obvious was ignored for now. Instead, the brunette you knew to be Makoto stepped in and explained everything to an extent: the Metaverse, them being the Phantom Thieves of Heart, and a magical cat.

“But please, please keep this a secret.” Makoto-or Queen- pleaded with you. “Our entire work would be gone if you tell anyone else what we do.”

You waved your hand to calm her down. “I’ll keep this a secret, don’t worry. Besides, no one talks to me so it’s all good.”

You looked over to Morgana, the cat bus that seemed to regard you with what you guessed was slight interest. “So… how do you guys normally get out of here?”

Akira-or Joker-answered you. “There’s this app on our phones that lets us go in and out of the Metaverse. And right now, I’m getting you out of here.”

As much as you wanted to stay and see how they do their job, you nodded in agreement with him. He stepped close to you, phone in his hand as his finger hovered over an eerily-looking red eye.

“I promise,” He whispered to you, his breath fanning against your ear which made you shiver, “I’ll explain everything to you once we’re done here.”

Him being so close has your heart churning. And you were fine with that.

But the fleeting moment ended when you heard the sound of metal clanging against each other before Joker had been sent flying from you. Just a second he was standing so close to you. Now, he was sprawled on the floor, Queen healing him as the rest of the Thieves huddled together to protect their leader.

The being that attacked Joker looked like someone from Buddhist lore; its fists crackled with lightning before hurling a large bolt of thunder towards the group. The resounding clap of thunder soon followed, electrocuting everyone who and especially the severely weakened Joker. It was only Skull who was still standing but even he looked like he was about to faint from how everyone couldn’t stand up.

“Th-The hell!?” Skull gasped out, shakily bringing out an iron bat before sizing up the figure. “Where the hell did you come from!?”

Mona groaned out from his spot. “Don’t bother fighting it, Skull! He landed a critical hit on us!”

“Get ______ out of here!” Joker gasped out, his hands inching for his mask. “I’ll hold him back for you two to escape!”

His voice brought you some clarity. The gravity of the situation had just sunk in and right now, you didn’t know whether you wanted to collapse, vomit or both. The rest of the thieves were still trying to stand up in the face of the enemy but with it raising its fists, you don’t think they could dodge it in time.

With Skull quivering, with Joker yelling, and with you panicking, you had to move. You had to move you had to move you had TO MOVE–

“And what is this?”

The next moment you blinked, you were standing in front of the large figure with the Phantom Thieves behind you. The blood pumping in your ears muffled your hearing, the sounds you could only make out were your rapidly beating heart and the booming voice of the Buddhist deity.

“Quite a brave one to stand up to me,” he said to you, “you’ll be the first to die.”

You swallowed in your bile. “I… I can still hurt you, you know!”

He slowly moved down his fists and crossed his arms below his chest. “And what good will come out of it? Your comrades are down–”

Your ears cleared for a bit, only to hear the group’s desperate shouts for you to move.

“This one is still shaking–”

Skull was already heaving at this point.

“And you can do nothing about it.”

You can do nothing about it.

That’s always been your entire schtick. You can do nothing about it. You said you wanted to change the world for the better but you were just a teenager who has some social problems. You were always the last choice when all of the good ones are used up. You were always the one in the sidelines–

“And are you fine with that?”

A sharp pain, resounding across your head before battering against your brain like a ram.

“Are you fine sticking to the sidelines, only watching others change while you stay frozen?”

Your hands grasped your head, your saliva mixed with some bile dripping down on the ground as your head pounded. Nothing could be heard except the voice in your head and it felt so goddamn right.

“Nothing will change if you yourself won’t follow through with it. You’re only continuing this tireless cycle that you wanted to desperately break. And you’re fine with that?”

“I’m not…” You growled out. The pain was unbearable but it only fueled your spite you kept hidden all this time. Within your rising rage, you barely registered getting Skull’s bat.

With a roar, you ran towards the beast, raising the bat before smashing the side of his face. “I’m not going to stand still anymore!”

The voice chuckled. “Good. That anger coupled with my power… no one can stop us.”

“I am thou, thou art I… become the winds of change that fuels the rebellion inside people’s hearts! Show them the anger that you swallowed all this time!”

A red mask lined with gold adorned your face, the feather on the left temple danced wildly with the winds blowing from you.

As your fingers gripped the mask, your lips quirked into a smirk. “Sing your heart out… De Beauvoir!”

Everything blew back; the beast, the rest of the thieves, and your self-loathing. The navy blue that adorned your body whipped around from the wind, the coattails behind you gave the appearance of wings ready to take flight. From your hip, you grabbed your sabre and flourished it before pointing the tip at the beast.

The thieves behind you stared in awe at you and the feminine figure appearing behind you. Her ball gown danced about, showing the white petticoat underneath as a pale red veil covered her flowing locks.

“What awesome power…!” Mona breathed out. “I knew there was something special about her!”

De Beauvoir’s face was covered with a masquerade ball mask, a golden band that stretched across the upper part of her face in order to highlight the rage that was building in her azure eyes. Her painted lips parted, and a single note rang out that slowly transitioned into a vibrato as a pale green light shined on the group.

“A healing spell?” Queen questioned, her strength slowly getting back as she stood up.

Yusuke-or Fox-who had been silent since your arrival, gasped at your transformation. “Such form… I never expected her to have this much power.”

“Sorry for blowing you all away.” You called out to the group, your eyes narrowing at the beast. “But with me and De Beauvoir, allow us to thank you for granting us this power!”

You felt movement beside as you turned your eyes to see Joker smirking at you. His dark eyes shone with that same glint of life when you realized that he finally gave that look to you.

“Don’t run away now.” He jested.

You scoffed but your smirk still stayed. “Same to you!”

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[1] OKOK this was hella inspired by Xander Mobus and Robbie Daymond singing together and im sO ATTACKED BY XANDER!!!!

AND THE THING OF HIM SERENADING MORGANA IS FROM THIS

#requests #scenario #persona #persona 5 imagines #persona 5 #akira kurusu #akira kurusu x reader #akira kurusu imagines #x f!reader #x female!reader #pastelblogsposts

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Caravan of love

God I need a cigarette! I gasped as I collapsed, exhausted, at the top of the small mountain my team had just hiked up in the Lake District.

Youre supposed to be setting us a good example. Khalid laughed as he flopped down next to me quickly followed by his two schoolmates.

Fu…To Hell with that! I laughed, I deserve one after a walk like that.

Still laughing at me puffing and panting the boys whispered something, then Khalid turned to me and asked nervously; Do you really want a smoke?

I was supposed to have given up…but…yes… at this minute I would absolutely love one. I replied.

Jonny, he turned to his friend, give her one.

Id love to; but will a fag do? The good looking teenager giggled.

When the penny dropped that Khalid had made an innuendo the laughter got even louder.

You boys will get me the sack! I chided them as I took the cigarette from the packet. Jonny knelt beside me as he lit it in his best James Bond manner.

Youre leaving anyway, the other boy, Fletcher, corrected me.

He was correct; this was my last day as a teacher in the UK and I was only doing this course as a favour to the Headmaster.

Im Nina and Im a 25yr old supply teacher in the North of England. Because I was sick of not knowing which school Id be at from one week to the next I was catching a train home to Bishop Stortford the next afternoon after Id safely put my three teenage charges on the coach home to Newcastle. Id been at this school 7 times in the last three years and had developed a good reputation among the pupils and staff, but knew that there was no chance that Id ever get a full-time job.

Every year twelve schools from the Newcastle area take part in an outward bound competition in the Lake District spread over four days. The Headmaster at Ponteland Comprehensive, where Id been teaching since January, was desperate for his school to do well for once; but Mr. Winnet who was meant to be in charge of a team of four had hurt his back so I was corralled into spending four days climbing hills, canoeing, orienteering and walking through rivers with three hormonally challenged 15 year olds while getting paid for it!

I already knew the three boys in the team from my time as their stand-in Maths teacher and hadnt had any real problems with them; even though they were all from the notorious Darras Hall Estate. These three were regarded as ‘saveable by the Headmaster and the course was their reward for 100% attendance and working hard.

Im a naturally sporty type of girl; so with my help and leadership we had been ‘neck and neck with Scotswood Grammar School and climbing this hill in the fastest time meant that we were the Champions!

Youd better finish that quick, miss! Jonny shouted, Walker Academy is nearly here.

Khalid and I took a last puff from our cigarettes and made a drama out of stubbing them out and wafting away the tell-tale smell of smoke, although there was a gale nearly blowing us away.

I grinned and shook my head when I read the sticker on the boys caravan door – ‘If the caravans a-rockin; dont come aknockin! Hardly appropriate for a group of schoolboys; I thought.

Whats going on here? I asked as I suspiciously sniffed the air in their caravan when I went to collect them to go to the evening meal and presentation.

Nothing, Miss. They all chimed in unison.

If thats what I think it is, you really will get me sacked. I tried not to grin as I definitely smelt dope in the air.

The boys didnt admit to anything and we made our way across the muddy field to the main building. It was quite a distance as we had been allocated two caravans at the far end of a large field; the other schools had large tents closer to the main building and toilet block.

You look nice miss. Khalid told me as we walked past the other schools tents.

Thank you, I smiled in appreciation, a girl never knows what her luck will be like in a place like this.

I did actually; even though I was wearing a nice short denim skirt and a fitted zip-up hooded top there was absolutely no way I was going to pull on my last night as an English school teacher. The best looking guy was obviously gay and the other teachers and the instructors all looked down their noses at my team as they were from a rough council estate that didnt fit into their ‘elite club.

After dinner and the short ceremony we tried to mingle with some of the other teams but when I had to stop Jonny from hitting a taller boy from Scotswood I thought that a tactical retreat was called for.

Have you got any of that stuff left that I didnt smell earlier? I asked Khalid as I pinned Jonny to the wall as a teacher from Jesmond led a whimpering boy away claiming that Jonny was ‘going to kill him.

He nervously looked at Jonny who was their natural leader; then nodded nervously, Why Miss?

I think that this young man needs to relax and, if memory serves me right, that should do the trick!

Youre cool, Miss, Fletcher told me, with a lop-sided grin, for a teacher!

I asked what he meant by that and the boys all told me why they liked me above all of the other teachers as we wandered back to their caravan.

The boys were being trusted not to wreck the van as they should have been chaperoned by Mr Winnet but he had got the train home earlier in the day.

As Khalid unlocked the door he turned and grinned, Weve got some booze too!

Why am I not surprised? I chuckled as I took a seat in the middle of the bay window.

Khalid brought his large rucksack in from the bedroom as Jonny produced a tin with 5 spliffs in it from his.

I shook my head in mild disbelief as they poured large measures of vodka into tumblers and topped it up with coke from the ceremony.

Where did this come from? I asked as I put the glass to my lips, I know you didnt bring it with you; we checked your bags.

This morning; when you were putting Winnet on the train, he grinned mischievously, I robbed two bottles and some cider out of the shop over the road.

The boys let out a cheer as I shook my head in mock disbelief.

Jonny opened his tin and offered me one of the spliffs.

Id rather have a ciggie if someone has one. I shrugged my shoulders, Ill have one of those later!

As we sipped the vodka and coke the boys bombarded me with questions: ‘Did I have a boyfriend? ‘Why was I leaving? ‘What was my home town like? ‘What was university like? ‘Had I ever taken drugs? ‘Did I have any tattoos or piercings?

It was fun talking to them and I tried to be as honest as possible as they genuinely wanted to know what life was like away from their town. I admitted to smoking dope and occasionally dropping a couple of Es and I had three tattoos; showing them the Angel on my shoulder and the Celtic design on my lower back but letting them guess where the other one was.

When Id finished my large glass of vodka and coke we all lit up the spliffs…WOW…Id forgotten how good that stuff could be and how powerful.

My head was spinning when Fletcher handed me a second large glass of vodka.

My legs were now curled underneath and I began asking about their lives. It wasnt long before they started talking about girls.

As the drink and dope began to take effect we were all in a giggly mood and the boys became braver as they talked about the girls and other female teachers in very personal terms.

I began by admitting to being quite wild at University but not actually telling them exactly what Id done – just letting them guess; which was fun.

The boys quickly became excited when I didnt blush or rein them in so their questions soon became very sexy and personal.

‘Did I play with myself? ‘Did I use sex toys? ‘Had I ever been with another girl? ‘Had I ever seen a porn film? ‘Do you suck cock, Miss?

Without hesitating I replied, Yes or of course, to just about everything.

The boys were all grinning and had twinkles in their eyes as they continued asking me about my sex life and confessed to all sorts of things that theyd been getting up to with the girls at school who Id previously thought relatively innocent! How wrong I was!

Jonny told me that Nadia gave the best blow-jobs because her tongue was pierced but Carly would let them cum on her face.

Apparently at least five girls in 5c, including both Thompson twins, had shaved their pubes off! I couldnt remember if I even had pubes at that age!

Their dirty language and descriptions were now making me very, very horny and I was beginning to think I should leave them as I really needed to frig myself.

What do girls think about when they play with themselves? Fletcher asked.

All sorts, I guess. I answered then took a draw on the last spliff that Khalid had passed to me.

Like fantasies? he continued.

Yes, I raised my eyebrows in mock amazement, girls have sexy fantasies just like guys.

All three looked genuinely amazed and it was only then that I remembered how young and immature they really were.

So what are your fantasies Miss? Jonny asked me.

Ooh, I couldnt possibly say. I said as coyly as possible.

I nearly gave the game away when Khalid immediately started talking about him and his elder brother roasting a girl as her 15th birthday present.

By this time I was permanently squirming in my seat and I was sure that Jonny and Khalid were looking up my skirt and could see my red panties. They certainly made no attempt to hide their bulges that where poking through their jogging pants as they moved into the corner of the sofa for a clearer look.

Im going to have to go for a wank now! Jonny snorted as he thrust his hands inside his pants and finally adjusted his hard dick. I uncurled my legs to make myself more comfortable; making sure that they got an unobstructed flash of my soaking knickers and hopefully some of my gash as I knew my pussy would be sucking the gusset in.

Would you like me to do that for you? I smiled.

The poor kid didnt know what to do or say.

Im serious, I beamed, as I took another slurp of vodka, do you want me to wank you off?

The boys nervously looked at each other, unable to comprehend what Id just said.

I manoeuvred until I was kneeling on the sofa and facing the 15 year old schoolboys.

Oh come on guys, I pleaded as I slowly unzipped my top, youve got to know how horny youve made me.

The boys were still silent but now grinning madly.

Ill show you mine if youll show me yours. I giggled as I took my top off then seductively cupped and stroked my tits through my pale blue lacy Wonderbra.

Ive always had nice tits…no thats not quite right…I have fucking lovely tits…everyone says so! They are medium sized (32b), firm and pliable clay and my nipples poke up to the sky. They have passed ‘the pencil test several times!

Jonny shrugged his shoulders and pulled the waistband of his pants down with one hand and waved his prick at me with the other.

Mmmm, that looks nice. I purred as I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the caravan floor. Do you like my tits?

The boys nervously nodded. Jonny and Khalid were still in front of me but Fletcher was sitting slightly behind getting a good view of my arse as well as a side view of my tits.

Get your cocks out and Ill show you my tattoo! I teased as I unbuttoned the side of my skirt.

Khalid quickly whipped his out closely followed by Fletcher. Their cocks looked gorgeous; Khalids was about 6 inches long and quite thick and a lot darker than his olive skin – I couldnt wait to suck it! Jonnys was about the same length but not as fat and Fletchers was short and fat – just like him.

I could feel the sweat running down my back as I stood up and let my skirt fall to the floor. The boys couldnt take their eyes off me as I slowly pulled the front of my knickers down so that they could see my hairy pie and my little red devil tattoo but not quite everything.

I dropped my chin onto my chest, fluttered my eyelashes as innocently as possible and told them, Well, Ive seen yours…would you like to see mine?

Fuck yes! Fletcher gasped as he stroked his cock. Actually they were all slowly masturbating in a well practiced manner. Thats another thing about me…I love watching guys play with themselves…as long as there is some left for me.

It took a tug to prize my knickers out of my sticky pussy but Khalids jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw the long string of juice that was stuck to the gusset!

I slowly looked around the caravan at my three students. They were like putty in my hands as they devoured my naked body with their eyes – they were going to be my sexual play-things for the rest of the night.

Do you still want me to …wank you off? I suggestively licked my lips and met Jonnys gaze, or would you like me suck it?

Ooh, Miss…suck me off…PLEASE MISS! Jonny pleaded.

I rested my knee on the seat and leant forward, jiggling my tits for him when I gently wrapped my fingers around his hot pink shaft. Perhaps it was stage-fright but it wasnt as hard now as when he had first flashed it at me; but I would soon put that right.

Does that feel good? I asked. The boy grinned and nodded. Lets see if the Teachers better at sucking cocks than her pupils?

Ahughaghaghooohhh. He groaned when I covered his swollen plum and kept on pushing until his squishy cock filled my mouth and my chin touched his hairy bollocks.

God his young cock tasted lovely…all hot and sweaty just how I like them. Years of practice came in useful as I began fucking his cock with my mouth as I breathed through my nose. Just as I hoped it instantly began to stiffen and filled my mouth so I had to eventually let most of it glide out so I could suck him comfortably and stroke his shaft and balls.

My head was spinning as I put on a show for his friends; slurping and sucking his dick like a porn actress.

Squeeze my tits! I whispered in between slurps.

Jonny slid his hand around my neck and began caressing my breast; making me gasp when he touched the nipple.

Squeeze them harder! I pleaded, Dig your fingers into my tits!

Oh fuck! he gasped but obeyed, digging his nails into my flesh and shaking my puppies like a kitten with a ball of wool.

When I felt his balls tighten and his breathing became shallower I tightly gripped the base of his shaft and making sure my breath engulfed his knob I looked up into his glazed eyes.

Miss! Im cumming! He warned me, MISS! My balls are aching…Im cumming!

Do you want to cum on the Teachers face? I teased Youd like that wouldnt you? Spunking all over her face!

Yes, yes, yes! He winced and manically nodded his head as I flicked my tongue across his japs-eye.

Go on then, I whispered as I furiously rubbed his shaft and aimed his piss-hole at my face.

I too was now squealing with delight as he tried to pull my nipple out of its roots when the first jet of hot teenage spunk splashed across my face, then another and the third landed in my eye.

Oh God! Oh fucking God…Miss! He gasped as I sucked the last dregs of salty spunk out of his cock.

Delirious with desire I raised myself up onto my feet. As his spunk dripped down my face I asked, Who wants to be next?

Me Miss! Me Miss! Fletcher shouted as he raised his arm in the air for attention, forgetting that he wasnt in class.

I picked my knickers off the floor and wiped the excess cum off my face then lay down next to him with my face in his lap.

His short stubby cock looked lovely as I licked some bitter pre-cum out of his tip.

As I stroked his cock I turned to the other two, I need one of you to lick my cunt.

They both looked shocked that Id used the C word. It hadnt dawned on me that the boys and I had probably used every other word in the dictionary during our sexy chat but at this moment in time it wasnt a vagina or a pussy between my legs it was a CUNT a hot and horny CUNT that needed a good tonguing.

Jonny instantly knelt on the floor and pulled my legs apart; staring at my hot pink gash.

Ive never done this before, Miss. What do I do? He looked at me excitedly.

Just lick it like its an ice cream then, I told him as I pulled the sticky flaps apart to expose my clitoris which was sticking out like a third nipple, then flick your tongue like crazy over that.

Ill try my best miss. He said in a soft voice. Even the boys calling me ‘Miss was becoming such a fucking turn-on!

Oooooohhhhh yeesssss! I moaned when he made his tongue glide up my groove.

He was a fucking natural; his untrained tongue lapped up my love juices and he sucked on my labia as his fingers stroked and caressed the inside of my thighs and the crack of my arse.

After a minute or so I bent over to greedily eat Fletchers fat prick. We moaned and groaned in unison as his cock fit perfectly into my mouth and Jonnys tongue fit perfectly into my sopping cunt.

Yeh….yeh…yeh…yeh! Fletcher kept gasping as he twirled my around his fingers as my mouth created a vacuum around his dick.

Without using words I made him spread his legs so I could get a tight grip on his hairless sack while I bobbed my head and swirled my tongue around the purple knob.

Oohya! I yelped when Jonnys tongue suddenly touched my clit making me jump and I let the cock slip out of my mouth.

YES….YES…YES! I cried out, Finger me! Finger me!

Jonny dutifully poked my twat with a long middle finger giving me a little bit of relief as I returned to my oral administrations on his fat friend.

Fletcher grabbed two handfuls of hair and began bouncing in his seat as he fucked my mouth. I met each thrust with a bob of my head as Jonny did wonderful things to my cunt and clit with his fingers and tongue.

My whole body seemed to convulse as I gave and received oral at both ends.

Aaaaaggghhh! Fletcher gasped as he neared orgasm.

More fingers! I shouted to Jonny as my own fingers furiously wanked the fat cock until it showered my face with thick lumpy spunk.

He inserted a second then a third finger and viciously licked my throbbing clit until I panted for air then WOW!!!! A mind blowing orgasm flooded my body. I didnt scream or cry out like I usually do…I just grinned myself silly as the sweetest feeling in the world engulfed my whole being as Fletcher covered my lips with solid globules of sticky cum.

My orgasm left me shattered so I flopped back against the cushions and gently stroked my tingling cunt for their amusement.

Khalid was now standing naked in the middle of the floor stroking a stiffy that looked like it was going to burst.

Come here baby, I whispered and patted the cushion nearest my head, and Teacher will take care of that ache for you!

He didnt need telling twice and was soon waving his dark uncut cock in front of my face. I couldnt wait either and immediately filled my mouth with my third rock hard teenage cock.

My tits…my tits! I moaned, Do what Jonny did and squeeze Teachers titties for her…nice and hard…hurt me!

His hairy olive fingers were soon mauling my mounds as I sucked his dark pipe for him.

Oh yes…thats good! I grunted with a mouth full of cock as he stretched my pink rosebud nipples as far as they would go, making me suck the life out of his young dong.

As the third boy to get his cock sucked I knew that he wouldnt last as long as the others and I was right. Khalid soon grabbed my head and forced his long thin dick past my tonsils and came straight into the back of my throat and down my neck.

I was now insatiable and judging by the three hard cocks that were in front of me so were they!

Now… fuck me! I called to Jonny as I lay flat on my back and spread my legs for my young lover, curling one ankle over the back cushion so that my hairy cunt was on show to the whole world.

With a huge grin on his face he knelt between my splayed legs and eagerly guided his six inches of throbbing cock into my willing hole.

Ooohhh yes baby! I panted as his cock filled me up, does that feel good fucking your teacher?

Yes Miss it does, he chuckled as he began thrusting his hips and forcing his cock into my belly, Its fucking…fucking amazing!

My head was shaking from side to side and I was playing with my over sensitive tits as Jonny proved to me that he hadnt been lying about fucking lots of girls at his tender age…he was quite a swordsman.

Fuck her mouth, Jonny told the others, one of you fuck her mouth…lets roast her!

The smile on my face would have lit up London when Khalid suddenly appeared next to my face and forced his cock past my lips for a second time.

I was in raptures as Jonny forced my legs back until my knees touched my tits making his long thick cock tickle the inside of my belly and the darker boy grasped two large handfuls of my mousey brown hair as he wildly fucked my mouth and throat. All I had to do was lie back and enjoy it as they now treat me as their sexual plaything for nearly fifteen minutes.

Jonny hadnt cum and sweat was pouring from his face when Fletcher begged him ‘for a go!

Okay, he panted, but Im not finished with her.He had hardly pulled his cock out when Fletcher lunged forward.

Wait! I gasped as I pushed Khalid away from my face, let me get on top…I want to cum again.

I positioned Fletcher so he was sitting on the sofa and I straddled him. His thick cock felt wonderful as it stretched my aching cunt. I quickly accustomed myself to his girth and rocked backwards and forward rubbing my clit against his pubic bone as I squashed my tits against his face.

The other two wandered off and opened the bottle of cider as I fucked their fat friend within an inch of his life!

No matter what I did to him; I couldnt cum. I bounced on his cock, I ground down hard, I twisted and rotated, I fucked him fast and I fucked him slow – nothing! I kept getting close but nothing.

I was becoming desperate when I spotted Jonny and Khalid whispering conspiratorially; then giggling like the teenagers that they were.

Jonny stood on the sofa and edged towards me waving his flaccid cock in front of my face. I didnt need asking twice and hungrily gobbled his young meat as I bounced on the fat cock in my cunt.

Id been with two guys at University once and had dreamt of doing it again; never dreaming that it would be with school kids; but tonight it seemed so much sexier and dirtier than in my fantasies; especially because they called it ‘spit-roasting.

If fucking and sucking two cocks was exciting Khalid soon moved the action up a gear!

As I ground my pussy down onto Fletchers cock Khalid began shaking my tits with one hand and stroking and nipping my arse with his other.

Go on. Jonny urged him as he held my head while I sucked and licked his rock hard shaft.

Khalid nervously ran a finger between my arse cheeks and hovered a finger tip over my anus as he rolled my nipple between his fingers then tugged on it just the way I liked.

Go on! Jonny was becoming agitated, Shes not stopping you, is she?

Without any warning he jabbed a bony finger past my sphincter and about in inch or more slid inside my arse making me gasp…with pleasure!

Ugh…ugh…good. I gurgled.

I fucking told you she would like it! Jonny admonished his young friend. Khalid soon realised that I was enjoying having his finger up my arse while the other two ‘roasted me he soon began twisting my nipples and finger fucking my arse with two fingers.

Fletcher broke off from suckling my tit to ask; have you ever been water-tight Miss?

What? I asked as Jonny sat on the top of the cushion watching the action.

Airtight you dozy cunt! The good looking boy laughed, Airtight!

I shook my head and raised my eyebrows to let him know I still didnt know what he meant.

There was a look of surprise then delight on his face as he told me; you take three cocks at once…one in each hole.

Id never heard of such a thing but the crazy grin on my face must have told him that I wanted to try it…NOW!

Right…get up bollocks face, Jonny said as he slapped Fletcher on the shoulder, lets change places.

We took a moment or two to decide who was going where and which would be the most comfortable way to perform this lewd sexual act.

As I gulped down a belly full of cool cider, we agreed that I would fuck Jonny, suck Fletcher and because he had the thinnest cock; Khalid would be the first to fuck my arse!

I was shaking with excitement as I fed Jonnys 6 inches into my well fucked cunt. When I was comfortable Khalid lined the tip of his dick against my puckered anus and spit a gobful of saliva between my cheeks as lubrication. I clung onto Jonny as Khalid slowly worked his cock into my virgin arse-hole.

Agh…ugh…ooh! I grunted through gritted teeth as my arse felt as if it was being torn in two.

Oh shit! The boys gasped in unison.

I can feel your fucking dick touching mine! Jonny giggled as only a thin membrane separated to hard cocks inside my body.

After making sure that the boys wouldnt budge I slowly rotated my hips and gently moved my arse so that their cocks moved a little bit as I became acclimatised to the feeling of being full beyond belief.

Okay, I nervously told them, but be gentle with me.

Thankfully Jonnys position meant that he couldnt be as forceful as he would have liked to be and my arsehole was too tight for Khalid to fuck too fast so I was soon nearly hallucinating with sexual elation.

After a couple of minutes I began to relax and the three of us began moving with a bit more freedom making me groan and moan and gasp and giggle with gratification.

Now…now! I gasped and nodded to Fletcher, Im ready…make me airtight!

Fletcher shuffled along the sofa and placed his purple knob on my bottom lip. I nodded my head and his fat cock stretched my mouth and jaw.

I snorted and gagged but I wasnt going to stop now! I could feel my poop-chute stretch and loosen up with every thrust from Khalid and the more relaxed I became the harder Jonny banged his cock into my cunt from down below.

Fireworks were soon going off in my head and clitoris as I began spontaneously orgasming. Little ones, big ones, short ones long ones…one after another untilI was just hanging on to the boys…like a limp rag.

Yes…yes…YES! Khalid wheezed as he rammed his dick into my arse like a fucking piston then suddenly stopped as he filled my shit-hole with his cream. His cock came out of my arse a lot easier than it went in!

Get off me! Jonny demanded as soon as the other boy stepped away. I want to fuck

your arse.

He virtually pushed me away in his haste to bugger me. As soon as he was standing behind me he forced me back onto my knees and spread my cheeks to view his friends handiwork.

Oh man, he exhaled noisily, that looks so fucking sweet…look… your spunks still coming out!

I was now trembling with anticipation as Jonny tentatively nudged his fat cockhead against my tingling anus. Khalid had stretched my poop-chute but Jonnys cock was definitely fatter and it still wasnt that easy for him to get his knob past my sphincter.

Aaaaahhhgggggg! I howled as he finally plunged his dick into my arse. As soon as the knob entered the rest just slid in like greased lightening. AaaaaaAAAGGGGHHHHHH you bastard! I screamed again when he began fucking my arse as hard as he had my cunt, but it didnt stop him.

I was biting my lip and had my face buried into a cushion to stifle the pain as he pummelled my arse with his thick six inches. The pain was becoming unbearable and electrifying so I didnt want him to stop.

Oh Jonny, Jonny, Jonny!I cried with tears of joy running down my face, Harder baby…harder…fuck my arse…fuck the teachers arse!

The teenager was now grunting like a wild animal as he revelled in the discomfort he was causing me.

Thats it…yes…yes…yes! he groaned as he speeded up just before he too filled my anal cavity with lovely teenage spunk.

When he withdrew his cock I could feel my hole gaping open and the overflowing spunk running down my thighs.

Its your turn now. Jonny wheezed and pushed Fletcher with the extra wide cock forward.

My arse was already stinging from the two buggerings Id just had but when Fletch pushed his fat mushroom in I gasped and felt like Id died and gone to Heaven. This boy was in no hurry and fucked my arse very slowly – each stroke nearly turning it inside out.

Oh baby, baby, I whined, that feels so fucking good. Youre making Teachers arse very, very sore and I fucking love it!

As the other two boys sat in front of me taking it in turns to feed their cocks into my mouth I panted, Thats it…faster…faster…fill my arse with your hot spunk…go on do it!

Hearing my husky voice sent him over the top and I felt my arse get warmer as he filled it with hot spunk.

Over the next hour or so the boys fucked me in every combination imaginable.

When I eventually collapsed, exhausted on the floor, my arse had been fucked ragged and my cunt was nearly worn out and my jaw was aching so much I could hardly speak; but I didnt care…this was the fucking of a fucking lifetime.

Id heard about the staying power of young boys but…shit… these boys were out of this fucking world.

I could hardly move the next morning when I woke up in a sleeping bag next to Jonny. I pulled on my top and skirt and hobbled to the shower block like John Wayne after a 200 mile horse ride.

I stood shivering with aches and pains under the hot shower; hardly able to wash myself as I relived the previous evenings events over and over and over again in my head.Pangs of guilt struck me as I got dressed in my tiny caravan but I reminded myself that the boys had promised to keep what we did a secret (hardly likely – I know) and after all in five days I would be on the other side of the world starting a new life in New Zealand.

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Fire Emblem Three Houses - Dimitri x Reader (Chapter 7)

Yes, it’s been over a month. Unfortunately, I’m beginning to think this monstrosity is going to be a lot longer than I ever intended. Anyway, there’s some Sylvain in this one... Damn I love him.

Opus 5, No. 1 Dramma giocoso Act I. Apertura di Domani

Morning came. With it, awareness. A far off clanging of the hourly bells and the cold light of the winter sun slanting in through the thin window by your door, landing across your face and painting your vision with the red of your eyelids. Disgruntled and groggy, you moved away from the harsh beam, but it was too late. Coherent thoughts teased at the edges of your mind, the discomforts of a cottony mouth and a foot half-frozen from sticking out from your blankets. You fought it but even as you buried your face into your pillow and snuggled more comfortably into your blanket cocoon, distant recall was unearthed from the half-awake sludge of your brain. Each second ticked by with a more firm sense of lucidity, and eventually, you could no longer avoid reality.

The White Heron Ball. The Goddess Tower.

Dimitri. You and Dimitri.

Your stomach flopped at the idea, all remnants of sleep wiped from your mind. Even as you tried to convince yourself it must have been a dream, that you were still half asleep and dazed, your eyes opened. Sure enough, evidence of the truth that surrounded you. The torn dress on your floor, candles melted to drippy stubs, a used handkerchief cast uncaringly aside. Other things, too. Bruises, sore feet, a twinge in your core. And memories, lingering feelings. Unrestrained desire upon seeing the fully revealed expanse of Dimitri’s body, his fair skin marked with scars and deceptively slim frame muscular and firm. A dizzy, shivering sensation when he looked at you with eyes half-lidded with lust, your reckless arousal to see his expression drawn with feral desire. The taste of his kiss, cider; his skin, salt. The masculine musky scent that filled your lungs when you were close, the sound of his groans rumbling in his chest. Dimitri’s lips on yours, his hands holding your hips, your bodies joined together, his touch unraveling you, sensation, stimulus, pleasure-

Dimitri, overwhelming you completely.

Memory rolled down your spine like a chill, urging action. Pushing off the comfortable blankets, you rolled out of bed and stood. It was too fast. The sudden shift nearly knocked you back down, head spinning and vision filled with spots. Pains that had been less noticeable while laying down demanded your attention. Without cover, your skin was exposed to the cool air of your room and prickled with cold. But you remained upright, blinking your vision clear. You had to see.

Reflected in the mirror was the truth entire. Bleary eyes, skin marked with bruises, and surrounded by a halo decidedly unruly hair. It was the appearance of someone who, last night, had given herself fully to a man. Studying your reflection, you tried to determine if you could detect a change. You were, after all, a virgin no longer. A girl made woman, unfit for the pure marriage your father had so carefully planned for. What would he say? You could almost imagine it. His anger, his disgust. His darling daughter ruined by a man she could never hope to keep. In that, at least, he would have been right. Shaking the thought from your mind, you took an even breath to steady yourself, watching your chest rise and fall with the action, following the trail of naked skin towards to find a change. Nothing.

Meeting your reflected eyes once more, you realized that the songs and stories were all wrong. Nothing had changed. Not you, not your feelings. They had been set as surely as if they had been carved into stone for far longer than last night. A dozen moments could have been the genesis; the night Dimitri happened upon you playing by the lake, that first battle when you were a puppet to the elation of victory, the stories he shared in the shadow of the stables; although you couldn’t entirely believe it was any of those moments, cherished as they were. The truth was far more simple, a cliche. Love at first sight. Twice over. It had always been Dimitri, even when he had been little more than an ephemeral dream in a dreary childhood. You would have had greater luck asking the wind to stop blowing than to stop your heart from loving him truly, to stop last night from being an inevitable consequence of your feelings.

You hadn’t changed, it was still the same you in the mirror.

As the memories continued, that thought lost its painful sense of charm. It was just you. Alone.

Dimitri’s goodbye finally came to be considered. It was an unbearably bitter aftertaste to the sugary sweetness of your coupling. As his final words returned to you, doubt followed, anxiety about the consequences of your thoughtless actions. Not for your sake, but his. For what it meant for him. To your love, you were powerless. But he was powerless, too. Dimitri was powerless against the goals he so desperately strived for, the drive that be belonged to so completely that his future was not his own. Last night had been a wish granted, and a reminder. No matter what you wished for, what you felt, Dimitri was not yours.

Despite the finger-shaped bruises on your hips, the soreness between your thighs, the red marks pulled to your neck by his overeager mouth. Despite the intoxicating and incomparable intimacy you shared. He was not yours.

Maybe you did worry about the consequences of your actions for your own sake, maybe you could only pretend to be selfless.

You looked away from the mirror and covered the evidence of his affections by getting dressed, pulling the collar of your uniform coat snug against your neck. With the same rigid efficiency, you wiped the makeup from under your eyes and brushed away the knots in your hair, tying it back. How frustrating that, despite your attempts in ignoring it all, your eyes burned with the threat of tears, your chest clenching on an empty feeling of loneliness.

It was silly, stupid. From the very start, you’d known that you couldn’t want for something more. You had to do as you told him last night, reject expectations of the future and live for what you had. Cling to these fleeting memories of perfection, moments to hang on your wall when the night was too dark and the silence too loud. You could do that.

The pain would pass.

Washing your mouth and smoothing down your hair for a final time, you rubbed the burn from your eyes and set out for the day, not wishing to linger in your lonely room with your circular thoughts. There was no class today, but that didn’t mean you could spend it wallowing.

The cool wintery sun that had woken you up blazed above. It brought light to the bright blue sky stretched above the monastery, although did little to warm the academy grounds. Clouds gathered on the horizons, bringing a faint mugginess made the chill air that much cooler. Judging by that, the hour was later than you usually woke up, although you could see similar grogginess among your fellow classmates. The ball had been quite the excitement.

At first, something akin to paranoia ran like bugs across your skin as you made your way to the dining hall, fear that everyone would see past your uniform to the memory of Dimitri’s touch littering your skin, that they would notice the odd gait you adopted as a result of the soreness nestled between your legs. But nobody gave you a second glance as you crossed the monastery grounds. They didn’t know what had happened, what indulgence you had committed. And even if they did, would anyone believe that you had lost your virginity to Dimitri, the crown prince of Faerghus? The only one who knew was you.

And him.

Even knowing it was a slim chance considering the hour, you couldn’t help but scan the crowd to find a familiar face. A splash of blue, of gold. Then again, during the day it was just as easy to find Dimitri by looking near the unmistakably tall figure of Dedue. You knew the poor odds, yet you found yourself disappointed in his absence. You wanted desperately to speak to him, to know what he felt. Not that he would discuss such things during the day, when other people were around. Normally he was too preoccupied for much of anything during the day. Training, studying, lost in thought. You wanted to see him anyway, to settle for simply being near him. Silly Thoughts. Your stomach grumbling was hardly an appealing trait to present in your misguided wooing attempts.

Half lost in your dramatic thoughts, you entered the dining hall and cut through the crowd. Waiting in the line, being served, and turning with your tray to find a place to sit were all done with automatic movements, your mind wallowing disconnected stream of worry and wishful thinking as you followed routine. Preoccupation kept you company with its bland ignorance, but not even you could zone out so thoroughly to miss the familiar voice.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Sylvain said, greeting you with his ever-popular smooth voice and easy smile, falling into step at your side. “I can’t help but notice that you look lonely. Care for some company?”

You nearly stumbled at the shock of being pulled from your thoughts so abruptly, head jerking sideways to look up at him. Sylvain looked as good as he always did, red hair messy but not unkempt and his uniform sloppy but not slovenly.

It was strange, but not altogether surprising, that seeing him would be such a happy relief. “Good morning,” you responded a beat too late to be entirely natural. Your voice was raspy, dry from disuse.

“Whoops, I didn’t mean to surprise you,” Sylvain said, clearly unrepentant. “You looked like you were really lost in thought. I’ve seen that look before, you know. You were thinking about someone, right?”

“Uh, yes…” you said before thinking. Sylvain’s smile grew at getting such an easy confession, urging you to quickly clarify, “Well, not exactly. I was thinking about how I wished I had someone to eat with.”

“Really? That’s strange, I was just thinking that I’d love to start my day by enjoying the company of a cute girl,” Sylvain said. “Having us meet like this must be some act of fate.”

Some part of you still felt embarrassed by his casual flirtations, even after all the months past. Another tugged a smile onto your face, feeling a sort of comfort in the familiarity of Sylvain’s slippery charm.

“Must be,” you responded. “Is right here okay?” You paused at the uninhabited end of one of the tables situated on the opposite side of the glaring sunshine slanting in through the windows. It was difficult to not hold a grudge against its rude awakening.

“Here? Are you sure?” Sylvain offered, half-raising an eyebrow. “We could always go somewhere with a bit more privacy.”

“Maybe some other time,” you responded, shrugging off the flirtatious question.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Sylvain responded, smiling as he set down his plate and took the seat across from yours. “You know, now that I think about it, it’s pretty late for you to be getting breakfast. You’re usually up early, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess I slept in a little long. Not that I meant too, but..” You shrugged, frowning at the reminder.

“Hey, don’t sweat it,” Sylvain soothed. “Personally, I think it’s pretty cute that you’re finally learning to loosen up a bit. I was worried His Highness had rubbed off on you.”

Well, that was one way to put it.

You made to sit, only to freeze when a pinching sort of pain between your legs caught you off guard, pulling a half-stifled squeak of surprise from your mouth. A not-so-subtle reminder of the strenuous activities of last night. It was impossible to cover for the reaction, so you opted to keep your head down as you sat, ignoring the unfamiliar pain and his curious gaze by grabbing your fork and picking through the pile of rubbery eggs on your tray.

You willed the blush on your cheeks to cool. Sylvain couldn’t possibly know what you knew, or have been tipped off to what had happened by such a minute response. The reaction was no different than if you were sore from training, he would have no reason to suspect it was anything other than that. Yes, absolutely no reason-

“Sore?” Sylvain asked you knowingly. You stiffened, even more blood pooling in your cheeks as you looked up to his playful grin.

“What?” you asked.

“I guess I was right to worry,” Sylvain said, leaning in as if to conspire. “Did Dimitri work you a little too hard? His Highness isn’t really one to take it easy on people, I take it you’re no exception.”

Your stomach dropped low, the words only furthering the flush burning your skin. “How… How did you know what we….” you stuttered, physically unable to find coherency as you gaped at the man. “Did Dimitri tell you?”

“Wait, what?” Sylvain asked, his eyes wide in surprise. Genuine surprise. “I was kidding, but…” He leaned back, shock resolving into a thoughtful expression. “So you and Dimitri. Huh.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I mean, he asked me for advice, but… Damn, I didn’t think he had it in him.” Sylvain’s head tilted upwards, a smirk curling his lips. “Or, I guess, had it in you.”

A burst of indignant embarrassment was quick to ignite within you in response, your brain sputtering as it tried to think of a reaction other than the desire to melt out of existence. At first it was just shock that he would go that far, but then came the burn of regret that you had been tricked into admitting the truth right away. Anger invited itself as a quick rebuff of the crass joke to finish it all off, but after a second of facing Sylvain’s mischievous expression with your own disastrously flustered one, you decided to give it up.

“That was a joke- Huh?” Sylvain’s reflexive explanation cut off abruptly when he noticed the fact that you were clearly trying to swallow down a fit of giggles. His expression changed from overzealously apologetic to confused, the look doing nothing to help you from stopping yourself from the first bubbles of laughter. It was just too awful. Embarrassing, not to mention juvenile. Prying into something so personal and attacking the very thing you were most self-conscious about. Even still, the joke was a little funny. In a crude way. Completely awful. So you laughed. “Uh… Are you okay?” he asked nervously. “I was just trying to be funny, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Something about his tone of voice only made you laugh harder.

You nodded in response to his concern, breathless and unable to speak, waving your hands as if to deflect it. This was the wrong reaction, you knew that. Maybe you were more tired than you thought, exhausted by everything that had happened. There was no other explanation for why you were laughing. Certainly not at the joke, such as it was, and especially not at the fact that you’d just accidentally revealed a disastrous secret to him. Perhaps it was therapeutic. Laughing was good, cleansing, wasn’t it? Medicine of the same strain as music.

Eventually, you got yourself under control, wiping tears from your eyes and taking a heavy breath. “Sorry, that was… I don’t want to be rude, but your jokes really are terrible, Sylvain,” you said, still smiling.

He chuckled, although there was an awkward pinch of uneasiness to the sound, like he was still waiting for you to berate him. “Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Can’t say I’ve ever heard that from someone who laughed so hard, though.” “Sorry,” you said again, shaking your head to clear it. Like a leaf caught in a stiff breeze, your mood shifted, laughter no longer fighting off the embarrassment of before. “You, uh, you won’t tell anyone, right? About me and… And Dimitri.”

“Huh? Of course not.” Sylvain laughed casually, although there was an abashed quality to it. He still eyed you cautiously, ready to be rebuked. “But…”

“What is it?” You asked when he didn’t continue that thought, eyebrows furrowing at the discomfort of his continued staring. Maybe you would have to yell at him after all.

Luckily, Sylvain’s gaze dropped as he shook his head, bewilderment crossing his expression. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for him. Dimitri needs a reason to loosen up more than any of us but… Wow.” He let the thought end there, picking up his fork to pick through breakfast. You let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah… Wow,” you echoed. If you stopped to think about it, you felt just as much surprise as Sylvain about the turn of events, the vertigo from the morning returning. Considering all you knew about Dimitri, perhaps it was all more shocking to you. But, having nothing else to add, you followed suit in digging in.

The food, cold as it was, didn’t taste half as bad when you had company. Odd how that worked. Even the quiet between the two of you wasn’t so bad. In fact, you half wondered if you were actually glad that one other person knew your secret. That made it more real, somehow. And besides, as much of a reputation as Sylvain had, you were certain that he was a good person. Out of any of your other classmates, you imagined he was probably one of the best. He wouldn’t judge and could keep a secret.

“I guess this means I don’t have a chance with you,” Sylvain suddenly said, before the silence could get too stale. From any other man, those words could have been uncomfortable, but a line was a line and Sylvain was a phony philanderer to his core. It made you smile, set at ease by knowing that things would be the same. That was good. Normalizing. You were still you, just like Sylvain was always Sylvain. And Dimitri… He would always be Dimitri.

“Sorry,” you replied, smiling with an apology you didn’t feel.

“Figured as much. That’s a shame, I’ve always wanted to date a musician, you know. Well, if he ever breaks your heart, I’m more than happy to be your shoulder to cry on,” he said, winking.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“But if you break his…” Sylvain continued, his tone losing that playful sound in favor of a hard edge. “I’ll never forgive you.” His expression had become serious, eyes intense. Through a veneer of pretend, you saw the truth.

“You really care about him,” you said, feeling impressed at the revelation rather than intimidated by the threat. After all, the idea of you breaking Dimitri’s heart was more devastating than any threat.

Sylvain blinked, surprised by your reaction. Just as quickly, that was casually shrugged off, his easy demeanor returning. “Yeah, I guess I do. Someone’s gotta look after him, he’s hopeless when it comes to girls.”

“You’d be surprised,” you replied without thinking.

That made Sylvain laugh. “He might have you fooled right now, but just wait. Do you know what he gave the first girl he fell for?”

The first girl he fell for? For a reason you didn’t like, you felt more curious about that than the gift, but you forced yourself to play along. “No.”

“A dagger,” Sylvain said, leaning in on his elbows to properly emphasize the answer. Then he hesitated, head tilting as he fixed you with a worried look. “He hasn’t given you a dagger, has he? I swear, I keep telling him that girls are delicate, that they should be showered in candy and flowers. Unfortunately, Dimitri is as stubborn as ever. He doesn’t understand girls like I do.”

“He hasn’t given me a dagger,” you replied, slightly amused by the idea. How utterly Dimitri. But from him, that didn’t sound like such a bad gift.

“Heh, maybe there’s hope for him yet.”

Sylvain seemed satisfied with leaving things at that, but you were caught up on what he’d said before, trying to think of a way to ask about the girl Dimitri had given said dagger to. But, before you could speak, you were cut off by an abrupt interruption to your table. He came to a loud, halting stop above you. A Knight of Seiros, slightly winded. He was armored in standard Garreg Mach guard fashion, red faced and anxious. Youthful, maybe only a handful of years older than you.

“You’re Professor Byleth’s students?” he asked without introduction or preamble. While inciting a fair share of startled curiosity, the question also made your heart sink. It could only mean a select few things, and none of them boded well for the easy morning you had hoped for.

“We are,” Sylvain said, looking from you to the knight with a curious hesitance.

“There’s been an... Incident,” the knight said, his voice lowering with the last word. “Arm yourselves and report to Captain Jeralt and Professor Byleth in the front hall right away.”

“What was the incident?” you asked in an equal hush, cool panic coming to life in your chest in place of the concern, squeezing your heart.

The knight looked around, hesitating as he eyed the dining room. He had caused a commotion, drawing the attention of nearly all of the surrounding students. This was bad news, and everyone could tell. Bad enough that he worried about the reaction. “I can’t say here,” he told you both with a softer voice. “But it is absolutely vital that you hurry.” He leaned down, his voice lowering further, somehow. “There are lives at stake.”

“Understood,” Sylvain responded firmly, his playful expression wiped clean in favor of one of determination. The knight bowed, then moved on, his pace a panicked rush.

You let out a heavy breath to steady yourself, closing your eyes for the slightest second in an attempt to collect yourself. To become the knight you needed to be. When they opened, you nodded to Sylvain. No longer was he your playful, flirtatious dining companion, but one of the most formidable combatants you knew.

He stood. “Let’s go.”

Dramma giocoso Act I. Coro della Pioggia

Students trapped in by monsters within the so-called safety of the monastery walls. If you were given any time to contemplate the mission before the Blue Lions were marched out alongside a handful of knights to deal with the issue, that idea would have terrified you.

As it was, there was no time for thinking. The things that greeted you in the chapel square weren’t normal demonic beasts, if you could ever consider a demonic beast ‘normal’. Somehow, these were worse. Horrific creatures wrapped in bandage-like black skin, their narrow heads eyeless and jagged-toothed mouth’s foul. They were strong, too. Far more than any of beasts you had fought before.

You, Felix, and Annette had been sent to the western side of the square while everyone else moved on to take care of the beasts further in. Not great numbers, but there were too many of the things to have the entire class fight them one by one. Besides, Professor Byleth had trained you well. Even without your beloved pegasus Siobhan, you were deadly.

That was good because although the monster you faced was bleeding in a dozen places, the wounds hadn’t done anything to stop it from rearing up and rampaging forward, swiping at any in-range victim with enough force to break on impact and belching flames. Cold and humid air, blackened with smoke from the fires, wheezed in thick bursts through your lungs as you jumped out of the way again, avoiding the swipe of demonic claws by no more than an inch.

Too close! You were getting sloppy, panicking as the fight dragged on.

Hitting the ground in a hard roll knocked the breath from your lungs and would certainly leave you aching later on, but you were on your feet in seconds, moving in a fluid, battle-fueled frenzy.

Still too slow.

The demon whirled, finding you easily despite the lack of eyes and hacking out more of its noxious flames, sending you into a mad dance out of the way. The scent of singed fabric coiled around you, although there was no time to check if you were burned or not. Any pain was ignored, as was the way your eyes watered and nose ran from the smoke. All you could do was blink rapidly and try to breathe in as little as possible as you pitched forward, still the subject of the beast’s focus. As much as you disliked it, that was apart of the plan. Being the fastest of your team, using you as bait was the best possible short-term strategy for this vile, violent creature. Hopefully it was enough, you weren’t sure how much more you could- The monster wailed as Felix took advantage of the distraction you created by deepening the large gash on its neck into a mortal wound. Beast blood sprayed from the slash in a dramatic arc, painting the cobblestones and splattering over you. The smell was a disgusting mixture of acrid ammonia and hot human decay. A butcher house under the summer sun. A back alley running with the urine and blood of sleazy violence. The monster twisted around, letting out a horrific screech of agony, but Felix was too fast for its enraged and clumsy movements.

Following him, you scrambled away from the demon as it thrashed about, sputtering blood and weak flames, thick strings of saliva and bile dripping from its teeth as it struggled to breathe. Air pushed out from its mouth as if from a giant pair of bellows, but its inhale yielded nothing but a strangled gurgle. It reared up. For a moment, you worried that it would land a final, dying attack, rampaging towards the both of you in one last act of destruction.

Magic beat against its legs in a quick succession of blinding power. Annette stood at a dozen foot distance from the creature, her hands outstretched and face a pale mask of focus as she shot spell after spell at the thing.

And that was it. The monster lumbered around to face her, but it was too weakened and disoriented to move more than that. Felix had cut at exactly the right place, cutting off its flow of oxygen as well as catching a major artery. Blood gushed from the wound out at a rate you could hardly believe and air wheezed out as a chilling death rattle. Annette’s magic had ruined its legs, working into the gashes and hobbling it.

The demon toppled, a final attempt to scream echoing against the ruins.

Inky, bandage-like skin unraveled from the beast’s form, dissolving into the smokey air like powdery ash with each of its writhing, thrashing movements. The smell was revolting, the sight confusing. By the time it was over, the hulking creature had vanished.

Its body never came crashing to the ground.

Although noise raged all around you; the shouting of students, of knights, the crackling of flames, and the general chaos of battle; cold horror formed a chrysalis of stillness in your head. The beast was gone. A human body laid where the monster’s corpse should have. Shock swept through your veins, long-ignored nausea pulsing at the back of your throat. Monster blood was drying on your skin and puddled on the ground, the stones at your feet were charred by flame, and rampaged destruction surrounded you - all of it proof of the beast’s existence. Yet there was no longer any beast.

A student, one of those you had been helping rescue from the rampaging monster, rushed to the broken body, shouting a name. Some instinct wanted you to stop her, to save her from the beast, but there was no longer any danger. Just a body. Your ears rang with the beast’s great wail, masking the girl’s cries as she pulled the boy’s corpse into her arms, uncaring of the beast’s blood that stained her uniform.

A human corpse.

A beast.

“Like Miklan,” Felix noted darkly, standing close enough for his voice to cut through the static in your ears. Recognition came to life with his comment, understanding of why this scene felt so morbidly familiar. Miklan. Sylvain’s brother, the one who had been consumed by the awesome power of the Relic weapon Ruin and turned into some inhuman monstrosity. In death, he had been nothing but more than a man, the monstrous trinket of House Gautier’s blood-bound weapon at his side.

But… That only happened because of the Relic. Ruin, one of the weapons of the Ten Elites. Professor Byleth had told the class to keep what had happened in Conand Tower a secret, to never speak of Miklan’s fate to anyone lest fear spread discord among the students. He said that it was not going to happen to anyone else as long as they didn’t misuse the relics.

“How is that possible?” you asked Felix, turning away from the sight of the corpse. “Without a Relic, how could he…?” The question fell unfinished, the thought made incomplete by your fear of the answer. Even Felix, ever stoic, looked troubled. He was much better at pushing aside his personal feelings, however, and adopted a look of focus.

“It doesn’t matter. We should push on to Professor Byleth,” he said. “The knights will see to the students here.”

Right. No time to slow down and think. Swallowing down the sick feeling in your throat, you turned. “Annette!” you called, your voice raspy and throat singed by the smoke. She looked up at your call, her face ashen as she stood above the student’s body. Knights and other students had congregated there, confused and disoriented and scared. Of course they were, it didn’t make any sense. Even to you, to Felix and Annette, the sight was incomprehensible. When she met your eyes, you saw a reflection of the feelings you were trying to ignore. For a moment, her wide eyes spoke of a doe-like panic, an animal before it fled. But she was strong. Her expression hardened and she nodded, resolute as she hurried to you and Felix.

“That was... Kinda awful,” she said, playing off her anxiety with awkward casualness as she approached. Something more was hidden in those words, the questions none of you wanted to ask about what you had just witnessed.

“We don’t have time to talk about it,” Felix said. “I can’t hear any more beasts, they might have already taken care of the rest. Either way, we should go.”

“You’re hurt,” Annette said, her eyes fixing on your left arm. You followed her gaze. Oh. The fire had gotten you after all. Burns were such awful wounds, but these weren’t terrible. Relatively. Your sleeve was worn through from the flame in several spots, revealing bright red and blistering skin. As if to make up for the time you’d been able to ignore it, pain swept through you. The terrible stinging, insistent bite of heat. Burns were nasty, constantly vying for your attention, refusing to be ignored.

“I’m… I’m fine,” you said, looking away from the sight and pulling a vulnerary from your belt, downing the contents with a wince. The liquid was bitter, doing nothing to help with the nausea invited by the scent of the demon’s blood and smoke, but it was better than lingering on the pain. “We should hurry.”

“Yes. Let’s go,” Felix said impatiently, without concern. All of you had sustained worse injury and pulled through. That was the price of battle.

“I’m sure Mercy will help when we catch up with them,” Annette said helpfully, adopting a forcefully positive tone.

“That’s true,” you agreed, although the thought of getting to Mercedes was not your drive to get to the chapel. Even in the midst of a battlefield, you longed to catch up to Dimitri, to Professor Byleth. They would make things right, drive away your fear and worry.

Annette looked back a final time as you left the western area of the square, but you did not. You couldn’t bear to see the destruction or chaos, to think again about the implications of that vulnerable human body laying where a monster should have. The three of you moved quickly towards the chapel, at the ready for any indication of danger. Just as Felix had said, there were no longer any resounding roars of beasts echoing through the muggy air. That was a good sign.

At the same time, you couldn’t help but feel there was something off. Clouds filled the sky above, crowding in to hide the sun and condensing in the air. The promise of rain stuck the scent of smoke to your skin, the chill of it an uncomfortable sensation against your sweaty skin. Your arm throbbed. People passed, but no faces you recognized. Students escorted by knights who gave your little group curt nods of recognition. Other than that was an eerie sense of quiet, the pressure of a coming storm. Did it seem to have gathered too quickly? Too strangely?

The three of you finally rounded the corner of one of the destroyed structures, having to weave around massive chunks of rubble to get to the chapel.

And you saw him.

Blue, first. A blue so intense it drained all else of the spectrum in the area surrounding it. Golden hair, a lance in hand, speaking with Alois in a voice you could almost hear. The sky was darkening, the daylight drained away by the promise of storm, but Dimitri was brilliant. He was battle worn, but unharmed. It seemed everyone else had made it out all right, too. Mercedes was seeing to the wounds of an unhappy Ingrid, Dedue stood at Dimitri’s side, and the others were nearby helping the remaining students and knights get free of the rubble and tending to the very worst of the wounded. Every face was ashen, troubled. They had all seen the same horror.

The deep unease within you faded somewhat when Dimitri saw your group, his eyebrows unfurrowing just slightly. “Ah, we were beginning to grow worried,” he called, his expression one of relief as he turned from Alois. “I was about to leave to find you.”

Felix made a sound of derision, approaching with a casual gait. “As if we’d need your help,” he said coldly.

Dimitri nodded in easy acceptance of Felix’s rude behavior, his eyes scanning each of you. He lingered on the burn on your arm, a feeling that made you squirm in a way that had nothing to do with the pain. The burns didn’t hurt very badly after the vulnerary, but his gaze most certainly had an effect. As did the worry in his expression.

“We took care of the beast,” Annette said, her forcefully friendly voice offsetting Felix’s sour tone. “All of the students are safe in that area.”

Dimitri looked away from you quickly, clearing his throat. “I’m glad to hear that. We were successful over here as well. Professor Byleth and Captain Jeralt are investigating the chapel.” He gestured to the giant edifice across from the group. Destroyed. Utterly so. The main entrance, or whatever remained of it, was on the other side.

“Alone?” you asked.

The sky grew darker still. The storm was setting itself up to be a frightening thing, fog beginning to rise in the cool air. Something about that didn’t sit right with you. Reflecting your thoughts, Felix’s shoulders were still unnaturally tense, his sharp gaze roaming the area restlessly. Then again, that wasn’t uncommon behavior for him.

“Captain Jeralt asked that we ensure everyone involved was okay before joining them,” Alois said in his usual boisterous manner, although you couldn’t help but feel that it was strained, an act put on to set everyone at ease. “Hah! Leaving us to do the cleanup while he gets to play investigator, how very like him.”

“Now that everyone is here, perhaps it would be wise to check on their search,” Dedue said, looking towards the chapel. His voice was as unmoved as ever, but you could see the signs of worry in the way his eyebrows furrowed and lips drew tense.

“I’ll go,” Dimitri said.

“Me too,” you volunteered without thinking.

“You’re injured,” Dimitri pointed out, frowning.

“It’s nothing,” you said, frowning at him. He had to feel it, too. Something was wrong. The storm, the monsters. Cold crept up your spine, tingled over your sweaty scalp. A wet breeze made you shiver, a dull ache rolling down your arm. The clouds swirled in smears of steel, of slate, the forboding hues of charcoal darkening where they were the thickest. “We need to get back to the monastery before this storm gets too bad anyway.”

“Right,” Dimitri said with only slight hesitation, giving a resolute nod before turning to Alois. “Alois, can you see that everyone here is taken back to the monastery?” Dimitri asked.

“Sure I can,” Alois responded. “Although I was hoping to enjoy this fog. Last time I mist my chance, although I suppose I can just dew it later.” He smiled at everyone in turn with expectant eyes, trying so brazenly to relieve the tension. A tittering, vapid sort of giggle left your mouth without thought, a sound born of anxiety. It only highlighted the resounding silence following his terrible joke. At the very least, Alois brightened slightly at the reaction. “Right, yes. I’ll see that everyone is safely back to the monastery.”

“Thanks. We won’t be long,” Dimitri said. He looked at you. “Let’s go then.”

You nodded, trying to smother some of your worry with logic. Dimitri set out and you followed, pushing yourself to keep up with his long-legged stride. It was not surprising that Dedue fell into step as well. Some part of you felt bad for leaving the group to themselves, for shirking your duties to your class. But the first beasts had been found in the chapel. Beasts that were students that were monsters without Relics. Something was wrong.

The three of you rounded the broken down structure that once was the grand chapel. Now it was grand ruins. So much history destroyed in a single afternoon, it was nearly tragic. The artist in you mourned the beauty.

Thick fog was settling the dust of destruction, but it was also making the stone and grass slippery. Not only that, but the foggy darkness lessened visibility. You restlessly searched your surroundings as you walked, unease growing by the moment.

“Did something, um… Strange happen? When you killed the beasts, I mean,” you asked the two of them in a lowered voice. You scanned the terrain once more, trying to see past the trees, into the shadows created by fallen pillars.

“We can discuss that later,” Dimitri replied. That was a yes.

You wanted to push it further, if only just to offset the tension, but a raindrop hit your face. Then another. One, two, three. Heavy and wet, cold like ice.

“What’s with this weather?” you asked, half speaking to yourself. Like an ill omen, your words beckoned the storm. Just as soon as the rain had appeared, it was pounding down. The clouds created the darkened cast of night, the intensity of it sweeping in far too fast to be natural.

“Something’s wrong,” Dedue said, his low voice carrying. Your breath caught, but he wasn’t looking at you. He stared straight ahead, his face drawn tense.

“I agree,” Dimitri said, hurrying the last few paces to round the corner.

A grassy field sprawled in front of the destroyed chapel. You had seen it in the daylight before, the verdant grass swaying with the breeze, but now it was darkened by the storm into a gloomy, intimidating court of fog and ruin. Rain grew heavier by the minute, it pounded against the remains of the chapel with a furious hammering of sound, its icy fingers crawling beneath your clothes. Through the dark, through the veil of rain, a figure in the center of the field. Fog swirled, tumultuous, and you saw Professor Byleth with more clarity. He knelt on the ground, holding something. Someone.

“That’s Professor Byleth… and… Captain Jeralt?” Dimitri asked, his voice hushed. Your heart lurched, reality pulling inwards and freezing the air in your lungs as fear of possibility and dread overwhelmed you. And then Dimitri was running, calling out to Professor Byleth in a voice weakened by the aggression of the storm. Far off thunder rumbled uncertainly.

“Your Highness,” Dedue called, following behind. You couldn’t move at first, held in place by a dissonance of the mind. But you didn’t want to be alone. Blinking raindrops from your eyes, you ran. Wooden legs carried you forward as you followed Dedue across the field, your feet coming close to slipping on the wet grass with every step. His looming figure stopped before getting too close, hesitant to cross some unseen barrier created by the dead.

The dead.

Professor Byleth knelt on the ground with his back bowed against the assault of the storm. Below him, Captain Jeralt was absolutely still. A crimson bloom of blood stained his middle, running thin and pink with rainwater. Professor Byleth looked vulnerable in a way you had never seen him, drenched by rain and despair.

Acting on some weak, childish instinct, you reached out your hand. Seeking desperately, you found Dedue’s hand. Clinging to it. You were shaking, but he was steady. The large, calloused hand that you gripped was warm. Where you were weak, Dedue faced death with the steadfast and patient familiarity of a man long denied the comfort of ignorance. He had every right to shake off your grasp, but while his reaction was stiff and uncomfortable, he didn’t.

“Professor,” Dimitri said, slowly kneeling to at eye level with Byleth.

You held tighter to Dedue’s hand. His fingers curled around yours.

Professor Byleth didn’t raise his head, still staring at Jeralt’s face. He said something you couldn’t hear, his voice lost in the sound of rain. Whatever it was made Dimitri go rigid. His answer was spoken at an equally quiet volume, but the intensity was clear. It made Professor Byleth finally look up. His expression was unlike you’d ever seen, cracked with pain and emotion. Dimitri said something else, and Professor Byleth nodded. The pain didn’t ease, but it was masked over with grim determination.

Dedue took a step forward, your hand falling free from his. “Your Highness. We need to return to the monastery,” he said. “Whoever did this could still be nearby.”

Dimitri didn’t respond to Dedue, his eyes not straying from Professor Byleth. He asked a question, motioning towards Captain Jeralt. Someone would have to carry his body back, you realized. That was the question. The burden Dimitri was ready to bear.

Professor Byleth looked down at his father’s face a last time, a foreign tenderness in his expression. Pain. His gloved fingers traced Captain Jeralts cheek, but he nodded, standing up. Dimitri pulled off his cape to cover Captain Jeralt’s face, a late attempt at providing him dignity in death, then gathered the corpse and stood. Dimitri did it all unflinchingly, taking both the physical and emotional weight in stride. No, that wasn’t true. His expression was dark, drawn with pain. You wanted to say something as Professor Byleth passed you, but there were no words. Just the rain and the squelching footsteps as your group marched a twisted funeral procession away from the destroyed rubble of the chapel.

It was deafening.

RUH-ROH!

Haha, just kidding, Jeralt dying is like Martha and Thomas Wayne dying, at this point it’s far more about the aesthetic than the tragedy itself. There are 20,000+ words left of this little opera, and trust me, the finale is worth it. Maybe. Hopefully.

Tell me if you enjoyed it. Or just leave a cheeky like. Or literally anything because otherwise I’m screaming into the abyss and it’s just embarrassing for everyone. I got a slapdash method of editing so if you notice mistakes I am sincerely sorry and it’s probably not going to get better.

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Finding SKZ - 5: ML98

pairing(s): Hybrid!Bang Chan x Reader, Hybrid!SKZ x Reader

genre: Hybrid!AU, Dystopian!AU, Angst, Fluff, eventual Smut

warning(s): Mature language, mentions of abuse, mentions of abandonment, mentions of death

word count: 4,6k

synopsis: After rescuing an abandoned hybrid from his fate of death, he has one other favor to ask of you. Not only do you have to find his eight other hybrid brothers, but you have to keep them safe from the deadly dangers of your city: Miroh

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“Wh-what?”

The stranger doesn’t blink, almost annoyed by your obvious confusion. He exhales a deep sigh before repeating, “My name is Lee Minho. Are you deaf?”

“But-but,” You shake your head frantically and lift your hands to grasp roughly at the roots of your hair. Too many things were running through your mind, you could barely hear the shake of your voice over the roar of your thoughts, “...How?”

“You ask way too many questions.” Minho rolls his eyes before glancing into the pitch black. “As much as I’d love to sit here and wait for you to get over whatever mind fuckery is going on inside that slow brain of yours, we’ve got to go. Unless you really do want to get arrested?”

As much as you wanted to argue, Minho was right. You got really lucky that he was even here in the first place. And even though you were dying to know exactly why he was here, you bite your tongue and follow his advice.

“Good choice,” Minho nods and gestures over his shoulder, “Follow me and stay quiet. They’re still inside the building.”

“How are we going to get out-?”

“-What did I just say?” You snap your mouth shut at Minho’s bark. The male deposits you one final glare before taking off into the darkness. Luckily, your eyes had somewhat adjusted so you could just barely spot his silhouette. You do as he said and trail right behind him. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a couple police officers investigating the fight ring in the center of the garage. Your stomach twists at the reminder of Chan, Hyunjin and Woojin. You really hope they made it out okay.

Not paying attention, you accidentally bump into Minho when he stops. He shoots you a laser-like glance, then grabs your wrist and yanks your body forward. You stumble but catch yourself, now face to face with a hole embedded with the brick wall. It was barely big enough for you to crawl through and seemed to be attached to some sort of pipe or tube that led to the outside. It must have been a garbage chute or something along those lines.

“Ladies first.”

You gape toward the male, “You really expect me to slide down that?”

“Not unless you have any other ideas.”

You curse him for his sarcastic logic and with a face of disgust, begin to maneuver your limbs inside the gap. Luckily after you fit your legs and hips inside, it showed to be a lot more spacious than you thought. You tried not to think of what was waiting for you on the other side before pushing off and inhaling one last breath.

You plunge into pitch black and you hope there were no critters living inside the pipe. The stench of garbage fills your nostrils, the smell making you both dizzy and nauseous. You had slid for maybe a minute when you land into a mass of trash bags and other garbage. Something slimy melds onto your palm and you try to not think of what it could be.

Right behind you, Minho joins you in the dumpster. He doesn’t linger, grabs the edge of the bin and hauls himself out. You expect him to offer you a hand, but of course, he doesn’t. He sends you a strange look and tilts his head, “You planning to stay in there all night?”

With an unimpressed glare, you climb out of the trash and throw yourself out of the container. Rather ungracefully, you tumble out and land painfully on your hip and shoulder. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Minho stifle a laugh. Your annoyance grows, somewhat distracting you from the ache in your bones.

You huff, “Fine.”

Minho raises an eyebrow and points to his hair, “You’ve got a little something there.”

Gulping, you reach up to pull something out of your strands. Whatever it was, you didn’t want to know, but it was sticky and gross. Minho seems to take pleasure in your discomfort judging by the smirk that invades his lips. He shakes his head and chuckles, “Humans. You guys are so repulsed by anything.”

“Ha ha. Funny.” You groan, wiping your hand on your jeans before sinking it into your pocket to pull out your phone. You find it empty, the realization that you had given your phone to Woojin just before Chan went in the ring hits you like a sack of bricks. With a deep groan, you pinch your nose and drag your hand down your face.

If Woojin followed your guys’ original plan, he should have called them a cab and be back at your apartment by now. The only issue with that is you yourself have no means of communication nor transportation back to your home. Buses or trains don’t run in this part of Miroh. And you had no way of knowing that the boys did in fact get home safe.

What the hell are you supposed to do now?

“Hello… Earth to weirdo?” Your snapped from your thoughts as a hand waves in front of your face. Minho was staring at you with furrowed brows and a frown. He hums, “Still dealing with mind fuckery or something?”

“I’m thinking about the others.”

“Okay?”

“Aren’t you the least bit concerned about your brothers?” You hiss, exasperated at his nonchalant tone. “They could be on their way to a euthanization hospital for all we know right now.”

The male shakes his head, “No way. Woojin-hyung and Channie-hyung are way too smart to get caught. Plus, I don’t smell their scents anymore.”

At his assurance, the heaviness of your chest somewhat lifts. There was still a shred of doubt pointed straight at your heart, but you needed to take what you could get. If Minho says the boys are safe, you have no other choice but to trust him. Let’s hope it doesn’t go wrong in your favor.

“Okay…but what about me?”

“What about you?

“I have no way of contacting anyone or getting back home.”

Minho shrugs, “And? How is that my problem?”

“God, don’t you have some sense of empathy?” A groan escapes your lips as your fingers fly to tug once again at your own hair. “I’m asking for your help.”

“I already helped you. My job is done.”

“But your brothers-”

“-Just because you’re helping them doesn’t mean I have to associate with you.” Minho glares in your direction. You’ve never seen someone look so hateful and loathing. He continues in a hiss, “You probably have some underlying plan anyway that ends with you selling all nine of us somewhere and making bank off bank.”

Your expression becomes horrified, “What? I would never do that.”

Minho sarcastically chuckles, “Uh huh. That’s what they all say.”

“Who is ‘they’?”

“The ‘nice’ humans.” Out of instinct, you back up as Minho stalks closer. His features threatening and irises as black as night. “The ‘nice’ humans that offer you food, clothing, and a warm place to sleep. They speak to you in that honey, sweet voice and tell you all you have ever wanted to hear after all the fucking shit you’ve been through.”

“The humans that treat you like you’re human only to turn around and leave you on the side of the road with nothing but the clothes on your back and the damn question about what you did wrong.

“That is ‘they’.”

Minho steps away, allowing your lungs to function again. When you’re caught up on your air supply, you turn back to the hybrid and shake your head, “That’s not me.”

“Like I said, that’s what they all say.”

Your anxiety grows as Minho starts to make his way down the alley, his form disappearing further into the darkness. You take off after him, “Wait! Where are you going!?”

“I’m going to find my brothers, all of them, and get somewhere faraway where fucking monsters like you can’t find us.”

“So you’re just going to leave me here!?”

“Pretty much.”

You watch as Minho’s silhouette fades further into the darkness. And whether it was out of desperation or quick-thinking, you call for him one last time:

“You’re just like them, you know.”

Minho stops cold at your comment. At his sides, you can see his hands balling into fists. He whirls his head around and rasps through his teeth, “What the hell did you say to me?”

“You heard me.” You tilt your head, “You’re just like the humans who abandon their hybrids and leave them for dead.”

“Don’t you fucking compare me to your species!” You barely have the chance to blink before Minho is in front of you again, fingers digging into the skin of your arms. His breath blows hot against your cheeks as he hisses, “Humans treat us like we’re shit. You have no idea what it’s like to be mistreated and abandoned like you’re nothing.”

Your expression softens and before you can stop your tongue, you whisper, “Yes, I do.”

Minho is silenced at your confession. The contempt within his eyes fades and he lowers his grasp from your arms. The two of you stare at each other for a moment before Minho breaks the silence, “...I’ll help you.”

“Thank y-”

“-But don’t think for a second I’m doing it for you.” Minho’s cold exterior returns in a flash. He turns back toward the end of the alley, waits for you to come next to him and starts to walk, “Channie-hyung seemed to really like you. So I’m doing it for him.”

You shake your head, “How long were you watching us?”

“Ever since you got out of the taxi.” Minho sends you a pointed glance before returning his gaze forward, “Seungmin-ah’s okay too?”

“Yeah. He’s a good kid.”

He nods, “Yeah. He always was.”

You can’t help but feel this weight pressing down on your shoulders. And it only grows worse as both you and the hybrid continue to make your way through the darkness.

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

“So you’ve just been living on the streets?” You peer through the window full of grime, finding tons of hybrids scattered throughout the dimly lit alleyway. Minho, not wanting to draw attention to your mundane features, had snuck you inside what he called his “home” through the sewer system. And after spending a good five minutes in there, you’d take the trash chute again without hesitation.

Minho lived in an abandoned apartment building that if you were able to guess, went up in flames during the war. The walls were covered in charred remains and the ceilings were stripped, exposing the rusted metal squares making up the roof. The floor was littered with soot, dirt and unsettlingly creaked when you took a step. Minho had set up his little sleeping area in the cleanest corner of the apartment, which basically consisted of a well-worn mattress, a couple ragged blankets and a dented suitcase.

You couldn’t even imagine.

“Pretty much.” A shuffle of fabric occurs over your shoulder. You turn to see Minho sort through his minimal array of clothing, folding the pieces that weren’t in complete rags. He places the folded clothing in the middle of a bed sheet, before tying it into a cute little bundle. An amused smile pulls at your lips, but disappears when you realize he’s intending to take those clothes with him.

“You know, once we get back to my part of town, I can get you some new clothes. Ones that aren’t in tatters.”

Minho shakes his head, “I don’t want anything from you.”

Your heart drops at the rejection. With a sigh, you turn back to look out the filthy glass. Minho hadn’t told you much, but this part of the Forbidden was invested with hundreds of abandoned and runaway hybrids. This is one of the only safe places in Miroh where they’re able to live freely, but at the cost of homelessness and lack of resources. Minho had obviously been surviving off what little he could find, just like these other hybrids. You didn’t even want to think of how they’ve been keeping themselves alive, especially with how cold this winter has been.

“How long?” You ask, watching a cat hybrid pass out blankets and coats to a group of shivering rabbit hybrids. “How long have you been living here?”

“A couple months. I never stay in one place too long.” Through the window reflection, you watch as Minho places as many bundles as he could fit inside his suitcase. Those he couldn’t, he piles onto his bed and shoves into a trash bag.

Your eyebrows furrow, “Where else have you lived?”

“All over. The Capital, the Outskirts, anywhere I could find somewhere to hide.” Minho sighs, caressing the dent in the suitcase. “I guess I was hoping to find my brothers.”

“I mean, you found Hyunjin, didn’t you?”

The hybrid huffs, “Yeah, and then what could I do? It’s not like I could fight for his freedom like Chan-hyung did.”

A moment of tense silence stretches between the two of you. Instead of keeping your eyes on the hybrid family outside, you return your gaze to your unlikely savior. His own gaze was centered on the wall in front of him, his back facing your direction. Out of nowhere, he slams his hands against the surface of his suitcase, effectively causing your body to flinch.

Through gritted teeth, he hisses, “God, I hated watching those bastards throw him in the ring and allow his own brethren to tear him apart like a fucking chew toy.”

“There’s nothing you could have done.” You sigh, “You would’ve only gotten yourself killed in the process.”

Minho doesn’t respond to your statement, nor does he acknowledge you speaking at all. He continues to stare at the wall and scratch his claws alongside the metal container. You debate trying to get his attention again, but decide against it. Whatever demons Minho was facing weren’t like those of Chan, Woojin and Seungmin where you could brush them away with an excerpt of comfort. You’d call him cold, but you understood how that felt.

You used to be the same way.

“Tell me something, (Y/N).” The way Minho so harshly utters your name sends a shudder down your spine. You mask your physical discomfort with a raise of your eyebrows and an acknowledging hum. Minho purses his lips before asking, “Why are you doing this?”

You shake your head, “What do you mean?”

“All of this.” Minho gestures to himself then outside the window, “Why are you helping hybrids?”

“Because it’s the right thing to do.”

Minho’s sarcastic cackle has more shivers wracking your figure. Out of instinct, you back up to press yourself against the window, the glass cool against your skin. The hybrid stays where he is, caressing the claws emerging from beneath his fingernails. Goosebumps spread across your flesh as he angles his head to peer at you over his shoulder. Through the dim light, his eyes glowed a bright yellow. He murmurs, “You’re lying. Why are you really doing this?”

“Because I want to help you.”

“Bullshit!” Minho snaps at your repetition, turning his entire body to face you. His features were pulled into an ugly sneer, one that almost didn’t look human. You couldn’t remember what kind of hybrid Chan had said he was, and you were really wishing he would take his hood off so you could see his ears. “There’s always a catch! Humans aren’t capable of doing the right thing!”

As much as you will yourself to remain calm, you were growing very angry. You understand Minho obviously has reason to loathe humans, and you couldn’t imagine what he and any other hybrid has been through, but that doesn’t give him the right to degrade you just because you were born human. Sure, the majority of your species are assholes and have no sense of compassion, but the rest of them don’t define the person you are.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

“The truth!” Minho hisses, “I want you to look me in the fucking eyes and tell me the real reason you’re rounding us up!”

You seethe, leaving your place at the window to stand right in front of the hybrid. Staring straight into his piercing eyes just how he asked, you speak straight from your heart, “Just because you’ve been through hell and back does not give you the right to paint anyone who offers you kindness as a villain… Do you know how dangerous this is for me? So far, I’ve been cursed at, almost beaten and nearly arrested trying to save your brothers. And not to mention the fucking guilt I’d feel if anything ever happens to one of you.

“Because guess what, Minho? Unlike others, I have a heart. And I may be foolish and a damn idiot for following it, but that’s the kind of person I am.” Minho’s eyes try to avert from yours, but you follow and force his focus to remain on you. With a deep sigh, you finish, “So don’t you dare compare me to ‘them,’ because you know what, I’m putting a lot at risk for you guys. And I’ll be damned if your bitterness stops me from doing so.”

Another awkward silence uptakes the atmosphere. You felt a little bad for snapping at the hybrid, but then again you really didn’t. Everything you said is true. The boys may be in danger, but you are even more so. If you’re caught housing rogue and runaway hybrids, ones especially like these boys, you’d be in big, big trouble. You could spend years locked away in the Capital, disappearing like your grandfather did. Or worse.

Minho sighs before meeting your eyes one last time, his irises back to their normal brown. He shakes his head, “You’re really doing this out of the kindness of your heart?”

“I’m doing this because it’s the right thing to do.” You nod, “Now, can you actually treat me like a decent person?”

The hybrid says nothing and gathers his belongings. He throws the trash bag over his shoulder, dragging the suitcase across the creaking floor to the doorway. Minho pauses, tilts his head and hums, “You coming or what?”

You sigh. At least he’s not threatening to leave you behind this time.

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

“Stay close. If these guys figure out you’re human, you’ll never see the light of day ever again.” Minho pulls you into his side, his arm tight around your waist. Although you’re not too happy with the position, you don’t argue. As harmless as majority of the homeless hybrids seem, you know they wouldn’t hesitate to tear you apart. At this point, you just want to get home to the boys.

Get home to Chan.

“Don’t look at anyone. Just keep your head down, got it?”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah.”

You allow Minho to lead you through the packed alleyway, uttering excuses to get through. It may have been your own imagination, but you swear you could feel dozens of eyes staring you down. You push closer to the hybrid, grasping the limb around your torso for comfort. The male acknowledges your anxiety with a gentle pat to your side. It doesn’t ease anything.

Beads of sweat roll down your forehead, which is ironic because the rest of your body felt ice cold. You exhale a deep breath and watch the fog snake in front of your eyes. Panic lurches throughout your veins when you accidentally bump into someone in front of you. Before they could turn, Minho transfers you to his opposite side and apologizes for his clumsiness. You feel your tension recede when the person mutters something out of understanding and goes back to whatever it was they were doing.

You and Minho manage to make it to the end of the alley with no faults. Wracked with heat and shivers, you shove Minho away and collapse against a nearby wall. You tuck your knees into your chest and shield your burning face inside your palms. Minho calls your name, but you can’t respond.

It takes a few moments to ease the panic attack building inside your chest, but you manage to gain control of your own senses again. With a sigh, you uncurl yourself and climb shakily to your feet. Minho offers you a look of concern, one that surprises you, and questions, “You okay?”

You nod and swipe a hand across your sweaty forehead, “Yeah, just needed a minute.”

“Yeah, no, that’s fine.”

You sigh, “Listen, you can’t tell Chan about this, okay? I don’t need him to worry about me.”

“Yeah, no problem”

“Thanks.”

You don’t like the stressful edge of the silence. It fills your body with tension once again, and you can’t seem to meet Minho’s piercing gaze anymore.

His next words strike something deep inside you, “Who abandoned you?”

“Wh-what?”

“Earlier you said you knew what it felt like to be abandoned. So who abandoned you?”

You shake your head, “I don’t-”

“-(Y/N)!” Before you can deflect Minho’s interrogation, sudden arms are sweeping you off your feet and lifting you into the air. You can barely breathe with how tightly this stranger was holding you, but luckily, they lower you back to the ground and allow you the chance to utter their name:

“Chan.”

“Thank god, I thought the police got to you.” Chan smooths back the strands of your hair before caressing your cheek. His skin felt good against your own, easing whatever worries from before had remained. “God damn it, (Y/N), whatever happened to sticking to the plan.”

You shake your head, “I wanted you safe. Where’s Woojin and Hyunjin?”

“Back at the apartment.” Chan answers, “I stayed to look for you. There’s a cab waiting for us a couple streets over.

“How did you get out? I mean, there were cops everywhere, (Y/N).”

You chuckle, “Actually, I had a little help.”

Chan follows your gaze, his touch immediately falling away from your body. His expression shifts wildly, first confusion, then surprise, then absolute joy. The biggest grin spreads across his face as he rushes toward the watching hybrid and sweeps the boy into his embrace. Laughter erupts from the two boys, the sound like music within your ears, as they cling to one another. Soon, chuckles and giggles fade and Chan parts from Minho to scan him up and down.

He shakes his head with a laugh, “You were always a sly bastard.”

Minho grins, “What can I say? I wasn’t born a coyote for nothing.”

Chan sniffs, “It’s so good to see you, bro. So, so good.”

“Same here, Channie-hyung. Same here.”

Chan and Minho hug once again. You watch with admiration, loving how content Chan looked at having his long lost brother within his arms. How could the universe treat such a kind and beautiful creature like absolute shit? Chan deserves the world, so do the rest of his brothers.

And like you said to Minho, you’d be damned if anything stops you from giving them that chance.

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

“You really should have paid more attention, Chan. You could’ve been killed.”

Chan groans, a mix out of frustration and pain. Carefully, you try to be more gentle in sewing the gashes on his arm. When you started, he claimed that it didn’t hurt, but the whites of his knuckles and gritting of his teeth told you otherwise.

“How many times are you going to lecture me about that?” He sends you a teasing smile which shifts into a grimace as you pull the needle through his flesh again. “I still won, didn’t I?”

You sigh, shaking your head with a huff.

“What? You didn’t think I was going to win?”

“It’s not that.” You finish off one of the wounds, tying the string with a small knot. You quickly clean off and sterilize the needle again before tying it to a new thread. Satisfied, you begin stitching the second cut, “I just really don’t like seeing you like this. I think I still have trauma from the time I found you.”

“Well, it’s over and we have Hyunjin and Minho back. That’s all that matters.”

You choose not to respond and continue stitching Chan up in silence. Although you’re completely focused on your work, you can feel Chan’s eyes watching your face. You try to ignore the flitters inside your stomach, passing it off as hunger pains.

You finish the second and third wounds, running a cloth over them to clear any excess blood. Chan raises his arm so you can wrap a bandage around it, his eyes never once leaving your face. With one final pat to his now bandaged arm, you nod, “Okay, I think you’re all set.”

With a smile you meet his gaze, his sparkling brown eyes boring into your own. Your eyes avert to a splotch of dried blood staining just above his right eyebrow. You grab the cloth from before and warn, “Hold still.”

You lean in to lift the moistened rag, swiping it over the smudge with soft strokes. Chan’s warm breath paints your cheeks red hot, and you notice the trembling of your hand at the proximity. Once the blood is gone, you move to retract your limb, but you’re stopped when Chan wraps his fingers around your wrist.

Frozen with shock, you allow Chan to remove the cloth with his other hand. With your hand now free, Chan lowers it into his lap and spreads your fingers into a fan. His pointer finger traces the lines of your palms before lifting it to press a soft kiss to the exact center. His eyes closing in content. A strange heat rushes through your body, a cross between embarrassment and affection, and you make no move to stop him.

When he removes his lips, your flesh feels strangely cold. His eyelids flutter ajar once again, and his dark gaze leaves your lungs without breath. Chan had never looked at you in such a way before, with such admiration and heart. And before you can stop yourself, your eyes are averting down to his lips. Have they always been that pink and plump before?”

“(Y/N),” A shiver runs through your body as your name falls from his lips. You find yourself leaning closer, and you hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was racing nor how you were absolutely shaking. Excitement floods through your veins when the hybrid leans in as well, ears falling to the side, his lips brushing over your cheek as he speaks, “You are the most beautiful human I’ve ever met…”

You find yourself unable to reply, perched on the edge of threading your fingers in his soft hair. Your hand was still on his cheek, and you couldn’t help but think of how beautiful this creature was sitting beneath you. His glittering eyes. Smooth skin. Gentle hands. Everything screamed perfection, even the blemishes he had were perfect.

You haven’t felt like this in a long, long time. And even though you were terrified, you couldn’t deny that you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss Chan so badly.

But just before you could, the bathroom door flies open. You jerk away from the wolf hybrid, clumsily climbing to your feet. Seungmin stood in the doorway, a grin on his face and his laptop cradled in his arms. Luckily, it seemed like he hadn’t seen anything, and you can’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed.

“I think I found Felix! C’mon, you guys have to see this!”

You follow the younger hybrid without acknowledging your previous companion. What were you thinking? Hybrid and human relationships are forbidden in Miroh, much less unheard of. Falling for Chan was like signing your death warrant. Not only could Chan be euthanized, but you could be executed as well. You can’t let that happen again. Not ever.

Even so, you try not to think of how cold and lonely your lips feel.

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Facing Facts: The apprentice

This could alternatively be titled: 5 times Anakin tried to repair his relationship with Ahsoka and one time he knew it was fixed.

The first time Anakin sees her, it’s not a horrendous argument but it’s not a tearful reunion either.

In fact, it was barely even worth noting, if it hadn’t ripped his soul to shreds.

He had only been walking through the palace, hoping to find a place to get some spare parts for his next project with Luke.

Then he bumps into someone. A Togruta woman.

“Sorry ma’am, I wasn’t looking where I was- Ahsoka?”

She looks up at him and her eyes widen. Through the padawan bond he didn’t even think they still had, he feels panic rise through her.

Ahsoka claps her hands over her mouth. She turns to leave and he reaches out to her.

“Ahsoka wait-“ he began, but she has already run off.

He goes straight to Queen Karee.

“You didn’t tell me Ahsoka was here!” He says accusatorily, not even bothering to say hello as he bursts into her office, which he faced a surprising lack of opposition to.

“I told you there were people from your past here. Truthfully Skywalker I’m surprised you hadn’t worked it out.” Queen Karee doesn’t look up from her paperwork as she replies.

“You said I’d find them when the time was right? Was that the right time?!” Anakin demands, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

“No, no it wasn’t.” The Queen’s tone was almost sad.

“She was terrified! She was terrified-“ his voice catches as his own words hit him. “She was terrified of me.” Anakin slumps, feeling defeated.

Queen Karee looks up this time. “When she’s ready, the palace will take you to her quarters Skywalker, I promise you.”

The strange thing about Iith’s palace, disregarding its residents, is that it seemed to have multiple levels and no stairs. Doorways seemed to appear after a certain amount of walking, so it really was surprising that Anakin and Ahsoka had managed to bump into each other in the first place.

So when a door appears in front of Anakin almost a month later, he knocks on it hesitantly.

“Come in,” Ahsoka calls out. Anakin wonders if she knows it’s him or not.

When he enters, she seems to freeze again, but Queen Karee’s words ring in Anakin’s head. Ahsoka has to be ready to see him if he’s here.

“Hey Snips,” he says softly.

“Hey Skyguy.” Ahsoka gestures for him to sit on the other side of the couch from her. He hesitantly obeys.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he admits.

She looks at him gently. “I’m sure you didn’t mean to.”

Anakin tries to search for something to say. “So you’re one of those Sisters?”

“Yeah,” Ahsoka smirks. “One of the originals.”

“Oh,” he replies. “Cool.”

There is silence for a moment or two, and Anakin knows they will get nowhere avoiding things.

“I’m really sorry, Ahsoka, for everything. I’ve caused so much pain, to you, to people you care about, to people I care about. You have no idea how sorry I am,” he confesses.

Ahsoka makes a strangled noise and he looks over at her, alarmed.

“I missed you.” It’s somewhere between a whisper and a whimper, and Ahsoka sounds on the brink of tears.

Having absolutely no clue what to do, Anakin moves a little closer and puts an arm around her to try and comfort her. It’s strange, he never used to be super affectionate but ever since he was brought back, he’s much more into affection.

Ahsoka lets out a sob and wraps both her arms around him.

“You’re okay, Snips. I got you,” he murmurs gently.

Ahsoka hugs him tighter. “I tried so hard to hate you. After the start of the war, after Malachor, after the Death Star. But I never could. I tried so hard but I never could,” she confesses, still crying into his shoulder.

Anakin feels like he’s been given an honour he doesn’t deserve. “Thank you,” he says, feeling on the brink of tears himself.

After that, Anakin would spend time with Ahsoka as well. They’d talk or go on some escapade, and it would be fun.

On this particular day, Anakin has managed to beg the use of some training sabres of off Queen Karee, who was planning to use them to train younglings. When he explained to her it was for Ahsoka, she conceded.

Anakin bounds into Ahsoka’s quarters with a grin on his face. “Hey Snips, I got some training sabres of off the Queen you want to-“

There is someone else in Ahsoka’s living room and it is not someone he had ever expected to see again.

“Padmé?” He whispers.

“Ota.” Ahsoka doesn’t direct the word to him, but to Padmé, and he knows somehow that Ahsoka is asking Padmé to be calm.

Padmé gets up, gives Anakin a death stare and walks out of the room.

Anakin turns to Ahsoka. “Snips, tell me I’m not going crazy, tell me that really was her,” he implores.

“Yes, it was,” Ahsoka says gently.

“Does she- does she hate me?” He asks quietly, dreading the answer.

“I don’t know, Anakin. You spent a really long time trying to kill or bring pain to a lot of people she cares about. You spent a long time trying to kill her children. She’s not exactly thrilled with you,” Ahsoka admits.

And it is another thing that makes sense even though Anakin wishes it doesn’t.

“That word, that you said to her. I’ve heard it before but I don’t know what it means.” He feels like it’s important, though he doesn’t know why.

“Ota? It means Mother, or Mom in Boona.” Ahsoka looks down at the floor. He’s heard of the language before. It’s the main one spoken after Basic on quite a few different planets, both Naboo and Shilli being one of them. He also knows it’s spoken by a lot of Twi’leks as well. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised both Ahsoka and Padmé speak it.

“Oh? You call her Mom?” Anakin inquires, surprised by this revelation.

“Yeah, she pretty much adopted me a couple years into the war. She calls me her daughter and I call her Mom,” Ahsoka explains, a small smile on her face.

Anakin smiles at this. “That’s great, Snips, really great.”

He’s glad, somehow, that they found each other without him.

They do, eventually, get around to sparring. It becomes a weekly practise, and for a while it feels exactly like it used to.

Anakin should have known it wouldn’t last.

It’s a basic move, really. He swung at her and she parried, and her blade hit the side of his face.

Naturally, it stings a little, even if training sabres don’t leave any lasting damage. After all, that was what they were used for.

He groans and grabs the side of his face. Then he brings his blade up to the middle of his face and swings.

Ahsoka screams.

At first, Anakin thinks he’s just hit her, that she’ll laugh in a second and everything will be fine.

Then she falls to the ground, her sabre losing its light and she clutches her hands to her chest.

Anakin’s instincts kick in. He feels a wave of protectiveness, desperate to help her.

“Snips?” Anakin asks hesitantly. He moves towards her, tossing his sabre to the side to show he didn’t mean any harm.

When he gets close, she screams again. He immediately steps back, hands up.

It’s then he remembers Malachor. He remembers the blows struck and how he fought. He cringes at what he had said, wondering if then you will die was ringing through her head.

He guesses the fight must have been so similar that their sparring sent her back to that place.

“Oh Snips, I’m so sorry,” he whispers.

Ahsoka is still hyperventilating, and Anakin wants more than anything to reach out and hold her. But he knows that’s not going to help her right now.

“You’re alright. You’re safe,” he says softly, though he doesn’t know if his voice will make it better or worse. But he tries anyway, because this is Ahsoka and he’d be damned if he doesn’t at least try to help her.

When she’s calm enough to stand, Anakin takes her back to her quarters. He’s somehow not surprised to see Padmé there. She moves quickly, taking Ahsoka into her arms and soothing her.

Padmé gives him such a glare that if looks could kill, he’d be dead again.

They don’t spar again.

When Queen Karee trusts him enough to send him on missions, he discovers that he will be going on one with Ahsoka.

It’s supposed to be a routine mission, stopping some smugglers from getting a shipment of slaves.

It hits a little close to home for him, but he feels like that’s why Queen Karee chose him. He knows now that it would hit close to home for her too.

It goes smoothly, until they discover quite how many smugglers are on board and quite how many blasters they have.

Anakin and Ahsoka are cornered, and while Ahsoka is desperately trying to use the force to find a way out of it, someone aims a blaster straight at her chest.

He knows she probably could deflect it, but she is so distracted that he doesn’t know if she would notice it.

He’s trying to subtly get her attention when the smuggler fires.

There is that wave of protective love once more, and Anakin puts himself between the bullet and Ahsoka.

It hits him right in the chest of course, and he knows he’s dying, but he would prefer it be him than his kid.

The thought surprises him less than he thought it would. He knew that wave of protective love was the same he felt for Luke, and for Leia, even though she hated him. He’d die for them without any hesitation, and so, it seems, he would for Ahsoka.

It makes sense, really. He had always had that love for her. He just hadn’t realised it wasn’t just normal “master-apprentice the master wants her to do well” kind of fondness.

He almost laughs that it took him twenty four years and having biological children to figure that out.

Ahsoka sees him on the ground, and there is a very big flash before all the blasters seem to stop.

Anakin decides not to wonder what Ahsoka has done to them. What matters is the smugglers can’t get the shipment.

He sees her face, which looks more angry than scared or sad. But he sees a fierceness in there too.

It’s only black for a few moments before he’s up and breathing again.

And suddenly what Queen Karee said makes sense. She hadn’t meant Luke or Leia, she had meant Ahsoka. Ahsoka was the family that had helped bring him back, that had wanted him back to life.

It appears the Queen was much more perceptive than him. This was why she hadn’t been worried when Ahsoka reacted so badly the first time she saw him. Because the Queen knew Ahsoka still wanted to be in his life, still wanted him around.

Though now, she looked furious.

“Why did you do that?” Ahsoka demands. “It would have gone right through me. I was almost done finding a solution anyway!”

“He had a blaster aimed at your chest! You would have been killed and then where would we be?!” Anakin retorts, half hurt, half confused.

Ahsoka gives him a very tired look, and walks straight through the wall and back again. “No. I wouldn’t have.”

“It was the right thing to do. I’m not just going to leave you to die!” He objects.

“You seemed perfectly content to do that on Malachor!” Ahsoka retorts and Anakin’s anger dissipates.

“I knew you’d find your way out. I knew you’d be fine.” He can’t look at her as he says it, and it is then he realises that all the smugglers have turned to stone. Comforting.

“I almost wasn’t,” Ahsoka says softly. “There was so much dark energy that I couldn’t teleport. My powers are based in the light, and that place was made of darkness. I only escaped because a member of a rebel cell I knew rescued me through a time portal.”

“I didn’t know that. I never could have killed you, Ahsoka,” Anakin tells her. It was the truth. He could never.

Ahsoka looks up at him and his heart sinks. “Not if you knew it was me, you couldn’t. But truthfully, Anakin, you’ve killed me countless times, while I was disguised. The Sisters known to be dead or known to you had to fight with their shape changed. It’s not that hard, but I couldn’t do it on Malachor.” Her image changes about twenty times before going back to herself and Anakin remembers killing the majority of them.

“Ahsoka-“ All the words he could possibly say would mean nothing and he knows it.

“I could never kill you, that was my downfall. I’d get right to the point where someone would have to strike the killing blow and I couldn’t do it. So you’d do it instead,” Ahsoka confesses.

“Ahsoka, I didn’t know-“ he began, but he knew it was no excuse.

“I know you didn’t.” She looks up at the ceiling and he sees tears in her eyes. “You know, I always hoped it would be me that brought you back to the light, that you’d chose me over Palpatine. But I guess it makes sense that it was your kid who brought you back, your son.”

He wants to tell her that she has always been a daughter to him, that he had realised it too late, that he had to have biological kids before he realised that he felt the exact same way about Ahsoka.

But this isn’t the time to tell her that, so he tells her a different truth. “You almost did.”

She looks up at him sharply. “What?”

“If it wasn’t for the influence of the dark side in that temple, I probably would have gone with you. If I wasn’t selfish and a coward, wanting the power of the dark side and not wanting to face the consequences of my actions, I would have gone with you. I very nearly did,” he confesses.

Ahsoka looks at him and this time her smile is sad. “But you didn’t.”

“I know,” Anakin says. “I’m sorry.”

She nods. “I know you are, Anakin, I know you are.”

They don’t talk about their trauma very much. They know they both have their issues and their triggers from the war.

So when Anakin walks into Ahsoka’s quarters and she’s curled up into a ball on the balcony, naturally he’s worried.

He walks up behind her, not trying to startle her too badly. “Hey Snips,” he says softly. “What’s up?”

She shook her head. “It’s gone. It’s all gone.”

“What’s gone?” He asks gently.

“I heard a noise, a bang and I can’t turn around, I can’t open my eyes, because if I do it’s all going to be gone.” Ahsoka takes a shuddering breath.

Anakin turns around and sees a pile of pots and pans on the floor in the kitchen. He assumes they must have fallen down and made an almighty crash. He doesn’t blame her for getting upset.

“It’s alright Ahsoka, look, it’s all still here.” He tries to grab her shoulder gently and pull her around but she resists so much that he leaves her there.

“No, no, no, it’s all gone.” Ahsoka’s eyes are squeezed shut and her head is pressed against the balcony fence.

“It’s not gone Ahsoka. It’s all still there, I promise you,” Anakin reassured her gently.

He tries to remember what Padmé did to comfort her. He runs his hands gently over her shoulders and her back, and pulls her close.

Ahsoka lets out a sob. “It’s gone, it’s all gone and it’s going to be so awful to try and fix everything. There’s going to be bits of people everywhere and it’s going to be horrible.” She presses her head against his chest, eyes still firmly shut.

“It’s okay Ahsoka, you’re here, you’re safe. It’s all still here. It was just some pots and pans. There was no bomb,” Anakin tells her gently but firmly.

She opens her eyes, looking up at him. “It’s all still here?”

“Look for yourself,” he says, and she does. When she sees that everything is fine, she starts crying again.

“It’s okay, you’re here, you’re safe,” he murmurs to her over and over again.

“I’m on Iith, I’m safe. I’m on Iith with my mom,” Ahsoka looks up tentatively at him. “And my dad?”

His heart melts, and he smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before pulling her up against him even tighter. “Yeah kiddo, yeah you are.”

#ahsoka tano #star wars au #star wars #ahsoka and her dad #Anakin Skywalker #Karee Shi’in #padme amidala #Facing Facts series

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recentanimenews · 4 years

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Bookshelf Briefs 5/28/20

Dr. STONE, Vol. 11 | By Riichiro Inagaki and Boichi | Viz Media – Balloons! Yes, Dr. STONE is taking it upon itself to do something it does best, which is show off the gorgeous vistas of this not-really-that-explored future Japan it takes place in. And that means hot air balloons. It also means speedboats! But alas, just because Senku is a scientist does not mean he can cook. So they use some of the last remaining fluid to un-stone a butler-cum-chef-cum-everything, Francois, who is flamboyant and also a lot of fun. There’s actually some really good humor in this volume as well, be it the reporter getting her camera and its undercutting right afterwards, or Senku’s Einstein impersonation. This remains one of the essential Jump titles. – Sean Gaffney

Dungeon Builder: The Demon King’s Labyrinth Is a Modern City!, Vol. 2 | By Rui Tsukiyo and Hideaki Yoshikawa | Seven Seas – After wrapping up the cliffhanger from the first volume (he names his first monster girl, which gives her the power-up (and bust expansion) she needs to win), the cast gets down to the nitty-gritty of what he wants to do: build a city, not a dungeon, which feeds on positive emotions. Of course, there are a few problems. Location, labor costs, the neighboring demon lords, and of course Marcho’s impending death, which she seems to have accepted more than Procel has. This remains sort of mid-tier manga—not interesting enough to stand out, but the pages turn easily, and you could do worse. Also, brilliant pun for the back-cover blurb. – Sean Gaffney

Éclair Blanche: A Girls’ Love Anthology That Resonates in Your Heart | By Various Artists | Yen Press – The second of the Éclair anthologies to come out over here, this one seems to focus more attention on love that is already in bloom when the story begins than love that we see the start of. There’s a nice mix of funny, heartwarming, sad, and generally melancholic. Some highlights are “Azalea Corner,” about a minion’s crush on the arrogant ojou she follows; “The Unemployed Woman and the High School Girl,” which should be awful but is by Canno so is cute instead; and “That Summer Won’t Come Again,” about a girl trapped in her sister’s past who bonds with a senpai and learns to swim again. There’s good and not-so-good here, but overall well worth buying. – Sean Gaffney

Éclair Blanche: A Girls’ Love Anthology That Resonates in Your Heart | By Various Artists | Yen Press – This is the second Éclair anthology, but aside from two continuations, all the stories here are new. The quality varies, and it seems the better stories are in the front. The first story, Fly’s “Flowers in a Storm,” sets the tone for bittersweet, ambiguous endings with the tale of a first kiss that comes too late. There are also several stories about unrequited love for a friend who loves someone else, be it another girl, an idol, or a guy. Kabocha’s “Though Summer Won’t Come Again” is a standout, about a girl who assumes the senpai she’s developed feelings for prefers her older sister, as everyone else seems to. Unfortunately, I found the stories toward the end of the volume to be less enjoyable, particularly the final one, which includes the most awkward teacher-student embrace I have ever seen. Still, I will read the next installment when it comes out! – Michelle Smith

I Didn’t Mean to Fall in Love | By Minta Suzumaru | Futekiya (digital only) – Yoshino Kiritani is a beautiful 30-year-old salaryman who happens to be both gay and a virgin. With no relationship prospects on the horizon and wanting to finally have sex, he goes to a gay bar, meets a charismatic college student named Rou, and sleeps with him. The back-and-forth that follows between these two guys is so well done. Rou is a notorious playboy with a hot-and-cold routine he has employed many times to manipulate his conquests into falling for him and confessing their feelings. He tries this on Yoshino, even though he’s actually serious about him, but it doesn’t work. Self-effacing Yoshino genuinely thinks Rou wants nothing more to do with him, forcing Rou to face the seriously scary prospect of rejection by declaring his feelings first. There are a few explicit scenes, but they serve the characters and story well. Highly recommended! – Michelle Smith

Love Me, Love Me Not, Vol. 2 | By Io Sakisaka | Viz Media – First of all, a word of advice to the author: don’t sink people’s ships in your author’s notes, OK? Secondly, this continues to have the strengths of Io Sakisaka titles—it gets teenage love in a good way, has characters who are likeable but clearly flawed, shows gradual character growth, and has clean, easy-to-follow art. She’s still trying to balance out the idealistic girl with the realistic girl, though it may be leaning towards the former. Sadly, it also contains what’s always been one of this author’s big weaknesses to me—I like her series but never love them. Each volume is fun to read and I’d call it good, but it’s never going to be tops in my favorite shoujo manga lists. It’s not life-changing the way a Yona of the Dawn is. – Sean Gaffney

Ping Pong, Vol. 1 | By Taiyo Matsumoto | Viz Media – Ever since Matsumoto was a guest at TCAF in 2013 and spoke in depth about the series, its development, and how it fit into his overall career, I’ve been desperately wanting to read Ping Pong in English. When the excellent anime adaptation came and went soon after and the original manga still hadn’t been licensed, I didn’t expect that we’d ever see it translated. But it is actually here! The first of two beautifully designed omnibus volumes. And I am absolutely in love with Matsumoto’s Ping Pong. Ostensibly a high school sports manga, Ping Pong spends very little time explaining the ins and outs of the game even though table tennis is essentially omnipresent; instead, the series devotes its attention almost entirely to the characters themselves. With strong psychological elements, in part the work’s themes explore talent, motivation, and self-determination, all supported by Matsumoto’s distinctive and spectacularly dynamic and expressive artwork. – Ash Brown

Prince Freya, Vol. 1 | By Keiko Ishihara | VIZ Media – The land of Tyr is threatened by Sigurd, the empire to the north. Our “wimpy and weak” heroine, Freya, happens to be the spitting image of Prince Edvard, who’s just been poisoned by Sigurd, and so takes on the role of impersonating him to protect her country. Alas, Freya’s performance as Edvard (and characterization in general) is inconsistent and in a way that doesn’t seem intentional on the mangaka’s part. Sometimes she boldly and capably takes action, sometimes she just cries. In my notes I wrote, “This ain’t no Basara,” prompted by a panel in which Freya is making an extremely insipid face because of something sappy her love interest has just said, but then something super dramatic and unexpected occurs and… well, now I’m cautiously on board. It may turn out to be fluffier than I would like, but I will at least give it a couple more volumes. – Michelle Smith

The Quintessential Quintuplets, Vol. 9 | By Negi Haruba | Kodansha Comics – There’s less swapping in this one, but the one time there is a swap it blows the reader out of the water. I suspect Ichika’s popularity took a nosedive after this volume, as her ideal of “all’s fair in love and war” is taken to a somewhat cruel conclusion. She’s not even the thirstiest of the quints, as both Nino and Miku are trying to make their feelings for Futaro as clear to him as possible. Meanwhile, Yotsuba is trying the opposite tactic, saying that she’ll support whichever sister that isn’t her he picks, showing off a core of self-deprecation that we’ve seen before, but never to this level. And then there’s Itsuki, who seems to have forgotten she was supposed to be first girl. Great harem antics. – Sean Gaffney

Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts, Vol. 9 | By Yu Tomofuji | Yen Press – I missed reviewing the eighth volume of this, for some reason; I’m not sure why. It continues to be quietly sweet, with a heroine who perhaps leans a little too much towards “can save everyone by the sheer power of being really nice.” That said, nice can only go so far, and when she discovers a country that’s being blackmailed into slavery, nice becomes determined and fierce. There’s also some tortured romance at the start—the king’s chief bodyguard and the princess’s attendant clearly are headed towards each other, but there are a few steps back here before we can move forward once more. I admit that I’d likely enjoy this more without its central conceit of animal people, but oh well. – Sean Gaffney

Snow White with the Red Hair, Vol. 7 | By Sorata Akiduki | Viz Media – I admit I was a bit more surprised than Shirayuki was at the identity of the leader of the Lions of the Mountain. That said, it does remind us that Shirayuki is another one of those great “shoujo heroines who underreacts to everything,” which can be quite amusing when done right. That said, this volume is when the series transitioned from the quarterly DX to the main LaLa magazine, and as such much of the middle part is taken up with introducing new readers to the main cast and the situation. This includes an amusing “personality reversal” chapter where Mitsuhide starts acting like a chivalrous knight. the book ends with the implication that their love is going public. How will that go? Great shoujo. – Sean Gaffney

Wandering Witch: The Journey of Elaina, Vol. 1 | By Jougi Shiraishi, Itsuki Nanao, and Azure | Square Enix – This is a manga adaptation of the first fourth or so of the light novel, and it’s a very good adaptation. I will admit that Elaina is a lot more expressive than I was expecting… her delivery in the novels is somewhat cool… but it makes sense given the manga’s visual medium, and she’s cute. This volume shows off what we’re going to get from now on: some cute fluffy stories, some melancholic stories with deaths, some stories of Elaina having to extricate herself from a situation, and some backstory showing how she came to be wandering. The final story was one of my favorites in the book, and it’s the best one here too. A nice adaptation. – Sean Gaffney

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chaeunwoof · 5 years

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A Muffled Confession

A story about Eunwoo and Moonbin as roommates and Eunwoo accidentally asked Moonbin to dry his hair for him

This is a Binu one shot I just finished!! I finally got myself together and finished this fic. Tbh this wasn’t the original fic I had planned, this was just smt I wanted to write as a one shot cuz I’m no where near finishing on the other fic im working on fml. please excuse my English and bad grammar cries.

When Eunwoo was young, his parents always worked until late at night. Even though they couldn’t spend a lot of time with young Eunwoo, he never complained and tried his best to take good care of himself. Eunwoo’s parents worked hard to accommodate their busy schedule to participate in small parts of Eunwoo’s childhood. His father would always make sure to get home before he goes to sleep. Often times, his father would sit down by his bed and dry his hair after he showers at night. Young Eunwoo would sit facing the wall while his dad sits behind him by the edge of his bed. It was a special moment for Eunwoo, he shares his little secrets with his father, from small pranks on his mother to relationship issues that he would wish to hide from his mother. They are private conversations because his mother would not be able to hear through the loud noise from the hair dryer. It was an intimate and sweet memory for Eunwoo. As Eunwoo grows up and his father working more hours, this activity drops rapidly and completely stops after Eunwoo had moved into the dorms as he starts training.

Eunwoo was surprised at himself when he asked Moonbin to dry his hair one night after the two of them moved into the same room as ASTRO members.

“Hey Binnie, are you free right now?” Eunwoo finds himself asking Moonbin absentminded when he walks out of the shower. Eunwoo was definitely not finding his new roommate more attractive by the days they’re living and training together. Eunwoo was definitely not feeling anything more than ‘pure friendship’ after spending 24 hours a day 7 days a week with his new roommate. Eunwoo was definitely not feeling butterflies in his stomach whenever he sees his new roommate dance in the studio. Eunwoo was having a hard time shoving his ‘over the line’ thoughts away after not having any time apart from his new roommate due to their busy schedule leading up to their debut. To be fair, Moonbin is very attractive, his dance moves are as good as a professional dancer, his voice is angelic and his personality is too dorky for anyone to dislike.

“Yes Minnie,” I’d do anything for you, Moonbin thinks to himself. “I mean I am just on my phone reading Webtoons, what do you need?” Moonbin replies as he looks up from his phone to find a freshly out of the shower Eunwoo, who’s hair is still wet and is currently drying it with a white towel, like how the main male lead does it in romance dramas. Moonbin couldn’t think straight, No one would be able to think straight after looking at Eunwoo like this, Moonbin mentally slaps himself as he tries to keep his eyes only on Eunwoo’s face.

“I’m sorry but is it okay if I ask you to…” Eunwoo suddenly finds it hard to voice his request, it is pretty embarrassing in his opinion, and he is scared that the other would not like the kind of intimacy this activity brings between the two of them.

Moonbin tilts his head and looks at Eunwoo, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“Like if you have nothing to do…I mean you are definitely doing something right now but is it okay if I… I mean you don’t have to agree but is it okay if I ask you to… dry my hair for me? I mean if you don’t want to it is totally fine I understand this is a weird request, I’m sorry I probably shouldn’t have ask I am sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable I will dry it my-”

“It is totally fine Eunwoo,” Moonbin chuckles at Eunwoo’s cute reaction. “Give me a second, let me get the hair dryer.” Moonbin answers before he gets off the top bunk, leaving his Webtoon behind.

Eunwoo decides that he would sit on the ground in front of his bunk bed and allow Moonbin to sit on his bed, so it is more comfortable for both of them. To be fair, it is hard to fit two grown boys on the bottom bunk, especially the one they own in the ASTRO dorm.

Moonbin soon sits down behind Eunwoo, with the yellow minion hair dryer in hand. Eunwoo bought the minion dryer online when they were shopping for move in supplies, “It is the cutest thing in the world!” Eunwoo proclaims when the other members asked about the oddly shaped hair dryer.

As Moonbin straightens the wire and attempts to plug it into the outlet in front of Eunwoo, he couldn’t stop thinking about how close they are to each other. Let’s not make this weird and just plug it in... Moonbin you can totally do it. As Moonbin moves closer, Eunwoo unexpectedly turns his head towards Moonbin. There was a moment of complete silence. Moonbin was just very glad he was and currently is still looking straight at the outlet in front of Eunwoo, even though he can feel Eunwoo’s breath right by his neck and his gaze right on his face. Moonbin retreats to his position behind Eunwoo as soon as he plugs the hair dryer into the outlet while trying to keep a straight, he coughs lightly to drag Eunwoo out of his frozen state.

Eunwoo turns back to look at the outlet in front of him, stuttering out an apology “I am sorry I... I didn’t mean to turn, I... I just wanted to check on what you’re currently doing I… once again I am so sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable”

There’s nothing you can do to make me feel uncomfortable around you Moonbin thinks, not even if you walk out of the shower and your towel drops wait what am I thinking MOONBIN GET YOURSELF TOGETHER PLEASE

“Binnie?” Moonbin was dragged out of his thoughts when Eunwoo calls out his name while still facing forward, away from Moonbin.

“Yes Minnie, give me a second I am sorry.” Moonbin then places the hair dryer on the bed and reaches for the towel that is still on Eunwoo’s damped hair. How is someone so cute and what shampoo does he use again? Moonbin gently dries Eunwoo’s hair with the white towel before he took it off and hung it on the ladder by the bunk bed. Then he picks up the hair dryer and starts drying Eunwoo’s hair.

It was a very cute moment, Eunwoo quietly sitting on the floor blushing while Moonbin gently pushes Eunwoo’s hair around and softly shakes the hair dryer so Eunwoo’s hair doesn’t overheat from the dryer. The room is filled with nothing other than the loud noise of the hair dryer and a slight tint of lust in the air.

“Minnie?” Moonbin whispers in hope that Eunwoo wouldn’t answer. He wishes the hair dryer is loud enough to cover his voice from the other members and his own roommate. When Eunwoo did not reply, Moonbin doesn’t know if he didn’t reply because he didn’t hear him or he cannot hear him.

“Dongmin…?” When Eunwoo did not reply to Moonbin calling him by his birth name, Moonbin is certain that Eunwoo did not hear him. Eunwoo always answers when Moonbin calls him by Dongmin, they both know that the name Dongmin is only used when Moonbin desperately needs Eunwoo. However, what Moonbin did not know is that Eunwoo heard him the first time, but he thought he’d imagined it. Eunwoo had the scene of Moonbin romantically drying his hair in his mind like a movie played million times. Eunwoo had been wishing for this kind of intimacy with Moonbin when he realized he was developing feelings for the other. He was in a lot of shock and was still stuck in the idea that this whole thing a dream until Moonbin called him the second time. However he was too in awe to reply before Moonbin continues his monologue.

“do you know...”

“ah of course you don’t know because I’ve never told you…”

“I’m also hoping that you will never know...”

“I’ve always wanted to be this close to you...”

“different from being on stage and just being the soap couple in front of everyone else…”

“but ourselves in our little space and this close to each other...”

“sometimes I just wish I can call you mine…” Moonbin then panics, what if he’s going too far? But then he realizes that no one would hear him and the feeling of relieve washed over him. What Moonbin does not know is that Eunwoo’s face is heating up faster than the hair dryer in his hands.

That was the last thing Moonbin said before he retrieved to silence as he continues to work on drying Eunwoo’s hair. After what felt like an eternality to Eunwoo, he whispers “I can be yours…” It was a very low whisper, one that Moonbin thought he’d imagined it. He looks at Eunwoo’s back with confusion. He turns off the hair dryer, just to check if he heard Eunwoo saying something. Then Eunwoo turns around and looks at Moonbin in the eye, whispering another “I can be yours”, this time, Moonbin was sure he heard him right.

Eunwoo reaches for Moonbin’s hand and turns the hair dryer on even though his hair is definitely dry. Moonbin was confused, he looked at the hair dryer setting on the bed blowing hot air into the bed and then looks up to find Eunwoo’s face just an inch away from his, before he can process anything, Eunwoo’s lips landed on Moonbin’s.

The next morning, Sanha walks up to the breakfast table asking “who blew dry their hair for like 20 minutes straight last night? Wait not really… there was pause in the middle…???” JinJin then adds “yeah, so who was it? Was it Eunwoo or Moonbin? You know manager-nim is going to yell at me again for the electric bill, right?”

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o-holynight · 5 years

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Charismatic As Hell And Cute To Boot | All You Have To Do Is Fall In Love AU

Other Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 Author: Michaela - @o-holynight Pairing: Joe Mazzello / OFC Rating: T Word Count: 2.9k POV: Michaela Warnings: swearing Summary: After a full day of spending time with each other, neither Joe nor Michaela wants the date to end; So it doesn’t.

Masterlist found here! Series Summary: Best friends and college roommates Ben, Joe, and Gwil, find themselves tangled up with a group of girls who bring out the best (and worst) in them. Series Warnings: drinking, swearing Authors’ Note: Stories can stand alone, but it’s much better when read all together! Not everything is always in the same tense, or same point of view/perspective.

After hours of gushing to Sarah and working up the courage to ask her to ask Ben to ask Joe if he would even be interesting in having my number—I finally opened his contact. Having only a low quality Facebook tagged photo as the sole image to be his contact picture, it would have to do. Though he did look absolutely adorable in it; it was borderline attacking.

I stared at his name for a while longer, debating on whether or not I should even contact him. He was flirting, wasn’t he? Ben did say he liked me a whole lot...for being willing to shit his brains out later...but that’s besides the point. I thought of texting him and asking how he was doing, but maybe that was just adding salt to the wound? Ah, fuck it.

I triple checked my finger placement to make sure that I clicked “Message” and not, god forbid, call or FaceTime him, and started typing.

Hey Joe! How are you feeling? It’s Michaela, by the way.

Send. I really should have found something to preoccupy my mind while waiting for his response, But I didn’t think that far in advance. It seemed that Joe made me act without overthinking first. Oh boy this could be dangerous. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably in reality only 15 long agonizing minutes, I saw the three dots typing.

I clutched my phone to my chest, covering my mouth in fear of making an embarrassing middle schooler squeal. I made myself wait at least a full minute before looking back at my screen, not wanting to seem too eager.

I’m better, now that I’m talking to you. (: God, sorry, was that too cliche? I meant to say, still pretty terrible I feel like shit. And thanks for spelling your name out, I was wondering about that one. (:

He uses so many smiley faces, I can’t help but smile myself. I really think I must be in a dream sequence. And if my alarm goes off any second I will never forgive it.

Oh my god I’m SO SORRY!! Again, I really didn’t know and I would’ve totally made you something else. I really, really wish you didn’t have to suffer on my behalf. Haha yeah, it’s not too hard. Michael with an A.

I flipped around on my stomach, wedging my pillow under my chest, trying to find a comfortable position for a hopefully lengthy conversation.

Alrighty Michael A, that’s officially gonna be what you are in my contacts. And no, I’m not suffering...anymore.

We continued talking for hours on end. Lots of get-to-know-you questions ripped straight from questionnaires off the first three or so pages of Google. I’m not sure how we agreed upon this but the two of us were officially going on a date the very next day. Joe brought up this really good smoothie place in the middle of central campus, and I would have happily watched paint dry with the guy. So of course I agreed. We settled on lunchtime, which means there were only about 8 hours left until I could see him again. Which was one of the only reasons I was okay when he didn’t respond to my final text message, signaling that he had probably fallen asleep, like any self respecting human would have done at 4:00am.

The next morning I was flitting around the apartment like a madman at 10:00 am. “Guys what do I wear!! I want to be cute, but I can’t wear a dress we’ll be walking all around campus and my thighs will chafe and that’s not cute for anyone—“

Sarah grabs me by the shoulders. “Listen, just wear leggings and a t-shirt. It’s what you wore last time! It’s what he fell for you in.”

I blushed when she mentioned him falling for me. “Yeah but if I wear leggings and a t-shirt again, he will think all I wear is leggings and a t-shirt.”

“That is all you wear…” Ella piped up from the hallway, as she appeared in my room. “Besides your gay as hell Hawaiian shirt collection. But maybe save that for the second date, eh?”

“Okay FINE, but I’m going long sleeved this time. It’s a little breezy out there.” I said, checking my weather app for the third time this morning. I figured I’d be cold walking around, as well as drinking a smoothie.

At exactly one minute past twelve, I got a text saying that Joe was outside. My heart began its palpitations and I didn’t know if it would ever stop.

“Wish me luck!” I whispered as I passed my roommates, on my way to answer the door.

“Good luck! Get fucked!” they said in response, and I shot them a dagger-like glare before opening the door to greet Joe.

He was wearing jeans and also sporting a long sleeved t-shirt. It made him look so cozy that I could snuggle right up to him, but that would be a bit much. Or so I thought. He pulled me into a hug in the doorway, and I could have melted. His arms were so strong as they wrapped around my torso, and my face nestled tightly against his broad chest. “Hey! Long time no see, Michael A.” he said as he pulled away from the hug. I barely wanted to release my arms from around him, but I did.

“Back atcha...Joey.” I said, trying to come up with a similar nickname on the spot.

He cringed. “Oof, no one’s called me that in years.” he said with a fond smile.

We left the apartment after a couple of whoops and whistles of encouragement from Sarah. “Sorry about her. I think she’s just really excited.”

“Oh I don’t mind. Sarah’s great.” Joe chuckled. “Are you really excited?”

“I am.” I said, looking up at him, to find him staring up at me, smiling sweetly. It made me blush and return my gaze to the ground.

The two of us walked around in a comfortable silence for a while until we reached the smoothie shop. Joe opened the door for me, and followed behind. As we were standing in line, we poked fun at the silly words that they tried to pass off as smoothie names. I ordered a Kowabunga, some tropical coconut mango thing, and Joe snickered as he ordered the SOB, strawberry, orange, banana smoothie. “Man they just keep getting weirder huh.” He insisted on paying for both of our smoothies, though I tried to hand him a $5 bill, he snuck it back into my waistband where I kept my phone. “That...wasn’t supposed to be indicative of anything, that’s just...it’s where you had your money—“

“Hey, it’s fine Joey, don’t worry about it.” I said laughing at his flusteredness, grabbing his arm and walking out of the smoothie shop.

Once out through the doors, I dropped my hold on his arm, but he quickly slinked his hand down to grab ahold of mine, lacing our fingers together.

“This okay?” he asked, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. It sent tingles up my arm and directly to my heart. But all I could do was nod my head rapidly and smile.

We walked and talked for a while, sipping on our smoothies. “Joe,” I said draining the last of my smoothie before tossing it into a nearby trash can. “I have a confession.”

“Yeah?” he asked, sounding a bit nervous. “Confess away.”

“I’m allergic to fruit.” I said, looking up at him and pursing my lips.

“What!? And you let me bring you to a smoothie shop. You’re worse than me with the cheese! Why are you just telling me this now?” He asked, hitting me in the side with both of our hands clasped together.

“Because I wanted to finish my smoothie before you made me get rid of it. It’s nothing too bad. It’s just like when you eat too much pineapple and your mouth gets really sore, except it’s all fruit all the time.” I said, used to my spiel.

“I can’t say that’s ever happened to me, guess I gotta eat more pineapple and feel the burn.” he said, sipping on his last bit of smoothie, and reaching awkwardly towards a trash can, unwilling to let go of my hand.

We talked for a bit more, walking past buildings that we both had classes in, telling class horror stories, making sure to let each other know which professors to never sign up for a class with. I learned that Joe is a film major, and hopes to be a director one day.

“I think you’re quite suited to being in front of the camera too.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Yeah. You’re charismatic as hell, and cute to boot.” I said knocking my hip into his.

He smiled at the ground, rubbing at his neck nervously. “Aw shucks, you’re makin’ me blush now.”

“Good.” I said, trying to be a little more forward than I usually am. I really liked this guy, and I desperately needed not to blow it this time.

“I like film though. I really do. Learning how to make a scene come out just right. Seeing it go from a small viewfinder to the big screen. The editing process. It’s all great. But I’m really into all the old cameras and shit. My dad got me this camcorder with a whole bunch of tapes for by birthday last year and I’ve just been fuckin around with that lately. Something about the old method just really adds something special. Oh...sorry—I uh, swear a lot.” He said, going on and on about his passions, as I studied his face. When he talked about what made him happy, I could see a sparkle in his eye that made him ten times more attractive than he already was.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all. I love a good potty mouth.” I smirked. “So what do you do in your free time then?”

He shoved his free hand in his jeans pocket before speaking. “Well, like I said I’m into all that old film, so I really enjoy photography too. Digital and film. There’s a great dark room on campus that you can sign up for time in, it’s really cool. The process smells like rotting asshole but the results are worth it I like to think.”

“Oh I’m familiar. I took a photography class in high school. I have a film camera lying around my house somewhere back home. I should bring it back with me next time I go.” I said heart soaring that we had something in common. “Do you work?”

“Oh yeah. I work at Dick’s. Sporting Goods. Not a strip club or anything.” he joked.

“I know what Dick’s is.” I whispered, before giggling. “Yeah Sarah goes there all the time.”

“Really? Don’t think I’ve ever seen her in before.”

“Well, she says apparently they have the best sports bras in town? Maybe you need to spend a little more time in the lingerie section of your sporting goods store and you’ll find her.”

We walked aimlessly for a little while longer. Once we had lapped the entire campus twice without realizing, we decided maybe we should be heading back. But we both knew that neither of us wanted to leave.

As we were driving back to my place in his truck, he had his hand resting on my knee, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

We walked extremely slowly up to my residence, and lingered in the hallway outside my door. I was holding loosely onto his thumb as I leaned back against the doorframe, just wanting some form of contact, as we had barely let go of each other the whole day.

“Um, so they just released a new show on Netflix…” Joe started.

“Wanna come in and watch it?” I asked immediately, knowing nothing about the show, the genre, the storyline, the cast. But again, I’d watch paint dry just to spend more time with him.

“Well sheesh, buy me a drink first why don’t ya, I’m not that easy.” he snickered. “Yeah sure great let’s do it.” Joe said, smiling that I had gone for his bait.

I unlocked the door and he walked in, looking around for a second, taking in all the attempts at home decor that the three of us could muster. He nodded in approval.

“Well since you’re in already guess you won’t be needing that drink after all.”

“Hey, it’s 5:00 somewhere, and that somewhere is here!” he said, glancing down at his watch, noticing it was almost half past 5.

“Any drink in particular you fancy? Preferably something I could make with a limited stock of ingredients.”

“Rum and coke is fine.” Joe smiled, taking a tentative seat on the big comfy chair that faced the TV.

I whipped it up quickly, making one for myself as well. More coke than rum though, for me. “Sorry we don’t have any limes left. Ben used them all last week. It’s a simple drink, cause I’m a simple girl. It’s not the Four Seasons or anything.”

“Hey, Ben works there, you know. He should know a thing or two about the importance of proper garnishes. I’m only kidding. It’s great, thank you.”

I paused for a half a second wondering if there was room for two on the seat he was sitting on. He must’ve picked up on this, because he wiggled over slightly and patted the cushion beside him. I smiled and sat down eagerly. The cushion was very soft and worn, and it dipped down in the center, making both of us slide towards each other, thighs touching. It was nice.

I leaned forward to grab the remote off of the coffee table, and when I leaned back into the chair, Joe’s arm was situated around the back. He placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing gently, and I leaned into his chest, practically laying on top of him.

At that moment, Sarah and Ella heard the familiar tone of Netflix being turned on, and emerged from their rooms.

“Michaela!! Why didn’t you tell us you were back, tell us all about your day with—Joe!!” Sarah started, pausing when she saw Joe’s head poke up from the back of the chair, my head peeking out shortly after.

“Nice place you got, McDonald. Where’d you get all this top notch decor, Target?” Joe teased, his hand moving down from my shoulder to resting right above my waist. I bit my lip to try and prevent any further reaction, though I wanted to scream giddily.

“As a matter of fact yes, what the fuck is wrong with that.” Sarah said crossing her arms in front of her.

“Seems a little cliche for a place full of white girls.”

“Okay, mister liquor bottle, you’ve got a lotta balls coming in here like that.” Sarah chuckled as she sat on the arm of the adjacent sofa. That’s when she noticed that his arm was wrapped tightly around my waist.

“I see you two are getting comfortable with each other, I’ll leave you to it… Ella let's go watch something in here.” Sarah said, pulling Ella away from the two of us so we could enjoy the rest of our date.

The night went on, and the conversation never dulled. Whatever series was rolling on Netflix was more of a background noise for the ramblings between the two of us sitting on the big comfy chair. Over the hours, Joe had gradually slid down in his seat, head resting on the back cushion. I had my legs draped over his, and his fingers were tracing mindlessly over the sliver of skin exposed at the ankle of my leggings. It all felt so natural, like we had known each other for years. Except everything was new. Every fact I learned about the man made me fall a little deeper for him. We had so much in common despite living such different childhoods.

We lost all track of time, and didn’t even notice when Netflix timed out on the ‘Are you still watching?’ screen. I don’t even know who fell asleep first, but I woke up in the middle of the night to a room barely illuminated by the dark light of the TV’s screensaver. The blanket that usually laid across the back of the chair was wrapped around Joe and I, and his arm was slung over my middle, gripping me tightly, holding me close. I rubbed my eyes and adjusted my position, pulling the blanket further up on my body. Joe stirred at my movements and gave a little stretch.

“Don’t worry about moving, ‘wanna stay like this.” I whispered softly, moving in even closer, laying my head onto his chest and wrapping my arms around his torso.

His hand came to rest in my hair, stroking it softly before falling back asleep. The sound of his breath evening out and the slowing of his heart beat lulled me back to sleep as well. I could definitely get used to this.

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@a-night-at-the-0pera @crazylittlethingcalledobsession @lelifesaver @redspecialty @rrrogahtaylahhhh

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plussizeappreciationfics · 6 years

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One shot: Girl like you

Requested by @alissaissuperflysister: Please, can you write a one shot with Tom Hiddleston using the girls like you song by maroon 5 with Cardi b? Smut is nice but I like it to be really romantic, please? I am white but I really don't have a racial preferance. I love this blog and keep doing u boo 😘😘😘

Pairing: Unspecified plus sized reader x Tom Hiddleston

Warning(s): none

Word count: 1358

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Spent 24 hours, I need more hours with you You spent the weekend getting even, ooh We spent the late nights making things right between us But now it's all good, babe Roll that back wood, babe And play me close

“What?” you asked Tom as he stared lovingly at you, the two of you were strolling through the street while the sun slowly went down. It was your fifth date and it was undeniable that you had fallen for the British actor.

“Nothing, just admiring your beauty” he whispered and smiled once you snorted and chuckled. “You’re so cheesy” you shook your head and smiled when Tom reached his hand out for you, taking yours in his and intertwining your finger.

You bit your lip when your hand instantly began tickling at his touch, oh you were so in love with that man. “I can’t help but state the truth [Y/N], you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on and I don’t regret coming up to you and asking you out” Tom confessed as his heart melted in his chest when you stared awestruck into his eyes.

You had never been so admired and complimented by a man and to hear those words coming from him had you shook. “Thank you” you whispered as your insecurities slowly began creeping up again. You let out a silent groan as the two of you continued strolling through the streets, you being lost in your thoughts.

'Cause girls like you run 'round with guys like me 'Til sun down when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah Girls like you love fun, and yeah, me too What I want when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah I need a girl like you, yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah I need a girl like you

“What’s wrong darling?” Tom’s voice pulled you out of your swirling thoughts, he looked at you worriedly and stopped walking. You cleared your throat, “Just thinking…” you mumbled, afraid that he’d judge or mock you the second you’d talk about your insecurities.

“Thinking about what?” he continued asking and adjusted a strand of your hair behind your ear and lingered his fingers on your cheek, slowly caressing them before retreated his hand and patiently waiting for your answer.

You waited until your frantic heartbeat calmed down before taking a deep breath and looking at him, “A part of me just thinks that you don’t like a girl like me” your words shocked the actor as he raised his eyebrows while gasping.

His heart clenched painfully in his chest as he took a hold of your other hand and squeezed both of your hands, “[Y/N] why wouldn’t I like a girl like you? I mean look at you!” he took a small step back and quickly looked at you from head to toe.

“You are so beautiful it still blows my mind that you wanted to go out with me” his words made your heart melt as you couldn’t help but smile. “[Y/N], this is our fifth date and I’m already head over heels in love with you” Tom’s confession made your heart skip a beat.

“Really?” you asked, a part of you still couldn’t believe what he had said. The actor nodded his head and stepped closer to you, closing his eyes for a split second when your sweet scent filled his nostrils. “I flew all the way to you to be able to spend some hours with you before flying back and continuing to work.

On our second date, you called me in the middle of the night because you weren’t able to sleep and I immediately got dressed and drove to you so I could hold you in my arms. You give out such positive and loving vibes that I couldn’t help but fall hard for you” Tom smiled and slowly wrapped his strong arms around your waist.

I spent last night on the last flight to you Took a whole day up trying to get way up, ooh We spent the daylight trying to make things right between us But now it's all good, babe Roll that back wood, babe And play me close 'Cause girls like you run 'round with guys like me 'Til sun down when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah Girls like you love fun, and yeah, me too What I want when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

You stared deeply into Tom’s eyes as his words replayed in your head, “I’m in love with you too” you whispered and rested your arms on his shoulders while intertwining your fingers behind his head. The two of you didn’t care that people passed you and gave you weird or annoying looks as you two looked like one of those annoyingly cute couples. “The way I feel about is something I’ve never felt with anyone else before” Tom began and took one of your hand in his and pressed a sweet kiss on it.

“You are something special and I can’t wait to get to know you inside out. I want to know what’s going on in your beautiful mind and I hope that I want to be able to help you with whatever struggle so that you can glow even more as the beautiful plus sized woman you already are” with those words, he slowly leaned in and nudged his nose against yours before pressing his soft lips against your lips.

You closed your eyes as the feeling of Tom’s soft lips immediately consumed your whole body. Your lips tingled while you enjoyed every second of the sweet kiss before he pulled away. You slowly opened your eyes and chuckled when seeing that Tom still had his closed while biting his lip.

It took the actor a few seconds to reopen his eyes and meet your bright ones, “Wow” he rasped and smiled. You nodded your head as your lips still tingled pleasantly from the kiss. “Come” Tom whispered and intertwined his hand yours again before the two of you continued strolling down the streets.

Maybe it's 6:45 Maybe I'm barely alive Maybe you've taken my shit for the last time, yeah Maybe I know that I'm drunk Maybe I know you're the one Maybe you thinking it's better if you drive 'Cause girls like you run 'round with guys like me 'Til sun down when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah... 'Cause girls like you run 'round with guys like me 'Til sun down when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah Girls like you love fun, and yeah, me too What I want when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

“So..” you began as you and Tom stood in front of your front door, knowing that it was time to say goodbye. Your heart pounded in your chest as you desperately waited for Tom to ask you out on a sixth date.

“[Y/N] would you…” he began but stopped himself midsentence with a sigh. Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as panic began rising inside you. “Of fuck it” Tom mumbled as his eyes focused on your lips before he leaned in and captured them in a passionate kiss.

Your mind went completely blank as the actor poured his heart into the kiss. You kissed him back just as much love and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, loving the warmth that was radiating off him.

The two of you kissed each other for several minutes before pulling away when your lunges urged for oxygen. You grinned at Tom while catching your breath, “Will you be my girlfriend?” the actor asked and licked his lips, wanting to feel your lips against his again. “Yes” you grinned and nodded your head, “Gosh I’m so crazy about you” the actor gushed before capturing your lips in another sweet kiss.

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floralseokjin · 7 years

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— off limits | 07 (m)

you've been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can't ignore the sexual tension that's simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

pairing | kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings | romance, smut and drama !! who’s about to be found out ?? words | 9,472

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“Jin, have you seen my underwear?” You called from his room, only to be met with silence.

You knew he was in the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast when you’d gone in the shower, but once you’d gotten dressed again you couldn’t find your panties. You had your bra but it was getting very breezy under your skirt right now. You bent down to look under his bed as you gripped the mattress, maybe they’d fallen under when he’d taken them off last night.

Last night…just thinking about it made your heart jump around wildly. This morning Seokjin had surprised you with breakfast in bed and you’d wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around his strong physique and drag him back under the covers with you. But you couldn’t…because Yoongi was probably back any minute now and you couldn’t chance it. You scowled to yourself at the thought but stood back up, straightening your skirt out because you were still pantie-less, the least you could do was make sure you weren’t winking at anyone as you made your way home…

“Jin,” you whined, moving into the kitchen now as you leant against the door. “Have you seen my underwear?”

You watched him by the sink for a moment as he rinsed the plates you’d used. Sadly, he wasn’t shirtless but he still looked delectable; white shirt stretched over his shoulders and black sweats slung low around his hips. It wasn’t until he’d stacked them in the dryer he turned to acknowledge you, a suspicious smirk stretched across his face that instantly had you narrowing your eyes.

“You mean these?” He pondered, faux-innocence in his tone as he stretched his hand into his pocket and your eyes widened when you saw the dark fabric wrapped around his fingers.

“Seokjin!” You scolded, walking towards him with your hand outstretched. “Give them back!”

“No,” he shrugged like a stubborn child, turning back to grab a towel.

“What do you mean no?” You insisted, coming up behind him to try and snake your hand in his pocket and retrieve your valuables but he shifted last minute, giggling as he pressed his side against the cupboard, cutting off any access to your underwear.

“You expect me to leave here without my panties? What if my skirt flies up?” You tried to bargain, wrestling him now but he was strong and you couldn’t win, his laughter only getting louder.

“Fine!” He gave in after a moment, only when you restarted to tickling, your own giggling blending in with his. “But only if you kiss me before you go.” He turned around and watched you indignantly, as if he had to resort to blackmail with you.

“You act like I would never say yes,” you said with a raised brow, pressing your body into his and he wrapped his arms around your hips instantly, holding you tight as he dipped his head, mouth millimetres away from yours.

“Yoongi’s probably due back like any moment now,” you sighed, knowing you shouldn’t be this reckless, but because you literally had zero self-control when it came to Seokjin, you let him kiss you, pecking at his lips hungrily back.

“It’s still early,” he hummed against your mouth.

“We don’t want to mess this up right now,” you told him, breaking away for a moment and he looked mildly annoyed because he knew you were right.

If you wanted to tell Kyuho properly soon you needed to be more careful from now on. You couldn’t risk him finding out from other sources, putting two and two together to make five. You both needed time to formulate a plan and make Kyuho see that you were both very serious about this.

“I guess,” he huffed, pulling away unwillingly. “It’s not fair, I want to spend the day with you—in bed—” he stopped when he saw you shoot him a look, backtracking slightly, “—because I missed you so much and now that you’re my girlfriend I just want to hold you everyday, all day—

“Ew, okay,” you stopped him, trying to pull away as he began kissing your neck, making loud and obnoxious noises, even thought the title girlfriend still had you feeling like a giddy schoolgirl. “You spent plenty of time in bed with me,” you told you, looking up at him as he broke away from your neck, “—once, twice and half a third time,” you recalled, wondering how you’d managed to have sex so much in one night, although the last had been you trying to coax him to stay in bed by means of a very excessive blow job.

“That reminds me I still have to pay you back for this morning,” he realised, hands now trailing to your ass but you swatted them away.

“Quit it,” you whined. It wasn’t fair. You wanted him too but you had to get home.

He groaned loudly but listened, cupping your face now to give you one last sweet kiss before he brought a hand to his pocket, retrieving your underwear. “Fine, but I’m going to phone you tonight, so be prepared to stay on the phone for a couple of ours—we have to decide how we’re going to tell Kyuho after all…”

You went to reply but truth was, still knowing he was so serious about this left you speechless. You were still having a hard time believing last night was real, but no, here you were the next day, proof that Seokjin was 100% truthful when he said he wanted to make this official.

Mouth open, about to agree with him, you paused when you heard a key in the front door. Your eyes widened to twice their size when you realised it was Yoongi, looking back at Seokjin to see his were just the same. You broke apart instantly and he shoved your panties back in his pocket, hissing to you as Yoongi opened the door and entered through the threshold, “Stay calm—follow my lead.”

You nodded quickly, standing up straight and smoothing your hair down, glad you hadn’t washed it this morning because otherwise that would be another question you couldn’t explain. Followed by the major one Yoongi was probably going to wonder, why the hell were you here anyway?!

The living room and kitchen were practically open plan anyway so when Yoongi closed the door and turned to walk forward he noticed you both standing by the sink straight away. He froze for a moment and you were just about to have a mental breakdown and confess right there on the spot, beg for him not to tell your brother, when he coughed a little to clear his throat, greeting you both casually, “Hey.”

There was a silence as you both processed it and then you looked over at Jin, urging him to say something, he had said after all, to follow his lead. He stumbled for a moment, as if his voice box wasn’t working correctly and then he was greeting Yoongi right back.

“Hey, man! Where have you been?”

“I just went to get some groceries,” he motioned, lifting his arm up that was holding the paper bag. “I w—

“Yeah, Y/N was just here because Kyuho left his cell charger the other night,” Seokjin interrupted, sounding just as forced as him trying to act casual right now and you inwardly facepalmed.

“Oh,” was all Yoongi said, glancing at you for a moment and as your eyes met and you nodded your head in greeting, he looked to the floor immediately. You began to feel nervous but maybe you were just paranoid. He couldn’t know anything, he’d only just got here. Yes, Jin’s excuse had been shitty but it was still semi believable, especially when someone was as oblivious as Yoongi.

“Yeah, so…” Seokjin trailed off, shooting you a look as if to tell you something and you puzzled your forehead, slow to catch on.

“Yeah, so if that’s all he wanted,” he continued for you, “tell him I’ll see him soon, probably in class…”

It took you a moment to realise what he meant right now and you glared at him—he was expecting you to leave without your underwear?! Couldn’t you both wait until Yoongi had gone to his room so he could give you it back? Seokjin stared you down, shoulders tense as he nodded his head towards the front door. Yup, he really wanted you to leave… You inwardly cried a little, knowing you’d have to walk back holding your skirt down and give one last pitiful look towards Jin, which he pulled a face to, looking guilty.

“Yeah ok, will do,” you forced a grin, beginning to walk through the living room and towards the door. “Bye, Seokjin,” you shot over your shoulder, to which he mouthed a sorry, making sure Yoongi wasn’t looking. “Bye, Yoongi,” you mumbled as you walked past him, and he looked you in the eye long enough to bid you goodbye too.

Outside you were left with a breeze between your legs and the desperate attempt to try and not let your skirt blow up as you began walking. You took out your phone from your bag to text Seokjin.

10:11am [You]

— you fucker, you owe me — if I get sick I’m telling Kyuho myself and it won’t be in your favour :’)

❁❁❁❁

“I didn’t know you were into wearing women’s underwear now,” Yoongi stated from beside Seokjin and he froze immediately, the back of his neck breaking out into a cold sweat.

“W-hat?” He stuttered out, turning to look at his friend, your underwear in his pocket suddenly weighing a ton.

Yoongi had put away his groceries in complete silence and Seokjin was now wishing he’d gone back into his bedroom straight away because then there would have been little chance of Yoongi noticing the accountable item.

“The black lace hanging out your pocket,” he deadpanned, face weirdly serious, although Seokjin hardly noticed because he was shoving his fist into the hole, heart dropping when sure enough the delicate garment was peeking out. He shoved it back in, ignoring the thudding of his heart as he tried to think of an excuse on the spot—for the second time this morning.

“I…I hooked up last night,” he finally got out, hoping it was believable enough.

“Yeah, I heard.”

“You—wait, h-how?” Jin panicked, face turning white.

Yoongi hadn’t been here last night, had he? He tried to rack his brains to remember if Yoongi’s door had been open or closed when he’d brought you back. Yoongi always left it open when he was out but for the life of him he couldn’t remember at all. Fuck, what had he heard? This was his worst nightmare.

“I came back from Eunji’s early because her friend was having some kind of post-breakup meltdown,” Yoongi shrugged. “I thought you must have been asleep but next thing I hear is some kind of mantra of your name and bed springs sounding like they were a second away from snapping.”

“Shit,” Seokjin breathed, although it was more to himself. Yoongi had heard you guys have sex? What else did he hear? He looked up at his friend, trying to read his expression but it was pretty blank and he let himself relax a little. It was all okay.

“Sorry about that, dude—little embarrassing,” he apologised.

“No problem,” Yoongi brushed off, opening a cupboard to look for a pot.

That should have calmed Seokjin down even more, but for some reason there was still some weird tension in the air. Ever since Yoongi had come through the door he’d been acting weird, and it wasn’t just because he’d heard his friend have sex—he’d probably heard that countless times before. There was something else up with him. He hadn’t even acknowledged your existence, not really. Yoongi wasn’t rude, so what was it?

“What I want to know is…” Yoongi began, pausing as he pulled the pot out and put it on the worktop and Jin’s heart dropped once again. This didn’t sound good…

“How did you manage to hook up with someone when you were working all last night?”

“I-I,” he stuttered. There could have been plenty of reasons why; like he could’ve already known said hookup and planned it knowing Yoongi was out, or he could have run into an old flame at work. They all seemed like solid white lies if he’d had a chance to think for a moment.

“And,” Yoongi added, looking at him now, mildly judgemental. “Why the fuck did it have to be Kyuho’s sister?”

Silence hung heavy in the air, Seokjin’s heart literally stopping when his friend dropped the bombshell. You could probably hear a pin drop on the floor it was so quiet and all he could think to do was deny everything. Straight away. It was ingrained in him. Especially about something so serious.

He scoffed loudly, desperate to keep his composure even though he was 100% sure he was bright red at this point. “What? You’re crazy—

“Don’t even try to deny it,” Yoongi cut him. “I heard you moaning her name this morning.”

Seokjin couldn’t think of a way to get himself out of this one. Not at all. He’d been idiotic and now he’d gone and got you guys caught. He probably should have never invited you back to his, no matter how much he had wanted to be with you again last night.

“I thought I may have been imagining it,” Yoongi carried on when he didn’t reply. “Maybe some other girl had the same name, so I give you the benefit of the doubt and left for a bit hoping you’d kick your conquest out before I got back, but no,” he shook his head dramatically, “she was still here and she was Y/N!! Just like I thought!”

“It’s not what you think,” he shot, adamant for Yoongi to believe him.

“Really? Because it seems like it’s exactly what I think,” Yoongi exasperated, wide eyed. “Look, I’m not one to judge but it’s a pretty dick thing to do to your own friend.”

Seokjin sighed loudly, annoyed. “I know, okay? But it’s not like that at all—It’s different with her.”

Yoongi paused for a moment, taking in what Seokjin had said before he groaned an oh no. “Don’t tell me it’s been going on for a while, that means you’re gonna hurt her too—how do you think you’re gonna get out of it?”

“I don’t want to,” he shook his head in shock. Why was he always the bad guy? There were plenty worse guys out there, and to be honest, Yoongi knew nothing about his relationship with you. He wasn’t even giving him a chance to explain properly.

“You’re an idiot—am I like, the only sane guy around here?” He exasperated.

Hm, that was questionable coming from the guy who fucked a melon, but okay.

“So, what? You’re just going to keep having sex with her, messing around behind your best friend’s back—” Yoongi paused and shot Seokjin a look when he went to interrupt and he groaned in frustration before his friend was carrying on “—she’s going to fall for you! Of course she is, you’re Kim-fucking-Seokjin!”

“Will you listen to me,” he finally got in, practically stomping his feet. “I like her.”

“Yeah for now,” Yoongi narrowed his eyes after processing his confession. “You’re gonna get bored of her and then what?! She’s going to tell Kyuho and he’s gonna be pissed, to put it nicely!”

“I’m going to tell Kyuho,” he insisted, stressing a “soon” straight after and Yoongi frowned, seemingly speechless now, thank the lord.

“You haven’t been listening to me,” he carried on. “I like Y/N, a lot, okay? More than I’ve ever liked any girl in my life.” Yoongi didn’t look like he really believed him, but at least he looked intrigued, even if it was mostly down to scepticism.

“Trust me, it was a shock to me as well, but I realised that I want her, more than just for a bit of fun, more than just a couple of weeks, months—hell, I just want to be with her and tell Kyuho and make him see how honest I am.”

“Jin, I don’t ever think he’s going to believe you,” he chuckled lightly.

“I’ll make him, don’t worry. He’ll see I’m serious,” Seokjin assured and he must have been pretty damn believable this time because even Yoongi began to acknowledge him differently.

“Fuck,” he chuckled again, running his hands through his hair. “I’m like so speechless right now.

“You just can’t say anything for the time being, alright?” Seokjin told him, suddenly turning serious. “We’re trying to find the right time to tell him and we don’t want to mess it up—Y/N’ll freak when she finds out you know.”

“Like I dream on it,” Yoongi scoffed, “you can sign your own death warrant.”

“Gee, thanks for the support,” he griped sarcastically. All he wanted was to be taken seriously, but on that cue—

“I just don’t see how he’s going to take you seriously when he finds out you’ve been nailing his sister all this time behind his back—how long has it been anyway?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes immediately. “Three or four months, but hey, don’t speak like that about her—I haven’t been nailing her, that’s so crude,” he told him with a wrinkle of the nose.

“Making sweet, passionate love then, whatever it is you’ve been up to behind everyone’s backs,” Yoongi shrugged him off with a disgusted face. “Jesus, you’re acting weird.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes again. He wasn’t acting weird at all, he was just defensive over you. He cared about you so much and he was just thankful you’d given him another chance, because he knew he probably didn’t deserve one. He’d acted like an idiot and you’d forgiven him and taken him back—put all your trust in him. Which wasn’t going so well now that Yoongi had found out.

“It’s nothing, I just really thought I’d lost her until last night but now everything makes sense again,” he tried to explain, ignoring his friend’s look of disbelief, as if he’d had a brain transplant or something.

“Look, Kyuho means a lot to me, of course he does—but I’m not going to ruin mine and Y/N’s happiness. We mean a lot to each other and if his sister’s happy that should mean something right?”

“I think it’s who makes her happy that could be the problem,” Yoongi pointed out and to that Jin had to agree.

“Just tell him soon, okay? If I found out it means you’re getting messy so before you fuck it up even more, rip off the bandaid…” he told him and Seokjin nodded, feeling a little nervous.

He was right, it had to be soon.

“…or maybe you’ll be needing a bandaid once you enlighten him,” Yoongi muttered, finally getting around to making his breakfast.

“Shut up,” Seokjin pushed him slightly for teasing, but he couldn’t stop the gulp he had to take at the thought…

He was going to have to come up with a plan, and soon…

“I definitely should tell him, I’m his sister.”

“I’m his best friend,” Seokjin argued and you rolled your eyes.

You’d been bickering for the past couple of weeks ever since he’d let slip that Yoongi knew about you both. He’d tried to keep it a secret at first, but had thought better than that thankfully. Lies and more secrecy wasn’t the way forward and he’d finally confessed a couple of days into your reconciliation.

You’d been in full blown panic mood ever since, scared that if one person had found out so easily, it was only a matter of time before someone else did. Seokjin had tried to point out that Sunmi already knew too, but that was different. There was never hardly a time when she was in such close proximity with your brother—Yoongi saw him practically every day! He also bored a loyalty towards his friend. Even if he swore he wasn’t going to tell him, (you’d lost count of how many times Jin had told you “he doesn’t want anything to do with it, he won’t say anything”,) that still didn’t mean he couldn’t give the game away. This was a huge secret he was living with and you didn’t trust someone you hardly knew. One slip up and it was game over.

“Blood’s thicker than water,” you told him curtly.

“My blood will be clotting if I don’t get to explain to him properly,” he exclaimed, groaning loudly as his head fell back against the headrest of the backseat of his car. “He’s gonna kick my ass.”

“All the more reason for me to tell him,” you pointed out, leaning your head into his shoulder. You’d both scrambled into the back of his vehicle after a drive, the only time you could get some alone time together now because there was no way you were chancing going around his place again, or anywhere that wasn’t not on the outskirts of town, that was for sure.

“I can butter him up.”

For the past couple of weeks you hadn’t had the most romantic of reunions. Most of the time you spent together was virtual, texting or calling one another, trying to formulate a plan, although it wasn’t going so well. When you weren’t bickering over the phone you were doing so in person and tonight was no different. Instead of making out and dry humping in the back of his car, you were arguing about who should he the one to tell him.

You and he were both so stubborn that it was impossible to make a decision. You both wanted to be the ones who told Kyuho and there was no relenting on either ends. You were his sister, so it would only be right if you told him. Kyuho would obviously act softer towards you and you could try to wrap him around your little finger—sibling manipulation was always the best way to go, it didn’t work the same with best friends.

But Seokjin didn’t see it like that. For one, he thought it was his duty to tell Kyuho himself, the right thing to do if he wanted to show him how serious he was about you. While you agreed, it still didn’t sit right with you to be left out of the conversation completely.

While telling Sunmi one night, who by the way, had come around to the idea of you and Seokjin now, although that was probably because you had used Brian against her. It was only right that if she got to forgive and make up with him, the major asshat who cheated on her that one time, then you could do the same regarding Jin, who kind of looked like an angel compared to that... Also, if you could could give Brian the benefit of the doubt, then she could do the same for Seokjin…

Anyway, she’d suggested you tell your brother together. You weren’t convinced at first, but now it seemed to be the only way. At least that way Kyuho could see both sides at the same time and realise how serious you both were. Seokjin seemed opposed to the idea at first, but he had to agree it seemed like the only option, and after an hour’s discussion in his car, it was finally decided. It was either that or let him find out on his own and no one wanted that at…at all.

“Okay, so, we’ll tell him together then,” you affirmed, looking up at him.

“I think it’s the best way,” he nodded.

“After the party at yours tomorrow, next morning we’ll do it, no turning back,” you whispered, finalising everything in your mind.

Kyuho had begged Jin and Yoongi to throw a ‘get together’ at theirs this weekend and you were beyond a little nervous. Sneaking around behind his back was no longer as exciting as it used to be because now you and Seokjin were serious. There was no need to hide it anymore, that’s why on the Sunday you were going to sit him down and tell Kyuho, who hopefully wouldn’t be a nursing a killer hangover because that wouldn’t work in your favour.

“No turning back,” Seokjin muttered, wrapping his arm around you suddenly and tucking you into his chest.

You placed your hand down, feeling his heartbeat. It was pounding a little quicker than usual and you closed your eyes, mumbling a little, “I’m nervous.”

“Same, babe, but we got to do it,” he sighed loudly, and you could hear him run his free hand through his hair. “We can’t keep sneaking around because we are like this close to getting caught,” he stressed, squeezing his thumb and index finger together.

“We could run away, elope to the countryside,” you suggested with a joke.

“That will be plan b if it all goes wrong,” he said, shifting you in his arms. “Look, just so you know,” he began and you sat up to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows when you saw his face was uncharacteristically serious. “If this doesn’t work out and Kyuho’s super pissed, forbids me to see you or something—

“We don’t live in the 19th century, Seokjin,” you interrupted. You didn’t like it when he was being serious, because deep down you knew there was a high chance Kyuho actually wouldn’t want you guys to see one another.

“I know, but just in case,” he told you, running his hands through your hair. “Just know i’ll understand, okay? Family comes first.”

“I won’t listen if he tries to stop me from seeing you,” you urged, stubborn to the bone, that was you.

“Of course you won’t,” he chuckled lightly, letting you go to place your head back against his chest. You got comfy immediately, the feeling of his warmth never getting old.

“Let’s just try to think on the positive side,” you hummed.

He hummed back, squeezing both of his arms around you now as he spoke into your hair, the vibrations making you sleepy.

“Star crossed lovers, that’s what we’re like,” and you couldn’t help but smile, amused by his cheesiness. “The forbidden, the reckless, the unlucky—

“Shut up,” you giggled, twisting slightly to lift your head up and view him. You were pleased to see he at least had a smile on his face now.

“Kiss me and then maybe I will.”

You rolled your eyes, but granted his wish, pressing your lips flush to his…

You were incredibly dumb…or tipsy. Yes, you blamed that one vodka and coke you’d had at the beginning of the night. You probably shouldn’t have even come here tonight but you’d insisted it would be better if you did, double the eyes to keep on Yoongi. Seokjin had just rolled his eyes, he’d told you numerous times now that Yoongi wouldn’t spill the beans. But you couldn’t take the chance, not when you were so close.

Which just made what you were doing right now even more stupid… Yes, you were an idiot, but what was new. You’d been reckless this whole time so you may as well go out in style…

11:23pm [You]

— come to yoongi’s room

11:26pm [Seokjin]

— why

11:26pm [You]

— it’s a surprise — hurry up !!!

11:27pm [Seokjin]

— I don’t like the sound of this

You rolled your eyes but no sooner had he sent the text, Yoongi’s bedroom door was opening slowly. Seokjin’s head popped around the corner and when he saw you lying on Yoongi’s bed his eyes practically fell out of his head.

“Y/N!” He whispered furiously, rushing inside and locking the door in one clean motion, even shaking the door handle madly to make sure it was truly secure.

“What are you doing?!”

“Missing you,” you shrugged.

“You’ve seen me all night,” he groaned, but he walked towards you anyway, and you sat up, feet hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Not to speak to, or touch, or kiss…” you trailed off, looking up at him as you ran your hand over his stomach.

“Because there’s good reason for that!” He told you, still whispering and you rolled your eyes again. “Kyuho’s just in the living room, and why are you in Yoongi’s room of all places?” He added, looking behind him as he batted your hand away, like someone could come through the door even though it was locked.

“Less risky,” you shrugged again.

“Less?! Try more! Look i’m going to leave and then you do the same in a few minutes—

“But where’s the fun in that?” You whined, hand now playing with the hem of his t-shirt and he weakly tried to push it away, but he ended up holding it limply instead.

“Are you drunk?” He asked suddenly, narrowing his eyes.

You shook your head. “Nope, just merry, and trying to enjoy my last night of sneaking around.”

“Forget it,” he said, dropping your hand. “Sneaking around is bad and we have like less than 24 hours to go, so I’ll prefer it if we don’t get caught at the last minute.”

“Buuut,” you pouted, tugging at his shirt now, “it’s the end of an era. Sneaking around is bad, but that’s why we won’t be doing it anymore. Think of this as the send off.”

Seokjin judged you for a moment but he didn’t pull away.

“You’re crazy—I’m crazy,” he finally sighed, head falling back to reveal his long neck, and you gulped he little. He was so hot you were constantly speechless. “We have to be quick, okay?”

You grinned, silently celebrating your triumph, raising an eyebrow to tell him cooly, “it really didn’t take you long to be persuaded.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes then, a playful but cheesy “I’m weak when it comes to you, I can’t say no,” leaving him and you pulled a face, one of your hands gripping his hip as you pulled him to stand directly in front of you.

“Lame,” you shot, taking your other hand to run the fingers over his crotch.

This was the perfect height, your face level with his dick and groped him, hearing his breath hitch a little as he couldn’t help but jut into your touch. It still amazed you how you could get him hard so easily. Even now, barely touching him over his jeans he was growing stiffer by the second, bulge forming against your palm as you rubbed.

He waited patiently as you began to unzip his fly, knowing you didn’t have much time to drag this out. He shuffled on his feet, looking behind him for a second, just to check the door. You knew he was anxious, you were too, but the exhilaration was already beginning to flow through your veins. This was the final time everything would be a secret, come tomorrow everything would be different. You were nervous for that too, maybe that’s why you were here now, trying to ease yourself, scared of what may come when you told Kyuho; trying to hide in the familiar.

You tugged his jeans down his hips, letting them settle against his thighs as you slid your hand into his underwear, feeling the warm, smooth skin of his dick. He gasped a little and that’s when one of his hands came out to hold your shoulder, gaze now back on you, watching you intently as you took him in your fist and began to bob up and down, his semi-hard dick now turning solid.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a smile, eyes twinkling as he watched you push his underwear down to meet his jeans, his dick now out and standing fully engorged in your hand.

“Oh, fuck,” he let out when you dipped your chin and took the head of him in your mouth, suckling lightly as you looked up at him to see his head was thrown back, a breathless chuckle leaving him.

“Remember that first time in my kitchen?” You whispered, pulling away to address him and he nodded, looking back your face as his free hand snaked into the back of hair, fingers lacing through the strands.

You continued to jerk him a little with your fist, slowly and firm, dragging your palm over him, making him moan quickly. “That was hot, I still think about it,” you told him and he nodded, opening his mouth to agree.

“Same—shit—“ but his train of thought was interrupted when you spat on the head of his dick, just like that first night. It glooped down his member as he gasped loudly, and you quickly caught the liquid with your fingers and continued to pleasure him, the extra lubricant now making each wash of your hand infinitely slicker.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” He got out, whining slightly and closing his eyes. You hoped he was recalling that night in your house and you guessed he was when his dick began to twitch and grow hotter in your palm, sticky sounds filling your ears.

You dipped your chin again, taking him inside the warmth of your mouth and swirling your tongue around the tip, muscle digging into the slit, causing Seokjin to stagger for a moment. You took him deeper, using your hand as extra stimulation. Every time you popped off him, you’d run your fist over the hard flesh, beginning a rhythm that was wet but easy, palm gliding over him it was so slick with your saliva.

“Fuck, fuck, keep going,” he husked when you took him even deeper, using your fist as a barrier now and you squeezed around the base, flicking your tongue against the underside of his cock.

Both of Seokjin’s hands were now laced in your hair, gripping the roots as he tugged a little, urging you to take him deeper. “Mhm, you like sucking my dick,” he grunted and you moaned around him, vibrations causing him to shudder. “Yeah? How much? Show me,” he gloated almost.

He loved knowing you wanted him, craved him and well, you aimed to please. Making sure to lock eye contact, you flattened the hand that was around the base of his dick, lifting up his shirt a little to splay your fingers out against his groin, feeling the muscles contract in anticipation. You braced yourself, inhaling a large breath through your nose before you began to force his cock down your throat, trying to get as deep as you could go.

Seokjin’s breath shuddered as he watched you with wide eyes, jaw slack with pleasure as he tried not to make a sound. He used his hands in your hair to tilt your head a little, making it easier for you to relax your throat and take him so deep the tip of your nose touched your knuckles of the hand on his body. You calmed yourself, breathing from the nose and then you swallowed. Just once, because you knew it would make you gag and you didn’t want to bring unwanted attention to yourselves and he grunted, forcibly trying to shut down his throat to stop himself from making a noise now. His fingertips pressed against your scalp because of the squeeze, still gripping your head when you released him, eyes hopeful for more.

“Fuck,” he breathed, adam’s apple bobbing rapidly as he swallowed, “you’re so good to me.”

You continued to give him more, eager to please, although not as deep, just making sure to give him the best and most enjoyable suck of his life, his dick now sopping with your saliva, loud slurping noises filling the room as you bobbed your head up and down, flicking and swirling your tongue around his rigid length and sucking the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, which was now doubling in quantity each time you came back up, your hand meeting each of your movements once again as your jaw began to ache a little from the haste of wanting to make him come.

It didn’t seem like he was far off anyway, his eyes shut and his forehead scrunched together as he concentrated on the pleasure, trying to forget where he really was so he could relax. His breathing became uneven as his body grew rigid and you began to rake your fist against him quicker, sliding up and down as you focused on pleasuring the most sensitive part of of him, sucking lightly on the engorged head of his cock, and lapping your tongue against him, like he was popsicle.

“Gonna cum,” he let out shakily, and you kept at the rhythm, wet noises now louder and you hummed against his flesh, looking up at him from your lashes as you pursed your lips against the flush tip.

Wrinkled in pleasure, you watched his face contort and he gasped a little as he came. You made sure to use your tongue to drink up the white liquid, swallowing as you went and relishing the taste as you continued to watch him; his muscles relaxing now and so was his grip on your head until he let go completely, sliding his palms to your face as you cleaned him off, breath still shaky and and voice thick with the effect.

“Do you think I have time to get you off too?”

“I hope,” you admitted, watching him lean down to connect your mouths.

You quickly reciprocated, rushing to slip his dick back into his underwear as he pushed you down on the bed, tongue eager to feel yours against his and your hands shot to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as he pressed his body against you, growing inpatient as his lips fell to your neck, sucking against the sensitive flesh that already had you moaning. You were wet, you could feel your panties stuck to your core, and each time his leg pressed against you, pleasure shot through your body. You wanted him to do something. You wanted to feel his hands on you—

Suddenly, the bedroom door handle made a noise, like somebody was trying to rattle it and get in and then there was a small knock. Both your bodies tensed up instantly, Jin breaking away from your neck to freeze motion and stare down at you, wide eyed.

“Fuck,” he muttered, too scared to move and the silence that followed as you waited was the longest and most painful of your life, heart thudding loudly against your rib cage.

“Seokjin?”

You looked at each other, relief flooding you both, anxiety slightly wearing off when you recognised the voice. It was Yoongi. Out of all the people it could have been, boy were you relieved that it was him.

“Y/N? I know you’re in there! Open my door, now,” he carried on, hissing to keep his voice down. He sounded beyond annoyed and you grimaced a little as Seokjin rose off your body with groan. You sat up quickly, watching him drag his jeans up at lightning speed.

“Yeah, h-hang on sec,” he stuttered out, turning to face you, probably checking if you were decent and then he went to the door, unlocking it slowly before he paused and let out a small sigh, the he opened it slowly.

“What the hell are you doing?” Yoongi half-shouted, barging in and looking around, spotting you sitting on his bed. “And in my room too?”

“We were just talking,” Jin shrugged, coming to stand next you.

“Bullshit,” Yoongi shot. “Your fly is undone,” and with that Seokjin looked down with a mumble of oh shit before doing it up quickly.

“What are you both playing at? Are you fucking stupid? Kyuho is just down the hall,” he exclaimed. “If I noticed you gone, other people probably did too!”

“Hey, don’t speak to us like we’re kids!” Seokjin bickered, sounding embarrassed. “You only thought to come looking for us because you know already!”

“He’s right though,” you cut in, looking at Jin. You were both incredibly stupid had it was a wonder how you both hadn’t got caught yet. This party wasn’t even that big, just a few friends and such. The music wasn’t exactly loud and nobody was drunk, meaning they weren’t going to be oblivious. No wonder Yoongi had noticed something was up.

“This was just the last time, we’re telling my brother tomorrow,” you told Yoongi, trying to show him you were as sincere as possible.

“Hm,” he contemplated, looking dubious. “I don’t know if I believe you or not…”

“It’s the truth,” Seokjin quipped, folding his arms and becoming defensive.

“Well, why try and sabotage it?” Yoongi countered and you had to admit, he was once again correct. You were both idiotic, but you had only suggested this because you wanted to ease some of the nerves you felt. Now, you just wished you never had. This was just embarrassing.

Neither of you replied for a while, because there was no retaliation to be had, not even from Seokjin, who was the king of comebacks. After a moment of eyeballing between the two older boys, he sighed loudly. “Okay, are you done telling us off now?”

“No,” Yoongi replied hastily, sounding even more irked now, “did you fuck in my bed?”

“Ew, gross,” Seokjin shot back and your cheeks grew red at the accusation, which only grew worse when Yoongi shot him a look of doubt.

“No, nothing happened on your bed,” Jin tried again, which was technically true. He’d been standing up after all, while you had been sat on the edge of it.

“I’m still washing my sheets,” he told you both.

“Whatever,” Seokjin rolled his eyes, “okay, let’s go before this looks really suspicious.”

“Fine,” Yoongi snapped. “You first,” he told him. “Then me, then Y/N, to avoid getting caught,” he explained and you stood up, following them both to the door.

“You know, I’ll be so happy when this isn’t a secret anymore. The stress is taking years off my life,” Yoongi sighed dramatically as Seokjin opened the door to leave first.

“Shut up. You’ve known for a couple of weeks,” he grumbled back, shooting Yoongi a look before smiling at you. “I’ll see you outside.”

When the coast was clear you and Yoongi both left, one after the other. You’d successfully eased your way back into the party and were now sitting on the couch, wondering if you should just leave. You’d arrived with Sunmi but of course, she had invited Brian and you hadn’t seen her since. This place was small, so she’d probably left… You’d misplaced Kyuho too, come to think of it. Last time you’d seen him he’d been in the kitchen and that’s when you had snuck into Yoongi’s room, which now made you wince in embarrassment.

You’d been looking for your brother whilst sat down but had only noticed Seokjin. It was like everywhere you looked, there he was, smiling secretly at you while he was talking to friends. You’d rolled your eyes at him, because now you were 100% sure you didn’t want to get caught at the last minute. Yoongi interrupting you had been mortifying enough. You didn’t need anyone else catching on and making a scene.

As if on cue, you heard someone greet you, a small hey sounding from in front of your seated form and you looked up to see Yoongi. He wasn’t actually making eye contact, you didn’t know why, maybe he was embarrassed too? Which was stupid, because you and Jin had been the ones caught.

“Hey,” you replied.

“Can I sit?” He asked, motioning to the empty seat next to you with his drink and you nodded, wondering what he was up to.

Once he sat he didn’t say anything and you began to feel awkward, watching him pull at a strand of fabric from the hole off his jeans. What on earth did he possibly have to say to you? You could count the number of words you’d said to him since he’d been friends with your brother on one hand.

“Sorry for sneaking into your room,” you finally spoke, anything to stop this deafening silence, which was silly because the music was actually pretty loud in the living area. “We didn’t,” you carried on, coughing as you became awkward once again, “do anything, y’know, on the bed…”

“It’s okay,” he smiled, turning to look at you as a light chuckle left him. “I’m still washing the sheets though.”

You joined him before your eyes began to glaze the room again, catching Seokjin’s presence in the corner. He was immersed in a conversation with a guy you’d never seen before, laughing loudly and your heart swelled a little with pride. It was stupid really, but you loved it when he laughed. He sounded so joyous and it made you happy. Just watching him absentmindedly made you feel lucky, it just reminded you that he was yours. Finally and surprisingly. Who would have thought?

“You really serious about this?” Yoongi asked suddenly, pulling you back into the conversation and you looked back at him with a raise of your eyebrow, questioning silently what he meant. “Everything… Seokjin? Telling Kyuho?”

“I’m very sure,” you nodded, voice bold as you answered both of his concerns at the same time. “It’s the only way.”

And it was. Come tomorrow, Kyuho would know and then you’d have to wait and see what happened. You were nervous, but it really was the only way to be with Seokjin properly…

❁❁❁❁

“Jin, I need to speak to you?”

Seokjin turned around to see Kyuho in front of him. His friend was practically scowling and he kept looking over to the right of him, hands in his pockets, balled up in fists upon further inspection.

“Huh, now…?” He asked, turning around to look at his friend apologetically, who he’d been talking to before Kyuho had interrupted, rudely to say the least.

“Yeah, somewhere quiet—your room?” He asked. His voice was tense and Seokjin eyed him again; his jaw was taunt and his eyes dark as they narrowed, burning a hole through the wall behind him as he stared at it.

“Okay,” Seokjin intoned slowly, unsure of what the hell was going on. “Sorry, man,” he apologised to Hoseok. “I’ll talk to you in a bit.”

Seokjin didn’t have a chance to hear his reply because Kyuho was already storming off and he followed in haste, waving the younger guy goodbye and wondering what the hell was going on?!

Kyuho was practically foaming at the mouth as soon as Jin entered his room and closed his door. “I’m so fucking angry, man,” he fumed. “I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid.”

“What do you mean?” Seokjin wondered, confused. What was he on about? What had happened?

“My sister.”

Seokjin’s face went white, his soul practically leaving his body. He knew. He had to. Why else would he be so angry over something that concerned you. Fuck. This was it. It had all gone wrong at the last hurdle.

“Look, I can—

“Yoongi and my sister—

“—it’s not what—wait, what,” Seokjin puzzled, stopping himself immediately upon hearing Kyuho’s revelation. “Yoongi…?”

“Yeah, how long do you think it’s been going for? Right under my nose!”

What was going on? How had he come up with that idea? Relief flooded him for a moment, realising you both were okay for now, but then…Kyuho really thought you were seeing Yoongi. Not him...

“I don’t think—

“Did you know, huh?” Kyuho cut him, eyes flashing with fresh anger. “Because if you did, I swear—

“N-No, it’s just I think you’re wrong,” he stammered, racking his brains for a way out. He needed to show Kyuho that he was wrong before something stupid happened…

“Yoongi has Eunji, remember?”

“Well, that just makes him even more of a piece of shit? Cheating? Stringing Y/N along?” He bit out. “What if Eunji’s not even real? I’ve never even seen her since they started dating or whatever—oh my god,” he groaned suddenly, “—he told me about that first time they had sex—that was my sister!”

Seokjin shook his head firmly, “Kyuho, you know Eunji exists, you’ve seen her before. Maybe not since she’s started dating Yoongi, but I have. They are very much dating, trust me,” he told him. It wasn’t like she was some make-believe person. He was just thinking a little crazy right now.

“Well, he’s cheating then and that just makes it worse because he’s going to break my little sister’s heart,” he half-yelled, practically ripping out his hair. “Fuck, I should have seen this coming. Y/N’s been acting strange for a while, going out all the time, coming back late at night. She honestly did it last night and when I asked her where she’d been, she made up some shitty excuse!”

Seokjin shoved a hand in his pocket, desperate to calm his nerves as he tried to act casual. This was not happening. This was something else. How had Kyuho even come to this conclusion?

“I warned her to stay away from men like that and who does she pick! Yoongi!”

Despite his panic, Seokjin had to scoff at that. Yoongi was the best one amongst their group. He had practically been in love with Eunji for two years, pining after her while she’d already had a boyfriend, being secretly happy when they’d broken up and being so over the moon when she’d finally given him a chance. Yoongi was in love with Eunji. He was sure of it, and for Kyuho to think Yoongi was a bad choice just made him sicker with worry. What would he be like when he finally knew the truth? Seokjin had been no saint in the past…

“Shit,” he mumbled, although more to himself, disbelief filling him as he tried not to let his head fall into his hands. He needed to make sense of this all. “What makes you think she’s seeing Yoongi anyway?”

“I saw them leaving his room together,” he rushed and Seokjin’s eyes widened. Fuck. This was his fault. He should have said no to you and left because things had just gotten worse.

“Yeah, right? Not even you can deny that’s incriminating!” Kyuho exclaimed, mistaking his shock for something else. “I was leaving the bathroom and saw him come out, he was talking to a girl so I hid behind the door to see if I could tease him about it later—"

Seokjin refrained from rolling his eyes. So it was okay if Yoongi was cheating on Eunji with a random girl, but now that it was supposedly you, he was disgusted. He wondered if Kyuho would ever change? Because right now, he was the worst out of all of them.

“—and it was my sister! He was telling her something was dangerous—I’m not fucking stupid, Jin! They’ve been hooking up, right in front of my eyes!”

For a moment, Seokjin wondered if he should just confess there and then? It would probably be the best thing. He couldn’t let Yoongi take the blame. But he knew how much you wanted to tell your brother too, and letting you down was something he didn’t want to do. He was torn, and it was only getting worse…

“And now, before I came to talk to you, he’s has the audacity to sit next her, speak to her like there’s nothing wrong—right under my nose, like I’m clueless!”

“I don’t—

“Well, I’m not anymore! I know the truth—“ He interrupted him, not listening to Jin either way. He was so convinced that Seokjin was sure if he confessed right then and there, Kyuho wouldn’t believe him. He’d probably laugh in his face and tell him nice try at tying to save his friend’s ass.

“—he’s been fucking my sister,” he bellowed, and Jin’s eyes widened. He’d never seen his friend like this before. He needed to convince him it wasn’t true. He needed to just tell him the truth—make him believe. However, with Kyuho’s next outburst, he froze.

“My sister? Why her? He could have anyone else around here? He has Eunji, for fucks sake!”

Kyuho was correct. Why you? Why of all people did Seokjin have to fall for you? His best friend’s sister. The one person off limits most in this world. He was an idiot, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted you. He cared about you so much and he wanted Kyuho to understand it wasn’t as crude as he was making it out to be. It was deeper than that. And it wasn’t Yoongi you wanted, it was him. Seokjin.

However, he was also a coward. Because the words wouldn’t come out. He was letting Kyuho believe it was Yoongi. Even if he wasn’t agreeing, he was doing nothing to make him see sense. It was only fuelling him more, and as if on cue he watched as his friend spun on the spot and made for the door.

“No, i’m not standing for this—

“Kyuho, wait—where are you going?!” He cried, rushing after him as his friend practically pulled the door off it’s hinges.

“He thinks he can get away with all this, huh? He thinks he’s some secretive, manipulative asshole who can mess my sister about and lie to my face while he’s doing so?” Kyuho yelled, spinning around to look him in the face and Seokjin fell back a little, shocked by the madness in his eyes.

Kyuho didn’t know it, but this was all for him. The words he was using were for him because Seokjin was the one who had betrayed him. Kyuho was shouting and yelling at him without realising and now he was about to make a terrible mistake, because it was all Seokjin, not Yoongi. It was all on him…

“No, please don’t do anything,” Seokjin begged, muttering a bunch of fucks as his friend proceeded not to listen and stormed down the hall to the rest of the party in the living room.

“Kyuho,” he shouted. “Stop!”

But it was too late. He couldn’t think fast enough. All he could do was chase after him.

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It all happened so fast you didn’t know what to do or how to react. One minute you were having a surprising, but serious heart to heart with Yoongi, the next, there your brother was screaming all kind of accusations Yoongi’s way…

The last thing you remembered was Yoongi placing his hand on your knee comfortingly, a warm and genuine smile leaving him as he said, “I hope it all works out for you.” You’d gone to thank him and that’s when you’d heard yelling coming from the direction of the doorway.

“Get your hands off her! What the fuck?”

When you looked up, it was Kyuho, your eyebrows scrunching together in confusion as you saw the anger on his face. Was he drunk? What was his problem? You shot Yoongi the same look, to which he matched back, a bewildered smile on his face as he turned to Kyuho again. You went to speak, to ask your brother what was up, but instead, a shriek left you as you watched him lunge for Yoongi, fire in his eyes.

You went to push him away, everything moving in slow motion and that’s when you saw over Kyuho’s shoulder… Seokjin running over, calling his name, his eyes wide and panicked, and your heart stilled, dread filling you and making you feel heavy. What had happened?!

The noise brought you back to reality. The sound of a skin hitting skin. A fist hitting bone. A punch. And you looked between Yoongi and your brother just in time to see the latter pull away, Yoongi pressed against the back of the sofa as he instinctively reached to cup his jaw, face pale and in shock as his eyes frantically searched Kyuho’s face for an explanation on the attack.

That was about the time you realised the whole room had stopped whatever they were doing to watch the mess unfold, and you stared at a couple of faces, just as frantic and confused as them, wanting an explanation. That was until you heard Kyuho shout at Yoongi again and finally it all made sense… But oh, how wrong he was…

“That’s for thinking you can get away with fucking my sister right under my nose!”

#jin smut #jin fanfic #bts smut #bts fanfic #seokjin smut #floralseokjin:writings #fic:off limits #melon :')

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jancys-blue-bayou · 6 years

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Jancy weekend getaway. One of them has a surprise/secret.

Hey! Sorry this took so long but it was such a great prompt that it gave me a bunch of different ideas and took awhile to decide which to use for this and which to file away for later. I was thinking of going angsty with a secret but ultimately went with a surprise and fluff. Also this somehow became kind of long. (P.S. to you other lovelies who’s sent in prompts that I haven’t gotten around to yet, I promise I’ll get to ‘em soon!)

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She’s just about had it with everything when she crosses the parking lot on her lunch break. Study-wise senior year has been going good, great even. She just heard back from Columbia last week. She was in. She was beyond excited about that. But she was so damn tired of Hawkins. She was tired of still seeing “SLUT” etched on her locker or hearing the same sentiment whispered in the hall. She was tired of sleazy guys coming with gross propositions. She was tired of her parents either fighting or not speaking to each other at all. She was just tired of being in this tiny claustrophobic town.

But then there’s him, he’s sitting on the hood of his car and looks at her with that small crooked smile that she knows is just for her. She can’t help but smile at him, but only for a second. He’s the absolute best thing about this town and when they’re together everything else seemed to melt away. But in the back of her mind she worried that their time together might be limited. Not that they’d ever break up. At least she knew she couldn’t do that, distance be damned.

“Hey,” she greets and pecks his lips.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks as she settles next to him on the hood and gets out her lunch.

She sighs and unwraps her sandwich.

“I’m just tired of everyone in there,” she nods at the school building, “and everyone at home and of the whole damn town. Sometimes I feel like I just want to get away.”

“I understand,” he answers and she knows that he genuinely does. “I feel that way too,” he adds.

She nods and they eat in silence for a minute.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He suddenly asks.

“You mean skip?” She asks. A tempting idea. It’s Friday, only a couple of classes left and none of them that important.

“Yeah. And just go. Out of town, I mean. For the weekend. If you want?”

She looks at him, surprised. Now that’s a tempting idea.

“Yes.”

She leans over and kisses him. Jumping of the hood they get inside his car, finishing their sandwiches on the drive to his house. No reason to waste time.

“You’re okay with leaving Will and your mom?” She asks cautiously.

“Will’s gonna be at a sleepover at your place all weekend. And mom will be fine.”

“Alright.”

She follows him inside as he throws some clothes and mix tapes into a bag and leaves a note for his mom before they go to her house.

Her mom is home so they try to be quiet and sneak in. They make it upstairs without a hitch where she quickly packs a bag and grab all her savings to use as gas money but on their way out her mother hears them and appears in the doorway from the kitchen. Glass of wine in her hand as usual, even though it’s just barely past noon.

“Nancy? Jonathan! What are you doing here?”

“Uh, half-day at school mom, didn’t I mention? Teachers conference,” she lies quickly and effortlessly.

“Oh. Where are you going?” Her mother asks, spying the bag in her hand.

“It’s Allie’s birthday and she wanted to celebrate with another girls night for old times sake y’know? So slumber party and all. I’ll probably be back on Sunday,” she continues to spin the yarn.

“I’m giving her a ride over there before I start my shift,” Jonathan quickly tacks on.

“Oh, okay. Well, wish Allie a happy birthday from me then.”

“Will do!”

“Nice to see you, Jonathan.”

“You too, Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Maybe you’ve been spending too much time with me. You’re becoming too good at lying,” she jokes as he starts the car.

“Could never spend too much time with you.”

“Same,” she smiles shyly at him.

Jonathan puts in a mix tape and The Kinks stream out at a low volume.

“Where to?” He asks.

“I don’t know,” she realizes. “Any ideas?”

“No.”

They both burst out laughing.

“Let’s just drive,” she decides.

“Any particular direction?”

“Hang on,” she starts and digs out a coin. “Heads mean we go vertical, tails mean horizontal,” she says before flipping it. “Tails, so horizontal it is. Okay, now heads is east, tails is west,” she decides before flipping the coin again. “Heads. So, let’s go east?”

“Sure.”

“We’ll stop where we want to.”

He nods.

“Going to see Murray was the first time I was out of state,” he says almost like a confession. She just shrugs.

“I’ve been to Chicago, Niagara Falls, Mount Rushmore and the Grand Canyon. And to our aunt in Minnesota. Mostly remember fighting with Mike in the back of the car though.”

They get on the interstate and just head east with no particular destination in mind. They’re not even out of Indiana before she kicks off her Converse and puts her feet up on the dashboard.

“This was a great idea.”

They’ve just crossed into Ohio when they make their first stop, at a service station on the outskirts of some small town in the middle of nowhere. The car needs gas and she needs to pee. Walking out of the bathroom and meeting Jonathan by the counter where he’s paying for the gas she asks the old man behind the counter if they could possibly look at a roadmap. He digs out an old one from the seventies and gives it to her for a nickel.

“Where are you kids headed?”

“Don’t know yet.”

“Seeing where the wind takes you, eh? I like that.”

“Yeah. Thanks for this, have a nice day!”

“You too!”

They get back inside the car and he pulls out of the gas station. She studies the map.

“Okay so we’re here… it’s not that far to Dayton actually, but I figure we just keep following the interstate for awhile, if you’re not desperate to see Dayton?”

“I am not, no.”

“Alright, then just follow the signs leading to Columbus.”

“You want to see Columbus?”

“I don’t think so but it’s in the right direction.”

“Heroes, Space Oddity, Cat People, Changes and Let’s Dance,” she lists off.

“What? You can’t possibly have Let’s Dance in your top five Bowie songs?!” He protests.

“Why not?”

“Ahead of Starman? Or Life On Mars? Or Ashes to Ashes? Or Station to Station? Or Rebel Rebel? Or The Man Who Sold the World? Or Sound and Vision? Or-”

“Yes,” she interrupts.

“But it’s just so… I’m not saying it’s not a good song but ugh, it’s so annoying that everybody knows that song but ignore all the good stuff from before.”

“You’re just being pretentious,” she teases.

“You’re a slave to the pop charts,” he retaliates.

“So how are you liking Ohio?” She asks.

“I don’t know, feels kind of the same as Indiana.”

“I agree. Wanna check out Pennsylvania instead?”

“Sure,” he answers and blows through Columbus while America by Simon and Garfunkel plays on the latest mix tape he put in.

They follow I-70 and cut through northern West Virginia before crossing into Pennsylvania, stopping at a diner outside of Pittsburgh in the evening. They settle in a booth in the half-empty diner and order two cheeseburgers.

“Thanks. Do you know any cheap motels around here?” She ask the waitress when they get their food.

“There’s one a couple of miles further down the road. Where are you kids headed?”

“Nowhere in particular.”

“Huh. Been driving long?”

“From Indiana.”

“Long way from home. Well, enjoy your meal.”

“Thanks.”

“So, Pittsburgh,” she begins, taking a bite of her burger. “Steel City.”

“Birthplace of Andy Warhol.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Weird place to end up but I figure we sleep here tonight and tomorrow we can go… where do you want to go?”

“Wherever you want to go.”

“What do you say we head for the border?” She suggests, taking out the roadmap and putting it down on the table. Tracing the map with a french fry she continues. “See the Niagara Falls or something. I was just six when we went there but I remember it was beautiful. But it’s just over 200 miles from here to Buffalo. What do you think?”

“Love it. Picturesque.”

“Yeah.”

After eating in silence for a minute Jonathan pipes up.

“I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

He puts down his burger and fiddles with his hands. She think she can read him pretty good by now. It doesn’t seem as much nervousness as excitement.

“I got in to NYU. Full scholarship.”

“You got in?!” Her voice gets so loud other customers turn their heads. “That’s amazing!” She leans over and kisses him, almost knocking over her Coke in the process. She then quickly gets out of her booth and throws herself down next to him in his and lock her arms around his neck and her eyes with his.

“You’ve just been sitting on that the whole day?!”

“I found out yesterday, I was going to tell you at lunch but you were having a rough day and needed to get out of town, so.”

“You’re unbelievable,” she shakes her head. “I’m so proud of you! Full scholarship?”

“Yeah, they loved my portfolio.”

“I love you. We’ll be in the same city!”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll be able to see each other all the time… we can share an apartment!”

“Do you want to?” He asks cautiously.

“Do you want to?” She challenges.

“Yes,” they answer at the same time. She kisses him again.

“We should go to New York now!”

“We don’t have enough gas or money,” he notes, bringing her back down to earth.

“Yeah, you’re right,” she admits. Then whispers in his ear: “Let’s go to the motel instead.”

Jonathan gives her that look. She drags him out of the booth and waves to the waitress while Jonathan throws down some crumpled bills on the table before grabbing her hand as they make their way out the door.

“Do you want a single or a double?” The tired lady at the front desk asks without looking up from her crossword puzzle.

“Single,” they answer at the same time.

“Deja vu,” she remarks as they walk down the corridor to their room.

As soon as they get inside the room they’re all over each other. She’s not proud of the little whimper she let’s out as his lips crash into hers and his arms go around her back, pressing her closer to him, but she also can’t help it. And she definitely can’t help the noise she makes when he picks her up, enabling her to hook her legs around his waist as he carries her to the bed.

“I love you,” she says and removes her shirt before kissing him again. She loves everything about him. She loves him on top of her right now, she loves him under her at other times. She loves being with him in Hawkins, she loves being with in this crummy motel room. She loves the idea of being with him in New York.

“I love you,” he reciprocates the sentiment and repeats it over and over as his kisses move from her lips down to her neck and then down and down and down and oh.

“Good morning”, she yawns as she wakes up in his arms.

“Very,” he answers.

She untangles herself from him slightly to stretch out. Her body was a bit sore from last night. The best kind of sore.

“Still wanna go to the Niagara Falls?” He asks.

“Yeah. Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“We should probably get a move on then.”

She sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed. Spotting his t-shirt from last night that apparently landed here after she threw it off him, she pulls it over her head and stands up. It’s completely oversized on her of course, reaching almost to her knees. She goes to the window and moves the curtains.

“Lovely view,” she notes as she looks out at the back of the motel and the brick wall of the rundown building next to it.

“Yeah,” he answers from the bed. The sound of a shutter makes her turn her head around and catch him lowering his camera.

“Jonathan,” she whines but not seriously. She knows it’s a photo for their eyes only. “Get up.”

“What do you think?” She asks him when he finally walks up next to her and takes her hand after walking a few steps back and snapping photographs of her and the waterfalls. She loves that he loves taking her picture.

“Beautiful.”

“Yeah. I like it more this time around. I kind of wanna see everything with you.”

He presses a kiss to her temple.

“So, have you used up your roll already?” She asks.

“Not quite,” he answers.

“Good. Give it to me,” she turns and faces him, beckoning for his camera.

“Why?”

“Just give it. I want one with you in it too.”

He hands it over and she takes the camera in one hand and his hand again in the other. She walks over to the family of four that’s been standing off to their right admiring the falls.

“Hi, excuse me, but would you mind taking our picture?” She asks.

“Of course,” the man who looks to be in his forties answers while his wife smiles and tries to keep watch over their little kids.

She gives him Jonathan’s camera. Jonathan smiles shyly and puts an arm around her as she leans into him and the friendly man takes their photo with the majestic waterfalls in the background.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Actually, would you mind taking our picture aswell?” The man asks and takes out his own camera after he’s given back Jonathan’s.

“Sure,” Jonathan answers and snaps off several in a quick succession of the family posing happily.

“Thanks.”

“You’re a cute couple, where are you from?” The wife asks.

“Indiana,” she answers.

“Wow, long way from home then. We just made the trip up for the day, from New York.”

“We’re headed there this fall,” she smiles. “For college.”

“Oh how fun! Both of you? What will you be studying?”

“Journalism at Columbia. And he just got a scholarship to NYU, for photography.”

“Wow, how lucky were we to get our picture taken by you then!”

She nods giddily in agreement while Jonathan just shyly mumbles an answer. They say goodbye to the nice family and heads back to the car.

They drive back along the coast of Lake Erie. Stopping in the town of Erie for food she then dares him to go skinny dipping with her out on Presque Isle. The water’s freezing since it’s only spring. She playfully pouts when he teases her for darting out of the water first. She steals another of his t-shirts and smiles contently when he wraps his flannel around her aswell when they’re back in the car to warm up.

They find another cheap motel for the night before continuing the journey back home on Sunday.

“We should go west in the summer,” she suggests as they pass the border back into Indiana.

“I’ve never seen the ocean,” he nods.

“Me neither.”

It’s evening by the time he pulls up to the curb outside her house.

“Thank you for this.”

“It-”

“Was your idea and it was awesome. I could go anywhere with you, even just a crummy motel room in a town as useless as this one.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Pick you up tomorrow?”

“Yes please.”

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 7 years

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A Day at The Kingdom

A/N: Request: Anonymous asked: 3. “I can’t stop thinking about you” Daryl x reader smutty a/f? Maybe a little bit of hard to get??

Here you go anonny, your smutty, sorta hard to get drabble with Daryl... Enjoy! Daryl is spending a week at the Kingdom with some of his fellow Alexandrians when a girl catches his eye. After a few encounters, he works up the nerve to talk to her, and she’s not very responsive... at first.

Warnings: Language, Smut

Words: 4543

Daryl watched as she struggled to carry the armload of fruit down the main walkway of The Kingdom. This was the fourth or fifth time he’d run into her since arriving there the week before, and each time she walked by, he noticed.

Yesterday he nearly crashed right into her as she transported a pile of boxes from one building to another. She smiled politely as Daryl apologized but just kept going without a second glance. He watched her walk away, then realized he was staring just a little too long.

Today, this was the second time she passed by and he desperately wanted to talk to her. It wasn’t often his attention was captured by someone, especially like this. But this woman had caught his and it was driving him to the point of distraction.

When she finally turned a corner, he moved off the wall and casually walked in the direction she went in.

“Whatcha doin’?” Carol asked as he nearly tripped over her tending one of the gardens.

“Huh?” he asked absently looking down at her, “oh shit, sorry.” Daryl reached a hand down and helped her up.

Carol brushed off her hands on her jeans and looked at him curiously. She then turned in the direction of his gaze and upon seeing Y/N at the end of the path adding the watermelons to the wagon of fruit, she turned back to Daryl with a smirk.

“Oh,” she said with a smile, “I see now.”

“Stop,” Daryl said, his face flushing red.

“You’re the one starring.”

“I was just makin’ sure she didn’t need help with them, that’s all,” Daryl said sheepishly, earning another chuckle from Carol.

“If you like her, just go talk to her Daryl. I know you don’t do that often, but sometimes you have to open your mouth if you want someone to like you.”

“Yeah, and say what exactly?”

“Well, you could start with, hi, my name is Daryl. That usually works.”

“Shut up,” he said, nudging her shoulder playfully.

“All I am saying is, if you want to get to know her, you have to talk to her. If you’re going to, you better do it soon. Rick said everyone’s heading back to Alexandria in a couple days.”

“Yeah, I know,” Daryl responded, but his gaze was still firmly placed on Y/N. “It’s just…” he paused, chewing on his lip and looking at Carol awkwardly, “I’ve tried talking to her. She just kinda blows me off.”

“So, you do like her?” Carol’s grin made him blush again with embarrassment.

“See this is why I don’t talk to people,” he shook his head and started to walk away.

“Oh, come on! I’m teasing you!” she called after him, but he kept walking and quickly flashed her the middle finger over his shoulder as he did.

He could hear Carol’s laughter fade as he walked the last hundred feet towards the girl who’d been on his mind obsessively over the last few days. She was loaded some of the produce into a larger wagon that would then be taken to the opposite end of the Kingdom.

Daryl stepped up just as she was about to topple over a basket of cucumbers and caught her shoulders before she fell. When she was steady on her feet, he took the box from her arms and placed it next to the others.

“Thanks,” she said, flashing a relieved smile at him. “That would’ve been a big mess to clean up.”

“No problem,” he said. Daryl could feel his nerves starting to get the better of him, but knew if there was any chance with her, he’d have to act soon. “You need any help with this?” he asked and motioned towards the wagon.

“Oh, no, I’m good, thank you. This is the last of it, I just have to carry these back,” she said, pointing to the stack of wooden crates that resided by his feet.

Daryl leaned down and picked them all up at once and hoisted them up, “Lead the way.”

Y/N smiled at him and laughed. “Well, alright then… I hope you don’t mind going to feed Shiva.”

Daryl’s face brightened, “Really?”

“Mmhmm, whenever the King is busy or off campus, I have the honor of tending to her. So, until he returns with Rick, Shiva is under my care.”

“Hell yeah, let’s go feed Shiva.” Daryl gushed, earning him a look of amusement from Y/N.

You and Daryl entered Shiva’s quarters and you showed Daryl where to leave the crates. You picked up the crowbar to open them, but he reached out for the tool and took care of taking the tops off.

Taking a portion of her meat out you handed it to him, “Here, just watch me then you can give her that, ok?”

He nodded and watched as you approached her cage, and carefully pushed the meat through the bars and laid on the floor. You moved aside so Daryl could add the second portion and watched as Shiva waited until his hand was clear, before beginning her meal.

Wiping your hands as you watched the tiger eat, you could feel Daryl staring at you. It wasn’t your first encounter with the guy, but it was the first time you’d spent more than a minute or two near him. You had noticed the way he would watch you go back and forth between the gardens and loading zone. At first it made you uncomfortable, the way his eyes would linger on you as you passed by. Then yesterday when he almost crashed into you, and you saw how nervous he became around you, you later admitted to yourself that you had enjoyed the brief encounter.

“We should let her eat,” you said and handed the rag to him to wipe his hands.

“Thanks for lettin’ me tag along,” he said as he cleaned his hands and tossed the rag over on top of the crates.

“Thanks for carrying the crates, you saved me a few trips,” you said as you and Daryl walked out of Shiva’s room.

“Glad I could help,” he said, nervously chewing on his bottom lip. The commotion from down the path caught both of your attentions. “So, um, are you going to this thing tonight?” He motioned towards the center of the campus where a small stage was being erected.

“Oh, yeah, probably. A few of my friends are in the chorus, so I promised I would. Will you guys be around for that?”

“Think so,” he nodded, his hands fidgeting together. “Would you wanna maybe, go with me?” Daryl swallowed hard, and you noticed that his cheeks were bright red.

“Daryl, I’m flattered but that’s probably not a great idea… I’m sorry,” you apologized. You felt guilty for having given him the wrong impression, though you couldn’t lie and say he didn’t affect you.

“Why wouldn’t it be a good idea?” he asked, his blue eyes locked with yours and you could see that beneath his somewhat shy exterior, there was a whole lot more fire and intensity than you thought.

“It’s just…” you searched for a reason, but were realizing that unless you were ready to explain your whole ridiculous situation to a virtual stranger, you didn’t have a reason to say no.

He took a tentative step closer to you, putting him near enough that you could hear him swallow hard. “It’s just what?” he asked.

“I promised to meet some people there, and, um…” you stammered, trying to come up with something, but the more intently he stared at you, the more you were at a loss for words.

“If you ain’t interested, that’s fine,” he said, his confidence wavering a bit, but still holding your gaze.

The idea of him thinking you weren’t interested suddenly felt wrong, because the truth was, you were. There were just some other things in your life blocking you from being able to act on it or fully admit it to him.

“Daryl, that’s not the case actually,” you confessed and felt a shy smile playing on your lips. “Things are complicated for me is all, and I’d hate to lead you on.”

You sighed as the partial truth rolled out, but your words did nothing to stop him deter him from asking again.

“It’s just a concert, right? If I showed up, I couldn’t just sit next to ya?” There was an edge in his voice that made your stomach flutter with anxious excitement.

“I guess that wouldn’t be terrible,” you admitted and looked away from him.

“I’ll guess I’ll see ya there then,” he rubbed his hands together in a gesture of satisfaction and smirked. “I better go see if Rick’s back, but uh, make sure you save me a seat, ‘lright?”

All you could do was nod as Daryl slowly backed away, finally turning to head down the path towards the dorms. When he was gone, you exhaled and closed your eyes.

“What the hell did I just do?” you muttered to yourself before heading back into Shiva’s room to check on the big cat one last time.

Daryl exhaled a sigh of relief after leaving Shiva’s quarters. His heart was racing a mile a minute, his hands trembling from the bundle of nerves he was now trying to unwind. He had never been that bold with a girl before that he could remember, not even back when he was a stupid kid under his brother’s influence.

He had no idea what to do now, but he was sure as hell going to be at that stupid concert. Spending that fifteen minutes with Y/N had proved to be the best time he’d spent since having to be at The Kingdom.

Daryl went back to his dorm and grabbed his cleanest shirt and jeans. After taking a quick shower, he pulled on his clothes and was strapping up his boots when Carol knocked at the door.

“I’m coming in,” she announced and turned the knob without waiting for a response. When she saw that Daryl was freshly showered and dressed she stopped in her tracks and raised a brow at him. “Well don’t you look nice.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled before getting up and putting on his vest over his shirt.

“Have a hot date?” Carol teased.

“Shut up,” Daryl said shaking his head. “Why you gotta do that?”

“Tease you?”

“Yeah.”

“Cause, I love you, and I am trying to help you by making you smile,” Carol answered honestly. She put down the basket of clothes that was in her hand and went to Daryl’s collar. Fixing a corner that had turned wrong, she smoothed out the fabric across his shoulders. “I know you like her, and I know it’s hard for you to admit that. So, I am sorry for teasing you Daryl.”

“It’s fine, I’d do the same to you,” he admitted and smirked.

“Mmhmm, I know,” Carol said sarcastically. “You’re going to have a terrible time at the concert if I know you, but I have no doubt that you will end up getting the girl… IF you remember one thing, ok?”

“What’s that?” Daryl asked slightly amused.

“Talk to her,” Carol playfully smacked his chest, before picking up her basket and leaving it on the bed. “Women like to be talked to, not just grunted at. Remember that, and she won’t be able to resist you, Pookie.”

You sat nervously in the back row, continually smoothing out the material of your skirt as you kept a lookout for Daryl. You were hoping if he was going to come, it would be before everything started. Nearly everyone that lived in the Kingdom and all their visitors from both Alexandria and The Hilltop were present, so when the chorus took the stage, the applause from the crowd was much louder than expected.

As it died down, you felt someone slip into the seat next to you. Assuming it was Daryl, you turned with a smile on your face. But as soon as you saw the unfortunately familiar face, the welcoming expression faded to nothing.

“Hey Y/N, didn’t think you were coming,” he said as he looked you up and down.

“Hi Max, what are you doing here?” you asked your ex-boyfriend without looking at him.

“Was hoping to enjoy some music… with you,” he said and slipped his hand over yours that was resting on your thigh.

“Don’t touch me,” you warned and swatted his hand away.

He was about to speak until you felt a hulking presence behind you and felt a hand slip on your shoulder.

“Sorry I’m late,” Daryl said, his voice was soft, but when you looked up at him, his face was serious and staring at Max. “I miss anything?”

Relief washed over you, and you were suddenly extremely grateful for Daryl’s persistence at joining you.

Smiling up at him, you did your best to keep your voice even. “Nope, just in time,” turning to Max, you glared at him, “this seat was actually reserved. So, if you don’t mind…”

“Actually, I do. I was here first so, I think I’ll stay here.” He responded belligerently.

“That’s alright Max, we can sit elsewhere,” you stood up and turned to look for another seat.

You couldn’t help but smile as Daryl wrapped his arm tightly and protectively around your waist. “Yeah, Max… we’ll just sit somewhere else.” Daryl narrowed his eyes at your ex, and without warning, leaned over and kissed you, half on your cheek and half on your lips. His lips were softer than you imagined them to be, and you had to hold yourself back from full on kissing him back.

Max stood up, squaring his shoulders to Daryl. Daryl just shook his head and snorted a laugh. “C’mon, Y/N,” Daryl pulled you with him and walked towards the other side of the seating.

“Thanks,” you whispered when you were walking away from Max. “You saved my ass.”

“I didn’t do anthin’,” he said as you walked around the crowd, his hand still firmly gripped around your waist.

“Yeah, you did… sorry he’s such an asshole. I knew he’d cause some kind of trouble...”

“Is that why you didn’t wanna come with me?” he asked.

“I was afraid he would cause a scene. He’s not real ok with this being over,” you admitted and looked away. “I ended it and he can’t seem to deal.”

“I can’t blame the guy,” Daryl said quietly as you stumbled upon two open seats on the opposite end from where Max was watching you, “I’d be pretty upset too.”

Meeting Daryl’s blue eyes, that feeling of butterflies in your stomach was now all over your body. You had an urge to kiss him again, but this time an accompanying heat was growing between your thighs.

“Daryl, you barely know me,” you said softly.

“So,” he responded, his voice a rough whisper above the swell of crowd and music that was starting. “What does that matter?”

“I guess… it doesn’t,” you ran your tongue lightly over your bottom lip and bit down.

“Whether I know you or not, doesn’t change that I can’t stop thinking about you… haven’t been able to since I got here last week an saw you walkin’ by.”

Daryl’s face was a breath away from yours, and suddenly you couldn’t care less about the concert, your ex, or your friends that were currently performing for the enthusiastic crowd.

“Wanna get out of here?” You asked, your tone oozing with need and eyes transfixed on his face. He simply nodded, and a second later you were dragging him by the hand to find a secluded place to go.

Within a minute or two, you led Daryl down the path towards the housing units. Turning the corner of the building, the second you were clear from view, Daryl pulled you into him and kissed you, fully on the lips this time.

There was no hesitation from you as you wrapped both arms around his neck and returned it. Daryl’s open-mouthed kiss pressed down harder on your mouth, and you let your tongue slip into his mouth. He accepted it greedily and grabbed the back of your head, pushing you further into him.

The weight of his body leaning into you, pushed you back against the wall of the building. His mouth left your lips, and left a trail of warm nips and licks down your neck. Closing your eyes, you rested your head back, so he could taste every bit of your skin. A moan escaped with your breath when his tongue lightly ran along that soft spot between your neck and chest.

As good as he felt against you, you wrapped your hand through his hair, and gently nudged his face up to yours.

“Why, Daryl?” you asked, trying to read his expression.

“Why what?”

“Why me? You never even spoke to me before yesterday…”

“Yeah, and you ignored me,” he sulked.

“Clearly, I was an idiot,” you said smiling at him.

Daryl caressed the side of your face, and leaned in to kiss you gently. “Why… I don’t know why. I just saw you, and I couldn’t stop lookin’.” His hand slipped down your cheek to your neck and softly drifted down to your chest.

As his fingertips glided across the swell of your breasts, he plunged his mouth back to your neck right below your ear. His breath was hot on your skin, but caused your body to tingle with an electric chill that shot right down into the steady stream of warmth flowing between your legs.

“We need to go somewhere…” he growled in your ear right before his teeth nipped at the flesh of your neck. “Now.” Daryl pressed himself against you harder, so you could feel how rigid he was for you.

Slipping out from beneath him, you lead him into the stables, and around to the back where the stacks of hay were stored.

The moment you were clear from sight, Daryl ran his hands down your back and down to your ass, cupping it roughly and lifting you up. Wrapping your legs around him, his hands slipped under your skirt as he buried his head into your chest. Daryl used his teeth to pull down the scoop neck of your top, exposing the tops of your breasts. He used his teeth again to tug at your bra, so your nipple was ready for his mouth.

A groan of pleasure left your body as his tongue flicked your hard nub, sending little shockwaves of electricity all through you. As he licked and bit at your nipple, you felt one of his hands slowly slide along the length of your panties from your ass to your pussy.

When he felt the dampness already seeping through your panties, he growled with satisfaction at how ready you were for him. He slowly let his fingers slip beneath the cloth and glide along the top of your folds. You could feel yourself aching for him to give you the friction you desperately needed to feel, but he just tormented the entrance to your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please Daryl….” You moaned in his ear sounding almost desperate.

“Please, what?” he teased as his mouth left your breast and came back up to your mouth. He kissed you gently, then pressed his forehead against yours as his fingers continued to ever so gently tease the ridge of your sex.

“Touch me, fuck me, all of it… please,” you begged him. You ached with a desperation to feel him inside you, “please…”

His fingers plunged into you, and as he hit against your clit, you moaned loudly, throwing your head back in ecstasy as his touch. He opened his hand so that his fingers were grinding against your entire pussy, but so his thumb was lighting rubbing against the sensitive rim of your ass.

The sensation was more than you could take. It had been way too long since the last time you had sex or had been touched like this at all, and you felt an orgasm starting already.

“Oh fuck… Daryl…” your breathing was getting heavier as he moved his hand faster against you, while his mouth still tasted every inch of your chest and neck.

Walking you backwards into the hay barrels, he set you down on one. Slipping his hand from your panties he quickly pulled at his belt yanking it open and letting his pants fall to the ground.

His eyes bore into you, as his tongue trailed along his lips. You looked down as his boxers fell to the floor, his hardon at full length and ready to take you on. Daryl picked you up again and ripped your panties off to the side. He pulled your mouth to his as he gently pushed you down onto his cock.

At first the tip just lightly brushed against your throbbing clit making you cry out in a breathy whimper.

“I like when you make that sound,” Daryl growled in your ear, and he finally pulled you down, allowing his dick to fill you completely.

“Oh shit!” you screamed louder than you meant. He grunted with pleasure as he used his large hands to bounce you by your ass up and down, allowing you an incredible amount of friction against your clit as he hit your hilt with every thrust.

“Fuck,” he rumbled lowly into your mouth before kissing you deeply. His teeth grazed against your bottom lip, making your nails dig further into his back. Daryl moved back to your breasts, covering the one exposed with wet, hungry mouth kisses and teasing your nipple again with his tongue.

Daryl was grunting, short, breathy moans in your ear as he continued to rock you back and forth on his cock. You could tell he was getting close to reaching his climax as his dug his fingers in the flesh of your ass deeper.

You felt your clit begin to throb and your orgasm ripped through you without warning. Panting obscenities mixed with his name was all the incentive Daryl needed to let his peak hit. He tried to pull you off before he came inside you, but he was lost in the sensation you brought on and was a few seconds too late.

A mix of his mess and yours coated the inside of your thighs, but it didn’t matter after the high your body was trying to come down from. Still trying to catch his breath, Daryl gently lowered you to the ground. When he knew you had your feet steady under you, he brought his hands up and slipped them under your hair and around the back of your neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said dreamily as he bent down to kiss you. Still reeling from what just happened, both you and Daryl couldn’t take your hands from the other. “Are you okay?” he asked, kissing you again and letting his teeth linger against your bottom lip.

“Mmhmm,” you responded in a breathy moan, as his tongue traveled down your neck again. You closed your eyes when he hit that spot right below your ear. Any sign of pleasure you showed, caused him to respond in kind, and even though you’d both just came to a full, satisfying completion, you could easily go again at any minute.

Voices from nearby caught yours and Daryl’s attention and eventually became what forced you apart. They drew closer and you could tell that they were coming from directly inside the barn now. Daryl quickly pulled up his boxers and pants and hastily clasped his belt.

You fixed your bra and shirt, and readjusted your skirt so it was pulled as far down as you could. Giving Daryl a once over, you chuckled at the tail of his shirt poking through the zipper of his jeans. You reached over and pulled it out quickly before Rick and Ezekiel rounded the corner of the stables.

They stopped abruptly when they saw the two of you standing there, faces flushed red and still breathing more heavily than you should be.

The two men passed a sly glance and tried to hide the smirk they both wanted desperately to wear.

“I was just showing Daryl the stables. He wanted to know how it was set up in case they wanted to add one in…” you suddenly blanked on the name of his community.

“Alexandria,” he said and cleared his throat.

“Stables, huh?” Rick asked, trying not to laugh at the awkwardness of the situation. “Well, I think that’s something we should probably talk about back home.”

Daryl nodded and avoided his friend’s gaze. “We, uh, we should get back to the concert,” Daryl said wrapping his hand in yours. He pulled you forward as he passed through Rick and Ezekiel, heading out towards the front of the barn.

“We’re gonna head out in the morning Daryl,” Rick called after him.

“Yeah, alright!” Daryl responded just as you walked back out into the path that lead back to the courtyard.

When you were out of earshot, you leaned your head against his chest and started laughing. His arms folded you into him and caressed your back as you let the moment pass through you. Lifting your head to his face, you could see he was still embarrassed by nearly getting caught, but there was something more mixed into his expression.

“You alright?” you asked biting on your lower lip.

“Yeah,” he said with a sigh as he brushed a stray hair behind your ear. “Just sucks we gotta leave tomorrow. Especially now,” he shrugged, trying to play off his disappointment.

“Well, we’ll always have the stables,” you offered coyly and winked at him.

“True, but see, maybe if you would’ve talked to me sooner…” he teased you. Before you could chastise him for it, Daryl kissed you again.

Pulling back from him, you started walking backward, but didn’t let go of his hand. “C’mon, let’s go see if we can catch the end of the concert,” you smiled at him as he rolled his eyes.

“Can’t we just go do that again?” he asked motioning back towards the stables and sounding like a pouting child.

“Yeah, we can… after the concert, we can do whatever you want ‘til the sun comes up,” you gave him a little smack on his ass, and continued to pull him towards the source of the music. Daryl stopped resisting and draped an arm around your shoulders as you rejoined the rest of the community.

Off to the side, you noticed Carol standing with some of the others from Alexandria. You saw her give Daryl a knowing look, and when he smiled back at her, her own grin grew. Looking back and forth between them curiously, Daryl gave you a little squeeze and kissed the top of your head.

Nuzzling into his chest, you smiled contently and listened to the voices of the Kingdom’s royal chorus as Daryl ran his fingertips up and down along your bicep and occasionally leaving a longing kiss to the top of your head.

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