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gotta-winwin · 3 months ago

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(🛢️) piledriver waltz | L.C (a choose your own adventure)

⭐ starring: dino

💌 genre: fluff, angst

💬 preview: the fates have been calling with a quest: close the gates of Hell with your lover by your side and the power of true love. except for the fact that chan is neither your lover or someone you love.

tw/cw: magic au (akin to percy jackson au but slightly different), fire x wind summoners, the nickname: my pyra (my firey one), the struggle for true love, the inabilityto love someone back, pathetic and downbad!chan, banter, mentions of hell and death

🪽fic rating/teaser rating: pg 🪽wc: 4.6k

☁️ masterlist & a/n: we have successfully killed the writing slump...in a way i could never have imagined. this is a choose your own adventure story, with 4 alternate endings: all vastly different in both genre and meaning. so my question for you is...what do you see at the gates of Hell? tysm a (@chugging-antiseptic-dye ) and tiya (@gyubakeries ) for listening to me figure this out

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PRESENT TIME

Chan’s house is right next to yours. You know this. It’s as painfully evident as the wound on both your shoulder and his, the souvenir of a fight gone wrong. You know you were only a few feet away from no longer running, from the warm embrace of Chan’s arms– from the fate you both had tried to thwart for so long. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to knock on his door first.

No. If the Fates wanted the two of you to fall in love with each other so badly, they’d make Chan come to you instead.

THREE YEARS AGO

Chan’s fingers grazed lightly against yours as he looked at you from the corner of his eye, his lips set in a stubborn line. The fact that you were pointedly refusing to look at him infuriated him.

“You know I could send you flying straight into that fountain if I wanted to, right?

The only response he got was an eyeroll.

“I’m serious.” He muttered, glaring at you. Even now, the hatred he was pretending to have in his stare was coming off as more of an exasperated, loving glance. “I could kill you.”

He watches as you analyze your fingernails, your expression seemingly bored of him. “But you haven’t.”

“I could. I will.”

You laughed, a snarky and cold sound, yet Chan basked in it anyways. “You wish. I’ll set you on fire before you could even raise your hands to summon wind.”

Chan knew you were right. Despite being top of his class, you had always been faster, wittier, braver and hungrier.

“I don’t understand why the general won’t just let you train with us.” He leaned back, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

Your eyes narrowed. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Be kind.”

His lips pursed, confusion written over his crafted features. “Why not?”

You shook your head, turning away. You didn’t have the words or the heart to explain to him how kindness sounded awful coming from his tongue– how it made your face flush and your mental walls weaken. Lee Chan couldn’t know the physical and emotional impact he had on your heart. He would never.

DAY 0

A harsh knock sounded against your door, shaking the brittle walls that you called home.

“Stop being so stubborn!” His voice rang through your ears. “Open the damn door, Y/N.”

You curled yourself tighter on the dampened mattress in the middle of the room. “No.” The words were too quiet to reach Chan’s ears, but you knew he had probably predicted your answer already.

“Open the door, my pyra.” The incessant knocks slowed to a gentle one. “Please.” His voice turned almost honey smooth, the flow of it melting into your ears. “Please.”

You open the door to find him leaning against the door frame, his face pressed up against the wood, a pathetic look on his face. His eyes drift over your body before landing on your face.

“I knew you’d come to me.” You can’t help but rub it in.

“And I knew you’d wait till I did.” He makes no effort to come in, instead, his feet are firmly planted on the grassy moss that encircled your hut. “You’ve always had too much pride to fold first.”

The teasing smile suddenly drops as he focuses back on the pressing matter at hand. “You know we can’t run from Fate.”

You nod. The oracle had sent the two of you a mission, and despite all you had done to avoid it: distancing yourself from the others, refusing to meet basic training requirements, never burning sacrifices to the Gods in hopes they’d just forget about your existence, Fate had funny ways of catching up to people.

“If the Gods want us to close the gates to Hell and save the world then so be it.”

You shake your head. “You know it’s impossible.”

“Why not?”

You stare quizzically at him, wondering if he had hit his head too hard during sparring class. “You know the gates of Hell can only be closed with an element as strong as Death. True love.”

Chan nods. “Yeah, so? We’ll hop on down there, say hello to Death himself, close the gates and get the Hell out of there.”

“We don’t have true love, Chan.”

He frowns. Your heart sinks.

“I love you.” He mumbles, his hand raising to grab your fingers, an awkward fumble– an attempt to hold your hand.

You look away. “Chan…”

He lets out a loud sigh, dropping your hand. “I know you don’t love me now, but-” He smiles, and you can’t help but wonder how he could despite everything you had thrown at him. “But it takes 22 days to make it to Hell, and I’m sure you’ll fall in love with me by then.”

“I’ve known you for 10 years and I haven’t loved you.”

It’s blunt and awfully cruel, yet Chan’s smile doesn’t drop.

“That’s okay.” He pushes past you into your hut. Clapping his hands together, he begins rummaging through your kitchen drawers, throwing various cans of food onto the counter.

“Come on, my pyra.” He looks back at you when you remain frozen by the doorway. “Smooth those eyebrows. You’ll love me at the gates of Hell, I’m sure of it.”

You have neither the heart or the energy to tell him you think you might never love someone enough for it to defeat Death.

DAY 1

The trek towards the gates of Hell was long and frankly boring. The roads were void with any life other than the two of you, and the only sounds were the ones coming from Chan’s harsh breathing.

“Stop that.” You can’t help but snap at him, your head threatening to burst from the glare of the afternoon sun.

Chan glances back at you, a stupid smile across his face. His misguided happiness both infuriates and soothes you. “Stop what?”

“Stop breathing.”

Chan frowns, slowing in his step to walk beside you. “I need that to live.”

You roll your eyes and resist the urge to light the ends of his hair on fire. “Then stop doing it so loudly.”

Chan doesn’t say anything in return. Instead, his hands move to the nape of your neck, summoning a breeze to tickle the hairs on your skin. It’s calm and refreshing and you hate him for it– how he handles your anger so well, how he tames your fire with a simple touch. How he’s kind despite your rudeness.

You feel your annoyance melt with the heat. “Thank you.” You mutter. You try to ignore the loving glance he gives you as he continues to summon cool wind around you.

“Of course.” He mumbles back, because of course Chan would do anything for you. Of course.

DAY 8

Chan’s arm draped across your stomach as his face pressed against the crook of your neck. You stayed painfully still, timing your breath to rise and fall with his.

His night terrors often involved the image of you leaving– at least, you assumed so.

You never spoke of it once he awoke, but you often heard him call out your name in his sleep, a quiet, pleading whisper falling from his lips. His eyebrows would scrunch along with his nose.

At first you had found it quite annoying and a bit pathetic. Chan’s sleeptalk intruded on your nights, and the thought of him even dreaming about you felt unsettling. Yet as time went on and more of the same nights occurred, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity.

No, not pity. Guilt.

You wanted to throttle the version of you in his dreams– the one that was walking away from him and causing him so much pain in his sleep. You wanted to make it stop.

A particularly harsh breath from Chan tickled your cheek and you stared up at the twinkling stars in the night sky.

You were never one for prayers, but you found yourself praying anyway.

Help me love him, you pleaded with the Gods you hoped were listening. Let me love him like he deserves. I want to love him. Please.

You tilted your head closer to his, allowing the tips of his hair to brush against your cheek. You let yourself breathe in tandem with his– yet the whole thing still felt awfully wrong.

DAY 13

Chan’s calloused fingers glide across your wrist as he pulls you away from the flames.

He doesn’t utter a single word as he bandages your wounds, rubbing your burns with salve– because despite your affinity and control over fire, you weren’t immune.

You hang your head in shame, refusing to meet his eyes. It was your fire that had burned you, and it seemed awfully poetic in a sense– as if the lack of control you had over your powers mirrored the lack of control you had in yourself.

You know he’s only pretending to not know it was your fault.

“I’m a mess.” You muttered after a period of silence, your hair covering your face as you stared at the grimy jungle floor.

You feel his hands still. “Don’t say that.”

“I am though. I can’t even control my own flames.” How am I supposed to control my heart? You don’t utter the last question, yet it burns your insides with its insistence.

Chan seems to hear the silent question anyways. His hand moves from your wounds to your pulse, the pads of his fingers pressing against the thready heartbeat. He does nothing but listen– feel.

And you remember something he had said to you, years ago.

“I like listening to your heartbeat.” He had said, in the silence of a shared lunch after school. “It dances.”

“You jest.” You counter, because you know Wind Summoners couldn’t hear hearts– that was for witches and wizards only.

Chan shakes his head and leans in, as if about to share a secret. “I don’t need powers to hear your heart, Y/N. I just do.”

You pushed his shoulder and rolled your eyes, breaking off a piece of his beef jerky despite his late protests.

“Are you listening?” You ask now, eyes roaming across the concentrated look on his face.

He blinks back to reality, to you. “Mhm.” He looks up, his brown eyes sparkling like how some sidewalks do. The sunbeams that split through the dense jungle leaves glow against his face.

“It dances.”

You pull your hand out from under his grasp. “Whatever.” Pressing your hands against your face, you stand. “It’s getting warm, let’s keep moving.”

You feel Chan’s breeze against your face again as you walk. It tickles your cheek and brushes against your hair like phantom fingers.

DAY 21

It’s another day's trek away from the gates of Hell. You see it on Chan’s face: the fatigue, the anguish, the eventual loss of hope. The two of you had spent the majority of last night sleeping in separate corners of the sleeping bag, nothing touching but the sides of your arms.

Chan had noticeably stopped calling out your name in his dreams. Actually, he stopped saying it altogether.

Each moment of heavy silence that passed made you regret every word you had said to him the night before.

“Goodnight, I love you.” Chan mumbled as he settled into bed.

“Goodnight.” You snuffed out the flames illuminating the camp space.

It had felt like any other night, where Chan would tell you he loved you and you’d pretend you hadn’t heard. You expected him to close his eyes like he’d done before, yet this time, as you settled into bed yourself, you could still feel his eyes trained on you.

“When are you going to say it back?” Chan’s voice was quiet over the steady hum of the forest.

You kept your eyes shut, desperately hoping he’d think –or at least pretend– you were asleep.

“I know you’re awake.”

You don’t open your eyes, but you respond. “I don’t know.”

“It’s been weeks.”

“I know. I know.”

A sniffle sounds from next to you and you could feel your heart twist. “What have I done wrong?” He asks, as if the reason you couldn’t love him was as simple as something he could’ve changed.

“Nothing.” You force your voice to lay flat. “It’s not your fault.”

“It has to be.” Chan countered, and you hear him sit up in the dark. “It has to be.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever love someone as much as you deserve to be loved, Chan.” You finally tell him, and you feel your eyes prickle with sudden tears. “It’s not your fault.”

He doesn’t respond. You say nothing more.

You have to admit it’s strange, to fall asleep without the warmth of his touch, the usual spots on your stomach, arm and neck void of his presence. It’s strange to miss, you realize, as you find yourself wishing you had just said it back, the three words that seemed to suffocate the air between you and Chan. It’s strange that you burn for his touch. It’s strange.

You roll the complex emotion through your mind as you listen to Chan’s breathing. It takes time for you to place it into words: hurt, frustration, want, love.

The feeling comes to you moments before sleep does. Yearning.

You had never yearned for anything before, but you found yourself learning how to anyway.

DAY 22:

The gates of Hell look…colder than you had imagined them to be. They lack the fire and heat you had pictured in your mind, as the two you ventured further and further into the depths of it.

Fire would have been much more comforting than whatever this was. It didn’t make it any better, the fact that the only times Chan had spoken to you since the night before had been nothing but courteous and professional.

The mischievous winds had disappeared alongside his witty banter, the ones he used to summon to play with your hair as you walked.

“We’re here.” You break the silence. Your voice echoes through the dark and cold.

Chan says nothing.

You turn to face the black gates of Hell and the only thing behind it: clear glass.

You hear Chan’s breath hitch from behind you and you turn to face him.

“What?”

It’s the look in his eyes that spur you to step closer to him, reaching out to grab his arm. Fear seemed to radiate through his irises, jarring you as he broke his gaze with Hell to look at you. It felt entirely different to see fear in his eyes when all you had ever received from him was looks of gentle love.

“What is it, Chan? What do you see?” Your voice grows louder as you panic, shaking him gently, as if to wake him from a bad dream.

It takes him exactly five seconds to break out of it.

He blinks. “Nothing.”

You know he’s lying, but you don’t push it. Turning back to the gates and the glass behind it, you take a longer look, watching as it morphed into a different thing altogether.

You hear Chan’s voice from behind you. “What do you see?” He repeats your question back at you.

You look, carefully. You see…

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A faceless man in a suit and tie, watching as you walk down the aisle in your white dress. It’s intimate, it’s cute– it’s entirely too much for you. You can physically feel the restraint your corset gives you and you know it’s not the outfit: it’s the sinking, awful feeling that you’re throwing the rest of your life away.

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Chan’s frail and limp body propped up against a tree as you sit beside him, your hand clenching his as you watch him breathe. You try to match the rise and fall of his chest like you’re used to, but his breaths come too slow– too weak.

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Chan lays in bed beside you, his head tucked against the crook of your neck. He’s all bone and whispers of a person, his body a shell of his former self. You hold onto him despite all this– despite the fact that you know the exact moment he stops breathing. You refuse to let him go. You rot.

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sunnydaleherald · 7 months ago

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A preview of Fall of the House of X #4

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roswellsmokingwoman · 2 years ago

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(Aziraphale x Crowley) Need and Necessity - Chapter 4

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A/B/O Regency AU with Omega!Crowley and Alpha!Aziraphale. Lots of developement with this chapter...

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“Am I so obvious?” Crowley asks, shifting away from her and crossing his legs.

“Only because I know you so well,” Anathema answers him honestly. “Do you think you could love him, someday?”

“It’s out of my control.” Crowley stands from the rock, unable to sit with so much stirring inside of him. “I imprinted on him.”

“You what?” Anathema utters in disbelief.

Then, she too stands, following after Crowley as he walks away from the cliffside and towards the house. His long legs propel him forward, faster than she can keep up, but eventually, he slows and she reaches him. Gasping for air, she leans herself against his shoulder and curses him silently.

“Has he imprinted on you?” Anathema is finally able to ask, knowing most imprints are reciprocated. It happens in an instant and at first sight when an alpha and omega meet. No one understands how they are forged, some believing it to be a matter of fate and others of compatible biology. But there have been cases, rarely reported, that only one of the pair imprints. And oftentimes, with no bond, they would begin to fall ill. The lone imprint would give time. It would be weeks or months before the sickness would begin.

“I believe it to be unlikely. When alphas imprint, they are driven mad and unable to rest until they have their mate. Aziraphale has maintained a distance between us, a sea so vast Moses would be tempted to part it.”

“And what if he is resisting it?” She wants to believe, between her and Newt's accounts, that there must be some force at play.

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anstarwar · 2 years ago

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Squad #4 CloneShipping Big Bang Sneak Peek

Excited to get to share another collaboration for the CSBB! This time with the lovely @flowerparrish and @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

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Title: No One Mourns the Wicked Author: @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan Read By: @flowerparrish Cover Art By: @flowerparrish Art By: @anstarwar Rating: E, 18+ Pairings: Dogma x Tup Tags: Songfic, Clone Trooper Reconditioning, Tup/Dogma, Clone Trooper OCs, Coruscant Sucks for Corries, CC-1010, Marshall Commander Fox, Reconditioned!Tup, Fox Kills Chancellor Palpatine, Major Character Death (it’s Palpatine), Behavioral Control Chips, CloneShipping Big Bang, Tup/Dogma Summary: Tup has been reconditioned before- he had once been a Corrie Medic named Trill. Regardless of who he was and who is now, he has a deep, fierce loyalty to his vod’e and the Republic. He falls in love with fellow Trooper Dogma- then… Umbara happened and Dogma went away. He meets a Corrie named Specter and feels starts to flourish as the war ends.

Preview below the cut:

So that no one would know what happened, and to adulterate the scene so that it was shown that it was Separatists that had killed the Senator and the... the Corrie vod'e. The Shiny almost felt sick to his stomach, that he had, unknowingly, killed fellow vod'e.

The soft shells had no chance against highly skilled and deadly commandos- and this showed it to him quite clearly. The shiny hunches his shoulders a little and follows after the slicer-engineer and helps them with cleaning up after the mission.

They leave the bodies of the Senator and the vod'e where they lay and then head back to their ship. Their Sargent, then contact Marshall Commander Fox and informing him that his squad will be arriving to take the Senator Thri'kresh to a safer location in two day’s time- their ship is still a couple days out from docking with Coruscant.

The Shiny Commando marvels, while trying not to cry or vomit or scream, about how well his ori'vod and Sargent can lie to the other vod. The Demolitions expert- the most chatty of the three ori'vod'e in Theta Squad tugs him in for a hug.

They watch him- likely monitoring him so he won't do something stupid. The guilt eats at him, the numb, shocking horror of it. Not that he would say a word of this to anyone. Opsec- for one thing, and another... no one wanted to be a vod-killer.. and he is one.

The Corries are scrambling- three squads of Corries- which had been sent to protect Senator Thri'kresh- who had been in a Senatorial hiding house in one of the safer lower levels were all found dead- as well as the Senator.

Trill is one of the medics checking over the dead- and the slicers are going for the coms and hteammatesfootage- which is a bit grainy and shows that Separatist Commando Droids had slain all of their vod'e and the Senator.

Kark. The Chancellor and the Senate are going to be displeased with their failure to protect the Senator, admittedly Senator Thri'kresh wasn't popular for their Outspoken views on wanting a more peaceful resolution and for vod'e protections.

Theta squad comes waltzing over a criticizing them for their failure to protect the Senator and their complaints about how they didn't have a mission anymore and this better not go on their records as a failure- when it was due to the Corries that their mission charge is dead.

At least- that was the Demo expert and the Combat engineer complaining, one of them was silent- if a bit twitchy, while the Sargent was just watching the situation with his arms crossed and disapproval radiating from him.

"Are you going to help us carry out the dead or just bitch at us?" Sargent Byte of the Corries snaps at the complaining Commandos.

"No- it's not our mission duty to carry failures out." The Sargent said coldly as he turned on his heel and left. His squad fofollowedfter their Sargent, the Shiny Commando pausing, looking back at them, before being grabbed by the Demo expert and tugged along with them.

#cloneshipping big bang #cloneshipping event #tup/dogma #no one mourns the wicked #csbb22 #cloneshipping big bang 2022 - 2023 #collaboration #sneak peek #coruscant guard #reconditioned clones #tcw

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artemiseamoon · 2 years ago

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Whatever happens, just come home to me

Manny (Mayans) x ex-ofc ft their daughter

Words: 2277

Warnings: Angst, worry, fearing the worst

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Angela took a deep breath, drawing air into her lungs, holding, then releasing it. It does little to calm the tension in her muscles and churning in her stomach. When it came to Manny the club, she tried to keep her hands off the cards.

When they used to be together, any indication something was off would bring her to the table; cards spread out, turning them over one by one with nervous anticipation; waiting to see if her instincts were right or wrong. Though the cards rarely led her astray, they added to her anxiety and worry about his overall safety.

When Angela said yes to him, she had an idea what she was signing up for. One can’t date and fall in love with a biker and expect peace and calm, she knew that. Though the whole MC thing was a deterrent, she was head over heels for him, and the dangerous weren't' enough to keep them apart.

But it eventually did become too much, and along with some other things, despite all the love between them, after 7 years and a daughter, they parted ways. It wasn’t easy to do, she nearly bit her nails off as she geared herself up for the conversation. The look in his eyes broke her heart. But it was for the best. They both knew that, even if they hated it, even if the breakup broke their hearts.

The last two days, Manny has been heavy on her mind, more than usual. They’ve been separated for about a year now, but still see each other often and co-parent 4-year-old Ana with love and respect. Their relationship is good, and he’s even been spending more time here over the last month.

In one way, it’s nice, it's how things used to be when they all lived in this house. When they broke up, she was ready to search for an apartment, but Manny told her to take the house and he got an apartment himself. Ana loves having him around, she’s a daddy's girl after all, and being able to wake up and see him has been spoiling her, and in some ways, Angela too.

After the breakup, things were a bit weird and very emotional, but once they passed that hump, they fell back into the comfort and ease they have always had. When he stays over, Manny sleeps in the spare bedroom. On some nights, she stares at the second pillow where he used to be and contemplates welcoming him into the bedroom.

It would be easy to extend that invite, they’re close and still flirt with each other, even if they don’t intend to. The energy is there, like an elephant in the room but neither have acted on it. The closest they got was three months after the breakup, he dropped Ana off and stayed for dinner.

As they cleaned up in the kitchen, and Ana watched a short cartoon as her food digested, they almost kissed. Just as their lips brushed together, Angela put her hands on his chest and put some space between them.

“We shouldn’t.”

Manny looked at her longingly and took a step back. After apologizing, he shifted his focus to the sink and resumed washing dishes. That was the last they spoke about it….

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neopuppy · 4 years ago

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Dive Into You: Part 1. (M)

Preview: “Maybe you’ll get lucky and land on that new girl you’ve been staring at all night.”

“Fuck off!” Jeno shoves his brother away, Haechan breaking out into laughter laying on the floor.

“Am I wrong?” His smile widens lifting a brow Jeno’s way. Jeno’s cheeks hallow in, clicking his tongue. “Come on, spin.” Haechan sits back up, nudging into his shoulder. Jeno’s eyes casually drift around the circle, smoothly passing over you. Nothing noticeable enough for you to catch on to.

Pairing: brothers Jeno/Haechan x female reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: pwp, church boys AU, smut, love triangle, brothers nohyuck

Warning: sacrilegious themes, bible quotes, explicit language, master manipulator Haechan, innocent Jeno, virgin reader, drug/alcohol mentioned

Smut Warning: inappropriate touching in a church, touching over underwear, thigh riding, corruption kink

Intro—>

“Jeno, you don’t always have to dress like we’re going to someone’s funeral.”

“Fuck are you talking about.” Jeno grunts hoisting out the medium sized cooler from the backseat of his older brother’s car.

“Hey hey! you scratch that door and I’ll make you scrub this entire car spotless with a toothbrush!” Haechan smooths a hand over the hood of his customized cherry black trans am. His prized possession, the only thing he gave an actual shit about.

“You wouldn’t even have a car to clean right now if not for me.” Jeno dumps the cooler down near the back door of the church. Cracking his neck in a stretch, shooting Haechan a glare.

“You’re still on about this? When are you going to let it go?” Haechan scoffs, popping open the cooler. “I even paid extra to get your favorite beer. So ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful? I’ve been at fucking Jesus camp for the last six weeks thanks to you. Is that what I’m supposed to be grateful for?” Jeno’s teeth grit together growing more annoyed by the second.

“Aw come on nono, don’t be like that.” Haechan smirks, smoothing down the hair along Jeno’s nape. “I owe you one alright?”

“Owe me one? Dad has me on lockdown because of you. The irony in this that I don’t even smoke weed but took the blame for you.” Jeno shoves at his brother’s arm pulling away from him.

“So what do you want me to do about it huh?” Haechan rolls his eyes growing annoyed as well. It’s not like he forced Jeno to cover for him, it was a simple favor.

“You’d be out of the house right now if I hadn’t told dad that eighth he found was mine. You’re on your last straw with him, you know? I shouldn’t have to be covering for my older brother still.” Jeno shoves away from Haechan, eyeing his stupid prized car. Half a mind to drag a key across it just because.

“You act like I’ve never done anything for you nono..” Haechan’s brows furrow together, placing a hand across his chest. “I thought all those nights at camp with the bible thumper’s would have sweetened you up a little.”

“Fuck off, thanks to you I’m gonna be an altar boy for the rest of summer.” Jeno throws a punch out, lightly but enough to make his brother stumble back.

“Ah, you little shit. You want a PS5? Will that make you happy?” Haechan smirks throwing an arm around Jeno’s neck pulling him into a chokehold. “Will that make you finally respect your elder’s huh?”

“You’re only a year older than me you dick!” Jeno struggles pulling at Haechan’s arm. Pushing back into him until his brother’s dangling from his back laughing out loud.

“Are we..interrupting?..” Jeno’s head snaps up, hair fuzzy in a mess aggressively shaking around Haechan’s body. His brother’s boisterous cheerful laughs sounding out.

“You two fighting again?” Mark questions with a look of dismay. “To quote John 4:20- If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen.” Mark smiles to you, finishing with his finger held up.

“Someone say 4:20? I know that’s right!” Haechan shouts out falling off Jeno, reaching for another tossle through his hair. Jeno smacking his brother’s hands away from his head immediately.

“Ah, these two have so much maturing to do still.” Mark sighs placing hands on his hips. “My apologies for my cousin’s behavior.”

“It’s ok Mark, I’m not a tight ass.” You respond, eyes lingering over the two dusting themselves off in front of you. Haechan run’s a hand through his hair, the low light of sun down dancing across his features. Too distracted by his good looks to even notice another set of eyes taking you in.

“Who are you?” A deeper voice questions. Haechan’s eyes land on you finally, brow lifting up.

“Yea.. who are you?” He asks, slowly moving down your body with no shame. Lips pouting together with interest.

“Oh.. you invited me! I’m new, just moved here..” you stammer out, adjusting your weight side to side awkwardly.

“Oh right!” Haechan’s fingers snap together, face falling into a relaxed smile. “You took my advice I see.” He nods down your figure with a glint in his eye.

“Ah.. yea, I don’t really dress like that!-“ you start, cut off by the voice from earlier.

“You’re just inviting anyone to my alleged welcome back party now? People I don’t even know?” Your eyes drift over to the brooding boy in all black. Eyes widening taking in his striking features.

“Knew this was just an excuse for you to get high and fuck around.” Jeno mutters under his breath.

“Hah... right right. This is my little bro, Jeno.” Haechan slaps over Jeno’s chest, throwing a grin your way. “Now you know each other, simple right?” If Jeno’s eyes could kill, Haechan may just be dead right now.

“Ah kids please. John 3:18! let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.” Mark’s head shakes, rubbing over his temples.

“God Mark, you’re not even an entire year older than me.” Haechan’s eyes roll, Jeno sighing at his side in irritation.

“Whatever.” Jeno turns, dragging the cooler inside the back door. Mark following behind yelling out something about how ‘the Lord’s name shall not be used in vain.’

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“How are they brother’s? They don’t really look alike?” You lean against the wall near Mark, holding a red cup of water. Mark insisted you not touch the alcohol in God’s house.

“Different mom’s. I believe Pastor Lee’s punishment for his sin’s are those two. The bible says- Matthew 5:28 But I say, anyone who even looks at a woman with lust has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” Mark finishes, tapping your cup with his own.

“Mark, sorry if this is... uh..too personal? are you a virgin? I mean!.. it’s just that I am, and you remind me of myself.” You implore with curiosity, not to offend him.

“Unfortunately I am not..” Marks sighs, face dropping with shame. “First year of high school..” his shoulders drop, head shaking displeased. “..but wow that’s so wonderful about you, have you considered becoming a nun? We can always use more sisters in the clergy you know.”

“Jesus Mark, can we not talk about religion for one night?” Haechan interrupts, moving in on you both. “Why do you always have to be such a wet blanket? Let the poor girl enjoy her first party here. She’ll probably never want to hang out with us again.”

“That’s not true!” You perk up, maybe a little too excited to finally get some of Haechan’s attention. “I mean.. I’m having fun!” Haechan lazily looks you up and down again, eyes pausing into the cup you hold.

“That better be vodka..” you look into your half drunken water, stuttering out words. Haechan smirks, switching your cup with his shooting out a wink.

“You’re never going to have any fun in this town sober.. speaking of fun..” Haechan sighs in thought looking around the room. Only about 15 other people shown up so far, already an hour into the ‘festivities’. “..this is boring.”

“I’m having a pretty ok time.” Mark smiles between you and Haechan bouncing on his heels. You sniff at the liquid in your cup nervously, lightly taking a sip with a grimace. Haechan looks around, eyes lighting up landing on an empty bottle of alcohol.

“Spin the bottle anyone?” He smirks, brows wiggling as he waves around the bottle.

“How fucking old are we?” Jeno questions across the room. A small enough room to hear Haechan’s booming vocals.

“Who cares nono, let’s spice things up yea?” Haechan moves to the center of the room, kneeling down placing the bottle on the floor.

“..hate when you call me that..” Jeno mutters under his breath. Everyone moving in to gather around where Haechan has set up the ‘game’. Mark shrugs toward you, joining in the circle forming. You gaze into the remaining clear liquid in your cup, chewing at your lip. With a squeeze of your eyes, you swallow down the rest. Fiery burning sensations pass down your throat, landing in your stomach nasty.

“ugh..disgusting..” you whisper to yourself, joining Mark. Haechan settles down next to Jeno across from you.

“You first nono” Haechan leans into Jeno, whispering so only he can hear. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and land on that new girl you’ve been staring at all night.”

“Fuck off!” Jeno shoves his brother away, Haechan breaking out into laughter laying on the floor.

You nervously fidget, trying to keep your legs in place. Knee insisting on shaking under your hand. How long did alcohol usually take to have an effect? Was that even enough to get a buzz from? You internally discuss with yourself. Too deep in thought when Haechan howl’s out clapping his hands.

Your eyes follow his, landing on Jeno staring at you. You take in shallow breaths, vision falling to the bottle pointing directly at you. Wait! Who spun? Your mouth falls open ready to ask. The girl next to you shooting you a dirty look.

“You don’t have to do this..” Mark mumbles lowly. Haechan stands up clasping his hands together. Your eyes widen following his movements.

“To the confessionals!” He shouts out, encouraging everyone to get up. Jeno slowly stands, glancing at you before walking out of the room. You get up in a daze, Mark grabbing your shoulder before you follow the pack.

“I’m serious, if you don’t feel comfortable I can take you home. Haechan’s an idiot wanting to play this childish game.”

“It’s ok Mark” you slide his hand off, half smiling. “I can take care of myself.”

Mark sighs out shrugging his shoulders. He looks to the ceiling trailing behind you, mumbling to himself- or something.

“I warned her more than once.”

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“You know the rules right? 7 minutes in heaven” Haechan taps on the confessional door.

“Kinda ironic.” He giggles quietly, opening the rickety wooden door. “Ladies first?” Haechan bites on his lip with a sly smile your way.

Your heart pounds loudly, thrumming through your ears. Fearful it’s loud enough for all to hear in this old church. You take steps closer, heating up in excitement holding eye contact with him.

“Hey..” Haechan puts a hand on your arm stopping you at the door. He leans in closely, lips grazing over the shell of your ear. “My brother hasn’t gotten any in over a month. Make this worth his while alright?” He winks, nudging you into the small confessional. Your eyes widen, jaw dropping open with confusion. His brother?!? but-

Jeno stands before you at the entrance, huffing out irritated before ducking into the narrow booth. Haechan waves a hand behind his shoulder at you, door creaking shut.

Jeno looks at anything but you, pressing his body against the wall opposite where you stand. You swallow, licking over your drying lips. Palms gathering sweat, smoothing your hands over the fabric of your top. You take the time to get a good look at him. This whole family was insanely good looking. Your thoughts once again interrupted by Haechan’s loud voice passing through the netted design on the door.

“I don’t hear any lips smacking in there! Follow the rules or face the penalty kids!” He finishes with a hard tap against the booth. Jeno scowls, teeth grinding down, saying something to himself too quiet for your ears to decipher.

“What’s... the penalty?” you whisper as low as you can to Jeno. He finally looks at you, thick lashes blending with his eyes in the darkness of the booth. Jeno steps forward, hands gripping onto the wall behind you. He swoops down, face closing in right by yours.

“He can hear everything.. “ Jeno’s eyes drift to the side where the door stands. Indicating to you with whispered words that Haechan’s pressed up to it. You contemplate what to do, this was a kissing thing right? That’s what they did in the movies whenever scenes like this occurred. What would a kiss hurt, right?

“We...” you lift up on your toes, placing your lips near Jeno’s ear. “We need to kiss?” Jeno’s eyes find yours in the shadowy booth, spark of interest passing through. His lips purse together, mind spinning with thoughts.

“No.” Jeno mumbles lowly, scoffing quietly. He lifts a hand close to his mouth with hesitation, sighing before placing his lips along where his thumb meets his wrist. “Just follow my lead.”

“Six minutes!” Haechan’s voice booms around you. Jeno’s eyes look down, face wincing as he proceeds to...kiss his hand?! Low sounds of lips working over skin pass between you. Your own eyes focusing on how his mouth moves with curiosity. Maybe it was the vodka, maybe it was the heat rushing between your thighs, or maybe it was the thoughts in your mind suddenly desperate to be that hand.

As if your body was possessed by some force...in church? Of all places? You wrap around Jeno’s wrist, eyes fluttering open gazing into yours with question. You hesitate for a moment, lips pouting out.

“Quit sucking on your hand Jeno! I can see you!” Haechan knocks at the door, startling you to move in closing the small space between your bodies. Jeno’s eyes shift around, bouncing all over your face. His tongue pokes out licking over his dry lips, mouth opening to protests again.

“Kiss me” you hush out, eyes falling shut. Jeno mentally groans, nose pressing into your cheek. His lips smooth across your own, just faintly touching. It feels hot in the confessional, he feels hot. Broad chest pressing against yours as his mouth closes in on you. Lips softly placed on yours, he’s gentle. Too gentle, scared of crossing any lines. You can feel his resistance, sliding your hands up his built chest to Jeno’s neck. You shove your lips against his harder, pulling him into you.

Jeno let’s a soft moan break free, shoulders relaxing as he dives in for more. His lips aren’t the softest, only slightly chapped. They move against yours effortlessly, Jeno taking reign of the dominance. Tips of fingers trail along your neck, reaching into the back of your hair. His weight leans forward making your head tip back into the hands holding you. It should be awkward, but it feels comfortable, it feels natural with him. Sounds of lips gliding against each other as the spit passing between grows louder.

Your finger nails lightly scratch at the back of his neck, tongue slipping out. Jeno quickly accepts you between his lips, lapping into your mouth. Faintly past the sounds of your wet tongues tasting each other, Haechan’s voice calls out the remaining minutes.

Jeno sighs against your lips, parting slightly catching a breath. You pant lightly, sharing hot alcohol scented air between your lips.

“You don’t have to do this..” Jeno mumbles against you, spit moistening both of your mouths now. You inch up higher, arms wrapping around his neck fully. Lips crashing back into his, the warm feeling from alcohol in your belly coiling around. You felt the buzz, more off his lips than the substance. You can’t help but wonder if this feels as good for him as it does for you, sliding your tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Alright time’s up!” Haechan bursts through, mouth falling open. Your tongue slips past Jeno’s lips, ducking your face into your chest. Jeno’s hands fall off of you, fists clenching at his sides.

You rush out of the booth pushing past Haechan, hands held over your face trying to conceal your lips. You probably didn’t look much different, it was innocent. It was nice, just hot enough to form a wet spot in your panties.

“We’re even now.” Haechan moves up to Jeno with a wide grin.

“Even now?.. you think pressuring some girl into having no choice but to make out with me makes us even?” Jeno snaps out with a sneer. Haechan’s mouth droop’s, budging as Jeno pushes past him. Haechan swiftly following, grabbing onto his bicep.

“Some girl? I’m trying to get you laid!” He protests letting out a sound of dismay from the back of his throat. “You’re seriously too ungrateful nono.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m so sick of your antics. It should be you dealing with dad’s hard ass right now.” The veins along Jeno’s neck pulsate as he spits out each word. Anger coursing through out his limbs. How could Haechan seriously think a few awkward minutes would makeup for the last near two months? The months to come??

“You’re really going to drag this on huh?” Haechan shakes his head, watching everyone step back into the bible study room.

“Drag this on? I should tell dad those were your drugs. You don’t deserve my help.” Jeno shoves his brother’s hand off, stepping forward to follow his friends. Haechan grabs him again, turning until they face each other.

“You’re just gonna keep holding this over my head? Seriously?” Haechan’s lip twitches, shoving his younger brother away. “Fine, have it your way. I can be your worst enemy easily Jeno.”

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“You ok?” Mark’s brows raise with concern, seating back down on the carpeted floor with you. You nod rapidly, still shaky just from the faint memory of Jeno’s lips.

“It was fine, he’s nice!.. actually-“

“My turn!” Haechan shouts out, walking to the bottle left in the middle of the room.

“Ugh, must we continue this?” Mark questions with a cross of his arms. “Childish really.”

“Shut up Mark.” Haechan gives you a look. Lower lip loosely hung, if you knew what desire looked like- this had to come close. He spins the bottle aggressively, squatting near it watching as it turns. You hold your breath, stomach churning- mixture of nerves, alcohol, hopefulness. The bottle finally lands, pointed at the girl next to you, she bursts into a smile. Haechan pulls a face, nudging the bottle softly till it’s directed at you.

“Would you look at that! Twice in a row??..” he smirks, snapping fingers at Mark. “Call that God’s will!”

“Haechan!” Both Mark and Jeno yell out at the same time. Mark expressing a look of warning, Jeno expressing a similar look- much angrier, full of rage.

“You know what that means. Double time baby” Haechan stands up moving toward you with a hand held out. “It’s your lucky day. I’m gonna show you what heaven really feels like.” He pulls you up easily, the girl next to you mumbling ‘fucking bitch’ as you stand. The room feels like it’s spinning, you’d fall to your knees if not for his hold on you. He takes you down the short hall leading into the church again. Eyes focused on you as he walks backwards holding your hands.

“You’re so my type, you know..” Haechan pauses at the open confessional booth, pushing a strand of loose hair behind an ear. “Innocent, shy...ready to learn. You have that look..”

You gulp, letting him gently push you back into the booth, door closing behind him. He wastes no time cornering you against the wall, mouth hovering above yours. Your eyes grow big, admiring his features up close. Light hardly scattering between the small holes through the door. Haechan’s tongue swipes over his lips, rubbing them together. Shiny and pouty as he presses his forehead into yours.

“Heard you talking to Mark earlier.. you church girls are all the same.” Haechan murmurs lowly, eyes sultry taking you in. His hand lifts, finger tracing your cheekbone. “So sweet, ready to be defiled..” you lick over your own lips, knee’s buckling holding your weight up on the wall. His finger works across your skin, circling around your lips.

“Do you even touch yourself?” Haechan smiles, tugging your bottom lip open. His knee pressing into your thighs, working his leg between you. Your breathing picks up, spit falling past the corners of your lips. Haechan drags you bottom lip lower, tongue flicking out licking across your teeth.

“Bet you don’t..” he mumbles against your lips. Thigh pressing against your heated core. You squeeze around him, eyes twitching anxiously. Fabric between your legs growing uncomfortable covered in wetness.

Haechan grabs the back of your head, tongue shooting out swiping across your mouth. He’s not nice, or gentle, but he feels nice. He closes the gap between you finally, soft lips shoving into yours. He wastes no time shoving his tongue into your mouth. It’s messy right away, tongue licking around every corner of your mouth. He pulls at your hair gently tilting your head back. Widening his mouth over yours until he’s in complete control. His thigh jerks up between you, rubbing incessantly against your wet panties.

He pulls back, staring into your sluggish eyes. Haechan bites down on his lip, smacking his other hand on your hip.

“Ride me until you cum.” He teases against your lips. Your mouth hangs open, releasing whimpers. Everything feels hot, thigh thrusting at your core thick and firm.

“Ugh...I don’t...I don’t know how..” your eyes squeeze in embarrassment. Haechan’s lips form into a cocky smile. His own arousal growing, groaning to himself.

“I could do so much with you..” he pecks at your lips. Hands grabbing your hips, moving you up and down his thigh. Haechan laps at your chin, tongue lazily stroking over your mouth. He quickens the pace, thigh bouncing between you faster. Friction from his jeans burning into your core. Stimulating the same spot over and over again.

Your mouth hangs open, letting him do whatever he wants. Feeling too foggy, too turned on, too good. His fingers dig into your hips roughly, groaning against your lips. Your eyes rolling back, back tensing up arching into him. Tones of white and black clouding your vision. Your lips pursing together tightly to not shout out. The cotton between your thighs soaking in your wetness as you cum against his thigh.

“Fuck..” Haechan’s forehead rolls over yours. He bites his lower lip, impressed with how soaked up you’ve managed to leave his jeans. He lifts you off his thigh, pushing you against the wall. Shoving his nose into yours, Haechan’s fingers slide over your soaked panties. Two skimming up and down the slit.

“I want you to go home after this, and touch yourself.” He fingers dip in, shoving the fabric into your entrance. Your core convulsing in excitement, fear, who knows. He holds your hand, lifting them between your mouths. Spit slicked lips gliding across your finger tips.

“God gave you these fingers for a reason.”

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“I’m taking you home. Now. I believe that is enough for one night.” Mark drags you out through the back door as soon as you and Haechan return. You smile dumbly, throwing a wave at Haechan. He grins to himself, adjusting his hardening dick wondering who he can end up in tonight now.

“What the fuck is wrong with you??” Jeno grips at Haechan’s collar slamming him into the hallway wall. Haechan’s lip curls up pleased, hands ripping Jeno off. He smooths his jacket, shoulders rolling back.

“I saw her first. I invited her didn’t I?” Haechan lifts his brow with a snarky tone. Jeno’s jaw clenches, hand twitching at his side trying to control himself.

“Leave her alone.” Jeno’s eyes glare into his brother hard enough to burn holes. Haechan could not be bothered.

“That’s just not gonna happen nono..” he pats Jeno’s cheek, turning on his heel. “She’s just some girl anyway, right?”

a/n: the plot thickens👀

Part 2–>

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Will PM you guys cause your blogs dont come up🙁

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