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Is It Casual? || FWB!H ||

prompt: it's casual, right? but god, it really doesn't feel that way

word count: 6k

warnings: subspace, lack of aftercare, angst, lack of communication

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The bar was clearing out, trivia night had come to a conclusion, and everything was winding down.

The big chalkboard in the corner still displayed the final scores, a lopsided tally where “Team Niall” had tragically lost by two points.

It was Tuesday night and everyone had work the next day which meant that there was a rush through the door and left them as the last ones to filter out because they always tended to lollygag even though most of them had early mornings.

The group of friends were all saying their goodbyes.

YN stood with Georgia near the AC vent, arm linked through hers for warmth because the cold blast from above made her huddle in closer.

Hailee and Jessa were a few feet away, still laughing about the last round of questions, and how the boys were such sore losers at every turn.

Someone always tended to leave Trivia night with their feelings hurt.

Niall, Harry, and Mitch were all arguing about the question that had them lose the game.

“Why the fuck would you say Delaware?” Harry scolds as he runs his hand through his hair, a scowl that was saved for Niall and Niall alone, “It's not even a fucking city. It's a state.”

“I got confused! Delaware is the smallest state!” Niall defends putting his hands up, pinks cheek from the beer he's had.

“No, it's really fucking not. It's Rhode Island!” Harry shouts back at him with exasperation, hands thrown up in annoyance, “Come on!”

“You're off the team,” Mitch adds in, monotone and bored as he tugged his keys out from his jean pocket - slowly but obviously trying to see himself out of the argument.

“That's bullshit! We're literally named Team Niall,” He argues with wide disbelieving eyes.

“It's not hard to change the name,” Harry adds in, agreeing with Mitch, and an annoyed roll of his eyes because even though the two have been friends since diapers - they fought more than middle school girls and made up just as quickly.

“Okay, well we work tomorrow morning and have seen enough of this cat fight,” Hailee announces as she wraps her hand around Mitch’s wrist, guiding her boyfriend towards the door.

Jessa trailed behind, waving goodnight to everyone with an amused smile tugging at her lips.

Niall is mumbling about unfair treatment as they all start heading towards the door.

“You did good,” Harry manages to slip next to YN, bumping her hip and then glancing over at Georgia, “You too. I didn't know about Montana's state flower.”

“Better do some studying before next Tuesday,” Georgia quips as she throws her arm around YN, who just laughs softly.

“You did a good job too, Harry,” YN compliments as she leads Georgia towards where they parked next to each other.

“Thanks,” He replies with a slight smile, he pauses as he realizes his car is next to Niall’s on the other side of the lot, “I'll see you guys next Tuesday, yeah?”

“Yeah,” YN said, both she and Georgia giving a small wave as he headed off.

“You two should totally date,” Georgia says as soon as Harry is out of earshot, glancing back quickly to double check, “You'd be so cute together.”

YN shakes her head with an annoyed scowl towards her friend, “We both just got out of long-term relationships. I don't think that would be a good idea.”

Georgia made a dismissive sound, clicking her tongue, “Harry’s been broken up with Lauren for, what, four months? You and Ben ended things at least three ago.”

YN bit the inside of her cheek, the familiar tightness crawling up her chest, “You literally just think we should date because we’re both single.”

“And you guys would look hot together,” Georgia doesn't disagree with her accusation, “I mean…look at him. He's insanely fit. He carried four drinks with one hand!”

YN had noticed.

She wasn’t blind.

She remembered the way his hand had dwarfed the copper mug as he slid the Moscow Mule in front of her before passing out three other beer bottles.

And the size of his hands… yeah, she noticed that too.

“No, I'm not looking for a relationship and I doubt he is either,” YN reiterates as they get to their cars, “He's nice but I'm not ready to commit again.”

Georgia scoffed, pressing the button on her key fob - her car chirped and blinked to life, “Who said anything about commitment? I said a date, not a full ass wedding.”

“Goodnight, George,” YN sighed, her tone exasperated but affectionate, she unlocked her own car with a quiet beep,“I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Georgia groaned, slumping dramatically with a frown coating her features, “I’ve got that god-awful presentation. You better pretend to care.”

“Always do,” YN said with a laugh as she slipped into the driver’s seat, glad the conversation had moved on.

Her head was already too full, her thoughts spiraling the moment Harry came up.

Ben.

Just the name made her temples throb, an implosion that she was trying to avoid because it made her head hurt at least once a day, sometimes more if she thought about him for too long.

It's been three months and it's been amazing to be out of a relationship with an immature man child who got insecure when she went to trivia night so he always tagged along, needed to be included when he hated trivia and rarely ever answered correctly.

So yeah, it had been a relief.

Being single was better than babysitting a grown man’s ego.

Georgia blew her a kiss before backing out of the parking spot with a little screech of tires.

YN gave her the middle finger with a smirk before starting her own engine.

It seems like every week now she was bringing it up, trying to play matchmaker for two people who were healing from heartbreaks.

YN only knows a little about the break-up.

Lauren rarely came to trivia.

When she did, she looked like she’d rather be anywhere else.

YN knew that Harry had ended it, even though it was hard—he’d said once, in a rare vulnerable moment, that he wanted someone he could build a life with.

Lauren didn’t want that.

She hadn’t gone easily either.

She’d shown up at trivia twice post-breakup, trying to win him back.

Each time, the group acted like they weren’t watching as Harry gently pulled her aside, voice low and kind, guiding her to the other side of the bar before walking her out to her car.

Ben had shown up a few times too, clumsy and bitter, trying to stake some kind of claim.

That hadn’t ended as well as with Lauren.

It didn’t end quietly because Niall and Mitch had to guide him out of the bar while Harry stood between them to make sure that Ben didn’t approach her again - acting as her makeshift bodyguard.

So now Georgia was rooting for two broken people to get together—not necessarily out of romance, but maybe just because the group missed their spark.

Missed the way YN used to laugh, the way Harry used to be sharper, quicker.

+ few minutes later +

“Hips up, come on. You’ve been teasing all night,” Harry grunts, voice low and rough the moment the backseat door thuds closed behind them.

There’s no hesitation—he’s already on her.

His hands at the waist of her skirt, fumbling big hands trying to find the zipper as he bullies her further into the space until her back hits the opposite door.

YN has to remind herself that she's just romanticizing this whole situation because it's her first time having a sexual relationship with someone she's not dating.

She convinces herself the excitement is what makes their chemistry so magnetic and nothing else but she knows she never felt like this with Ben or any other partner.

“Wasn't teasing,” YN manages to get out but she was already breathless, eager in a way she's never been with sex, her thighs dampening was a new sensation.

“No?” His tone is almost mocking, but laced with something darker—something feral, his fingers finally land on the zipper at her side, tugging it slowly down with infuriating precision, “Then your cunt isn’t needy? Am I reading the signs wrong?”

Her breath hitches.

God, she should be annoyed.

She should be offended.

But the filth coming from his mouth only fuels the heat already pooling low in her belly.

The way he says it—so confident, so cocky lights her up in a way she didn’t know words could.

“What signs?” YN pushes back because their back and forth only build up her arousal even further, searching for more dirty words out of his mouth.

Harry leans in, his mouth a breath away from her ear.

His words send a full-body shiver down her spine.

“The way you watched my mouth all night,” Harry murmurs, voice thick and gravelly.

His fingers press insistently into the soft, plush flesh just above the waistband of her tight skirt, “Saw you clench your thighs when I took off my coat.”

“You’re full of yourself,” YN manages, but the protest comes out barely above a whisper.

Her fingers curl into the fabric of his jacketat his shoulder, grounding herself in him because it still doesn't feel real—being able to touch him like this, have him this close.

There’s something that happens when she’s with Harry—this overwhelming impatience, a hunger that feels heavier, more intense than lust.

Like if she doesn’t get his hands on her, in her, she might actually combust.

“So you didn't want this? Haven't been looking forward to Trivia night for this?” Harry has this cocky smile on his face, his fingers haven't move at all from her waist and it was making her tick.

“Didn’t cross my mind once,” YN bites out, teeth clenched, her toes curling inside her boots, heels digging into the expensive leather of the car seat.

Her body is aching to be touched—every inch of her buzzing with restless need but she’s trying to keep control of the dynamic.

Barely.

Harry narrows his eyes slightly, amusement and heat flickering behind them as he begins to pull back.

The shift is subtle, but she feels the loss instantly—his weight, his warmth.

And that just won’t do.

Before he can move another inch, her other hand snaps up to grab at his jacket, fisting the fabric roughly and yanking him back toward her.

Their lips collide in a kiss so heated it steals the breath from her lungs.

His hand flies up to cup the side of her face, fingers splayed against her cheek and jaw, holding her in place like he’s claiming her.

The way he kisses her—hungry and messy and unrelenting, it feels like he’s trying to devour her, like he earned her mouth, like he owns it.

“Admit it,” Harry’s mouth is still against hers, barely separating to speak before he's dipping his tongue back into her mouth like he can't help himself.

“No,” YN chases after his tongue as he pulls back, trying to follow his lips because they were addictive and she wanted more.

Harry doesn’t let her take.

He sits back just enough, his body still caging her in, but now his eyes are on fire.

That same molten look she’s only ever seen when he’s like this—turned on and completely focused.

“Why are you being difficult, honey?” Harry hums as he moves to cup her knees where they're bent around him, ghosting down her right, and dancing along the hem of her skirt, “I know what you want. Don't need to be ashamed of it.”

YN feels a swoop on her stomach, the way he spoke never managed to not get her even more turned on for him, and the whole dynamic of feeling this aroused and playful was new.

“Then give it to me,” YN huffs out as she hitches her hips impatiently, blinking down at him - she couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

He reaches up and captures one of her wrists, the same one curled tight into his jacket.

Gently but deliberately, he pries it free and guides it downward.

With his other hand, he hikes her skirt up, bunching the fabric at her hips until she’s fully exposed, her thighs spread, her breath trembling in her throat.

Then he moves her hand between her legs.

It takes her breath away—literally.

Her gasp cuts sharply through the close air of the backseat, a startled, needy sound as her own fingertips brush the soaked heat of her thong.

Harry doesn’t look away from her, not for a second.

She can’t help the shudder that racks through her when her fingers press more firmly to her clit.

It’s not the same as when it’s his hands on her, his mouth.

But it still eases the throbbing, even if just a little.

“Feel nice, sweet girl?” Harry nearly croons, it sounds fonder than it should for what they're doing, what they are, and aren't to each other, “You're filthy, touching yourself like this in front of me.”

There’s something unbearably hot about the way he guides her, how he’s using her fingers to pleasure herself the way he wants.

She opens her mouth to throw the insult back at him, to call him filthy, but all that escapes is a whimper as he withdraws her hand suddenly.

He holds it between them, his grip gentle but commanding.

Her slick glistens on her fingertips under the dim lights filtering through the foggy windows.

“Not wet for me?” Harry asks, cocking a brow with mock innocence.

“No,” she replies with a bratty edge, her chin lifting in defiance.

She’s proud of the attitude—but it doesn’t last long.

Because without missing a beat, Harry brings her hand up to her face, rubbing her soaked fingertips across her lips until her own arousal glosses them.

He doesn’t stop there.

Harry leans in and presses his mouth to hers again, tongue sweeping over the same place he’d just marked with her slick.

It’s possessive, greedy.

He licks into her mouth like he’s starving, and the kiss nearly sends her reeling.

“Please, I was wet for you all night,” YN finally gives in, “Was thinking about this.”

There’s no point in pretending anymore.

She knows how patient he can be.

Harry doesn’t rush.

He waits, teases, stretches her thin until she’s begging—and she always breaks first.

“About what? Getting your needy cunt touched?” Harry laughs meanly , albeit pleased that she relented because then he can really start being a menace, “Do you think about it all week? Do you think about me all week?”

She should say no.

She should lie.

Because she does think about him, not just the sex.

His laugh, his stupid jokes, the way he looks when he’s concentrating on a trivia question.

But she doesn’t tell him that.

She can’t.

“I want to come,” YN says instead because it seems safer than telling him the truth, she bucks her hips upwards towards his center but doesn't make contact.

“And I want you to behave,” Harry grunts with annoyance in his tone, hands coming to press her hips back down with a harshness that she hadn't had from previous partners.

She loved it.

She lets out a soft moan at the contact, even as frustration builds.

She wishes they weren’t crammed into the backseat of his car.

Wishes she could be stretched out on his bed, bare and unhurried, with his full weight pressing her into the mattress.

“I’ll be good,” YN says, her voice gone kitten-soft and breathy.

It surprises even her, the way it sounds—submissive and sweet.

Not like her at all.

“Show me what I want to see then. Be a good girl,” Harry sits back, his eyes tracing over her body, and resting down on the thick of her thigh - squeezing.

YN briefly wonders if this is how Harry had been with Lauren - dominant but attentive, and that's a twist of jealousy in her stomach that she'd rather not consider right now.

The skirt is already bunched at her waist, fabric wrinkled and forgotten.

Her hand trembles slightly as she dips back down to her center, hooking the gusset of her thong around her fingers and tugging it aside.

It was nerve-wracking to expose the most private part of herself to the man she was crushing on so deeply, had been for so long, and even though he's seen her like this before - it still hadn't become any less intimidating.

“Fuck,” Harry curses when she does so, his hand coming down to almost curiously roll her swollen, hard bud until his thumb, “So puffy f’me. Never seen a prettier pussy.”

And it's probably just a line, he has said those words to the girls that came before her but it still boosted her ego quite a bit.

Emboldened, YN arches her hips into his touch, a pretty moan slipping out as her head tilts back, exposing the soft, pale column of her throat.

“Desperate for my touch, huh?” Harry rasps, ghosting down to tease around her entrance, not dipping in but gathering the wetness there.

“If you don't make me come soon, i'll go back in that bar and get Will,” YN threans with her own smile because she knew he wouldn't like that, “He would get me off.”

Will was one of the DJ’s who ran trivia and he had taken quite a liking to YN, had made it known, and had asked her out a few times.

Harry didn't outwardly admit jealousy but would make snarky comments about how pathetic Will was, how annoying he was, and how he just needed to do his job.

His expression hardens instantly, brows furrowing, top lip curling.

“You think Will could get you off?” He snaps, glancing up from where his fingers still hover just shy of her cunt, “That fucker doesn’t even know where the clit is. You’d be getting licked out until next year.”

“It’d still be quicker than how long it takes you to get me off,” YN shoots back, chin tilted.

Her pulse is thundering in her ears—because she’s poking the bear, and she knows it.

Harry’s easy to rile when it comes to showing off.

He never backs down when his pride is challenged.

His jaw ticks once, eyes narrowing.

Then, in a flash, he's had enough.

“Stop fuckin’ running your mouth,” Harry hisses finally hitting his breaking point, it was impressive because he rarely got to that point this quickly.

Before she can fire off another comeback, Harry grips her hips and yanks her down the seat, until she’s lying flat, skirt bunched at her waist, legs parted.

The leather squeaks under her, echoing in the silence of the car.

His hands grips her ass, firm and rough, pulling her pelvis up until she arches toward him—and then he’s there, his mouth crashing onto her with no warning.

YN cries out as his lips close around her clit, tugging it into his mouth with punishing accuracy.

Her body jolts, trying to flinch back from the intense pressure, but his grip tightens—keeping her locked in place and leaving her no room to wriggle away.

Harry’s nose nudges against her mound, his lips and tongue relentless, like a man feral.

He barely comes up for air, working her over with deep, rhythmic licks and suction that feel like they’re pulling the pleasure straight from the source.

YN reaches down to grab at him, fingers tangled in his curls as she pushes into his mouth before trying to shy away.

He moves one hand from her ass, thumbing over her seam before he's nudging two fingers in until he can pet at the front of her inner walls, scissoring them to make her feel the light, welcome stretch.

“Ye-yeah,” YN can only gasp as the stimulation grows more quickly than she's used to, his fingers and mouth are so knowledgeable , know exactly what their doing, “Oh, I'm clo-close, H.”

His eyes flick up to her, barely visible from this angle, but the glint in them is unmistakable—dark, electric.

His mouth never lets up, tongue lapping at her, lips sealing around her clit again in a rhythm that has her thighs trembling.

His fingers pump into her at a steady, sure pace, and he knows she’s right at the edge.

And then he stops.

Just like that.

He lets her drop back to the leather seat, slick and desperate, the cool air hitting her exposed skin.

She blinks in disbelief, mouth open in shock, hips twitching in search of the sensation that vanished too fast, and watches as he rubs his face against the calf that was hooked over his shoulder.

Harry’s the filthy one, really, because he runs his tongue over where he'd just wiped off her arousal without any shame.

“No, no,” YN complains desperately, she had been so fucking close, tryin to hold it at that delicious almost there bliss for as long as possible and it was starting to fizzle, “No, I didn't come- Harry, I didn't-”

Harry comes to cup her jaw, effectively shutting her up with a thumb pressed roughly against her lip.

“If only our friends knew what a mouthy, greedy lil’ thing you are,” Harry admonishes as he tugs down her bottom lip, his nose nearly brushing hers, “I know you didn’t come, silly girl. I didn’t want you to.”

“But why?” YN snaps at him, the sensitivity was continuing to fizzle out like a sparkler come to the end of it’s life, and it left this unsettled, uncomfortable ache that she was never used to feeling because if a partner was getting her that close - she didn’t have the luxury to edge or she wouldn’t get it back then she just wouldn’t come that time when they had sex.

Harry doesn’t answer with words at first.

His hand drops sharply to her inner thigh, a slap of dominance that makes her yelp—not from pain exactly, but the sting of surprise, of being handled like that.

“Because I said so,” Harry retorts lowly, teeth clenched as his brow draw further together, “I don’t think you’ve earned it. Not sweet ‘nough for me yet.”

“I’m sweet, I’m sweet,” YN knows she sounds like a begging puppy but he was the only person who brought of this desperation in her, this unhinged beahvior where she had no shame because she wanted him so much more than she wanted to keep her dignity.

Harry’s face softens—just a little.

His gaze travels over her flushed face, her trembling body, her wide, needy eyes.

Something fond flickers in his expression, just for a beat, and it makes her chest ache.

“Are you?” He murmurs, voice gone almost gentle in contrast. “How are you gonna show me?”

YN nudges forward to steal a kiss, relieved when he allows it but only for a moment before he’s biting down on her lip as punishment.

Her hand comes down to his center, gripping at him through the tight denim of his jeans, and it made her confidence skyrocket when she felt how rock hard he was for her, twitching underneath her palm at the unexpected touch.

“I’ll suck you,” YN tells him, it’s nowhere near the filth that he spills out but it still felt so foreign rolling off of her tongue, “Please, I want you in my mouth.”

“You’re already getting sweeter,” Harry croons as he bats her hand away, moving to unbutton his jeans, and shove them as well as his briefs down his thighs - he was intimidating, the size - the length and girth of him was enough to stretch the corner of her lips and make them ache, she remembers how it felt last week when she had swallowed him down and made her eyes water.

They’d only been doing this for a few weeks, with a break in between during the holidays when there was no trivia, and she still wasn’t use to handle someone as well endowed as him, her eyes had gone wide the first time she’d seen how pretty he was and he had given her this sleazy, proud smile at the time.

Harry wraps a hand around the base of his cock, thumb brushing the slick head.

Her breath hitches.

She’d promised herself she wouldn’t ask.

That she’d wait for him to initiate.

But they hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, sure they’d only hooked up in his car a total of three times now but it hadn’t come up, he hadn’t mentioned even one word of it yet, and she realizes just how much she has been craving him, having him fill her up in a way she’d never felt before.

“C’mon, darling. You’re been so good for me now,” Harry hums as he thumbs over the ruddy, wet tip, it was welcoming, tempting.

“No, I -” YN cuts off because she wants to stop herself, she told herself she wouldn’t, “Want you to fuck me.”

Harry’s eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline, his composed facial expression fades momentarily with the surprise of her words, and his hand stops on his length, “Fuck you?”

“Yes,” YN tries to sound sure of herself but it’s faltering, because she’s not.

“And you’ve earned that?” Harry prompts, his cool demeanor right back in place, the shock disappearing just as fast as it had happened, “Or are you being selfish and trying to get out of sucking cock now that you’ve gotten your own?”

YN’s brow furrow, “I didn’t come though.”

Harry snickers, boyishly because he’s getting off of this, “I forgot, your mouthiness has me distracted.”

And looking back, YN thinks this is what people talk about when they use the term subspace.

She’s never felt like this—never felt safe enough to let go.

Because she’d never experienced it before this point but something in her just breaks, she feels floaty and unashamed - there’s no insecurity, no worries about how desperate she’s acting because all she can thinking about is Harry.

It’s an arousal that clouds anything logical and it feels like she’s in the clouds, drifting and weightless, and that’s she’s fully relying on him to take control.

Tears prickle in the corners of her eyes, not from sadness, but from sheer overwhelm.

“Want it,” she whispers, voice cracking, “Please. I’ll s—”

“Whoa, whoa,” Harry hushes softly, his tone is more like his normal cadence and not that deep, horny rasp that he gets, “Honey, are you alright?”

YN swallows, her fingers dug into his arms, “Just want t’come.”

Harry laughs quietly, it’s one of the nicest sounds that she’s ever heard, and right now it seems like the most beautiful music to her ears.

“Okay, pretty,” Harry simpers, his demeanor shifts into something more careful, more cautious as he helps pull her up, “Not many ways to do it comfortably in here.”

Invite me back, please.

Is her needy thought, she wants to be spread out on his bed.

But his next words shut down that hope.

“Will you ride me?”

It’s not really a question.

He’s already guiding her, and she follows without fussing.

She doesn’t have time to mourn—he’s sitting back, pulling her into his lap, and her thighs bracket his hips as she lowers down, the thick, flushed head of him brushing against her folds.

The sight of it is obscene.

She wishes she could take a picture, frame it, live inside this moment where he’s so hard and she’s so desperate, spread open and slick with need.

YN’s impatient, she’s never felt so needy in her life, and she couldn’t believe they were actually about to have sex because even when she was with Ben - she fantasized about this more than she’d ever willingly admit to anyone, especially him.

YN goes to grip at him, to guide him but he bumps her out of the way to do it himself, his other hand comes up to cup her cheek, “Tell me what you want.”

“You, want you,” YN babbles, willing to say just about anything if that means that he’ll stop drawing this out.

Harry shakes his head, his expression suddenly serious, and voice more firm, “No, YN. What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me, I want you to fuck me - oh,” YN cuts out with a high-pitched moan because he’s painting himself down towards to press into her folds, thumping against her clit once before he’s tucking himself inside, and once his tip has breached his hands move to her hips to start moving her to sit down on him.

And it stretches, more intense than it’s ever felt with her partners in the past but it wasn’t painful, it was just a new sensation of accommodating, and he was bringing her down slowly, pushing her skirt higher up so he could grip her bare hips.

“Jesus,” Harry grunts out, it’s louder than he’s been since they had piled into his car, startling in the otherwise quiet space apart from their heavy breathing.

YN’s eyes widen, glancing up at him, and she’s knows she must just be moony-eyed, looking at him like he was the best thing in the world, her hair was falling into her eyes, startening to dampen as it got hotter, more humid in the confined area.

Harry lets out a low chuckle, his hand come to pet the hair back and behind her eye, voice hushed and sweet as maple syrup, “I’m sorry, sorry honey, didn’t mean to startle you. You just feel so good.”

“Yeah?” YN blinks at him, it was hard to keep anything straight but he was filling her up so fucking well that she didn’t feel like she was about to rip at the seams anymore.

Harry laughs again, happy and private as he bumps his forehead against hers, “Yeah.”

YN doesn’t do much of the work, her limbs are jello and the way Harry utilizes his grip on her hips has him doing the heavy lifting, hitting her spot dead on every single time, and his rhytmn isn’t fast but it’s steady, consistent, and hard.

There’s tears trickling down her cheeks as her orgasm starts to build again, faster than expected, and she actually feels a swoop of disappointment because it she doesn’t want it to be over when it feels like it really just began.

Her clit brushes up against his pubic bone, smearing her slick there as it gives her the perfect friction, and her fingertips are digging into the skin of his clothed shoulder because he was still fully dressed and that didn’t feel quite right but it was too late now.

“Can feel you squeezin’ on me,” Harry hums as he brings her down and sits her there, stops her hips from moving as he plants his feet and starts to thrust up into her, “Are you close, sweetheart? Do you need help?”

YN shakes her head, sniffling slightly as she rolls her hips into his thrusts, “Don’t wan’na.”

Harry doesn’t stop all together but he slows his rhythm, “Don’t want to what, honey? Talk to me.”

“Don’t want to come, don’t want it to be over,” YN admits as she blinks through the film at him and the look he has on his face, well it’s one that she’s never seen before but her brain isn’t in the place to be able to decipher that right now.

“I’ll give you another,” Harry promises, his hands slipping down to grip her bum and pull her even fruther into his lap until their chests are pressing together, tilting his head up to bite at the underside of her jaw, “I’ve earned a squeeze though, haven’t I? Get me wet, darling.”  And YN wishes those words didn’t get to her as easily as they did but it works, her hilts jittling to a stop as she grinds harshly into him, head falling backwards, and he starts sucking a mark right at the center of her throat that she can’t even start to be mad about.

“You’re so pretty, never seen anything prettier on my cock,” Harry groans as he picks up his thrusts, she was sensitive, it didn’t feel as pleasant but she still wanted it, wanted to feel how much he wanted her, and he was throbbing, “Fuck, where do you -”

“In me,” YN’s hand cups the nape of his neck, it felt like there was no other thoughts in her mind.

“Fuckin’ christ,” Harry responds as he squeezes her backside hard enough that she feels pinpricks of pain, knowing it was going to leave marks, and being happy about that, a memento from the best sex of her life, “How’d I get so lucky to get you on me?”

YN doesn’t have time to respond, wasn’t going to anyways when she feels him start to pulse, twitch as he starts to come, his hips slowing to a sluggish pace as he starts to come down from it, panting as sweat beads on his forehead - it was hot, sticky in the car now after all the physical activity.

Harry moves quicker than she can keep up with, plopping her back onto the seat and pinning her against the door as he wedges himself between her thighs.

It’s filthy, it’s something she’s never had anyone do but he swipes at her entrance, tasting himself before he’s wrapping his lips around her bud, and starting that tortuous pulsing that he’d done prior, only this time it doesn’t take more than a minute because she’s already hypersensitive from the first orgasm and he doesn’t tease.

No, instead he rides her through it, chasing after her like a starving man when she rears her hips away, and whines after she’s rode it out, “Too much.”

She was still floating, still teary as Harry wipes her up with a clean gym towel he had in his duffel, hands her an unopened bottle water before helping hero ut of the backseat, and walking her towards her car with a hand on her lower back.

He gives her a hug that seems far to platonic for what they just did, things suddenly awkward like they have been after every single time they’ve done this, and then he’s opening her car door and waving ‘bye’ before he’s heading back to his own.

YN doesn’t know why she starts crying as soon as she pulls out of the lot, why she has to park on a side road because her brain isn’t cooperating, and the pit of emptiness in her chest that wasn’t there prior was now gnawing away at her.

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fishnapple · 6 months ago

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How they comfort you, their love languages

(Future spouse/partner/lover)

This is a mini reading about the things that your partner/spouse would do or say to comfort you.

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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Book a reading with me - KO-FI (→ personal reading)

CUBE 1

"Our life together is the most important thing"

"You're alive, I'm alive and that's good"

Tickle

Clumsy jokes that make your belly hurt

"Let's go to the beach"

"Whatever you do, I'm right beside you"

"Don't worry"

"Don't be afraid to fall, I will catch you"

"I'm your biggest fan"

Silent understanding

Scary movies that make you jump into their arms

Passionate, emotional sex

The warmth of their body

Holding you in the dark

Holding your hands whenever you go out together

Warm breads and fresh flowers

Board games

Forehead kiss

"Let's run away"

"I will find you again even when you've become a star on the heavenly sky"

CUBE 2

Surprise gifts, this person could spoil you a lot with material gifts

"I will get it for you"

They would do many things to make your life easier without you knowing: take care of your routines, pack your lunch, iron your clothes, etc

Change the colour of the curtains and bed sheets to cheer you up,

Date nights

Take you to see the sunset, to somewhere dark and windy, surrounded by nature

"No problem "

"Let's me take care of it"

They comfort you in your dreams

Intuitively guess your thoughts

Whisper loving words when you are in public places

Be with you through every social events

"My greatest achievement is to be their partner"

Boast about you everywhere they go

"I command you to love me", then proceed to massage your feet

Holding you silently while you spill out your darkest secrets

Direct in displaying their desire for you

CUBE 3

Act all tough and intimidating with other people but become a mushy romantic when they're with you, especially in private

Never fail to notice and compliment your effort at taking care and beautifying yourself

Getting heart eyes both when seeing you in leisurewear and in glamorous clothes

Try to sing for you even if they hate singing or not good at it

Love poems

When they find it hard to express their feelings through words, they express through material gifts and sensory pleasures instead

Just buying you stuffs and pretend to not know about it or act oblivious and nonchalant

Wrap you in softest blanket

"Let's go into the bathtub together"

Drying your hair

Take lots of pictures, of you alone, of you guys together, of your memories

"You're my best friend, let's me be your best friend"

"I love you "

CUBE 4

"I've loved you before and I will love you again"

"See you in our next life together "

Appear right when you need them

Act more confident and tough

The heat of their body

Pull you into them

"Lean on me"

Witty jokes

Irrelevant stories to distract you from whatever negative feelings you're having

Hand holding

Lots of notes

Phone calls throughout the day

Try to talk in the softest voice when they're with you

"Let's play video game"

"Let's me draw your silly face"

"Let's take a day off and go to where nobody knows us"

The meadows, the sea, the mountains

Take your pleasure as their top priority

Love making

"I'm afraid that this is all a dream, but as I go to sleep and wake up everyday, you're still there"

"Your pain is my pain "

Warn anyone dares to come in between you two

CUBE 5

"Nothing can stand between us"

"We can go anywhere we want"

"I believe in us"

"Hey, teach me how to do this"

Make plan for both of you

"Let's me read Tarot for you"

Always on time

Keep their promises, from smallest one to biggest one

Cakes and sweets

Warmth food

Hype you up

Eager to hear you talk

Patience

Try to be silly just to cheer you up even though they seem to be a pretty serious person

Laughter

Refer to you as "my love" when talking with other people

PDA

"I think I'd done good deeds in my past lives, that's why I met you"

Looking deep into your eyes

"I believe this relationship has changed us for the better"

Ride of die

"Till death do us apart "

CUBE 6

"You were alone, but now you have me"

Act childish and cute to get your attention

Also love it when you do the same to them

"Let's get married "/ "Let's get married every year"

Tell you about their childhood nightmares and how embarrassing they were

"I was told to wait for you when I was a kid"

Has no shame in acting embarrassing or silly just to make you laugh, even in public

"Do you want to date me" (even when you guys have been married for a long time)

Handmade gifts

Corny pickup lines

Genius at solving problems

Try to get you to debate about odd topics

Looking intimidating and professional in public but don't care about people's opinions, especially about you and your relationship

Will defend you in any conflicts

Take your side unconditionally

Willing to share everything with you

Honesty

Think of a new way to affirm their love everyday

"We make a great team"

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year ago

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✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙩2 ✿

characters: penacony men x gn!reader

warnings: fluff, slight angst, poor attempt at comedy, slight spoilers for some character story and 2.2 penacony quest, injury and blood mention

notes: another popular demand! this time with more cat bois!!! part 1 can be found here! tho this can be read as its own part too. genshin boys ver is here!

art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!

you just can’t keep yourself away from taking in random strays that are an absolute shit to you huh, [name]?

his breed? orange. that’s it, that’s the breed, what more do you want me to say? jk but he’s still orange. american shorthair orange me thinks. friendly, adaptable, easygoing, playful, good with children and other pets — a perfect american shorthair orange

you first found the poor thing at the streets, hiding under a vehicle, too scared to come out or any approaching humans. sweet cat had a broken limb, holding the dangling paw to his chest as he pathetically meowed

thankfully, you managed to scoop the orange cat up into your arms, wrapped up in your coat before rushing him to the nearest vet

since then, nyanturine has made his progress to be your next addition to an ever growing collection of cats

a strangely crow like cat. nyanturine likes shiny, expensive things. shiny rocks? his. shiny clothes? his. material that glitters? his. expensive earrings and diamonds? his. expensive jewelries? his. everything shiny and expensive that the orange cat lays his eyes upon is his now. pretty please, [name] buy him that earring for him to play with?

out of every cats at home — you sure your home isn’t a daycare for cats? — nyanturine gets along the most with dr.nyatio and occasionally with nyelt. the orange and brown cats can be found chatting away, peacefully settled on the windowsill

not so surprisingly, nyanturine is chatty as every orange cats are, except he needs to get used to the human first before turning into a yapper. with you, it only took a week spent in your arms for nyanturine to get used to your presence

just sit him beside you on the table behind his own mini computer with one of his favorite shiny earrings laid before him while you do your work on your own computer and nyanturine will be chatting your ear off in a storm. though, his yapping sometimes tends to irritate the other cats. dr.nyatio being one of them as you watched the bigger cat jump into the table before smacking nyanturine over the head with his paw

you were pretty sure you witnessed an attempted homicide between cats that day…

surprisingly, nyanturine also likes games! card games, poker, monopoly, uno. don’t ask how but somehow you once got bested by your damn cat when nyanturine placed down +10 on you at uno. you nearly ended up behind bars if it weren’t for meow yuan’s big floofy body holding you down—

he will push all of the tokens in front of him towards the table with a meow. sometimes, you swear you can hear “all in!” in his meows but maybe that’s the ghosts in your home talking

out of every cats you housed and still do till this day, nyanturine has the most unique eyes. cyan blue on the inside fading out into a pinkish hue. when asking about it from the vets, all they could do was shrug and say it could perhaps be a very unique ocular albinism or dna mutation. either way, your cats are a fucking model

nyanturine loves the mini fedora hat you made for him as a joke. wears it nearly everyday, every time, anywhere unless he accidentally knocks it over when zooming around the house

a solid kitty if you can get behind the creepy gloving of his eyes in the dark and his tendency to win against you in every poker games

art credit goes to nasuka_gee on twt!

you first found dr.nyatio by… huh? whatchu mean you didn’t found him? you’re telling me he just waltzed his ass inside your home one day through the window and has been making himself one of the many feline bosses of the house just like that? you sure dr.nyatio isn’t anyone else’s cat? [name]? [name], answer me…

well… whatever floats your boat i guess…

the most sassiest out of all of the fucking cats and that is saying something because you literally have nyan heng and meow yuan

a bengal, me thinks. snow lynx type of marbled tan and brown bengal. a smart piece of shit and he knows it, always yapping your ears off about a certain topic. more specifically, anything to do with algorithm, geometry etc etc

but compared to nyanturine and meowhill, dr.nyatio only ever yaps about those topics and those topics only. oddly enough, he kind of reminds you of one of those annoying lecturers at your old university…

very very curious cat. what’s up there? why are you late? what did you bring? what’s inside your bag? why do you smell so different?

pause.

why do you smell so different, [name]? where have you been? who have you been with? why are you later than usual, [name]? [name] answer him. answer dr.nyatio right now before he loses his shit—

oddly likes bathing time compared to the other cats. though, dr.nyatio is a diva when it cones to taking his baths. the water must be lukewarm, not too full so when he sits in the bathtub, the water will be around his low chest area. the bath must have bubbles and those cute yellow ducks floating around or he will not step inside the bathroom

do you think of him as a low class cat? how dare you, [name]

yeah… safe to say that dr.nyatio spends more money on shampoo, hair treatment than you do

gets along with every cats actually. other than nyanturine. the two tend to scuffle sometimes. and sometimes, you can find dr.nyatio just yapping away to the other cats while he points at… an encyclopedia? since when and where did he drag that out from?

dr.nyatio has an odd hyper fixation and obsession with ancient greek things. anything related to them and the cat is not leaving the site or the front of the screen, patiently watching and listening to the documentary about ancient greek and its architectures and impact in the field of mathematics

once, you decided to bring him along to your local clay making club for shits and giggles, making a mini ionic order pillars and he fucking loved it. loves to sit in the middle of the curved placed pillars and have his pictures taken like a model

dr.nyatio also loves the cute cat helmet like thing you made for him from plastic diy materials. it works as something akin to a mask for him and the bengal loves wearing it whenever you have to step outside with him

once, one of your friends who came over at your home asked you why you named dr.nyatio that way

“is he a doctor or something? what field is his research then?” they asked, unknowingly opening a jar of worms upon themselves. you simply opened up dr.nyatio’s favorite encyclopedia in front of your friend as the bengal cat takes his place, starting to yap up a storm as the cat points to random parts of the book

after a good hour or two, your friend turned to you for help, quietly coming to regret their decision. dr.nyatio didn’t take that kindly, smacking your friend’s face back to focus on him with his soft paw before continuing

yep. doctor veritas nyatio, everyone

“meaw! [name], mrrp ammmeow mrrep mrrya! you will refer to me as doctor and doctor alone!”

art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!

a very demanding grey korat breed of cat, mr.meowday is

he isn’t much talkative nor is he much affectionate. but what meowday is, demanding and loves control. you once asked your local vet for advice after months of the grey korat telling you exactly how to make his food, which kibbles to buy etc etc and the vet simply reassured you with a “korat breed of cats tend to be a bit demanding and intelligent. they love to be in charge so don’t worry” and a pat on the back

yeah… you have yourself another demanding cat that loves to make you his human slave alongside dr.nyatio. don’t you think you have enough cats reigning over you in your own home now, [name]?

you adopted the poor thing from a shelter near your workplace when you heard the poor thing constantly crying out. when asking the shelter workers, they said that the cat tends to do that at random hours of the day, just calling out for attention from someone or a certain something

taking pity on the poor lonely korat sitting in the corner of his cage with his back to the world, you decided to adopt him, making yet another dumb decision

really loves sundays for that is one of the days that you have time to spend the whole day at home with the cats. and you also love to dub the last day of the week as ‘lazy day’ and therefore, you decided to name him after it. meowday, he was since then

still, even after months of living with you and the other cats, meowday still sits on the window sling, meowing out for someone or something as he wistfully stares out the window. poor cat… you’re still having some problem trying to understand what was the problem and why meowday would do that so you can at least comfort the poor thing

one day while you were showing your co-workers who loves cats as well of your cats and landed on meowday. seeing the grey, elegant korat, your co-worker asked over and over if that really was your cat

you nodded with a furrowed brows, finding it odd that your co-worker would ask such questions. until they whipped out their phone, scrolling through their gallery before showing you… an eerily similar korat

same shade of eyes, same pose, same elegant manner — you would nearly mistake it for your own cat if it weren’t for the slight shade of white grey of your co-worker’s cat fur

a korat as well. from the same animal shelter you adopted meowday too!

after careful consideration and a lot of talk, you two decided to let the two felines meet on the weekends to see if they are perhaps lost siblings, parents or anything along the lines

finally, the day arrives and your co-worker comes over. a carrying bag slung over their shoulder as they step inside. meowday could barely care for your human companion coming over, it happens all the time and he had grown used to the presence of visitors unlike some of the other cats

until he hears a soft meow that sounded eerily similar to his sister. whipping his head around, meowday nearly broke his paws due to his sudden rough landing from the window sling, practically zooming over before tackling the smaller korat to the floor

sad yet happy meows coming from meowday, grooming the other cats’ face with loud constant meows. you were pretty sure that your co-worker’s cat was meowday’s sibling now

ever since then, the grey korat constantly scratches at your feet, doing his utmost best to silently ask you to let him see his sister again, nearly everyday. please just allow him to see his sister, he had dearly missed her. please, he will be a good kitty! the best kitty in the house!

meowday could barely go a day without glooming if he doesn’t see his sister, and so you and your co-worker arranged a weekly meetings and a video call everyday to allow the siblings to meow to each other through the screen

art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!

is it a mini panther? is it a dog? no! it’s just your one of the most chillest cats, gallagnya

he’s a havana brown like nyelt— wait a minute, what do you mean he wasn’t a havan brown like nyelt? you sure you got it correctly? the fur sample? huh…?

“gallagnya is actually a bombay cat. brown bombay” you can hear the vet on the phone, your face immediately going pale at the news of what breed gallagnya truly has been all this time as the said cat stares at you with a “mhm. that’s right” face from the kitchen counter

why? what was the reason you were suddenly going pale you ask? you were so sure that gallagnya was another havana brown like nyelt and has been feeding him nyelt’s kibbles for havana brown. in simpler terms, you’ve been feeding gallagnya the wrong kibbles

very wrong kibbles

but don’t worry, gallagnya is a chill cat and he immediately forgave you with a lick to your forehead the next day you came home crying with a bunch of treats and the correct kibbles for the shaggy, brown cat

gallagnya isn’t exactly a mean cat but he enjoyed the look of jealousy and anger on the other cats’ face as you pampered him day in and out for giving him the wrong kibbles. the bombay cat secretly hoped that you spent a little bit longer without knowing his exact breed so you could pamper him more. eh, oh well

the main reason your vet had a hard time finding out exactly what breed he was is because bombay cats aren’t the most easiest to spot or find out. it’s a bit hard to detect them and their breed since they are a human bred cat breed

but at least you have another big cat! third biggest cat after lion like meow yuan and cheetah like nyepard. safe to say you feel safe as hell whenever you go out for a quick walk with your three big cats

another funny thing about the story between you and gallagnya is that… you genuinely don’t know where the fuck the large cat came from. did he follow you home? did he slip in through the open window one day and made himself home? who knows. not you

at least gallagnya is chill. and nice. gets along well with basically every cat except for mr.meowday— “WOOF!”

“eh, it’s probably just the neighbor’s dog going out for a walk in the hallways of the apartment—“

“WOOF!” before you could finish your little excuse for the barking you just heard, you feel the heavy big body of gallagnya pounce on top of you on the bed, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs

… great. not only do you have hundreds of cats inside your home, three of them being nearly as big as predator wildlife animals, you have to worry about the third biggest cat being a barker rather than a meower

when and where the fuck did gallagnya even learned to bark rather than meow anyways? eh, that’s a question for you to find out next morning. right now, you were too damn tired and your bed was a siren that you willingly gave yourself to

you did not found out the answer to that question the next morning. even the vets were weirded out by it since, although bombay cats are indeed seen as dog-like with their playful and friendly nature, they never cane across one that literally barked like a dog

well… at least you can scare people away with gallagnya’s barks…?

art credit goes to Hanres4 on twt!

the siamese mom in me wants to say that meowhill would be a siamese, but the logical brain in me is shouting TUXEDO CAT

and yes, meowhill is indeed a tuxedo cat. one that just won’t shut up and leave you alone

going to the bathroom? let him come along and get real political while lying on the bathroom rugs while you take a shit

leaving for the convenience store? just let him stay on your shoulder while he yaps your ears off about which seasoning to pick— no, screwubaBOO THE KOREAN SOY SAUCE TASTES BETTER ON BARBECUE!

staying home and trying to type up your work on the computer? you have a free proofreader for you who wouldn’t hesitate to meow your ears off and point at some of the things you wrote. he will even sit on your keyboard

due to his yapper nature, meowhill tends to irritate some of the cats. especially those who love their peace and quiet and staying silent

which is a huge surprise whenever you find the mischievous tuxedo cat constantly beside nyan heng, the poor black manx looking dreadful as he allows meowhill to yap his ears off. you did not wanted to get entangled nor did you go over and wanted to hear what meowhill was yapping about

meowhill also gets along with nyagenti! the two cats seem to share a past together as when you first brought meowhill home, the tuxedo cat went straight first to the elegant norweigan forest cat

ah right, speaking of bringing meowhill in…

you found the poor thing with a rotted paws and bad burn wounds. poor little thing was burnt so badly it was hard to tell the color of his fur and he kept yowling in pain when you wrapped your coat around him to rush him to the nearest vet

sadly, his front two legs were badly broken and injured and had no way of recovering. and so, the vets had no other choice but to put him under anesthetic to cut off his front two legs and replace them with prosthetics

due to the nature of his injuries, meowhill required a lot of your and the other cats’ attention. recovering from losing both of his front legs and the nasty burn wounds is a long journey and meowhill needed the support from his new human friend and fellow felines

after a long and sometimes painful 2 months, meowhill had made a full recovery! the tuxedo cat’s fur grew back and he had gotten used to walking and sprinting on his prosthetic legs. you never realized how much of an energetic cat he was until you broke the news that he made a full recovery

though, like meowday, meowhill has a slight problem of constantly sitting on the window sling and meowing out the window. why? you didn’t know

is very protective of little nyanqing. you can find the tuxedo constantly nagging meow yuan and stealing meow yuan’s little cub away from him. holding the tiny munchkin by his scruff and taking him away to dote on the little cream cat somewhere in the house

it wasn’t until you took the tuxedo cat out for a shopping in the pet essentials store as a congratulations for making full recovery and the tuxedo immediately latched onto a tiny, white kitten plush did you connect the dots

poor thing had a kitten before…

you bought the white kitten plush for him of course. you don’t have the heart to wrench it away from him

making a trip back to where you originally found meowhill, you couldn’t find anything much other than an old, burnt, red scarf. you made an exact same replica of the mini scarf in secret and gave it to meowhill for his birthday gift, wrapping the soft silk around his neck snuggly before wrapping the same scarf around the plushie

ever since then, meowhill has been deathly clingy with you and the plushie. there isn’t a single day or night where you won’t see meowhill without the white plushie, grooming it, cuddling with it and taking it with him by the scruff of the kitten plushie

art credit goes to helen_zzhao on ig!

an elegant norweigan forest cat! is his fur, brown? burgundy? red? no one knows!

nyagenti is such a beautiful cat that he competes with meow yuan in their beauty level whenever you take them out on a walk. everyone wants to pet the elegant kitties and it doesn’t help that meow yuan and nyagenti are both such gentle kitties

gets along with every cats! anyone! your friends that came over for a game night, the sitters when you need to be away for a few days of business trip, the neighbors — everyone! nyagenti has no enemies

out of everyone, nyagenti gets along best with nyelt, nyan heng and meowhill. meowhill and nyagenti used to share a past it seemed as the two cats hit it off right away while the norweigan forest cat got used to the presence of nyan heng and nyelt very quickly

tends to yap sometimes — more like pray to someone or something — but isn’t as bad as meowhill or nyaturine

doesn’t really mind bath times but he prefers grooming more than bath times. he has a beautiful long fur and they’re very dense and thick so it takes the whole day for him to finally become dry so, please let’s just settle on grooming? he can bring over the brushes for you!

a very big gift giver! shiny jewels, pretty leaves that just fell, nice shaped rocks, cockroaches— nope. nuh-uh. you are NOT getting cockroaches as a gift even though the thought is swee— OH MY GOD HE DROPPED THE COCKROACH ON YOUR BED!!!1!1!

yeah… your friend looks at you as if you’ve finally lost your mind when they came over one day and saw hundreds of rat poisons, bug and insect killing sprays just racked on your shelf like you’re gonna sell them. in return you simply deadpanned back and pointed at nyagenti who already had another cockroach in his mouth

how did you ended up having nyagenti? who knows. at this point you gave up on trying to keep track of how, when, where you got your cats from. he probably just made himself known in your house one day and you simply accepted the sign from cat distribution system no.195826592649

such a gentlemanly cat. you joke that he can kiss the back of your hand to the guests and guess what? one day, nyagenti actually did do that. the look on the guest’s face will forever live rent free in your mind

really likes red roses for some reason. thankfully, roses aren’t toxic to cats unlike some other flowers such as lily, daffodil, hyacinths but nyagenti’s love for red roses nearly borderlines on obsession in a sense

when asking the vet if there could be any reason or explanation for this, they simply patted your back, told you that you had a tendency to attract weird cats and shooed you out. not fully, but they lowkey did that and said “roses have a nice scent that tends to attract cats or dogs. they might end up taking a bite from the flower but it isn’t poisonous or toxic, so no need to worry”

still, you’re getting tired of constantly living with red rose petals thrown everywhere in your house. so much so you have gotten used to it and just decided to leave it be. if your friend comes over and sees the rose petals as something romantical, you simply shove nyagenti into their faces

unlike the other cats, nyagenti isn’t the most clingy or affectionate cat. though, that isn’t to say he is cold and distant, he does love you! but he just shows it in small ways and in quiet manners

bringing over his brush for you to help him groom his beautiful thick fur, waking you up gently in the morning with soft meows and gentle licks, even knowing to turn on the AC on a warm temperature after your shower because you always come out shivering

and he is definitely the one who leaves the fresh red roses on your bedside nightstand every morning you wake up

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mischievousmoony · 1 month ago

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𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎

⟢ frat boy!james potter x fem!reader ⟢ you work at the hot spot for all things caffeine on campus, and you weren't expecting your first customer of the day to be so charming ⊹ 2.0k ⟢ warnings/tags: talks of alcohol/being hungover, james and reader do not like coffee, reader's hair is described to be in a ponytail ⟢ part 1 ⟡ part 2 ⟡ part 3 ⟡ masterlist

note: this is gonna be a 3 part mini series! and james being in a frat isn't very impactful to the story i just love him so that's the version of james you get today!

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Most of your mornings start with an assault on your senses. The overwhelming fragrance of freshly brewed coffee, the relentless hum of generic pop songs that lodge themselves in your brain like immortal earworms, the beams of morning sunlight that slice through the cafe window perfectly shining right into your eyes—it all comes together to torment your mornings at Brewology.

Not to mention the morning rush that always comes like a slap in the face about thirty minutes into your shift.

Brewology is arguably the most popular cafe on campus. Your theory is that its popularity is riding on the fact that it resides right in the middle of the academic side of campus. Because, in your opinion, the drinks aren’t that good. But who are you to judge? You never really liked coffee anyway. A fact that, when shared, is usually met with the question, “Why would you work at a cafe if you don’t like coffee?”

The answer is simple. With your packed schedule, the only time you have to work is before your classes. And Brewology offers the earliest shifts on campus.

You’d work even earlier if you could; the cosmos knows you need the money. If it weren’t for your lack of a car, you probably would have found some bakery that opens at 5 a.m. to work at. But starting at 7 a.m. will have to do.

This morning is like any other. You come in, and your manager has already set up the cafe for opening, including flicking on the radio that’s always tuned in to the same station. It’s not that you dislike pop music, but the radio host seems to play the same ten songs over and over and over.

You take your place by the register and close your eyes for a moment. Both to block the intruding sunlight and to brace yourself for the impending day.

When the little bell above the door chimes, thirty minutes before it usually does for the first time, you bite back a groan and open your eyes. You have to squint to bear the light as your eyes land on your incoming customer.

He practically stumbles into the cafe. Sunglasses that he doesn’t take off inside and fraternity letters ironed onto his t-shirt tell you everything you need to know to predict his order. It’s a fun game you like to play, especially when business is slow. Sometimes you include your coworkers, but seeing as your shift partner is running late, you’ll have to play on your own.

So, fraternity guy. And, you have to hand it to him, he looks like he works out. A combination that suggests he’ll start his day with a protein breakfast wrap or two. He’s got messy hair that suggests he just rolled out of bed or he never slept. Someone needs a great deal of caffeine this morning.

And the way he’s stumbling through the cafe��is he hungover? It’s a safe bet: again, fraternity guy. Scratch the breakfast wrap. If he’s smart, he’ll eat something plain.

“Morning,” the boy greets you when he finally reaches the counter.

You’re pleasantly surprised he started with a greeting instead of just barking his order at you.

“Good morning, how can I help?” you reply, keeping your tone light. You’re still warming up to the day, so this customer will have to live without hearing your award-winning customer service voice.

“I need caffeine. A lot of it, preferably. Like, a bucket of it, maybe.”

Bingo. That’s half your guess.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Though I’m afraid we just took ‘bucket of caffeine’ off the menu, so you’ll have to choose a drink.”

The boy's lips quirk into an amused smile. You can’t really tell because of his sunglasses, but you’re sure his eyes linger on you for a few moments before he diverts his attention to the chalkboard menu on the wall behind you.

“Small issue. Not a big coffee guy,” he says, staring at the menu with a furrowed brow. “I… don’t know what half these drinks are. What do you like?”

You hate that question. Telling the customer the truth, that you don’t like most of the drinks here, isn’t exactly good for business. And lying is never your first instinct, so there’s always an awkward moment of dead air as you try to figure out a suitable suggestion.

“Uh, well, you’re looking for something with lots of caffeine, right? But you don’t usually drink coffee? Do you like coffee?”

“It’s… fine,” he says as if it pains him. “I’m more of a Celsius kind of guy, but the vending machine was broken—anyway, I just need something with triple digits of caffeine that hopefully won’t make me feel like I’m drinking out of a black hole.”

His comment makes you laugh, mostly because you find it refreshingly relatable. You’ve been known to say that some stronger brews made you feel like all the happiness was sucked from your body when they hit your tastebuds. All your coworkers call you dramatic, but you bet this guy would resonate.

Of all the sips of coffee your coworkers have forced you to try, you attempt to think of one that was highly caffeinated and went down the easiest.

“If you want a lot of caffeine, your best bet is a blonde shaken espresso. Probably gonna want a flavored syrup. Vanilla? Or maybe brown sugar? And if you want to go full Starbucks, you can do it with oat milk.”

To him, you're speaking another language. Mostly because he got distracted wondering what makes an espresso “blonde.” And maybe the way you swept your ponytail over your shoulder as you spoke stole his attention, too. Is it weird to notice how soft a stranger's hair looks?

James shakes away his thoughts. “Sure. That. Whatever you recommend in a large, please.”

You start punching it in on the register, making any sweetener and milk decisions for him. “Well, for the caffeine content, it’ll certainly be tolerable.”

“That’s all I need it to be,” he says as he takes out his card to pay, a smirk playing at his lips. He leans over the counter slightly, deliberately inching closer to you, and his voice slips into something quieter. “You know, you don’t seem too fond of coffee yourself. Which I imagine is challenging for a barista.”

You bite your lip as you finish ringing him out. You know his eyes are boring into you from behind those dark lenses—you can feel his gaze piercing you. “You caught me. But don’t worry, I have tried this drink, and it’s, well, you’ll manage. I think.”

“I’m putting a lot of faith in this recommendation, you know? If I can’t stomach it, I’m gonna sleep through all my classes. My slipping grades will be on your hands.”

“Well, it can’t be as gross as whatever had you stumbling in here so hungover, can it?” You don’t know where you found the confidence to banter with this stranger so boldly. The wrong person would be asking for your manager.

Luckily, he seems amused. More than amused, judging by the way his lips curl into a wide grin around hearty laughter.

He knows you’ve read him to filth. He is hungover—miserably so. The only comeback is to play the customer card. “Is this how you talk to all your customers?”

He says it—customer—like he’s playing a part. As if that’s not exactly what he is. As if he could be, should be more.

Your fingers fumble with the plastic cup as you pull it out of the sleeve, as his words and his tone hit you.

“Only the ones that might still be drunk from the night before,” you muse as his ticket prints, and you plaster it to his cup, smoothing the shiny paper out longer than necessary.

“I’ll have you know I took my last shot over two hours ago,” he says, very matter-of-factly.

You shoot him an incredulous look. “So… around 5 a.m.? On a weeknight. You know, I’d probably feel bad about what I said if I had been wrong, buuut-”

“Okay!” He raises his arms in surrender. “If I fall asleep in class today, I will take full responsibility.”

“Well, it’s the least you could do,” you say sarcastically, evidence of your smile in your tone.

As you move down the counter to start making his drink, he slides down with you.

“You don’t need my name? For the order?” he asks.

“Oh, no. It’s based on order number, and yours…” You pick up his cup to examine the ticket. “…is lucky number two-hundred twenty-two.”

He hums in acknowledgment as you get back to making his coffee.

“Well, it’s James,” he says after a beat. “In case you wanted it anyway.”

You look up from what you’re doing and are surprised when you meet warm brown eyes. He took off his sunglasses.

“It’s nice meeting you, James,” you say softly.

“You too.” His eyes flicker to your name tag, and your name spills from his lips like warm honey.

You blame the warmth across your cheeks on the heat radiating from the espresso machine.

When you hand him his drink a few minutes later, you pretend not to notice his fingers brush against yours as he claims that he must try it in front of you.

“If you don’t like it, do me a favor and lie,” you tell him.

“You got it,” he winks as he punches a straw through the lid.

As he raises it to his lips, you find yourself wholeheartedly hoping that he likes the drink you made.

The fact that he doesn’t make a sour expression is a good sign. He goes in for a second sip before giving his assessment.

“It’s actually pretty decent. It’s coffee, but it’s not so bad.”

You grin triumphantly. “Well, then I guess I saved your grade today.”

He glances at you skeptically. “So you get kudos if I like the coffee, but it’s not your fault if I don’t?”

“Exactly.”

James’ shoulders bob in silent laughter. “Alright, sure. Kudos to you.”

“Please.” You wave a hand in the air, laying the ‘humble’ act on thick. “It’s just another day on the job.”

James chuckles, shaking his head slightly. “Well, thank you for your service. This is truly my saving grace today.”

“It’s my pleasure, James.”

His lips stretch into a smile brighter than the morning light shining through the windows. It’s like hearing his name fall from your lips is the only pick-me-up he needs, screw the coffee.

And you may not know the reason he beams so brightly, but what you do see is a smile you could get lost in.

He’s about to bid you goodbye, but before he goes, he has a realization.

“Oh, almost forgot,” he mumbles, fishing for something in his pocket as he returns to the register. You follow with a knit brow as you watch him pull a $10 bill from his pocket and drop it into your tip jar.

You shake your head immediately. “That’s- your drink didn’t even cost that much.”

James shrugs, already backing away from the counter. “It’s the only bill I have.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want it.”

“Sorry,” James shrugs, not sounding very sorry at all. “What’s done is done. I can’t take back my tip, that would be despicable. I couldn’t live with myself.”

“You don’t need to tip at all, really.”

“Of course I need to tip. Especially here. Where would students be without their morning coffee? Where would I be?” he asks as his back hits the door.

It’s apparent this isn’t a battle you’re going to win, so you play along. “Probably not here. Suppose you would have flunked out after sleeping through too many classes.”

“Exactly,” he says through a triumphant smile. James slips his sunglasses back on his face as he backs through the door. “See you around.”

“Thank you!” you call after him about the tip, hoping you really do see him again.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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hoolaand · 13 days ago

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Max Verstappen

Spoilt gf x Rich bf

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💌: smau + more

💌: fluff, horny plus baddie reader

a/n: idk abt faceclaim, everything is from pinterest because I am chronically online

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You were awakened by soft padded footsteps walking somewhere around the house. Even from your sleep, you knew that it was Max because despite him being around 6 feet, he made sure to always walk the house softly especially when you were sleeping. You slowly sat up on your shared bed and looked around the room with Max nowhere to be seen. But, something was up. You could smell the faint floral scents of flowers coming from somewhere. It wasn't Max, he didn't use those colognes. It wasn't you, you wore vanilla flavored scent to bed (Max's favorite).

Was he fucking cheating on you?

Okay no. Maybe exaggeration. He would never.

Before you could get up, as if on cue, Max appeared opening the door before briefly closing it. The floral scent only got stronger.

'Schatje, you're up so soon? It's only 6 30 in the morning.'

You stretched your body already feeling not energized to even start the day. Max sat beside on and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you effectively close to him.

'Happy Birthday baby' he whispered before kissing you softly.

Oh. Wow.

Honestly, you had forgetten your own birthday. Birthdays weren't something you particularly looked forward to, ever since being a child. It felt like just another normal day but Max, oh no he could never think a day dedicated to you was ever a normal day. No, that man had to somehow make it exceptional. That's just how he has.

You kissed him back, tracing his stubble with your delicate fingers. 'I smell flowers' you let him know, whispering it against his lips when you both broke contact. He said nothing and kissed you harder.

After the full blown make out session, you discovered that the other man had flowers. No, not just flowers at this point. A entire fucking garden, to be frankly honest. The guest bed room had the largest bouquet you had ever seen, the bouquet it being larger than you and the one in the living room. They were the mini versions of the one in the bedroom but instead of being white, they were every other color. Pink, yellow, red, blue and even one of black.

'I am about to give you the best blowjob you ever had.'

Instagram:

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User 2: baddie 101

User 3: she is so beautiful wtf

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You: Can you tell he's about to get it good tonight (I will eat him alive) #iluvmybf

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User1: which god did @max verstappen pray to? lemme know imma pray as well

User2: happy birthday queen 💕💕💕

Max Verstappen: Mine.

-Lando Norris: you're such a weirdo

-You: lando.

-Max Verstappen: bitch.

-You: Max.

-Max Veestappen: Sorry Schatje.

-User 3: this is legit witchcraft.

-User 8: I never thought I'd live long enough to see Max being such a simp omg

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-You: I love you.

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User 6: Gold digger core lol

-You: ho, is u mad

Huda Beauty: WE love her!

-You: and I love you mwah.

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User 8: are we just gonna ignore the caption though?

-User 2: girl she's js freaky like that

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pascals-doll · 1 year ago

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bed of roses

ellie williams x reader

🫧 continuation of candy | u dont have to read it since this can be a story on its own!

🫧 TYSM FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE VDAY SPECIAL 🥹 i hope you cuties enjoy pt 2!!

🫧 thinking about ellie’s strap all day 🥲

🫧 description: smut smut smut, very cute surprise at the end!, valentines day surprise, dom!ellie, sub!reader, reader gets fingered on stairs, fingering (both receiving), strapon!sex (reader recieving), ‘p’ in v sex, panty sniffing (ellie), body worship (reader receiving), power dynamic, back scratching (ellie receiving), finger sucking/gagging, no use of y/n, use of pet names (pretty mama, mama, doll, pretty doll, and babydoll),

“augh-god! ellie” you moaned out, your hand going to grip the stair-railing as you swore you started seeing clouds.

after completely devouring ellie on the staircase, you guys calmed down momentarily.

catching each other’s breath, sharing soft kisses as ellie tells you how much she loves you.

until she began to kiss your neck which eventually lead to her sucking all over both of your tits as her fingers fuck you relentlessly.

“the prettiest tits in this entire world” ellie utters against one of your tits as the other is messily palmed by ellies hand.

“ellie s’good-augh fuck m’gonna cum!” your moans got louder as the forming of your words got sloppy, not being able to comprehend shit in your fucked-out mind.

“oh the night is just gettin’ started mama” she pulls away from your nipple, smirking at you like she was hell’s #1 sinner.

your mouth goes agape, eyes squeezing shut as your feel ellies fingers fuck you through your orgasm.

ellie’s fingers curling into your pussy causing your back to arch within her lap.

“good mama, thats it. cum all over my fingers” she encourages you, slightly moving your hips along with the movement of her fingers.

ellie craddled you as your orgasm melts you into her embrace, legs completely limp in her lap.

ellie planted the softest kisses on your face and forehead “dont get tired yet, babydoll” she whispers in your ear as she runs her hands through your hair.

once you felt yourself coming back into reality, you lifted your head up from in-between her shoulder “we-we should pick up your poor teddy bear” you state weakly, giving her a soft grin.

“yes, ill get it mama” ellie returns your smile, chuckling sweetly.

ellie helped you up, giving your ass a squeeze through your mini skirt “perfect lil’ass” she states playfully, licking her lips.

“shut up and tell me you love the bear” you tell her, just wanting her to come close to you; missing her warmth.

she continues to walk over to you, stepping up the couple steps of the staircase before you meeting you halfway on them.

she bends down to pick up your bra, not caring much for you shirt.

“i-” ellie begins before stopping to plant kisses all over your face and neck, once again but this time she crouches down slightly; scooping you up.

“fucking love the bear” as she completely takes you into her arms.

you let out a squeal out of slight surprise as ellie scoops you up, using most of her strength. you wrap your arms and legs around her, your mini-skirt riding up.

her hands squeezing your ass as she walks up the stairs.

ellie walks down your shared hallway, you in her grasp as you kiss along her neck and toy with her hair.

you didnt miss each pathway of petals that scattered the wooden floors as you got closer to your shared bedroom.

your heart felt like it was going to palpitate out your chest. your mind couldn’t begin to process how lucky you got.

once ellie arrived into your shared room, she put you down gently “dont turn around yet” she says, moving from infront of you to guide you while also making sure you couldn’t see.

“you can turn around now” the second she says that, you wasted no time turning around.

your jaw immediately dropped to the floor as you see a small light-sign that lights up the words ‘you and i forever’, roses and petals all over the floor and bed, and lastly with 3 different heart-shaped boxes of chocolate.

that wasn’t it, ellie had one more surprise but you were just gonna have to wait.

“you-i-you” you tried to speak, but you could barely form a sentence as ellie yet again, found the way to take the words right ouf your mouth.

“just hold on here, yeah doll?” she asks, kissing your temple softly. you gave her a quick nod before she headed into your shared closet.

while she was in the closet, you took upon yourself to quickly grab your pink silk lingerie robe from your dresser.

you stepped out of your mini-skirt since you were already shirtless; leaving you only in your pink heart design thong.

you put the silk robe on, only covering you from being completely naked since you already basically were.

ellie stepped out of the closet in her sports bra but still having her boxers on.

you were on the bed, you had already put aside all the gifts that were on the bed. you weren’t wasting no time.

“you’re so fuckin’ breathtaking” ellie utters breathlessly. she had to let her eyes take you in from head to toe, wether you were wrapped up like a burrito or completely naked goddess statue; you looked absolutely enchanting every single time.

you could completely entice ellie at any give moment, you had her under your spell with just a look.

“take all of me, ellie” you whimper out, extending your leg to reach out to her as she stalked over to you.

“say it again, doll” ellie’s eyes were engulfed with hunger, getting ready to ravish you. she finally crawls ontop of you.

one hand holding her up as it pushed into the bed and the other one helping you rise your hips. ellie pulled down your thong, bringing it up to her nose.

she took in the smell of your arousal, she could’ve licked your underwear if she wanted too; completely wanting to be taken-over by the smell of your wet cunt.

“take all of me, every single part of me is a part of you.” you devoted yourself to her.

there was no one else that you wanted to be completely one with; ellie felt the exact dsme way.

those words leaving your mouth felt like music to ellie’s ears.

“i fucking love you doll, s’fucking much. till the end of this world.” she begins to passionately ramble as her hands eagerly begin to grope you.

ellies hands began by giving your thighs a soft-squeeze then going up to massage your hips, from there going to fondled your hickied titties; robe slipping to the side.

“mmhpm-so wet for me already” she utters out in a pleased tone as she sees your pussy glisten by your juices as she spread your legs apart.

you bit your lip, feeling impatient. you leaned up slightly to pull her down but she didn’t let you.

“nuh uh doll, you already pleased me enough. be a patient lil’girl” ellie coos, taking one of her hands from your breasts slowly tracing its way down.

ellie’s hand found its way to your dripping pussy, her fingers slightly toying with your hole “please-please” you grind your hip up into her two fingers, she retracts them.

ellie turned to her nightstand, turning away from you momentarily. you were confused but gave her time before questioning it.

when she turned back to you, she turned back around with her blue strap-on.

your mind automatically went nebulous.

“please wha’doll ?” her smirk cause shivers down your spine as she returned to towering over you.

your hands impulsively found their way to her back “fuck me till the sun comes up” you meant it, looking her dead in the eyes as you wrapped your legs around her waist.

“your wish is my command, mama” ellie’s eyes felt like daggers pricking at your skin, you felt such delectation at being at ellie’s mercy.

your back arched into her, your breasts pushing against hers “you can take m’cock doll, y’done it before-it’s okay” she soothes you sensually, her lips going back to wander all over your neck as she pushes your legs up to your stomach.

ellie slightly pulls away, to align her strap with your soaked hole. you lifted your hips up impatiently causing ellie to hold them back down aggressively while slamming herself inside you.

“fuck ellie!” you erotically wailed out her name in such a way, it made ellie want to ruin you even more.

“who can fuck this sweet pussy?” ellie grunts out as her hips snap against your skin “huuagh-you! fuck-only you!” you moan out, pleasure being the only thing known to your senses at the moment.

you felt her strap bumping your cervix slightly as her thrusts got more vigorous “s’good-feels s’good!” your fucked-out babble only becoming amusing to the demon that was your girlfriend in this bloody moment.

“what was that, doll? couldn’t hear ya” ellie smirked out, only fucking into you more ruthlessly before moving one of her hands to rub your clit with delicacy.

“awh god! ellie-puh-ah!” you tried to plead through your tears and overwhelmed moans “shh doll, you’re taking me perfectly” ellie coos, the hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit now went to your face.

she caressed your hot tear-stained cheek, leading her thumb to your slightly agape lips “open these up f’me, pretty doll” ellie tells you, sliding her thumb into your mouth.

the sight of as you took her thumb into your mouth while she was ontop of you, driving herself into you. the way you admired her tattoo, you took the hand that was on the side of the arm she was extending.

you continued to suck softly as you traced the outline of the veins that protruded through her tattoo.

the sight of it all bringing you closer to your orgasm.

she leaned back slightly as you sucked her thumb and oogled her arm, causing the upward angle to bring you pure rapture.

you let out a choked out gutteral moan against her thumb as her hips devilishly work you to your orgasm.

ellie knew how to make you cum not once, but for days.

the way you arched your back, chest inviting her lips to explore.

the way your legs shake as she fucks you relentlessly always; no matter how.

the way she had you calling out like the lyircs to your favorite song.

the way she turned you into a completely utter pornstar.

“ellie! ellie m’close! gonn-ah!” lips removing from her thumb, your lecherous shrieks ringing through the room.

“yeah, pretty mama? you gon’ cum all over this strap?” she groans out, she swore she could cum just of all of this.

you let out quick nods as your nails dragged out slight blood , feeling small droplets fall into your nails.

“your words, use them.” ellie grits out, her hips fuckiing you well through your orgasm “yes! m’gonna cum all over your dick!” your cries were pure melodies to ellies ear.

“i gotchu pretty doll, i gotchu” as her hips drastically halt, going from fash to now deep thrusts.

“ellie! ellie!” you clung to her as you shook through your orgasm.

“there you go, atta girl” ellie praises you as your orgasm waves through you, nothing but whimpers coming from your foggy fucked out mind.

once you calmed down in her embrace, she slowly pulled out her strap that was now covered in your cum.

“lets take a break, mama?” ellie suggests which you agree too pretty quick.

ellie went to the restroom, grabbing a towelette to clean you up and get you a glass of water.

once she came back, you were laying there wirh your robe tied up. you thanked her for the water as she cleaned you up from your juices.

you had went to the restroom after she cleaned you up. you made your way back into your shared room and as you open the door; there she was.

ellie williams.

there she fucking was…on one knee in only her boxers and a sports bra.

“will you marry me?”

the case that held your sparkly engagement ring being held by the woman of your dreams after just getting ruthlessly fucked, yet treated like a queen.

only something this wonder of a woman could do to you.

“yes, fuck yes, yes.”

you ran to her as she stood up, launching yourself into her arms.

you both went to enjoy your bed of roses t’ill sunrise.

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dunzella · 5 months ago

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Hii!! I don’t know if you do this but I was wondering if you could write a continuation of the Yandere!Serial killer story! I loved it so much and I was super curious on how things would play out after the events of the original. You’re an amazing writer and I hope you have a great day/night!!

I'm so happy you liked it!! lol sure I can do a mini continuation.

Stitches

Doll pt.1

Yandere! Serial Killer

Ever since he showed his true colors his personality did a 180 or maybe… this was his real personality all along, and you had just grown too used to "Cassidy". The soft-spoken girl with shy smiles and delicate hands—the one who blushed when you complimented her. The one who trembled when you held her hand. The one who had never existed.

Now, the sweet, blushing girl was gone—replaced by him, a predator lurking beneath delicate skin and soft-spoken words.

Your body was wrapped in layers of pastel pink—lace, silk, and too many frills to move properly. Puffy sleeves, ribbons, skirts so stuffed with tulle they swallowed your legs whole. You weren’t a person anymore. Just another doll in his collection, albeit a special one.

Because, unlike the others, you were still alive.

But you weren’t free. Not when he was always watching. Not when they were always watching.

The glassy, lifeless eyes of his dolls followed you wherever you went. Propped up on dainty pink shelves, slumped in corners, lying stiffly on his pink armchair like someone had just tucked them in for a nap. Their mutilated faces were forever contorted in pain. Some didn’t even have mouths.

The room he kept you in was a nursery disguised as a shared bedroom—filled with ripped stuffed animals their torn seams and missing limbs resembling his victims.

Powder-pink walls, plush carpeting, and an ornate canopy bed that looked stolen from a princess’s fairytale. A vanity with combs you weren’t allowed to use yourself, bottles of perfume he dabbed onto your wrists like you were some fragile doll in need of upkeep.

Everything was pink, suffocating, saccharine.

And when your stitches came undone from all your struggling, his long eyelashes fluttered, cigarette dangling between his fingers as he pressed his mismatched gaze onto you—disappointed, but not surprised.

"Tch, didn't I say stop touching it." His pink skirt swayed as he stepped closer, eyes narrowing at the blood staining your wrists. The delicate fabric of his matching tank top was splattered with tiny droplets, but he didn’t seem to mind. Without hesitation, he scooped you up, cradling you in his arms like a groom carrying his bride.

The pain was unbearable. The sting of raw, reopened wounds mixed with the eerie tingle of skin held together by thread. You felt like a broken marionette, no like some fucked-up Frankenstein experiment pieced together with love and lace.

He wasn’t gentle because he was kind. He was gentle because he was careful. He handled you. Fixed you. He cooed at you while he worked, stitching your wounds back together with an almost maternal sort of patience.

“There we go, bunny,” he murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead as he tightened the thread. You whimpered. His lips curled. "All better.”

When the news played reports of pretty corpses found throughout the city, he hummed, running his fingers through his short blonde hair. His victims—faceless, lifeless dolls, all stitched up and dressed in pastels. The media had given him a name.

The Dollmaker.

But the moment you showed discomfort, he clicked his tongue and changed the channel—to something softer. Something girly.

"All that negativity will rot your pretty little brain," he hums. "You should be focusing on me instead, don’t you think?"

Your body tensed against his. His arms wrapped around you, snug, possessive. The longer you were trapped, the more fragmented your memories became.

But during your captivity you remembered him from high school his name is Cassius Morrow, the shy introverted sophomore at high school. Always blushing, always looking away when spoken to.

If he hadn’t been so meek, you might have realized he was watching you back then, too.

Now, the contrast was baffling.

A man who spoke in sweet whispers, who dressed in pastel pinks and frills, yet stitched your body together like one of his playthings... You were convinced he must have a Jekyll and Hyde situation.

Any autonomy you had over your body, vanished.

Your limbs weren’t your own anymore. Stiff, aching, pulled together by Cassius's careful, loving hands. Every movement sent a dull throb up your arms, your legs. When you walked, your joints creaked—not with age, but with tension, stitches straining against fragile skin.

He basically did everything for you.

Doing your hair. Dressing you. Feeding you. Lifting you onto his lap whenever he wanted to coddle you—which was often.

He carried you everywhere. Even when you could walk, he insisted.

"Shh, no fussing. Little dolls don’t strain themselves."

You were sick of it so you formulated a plan. You had been on your best behavior lately. So obedient, so sweet, so good for him. But that was because you were waiting.

Waiting for the moment he got too comfortable.

Waiting for the moment he left you alone just long enough.

That moment came one evening when you heard the screams.

They echoed from the basement—wet, raw, desperate. You had heard them before, muffled beneath layers of walls, but this time, he had left the door open just a crack.

You could hear the squelching sounds. The butchering and guts are being torn apart. His hums of nursery rhymes in content.

Cassius was busy with his latest victim, The loud, relentless sawing meant he wouldn’t hear you.

So you made your way towards the window, something subtle so he wouldn't notice your absence immediately.

Ignoring the pain burning through your joints, you pushed open the window. And fell through.

The cool night air kissed your raw skin, and for the first time in so long, you breathed.

You were outside.

For a moment, you thought you'd done it. You’d escaped.

But then you realized—there was no one here.

He had lived somewhere secluded, hidden. The road stretched on endlessly, lined with skeletal trees that loomed like watching figures. No lights. No houses. No passing cars.

Still, you ran.

Your stitches screamed, skin tearing where the thread pulled too tightly, but you ran.

You ran for what felt like hours—your body quickly tiring, tearing from the movement. You never let yourself fully heal, always ripping apart.

But none of that mattered.

You would find a town. You would find help.

You would be free—

Your vision swam in and out of focus as you came to, a heavy fog clouding your thoughts. Something was wrong. The air smelled different—cloying, metallic, laced with chemicals that burned your nostrils.

Not the perfume. Not the suffocating scent of rosewater and sugar that clung to his dollhouse prison. No, this was sharp. Bitter.

Your body felt weightless, yet impossibly heavy.

Then the cold set in. A hard surface beneath you. Restraints biting into your wrists and ankles. The dim hum of a fluorescent light buzzed above, flickering in and out.

And then—then you saw him. Biting his lip bouncing in place; he was standing over you, mismatched green and pink eyes twinkling in amusement, wearing nothing but pink panties and a white shirt as he tapped a syringe with two fingers, the liquid inside an eerie shade of pink.

Not pastel pink. No, this was deeper, unnatural.

"Ah, you're awake~" he cooed, his voice honey-sweet but with a hint of something else—excitement. "You had me worried, bunny. Running off like that? So reckless."

His fingers trailed along your cheek, his touch cold despite the warmth of his body.

"I was gonna fix you up nice and neat in our room like always, but…" He giggled—soft, airy, girlish. The sound sent ice crawling up your spine. "Since you wanna act like a broken little toy, I figured… I should make some improvements."

Your breath hitched. Your limbs twitched, but they refused to move.

Cassius noticed.

"Aww, feeling stiff? Don't worry, that’s just a little something I gave you earlier. Can’t have you squirming while I work, can I?" He sighed, feigning disappointment. "I really didn’t wanna do this, y’know. I love my bunny just the way she is. But you keep misbehaving."

His grip on your chin tightened—not enough to hurt, just enough to make you feel small.

"I’ll be gentle," he promised, raising the dirty needle.

Liar.

You tried to thrash, to scream, but your body betrayed you. He had paralyzed you. You could barely breathe, let alone move.

He pressed his forehead against yours, sighing in bliss. "Shh… just let me take care of you. You don’t need legs to be a pretty little doll, do you?"

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

No.

No, no, no—

The needle pierced your skin.

And everything faded to black.

Don't worry Cassius always takes care of his dolls. ♡

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marvelgirlatheart · 1 month ago

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not an angel: act two (Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Black!Reader)

a/n: been a while, huh? But thank you to everyone who supported the first act to this story. I really appropriated getting all of these notifications over the past few days and it brought a smile to me. But now, for the author notes. If you probably didn't notice, I ended up adding an extra act to the story😅I know I’ve been editing the amount of chapters/acts in this, so please forgive me but I just don't want you guys waiting for the next act for so long. So, yet again, this is a 3k act but this time, we get a bit more of a past sequence for the Reader and Elijah’s relationship.

For warnings, yet again: THIS IS A BLACK!READER fic! But if you don't mind that, then read it to your hearts content. There is vulgar language (n-word) and sexual themes (but not smut) in this chapter. Y/N is not used in this act or mini-series. But anyway, like I said in the last act, sit back and enjoy a good fic.

not an angel (act ii: a bright light)

word count: 6.k

premise: a look at the past, to your childhood and your beginning with Elijah.

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act ii: a bright light

by: marvelgirlatheart

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“Love never fails, so if it fails, it wasn't love.”

-1 Corinthians 13:8

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Clarksdale, Mississippi

1904

Nothing but laughter came out of you as you ran as fast as you could, the sound of running footsteps behind you as your little body ran through a path of corn field.

Then, you finally took a path into the corn beside you, nothing but the field brushing against every inch of your body, looking for a place to hide, but with a big smile on your face.

After a while, you crouched and listened, covering your mouth with your tiny hands, simply as a nine-year-old holding her giggles back as best as she could.

Your little dress, the one your momma had stitched for you, was now dirty, something she would probably get onto you about. But your little mind was so far from that.

You were listening for footsteps. The footsteps ran past where you ducked into the field, and you couldn't help but let out a tiny snicker as you noticed that, the sound of running feet residing for silence, the Mississippi wind pulling the field in a gentle breeze.

After that, nothing but silence was heard. You stayed there for God knows how long before you slowly moved. You peeked your head out of the field, looking both ways. Not a soul in sight, the field still moving as if it had a mind of its own. You let out a tiny hum and looked back to your right before you slowly started to peek yourself out, but that turned out to be a mistake.

A pair of arms wrapped around you, and you couldn't help but let out a giggle as a pair of hands suddenly started tickling your stomach.

Your laughing was soon joined by the grunts and laughter of the two boys with you. The one behind you being Elijah and the one tickling you being Elias.

“Stop! Stop!” You giggled out, your feet thrashing as you continued laughing. “Nah,” Elias was the first to speak up, his dimple clear on his left cheek as he continued tickling you.

“Say it!” He said, and when no words came out of your mouth besides your laughter, he just started tickling you even harder.

You thrashed even more, making the eldest of the twins, Elijah, pick you up from the air with enough strength an eleven-year-old boy could muster. “Come on, all you gotta do is say it.” Elijah then said, looking down at you with a big smile on his face.

You tried to resist as best as you could, but your little kicking feet were no help at all, so after a while, you finally yield to the two. “Y’all win, y’all win!” You said, and when the words came out, you were finally dropped to the ground, still giggling.

“Damn, you give up so easily,” Elias said with an amused tone but at the words, you pushed him back. “Shut up,” You said but you still had a smile on your face, the twins on either sides of you from the front to the back.

But before anyone else could say another word, a voice rang out from beyond the corn field, all three of your heads turning in the direction from where the voice came from.

“Boys! Bring y’alls asses back over here!” The voice yelled out, deep.

Elijah’s shoulders slouched, and Elias smacked his lips when he heard the voice. And a small frown appeared on your lips. When their daddy called, it was a sign for everyone to go home.

“Man…” Elijah whispered under his breath, and soon, without any resistance to the simple words, the two started walking, and you quickly joined the two, your smaller body walking in between them.

“We can play tomorrow, right?” You asked, looking at both of the twins for an answer as you all continued on your way back and out of the corn field. “Yeah, of course.” Elijah said.

“Pa won’t mind,” He then said after those first words, and at the reassurance, a smile came back to your face. “Good. I’ll be sure to ask my mama to make y’all some of her cornbread,” You said, clearly excited for the next day to come, and at the name of the food, Elias let out a hum.

“Please do. Ain’t nobody can resist that plate of cornbread,” He said, looking down at you with a smile, and you let out another giggle before you all made it to the edge of the field.

An old barn sat there, one that hadn’t been used in nearly four decades, when slaves were still around here, singing their tunes and slaving away at their work in front of the white man’s eyes. It was a scary place. You heard nothing but stories from your parents. You heard so many of your people were hung in that same barn, their souls seeming to be in the walls as a single gust of wind made the old wood creak and moan. It gave you shivers.

At the barn, his back facing the old wood, and his front facing you guys was the twin’s daddy. Frankie Moore. A mean man, you thought. One you had never seen a smile on since the day you were born. Your smile slowly faded, and your steps stopped at the edge of the field, while the two beside you once were now walking away and to their only living parent.

You looked from the distance as the two boys got to their daddy and after what seemed like a bit of talking you couldn't hear, the three soon started walking off and to the rest of the plantation, where you all lived. But still, you took a few steps forward and let out a small yell.

“See y’all tomorrow!” You said out loud but not a response came from them and no heads turned before they disappeared from your view, behind a building.

After that, you were left alone, nothing but the breeze with you. It almost felt like the touch of God was kissing you as the sun’s little rays that were left from the sunset kissed your skin.

But after a short while, you soon started running, going in the same direction to get back to your house. You knew your parents were waiting for you, probably with the old wooden tub full of the well’s water by your house and a good plate of food.

But still, you couldn't wait to see the twins tomorrow.

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1912

Despite how bad Mississippi looked on the outside… it had its beauty to you, beauty only the people in it could appreciate.

And you were one of them. You were on the porch of your old cottage, the one your grandfather had built with his bare hands. You were sitting on the steps, your legs slightly spread from the knees, while your hands cradled your face, your eyes looking into the glowing sunset that started going down and into the hills beyond.

From the inside of the house, the cries of your newborn baby brother were heard, something you grew tired of as the weeks went by with a new sibling in the house.

But as the sun set, you knew it was your call. Your night of freedom from your parents. It was the same every week. When everyone was asleep, you would sneak out through the window and just go, knowing exactly where you would need to be. You didn't need no light to guide you on your path. It didn't take long to get to Ms. Martha’s house, Mary’s mother.

You met them both through the twins. And you knew why they were there.

You were one of the only few, probably the only one, who knew what happened that night. The night their daddy died, the mean man, as you remembered.

But you never said a word, and you were never scared of the twins for it, either. You could tell there was a reason, but they wouldn't tell you why the man was dead and buried. But you had a hunch you knew what for. You would see a few bruises on the bodies of the twins from over the years… but even then, you wouldn't say anything.

But Mary and her people were good, something different from the other white people in the town. They were people you trusted, whom you knew since you were little. Hence why you were so comfortable going over to their place, especially ever since the twins moved there.

So, that’s what you did tonight. When everyone was asleep, even the baby, you snuck out through the window, your feet bare, with you in a simple dress as you left into the town until you made it to a big house, one you never thought you would ever see or be at when you were little.

It was like a castle in your mind. But you had never been inside, only being able to see the place through the windows during your time there before.

Your feet were quiet against the dirt path as you walked, no lights on in the house, whatsoever, with the sound of cicadas clear in the night, like a late night choir singing for the night and heat.

You walked the side of the house as quietly as you could, and when you got to a certain window at the back, you walked gently toward it, reaching a hand up to tap on it.

Once. Twice. And once again. It took a while for a reply, but after about a minute, you heard something back. A knock. Once. Twice. And triple. That made a small smile appear on your face. You walked away from the window and stayed in the spot you backed up into, waiting.

After what seemed like an eternity in darkness, save for the moonlight, you heard footsteps approaching. Then, you saw them. The twins and Mary, who was walking beside Elias. You smiled at them all and smacked your lips gently. “Took you people long enough,” You said and a small snort came from Elijah, a quiet one.

You remembered how bubbly he was as a boy, but after his daddy’s passing… He changed. Elias didn't, but Elijah… he carried the burden, maybe as a way to protect his little brother.

Elias walked away from Mary and Elijah did the same before they both approached you, and soon, both of their arms surrounded you in a hug and immediately, you hugged them back.

You held them tight because they were your brothers. Not by blood… but by soul.

After a while, you let out a small hum as you let go of them. You were about to greet Mary, but before you did, you couldn't help but look up at the twins… and Elijah’s eyes met yours. You held that gaze for a while before you walked away from them.

Mary gave you a slick smirk, and you gave her a giggle as you opened your arms up for her. “Come here, girl,” You said, and you two were both in your own embrace, silent giggles coming from you both.

The twins turned to look, Elias letting out a smack. “Hey, save some of that for us,” He said with his charming smile, but when both you girls looked at him, you guys had unamused looks to his words.

“Nigga, neva’,,” You said and Mary let out a snort.

“You ain’t never separatin’ us,” Mary said, her accent so distinct. It sounded different to you compared to everyone else's.

Then, you felt Mary grab your ass and you let out a chuckle. Elias looked down at the hand and licked his lips before biting his lower, plush one. Elijah did the same, but rather than bite and lick, he just licked and stared, quietly.

But playfully, Elias then walked toward you two, breaking you guys up. You both let out laughter and chuckles while he pressed Mary’s back against his chest, biting her neck before whispering against her ear, his nose brushing against the ending strands of her brown hair.

You knew they were fucking. It wasn't a surprise. Even when Mary told you, you told her that you knew that the two weren't as secretive as they thought they were.

You backed away, letting the two have their moment before you turned back to Elijah, who looked back at you.

“They kept you up?” You asked, a playful smirk growing on your lips, and Elijah rolled his eyes, crossing his arms while leaning against the big tree behind him.

“Tell me. I bet the whole house heard them bitches fuckin’,” He said and you let out a small snort but soon, Elias’ voice came out.

“Brotha, don't hate just because you ain't gettin’ any pussy,” He said but his smile slightly faltered when Mary gently slapped his shoulder, making the man look down at her and the two were then caught back in hushed whispers, leaving both you and Elijah back to yourselves.

But… you enjoyed the silence between you two.

As the night progressed, the fun still continued. You all were at the tree Elijah was leaning against, the twins against it while you girls were sitting on the ground and in your nighties, you between Elijah’s legs while Mary was between Elias’, your backs against their knees.

You enjoyed this, hearing the twins’ banter, talking to Mary about every bit of drama and gossip you had heard around the town, and just the company of the three.

You were talking about something but soon, your words left your mind when you saw Mary get up from her spot on the ground and in Elias’ arms. You raised a brow at them both but Elijah spoke your mind.

“Where the hell you two goin’?” He asked them, and Mary answered the question.

“You know… back to the house for some fun,” She said as innocently as she could, but out of the two, Stack was the one who wouldn't sugarcoat things.

“Fuckin’,” He said with no embarrassment. “I’ma take her like she’s a damn horse on the track,” When you heard him, you let out a loud laugh, one you quickly silenced when you remembered where you were with the risk of being caught out this late.

You were not in the mood for your parents’ wrath. “Y’all are fuckin’ sick. Weren't y’all just fuckin’?”

“We were,” Elias said. “But I can never get enough,” He said and then, he started attacking Mary’s neck with kisses, prompting her to let out a small ‘Get off, boy,’ but despite her words, the two started walking back to the house, their path filled with kisses and giggles and soon, they were back inside, leaving just you and Elijah.

You assumed that he would want to go back without his other half beside him, so you slowly got up, letting out a small sigh while you stretched your back after having been in that uncomfortable position.

“Um…” Your back was toward the man but then, you looked at him over your shoulder, his arms crossed, and his attention on you, but to look at him fully, you turned around to face him. Your own arms were around your body, almost shyly.

“I should probably be headin’ back home before momma and daddy probably figure somethin’ out,” You said, and Elijah was quiet for a moment.

You took it as your sign to leave, but when you moved your legs to start turning yourself around, your eyes widened and your head turned back when you saw a hand on your upper arm.

“Nah…” He said, quietly. “You can stay… I ain't gon’ bite you,” He said, and you then looked up at his eyes, which were looking back down at yours. Those brown orbs looked like they were holding everything back from being let out to the open.

But you didn't take his words for granted. When he let go of your arm, you slowly started walking but this time, to his side.

You leaned against the tree, standing beside him.

There was silence for a moment, nothing coming to your mind on what you would say to break the silence.

But after a while… that’s when your voice finally came up, but rather than loud and amused compared to when Elias and Mary were here… it was quiet.

“You okay, Elijah?” You asked him, and nothing came back to you.

You thought he wouldn't answer, honestly, given that he was not that much of an emotional guy.

But then, to your surprise, you heard his deep voice. “I’m fine,” He said. “Just… with a full mind,”

You let out a quiet hum at his words. “Yeah…” After that, more silence.

You both looked out to the house, nothing but the night sounding… but soon, you could hear something.

It was faint and you thought it was in your mind… but you could hear a light thump, a continuous one, sounding like the beat of a drum, coming from the house, and when Elijah closed his eyes, a smile grew on your lips.

“They some damn horn-dogs, huh?” “Tell me ‘bout it,” Elijah responded and that is when you started giggling but that giggle was followed by a small moan coming from the house and that just made you laugh harder.

You sneezed a bit into the laugh, and at that, Elijah’s lips slowly turned up slightly into a smirk.

“Why you laughin’?” He asked in an amused tone, looking down at you as you laughed.

“Just…” It took you a while to respond, but soon, your words came out in between laughter. “It’s… It’s so funny to listen to,” You said and Elijah raised a brow.

“It’s funny to hear people fuckin’?” He asked, but he knew what you meant. You could tell when he gently laughed under his breath as your hand hit his shoulder. “You know what I mean,” You said. “Yeah, I do,” Elijah said after your words. “But you know I like teasin’ you,”

“I know you do. Have always done it since we were kids… you always thought since you and Elias were older, y’all could just make fun of me,” Your words came out but Elijab quickly corrected you.

“Nah, not make fun. Tease. You know the difference ‘tween the two, girl?” “You know I do. But all that shit you did wasn't teasin’. It was full-on bullyin’,” Another chuckle, something rare, came from Elijah.

“Y’all were some annoyin’ ass niggas back then…” A snort then came out of you. “Fuck, y’all still are,” You corrected. Elijah shook his head. “Nah… more like lovin’ brothers to they little sis,” You rolled your eyes at the word. “Mhm… sure,”

Despite your face not in his front view, Elijah could practically hear the eye roll.

So, he moved closer and soon, you felt an arm around your neck, not one to cut off your air, and his body close to your side.

“Girl, shut up,” He whispered against your ear but all you could do was laugh, quietly. “Stop…” You whispered but your words held no resentment or anger, just joy to the situation. But even at your plea, he didn't move. “Now you know I won't,” The arm that wasn't around your neck, that hand went to your hip, a respectful spot on your body.

But with the hold, your body relaxed further against his, and when your eyes looked up to look at his, your smile slightly fell. And his did too.

Silence was all you could hear… of course, besides the moaning, but still… it was a peaceful moment between you two.

Oh, how the atmosphere changed so much. It was playful, something you were so used to with Elijah, but now, you felt like Elias and Mary.

Elijah looked down at you, his eyes taking in every single feature about you. The shape of your eyes, the way your curls gently moved, every little mark and embellishment on your beautiful skin… and then at how good-looking your lips looked.

You didn't even realize that Elijah started leaning down toward you until his nose pressed against yours, gently.

“Eli…” You whispered, and all he responded with was a hum.

“Mm?” He made the noise, gently biting his lip as he got closer.

But when he could put his lips on yours, he stopped.

His eyes were lidded, paying attention to all of you while his hand tightened against your hip. “… you want this?” He asked, quietly. And it took you a while to say something back. You wanted to say it was because of how flustered you were both this… which you were, you wouldn't lie.

But… you had known this man for nearly your entire life. If you did this… You knew there was no going back.

…but you loved the risk with it. Rather than respond with words, you responded with action.

You leaned in toward him, your lips meeting his, and soon, you let out a hum when he kissed you back.

Your lips moved against each other, your body turned to face him as your hands went to his shoulders, and his arm around your neck weakened. His hands moved to your lower back the more you kissed, which turned from gentle pecks and pulls to a tongue war, something so lustful, the same thing your pastor warned you about.

You let out a small moan and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeper while your body pressed more against his. You could feel his hand move further down your body and to your ass.

You weren't a stranger to hands there… but to a man’s, you were. His hand felt rougher, bigger compared to Mary’s, but it wasn't something you could complain about. “Eli…” You whispered his name under your breath as his lips moved down, from the corner of your mouth to your jaw… and then down your neck.

And before you knew it, the night went in a direction you never thought it would go into.

You both were on the dirt ground, his body on yours, moving in a rhythm with your hands along his back… pleasure you had never felt in your life.

It hurt at first, you had to admit… but he eased you through it, reassuring you by saying that it was his first time, too. And that made it better for you.

Everything around you disappeared, the sounds of moans and grunts, noises of want, need, lust, coming from you both.

You both went on like there was no tomorrow. Up until hints of the sun started coming up.

This was something you could never imagine… with a man like Elijah. But you could already imagine so many things, things you had never experienced before. Love, passion… maybe a good future for your life.

But you didn't think about the bad things. The things that could also happen.

You didn't think that the sun that was your relationship… would one day fall to the clouds of a storm that would approach it.

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1913 - the present

After having picked up Mary from her house, a secret from her mother, of course, we finally arrived at the place the twins had kept a secret for the night.

Honey and Haint’s. It was a place you had been hearing about for a few weeks now, after it had opened up not too long ago. Of course, your parents didn't want you stepping a foot into this place, but twins... they couldn’t care less.

You were excited to try out your first joint. You all got out of the car, Elias picking Mary up from the car, laughter coming from her as he held her by her waist. Elijah, on the other hand, was less dramatic, something that didn't cause people’s heads nearby to look.

He opened the door for you and took your hand, making you give him a small ‘Thanks’ before he led you out the car, closing the door behind you. You two couples started walking to the entrance of the place, where music and fun was heard coming from inside.

It sounded so loud, like the devil was just luring you in with sound and lights. Elias had set Mary back on the ground and walked alongside you and Elijah as you all walked up the old, creaking steps of the joint and to the door, where two men were sitting, talking to each other but their words stopped and they looked in the direction of you guys but Elias and Mary, they were hidden behind you both.

The man to the right looked up at you and Elijah, but specifically Elijah. The man grew a smile and a laugh that sounded like a crow’s caw before he got up from his seat, the wood creaking even further beneath you all as his knee’s popped from the shift of position. But he couldn't care less, it seemed.

Elijah smiled at the man and reached his hand out to grab his hand. The man pulled him in, hugging him with one arm, the name Haint coming from Elijah, followed by a few words you couldn't quite make out. You assumed he was one of the owners of the place.

When the two stopped talking, Haint then looked at you, eyeing you up and down before looking at Elijah. “When the hell you get a girl, Elijah?” The older man asked, amusement and some slur from alcohol in his words. As a response, Elijah let out a small scoff but shook his head. “Mind ya business, old man, and let us in,” With his head, he gestured to the door, and Haint let out another loud laugh.

“Come on in, nephew! Make yourself at home!” He said, and with a knock at the door, the other man sitting down pushed the door open, showing the party that was inside. Your eyes widened, seeming to light up at the sight of someone unknown. Elijah then took your hand and led you inside. You were ready for it all, but when you took another step, you were suddenly stopped, and you felt Elijah’s hand tighten around yours. You looked at him, a look of confusion clear on your face, but then, you saw him looking back behind you two. So, you did the same, and you could see why.

Elias and Mary never made it in with you guys. They were at the door, not just Haint but the other man now standing in front of them, Haint’s hand on Elias’ chest. It looked to you like they couldn't come in.

“Nah…” Elijah whispered under his breath, and soon, his hand left yours and he started walking toward where he was before. You knew not to stop him and instead, walking behind him, your chest against his back as you looked at what was before you.

“What the hell’s goin’ on?” He asked, ready to defend his brother, his other half. It was crazy how his mood shifted from happy and reminiscent of Haint to annoyed, defensive. After saying a few words to Elias, Haint looked back at Elijah, giving you a good look at Elias and Mary.

Elias looked pissed as hell, holding onto Mary, who’s brows were furrowed with her lips caught in a grimace.

“Now… you know me, Elijah. What I’ve been through in my life,” Haint began saying. “I accept you both like a damn package,” He gestured toward Elias but then, he looked at Mary.

“But I ain’t lettin’ no white people in my place,”

Oh… that’s what. Elijah let out a scoff. “You are damn ridiculous for that shit, Haint,” Elijah knew how bad the white folk down here were… hell, he would probably be the same as Haint… but Mary was family. He couldn't do this shit to her.

“Negro, the day you own a joint, you come to me, talkin’ ‘bout some shit like that,” Haint said and Elijah took a step forward but you quickly put a hand to his chest, rubbing it while Elias spoke up.

“Nah, brotha, don’t worry,” Elias quickly straightened himself out, shifting in his steps. “Y’all go, I’ll handle this shit with this fuckin’ jackass,” Haint’s neck could have broke with the way his twisted it to look at the younger twin. Elijah also looked back at his brother, but at the same time, he eyed everything.

The man in his seat straightening up. The shotgun rested beside him. They didn't need no trouble tonight.

But at the same time, he would roll for his brother. “If somethin’ happen to either one of you, I’m breakin’ fists, somewhere,” Just like his daddy… his words were always a promise, never just words. With that, Elijah took your hand back, which you never noticed he let go of. “Come on, baby,” He said, quietly, and with that, he turned back around and started walking into the juke but you couldn’t help but turn your head over your shoulder as you looked at Elias talking to Haint. But then, when you made it to the dancing crowd, they disappeared from you, and soon, you were swept into the magic of blues and liquor.

It was like church. A bunch of people dancing, shouting, music playing from everywhere it seemed… but like God, lust was everywhere, and alcohol was more involved rather than just a simple little peck of wine during communion. But still, you were taken by it all. It was a new feeling. There were bodies all around you, even with Elijah leading you through different people. Laughter, singing, everything.

Elijah walked to the bar, getting drinks. He would never get a drink for you, he quoted once. He didn't want you to ever take a sip of alcohol, unlike him. He didn't want to tarnish your innocence, which was far from gone.

But with the drinks… more started. You both started dancing, nothing too troubling, but it started to turn more fun. You both got caught in the crowd, and soon, you both were practically grinding against each other to the beats. And then, Elias and Mary managed to get in, Elias convincing Haint with whatever words he said. And that made everything much more fun. Of course, with you all together, things got better.

As the night progressed, however, things started to wind down within the group, as well as the music, which seemed to shape the mood, itself. The last time you were inside, Elias and Mary were at a table, the both of them making out as sloppily as liquor could make it.

But for you and Elijah, you both were now outside, at the side of the building, where you could still hear the heart of the place.

You were sitting on Elijah’s lap while he was sitting on a wooden crate, his back against the building, while he smoked a cigarette that he was offered by someone he knew inside. He inhaled and soon exhaled the smoke while you both looked out at the trees, not too far from you guys. Well, Elijah was. You are just there, fiddling with the string that was hanging from your dress, one you would cut off when you got home. You guys were talking random mess, just about your days.

But then, when the conversation ended and silence blanketed you both… that’s when you spoke up again.

“…you think we’ll get married one day?” You asked and despite Elijah not tensing up behind you, no words came out of him for a long while. “…what makes you ask that?” He asked before putting his cigarette to his lips.

You gently shrugged your shoulders at his question. “Don’t know,” “Don’t lie to me, girl,” It was like a damn gift that Elijah could spot a lie a mile away, it impressed you. You let out a small and amused scoff, shifting on his lap while crossing your arms. “I was listenin’ to my mama earlier today. She was talkin’ to some lady ‘bout how I should already be thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ a man,”

Those words irked Elijah. He didn't outwardly express that, however. He didn't like your momma. Hell, he didn't like your daddy, either. All for multiple reasons, but this reason was because of the fact that they both tried to force too much life on you. You never got a chance at education at a young age, and now, they are already talking about marriage for you. He rolled his eyes and let the smoke from his cigarette come from his nose, which you could feel against the back of your neck.

“I’ma need you to tell that old-ass woman to shut her trap when she gets a chance,” Despite the disrespect against your momma, you couldn't help but let out a scoff. “That’ll give me an early grave,” “Then I’ll join right beside you,” His words were quick after yours, which made your heart beat for him even more.

But still, the topic about the future stood. “Well… maybe I’m also thinkin’ ‘bout it,” Your words were quieter than before, and to that, more silence followed before Elijah spoke back in a single word. “Explain,” He said, and you let out a sigh and swallowed before looking up at him. “I mean… come on, Elijah. You don't see anythin’ with us? Marriage… kids?” His body tensed up at those words, but he still after nonchalant. “Never said that, baby,” He said back to him, but this time, you hit him back with more words.

“But your body’s already tellin’ me an answer,” Which meant that you had a feeling that he wasn't ready for this conversation. Elijah rolled his shoulders and took one more drag of his cigarette before mindlessly throwing it to the side, away from the wood. Then, his hand made it to the front of your neck, and he tilted your head back until you were looking into his eyes. “Hey…” His thumb gently rubbed your chin.

“I ain’t never said that, baby,” He repeated those words. His thumb then trailed to your lower lip. “You mean the world to me… and I would give anythin’ for you. Heaven, hell… I would bring them both here for you,” His eyes were serious, just as much as his words.

“…I wanna make you my wife, one day,” He then said. “I wanna make you mine… make a house from my hands… one that can shelter you and our kids… protect our family,” He leaned down until his nose was at yours and you couldn't help but let your eyes close.

“Really, baby?” You asked in a whisper, your stomach twisted with butterflies. “Really,” He reassured you. “I wanna give you everythin’ you want… includin’ eternity,” That was what took you. With those words, you leaned up and let your lips meet his. His hand slightly tightened at your neck as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head a bit while letting his hand that was fiddling with your lip move to your hair, putting a gentle grip on it.

But after a while, the kiss broke, prompted by you and your eyes opened to look up at his. “I love you, baby…” You whispered to him and your hand then gently went to the side of his face. He was quiet for a moment, staring back at you as if his mind was working. But then, he spoke up.

“…love you too, girl,” With that, he leaned back down and kissed you again, sealing your love. You missed him back without any hesitation and let your hand move to the back of his neck.

Like before, when you first let his body feel against yours, the night your love started, you weren't thinking about the negatives that could come from this, the consequences.

Everything seemed to be beautiful now… but you couldn't see the clouds beginning to loom over your sun, thunder rumbling in the distance. You couldn't see the future that would hurt your poor, innocent heart.

And you wouldn't be ready for it, either.

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heartsforseo · 1 year ago

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Straw hats with a member/ S/o who still sleeps with plushies.

A/n: so I’ve been gone for almost 2 months but shhh I got some motivation now😼😼. PLUS I got this inspo from reading something somewhere. SO TY FOR GIVING ME THE THINGY TO WRITE AGAIN. request=open requested: <yes> <no> wc:970 ft: the straw hats (excluding chopper) warning: ??

⭑Luffy honestly wouldn’t care. If he ever crashes into your room (girls' room) and sleeps on your bed, he’d even shove the stuff toys away.

⭑When he sees your pouting/sad face he’d be clueless and continue whining for you to hop on the bed with him.

⭑When you finally told him why you were mad, he just tilted his head and let out a LONG sigh

⭑Would use his gum-gum abilities and get all your stuffy back in the bed (while groaning. He does NOT want to share)

⭑Speaking of sharing, why coddle a plushie when you have Luffy? Would def get jealous and maybe even tear one of them.

⭑P.s. He did…

⭑Zoro, just like Luffy, couldn’t be bothered. He’d probably think of it as a design at first. I mean, a pirate sleeping with plushies??? That’s rare

⭑But as the creator said, everyone in the crew is a weird person. So, here you are—in your room. Shock and in awe.

⭑Believe it or not, Zoro was sleeping with one of your plushies (that looked like a reindeer…)

⭑He had always denied sleeping next/with them. (Only if you convinced him enough, he’d let out a groan but still follow)

⭑You’d have to tease him about it now. I mean, Zoro sleeping before you??? Shocking with that 3 hrs sleep schedule.

⭑And a certain chef might’ve heard what you’ve said and used it against a certain swordsman…

⭑Nami, would even tax the poor plushies:~((

⭑Jokes aside, she’ll think of it as cute and nice decorations. They’re cuddly, colorful, and good for distress.

⭑But sometimes there’s a limit. She couldn’t even sleep on her OWN bed cuz of how many you got.

⭑Would roll her eyes when she saw you pout and give you a 35% discount.

⭑To help you get “rid” (as she says) of plushies, she’ll take a mini tangerine and place it on her work desk.

⭑Now she talks to it after dinner, drawing the map of the world.

⭑Ussop I’d say would make a story about how he once traveled to a stuffed toy island.

⭑Everything there was colorful, soft, and cuddly! He’d even point at one of your plushies and say he met them on the island!

⭑Your plushie would just stare and stare and stare… Until Ussop had to let out a fake cough and do his other stuff.

⭑He’d ask for your permission to get one of your plushies for support. (You said yes ofc).

⭑Now, whenever he has to modify Nami’s weapon/ whenever he’s alone from the group—he’ll hold the small plushie tightly and hug it, waiting for ideas to pop up.

⭑Sanji the beigest of them all. I could see Sanji:

⭑1) getting jealous about it. You have a whole husband in front of you. And you’re picking the plushie to cuddle…THAN HIM?!

⭑Would give the plushie dirty stares (especially if it was given by someone not him/by his crew)

⭑When you’re doing something else, he’d wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your neck.

⭑He’d give the plushie a smirk and laugh a bit. (Nurse gising na po sya)

⭑OR

⭑2) Sanji would write that down in his “All about Y/n!” Notebook and put hearts all over it.

⭑He would give you plushies, and on every island you visit, he insists on getting you at least one stuffed animal.

⭑Would even sculpt one of his foods as your plushie.

⭑Plus he’d get all giddy iddy when he sees you coddling the plushie he bought. It’s really satisfying to see when the person you love appreciates what they give you.

⭑Robin would let out a smile and maybe even tease you (when she's feeling it)

⭑Might get jealous when you're spending more of your time with them. She's your crew member and s/o, you should focus on her!

⭑She once woke up with your back in front of her, and you were cuddling your plushie.

⭑Sad to say you couldn't find your stuffies for a week… :(

⭑But Robin was there for you!

⭑In the end, it was a win-win situation!

⭑FRANKY FOUND IT CUTE CUTE CUTE.

⭑While you were worrying about how he'll react (unknowingly to you, he already found out and named one of them cola jr.) Franky already made a small plushie (robot) that does the SUPEERRRRRRR with him.

⭑When he saw you sad that one of your plushies got teared up, he'd secretly take it and repatch it (w/h metal scraps)

⭑Would sweat when you confronted him about it, and even DENY IT.

⭑"Franky you're the only one I know that'd use metal scraps for repair…"

⭑"Oh."

⭑Brook is a cutie patootie.

⭑He already knows what you like, from the panties you wear to the plushies you like!

⭑Would make one of those and have some delightful little tea parties. If you're too occupied to join in, why not let your mini-version take part instead?

⭑Anyways, if you'd ever show him a soul king merch/plushie. HE'D FLY OVER THE MOONN.

⭑He didn't know they were selling those! Especially when the cane he has can be removed and shown as a knife.

⭑Our good boy Jinbe.

⭑While on his trip, he saw a lot of them. But of course wouldn't bother to buy one.

⭑I mean, you're on a business trip for sake. And a pirate should always be ready and need no time for aesthetics.

⭑Well, that's what he thought BEFORE he met you. When he saw your room he was SHOOK

⭑How did you have time for all of this? How were you gonna sleep? How will you keep them clean?

⭑Many thoughts were roaming in his head. But when he saw your adoring smile, he made up his mind and would do anything to make you happy.

⭑Even keeping your plushies clean.

A/n: I hope you all enjoyed it. nd sorry for the almost 2-month break.

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queenbee298 · 5 months ago

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Poppy Playtime x Gender Neutral reader “Finally Free” Part 2

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Before I start the story, I want to say thank you for the likes on Part 1 of this story and A shoutout to @scally-wiggles716 for making my profile picture. If you guys have some suggestions or requests for some future stories, please don’t hesitate to ask and comment. Now let’s begin.

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After you and your new family finished dinner, you took the glasses and plates and placed them in the sink. You’ll wash them later. Speaking of washing, the toys needed a bath. You needed a shower as well.

You all were dirty covered with dirt and blood. You didn’t know how you were going to clean Doey or Poppy. Poppy probably needed to be wiped down and her hair washed. Kissy, Yarnaby, and Dogday would need her fur washed and brushed. Doey on the other hand, would be a challenge, you could soak him in soapy water and try to knead his dry.

Y/N: “Hey Doey can you follow me upstairs.”

Doey: “Sure! Here I come, Bud!’’

The two of you headed upstairs and into the bathroom.

Y/N: “Can you look for body wash, towels, shampoo, and conditioner. I want to give you guys a bath and washed Kissy, Dogday and Poppy’s hair/fur.”

Doey gave you a thumbs up and looked through your bathroom closet and found the supplies you needed for the bath. You prepared some warm water and bubbles for the toys and called up the others upstairs.

The mini critters were bathe first due to them being the smallest other than Poppy. You’ll clean her second last since you wanted you find her now clothes then her casual dress.

The mini critters were bathe first and Doey helped you clean them. The water was warm enough so Doey didn’t have to worry about the temperature. The mini critters had a ball in the tub. They were splashing and swimming were each other.

After there bath was over, you drained the water and prepared new water for Kissy. Doey took a towel and wrap they up like a big burrito. They were in your bedroom. You had a heater in your room so they would be nice and warm.

Kissy’s bath was next. The bath water was running and you had you hair products for Kissy. You had Japanese Cherry Blossom shampoo. I tell you it was not easy cleaning Kissy. She was an 8 feet tall toy was knots of tangled fur, but you tried your best with cleaning her.

After you got her cleaned up, you got her a towel, but she was going to do something. You knew what she was up to. She was soaking wet and she would shake the rest of the water off herself.

Y/N: “Kissy, No! I swear to God if you do…”

But that didn’t stop her from shaking to water off her and onto you and the bathroom floor. You were soaked and the floor was slippery. You glared at Kissy, and she was amused. She let out a few giggles. She patted you head as a way to apologize since she can’t talk.

After your little shower, you patted her down so you could get some more water off her. Now that she wasn’t as wet as before, you took a blow dryer and brush. You sat her on the toilet and got to work.

After 20-30 minutes, you were done. She was soaking wet fluffy and warm. You took her to your bedroom with the others. The mini critters were playing tag around your room, talking with Doey, or jumping on your bed.

Y/N: “Be careful. Poppy, before I start you bath, I want to find or make you some clothes other then your dress.”

You and Poppy looked through your closet for some fabric or little clothes.

Poppy: “What about this? I think I can fit this.”

It was an old shirt for some old dolls you had as a child. They will be perfect for Poppy.

You prepared her bath in the sink since she was smaller.

Once she was settled in her bath, you took her pigtails off and began to clean her. After a while of silence, she spoke up.

Poppy: “Angel…

Y/N: “Yes, Poppy?”

Poppy: “Words can’t describe how thankful I am that you took us in… even for what I did.”

Y/N: “Poppy, it’s okay. What matters is that we’re out the factory together. I won’t blame you for what happened. You were afraid and trapped for years. But I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you or others as l am here.’’

Poppy: “….Thank you, Angel.

She laid her head your hand. She felt so safe with you.

After her bath, she blow-dried her and her hair and put the little pajamas on her. They were blue and white striped pajamas with stars. She looked extremely cute with they on.

You took Yarnaby to the bathroom next, like Kissy, Yarnaby needed his mane washed and combed. His name was worse then Kissy’s fur. You tried your best to detangle his mane. He was soaking wet and he was going to wet the water off himself.

Y/N: “Yarnaby… Please don’t.”

But he didn’t and shook the water off his body. The mess was worse than Kissy’s. Water splashed on the walls, the mirrors, the cabinets and you.

You sighed in annoyance and blow dried his mane.

Dogday was next. You prepared new water for him.

Dogday: “Angel?”

Y/n: “Hmm?”

Dogday: “I still want to thank you for saving me, finding my legs, and taking us into your home. If there is anything I can do to repay you, name it.”

Y/n: “Dogday, you don’t have to do anything. I just want you all to have a safe, loving home.”

Dogday: “…I still want to help you.”

Y/n: “You want to help me? Just stay with me. I just want you all to be here.”

Dogday didn’t say anything. He just smiled.

After you washed him, he was soaking wet and he had that look on his face.

Y/n: “Please don’t.”

Dogday: “Heh. Sorry, Angel.”

He shook his body and all the water went on you, the walls, and the floors. You don’t say anything, but glared at Dogday.

Dogday: “Hehe. Sorry.”

You forgave him and blow dried his fur. Now he really smelled like vanilla.

After you cleaned up the water, you prepared for the main challenge, Doey. You prepared his bath water nice warm water for Doey and called him in the bathroom.

As he was in the bathtub and you tried to clean him, you tried to start a conversation with him.

Y/N: “So big fella, how are things going for you?”

Doey: “Hehe, I’ve never felt so happy now! I’m with all my friends and I’m with you now!”

Y/N: “ Aww thanks big guy. <3”

After his bath, you tried to dry him off, but the water absorbed into his body.

Now that everyone was cleaned, you went downstairs and brought back some pillows, blankets, and an air mattress for the toys. Once the bedding was situated, you got some pajamas for yourself and went to take a shower.

After you were finished with your shower, I decided to go to bed. You saw the toys were all ready asleep. Kissy and Poppy were snuggled up with each other like how that were in the car .The mini critters were spread other on both beds around Kissy, Dogdayand Doey. You crawled into bed, near Doey and Dogday and l laid down with the mini critters.

Y/N: “Good night guys, Sweet Dreams.”

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8:43am. Doey woke up before for the other toys, but he notice something was missing. NO! Someone is missing. Angel wasn’t in bed.

Doey: “Psst, Poppy, Dogday!?”

Dogday: “What’s going on!?”

Poppy: “ Ugh, what’s wrong, Doey?

Doey: “Angel’s gone!”

Poppy and Dogday: “WHAT!?”

Poppy, Dogday, and Doey searched the house for Angel, but they were nowhere to be found.

Poppy: “Oh my gosh, where did they go!?

Doey: “How should I know!?”

Doey snapped at Poppy, Dogday calmed him down.

Doey: “I’m sorry… We need to alert the others and try to think of ways to find Y/N.”

10 minutes later, Poppy, Dogday, and Doey woke up the others and just like them, the other toys were in a panic too. Kissy and Yarnaby were worrying you abandoned them as Poppy tried to comfort them. The mini critters were scared asking Doey and Dogday what were they going to do.

Doey: “Everyone settle down, we need to remain calm and check if Y/N’s still around or if they left.”

Poppy hoped that was not the answer, she didn’t want you to leave. After all those years alone.

But after Doey finished his sentence, the door rattled and opened. It was you with bags of foods and clothes. Before you could set your bags down, the toys rushed to you and crushed you into a bear hug.

Y/N: “Whoa, whoa, guys. What’s the matter?”

Doey: “Nothing, we just missed you.”

Poppy: “ We thought you left us!”

Dogday: “Please don’t leave again!”

You smiled and hugged them back.

Y/N: “Aw, don’t worry. I’ll never leave you guys.”

The hug lasted a couple minutes before you broke out the hug and headed to the kitchen. You left an hour ago to go shopping for food, drinks, candy, clothes, and toys for your new family.

You prepared eggs, hash browns, bacon, and pancakes for your new family. It was 9:37am and you finished breakfast. The toys rushed to the kitchen and sat down at the table. As the toys are and chat with each other you think about how worry they were when you left. Next time you’ll be more careful next time you leave.

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Hello readers of this mediocre story, I hope you enjoyed this story. It took 4 hours to made 🥲. But if you want to request something, don’t hesitate to ask.

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erodasfishtacos · 1 month ago

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The Bikini Top That Started It ||FWB!H ||

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YN didn’t know why she felt so off the entire next day at work.

There was no specific trigger she could point to—no hangover, no fight, no tangible reason for the discomfort prickling beneath her skin.

But she could link it to knowing that she felt it instantly after getting her own car after saying ‘goodbye’ to Harry.

The moment she stepped into the office that morning, everything felt... misaligned.

Her usual rhythm was gone.

Tasks she could normally do with her eyes closed took longer, her mind drifting constantly, and her body felt disconnected, almost like she was watching herself go through the motions from a few feet above.

It didn’t take long for Georgia to notice.

After her own presentation mid-morning, Georgia made a detour into YN’s office.

She leaned casually against the doorframe, but there was a suspicion in the way she was looking at YN.

“You’re not hungover, are you?” She asked, tilting her head slightly, “You alright?”

YN managed a quick nod, followed by a small, forced smile,“Yeah. Just… tired, I guess.”

It wasn’t a lie, not exactly.

She was tired—but more in the emotional, soul-crushing way than physically.

She was exhausted by the whirlwind of last night, the closeness, the intimacy, the thrill—and now, this strange emotional hangover she couldn’t seem to shake.

She wished she could tell Georgia everything.

She always told her everything.

Georgia was her best friend, her rock, her sounding board through every high and low.

Maybe if she shared what had happened, what was happening, Georgia could help her make sense of why she felt like this.

But it was too deep now.

Too far gone.

What she had with Harry didn’t feel like something she could hand over for analysis just yet.

It was special, wrapped in something soft and untouchable.

So she kept it quiet, close to her chest.

Part of it was selfishness.

She wanted to keep it hers for just a little while longer.

And another part—the bigger one, maybe was fear.

Fear that once other people knew, once it left the cocoon of secrecy, it would change.

Shift and maybe even end.

Because if she admitted it out loud, it would suddenly feel real.

And if it was real, it could break.

The restlessness hadn’t left her all day.

It sat in her chest like an itch she couldn’t reach, an unsettled fluttering that made her check her phone more often than she should, hoping for a text, a message, anything.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe properly until she saw him again.

Did he enjoy their night?

Did she do a good job?

It was all this anxiety spurring around whether or not she had pleased him when she knew she did, she had clear evidence dripping down her thighs on the drive home that he had but it was still eating at her because she just wanted to be good for him and she hoped that she had been.

Georgia wouldn’t tell anyone if YN asked her not to.

That wasn’t the issue but Georgia—subtle as she could be was always observant.

Always catching things others didn’t.

If she knew, even subconsciously, she’d start noticing things.

Little glances, lingering touches, moments where Harry and YN looked at each other for just a second too long.

She’d piece it together, not because she meant to but because she couldn't help it.

And YN didn’t want anyone looking at them like that.

Especially not Georgia.

Because Georgia would remind her that this might not be a good idea.

That despite all the chemistry, all the history, there were things at play here that could make everything fall apart.

Georgia knew YN had always had a little thing for Harry.

It was an old joke among their group, really—a harmless little crush that had bloomed years ago when they first met.

Back when Harry was still dating Lauren, and YN was still tangled up in things with Ben.

She never admitted the depth of it, how often he crossed her mind, how her stomach flipped every time he smiled in her direction.

It faded in and out, when things were going alright with Ben - she thought much less about him, maybe fleeting or admiring how pretty his smile is from afar but nothing more than that.

When things were going poorly with Ben, that’s when she would be hyper aware of what a gentleman Harry was.

The way Harry would pull out chairs for Lauren, the way he always seemed to be attuned to her needs—refilling her drink without being asked, checking on her without being annoying.

The way he touched her, casually but consistently, that steady arm around her shoulders, the quiet presence at her side.

YN found herself wondering what it felt like to be in her place.

Not to be Lauren.

Just… to be his.

She told herself it was normal.

Everyone had crushes.

But there was one night, one very specific night, that changed everything.

It was almost five months ago now.

A week before Harry and Lauren split up.

About a month before she and Ben finally fell apart completely.

They were at Jessa’s parents’ vacation home on the lake, just a few hours out of the city.

It was a stunning place—, big windows overlooking the water, and a wrap-around deck where the group gathered for drinks most nights.

YN just wanted to go home.

The whole thing was supposed to be carefree -swimming, drinking, boating, lazy afternoons in hammocks and loud, wine-drunk dinners.

A friend group reunion where everyone could unwind.

But all YN could feel was the constant pressure in her chest—the heaviness that came from being surrounded by happy, touchy couples while her own relationship teetered on the edge of collapse.

Ben had been picking fights since they pulled out of the driveway, and YN was no longer biting her tongue.

She was too tired to pretend anymore, every word between them was tinged with irritation.

Harry, though… Harry was different.

He had a calmness to him that put her at ease, over the last couple years, they'd gotten close in a quiet way— just shared conversations and glances that lingered too long.

They didn’t text every day, didn’t hang out one-on-one, but when they talked, it was deeper than anything she ever managed with Ben.

Their conversations felt safe and real, like being seen without having to ask for it.

It was the first night at the lake house.

A big drinking game had started on the back deck—flip cup, then beer pong—but YN and Harry had quietly opted out after the first round, drifting away from the table.

It wasn’t intentional.

Their seats were just next to each other.

Then one topic turned into another, and the game quickly became background noise.

He had a few beers in him.

Not drunk, but loosened enough to speak more freely than usual.

They started with her promotion—she was newly promoted at work, and Harry was genuinely interested, asking thoughtful questions about what it meant, what she wanted to do with it.

Then the conversation shifted, he admitted, almost shyly, how overwhelmed he was with his business, how being self-employed, with no employees, meant that every responsibility was his—and that sometimes, the weight of it crushed him a little.

He got quieter, more serious, as he spoke about his mom, about how she couldn’t afford a medication she needed a few years back, and how that moment lit something in him.

That was when he knew he needed to build something sustainable—not just for himself, but to be able to take care of her.

The way he talked about her was so soft, protective, grateful—it nearly undid YN.

Her eyes prickled with tears she didn’t want to explain.

It was rare, so rare, to see a man speak so openly and lovingly about his mother.

The game was wrapping up, noise and movement shifted their way.

Ben was slowly stumbling toward her, drink in hand.

Lauren was making her way toward Harry, too, giggling and clearly far too drunk, her voice shrill even before she got close.

And that’s when Harry said it—quiet, like it slipped out without permission.

“Thanks for listening. I can’t talk to Lauren like this.”

YN blinked at him, caught off guard, a response was forming on her tongue—What? Talk about your feelings? but she swallowed it.

Instead, she leaned over and squeezed his knee gently, a reassurance, “You can talk to me anytime, Harry.”

He looked at her then, really looked at her.

There was a sadness there she hadn’t expected.

His hand, warm and steady, wrapped around hers, “You're too sweet, you know that?”

She barely had time to process it before Lauren practically collapsed into his lap, laughing and wrapping her arms around him.

YN pulled her hand back immediately, heart skipping.

Lauren didn’t notice—too drunk, too loud, too focused on getting Harry’s attention.

But YN noticed.

And so did Harry.

The next day, the heat was vicious.

Most of the group had migrated down to the lake to cool off, but the core crew—Mitch, Hailee, Georgia, Jessa, Niall, Harry, and Ben—had stayed back at the house pool.

Lauren had tried to coax Harry to join her and her friends at the lake, but he’d refused, gently but firmly.

YN had watched the tension build in Lauren’s posture before she stormed off with a passive-aggressive comment under her breath.

Harry’s jaw tightened, she saw the way he stared after her like he wanted to shout something—but didn’t.

Instead, he just turned back to the pool and slipped into the water like nothing had happened.

YN and Ben hadn’t been having a good morning.

He’d woken her up—twice trying to initiate sex even after she told him no.

She was exhausted, emotionally and physically, and had made a snide comment about his "functioning hand" and the lotion in the bathroom which sparked a meltdown.

He slammed the bathroom door, only to storm out moments later, furious that she hadn’t chased after him.

It was always like that—she was either cruel for ignoring him or manipulative for engaging.

She was so tired of the drama, of walking on eggshells, of being made to feel like she was impossible to love.

She didn’t want to be here.

No, she would much rather be at her own apartment and away from all the alcohol, all the mean girls, and most importantly she wanted to be away from her own boyfriend which was pathetic.

She didn’t want to think about how he'd casually mentioned engagement the night before, and how she’d had to fight the urge to physically gag at the idea.

YN was at the point of knowing that she needed to break up with him, she thought about it everyday but hesitated constantly because she didn’t want to do with the meltdown that he would have, the messiness that would be their breakup because he was convinced that they were going to get married.

But it was fine.

At some point while everyone was chatting, Harry swam up beside her, casual, but with serious eyes—as he asked, “Alright?”

YN nodded subtly, but she knew it didn’t match her demeanor—her body was tense, her jaw tight, and she hadn’t managed even the faintest smile.

Harry’s frown deepened, eyes narrowing slightly, “What’s wrong?”

But before she could answer, Niall was yelling something at Harry, pulling his attention away, and by the time he turned back to ask again, YN had already swum off—wanting to avoid the conversation entirely.

Someone decided that it would be a good idea to play chicken.

YN was perched on Ben’s shoulders, legs wrapped around his neck awkwardly for balance.

Hailee was on Mitch’s.

It was chaotic and loud—everyone laughing, cheering, the water sloshing around them in waves.

YN was laughing too, even if it felt a little forced, until suddenly—she toppled off Ben’s shoulders.

One second she was upright, and the next she was plunging under the surface, her mouth open in a surprised gasp that filled with water.

She came up sputtering, blinking chlorine from her eyes, heart pounding.

Something didn’t feel right.

Then the cold hit her chest, bare skin where there should have been fabric.

Her bikini top was gone.

Instinctively, her hands flew to her breasts, trying to cover as much as she could.

And there was Ben grinning like an idiot, waving her neon pink bikini top in the air like it was some kind of sick trophy.

He let out a loud, mocking catcall, “Wooo! There are the girls!”

YN flinched in horror, the noise drawing attention to her.

When she turned toward him, she saw the glint in his eye—playful, smug, and entirely unkind.

“Ben, stop,” She squeaked, voice cracking as she reached for the top with one hand, still desperately trying to shield herself with the other, “Please, give it back.”

Her chest was half-exposed, at least one nipple visible, and the realization made her stomach turn.

“What do I get for giving it back?” Ben teased, his voice boyish and cruel.

He laughed as he held the top just out of her reach, standing a head taller than her in the water.

It was the kind of joke a schoolyard bully would make—mean-spirited, immature, humiliating.

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.

She felt small.

Exposed.

Powerless.

Her boyfriend—the person who was supposed to protect her, make her feel safe was the one putting her through this.

He didn’t care that other people could see her, didn’t care that she was clearly distressed.

And then, like the final punchline to his awful little joke, he whipped the bikini top out of the pool and flung it toward the grass, where it landed in a limp, fluorescent pile.

That was it.

Tears were streaming freely now—hot with embarrassment and shame.

No one was laughing anymore.

She heard someone mutter under their breath, quiet but cutting.

“That’s kind of fucked up.”

It was Niall.

And then, everything happened fast.

Water splashed violently as Harry stormed across the pool, his expression thunderous.

His jaw was clenched, chest heaving slightly as he shoved Ben back with both hands, nearly knocking him off balance.

“What the fuck is your issue?” He roared, loud enough that it echoed.

Ben stumbled, caught off guard, arms flailing for balance, “Jesus, relax—”

But Harry was already turning away from him, walking through the water toward YN.

She froze.

She’d never seen him this angry—never even close.

It was intense, nearly frightening in its rawness but when he reached her, his expression shifted—anger still simmering beneath the surface, but his voice was calm and firm.

“Get out of the pool,” He said, not a question, “Walk in front of me.”

She knew she looked pitiful—her soaked hair clinging to her cheeks, red-rimmed eyes, lips trembling as she tried to keep her arms folded tightly over her chest.

“Look the other fuckin’ way!” Harry snapped over his shoulder at the group.

His hand pressed gently to her lower back, guiding her forward with quiet urgency.

Her cheeks were hot and flushed, not just from shame, but from the self-consciousness she’d carried for so long—her chest was small, her nipples puffy in a way Ben had often joked about.

She hated that people had seen her like this, hated that it had happened in front of him.

Harry steered her to the side of the pool where the lounge chairs were, grabbed his crumpled t-shirt from a cushion, and without a word, pulled it gently over her head.

He held it carefully so that she was covered the entire time, only letting go when her arms were through the sleeves and the oversized fabric draped over her hips.

“Thank you,” She sniffled, voice shaky, weak.

Her cheeks burned hotter.

She didn’t know if she was more embarrassed that people had seen the most insecure part of her body… or that her boyfriend had been the one to expose it, to ridicule her when she was vulnerable.

It was overwhelming.

It was shameful.

Harry’s voice was soft again, quieter now. “I ca—”

“I’m, uh…” She cut in, shaking her head, trying to keep her voice even, it cracked anyway, “I’m just going to go to my room for a bit.”

He didn’t get a chance to respond.

She was already scurrying off, the hem of his shirt clinging to her wet skin as she fled.

Ben followed eventually.

His apology was weak at best.

More of a backhanded dismissal—mumbling things like, “You can’t take a joke,” and “Sorry you don’t have a sense of humor.”

The cherry on top: “They’re just tits.”

YN kicked him out twice.

She didn’t show her face the rest of the day.

By the time Ben returned to the room to get ready for dinner, she hadn’t moved from the bed.

Her back was to him, knees drawn up toward her chest beneath the covers, the TV playing some trashy reality show on low volume.

This wasn’t how she’d imagined her vacation.

Ben came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and an annoyed scowl on his face.

“Why aren’t you getting ready? The dinner reservation’s at seven. Everyone’s going.”

“I don’t feel like it,” YN said softly, voice flat.

She didn’t look at him.

Ben huffed like he was the one being inconvenienced, “Are you seriously still throwing a temper tantrum about earlier?”

She swallowed down the hurt, tried to steady the anger swirling just beneath her skin, “I said I don’t feel like it.”

“Whatever,” He muttered, grabbing a shirt from his suitcase, “I don’t want you to come if you’re going to have a piss-poor attitude anyway. Fucking bullshit. You always manage to find something wrong.”

The house was empty.

Everyone had gone out to dinner.

YN stayed behind.

Eventually, after some mindless comfort TV and a generous handful of junk food, she started to feel the tight grip on her chest begin to loosen.

One of her favorite things to do was go for a night swim—when the sun was setting, and the sky turned neon orange and pink, and the air was still warm but quiet.

So she changed into a fresh bathing suit, assuming her old top was still out on the grass where it had landed, and made her way outside.

The pool was still.

Peaceful.

Exactly what she needed.

She brought a book with her, propping her elbows on the edge of the pool as she read.

“S’that book any good?”

YN screams, a girlish high-pitched yelp because when the fuck did Harry appear?

He was standing towards the shallow end of the pool, still in his short swim shorts and a fresh shirt.

“Jesus,” YN puts a hand on her chest, “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Harry’s mouth curved into a soft smile, eyes crinkling with amusement.

“Sorry, darling,” he said gently, voice teasing but careful, his steps slow as he approached the edge of the pool.

His voice was warm—teasing, but careful.

Darling.

He’d called that a few times when they’d have private conversations but never in front of others.

“What are you doing here? Why didn’t you go to dinner?” YN asks with confusion, she does a quick glance around and doesn’t see Lauren or anyone else for that matter.

Harry eased down beside her, slipping his feet into the water.

“Lauren and I weren’t getting along,” He admitted, watching the ripples curl away from his ankles, “I needed a break. She wasn’t too happy about earlier.”

YN wanted to point out that he hadn’t even spent any of the day with her and he needed a break already.

YN’s brows pinched. “Earlier?”

He let out a dry, humorless laugh and shook his head, “Yeah. Georgia told her what happened. She told me I overstepped, that I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Then she asked if I saw your tits.”

YN rolled her eyes, the sound more tired than annoyed, “Did you tell her not to worry? That there’s nothing to see anyway?”

Harry’s eyes snapped to hers, his jaw tightening, “Why would you talk about yourself like that?”

She glanced away, shoulders shrinking in on themselves, feeling put on the spot suddenly, “It’s just the truth. I already feel insecure about them on a good day. And today…” She trailed off, swallowing hard, “It felt like Ben was trying to humiliate me on purpose. Like he wanted to spotlight what I hate most about my body.”

Harry snorted—a sudden, unexpected sound and it made her eyes narrow.

“You think that’s funny?” She asked, the tension in her chest tightening with anger.

“No,” Harry said, shaking his head, his grin still faint, “I think it’s ridiculous that you don’t see yourself the way everyone else does. I’m not trying to be crude or cross any lines, but I did see them—and I was impressed. Genuinely. They’re the prettiest pair I’ve ever seen.”

And just like that, YN’s whole world shifts on it’s axis.

It was inappropriate.

 They were both in relationships.

She wasn’t supposed to like hearing that but the words sank into the cracks Ben had left in her, spreading warmth where there had only been cold, embarrassed silence earlier.

“Okay, Harry,” She bleats , trying to deflect but also maybe fishing for some more compliments.

“What’s wrong with ‘em then?” Harry presses, she swears either she’s drifted closer or he’s scooted towards her subtly because her shoulder was bumping his calf now.

YN flushes at having to point out exactly what was wrong with them,, “I don’t know. I never minded them but Ben always teases me about how small they are, how small my nipples are, how puffy they are.”

Harry brow furrows, “Your own boyfriend is criticizing your body? He’s fucking blind and a douchebag. I’m not saying it just to say it. I’m a man and I can appreciate a nice pair of tits. And I am fully certified to say that.”  YN can’t help but giggle, easily when a wider grin breaks out on his face like he was pleased with himself for being able to make her laugh.

To hear that her crush thought she was attractive, at least that her breasts were, did something crazy with boosting her ego.

And then, without warning, he tugged off his shirt and slipped into the pool.

The water rose and shifted around him, glinting in the sunset light.

He carefully closed her book and set it aside so it wouldn’t get wet.

The quiet intimacy of it made something twist deep in her stomach.

“Why are you with him?” Harry asked after a long beat, moving further into the water.

His voice was low, thoughtful—but there was a thread of tension under it.

YN’s taken back by the question, “I…What?”

“He treats you like shit, YN. You should break up with him over what happened earlier, let alone all the shit I’ve seen in the past,” Harry tells her with seriousness, “You deserve a million times better than a prick like him. Seriously, fuck him. No one here likes him.”  And YN…well no one had told her that before but she kenw that her friends only put up with Ben because they loved her but otherwise, he wouldn’t be a part of their friend group.

“No real man would’ve let you stand there like that, exposed and crying,” Harry continued, his voice rising just a touch, “And no decent man would say something cruel about your body.”

“He can have an opinion about how he feels about my ches-”

 “No, YN. No, he really fuckin’ can’t,” Harry says firmly cutting her off, “He should love every part of you, puffy, small, or elsewise.”

Something hot and sharp flared in her.

“You can say that because your girlfriend has like perfect boobs,” YN points out, nose scrunching with frustration.

Harry shakes his head, “Did you not hear me earlier? I told you that you have the prettiest pair I’ve seen. It’s not a god damn competetion but I’m actively telling you what Ben said isn’t true.”

She rolled her eyes, muttering, “You’re romanticizing them. You saw them for all of two seconds.”

“Then show them to me again.”

Their eyes lock, YN is trying to play the words again and again because what the fuck, what the fuck, what the actual fuck?

Time stopped.

Her brain scrambled to process what he just said, but her hands were already moving, her thumbs hooked under the cups of her bikini top.

She should stop.

But she didn’t.

She pulled the fabric down.

The sun had dipped just low enough to cast everything in soft, pink-orange light.

The water shimmered against her skin, droplets clung to the curve of her breasts, and her nipples, tight from the cold, pebbled beneath Harry’s gaze.

“Fuck,” Harry curses as he comes towards her, his hand reaches out but he stops himself, his voice hoarse and raspy in a way he’s never heard, “Can I?”

 And YN finds herself nodding with a dry throat, watching him carefully as his hand comes up to cup one of them, and it is fully engulfed by his palm, and he squeezes.

YN can’t help the slight gasp that leaves her lips when he thumbs over her nipple.

She jerked away, yanking her top back up like it burned her, “I can’t—fuck, we can’t do this.”

Harry froze, instantly sobering.

His expression crumpled slightly, regret written all over his features, “Shit. YN, I didn’t mean to—can we just—”

But she was already moving, already climbing out of the pool as fast as she could, water sloshing at her knees, heart pounding in her chest like it was trying to warn her:

Too far.

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Hwang v. Hwang

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝑰𝒏 ❣︎ 𝑯𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒏

< Messages: Forbidden Young Love

Recipient: Hwang Yn & Hwang HyunJin

Contact Name(s): Jeongin [Iyenah 🧡] Hyunjin [#1 Hater] Seungmin [Seungmin (Jeongin’s Boyfriend)] Yn[Weirdass kid]

Username(s): Yn [not.your.hwangynn] Jeongin [i.2.n.8] ʎǝɾ︎ı̣(yeji)[thehwanggirl] Seungmin[miniverse.___ (private account/ toptierhater)] Felix[yong.lixx (private account/ justice4bbokari)] Minho[t.leeknowsaurus] Changbin[jutdwae] Chan[gnabnahc]

a/n: insomnia and boredom makes me creative. all for kicks and giggles. apologies if i misrepresented the group and the members. enjoy this mini series based off of hyunjin’s message in Brother SKZ: You’re dating who? enjoy the tiny story at the end app social maker ʙɪɢ ʜᴜɢs 🫂 ʜᴏᴍɪᴇ sᴍᴏᴏᴄʜᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ💋

warning (s): sassy kings// top tier haters// profanity// pet names// friends being friends// loving bullying// sibling clashing with sibling// siblings fighting// tiny bit of violence// tiny angst// ALL fictional

tag(s): @avilio-is-dead @chuuyaobsessed

word count: 1118

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The Instagram post came as a surprise not only to the rest of the group, the fans, and the group’s media team but to Yn as well. The younger Hwang looked at her phone with tears in her eyes, she wiped away the few that rolled down her cheeks before getting out of her car. Yn sniffled putting her phone back in her sweater pocket, she made sure her car was locked before walking up to the apartment. When she knocked and the door opened she was greeted by the freckled blacked-haired Aussie.

“Hey Ynn!” He stepped aside to let her in, Felix was as welcoming as ever, he was always sweet to Yn. He treated her like a sister since she was close to his younger sister and Yn treated him a brother—better than how she treated her brother.

Walking into the apartment she was rushed by Jeongin, who picked her up swiftly into a tight hug. Yn hugged his neck, “You could get into so much trouble with that post-Innie.” Her voice cracked as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

“I don’t care, I’m not hiding you anymore. You’re my girl, you’re my world and I want to be able to show you off.” Jeongin assured her as he pulled away slightly to look at her, a hand cupping her face to caress her skin lightly.

“Gross. Go do that in private,” Seungmin chimed in as a greeting to Yn, walking out of his room. He nudged his head to his room, “Don’t do anything weird.” He teased sitting down on the couch and grabbing the controller to continue the game the maknae was playing. Jeongin smiled small, thanking his puppy hyung, and held Yn’s hand to lead her into the room.

Once the door was closed Yn hugged him tightly, crying into his neck quietly mumbling out the conversation between her and Hyunjin. Jeongin clenched his jaw, stopping himself from speaking ill of his hyung. He just apologized for causing her so much drama, he comforted her, “It’s going to be alright princess. I promise,” he kissed her forehead sweetly. He moved them to the bed, sitting down on Seungmin’s bed with Yn beside him, her head resting on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her waist, leaning his head on hers, “No matter what happens Yn… I won’t ever leave your side.”

“And I won’t ever leave yours..” Yn reassured him, hugging his waist and hiding her face on his shoulder.

In the living room, Seungmin and Felix played Tekken, being anything but quiet and respectful while playing against each other. At the end of their match banging on the door filled the living room, Seungmin looked at Felix with a blank look, “Bet you your next paycheck it's the dumpling boy looking for Romeo and Juliet.”

“As if I’ll take that bet,” Felix joked getting up to open the door for their new guest. Opening the front door Felix saw Hyunjin and Changbin, who stood in front of Hyunjin.

“Hey, Bokki.. Can we come in?” Changbin in a hesitant tone. Felix glanced over his shoulder at Seungmin before sighing and stepping aside, allowing the two in. As expected, Hyunjin stormed past him, his jaw clenched and eyes burning with fury. Changbin followed quickly, his hand gripping Hyunjin’s shoulder in an attempt to hold him back.

“Where are they? I know Yn and that little shit are here, so where are they?” Hyunjin demanded, his voice sharp as he scanned the apartment, shrugging the hand off of him.

Seungmin sighed, pausing his game and setting the controller down. “Relax, drama queen.” But Hyunjin wasn’t in the mood for Seungmin’s teasing. He turned toward the closed door, his fists clenched. Before anyone could stop the quick little ferret, he stormed forward and swung the door open.

Yn and Jeongin, who had been in the middle of a hushed conversation, jumped at the sudden intrusion. Yn flinched, gripping Jeongin’s sleeve tightly.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Hyunjin’s voice was like a blade, sharp and laced with venom as he glared at Jeongin. “You thought posting that was a good idea?”

Jeongin stood his ground, his expression hardening. “I’m not hiding her anymore, hyung. She’s my girlfriend, and I’m not ashamed of that. I love her! My love just won’t go away by your say so!”

Hyunjin let out a bitter laugh, stepping forward aggressively. “You think this is about hiding her? Do you seriously think just because you think you love her is enough?! You just made her a fucking target, dumbass!”

Yn pushed herself between them, placing her hands on Hyunjin’s chest to keep him back. “Stop it, Hyunjin! You’re overreacting!”

“Overreacting?” Hyunjin looked down at her, his expression darkening. “Do you know how much shit this is going to bring you? To him? To us!? Do you have any idea what people are going to say? What they’re going to do?!?”

Yn’s eyes welled with fresh tears, but she stood her ground. “I don’t care! I’ve been so desensitized to all the hate you don’t even see it!! I’ve been putting up with it all of my life Hyunjin!! And I’m tired of you always interfering with my life when it comes as an inconvenience to you!”

“You’re being reckless and fucking stupid, Yn,” Hyunjin snapped. “This isn’t just about you!”

Jeongin had enough. He grabbed Hyunjin’s wrist, yanking him back. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

That was it. Hyunjin swung.

Jeongin barely dodged the first hit, but the second one caught his jaw, sending him stumbling back. Yn screamed for them to stop, trying to push her brother away, but to no avail.

“Hyunjin!” Changbin was the first to react, wrapping his arms around Hyunjin from behind and pulling him back. Seungmin grabbed Jeongin before he could retaliate, holding him in place. “Don’t,” he warned, voice firm.

Yn stood between them, shaking with anger. “I hate you, Hyunjin,” she spat, her voice breaking.

Hyunjin froze.

Yn wiped at her face aggressively, breathing heavily. “You always act like you’re protecting me, but all you do is suffocate me. And make everything worse, I’m done.”

Hyunjin’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with something unrecognizable before he tore himself from Changbin’s grip. Without another word, he turned and stormed out.

The apartment was silent except for Yn’s shaky breaths. Felix, Seungmin, and Changbin exchanged uneasy glances, but no one spoke.

Jeongin reached for Yn’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Hey… it’s okay.”

Yn swallowed hard, shaking her head. “No. It’s not.”And for the first time in her life, she wasn’t sure if things between her and Hyunjin would ever be okay again.

“So are we telling mom and dad—?” Seungmin spoke up referring to Chan and Minho. Earning him soft glares from his fellow group mates, Felix shook his head, silently reminding the puppy that it wasn’t time for jokes.

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