#And doesn't unlock it beforehand

[amethystina]

Got to say, I love your works! Especially the recent 'It is mine to avenge'. It's honestly awesome.

When do you think Yo Han would start to track Ga On? Because he definitely would, but could you see him doing it during the show, or starting post-canon? Do you think it would be triggered by something like Ga On going off the radar for a bit or Yo Han taking the initiative before anything happens?

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it! It's been a while since I stretched my action-writing muscles, it felt like, so it was a nice change of pace! ;)

As for when Yo Han started tracking Ga On, I'd say: As soon as possible. And I could definitely see him doing it during the drama. It could have started as a way to keep track of Ga On because Yo Han knew Ga On was a spy, but then they got closer and he just... never stopped. Because, at that point, it was more due to protectiveness than anything else.

Like, honestly. There's a scene in episode 3 where Yo Han comes back from his fight with the man who planted the bomb in his office and he hands over Ga On's phone. Or gives it back, rather, since, apparently, he's kept it hostage since the explosion? He even says that he's giving it back as a present since Ga On had behaved that day.

(How very Morally Grey Gothic Hero of you, Yo Han, kidnapping young, doe-eyed men to keep them locked away inside your hugeass mansion)

What's to say Yo Han wasn't tracking Ga On the entire time, since he apparently had unrestricted access to Ga On's phone for at least a whole day?

That's mere speculation, though. We're not really given any indication that Yo Han is tracking Ga On during the drama but, if you want to, it's easy to find arguments and opportunities ;)

But, either way, I think that Yo Han would start tracking Ga On before anything actually happens, as a safety measure. I mean, someone who's so keen on being at least two steps ahead of everyone else (not to mention extremely protective) wouldn't wait until after a threat has already showed up, would he? He'd want to secure an easy and reliable way to track Ga On long before that.

And as for how long it takes Ga On to figure out that Yo Han is tracking him — and how he reacts when he does? Well, those are clearly different questions entirely xD

[chrissturnss]

"i know you’re with him"

summary: in which, y/n gets into an argument with her boyfriend. he breaks up with her, not because he doesn't love her, but because he knows it will always be him, chris. y/n finds comfort in chris's arms, kisses and more.

warnings: soft smut

word count: 1366

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“Y/N YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND” “WHAT NOLAN, WHAT SHOULD I UNDERSTAND, YOUR JEALOUSY??” He looked at me, full of disappointment, the room became silent, I was so angry, my chest was heaving up and down, I was breathing heavily. "It's not just jealousy, it's more than that y/n. But you'll never understand it" he said turning around to grab his gym bag. "No, you're not going to go to the gym now, you're going to stay here and explain all this shit to me," I said and held him by his sleeve. He looked at me with so much disappointment, I think this will be the end for both of us. "I know that he has feelings for you and I also know that you feel the same way" he said "you are wrong" I said and shook my head. "Come on Y/n, you know it, you just don't want to admit it. You notice yourself the way you look at each other, the way you interact with each other, you only chose me because you both can't admit your feelings to each other and you both are afraid for your friendship. You can't even tell me you love me" "Nolan that's not true-" "say it y/n say you love me" I looked at him, looking between his eyes, my eyes became watery and he blurry. "I- I- Nol-" "You can't" He said, reaching for his gym bag again. "When I get back, you'll be gone. It's over" he said and left his house, I ran after him to the door. "NOLAN, NO, NOLAN PLEASE" I screamed and cried.

I didn't know what to do, I packed my things that I brought to Nolan's house yesterday. I did what he said, left his house, on the way to the door his mother came towards me "is everything okay sweetheart?" she asked "yes, I'm okay" I said to her and rushed past her out the door. Nick, Matt and Chris' home was closer. I didn't know what was going on in my head, it was dark and I ran there without thinking. Was Nolan right? Standing in front of Chris's front door, I waited until he opened the door for me, I didn't text him beforehand, nobody had any idea I was coming. Tears ran down my face, I heard the door unlock. "y/n what happened" he asked and I fell into his arms. He held me tight, his hands rested on my back, I cried against his chest, my fingers dug into his zipper that he was wearing. As I started to cry harder, Chris put a hand on the back of my head and held me tighter. The hand that was on my back moved away to close the door behind us. "It's okay, I'm here, okay" he said and I nodded while I was still lying on his chest. "Nick and Matt aren't here if you were looking for the-" he said and I interrupted him "I just need you" I said still lying in his arms and hearing his heart beating in his chest. "do you wanna tell me what happened?" he asked while his head rested on mine "Nolan broke up with me" I said quietly. "I'm sorry, did he say why?" he asked and I nodded in his arms. "Do you wanna tell me?" "he broke up because of you" I said "because of me?" He asked and I finally looked at him, he looked down at me and I looked up at him. "and because of me, because of us" I said "us?" he asked "mhm" I said. At that moment I knew Nolan was right, the hidden feelings for Chris are real. „Come on“ he said and dragged me to his room.

"Sit on my bed, I'll be right back. I'm gonna get you some-" I interrupted. I grabbed his face in my hands and connected our lips together, slowly and gently. His hands rested on my hips, our lips moved gently, my cheeks were still covered in tears. We moved to his bed, my legs touched the knuckles of his bed and he gently laid me back, crawling over me and resting his strong arms next to me.

“Please don’t regret it” he said while his eyes literally penetrated me. "I won't" I whispered. I linked our fingers together, our hands resting next to my head. He looked at our hand, breathed in and out with concentration before he looked back at me.

"You're so beautiful," he said gently, stroking my wet cheek with his thumb. His lips touched mine again, so gently, my hand that wasn't connected to his other hand roaming over his clothed torso. I grabbed the end of his shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. His hair ruffled and fell in my face.

his hand slowly slid under my shirt, slowly squeezing my tits, a soft moan escaped my lips. I leaned up to take off my shirt. Chris helped me make it go faster and I leaned back again and he didn't waste any time leaning over my, this time bare, breasts again. His upper body pressed gently against mine, his lips briefly sucked mine every now and then. his hand went down. He pressed my skirt and my panties down with one hand, I moved my hips and legs so that it was easier for him. Every time he kisses me, his cold belt buckle presses against my skin. and it made me go crazy inside. "lemme feel you, all of you"

„I‘m gonna go real slow alright? don’t wanna hurt you“He said while I unbuckled his pants and he then pushed them off. Oh lord, he's huge. He saw it in my facial expression, so he gently placed his tip at my entrance. I guess I've never seen Chris do anything so slowly and with so much conscience. We both breathed harder, but our eyes didn't unlock from each other. His eyes never left my face as he pushed himself in. My hands placed on his neck, my grip tightened slightly "Oh god" he said softly, with pleasure and a gentle smile. "You feel so good" I said quietly.

„you’re taking me so good baby“ "mmm" was the only thing I could answer. I concentrated on how he feels inside me, his movement inside me, with which he hits the right spots with every thrust. „you‘re so tight, it feels so fucking good - fuck“ his head looked down as he pushed in gently but firmly again and again. "fuck y/n" he said and locked our eyes again.

„ch- chris mmm. feels so good” I managed to say. I was so focused on this feeling that I couldn't think of anything else. “Fuck” I breathed out.

Our orgasm were building up in both of us, we could tell. He leaned his forehead against mine, our eyes locked together, our mouths wide open, and he thrust into me. his hand placed on my palm and locked our fingers together. Every time it felt insanely good and almost cost us our high, we pressed our hands. Quiet moans escape my lips and a growl escapes his. "Fuck, youre gonna be the death of me" he said with a slight smile and immediately, he squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth opened wider and he let out another moan. This exact sight gives me the best height I've ever had. "chris -i - i- i'm gonna cum chris-" I cried. I pressed my forehead harder against his, moaned into his face and all of that brought him to his height. "fuck, baby- you feel so fucking good, fuck y/n" I could still feel everything from my height and it felt better with the feeling of him releasing inside me. He fucked us through the heights for a moment until he pulled out.

“never thought this would ever happen” he said with a soft smile as he got off me. “have you ever wanted it before?” I asked, he just smirked “you did!” I said with a little laugh. “oh shut up y/n” ohh i got him. He just shook his head smiling and gave me some clothes of his to wear. "Just so you know, I always wanted it" I smiled. "I know now, gorgeous" he smiled. grabbed my chin and kissed me. "I'll be right back, I'll get you something to drink" he said and left his room.

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[thegnomelord]

Hello there! I'm a new anon, kinda scared to ask and spill all of my weird ass fantasies that I can come up with, but I somehow found the courage to do so.

After reading through the soft sex fic with Makarov (and omfg I am going CRAZY over it) I just randomly came up with an idea involving that.

So hear me out (aka let me just be delusional)...

You, a member of 141, currently stand in the interrogation room, your back facing the door as you stared down at the one and only Vladimir Makarov himself. It was honestly a miracle that you had been able to capture him, and you still had no idea how the hell the rest of your team had managed it.

You were currently their last hope at getting some sort of information out of him, and by now the others knew very well by now how talented you were at getting it out of prisoners (albeit they didn't quite know what your methods were), hence why you were here in this room.

At this point you might as well have tried everything, these including the good old torture methods (which you noticed he seemed to quote like for some reason, perhaps he was a masochist, you weren’t completely sure), intimidation, asking politely (which wouldn't you know, didn't work), and practically everything you could think of.

As you racked your brain for any sort of other ideas, you could hear some sort of taunt from the other, and that must have set you off or something along those lines as you found yourself suddenly pinning the bastard down on the desk (you must have unlocked his handcuffs at one point during it, or perhaps he had already managed to unlock them beforehand, you weren't paying attention).

You wanted to think that the other was surprised, even just a little bit, but he wasn't, having probably expected you to have a small outburst.

Maybe you would have to resort to that. That one method that none of the others had seen in action, but one that if they did, you'd definitely get in a lot of trouble from. At least it always seemed to work.

So that's how you found yourself slowly fucking the other, not at all causing any pain, and although you'd expect the cold metal table would still inflicted just a little, you had taken the precaution to place something soft under the other to ensure that he couldn't get what he wanted. This was torture, even if in the eyes of others (not that they'd ever get to see this sight) it'd be much better, but no, it wasn't. You were well aware that the other wished for it to be harsh, having picked up on it earlier (the sick bastard), so you did the complete opposite. You weren't exactly used to it, but it was a last ditch effort.

So yeah thanks for reading whatever the hell that was :)

Idk how to continue it.

- ⨂ (I swear if that symbol has already been taken)

No no dude this is so good! SOrry it took me a lil while to respond lol, but you got my brain worms going brrrrrr so I'm just continuing it :Dd.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, Vladimir Makarov x male reader, short ficlet

You are so getting discharged for this.

"Is this what you wanted?" You ask under your breath, voice husky and raw. You grip his hip gently, your other hand keeping his tied wrists pinned to the scratchy blanket covering the cold table. "All that snark, all those insults," You slowly grind your hips, cock lazily scrapping against his walls and making him groan. "Is this what you wanted?"

It's not like he can talk with his tie gagging him. It's the softest material you had on hand, and it works to ensure Makarov doesn't bite you or himself. You're smart, despite him thinking on the contrary, more than the gruff animals that had captured him. No, you're clever. Clever enough to realize bloodshed and pain are not the stones that pave Makarov's road to hell.

Makarov trembles beneath you, teeth clenching on the fabric, desperate to get his lip between his teeth so he could bite it raw. He can't. Hell he can barely stifle the groans and moans, chest heaving to swallow the sound before it can stumble past his open mouth when your head grinds down on his prostate. Drool runs down his chin, precum leaking on his belly where his cock is trapped between your belies.

He wants to curse you out, wants to get his hands around your throat and squeeze until you choke on your own blood. But he only manages a small grunt, tear blurred eyes glaring up at you. His legs tighten around your waist, heels digging into your back.

A lick of pain races up your spine, but you don't fall for it, languidly rolling your hips. You'd taken your time to stretch him out with what you had, prepping him thoroughly even when he'd trashed and tried to kick you. You're glad you did, now Makarov can't ignore the stretch of his hole, your massive cock moulding his insides to your shape. It's just raw unadulterated feeling, please assaulting his mind whenever you bottom out and your cock bulges his stomach without any pain; so sweet it's sickening to him.

He'd kick himself at how the disgustingly sweet pleasure has his cock twitching, body winding tight as he gets closer and closer to orgasm. But his mind is starting to go numb, the hate he feels shrouded by the nearing edge of bliss. He nearly seizes off the table when you wrap your calloused hand around the base of his cock, squeezing until he's just at the cusp of pain.

"Nu-uh." You growl and stop, cock twitching deep inside him. Leaning down to press gentle kisses across his throat that burn him like acid. "You're not getting off easy." You growl, kissing the corner of his lip. "Not until you give me what I need." You look at him expectantly.

He bares his teeth, swinging his head to try and headbutt you, but you pull your head just at the right time.

"Have it your way." Your grip relaxes, starting to jerk him off at the same pace of your languidly rolling hips. His head rolls back, his best attempt at a hateful sound escaping him when his head rests on the soft blanket. He hates it, tries to struggle as best he can but it's fruitless as you just hold him down, forcing him to just take it, to just suffer this gentle torture.

You may be discharged for this. But fuck, you'll make him suffer before you are.

[rottingworship]

Beg and Bargain

The Proxies x Fem!Reader | Chapter Three

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Summary: Things seem to go sideways fast, but thankfully you are able to eat beforehand.

Warnings: Mean Toby, name calling, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, pet names (love, my love)

A/N: this was fun, so fun to write! I can't say I did it all by myself, I did have some help from @babehlockdemdoors with some ideas for Toby!

Word Count: 3.2k

“What did she say?” Brian looks at Tim with curiosity.

“She made John kill himself.”

“O-O-Obviously.” Toby rolls his eyes.

“She also has a fucking roommate–” Brian goes to interupt him, Tim puts up his hand. “She controlled her. Convinced her everything was fine.”

“Her own roommate?” Brian cocks a brow.

“I also learned that John was not a great man.”

“M-most pigs aren't.”

“He was going to kill her. And he somehow knew about her abilities. And so does her roommate. But she says her roommate wouldn't tell anyone.” Tim is giving them everything he learned. “She had never used her ability for bad, so she says. I don't know what that really means though.”

There's quite a huge gray area. They aren't sure how gray you are. Nothing is black and white. Something is off with you.

“If I c-could control people-” Toby starts.

“We don't wanna know what you would do, Toby.” Brian warns. “Got anything else?”

“She's very obedient.” Tim remarks. “It’s… odd. She doesn't really question much. She was upset about the blindfold, but I kinda see why.” He pauses and looks at Toby. “Can you get in her phone?”

“Already tr-tried.” Toby shrugs. “I don't kn-know the code. She has a couple n-notifications from a ‘Val’.”

As he says that, your phone goes off. Toby pulls it from his pocket and looks at it. Another message from Val is visible on the lock screen.

Hey what the fuck was that about earlier?

Another one comes through.

Who was with u?

Toby leaves it alone. He doesn't think anything about it. None of them do. The front door opens and you step onto the porch wearing a baggy shirt down to your thighs and your feet are bare.

“What are you three still doing out here?”

_-_-_-_-_-_

Your bare feet hurt against the old wooden porch. You ignore it. You watch the three of them, your arms wrapping around yourself.

“A-are you not co-cold?” Toby cocks his head at you.

You nod at him. “Freezing. Please come in. I have a question.” You turn around and walk back inside where it's slightly warmer. Goosebumps cover your skin and your arms drop to your sides. You sigh.

Brian walks in first. “What's going on?”

“I'm famished.” As you finish your sentence Brian goes to open his mouth. “And don't say eat something around here. I already tried that.”

Tim and Toby walk in and you hear a muffled, disgustingly inappropriate song. Toby, not thinking, takes a phone from his pocket and you realize it's Val’s ringtone. It's your phone. Your eyes narrow.

“Wha-what is this ringtone?” Toby scrunches his nose.

“It's none of your business! You still have my phone on you!?” You are sure these men are going to make you pull your hair out. The phone stops ringing and you place yourself in front of Toby. It goes off again. A text this time. Toby looks at it. You try to peek at the phone but Toby is quick to move. You follow him. “Toby! What does it say?”

“It’s locked, I ca-can’t read all of it.”

You look at him with half lidded eyes, full of fucking rage. “What can you read?”

Your sudden anger seems to catch them all off guard. Toby reads what he can see from your lock screen. “It’s fr-from Val. She says ‘Saw J-John on the news. He’s dead, th-they say-’ It cuts off.”

Another ding. Another message from Val.

“She is ca-calling the police.”

You have had enough. You snatch the phone before Toby can stop you and take off. Three against one, your odds don’t look too good. You call her back without even unlocking the phone and run from Brian, Toby, and Tim.

“Get back here!”

You end up in the kitchen, behind the table, surrounded by them by time Val answers.

“Hey!” Everyone freezes as you speak. “How’s it going?” You try to sound enthused. Your eyes hit Tim and he mouths for you to put it on speaker. You comply.

“You’re out of breath.” She states it, her concern is palpable. “Where are you?”

“I’m on vacation. Just having fun-”

“With the man from earlier?” She sounds less stressed. But still concerned for your well being. When you take a second to respond, she speaks again. “Love,” She starts, “are you okay?”

“Yes.” You swallow hard. “I’m fine. I’m- I’m trying to enjoy myself.”

“You aren’t reading my messages,” Val is devastated, “and you- you used your mind powers on me. You promised you wouldn’t do that-” You pout, thankful she cannot see your face. You did promise that. “Please, I need to know that I don’t need to call the police.”

“You don’t.” You try to sound as calm as possible. “I’m o-”

“What about John?” Val’s tone… She sounds worried about him. Your face contorts. She continues, “He’s dead. They found him in the woods, a self-inflicted gunshot wound.”

“What does that have to do with me?” You are gripping your phone. Your eyes move up from the screen and towards the men surrounding you. They are all frozen, tense, waiting for you to slip up. There is silence.

“Well, he moved a while ago… Why did he come back?” There is a pause. “Did he hurt you?”

“Val,” Your voice is low and level, but definitely able to break at any second. “I do not want to think about John on my vacation. I’m trying to relax.” Really, you are, it’s incredibly hard though.

“Okay… If you’re okay, I’m just going to forget about what happened earlier. Please, be safe this week. If something happened to John… Just be safe. Oh! Before you go!” She sounds happier now, thinking you’re safe. “Are you really out of breath because of that man from earlier?” You feel your face burning as she asks. You can practically see her brows wiggling as she asks that. “I do think it was time for you to move on! I hope this helps your-”

“I have to go! Bye, love you!” You hang up. Your eyes are wide and your face is hot. You let out a nervous laugh and hope they did not even notice Val’s question.

They did.

“Helps y-your what?”

“None of your business!” You shout. You hold the phone in your hand, waiting for them to ask for it back. You are not giving it up unless they ask. “Sorry, she’s overbearing.” You roll your eyes, “She’s nosy, always has been.” Your stomach growls. “Can I please get some food? I’ll buy it, you can blindfold me, I don’t care. I haven’t eaten since before-” Since before John died. Or was murdered… By you.

“You’re gonna buy it?” Brian asks.

“Yeah! Hold on!” You walk off, phone still in hand, causing the three to follow you. You walk towards the couch, where you laid your bag (and dirty clothes), and rummage through your stuff. You pull out a wallet. “You’re lucky I have this. I’m sure if my ID were found somewhere we’d be fucked.”

‘We’. Not just them. ‘We’.

“I have money, I’ll buy my food. I can even go shopping if you want?” You cock your head. “Not now of course.” You motion to yourself. “But eventually.”

“We don’t usually stay in one place for too long, it may be useless grocery shopping.” Tim informs you.

Your mouth forms an ‘o’.

“I’ll take you to get food.” Brian states it, it isn't an offer. You feel awkward suddenly. You aren’t very comfortable around any of them, but at least Tim you know most (which still isn’t a lot). Toby picked twigs out of your hair. Brian has not done much for you, or with you. “I’ll be outside waiting.”

You nod, swallowing hard. You remember your dirty clothes and ask Toby about them, before heading out. He points towards the laundry room and you take them back quickly. You promise you’ll wash them when you get back. You slide some sweatpants and a jacket on and then your crocs. Your feet don’t feel as bad anymore, but you are still sore. You can mostly only think about your hunger though.

You walk outside and immediately cold air hits you. Brian is waiting beside the car, blindfold in hand. You make your way towards him and take in a shaky breath. As soon as you reach him, you turn around and let him put the blindfold on you. He helps you inside the car, and then he gets in. You struggle briefly to buckle. His hand touches yours and you tense. He helps you with the seatbelt.

“Thanks,” You mumble and look ahead (you hope you are looking ahead). “Would hate to get pulled over while being unbuckled.”

“I think that is the least of our worries.” You can feel Brian’s eyes on you. He starts the car, and you shift. “What did you want?”

“Oh,” You place your hands on your thighs, “I'm not that picky. Just some chicken nuggets and some fries would be fine.”

Brian nods, but you don’t see it. You hope he takes you to get food. And isn’t taking you somewhere to kill you. But then again, maybe that wouldn’t be too bad considering your situation.

_-_-_-_-_-_

Brian is sitting across from you. You are at McDonald’s, eating your chicken nuggets. You can feel your mood shifting as you eat. Your hunger is disappearing. You don’t feel so irritated. Brian watches you eat. He isn’t saying much of anything, and all you can feel is his eyes staring directly at you. It’s getting hard to ignore.

“Is everything okay?” You ask him, looking up. You wipe your mouth, “Is something on my face?”

He sucks in air and shifts in his seat. He shakes his head, “No, no, nothing on your face.” As he says that, you cock your head as if asking ‘then what?’ and he hesitates. He is thinking. “You don’t question much of anything… Do you?”

You let out a short laugh and take a sip of your coke. “Brian, I’ve never not been in control. I don’t know if you gathered that… But- I just-” You bite the inside of your bottom lip. “This doesn’t feel real…”

“I assure you,” He stares at you, suddenly seeming… gone, “it is real.”

You nod. You do not verbally respond. Quickly, you finish eating. Once you stand up to throw your food away, Brian stands too. He follows close behind you. As you throw your food away you hear footsteps approaching fast. Your name is the next thing you hear. Brian places a hand on your hip immediately. You turn around and spot Val. You want to bring your palm to your forehead. You cringe.

“Val!” You shoot Brian a look, trying to get him to release you, before looking back at Val. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m getting food…” Her voice trails off. Her bright green eyes look up at Brian and she starts to open her mouth. She pauses. “Who is this…?” She obviously knows it is not the man you had at your apartment.

“My friend.” You smile at her.

“How many ‘friends’ do you have?”

“Three.” You blurt it out, without thinking. Brian’s grip only tightens. You try to hold back an awkward laugh.

“My love,” Val’s lips purse, “what the fuck?” She whispers. “This is not like you… at all. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nod, smiling at her. “Yes, positive!” Brian’s hand gives you a gentle squeeze, telling you ‘good job’. Your knees grow weak. “But, I do have to go soon-”

“Wait!” She puts a hand up, “Promise me, if something goes sideways, you’ll get help?”

Your face contorts. “Sideways?” You are reeling. “What are you on about? Look,” You grab her hand, “Val, I am okay. Everything is okay. I’ll talk to you again soon. But, I’m-”

“Getting over some past stuff with John?” As soon as she says it, your face twists again. “Y’know? He was so… Odd. I mean, I would go throw myself on some men too, if he was who I had been stuck with for God knows how long!”

Brian’s hand, still resting on your hip, threatens to move. You quickly place your hand over his, keeping him there. “See! Now you’re getting it!” You try to reassure her. “I’ll try to stay in touch, but just know… I love you.”

Val lets you know she loves you too and heads back to her table. You and Brian head back out to the car and you sit down in the passenger seat. You look ahead. Lying is really taking it out of you.

“Thanks for doing that for me… taking me to get food.” You rub up and down your thighs. Brian nods and starts the car. You just want to sleep. You feel like that isn’t happening anytime soon.

_-_-_-_-_-_

You are right.

It’s you and Toby alone at the cabin. You really wanted to nap, but now Toby won’t leave you alone. You are facing the ceiling, lying on the couch. Your breathing is slow and your eyes are shut. All you can hear is Toby talking, it’s almost lulling you to sleep. Almost.

“Fucking bitch!”

His voice rings through the cabin. You have never sat up so fast in your life. Your legs swing over the couch and you narrow your eyes at Toby. He continues talking.

“Whoa, whoa-” You put a hand up. “What did you call me?”

Toby stops. “Oh, that was- I-I have tourettes.” He says it like you should already know. “Any-Anyway, like I w-was saying, we need to- to make sure you are capable of pro-protecting yourself.”

Your fists ball up, and immediately unclench. “Toby, did you forget I could, I don't know, mind control people?” You cock a brow at him. “I don’t need to be able to get away. But, I think I could still get away. Without my ability. I got away from you, Brian, and Tim earlier.” Toby stands up from the end of the couch. He walks off. “Okay, whatever…” You lean back and close your eyes again.

Something clicks. You furrow your brows and when footsteps reach the door, and you hear it lock, you sit up and your eyes pop open. Toby stands a few feet from you, a hatchet in each hand. You are sure your eyes are going to pop out of your head. You scoot over on the couch and your jaw drops.

“Toby… What are you-”

“Run, fuh-fight, or hide.” It’s all he gives you.

You leap up from the couch and take off towards somewhere. You have no clue where anything is. You know the kitchen and living room. That is it. You make your way into the kitchen and slam into the back door. It’s locked. You have absolutely no time to unlock it. A hatchet slams beside your head and a scream rips from your throat. You beg for him to stop.

He does not.

You rip away from him, and sprint down the short hallway. You slam into one of the rooms and head for the window. It will not budge. Tears fill your eyes. You are begging and screaming for him to stop.

“Fucking co-coward!”

“Toby!” You scream as you fall back. His eyes lock with yours. He does not look away. You inhale sharply. You cannot fuck this up. “Stop.”

Toby freezes.

“Drop your hatchets.”

He listens again. Your head begins to hurt.

“Do not fucking move.”

You feel it before it happens. Your nose is about to bleed. You tear out of the room faster than you had ever moved before. You head to the front door. You unlock it and swing it open. You step onto the front porch, your feet hit the cold wood and you hiss. Something is coming from the woods. Your heart is pounding into your ribcage.

You make out Tim’s jacket before anything. You rush towards him. When you notice his mask, you pretend that it’s normal. That’s how you first met them, it’s not hard to connect the dots. He was out ‘working’. He is slightly bloody, but definitely looks more welcoming than Toby.

“Tim!” You scream, nose gushing blood at this point. “Tim, it’s Toby!” You reach him and grab his arms. “Help me!” Your voice is breaking. “Please-”

Tim reaches for you, his hands grab your waist. He cocks his head at you and your eyes meet his. There is something different about him. That’s not Tim. You really think you are going to faint. His grip on you tightens and you feel his fingertips digging into your skin through your shirt. You struggle to get out of his grasp.

“Toby!” You are yelling for him again. You release him from your mental grasp and rush towards the house. ‘Not Tim’ is hot on your trail. The front door almost swings off of its hinges and Toby stomps onto the front porch. “Please, you have to stop! Something has happened to Tim!” You point behind you.

Toby easily jumps off the porch and begins to stalk towards you. You can’t breathe. Tears start coming. You are sure Toby is going to kill you. You stumble back and rush away from both of the men. You are sobbing. Something slams into your back and you hit the ground. You land beside a stump. A knee is in your back, your cheek against the cold, hard dirt. Your nails are digging into the dead grass.

“L-look at you.” Toby clicks his tongue. “So- So pathetic.” You look at him the best you can, but you can’t see him. Not fully. “Can’t do-do much without your po-power, huh?” Tears cover your face, falling from your cheeks onto the dirt.

You see, out of the corner of your eye, his hatchet raising. You scream. You have never screamed so much in your life. He brings it down. Another loud plea rips from your chest. The hatchet hits the stump.

You want to sigh. You let out a strangled sob and you can’t breathe. You are sucking in dirt as you try to catch your breath. The knee suddenly moves off your back and you are grabbed. You are flipped over and your back hits the ground this time. Toby is leaning over you. He is inches from your face.

“Please!” You scream, “I’m-” You can’t think. “I’m sorry!”

Toby tenses. “We-weak.” He mumbles. You try to cover your face. Your hands are stopped by Toby’s knees. He is restraining you. “Fucking weak.”

“Toby!” You hear Tim. “Get off of her!” He is running towards you. You are uncontrollably sobbing. Toby doesn’t protest. He grabs his hatchets and leaves you. He walks off into the woods and you look at Tim. “Are you-” You shake your head. When he reaches for you, you scoot away. Tim freezes, his eyes widening. “What did I-”

You get up. You run straight back into the cabin. Tim does not chase you. You hide in the bathroom. You close and lock the door. You sit on the floor, back to the door and you cry. You look at your phone and cry. You know you can’t really explain what happened to anyone, so you just sit and cry.

Once you finally catch your breath and can think somewhat straight, you figure it’s best to sleep in the bathroom tonight. If your mind lets you sleep at all…

[wings-of-flying]

the thing about chip is that he's a little too unassuming. an orphan kid with no name and no memory of anything beforehand, yet is old enough to beg to join the black rose pirates. sure, you can believe it, even if the other orphan aboard definitely has a name

that orphan kid then goes on to survive the hole in the sea, amongst few who lived and made swift recoveries, but unlike lizzie he had no protector, and unlike roofus he was a child, only nine. alone in the recently corrupted black sea and with no magic, he managed to make his way to land, which we've learnt is at least a few days travel when on a ship. he didn't drown, or freeze, and he doesn't seem to remember it. it's odd. almost impossible, you could say. but fine, we move on

with gillion and jay, he's so clearly the odd one out. standing between the chosen one and a descendent of the sun, he seems out of place (especially from a meta perspective). but even then, fine, it's probably just meant to be funny

but then there's all the other things. out of the three deals we've seen, he's the only one who's found niklaus rather than vice versa. he slipped through a dream into the realm of who we can only imagine to be one of the most powerful people in mana. and you have to remember he didn't possess any magic until after the feywild. the deal happened after joaldo

he's undead now. his heart was ripped out, his flesh is decaying, but he lives. sure, the other crew members of captain widow were technically undead too, but the fact remains true that this is unusual. the undead thing lead to him following the compass (which is something else i'll get into, because doesn't he seem oddly interested in it yet unaffected) into that sack where he met with niklaus for a second time, the only riptide pc we've seen met him more than once. and the wish doctor seemed more than happy to share some of his secrets with chip

now the compass. it's made by niklaus, linked to desire, and when ollie used it just a few times in joaldo it had instant effects. chip keeps looking at the compass, so much so that it's now magically increased his desire to find arlin, and yet he's had no other effects

when he made the deal with niklaus, his price seemed hardly anything. "don't interfere". it doesn't exactly align with gillion's favour or jay's name and a command she must obey. also it technically gave him two things: knowledge of arlin's whereabouts, and reverting the effects on ollie. and once again niklaus shared more of his plans with chip than any other captain. like he trusts him, almost

inexplicably, chip can speak celestial. a language which just so happens to be key to unlocking all these clues surrounding the hole in the sea (the map, the door in the place beneath the sea as well iirc). jay's understanding of primordial is explained by navy lessons (makes sense if they're dealing with the undersea), but chip's celestial never is

and now the place beneath the sea -- where the cumagoon (do i have to write that in a serious analysis post?), now unlocked by the compass, led -- a voice welcomed him home

i think chip's more deeply connected to the black sea than even he has ever considered. it runs much deeper than simply the loss of arlin and the black rose pirates. i think he, like niklaus, is intrinsically tied to the entity known as the nameless prince, and thereby the egg. he might be more significant magically than we previously thought

[fandoms--fluff]

Hiii! Can you make one where y/n is the youngest Salvatore sibling and she had a crush on Katherine and Katherine felt the same aswell, so the Salvatore's locked them up in one room and they were so awkward until Katherine felt brave enough to just kiss her

Ty and I hope you have a great day! :)

First Kiss

Salvatore sister reader x Katherine Pierce

Warnings: swearing?

A/n: Hope you like it <3

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Damon pulls the key out of the lock, successfully trapping you and Katherine in the cellar. He turns to Stefan, passing him the key. "That was easier than I thought it would be" Damon smirks, staring at the both of you lying on the ground, passed out.

"Well, that's what happens when you inject them with almost enough vervain to put our little sister and her crush in a coma," Stefan says.

"Yes, but by the end of this, they'll stop making googly eyes at each other and finally get together, ending the torment they're making us go through" Damon explains to him with a small smile on his face as he and Stefan walk up the stairs.

You groan, blinking your eyes open. "Ughh, what the hell happened?" You look up to Katherine who woke you up. She woke up herself a few moments beforehand.

"Your brothers I'm guessing" Katherine helps you stand up. "Of course, why didn't I think of that" You groan and walk towards the iron door.

"DAMON, STEFAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLANNING?! LET US OUT OF HERE" You scream up at them, knowing they can hear you.

"No can do, little sis" Damon yells back down the stairs.

You then realize that you're stuck in here with Katherine. Aka, your big-time crush. A crush that you've never told anyone about.

Okay, you need to find a way out of here quickly before you do something stupid and everything falls apart for having any chance of embarrassing yourself in front of Katherine. You think to yourself as you start pacing across the small dungeon room.

Katherine watches as you pace back and forth. She's sitting on the small rusted bed taking in your form without your knowledge. Now, if she could've chosen to be with you in 1864, she would have, but there's only so much she could do to not get attention on herself for Klaus to find her. So she's had to wait over a hundred years to be back with you.

And even through all this, keeping an eye on you over the years, she still doesn't know how you feel about her. Even with her best efforts, she hasn't found out. But that also might have been wiped out by her own obsession with you.

The silence was getting to both of you and you both knew it, but neither of you was doing anything.

Why wait anymore? Fuck it. Katherine thinks to herself.

She stands up and walks over to you, stopping you from pacing. You look at her with confusion as she places her hands on your waist.

"I've been waiting too long to do this" She whispers. "What are you talking ab-" She cuts you off with a kiss.

You kiss her back immediately. Shock and excitement running through your entire body.

As soon as you guys break the kiss, a voice calls from outside the cellar door.

"I told you it'd work" Damon smirks to Stefan who's standing right beside him.

"Seriously?!" You cross your arms, mad that your idiot brothers ruined the moment.

"Open the damn door," Katherine tells them, also pissed about how now they dared to ruin this.

"Okay, okay, but no funny business" Damon raised his eyebrows in amusement while unlocking and opening the door. "Get your mind out of the gutter, dude" You roll your eyes and punch him.

Katherine follows, smirking as Damon wipes the blood from his nose. "Don't say a word" Damon glares to a smiling Stefan.

[nb-octopus-writes]

once you’re in the hive, the other bees assume you’re supposed to be there

[Masterpost]

Chapter 5: The Most Accidental of Thefts

Wordcount: 2.4K

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The rest of Virgil’s shift is about average, which means he's tired at the end but not ready to drop dead of exhaustion, and he catches the bus home like usual. He'd charged his phone at work, so he's able to put his travel earbuds in and drown out the various noises of mass transit with the dulcet tones of MCR.

Soon enough, he's home. He drops his apron in the hamper—he'd gotten splashed with coffee, so he's gonna need to do laundry tonight—and flops into bed.

The pool noodles are still there from this morning, which makes the flop considerably less pleasant than usual. Virgil tugs them out from underneath himself and drops them on the floor, settling back again. Man, he's tired. In a bit, he'll have to get up and do something about dinner, and start that load of laundry, but for now, he's just gonna be flopped for a bit.

Virgil lies there for a few minutes.

One of the springs is poking into his back. Virgil shifts, trying to find a more comfortable position. He may not have wanted to stay for so long, but his back sure hadn't protested sleeping on a softer surface for a few nights.

The spring is persistent, and Virgil slides a hand under his back to see if he can adjust it.

It's not a spring.

Virgil sits up and looks. Lying innocently on the bed behind him is a phone. It isn't Virgil’s phone. Virgil’s phone has a black and purple case, and it's still in his pocket anyway. This phone is red and gold and sparkly. 

It's Roman's phone.

Well, fuck.

Virgil is a thief. He's a damn thief! Roman took time out of his own morning to drive him to work, and Virgil repaid him by stealing his phone! How could he!?

Virgil is going to die of shame. He really is. He's the worst houseguest ever. He didn't bother to learn their names beforehand—hell, he still only knows one name out of three even after being there for days, he showed up in an inappropriate costume that he's lucky didn't trigger Calico's arachnophobia, he stayed way longer than he was supposed to, he inconvenienced Roman and used him as a private chauffeur, and then, to top it all off, Virgil stole his phone.

How is he supposed to get Roman's phone back to him!? He can't text him, he doesn't know Roman's number and anyway Roman doesn't have his phone with which to receive a text.

He could text Remus. Remus would probably find the accidental theft hilarious. He also might just respond LOL and not help him return it nor inform Princey of its location.

Virgil’s out of ideas. He frowns at the stolen phone.

Well.

Maybe he has one more idea.

He can't text Princey, but maybe he can text Nerdbot or Calico.

Surely Princey has their numbers. Virgil can text them from his phone, and explain the situation. Mentally trying to compose the text, Virgil picks up the sparkly phone.

It's locked.

Part of Virgil wants to give up. He tried, he failed, time for bed.

He needs a number combination. Maybe Princey did the smart thing and came up with something unique, but maybe…

Virgil tries Remus's birthday, which is, after all, also Princey's birthday. The lock screen cuts him off after just four digits and says that nope, that wasn't it. Virgil tries just the year.

The phone unlocks.

“That is not a very secure passcode,” Virgil tells it. “Anyone could guess that, all they need to know is how old you are.”

Princey's phone is still open to the map app, and the route they'd taken from his house to Virgil’s apartment is still up. It had been a pretty quick trip, only a few miles.

Virgil has another idea.

Five minutes later, Virgil is on his bike, following the route in reverse. He doesn't dare touch any buttons and risk losing the starting position, so he can't ask for a route intended for bikes instead of cars, but he has the blue dot of his current location, and when he has to detour around a too-busy road with no bike lane or sidewalks, he's able to navigate back to the route without undue difficulty.

Soon, Virgil is pedaling up the driveway. He parks his bike in front of the porch, takes a steadying breath, and knocks on the door.

Nerdbot answers the door. “Virgil, hi,” he greets, looking mildly surprised to see him. Which, fair, they just got rid of him this morning.

“Hi,” Virgil says, trying to look past him without being obvious and rude about it. “Uh, is Roman home?”

Nerdbot raises an eyebrow at him, but nods and gestures for Virgil to step into the foyer. “Roman?” he calls into the rest of the house.

“Whaat?” Roman calls back from another room. He pops round the doorframe, and Nerdbot gestures to Virgil. “Scaramour!” Roman says, sounding genuinely pleased to see him. “What brings you here?”

“My bike,” Virgil quips. He holds up the accidentally stolen phone, and Roman lights up.

“You found it!” he cries, bounding over and snatching his phone out of Virgil’s hand. “Oh, I have been looking for this, where was it?”

“At my place,” Virgil admits.

“Huh,” says Princey, and, “Oops.”

Virgil’s about to apologize for accidentally stealing Roman's phone, when thunder rolls and the sky, which had gotten increasingly cloudy on the way over, opens up.

Roman shoves his phone back at Virgil, who only doesn't drop it due to luck and reflexes, and dashes out into the sudden rain. Before Virgil can process what's happening, Roman grabs Virgil’s bicycle and hauls it bodily up the porch steps and through the front door.

“...What,” Virgil says.

“You are my dark and stormy knight on shining bicycle,” Princey proclaims. “You have done me a great service by locating and returning my phone, and it would be dishonorable to send you home in such weather. Nor shall I allow your noble steed to rust!” He slicks his dampened hair back from his face. “I must insist that you grace us with your company until the storm passes.”

Virgil looks to Nerdbot for help. Nerdbot looks out the door at the rain. “I agree, this certainly isn't biking weather,” he says. “Have you had dinner?”

“Um,” says Virgil, feeling quite off-balance. “No?”

Nerdbot nods decisively and closes the door. “We were just sitting down to eat. I insist you join us.” He ushers Virgil into the dining room and says to Calico, “Please set another place, Patton. We have a guest.”

“Oh!” Calico—Patton?—says, smiling at Virgil. “Welcome back!”

“Hi,” Virgil says, and lets Nerdbot seat him, and lets Calico put a plate in front of him.

The rain doesn't let up all through dinner. In fact, it's pouring harder at the end of the meal than it had been at the start.

Nerdbot pulls up a weather forecast and frowns. “It looks like we're going to continue having heavy rain all night,” he says. “We currently have a flash flood warning until five in the morning tomorrow. ‘Do not attempt to travel unless you are fleeing a flooded area.’” He looks up at Virgil. “I'm sorry for the abrupt change in plans, but it looks like you're going to have to stay the night again.”

“Oh,” Virgil says. “Sorry.” He'd just meant to return the phone and apologize, but because of the rain they had to feed him again and now they have to put up with him for a whole nother night!

“It's no imposition,” Nerdbot reassures. “I'll prepare a guest room for you, and Patton can find you a spare set of pajamas.”

“Thanks,” says Virgil weakly. They're much better hosts than he deserves. He could have just slept on the couch again.

Nerdbot smiles at him. “You are welcome,” he says. “Roman, will you clear the table?”

Roman pouts, and Virgil offers, “I'll help.” It's the least he can do.

“Do you have work in the morning?” Roman asks while he puts away the leftovers and Virgil does the dishes.

“Yeah.”

“I'll drive you. Do you wanna stop by your place again, or wash your clothes here so you can wear them tomorrow?”

Fuck. Virgil winces. “I was going to do laundry tonight,” he remembers aloud. “My uniform is dirty, so I was going to wash it!”

“Oh no!” Roman says. “Do you have a spare?”

“I… I guess there's one at work I can borrow,” Virgil says, relaxing slightly. Yeah. He can do that, and then he can do laundry tomorrow.

Calico comes back with an armful of pajamas. “I think these should fit you,” he says, handing them to Virgil. “They might be a little loose.”

“I like loose,” Virgil reassures him. He hesitates. “Is… do you think I could take a shower?” He hasn't had one in days, and honestly he's feeling pretty gross.

“Probably?” Calico says. He starts back the way he'd come. “Logan?” he calls.

There's a muffled reply, and Patton leads Virgil up the stairs. “Logan?” he calls again as they reach the top.

Nerdbot steps out of one of the several doorways lining the long upstairs hallway. “What?” he asks.

“Is it safe to take a shower?”

“It's not ideal,” Nerdbot says, “but as the thunderstorm appears to have given way to just rain, we're unlikely to have a lightning strike. Go ahead.”

Patton smiles up at Virgil. “I'll get you a towel!” He opens one of the other doors, which leads to a stuffed linen closet, and hands Virgil a fluffy blue towel. “The bathroom's at the end of the hall,” he says, pointing. “Take as long as you need, we've got a big water heater.”

“Thanks,” Virgil says, and absconds into the bathroom. He locks the door behind him and sets his pile of borrowed clothes on the floor. Then he strips and enjoys a nice hot shower.

Their water pressure is great. Virgil stays under the spray far longer than is necessary to scrub the grime from his skin. When he steps out, Virgil is squeaky clean, and the most relaxed he's been all day.

Time to see what kind of pajamas Calico picked out for him.

Long pajama pants the same style as Logan's nerdy ones, but plaid this time, both a long-sleeved and a short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of boxer briefs. Virgil debates, but eventually decides that someone else's clean underwear is better than his own dirty underwear, and puts them on. He wonders for a moment whose boxers they are, but shuts that thought down. He doesn't need to know. He doesn't want to know.

There's also a rolled pair of ankle socks, a stocking cap, and a hairband. Patton really wanted to cover all his bases, huh?

Virgil puts on the pants and the long-sleeved shirt, but leaves the rest. They are loose, but not too much more than his own pajamas.

Virgil hangs his damp towel on the open hook beside the other towels, gathers everything else up, and slips out.

Logan had said he would prepare a guest room for him. Virgil figures his best guess would be the room he'd seen Logan come out of. It is indeed a bedroom, with the bed made and the covers turned down invitingly, and there's an unopened water bottle on the nightstand.

This is probably the right room. There's not really any personal stuff in it, so it's really unlikely this is someone else's bedroom.

If it's not the right room, they can tell him later that he was wrong and fucked it up. Virgil puts his dirty clothes on the floor, then cracks open the water bottle and sits down on the bed to have a sip.

What is this mattress made of, cotton candy!? It's soft and he sinks right in. He can't feel the springs at all. Virgil puts his water back on the nightstand and lies down.

He is in heaven.

Objectively, Virgil is in heaven right now. He is lying on a cloud, and it is the most comfortable surface he has ever laid upon. He is never getting up. He's not even near ready to go to sleep yet, but he's never getting up. They'll have to pry him out of this bed with a crowbar. This might be a problem for Future Virgil, when he has to get up for work or, like, to pee, but Future Virgil can suck a dick.

Around an hour later, there's a soft knock and Patton peeks in through the open door. Seeing that Virgil is still up and on his phone, he tiptoes exaggeratedly across the floor. “Sneak, sneak, I'm not here,” he whispers. “I'm just gonna steal your clothes to wash them so they're ready for you tomorrow, okay? I'll empty the pockets first so I don't accidentally destroy anything important.”

“’Kay,” Virgil says.

Patton empties Virgil’s pockets onto the nightstand, and then bundles up the clothes. “Thievery!” he declares softly, scampering away with Virgil’s dirty laundry. Virgil’s lips twitch and he holds back a giggle. Patton pauses at the doorway and asks in a perfectly normal tone, “Do you want me to turn off the light?”

“Sure,” Virgil says. Might as well, and it'll save him the trip. Or the falling asleep with the light on, rather, since he's never leaving this bed.

Patton turns the light off. “Goodnight,” he says, silhouetted by the hall light. “Sleep well. I love you.”

It's probably just a reflex. He probably didn't mean to say that, not to Virgil. He barely knows him. He probably says it to Logan and Roman all the time, and it just slipped out. Virgil bites the reflexive ‘love you too’ back from the tip of his tongue, then thinks maybe he should have said it back anyway, make Patton feel less awkward about his own reflexive slip. But then it's been too long, and it wouldn't sound natural, and Virgil just says,

“Goodnight.”

Patton pulls the door to, and leaves Virgil alone in the dark.

He plays a game on his phone for a few more hours, and then sinks back into the wonderfully soft bed and sleeps.

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Chapter 6: Baiting the Trap

[ambrozjas]

Hi can you do ponyboy with reader who hard on themselves because they doesn't wanna get bad grades <3

can i borrow a pencil? ꨄ︎

ponyboy curtis x reader

✧˖*°࿐notes 🧸 ᰔᩚ

this req was so cute :) thank you anon !!

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

fear of failure i guess? other than that i don’t think there’s any more

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

689 words, 3615 characters

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the school bell rang, creating an obnoxious sound that made you grit your teeth. but at least you could go home.

you and ponyboy only had a few of the same classes together, and by the time the end of the day hit, you were about ready to toss yourself into his arms once you saw him.

just as you were on your way out the door, heavy backpack full of textbooks slung over one shoulder, you heard your teacher call your name.

“hey, can i see you for a sec?” he said, beckoning you over with his index finger. you paused for a second in the door, contemplating what you did before you obeyed and walked back over to his desk.

he looked up at you, sighed, and took off his clear glasses, those circular eyeglasses that he so stupidly wore, full of pretentiousness as he claimed that glasses made man look more dignified or whatever. not that you cared anyways.

his interlocked his fingers and held his hands underneath his nose and sighed deeply again. you were annoyed at this point. he’s so far wasted about two mins of time that you could be taking to walk home, according to the crooked black clock placed on the wall. “do i need to make an adjustment for you?” he finally asked.

“i’m sorry?” you tilted your head to the side as if you heard him incorrectly. an adjustment?

your teacher simply grabs a paper out the drawer and puts it on the desk, a bright red letter circled on the top right of it. and your heart sank when you saw. you had gotten a c. you had gotten a c on your test.

“there’s no way..” you mumbled, grabbing the paper into your hands and looking closer as if the grade would change once you blinked.

“there is a way. this is unacceptable, and i’m sorry but if you can’t keep your grade at least higher than a b-, you cannot be in this class.” he smacked his lips, turning his attention back to the computer. you threw your head back and internally groaned as you made your way for the door.

while you walked home, you decided to stop by the curtis house. you just had to see ponyboy, hoping he would provide you at least some relief from this feeling of failure.

you opened the door to find it surprisingly unlocked, before assuming two bit or johnny had come over beforehand and forgot to lock it.

you moped over to your boyfriend’s room and opened the door. he bolted upright up, his book falling over to the side as you plopped onto his bed with your arms over your eyes.

“hi?” pony said, shifting his knee to nudge your head. all you did was groan.

“pony, i think i’m dumb.” you finally said, peeking at him through the small gap between your arms. you saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion, “you ain’t dumb.”

“yes i am. i can’t believe i got a c on my test. i’ve half a mind to drop out and get it over with.”

“stop sayin’ that, you’re not dumb.” he tells you, knocking his knee against your head a little harder this time.

“ow! wha’s that for?”

“tryna to knock some sense into you.” he replied nonchalantly before he did it again. “cut it out.” you said, swatting at his leg.

“then say you’re not dumb.” he knocked your head again.

“i’m not dumb, i just—“

“listen, if you’re so worried about it then why don’t i just help you study for a retake?” he said, leaning over you and pulling your elbows away from your face. “there are no retakes, ponyboy.”

“then for the next test. le’s start right now, i’ll help you with some notes.” he got up, and grabbed one of his notebooks off of his desk.

“pony?”

“yeah?”

you looked at him for a second, admiring how he was so willing to help you. how he actually cared. ponyboy was the best boyfriend ever in your eyes, nothing could ruin that.

“can i borrow a pencil?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sorry this took a bit !! i’ve been busy with schoolwork and wanted to write it comfortably without everything on my mind 🫶 hope you enjoy !!

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[ilovetheriddler]

Escape room affections.

(BTAS) The Riddler/Edward Nygma X F!Reader.

(The escape room is really badly designed, and the puzzles don't actually do anything. This obviously frustrates Edward greatly.)

Word Count: 691.

Contents: Edward being frustrated, kisses, and affection.

You couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the sight of your boyfriend Edward, slowly losing his mind as a result of the escape room that you thought would be a fun date idea to do.

You truly love and adore Edward and how intelligent he is... but at times, that is his biggest flaw. Like now, as he was overthinking this escape room. He was so frantically trying to piece together puzzles that, in his mind and opinion, should work.

A part of you honestly didn't even have the heart to tell him that those puzzles weren't actually important and that the escape room was just really poorly designed and didn't actually use puzzles, that those were just there for decoration.

"Damn it! Why isn't this working? It's clearly the only correct solution to this!"

"Edward, sweetheart, I think that -"

"Not now, my love! I'm trying to figure out why this isn't working, These puzzles are borderline, something a toddler could solve. So the fact that they aren't working, despite me having clearly solved them, is a huge insult to me!"

He continued trying to solve the, quite literally, useless puzzles. The frustration and growing anger apparent on his face. You feel a bit guilty. When you saw that a new escape room had been opened, you thought it would be fun for Edward, that it would be a cute date idea. But perhaps you should have looked more into it beforehand. You walk over to him and place your hand on his shoulder.

"Edward.... the puzzles aren't important...."

A genuine look of surprise and confusion immediately crosses his face. He's silent for a few moments, clearly processing exactly what you just said to him. Before it fully registers with him and that look of frustration returns.

"Well, that's just idiotic! What kind of archaic fools create an escape room that doesn't rely on puzzles?!"

"I don't know.... listen, um, I'm sorry about this... I wasn't aware of it beforehand... so I'm sorry if I've unintentionally ruined our date...."

He looked slightly taken aback by your sudden saddened tone.

"My love, I assure you that while I am frustrated over the foolish design of this escape room, I'm not upset at you. In fact, the fact that I got to spend time with you is the only saving grace from this evening!"

"Really...? I'm glad then... oh! Um... here, I found it in one of the plants a few minutes ago..."

You hand him a simple key, more specifically, the key to get out of here. You feel your face heat up slightly once he leans in and places a simple yet sweet kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you, my love. I appreciate you trying to set up a date that I'd enjoy. It's not your fault that it went.... somewhat awry."

He unlocks the door, and the two of you leave the wildly underwhelming escape room. Edward has a certain look in his eyes that catches your attention, like he's planning something in his head.

"You know, I could make an escape room leagues more impressive than... that disgrace back there! Oh... perhaps i could even use it as a new challenge for Batman! Yes, that'd be perfect!"

"Well, if anyone can design an insane escape room, then it'd probably be you..."

He gets a somewhat smug yet genuine grin on his face at your compliment. He drapes his arm over your shoulders as you walk, leaning into you some. He then presses a gentle and quick kiss to your lips suddenly. Ruffling your hair slightly once he pulls away.

"Oh course, it'll be great, my dear. I'll finally be able to put an end to that caped crusader after all this time! I'm sure it'll work this time... oh, and I'd love for you to test it out for me.... before I add anything lethal, I mean."

"I'd be overjoyed to test out your escape room trap whenever you finish it....."

Edward walks you back to your apartment, bidding you goodnight before he starts making his way back to his place. He has plans that he must attend to...

[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Six

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking (cigarettes) word count: 2.3k a/n: this part was a little shorter than I wanted but I didn't wanna add the next part and make it super long.

pov: layla

The first two-thirds of the game flew by quickly and Allie cheered next to me the whole time. The arena filled up quickly with our peers and family members of Matt's team as well as the opposition. I was thankful I understood the game already and didn't have to have Matt mansplain it to me beforehand. There was a 15-minute intermission for the teams to discuss their strategies between each third and the last one had just started before the final third.

"What do you think so far?" Allie asked me, a smile still on her lips and I looked at the scoreboard to see that they were losing by 12 points.

"So much for being the best hockey team in the state," I raised my eyebrows teasingly with a small smile on my lips and she shook her head with a smile that widened.

"Oh before I forget, can I get your number?" Allie asked hopefully and I nodded, pulling my phone out of my pocket and unlocking it.

"Just put your number in and message yourself," I said as I handed her my phone and she nodded in response, clicking on my contacts.

Before she could speak again, she got interrupted by someone calling my name. I turned my head to the rink where I saw Matt standing at the entrance to the rink, still on the ice that way his skates didn't get fucked up by the hard floors. He was holding his helmet and stick in one hand as he seemed slightly out of breath, his hair fluffed up from being in the helmet.

"Come here!" Matt called out to me with a wave of his gloved hand.

I looked at Allie in confusion and she shooed me away with her hands. I quickly got up and walked down to the rink, feeling eyes watching me as I walked up to Matt.

"What's up?" I asked, confusion clear on my face as he looked down at me, the slight elevation of the rink as well as his skates making him a lot taller than usual.

"You good?" he asked, swiping the small bead of sweat that was running down his forehead.

"I should be asking you that," I raised my eyebrows before my eyes glanced to the scoreboard, "What happened to breaking a leg, Captain?"

He smirked with a shrug of his shoulders, "Maybe I need a bit of extra luck today."

"What are you implying?" I squinted my eyes at him and he looked behind me at the small crowd of people before returning his gaze to mine. His sky-blue eyes seemed brighter from the reflection of the lights on the ice and his smirk widened.

"How about a kiss for good luck?" he asked, his eye glimmering with mischief and I raised my eyebrows, making an unimpressed face.

"Just because you're losing by 12 points doesn't mean I'm gonna kiss you to make you feel better," I told him matter-of-factly and he smiled shaking his head.

He shrugged as he adjusted the glove on his left hand, "Worth a shot."

I sighed up at him before biting my lip. My eyes glanced down to his pink lips that were pouted slightly as his mouth hung open, his breathing still slightly heavy. He stared down at me, making an over-exaggerated sad face and I rolled my eyes.

"You're the worst," I mumbled before I reached forward, placing my hand on the back of his neck as I leaned over the railing and pecked his cheek lightly. I pulled back to see the genuine shock on his face as I held my hand on the back of his neck still, "You better win after that, pretty boy."

I moved my hand from the back of his neck and patted his clean-shaven cheek as he continued to stare down at me. He looked like he was about to say something but got interrupted.

"Matt! Pull your head outta your ass. Let's go!" Chris skated past him as he yelled at him and Matt snapped his head to his brother before looking back to me.

"Another one for good luck?" he smiled at me cheekily and I stepped back so I was no longer leaning over the railing.

"Don't push it," I smiled at him and he shook his head, sliding the helmet back over his head before nodding at me. I backed away from him as he pushed away from the railing and effortlessly glided back over to his team. I jogged back up the stairs to where Allie was sitting, cheesing at me like she'd just won the lottery, "What?"

"Nothin'," she downturned her smile to try to hide it as she looked back into the ice.

+++

The rest of the game went by quickly and Matt's team redeemed themselves. By the end of the game, the score was a tie at 21 all around. In order to break the tie, a shootout was put in place.

I noticed the 3 players picked for Matt's team were Nate, Chris and Matt. The opposition decided to shoot first, getting the score within a few seconds. Nate was up next to shoot and he glided across the ice effortlessly before he scored the goal.

I cheered along with Allie now, feeling the adrenaline that she was. The opposition was up again and once again, they scored. A cheer was heard around the arena from the supporters as our team sighed or groaned in disappointment.

Chris was up next to shoot and he took his time as he glided towards the goal. Tension was building in my stomach as Chris took the shot and he scored, throwing his fist up triumphantly.

The opposing team was up for their last score and I chewed on my lip as I leaned forward, praying that he would miss it. To our luck, he took the shot too early and Daniel blocked it, sending me into a cheer of victory as Allie bounced in her seat.

Matt was up last, being the decider of the tiebreak. He slid to the middle of the ice, the puck being placed directly next to his puck. He seemed to take a breath, looking over in my direction and I saw a glimpse of a smile behind his helmet before he looked back at the goalie who was blocking his path.

Within an instant, he flashed down the ice and as he got closer to the goal, I chewed on my lip harder. He was about 4 feet from the net and he hit the puck at lightning speed but the goalie didn't drop down fast enough and the puck flew into the net.

I jumped up from my seat and cheered in pure joy with Allie who jumped up and down next to me. I looked over to see Chris flying towards Matt on the ice and collided with him, pulling him in a hug.

"I can't believe he just did that!" Allie screamed next to me and I smiled widely at her, "He's never taken a shot like that!"

"What does winning this game mean?" I asked her as she beamed beside me, picking up her bag.

"They're onto the semi-finals," she clapped her hands excitedly and I raised my eyebrows.

"I didn't know these last three games were such a big deal," I told her honestly and she nodded before I spun around, making my way down the steps, "Where do we go?"

"They need to shower and get changed. I usually just wait outside," she told me and I nodded before making my way to the exit. I watched as family and friends from the other team exited the building with disheartened looks covering their faces and I could easily tell who was cheering for Matt's team since their faces were lit up in joy.

As we walked through the entry area before reaching the doors to go outside, I felt someone tap my shoulder before saying, "Excuse me."

I spun around to see a girl who couldn't have been much younger than me with dark brown hair, "Yeah?"

"Are you the girl who was talking to the Captain of the Bats?" she asked and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Uh... yeah. Why?" I questioned, glancing at Allie as she just shrugged, looking just as confused as I was.

"Oh, no reason. Just wondering," she quickly said before she ran back into the arena and I shook my head.

"Well that was fucking weird," I stated and Allie hummed in response as I turned around, making my way outside to wait for the boys.

I leaned against the cold brick wall, the sun now set making the air even more chilly. Allie stood in front of me, shivering from the cold wind and I looked over at her.

"Fuck it's cold out here," she mumbled as she slid her hood on.

"Do you want my jacket?" I asked and she tilted her head at me.

"Then you'll be cold," she furrowed her eyebrows and I shrugged, starting to slide the jacket off of my body.

"I like being cold. Don't worry about it," I handed her the jacket and she gave me a thankful smile. Since she was significantly shorter than me and her puffer jacket was small, the leather jacket was easily slid over the top of it, "Just make sure to give me it back before you go. I wear that every day."

"I wouldn't dream of stealing this from you. I never see you without it unless we're in gym," she said and I nodded as I slid my cigarettes out of my pocket.

"You mind?" I asked and she shook her head with a smile. I nodded as I pulled one out, placing it between my lips before I lit the end of it. I slowly started puffing the cigarette, making sure to blow the smoke away from her face.

"How long have you been smoking?" she asked and I shrugged, flicking the ash on the ground as a group of people walked by looking at me in disgust.

"Like three years," I answered honestly and she seemed surprised, "I started when I was fifteen."

"Oh wow," she looked at me with wide eyes, "My parents would fucking kill me if I ever did that."

With a shrug, I told her, "My dad gave me my first cigarette. Along with everything else."

"Everything else?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested rather than judgemental.

"Weed, beer, shrooms, molly. The whole thing," I explained and she nodded, seeming deep in thought. Before I could explain anything further, I heard a burst of noise come through the doors of the arena entrance and both Allie and I looked over to see Matt's whole team walking out together.

Allie ran over to Chris, jumping on his back and ruffling his hair, "You guys did fucking amazing!"

"Thanks, Al," Chris smiled at her as she slid off of his back, hugging Matt and Nate next. I stood in place, still smoking the last of my cigarette before I threw it on the ground, squishing it with my foot.

Matt turned around to look at me before turning his whole body to face me as I walked towards him, "So, what did you think?"

Instead of congratulating him verbally like I was originally planning on doing, I leaned up and placed another kiss on his cheek before I pulled back and said, "That's for winning."

"What would've happened if I lost?" he asked as he smirked down at me and I shrugged, biting my lip nervously.

"Don't lose and you won't ever have to find out," I smirked up at him before he chuckled, swinging an arm around my shoulders.

"Let me introduce you to everyone," he said as he started walking towards the group again, "Layla, this is Ethan, Ryder, Sam and you've already met Dan, Nate and Chris obviously. Guys, Layla."

"Good job guys," I pursed my lips and they all returned with small mumbles of greetings and thank yous.

"Where we goin'?" one of them said who I now knew as Ryder and Matt shrugged, his arm still around my shoulder.

"Get whatever food you want and we'll meet up at Downs?" Matt suggested and there was a murmur of agreeance before everyone started spitting off into different groups. Chris, Nate, Allie, Matt and I started walking towards where our cars were parked.

"I'll go with Nate," Chris stated once we reached the cars and Matt nodded before Allie spoke up.

"I'm going with Matt and Layla!" she jumped over to us excitedly and I smiled at her enthusiasm.

"See y'all there," Nate waved at us as he slid into his car, Chris hopped in the passenger seat and I looked at Matt.

"What's Downs?" I asked as I rounded the car, Allie jumped into the backseat and slid my jacket off of her body, placing it on to the seat beside her before she slid the back door closed. Matt and I both jumped in, buckling ourselves in.

"It's a parking lot in Downtown. We go there after every good game," Allie explained as Matt handed me the aux cord without a word. I smiled at him, plugging in my phone and clicking on my playlist I curated for situations I'd have to be on aux around multiple people, consisting mainly of pop and rap music.

"What do you guys want to eat?" Matt asked as he adjusted his black hoodie and grey sweatpants, his hair still damp from the quick shower he must've taken.

"Taco Bell!" Allie yelled quickly and Matt looked at me, making a face as if to ask if I was okay with Taco Bell.

I shrugged, picking at my nails, "I'm not really that hungry."

Matt shook his head as he pulled out of the parking lot and started heading in the direction I assumed Taco Bell was in. He turned up the volume on the radio and the song playing was Gold Digger by Kanye. I lip-synced to the words, looking out the window as I did so. I turned my head back to look at Allie who was dancing by herself in the back seat making me giggle at her over-the-top dance moves.

"Hey can you do me a favour?" Matt asked, talking over the music and I turned my head to look at him, "Can you just write down everything you guys want so it's easier for me to order?"

"Sure," I replied, pulling my notes app up before handing my phone to Allie, thankful that the aux cord was long enough to reach to her, "Write down what you want from Taco Bell."

"Oh right," Allie paused her dancing, quickly typing in what she wanted before handing the phone back to me. She resumed her dancing and I shook my head with a smile.

"Do you want me to write yours down too?" I asked Matt and he shook his head.

"Nah it's fine. Just write what you want," he responded and I chewed at my lip, just typing a large Pepsi into the notes app and I noticed Matt glance at me, "Get food. You haven't eaten since 3:30 at the very least."

"I had some of Allie's Sour Patch Kids," I told him and he shook his head as we stopped at a red light, turning his body to face mine.

"Get food," he deadpanned and I just looked at him.

"I had a big lunch," I answered and he continued staring at me.

"Layla, get something," he repeated as the light turned green and we drove down the street further, "And you're not paying me back."

"God you're so annoying," I grumbled before typing in a taco with just lettuce and cheese into my notes app.

"I love this song!" Allie chirped from the back, leaning forward to turn up the volume even further as the verse of Kill Bill by SZA began playing. She threw herself back into her seat before she started singing. I quietly sang along with her as Matt bopped his head to the music.

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@leprechaunbirthdaygirl

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien’s On Fire MQ translation + video with sub EN (Part 1/3)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for an MQ that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

On Fire MQ | Part 1 (1-2) | Part 2 (3-4) | Part 3 (5-6) | Moisturize ASMR

[Warning]: The content of this MQ is currently the most explicit compared to other dates and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

[Subbed Video, TURN ON CC!]

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[Transcript Ver]

—[Part 1]— Video Timestamp: [00:09]

Creak—The vehicle smoothly enters the cobblestone road of the small town and comes to a stop in a courtyard.

I eagerly open the car door, and unexpectedly, cold air rushes into my nostrils, causing me to shiver involuntarily.

MC: Hiss, so cold.

Lucien parks the car, then walks to me with luggage in his hand. He takes off his scarf and wraps it around my neck.

Lucien: [chuckles] Be careful not to catch a cold.

MC: The weather forecast clearly said that it's very warm here. If only I had known that this would happen instead, I would have brought a few more warm clothes.

Lucien's dark eyes curve slightly, and his other hand encircles me, shielding me from the cold wind behind.

Lucien: [smiles] Just endure a bit more, we'll be home soon.

I walk alongside him to the eaves of the villa, and once the passcode unlocks, we rush through the door.

This year's winter is unusually harsh. Lucien and I came to this southern town to spend the Spring Festival, and incidentally, to complete a small task.

--A large-scale social experiment about emotions.

Certainly, without a doubt, Lucien is the consultant for this experiment.

I originally planned to leisurely spend a warm winter, but the current temperature is much lower than I imagined. But… I’m already here anyway.

I turn on the heating, and nestle into the soft sofa, waiting for the warmth to set in. I glance at Lucien, who is busy organizing luggage nearby.

MC: Aren't you cold?

Lucien chuckles and folds the scarf that I tossed on the sofa. He then sits beside me and gently takes hold of my wrist.

His palms warmed up without me noticing, and I have no idea when it happened; they are warm and cozy now.

[🥺 He must've warmed it up beforehand, saving the warmth for her… This part is really reminiscent of his bondage date ahah]

Lucien: I'm fine, but considering the size of this villa... it'll take about another ten minutes for the floor heating to warm up.

Lucien doesn't let go but shifts to half-embrace me. He reaches into the open luggage on the table, pulling out a fleece blanket to cover me.

The fleece blanket is originally meant to cover my legs during work, so it feels a bit small when draped over my body. I snuggle into his embrace.

MC: Still a bit cold…

Lucien: [in a gentle tone] Do you need a thicker blanket? I can go to the bedroom and look for one.

I shake my head, looking at Lucien eagerly, then narrow my eyes. The next moment, I gently roll over and pounce on Lucien.

I was originally half-embraced by him, and as my body subtly shifted its weight, my chin came to rest directly against the warm hollow of his collarbone.

MC: The heating is too slow. Can you warm me up instead?

Lucien's gaze briefly glides over my hands embracing him, then returns to my face, gently lifting the corner of his lips.

Lucien: Of course, but rather than saying I want to warm you up, it's more accurate to say I want to be closer to your body temperature.

I gently rub my still cold face against his shoulder, while my hands around his neck quietly seek warmth.

My nose catches the scent of the clothes warmed by his body heat, the familiar scent disperses the chill on my body.

MC: Mmh…

I let out a contented sigh, lazily reluctant to get up, until Lucien's hand gently brushed over my back, carrying a suggestive hint.

Lucien: (whispers) The floor heating is already warming up. It seems this lady needs more than just its temperature.

I sense the chest beneath me vibrating slightly. Lifting my head, I catch Lucien's undisguised smile.

Meeting those cunning eyes, an inexplicable warmth rises in my ears.

MC: It's still early, we need to unpack and check out the rooms and such…

MC: But at this moment... Professor Lucien should know what I need more.

I smoothly climb up to his neck, allowing his hands to linger on my body, letting my skin absorb his warmth.

And then, we maintain this intimate position until heat replaces the last trace of coldness.

Lucien reaches out to touch my heated face, his voice carrying a hint of a smile.

Lucien: [whispers] Do you want to go to the bedroom? We can lie together in the soft blankets, prolonging this experience.

I shake my head reluctantly. He then supports me to stand up from the sofa that's tilted askew.

I gently gather the clothes that had scattered a bit due to our previous action, then wink at him.

MC: Professor Lucien's equipment hasn't been sorted out yet... Perhaps I can go make a cup of coffee. When you're done, we can go back together.

Lucien: Alright.

(T/N: this scene is the least descriptive in the date, but yes, they impliedly had some ‘fun’ here- MC on top (read again on how they maintain the same position while replacing coldness with ‘heat’ and the sus aftermath LOL))

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The coffee releases a rich aroma under the brewing hot water. I stroll around as I wait.

The design and decoration of this villa are so simple and spacious, nothing particularly stands out. I circle back to the living room and see Lucien organizing laboratory equipment at the table.

I casually glance at the intricate device in his hands and can't shake the feeling of familiarity.

MC: By the way, I've always forgotten to ask, what is the direction of this social experiment?

MC: All participants are living in a small town for a period of time; I've never been part of such a large-scale experiment before…

Lucien sets down the instruments in his hands, taps on his phone twice, and hands it to me.

Lucien: It's a project in the field of social psychology. Recently, this research has gained significant attention in academic circles, so sponsors decided to fund this large-scale experiment.

MC: Let me see... “Research suggests that couples tend to become more synchronized with each other over time…”

MC: "This synchronization goes beyond habits and lifestyle; it can even manifest in emotions and brainwaves."

MC: Brainwaves synchronize too? Does that mean even our thinking becomes more alike over time?

Lucien: Mm. Neurons in corresponding locations of lovers' brains activate simultaneously, like dancers dancing together.

MC: It's surprising that it can go to such extent…

Lucien looks at my astonished expression without surprise, and his slender fingers carefully move aside the instrument adorned with numerous electrode patches.

Lucien: There are two hundred couples in this experiment. The organizers will track and record them.

Lucien: After sampling the brainwaves, research institutions will verify how the brainwaves of both partners change when they experience emotions.

Sampling brainwaves... I can't help but recall that summer day in the village filled with lotus flowers, where Lucien and I wore special devices while picking lotus.

(T/N: Reference to Lotus Date!)

MC: No wonder! I had a feeling that the device looked familiar. Is it similar to the one we used to measure brainwaves in the lotus village?

Perhaps recalling that same scene, Lucien flashes a faint smile.

Lucien: Indeed similar, but this time, the experiment will include additional measurement parameters to facilitate comparison with the established standards.

Lucien: This is the responsibility I need to oversee—requires precision but is quite relaxed, and won't interfere with our personal schedules.

MC: Hehe, since you say so, I'm going to willfully enjoy your time~

The coffee machine chimes, and I bring two cups of warm coffee, joining Lucien on the sofa.

The already warmed room is filled with the aroma of coffee, and our body temperatures exchange while snuggling together.

MC: No work, no worries, and with you by my side, I'm just too happy~

Lucien blows on the hot coffee, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a hint of 'distress'.

Lucien: It's just a pity that this coffee is a bit too hot and I can't finish it quickly.

Lucien: Although it's still early, we've been on the road all day today, worn out and weary from the journey.

Lucien: I think we can allow ourselves to rest early and recharge.

His voice lowers, steady and gentle, like an unspoken tacit invitation. I instinctively lean in closer.

MC: Let's take a short nap then.

I take Lucien's hand as we rise, lazily leaning against his shoulder as we head towards the bedroom.

In front of the bedroom, Lucien gently holds my chin, gently kissing the corner of my lips. Only then does he push open the door. After that, he pauses slightly.

MC: What's wrong?

With confusion, I looked at the door and froze in place.

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—[Part 2]— Video Timestamp: [05:58]

The master bedroom is empty; not only is there no bed, but there is also no furniture inside.

The fleeting sleepiness completely vanishes in an instant. I exchange a glance with Lucien, then we both tacitly turn around and walk towards the other rooms of the villa.

Until we return to the bedroom again, wearing identical puzzled expressions on our faces.

MC: This seems to be the only bedroom… The other rooms are decorated normally, and there are no other empty spaces.

Lucien: Same here.

Lucien knocks on the wall, his brows furrowing in contemplation.

Lucien: No furniture in the storage room could be used as a bed, and none of the sofas are convertible.

MC: ...Could it be a mistake on the part of the organizers?

Lucien: Continuing to speculate won't get us anywhere. We might as well just ask them directly.

On the side, Lucien has already taken out his phone and dialed a number.

Lucien: This is Lucien.

Lucien: Yes, we've encountered some issues…

I wait anxiously for the outcome of the conversation. When Lucien hangs up the phone, he shakes his head with a wry smile.

Lucien: Just been informed that we're also on the list of experiment participants, and the empty bedroom is part of the experiment.

Lucien: The organizers said we can go to the furniture store to choose the furniture we need, and they will cover the expenses.

I raise an eyebrow, unable to resist a quiet grumble.

MC: Nowadays, the responsibilities of scientific consultants are increasing. In addition to supervising experiment sampling, they also have to personally get involved…

MC: We'll have to make sure they get a raise for all this!

Just a moment ago, I was indulging in fantasies of a leisurely vacation life, but reality quickly gave me a small "shock".

I scratch my hair in frustration, while Lucien's gaze remains fixed on my face, seemingly studying my expression.

(And also 'studying' her color too, because MC's mood and emotions affect her 'colors'; i think this experiment regarding emotions will be interesting in his eyes 🥺)

Lucien: Your current mood perfectly validates the effectiveness of their experimental variables. Doesn't it?

He reaches out and patiently smoothes out the tousled hair I've messed up, a smile playing on the corner of his lips.

Lucien: However, it's our freedom to choose whether to participate in the experiment or not. If you're unwilling, there's no need for this classmate to worry, you can just tell me directly.

His gaze is focused and gentle, smoothing away the slight irritation in my heart that arose from the change in our status.

Even though the vacation I had envisioned was about lazily spending time with Lucien…

Having him by my side to participate in this somewhat challenging experiment might lead to even more interesting things happening.

With that in mind, I meet Lucien's gaze and smile at him.

MC: Let's participate!

MC: It's just a small experiment about emotions, I won't be led around by it.

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The vehicle comes to a stop at the entrance of the furniture exhibition. Through the large glass walls, the bright and clean exhibition area can be vaguely seen.

On a giant poster, the activity slogan is written: "From loss to rebuilding emotional resonance."

Below the posters, many couples are trying out various styles of furniture, chatting and laughing together.

MC: Ah, this ergonomic chair goes so well with the contemplative design of the bookcase in the villa! How about getting two chairs in different colors?

Lucien: Hmm, the leather on this sofa is very soft, and the crescent-shaped design is quite unique. Would you like to come and lie down with me?

With our shopping list edited and revised, we've almost explored the entire exhibition area of large furniture stores. Unconsciously, the subtle emotions from earlier have already transformed into joy.

As I walk and browse, a model room catches my attention.

From the curtains to the carpet, the model room exudes a strong Bohemian style.

As artificial sunlight streams through the openwork curtains, the light filters in patches, while the knots sway gently, creating the illusion of being in a Central European inn.

I sit on a chair woven from unfamiliar grasses and wood, swaying gently, while holding hands with Lucien, our hands swaying along with the motion.

MC: [smile softly] I feel like I might have grasped a bit of the organizer's intention.

Lucien: Because you encountered some designs that piqued your interest?

MC: Mm, anyway, the visual enjoyment at this moment is wonderful. Like there are pieces of furniture with a nomadic style and—

My hand reaches out towards the dream catcher hanging above, then slowly glides towards Lucien, who is seated beside me.

MC: And amidst all these flowers and greenery, there's the handsome Professor Lucien~

Lucien gently leans to the side, pressing his cheek against the palm of my outstretched hand. Just then, the deliberately subdued argument shattered our sweet atmosphere.

Boy: I told you that this chair wouldn't be comfortable for you to work in, why did you still buy it?

Girl: By your picky selection, we won't even have time to change the furniture tonight, and will end up sleeping on the floor.

MC: ….?

My attention involuntarily shifts towards the arguing couple, and my swaying legs come to a halt.

I casually get up and walk closer, pretending to be nonchalant as I carefully examine the vase in front of me.

Boy: Then blame the experiment, stop picking on me.

Girl: Wasn't it you who wanted to participate in this experiment in the first place? And I came along just to accompany you, didn't I?

MC: ...Did these two argue because of this experiment?

Fortunately, they quickly noticed the increasing number of glances and, after calming down, resumed their conversation in low voices.

My fingertips trace the patterns on the vase when suddenly, a slender and beautiful hand picks up the vase.

A familiar warmth envelops me from behind, as I hear Lucien's soft smiling whisper close to my ear.

Lucien: You seem to really like this vase. How about it, should we buy it and take it home?

My attempt to eavesdrop is exposed by Lucien. I blush, quickly taking the vase from his hand and placing it back where it was.

MC: (blushes and averts eyes) Ahem, it's not like I was intentionally eavesdropping. the voices just seemed to find their way into my ears.

As I speak, I pull him along with a guilty conscience, until we're far enough away for that tense atmosphere to dissipate around us.

Thinking about what just happened, I can't help but compare it to my usual interactions with Lucien.

Even when there are conflicts, it seems like Lucien and I have never slipped into impatience, blaming each other, or avoiding responsibility.

MC: Lucien, I always feel like your emotions are consistently stable…

Lucien: Hm? Why do you suddenly say that?

MC: It's just that when I saw others arguing because of negative emotions influencing each other... I couldn't help but think about myself.

I wrap my arm around Lucien's and give it a gentle shake.

MC: You see, when I'm in front of you, it seems like I've never had any qualms about restraining my emotions.

MC: Because I know that you'll accept all my happiness and unhappiness without reservation.

Lucien squeezes my fingertips and chuckles softly.

Lucien: Of course, that's also something I find intriguing. I'm really fond of your emotions.

MC: Well, if that's the case... then if I could convey more of my happy emotions to you—

MC: Would that make you even happier?

The air is filled with the scent of new wooden furniture, vibrant colors surrounding us. We stroll as if in a bustling campsite nestled within a forest.

Lucien's dark eyes curve as he holds my fingertips.

Lucien: On the contrary, I feel that every human emotion is necessary.

Lucien: The different emotions you display are like refracted rays of exceptionally beautiful and intricate colorful light, which arouses my curiosity deeply—

Lucien: And makes me even more eager to explore the ever-changing and blending patterns of these lights.

Lucien: Like right now.

As if to validate his words, his gaze casts down slightly, and he places a tender kiss on my fingertips.

Even amid the bustling surroundings, I feel like I can hear my own heartbeat, and I can see the happiness in his eyes.

A corner of my heart reverberates, my emotions becoming clearer, and I can vividly feel that we share the same frequency of emotions at this moment.

Uncontrollably, I just want to make this happiness linger longer on his face.

MC: That being said, I still want to try to become "happier" first. After all, I also want to make you happier.

I make a cheering gesture, and a handsome curve forms at the corner of Lucien's lips.

Lucien: [chuckles] Looks like this little lady is full of momentum.

Lucien: In response, I'll also pay closer attention to the emotional feedback I receive from you.

With a smile, Lucien takes the retrieval card from the staff, as the dusk casts its golden glow enchantingly, illuminating the tips of his hair.

Lucien: The purchased furniture is all packed up, and the "bedroom makeover" is still awaiting us.

Lucien: Let's go, back to our home.

Part 3 & 4-> [Here]

[heartfullofleeches]

I would be so afraid to enter K's room I have arachnophobia 😭

If she knew beforehand, she'd simply blindfold you so you wouldn't have to see the tanks in the living room and carry you off to the guest room one of the only places in her house without her pets besides the bathrooms and kitchen. She's a lil shit so she might brush a feather or something similar over your arm when you least expect it or bring out an old empty tank and say there's been an escape. Best to stay in the room you're in with the doors closed until she finds the escapee. What do you mean the door doesn't unlock from the inside?

[loveysloveclub]

the man au - party time

in which, what was supposed to be a fun night takes a dramatic turn.

tw: drink spiking, creepy men

molly doesn't think she had ever been this drunk in her life. she had been at the party for just under three hours, and during that three hours she had lost all her friends and had far too many tequilla shots. so, as the room slowly stopped spinning, molly placed her drink on the kitchen table and quickly allowed herself to search the party for at least one of her friends. she rolled her eyes upon realising she couldn't find any of them and just hoped that they would pop up as the night progressed.

turning back around, she smiled at the boy who stood beside her and picked her drink back up, leaving the room in hopes of finding something to do. she had since slowed on the drinking, allowing the cup in her hand to be her last one for the night.

what she didn't expect was for the cup to have the kick that it did. the room went from swaying slightly to full on spinning around her and suddenly couldn't see straight. molly only registered that she may be in trouble when she started seeing colours that definitely weren't there beforehand.

stumbling through the frat house, molly spouted apologies as she ran into every person she crossed before finally making it to the bathroom. closing and locking the door behind her, she gripped the sink as she tried to come to her senses. splashing her face with water wasn't working, and neither was drinking the water from the tap.

she was sure she didn't have enough to drink to leave herself in the condition she was in.

deciding nothing she was doing was working, she decided that maybe it was time to leave. so, with all the strength she had left, she was going to find one of the guys and tell them she was booking an uber home. she was no longer having fun, but rather, freaking out over her current state.

finally mustering up the courage to head back into the party, with flashing lights and music so loud you couldn't hear yourself, molly unlocked and opened the door.

however, she didn't get very far as she ran straight into the chest of the boy from the kitchen, who grabbed her shoulders to stabilise her before she fell on her face.

"shit, sorry. are you okay?" he asked, but even his voice seemed muffled as molly peered up at him in confusion. "i saw you run into the bathroom and just wanted to check on you."

molly hadn't even realised that with every step he was taking forward, she was taking one back, until they were both in the bathroom with the door closed behind them.

"i have to go, find my friends." molly explained to the boy. "the same friends who left you to get this drunk?" he asked with a raise of his eyebrows. molly's face scrunched up. her friends would never leave her, she probably disappeared like she always does at parties.

"yeah." she deadpanned, her voice shaky as she tried to step around the boy, only for him to interfere and step in front of her once more. "bro, get the fuck out of my way."

the boy simply laughed, igniting an anger in molly as she shoved him backwards. he stumbled, but the force of her push alone was enough to send her already stumbling self to the floor. the floor was cold and sent aches through her body, but molly was quick to stagger to her feet. the room was still spinning and she couldn't decide, in her drunken state, if the boy in front of her had a twin or she was merely seeing double.

"well, that's not very nice."

"i'll show you not very nice in a second if you don't get out of my way." molly grumbled as she attempted once more to exit the bathroom, but the boy grabbed her by the wrist to stop her from leaving. sucking in a deep breath, molly did the only thing she could think of doing.

she swung.

the hit couldn't have been very hard, as molly was far too gone to land any proper punches, but it was enough for the boy to release her out of shock, which gave her enough time to bolt out of the bathroom.

she was glad to see that the hallway was filled with people, some giving her weird glances. that was when molly realised she was crying, and not just some tears, but full on bawling. sucking in a breath, the girl turned to see if the boy was following her, only to see that he was no where to be found.

embarrassment coursed through molly as she stopped in a corner of the party, wiping at her cheeks angrily. but with every tear swiped off her face, another replaced it.

god, why was she crying? and why was the room yelling at her? and where were all of her friends?

turning away from the wall she was currently facing, her eyes searched the party for even a friend of a friend, anyone that could help her book and uber so she could get the fuck out of this house.

molly sighed an audible sigh of relief at the sight of ethan edwards and luke hughes, huddled together on a couch, laughing about something. she felt bad that she was probably going to ruin their night with her crying, something she doesn't think they've ever seen her do, but if she stayed at this party for one more moment, she thinks she might have a panic attack and possibly die.

pushing passed that mass of people, she slowly made her way over to the two boys. she continued to wipe at her cheeks, to get rid of the evidence that she had been crying, but she knew she was only probably smudging her makeup further.

ethan saw her first, immediately standing to his feet at the sight of the stumbling girl with a tear streaked face. before she could fall over, he grabbed ahold of her shoulders.

"maxxy, what's wrong?" he asked, his eyes fleeting back to a confused luke, who was standing up from his spot also.

"this guy wouldn't let me leave the bathroom and i think he put something in my drink because the walls are yelling at me and i don't know why. and i just wanna go home. can you help me book an uber?" her voice had turned small by the end of her rant, her hand falling to her back pocket where she usually kept her phone, only to find it missing. "and i can't find my phone. where's my phone? i have to find my phone." molly became panicked again as she turned to leave on a search for her phone.

"wait, which guy?" luke asked, his eyes searching the party as ethan grabbed molly once more and led her to sit on the couch. the blonde simply shrugged as she sunk into the couch further, feeling eyes on her.

"okay, luke is gonna stay here with you and i'll round up the rest of the guys and we'll go, okay? we'll get your phone back another day." ethan told the girl, who nodded.

luke took a seat next to the sniffling blonde, his back rigid as he searched the party. he looked like a guard dog.

molly's eyes fleeted upwards momentarily, the action enough for her to catch sight of the guy from the bathroom. he stood on the other side of the room, just staring eerily at her, as if he was waiting for her to move. her heart stopped and sunk to her stomach.

"luke." she called out, tugging on his arm. the boys eyes softened as he turned to face his friend, who simply pointed at something across the room. his eyes clashed with those of another boys.

"is that him?" luke asked, to which molly simply nodded. "can we wait outside?" molly asked the hockey player, who nodded his head. "just give me a second."

and before molly could stop him, the youngest hughes brother was storming in the direction of the boy from the bathroom, who didn't register what was happening until luke punched him square in the face.

gasps sounded throughout the party as everyone simultaneously stopped what they were doing to watch the fight. molly shot to her feet, mumbling profanities as she stumbled her way towards the two fighting boys. she grabbed luke by the arm before he could swing again, tugging him backwards. she wasn't very strong in the current condition she was in, but it was enough to stop luke from punching the boy again. "luke, let's just go."

"yeah, luke. listen to your bitch." the boy shot back angrily. luke was quick to shove molly off him before going to attack the boy once more. the fight didn't last very long before ethan was running back, mark, dylan and mackie hot on his trails alongside a few other boys from the hockey team.

"you think your tough? putting shit in girls drinks and cornering them in the bathroom?" luke yelled as mark held him back. ethan shot molly a questioning look, to which she avoided. "i don't know what she told you, but she's clearly too drunk to remember that she wanted it." the boy yelled back.

and then, all hell broke loose. mark dropped his arm that was holding luke back and took a step back, allowing the hughes brother to get another swing in.

molly shot ethan a look, the look alone telling him that she was over this and just wanted to go home. ethan nodded his head before grabbing mark once more and forcing him to help him break up the fight.

upon picking luke up off the boy, the two began to shout more digs at each other before ethan and mark were dragging him out of the house.

"what the actual fuck was that?' mackie asked as him and dylan approached molly, the latter wrapping his arm around her shoulder and guiding her out the front.

"i don't know, but that guys lucky only luke jumped in." dylan shrugged.

[rd0265667]

Hanni x Reader: Like you wouldn't believe

Staring blankly at the heart locket in her hand, Hanni fidgeted a little, pressing the little button, the clasp unlocking with a click You were always so beautiful, She could get lost in your eyes forever. Oh, if only she could.

It was 3 years ago, she still remembers clinging onto your shoulder, nagging you about the journey "Did you take your pills?" She questioned, rummaging around your bag as you chuckled, reaching to the front pocket of your bag "Would you just calm down darling, even if I don't take these pills, I still won't forget you. I could never forget you, my love." You turned to her, ruffling her hair. She puffed her cheeks up, as you chuckled, squeezing her cheeks and laughing. "I've got to go now darling, but I'll text you once I get a signal again, okay? I love you" You whispered into her ear, as she nodded, giggling as she felt your light breath on her neck, before mumbling a soft "I love you too" "Link up?" She took her locket, pulling it up as you chuckled, pulling your half of the locket, merging it to form a heart. "Stay safe!" She shouted out, hugging you before you left. If she knew what would happen, she would have hugged you just a little longer. Hugged you forever.

Resting on her couch, the news flickered on her television, shattering her heart. "A ship has gone down near the Pacific Sea, and while some were able to make it to the life boats, there are a number of passengers who have been missing." Rushing to her computer, She found the list of passengers who were missing and were unable to make it on the lifeboats, her heart sinking. L/N Y/N

Seeing feet shuffle from the corner of her eye, Minji looked at the locket in my hand, a look of sadness and pity on her face, before she took her seat next to Hanni, buckling up as the air steward reminded her of the turbulence. In an obvious bid to get her mind off the locket, Minji pulled out a file of documents, setting it on her collapsible table Inside the file was the information about a songwriter Hybe wanted them to meet, the song writer being in charge of their next song and wanted to meet the girls to better understand how the song writing should be approached Sighing, She pushed the documents away, having read it beforehand, her eyeline finding itself back on the locket, and the person inside it. Even now, her heart still yearns for you.

After dealing with the normal dose of paparazzi, the 5 girls found themselves in the back of the company chartered van, speculating on the mysterious person they were supposed to meet. This person's work had received critical acclaim from many artistes, and NewJeans were the first Korean GG to be able to partner up with them "Hopefully he or she isn't some eccentric billionaire type." Minji chuckled as the 5 girls descended from the van,  the others lightly chuckling before they were let into the studio. The 5 entered a room with papers scattered everywhere, and in the middle of the room, a figure sat, spinning in the chair to face the girls "Hi, NewJeans, it's a pleasure to meet you." The figure got up,  bowing and greeting the girls. While three of the girls bowed, two of them stood in shock Unable to contain herself, Hanni charged at the figure, throwing them into a tearful embrace. "Y/N! Where have you been!" Hanni shouted as you stood, stunned before Hanni was forcibly removed from Y/N "Miss, just because you're an idol doesn't mean you get to touch whoever you want!" She shouted, before turning to you "Are you okay baby?" "I'm fine Jen" Recoiling, Hanni looked in confusion "Y/N, don't you remember me?" She questioned, her heart slowly breaking once again "Who are you?" Y/N asked, slightly breathless from the shock Feeling short of breath, Hanni grabbed her chest, her hand finding the locket which had what seemed like the last thing that was of her Y/N. "Wait, that!" Jennifer exclaimed, reaching into a drawer at the table, pulling out the other side of the locket, Hanni's eyes flaring open. "That's it! That's the other side of the locket, see!" Hanni ran up, connecting the 2 sides together, unclasping the lockets, expecting to see the joined photo that she and Y/N had split up for the locket. Instead, where there was supposed to be her picture, a picture of the girl Y/N was with instead. That same girl approached Hanni, looking at her with a look of understanding now. "You knew Y/N before the incident?" She asked, Hanni nodding as Minji ran up to comfort her. She then lead Minji and Hanni out into the empty hallway, as she introduced herself as Jennifer, or Yunjin if they preferred her Korean name, then explained what happened.

Jennifer was out at a nearby river, fishing when a small glint by the river caught her eye, and as Jennifer rowed over, she was shocked to find someone unconscious, hunched over a piece of debris as the waters buoyed the debris, waves dictating the movement. In shock, Jennifer quickly pulled the unconscious body onto her boat, rowing back to her house, where her mom, who just was a doctor, did preliminary checks on the body. After doing checks on the body, other than a concussion, no other major injuries had been sustained. You eventually came to consciousness, awaking in the small hospital ran by Jennifer's mom, the only hospital in the small town she lived in. You introduced yourself as Y/N, and thought that it was 2016. After checking the things you had on you, a locket with a picture ruined by the waters, and a bottle of pills., they did some checking, After some testing, Jennifer's mom determined that it was dementia pills, and that the concussion added with the early onset dementia resulted in memory loss, that would most likely be permanent(I know this isn't how Amnesia and Dementia interacts, but it's for the sake of the story)

Hearing that, Hanni fell backwards, Minji narrowly saving her from hitting the ground. 2016. Two years before you and Hanni got together. You meeting her. You forgot loving her. You forgot her. Her last promise to you. She forgot it.

As Hanni stood stunned in disbelief, Minji and Jennifer had to go back to official talk, agreeing to still continue the collaboration, Jennifer wanting Hanni to spend some time with you too. Even though she was your girlfriend, she didn't think it was her place to stop you from getting your memories back.

The meal was awkward, to say the least. Minji had explained the situation to the other 3 girls, and now, the 7 of them sat at the table together. Sensing the tension at the table, and the conflicted look on Hanni's face, Jennifer began serving up food to the NewJeans members and Y/N, setting a special side of Avocados for Y/N "Y/N doesn't like avacados." Hanni said, voice dripping with jealousy, and a little despair. "I do...Maybe the person you knew didn't like them, but I do." You said, Jennifer recoiling slightly at the harsh tone she had never heard you use before. Hanni stared at you lifelessly, before running out, tears dripping as Minji excused herself, going to comfort her friend. Frustrated, you buried your face in your hands. You hated this feeling. Slamming your fists on the table, you left, Jennifer chasing after you as the 3 girls were left sitting at the table, unsure of what to do.

"Y/N, why are you acting like this!" Jennifer questioned, looking slightly disappointed as you crossed your arms, your stern demeanour not dissipating. "You know I don't like thinking about the past, and now you're keeping someone here who's going to make me think of it 24/7, without even asking me first." You shot back, Jennifer pursing her lips together before walking to you, lightly holding your hand "Put yourself in her shoes Y/N. What if I disappear one day, and you thought I was dead for 3 years, only to discover that I was alive all that time, but I didn't remember you anymore and didn't want anything to do with you. How would you feel..." You hung your head, she was right, you hadn't considered how difficult this must be for Hanni. "I'll do what I can."

"Hanni, are you okay?" Minji shouted frantically as she raced through the studio, trying to find Hanni, only to find the Vietnamese girl burying her fist into a wall, screaming and crying as the wall felt merely a fraction of the hurt Hanni was feeling, her bloody knuckles colliding with the drywall, staining the white walls. "It's broke! Broken! A promise I spent the last 3 years believing. BROKEN!" Hanni screamed, unleashing another flurry of punches into the wall before falling to the side from exhaustion, her tears staining the ground she laid upon as Minji looked, the fact that her friend was in pain and she couldn't do anything about it was eating her up inside. She wanted so badly to help Hanni forget this pain she was feeling, forget how much it all hurt, but how? She got her love back, only to lose her love all over again. Minji wanted to tell Hanni that it was all going to be okay, that it wouldn't hurt so much, but Hanni had been lied to too many times. This would just be the latest in a long string of heartbreaking lies. As Minji helped Hanni up from the ground, Jennifer ran over, hearing the commotion, calling out for you to get the first aid kit.

"Are you okay?" You asked, lightly applying ointment to Hanni's knuckles, the idol gritting her teeth in pain "What do you care." She muttered out, her voice now monotonous. "I'm sorry, Ms Pham." You muttered out, cursing yourself the moment you said it, aware of the hurt it caused Hanni, noticing the void in her eyes as you applied the dressing over her wound. "Save it." She said icily, the only way she could talk without breaking down again. As you secured the dressing, she stood up, her left shoulder colliding into you as she left. From the back of the room, Jennifer came out, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Ms Pham? It's like you want to break her heart..." Still lightly peeved from the bump earlier, you rolled your eyes "You're forgetting that I don't know her! I might be her former lover, but to me, she's just Miss Pham. Pham Hanni of NewJeans. Nothing more than a business acquaintance. Nobody." You grumbled out, Jennifer sighing before tensing up, noticing a shadow at the door that bolted away just moments after. This was going to be tough. "Aish, just try, for her sake alright? We have a recording session in 3 hours." Jennifer said, patting your back as you packed up the first-aid kit

"So I whipped up some demos for you guys based on the music I've heard from you guys recently, have a listen."  You explained, before turning the speakers on. Jennifer was sitting at your side, helping you with the inputs, and the NewJeans girls were sitting behind you two As the music played on, you couldn't help but look with a twinge of guilt at Hanni. From the few videos you had watched of her, she was usually a pretty bubbly and cheerful girl, so seeing her so lifeless and sad, especially because you were the cause of it, wasn't a great feeling. Behind you, Hanni sat at her seat, devoid of emotion, despite her rather pivotal role when it came to NewJean's discography, her mind was blank. Nobody. Nobody. That's all she was to you now. Nobody. She lowered her head once again, before something caught her eye, as she pulled a tissue out, extending it to you. Just before you could ask Hanni what that was for, you let out a sneeze, grabbing the tissue from Hanni's hand before uttering a thanks "How did you-" "Your right ear twitches before you sneeze." Hanni explained, averting her gaze from you once again "Wow, I didn't even know about that." You exclaimed, a little surprised that Hanni could notice something so minor "Yeah, not bad for a nobody huh?" Hanni shot back, your face lowering as you realised she had heard what you had said previously "Let's focus on the music, shall we?" Sensing the tension, Minji stepped in, trying to prevent another incident. You nodded, turning back to the computer as you felt Hanni's eyes on you, not knowing just how much longing and hurt hid behind her emotionless eyes

After the music session, the 5 girls headed back to the hotel, Haerin whispering to Danielle in the back of the van, Minji holding Hyein as she rested, all eyes on the heartbroken girl in front of them. Even as she slept, Hanni was plagued with a nightmare. A nightmare that was so real. Maybe because it was. Because the moment Hanni lost you all over again kept replaying in her head. She didn't have you back for more a minute, before cruel fate ripped you out of her arms once again.

Hanni knew it was a bad idea. She knew that it was just going to hurt going back to the studio early, by herself. But like a moth to a flame, no matter how badly it hurt her, she so desperately wanted to see you again. So, 2 hours before her group mates were supposed to leave the hotel, she left on her own, travelling to the studio. Walking into the studio, Hanni froze, her mind travelling back to the happy times she used to have with you, as your melodious laugh filled the studio. Hanni missed that laugh so much. She would watch your videos together when she was sad, when she was missing you, and watched the way you and her used to have fun, the way you would laugh out in joy and ecstasy when you beat her in a video game. But a video recording couldn't capture the way you made Hanni's soul feel a little better when you laughed, how you would make her happy when she didn't think she could be happy anymore. Hiding behind the pillar, Hanni peeked around it, seeing you tumbling around with Jennifer, your hair a mess as the two of you played around, jumping from place to place, side to side, giggling as she landed on top of you, tickling you as the two of you laughed, smiling and screaming. From behind the pillar, Hanni found herself smiling too. You were happy, Hanni missed seeing you happy.

Noticing the new shadow in the studio, Jennifer quickly got up from on top of you, awkwardly smiling to Hanni, "Hey Hanni, anything wrong?" Hanni smiled back, a happy look you hadn't seen since you met her two days ago. "Nope. Nothing at all"

The week went by in a flash. You and Jennifer produced about 3 songs for NewJean's new comeback, and you found yourself having pretty good chemistry with Hanni, working together well and bouncing off of each others ideas. Hanni was back to how you saw her on those variety shows, happy and energetic, messing around with her members in the studio and being an overall funny person. It was fun. The day that NewJeans headed to the airport to head back to Korea, you and Jennifer travelled to send them off. As you waved goodbye to them, you signalled to Hanni to wait a little, before turning to Jennifer, lightly grabbing her hand and squeezing it. "Could you wait in the car?" You asked, Jennifer getting a little nervous as she looked at you in confusion "I'll be with you in a bit. There's just something I have to do."

"What did you want to talk about?" Hanni asked as the two of you leaned on the railings to the departure hall. "I just wanted to apologise for the way I acted when you first got here, and say that I'm sorry I'm not the person you want me to be." You explained, looking up as Hanni turned over to look at you. "No, it was my fault, I shouldn't have acted as if you owed me your old self, and don't apologise. You might not be the person I fell in love with, but who you are isn't so bad either. Besides, I'm glad you're happy with Jennifer, she really loves you" Smiling, the two of you exchanged glances, before Hanni checked her phone, Minji rushing her to get in. "I've gotta get going. See you around" Hanni said, pulling her luggage along with her as she turned toward the hall, as you said goodbye, turning to move to the car. As Hanni walked slowly, she halted in her tracks once more as she heard your voice travel over to her. "I bet we were fun." You said, tears dripping down Hanni's face as a bittersweet smile adorned her face, reminiscing on all the happy moments she had with you. "Oh, like you wouldn't believe."

[bubble-popping]

day 37 :] feeling very sick rn lol so more old stuff. continuation from yesterday

The mercenary found himself at the door engraved with the number on the key. Before inserting the metal, they tried to see if they could hear anything inside the room but there was complete silence. This felt different, different from any other time they were going into an exchange. Usually, they had insight beforehand. They knew something. Not this time, and that... well, it intimidated them a little. This could very easily be a trap, a way to corner them and get rid of some competition or enact revenge. However, they never met this stranger prior to the tavern so they doubted that, but the possibility was never zero.

Despite their concerns, Punz unlocked the door and opened it. The sight they found surprised them. For a second, they thought this was somehow the wrong room until they saw the green cloak and clay mask resting on a chair out of the corner of their eye. A man sat on the large window sill, the lantern on the bedside table illuminating dirty blond hair and juniper irises. Irises that surrounded slit pupils. Under those, accompanying the myriad of freckles, were white reptilian scales leading along his jaw to the back of his neck and shoulders.

"You came. Good. Lock the door behind you, won't you?" He pushed off the sill and walked over. Punz did as asked since there was an easy escape via the window and the man didn't look armed under his sleeveless black turtleneck and loose trousers.

"Yeah, I'm here. So, what's the job?" The man stopped a few feet from Punz and crossed his arms over his chest. His gaze didn't waver as they made silent eye contact for a good few moments.

"Punz, right?" The one mentioned immediately narrowed their eyes at the usage of their real name. "Better known as White Lightning for your speed and precision. An estimated 143 body count including women and children. Wanted for thousands of gold, alienated by the greater mercenary community due to envy. Often found in this village when not actively working a job. Is everything correct so far?"

Now Punz was a lot more skeptical. They clenched their hands into fists at their sides. "Who the hell are you?"

The man stretched his hand out. "I'm Dream." Punz glared at the gesture. They had half a mind to slap it away at the sheer audacity. But then they remembered the man's wording, how he was "willing to pay whatever it takes," and shook his hand.

"How do you know all of that?" They questioned once their hands separated.

"Because I have a very particular job for you, and it would help to have background knowledge so I know I can trust you." His expression remained stoic, and he didn't move aside from his mouth. He didn't even blink. No matter what, they couldn't analyze him.

"Knowing a vague description of my history doesn't mean you know me," Punz hissed through their teeth.

"I don't need to. I just need to know you can do what I need and do it well."

"What's the job?" They asked again, noticeably more impatient.

"I need someone who will defend me."

Punz rose a brow. "You want a bodyguard? And you thought a mercenary was the smartest option for that?"

"Not just any mercenary, but a mercenary with a reputation for never refusing a job with the right price."

"Do you have that right price?"

Dream shrugged and walked around the other blond. "Perhaps I do, that's for you to decide," he said as he passed and looked back at Punz over his shoulder. Then, he sat at the edge of the bed facing Punz with his legs a little more spread than they should've been.

Their brows furrowed at first until realization hit them. This wasn't the first time they'd been offered sex in return for a job, but... it was the first time they were actually considering it.

Dream was attractive. In fact, Punz felt a little irked by how he fit their type to the smallest details. A sun-kissed skin tone, bright eyes, fluffy hair, and all those freckles. Built like a fighter, but with a slim waist and runner's legs. Best of all, a hybrid, like them. Although, where Dream had the eyes and scales of a reptile, Punz had the ears and tail of a wolf.

"What'll it be? Do we have a deal or not?" He spoke again, further spreading his legs, further enticing them.

Finally, after another few seconds of contemplating, Punz nodded. "Yeah. We have a deal."

[messedupfan]

I'm With You| 12

Summary: After taking the time she needed in order to heal and figure herself out, Y/n is ready to move on from Natasha Romanoff.

A/N: Hello! Sorry I still don't have a proper chapter for Wonderstruck yet :( But here's one for this story! Hope y'all are doing well! Enjoy!

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Several Months Later

Y/n tosses and turns in her bed, sweating profusely. Moans of discomfort can be heard in the room across from hers. Disrupting the Sokovian witch’s night practices. Wanda knew that if she wanted to access every ability possible, she had to keep discovering them. And with the amount of missions that she gets sent on lately, there wasn’t a lot of time to discover new abilities. She only got to practice and perfect what they knew how to help train her. 

Another loud groan breaks her focus and she recognizes the sound. She quickly leaves her room to check on her friend. She knocks on the door a few times, calling out Y/n’s name. When there isn’t a response other than more pain noises, she uses her powers to unlock the door.

“Y/n!” she gasps. The girl's veins are glowing and her eyes are open but are replaced by a bright yellow light. She tries to access her mind from this distance but all she can get is a few flashes of images. She turns on the lights in the room and hurries to her friend's side. She looks at the girl's body from head to toe. The clothing she is wearing is burning off without flames. Revealing wounded flesh with veins glowing yellow. Wanda blinks a few times in hopes it was some bizarre hallucination. When it doesn't stop, she starts panicking, having no idea how to fix this. 

“Okay, okay, you're going to have to trust me here,” she puts both hands over the burning stone and emits her red energy. “STOP!” She shouts. 

The yellow glow travels up Y/n's veins and collects at the stone. Her eyes shut and they're normal when they open. Her temperature drops, her body absorbs the sweat, and her clothes return to normal. “Hey Wanda,” she says as if nothing has happened. She can tell that her friend is worried and she frowns, “What's wrong?”

“You,” she struggles to answer. “I-I,” she points to the door. “I was practicing in my room and heard something coming from here and the stone was doing something bad to you.”

“Oh!” Y/n sits up as she figures out how to explain that it wasn't anything bad. “It was showing me things, Wanda. I was safe,” she says. 

“It didn't sound safe, definitely didn't look like it.” Wanda says skeptically. 

“It doesn't feel pleasant, but it wasn't anything bad. I promise,” she vaguely explains as she moves off of the bed. 

“What is it then?” She looks at her with apprehension. Wanda is concerned that her friend isn't being safe. 

“In order to communicate with the stone, I have to let it connect with all of me. All it was doing was showing me things,” Y/n states calmly as she takes her friends hands. “It’s like you and your late night studies,” she compares. “I’m only trying to discover more about myself.”

“But you weren't just seeing yourself, there was more,” she recalls the flashes of people dying from what she was able to get from your mind. “What are you hiding?”

Y/n is hiding a lot, but she doesn’t know it. After discovering just how much knowledge she can find out through the stone, she couldn’t help but learn as much as she could. It was a bit overwhelming, but she liked discovering the endless possibilities. Know about the kinds of threats they may face. Find out what could happen at the team's next missions. Things like that. And though she was curious about her personal life, she enjoyed living each day as if she didn’t possess the ability to know beforehand. She also enjoyed learning about the secrets of the universe and the keys to life. However, she never got to keep a full conscious memory of these moments with the stone. She remembers a few bits of information here and there, but never enough to give her anxiety in her day to day. 

So, when Y/n tells Wanda, “I’m not hiding anything,” she technically isn’t lying. Wanda believes her and drops the subject. “Have you been working on that healing trick I showed you?” 

Wanda nods, “Yeah but,” she lets out a small laugh, “it’s tough to practice when I don’t have someone else to heal. And I don’t think harming myself is the answer.”

“No, that’s definitely not the answer,” Y/n giggles. “Well, we can start small. Look for injured animals and work from there.” 

“We?” Wanda asks. 

Y/n nods, “Of course, you shouldn't have to do this alone.” She reaches her hand out to Wanda who accepts it gratefully. The two gaze into each other's eyes with longing but neither does anything to get closer than they already are. 

“I wish you were ready for me,” Wanda whispers. 

Y/n gulps, her eyes drop to Wanda's lips and jump back to her green eyes. “I-”  Her words are cut off as the emergency mission alarm and lights go off. “I swear, that's the worst thing my dad has ever invented.” She mutters as she drops her head. 

Wanda laughs as she rubs Y/n’s arm. “I think it just saved you.”

Y/n shakes her head and lifts it to look Wanda in the eye again. “I don't need saving this time.” This catches the telepath's attention and instead of having the two of them rush off. She remains standing in front of her. Waiting for her to make a move. Y/n steps closer as a wave of nervousness washes over her. Just as she is about to kiss her, someone is banging on her door. 

“Come on! It's an Avenger level threat!” Pietro says as he continues to slap his hand against the door. “Quit making out in there!” Wanda groans as everything continues to disrupt the moment and the two girls have to leave the room. 

Wanda opens the door with an evil glare for her brother. “We weren't making out,” she says through gritted teeth. Pietro holds his hands up in surrender.

“I’m sorry, I thought Y/n was in there with Natasha again. I should've known it was you in there when I couldn't find you in your room. Well, we've got to go.” Pietro speeds off to the meeting room where everyone else should be. Wanda is thrown off by the information her brother had dropped so casually and she turns to Y/n. 

“Why did Pietro think you would be making out with Nat?” Wanda says. 

Y/n panics at the question and tries to divert the topic of conversation. “Come on, we're already running behind. We don't want to get in trouble,” she pulls Wanda out of her room and the telepath follows with a frown. She knows that something is wrong. She calls Y/n's name to try and get her back to the question but the girl expertly avoids the topic and when they get to the rest of the team there isn't time for questions like that. It was time to get serious about the mission.

As per usual, there isn't much time for a briefing, so they all pile into two separate quinjets. They used to only use one until it got destroyed in the middle of a mission and they had to wait around for hours for another to arrive. Except for Thor, he wished the team luck and called for Heimdall to transport him out of there. Those that have the ability to fly don’t typically fly long distances and they were exhausted from the fight. 

Y/n buckles in and Wanda sits next to her so she doesn't miss when Natasha smirks at Y/n as she passes the girl on the way to pilot the jet. A look that she hasn't really seen from the former assassin. There was something going on and Wanda didn't like it. So, she breaks the rules and taps into Natasha's mind to get her answers. 

“I can't do this again with you, Nat.” Y/n says as she enters her bedroom. 

“Come on, Y/n. It's just one night. I know you miss me. I've seen you staring in training.” Natasha says as she dances her fingers on Y/n’s forearm. Referring to the other day when she was teaching Wanda some hand to hand combat moves. Natasha came up to her when the young Stark returned from a night out. She was tired of spending all of her time in the Avengers tower so she went out with Wanda and Pietro to show them around the city. It was a magical time. “I miss you, Y/n,” Natasha admits softly. “You’re the only person who knows how to make my toes curl.” 

Y/n scoffs as she moves around the room, “Ah so you were having bad sex when you were cheating on me.” She removes her watch and sets it in her case of watches. Wanda remembers playing with it during dinner. Natasha closes her eyes as she tries not to let the words hurt. They come from a place of pain that she caused and she knows that it's going to take a long time to heal. “Look, Nat. I don't know why you're here. Don't you have your agreement with Hill or even some other agent? If you're that desperate for a lay, I'm sure you can find anyone to screw you if you walk into a place and ask.” 

Natasha is surprised by the way Y/n is speaking to her. “Wow, I never thought you'd be a slut shamer.” 

Y/n sighs, “I’m not shaming and I’m not calling you a slut. I'm making a suggestion. I don't want you, but plenty of people out there do. Go proposition one of them.” 

Natasha steps in front of Y/n when she tries to leave the room. “I don't want any of them. I never have. I didn't even want Hill. I want you, I only ever want to be with you. Y/n, you're the only person I've ever given my heart. That means something to me. Please, give me another chance to show you how much I care about you.” She places her hand on Y/n’s chest and stares deeply into her eyes and Y/n can see that she is being genuine. 

However, genuine or not it doesn't change the fact that Y/n is falling for someone else. That she is starting to forget the girl that allowed Natasha to string her along for so long. “Nat, I-” her words are cut off by Natasha's lips. The feeling is unfortunately something that Y/n's body misses. She was touch starved, other than a few stolen touches between her and Wanda, Y/n hasn't been in any romantic physical contact in months. She pulls away from Natasha for a second and looks at the woman's face and is filled with a strong anger and surprisingly, a strong desire for her. 

Y/n pulls Natasha into another kiss and the Black Widow is excited to be getting her way. She knew that she would be able to convince her somehow. The two continue to kiss aggressively and Y/n walks Natasha into a wall. She rips Natasha's shirt down the middle to expose her bra covered chest and she feels a familiar tingle at the sight. 

That's when Pietro struts in and interrupts the interaction. Snapping Y/n out of her lustful haze. “Shit,” she curses under her breath as she steps away from Natasha, feeling as though a bucket of ice water was just dumped on her. “I, shit, I have to get out of here.” 

Wanda leaves Natasha’s mind and looks at Y/n with concern and a bit of betrayal. She didn’t understand why Y/n would cave into Natasha’s advances like that. Especially after spending a day with her and Pietro. Was Y/n playing Wanda the way she was played by Natasha? Did she mean it when she said that she had feelings for Wanda? She feels so much better about the kiss being interrupted. Wanda is certain that she would be much more upset if she had to find this out after thinking that Y/n only wanted her. 

Y/n is panicking about how to explain what happened to Wanda. She knew that she was always going to have to explain herself but she thought she had more time. Y/n looks over at Natasha and she can't believe she let herself get caught up in the Black Widow's webs of deception. It was a mistake. She doesn't want Natasha. She wants Wanda. She looks away from Natasha and looks to Wanda, she notices the ring of red that glows in her irises when she's using her powers. Y/n knows what Wanda is doing and part of her is upset that she isn't being allowed the moment to explain. But she had the chance and she deflected. 

When it looks like Wanda is done finding what she is looking for, Y/n gives the girl a moment to process. She hopes she can see that Y/n fought the advances. Hopes that she stopped at the first kiss but prepares herself for if she didn't. In the intercom there is an update on the estimated time of arrival. Y/n doesn't want either her or Wanda to be distracted on the mission so she takes the chance now. “Wanda, I know what you saw in there but please give me a chance to explain after the mission.” Y/n pleads in a low voice. 

“I don't know why I should,” she responds in a cold tone. 

“I can't give you a reason, Wanda. All I can do is ask,” Y/n says softly. “Please give me a yes or no before we have to hop out of here? I don't want any lives lost or at risk because I'm distracted.” 

Wanda scowls and scoffs, having taken offense, “Don’t use the mission to manipulate an answer out of me!” 

“That’s not what I meant. I'm sorry,” Y/n sighs, feeling defeated. “I just, will you please hear me out?” 

Wanda looks into Y/n's eyes and feels a little guilty for her outburst. But she is still hurt. How can she trust someone that was raised by a womanizer? For all she knows, it's just in her nature to treat people this way. Unless it was truly a mistake. People make mistakes. Maybe she can forgive the young Stark for this one mistake. “We can talk after,” she finally says as she unbuckles her seat to get ready to hop out of the jet. 

“Thank you,” Y/n says as she prepares herself as well. 

The mission takes longer than anyone anticipated. There were more people with more illegal alien type weapons than anyone could have predicted. The advanced weapons even affect the strongest of Avengers. When Y/n is hit in the arm with one of the laser beams, it hurts her and it leaves an open wound. Something she hasn't experienced since before the stone. She uses it to get rid of as many of the perpetrators as possible but while she is focused on the ones in front of her. Another sneaks up on her side and fires at her before she kills him. Y/n falls to the ground and Wanda rushes to her side. 

“If you think you can get out of explaining yourself, you are mistaken,” Wanda says as she gets the two of them into a hiding spot that is safe from the battle. It wasn't supposed to go this far. It was meant to be a simple infiltration into an illegal arms base. But it turned out to be an ambush. Wanda tries her healing technique on Y/n’s arm first before she attempts to get to the bigger one on her side. “I know you said that you would help with my training but this isn't what I had in mind.” 

Y/n gives a weak smile, “Trust me,” she coughs, “I didn't want to be your guinea pig either.” She flinches as Wanda's magic stings. Y/n can feel every cell in her arm being manipulated into healing faster than what's natural. She doesn't understand. When it was the stone healing her, it was painless. She never felt the injuries, never felt the repair. Now however, whatever is in those weapons is working against her abilities. The pain slowly subsides and the magic begins to work on closing the wound. Y/n sighs from the relief. “Thanks, Maximoff.” 

“It's nothing, Stark. How does that feel now?” Wanda asks as she rubs her thumb on the small scar that's been left behind. Maybe once they're done with the mission it will go away. At least she hopes it does. Y/n was the most indestructible out of all of them and it worries her that she is affected by these weapons. 

“Better,” Y/n whispers, breaking the girl in front of her out of her thoughts. Y/n licks her lips as she stares at the girl that has healed her far too many times to keep track of. She knows that she has a lot of explaining to do but right now, she needs to show Wanda how she feels before it's too late. As the telepath begins to focus on healing the big wound on Y/n's side, the young Stark surprises her by finally pulling Wanda into a kiss. 

It's sweet and short as there isn't much time when they're trying to save the world from the monsters outside of the wall, but it's just as passionate. “What was that for?” Wanda asks as they break apart. 

“Just in case one of us doesn't make it out,” Y/n whispers. Not wanting this to be the moment she tells her how deep her feelings run for the Sokovian woman. 

Wanda shakes her head with a scowl and a deep frown as she starts working on the wound again, “Don’t think like that.” 

“Okay, I'm sorry,” Y/n says sincerely. She groans as this one is much worse to fix than the one on her arm. When she is patched up, she gets back to action. 

It takes until Tony comes up with a great strategy that the team is able to come out on top and Y/n finds out why her abilities were stunted. There was a device that emitted a certain type of sound waves that distorted the stone and cost her the ability to heal. She wanted to destroy it but thought maybe if she were to study it, she could create a device to help her detect other devices like it, if there are such a thing. 

On the flight home, Wanda and Y/n are separated in order to heal those that wanted a rapid fix. Some people still preferred to be looked after by Dr. Helen Cho because they wanted to help further her research for the benefit of the rest of humanity. Y/n is glad that they trust Wanda enough in her abilities to take care of them even though she is still learning how to use them. Wanda is grateful for the extra practice. 

Arriving back to the tower, Y/n wants nothing more than to shower. Feel the warm water rain down on her skin. She drops the device she got on the mission off at the lab and makes a b-line to her room. She hops in the shower and feels refreshed as she thinks about the kiss she shared with Wanda. It fills her entire body with a joy and giddiness that she hasn't experienced in some time. 

When Y/n walks out of the shower, Wanda is sitting on her bed waiting patiently. “I would have joined you in there but I didn't want you to think you were off the hook,” Wanda says with a straight face. 

The corner of Y/n's mouth lifts a little bit. She knows that her love interest was being serious so it doesn't sit there for long. “The kiss didn't mean anything to me.” She starts as the towel she was wearing disappears into a shirt and sweatpants. 

“Which kiss are you talking about, Y/n? Mine or her's?” Wanda tilts her head to the side with her arms crossed. 

Y/n wants to roll her eyes at the attitude she is receiving while she is trying to be vulnerable but she knows this is only coming from a place of hurt. “Hers, I didn't want her-”

“It certainly looked like you did,” she interrupts and Y/n sighs. 

“Wanda, this is only going to work if you hear me out. If you don't want to listen, then I don't know what we're doing here,” Y/n says with a frown as she sits next to Wanda on the bed. “I thought you wanted to talk about this.” As Y/n looks at the face that usually sparks joy in her heart, she realizes that there is something off about her. Y/n’s vision changes and she can see the face technology on Natasha and she cannot believe that the spy would stoop so low. 

“I honestly can't look at you anymore without thinking about what you did,” Natasha turns her face away from Y/n and the younger woman plays along with her. Y/n puts a hand on her shoulder and Natasha pretends to recoil from it. “Don’t touch me!” She stands dramatically. “I honestly can't even be in the same room as you!” Natasha storms out and Y/n falls on her bed with her hands on her face feeling emotionally exhausted. She doesn't understand why, after she is finally no longer chasing Natasha, the former assassin won't leave her alone now.

There is a soft knock on the door and Y/n's heart flutters as her body recognizes the energy entering the room. “Hey, are you ready to talk?” Wanda's soft voice relaxes Y/n’s muscles as the girl joins the other on the bed. “What’s wrong?” Y/n leans into her delicate touch as Wanda combs through her hair with her fingers. 

Y/n removes her hands from her face and scans Wanda’s just to confirm in her mind what her body already knows. This is Wanda. “Nothing, now that you're here,” she whispers softly. 

Wanda smiles a little but she can't neglect the reason she is here. “I need to hear your side before I can let you say those kinds of things,” she says as she continues to stroke Y/n's hair, soothing away all of the negativity she felt moments ago. Y/n nods. 

“Natasha caught me off guard at a bad time. I don't know how much you saw but I had a lot of sexual tension built up from our outing,” Y/n gestures between them, “and when she kissed me, the lust took over. I shouldn't have let it and I'm sorry that I didn't stop it sooner. I don't want Natasha. I want to be with you. There is no excuse for what I did. I just hope that you can forgive me.” 

Wanda takes a shaky breath, it's hard to digest the information that was just given to her. She knows that she loves Y/n but she feels as though she has lost a bit of trust for her. She saw how quickly that annoyance in the girl's eyes turned to desire. Maybe it was the body reacting according to the nature of the relationship. But how is she supposed to know that given a similar circumstance in the future, Y/n won't have the same reaction? What if there is no one to stop it before it goes too far next time? The answer is that she is supposed to trust Y/n. But can she? Wanda doesn't know yet. 

“Why did I see her coming out of your room just now?” Wanda asks next. 

“She was pretending to be you, having a bad version of this conversation.” Y/n admits and Wanda can tell that you're being truthful. 

Wanda gets momentarily playful. “Oh? And how was she? Convincing?” 

Y/n laughs, “For a woman with so many skills, being you definitely isn't one of them. I could tell it was a facade.” 

This makes Wanda feel a little better. Maybe that kiss was a one time mistake. Is she willing to put her heart at risk? Wanda begins to stroke Y/n's face as she admires the girl's features. If she's honest with herself, she knows that her heart has been at risk long before now. If she didn't want to get hurt, she shouldn't have grown closer to the woman laying beneath her. “I forgive you,” she softly replies. 

By the door, Natasha was listening. She thought she had pulled off her act flawlessly and she was returning as herself to collect her reward. She didn't bank on Wanda showing up. Her jaw tightens as she sees Y/n getting the love and attention she deserves, and it's not coming from Natasha. That should be her in the room right now. Part of her knows she should let the girl go, but something else tells her that the two of them are meant to be. She leaves them be for the time being as she thinks about how she can win Y/n over again.

Meanwhile, Wanda and Y/n are making each other laugh as they touch each other lovingly. Y/n is still laying awkwardly on the bed with her feet planted on the floor as she is bent on the edge. And Wanda is sitting next to her with one leg on the bed and the other on the floor. Y/n dances her fingers on Wanda's thigh as Wanda's travel down the girl's face to her neck. 

“Am I going to have to wait until our first date to kiss you again?” Y/n asks licking her lips as her eyes flit between Wanda's enchanting green eyes and her perfect lips.

“Well, that depends. When is this first date happening?” She leans in teasingly as she moves her hand across Y/n's shoulder and down her bicep. She lifts the sleeve a little to take a second to check if the scar is there. She is relieved to see that it's gone. 

“I was thinking this weekend, if the criminal masterminds are nice enough to give us the day off,” she says as she puts the soft fabric of the hem of Wanda's shirt between her fingers. “How does Friday sound?”

“Mmm,” Wanda pretends to consider the questions. “Do you think you can go that long without kissing someone?” The playful look in her eyes makes Y/n giggle. 

“Wow! Now I feel like I shouldn't kiss you just to prove a point,” Y/n says as she tries to pout but her smile doesn't let her. 

“You can do that,” Wanda says in a simple tone. “Or you can just kiss me already.”

With the okay, Y/n stops playing with the shirt and puts her hand on Wanda's hip. “That’s all I needed,” she leans up and Wanda leans down so the two of them can share a sweet kiss once again. As their lips meet, their minds go blank, only focusing on the way the other is making them feel. Wanda feels comfortable and giddy at the same time. Like this has been something that the girls have always done while still feeling the excitement of finally being able to kiss her. While Y/n is feeling safe for the first time and not worrying about what this kiss means, she knows exactly what this kiss means and that is so freeing. 

Wanda and Y/n break away from the kiss and smile at each other. “Yeah, I don't think I can go three days without that,” Y/n says as she starts to lean in for more. “But I only want kisses from you.”

“Good,” Wanda kisses her once, “because I won’t put up with you kissing anyone else anymore.” She kisses her again and Y/n cannot believe her luck. She was so close to losing this chance and she wasn't going to mess this up.

Chapter 13

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