#The casting of the sunlight felt surreal

[boneychop]

Painted in Sunlight

[girlrotterr]

Ultraviolence pt.2

farm!ellie x fem!reader TW!: references to alcohol and substance abuse, along with instances of emotional and verbal abuse. as well as mentions of miscarriage. a/n: pt 2 for you angels!! lmk what you angels think & if you'd like a pt 3!!

read part 1! read part 3!

As the moon began to set, making way for the rising sun, the room was bathed in morning sunlight. While you still slept, the sun cast its gentle glow upon you, illuminating you among the blossoming morning.

The sunlight kissed your skin and hair, as if your very being radiated the warmth of the sun itself. The soft morning light painted the room with a sense of home. 

Your child stirred in his sleep, wrapped in his blanket with his teddy bear in hand. The sunlight caressed his face as he shifted, illuminating him.

The entire room had a calming and comforting feeling, it was the most peaceful it had ever been.

It was a picture-perfect morning. 

Ellie's breath tickled your neck, a subtle reminder that she was still there, lying behind you.

Your eyes widened in disbelief.

No…fucking…way.

Your body stiffened as a rush of disbelief washed over you. Ellie, sleeping right behind you—it felt surreal, impossible!  Your mind raced with countless thoughts, your heart pounding in your chest. There was no comfort in this moment, only pure confusion.

How could this be happening?! How could she be lying in bed alongside you, after so long? It didn't make sense, it couldn't be real. Your mind refused to accept it, unable to comprehend the sudden shift in her behavior.

As your heart threatened to burst from your chest, your vision blurred and your hands trembled uncontrollably. You needed to escape. 

You slowly shifted, your arms trembling as you pushed yourself up, careful not to disturb your sleeping child or Ellie. He remained peacefully asleep, his blanket shifting gently with his movements. Despite your efforts, dizziness crept in, making you feel unsteady.

Struggling to maintain your balance, you reached the edge of the bed, managing to rise and quickly make your way towards the bathroom, the soft pitter-patter of your feet echoing behind you. 

Your legs weakened, trembling violently as you sank to your knees. Resting your head against the cool surface of the white bathroom door, you clenched your stomach, gripping onto your sides. Rocking back and forth, you struggled to calm the nauseating sensation overwhelming you.

"please...please...please.." you whispered to yourself, desperately praying for the nauseous feeling to leave.

The room felt immensely hot, the walls closing in as you struggled with the overwhelming sensation. Your eyes frantically scanned the bathroom, seeking something to keep your focus on.

Nausea gripped you, forcing you to rush towards the toilet. The memory of Ellie's body pressed against yours flooded your thoughts—the warmth, the softness of her skin against yours, a sensation you had longed for. Your lips quivered, your hand instinctively reaching for your forehead as the nausea intensified.

"no, no, no!...please," you pleaded, hovering over the toilet, ready to give in to the impending urge to gag.

She was in bed with you and your son—an elusive fantasy you had desperately wished for, now turned into a disorienting reality.

Tears began to fall, falling down your cheeks like flowing streams. You bit your lip, attempting to stifle the cries and hiccups. Your body trembled against the cool bathroom floor, your nose running uncontrollably.

Then, without warning, the nausea overcame you entirely.

Blegh! 

You leaned over the toilet, retching as the sounds reverberated throughout the bathroom. Each gag felt like a release. The bitter taste filled your mouth, a reminder of the chaos siring in your gut.

Her presence, once a distant dream, was now a reality pressed against yours, and yet...

You couldn't help but feel revolted.

With shaky hands, you stopped throwing up and rose from the toilet, the echoes of your whimpers and cries still ringing in the air. Tears streamed down your face, each droplet releasing the emotions raging inside you.

Your steps stumbling as you made your way to the sink, the sound of rushing water filling the bathroom. With trembling fingers, you turned on the faucet, allowing the water to flow freely. Cupping your hands, you gathered it and splashed it onto your tear-streaked face, desperate to cleanse away the discomfort and disgust.

───

After cleaning yourself up, you walked downstairs, taking deep breaths between every step to soothe yourself. The chaos of feelings stirred within you, but you refused to let them control the entire day.

Now in the kitchen, you headed straight to the stove, turning it on. Concentration fueled your movements as you prepared breakfast, the rhythmic sounds of sizzling pancakes and bacon filling the air. Your hands moved with practiced ease, flipping pancakes and stirring ingredients. 

As you cooked, the pancakes took shape—round, fluffy, just the way your kid loved them.

The sun cast warm rays, creating a gentle glow in the kitchen as the aroma of breakfast filled the entire house. It felt like you had fallen back into a fantasy, a moment of normalcy.

You walked over to open the window, craving to feel the outside breeze along your skin.  The morning wind was gentle, it made you feel alive and warm, as if it was your first breath this morning. Your eyes lit up and your soul felt at peace. 

───

Your kid's eyes squinted at the gentle sunlight, the warmth of his blanket clinging to his body. As he stirred and yawned, his eyes opened, and he smiled, stretching before turning his attention to you.

"Mama?.." he asked in a soft voice.

Realizing you weren't in bed beside him, his gaze shifted to find Ellie in your place.

Her chest rose and fell gently, her soft skin glowing in the sunlight. The sight of her was beautiful, this was the most peaceful he had seen her in forever.

His cheeks flushed with the sheer thrill of the moment. Grinning, he covered his mouth with his tiny hands, attempting to contain his excitement. Grabbing his blanket and teddy bear, he carefully slid off the bed, his hair messy from his sleep. 

As he descended, he couldn't resist stealing glances back at Ellie, peacefully asleep on the edge of the bed, hands still cupped under her chin. His smile grew, an expression of pure happiness. 

Thump.

The soft pitter-patter of his tiny feet reached the floor as he approached Ellie. Delicately, he extended his little hands, fingers entwined with strands of her auburn hair. Gently, he brushed the hair behind her ear, a gesture of tenderness he had never done before, a moment of connection with his mommy.

“There ya go mommy..” he whispered softly, careful not to disturb ellies sleep. 

He wished for time to stand still. He wanted her to welcome his presence, his heart filled with a need for connection. 

He pressed a gentle kiss on the back of her head. 

Hurriedly walking away, the little pitter-patter of his feet trailing behind him, he left the room excitedly, a big smile plastered over his face. Quickly making his way downstairs, running to find you.

You already heard the loud thumping of his feet running across the house, a soft smile creeping onto your face. You knew he was happy, thrilled to have found Ellie in their bed. But as you listened to his joyful steps, a heavy weight settled in your chest, a sinking feeling that refused to lift. God...why couldn’t you feel it too..?

“Good morning, honey!” you greeted as he dashed towards you.

“Mama! Mama!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your legs and looking up at you. “Mommy’s in bed!”

You smiled warmly, “Yes, she is,” lifting him into your arms. Your child yawned and giggled, nestling comfortably in your embrace as you carried him to his chair. Feeling the warmth of his body against yours. His soft, warm presence was love itself.

Your kid sat there, staring at the pancakes. Still sleepy and drowsy, he resembled a small ball of happiness. Reaching to grab the pancake, he took a small bite, making the sweetest face as he chewed. 

“Yummy!” he exclaimed, giving you a syrupy smile.

You took the seat next to him, admiring him with a heart full of love. His eyes sparkled with softness—something you hoped he would always keep. Simply being in his presence filled you with a love so irreplaceable that you would rather die than never feel it again.

───

Ellie began waking up, groaning and stretching, irritated by her hangover. A slight headache throbbed, frustration in her movements.

This wasn't a typical situation for her; hangovers had become rare. However, last night had been an exception. Frustration with….well, everything had driven her to consume more alcohol than usual. Now she was dealing with the consequences. Her head pounded as she struggled to open her eyes properly. 

"Jesus..” she muttered, rubbing her eyes and wincing at the bright sunlight streaming into the bedroom. With unsteady steps, Ellie stumbled across the room, her eyes squinting against the light as she made her way to the bathroom. 

Turning on the cold water, she stepped into the shower, the chill helping to clear her mind. The cold droplets over her body, easing the throbbing in her head. After a quick shower, she dried herself off and brushed her teeth, hoping to get rid of the lingering taste of alcohol.

Feeling slightly refreshed, Ellie made her way downstairs, where the aroma of breakfast tugged at her stomach. She was hungry. 

Her eyes widened as she approached the kitchen.

The sight of you and your kid. A warm feeling bloomed in her chest. There was something heartwarming about seeing him eat breakfast like any other day, You looked beautiful sitting beside him, bathed in the soft morning light.

For a moment, Ellie felt a surge of warmth in her heart as she watched. There was a sense of beauty in your presence that she couldn't deny.

But that atmosphere quickly faded as Ellie's hangover intensified, a sharp migraine creeping.  She quickly turned to the window and shut it, blocking out the morning light and the fresh breeze. 

"Hey!" you exclaimed, upset that she had closed the window.

"What?" She snapped, now in a bad mood and seemingly aggravated. 

"I don't want the window closed."

"Well, I do." Her tone indicated she wouldn’t compromise.

You stared at her, walking over to the window and opening it again.

Her expression immediately returned to annoyance. The bright morning light shined on her face, her eyes now squinting.

"Close the damn window."

"No, it's beautiful out, I want to enjoy it."

"Well, I can’t fucking stand it."

"Then maybe you shouldn't drink yourself out…”

Ellie's face tightened at the mention of her hangover.

"I drink because of you. You make me so fucking mad that I need to numb myself somehow."

Your gaze shifts towards ellie, your eyes locking. 

"What? You think I enjoy drinking?!”  She snapped, her tone loud and harsh. “I hate the feeling, but I hate the reality I live in with you even more. You make me miserable."

Your eyes turned to the floor, a sudden shudder of ache filling you entirely.

There it was.

Ellie saw the emptiness in your eyes, feeling a pit in her stomach. Guilt washed over her, a familiar sensation that she couldn’t shake off. She wanted to make things right, to mend the scars in your relationship. No matter how hard she tried, she always met your efforts with resistance. She didn’t know how to break the pattern, how to control the constant tug-of-war between you two. She was the constant push to your pull, and it left her feeling lost. 

"I'm just…being honest, that's all..." Ellie's voice dripped with frustration, her eyes narrowed. 

You walked over to your kid, wiping his sticky hands from the syrup, Ellie's gaze followed you. She could sense the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air, knowing she had hurt you once again. The guilt gnawed at her insides, but she struggled to find the right words to express her remorse. She wished she could take back her harshness, to erase the pain she had caused, but the damage was done, and she couldn't undo it.

. Ellie couldn't bear to watch the sight of you being so caring and playful with him. You seemed to effortlessly radiate warmth and love, while she struggled to even crack a smile. Your affectionate gestures towards him, it was pure love, a love she wished she could reciprocate with the same easyness. 

"you're a little messy eater huh?" You teased at him, wiping his mouth clean. 

Your kid's innocent joy and laughter filled the room, creating a small bubble of happiness. Completely unaware of the tension between you and Ellie, he simply found joy in his pancakes.

You pressed a gentle kiss on his head and collected his messy plate. Making your way to the sink, you diligently scrubbed away the remnants of breakfast. Your kid glanced toward Ellie, a curious expression on his face. "Mommy, you don't want pancakes?"

"I don't want pancakes," she said with a firmness that cut through the air. Her tone was sharp, making it clear that she had no intention of changing her mind. Without glancing at him, she maintained a stare, her expression blank and unreadable.

"But Mama made them," he insisted, pointing towards you, hoping Ellie would try the pancakes made with love, thinking it might make her happy. Ellie rolled her eyes in response, dismissing the idea that she might enjoy the pancakes. Her eyes drifted towards the stack. The pancakes, made with care, looked so delicious. Although her mouth started to water, she hesitated to admit how much she wanted them.

"I'm not hungry." She snapped back, her tone clearly not open to changing her answer.

She looked away immediately after her response.

Clank!

You dropped a plate in the sink, the loud clatter echoing through the kitchen. It was a purposeful move, a warning to Ellie to watch her tone and treatment of your child. While you could handle her sharp comments, you drew the line when it came to your kid.

Ellie's eyes widened at the noise, a flash of irritation as she glared in your direction.

The tension between you both hung in the air for a moment before you resumed cleaning the dishes. 

Ellie stayed motionless, her gaze fixed on nothing. She was deep in thought. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking. After a prolonged silence, she finally spoke.

"I don't... want pancakes," she repeated, her tone softer.

"Okay then, you don't have to eat." you responded coldly, finishing the dishes and drying your hands.

Her gaze met yours without showing any emotion. Guilt lingered inside her. 

You picked up your son, his playful and happy demeanor in your arms. You carried him, showering him with kisses and affectionate hugs. His carefree and innocence tugged at her, causing a sharp ache.

Seeing you both so happy triggered a wave of jealousy within her. The sight of your joy made her feel pathetic.

"You're spoiling him.” she snapped, her tone with a hint of defensiveness.

She felt threatened, questioning her role as a parent. She continued to watch, all she wanted was to be part of that warmth and happiness.

"I'm just spending time with him," you snapped back, shooting her a glare.

"You're just babying him. He's going to think he can do anything without any consequences. You're raising him to be a spoiled brat..."

"At least I’m raising him..." The room filled with silence and unspoken resentment.

Ellie had no response to that; you hit a sore spot. The tension was heavy in the room, and your kid noticed it immediately. 

"m’gonna to go play, mama," he said eagerly.

You nodded and caressed his face, setting him down on the floor. "Okay, my love..."

Ellie glanced over, you looked so loving and caring when you did those small things for your kid. She sighed and turned away, her anger affecting her ability to interact with either of you.

"What’s your problem?" you asked, glaring at her.

Your question caught her off guard; you weren't letting her get away with treating your kid so harshly.

"I just want him to understand what life is really like, not this perfect little bubble you’re building around him. Kids get hurt, and you're not letting him be prepared for a ruthless world."

"He’s already experiencing that with your words..."

She remained silent for a moment. You were right; he had already experienced negativity and hurt just from her words. "He should get used to it; the world isn’t going to be nice to him. At least not when he grows up."

She was clearly still stuck in a bad mood, getting back into her defensive mindset. "Life is a harsh reality; I don't want our son to have unrealistic expectations. He should know what the world is really like."

“He’s a kid,” you said firmly. “He isn’t going to turn out a fuck up.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“You know exactly what it means.”

Ellie scoffed, her footsteps heavy as she made her way to the kitchen table. She settled into the chair with a frustrated sigh, retrieving a cigarette from her pocket. Lighting it, she took a long drag, the smoke curling upwards in lazy spirals. Her leg bounced anxiously as she sat in tense silence, lost in her own thoughts.

“You slept in bed with us..” you said, your gaze fixed on her.

Ellie twitched at the sudden mention of last night. She didn't reply immediately, just taking more drags from her cigarette. She seemed conflicted between being silent or talking about it.

After a few moments of silence, she finally spoke. “Yeah…”

“You hadn’t done that since…” you started.

"I don’t wanna talk about it," she muttered, cutting you off abruptly. The topic was a sore spot, one that shouldn't be poked.

"It was… just one night," she continued, her tone distant.

You fiddled with your fingers, debating whether to continue. It hadn’t been something that had been discussed in years.

“El’s..” you started, moving closer to her, “I need you to know that I forgiv-”

“Stop.” she interrupted, shutting her eyes as if she already knew what you were going to say.

You stood in front of her, determined to make her face the conversation. “No, Ellie, we need to talk about this-”

“I don’t wanna fucking talk about it.” she quickly interrupted once again, her tone growing louder, her leg bouncing faster as she took another long drag of her cigarette. She truly didn’t want to discuss it, it was something she hoped to bury deep within her mind.

Your frustration and agitation grew as she continued to shut you down. It had become too much for you; you had reached a point where you couldn't continue any longer.

“I don’t give a fuck!” You yelled, causing Ellie to suddenly jolt, almost dropping her cigarette. “Things can not continue like this anymore! I’m tired, Ellie! Fucking tired! I have completely lost myself in continuing to have hope, having faith that things will change, that things will get better…”

“And it’s all because of you.” Your eyes began to swell, tears itching to fall. “I’ve moved on, El’s. I’ve grieved, I’ve mended, I’ve healed! You’re the one who has been stuck in the same place, in the same continuous cycle!  Not willing to fucking move!” 

You slammed your hand on the table, vibrating the entire surface, making Ellie flinch once again. “Ever since he’s entered our lives, you’ve become unrecognizable! You’re somebody I can’t love anymore!” 

Your cheeks were stained with streams of tears, each drop tracing a path down your trembling face. The silent sobs shook your body, leaving you gasping for breath between hiccups.

Ellie's gaze fixated on you, her eyes widening in shock as her lips trembled. “why can’t you fucking see..” she began getting up, now towering over you. “that’s the exact reason i’m this way! I’m the reason for everything!”

Ellie's hands began trembling, her eyes pleading as they started to well up with tears. Her breath hitched, caught in the overwhelming emotions she had kept bottled up for so long. “For fucks sake, I’m the reason you lost our baby!”

Your eyes widened.

"I was the reason we were in Seattle! I chose to seek revenge and took us out there to achieve it!” 

"It wasn’t your fault! It was nobody’s fault!" you exclaimed, looking up at her with tear-filled eyes.

Ellie scoffed, avoiding your gaze, a tear escaping down her cheek. "How can you tell me that? I knew you were pregnant and yet still took you! I was supposed to protect you. I was supposed to get the job done! And i-instead…instead..”

Her trembling hands covered her face. The weight of the past was suffocating. Ellie crumbled into the kitchen chair, her sobs echoing throughout the kitchen.

“I let…y-you get,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “f..fucking…s-stabbed...”

[amiableness]

Threads ; part one

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Language, angst, anxiety? Let me know if there's more!

A/N 💌 Part one is finally here, thank you for all being so patient with me and I promise the future parts will be better!

Interaction keeps me motivated to write, so I would love to hear your thoughts!

Series Masterlist!

The Great Hall is thrumming with activity as the anticipation of the new school year sets in. 

Sunlight pours through the windows, casting a warm, golden hue onto the tables and cold walls. The clinking of cutlery melds with the lively chatter and bursts of laughter that permeate the hall. Students eagerly catch up with their friends after the summer break, their faces illuminated with excitement and anticipation for the year ahead.

"I don’t know if I’m quite ready for this year." You admit softly. Lily, seated to your left, casts a surprised glance in your direction. Your tone carries a hint of nervousness, a stark difference from your usual excitement for the new school year.

As seventh year begins, the reality of it all felt surreal, almost as if time had slipped through your fingers without warning. Contemplating life beyond Hogwarts seemed daunting, a foggy landscape you weren't quite prepared to navigate. The thought of a future without the familiar halls and comforting routines left you feeling unsettled. Questions about your path post-Hogwarts lingered causing anxiety to tighten in your stomach. The uncertainty of what lay ahead, and where your friendships would stand in the grand scheme of things, clouded your mind.

"Because this is the year you find your soulmate?" Marlene's question hung in the air, causing your stomach to sink even further.

Soulmates were tethered by a thread, an intangible connection that tightens with proximity, drawing them closer by an irresistible pull. As their 18th birthday approached, the magnetic pull between soulmates intensified, drawing them closer together in an undeniable bond. 

Even in their younger years, soulmates could sense the faint tug of their connection, though it often was difficult to discern between fleeting infatuation and the unbreakable bond between soulmates. However, as the milestone birthday drew nearer, the pull became unmistakable, a magnetic force guiding them to their soulmate. 

At least, that's what you've heard from those who have experienced it firsthand.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” You confirm, and Lily sends you an understanding look. Neither of you had found your soulmates, while Marlene had found her soulmate in Dorcas.

The timing of finding one's soulmate varied greatly from person to person. Some discovered theirs early on in life, while others didn't find theirs until mere days before their 18th birthday. It all depended on the person and how open they were to the connection.

"We'll be going through it together." Lily says, her smile soft as she bumped her shoulder against yours. It did offer some comfort. Lily Evans had been your best friend since first year, and the thought of her being by your side made the upcoming year feel a bit more bearable.

"What if James is your soulmate?" You ask, your tone laced with playful teasing. However, Lily's hopeful expression catches you off guard, prompting you to shift your gaze towards Marlene in shock. Across the table, Marlene and Dorcas appear just as taken aback by Lily's unexpected reaction. It's a stark contrast from the adamant denials she would have offered last year.

"Maybe he is." Lily says quietly, her tone nonchalant as she offers a simple shrug, as if what she just said isn't a big deal.

“Are you..When did this happen?” Dorcas asks, and you and Marlene eye Lily curiously.

Since the moment you met him, Lily had been skillfully evading James's advances, urging him to seek out his true soulmate rather than pursuing her. Despite Lily's dismissals, James remained steadfast in his belief that she was the one destined for him. Deep down, you sensed a potential soulmate connection between them, but you never brought up the subject with Lily, knowing she would vehemently deny the idea.

Lily looks up with feigned innocence, “What?”

Marlene sighs, “Lily Evans, don’t you dare play dumb. When did your feelings towards James change?” 

"I don’t know. Over the summer, I guess, I realized I’ve been a bit unfair to him," She sighs. "He’s been nothing but kind, and I’ve just blown him off. And honestly, he was on my mind most of the summer."

"Merlin, we've barely been here for two hours, and the soulmate bonds are already starting." Marlene grins, amused.

"I didn't say I thought he was mine!" Lily cries out.

"You said maybe. That heavily implies that you do." You chuckle at the panicked look on Lily’s face, fully aware that she's going to be teased about this relentlessly.

"Have you felt a pull with him?" Dorcas asks, and Lily's cheeks flush with a delicate shade of pink.

“I mean, yes. But couldn’t that just be the annoyance I feel towards him half the time?” Lily asks.

"With that logic, you and Sirius are soulmates." Marlene interjects, her grin mischievous as she takes a sip of her tea, her gaze fixed on you over the brim of her mug. Your expression sours at the mere mention of his name, a subtle shift in mood palpable in the air.

“There is no way that Sirius Black is my soulmate.” You snark, the mere thought of Sirius causing your stomach to knot with intense emotion. Hatred, you conclude.

It's the mere mention of Sirius Black that tends to stir up the worst in you. His name alone triggers a cascade of emotions within you, igniting a visceral reaction that you struggle to contain. Just the thought of him is enough to set your nerves on edge, reminding you of past conflicts and tensions that still linger beneath the surface.

It's not as though you hadn't attempted to be friendly with Sirius. Shortly after your arrival at Hogwarts, James Potter had introduced himself to you and Lily in the Gryffindor common room. He was accompanied by Remus, and while James eagerly engaged Lily in conversation, you found yourself drawn to Remus, the two of you hitting it off. You chatted for what felt like hours, so engrossed in your conversation that you barely noticed Sirius and Peter entering the common room.

However, the moment your eyes landed on Sirius, it felt as though the air had been knocked out of your lungs. For a brief second you had wondered if he was your soulmate. Everything blurred into a hazy backdrop, your eyes unable to part from his figure.

Remus didn’t miss the way you seemed to drift away from the conversation, your gaze fixed on Sirius as he made his way over to where you all were seated. You and Remus occupied the couch, while Lily and James were comfortable in their own armchairs. Sirius and Peter hovered nearby, a curious expression etched across their features, clearly unsure who the two unfamiliar girls engaged in conversation with their friends were.

Remus had introduced you while James and Lily remained preoccupied, not yet noticing the two boys, "Mates, this is Y/n," Remus had said, his warm smile welcoming.

Peter had been friendly and eager, extending his hand with enthusiasm as he shared a bit about himself. But Sirius remained silent, his expression etched with a subtle frown. When you attempted to engage him in conversation, he responded with curt one-word answers, leaving you feeling increasingly self-conscious, questioning what you might have done wrong.

Remus had assured you that Sirius wasn't usually like that, and he promised that the next time you saw him, he would likely be more talkative and outgoing. You clung to hope, eagerly anticipating a change in Sirius' demeanor, only to be met with disappointment when his behavior remained unchanged. In the company of others, he exuded friendliness, cracking jokes and radiating outgoing energy. 

Yet, when his attention turned to you, he completely shifted, hardly communicating and barely sparing you a glance.

You couldn't figure out what you might have done wrong. From the moment you met Sirius, you had been nothing but friendly, offering a warm smile and introducing yourself with genuine enthusiasm. Lily, who shared many similarities with you, greeted Sirius in much the same manner, yet he responded to her without hesitation. It left you wondering: what had been so different about your interaction with him?

Over time, frustration crept in, and you found yourself growing increasingly sarcastic or curt in your interactions with him. Before long, your relationship devolved into incessant bickering and exchanging snide comments.

Any inkling that Sirius might be your soulmate was swiftly forgotten.

"Oi! Princess! You talking about me over there?" Sirius' voice cuts through the chatter, drawing your attention to the Marauders down the table. His cocky smirk meets your gaze, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder if he overheard your conversation. But he's too far away to have eavesdropped, yet close enough to call out to you, and his voice effortlessly grabs the attention of quite a few other students at the Gryffindor table. 

The students in your year hardly flinch, accustomed to the heated banter that often erupted between you and Sirius. Observing the familiar fighting between you and Sirius was almost expected; it wouldn't have felt like the first day of school without it for some of the students.

“Not everything revolves around you, Black.” You retort, rolling your eyes at his arrogance. Anger begins to simmer within you, heat radiating through your body as frustration builds.

You assume he must have just noticed you, considering you've been had a peaceful morning so far. But little did you know, Sirius had fixed his gaze on you the moment he entered the hall, and he's been eager to get under your skin. Anything to capture your attention.

Sirius, undeterred, flashes a grin that seems to stretch from ear to ear. “So mean already. Didn’t you miss me? The months without you were unbearable.” He calls, his tone dripping with amusement, clearly deriving great enjoyment from riling you up.

“Do you really think I spend my free time thinking about you?” You're sending him an irritated frown, but your eyes are lit up with a fire that's reserved only for him. It's the same look you get every time the two of you fight, and he loves it.

"I think you do, princess. I think I drive you crazy.” He declares with that smug grin plastered on his face, igniting a burning sensation in your stomach.

You remain silent, too consumed by anger to muster a response. His words strike a chord because, deep down, you know he's right. He has a way of driving you to the brink of frustration. You have wracked your brain, relentlessly trying to decipher why he harbors such animosity towards you and where you might have gone wrong with him.

You're momentarily caught off guard, your mind racing to come up with a response that doesn't betray your irritation, much less let Sirius think he's gotten to you. Fortunately, Remus swiftly engages him in conversation, likely sensing the tension brewing on your face.

"I'm telling you, there's a connection there." Marlene insists, and you shoot her a glare, prompting a laugh to escape her lips.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

The initial night back at Hogwarts always proved the most challenging for you. It took a few nights before you could finally settle into the unfamiliar bed and drift off to sleep without difficulty. The weight of it being your final year lingered heavily in your mind, along with the daunting task of uncovering your soulmate.

Seated before the crackling fire, you enveloped yourself in the warmth of your blanket, captivated by the dancing of the flames. Your silent wish lingered in the air - that, perhaps, if you remained in this cozy atmosphere long enough, fatigue would gradually claim you.

"Up late thinking of me, princess?" Sirius's voice breaks the silence, causing your body to tense reflexively. You shoot him a glare over your shoulder as he settles into the floor beside you, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames instead of meeting yours.

"What are you doing?" You quip, your tone laced with irritation. Sirius glances in your direction, leaning back on his palms with a subtle smirk playing on his lips. Amusement dances in his eyes as he takes in your furrowed brows and the unmistakable look of irritation etched across your features.

“Warming up. It’s rather cold in the dorm,” He says, before glancing down at the blanket that’s wrapped around your figure. “Care to share? ”

“Get fucked,” You huff, pulling the blanket tighter around your figure, your gaze fixed on the fireplace as you ignore Sirius's laughter, “Why are you sitting here? Go somewhere else.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“I’m not in the mood to deal with you.” You snark, your hopes of relaxing by the fire dashed by the unexpected disruption.

“And when are you?” Sirius's tone carries a teasing edge, and a mischievous grin tugs at his lips as he observes your bristling reaction. 

He longs for you to turn and meet his gaze, to shoot him the scathing glare he's so accustomed to receiving.

You turn sharply, your eyes narrowing into thin slits as you fix them on Sirius, a silent warning brewing in your gaze. There she is, he thinks.

“Go somewhere else.” You repeat, staring Sirius down.

“No.” He declares, shifting his position to squarely face you, leaving no doubt that he has no intention of backing down or leaving anytime soon.

“What’s your problem?” You grit out your words, and Sirius narrows his eyes at you as though you've struck a nerve. His reaction is swift, catching you off guard. While you and Sirius have always engaged in banter, he had never looked at you with such palpable hatred before.

“You.” He snaps, his voice dripping with disdain, devoid of its usual teasing lilt that never fails to irk you. Instead, his expression morphs into one of genuine animosity, a stark departure from the usual banter that fuels your frustration.

“Why? What have I ever done to you?” You're worked up now, your heart thumping with frustration as you pivot to fully face him. In your angered state, you miscalculate the proximity between you, and you're startled to find yourselves mere inches apart. Neither of you budges, both refusing to back away, as doing so would feel like conceding defeat.

Neither of you speaks, the air heavy with tension as you stare at each other through narrowed eyes, chests heaving with unresolved emotions. And in a heart-stopping moment, you feel it—the undeniable tug, the unspoken connection between you.

Your mouth parts in surprise, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment. Before you can truly react, Sirius rises abruptly and strides back to his room, leaving you sitting in stunned silence by the fireplace.

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seasons | yoon jeonghan

SYNOPSIS. in which you experience the four seasons of love with jeonghan. PAIRING. yoon jeonghan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff and domestic fluff, a lil angst, suggestive content (but its VERY brief n soft), just two humans loving nature, established relationship, au WARNINGS. one scene of implied smut, reader feeling a lil insecure in the relationship which leads to a small argument, mentions of drinking, overuse of the term “angel” WORD COUNT. 3.5k

notes: i honestly just wrote this as a comfort fic tbh and didn’t mean for it to be so long

In the season of spring, the cherry blossom season had come into full bloom. A delicate floral fragrance filled the cool, afternoon air as cherry blossoms painted the terrain with their soft hues of pink and white. The trees transformed into breathtaking canopies that cover the skies above, decorated with delicate petals that danced away in the gentle breeze.

As you and Jeonghan walk under the looming trees together hand-in-hand, it felt as if you were both walking into a dreamlike fairytale. You’ve always enjoyed walking through the cherry blossoms by yourself, but ever since you started dating Jeonghan two months ago (you wanted to go at your own pace, which he graciously accepted) he helped you embrace the beauty of nature even more. Being remotely next to him felt like you were finally seeing the world through its natural colours. 

“Wow, it’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” You ask, your arms unnoticeably swinging back and forth as you gaze around the picturesque landscape. “Everything looks surreal!”

Jeonghan couldn’t help but admire the glowing smile on your face as you immerse yourself in the mesmerising scenery behind. Beams of sunlight filter through the leaves of the trees and cast down onto the ground below. The two of you keep your steps slow and steady, yet it felt light, almost like walking on thin air.

“It truly is,” Jeonghan replies calmly, voice carrying a hint of awe. "But you know what's even more beautiful? Being here with you."

His simple words send a flutter through your heart. You catch sight of that subtle smirk to his lips and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Yoon Jeonghan,” You say his name with utmost seriousness; it catches him off-guard for a moment as well. “You know this is not good for my heart.”

Jeonghan just chuckles mischeviously. "Oh, but isn't this my job? Making your heart race and bringing a little bit of excitement into your life?"

You playfully nudge him with your elbow, pretending to be annoyed but failing to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Well if that's the case, then you're doing an excellent job, you heart thief.”

He feigns to be shocked, his hand coming to rest on his chest as if offended by your words. "Me? A heart thief? I think you have the wrong person, Y/N. I have been nothing but a dutiful boyfriend to your copious endeavours.”

You let out a laugh, the sound blending with the delicate whispers of the afternoon breeze blowing through the trees, almost like nature itself was entrusting promises of a beautiful journey ahead for the two of you. 

Even though it was only the beginning of your relationship, you couldn’t help but wonder the desire at the start of something beautiful with him, how life would progress with him by your side.

The two of you stop before the ends of the path of cherry blossoms. You turn towards Jeonghan, taking both of his hands in yours and squeezing gratefully.

“Thank you for taking me here, Jeonghan,” You tell him, feeling like the world around came to a brief halt just for these few intimate seconds. “I... really enjoyed spending time with you.” I’m so grateful to have met you.

Jeonghan cups your face lightly with his hand, leaning in to press a small kiss to your forehead, letting it linger a moment too long to have you yearning for more. “Of course, Y/N. I enjoyed spending time with you too.” We don’t have to part ways just yet, right?

You feel warmth blooming from within, knowing that these moments𑁋while being surrounded by the enchanting beauty of nature and blossoming feelings for the man right beside you𑁋is something you both will cherish forever.

The sight of Jeonghan's serene expression, his fingers intertwined naturally with yours, does nothing but amplify the magic of the cherry blossoms and the heartfelt, romantic season of spring; the season of love marked by new beginnings.

In the season of summer, the warm air that seeps through the window of your apartment carries a sense of relief and contentment. The landscape appeared vibrant and lively, an explosion of evergreen in the swaying trees in the distance. The setting sun cast its golden glow upon the landscape outside, painting the the sky with an array of purple and orange.     

“Call me when you both get home. Drive safe, okay? I love you.” You tell your parents through the phone. After hanging up, you let out a tired sigh, feeling the weight of the day resting on your shoulders. Exhaustion flowed through your body as you grasp the counter of your kitchen sink and peer outside the window longingly. 

It was a moment of peace that captured your tired mind and eased the lingering tension. The sheer exhaustion from the preparations, the anxiety of introducing Jeonghan to your parents, and the energy spent had left you more drained than you expected.

Yet you were also incredibly relieved. Introducing Jeonghan after nearly six months had been a huge milestone to your relationship. Fortunately he was there with you every step away𑁋reassuring your nerves and helping you prepare for their visit by cleaning and assisting with cooking dinner, his calming presence soothing and filling you with confidence. 

The day had gone exceptionally well, perhaps even beyond your expectations. Conversations flowed effortlessly, laughter echoed through the walls, and a genuine connection seemed to have blossomed between Jeonghan and your parents.

As you turn on the sink and take a plate into your hands to wash, you feel something from behind enclose tightly around your waist. A shiver runs down your spine as Jeonghan's warm breath tickles your ear, his arms enveloping you in a loving embrace.

“You did amazing today, angel,” Jeonghan whispers lowly in your ear, his voice sending a surge of goosebumps up your skin as he presses a few kisses to your shoulder. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you for letting me meet your parents.”

Smiling warmly, you instinctively lean into his touch the slightest bit, trying not to let him distract you from washing the dishes. However, Jeonghan reaches effortlessly over your shoulder from behind to turn off the water, his hands lingering over yours as he helps you dry the plate.

Whatever he was planning, you didn’t stop him. Once he puts the plate away, he brings his attention back to placing lingering kisses to your shoulder, slowly trailing them up to your neck.

“Hannie...” You sigh, only hearing him hum in response to his name. “What are you doing?”

“I know you’re tired from today,” He brings his hands down to your waist and spins you around to face him, his gaze firm with care. “so let me take care of you tonight, please?”

You give him a warm smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lean in to capture his lips with a deep kiss. The kiss is a sweet fusion of tenderness and desire, a silent affirmation of your trust to let Jeonghan take the lead. As your lips move together in unison, time seems to slow down, the outside world ceasing away into insignificance.

Once you both pull away, Jeonghan doesn’t waste a moment in taking your hand and dragging you into the bedroom, your eager chuckles filling the air as he closes the door behind. 

“You deserve all the love and care in the world, you know that, right?” Jeonghan rubs his hands soothingly over your arms, guiding you ever so slightly back until your calves hit the bed behind. 

You swallow a nervous lump in your throat, giving a small nod to his words. Gosh, he always knows the right ways to make you feel so vulnerable and just so seen𑁋to make your heart feel so full and so safe. 

“Good,” He guides you down on the bed until your back falls onto the mattress. “Lay down and relax, angel. I’ll make sure I won’t miss a spot.”

His hand slides into yours, your fingers interlocking with his as he presses his weight against you carefully, evidently pinning you down to the bed. Though you’ve shared these intimate moments with him before, he still holds that same gaze in his eyes like the first time he has seen you so vulnerable for him. 

“Beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin as his lips ghost over the sweet spot behind your ear, feeling satisfied from the gasp that leaves you. “Can’t believe I can call you mine.”

Like the warm caress of the sun, Jeonghan’s touch ignites your body with a burning fire, his quiet whispers of I love you heightening each of your senses. The tips of his fingers dance tenderly across your skin as you bask in his love and care like the pleasant air of the season of summer; the season of love where intimacy reaches its peak.

In the season of autumn, the vibrancy of summer had fallen slumber, and the leaves of the trees are now painted a mixture of fiery red, crisp orange, and golden yellow. The quiet pitter-patter of rain tapping against the window creates a comfortable bubble that relaxes you as you try not to focus on the empty spot directly in front of you.

You let your gaze falter out the window of cozy café, eyelids slightly heavy as you hold a cup of steaming coffee to your lips, watching as the mellow breeze rustles through the slender branches of the trees outside. The temperature was neither too cold or too warm; it was the perfect weather for your body to be enclosed by the comfortable sweater that Jeonghan had gifted you a few months back. 

Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea. You both were busy (stressed, specifically)𑁋you were reaching the limits of this internship you got accepted into and Jeonghan was busy working on pursuing his master’s degree. The hectic schedules have been dragging you away from each other. There was barely any time for the two of you to spend time together anymore. Conversations were kept brief before one had to go, time together held more periods of silence than before, and the alone time has been making you question everything. 

You both still love each other... right?

Deep inside you knew you still love him, but you can’t help but reminsce the times where you felt that sense of yearning whenever you both were alone together. When he would kiss you and the excitement would feel built up in your chest, or the way his touch would send shivers down your spine. But lately, those moments have become replaced by late-night phone calls and text messages filled with apologies for missed and forgotten dates. 

You remember the promises and dreams you both shared with each other and how the future seemed so certain for the two of you. But now, as the autumn rain continues to fall, doubts seep into your heart like the water seeping into the cracks of the sidewalk outside.

And coincidentally, your phone vibrates on the table. You hesitantly take it in your hands to read over a text sent from Jeonghan.

[hannie 🐇🤍] sorry angel, i don’t think i’ll be able to make it to our date. this study session w seungcheol and jihoon is lasting longer than i thought

You already expected it, so the outward disappointment wasn’t that noticeable. But on the inside, you feel your heart sink just a tiny bit more.

[y/n 🤍] it’s okay hannie. i’ll see you tonight then. i love you Delivered at 4:25 p.m.

He doesn’t reply, even after the few minutes that pass of you staring down at your phone. You take it as a sign that he was busy before standing up and finally leaving, arriving at your apartment with the rain gradually getting hard. 

It’s probably around eleven at night when Jeonghan arrives home. The rattling sound of keys startle you awake on the couch, but you don’t get yourself to stand up. A headache pounds in your head as you stir around in the cushions, and a quick glance at the barely empty bottle of alcohol on the tables makes you groan.

“Angel?” Jeonghan calls out for you, keeping his voice low. His tired eyes meets yours on the couch, taking in your disheveled appearance and the empty bottle on the table. “How much did you drink?”

“Not that much...” You sit yourself up on the couch, your head feeling ten times heavier than usual. 

Jeonghan sighs, placing his belongings on the kitchen counter. “This isn’t like you.”

You scoff irritatedly. “Well, what else am I supposed to do while waiting for you to come home almost every night?”

His eyes widen to your sudden shift in tone. “Y/N𑁋”

“You... You’re always out for study sessions with Seungcheol and Jihoon and come back at almost midnight,” You continue, cutting him off. “and this internship has been breathing down my neck from day to night. We barely see each other anymore; we come home at different times. It just feels like...”

Jeonghan's face tenses up.  A thickening tension surrounds the two of you and fills up the room like fog. "It just feels what, Y/N? You're not making this any easier for me. I'm doing my best to juggle my studies and us.”

You can feel the frustration penting up inside. "I know you're busy, Jeonghan, but so am I. I just... I miss us, and what we used to have, you know?”

He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I miss it too, Y/N. But you can't expect me to magically have more time. I have to prioritise my studies and have my own life to deal with too.”

A surge of anger rises within you. "But what about prioritising us? We used to be a team, Jeonghan. Now it... it feels like we're drifting apart, and I don't know how to fix it."

This time, you notice how his face seems to soften in the slightest way. He walks over to you and places himself next to you on the couch, leaving just a bit of space between the two of you. “I can't just drop everything for you, Y/N.”

“I never said you had to.” You shake your head. There were too many things orbiting around you that it was only building up the frustation even more, on top of you being exhausted. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me𑁋”

“Angel.” Jeonghan reaches over and takes your hand in his. “Don’t feel sorry for talking about your feelings. This... it was bound to happen at some point.”

His touch never fails to calm you down, and you feel a mix of relief and vulnerability as his warm hand covers yours. You take your gaze away to hide the slightest amounts of tears welling up in your eyes, but Jeonghan rests his other hand gently on the side of your neck, guiding you to look back at him.

He gives you a soft smile, as if trying to convey his apologies through his expression, and you swear you felt something inside your stomach jump. There was that giddy feeling you remembered reminscing about. It seems like it hasn’t disappeared.

“W-What?” You stammer out, a hint of panic in your voice.

“Nothing, it’s just...” I wish I can show you how much I’m still in love with you. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow, okay? I know we’re both tired right now.”

You nod half-heartedly, already standing up, with Jeonghan right behind you. He follows closely behind, keeping a hand on the small of your back to keep you steady as the two of you walk into the bathroom together. You both get ready for bed in silence, ignoring whatever tension had been lingering in between. 

You both knew that in order to fix things, you needed to communicate together. It’s the key component to a relationship. 

As the two of you slip into bed on your separate sides, you can’t help but flip your body over to look at him. 

“Hannie?”

“Mhm?”

“Can you hold me?” You ask him, feeling the nerves hitting you. “Please?”

He doesn’t let the moment waste, and scoots himself closer until your body presses against his. He sneaks an arm around you and pulls you gently into his embrace, letting your head rest against his chest. The familiar warmth and scent of his body engulfs you, offering the comfort and love you've been yearning for. It feels like a reminder of the connection that still exists between you, even in the midst of your current struggles.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to drift away to sleep. In that same moment, the rain outside decides to finally seep into slumber as well. And just like how nature undergoes its own transformation, so does your relationship with Jeonghan. You don’t know how to define it exactly, but it felt domestic, and comforting in a way that it frightens you. But maybe this is just how it’s supposed to progress, and you just need to accept it. 

As love progresses from its vibrancy to a stage full of growth and maturity, it’s a reminder of the season of autumn; the season of love where imperfections are recognised and challenges are tackled together. 

In the season of winter, the world around seems to come to a steady halt. The seasonal colours of autumn have faded and replaced by a blanket of white snow. As you look out the window and listen to the crackles of the fireplace, you see snowflakes gently descending from the sky.

“Hot chocolate?” You turn to the source of the soft voice, beaming up at the face of Jeonghan peering down at you with an extra cup of hot chocolate in his hands.

You reach up and take it from him carefully, settling it between the tips of your fingers to wait for it to cool down. “Thank you.”

Jeonghan settles himself beside you, his presence bringing an added layer of comfort to the homey ambiance of the room. The fireplace casts a gentle glow on both of you, highlighting the softness in his eyes and the features of his face. The two of you look out the window together, watching as the white snow paints the ground below. 

“You know, I never really liked the winter,” Jeonghan confesses out of the blue, sipping out of his hot chocolate.

“Really?” You ask in a way as if he said the most abominable thing. “Why?”

You feel him shrug helplessly from behind. “I dunno. Just never really liked the cold in general.”

“I guess that explains why you keep hogging all the blankets𑁋”

“I get cold really easily!”

"Oh, I see. So it's not that you dislike winter, it's just that you're secretly a blanket thief."

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head to your words. "I prefer to think of it as being proactive in ensuring warmth distribution."

“Whatever you say,” You turn back towards the windows, taking a sip of your hot chocolate before leaning over and placing it on the table. Jeonghan does the same. “I only let you get away with it because you’re handsome.”

There’s a momentary pause and you glance back to see that stupid yet endearingly cute smirk to his face.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t let it get to your head, I still expect my fair share of the blankets.”

Jeonghan just places a loving kiss to the back of your head, embracing an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. "My angel, I assure you that I will always make sure you’re warm.”

The term of endearment never fails to make you melt inside. Jeonghan knows the effect it has on you. He has the power to melt the iciest of hearts with just a single smile, a single deep gaze to your eyes, and a single kiss to your lips. He manages to remember all your sweet spots that make you weak, the small quirks that make you unique, and the little things that bring you joy. But he also remembers your little flaws and the small imperfections that make you who you are.

It’s at that moment you realise this is your first ever winter with him. How did time manage to go by so quickly? Together, you've embraced the beauty of spring, watching the flowers bloom and the cherry blossoms overlook the world from above. The long, lazy days of summer were filled with laughter and new profound intimacy that will forever be cherished in your hearts. And during the days of autumn, you relinquished in the crisp air and the changing foliage, finding tranquility in nature's transition and reveling the inevitable growth of your relationship with Jeonghan. 

And now you fully understand the growing desire bubbling within𑁋that maybe just maybe, you want to spend more seasons with him. The thought of experiencing countless springs, summers, autumns, and winters by his side fills your heart with an overwhelming sense of joy and anticipation.

“What’s got you smiling so hard?” Jeonghan’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

You only chuckle, cuddling yourself closer to him on the couch and placing a small kiss to his jaw.

“I just love this,” You murmur lowly, quiet enough for him to hear even if it was just the two of you alone. “Spending time with you like this. It feels like home.” You feel like home.

And maybe at that very moment as well, Jeonghan realises that you are his home too.

As he embraces you ever so closely, the air becomes still and time seems to slow down in the season of winter; the season of love where love has began to settle down and the pace of life has become steady.

[arikazu]

Stray kids smut week 2 (seungmin) smut skz masterlist

Seungmin

Nerdy boy ♡

♡ Pairing: Inexperienced! Seungmin x Experienced Fem!Reader

"Nerdy boy!? What are you doing on my bed!?"

"You were the one who seduced me"

"Seungmin's Unlikely Adventure" follows Seungmin, an inexperienced nerd, who unexpectedly ends up in the bed of Y/N, the school's most popular girl. This accidental encounter sparks a series of humorous and heartfelt events, leading to personal growth, a budding romance, and the breaking of social barriers.

Warning : nerdy Virgin seungmin, experienced reader, popular girl x Nerdy boy, blow job, fluff, masturbation, protected sex, dom-sub relationship, dominant reader, soft seungmin.

Tag list 💓 : @rockstarkkami @teenagemoonharmony @catlove83 @lac3ybow @resi4skz @rylea08 @yaorzu-blog

I'm not sure how this happened. 

The morning sky was a soft blue color, the sun’s light casting long shadows across the campus. The air was cold but clear for once that day, and students were scattered about the main buildings, chatting idly as they waited for class to begin. 

Seungmin stood in the middle of the courtyard. 

the first day of his dream school had arrived. It felt surreal—he was here, at his new school.

his round glasses covered most of his face , making him appear younger than he was. His dark brown hair fell into his eyes a bit, and his skin looked pale under the gentle sunlight. He was wearing an oversized red turtleneck sweater. He was wearing jeans. He didn’t have anything else on.

He was a mess.

cool people always look clean. 

But Seungmin was anything but that.

he looked like...

he looked like a homeless person.

the clothes were wrinkled and baggy, but they made his thin body look slim and slender. They were stained with dirt and crumbs, and when he moved his arms the sleeves hung over his hands.

why should he care about other opinions he went up straight to the club table from where he could select the particular club he wanted to be a part of He was determined to find his favorite club and become a member of it.

he saw the baseball club  already having someone sitting there so decided to go talk to them. he approached the boy from the opposite side of the field, standing next to him. “hello there. I’m new here. can we be friends?”

the boy turned around. he was handsome.

he had brown hair, which looked soft and fluffy despite being dirty and worn down

"I am Bang Chan"  he smiled. his voice was soft and slightly high-pitched, almost squeaking. the way it came out sounded almost cute. 

seungmin smiled and sat next to him "it's nice to meet you, i am seungmin" he introduced himself for the first time in life seungmin felt ease as he chan smiled at him in a soft manner and the other guys also introduced themselves.

Felix, minho, hyunjin, changbin, jisung, jeongin these were the guys 4 of them were of seungmin age  group and they all seemed pretty cool

chan and minho seemed friendly enough so far. 

felix was cool and cheerful and very hyperactive, but he was kind. changbin was funny and sarcastic, but never cruel. jisung was a sweetheart. he was shy and quiet, and had a habit of smiling nervously around everyone.

jeongin was a savage one he was the youngest among them  and he didn't know much about anything except music, dance, and cooking, and he was super loud and friendly when he was talking about something he liked. 

"Seungmin you are welcome to our group and we just wnat to tell you that everyone here have their own group with the people they seem to be since we all are from the businesses or music or dance major we formed our own group we would be happy if you join our group"  felix said enthusiastically.

seungmin thought about it for a moment. he didnt really care what groups he joined, as long as the club members were great people then maybe he would stay in it too

"i'll consider joining your group" seungmin answered, smiling as he spoke

changbin and felix both grinned happily.

 "great!" felix said.

Seung-min looked around and saw different people hanging out with their group members. some of them were dressed in their uniforms while others wore casual clothes. he saw kids playing around, and people going inside the building

"that is the group of rich people they are all classy and expensive people"  Minho whispered to Seung-min, pointing towards a group walking past

Chan turned to them. 

"that one is the group of bookworms," han said, pointing to another group of four that were all holding books and whispering excitedly to eachother. seungmin wondered if he was supposed to be reading or listening to some music.

"reading is good tho" hyunjin mumbled  to himself.

"those are the boys who are the party organizers mostly the rich hot popular guys" jeongin  said, laughing a little "they are the ones we have to work with a lot because the school is hosting this year's school festival which takes place on the third of friday every year and it is a huge event we all have to attend so if anyone needs any advice for how to make it easier to get to a certain level they better come to us"

"only jeongin and felix have to work with them oh and also count chan since they are the ones who is close to Jackson and his group" Minho said 

"Jackson is a dickhead."  felix snorted, rolling his eyes "he's a fucking jerk and is always trying to get me to hang out with his gang

jisung shushed them. the bell rang indicating that classes started. jisung looked at seungmin apologetically but the smaller boy waved him off. he couldn't believe what just happened.

"we will see you at the bench after the class!" changbin waved and seungmin tried to find the way to his class.

he felt lost as he could not find the  way. he looked up as he heard voices 

they were coming from one of the classrooms nearby. he walked towards it.

there was a group of boys that felix was talking about Jackson  and his group were all gathered around the window. a small gasp escaped him when he looked at the room, seeing the entire club there. 

there was an older boy with messy black hair and an attractive face, and a pretty girl. she was wearing a beautiful white dress, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders gracefully.

"who are you 4 eyes!?" a high pitched voice  interrupted him, snapping him out of his trance. the blonde girl was standing right behind him

"uh...” seungmin looked at them trying to say something.

"Uh what? come on answer me?"  she was getting irritated. he didn’t respond, looking at the floor. he didn’t realize that they were glaring daggers at him until he looked at them and they were still glaring daggers at him. they were obviously mad

she stepped closer and placed her hand over seungmins shoulder, "you’re really an idiot aren't you?" 

"come on yumi! leave the poor mama boy alone he must be missing his mom!" Bambam another boy  said, stepping forward and pulling yumi back "you shouldn't be picking fights with strangers in public"

she scoffed, pulling her arm away from Bambam's grasp and turning around  "oh, well I'm sorry for wasting my breath"

"it's ok" seungmin said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"we are your seniors 4 eyes give us some respect" yumi 

 spat.

"Yes I saved you from her sorry ass come on call me sir" Bambam came closer to  him and put an arm around his shoulder, smirking victoriously seungmin gulped 

, staring at the ground once again

"yeah sure... sir..." he muttered.

"ahh so you guys are again bullying freshman " a playful voice  said from behind the two boys and the group turned to look 

 behind them.

a girl with h/c hair stood there her eyes held a confident , teasing glint and she seemed to be amused by whatever she'd heard.

she was wearing an expensive dress with a slit up the left leg and a skirt that covered her hips perfectly she smelled like lavender she walked towards bambam  and the others, "don't you know that seniors don't bully freshmen?" she asked sweetly, giving a sly smirk. she took a step closer

yumi scoffed "y/n You are ruining the fun" 

"no, im just making sure none of the freshmen are bullied" she replied, a small smile forming on her lips "what is your name?"

"oh um, my name is seungmin" he smiled at her 

"well seungmin" she smiled and winked. “my names y/n and that's bambam and yumi and that tall one is jinyoung" 

 she pointed at the other boys and winked.

seungmin breath was heavy he has never met  someone who was that charming and so elegant

"so nerdy boy get out of here before my friends again start the bullying and i don't wish to save a mama boy once again" 

she laughed and the rest of the boys followed  chuckling as they did

and seungmin watched as they left, not even sparing him one last glance.

seungmin felt an aura changed inside her she sounded dominant, calm and collected  and yet, she still managed to show the complete opposite of that  and made seungmin wonder if she was even human or an alien.

....................

the class was over seungmin was sitting in the cafe Area with his group 

 of friends.  Felix and jisung kept sending glances at him every five seconds, as if wanting to ask why he hadn't said anything yet or whether he would talk more about what had just occurred between him and those 3 students earlier today

"I will beat bambam for you!" changbin  shouted suddenly, throwing his fist towards the table aggressively as the two of them sat down next to seungmin jeongin nodded in between as he agreed with changbin words.

"hey hey stop that, you two are gonna break the table" seungmin scolded lightly.

"you are our friend we would help you!" chan  exclaimed happily.

"it's cool I can handle myself just let them go already" seungmin said softly to them.

"I just want to know about y/n " 

seungmin said and all the boys looked at him in shock .

"...why?" felix  questioned hesitantly.

"i don't know, she just seems intriguing and nice.. " he shrugged slightly, he didn't really mind talking about y/n. he knew he was being obvious about everything he was feeling.

"she is a bad news" minho said as he grabbed the bottle of water.

"bad news?" 

"Yes she shares an art class with Hyun-jin he will tell you more about her" 

 Felix stated, shaking his head.

"right so what do you think about her so far?" Seung-min asked, looking at everyone, waiting for answers.

Jeong sighed, "she is kind of scary"

"she is hot-headed and she hides her sarcasm behind her smile Seung-min she is the popular girl in our school after Sumi she is part of the black dragdragonss the group made up of Jinyoung, bambam, yumi,, and y/n they are the school's second most popular kids"  chan explained

"but she isn't evil! she is quite smart and kind" Jisung defended

"...okay then what about you Seung-min?" chan asked, ignoring his friend

"I guess" seungmin said "how am I supposed to know? She is so mysterious I dont know how to approach her "

"oh trust me" minho spoke in between "dude she is out of your league" 

"you guys!!" felix groaned.

"what?! She is!" chan argued.

"okay lets talk about something else... please" hyunjin mumbled.

"Jackson invited us to a party" jisung said changing the topic 

"really?!" seungmin asked.

"Yes its on this Saturday night we all can go together seungmin it would be your first party you would enjoy!"  changbin smiled excitedly and jisung nodded his head in approval "and maybe youll make some new friends!"

chan added on "plus there's this girl named ______ that is super cute!"

"yes!!! She is so cute!! We have been texting each other for almost two months now!" jisung exclaimed.

"wait wait wait! when did you met her?"chan asked.

"I met in the bar where I sing songs"  jisung replied, smiling.

chan nodded approving of the information.

"jisung is such a romantic!!!" Felix said dramatically leaning into jisungs side, hugging his arm tightly

"he is the only romance in our friendship" jeongin said rolling his eyes.

"okay now you're exaggerating" jisung said.

"you know that _________ is my girlfriend sister right?" chan asked  jisung, looking at him dead in the eyes. jisung froze, the color fading from his face and his eyes widening slowly. he opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to find the right words to say but nothing came out of it, he gave out a shaky laugh

"wh.. what? no way" he mumbled weakly.

"you all have girlfriends?" seungmin asked.

changbin smiled "well only chan, hyunjin and now han" 

hyunjin smile faded " me and her are not together you dummy " he said and too, his food tray leaving the table everyone looked at him in shock.

"hyunjin went to jail because of helping a girl in a fugitive from her wedding they used to be in love but it's feels like something must have happened between them" 

Felix explained seungmin nodded in understanding "hyunjin has redeemed himself he is clean now but he past lover is a sensitive topic for him " 

seungmin looked around and raised his eyebrow words could not come out of his mouth "oh" 

"I have to pick up leah from her preschool I will see you guys tomorrow "chan left the table .

the three remaining boys sat silently for a moment, none knowing what to say.

"chan can I join you I want to see ________ she must be at your girlfriend house?" jisung asked .

"uh yeah sure come on " 

changbin was texting someone while minho went away for his dance practice only felix , seungmin and jeongin were eating food together now "chan has a little sister?" seungmin asked.

"are you talking about Leah?" jeongin asked.

"ahh yes" 

"that's chan daughter"  felix answered, chewing on his chips.

"daughter isn't he young to have a daughter?"  he asked curiously.

"Leah is his girlfriend daughter which makes her his   step daughter  or something like that" felix replied.

"I'm guessing Chan's girlfriend is a bit older than Chan then?" Seung-min asked.

"no she is younger than him chan's girlfriend was a teenage mother they both were neighbors and somehow they clicked well and started dating Leah's father is even barely there for her so Chan matched well with Leah and they started forming a father and daughter bond which made _____ heart melt and they got together they have been dating for 2 years now,"  felix said smiling brightly. 

"wow they sound like a cute couple" Seungmin answered.

"they are very much happy and love each other, and the best thing is that I believe Chan and _____ are finally together" Jeongin added with a smirk.

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Seungmin sat with Felix and Jeongin as some time passed by the day goes by they were busy with their work in the bustling school café, the warm afternoon sunlight streaming through the large windows. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter, the clatter of trays, and the hum of excited chatter. They were engrossed in a lively discussion about the latest soccer match, their animated voices blending into the background noise.

Seungmin was in the middle of recounting a particularly thrilling goal when a sudden shift in the atmosphere made him pause. Across the room, Y/N, the popular girl as others like to quote her in that way who always seemed to have an effortless glow about her, was making her way through the café with her close-knit group of friends. Her presence commanded attention; she walked with an air of confidence that made heads turn.

As they paused their conversation, others turned their attention to the untouchable group. Bambam, with a mischievous look on his face, carried a food tray in his hands. Meanwhile, Jinyoung, known for his calm demeanor, was wearing a pair of expensive headphones, lost in the music of his favorite artists. Yumi, the shorter one, burst into giggles at a joke that Bambam had just told her.

“Look its y/n the untouchable butterfly ‘

‘Bambam the rich senior!” 

SSeungmin found himself amidst a group of people casually chatting about the popular nicknames of the group. However, his attention was drawn to Y/N. She seemed enigmatic to him, oscillating between defending Seungmin from her friends' advances and then laughing and sharing food with them just moments later.

"Who are you, Y/N?" Seungmin muttered under his breath, his gaze piercing as he yearned to unravel the mystery that she seemed to embody.

She ran her fingers through her hair, gliding gracefully as she walked. Her scent lingered in the air, and her every thought seemed to captivate him. It felt like the entire universe was conspiring to mesmerize him. On his first day of school, he found everything falling into place effortlessly—friends, foes, and perhaps even a girl who piqued his interest for the very first time.

As she made her way past a rowdy group of boys, one of them suddenly lunged at her from behind, attempting to grab her. Without a moment's hesitation, Y/N's entire demeanor shifted. With a steely look in her eyes, she swiftly pivoted and delivered a sharp, well-aimed kick to the guy's shin, causing him to reel back with a sharp cry of pain.

The bustling café fell into a sudden, eerie hush as every conversation came to an abrupt halt. Utensils paused in mid-air, all eyes trained on the unexpected spectacle unfolding before them. Even Seungmin and his friends were transfixed, their expressions a mix of astonishment and respect, much like the rest of the bewildered onlookers. Y/N's fierce countenance softened slightly as she turned back to her friends, who were frozen in a mix of shock and admiration.

In a composed and steady voice, Y/N simply said, "Let's go," and her friends quickly collected themselves, nodding in agreement. They strode forward as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired, holding their heads high, leaving behind a sea of whispers and murmurs.

Gradually, the café's hum of conversation resumed, but the incident remained the sole topic of discussion. Seungmin and his friends exchanged wide-eyed glances, clearly impressed and somewhat awed by the unexpected display of courage and quick thinking they had just witnessed.

“Did you see that?” Felix whispered, still in disbelief.

Seungmin nodded, his mind replaying the scene.

 “Yeah, she’s not just popular for her looks and charm. She’s got guts.” jeongin added 

His friends nodded in agreement, a newfound respect for Y/N settling in. As Seungmin watched her walk away, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of admiration and curiosity. Today had revealed a new side of Y/N, one that everyone would remember for a long time.

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"Have you heard? She totally destroyed Jackson when he tried to hit on her. I also heard she punched Jihoon while he was eavesdropping on her conversation. She's made quite an impression on the boys at our school. Some of them are even afraid of her."

One of the girls expressed her disbelief, "How full of herself can she be? What does she think of herself?"

Sunghoon overheard some students murmuring as he casually sipped his coffee, doing his best to conceal any reaction. Jeongin gave a sly smirk as he signaled to Seungmin, attempting to get the older male's attention.

"Did you see how amazing y/n Sunbaenim is? And you thought about approaching her," he remarked with a dry chuckle, "She's way out of your league, dude!"

Seungmin glanced at the younger male. It wasn't entirely incorrect. How could he even initiate a conversation with her? She never even glanced in his direction. To him, she seemed untouchable, like a butterfly surrounded by tall, formidable guys like Bambam and Jin-young. Surely, she must be dating one of them.

It's not like he has a genuine interest in her. He simply wants to thank her for intervening when she saved him from his friends.

"I'm sorry, Seung-min. Jeongin is right. She is out of our league. She won't even look at us, and we will end up like that guy whom she kicked," Felix added.

Getting kicked by Y/N was the last thing that Seungmin wanted.

…………………………………………………….

Y/N sat in the empty classroom, her shoulders hunched and her eyes red and puffy from crying. She stared down at her open textbook, the words blurring as tears welled up once more. The teacher's harsh scolding still echoed in her mind, each word a painful reminder of her recent poor grades. Her parents' disappointment loomed over her, making her feel even more insecure and defeated.

Seungmin had stayed behind to ask the teacher a question about the homework. As he walked towards the front of the room, he noticed Y/N sitting alone, her face buried in her hands. His heart ached at the sight of her distress. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if she wanted company, but then he decided to approach her.

"Hey, Y/N," he said softly, taking a seat beside her. "Are you okay?"

Y/N sniffled and quickly wiped her eyes, trying to compose herself. "No, not really," she admitted, her voice breaking. "I got scolded for my grades again. My parents are going to be so disappointed. They don’t tolerate failure, and I feel like I’m letting them down."

TThe first time Y/N opened up about her parents was during a vulnerable moment. Despite her efforts to maintain a facade of strength and charisma, deep down she felt like a child who had lost her innocence due to the burdens imposed by her controlling parents. She confided in a stranger, unable to share this truth even with her closest friends. As the sole heiress to her family's wealth, she struggled to break free from the expectations and pressures placed upon her at school.

Her food, her friends, her studies, her clothes all were decided by her parents who were barely home for her.

Seungmin frowned, feeling a surge of empathy. He knew how much pressure Y/N was under, and he had seen how hard she worked. "I’m really sorry to hear that," he said gently. "It must be really tough dealing with all of that."

Y/N nodded, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "It is. I try so hard, but it never seems to be enough. I don’t know what to do anymore."

Seungmin reached out and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Hey, listen. You’re not alone in this. How about I help you study for the upcoming test? We can work on it together. I’m pretty good at this stuff, and I think it might help."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and hope. "You’d do that for me?"

"Of course," Seungmin replied with a warm smile. "We’re friends, right? And friends help each other out. We can meet up after school and go over everything. You’ll see, it’ll make a big difference."

“We are friends?” y/n asked him as she wiped the tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt and Seungmin gave her a confused look.

“I mean you saved me and I want to pay back to you back for that day”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Y/N’s lips, the first sign of relief she’d felt all day. "Thank you,  That means a lot."

"No problem," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We’ll get through this together. And don’t worry, you’re not a failure. You’re just going through a tough time, but we’ll turn it around."

Y/N nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "You think I can do it?"

"I know you can," Seungmin said confidently. "We’ll make a plan and tackle it step by step. You’ll see the improvement in no time."

As they packed up their things and left the classroom together, Y/N felt a little lighter. The burden of her parents' expectations still weighed heavily on her, but with Seungmin’s support, she felt a glimmer of hope that she could overcome her insecurities and improve her grades. They agreed to meet at the library after school, and as they walked down the hallway, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for Seungmin's kindness and support. She wasn’t alone in her struggles anymore, and that made all the difference.

As they made their way to the ice cream machine, y/n turned to him and asked, "What was your name again?" After inserting a coin and punching in her order for a scoop of luscious strawberry ice cream, she listened intently as he responded, "It's Seungmin." Intrigued, she watched as he selected a scoop of refreshing mint chocolate for himself. Catching her curious gaze, Seungmin met her eyes and inquired, "What?" 

Noticing his choice of ice cream, y/n raised an eyebrow and asked, "What ice cream is this?" 

To her surprise, Seungmin exclaimed, "What, no way! You've never had choco mint?" 

Admitting to her lack of experience with that particular flavor, y/n watched as Seungmin hesitated before pushing his ice cream towards her with a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. "Here... take a bite," he offered.

As she accepted the ice cream he offered, a mischievous grin spread across her face. With a gentle lick, she savored the cool treat, savoring the moment.As she accepted the ice cream he offered, a mischievous grin spread across her face. With a gentle lick, she savored the cool treat, savoring the moment.

the movie was playing as the dim lights fall onto seungmin and y/n who were sitting closely  against each other and sharing blankets and pillows

"can i borrow that blanket" seungmin whispered quietly as he pointed at the blanket on the other side of the couch.

y/n giggled at the cuteness "sure whatever"

seungmin noticed y/n lips  curling up into a beautiful smile, and his heart swelled at the sight.

seungmin carefully lifted his body and sat up from the sofa, pulling the blanket towards him.

after making sure there was enough space for him to sit seungmin settled himself with his back resting on the arm of the sofa, the blanket draped over him.

the thunder roll  filled the room and seungmin could hear the rain pounding outside but the weather inside the apartment didn't seem to matter.

"you can spend the night in here it's raining hard" 

y/n parents were not home that night they were out of station for some wor, seungmin came to teach her businesses studies and after a 2 hour study session they ended up watching a movie  together

"thanks for letting me stay tonight it means a lot to me" seungmin smiled gently at y/n as she put the blanket on her shoulder.

30 minutes passed by there snacks bucket was getting empty y/n eyes were getting drift  off as the movies was pretty boring but she couldn't complain the time was passing quickly and the storm outside was calming her down.

she slowly got up and removed her skirt seungmin looked at her in shock , not knowing she was wearing undergarments underneath

he looked away, cheeks red and hands holding tight on the blanket.

"what are you doing!? "he shrieked.

"I am wearing shorts underneath skirt is pretty uncomfortable to sleep in"  y/n told him "do u mind if i sleep beside you tonight?"

"i don't mind but what does it mean if you sleep next to me!?" seungmin asked confused.

"it means that I wanna snuggle you and you wanna snuggle with me it means we are going to cuddle" y/n answered him in a sarcastic manner.

"oh I see are we gonna cuddle?"he asked in a dumbfounded manner.

"no you idiot I will just lay beside you because I don't wanna sleep alone in this thunder" 

"you really need to stop with your sarcasm " he chuckled.

Y/n shrugged her shoulders and laid back against the sofa. seungmin watched in awe as her hair fell onto her face and her chest rose up and down.

his eyes widened at how breathtaking she was he thought to himself "she is beautiful even when she is trying to sleep" 

y/n felt her heart  beat fast and she turned slightly facing him.

they locked eyes for a few moments before seungmin averted his eyes and began rubbing his neck nervously.

as soon as they locked gazes again seungmin realised his mistake of staring directly at y/n and blushed furiously.

"you okay?"

"yeah" seungmin replied.

their lips were inches away  from each other. he took the chance to take a deep breath inhaling and exhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo and after a minute she placed her lips softly against his cheek, kissing him softly but deeply before closing the gap between their lips.

seungmin pulled her closer as he kissed her back, she ran her hands through his hairs caressing him as she did.

 she had never kissed someone with passion as if her life depended on it and she loved every moment of it, feeling the tingles of electricity run through her spine and her stomach fluttered.

as they continued to kiss he let go of the blanket and wrapped one of his arms around her waist the other hand was resting on her leg, stroking it slightly.

"you are a good kisser for someone who kissed for the first time" y/n said as she pulled away for a little.

"how ...... did you know it was my first kiss"  he asked, a blush creeping up on his neck, ears and cheeks.

"i am always curious about people I meet and especially when they are a complete stranger and Minnie you are a nerd baby I know everything about you" she teased and let her tongue slip  out licking her bottom lip seductively.

seungmin looked at her as if he was hypnotized and grabbed her chin, his 

finger tips grazing her lower lip. 

"you're such a tease" he said as he smirked and pecked her lips again 

"but you're a good kisser so what's the harm"  she teased once again.

"come on eat me seungmin I am feeling wet" y/n said in a direct, anger as she felt her shorts  sticking tightly around her thighs.

"eat you out?"seungmin eyebrows furrowed slightly "I am not a cannibal y/n" 

her eyes rolls up at his words "you nerd I feel wet because of my hornyass since I didn't fucked someone for 3 months now come on eat my pussy or else I will ask someone else do it" 

"...you've been craving sex for three months?"

"yeah" 

seungmin let out a deep chuckle and leaned forward to kiss y/n "fine then I will satisfy your wish"

he grabbed her thighs "it's my first time doing it" he said  softly, a blush creeping up on his cheeks and a small smile appearing on his face.

"it's fine nerdy boy just finger me or lick me" she commanded.

seungmin removed her shorts  and placed them on the floor and positioned himself behind y/n and began massaging her entrance slowly, taking a deep breath before inserting his index finger into her moist pussy.

"oh god yes yes yes that's so good!" she moaned out.

once he inserted three fingers inside her his movements became more rapid causing her to release her moan repeatedly.

seungmin kept his movements slow as he felt her tightening around his fingers, releasing all of the tension she had built up inside of her.

after awhile y/n began moaning loudly

 "feels so good ohhhh baby fuck! that feels so good~ mmfhhmmfhhhhh!" she moaned.

once he felt her walls tighten even further on his fingers he moved his fingers faster still increasing speed.

seungmin's thrusts grew faster, his strokes becoming harsher as y/n gripped his shoulder blades almost biting it.

"Seungmin!" she screamed out in pure ecstasy as her climax finally hit her.

"fuckkk! 

seungmin fingers slipped out of y/ns slick pussy as he let out a low groan, falling back on the bed completely spent. 

"damn i am already exhausted" he muttered.

"oh no no you have to eat me out too this was the starter only" 

 y/n said.

"...okay" seungmin replied, still shocked about her orgasm but also excited.

"minnie stop teasing please i beg of you." you pleaded softly as he moved his hand between your legs "just fuck me please-" he groaned.

 his teeth nipping hard on your sensitive spot making you whimper and writhe under his touch. "baby i want to taste you so bad." he murmured. he ran his fingers over your entrance teasingly. "but i need to taste you first." he added, licking his lips as he eyed your clit.

minnie's tongue dipped in and licked your wet folds in one fluid movement. he teased you gently before licking his way up to your core and pinching the flesh between his thumb and index finger. he began flicking his middle finger in and out of you, making you moan in pleasure.

 he bit your breast harshly, causing you to cry out loud.  you felt your orgasm starting to build and you gripped onto his shoulders tightly.

minnie continued his torture for a few moments longer before sucking on your clit. you were about to reach the peak of your orgasm when his hand stopped moving. "ahhhh shit!"

 you gasped as pain coursed through your insides making your whole body ache with every passing second of your release.

minnie watched you as you tried to catch your breath. he chuckled darkly before he placed small kisses along your belly button. He was now kneeling beside your naked body with his eyes glued to your chest.

 "this feels fucking amazing" he groaned as he rubbed his nose into your stomach. he placed light kiss after kiss to your belly button making your knees wobble and shake.  

minnie looked up at your face, his gaze filled with lust. "that is definitely a lot easier for me to say then i thought it would be."

However, he found that he couldn't take his hands away from the girl in front of him. Her body felt warm, soft and comfortable as if he hadn't touched someone before.

His member poking through his pants became more sensitive and he tried to hold it back but it kept increasing its pace.

His mind was blank, his thoughts went nowhere and he didn't understand anything happening around him.

Suddenly, she pulled away from him and got off the bed.

He followed her to the bathroom.

"I will take care of your erection" she said and tired her hair back she kneeled in front of him .

He could see her eyes staring into his own as she put both her hands around the base of his member.

He clenched his teeth together and his eyes became darker. He felt his breathing become irregular as he watched her touching his member in such a slow way.

He could clearly see the little drops of sweat forming on her forehead as she worked her fingers slowly upwards, caressing each part of his member, making every nerve in his body become completely alive and tense.

Her face was flushed red and she kept saying things but he couldn't make out what she was trying to tell him.

"Do you want me to suck it?" she asked.

His body shook violently as he felt the wetness of her saliva running down his member.

"Yes..." he breathed in between gritted teeth.

He could feel his member throbbing, getting harder and harder. He felt like his sanity was slipping away but his body wouldn't listen to him.

 

She smiled and kissed his member softly before sucking it hard. The pain only lasted a few seconds until he felt himself being lifted up off the ground causing him to moan loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck..!" He moaned. "Faster... please!" He begged.

She smiled wider.

And then the pain was gone.

He could feel the blood pumping through his veins as the moisture that was dripping from his member stopped.

"Done" she said and stood up wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

He was unable to utter a single word. Everything he was able to do was concentrate on staying conscious.

"miss popular  I didn't knew you could" he was at the loss of words he could not understand how she gave him a whole fucking blowjob.

"it will be our little secret hmm" She winked at him and walked towards the door.

"Wait wait wait!" he blurted out, stopping her from leaving his room.

She turned her head to look at him.

"What?" She asked.

"I don't have any condoms... I-"

She rolled her eyes and sighed "It doesn't matter I was just trying to calm your dick down "

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N and Seungmin settled into a routine of studying together after school. They met in the library every day, spreading their books and notes across a quiet corner table. As they worked through math problems and history notes, a bond began to form between them. Seungmin's patient explanations and encouraging words helped Y/N gain confidence in her abilities, and she found herself looking forward to their study sessions.

Y/N's friends started to notice a change in her. She seemed happier, more relaxed, and even a little more confident. During lunch breaks, they would ask her what was going on.

"Y/N, you seem different lately," one of her friends said one day, curiosity evident in her voice. "Is something going on?"

Y/N smiled and shrugged, trying to downplay the situation. "Nothing much. Just trying to focus more on my studies."

Another friend leaned in, not convinced. "Come on, there has to be more to it than that. You can tell us."

Y/N felt a bit of guilt for not sharing everything with her friends, but she wasn’t ready to talk about her study sessions with Seungmin just yet. "Really, it’s nothing major. Just some extra studying."

Her friends exchanged glances but didn’t press further, respecting her privacy.

As the weeks passed, Y/N's hard work began to pay off. With Seungmin’s help, she started to understand the material better and felt more prepared for her exams. They would quiz each other, work through difficult problems, and even take short breaks to chat about their interests and hobbies, growing closer with each session.

Finally, the day of the big exam arrived. Y/N felt a mix of nerves and excitement as she sat down at her desk. She took a deep breath and remembered Seungmin’s encouraging words. "You’ve got this," he had said the night before, giving her a reassuring smile.

When the results were posted a week later, Y/N’s heart raced as she scanned the list. A wide smile spread across her face as she saw her score – she had done well, much better than she had dared to hope. She couldn’t wait to tell Seungmin.

She found him in their usual spot in the library, a grin lighting up her face. "I did it, Seungmin! I scored really well on the exam!"

Seungmin looked up from his book, his face breaking into a proud smile. "I knew you could do it, Y/N. You worked so hard. I’m really proud of you."

Tears of happiness welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she hugged him tightly. "Thank you so much, Seungmin. I couldn’t have done it without you."

As they pulled apart, Seungmin shook his head. "You had it in you all along. I just helped you see it."

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Students flooded the hallways, chatting and laughing as they headed to their lockers or exited the building. Y/N walked with a group of friends, but her eyes kept darting around, searching for someone. She spotted Seungmin near his locker, but he wasn't alone. Sumi, the most popular girl in school, stood close to him, giggling at something he said. Y/N's stomach churned with an unfamiliar feeling.

"Hey, you okay? You seem a bit out of it," one of her friends asked, nudging her.

Forcing a smile, Y/N replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

Her eyes lingered on Seungmin and Sumi. She remembered how Seungmin had helped Sumi in class last week when she was struggling with a project. It was a simple gesture, but since then, Sumi had been hanging around him more and more. Now, Y/N watched as Sumi leaned in closer, touching Seungmin's arm lightly as she laughed.

"You’re so funny, Seungmin! I can’t believe I never noticed before," Sumi said, her laughter ringing out.

Seungmin smiled, "Well, I guess I just needed to show my sense of humor more."

Sumi glanced over at Y/N and gave her a smug smile, as if she knew exactly how Y/N felt. Seungmin didn’t notice, too focused on Sumi's attention.

"Seriously, are you sure you're okay? You keep looking over there," Y/N’s friend asked again.

"It's nothing. Just... never mind," Y/N sighed.

Her friend followed her gaze and raised an eyebrow when she saw Seungmin and Sumi together. "Oh. I see. It’s Seungmin and Sumi, huh?"

"It’s not what you think. They’re just talking," Y/N said defensively.

"Right. Just talking," her friend replied skeptically.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Seungmin and she had been friends for a long time, but lately, it seemed like he was spending all his time with Sumi. She couldn't shake the feeling that Sumi's interest in Seungmin was more than just friendly.

Later, in the courtyard, Y/N found herself walking alone, deep in thought. She was pulled from her reverie by the sound of footsteps behind her. Turning around, she saw Seungmin approaching, a bright smile on his face.

"Hey, Y/N! Been looking for you. How was your day?" he asked.

"It was good. You?" she replied, forcing a smile.

"Great! Sumi and I were talking about the project we worked on together. She’s actually really nice once you get to know her," he said enthusiastically.

Y/N's heart sank a little. She tried to hide her feelings, but it was hard. She forced herself to smile and nod. "That’s great, Seungmin. I’m glad you’re getting along with her."

Seungmin didn’t notice the strain in her voice. He continued talking about Sumi, oblivious to Y/N’s growing discomfort. "Yeah, and she invited me to this party she's throwing this weekend. I think it’s going to be really fun. You should come too!"

"Maybe. I’ll see if I’m free," she said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Seungmin’s phone buzzed. He checked it and smiled. "Oh, Sumi just texted. She wants to meet up to go over some more project ideas. I gotta go, but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, see you tomorrow," Y/N nodded.

Seungmin waved and rushed off, leaving Y/N standing alone. She watched him go, feeling a mix of sadness and jealousy. She couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever go back to the way they were before Sumi started showing interest in Seungmin.

"Hey, what’s up? You look like you’ve seen a ghost," her friend said, walking up to her.

"It’s just... Seungmin. I feel like I’m losing him," Y/N sighed.

"Hey, if he’s really your friend, he won’t let someone like Sumi come between you two. Give it some time. He’ll realize what he’s missing," her friend said comfortingly.

Y/N nodded, trying to hold

**Scene: Y/N's Childhood Memories**

Y/N's childhood was a tapestry woven with threads of hardship and neglect. From a young age, she learned that the world could be a cold and unforgiving place, especially within the walls of her own home.

Her parents, distant and preoccupied with their own troubles, seemed to barely notice her existence. Their harsh words and cold stares were a constant in her life, creating an environment where love and affection were foreign concepts. Her mother, a woman worn down by her own disappointments and frustrations, often took out her anger on Y/N. The slightest mistake would result in a barrage of criticism, leaving Y/N feeling worthless and unloved.

Her father was no better. A man of few words, his silence was more terrifying than her mother's outbursts. When he did speak, his words were laced with disdain, as if Y/N's very presence was a burden. He spent most of his time away, finding solace in work or at the bottom of a bottle, leaving Y/N to fend for herself.

The house was always in disarray, mirroring the chaos of their family life. Dirty dishes piled up in the sink, and clutter filled every corner. Y/N learned to navigate through the mess, both physical and emotional, with a resilience that belied her age. She found solace in small, hidden places—underneath her bed with a flashlight and a book, or in the attic where she could pretend she was in a different world.

School was no refuge either. While other children were picked up by their parents and greeted with hugs, Y/N walked home alone, her footsteps echoing in the empty streets. She envied the kids who had lunchboxes packed with care, while she often had to scrounge for food or rely on the charity of classmates who shared their meals with her.

Despite the lack of support and love at home, Y/N discovered an inner strength that kept her going. She found comfort in her imagination, creating stories and worlds where she was the hero, loved and admired by all. Books became her escape, their pages offering adventures and friendships that she craved in real life.

On particularly bad days, when the shouting and tension at home became unbearable, Y/N would retreat to a nearby park. There, under the shade of an old oak tree, she would sit for hours, watching other families play and laugh. She dreamed of a day when she could leave the toxicity behind and create a life filled with warmth and kindness.

But the scars of her childhood remained, hidden beneath the surface. Trust was hard to come by, and she struggled to believe in her own worth. The neglect and harsh treatment she endured shaped her into someone who was fiercely independent, but also deeply afraid of letting others in.

As she grew older, Y/N vowed to break the cycle. She worked hard in school, determined to carve out a future for herself that was different from her past. She surrounded herself with friends who became her chosen family, finding in them the love and support she had been denied.

Yet, the shadows of her childhood lingered, sometimes surfacing in moments of doubt and insecurity. The harsh words of her parents still echoed in her mind, a reminder of the resilience she had built but also of the wounds that had never fully healed.

As Y/N was walking home one evening, she couldn't help but feel the absence of Seungmin, who was spending time with Sumi. Despite being surrounded by Bambam and other friends, she still felt a sense of emptiness without Seungmin.

Sumi's cutting words sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. "Do you really think that Seungmin would like you?" Sumi asked with a smirk on her face.

Y/N's heart raced as she realized the seriousness of the situation. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Sumi continued, "I will tell your parents about Seungmin. Do you think they will accept him, considering he doesn't meet your family's standards?"

Y/N's grip tightened on Sumi's hand, pleading with her without saying a word.

Sumi's threat hung heavy in the air. "Trust me, I will. They will ruin Seungmin's life like they did with Juho."

The fear in Y/N's eyes was palpable. She couldn't bear the thought of her parents ruining Seungmin's life as they had done with her ex-lover. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Stay away from Seungmin," Sumi demanded with a cold determination.

Meanwhile, the school was abuzz with... excitement about the upcoming party on Saturday. It seemed like everyone was talking about it, making plans, and eagerly anticipating the event. Seungmin had been contemplating asking Y/N to accompany him for days. Their study sessions had brought them closer, and he felt a genuine connection with her. He was hopeful that she felt the same way.

During their usual study session in the library, Seungmin gathered all his courage to ask her. Taking a deep breath, he looked up from his notes and began, "Hey, Y/N."

"Yeah?" Y/N replied, giving him a quick smile.

"There's a party this Saturday," Seungmin said, feeling his heart race. "I was wondering if you’d like to go with me?"

Y/N's smile vanished instantly. She looked away, her expression hardening. "I’m busy," she said flatly, flipping through her textbook without meeting his gaze.

Seungmin felt a sense of disappointment creeping in. "Oh, okay," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Maybe some other time then?"

"Yeah, maybe," Y/N said curtly, still avoiding eye contact.

The remainder of the study session was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Y/N seemed distant, barely responding to Seungmin’s questions and avoiding any further conversation. Seungmin couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.

The following day, he tried to approach her again. He found Y/N in the hallway and engaged in lively conversation with her friends. As he neared, she quickly turned her back, pretending not to notice him. His heart sank. He couldn’t comprehend why she was giving him the cold shoulder.

At last, after school, he caught up with her as she was packing her bag. "Y/N, can we talk for a minute?" he asked gently.

Y/N looked up, her expression unreadable. "What is it, Seungmin?"

"I just wanted to ask if everything’s okay," he said tentatively. "You seemed upset when I mentioned the party."

Y/N sighed, closing her bag and standing up. "I’m fine, Seungmin. I’m just really busy with my studies and my parents' expectations. I don’t have time for parties."

Seungmin nodded slowly, trying to understand. "I get it. I just thought you might want to take a break and have some fun. You’ve been working so hard."

Y/N's eyes softened slightly, but her tone remained distant. "I appreciate that, Seungmin. But I don’t have time for distractions right now."

Seungmin forced a smile. "Okay, I understand. If you ever change your mind, the offer still stands."

Y/N nodded, giving him a brief smile. "Thanks, Seungmin. I’ll see you around."

As Seungmin watched her walk away, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of confusion and disappointment. He respected Y/N’s dedication to her studies and her family’s expectations, but he wished she would let him in and share her struggles. For now, he decided to focus on being a supportive friend, hoping that one day, she would open up to him.The school was bustling with the usual morning activity. Students chatted excitedly, lockers clanged open and shut, and teachers prepared for the day. Y/N walked through the crowded hallway, her mind heavy with the recent turn of events. She had been avoiding Seungmin ever since Sumi had cornered her the previous afternoon.

Flashback: Yesterday, After School

Y/N had been gathering her things from her locker when Sumi approached, her face a mask of cold determination.

"You should stop spending so much time with Seungmin," Sumi had said, her voice low and threatening.

Y/N looked up, confused and a bit scared. "Why? What does it matter to you?"

Sumi leaned in, her eyes narrowing. "Because I like him, and I don't need you in the way. And if you don't back off, I’ll tell your parents about you and Seungmin. I’m sure they’d love to know who you've been spending your time with."

Y/N's heart pounded. The thought of her parents finding out about Seungmin, knowing how strict and disapproving they were, filled her with dread. She had no choice. With a final glare, Sumi walked away, leaving Y/N feeling trapped and helpless.

Since that encounter, Y/N had been giving Seungmin the cold shoulder. She avoided his gaze, ignored his texts, and made sure to be busy whenever he tried to approach her. Today was no different. As she walked to her first class, she spotted Seungmin coming her way, his face lighting up when he saw her.

"Hey, Y/N! Wait up!" he called out, weaving through the crowd to catch up with her.

Y/N's heart ached at the sight of him, but she forced herself to stay strong. She quickened her pace, pretending not to hear him.

Seungmin finally caught up, his expression confused and hurt. "Y/N, what's going on? You've been avoiding me all week."

"I’ve been busy, Seungmin," she said curtly, not meeting his eyes.

"But—"

"Look, I don’t have time for this right now," she interrupted, her tone cold and dismissive. "I have to get to class."

Before he could say anything more, she walked away, leaving Seungmin standing in the hallway, looking bewildered and wounded.

The cafeteria was noisy with the chatter of students. Y/N sat with her friends, but her mind was elsewhere. She picked at her food, feeling a knot of guilt and sadness in her stomach. Across the room, she saw Seungmin sitting alone, staring at his lunch without much interest.

Her friend noticed her distraction. "Y/N, are you okay? You've been acting strange lately."

"I’m fine," she lied, forcing a smile. "Just a lot on my mind."

She couldn’t stop thinking about Seungmin. She missed his company, his jokes, and the way he always made her feel special. But Sumi’s threat loomed over her, and the fear of her parents finding out about Seungmin was too great.

The school day had ended, and students were heading home. Y/N walked quickly, hoping to avoid another confrontation. But just as she reached the gate, Seungmin appeared in front of her, blocking her path.

"Y/N, we need to talk," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

She sighed, looking away. "Seungmin, I told you, I’m busy."

"No, this isn’t about being busy. You’ve been avoiding me, and I want to know why."

Tears pricked at Y/N’s eyes. She couldn’t keep lying to him, but she also couldn’t risk Sumi’s threat. "It’s complicated," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Seungmin reached out, touching her arm softly. "Please, just talk to me."

Before she could respond, a voice interrupted them. "Y/N, there you are!" It was Sumi, her smile saccharine sweet but her eyes filled with malice.

Y/N stiffened, pulling away from Seungmin. "I have to go."

Sumi's smile widened as she linked arms with Seungmin. "Come on, Seungmin. We’ve got plans, remember?"

Seungmin looked back at Y/N, his eyes pleading for an explanation. But she couldn’t give him one. With a final, sorrowful glance, Y/N turned and walked away, the weight of her decision pressing heavily on her heart.

Since that encounter, Y/N had been giving Seungmin the cold shoulder. She avoided his gaze, ignored his texts, and made sure to be busy whenever he tried to approach her. Today was no different. As she walked to her first class, she spotted Seungmin coming her way, his face lighting up when he saw her.

"Hey, Y/N! Wait up!" he called out, weaving through the crowd to catch up with her.

Y/N's heart ached at the sight of him, but she forced herself to stay strong. She quickened her pace, pretending not to hear him.

Seungmin finally caught up, his expression confused and hurt. "Y/N, what's going on? You've been avoiding me all week."

"I’ve been busy, Seungmin," she said curtly, not meeting his eyes.

"But—"

"Look, I don’t have time for this right now," she interrupted, her tone cold and dismissive. "I have to get to class."

Before he could say anything more, she walked away, leaving Seungmin standing in the hallway, looking bewildered and wounded.

Scene: Cafeteria, Lunchtime

The cafeteria was noisy with the chatter of students. Y/N sat with her friends, but her mind was elsewhere. She picked at her food, feeling a knot of guilt and sadness in her stomach. Across the room, she saw Seungmin sitting alone, staring at his lunch without much interest.

Her friend noticed her distraction. "Y/N, are you okay? You've been acting strange lately."

"I’m fine," she lied, forcing a smile. "Just a lot on my mind."

She couldn’t stop thinking about Seungmin. She missed his company, his jokes, and the way he always made her feel special. But Sumi’s threat loomed over her, and the fear of her parents finding out about Seungmin was too great.

The school day had ended, and students were heading home. Y/N walked quickly, hoping to avoid another confrontation. But just as she reached the gate, Seungmin appeared in front of her, blocking her path.

"Y/N, we need to talk," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

She sighed, looking away. "Seungmin, I told you, I’m busy."

"No, this isn’t about being busy. You’ve been avoiding me, and I want to know why."

Tears pricked at Y/N’s eyes. She couldn’t keep lying to him, but she also couldn’t risk Sumi’s threat. "It’s complicated," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Seungmin reached out, touching her arm softly. "Please, just talk to me."

Before she could respond, a voice interrupted them. "Y/N, there you are!" It was Sumi, her smile saccharine sweet but her eyes filled with malice.

Y/N stiffened, pulling away from Seungmin. "I have to go."

Sumi's smile widened as she linked arms with Seungmin. "Come on, Seungmin. We’ve got plans, remember?"

Seungmin looked back at Y/N, his eyes pleading for an explanation. But she couldn’t give him one. With a final, sorrowful glance, Y/N turned and walked away, the weight of her decision pressing heavily on her heart.

The school week dragged on, and Y/N found herself increasingly isolated. Sumi's threat hung over her like a dark cloud, and she knew she had to make Seungmin hate her to keep him away. The transformation began slowly, each interaction more painful than the last.

Y/N walked by Seungmin's locker with her friends, laughing loudly at something one of them said. As they passed, she "accidentally" knocked his books out of his hands.

"Oops," she said, not bothering to hide her smirk. "Maybe you should watch where you're going."

Seungmin looked up, hurt and confusion mingling in his eyes. "Y/N, why are you doing this?"

She rolled her eyes. "Stop being so dramatic, Seungmin. It’s not a big deal."

In class, the tension between them grew. Y/N started making snide comments whenever Seungmin participated, undermining him at every turn.

"Wow, Seungmin, do you really think that's the right answer?" she sneered during a group discussion, making the other students snicker.

Seungmin's face flushed with embarrassment, but he didn’t respond, just stared at his desk, avoiding her gaze.

By the end of the week, the rift between them had grown into a chasm. Y/N's heart ached with every cruel word she spoke, but she forced herself to continue. It was the only way to protect him from Sumi’s wrath and her parents' potential reaction.

Seungmin approached her one last time, desperation in his eyes. "Y/N, please, tell me what's going on. This isn't like you."

She steeled herself, putting on her coldest expression. "Get it through your head, Seungmin. I don’t want to be friends with you anymore. You're just... in the way."

He recoiled as if she'd slapped him, his face a mask of pain and betrayal. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving Y/N standing alone, tears streaming down her face as she realized the extent of the damage she'd done.

The next month saw Y/N fully embracing the role of a bully, not just to Seungmin, but to others as well. She became more aggressive, her actions more deliberate.

She tripped Seungmin in the hallway, sending his books and papers flying. "Watch your step," she said with a cruel laugh as he picked himself up, glaring at her.

In the cafeteria, she purposely knocked over his tray, the contents spilling across the floor. "Oops. Clumsy me," she said, smirking as he knelt to clean up the mess, his face red with anger and humiliation.

Her friends followed her lead, laughing at her antics and joining in. The school began to see Y/N as someone to be feared, not someone to befriend.

Y/N sat alone on a bench, watching as Seungmin walked away with Sumi and a group of her friends. The sight of him with Sumi still made her heart ache, but she had to remind herself why she was doing this. She had to protect him, even if it meant becoming someone she despised.

As the sun set, casting long shadows across the courtyard, Y/N realized that in trying to protect Seungmin, she had lost herself. She had become the very thing she had always feared and hated, all in the name of a twisted form of love.

But deep down, she knew it was too late to turn back. The damage was done, and Seungmin hated her now, just as she had intended. All she could do was hope that one day he would understand why she had done it, even if it meant sacrificing their friendship forever.

The party grew increasingly lively as midnight approached. The dance floor reverberated with thumping music, and bodies swayed in rhythm to the beat. Meanwhile, in a quieter corner of the room, Y/N perched on a couch next to the window. From her vantage point, she could watch the moonlight cascade over the road outside and catch snippets of the boisterous sounds emanating from the street.

Suddenly, a surge of warmth coursed through Y/N as her attention was drawn to something on her phone. Meanwhile, nearby, Bambam and Yumi shared mischievous glances and laughter, their tempting closeness captivating the attention of onlookers. Amidst the hubbub, someone's exclamation drew a collective gaze towards the door.

"It's Kim Seungmin!" another voice called out, prompting a chorus of surprise and admiration. Y/N was so engrossed in her phone that she didn't realize the attention focused on her until the murmurs and giggles began to amplify around her.

Seungmin's stylishly coiffed hair and immaculate attire commanded attention as he entered the room. His light grey shirt perfectly complemented the sleek black slacks, and his overall presence effortlessly captivated the surrounding crowd.tood tall and confident looking around the room he was standing near the bar area.

he ordered a whiskey for himself and the girls hovered around him .

y/n bit her bottom lip as he sipped on his drink as the music got louder making her sway side to side.

y/n observed him he looked different he sounded confident and  sexy.

she wanted to know how it would be like being in his arms.

Seung-min noticed a group of girls staring at him, and he waved his hand in front of one of their faces to capture her attention. Meanwhile, Y/N felt a surge of jealousy as she watched Sumi wrap her arms around Seungmin. She wanted to pull Sumi away and confront her. As Sumi kissed Seungmin passionately, Y/N's anger intensified, and she could feel her cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

After Sumi let go, Seungmin turned to Y/N, who was avoiding eye contact with her flushed face. Concerned, he asked her what was wrong, noticing her angry and embarrassed expression. Y/N initially shrugged off his concern, but when Seungmin commented on her strange behavior, she impulsively lashed out at him, accusing him of acting differently. To her surprise, Seungmin responded by asserting that she was the one who had changed. 

Their conversation escalated into a heated exchange as Y/N expressed her frustration with his behavior.Seung-min noticed a group of girls staring at him, and he waved his hand in front of one of their faces to capture her attention. Meanwhile, Y/N felt a surge of jealousy as she watched Sumi wrap her arms around Seungmin. She wanted to pull Sumi away and confront her. As Sumi kissed Seungmin passionately, Y/N's anger intensified, and she could feel her cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

After Sumi let go, Seungmin turned to Y/N, who was avoiding eye contact with her flushed face. Concerned, he asked her what was wrong, noticing her angry and embarrassed expression. Y/N initially shrugged off his concern, but when Seungmin commented on her strange behavior, she impulsively lashed out at him, accusing him of acting differently. To her surprise, Seungmin responded by asserting that she was the one who had changed. Their conversation escalated into a heated exchange as Y/N expressed her frustration with his behavior.

"look y/n please I dont want to fight right now okay?" he said and cupped her cheeks gently and leaning in.

"are you gonna stare or kiss me now!"  she exclaimed annoyedly.

seungmin felt his cheeks being flustered "why would I kiss you?" 

she rolled her eyes "because I am waiting and if I wait any longer you are going to make me leave" she said crossing her arms.

"I....." the words could not come out of his mouth.

y/n pushed him against the wall  and began kissing him aggressively, pushing her tongue in his mouth while gripping his shirt roughly, trying to take control.

he didn't protest as he allowed himself to be engulfed by her intoxicating taste and feel her soft lips pressed against his and her hot touch touching him everywhere.

they made their way out of the party, walking through the dark streets, heading towards the mansion.

y/n pushed seungmin on the bed "I can't wait any long seungmin " 

she crawled on top of seungmin as her hands were busy unbuttoning his clothes.

seungmin watched her as she undressed him slowly, leaving the buttons on his shirt undone. 

he could feel his erection growing. she looked sexy.  

"Baby I missed your touch so much" y/n moaned as she took his hands and placed it on top of her breasts.

she grinded her hips against his and he felt his pants tighten and felt heat rush throughout his body.

Seung-min looked at her lustfully as she grinded her hips harder on his erection.

"Y/n please" he begged.

She gazed at him with an innocent and playful expression, continuing her actions that teased him to the brink of madness. "Please, y/n," he pleaded. Her hand went inside his boxers as she removed his briefs leaving him naked, she licked her lips at the sight of him.

"y/n i can't do anything anymore" he tried stopping her but she ignored him.

she smirked seductively and kissed him deeply as he wrapped his hands around her neck bringing her closer to his hardening shaft.

"please y/n please you know you want to" he breathed out.

he could feel the vibrations from her laughter against his lips.

she pulled away and ran a hand through his hair "min baby will you let me do anything with you?" she asked as she removed her bra  and underwear.

he didn't reply and instead stared into her eyes lustfully.

she climbed off the bed and took his hands pulling him off of it "come here you stupid boy" she whispered in his ear making shivers go down his spine.

she brought him over to her vanity chair that was facing her mirror "fuck me as I see myself in the mirror"  she commanded  

seungmin nodded and laid down on the chair straddling her legs  and placing his cock at her opening.

"you are so big and heavy baby let me take care of you" she cooed and rubbed her hands along his  length, making him buck his hips forward in approval.

she placed her hands on the sides of his face and kissed his cheek lovingly "you like that don't you baby" she said inching his cock into her wet entrance.

she slid her hands down his chest rubbing herself on his hardened shaft .

"ahhhhh fuck baby just like that please oh god yes "

seungmin began thrusting deeper inside her as her moans filled the air around them as she closed her eyes and gripped onto his shoulders, trying to hold her ground.

she grabbed his wrist with both her hands as he entered deep inside her.

"so tight baby! so fucking tight!"

 he screamed in pleasure, his hands tightening on her hips as he began pumping his hard member inside her repeatedly.

y/n arched her back as she felt herself reaching her peak, the pressure in her core building up.

"fuuuuckkk" she yelled out loud as she exploded in the warm liquid 

between their stomachs, her whole body trembled slightly.

seungmin kept pumping himself inside her as she was in ecstasy, sweat dripped down his forehead, he pulled away and collapsed on the chair with a huge smile on his face.

"mmh nerdy boy it's not enough" she said as and pulled him on her bed.

"what? do you mean?" seungmin  responded as he sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

"let me ride you"  she said as she started grinding slowly on him.

as she leaned down to kiss his neck, he let out a small moan.

"fuck y/n you drive me crazy" he groaned.

she stopped moving and gazed at seungmin, a smirk plastered on her face

"are you ready for your last punishment?" she whispered in his ear.

seungmin nodded his head eagerly, as she brought a belt and tired his wrists.

"baby please hurry up" he whimpered.

"seungmin I hated seeing you with that damn sumi" y/n whispered as she inserted herself  in his hole,  her movements slow and steady.

he gasped loudly at the new feeling that was sent all the way down to his core "oh god"

y/n positioned herself and started slamming into him rapidly, making him moan in pain.

she leaned down to his ear and licked his ear lobe.

"seungmin...i love you..." she panted.

she increased her pace even more slamming herself into him with as much force as she could muster.

he reached his climax as tears streamed down his face.

"ahh y/n! ahhhh!!". he moaned loudly.

y/n continued pounding herself into him, her breaths getting heavier.

it felt like everything was slowing down, it almost seemed like time stood still for her.

she could tell that seungmin was close too judging by the fact that he was clenching tightly on her waist as he let out a loud scream.

his whole body shook violently as he came inside her. they panted heavily, completely exhausted and sweaty.

after few minutes of silence, seungmin suddenly turned his head to her and kissed her passionately, holding her tightly against him.

y/n smiled at him and nuzzled her head on his chest as seungmin placed kisses all over her face.

"you're so adorable sometimes"he said and kissed her again.

"stop it" she laughed and pushed him away lightly.

"did you mean it? when you said you love me?" seungmin asked 

 her curiously.

y/n blushed a little "yes i meant it".

"good" seungmin smiled sweetly at her  "i love you too".

seungmin looked at her in awe and placed her underneath him climbing on top of her he stared at her intensely.

y/n held his head "why are you staring at me like that?"

he caressed her cheek lightly and connected his lips to hers tenderly 

kissing her softly.

"i love you y/n" he whispered against her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling his lips further towards her.

he slowly entered her  again and again and she moaned softly, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist.

the moment she felt her walls clamp down around him once again, he began moving in and out of her rhythm, making her clench her thighs even 

tighter around him.

"yes baby you feel good around me" she muttered moaning.

she felt his grip tighten around her waist and he bit her lip harshly causing her to moan louder.

he released his mouth from her skin and moved lower kissing her chest before looking up at her  with lustful eyes, wanting more, but was stopped when he noticed a tear roll down her cheek. he wiped it gently.

"y/n, why are crying?"

"you feel so good right now"  she sobbed "You feel so right" She buried her face in his shoulder wrapped her arms around his torso and pressed her body against him.

Seung-min thrusted harder hitting her perfect spot, and she tightened around him.

"That's it y/n I'm gonna cum" he cried.

he lifted himself and pulled her tightly against him, holding onto her body and burying his head in her neck as he shot his load inside her womb.

"would you like to go on a date with me?" Seung-min asked as he snuggled to her.

"I thought you were never gonna ask me that"  y/n teased him.

Seungmin hesitated for a moment and then spoke softly, "I know we haven't been together for long, but I really like you, Y/N, and I want us to be together."

Y/N responded with a smile, "I'll think about it."

As sunlight bathed his handsome face, Seungmin couldn't help but admire the way Y/N's smile lit up her entire face. To him, she was a vision of beauty, and he cherished every single moment spent with her.

[couldsewyouastitchandsavenine]

All The Kings [Joel Miller] 01

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

a/n: my first Joel Miller fic. It was never my intention to write it, but the other day, I just sat down and started writing, and voila, this came out. this is also the first part of two. please, read and enjoy, and feedback is very welcome in every shape and form. cheers! the title and inspiration for the story comes from one of my favorite songs All The Kings by Editors. big thanks to @avastrasposts for inspiring me to post this.

wordcount: 4.5K

warnings: as it is mainly angst, there are some hints about readers mental health, memory repression, mentions of loneliness, death in family and isolation.

You don’t really remember much from those other, happier times, when the world around you was alive, vibrant and overflowing with promises that no longer were. The memories of those days have faded, turnimg into mere echoes, like bits and pieces of a dream slipping through your fingers upon waking up, leaving you lost in a sea of confusion. 

Yet, sometimes—if you focus hard enough, that is—some of the fragments of memories flutter back to life. 

Rays of sunlight filtering through the branches and casting patterns on the sidewalk in front of your family home. Fleeting images of friends laughing. Sneaking out through the window. Scraped knees. Trampled grass. Silly crushes, and kisses stolen when no one was watching. First taste of alcohol. 

There were family gatherings and family trips, soda cans, plastic bags and coffee cups, brimming and steaming. 

There was a smell of bread fresh from the oven, burnt mouths, brain-freezes and ice cream melting between your fingers—an universe that was stitched in a mosaic of flower-adorned dresses and white, scuffed sneakers. 

There was the warmth of your mother’s embrace, your brother’s beaten-up car, and his mock impatience as he waited to give you a lift to school.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, and with your eyes still shut tight, you let your head fall forward, resting heavily on the unsteady surface of your old dining table. 

You didn’t like to think about those other, happier times, because going back meant more than reminiscing. It meant yearning. Wishing that things were different. Same as they used to be. It meant longing for a life when everything felt right. Life that was so unlike the one you lived now. 

Most of the time, you simply locked those thoughts away in your chest with a key you pretend to have lost, burying it deep within, hoping perhaps that out of sight would also mean out of mind. 

It rarely did, though—

A brisk rap at the door shattered the silence, echoing briefly before fading as swiftly as the curse you muttered under your breath. You straightened up, surprise and curiosity melding together and knitting your brows as you paused — a moment of hesitation visible in the slight scrunch of your nose.

For a brief second, you remained still, caught in the unexpected interruption. Then, with a fluid motion born of a mix of alarm and intrigue, you rose to your feet. The floorboards groaned, protesting the sudden movement as you navigated toward the door — confusion clouded your thoughts about who it might be.

Guests had become a rarity these days, becoming just an echo of a time when the outside world hadn't yet forgotten the path to your doorstep.

Oh.

Your reaction, a mix of surprise and inquiry, hung in the air as you faced the unexpected visitor—a man whose presence seemed almost surreal against the backdrop of your isolated existence. As he took a hesitant step up to your porch, your gaze involuntarily dropped to the frayed doormat beneath your feet.

The irony of having a doormat in the first place was laughable, considering everything. But once one’s life gets stripped bare of comfort, every sad attempt at homeliness makes a difference. 

“Hi!” Tommy started, his voice threaded with a note of uncertainty as he absentmindedly fiddled with his moustache. His other hand was buried in the pocket of his sherpa jacket, seemingly searching for the right words.

You observed him for a brief moment — the silence weaving its weight around you both.

Tommy Miller was a known figure in town, yet not someone you knew intimately. An influential presence, always at the forefront of community meetings and patrols — his voice resonating with a confidence that had long since ebbed from your own life.

“Can I help you with something?" your question finally broke through, tinged with doubt.

Tommy nodded, his gaze briefly shifting away before locking back onto yours. 

“Yes,” he began, pausing as if to collect his thoughts. Then, with a half-smile that wove together threads of embarrassment and sincerity, he dove straight into his request. “I was hoping you’d consider cooking for a small get-together we’re having.” He cleared his throat awkwardly, adding, “Maria’s hands are full with the baby, and she didn’t want to cancel the plans. We both remembered how amazing that meatloaf you made for the town meeting was, back when you first moved here.”

His words, earnest and slightly rushed, seemed to hang in the air between you, taking you aback. As you stood there, blinking in surprise, memories of that time—a chapter from what now felt like another life—began to resurface.

Jackson was supposed to be a beacon of hope, a place to start anew, filled with the promise of stability after a life spent drifting. It was supposed to be your slice of normalcy, a dare to dream of piecing together a life from the remnants of what once was. 

However, dreams—and people—are fragile, easily shattered in a world that often leaves very little room for them. 

That’s why you had found it so hard to try and fit into the Jackson community — a place so different from any you’d known before. And despite throwing yourself wholeheartedly into trying to meld with the locals, the sense of belonging you so deeply had craved had remained perpetually beyond your grasp.

Polite smiles and courteous small talk had come in abundance, but the deeper, more genuine relationships—the feeling of truly being part of something—always slipped through your fingers. And as friendships and social circles solidified without you, you found yourself on the periphery, like a shadow lingering just beyond the light, always observing but never participating.

So, eventually, you stopped trying, settling into a solitary existence that was often too heavy to carry, yet oddly comforting in its own way.

Tommy’s earnest appeal snapped you back to the moment. “It would mean a lot to us if you could help out. We can’t offer much, but you’re welcome to use whatever supplies we have.” 

As his words settled in the air, you paused, blinking away the remnants of a daydream before responding, “Sorry, but you want me to cook… for your gathering?” There was no sharpness in your voice, only a hint of bemusement mixed with a trace of optimism, long buried under layers of solitude. “I wasn’t sure anyone even remembered that I used to bring food.”

“I can’t speak for everyone, but I definitely haven’t forgotten,” Tommy said, his laughter tinged with a self-deprecating note, as if he were recalling culinary attempts that were perhaps better left in the past. “That meatloaf of yours—every time I try my hand at cooking, it comes to mind. And your carrot cake? I still can’t figure out how you—”

His rant was abruptly sliced by a sharp voice, one that hadn't been part of the conversation until now.

"—Tommy, you done yet?"

The sudden interruption made you realise Tommy hadn't come alone. Your gaze shifted, trailing past him to land on an imposing figure leaned against Tommy’s truck, parked against the curb. 

Arms crossed over a broad chest, stretching the fabric of his jacket, stood Joel Miller—another face you recognized but didn’t really know. A man as intimidating as he was enigmatic.

With a resigned sigh, Tommy glanced back, his voice carrying a mix of irritation and patience. "Just a minute, Joel!" he exclaimed, louder than before, before turning back to you with an apologetic smile. "Sorry 'bout that. You know how Joel can be," he said, his grin sheepish as he acknowledged Joel's stubbornness.

You responded with a shake of your head, your tone laced with a playful curiosity. "Can't say that I do, but I'll take your word for it." 

Your words seemed to ignite a spark of realisation in Tommy, his expression shifting as if a new awareness had dawned on him. He paused, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than expected, perhaps reconsidering the extent of your interactions with the townsfolk. And then, as if your exchange had unveiled something previously unseen, Tommy turned around to face his brother.

"Joel, get over here," he urged, his command softened by a newfound understanding. "Come say hello, don’t be rude." 

You smiled a small and tentative smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. It was a mask worn too often, a shield against the realization of your own isolation, now reflected in Tommy’s eyes.

Joel Miller’s approach was measured, his posture shifting from the one of guarded stance to a more relaxed one as his arms fell to his sides. Crossing the distance, he cut an imposing figure that effortlessly dominated the space around him with his mere presence. As he neared, you managed only to offer him a muted greeting — your eyes having difficulties to hold his gaze. 

Still, he responded with a nod that was brief and somewhat brusque, offering a slight hint of recognition but little in the way of warmth. Stopping just short of the porch stairs, he tucked his hands in the pockets of his jeans before looking around.

You observed, almost in spite of yourself, as Joel’s attention methodically surveyed your surroundings, taking in details: from the neighboring houses shadowed in the dimming light to the promise of growth in your greenhouse, where the early shoots of peppers and tomatoes promised a future harvest. His scrutiny paused there, a silent acknowledgment of the small life burgeoning under your care, before shifting to the pile of wood designated for chopping, a chore left in anticipation of winter's departure.

When his eyes met yours again, they were piercing, unsettling in their intensity, almost as if he could see through the facade everyone else seemed to accept. This moment of connection, fleeting as it was, coupled with the fact that Joel Miller was undeniably an attractive man, sent an involuntary shiver through you. 

Thus, you quickly looked away, striving for composure— Joel’s eyes still locked onto you.

"Seems a bit chilly out here for standin' around, don't it? She’s probably cold, Tommy.” Joel's voice cut through the quiet, his statement more an observation than a question.

"Just a bit," you answered, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself in a vain attempt to ward off the cold. “But it’s alright,” you quickly added, offering a dismissive half-smile to downplay your discomfort.

Joel then turned his attention to Tommy, his tone suggesting a mild impatience. “Think it’s about time you wrapped this up?” 

Tommy seemed caught off guard, his gaze flitting from Joel to you, as if weighing his next move. “I ain’t quite done here, Joel,” he responded after a brief pause, his attention momentarily shifting to a folded piece of paper he pulled from his jacket, scanning what appeared to be a list or some hastily jotted notes.

The air was growing heavier with silence; the kind that filled the gaps of unfinished conversation, and before you could stop yourself or second-guess your decisions, you ventured, “Why don’t you come in for a bit then? It’s warmer inside.”

Tommy seemed to be very eager to agree — his legs already moving forward in agreement, but Joel paused, a clear reluctance written across his features. He then opened his mouth, perhaps to voice his objections, but the look Tommy gave him—a mix of brotherly insistence and mild warning—cut him off. 

Despite his imposing stature, Joel navigated the threshold with a grace that seemed at odds with his size, deftly avoiding the door frame with a practiced ease.His shoulders came perilously close to the frame, yet he avoided it without seeming to try. There was a deliberate, almost respectful manner in the way he occupied the space, a silent recognition of his own bulk in the small, crammed interior.

Feeling a need to anchor yourself in the sudden closeness of the room, you rolled your shoulders, gently closing the door behind them. With a gesture towards the kitchen table, you offered a wordless invitation for them to sit, and Tommy, with a nod of thanks, took the seat you’d vacated as you pulled a chair next to him.

Joel, however, hesitated. Stood there for a moment, taking in the room with a thoughtful look, as if assessing its every corner and crevice. “I reckon I’ll stand, if you don’t mind,” he voiced when you shot him with a questioning look, his tone carrying a tone of politeness. “Don’t feel right settlin’ in when we won’t be staying long.” 

The moment he declined your offer to sit, Joel's attention wandered through the room — his focus soon zeroing in on a kitchen cabinet, its door slightly askew, betraying a battle with gravity and time. With a careful approach, he scrutinized the misaligned hinge, his touch deliberate yet tender, as if to reassure the inanimate object of his intention to do no further damage. 

Amidst this, you found yourself caught between two points of focus. Next to you, Tommy was speaking while going over the list, scribbled on sepia-toned paper, yet you couldn’t help but be drawn to Joel. His interaction with your lived-in kitchen space added a layer of warmth to its familiarity, making the room feel even more enclosed, more personal. 

Tommy, catching the shift in your attention, sighed—a sound tinged with resignation—and resettled in his seat, the wooden frame protesting with a creak.

"Joel, with your knee acting up, maybe you could lend a hand with these hinges instead of walking the beat?" Tommy suddenly suggested, glancing between you and Joel, a half-smile forming. “Seems like a fair exchange for a good meal, don’t you think?”

Your reaction was instinctive, fueled by a blend of pride and a deeply ingrained sense of independence. "Oh, that's not necessary at all," you found yourself saying quickly, the words laced with the kind of stubborn reluctance born from a long-held reluctance to depend on others.

Joel, a man whose economy of words often spoke volumes, didn't pause in his inspection of the cabinet. "I suppose I could swing by next week,” he responded gruffly. He didn't frame it as a question, but rather as a quiet declaration of intent, a commitment made without waiting for your consent. Turning to look back at you, his brown eyes searched for yours. "If you're up for it, that is."

You didn’t reply, just nodded, your gaze drifting back to the paper.

—

In the days after Joel and Tommy Miller's visit, time seemed to meld together, distinguishable only by the gentle shift from dawn to dusk and the routine movement of a red plastic marker across the grid of your wall calendar.

However, despite the blur of days, you found a way to push through, each task serving as a mere interlude to the anticipation of the weekend. And while Saturday had nothing particularly exciting to it, it was usually a day when you ventured out into town for supplies, this time not only for your own needs but also for Tommy’s get-together. 

Navigating the last icy patches on the sidewalks with a practiced ease, you turned onto your street where the familiar sight of Mrs. Clarke leaning against the fence her husband was mending greeted you. None of them was someone you interacted with, but you still offered a quick nod and a half-hearted smile, which Mr. Clarke returned with a courteous nod of his own, while Mrs. Clarke's eyes narrowed slightly in your direction as if you were a stranger. Which, in all fairness, you still were.

With your focus fixed ahead and the weight of the grocery bags shifting on your shoulder, you pressed on—only to come to an abrupt halt at the unexpected sight of Joel Miller in front of your home. Busy with an axe, he was rhythmically cutting the firewood you diligently ignored — the sizable, well-organized pile beside him signalling that he had been at it for quite some time before you arrived.

"Joel?" you called out, your voice a mixture of surprise and a faint nervousness. "Wasn't expecting you today."

Or at all, to be entirely honest.

He stopped his work, placing the axe against the ground as he turned to you. There was a moment of awkwardness flickering in his posture at your evident surprise, but he covered it up with a clear of his throat. 

"Yeah, well, was just passin' through," he replied, his voice a deep, familiar rumble, softened slightly by that southern lilt that seemed to ease the harshness of his appearance. "Thought I'd check on those kitchen cabinets for you."

His offer, made a week ago, had seemed inconsequential at the time. Yet, seeing him there, ready to help, only reinforced the idea that Joel was a man more of action than words.

Approaching him, the bags suddenly felt heavier, anchoring you to the ground. "You really didn't have to do this," you admitted, your voice revealing the turmoil within. "I had planned to deal with it later today, actually."

Joel leaned back against the axe handle, his gaze locking with yours. "Don't worry 'bout it," he offered. “Ain't no trouble at all, and I like stayin' busy. It’ll give you time to focus on other things."

You swallowed, momentarily at a loss for words, and it was only when Joel returned the axe to its resting place against the log pile and straightened up that you blinked back to reality, motioning for him to follow you. As he ascended the few steps to your porch and trailed after you inside, his shadow stretched over you, and for a second you found yourself wondering about just how tall and broad was he, really?

Once inside, you went straight to the kitchen table, setting the bags atop of it—eyes widening at the sight of a mess of blankets, pillows, and clutter around the room that had accumulated over the few days — an inevitable result of your habit of living most of your life in one room to conserve wood.

The panic rose inside of you, and you quickly moved in front of the small couch you called your bed, as if your frame itself would cover the chaos of your existence. 

Luckily, Joel didn’t seem to notice any of it. Or at least, he was gentleman enough to ignore it.

"Where do you need me to start?" He broke the silence easily as you nervously scratched your forehead before pointing to the cabinets hanging slightly askew, the wood swollen from years of neglect and moisture.

"Those have been giving me trouble the most. At some point I should probably tear everything down, but for now, it’s as good as it gets.”

Joel nodded, setting his tool bag down with a clunk, before beginning to inspect the cabinets — his fingers tracing along the wood, assessing each hinge and panel.

Folding your bedding, you walked to a small storage chest to Joel's left, setting it inside before closing it gently with a glance towards Joel.

"Would you like some coffee?" You asked, hoping to dispel the growing silence, but much to your disappointment, there was no answer.

Joel had already zeroed in on the cabinet, his focus entirely on the stubborn hinge.

Despite the lingering, unanswered offer and the faint echo of rejection, ringing inside your head, you went ahead with brewing the coffee, despite often preferring tea.

You didn’t dislike coffee, but you knew how scarce and difficult it was to source it.

Soon enough, the rich, comforting scent filled the kitchen, and without much effort, you poured the steaming dark brew into two mugs before walking over and quietly setting one of the mugs next to him. There was a second where you simply hovered around, like a fly on wall, observing as his gaze shifted with a momentary glance towards the warm beverage before his attention was pulled back to the cabinet. Though he didn’t say a word, the brief pause and a barely noticeable nod served as his silent gratitude.

Not wanting to dwell too much on his silence, you turned your attention to the groceries — the clicking of cans and jars, creating a rhythmic backdrop to the occasional squeak of hinges being expertly tended to.

Then, out of the blue, Joel’s gruff voice cut through the silence, causing you to startle slightly.

“So, what's it gonna be?” he asked, still not looking at you—face contorted in concentration as he tightened a screw with practiced precision.

“Huh?”

“Tommy’s and Maria’s party. What are you cookin’ up?” he clarified as he opened and closed the cabinet door, testing his work.

“Oh,” you breathed out, rolling your shoulders in a nervous gesture. “Supplies aren’t too plentiful, what with winter and all. I’m thinking a stew and nice bread would do,” you replied, then added with a hint of uncertainty and a quick glance towards him. “Still not sure about the dessert though.”

For a moment or two, you hoped that he would say something, give his input, but when he didn’t, you nodded to yourself, finding a loose piece of yarn on your pullover before wrapping it around your index finger.

Joel worked for another few minutes before straightening up and stepping back to inspect his handwork, wiping his hands on his jeans — a look of satisfaction briefly crossing his features.

Clearing your throat, you decided to break the silence, yet again, “Looks like you´ve fixed it. Thank you.”

“No problem at all,” he replied smoothly. “Just need a bit of tweakin’, is all.”

Before you could stop yourself, you spoke again. “Care for a refill?” you asked, lifting the pot with a somewhat trembling hand, not expecting to see Joel nod. Filling up his mug, you hesitated for a moment before speaking again, “Perhaps you’d like to sit down for a bit?”

Joel’s silent agreement and decision to sit down took you by surprise. His long legs stretched out slightly, relaxed in their posture as he got comfortable. You, on the other hand, was all but relaxed—posture ever so rigid, cradling your coffee mug on your lap so tight that you thought you’d break it.

An awkward silence filled the space between you as you scolded yourself mentally. You had invited him to sit, yet now, faced with his quiet presence, you were at a loss for words.

The quiet stretched to the point that it felt like it was the third person, sitting between you, until Joel shooed it away with a question, “You live alone?”

His gaze was steady as he watched you over the rim of his mug, taking a sip.

“Yeah,” you replied, feeling slightly exposed under his straightforward question.

“Any family?” he prodded gently.

You hesitated, feeling the bitterness lace your tongue before the words even left your mouth. “Had a mother and an older brother. They both passed away, ten years ago.”

“I’m sorry, darlin’,” he responded, his voice softening, infused with empathy.

It wasn’t solely the memory of your family that stirred emotions within you, but also the unexpected warmth in his words. Attempting to stifle this feeling, you shrugged, uncertain how to accept his condolences or the surprising familiarity of his tone.

So, you kept sipping your coffee, your mind struggling to find the right words, but only for a while because Joel suddenly continued.

“Life's been full of tough turns. Lost my folks young, too, around the time everything changed… you know, with the outbreak and all.” As he spoke, his gaze seemed to drift to a place far away, and you suddenly remembered the fleeting stories you’ve heard in passing, some weeks after Joel made his appearance in Jackson.

“At least we’re here and still alive.”

Joel hummed in agreement. “And what did you say, how long have you been in Jackson?”

The question hung in the air as you looked at him, both of you aware that you hadn’t mentioned it before, but his curiosity seemed genuine. So, with a glance at the calendar next to the door, you did a quick mental maths. “It was four years last week,” you responded.

“Four years?” Joel echoed, his voice tinged with a hint of disbelief. “Somehow, I don’t remember seeing you around much before.”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t remember seeing me either, so it's okay," you replied—lips curling into a faint smile before continuing, “I tend to keep to myself,” you admitted quietly, not quite ready to venture into the reasons behind that decision.

Joel nodded slowly. “Guess that makes two of us then,” he said with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was aware of how handsome he was when he was smiling.

His appearance, much like his demeanor, was rugged and weathered but there was a certain kind of comfort in it. His eyes, a soft brown, held a depth that suggested that he was someone who had seen much and lost more.

Startled and ever so ashamed by your own wandering thoughts, you looked away as you placed your mug on the table, instead reaching for a torn kitchen towel before proceeding to fold it in your lap.

And it was only when you felt a weight in the air shift subtly that you looked up only to find his eyes on you.

He was observing you—gaze intense and searching, as if trying to read you, and you couldn’t help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over you.

The intensity of his gaze was unnerving, yet there was gentleness there; a quiet understanding that seemed to reach out to you. His broad shoulders, the result of years of physical labor and survival only added to his imposing presence.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze, you shifted in your seat — the kitchen towel in your hands now a convenient excuse to look away.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, betraying the unease his attention had sparked in you.

“No, nothin’s wrong,” he answered in a reassuring tone — the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly, softening his rugged features. “Just thinkin’, is all.”

The nervousness that was building up on the inside, suddenly resurfaced, pushing you to your feet in an abrupt, restless motion that seemed to bring Joel back from his thoughts—his eyes tracking your movements as you began to fuss over a spotless table with your kitchen towel.

Without much ado, he also rose from his chair—the action effortless despite his solid build that quickly filled the small kitchen. “Well, I think I should be headin’ off,” he said in a low, even tone.

You nodded briskly, following after him as he made his way to the door — the floorboards creaking under your steps.

"Thanks again, for the wood chopping and fixing the cabinet," you said, once Joel stepped out on the dimly lit porch.

He gave you a nonchalant wave, dismissing the thanks with an ease. "It was nothin'," he assured you. Then, after a short pause, he added, "Might want to keep warm inside. Nights are still cold."

His concern, lightly voiced but sincere, brought a small, involuntary smile to your face. You nodded, feeling a warmth that had little to do with the temperature. "Will do. Take care, Joel.".

He acknowledged your words with a quiet nod and turned away, disappearing into the evening shadows. You lingered for a moment, watching his retreating figure before stepping back into the warmth of your home, closing the door gently behind you.

[mellyssageversee]

Eclipsed - Chapter 2

ZoLu/LuZo AU (Sun God Nika)

Summary: Sun God Nika is accused of a crime he did not commit. Nika goes into hiding to avoid being hunted by other Gods who wish to have him replaced. This inadvertently plunges the world into darkness, triggering an ice age. Only one human has faith that Nika will return the Sun.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Zoro released a content sigh, relishing the warmth that enveloped him as he lay on the familiar soil of Isshen Dojo’s garden. Basking in the sunlight, a smile graced the swordsman’s face. It had been so long that Zoro nearly forgot the sensation of the warm earth against his skin. Despite his closed eyes, Zoro sensed someone at his side.

“I knew I’d find you here…” Kuina’s teasing voice echoed above Zoro, prompting a subtle stir. “Come on, lazy bones. It’s time to wake up! Wake up!”

Zoro attempted to open his eyes, but found the task challenging. The warmth was too inviting, too comfortable.

“Wake up!”

Zoro furrowed his eyebrows. The voice had changed. That wasn’t Kuina’s voice…

“Do you usually sleep this loooong?!” The voice whined.

Zoro slowly blinked open his eyes. A blinding light from above cast a glare across his vision. He could barely make out a childishly wide grin that reminded him of his friend.

“Finally!” The unexpected stranger bounced up happily, his fists raised over his head victoriously, as if Zoro's awakening was a great feat. The stranger turned his attention back to Zoro, his wide smile never faltering. Zoro, feeling petrified in the spot he lay, noticed the stranger's bright, glowing red eyes and white hair that danced like fire. As his disoriented gaze wandered, he realized he was in a surprisingly warm cave, the surroundings unfamiliar and surreal to him.

“All I can say is: Wow! I’m surprised that there is a human that actually still likes me!” Nika’s beaming smile seemed to intensify his light. The sight of such genuine glee had become foreign to Zoro. To see another full of such joy made his heart involuntarily quicken. “So! Who do I have the honor of thanking for sticking up for me back there?”

Zoro sat up cautiously. His mind raced to catch up with what was happening. A God was there before him. Not just any God. Nika! The one who had been missing for months. The one with the power to return light to their dark world was sitting before him, tilting his head in an inquisitive manner. His red eyes bright with curiosity. For a moment, Zoro wondered if he was dead. How else could he explain this encounter? The last thing he remembered was falling into the snow. Did he freeze to death?! No, he’d know right away if he had died…

“You have a funny look on your face. Most of you mortals seem to get this way when meeting me.” Nika sat down and reached forward to pinch Zoro’s cheek, as if trying to encourage Zoro to change his expression. Zoro couldn’t help but notice how warm the God’s touch was. “You don’t have to get so serious! All I’m asking is for your name.”

Despite Nika’s encouraging words, Zoro still couldn’t help but be taken aback. Kuina was right when she said the God was unique. Nika didn’t hold himself above Zoro. He spoke to him as if he was an old friend. In fact, the God had almost a childish nature about him. The way he now positioned himself to sit with his legs crossed next to Zoro, the way his smile never faltered, the way those large eyes glistened with wonder.. Nika was unlike anyone he had ever met.

“Zoro..” Zoro finally found his voice to answer. Nika’s eyes shone happily at the reply, which caused Zoro’s stomach to twist into knots. Perhaps it was his gut telling him he needed to address Nika with more respect? “My name is Roronoa Zoro.. uh all great and powerful Sun God Nika.”

Nika immediately scrunched his face in distaste. Zoro didn’t blame him. It felt awkward to address the God in such a way.

“Gross.. no need to get all formal. I just wanted to know Zoro’s name.” Nika let go of Zoro’s cheek. The swordsman couldn’t help but frown at the loss of warmth upon his face.

“Well, I’ve never met a God before. I don’t know exactly how I’m supposed to address one!” Zoro replied with a bit more candor. The interaction was becoming more casual, and Zoro was starting to feel a bit more at ease in the presence of the unconventional Sun God.

“Nika is fine,” Nika said with a shrug, his attention turned to a hangnail on his thumb, which he began to pick at as he continued, “Unless we are around other humans. Then you can just call me Luffy.”

“Luffy?” Zoro asked aloud. Then another question popped into his mind. “What do you mean by me addressing you that way in front of other people?”

“Well, I can’t have you addressing me as ‘your royal sun god’ around others.” Nika explained rolling his eyes like it was obvious. He picked the hangnail free and promptly flicked it across the cave.

Zoro blinked in confusion.

“Okay, that title is nothing like what I said before. And I still don’t get what you mean about us talking in front of others.” Zoro said, a bit more heatedly this time. Zoro never liked dancing around a subject. He preferred straightforward answers.

“I mean when we're traveling together.” Nika frowned, appearing equally upset. As if his answers were the most obvious things in the world, and he didn’t like that Zoro couldn’t understand right away. “You already know that others don’t like me. How would they react if they saw me in person?”

“What do you mean when we travel together?!” Zoro’s voice grew louder as shock took hold of him.

“Geez… I thought Zoro would be a lot smarter since you know I didn’t harm that island.” Nika said with a pout. The God leaned back against the cavern wall with his arms crossed.

Nika’s offhanded comment surprised Zoro yet again. He had always known the God wasn’t responsible for what happened to Ohara, but hearing it out loud from the God himself filled Zoro with vindicating relief.

“You were right at the tavern. I'm set on bringing back the sun, but first, I've got to clear my name. And Zoro’s the one who's gonna be my partner in uncovering the truth.” Nika asserted confidently.

Zoro buried his face in his hands, grappling with the confusion stirred by Nika's vague answers. With an exasperated exhale, Zoro lifted his head, determination ablaze in his eyes, poised to extract some clarity from the enigmatic God.

“Alright, let’s say I’m on board with helping you-” Zoro began slowly.

“Which you definitely are!” Nika chimed in confidently.

“No interrupting.” Zoro scolded. He blushed when realizing he shouldn't be scolding a God but he found a certain comfort in their banter. He continued, “If we're traveling together, I need more information. So, let's start from the beginning. I know you didn’t destroy Ohara, but if you're innocent, then why did you vanish? Why did the Sun suddenly disappear?”

Nika's grin finally faded. A hint of sadness flashed across the God’s eyes.

“Humans aren't the only ones who think I messed up that island.” Nika shifted his gaze away, seemingly reluctant to make eye contact with Zoro while explaining. “Other Gods share the same idea, and they're demanding I be replaced.”

Zoro's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Gods can be replaced?” Zoro questioned, wondering why, if that were the case, the other deities hadn't taken action to end the world's darkness by replacing Nika during his absence. “How? Isn’t the whole point of being a God is that you were born with your gifts. Isn’t that what sets you apart from us humans?”

Nika’s demeanor shifted. A dark look flashed across his eyes when he answered.

“Being born with our gifts never stopped other Gods from wanting more power and finding ways to take it.” Nika’s reply was so dark, so ominous, it made Zoro shiver despite the warmth of the cave. Nika, as if sensing Zoro’s discomfort, immediately switched back to his wide maddening smile. “Anyways, they planned on executing me so someone else can take my place.”

“What?!” 

The swordsman couldn’t believe what he was hearing, nor could he understand how Nika could say something like it was an offhand comment.

Zoro's protective instincts kicked in, his hands involuntarily reaching out to grip Nika’s. Wide eyes turned toward Zoro, surprised by the swordsman's intense reaction. 

“How can they just decide that after all the good you've done?! Did they even try to find another culprit?!”

Nika's surprise transformed into gleeful excitement, his features lighting up with a wide grin.

"I knew I’d like you." Nika beamed, seemingly unfazed by the anger on Zoro's face. The God was clearly delighted by Zoro's immediate protective response, finding joy in the swordsman's fierce loyalty despite their recent acquaintance. "Nope, they didn't bother looking for another culprit. The evidence pointed to me. Only my brothers believe in my innocence."

Nika gave the swordsman’s hand a tender squeeze, his warm touch causing a subtle blush to spread across Zoro’s face. As they shared this moment, a lingering ache of sadness toward Nika’s situation settled within the swordsman, he sat there silently waiting for the God to continue unraveling the events that led to the Sun’s disappearance. 

Nika glanced upwards, seemingly envisioning the events that led to his current predicament.

“Many of the other Gods were divided on what to do with me. They fought a LOT! That’s when some Gods decided to take matters into their own hands. They chose to execute me themselves.” Nika explained.

“How is trying to take down another God not a crime?!” Zoro asked in disbelief.

Nika rolled his eyes, as if the answer was obvious. 

“If the God supposedly did something wrong against humanity, it only makes sense to get rid of them. Ohara housed the temple of the God of Wisdom. Destroying the island erased sacred knowledge, lost forever in both the Mortal and Celestial Realms.”

Zoro had always known Ohara as the home of brilliant minds, but the revelation that it held knowledge sacred to the Gods added another layer to the tragedy.

“What happened when they pursued you?” Zoro prodded Nika to share more.

“My brothers tried to shield me, but it got dangerous for them. I couldn’t let them risk their safety for me, so I decided to come to the Mortal Realm to investigate myself. If I can prove my innocence, maybe the other Gods won't chase me. But I've been here too long. Cut off from the Celestial Realm, I can't provide the Sun.” Nika explained with a hint of sadness.

A heavy weight settled onto Zoro's heart. The revelation of Nika’s situation hit him hard; people had assumed the God abandoned them, not realizing Nika was fighting to survive.

“You say you need my help, but what can I do?” Zoro asked uncertainly. “I know nothing of your world. How can I assist in proving your innocence when I don't even know what to look for?”

Nika offered Zoro a reassuring smile, acknowledging the swordsman's concern.

"Well, I need someone like Zoro by my side. You're strong, and you've got a good heart." Nika explained. "I'm not the best at dealing with humans, and you can help me navigate through this world. Besides, I trust Zoro."

Zoro shook his head and chuckled in disbelief as he processed Nika's words. The idea of the Sun God relying on him to navigate the complexities of human interaction was both amusing and somewhat ironic. Zoro, often reserved and straightforward, couldn't help but find it peculiar that Nika saw him as the go-to person for this task.

"Well, you better be prepared," Zoro remarked with a smirk. A rare smile crossed his lips, and he felt a flicker of warmth in his chest at accepting the Gods request. "Interacting with ‘humans’ isn't exactly my strong suit either, but I'll do my best to keep you out of trouble."

Nika’s eyes sparkled with excitement, the infectious energy of a carefree adventurer. The God abruptly rose to his feet, stretching his limbs like he was preparing for an exhilarating journey.

“Great! Let’s get going!” Nika beamed happily, exuding his infectious enthusiasm. The God already started walking towards the exit of the cave, but Zoro was quick to rush after Nika. The swordsman grabbed into a fistful of the God’s shirt.

“You can’t just go out looking like that.” Zoro scolded, his voice carrying a protective undertone. His expression turned more serious as he felt more duty bound to protect this whimsical being. “People are going to know you’re a God right away if you go out with flaming hair, and you’re not even dressed for winter weather.”

Nika looked down at himself in surprise, realizing Zoro was right.

“Oh yeah! I forgot about that.” Nika gently shook out of Zoro’s hold. Soon, he emitted a bright glow that filled the cave. When the light disappeared, Nika stood before him looking very familiar. Zoro immediately recognized this dark-haired, brown-eyed young man as the fidgeting patron from the tavern. Even in his human form, Nika’s eyes still radiated the same alluring warmth.

Zoro didn’t realize he was staring for so long until Nika's impatient fingers gently closed around his arm, an unexpected warmth seeped through his bones. Nika's touch was a magnetic force, tugging at Zoro's attention more than he cared to admit.

“Come on. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.” Nika insisted.

Zoro, unable to resist the pull Nika had on him, obediently followed. His stoic exterior hiding the subtle warmth swelling within. As they moved together, Zoro couldn’t help but notice the intertwining of their steps, creating a silent harmony between them.

“Where are we going?”

“Ohara!”

(Next Chapter)

[callmekenya]

As the sun dipped low over the Miami skyline, casting a warm, golden glow across the sandy beaches, Maddy Perez found herself in the midst of a surreal moment. She and her friends, courtesy of her generous boss Samantha, were enjoying an impromptu vacation in the vibrant city. Samantha, always one for extravagance, had spared no expense in ensuring they had the time of their lives.

Maddy, dressed in a flowing sundress that billowed in the gentle ocean breeze, couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility wash over her as she strolled along the water's edge. The sound of laughter and music filled the air, mingling with the rhythmic crash of the waves.

Lost in her thoughts, Maddy nearly collided with a stranger who was jogging along the beach. She stumbled slightly, only to be steadied by a strong hand reaching out to her.

"Sorry about that," the stranger said, his voice deep and smooth. "Didn't mean to startle you."

Maddy looked up to meet his gaze, and her breath caught in her throat. He was undeniably handsome, with dark hair tousled by the wind and eyes the color of the ocean at twilight.

"No harm done," she replied, offering him a smile that felt strangely shy. "I should have been paying more attention."

He returned her smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that made Maddy's heart skip a beat. "Well, in that case, can I make it up to you? Perhaps with dinner tonight?"

Maddy hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a flurry of questions. Who was this man? Why was he asking her out? But then she remembered Samantha's words about seizing the moment, and she found herself nodding before she could overthink it.

"I'd like that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Great," he said, a hint of excitement in his tone. "I'll pick you up at seven?"

Maddy nodded again, feeling a rush of anticipation coursing through her veins. As he jogged away, she couldn't help but wonder what the night would hold.

---

True to his word, Y/n arrived promptly at seven o'clock, his car gleaming in the fading sunlight. Maddy felt a flutter of nerves as she climbed into the passenger seat, the scent of his cologne enveloping her in a comforting embrace.

They drove in comfortable silence for a while, the city lights twinkling like stars against the night sky. Maddy stole glances at Y/n when she thought he wasn't looking, marveling at the easy confidence with which he navigated the bustling streets.

Finally, they arrived at a quaint little restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. Y/n held the door open for Maddy, and she couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through her chest at the gesture.

They were seated at a cozy table by the window, the soft glow of candlelight casting a romantic ambiance over the room. As they perused the menu, Maddy found herself drawn to Y/n's easy charm and infectious enthusiasm.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, ranging from lighthearted anecdotes to deeper discussions about life, love, and everything in between. Maddy found herself opening up to Y/n in a way she hadn't with anyone else, his attentive gaze making her feel seen and understood in a way that was both exhilarating and unnerving.

As the night wore on, their plates cleared away and their glasses refilled, Maddy realized with a start that she was falling for this enigmatic stranger. She tried to push the thought away, to tell herself that it was just a fleeting infatuation, but deep down, she knew that there was something special about Y/n.

As they lingered over dessert, their conversation turning to dreams and aspirations, Maddy couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within her. Maybe, just maybe, this chance encounter on a Miami beach was the beginning of something truly magical. And as she looked into Y/n's eyes, she knew that she was ready to take that leap of faith into the unknown.

[adamprrishcycle]

I wrote this and declan lynch is going through something I guess

The reflection showed a man, or what was left of him.

His eyes were hollowed out like a skull and his jaw was drawn and painful. His hair was dark and thick, though it had been pushed back so many times it lay flat. He was many miles from any shoreline yet grit and sand hung there and fell into his eyes.

When he blinked, he saw an ocean painted in metallics and he knew that if it were plunged into him, it would cut him open and spill his guts.

He blinked again, the feeling of sand behind his eyelids, scratching him, leaving his vision streaked and altered.

He turned his head and spat on the floor, the burning taste of his own bile in his mouth, so familiar now that it didn’t even make him nauseous, he just wanted it out. He stooped down, hands against asphalt to steady himself.

He felt like a ship unmoored and tossed upon roiling waves, his body swayed like it was being cast from side to side and when he vomited at last, the wetness of it on his hands reminded him of the sea and he curled his fingers into it.

At some point, he came back to himself and realised where he was and who he was and he climbed to his feet, staring at his hands in disgust, wiping them on his pants that he knew he’d have to wash later. He didn’t look back at his reflection in the gallery’s window, instead he looked about him to see if anyone had noticed him on hands and knees, vomiting in the street.

It was surreal, he could almost see the memory of himself there. He felt awash with terror but he kept his face neutral, his movements unhurried as he walked back to the car and climbed into the driver's seat.

He wanted to call someone.

When Declan was a child and he was sick, he would try his best to manage his symptoms, though he had a memory that was hazy like a dream of his father’s hand pressed to his forehead. It was late in the day and the sunlight filtering through the window was just as smudged and disorientating. Declan’s father was young and his hair was long as he sat beside Declan on the couch.

Declan was cold all over, sweat drying on him now, down his back, under his arms. His heart was thumping in his chest, persistent and impatient, reminding him that he was alive, that he was here, that he needed to pull himself together.

But he wanted to call someone.

Perhaps if he were a dreamer, he would fall head first into sleep and awake with something to ease his suffering. The thought had him scrunching his eyes closed against his own self-awareness. Even now, he couldn’t stop knowing things, he was aware of everything all the time and he thought that it might kill him.

Alone in the car, he acknowledged that it might kill him, that this wasn’t what he was built for, but it was what he was forced into and he might die, crouched on the floor in a pool of his own vomit, over and over again in every version of the story

[ohallthecrushes]

You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.

Soooo... There's a couple of twists in today's episode. I'm a sucker for some cliches as you'll see, but oh well.

Without further ado!

Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who's just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)

Now she's running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she'll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and...love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it's a love story, doesn't mean it ends well.

General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language... The whole pack. It's Criminal minds after all.

In this episode: She's almost finally where he wants her to be. But the rest of the way they have to go on foot. Holding hands.

Exhaustion crashed over Evelyn. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the endless stretch of road had pulled her into a sleep. In the soft light of the morning sun filtering through the trees, she looked almost ethereal, her features delicate and serene in sleep. He had been watching her for a moment, before finally rousing her from her slumber.

When she finally stirred, disoriented, it was to the sight of Elias leaning close, his face inches from hers, squeezing her arm gently.

"Wake up, Snow White," he murmured as he watched her with an intense look.

"Where are we?" she mumbled as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, ignoring his stare.

Instead of answering, he leaned back, his gaze sweeping over the scene before them. They were no longer on the open road. The car was parked at the end of a narrow, dirt path that disappeared into the a deep forest. Sunlight dappled through the trees, casting long shadows. The air smelled like a damp earth and decaying leaves.

Her stomach tightened with unease. A deep forest, miles from civilization, with a dangerous man for company. What had she been thinking, getting into this car?

He seemed to sense her hesitation, her reluctance to venture into the unknown, but he didn't care. He left the car, walked over and reached into the trunk, retrieving a large duffel bag. When she got out as well, he looked at her. "The rest of the way is on foot." he announced, slinging the bag over his shoulder.

"Foot?" Her voice rose an octave. "Why? Where are we even going?"

This was madness. Why, why had she agreed to any of this?

He didn't answer. Instead, he did something unexpectable. He walked over to her and took her hand in his in a firm grip.

Before she could protest, he started walking, pulling her along the forest path. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, leaving no room for argument.

"Don't worry, Snow White," he said, his voice a low murmur close to her ear. "You're in my hands now. And trust me, this is exactly where you need to be."

She gritted her teeth, glaring at him. She saw a tiny smirk playing on his lips. How could he take her hand into his as boldly and casually? The audacity of him!

Having her hand inside his, she couldn't shake the strange feeling of intimacy that washed over her. It was unexpected, surreal, and completely absurd given their situation. They were nothing like a couple going for a romantic hike, and yet here they were, hand in hand, walking through the forest as if they were. She felt heat rushed to her cheeks, and she quickly turned her head away so he didn't notice.

She realized that underneath her anger she started to feel something else – a thrill of the unknown, a morbid curiosity and something stupid like... affection. Elias was strong, dominant, and undeniably charming. The way he carried himself, the sharp intelligence in his eyes, the aura of danger that clung to him like a second skin... she couldn't help but feel a pull towards him, despite everything. Damn it. That was the last thing she needed right now.

He glanced at her and noticed her rosy cheeks. He smirked knowing that he was getting under her skin, stirring up emotions she didn't even know she had.

The path stretched before them, leading deeper into the woods. Clearing her throat, she mustered up the courage to speak. "Could you... uh, let go of my hand?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky.

He raised an eyebrow. "And risk you running away when we're so close to my cabin?" he teased. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Snow White."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to run away," she insisted, though she couldn't quite muster up the conviction in her voice.

"Sure you're not." He said, his grip on her hand tightening ever so slightly, a physical reminder that he was the one in control. "But just to be safe, how about I handcuff you to me instead?"

She scoffed, of course he'd go there. "As if I'd let you do that."

He chuckled in response. "Who said anything about letting you have a choice?"

Her gaze darted sideways. The amusement he seemed to derive from her discomfort was infuriating. She sighed. "Just keep walking."

So they walked... towards the secret cabin that Elias had mentioned. He couldn't help but glanced at Evelyn. He had always prided himself on being in control, on holding all the cards. It was no different with her. But now, a new element had been added to their dynamic - the touch of her hand clasped in his.

It was a simple act, a hand in hand, yet he felt a disorienting flutter in his gut. Excitement, yes, the thrill of being in control, the unpredictable nature of their situation. But there was something about her that intrigued him. From the moment he had seen her sleeping in the car, the delicate rise and fall of her chest, the vulnerability showed on her features, he'd wanted to reach out then and touch her, to trace the line of her cheekbone with his fingers. He had resisted the temptation then, but now that he had manipulated her into holding his hand, he found himself reluctant to let go.

He tightened his grip a bit.

What was it about her that made him feel so... alive? Was it the defiance that challenged him? The desire to have her wriggling underneath his body? Or was it the vulnerability he glimpsed beneath the anger, the sign of loneliness that mirrored a void within him? He couldn't say for sure. All he knew was that being with her, in this moment, brought him a sense of excitement and exhilaration that he hadn't felt in a long time.

The rest of the way they walk in silence. Evelyn feigned interest in the towering trees, all the while memorizing the path. Every turn, every landmark she carved onto her mental map. It could be a potential escape route at the right time.

Around 15 minutes later, the trees parted, revealing a sight that took her breath away. Elias had mentioned a cabin, but this… this was no rustic shack, but a spacious summer home hidden amidst the trees.

She was surprised. This wasn't the squalid hideout she'd envisioned. This was… almost inviting.

"Welcome to my haven, Evelyn." he announced with a hint of pride in his voice. "I hope it meets your expectations."

As they reached the porch, he stopped and let go of her hand, patting his pockets for a key. She stood a step behind him, her gaze drawn to his back pockets. There, outlined against the fabric of his jeans, lay the unmistakable shape of handcuffs. Her eyes drifted to his left hand propped against a wooden railing.

Something twitched in her. Did she really want to stay here in this beautiful and very welcome, yet secluded and isolated house? Alone with a stranger, a dangerous man, no matter how attractive he was?

Not so much.

She bit her lip. She felt a familiar sensation in her stomach of being so close to tricking someone and running away. Sensation like an irresistible thrill that was almost addictive. She had pulled tricks like this before that had given her a rush of adrenaline.

Veeeery slowly, she reached out and snagged the handcuffs. Silence cloaked her movements and he didn't notice. She clamped the metal jaws around the railing and then, in a single, swift motion around his left wrist, securing it with a click.

His head whipped around, surprise giving way to fury as he met her eyes. "Evelyn!" he roared, his brows furrowed.

She didn't waste any time. Two dangers lurked in the back of her mind – the glint of metal that was his gun, and the undeniable fact that he likely possessed a key for those very handcuffs.

She started running.

Adrenaline surged through her veins, propelling her forward in a desperate sprint. Her destination was the car. She didn't have time to think it through, but even without the keys she could try to start the engine by hotwiring it. She'd seen it in movies. It had seemed simple enough on screen. Here's hoping Hollywood hadn't lied.

Behind her, a guttural curse echoed through the trees. Elias. A predator frustrated by a sudden reversal of fortune. The thought should have terrified her, but instead, she felt a spark of exhilaration.

Meanwhile, Elias ripped the handcuffs from the railing, the metal clanging to the wooden floor. He felt irritated, he hadn't planned on this afternoon jog. But Evelyn, that infuriating woman, had a knack for running away. Escape was in her blood, he thought, a constant itch she couldn't resist scratching.

Thankfully, he knew this forest like the back of his hand. Hidden trails and shortcuts, invisible to the untrained eye. He wouldn't need the main path, the one she'd likely follow in her blind run. He'd catch her, of course and the sweet taste of victory would be a nice bonus.

Leaves crunched under his boots as he cut through the undergrowth. She might have a head start, but not for long.

Evelyn pushed through the trees and bushes, her lungs were burning, legs screaming in protest. Every jog she'd ever taken paled in comparison to this sprint. Through a gap in the trees, she spotted the car, but as she burst into the clearing, a figure emerged from the trees, cutting off her escape.

He stood there, catching breath, his hands on his thighs. She stopped needing to catch her breath too. She was angry that she didn't make it on time, but this chase wasn't over yet.

"Clever, Snow White," he rasped, his voice laced with irritation but also excitement. "Almost got away."

This wasn't supposed to be fun, not for either of them. Yet, an unexpected thrill ran though his veins as a response to the chase, the danger, the sheer audacity of it all.

He gestured towards the cabin, his voice demanding. "Inside. Now."

She looked around trying to find an escape path. If she needed to, she'd keep running, but she wouldn't be ordered around like a disobedient pet. She shook her head. "Not happening."

[sdrnv]

Khm...khm... before I start my story for today, let me recommend a song that is going to match the atmosphere of a surreal Russian family gathering. And let's begin....

Дорогой читатель or I guess I could also say dear readers,

Today, I embarked on what I thought (actually not, just kidding to make it sound more interesting lmao) would be a simple journey to visit my relatives. Too much... eeerrhmm.. little did I know, it would turn into an adventure that blurred the lines between reality and the surreal.....Бизнес как обычно!

The day began like any other, with the sun casting its warm embrace over my lovely town. I felt a weird or (maybe normal) mixture of excitement and trepidation, but I was eager to see my relatives - yet wary of the unpredictable (shoulda said VERY PREDICTABLE) nature of family gatherings.

Upon arriving at their home formed of marvelous blocks of concrete, I was greeted with hugs and laughter, but something felt pleasantly menacing, as if the air itself crackled with the dark side of the Force. My cousins, aunts, grandma.... oh well easier to say вся моя семья... yeah all my fam.... notorious for their mischievous antics, wasted no time in making me try the famous mashed potato моей тэтки... uhm my aunt.

As I leant over the pot to ladle out a huge chunk for myself...wait...I ladled out all of it xaxa... my aunt seemed to lean in closer, her arms twisting and contorting like ancient guardians of some forgotten realm. I seriously did not feel (believe me, will ya?!) a shiver run down my spine, but I pushed aside my unease, eager to embrace my lunch.

That's when my relatives unveiled their grand plan – to turn me into the mashed potato hair princess. (Obviously, in their minds... as they kept silent.. but let's continue) At first, I laughed off their absurd idea (I'm lying rn xaxa), but as they caught me off guard.... while I was looking for a spoon btw... and began to adorn me with dollops of creamy mashed potatoes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of classic Russian fam betrayal act.

With each dollop of mashed potato placed on my head, I felt myself slipping into a surreal dreamworld, where anything was possible and reality was merely a suggestion. And when I caught sight of my reflection in a nearby mirror, I couldn't help but marvel at the whimsical masterpiece my aunt had created. I wanted to shout: Давай пошли! Мои волосы…. Ааааа.... but losing the momentum in surrealism did not grant me the permission to shout.

Amidst the chaos and laughter, there was a sense of bittersweet nostalgia, a fleeting reminder that moments like these were precious and all too fleeting. As the last clean hair strands dipped below the mashed potato horizon, all my hair danced in the sunlight of the dining room, I found myself cherishing the simple joy of being surrounded by loved ones, even if it meant embracing my inner visible mashed potato hair princess persona.

Та-дааа… родилась принцесса с волосами из картофельного пюре… Mased potato hair princess is born...

And so, dear diary, as I sit here beneath the antique catchpenny chandelier, my hair not only adorned with mashed potatoes, but wrapped up into a massive bulwark... and, of course, my heart full of laughter, I can't help but wonder – whether the chandelier is going to greet the top of my massive bulwark (yes, pictured above) with a thunderous smooch when I stand up right at the very same geographic coordinates where the chandelier is located at.

Aaaahh... should I push my UNluck by executing this set of vertical movement??? Perhaps reality is just a canvas, waiting to be painted with the brushstrokes of our wildest dreams.

Thank you, dear reader for staying with me....

Until next time,

Le Xandra Kalapova

Ле Ксандра Калапова

[natsukicookies]

New task: Weaving New Connections

Chapter 3 || love unlock

The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. The world outside was stirring to life, and it was time to face the day. However, the prospect of starting school all over again filled you with an unusual sense of reluctance.

"Wake up, Y/n! It's time for preschool!" Your mother's gentle voice roused you from your slumber. You groaned softly, your desire to stay nestled under the covers competing with the impending responsibilities of the day.

"Just five more minutes, please," you mumbled, half-asleep and clinging to the remnants of a pleasant dream.

"You always say five more minutes and then some! You're already late, so wake up!" Her tone shifted from patient to exasperated, and the urgency in her voice finally jolted you awake.

With a resigned sigh, you pushed myself up into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The reality of your situation settled in—no longer a teenager in high school, but rather a 5-year-old preparing for preschool. It was a surreal experience, navigating the intricacies of life through the lens of a child.

As your mother's footsteps retreated, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and let out a soft groan. Relearning everything you had already experienced in your previous life was a daunting task—one that filled you with a mix of frustration and resignation.

"I can't believe I have to do it all over again," you muttered to myself, a tinge of bitterness coloring your words. The years you had spent studying, growing, and learning suddenly felt like they were slipping through your fingers, replaced by the need to retrace your steps from early childhood.

With a heavy sigh, you forced myself to your feet and made your way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected a face that was too young, too innocent to carry the weight of the memories you held within. The thought of enduring the challenges of preschool and beyond once more weighed on you, and for a moment, a sense of helplessness washed over you.

"All those 15 years of school... I have to do it all again now," You murmured, the weight of your frustration evident in your voice. You splashed water on your face, the cool sensation serving as a brief respite from your conflicted emotions.

But as you stared at your own reflection, a spark of determination flickered in your eyes. The challenges of this world might have changed, the circumstances might be different, but the essence of who you was remained intact. It was a chance to approach life from a new perspective, to rediscover the joys and tribulations of growing up in a way you had never imagined.

With your renewed determination firmly in place, yoi patted my cheeks dry and stood up straight. The journey ahead might be unlike any other, but you was resolute in your decision to confront it head-on. Stepping out of the bathroom, yoir eyes were drawn to the world outside—the world that lay before you, offering a blank canvas for new experiences.

With a determined breath, you adjusted your posture, shoulders squared and chin held high. The preschool experience awaited you, offering the opportunity to navigate the complexities of childhood once more, armed with the wisdom of an older soul.

"Y/N, GO PUT ON YOUR SCHOOL UNIFORM! DON'T JUST STAND THERE NAKED!" Your mother's voice suddenly rang out, snapping you out of your contemplation and bringing you back to the immediate task at hand.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized that in your contemplative state, you had forgotten the practical matter of getting dressed. With a hasty nod and a sheepish smile, you scurried off to your room, eager to begin this new chapter of life—uniform and all.

With a sense of camaraderie and brotherly affection, Jinpachi-nii crouched down and patiently assisted you in tying your shoes. His gentle actions conveyed a comforting familiarity—a reminder that despite the unique circumstances you found yourself in, the bonds of family remained intact.

"You ready to go?" he inquired, his voice a blend of concern and sibling banter. You response was still laden with the remnants of sleep, a mumble of affirmation escaping your lips.

As he swung the door open, a rush of cool air greeted you, and the prospect of stepping outside momentarily took a backseat to a lingering hesitation. You stood there, caught in a moment of uncertainty, and it didn't take long for the older male to notice.

"What's wrong?" he queried, his concern evident in his tone. It was as if he sensed the internal struggle you was experiencing.

With a mixture of childlike simplicity and a touch of vulnerability, you blurted out your request, "Carry me." The words slipped out, the unfiltered desire for comfort and connection manifesting in your action of extending your arms towards him.

He let out a sigh, but his smile spoke volumes. It was a smile that carried a hint of amusement, a testament to your shared history of sibling interactions. "Come here, sleepy head," he chuckled, his voice warm with affection.

In that moment, you abandoned your adult inhibitions and stepped closer, allowing him to scoop you up in his arms. It was a gesture that transcended the years, taking you back to simpler times when he was not just a protector, but also a playmate and a confidant.

As he held you in his arms, the world around you seemed to fade into the background. The concerns and complexities of your situation momentarily receded, replaced by the warmth of a brother's embrace. It was a reminder that amidst the extraordinary circumstances you faced, the relationships that shaped your past life remained a constant source of comfort and support.

With his footsteps carrying you forward, you leaned into the embrace, to get more sleep

'Who doesn't love sleep'

"Y/n, wake up. We've reached your school," Jinpachi-nii's gentle voice roused you from your drowsiness. With sleepy eyes, you clumsily made your way down from his arms, your balance compromised by your half-asleep state.

"Careful," he cautioned, his voice laced with concern as he steadied you. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a silent reassurance that he was watching out for you.

You managed a drowsy nod, returning his smile with a sleepy one of your own. "Bye bye," you mumbled, lifting you hand in a sluggish wave as he responded in kind.

Stepping away from him, you ventured into the pre-school grounds. The familiar surroundings carried a sense of nostalgia, intertwined with the newness of this reality. As you entered the classroom, a mixture of emotions welled up within me—excitement, uncertainty, and a touch of apprehension.

Taking a seat, you glanced around the room, observing the other children who were already engaged in various activities.

"Y/n-chan!" A sweet voice rang out, pulling my attention away from my contemplation. You turned towards the sound, your gaze landing on Yumiko—your self-proclaimed best friend in this new reality.

A small smile formed on your lips as you met her gaze. Yumiko's presence brought a touch of familiarity to the unfamiliar landscape of your preschool days. Her face held a mixture of excitement and anticipation, as if every encounter with you was a new adventure waiting to unfold.

"Hi, Yumiko!" You responded with genuine warmth, your voice carrying a hint of genuine friendship. It was odd to be reunited with someone you had never met before, yet her role as a confidant in this world felt oddly fitting.

As she made her way towards you, a sense of camaraderie settled between you two.

"Did you watch the new episode of Shugo Chara?!" Yumiko's voice bubbled with excitement as she approached you, her eyes shining with anticipation.

You couldn't help but smile in response to her enthusiasm. "Yes! Amu-chan was so cute!" You chimed in, your tone matching her excitement. The topic of conversation—a beloved anime—was a bridge that connected our interests, offering a shared space where our friendship could flourish.

You two delved into your discussion about Shugo Chara when a load sound was heard from the back side of the classroom.

Both yumiko and you looked behind and saw a kid with spiky orange who was grabbing another kid's collar.

Just as the tense scene played out in the classroom, a new element inserted itself into the narrative—a screen that materialized before me, demanding my attention. The timing of its appearance was almost surreal, as if the very mechanics of this world were orchestrating a unique narrative for you to follow.

The screen displayed a message that posed a new challenge: a quest had appeared.

ᴺᵉʷ qᵘᵉˢᵗ!

ᴴᵉˡᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ ʰᵃⁱʳ ᵇᵒʸ!

[ᴬᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗ] [ᴰᵉⁿʸ]

Confusion settled over me as I read the words on the screen. Help the orange-haired boy? It was a directive that seemed to blend the mechanics of a video game with the reality of the classroom. The real-life situation you had been observing was now tied to this new task, blurring the lines between the tangible and the digital.

You glanced from the screen to the boy with spiky orange hair, your thoughts racing to make sense of the connection. How was you supposed to help him? What did this quest entail? The challenge was both intriguing and puzzling, a testament to the intricacies of this unique world.

As you deliberated your next move, you was reminded that in this realm of manga-inspired mechanics and quests, your actions held the power to influence not just the digital interface, but the very interactions that shaped your reality. With a deep breath, you considered your options, knowing that whatever choice you made would have an impact on the unfolding narrative of your journey.

[kashi-prompts]

Rating: T

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader

Genre: Fluff. Teeth rotting fluff.

"It's stifling in here," the silver-haired Hokage managed, slipping a finger under his mask to let the air hit his face. He took a deep breath, trying to relax the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Kakashi," Gai stood from the wooden chairs before the Hokage's desk, "relax, my friend. I've never seen you so tense."

"I'm not tense," Kakashi brushed off Gai's hard reassuring pat on the back.

"The crease between your eyes has never been so prominent," Gai poked his friend's forehead, stopping him. Kakashi sighed heavily, meeting Gai's gaze.

"I'm fine," he reassured his friend.

"Having second thoughts?" Gai nudged him.

Kakashi looked at his friend and pushed past him to walk to his desk, "no, never. Are my robes here yet?"

"Then what is it?" Guy followed him, watching him as he shuffled papers around on his desk, "We're so young; how could anything bother you on your wedding day?"

"I'm not bothered," Kakashi turned, looking at his oldest friend, giving him a reassuring promise. "Just a little nervous."

The silver-haired shinobi turned Hokage had never felt this way before. His chest swirled with tightness, and his mind raced from thought to thought. The whole village had its eyes on him and [y/n] today. Every gaze would be turned to their marriage, the Hokage and his new wife.

Gai slapped Kakashi on the back again, smiling broadly, "I'm happy for you, my old friend. You're a lucky one."

Kakashi laughed nervously, his fingers pushing the hair at the nape of his neck down. He still hadn't gotten used to the missing thicker locks that had been cut off earlier in the week. His mind traveled to his bride, dreamily manifesting the image of what she would look like walking towards him. He felt his chest tighten more, exhaling shakily.

"Your haori is ready," Yamato came through the office door, towing the Hokage's formal attire behind him carefully. Kakashi nodded, realizing the ceremony would be beginning shortly. He turned to the window behind his desk, looking down at the ceremony space designated for his wedding behind the Hokage's manor. Guests were trickling in one by one, all being greeted by Iruka, whom he had appointed.

"Perfect!" Gai exclaimed, grabbing the attire from Yamato's grasp, "let's get this party ROLLING!"

The sunlight was overbearing on his back as he made his way down the steps towards the ceremony space. His haori fit nicely, but the black, heavy material felt like two weights on his shoulders. He smiled at the guests, greeting the other Kage's respectively. Each congratulated him and encouraged him to not worry about hosting duties on his big day.

Kakashi looked around, taking in the surroundings for a moment as he adjusted his sleeves. Then, he thought of the day he asked y/n to marry him. Sitting quietly under a tree, her head had leaned against his shoulder, dozing off after their rather long walk to their favorite quiet spot on the outskirts of Konoha.

The wisteria blossoms had been in full bloom, dangling above them to create a sea of lavender-colored petals. He had taken her hand as she rested, silently and covertly slipping a ring on her finger with his shaking, cold hands. She hadn't budged at his movements, her breath shallow against the side of his neck.

"I love you," he had whispered against the shell of her ear, "and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Her eyes had fluttered open in surprise, dazed by his words. His fingers had grasped her hand gently and pulled them to his lips, kissing the tip of her ring finger with a tender, fervent gaze. When the realization had hit her, her arms had flown around him, pulling him close to her with a shower of kisses and affectionate affirmations following.

Looking back, the thought enveloped him in a warmth that wasn't from the sun casting down.

"Kakashi," Iruka called out, a smile stretched across his lips as he checked his watch, "all the guests have arrived."

"Good," Kakashi nodded, "I guess that means we're almost ready."

"Yes," Iruka smiled again eagerly. He hesitated for a moment and then leaned in, his voice just above a whisper. "It's time to go get your bride."

Kakashi looked over quickly at Iruka, his eyes glistening with excitement and nervousness. Iruka raised his eyebrows, urging the Hokage to go meet his future wife.

*****

You stood in your kimono, flattening the white fabric out nervously at your waist. Your hands felt clammy, and your heart thumped uncomfortably in your chest. Glancing at the clock, you couldn't help but think of the moments that ticked by that brought you closer to being Kakashi's wife.

Reaching up, you traced your eyelashes with the back of your finger, feeling the moisture from your eyes lying modestly between them. The emotions in your chest were overwhelming you, threatening to burst at any second. The joy consumed you as you inhaled heavily, feeling your lungs expand before letting out a shaky breath.

At one last glance, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes fluttered from the ornate flower in your hair, the rouge on your cheeks down to the bouquet you held at your waist. So this was really happening, you thought.

The sound of a gentle knock on the door caused your heart to skip into your throat. You turned, watching the handle turn quietly before opening a crack.

"[y/n]?" you heard Kakashi's hesitant yet soft voice from behind the opening.

"Yes?" you asked, unsure as to why. You had been waiting for him - for this moment when he would open the door and see you for the first time in your wedding dress. Your heart quivered in your ribcage.

"Can I come in?" he asked quietly, the smile evident in his voice.

"Yes," you replied, your voice exuding like a content sigh.

He didn't swing the door open like some men would, eager to see their bride and get down the aisle. Some men would never even think to knock, knowing full well that what was behind that door was theirs. But the Hokage was different, gentle in more ways than one, yet fiercely protective of what was his.

You hadn't realized you had been holding your breath as you watched him open the door. The sight of his slender fingers tenderly gripping the knob was all you could focus on for a moment, the overwhelming excitement and nervousness engrossing every cell in your body.

But when you finally looked up at him, your eyes catching his, everything felt peaceful. Nothing else mattered except for the gentle upturn of his eyebrows and the soft slope of his lips that curled into a smile. The recognition of his uncovered expression that you only saw intimately sent an electric shock through your body.

The distance between you both disappeared almost immediately. You felt the dance of his fingertips curve around your waist, pulling you close to him as you stifled a giggle of excitement that quickly turned into tears of delight. Tears brimmed at your eyes as you hugged him close, feeling his steady body against your chest and his fingertips spread between the skin of your shoulder blades. Nothing mattered at that moment.

"You look so beautiful," you felt his lips brush against your ear. You smiled against his jaw, feeling the soft prickle of his skin and the scent of his aftershave fill your senses.

"I wasn't expecting you to not wear your mask," you whisper into his neck as your hands hung lazily around his body. But, instead, you felt his hands gently grasp your shoulders, pulling you away to look at you. Your eyes scanned his face, the small mole on his chin resurrecting the smile you couldn't quite tame.

"I figured you'll be my wife shortly, so you should certainly get used to it," he lifted his finger and traced the curve of your own jaw, the feeling of his rough index finger traveling across your skin sent an electric shock through you. You felt heat erupt within you, and by the firm look he gave you, he had felt it too.

"Will you not be wearing it during the ceremony?" You asked hopefully.

He chuckled, pulling you back into his chest. You felt the echo of his laugh reverberate against you.

That was a no.

*****

The surreal environment you walked into with your fiance on your arm felt like you had been transported into a far-off dream you had had many months ago. The realization that all of your planning and praying for things to singularly come together to this moment overwhelmed your senses.

You looked down the aisle at Kakashi, his mask returned to cover his sharp features. Yet, a part of you didn't mind. It was the familiar face you had fallen in love with. You could see the shadow of a grin under the fabric of his face as you walked towards him. Sakura blossoms bobbed all around you, whispering in the breeze that swept his short hair to the side even more.

Once you reached him, you could see the outline of red around his eyes. The man who never showed his emotions in public unless absolutely necessary couldn't help but be overcome with passion at the sight of his bride. You reached for his hand, feeling the clamminess of his skin as you threaded your fingers through his. You smiled at him, and he leaned over to plant a soft kiss on your temple.

****

"You may kiss your bride," was all you heard as the ceremony ended. You looked up at him, delirious with joy as he smiled down at you, his wife. You narrowed your eyebrows when he didn't immediately press his lips to yours at the reader's consent. He waved your maid of honor over, pointing to your bouquet that she held for you.

"This?" your maid of honor asked, holding up the floral arrangement. He nodded, taking it from her as your attendees continued to cheer. You took it from her and looked back at him, puzzled by his strange request.

But when he pulled your wrist up to cover both of your faces with the bouquet, it all made sense. Shielding the two of you from the audience, you felt the pleasing satisfaction of his bare lips to yours, the sensation enough to send an electric shock through every cell in your body as he pulled your waist closer to his hips. Your whole body blushed at the thrill of kissing your husband without his mask in front of a hundred or so people.

Pulling away breathlessly, he looked down at you, relishing the look of awestruck satisfaction on your face as he pulled his mask back over his nose. Setting the bouquet back at your waist, you gave a dazed smile to the cheering attendees.

As you turned back to the ever louder cheering guests, you felt his lips touch the shell of your ear while you walked back down the aisle.

"Was that good enough for you?" He quipped, smiling behind his mask. You giggled at his remark, waving to your guests.

As you reached a private place behind the crowd, you let out a long sigh, waving your hand to fan yourself. You smiled, joy filling every nerve ending in your body.

Looking out at the crowd that dispersed to a cocktail hour, you felt the warm embrace of the Hokage's arms around your waist. You sighed again, inhaling his scent as he buried his lips in your neck. You felt his grip tighten on your hips.

"I love you," you murmured to him, caressing the hand on your hips. Quickly, he turned you around to face him, searching your face as if to emanate with his eyes how he was feeling.

"I don't think you understand," he whispered to you, his hand on your jaw. You reached up, your fingers brushing over his knuckles and the warm wedding band on his fingers.

"Understand what?" You giggled.

His face remained serious, his gaze overwhelming.

"Understand what?" You repeated quietly.

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

[akindofmagictoo]

manuscript search tag game

I have been tagged by @diphthongsfordays! I have a bunch of yours still to get through. strap in. 

my words are immediate, include, enemy, presence, weak, return 

immediate (Dragonsong) (dun dun dun...) 

Something chirped and she reached immediately for her sword once more, one eye on the pale pink bulk of the dragon in front of her. But it hadn’t moved. It lay still as stone. 

Whatever had chirped, it had come from behind Robin. 

“Oh,” whispered Robin, and Isi stepped over the dragon’s neck to look. 

include + presence (Dragonsong) 

Her oath had also included swearing to protect the innocent and those who couldn’t protect themselves. What was more innocent than a baby dragon? A baby dragon who probably had no idea what was happening. Enya probably didn’t know she wasn’t supposed to be here. It wasn’t her fault. Her parent had presumably brought her, and Isi had brought her here to the citadel. If anything, Enya’s presence was Isi’s fault. 

She cast the sword aside. It rang on the stone floor, but the sound seemed very far away all of a sudden. Blood roared in her ears. She swallowed and lifted her chin. “No.” One word, but it cut the silence like a blade. 

enemy (Hurricane) 

Twelve oars moved again, droplets flashing in the sunlight as the blades dipped back into the water. Aella blinked hair out of her eyes as a fuse burned down in her hand, trying to clear her vision before she threw. She reached up with her free hand to deal with the problem, and Sequoia snatched the bomb up and tossed it. Aella wrangled her hair back behind her ears where it belonged, and realised why she was having the problem: the wind had picked up. The Firebird’s sail billowed out from the mast and she began to move faster and faster. 

Aboard the enemy ship, someone went to light another cannon, but Emmy snapped off a pistol shot with her free hand, and the man fell back with a screech. Then the Firebird was clear, her stern sliding past the other ship’s stern. It would take the other ship too long to turn, however they went about it. This was the Firebird’s chance to get a lead. But where would they go? 

weak (Hurricane) (angst time oops) 

With considerable effort, he managed, “My family. Can’t leave them wondering. Please…” He took a deep inhale and clutched at Tempest’s hand. “They won’t know.” A tear slid down his temple. “Please.” 

She wiped the tear away with her sleeve. “If I have to, I’ll tell them.” 

He nodded weakly, apparently exhausted from the effort of forming the words. His voice was almost inaudible when he whispered, “And… tell Aella… I’m sorry.” He shivered and fell silent. 

Tempest pulled off her coat and covered him with it, ignoring the bite of the cold evening air. He didn’t respond. She shook his shoulder. “Tell her yourself. You’re not going to die. I forbid it.” She wasn’t sure when she’d turned into the optimist—usually Aella was the one to talk like this. No matter. She refused to give up hope. “Aella will never forgive me if I let you die.” She might never forgive herself, either. 

return (Dragonsong) 

As they rode into the town, Isi recognised Baya’s tavern immediately. Even without a Crown symbol on her chest, it seemed likely there would be a place for them there. 

She let Sierra and Robin book them some rooms while she stabled and tended to their horses, with SB’s help. She knew Baya. But without her uniform, without her title, she felt somehow out of place returning here. So she trailed in last, hoping Baya would be too busy to recognise her. 

She hoped in vain. 

“Tor Isadora!” 

Isi hesitated. “I think… I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” 

I shall leave this one an open tag for anyone who wants to play! your words are arrow, error, irrational, surreal 

[arhvste]

next stop iwa-chan!

playlist : just the two of us 

iwaizumi gently gripped y/n’s hand as he pulled her through the dark halls of aoba johsai, his old high school. everything felt so surreal, the usually busy halls and bright sunlight that would cast through the big windows, reduced to nothing more than empty space left to be filled with the soft laughter and footsteps of the pair.

he wasn't sure what had struck him to take the girl on a spontaneous 2 hour train journey from tokyo to miyagi but he did it anyway. there was something about y/n that made him want to get to know her as much as he possibly could. 

unsure of whether he was fully ready to commit to a relationship just yet, he wanted to take the girl he’d been talking to continuously back to where most of his memories were made. if he wanted to even begin to open up to her, he wanted to take her back to the start where he’d grown into the man he’d become that way she’d be getting to know him too.

-

the pair laughed as iwaizumi pulled her along all the halls and showed her all the classrooms he’d had his classes in and some of the stories that came with them. y/n listened intently laughing along with him as she gripped his hand tighter as they wandered through the closed school.

“when i said rebellious i meant someone who doesn't always wait for the stop sign before crossing the road, someone who shows up to somewhere they’re meant to be 5 minutes late with no explanation, i didn't mean someone who’d take me all the way down to miyagi and risk us getting caught breaking into a school.”

iwaizumi looked back at her and grinned.

“you should've been more specific.”

the girl rolled her eyes and allowed him to pull her further through the halls until they reached a big gymnasium. luckily the door was unlocked so iwaizumi didn't have to force it open.

“shame, would've liked to see you put your arms to good use.” y/n hummed as she brushed passed him and wandered into the spacious gym.

the latter laughed and quietly shut the door behind him as he turned to switch one of the back wall lights on leaving the room not too dark but light enough so the pair could see what they were doing.

whoever had used the gym last was obviously lazy and hadn't bothered putting the equipment away properly as the former alba johsai student noticed the poles of a net sticking out the half closed equipment cupboard.

“shittykawa wouldn't allow things to be left like this.” he muttered to himself as he went to pull the net out as y/n followed to help.

the two hoisted the net up and set it up securely as iwaizumi returned back to the cupboard to retrieve a ball.

y/n raised an eyebrow at the boy as he approached her.

“so now what? are we competing because i’ll have you know i was a pretty good ace if i do say so myself.”

iwaizumi snickered as he stretched out his broad shoulders.

“yeah? i don't doubt that y/n, you had one of the top 4 spikers in the country as a friend and he probably taught you a thing or two.”

“taught me a thing or two? excuse you but if you were to ask him i’m sure he’d tell you that i was the one who’d stay behind with him and akaashi and help him with line shots.”

the boy let out a low whistle as he bounced the ball on the floor a few times to check it wasn't deflating in any way. 

“prove it.”

y/n pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail and playfully glared at him.

“oh i will.”

-

the two played for a good hour and fifteen minutes before deciding that they were going to need to leave soon so they best stop now. having cleaned the equipment up properly the two sat down on the floor for a short while. y/n checked her phone and saw that the next train would be at 3:45AM so they had 15 minutes to rest before having to leave the way they came if they wanted to get on that train.

“you’re not bad then.”

y/n scoffed and playfully hit iwaizumi’s shoulder as he laughed and sat up.

“sorry for dragging you along here, just felt like coming here.” he said softly as he gazed up at the high ceiling.

y/n hummed and smiled at him.

“it’s fine. i didn't specify how rebellious i like my men, you’re right, but you’re really the baddest of them all.”

“you ask and you get.”

y/n moved closer to iwaizumi as he looked down at her. although he’d only known the girl for a week and a bit, he felt like he’d known her forever. she’d been so open and easy to get along with it was almost like meeting her was just meant to be. iwaizumi knew it was too early to even think about having serious feelings but he still couldn't help but notice the butterflies that would set off whenever he was around her. she kept him on his toes and made him want more.

he sighed as he ran a hand through his short messy hair. 

“something on your mind?” y/n asked.

“just thinking about how in such a short time you’ve affected me.’

“falling for me already? at least take me out on another date first.” y/n teased as he turned to fully face him.

“nah not quite yet, don’t get me wrong you're moving up the ranks of approval from me and we’re only on our second date but i still wanna get to know you a little more, it’s just been a while since i’ve done anything like this so i’m still trying to get back used to it.” 

the girl tilted her head and looked into the boys pretty eyes.

“you mean you don't usually take girls on spontaneous breaking and entering dates?” 

iwaizumi smiled as he flicked her head softly.

“nah, never done it before. you got the special treatment.”

y/n snorted and shooed his hand away from her head. 

“what’s there to get used to then?”

thinking before answering, iwaizumi looked into the girls twinkling eyes and saw nothing but sincerity in them before he continued. 

“i don't know. feelings? relationships? that sort of thing. it’s been a while and wasn't really something i wanted to get back into after my last but i guess you live and you learn.” he shrugged as he stood up brushing off any dust as he offered his hand to y/n.

“i won't ask what happened but, we’ll take things as they come. you interest me and i want to know more about you. it’s been a while since my last relationship too so we can figure things out together but no matter how long things take, i hope you’ll be happy to at least feel more comfortable with the idea of getting used to this sort of thing with me.” 

still holding y/n’s hand tightly in his grip, iwaizumi pulled her into his chest as she brought his head down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“i think maybe i’d like that y/n.” 

the two of them walked out hand in hand as they took a slow walk back to the trainstation to catch their 3:45 train. nothing said between them, the comfortable silence wrapped the pair in their own little world as they gently swayed their arms back and fourth with each step they took.

things were still fresh and new to the pair of them but together, iwaizumi felt like maybe y/n was the girl he’d want to learn and try again with in the future. he still couldn't say for sure, but after tonight he knew he had to see more of her. the reassurance she gave him made his heart warm.

the duo paid their train fare and stepped onto the carriage as y/n quietly yawned. 10 minutes into the train ride back and she’d drifted off into a gentle sleep. iwaizumi noticed her head angled at an uncomfortable position and softly readjusted her so she’d be leaning on his shoulder. the girl smiled in her sleep and leant in closer to iwaizumi’s surprise as he watched over her.

“you really are something else.”

-

next stop iwa-chan!

iwaizumi haijime x reader

masterlist

an - she’d probably deny it but y/n felt butterflies too

akaashi’s playgroup || two pretty setters and co

part 13 - rebellion

part 14 - learn together

part 15 - like u a little

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Life moves so fast. Too fast, for your liking. Maybe it's because your childhood wasn't the nicest, so you have wallowed in the sadness it brought you too much that you weren't aware of time, or the fact that you were so wrapped up in one future, you thought your life depended on nothing but academic purpose. At least then. Or maybe it's because you never realized how much you've wanted to do in your life until three years ago. You're still young, though a young adult, and you shouldn't be worried about the consequences of things you never did. Though, maybe they would affect you later on.

It's always been overwhelmingly depressing when you realize you can't relate to that flurrery feeling every one of your classmates told you about when bungee jumping or simply touching a manta ray. Never have you had the chance to visit a very famous amusement park because of how expensive it was. All of that would make you the odd one out in any friend group, which is why you never bothered to start a close friendship with someone.

However, this year was different. Let aside the fact that you missed out on all your school year's material, you experienced something far more exciting than anyone's ever had. Your mind still finds itself boggled by the sudden event. One second you're with your classmate who you knew nothing about at the time, and the next he's in jail, and you're with his grandfather trying nag get him out.

You can't even bring yourself to comprehend how you even got a grip on the whole situation, how you managed to have yourself thrown into the formula, from going to Egypt and saving Miss Holly, to fighting Dio and even almost dying with Kakyoin and Avdol who are currently in different hospitals. It all still feels so surreal.

Unconsciously, as you reminisce, your fingers brush the large scar that lays unveiled on the surface of your forearm, reaching from your wrist to your cheek, a few scabs still blanketing random edges on it. Soon, your hands found themselves reaching your currently broken and cast ankle. Your crutches lay limp on your leg. Your skin is cold, and so is the wind hitting it. For May, this is probably the longest it has taken to become warm.

"Oi, yn." You're snapped out of your daze when a certain deep voice calls out to you, a coherent tinge of worry trailing at the end of the person's greeting.

The all-familiar, stinging scent of cologne immediately assures you of who this person is. You let out a sigh, dipping your head down, eyes closed, a delightful sense of relief washing over you.

"Hey, Jojo. Thanks," you greet as you take a weak hold of the beer can your companion bought you. After a while of shuffling, both of you got your backs comfortable on the strong walls of the school's roof, taking in the cool wind as it brushes through your hair. The sun is set, but there is still a bit of sunlight left, it mixes beautifully with the soft white streetlights and spots of yellow, red and blue in the far distance which homes and billboards emit. If you focus enough, you can see a light silhouette of hills.

Jojo. Jotaro kujo. You recite that name on your tongue every night, sometimes in fear you might forget it. Some of his admirers despise you for it. For having the advantage of calling out to him whenever you want and he'd answer you, and only you. Your classmates say you're extremely lucky, like you've won a million-dollar bet for being his first and closest female friend. He's never down to open up, but from your experience, he's desperate for any type of companionship. However, the so-called advantages were never what this was all about for you. If it was, you'd know barely anything about each other, and you're glad you could become more than just classmates after the whole Egypt thing. To you, his friendship depended and revolved more around trust and means of comfort than just mainly using him for safety and assumed attention. The fact that he's truly a hard to crack shell of a man—that you somehow managed to turn into ash the moment you told him to 'get the fuck out of the jail room, you look ridiculous' —never mattered to you more than how closer you wish to get to him. Focusing in front of you again you watch the colors of the clouds merge with the dark purple of the sky. The stars are already out, and a beautiful half-moon is shining brighter than ever. You pout, disappointed of the incoming inability to see it in full display due to the sky's current cloudy state.

"Old man called me yesterday." You turned your head to Jotaro, eyes immediately locking with his. Just the simple fact that both of you go out of your ways to fully focus on each other makes your relationship all the more mutual. Jotaro, especially, he's never felt as easy with anyone as he has with you, and kakyoin, too, but he'd never say it directly to any of you . At night, when he's lost in his thought, he finds himself thinking of you. How kind you are and how you never seem to see the bad in anything despite having a bad past. He'd never admit it let alone say it with his tongue but he tries to take advantage of that kindness, in a way to make sure nothing will happen to you. He can't afford to lose anyone else. He also doesn't know if the fact that he thinks of you is more embarrassing, or the fact that he secretly wants to let his walls down in front of you one day. The thought comforts him, but, as usual, he's too meek about it, since there were many times his 'kindness' would be misunderstood as romantic intent. Well, he's doubting that, anyways, specifically with you.

"hm?" you reply, taking a sip of the refreshing drink in your hand. Your fingers wrap around each other, holding the can in a tight and secure grip. You're prone to dropping your drinks now and then, so you found this to be the most practical way of 'protecting them'. Yes, you look stupid when you end up dropping them either way. You two always get a good laugh from it, so at least there isn't any embarrassment happening.

"He was wondering if you wanted to stay with us for a couple more weeks. Mom misses you already." Jotaro exhales, smoke filling the air around you and mixing with his musky cologne to create an unbearable scent you never wanted to forget. The mention of Mr. Joestar for the third time this month makes your eyes widen. It was all for the same reason too. You lived alone for a long time now, and you've gotten very used to the lonely and eerie feeling of your dark home at night. However, of course, after meeting the Joestars, Joseph couldn't possibly leave you without pampering you so much, especially after helping with saving his precious daughter. You were grateful. You always are for what he does for you, but just enough for him to make you basically live with him is something you can't quite afford. Not money-wise, it's just that you don't have anything to give them in return, and offering your life also meant living with them. The cycle goes on.

With a grunt, you twist your form to face Jotaro, your hands pushing hard on the floor to support your frail physique.

"Jojo...I really appreciate it, but I have things to do at my house. I need to clean it, take care of the food that's been in the fridge for almost a month now. Maybe another time, but I really don't want to trouble you guys like this. You've done way too much for me already," you excuse, trying your best to scoot closer to your friend. As a final task for the day, you set yourself up on your knees and wrap your arms around the much larger man, patting him on the back a couple of times before planting a heavy peck on his forehead. "And you can stop worrying about me so much now, Joot. I'm really fine, thanks to you." A warm smile graces your lips as you speak your soft words to Jotaro, seeing his panicked eyes slowly close as he scoffs, pushing you away and hiding his rose-tinted face with the shadow of his hat.

"I'm still walking you home."

As much as you want to, you can't complain with a broken ankle. Who knows what might happen if you're too slow with walking? Over his dead body will Jotaro Kujo let anyone lay a finger on you...

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The slow crunching of pebble and dust under heavy boots and the repetitive melody of crickets in the grass is enough to get you woozy in the freezing weather of tonight. The wind started picking up a long while ago, and you fear it might get worse before you reach your home. Clouds are grey and dull as they sway in a quick pace in the blue-black sky. The vigorous rustling of trees makes your ears tingle. Your pores are open with sweat, the droplets slowly trickling down your face and quickly drying out. Your arms over your crutches, your stomach hurting from excessive contraction, your breath becomes heavy, and your chest begins to hurt. It's been well over 20 minutes since you guys have been walking, and you're starting to hate yourself for letting Jotaro deal with your snail-paced struggle on a day like this.

Without a word, you sigh, then slowly crouch down to reach the floor. However, from how your ankle is positioned, the momentum you pushed yourself down with was faster than you anticipated, and you gasp. Bracing yourself for impact, you let go of your crutches hastily, spreading your arms in front of you to prepare support. Your eyes close tightly and you clench your stomach, a second away from hitting the concrete before feeling a soft barrier holding you up. Slowly, you open your eyes again, to find none other than Jotaro, encasing you in his large, jacket-cushioned arms. Without a chance to react, you feel yourself getting pulled up, hoisted up a millimeter high and huddled in your friend's arms again only this time in a better position for him to be able to swing your legs over to the side.

"Good grief, woman. What the hell were you doing?!" At this position, you can clearly hear the growl in Jotaro's voice. Heck, his breath is right in your ear. Inevitably, you shiver, letting out a huff of air. You feel yourself blush out of embarrassment when he gives you a side eye and you prepare to find a good answer to his question.

"Sorry, I wanted to sit down a bit...I uh..wasnt expecting to...fall-"

"Whatever, just stop talking or you'll die. And you're freezing ," Jotaro interrupts, leaning down to grab your crutches, still holding onto you. His head rests on your shoulder as he bends down, his fingers curling with ease around the handles.

Still shocked from the sudden ordeal, you start shuffling in Jotaro's arms, earning a grunt from him.

"Stay still, yn, for fuck's sake!"

"I-I can still walk on my own, JoJo!"

Annoyingly, or rather, smugly, Jotaro ignores your comment, only dragging his disagreement further by hoisting you up further so your figure is tucked snuggly between his arms. This proves his previous comment of how cold you actually are, seeing as you immediately melt into his arms, eyes almost instantly closing as you sigh, taking in the comfortable warmth of the thick fabric of his clothes.

when you look back at him, you decide not to complain any more when he raises an eyebrow at you and lets out chuckle. You just stare at the fading stars, keeping the image of his rare smile in your head along your little journey.

As you space out, your eyes having no place to stay still as the clouds move endlessly, you shake your head, feeling the pain in the back of your head from how dizzy you've become. This world is too big for even eyes to bear. you let out a mall sigh, the incoming comfort quickly cut off as you gasp. A wet droplet found its way on your nose uninvited. You look at Jotaro, expecting to see his face dotted with a bit if sweat, but that wasn't the case. Another droplet, and a third, and soon you see one slip off from Jotaro's hat. Oh... Ooooh...

Oh shit.

You gasp once more, suddenly sitting up and causing Jotaro to retract his head with a grunt.

"What the hell?!"

"Jojo it's raining!"

"And..?! Jeez you overreact."

With a pout, you hit the top of your friend's head, earning a stutter from him.

"C-can you walk a bit faster..? I can't have you getting sick, " you complain, clutching onto the chain dangling from JoJo's collar as a way to nudge him into agreeing to your order.

"That's not happening, y/n just sit back down-" As if to mock him, the clouds let out a loud clap of thunder, The rain quickly picking up with the wind. As fast as this happened, you and Jotaro are now almost drenched in water. You cross your arms, looking up at Mcedgy with a smug expression on your face.

He sighs heavily, tugging the brim of his hat and letting out his famous

"Good grief..." before wrapping his jacket around you like a stolen package and trudging quickly. A few moments pass before he starts to run.

Surprisingly, your house isn't that far away anymore. You'd expect that from someone twice your height running. Currently, your friend is huffing, occasionally spitting excess water away from his mouth.

"We're here."

He stops running, just jogging his way around a building before setting you down on the floor, waiting until you regained balance to give you your crutches back. You hiss at how cold the air is, your body quickly shivering.

You quickly find your keys from your pocket before limping to your front door and opening it with a satisfying click, taking your single wet shoe off and stepping into your house, again, cringing because of how cold the floor has gotten. As you manage to trudge to pull a shawl you found hanging on a chair, you turn back to the door, facing Jotaro again.

"Thanks for walking me here JoJo. It was definitely a pain, I'm sorry," you apologize, a wide smile on your face, rubbing the back of your neck.

"It's fine," says Jojo, already lighting his third cigarette of the day and placing it between his lips.

There's a long silence between the two of you, the heavy sound of rain and occasional thunder being the only thing breaking it. Your breaths are heavy because of the weather, and you do nothing but stare at each other. It seems none of you want to turn away for some reason. both of you are worried for each other. It takes another while before any of you finally move, Jotaro shuffling off of the steps in front of your door and turning around with a small farewell.

You, knocked out of your trance, call out to him again, making him stop. Now in your garden, completely soaked, Jotaro turns his head to you. His cigarette is barely lit anymore.

"Umm...I just realized your house is too far away," you start, catching your friend's attention. He slowly walks back to you, shoving his hands in his pockets. He only hums in response.

"Uh...I just...don't want you walking all that way again, and further so why-"

"I'm not coming inside your house," Jotaro cuts you off, causing you to stutter and blink a couple of times. However, you've already made up your mind and there's no way you're turning back now.

"No, JoJo, you are, and I'm serious right now!," you protest, trying your best to sound strict as you walk to take a hold of Jotaro's arm with your free one and pulling him under the dry safety of your door. When he realized he stepped in with his shoes, he quickly retreats, pulling on his hat and looking away.

"JoJo...!"

Jeez, you're so naïve. Little do you know, Jotaro is only concerned about causing you any harm. He'd rather shrivel up and die from hypothermia than have you affected by him. But...refusing is never an option with you at this point. If anything, he doubts you won't end up following him until he's already at his own house, still trying to nag him further. He grunts, shaking his head then looking back to you.

"Jesus, fine."

Your face quickly lights up with a smile, and you drag Jotaro inside your house —with a limp—and make him take his jacket off. As much as he somewhat doesn't want to be here, Jotaro sighs in relief, shuddering at the warmth of your home.

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This is just something to start writing here. I'm not sure how to feel about it but I hope you like it lol, you can imagine what happens next. this seems very random and messy, which it is but I promise I'll come back with better content lmfao.

--Poppie