#beginning but it took her longer to “warm up to it”/believe it. Also with her being SICK in my fic right now. she's not able to do much

[dootznbootz]

Odysseus is the type of guy who oozes rizz and can and will say the sweetest shit to Penelope and revels in her being happy with it ("You're beautiful in red" when she blushes. THAT type of cheesy bullshit. Have you READ the shit he says to her in the Odyssey?) but if she gives it back, he just freezes and Odysseus.exe stops working. Especially since he was the one doing all the flirting in the beginning until she finally chills out and "allows" herself to have a crush.

Penelope: ...You know, I don't really know if your name fits you. Odysseus: Oh? You don't think "Pain in the ass" is a good fit? Penelope: It definitely is...But...I don't know. Maybe it's because when I think of you, I don't think of pain, I think of joy... Yeah, instead of "pain giver", you're a giver of joy."Joy Giver" perhaps? Odysseus:

Penelope: ...Are you okay? Odysseus: *completely red and continues to make a high-pitched squeaking sound like air being let out of a balloon*

He gets more used to it as they get further along in their marriage but in the beginning, this guy was screaming into his pillows and kicking his feet and twirling his hair and being stupid :D

[norrizzandpia]

Longing Glances and Whispered Confessions (LN4)

Summary: In which, in the darkness of the night, Lando Norris loves Y/n Fewtrell, only for the pain of their secrecy to plague them in the daylight.

Warnings: language, a shit ton of really sad fights, the break up scene is unlike anything ive ever written, i feel so bad for y’all, this shit hurt my heart

Note: plz forgive me with the part 2 i am promising you

Note (part 2): also i think I’m going to start adding lyrics and pictures at the beginning of my longer, more heartbreaking imagines (so basically everything i write) that describe the situation in a nutshell. I just think it makes it more dramatic and poetic 🤭 also also this imagine wasn’t written along the lines of illicit affairs i just listened to it while i wrote and took inspiration from it but feel free to listen to it while you read! Thats why i linked it

UPDATE: i posted part 2 queens

“And that’s the thing about illicit affairs, and clandestine meetings, and longing stares, it’s born from just one single glance, but it dies and it dies and it dies a million little times” - Taylor Swift, Illicit Affairs

“Y/n?” Lando’s voice traveled through the hallway, meeting her ears in the kitchen.

“Yeah?” She yelled back, eyes lingering on the wall in front of her in concentration of his next words.

“Can you come tell me if this skin on Halo is stylish?” He giggled, eliciting a giggle from her as she paddered softly into his gaming room, coming into view of his camera and allowing the chat to go wild with her presence.

She bent down, arm leaning on his shoulder as she inspected the animatronic, “I think it’s cool, yeah!”

Lando’s eyes twinkled up at her, “Really?! Your brother thinks it’s ugly.”

She reared around when Max came into the room, “Fewtrell! Don’t be mean!”

His hip popped out and he stared at her blankly, “Y/n, first of all, your last name is Fewtrell too, so I’m not sure why you’re calling me that. It doesn’t have the same effect. Second of all, it is ugly. I don’t care if that’s mean.”

Lando scoffed from behind her, but went quiet when her small hand squeezed his shoulder in a comforting manner, “Don’t be discouraged, Lan. If you think it’s cute, then that’s all that matters.”

Again, his eyes poured out love for her. His body buzzed and his cheeks warmed under her smile, something that visited him in his dreams at night. His head tilted, mind glazing over at the way she reassured him, supported him. He knew he was crazy for going this deep over her words on a gaming skin, but that was the way he was with her. Secretly obsessed.

Nevertheless, her touches were fleeting and she was exiting the room with her brother, the two in deep discussion about her calling him by their last name.

Lando, on the other hand, was left to address the chat’s exposing messages.

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He’s so in love with her when will anybody realize it

—

Lando couldn’t believe how wasted Y/n was. As she stumbled to his car, he got out quickly, not realizing how much she had drunk when he wasn’t there to stop her.

“LAN!” She yelled, arms wrapping around his neck when he got close enough.

He chuckled, dragging her body over to the passenger seat and gently lowering her into it. He leaned against the door, smiling at her dazed demeanor, “Fun night?”

She nodded, eyes wandering around, “Yeah, except I missed you.”

Even her drunk words made his heart beat faster than normal. He knew she was impaired, she didn’t understand what she was saying or what it meant, but he still took it and held on. He had admired her so heavily from afar that any inference of requited love had him in a death grip.

Nodding and walking back around to his side, he got in and started the engine again. From his turned around position, arm splayed against the back of her seat as he backed out, she giggled, “Anyone ever told you how hot you are?”

He choked on air, mind spinning out at the question she had blurted out so easily. His lungs seemingly constricted, loss of breath prevalent as he stopped the car.

With his trunk sticking out, Lando looked at her deeply, “What?”

“You’re hot. I’ve always thought that. That and about what it’d be like to be with you. Always wondered about that. Always wanted that.” She replied, laughter continuing as if she wasn’t destroying the reality Lando had built up in his head to protect himself from the feelings he held for his best friend’s little sister.

He shook his head, resuming his prior actions, “You’re drunk, Y/n.”

Her singsong voice replied, “Drunk words are sober thoughts!”

He drove her home, helping her into bed and making sure she was okay before turning out the lights and driving back to his apartment. Throughout it all though, he wondered if drunk words really were sober thoughts.

—

The morning after, Lando’s mind was eating at itself over Y/n’s comments the night before. He had been so agitated that he drove to her house, pounding on her door impatiently.

When she opened it, looking incredibly hungover, he stormed in and paced the space of her living room before turning around and coming to a stand still.

“Are you okay?” She questioned, eyebrows furrowed at his neurotic movements.

“No, you said things last night and I need to know if they’re true.” He tried, voice very clearly pleading.

She sat down on the couch, staring up at him confusedly, “What’d I say?”

“You said that you wondered what it’d be like to be with me. You said you’d always wanted that.” He said forcefully, pacing starting again as his nerves stopped his ability to look at her.

Her heart stopped, wishing that she hadn’t gotten drunk, called her brother’s best friend, and proceeded to spill everything she felt for him. Similarly, she couldn’t look at him either, too scared for the reaction he would have to her reply.

“Yes, that is true.” She heard his steps stop, however she didn’t see him or what he was doing until he came and sat down next to her.

She was on the verge of tears, ready for a calm rejection from him, but was surprised when his hands gently took her face and turned it to look up at him.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, eyes searching hers, but only seeing astonishment.

“Yeah,” She said back, a smile breaking out when he leaned down and captured her lips with his.

It was slow, passionate as the two learned of the feelings the other had suppressed for just as long as they had. It was heartbreaking, the way they had missed time to be together out of the fear of losing the other, but they were kissing each other and things were finally fitting.

When he pulled back, hands still cradling her jaw, he smiled at her and she beamed back.

Whispers of how much they loved each other lingered in the air as he led her upstairs to her bedroom.

—

Max was always upfront about how against he was of the idea of Y/n and Lando. Promptly, Y/n and Lando decided it was best to keep everything a secret until time passed and they grew certain of their future together.

The only problem was that, from the start, they knew there would never be an end.

That complicated things. The uncertainty and confusion over when they would tell Max warranted an overwhelming amount of fights. Fights that took place in the small time they had to spend together.

“CAN’T YOU JUST SEE WHERE I’M COMING FROM?!” She yelled at him, hands flailing around with a face so disappointed in her boyfriend, it pained him to see.

“I DO! I DO SEE WHERE YOU’RE COMING FROM, BUT WE HAVE TO BE REALISTIC, Y/N! I MEAN, SHIT, AM I THE ONLY SANE ONE IN THIS RELATIONSHIP?” His words cut her soul, the man she loved judging her character after having told her how it was one of the things he loved most about her.

She scoffed, arms crossing over her chest in a physical plea for protection from his cruel, strategic insults, “FUCK YOU, LANDO.”

His hands flew out by his sides, an exacerbated sigh leaving his mouth, “GET OVER YOURSELF!”

She shook her head, it falling down exhaustedly, “I’m so fucking over this.”

He laughed dryly, “What? You want to break up now?”

She huffed, stomping her foot on the ground, “NO! I JUST WANT YOU TO LOVE ME AND TELL ME WHEN YOU’LL DO IT UNASHAMED!”

He stared at her, eyes searching hers for answers that were reasonable, “Y/n, you know I love you and you know I can’t give you a timeline of when the public, especially your brother, will accept us.”

She turned away, wiping the tears that had fallen down her face, “I’m so fucking exhausted of this. It’s been six months, Lando. And I’ve loved you for so much longer. It’s been years of having to hide how I feel about you and now that I have it, I still can’t show it.”

His presence loomed behind her, hands falling onto her shoulders softly before his lips kissed the skin, “I know, baby, and I’m so sorry. I truly am. For everything, the fight and this feeling, I’m sorry.”

She turned back around, body being held by him, “I know you are. I know this isn’t what you want. I’m sorry for that too, but, Lan,” She trailed off, his nodding taking place.

“I know, I know.” He assured, signaling that he understood how sick she was of pretending like there wasn’t anything going on between them.

She laid her head on his chest, murmuring, “When will it change?”

Truthfully, neither of them were sure they would ever know.

—

Parties were the hardest. Seeing Lando flirt with these beautiful women had Y/n throwing back drinks so quickly, it could be designated as a sport. However, this time, her boyfriend was quick to stop her from continuing, only allotting for a tipsiness to take over.

With Deja Vu, Lando drove her back to her house, except this time, he stayed in her bed. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist in the darkness of the night, she spoke, “Why do you have to do it in front of me?”

He kissed the top of her head, “Do what?”

She separated herself from him, moving to sit up and let her legs dangle over the side of the bed. He followed her movements, “Flirt with other girls.”

He nodded, surprised at the topic. His words took a moment to form in his head, and even when they did, he dreaded saying them out loud, “You know, I have to keep up the image. I can’t start dodging women’s advances. It would look too suspicious.”

She exhaled a breath, getting up fully and walking over to the wall to turn the lights on, “So, what? You just eye fuck other people so obnoxiously right in my fucking face?”

He let his chin meet his chest, “I don’t have the energy to have another fight with you.”

She groaned, “I’m not asking you to have a fight with me, Lando. I’m asking you to explain to me why you have to shove this shit down my throat.”

Lando stood abruptly from the bed and yelled, “I JUST FUCKING DID!”

She shook her head, “NO, YOU FUCKING DIDN’T! YOU GAVE ME A SHIT EXCUSE FOR A SHITTY SITUATION. OWN UP TO ONE FUCKING MISTAKE IN YOUR LIFE, LANDO. FOR FUCK’S SAKE!”

He rolled his eyes, “OH, GIVE ME A BREAK! YOU KNOW I OWN UP TO MY MISTAKES WHEN IT’S WARRANTED!”

Her eyes bulged, “SO, BORDERLINE CHEATING IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND ISN’T A MISTAKE TO YOU?! DOESN’T WARRANT AN APOLOGY?”

Lando scoffed loudly, heels of his hands coming to dig into his eyes, “I’m so fucking over it. You know I hate having to entertain them. You know I do.”

“Do I?” She challenged, staring right at him when he let his gaze wander to hers.

His mouth stood agape, “You think I want to cheat on you?”

She shook her head in return, “I don’t fucking know at this point, Lando. It’s awfully convenient that we have to stay private according to you just as all these women begin to throw themselves at you.”

“I’M NOT SOME MAN WHORE, JESUS CHRIST!” He yelled, pushing past her and walking toward her front door.

Clad in gray sweatpants and no shirt, he shoved on the hoodie he had left strewn across her couch when they first came in, “I’m leaving.”

She laughed, “Oh, what? I find out what the fuck you’re doing behind my back and you run away? Perfect!”

His hand on the door knob, keys in the other, he forcefully turned around and yelled, “NO! I’M NOT FUCKING RUNNING OUT WHEN YOU’VE CAUGHT ME. YOU HAVEN’T BECAUSE I’M NOT DOING THAT SHIT BEHIND YOUR BACK. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU. LEARN TO BELIEVE IN THAT AND THEN COME FUCKING TALK TO ME!”

He slammed the door shut on his way out, definitely waking up some neighbors in the process. Y/n stared at the white paint, it’s continuous chipping off the wood annoying her, and cried. Cried like she had lost him all over again and cried because he brought up an eye opening point.

She didn’t believe that he loved her.

And she never had.

—

Y/n’s persistent knocking had Lando opening his door aggravatedly.

“We need to talk.” She said authoritatively, walking through the threshold without any permission.

He scoffed at her behavior, eyes rolling as he watched her retreat further into his apartment.

“Alright, about what?” He asked, his arms coming to tangle against his chest.

She turned around, looking at him sympathetically, a look so contrasting to the fiery one she had shot him throughout their fight the night before that he was reminded of how much he cared for her. That look had started it all, the adoration and yearning in her eyes that had pulled him in and refused to let him go. His eyebrows knitted together, head tilting as he willed the tears in his eyes away.

“What are we doing?” She said, clearly shocked over the trajectory of their relationship.

His mind froze, “I… don’t understand.”

She mirrored the cocking of his head, “Lando, ever since we got together, all we’ve done is fought. The love we share doesn’t amount to anything when it comes to how this has worked out. It doesn’t make sense, it never did. We were never supposed to work together.”

Was she really doing what he thought she was doing?

He shook his head, “Y/n, what are you going on about? Baby, I lov-”

She interrupted him quickly and tearfully, “Don’t call me baby. Please. Because of you, I’m a mess and an idiotic fool. I’ve ruined myself over and over again for you, and it never seems to be enough. I give and I give and I give, and nothing ever ends up meaning something. I’m sick and tired of sneaking around, using a different perfume when I’m with you so that no one can smell me on you, taking different streets so the paparazzi doesn’t see me leave your place. I’m sick of taking small looks from you when other girls get your full attention. I’m over being second to everybody else when I know I deserve better. My love for you isn’t enough for the pile of lies and gaslighting I’ve put myself through.”

Lando’s eyes searched hers for any kind of hesitation or regret, but all he found was an unwanted amount of tears and looks of exhaustion. He couldn’t believe the woman he had fallen so deeply in love with had gone on like this for so long and he never knew. It was as if he was waking up now, realizing just how much he had pushed her with his fears and just how late he was to save it all.

When he didn’t respond, she took a deep breath, wiped away the tears that stained her cheeks, and continued, “I can’t do this with you anymore. I won’t give you the typical it’s not you, it’s me. You don’t deserve that. I can’t do this with you anymore because it’s not worth it anymore. All the pain I feel, I constantly feel, has outweighed whatever this was. For my own sanity, I can’t be with you any longer.”

When he spoke, Lando wasn’t expecting to find his voice so broken, wet with the beginning emotions of unrequited love, “But, it has to be, Y/n. Your love for me has to be enough. My love for you is enough. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

She shook her head, swallowing thickly as she looked down at her shoes, “No, Lan, because my actions never made you doubt the love I had for you. Yours did. The constant shutting down when I asked when we could tell Max, the flirting with other women, the ignoring me when I was around you in a room full of people. That was the gradual journey that I was forced to embark on because I wanted you so bad. But, last night, after you told me to come talk to you when I started believing how you felt toward me, I realized that that day would never come. I don’t even imagine myself understanding the feelings you have toward me. If anything, come to me when you learn how to love me publicly.”

Lando reached out for her, but it only pushed her closer to the door, “This can’t be it, Y/n. I didn’t wait years for this to happen, only it to end this way. Please, there has to be something I can do.”

His pleading increased the tears falling from both their eyes, a painful reminder of the deep scar forming on their hearts, “No, Lando. There isn’t. That’s why I’m here and telling you what I am. Trust me,” She took a step forward, hand rubbing the skin of his cheekbone while the other splayed across his jawline, “If there was a way for this to be fixed, I would tell you. Realizing we don’t work is one of the worst heartbreaks of my life, but it’s life, right?”

His eyes closed at her touch, “But, what’s life without you?”

His whispering broke any semblance of her soul as she whispered back, “That’s what we both need to find out.”

Torturously, at the end of her sentence, the warmth of her palms was disappearing from his face and the grave coldness was returning. When he opened his eyes, he found the love of his life lingering next to the door, ready to leave him and the life he thought they would build together.

“What happens if we both find out that life without each other isn’t something we can sustain? What if we miss each other?” He tried. Anything to keep her for a second longer. Anything to get her to stay.

She shrugged, wiping a hand over her face to dry it, “I don’t know, Lando, but I think we won’t have to find out. I think this is for the best.”

Again, she sent him that gaze he fell in love with all those years ago before she walked out.

So ironic that that would be the last thing he remembered from the conversation where she ended it all.

So ironic that the face that had brought him happiness for such a long time would be the face of the greatest pain he would ever feel.

A/N: how y’all feeling about that part 2?

[jessjad]

More than this

Summary: Y/N and Dean have been together for a while now, but she's not sure if this is going any further. More and more it feels like he only wants one thing from her and Y/N isn't sure if she can continue to give it to him.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 4417

Warnings: 18+ only!!! some smutty smutness (a little rougher in the beginning), a little heartbreak, some angst, fluff and some realizations

A/N: Hello! 😊 So, I had this idea in my head and I really wanted to write it out, but I had to redo it a couple of times until I got it right. Get ready for some feelings. All mistakes are mine!

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"You like this, right?"

Dean murmured roughly into Y/N's ear while he kept pounding her hard into the matress. She was laying underneath him, legs around his hips and taking his rough thrusts with accompanying moans. Yeah, she liked it. Dean knew just how to make her come, how to manhandle her, but she could not answer him. In a way she just wanted it to be over. He kept talking dirty to her and started to grib her throat lightly. With his other hand he took one of her calves and brought her leg up on his shoulder to change the angle, to get even deepr into her heat.

"Oh, I know you like this, sweetheart. Hitting every sensitive spot insight you while I fuck you really hard. Just to keep you on edge." he increased the pressure on her throat a little and started to circle her clit with his thump.

Y/N began to feel a little anxious about the hand on her throat and gripped his wrist with some fear, but that was something that Dean didn't notice while he was chasing his own release. Y/N was sure that he would never hurt her, but that was something knew. Something she actually did not like.

She felt the pressure build in her core and the heat that started to rise up in her body took her mind of the current situation that bothered her. Dean lavished on her nipples with his tounge, intensifying the pressure and in the moment when he let go of her throat, the coil snapped and she came hard on his cock. Screaming his name, Dean's movements began to falter and he too came undone, releasing his sticky seed and filling her to the brim.

The Winchester rolled down of her and layed himself right next to her. Relishing in the feeling of the post sexual bliss, both their breahts came hard while their racing hearts were trying to calm themselfs down again. He closed his eyes and smiled before he turned to the woman next to him, to see how she felt. With one arm drapped over her stomache he gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek, but Y/N didn' react in any way.

"You okay there, sweetheart?" he asked and looked closely at her.

Upon hearing his voice, a smile appeared on her lips and she turned her head to Dean. "Yeah, all good."

To not have to look him into the face much longer she scooded over to him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Now, laying in his warm embrace and hearing his heartbeat, she felt safe, good. Once this rough side of Dean was gone, she wanted to be as close to him as she could. This is what she wanted to experience more with him and she probably should just talk to him. But she didn't know how. And if she was honest, this was somehow all her fault.

When she met Dean for the first time, she was hooked right away. He had put on a charming smile that reached his beautiful green eyes and right away she felt like a fly who was drawn to the light. Although she couldn't really believe that he was actually attracted to her. She was no model and definitly not perfect, but that didn't seem to bother him at all. And so she had no problem to share her bed with him the first night and it was really beautiful.

A string of dates followed in which they got to know each other better and better and they also kept up their nightly activities underneath the sheets. After a month it felt right and Y/N started to fall for the tall man. Her heart began to yearn for him and she could only hope that he was starting to feel the same way. She felt so comfortable with him, because he seemed to genuinely like her just the way she was. And that led to the situation they now found themselves in.

One night, while they were about to make the bed shake again, she had brought it up that she likes it a little harder sometimes. And Dean, the gentleman that he was, tried to do justice to her wishes. In the beginning they tested it out and at some point they found a grove with eachother. It was fun.

But now, over six months later, this was all there was left. Hard, rough sex. No sweet feelings or romance. And also no emotional intimacy. Even the dates had stopped. They only met at her place or, like right now, here in the bunker at Dean's place.

Y/N knew about his actual job and eventhough she didn't want to get involved with it, it didn't bother her. Dean was saving lives, he was a warior. A frecking hero! And that just made her fall for him even harder. But after all this time, she still didn't know if he was falling in love with her too.

Long after Dean felt asleep, Y/N was still lying awake in bed. There was to much going on in her head. She looked over to Dean and tears began to burn in her eyes. As much as she liked the man next to her, this was not what she wanted. Sometimes he was so secretive and she felt like she didn't even know him. It was as if he didn't want to let her into his heart. As if he didn't want to let her share his feelings.

And so, Y/N knew what she needed to do. She needed to get out of here for a while. Needed to get away from Dean and this entrenched situation. A little distance would probably be the best for now. And with this resolution she stood up. Quietly, to not wake up Dean, she put on her clothes and grabbed her stuff. With one last glance back she decided to write him a little note and a minute later she was out of his bedroom.

On her way out of the bunker she passed by the kitchen. The lights were on and when she looked into the room, she saw Sam sitting on the table, his laptop infront of him and a fresh cup of coffee next to it. He looked up after hearing steps, but smiled as soon as he saw it was Y/N.

"Hey! You still awake?" Y/N asked as soon as Sam noticed her.

"Yeah! Yeah, Cas just called. He is on a case in Michigan and needed some help. So, I try to find him some answers."

Y/N only nodded as she took a few steps into the kitchen and smiled. She admired the cohesion the boys shared. They always helped eachother out if needed. Sam on the other hand noticed her backpack that hung from her right sholder and frowned a litte.

"Are you going somewhere? It's still early in the morning?" the younger Winchester asked and directed his attention fully to her.

"Oh, ehm..." Y/N needed to think fast, 'cause she didn't want to lie to Sam. "... I totally forgot that a good friend of mine invited me to her birthday party tomorrow. And since she lives in Jamestown..."

Upon that realization Sam nodded his head. "... it's a long drive to North Dakota."

"Yup." she agreed.

And it was not even a lie. Her friend Lizzy would celebrate her birthday, but just not for four days. Y/N had already texted her friend to let her know, that she would be there a little earlier and when Lizzy would read the message in a few hours she definitly wouldn't mind it. Since they haven't seen eachother in a long time.

"You know, you could've taken a flight down there too." he suggested and stood up from his place.

"Yeah, but I... actually like to drive. You know? Blasting my music, rolled down windows and the wind blows through my hair..."

"Alright, alright." Sam chuckled. "Dean says the same things, so I get it."

Now it was Y/N who laughed a little. But just the thought of the man who owned her heart, stung to some degree. Maybe she should've just talked to him, instead of running away, but she really didn't know how. The one thing she didn't want, was to mess their relationship up. If this even was a relationship.

"Doesn't Dean at least say goodbye to you?" the tall man questioned, while he looked out into the hallway.

"No!" she blurted out way to fast, what gave her an confused look of Sam. "No, but it's okay. We... have been really busy... you know? So... he needs his beauty sleep."

She said and did some randomly gestures with her hands, so that Sam knew right away what she exactly meant. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head, getting a little shy.

"Okay, alright. I don't wanna know... that... actually."

They both laughed and inside Y/N were relieved, that he seemed to believe her. Both of them fell silent again and before she could change her mind, Y/N moved forward and hugged Sam goodbye.

"Don't be up to long. Get some sleep, okay?"

Sam hugged her back, the weird feeling in his gut ignoring for now.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I will."

And without looking back again, she made her way down to the garage to get into her car and leave Lebanon behind her.

Dean didn't know what startled him awake, but when he opend his eyes, the sun had just begun to rise over the horizon. He searched his bedside with his hand automatically, but his eyes followed right away. The place where Y/N had slept just some hours ago was already empty. And cold. Only a little note was laying on the pillow, saying that she was gone for a few days. He sat up and noticed right away that her clothes and backpack were gone, too. What was going on?

The older Winchester got out of his bed and went out into the hallway to look for his girlfriend. But he didn't get to far before Sam appeared infront him on his way to his room, yawning his heart out.

"Hey!" he made himself known. "Have you seen Y/N?"

"Oh, hey Dean." answered Sam a little confused and stopped in his tracks when he reached his brother. "She... went out to her friend. Did she... did she not tell you that?"

Dean huffed. "All I got is this little piece of paper." holding the note up to show it to Sam.

"Dean... did something happen between the two of you?"

"What? No!" he blurted out right away, but the look on Sam's face got him a little worried. "Why?"

Sam relaxed his shoulders a little and shook his head in thought. "I don't know... I've met her in the kitchen before she went out and... I had a weird feeling. You know? She... she didn't seem herself... in a way. As if she... was a little on edge?"

"What?" now Dean was confused. "But eveything was fine when we went to sleep."

To that Sam had no idea what else he could say and a weird silence fell between the two men.

"Alright. I'll try calling her. Thanks, Sam."

"Oh, not... not at all."

But Dean didn't hear that anymore. He was already back in his room, grabbing for his phone.

Y/N was finally able to breath. It was a freeing feeling that she had really needed. Lizzy was surprised that she came over so early for her birthday but she didn't complain either. They had know each other for so many years now, that she was happy to get some alone time with her dear friend.

The only times that Y/N felt a little bit guilty was when Dean texted or tried to call her. She was still not ready to take his calls, because she knew that she would give in the second she heared his beautiful voice. She missed him, though. A lot. She missed him so much, that her heart hurt and screamed his name. So that's why she only answerd his messages, eventhough her answers were short and vague. He knew now where exactly she was, but she also asked of him to wait for her to come back. That she just wanted to spent some long needed time with her friends. And he accepted it.

Now, the birthday party was in full swing and banished her bad thoughts. They all laughed, drank a little and just had a really good time. The girls were sitting outside in the backyard of Lizzys house and enjoyed the fairly warm weather. The hours were passing by quickly and for the first time in the last months Y/N felt carefree. But the later the evening got and the more alcohol flowed, the more intimate the conversations became.

Late at night, there were only Lizzy, Y/N and Cathy, another good friend of the girls, left. And Cathy was very expressive, especially about men. She had just told some funny anecdotes about her past relationships and they were all laughing a good amount. But she also talked about her problems with the new man in her life, named Mike. He was older than her and they came from two very different backrounds. But love had still struck them.

"So, it's all good now? With you and Mike?" Lizzy asked.

"Yeah! Yeah, I talked to him. I just had to and he understood it."

Lizzy saw the lightly confused look on Y/N's face and explained. "Cathy had a little problem with their sexlife and she was debating for quite some time if she should say something or not."

'Huh...' Y/N thought. As it seemed she was not the only one who had those problems.

"Our sex was really boring, you know? Like, reeeeaaaally booooring. I mean, I like it slow and intense sometimes, too. It's not a bad thing. But I also really needed the rough sex. You know? When you're just so pent up and you need to release some stress... a good hard pounding can do wonders, right? " Cathy continued speaking and laughed. "And you two know me. I've always been open about what I like and what not. But with Mike... it was difficult, you know?"

"And how did it... go?" Y/N asked.

She didn't know why she asked that, when she didn't even want to talk about it. But maybe this was the right moment. Maybe she should take advantage of this moment and talk to her friends about her problems too.

"Good, actually. Well, I was really nervous in the beginning, 'cause I truly like the guy, you know? But That was also the reason why I wanted to talk to him."

"Yeah..." Y/N agreed, but had to think about her own situation with Dean. Maybe she made this all into a much bigger thing than it acutally was. "...yeah."

But Lizzy noticed the change in her friend right away. She saw the change in her mood and it got her worried a bit. She had asked Y/N about Dean and how their relationship developed, but she didn't fully answer her question.

"Y/N? You okay?"

That question brought back her attention to her friends and she sat herself up a little straighter.

"Yes... I am." she tried to mask it, but Cathy saw right through it.

"Well, THAT sounded convincing..." Cathy turned around and asked silently for an explanation.

"Y/N, girl... you can talk to us." Lizzy tried and then Y/N just felt the urge to talk to her friends what was on her mind.

"Okay, okay, ehm..." now she felt ridicoulous in a way. "Dean and I... it's mostly good, you know? We get along really well and he swepped me of my feet right away..." she smiled, but that faded quickly.

"There is just one thing... and I don't know what to do abut it..." she shook her head and took a sip of her wine, like trying to steal herself. "I get what you're saying, Cathy. About the rough sex and all. I do like that too, but..."

She felt so awkward talking about this, but she also knew that her friends would not judge her or talk her down in any way. And maybe they could give her advice on how to navigate that ship safely into the haven.

"Okay, I'm just gonna say it." with a deep sigh Y/N kept talking. "When I first talked to Dean about the things I like in bed I also told him that I do like it rough sometimes. And with a charming smile he tried to live up to that. We tried different things until we found a grove we both liked, you know?"

Lizzy and Cathy shared a quick look as if they already knew what was coming next over her lips.

"But since then... rough and hard sex is all that's left. It's like... nothing else is existing anymore. We stopped going on dates, we are not talking to eachother anymore like we did in the first few months... all we do when we meet is eat something and then... on into the bedroom."

"Y/N..." Cathy said, but the woman continued talking.

"Don't get me wrong: He is not hurting me or forcing himself on to me or any of that. Not at all. I do like that kind of sex and he knows my body like a violin. But... it feels like it's just sex and nothing more. No romance, no emotional intimacy, no... connection. You know what I mean? And I miss that. I miss the slow, passionate sex. The lingering touches and the soft kisses... we don't have that anymore."

"Do you love him?" Cathy asked after a moment where noone knew what to say and Y/N did not have to think about it.

"Yeah. I do." and that truth hurt.

"Then you should definitly talk to him. Tell him how you feel and that you need more. This is not something you can just... sit out, you know?"

"But... that's the problem. I... I just don't know how. He seems so content and I don't wanna ruin our relationship by causing an maybe unnecessary problem."

"But it's never unnecessary to talk about the way you feel and try to improve your relationship with him. And when Dean loves you too, then he should have no problems with that, right?" Lizzy asked.

Y/N wanted to agree. It made so much sense hearing this from her friends and now she was wondering why she did not just try it. She was even questioning her behavier right know in leaving Dean and not telling him why. Her mind was racing and she felt tears starting to burn her eyes.

"Dean does love you... right?" Lizzy wondered.

But Y/N could not reply right away to her friend. She wiped the tears from her cheek that were now rolling down her face.

"Honestly, I... I don't know..."

After that relevation the other two girls came over and embraced Y/N into a big hug. But none of the three ladies saw the green eyed man that stood in the shadows, looking into the backyard and balling his fists, while he eavesdropped the whole conversation and tried to hold back his own tears.

"You need to talk to him, Y/N."

"I know, Lizzy. I will."

"And if he doesn't understand it, then he is not the right guy for you."

The little goodbye scene kept playing over and over in Y/N's head. She had really awesome friends who tried to help and protect her and in the end, this little hide out was what she had needed. Because one thing became really clear to her and that was that she loved Dean. Her heart was his and she wanted at least fight for it.

But now, sitting in her car in the bunker's garage, nine hours later her nerves were starting to get to her. Maybe Dean was angry with her for leaving him so suddenly. Maybe he didn't wanted to talk to her anymore. Maybe, maybe, maybe...

She took a deep breath and stealed herself before she finally got out. With her bag over her right shoulder Y/N stepped into the war room, but the bunker layed erriely dark and quiet. Putting her bag down she went to look for Dean or Sam, but could not find any of the men right away. Which was weird, because she had told Dean that she would be back this evening. When she went down the hallway to the bedrooms she saw a light after turnig the corner to where the Dean Cave was.

Her heart started to race a little, but when she reached the door and opened it, she didn't know what to say or think. The room was enlightened by a lot of candles. The two armchairs were standing on a wall and a big pull out couch had took in their place. On a sidetable were some brugers, fries, drinks and an apple pie, ready to be eaten. What was happening?

By the sound of Dean clearing his throat Y/N was startled a little, but her eyes found him only seconds later. He was wearing dark Jeans, a black shirt and her favorite brown and grey checkered button down. He smiled, but also he seemed almost a little shy.

"What..." Y/N couldn't quite believe it and was touched at the same time.

"To much?" he asked with a wry grin.

"No! No, I... love it."and she really did, her heart was mealting on the spot. "But... why?"

Dean sighed. "Okay." he came over to her and took her hands in his.

But he did not really know how to start this conversation. In his mind he had time to think about it and in the end he had decided to just wing it, when the moment came. Only now this idea was probably not the best one he ever had.

"I'm so bad at this..." he grumbled to himself, but Y/N had still heared him. "I'm sorry... Y/N."

The woman furrowed her brows a little in confusion. "What?"

"I should've noticed something. I should've realized that... something was not right between us."

"Dean..."

"I know I've been really busy lately with my work. We didn't have a lot of time for us and... god, I should've at least noticed the signs during our sex...."

Now Y/N took a step back and looked at the man infront of her questioningly. "What do you mean?"

Dean's eyes widened. "Crap..." he uttered and scratched his head. "I, ehm... after you'd been gone for four days, I followed you to Jamestown to see you."

"You did?"

"I felt like I had to. You didn't answer my calls and I had the impression that you were pulling away from me. That I was about to lose you. So I wanted to talk to you one last time."

"But..." now she was really confused. "I did not see you. You weren't there..."

"I was... but I didn't get the chance to make myself known. You were sitting outside... with your friends..."

She needed a moment before she realized what he just had said. He was there and had heared everything she was explaning to Lizzy and Cathy. He knew it now. He knew what was going on in her.

"Oh god..." an uncomfortable feeling rose within her and she touched her forehand to collect her thoughts. "I wanted to talk to you, Dean. I really wanted to. But I just didn't know how and I didn't want to..."

"I love you." Dean cut her off. "Y/N... I love you."

His words started to sink in and tears began to build in her eyes.

"I should've told you that way sooner, but... like I said, I'm really not good at this. But that's not a good excuse either. And I don't wanna lose you over something that we can fix without any problems."

He touched her cheek and tried to catch the now falling tears with his thump.

"You are so important to me... and I hope you will never feel like you can't talk to me again.

And to prove his point, he kissed her. A little cautious at first, but Y/N gave in right away and so he could deepen the kiss. It felt so good, she had really missed that, but she was still a little nervous. She layed her arms around his neck and buried her hands in his hair. Dean embraced her into a tight hug and moved from her lips to her neck. She moaned softly and goosebumps rose all over her body.

His hands slowly made their way down to her hips and landed on her bottom. He gentle squeezed and massaged her ass, while she rubbed herself on him. It felt like they were back at the beginning months ago, when they started dating. The lingering touches, the soft moans. As if they had all the time in the world.

Their clothes fell slowly piece by piece to the floor and after Dean brought Y/N down on the couch, the underwear was all that was left. But Dean kept holding her tightly in his arms, kissed her slowly but very passionately. Legs and arms intertwined it felt like they were trying to become one, not just physically but with their minds, too. Like Dean tried to connect their souls with eachother.

When the rest of the fabric fell, Dean kept eye contact while he entered her with slow and deep strokes. He moved with passion and desire as he put his hand under her hip to change the angle, to be even deeper connected to his girl.

"I love you." he said again, after he picked up some speed.

"I love you, too." Y/N answered as she came closer and closer to her climax.

And while they both came undone, her heart was bursting with love for this man, who loved her back just as much.

A/N: I don't know why, but I really loved this. 🥰 I hope you liked it too. And to anyone who came across this, let me know what you think. I'd appreciate it. 😊

@lyarr24 @leigh70 @k-slla

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Galaxy girl | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Matt has a crush on Y/N, an influencer extremely well-known in the USA, but when she goes to the Zach Sang Show, Matt discovers that she also has a crush on him. When the two meet at a party, how will Matt react?

Requested?: Yes, from anon.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Hi beautiful people! I'm Zach, and that is Dan, and welcome to the studio for the first time after many requests, Y/N!" Zach began with his standard intro, the camera moving away from him and onto Y/N, who was sitting comfortably on the couch facing her microphone.

"Hii, wow... I've lost count of how many nights I've spent hours watching your show, Zach, so being here is an honor! Thank you so much for having me." Y/N spoke with a smile on her face, her eyes shining with excitement.

"It's amazing to have you here too. Believe me, the honor is ours." Zach replied, smiling just as much. "But tell me, how is life? Crazy, I imagine." He asked with a smile, taking in Y/N's features.

"Don't remind me, literally crazy! As I have Instagram, Tiktok, and YouTube to manage and post content every day, at least in one, I haven't had time to stop much, you know?" Y/N spoke while gesturing with her hands. "But it's been incredible. Over the past five years, I've loved every moment of it."

"I can only imagine, especially since you have a knack for fashion too, right? I see you a lot at events." Zach commented, taking a sip of his water.

"Yes, exactly. My content is a little bit of everything: humor, fashion, relationships, makeup, Q&A, day-to-day life, etc. I like this really mixed stuff." The girl let out a laugh when she finished.

"Yes, I think that's what attracts so many audiences to you too, right? You have subjects that cover all audiences." Zach commented, receiving a nod from the influencer. "And tell me a little about how it all started, from the beginning."

"Well, I've always been a person who loved to talk, my friends at school joked that if I sat next to an unknown person for ten minutes, within the first minute I would come up with a random topic and start a conversation." Y/N smiled when she heard Zach comment that that was something super interesting and traits of an extroverted person. "Plus, I've always liked having an audience and social media. I had Musical.ly many years ago, where I posted short makeup and hair videos."

"Wow, Musical.ly, I completely forgot it existed." Dan commented, laughing along with the other two.

"Yes, it looks like it was a crazy dream." Zach nodded, glancing briefly at Dan before returning his gaze to Y/N. "I saw some videos from that time. You once mentioned that you took makeup courses, right?"

"Yes, I took makeup courses at Make-up Forever Academy while I was at school. It's always been my favorite hobby." Y/N said, as she stirred her Starbucks coffee cup, her drink still warm. "And on Musical.ly, I only posted that, but over time, the app lost popularity, and people started looking for me on Instagram. At the time, my Instagram was pretty empty, I didn't post almost anything there, just some also makeup things. But then, I needed to change that since Instagram gave me a lot more tools to create more expansive content. It was the moment that I completely lost my shyness with cameras, you know? That's when I started talking about other things besides makeup and hair, and the audience grew. Famous people started following me as well, I remember I panicked about that." She paused, laughing, accompanied by Zach, who was listening intently.

"And my followers started asking for a YouTube channel, where I could make longer videos and each one about something specific. I thought a lot about it, but I took courage and created my channel, and it totally exploded, almost all of my followers from Instagram started to follow me there, but on YouTube the number of people doubled."

"It caught the attention of the public who only used YouTube, right?" Zach commented, nodding in understanding.

"Exactly! And I was just with this two social medias for a few years, until I discovered Tiktok, that's when I discovered that it was like an improved Musical.ly, and that a lot of people made content just on it. I remember thinking: why not? I was already fully on the Internet, and it wouldn't hurt to have another social network. The audience continued to grow, and there were shares all the time, likes, and comments, and with that, we reached 16 million subscribers on YouTube and 6 million followers on Tiktok and Instagram." Y/N finished, her face showing a smile as she momentarily remembered her long journey there.

"Your history with the Internet is truly incredible, you are one of the biggest influencers in the United States and well known all over the world, having started at 15 years old and fighting to grow and gain your own space." Zach praised, clapping playfully as Y/N waved her hand like it was nothing, her face turning red in embarrassment. "But you mentioned a subject I wanted to bring up: celebrities." He said, laughing when he saw the girl take on a fearful look.

"Jesus, what are you going to say?" Y/N asked with a smile on her face, she had already opened up her life and tastes so much to her audience, that she knew she would definitely have said something about celebrities that she didn't remember at that moment, but that Zach would bring up.

"There was a video on Tiktok where you were answering a question from a fan, who had asked what your favorite YouTube channel and your celebrity crush were." Zach began, approaching the microphone to his face. Y/N widened her eyes, taking a sip of her drink to hide her expression, vaguely remembering the video in question. "And you answered that your favorite channel was the Sturniolo Triplets and that your celebrity crush was Matt Sturniolo, is that correct?"

"Oh my God." Y/N muttered, hiding her red cheeks in her hands. "Yes, it is." She let out a nervous laugh. "The triplets are super funny, I just love their content! I'm not going to lie, I've never missed a video of them. I saw that Chris came here this year, right? I think their journey with YouTube is incredible." She said, Zach nodding as he confirmed that Chris had been on the show recently.

"They really are incredible people. Their content is gold. But, is Matt still your crush?" He asked again, looking at her with a smile on his face.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" Y/N asked as she smiled sheepishly. "Yes, he's still my crush. I mean, have you seen that man? He's hot, has an incredible sense of humor, and is kind! Just perfect, just no more than Harry Styles." She counted the characteristics mentioned with the fingers of her right hand, laughing when she mentioned the British singer, trying to take all attention away from her admission about her crush.

"Yeah, guys, it seems like if you're not Matt, or Harry, you don't enter Y/N's list." Zach joked, looking at the camera, receiving laughs from the other two there.

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The triplets were lying on the sofa in their home, each in a corner of the space, while using their phones. Sounds of tiktoks and reels echoed through the walls.

Nick was on his tiktok, browsing his For You, watching the millions of edits that his fans made for them, some videos of other subjects appearing from time to time. The boy let out a laugh when he saw an edit of himself with clips taken from the last car video, double-clicking on the screen to give it a like before scrolling his thumb up, Y/N's voice suddenly sounding from his phone.

Nick took his thumb away from the screen momentarily, paying attention to what one of his favorite influencers was saying, smiling as he heard her tell a little about her history with social media.

His smile was replaced by wide eyes seconds later when the girl's comment about his channel with his brothers and about Matt sounded.

"What?" He asked loudly, catching the attention of Matt and Chris, who had confused looks on their faces.

"What what?" Chris asked, locking the screen of his phone and tossing it to the side.

Matt only looked up from his own phone screen momentarily, returning his attention to his Instagram feed.

"You know Y/N?" Nick asked, his eyes darting from Matt to Chris quickly.

"That super famous influencer that Matt has had a crush on for years? Yes." Chris agreed, nodding his head as he adjusted himself in his seat, receiving a slap on the arm from his brother, who lowered his cell the moment the girl's name left Nick's lips.

"She knows who we are, and not only that, she talked about us on Zach's show." The redhead said with wide eyes.

"Zach Sang?" Matt asked, receiving a nod from Nick, who got up and walked closer to his brothers, sitting between the two and raising his phone, increasing the screen brightness and volume before hitting play on the tiktok again.

The video was a compilation of the show's favorite moments with the influencer. The triplets watched in silence until they got to the part where Y/N talked about her channel, also confirming her crush on Matt. Chris quickly turned his face to Matt with his mouth open in shock.

"Matt, THE Y/N has a crush on you." Nick reinforced, pausing the video and turning to his brother, who had wide eyes as he looked at the phone that had Y/N's face on the screen, a disbelief look on his own face.

"That's crazy." He muttered, shaking his head in denial. "It's not possible that my longtime crush has a crush on me, too. That only happens in movies. Right?" Nick rolled his eyes at the comment.

"It might be crazy, but it's not a lie. She wouldn't talk about our channel and reveal her crush on you if it was a lie or a joke." Chris commented as he fixed the hood of his sweatshirt, earning a nod from Nick.

"Next week, there will be that huge and super chic party for the biggest influencers and YouTubers in the United States here in LA, and we received an invitation. I'm absolutely sure she will be there. It would be a great opportunity to make contact with other YouTubers and get to know her, maybe even ask her to participate in a video with us." Nick reminded his brothers of the invitation, locking his phone screen and looking at the two.

"Are you sure about that?" Matt asked, an expression of uncertainty on his face. Out of the three, he was the least fond of parties, although none of them were very fond of it either.

"It would be great for the channel, Matt." Chris reinforced, shrugging. "It wouldn't hurt to try. If we don't like it, we can leave right away. But meeting Y/N seems amazing to me right now, and it would be a great opportunity for you."

"Okay."

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"Are you guys sure about this?" Matt asked after turning off the key in the ignition, keeping his hands on the wheel as he looked ahead, his ears picking up the loud sound coming from the party.

"Matt, it's just going to be a test, okay? It's interesting for us to make more contacts." Nick responded from the backseat, resting his hands on the sides of the front seats as he looked in the rearview mirror, waiting for Matt to look back.

Matt looked up, focusing on Nick through the mirror, who had a neutral expression. The boy shifted his gaze to Chris beside him, who was already looking at him.

Chris offered a reassuring smile, taking his left hand to Matt's right shoulder, squeezing the area.

Matt exhaled deeply as he mentally prepared himself. It had been years since he had attended such a big party.

It didn't take long for the triplets to get out of the vehicle. Matt locked the doors before they started their walk to the mansion where the loud sound of pop music was coming from.

Nick quickly pulled from the pocket of his jeans the invitation he had received in the mail that stated his and his brothers' names on expensive-looking paper and beautiful writing, holding it ready to present to the security guards at the front.

After being granted entry, the three entered the house, stopping for a few seconds at the beginning of the living room while their eyes traveled over the people there, recognizing some of their social media.

The mansion was extremely chic, decorated with golden tones and diamond chandeliers, long marsala red curtains covered the huge windows and columns that resembled those of Greek temples were spread throughout the space, along with two staircases in each hemisphere of the room with wooden handrails and a red carpet that led upstairs.

Youtubers, influencers, and celebrities filled the space, talking or dancing, some drinking, dressed in extravagant and expensive clothes.

Chris surreptitiously pointed to a specific point, making his brothers look there.

"That's Y/N, right?" He asked, earning a nod from Nick.

To Matt, the earth seemed to have stopped spinning, and the world seemed to have become static. The celebrities in the room suddenly stopped, the sound became muffled, and the smell of drinks and perfume disappeared. His breathing seemed to catch, and his throat felt dry.

Y/N looked perfect, having opted for an all-silver outfit: a mid-length skirt with a thigh-high slit from Diesel draped in synthetic silver along with a white crop top also from Diesel adorned her body. A pair of thin silver high heels decorated her feet, complemented by a silver Diesel bag and jewelry in the same color.

She looked like she came out of one of those galaxy movies, but much prettier than its characters.

Matt could have watched her from afar for seconds or minutes, just admiring her beauty and every detail of herself, but it still seemed to be too quick for his liking. Nick woke him from his hypnosis with a weak slap to his chest, getting his attention.

"You definitely don't know how to disguise it." He commented, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up, Nick." Matt responded quickly, frowning and briefly looking at Y/N again, before turning to his brothers. "I'm going to get something to drink, are you coming?" He asked, needing a cold soda at that moment.

Chris nodded, answering for himself and Nick, following his middle brother to the bar that was in the separation between the kitchen and the living room.

The space was extremely chic, a circle-shaped bar with a gold colored counter decorated with details in yellow and navy blue tiles, giving an air of wealth. At the front there were stools with synthetic gold upholstery and at the back, after the space where the bartender circulated, there was a large circular and high table filled with all types of drinks, including the most expensive ones.

Matt leaned his hips against the counter, choosing not to sit down, and glanced briefly at the bartender.

Nick sat on the stool next to him and Chris sat next to Nick, the two starting a conversation about a subject that Matt didn't pay attention to, his attention focused on the people around him, or rather, on one specific person.

His blue eyes went back and forth to Y/N's silhouette, admiring her from afar as he wished to be by her side, accompanying her and being the person she was talking to.

The girl next to Y/N and who had been talking to her since the moment Matt entered the room walked away, saying something while blowing an air kiss to the influencer, who smiled in response and turned around, facing where Matt was, but not looking directly at him, running her eyes around the people while taking sips of her drink, probably alcoholic.

Matt took a deep breath as he gathered his courage, straightening up and starting to take long steps towards the girl, crossing the room and passing among the famous people there.

"Matt, what do you want to- Matt?" Nick began, turning to where Matt was and stopping mid-sentence when he saw that his brother was no longer there.

"He's on his way to get his pot of gold." Chris commented, poking Nick with the index finger of his left hand and pointing at Matt, who was already approaching Y/N.

The brunette stopped next to Y/N, turning so that he was also facing the people around and shoulder to shoulder with her, a few centimeters between them. His hands were in the front pockets of his jeans as he breathed slowly, trying to calm his nerves.

And then her voice sounded like it was the easiest thing she'd done all day. Her voice was silky in person, so inducing that it sent goosebumps across Matt's skin.

"You were working up the courage to say hi..." She lifts the glass, taking another sip, her lips shiny with gloss and bright red lipstick, her tongue escaping her mouth momentarily, licking the residue of the drink there. "Or would you just stare at me all night?" She turned around, facing him.

Matt almost choked on his own saliva as he heard Y/N confirm that not only had she noticed he was there, but she had also noticed that he had been looking at her this entire time. A weight settled in his chest. Perhaps it was shame or lust due to the way she said that without reservation.

"I didn't mean to disturb you. You seemed quite engaged in your conversation." He made up an excuse, knowing full well that he could have gone to the girl from the moment he arrived, but his fear of what would happen held him back.

"Engaged? In a conversation about who here has the most money and fame?" Y/N threw back, furrowing her eyebrows.

Matt looked around them, stopping his eyes briefly on the girl who had previously spoken to Y/N and who was now watching the people with a gaze torn between judgment and desire. A loud laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head in denial, the pettiness of some people impressed him.

"For what it's worth, you're the only famous person here that interests me." Matt commented, his blue eyes focusing on Y/N's face, analyzing her closely. An expression of satisfaction came over his face as he saw a red color take over her cheeks.

"You flatter me, Matt." Y/N looks back at him, their eyes meeting for a few long seconds, before hers travel across Matt's face, mentally taking note of every detail she could notice in the few seconds.

The boy smiled arrogantly when he saw her eyes on him, receiving an eye roll in response.

"Do you like what you see?" He asked, his voice taking a deeper tone and his pupil dilating as his lips stretched into a smirk.

"Don't let it go to your head." Y/N responded as she scoffed playfully, allowing the beginning of a smirk to emerge on the right corner of her lip.

At that moment, Matt felt like he could do something, anything, that would make her smile like that again or smile a bigger smile. He thought of a million possibilities of what he could say to cause that reaction in her, longing to feel the butterflies in his stomach again.

"You look beautiful tonight." Matt praised, his blue eyes traveling over Y/N's body momentarily, returning to her eyes. "Not that you just look beautiful tonight. You always look beautiful. But today you..." The boy tried to justify, getting caught on his words. "Look perfect."

A sigh escaped his lips, an apologetic look taking over his eyes as his right hand scratched the back of his neck lightly, feeling like a complete idiot for getting tangled up in front of the girl he has a crush on.

"I'm sorry, this isn't how I pictured myself meeting you." He groaned, looking at the ground in shame, hoping something would surge and save him.

"So you imagined meeting me?" Y/N smiled, feeling arrogant. She bit her bottom lip, feeling smug as she watched Matt blush and his eyes widen. "I'm kidding. You look beautiful tonight, too." Y/N let out a low laugh, returning the previous compliment, running her tongue between her lips, wetting them as her eyes traveled over Matt, pausing lingeringly on his exposed collarbone with the tank top he was wearing, the necklaces that decorated his neck made her mouth water.

Before Matt could even open his mouth to answer her, the sound of footsteps approached, catching both their attention. Y/N tore her eyes away from Matt's blue ones and looked ahead, seeing the same girl from before approaching again, holding herself back from instantly rolling her eyes.

The boy realized that the conversation would change direction and that, perhaps, he would no longer be included in it. A subtle sigh escaped his lips, and he tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans again, looking at Y/N briefly, realizing that she was already looking back.

"I'm sorry." She asked, pressing her painted lips into a thin line before a beautiful, wide smile replaced it. "Text me on Instagram. You will be my priority to respond." Y/N spoke before being gently pulled away by her "friend", turning her face back quickly and sending the brunette a wink before looking forward again.

Matt watched her from behind as her high-heeled legs took long, quick steps away from him, a goofy smile taking over his features. He would definitely send that text.

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BOYS LIKE YOU | 2

back to PART ONE

(pairings): highschool!spencer + cheerleader!reader

(warnings): none <3

(word count): 4K

(author’s note): hii i’m so happy to see all the love on part one! i’m so sorry this took a little longer than usual to be posted i’ve had a busy few days, i’ve got plans for one more part for this series, i hope you’ve enjoyed so far 🩷🩷 also I don’t know how i feel about the end of this part, so let me know any feedback!!

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Quickly, you opened his bedroom door to stand at the top of the stairwell, scanning over the living room with ease considering how high up you were. Making sure both your families were occupied with whatever thanksgiving nonsense had presented itself.

Quickly turning your head back to Spencer who stood in the doorway of his bedroom incredibly confused, you silently gestured to him to follow you with the nod of your head, it takes him a few seconds of internally fighting himself before he follows your lead, hopping down the stairs a few beats behind you before the both of you reach the bottom.

“You ready?” You say, getting on your tippy toes to whisper it quietly in his ear, you almost had forgotten how tall he was.

Confused, Spencer’s brows furrow before answering “ready for wh- Ow!” He groaned, hunching over a little at the pain, you felt a little bad for kicking him in the ankle with your boot, but you knew he deserved it a little for being so mean about your cupcake.

“Oh no!” You exclaimed, obviously acting to Spencer but you seemed to have convinced everyone else “I think Spencer sprained his ankle!” Gasping you pretend to comfort him moving him to the dining room chair as he glared at you from the side of his eye, almost instantly his parents had rushed over to the both of you instantly drowning him in worry.

“Are you okay sweetie?” Diana rushed reaching down to touch the ankle he had his hand over, he took a second to look up at you before answering.

“I don’t think so, it really hurts” he huffed rubbing the ankle in question, it shouldn’t have made you smile, but you thought it was sweet that he was going along with your plan and not immediately telling everyone you had just kicked him in the ankle.

It was like when you were kids creating elaborate stories as to why you needed $20 from your parents, claiming it was so you could buy a new textbook for class, when you really just bought Call of duty and played it in his room.

“I can take him to the ER” you offer looking down at Diana “he really shouldn’t be walking on it” nodding, you look between her and Spencer, attempting to read her facial expressions for any suspicions that this one really one big lie.

She looks up at Spencer for a moment, breaking her gaze with him to look at you before nodding “I think that’s a good idea” she smiles reaching up from Spencer to grab your hand in hers, you feel her soft warm palms grasp yours before she rushes to the kitchen for a moment.

Having both your families huddled around the both of you made keeping up the facade incredibly difficult, sure, you could lie to just about everyone and anyone, but lying to your family who knew you more than anything was beginning to become a little difficult.

Diana rushes back with an ice pack before leaning back down to Spencer’s ankle to press it against the bone softly. “Here” your dad mumbles, fishing his car keys from his left pant pocket before tossing them in your direction, so unexpectedly that you barely catch them, fumbling them in the process which causes Spencer to laugh a little beside you.

The first time you had heard him laugh all night, the first time you had heard him laugh in years.

“You’re dead if you scratch that car” your dad sternly tells you before he takes another swig of his beer, pressing your lips together nodding quickly, you glance back down at Spencer for a second seeing a small smirk grow on his face knowing everyone had believed your little coordinated stunt.

After a few moments of hustle, you recruit Brodie to help hobble Spencer out to the black suv as both your parents follow behind, you were still shocked that the scheme had even worked, and that Spencer had gone through with it.

“Why are you here?”

“I thought I’d come along?” Brodie shrugged, clicking his seatbelt before switching his gaze from the backseat between both you and Spencer.

“Get out” you smile nodding for him to leave.

“Why?” He spits, suspicions growing in his mind as his gaze flicks faster between you and Spencer “and since when are you guys even friends?” confused his mouth agape while memories of both Spencer and you being absent from the night caught up to him, if you were going to get away with something, it wasn’t going to be with brodie, that boy was seemingly always one step ahead of you.

He continues to look between the both of you as you both stammer for a response “Oh gross!” He exclaims unbuckling his seatbelt in an instance “are you guys hooking up?” His mouth drops, absolutely staggered by his own conclusion.

Seemingly one step ahead.

You and Spencer stare at each other mouths agape before Spencer begins to loudly, and rudely start fake gagging in response to Brodie claims, shocked you slap Spencer on the shoulder shaking your head in offense, there is no way on earth that boy was seriously fake gagging at the thought of hooking up with you.

“I don’t think there’s a single universe where that would happen” Spencer presses his lips together rubbing his arm where you had inflicted your second act of violence against him tonight.

“Oh?…” Brodie trails off, still incredibly confused on what sort of game you both were playing here.

“I’ll you don’t leave I’ll tell mom how you accidentally linked her credit card to your ark account”

“Okay see ya!” His eyebrows raised before scurrying out of the backseat of the car slamming the door behind him.

You and Spencer sit in comfortable silence for a moment taking deep breaths, both shocked your plan had actually worked.

After a few minutes you break the silence “by the way, in that alternate universe where we don’t hook up, is because I rejected you not the other way around” you point at him before buckling your seatbelt, Spencer only responds by holding his hands up in defense.

The car ride was almost silent other than the sound of the radio quietly playing and your blinker clicking away at each turn, Spencer spent the time gazing out the passenger window watching the houses zoom past him and watched the trees sway in the wind. His mind catches up when he sees the familiar 2 storey white paneled house with your baby blue volkswagen beetle convertible parked in the driveway.

“Why are we at your house?” Spencer questions, concerned, every possible situation flashes through his mind, were you pranking him? Were all your friends waiting there to laugh at him?

You switched the car off before turning to answer “did you think you were going wearing that?” Raking your eyes across his outfit, cringing again at the sight of it “it’s thanksgiving, you’d think you’d at least wear something nice” scoffing you open the drivers seat door before hurrying into your home.

Spencer opens his door before rushing to trail behind you “this is my nice doctor who shirt” he mumbles looking down at his own outfit, ignoring whatever loser sentence had just come from his mouth you push open your door nodding for him to follow.

You don’t turn around to make sure he’s keeping up with you before you hurry up the stairs making a beeline for your bedroom, once Spencer realizes where you’re headed, his footsteps behind you slow down a little only causing you to turn around confused.

“Um I don’t think I should go in there” he mumbled, staring at your bedroom door like he had just seen a ghost.

“Why?” You question, confusion painted over your face.

“It’s just- I don’t know, I just don’t want to” he rushed, face turning pink in embarrassment, it was as if any sort of confidence he had before completely diminished in front of you.

What if he was right? All your friends were sitting in there waiting for him to enter obliviously. He could only imagine how loud their laughs would be, he could almost hear it ringing through his ears.

Tilting your head you watch Spencer as he stands in shock staring at your door, you wave your hand in front of his face, clicking him out of whatever world he had entered “You’re scared of my room?”

“No- no… there’s no one in there, is there?” He sheepishly responds, pink traveling up to the tips of his ears.

“Yeah Spence the whole cheer squad is in there” the colour instantly drains from his pink embarrassment ridden face “no, there’s no one in my room… weirdo” you whisper pulling the door handle to swing it open, Spencer almost flinched at the sight of your bedroom.

Unlike his, your room was completely re arranged, the colour of your walls even had even been painted from pastel pink to light grey. He took a moment to scan around the room, everything had a place, every colour cohesive. He paused a little when he glanced at the numerous photo frames scattered across your bedroom, frames that once held photos of you at dance competitions, photos of you and Spencer riding your bikes or at your birthday parties, had been replaced by photos of your cheer team or you and your group of friends at parties.

Except for the picture frame on your bedside table, inserted with a photo of the both of you from science camp discovering how hydrogen peroxide and potassium iodide reacted for the first time.

He felt his heart unwillingly tighten at the thought that you still cared about him at least a little.

“Alright” you mumble digging through your wardrobe drawers completely oblivious to Spencer wandering your room deep in thought “here!” You exclaim pulling the grey hoodie from the bottom of your drawer, you chuck it at Spencer unexpectedly causing him to stumble backwards a little at the impact.

“Who’s is this?” he wonders, holding the hoodie up to see the garment, which was evidently much too large for you.

“Mine” you answer, while you tried to tidy up your now messy wardrobe, he shoots you a look, and despite you not being able to see, you could feel it by the silence “I like to buy boys hoodies” shrugging you stand back up brushing past him to Brodies room, in search of some pants, letting out a little ‘aha!’ when you found the one nice pair of jeans brodie owned, which you had bought.

You tossed the jeans at his chest which is he surprisingly caught this time around. You stood in the doorway of your room for a moment while Spencer held the pile of clothes in his arms, stunned like a deer in headlights.

“I’m gonna go downstairs so you can change” you nod before closing the door and hopping down the stairs before he could respond.

You hadn’t even had time to check your phone since you had gotten to thanksgiving, switching it on, the screen filled with numerous group chat messages and texts from your friends asking if you were still coming, which only earned a groan from you, you loved your friends, really, but sometimes it felt like they always wanted something from you.

Snapped out of your thoughts by your door snapping closed, you look up from the kitchen island to see Spencer’s black converse stepping down the stairs.

You’d never actually seen him wear anything other than graphic T-shirt’s and sweaters before, and although you thought those were indeed very him. It was like you were seeing a completely different version of him.

a version that didn’t dress like a clone of your brother.

“I feel stupid” he chuckles looking down at what he was wearing.

“You look cute” you smile at him laughing a little before switching your attention back to your phone.

Although a small gesture from you, your words made Spencer huff with a loss of breath, not one person in his entire life besides his mother had called him cute, other than you.

He stood there reminded of the times you used to ensure he looked cute while wearing a tree costume for the annual middle school play, or when he broke his arm and you had to convince him he looked fine with his cast, although he felt stupid you had told him he looked cute, you even drew pink hearts on his cast to make sure he knew.

But you called everyone that, he knew it was your favourite adjective.

“Alright” you chirp snapping him from his thoughts “you ready to go?” Spencer fizzles out from his thoughts to respond with a nod, which you return with a smile grabbing your keys from the kitchen bench.

The car ride remained silence for the most part, ears filled with the speakers softly playing Faye Webster and the sounds of cars buzzing around you.

“You know, you’re a lot quieter then when I tried giving you that cupcake” you chuckle turning for a moment to look at Spencer’s jawline as he gazed out the passenger window.

You only watched him shrug from the corner of your eye before responding “I feel safer in my room… in my house I guess” mumbling Spencer looks down at his lap before he starts to pick at his fingers.

You glance over again, watching how the red like from the traffic light shone over his face, you lick your lips before answering “I like it when you’re nice to me” you admit sheepishly snapping your head to meet the road again.

“I’d like it if your friends were nice to me” he mumbles again not daring to meet your eyes scared of your reaction.

“What?” You respond furrowing your brows in confusion “are they not nice to you?” A concerned look shoots through your face turning to face Spencer once again, this time his gaze meets yours simultaneously.

Spencer’s face reads confused as well, why were you confused? You’d been at high school for almost 4 years at this point, you’d had to be stupid to not realise the social ladder that your peers had created to make people like Spencer feel inferior.

“Are you kidding?” He responds, same confused look painted across his face “they’re not nice to anyone but themselves, you’d have to be blind not to see it” convinced you were playing some sort of game, he doesn’t show any sort of affection in response, but he knew you weren’t stupid.

You both sit in silence for a minute before you muster up a response, you weren’t stupid, you knew your friends weren’t the nicest to everyone but you convinced yourself that if you never indulged it didn’t count, you were never mean to anyone so you never felt as if you had their words on your conscious.

Selfishly because they were never mean to anyone you really cared about, you thought.

“Am I mean to you?” You questioned quickly, searching his face for a reaction, it only twisted in question before he responded.

“I don’t think so” he whispers softly which you barely register over the music.

You knew you were, not outright mean but mean by association, you never stopped their comments about passing by students, you usually never indulged but you were just as mean for letting them go so nonchalantly, cause although not about Spencer, they were about somebody’s Spencer.

It’s almost like you could feel Spencer’s heart beating yourself, the view of the 3 storey modern shaped grey and white home was enough to make Spencer’s heart beat spike while he watched people run in and out of the house, people he knew, people he had classes with.

You couldn’t help yourself but reach over to grab Spencer’s cool hand “you’ll be fine” you nodded giving it a squeeze before letting go to unbuckle your seatbelt.

His heart did something other than beat profusely, it tightened as you dropped his hand, and he hated it.

Trailing behind you like a lost puppy he took a moment to examine his surroundings, he recognised almost every person stumbling in and out of the house from classes or kids he tutored.

Almost instantly, you were embraced by a wave of girls who he had recognised as your cheer friends, laughing and giggling while they squealed about your outfit and hair, he stood behind you feeling like he was made from glass being absolutely ignored by anyone in his vicinity.

He stood staring at the tops of his laces for a moment, the sounds of loud music and chatter filling his ears as he waited for you to turn your attention to him instead.

“Ready?” You chirp as your friends wondered off in different directions, you told them not to wait up, and frankly they were much too indulged in themselves to even register the 6 foot boy hiding behind you like a child.

The last time you had asked if he was ready, you sent your shoe straight to his ankle so he shot a confused look in your direction.

Noticing his concern you chuckle before grabbing his hand to drag him through the sea of drunken teenagers.

He looked down at your hand, your cool rings flush against his own, his eyes widened a little when he felt his heart beat a little faster at the contact, and god he couldn’t stand it.

Eventually you dragged him to the kitchen where only two people had occupied, you dropped his hand behind you to embrace the girl sitting on top of the kitchen island, Spencer recognised her, you and Gianna had been friends since the first day of high school, and she was the only one of your friends Spencer could stand.

“Oh hi Spencer!” She smiled after breaking from your hug, she took a swig of her cup before taking a chance to scan over his outfit “not to be mean or anything, but did you get invit-” although she asked innocently you slapped her in the arm before she could continue.

“I have a love story to witness” smiling you nudge Spencer in the shoulder a little only earning his cheeks to turn pink as he looked down at his shoes a little longer “Sadie Keller has a big fat crush on him and so does he” you laugh making your way over to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water, Spencer only nervously laughed at your words.

“Sadie Keller?” Gianna questions tilting her head a little earning a shy nod from Spencer “oh! are you her tutor?” She points at Spencer grinning a little.

“Um..” he mumbled turning to face you “yeah”

“God, she doesn’t stop yapping about you” giggling she takes another sip from her cup, she turns around for a moment scanning through the crowd “Sadie!” She yelled flailing her arm to grab her attention.

Almost frantically he turns to you who looked more than entertained seeing how embarrassed he got, you both look up at the sea of people watching as Sadie’s cherry red hair gets closer and closer pushing through the crowd of teenagers.

Spencer jumps a little at the grasp of your hand again, smiling up at him for a second giving his cold hand a squeeze “good luck Spence” you nod before you beckon Gianna from the kitchen island to leave spencer to fend for himself.

Spencer’s eyes follow you as you walk to the direction of the pool arm in arm with Gianna, before snapping to the pretty girl in front of him.

Your heart tightens just a little as you leave him there, furrowing eyebrows as you notice the feeling, the same feeling you had in seventh grade when he got partnered up with Ava Milligan instead of you.

The sounds of the thumping music fades out at you both walk to the pool outside taking a seat on the edge, it was typical for you and Gianna to sit at the pool together at parties, she was the only person that agreed the party scene wasn’t her favourite, you both were homebodies, but high school hustle made not attending parties sound like social suicide.

Giggling as you slipped your boots and socks off to dip your feet in the cool pool you both sit for a little leaning on each other in a comfortable silence in each others company.

You can’t help but glance through the glass doors into the kitchen, and feel the way your heart thumps at the view of Spencer and Sadie sitting on the kitchen island giggling at god knows what.

What could they possibly be laughing about? what could she have possibly said to make him laugh?

“Okay spill” Gianna mutters, snapping you from your Spencer induced trance, you only shoot her a confused look back “You show up at a party with the boy you’ve been in love with for like forever, I know something’s going on in that pretty little head” she chuckles nudging you a little, causing you to laugh in response.

“I’m not in love with him” you mumble back turning your attention to your feet swaying in the cool water, she raises an eyebrow, obviously not believing a word coming from your mouth.

“Okay, you keep thinking that” she smiles slinging her arm over your shoulder while your heads lean together gazing at the blue water “I just didn’t think you’d pass him off so easily… you know he looks at you the same way you look at him, deny it all you want” she whispers, only the faint sounds of the party and the small water splashing occupying your ears.

You knew she was right, god you were in love with Spencer Reid no matter how much you wanted to deny it, that’s why you kept his stupid photo on your bedside table, and why you made cupcakes every thanksgiving, and why him completely shutting you out hurt so much.

Giannas head lifts from your shoulder at the sound of the glass door snapping shut, your eyes raise to meet Spencer standing there smiling a little at you “my queue to leave” Gianna laughs before leaving a kiss on the top of your head before hopping up from the pool edge grabbing her shoes in one hand nodding at Spencer as they brushed past each other, she turns around to mouth a quick ‘good luck’ before returning to the commotion of the party.

“How’d it go” you beam as he made his way down to sit next to you criss cross at the pool.

“Good… I think but she asked me to go ice skating” he mumbles furrowing his brows a little.

“That’s great!” You foreign excitement reaching to grab his shoulder “why do you look so sad about it?”

“God..” he groans reaching to rub his face with his hands “I can’t ice skate”

You giggle a little at his despair “sure you can… we went together in sixth grade remember?”

“I broke my arm that day”

“Oh” you respond, memories flashing through your head “you did didn’t you, you had that cute little cast I used to draw hearts over” giggling at the memory you continue to swish your feet in the water.

There was that feeling again, his heart thumping a little louder than before, it was like anytime you said something about him that he was sure you wouldn’t remember, his heart skipped a beat, and he could feel his palms get warmer.

“I’ll teach you” you smile pulling him from his thoughts “I don’t think Sadie will want to drive you to the ER for another broken arm” you chuckle bringing your lip up to your teeth for a moment.

“Think of it as a practice date”

“A practice date it is” he chuckles smiling back at you, you both meet each others gaze for a moment, you felt a pit grow in the bottom of your stomach as you both sit in silence searching in each others eyes.

You never could admit it, but he was still the boy you fell in love with in fifth grade, and you were still the girl in love with him.

PART THREE

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joel miller - our little secret

summary: you begin a secret relationship with joel while living with bill and frank

joel miller x female reader

warnings: making out

word count: 1553

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It had been around 3 years since you started living with Bill and Frank and in those past 3 years, you have felt the safest that you had ever been.

Ever since the outbreak began, your life had never been stable and you were constantly losing the people you loved. You deeply missed the mundane things you would do in your life before such as running errands, going to class, and even doing laundry. 

You were ready to end it all until one day, Frank had found you trapped inside of one of Bill’s many traps and saved you. He always told you that he had been trapped the same way. 

At first, Bill wasn’t very fond of you. He didn’t trust you and believed that you would overtake his base camp one day due to your young age, although you would never think to do such a thing.  

Frank had always been welcoming and kind to you and it took Bill a little longer to warm up to you. 

Now, you felt as if you, Bill, and Frank were a little family. 

You followed the same routine everyday: Wake up, change, eat, do your various chores around the neighborhood, eat, and go to sleep. 

Not much had changed over the past few months until Frank had announced that he had been talking to a woman over the radio. 

This made Bill livid. 

He did not want to be in contact with anyone else. When he had planned his base, all those years ago, he planned for it to be just him. Then Frank. Then you. 

Bill didn’t want a random woman finding the location to his base and bringing trouble. He did not trust her one bit. 

“Come on, Bill,” Frank pleaded, “She could have the resources that we desperately need.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Frank. This is my home and I don’t want any outsiders coming in,” Bill said sternly. 

“We were outsiders once too,” Frank said softly, taking Bill’s hand. 

“That’s different,” Bill looked away. 

“Please, Bill, all I’m asking is that you consider it. This could be very beneficial to us. Think of Y/n, she hasn’t seen anyone besides us in a very long time,” Frank said, having the last word. 

A few weeks passed by and the day had come for the two outsiders to make a visit to your home. 

Bill had been reluctant to let them visit, but after Frank's endless pleading, he agreed on one condition. That condition was that they would not know of your existence. 

Bill did not know these people’s true intentions and he desperately wanted to protect you.

From what you had gathered from eavesdropping on Frank’s radio conversations with the two, there is a man and a woman coming to visit. The woman’s name is Tess and the man is called Joel. You were pretty sure that they were in a relationship from hearing the way they talk to each other, but it was never confirmed. 

Frank and Bill had set up a nice table in their front yard, aligning it with your window so that you could watch the exchange.

Even though the two were not going to see you, you still put on your nicest outfit which consisted of a simple black dress and a jacket to keep yourself warm. You put your hair back in a braid and put on some old lipstick that you had once found in one of Bill’s drawers. 

You waited patiently at your window until you heard the sound of two unrecognizable voices. 

Outside of the window, you could see a woman with long, light brown hair walking with an older man who also had brown hair. 

They all sat down and began discussing things which you deemed boring such as where their camps are and what they had to offer. 

You were about to get up and go find some other way to entertain yourself until you looked out of your window and made eye contact with the man, Joel. 

Your heart dropped as he looked up at you with a blank stare. You weren't sure if he even registered that you were there but you prayed that he didn’t.

You saw him open his mouth to say something, but then he looked back up at you and decided not to. 

His eyes stared straight into yours and he was not breaking eye contact until the woman he was with, Tess, tapped him on the shoulder. 

“Is everything ok, Joel?” She followed his gaze and you immediately ducked down. 

“Yeah, sorry, I just thought I saw something,” He said, shaking her off. 

“Anyways,” she broke the awkward silence, “We really appreciate this, Bill and Frank. I do hope we are able to help each other, but Joel and I need to get going before curfew.”

“Of course, please keep in contact on the radio, we are looking forward to it, right Bill?” Frank smiled at Tess, nudging Bill. 

“Sure,” Bill mumbled, not making eye contact. 

The two of them left as Bill and Frank began cleaning up the table. 

As soon as you were sure that the two were truly gone, you made your way downstairs and asked Bill and Frank how it went. 

Frank went on and on about how much he enjoyed the company while Bill stood there silently. 

You smiled at Frank's enthusiasm as you helped them clean up. 

A few months later, Joel and Tess had been regularly trading with Bill and Frank. It was a great help to you because they brought different foods that you never thought you would be able to eat again. 

Even though Bill and Frank were beginning to completely trust Joel and Tess, you were still not allowed to meet them. 

You kept asking them when you could, but they would always brush it off, going on about how unsafe it was for a young woman in this time. 

One day, Bill and Frank had taken a short trip to the paint store across town so you decided to go to the garden in the front yard to help out with the crops. 

“I knew I wasn’t buggin,” you jumped at the noise. 

You held the shovel that you were using in front of you to protect yourself.

“Don’t come any closer!” you tried to sound intimidating, “I’ll hurt you, I swear it.” 

“Darlin, if I wanted to kill you, I already would have,” the man stepped closer, his hand on his gun holster. 

“Joel,” you said, recognizing the man. 

“Now, what’s Bill and Frank hiding a pretty woman like you for? What’s your name?” he asked, taking another step closer. 

“Just wait until Bill sees you. You’ll be in trouble then,” you tried to sound threatening. 

Joel started laughing at this, “I ain’t scared of Bill. Now, answer my question, darlin.” 

“Y/n.”

“When I saw you, I thought I was goin crazy. But here we are,” he took another step forward. 

“Bill is coming back and he will hurt you,” you threatened again. 

“I’m not here for trouble, darlin, I just came to pick up my supplies,” he put his hands up. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” You saw Bill approaching behind Joel with his gun up. 

Joel gave you one last look and then put his hands up, “I swear I’m not lookin for trouble, Bill. I just need my supplies, as we discussed last week.” 

Bill inched closer to Joel with his gun raised, “Stay right where you are and I’ll get it. If I find out that you have done anything to Y/n here, you and Tess will be dead.”

“I know, I know, Bill. As I said, I just need my supplies,” Joel tried to sound calm. 

Bill grabbed the supplies for Joel and he made his way back to the QZ. 

A few months later, you were braiding your hair when you heard the very familiar voice of Joel from your window. 

It was another scheduled day for Bill and Frank to exchange supplies with Joel and Tess. These days had soon become the only things you were looking forward to because it was your only chance to see Joel. 

“Hey, darlin,” you heard from behind you. 

“Joel!” you exclaimed, walking over to him. 

Joel wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. 

“I can’t get you out of my head. I had to see you,” he said. 

You blushed and looked up at Joel, “How did you get away?”

“I told them that I had to use the bathroom,” he laughed. 

Tess was still oblivious of your existence and Bill and Frank were becoming suspicious of you and Joel’s relationship. 

You kept denying it, but they still were still doubtful. 

You were envious of Tess because she got to be around Joel so much while you only had minutes with him once a week. 

“What are you thinkin about?” Joel asked, leading you to your bed. 

“You,” you smiled at him, sitting down on the bed. 

In response, Joel softly kissed you as you got on his lap. 

He pulled you in and a smile formed on your mouth. 

“I wish we didn’t have to hide,” you pulled away. 

“I know, darlin, I know.” 

[hauntedwitch04]

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Cassian x reader

Words: about 0.7k words

Warnings: smut, angry reader at the beginning

Author’s note: Hi loves! I finally managed to write some more after the crazy week I had. Hope it something readable, and I hope you like it, your witch Becky

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DAY 10 : Thight riding

Cassian has been promising you for hours to come to bed, but there is not even a shadow of him.

Increasingly angry I direct you to his study, not far from your bedroom, to check what state your mate was in.

Take a deep breath and with a shove pull down the heavy study door, revealing a sleepy and tired general bent over the bureaucratic papers he must fill out as a report for Rhysand.

As soon as he hears the sound of the door opening he looks up and smiles at seeing you, then frowns, not immediately understanding why you were so angry. His face whitens the second he realizes his mistake, looking at the clock and seeing what time it actually is.

"Honey, just a few more minutes and I swear I'm coming to bed." He says, returning to his cards.

You still then angrily advance quickly to his desk and pound your fists on it, not conceiving of the idea that came into your husband's mind.

"I no longer believe your sailor promises, either come to bed now, or not this time sleep on the couch." You answer, almost shouting, mind you look at him conveying all the dissent I felt at this moment.

He, seeing you so serious is startled for a second and then, smiling and moving slightly away from the table and signaling for you to sit on his lap.

"Tell you what, wait here with me, so we both get what we want: I'll finish this damn form and you can already fall asleep on your favorite pillow." He proposes, hopeful. You pause for a second to think, and then without giving him a proper answer you slide elegantly onto one of his legs, leaning back against his warm bed.

He says nothing and surrounds your shoulders with one arm and continues to work with the other.

The problem now is that you can't sleep.

Your face is in contact with his warm, bare chest, since he is not wearing a shirt. Your hands roam down his back, and you still feel the marks you left on him the other night as he took you against the wall, to make up for the umpteenth time he was late to bed.

You feel a shiver run down your entire spine, and immediately feel your panties get wet from pleasure.

You slowly begin to move your pelvis so that the center of your pleasure makes contact with her thigh, at first imperceptibly, then gradually increasing.

Your mate notices what you are doing and smiles as he grabs your hips and tries to stop you, receiving as an answer a resounding groan of dissent.

"Hold on baby, as soon as we're in bed I'm going to entertain you for real, now stop deconcentrating me that the sooner you let me finish my work, the sooner I can take you over there and make you scream my name." He comments, but you look at him seriously, starting to crawl your pussy down his leg again, kissing his chest and the base of his neck, leaving visible signs of your passage.

"You made me wait, now I get my reward for waiting." You comment, between kisses, and he cannot contradict you.

He thus lets go of your hips, and you begin to move freely in search of the pleasure that is coming closer and closer. Slowly your moans become more and more frequent and turn more and more into uncontainable cries of pleasure, until, with the help of Cassian who also begins to move his thigh, you finally reach orgasm.

You recover your breath for a moment and look into his eyes. It has been several minutes now that he has given up completing what he was doing when you came through the door, watching you chase the pleasure you so longed for.

"I hope you are ready, because that was nowhere near enough to appease my wrath." You comment, as you reach for his pants with your hands.

"At your orders my lady." He replies, leading you to your room.

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I Begin to Desire You. Call it Playing with Fire

Starring: Nakamoto Yuta, Kim Doyoung and Jung Jaehyun

Genre- Vampires, Supernatural, Poly Relationships, Smut, Angst, Slight Fluff, Jealously, and Strangers to Lovers.

Warning: Y/n’s age is not said but implied she is a little older, Yuta, Doyoung, and Jaehyun however are older than her. Also, there is mention of stalking but Y/n is not harmed or taken advantage of. An Animal Death scene will take place. Smut will take place in Part Two of this mini-series.

P.S. I will not have an eighteen-year-old date a 100-year-old man no matter how good-looking he is.

Loosely based on Favorite (Vampire)- Nct 127

This is a work of fiction.

12k Words

Enjoy:)

They watched you through their window like they had for the past couple of nights. They watched every night as you fixed your hair in front of your vanity readying for bed. You living in what you assumed was a safe neighborhood did not shy away from leaving the curtains apart, and your window ajar allowing a gentle breeze to flow in.

The men across the street used this to justify their actions. Watching as you applied creams to your face and body. Drooling at the sight of you slightly picking up your purple nightgown exposing your legs to the darkness. The moon is the only source of light they used to see your freshly clean warm skin. You applied the cream to your soft skin massaging it into your calf. Your dim lights created a warm hue on your skin. They could smell the sweet smells of your lotions through your window to theirs.

They'd do anything to be the one there massaging you instead. Making sure you were taken care of and had the best creams and lotions money could buy for your skin. They knew you tasted as good as you smelled. So sweet under their noses so much so their hearts burned at the feeling of you finishing your bedtime routine in your bathroom. When you returned your lips were covered in lip blam smelling of strawberries, the younger man's favorite fruit when he was once mortal. Now he can no longer taste the sweet, delicious fruit. Instead, he had to live his fantasies by smelling the scent of your lips.

They could smell your cat as well. The black feline that lay at the end of your bed.

The pair could unfortunately also smell your boyfriend. They sneered when he walked through the door every night still wearing his disgusting, old, and wrinkly work clothes. Top salesman at his job yet he couldn't afford better work pants or shirts. Their noses burned as well as their eyes at his scent. His smell was a mixture of sweat and a lady's perfume, they knew immediately was not yours, you'd never wear something so cheap.

They absolutely despised your boyfriend. They wanted nothing more than to steal him and cut his throat, drain him of his blood. But they didn’t, they knew you’d never love them if they took him. So they waited for you patiently, watching you through your window. You didn't bother greeting your boyfriend, he usually never responded, and when he did it was with a hum or a huh. He disappeared into the bathroom where he'd be in there for hours doing who knows what. Over the last few months, you had gone to bed alone. The pairs of eyes that lay on you through your window were another story.

Every time you felt like you were being watched you'd look towards your window and see nothing but trees and an empty road. Sometimes you might even see an Owl sitting on a branch. You had believed your mind was playing tricks on you. The cool wind and the hairs that rose on the back of your neck when you hesitantly looked towards your bedroom window. Or the cold sweats you'd get in the middle of the night from the oddest dreams. You assumed it was just the night taking advantage of your dreams as it did to everyone else.

Only this time tonight when you looked out your window passed the trees and straight to the window across from yours. The hairs on the back of your neck stood tall, you saw the shadows looking towards your direction.

Maybe your dreams were true, you thought feeling your body heat start to fade. Pairs of eyes on you glow in the darkness like animals stalking their prey. Were you safe under your covers from these monsters? you questioned. They didn’t turn away or keep their stares hidden. Instead, they continued to watch. The darkness that fell upon you didn’t allow you to see their faces. The moon only presents them with the sight of you. You shuddered, watching as one pair of eyes came closer staring deep into your soul. The flush of the toilet caught your attention. Your boyfriend emerged from the bathroom. You quickly closed the curtains turning back to your bed. Your boyfriend raised a brow but decided he was too tired to ask what your deal was. He grabbed his charger and walked out of your bedroom heading towards the living room where he stayed most nights. You were used to his distance not fazed by the fact you were alone while your boyfriend slept on a couch. You fell asleep pulling the blanket up to your face and covering your body.

The men still watched feeling proud of themselves for finally gathering your attention.

"Maybe she will dream of us tonight," one said closing the dark curtains to his bedroom. His mind and body relaxed to the sounds of your faint breath as you fell to sleep.

The morning arrived as quickly as the night with your boyfriend already off to work. You as well working from home in your own office just downstairs. Gathering everything you needed you made your way to your home office writing down ideas for a book. You had always been a talented writer, every teacher you've ever had told you so. Each encouraging you to write a book, your talent could not be wasted. So after procreating for long enough two years ago, you wrote your first book. You were lucky enough that it was a success, success that allowed you to live in this beautiful home with a boyfriend which you dislike. You don't even know why you still date him. One of the villains in your last book was based loosely on him and how arrogant and selfish he was. You needed to leave him you just didn't know how.

You sat at your desk typing away on your computer jotting down ideas for your new story. Lost in a trance of your fingers and mind working quickly against the keyboard you heard your doorbell ring. You ignored it like always going back to fiercely typing against the keyboard making sure no detail went missing. When the doorbell rang again you huffed in annoyance. You stood up pushing in your chair and rubbing your neck as you left your cramped office.

Sliding on your slippers you checked your peephole. A man stood in front of your door with dark black hair. You checked him out seeing his hands in his pockets as he patiently waited for the door to open. He chewed on his lip patting his exposed fingers on his slacks. Confused you looked to the left seeing a woman holding an umbrella over his head. Your lip rose and your eyes squinted, this guy really didn't want a tan you thought.

Debating on whether or not to walk away and ignore him you heard the doorbell ring again. Sighing you opened the front door ajar only letting a small part of your head peek through. The tall, lean man greeted you with a smile a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. "Hello," he said rather dapper. He waved his hand as the other remained over his stomach. He blinked a couple of times waiting for you to respond.

Still confused about who this man was you continued to navigate your focus between him and the random lady he brought with him. "It's nice to meet you," he said attempting to steal your focus but failing. You waved your hand motioning him to stop as you continued to check him out. "Who are you?" You asked nodding your chin. He bowed politely wearing a grin on his face.

"How could I have been so rude? My apologies Miss, I am Kim Doyoung. I live next door," he bowed then pointed to the manor next to your home. You nodded checking out the exterior of his chateau before you turned back to the lady. "Who's this?" you asked motioning to the lady. "Ah Ah forgive me," he placed his hand on his chest then motioned to the lady beside him. "This is my assistant Irene. She travels everywhere with me," the woman remained silent just nodding her head in approval. You did the same checking her out one last time.

You looked back at Doyoung who was already looking at you. "What brings you here?" you asked. Doyoung waved his hands remembering the news he had to deliver. He motioned to Irene to give him something. She dug into her pocket and he motioned her to hurry up. When she glared at him he stopped waiting patiently for her to finish. When she had successfully found what she was looking for she pulled it out of her jacket pocket handing you an envelope. Doyoung sighed wanting to be the one to give it to you.

"This is for a dinner party I am hosting tonight. If you can please come," He slightly pleaded holding his slender hands together. You twisted your brows holding the white envelope with the red stamp in your hands. You huffed checking out the piece of paper and nodding your head. Doyoung grinned excited you'd be joining them. "I'll think about it," you said looking up at him and then Irene. His grin fell replaced with a disappointed sigh. His head fell looking away from your eyes. He nodded understandingly patting Irene on the shoulder to leave.

"If you can please come," Was the last he said before he disappeared with Irene into what you assumed was his car. You closed your front door returning back to your office upstairs. You placed the closed envelope on your desk next to an open notebook, notes jotted down on the paper. You continued to work on your book as the invitation lay flat on your desk. The invitation had laid there until later afternoon when you finally decided to take a break.

Going to get your second cup of coffee you picked up the letter holding it in your hands. The paper wrinkled from being tossed on the floor so many times when you elbowed your notebook and the paper flew to the ground. The red stamp closes the letter from being opened with hard as a rock. You wouldn't be able to open it without a sharp object. You opened one of your many draws picking up a box cutter. Using it you opened the envelope to an invitation.

Dear reader, We are hosting a small dinner party tonight. We would be the utmost grateful if you attended our party. The dress could be business casual, but you may come as you, please. Your presents are welcomed at the hour of blue, just before sunset. We hope to see you there dear neighbor.

-D.

This man must be really into events, he writes like an old man he must've been doing this for a long time you thought. You checked the time seeing you had a couple more hours before sunsets. Holding the paper in your hands you read the letter again chewing on your bottom lip and deciding whether to go or not. "It could be fun," You thought out loud. You looked over at your cat who sat by the window.

You walked over gathering it in your arms and petting it. You still had much left to do with your story. You had given yourself a deadline that by fall you would be complete, it was already late Summer. You sighed petting the cat's black fur, It purred in your hands rubbing against your stomach. "Lucy what do you think?" you asked the cat who could only stare at you in response. It blinked its eyes looking away from you. You chuckled looking out towards the window and seeing the trees just outside your home.

"Maybe I will go," you said out loud petting Lucy. You kept your stare towards the distance allowing yourself to relax seeing the sun shine brightly, not a cloud in sight. You turned back to your desktop sighing. You set your cat aside its tail swaying side to side as it lay on the window watching you sit down and continue your work.

It was around four when your boyfriend came home from work exhausted. He threw his jacket aside falling on the couch. He took off his shoes and ran a hand through his brown hair. Letting out a puff of air as he shut his eyes for a moment. Your cat coming down the stairs stole his moment of silence.

He grimaced at the cat watching as it swayed its tail walking through the living room to its bed. It stared at your boyfriend not bothering to lay on him or cuddle with him. He disliked your boyfriend Jeno too, the feeling was mutual. You came downstairs seeing your boyfriend sitting lazily on the couch. You shook your head deciding whether or not to tell him about the dinner party later on. He only had an hour and forty minutes to get prepared for it and he hasn't exactly been easy to work.

"Jeno," You called from the bottom of the staircase. He hummed shutting his eyes again trying to enjoy any bit of silence he could get. You walked closer entering the living space. "All the people in the area have been invited next door to a dinner party tonight. It starts in about two hours so if you want to come be ready to go by then," you said placing a hand on your hip. He sighed opening his eyes again his peace disturbed by you. He sat up lifting himself off the couch and walking past you. You rolled your eyes turning back up the stairs, your cat standing up and following behind you.

At the blue hour, you were ready to go. You picked up the innovation just in case you needed it to enter. You took a glance at it placing it in your purse. Then for a moment, your heart jumped. You reached into your bag pulling it out. You checked the invitation reading it closely. It had changed. The dress code and the decoration of the paper. The once red and white invitation was now red and gold. You read it closely business casual turned into a full-on gown.

Dear reader, My brothers and I invite you tonight to join us for a dinner party we will be hosting. The party with start at the hour of blue and will be held at our home. The theme is a sexy masquerade, so come in your best-dressed suits and dresses. Attendance is welcomed but not mandatory.

P.S. If you do not have a mask one will be provided for you Also, drinks will be served so don't bring your kids. -Y

So Doyoung didn't write this? You thought of seeing the letter Y instead of D like the letter from earlier. Still shaken by the sudden change of everything on the small piece of paper you decided to go anyway.

You left the innovation on the dresser in your room where Jeno could see just in case he changed his mind. You took a picture of it just in case it decided to change colors again and went to change your entire outfit, luckily having some time left to do so. When you finished getting ready you stepped out of your bedroom where a deep purple silk dress outlined with black lace. It had a low cut outlining the curve of your breasts but not too much still leaving the valley hidden under the fabric. You had done your makeup really focusing on your eyes since even though your face would be hidden by the mask your eyes would still shine. You paired the dress with a pair of black heels and a long black silk coat flack feather puffing out at the end.

At first, you had thought the look would be too much and had almost opted for a simple summer dress but living right next door to the party allowed you to see the people who arrived and what they wore. The women showed up in sexy but classy dresses and their husbands in suits and ties. Everyone looked stunning in their outfits, especially when the couples matched. It had made you sad Jeno would make you attend alone. However, this wouldn't be the first event you would leave him behind.

When you came down the stairs you were surprised to see Jeno standing at the front door beside Doyoung. You came down the stairs quickly standing beside Jeno who wore a t-shirt and basketball shorts, his messy hair falling over his eyes.

Doyoung on the other hand dressed in a low, v-cut black suit. His forehead is on display gracing the neighbors and you with his beauty. His eyes widened and his heart thumped the moment you came down the stairs. He had seen you in a yellow dress before when you first moved into the neighborhood two years ago. It was summertime and you were in a summer dress bringing in boxes with Jeno.

He wanted to help you but couldn't, the sun just had to shine so brightly that day. He took in the sight of you standing in front of him, forgetting for a moment he wasn't picking you up to sweep you away and leave this house. He didn't even mind your boyfriend was standing there watching as he practically gawked at you. But he composed himself, he wasn't here to steal you away. Instead, he was here to give you something.

"Doyoung, Hello again," you said bowing at his presence. A part of you happy to see the gorgeous man, even though you would see him again in a couple of minutes. He bowed back placing his hand over his stomach his posture perfect, like a prince. "Hello, Y/n and…?" he knew your boyfriend's name he just didn't care enough to say it. "Jeno," he said waiting for the opportunity to leave.

“Jeno," he said flatly turning back to you. He never understood what you saw in this man. He was lazy and unreliable. He never showed you any attention or care, just tossed you away every day and night. Sometimes he would even go hours without being in the same house as you hanging out with his friends or mistress and recently he saw her more than ever before.

He was disgusted by him and didn't understand how you weren't. "Well I have brought a gift for you," he said showing you the red velvet box in his hands. He opened it exposing the golden mask inside for you. Your eyes glowed staring at the golden mask, what was left of the sun shining shimmering on it. "I apologize for only having one. I was not aware of your presence," he said to Jeno who suddenly began to become interested in the encounter with the unfamiliar man. He had met everyone in this neighborhood, why hadn't he met him?

You took the box from Doyoung's hands. Jeno looked over at the mask and then back at Doyoung. "I hope you like it," he said observing your face as you continued to stare in awe at the mask. Doyoung couldn't help but smile. If he could he'd give you anything, including the world just to see you smile. Jeno huffed crossing his arms over his chest quickly becoming annoyed with the stranger at his door. "I assume you will not be attending," Doyoung said clearing his throat. He looked Jeno up and down seeing the grey dirty socks on his feet. He wiped his fingers of dust as he waited for Jeno to reply.

"I am," Jeno said. Doyoung hadn't expected to hear that tonight. He widened his eyes his hands falling. He sucked in a breath relaxing.

Composing himself he smiled without teeth. He bowed his head politely, "Of course. I assumed based on your attire you would not be joining us. How foolish of me, you too will come together," he said stepping back. He turned to you and then Jeno bowed as he said goodbye and walked down the few steps in the front of your home and back to his house. Jeno walked away the minute the door closed and into your shared bedroom. Deciding you had already waited enough for him you put on your shoes and went to the party.

"Will she come," one of the men asked Doyoung who came back home wearing a defeated look on his face. He and his brothers stood in a long grey hallway barely hidden from the party. People began to gather in their ballroom swaying to the classical music that played. Doyoung sighed his head slightly falling, he nodded his brown hair barely moving from the hair gel. A gentle piece of his hair fell over laying on his forehead. "She is coming but not alone. She's bringing that wretched boyfriend of hers," he said disgustedly. His brothers huffed, one even rolling his brown eyes.

"So what are we going to do?" one asked placing his hands in his pants pocket and letting out a puff of air. Another shrugged, "We could eat him," both men turned to their brother with wide eyes and pale expressions on their faces. "Do you have no sense?" Doyoung asked his brother who just shrugged taking a sip of his drink. "Yuta that is a terrible plan," The other said shaking his head. He took his hand out of his pocket and ran it through his long brown hair.

“We need to find a way to separate them, without killing him," he said looking at Yuta who could care less. He always assumed killing your boyfriend would be faster and more efficient. You'd be available a whole lot quicker and wouldn't have to worry about an ex. He didn't take into account that one you'd be sad and would need time to heal and two if you ever knew he killed him you'd hate him, even if you didn't like your boyfriend.

"It's he being unfaithful to her? We can expose him," The final brother said. Doyoung thought about it tapping his chin. He crossed one arm over his chest leaning his other on it to hold his chin. It wasn't a terrible idea, but how would they make you see? He snapped his fingers together in an Ah ha! motion. He clasped his hands together wearing a smile that exposed his gums. "What is it?" Yuta asked watching Doyoung march down the hall. The other two followed close behind passing by statues and benches so sit down on them just in case you got tired of such long hallways.

You had arrived just outside the large home. Your eyes had moved their way from the fountain, from the mountains behind the home, and to the bottom up until the very top of the chateau. "Wow," is all you could say as fancy cars were parked outside the manor. You placed your mask over your face passing by a couple wearing silver masks with matching blue outfits. Your eyes followed to the side of the home seeing two men posted on each side. How rich were these people? you thought as your eyes continued to glow under the lights by the fountain.

Walking further to the chateau you couldn't help but gawk at all the old paintings and statues placed in different parts of the room you had entered. When you arrived a man dressed in black and red approached you wearing a black mask covering his eyes. "Welcome you must be Ms. Y/n the author who lives next door," He said sending a polite smile and raising his brow. You nodded and he smiled. "Excellent!" he exclaimed. He motioned his hands to the right. "Please follow me this way, I'll guide you to the party," he said walking slightly ahead of you to get to the door so you wouldn't have to open it. You gladly accepted the kind gesture until you had slightly turned your head and seen the couple before you walk through the door on the left.

"Are we going the right way?" you asked unsure if you should continue to follow him. He remained silent walking down the long gloomy hall surrounded by a thousand doors. Your heart began to quicken at the littlest sounds you heard. Take a glance out the window and see a garden and then a red maze. Turning back to the man who cleared your throat. "Excuse me I'd really like to get to the party if you would just take me there, that would be perfect-"

"Don't speak Miss, I am taking you where you need to be. You just need to trust me, alright?" He said darkly. You shook your head picked up your dress and turned away. You began to speed walk down a hallway that felt like the more you stepped the longer it got. You could hear the man's dress shoes pacing behind you on the shiny dark floor.

Deciding not to turn back you started to run. You could hear his pace pick him sounding so dangerously close to your ear. You slightly turned your head seeing him behind you, luckily at a distance. Your heels clicked on the floors as you ran quicker hoping to reach an exit. You picked up your face seeing the doors you had entered through at the end of the hallway. Taking another glance behind you, you noticed the man still close behind. You weren't going to make it to the exit. Catching your breath you walked into a nearby room.

The room was dark and cold, with only a candle placed in the middle on top of a round table. You went to move further but heard movement from the outside. You paused holding your breath so the figure couldn't hear. You looked down at the very bottom of the door seeing the shadow of feet walking and forth.

"Did you find her?" a man asked. The man from before was not alone, two pairs of feet were just outside the door. Quietly not to make a sound your shakey hand leaned closer to the lock. "I'm sorry she got away-"

"Well find her then!" the man shouted. You figured they could only be talking about you. You locked the door staring intensely at the lock as it clicked. Your body froze. Eyes widened and focused on the doorknob. The sound alarmed the two men, their ears perking up at the sound. "What was that?" the man who guided you down the hallway asked. The other shrugged, "I'm not sure. Let's get back to the party you have more guests to tend to," the stranger said. "Yes sir," The guide said the two walking away. You sighed in relief feeling the dark walls for a light switch. You find it flicking it on and illuminating the room.

Turning around to realize you bumped into a body. Terrified you slowly followed the outline of his body with your eyes meeting the man with your own. Only it wasn't the same man from before. This one was much taller, younger, and had much longer hair. He was wearing a red mask paired with his red and black suit. You bowed unsure of how else to respond, clearly you had stumbled upon the wrong room. "I'm sorry," you said. "The man outside was chasing me so I hid away in here," you said truthfully. You took a peek at the room, it was a study. Potions and other colorful liquids were placed around the room on sleeves. Books upon books surrounded the room. The books were placed so high there was a ladder to reach them. You looked to your left seeing a leather couch placed in front of a fireplace. You noticed on one of the tables an open notebook, a pen laid beside it words on a page not yet full. "Don't worry," The man said catching your attention. He stood tall in front of both hands in his pocket. You nodded turning to leave the man to his work. "Wait," he called. You paused turning back to him. "Yes?" you asked. He sighed happy you decided to stay. "I would like to know who you are, your face to be exact," You nodded forming an O with your lips. You untied the mask from behind your head letting the golden fabric slide against your neck. You held the golden mask in your hands as you looked up at the man. He stood back in slight shock. He had only ever seen you from the window. You look so beautiful so up close, like an Angel.

He cleared his throat fixing his posture. He couldn't look like such a slouch in front of you. He adjusted his blazer swallowing his Adam's apple bumping up and then down. He extended his hand, "It's nice to meet you. My name is Jaehyun," he said. You let your hand meet his shaking it. He bowed slightly to be both polite and to get a better look at your features. He smiled doing his best to keep his teeth hidden from your iris.

"It's nice to meet you Jaehyun, I'm Y/n" he held your hand for a little too long so you pulled away. Holding your hand in your own from how cold it felt. "You must live here? You asked making small talk and stealing Jaehyun from his trance. He nodded, "Yes. This is my study. Would you like a tour?" he asked holding out his arm to you. You nodded but didn't accept his arm. He didn't pester you about it and guided you through his study.

"So that's pretty much it, but one thing," he said smiling eyes glowing under the candlelight. You raised a brow standing on the other end of the table. Over the time spent in the room, you began to consider Jaehyun someone you could be friends with. It would be nice to make some more friends besides the neighbors down the street. They had invited you to a birthday party once, however, the party was for their child and you had no children.

"What is it?" you asked. He chuckled turning away and walking to a nearby shelf. He picked up the box dusting it off in the process. He placed it on the counter opened it and pulled out a purple vile. He placed a couple of drops into a cup of water handing it to you. Confused you looked into his eyes shaking your head. "What am I supposed to do with this?" you asked pointing to the cup. "Drink it," he said not moving a single part of his body, including his eyes. You scoffed surely he wasn't being serious. You would never take a drink from a stranger, regardless of how nice he was acting. You pushed it away shaking your head. It almost spilled but Jaehyun caught it in record time.

"I am not drinking that," you said. You had no idea what that purple stuff was. It could be drugs or horrible-tasting juice, regardless you weren't gonna take any chances. "Just take it," he said this time handing you the cup. You raised your lip in disgust getting ready to walk away. "I told you no, weirdo," you said walking away. As you walked towards the door you felt his hand grab your forearm. You turned to pull away but stopped. You were pulled into the dark void of this gaze. His mask was removed from concealing his face anymore. His eyes glowed a dark shade of yellow. Falling deeper into the black hole of his eyes.

The party and drink long forgot as you stand still, unable to talk to move. Your mouth is slightly agape when you raise the drink to your lips. "Be a good girl and drink it," he said watching closely as the drink found your lips. The cup of purple liquid touched your lips slipping past them and sliding down your throat. You remained in eye contact with Jaehyun until the very last drop was gone. Once you were done the cup fell to the ground and you ran away finding your way to the ballroom.

Jaehyun remained placing his mask back on and followed behind.

The ballroom was filled with people dressed in suits and gowns wearing masks that concealed the top half of their faces. Some did wear masking covering their whole face as well. Your eyes danced around the large room seeing a golden chandelier placed above you. You smiled seeing all the pretty lights glow as the music played from the band that had taken the stage at the start of the party. "Some dinner party," you said looking back at all the people. A man came up to you holding a tray of drinks. You gladly accepted one thanking the man as he walked away smiling. You sipped the alcohol letting it slide down your throat. You held the glass In your hand watching everyone else dance as you swayed alone.

"Now this is no way to treat a lady," You heard a familiar voice from behind you. You turned around to see Doyung supporting a new look with his hair. A strand of it rested upon his pale forehead. It suited him well. He also wore a green mask on his face. You smiled as he bowed and you bowed back holding onto your drink making sure it wouldn't spill. "Where is Jeno?" he asked looking around. You sighed letting your shoulders fall. Doyoung picked a glass from a nearby server. He clinked it against yours cheering. You took a sip letting the drink simmer down your throat. "I don't think he's coming," you said. "I had a feeling he wouldn't. He doesn't even come to events I've planned," you confessed holding your drink and watching as other couples laughed or danced. Doyoung while hating your boyfriend felt sorry for you. A lady should never arrive at such a party alone. She should have someone on her arm to protect and show her off.

He sent you a half smile holding out his hand. He noticed the way you kept fantasying about all the people who swirled around on the dance floor. It had been so long since you danced, especially with a partner. "Care to dance with me?" he asked gently holding his hand out. You hesitated for a moment before you finished your drink and took his hand. Doyoung was a great dancer. He held you close but with a respectful amount of distance. He placed his hand in yours and his other on the middle of your back stepping with you every move you made. You twirled around with him for what felt like hours. He looked like an absolute prince and he treated you like a princess with the way he held you and spoke to you. He made you feel so seen and heard. He made you in this moment like nobody else was around just him and you.

You felt his movement slow as the man tapped him on the shoulder with dark black hair. "May I step in?" he asked. Doyoung nodded sending you a smile. He lightly squeezed your hands as he let go stepping aside to find his other brother. You took hold of this new man whose face was covered with a purple mask. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Yuta," he said leaning down and kissing your knuckles. You chuckled holding your hand faintly over your mouth and hiding your smile. For some reason like Doyoung, you felt close to this man and all you knew was his name, and for a moment, just a moment you forgot all about Jeno.

"Why don't you kiss me," Yuta slurred. The room began to spin and your head began to turn. What is in this champagne you thought as you continued to dance with Yuta. You held onto his shoulders wearing half a smile on your face unsure of how many Yuta's you were seeing. His voice like the music faded into the background. "Huh?" you said smiling your fingers dancing on his shoulder. He chuckled darkly eyes turning black. "Kiss me, my love," he said. You shook your head giggling. "No I have a boyfriend," you said thinking of Jeno for a moment. He still hadn't arrived at the party. Yuta chuckled continuing to dance with you. He held your hand gently in his as he swung you around the dance floor.

"Some day you will my love," he said confidently. He leaned down to your ear. "Once you get away from your cheating boyfriend," That seemed to have woken you up. You pushed him off and looked around. The room was completely empty, wiped of any human being that had been here through the night. Your eyes squinted as you tried to figure out where time had gone. "I don't understand. Where is everyone?" you asked looking around the room. You turned around to see Yuta still there a smile on his face.

"You were asleep for a while my love," he nudged his head to the ain't windows placed behind the stage that was missing a band. The sun was rising and when you turned around Yuta was gone. Deciding you were done with the questions you headed towards the exit only to be met with Jeno. "There you are!" he shouted walking up the stairs of the large home to you. Your face still wearing your shock barely registered his presence. "Y/n? Y/n!" he called but his voice sounded like a whisper. You looked over seeing both Doyoung and Yuta in the garden of their home a large umbrella placed over them by two tall women wearing black.

You felt your head begin to spin again and this time you clasped Jeno catching you before you fell.

It was the middle of the night when you woke from your nightmare. You leaped out of bed feeling better than ever. You looked around the room including the bathroom seeing no sign of Jeno. You left the room checking the others on the second floor. Aftering failing to find him there you moved down the stairs checking every room from the third bathroom to the basement. You huffed not finding him anywhere. Then you thought for a moment. Usually after work, he goes to a bar with his friends not too far from his job. Putting on a different paint of clothes and your shoes. You grabbed your purse and walked outside to your car. You hopped inside strapped your seatbelt and started the black car. You drove down the street to the bar you knew he'd be at.

When you arrived you realized this was not a bar in fact it was a club, lie number one you counted. You didn't even bother waiting in line and when the bouncer stopped you, you showed him your ID and said "My boyfriend is really drunk, he's inside and I need to get him home," you said to the large man wearing black. He sighed nodding his head seeing your leggings and large sweater paired with slippers were not really for the club. He opened the door for exposing you to the large number of people who danced inside. You walked feeling the vibration of the music from under your feet. Quickly you moved around people trying to find him. You pushed past a couple making out and friends dancing as you searched for him. You hadn't even noticed when you walked past a familiar pair of eyes watching and sipping his drink surrounded by women as you searched for your boyfriend.

You had finally spotted him surrounded by his friends a drink in his hand and his shirt untied. A girl sat on his lap her skirt riding up as she grinded on him. You walked over furiously grabbing a hold of your bag. Yuta pushed all the girls off of him to get a closer look.

You had braced yourself marching over to him planning your confrontation in your head. You would pull him away from her and take him home, deal with him there. Instead, you didn't, your plan had taken a completely different path.

His friends tried to warn him as you came closer, but it was too late. You pulled the girl off by her hair throwing her to the side. You took a quick look at her realizing it was a woman he worked with, her name tag still on from the company he had just become a manager at. You scoffed even more angrily than before. This wasn't just some random girl from the club. It was some plain Jane from his job, someone he worked with, someone at two Christmas parties you met. She acted so nice to you, even bought your book and asked you to sign it. You regret signing it now, but that was beside the point.

You turned to Jeno, his nostrils flared. He had been gone for months and this was why. Why couldn't he just leave you instead? Why did he have to lie?

"You can't be serious," You said crossing your arms over your chest. He raised his hands up in defense. "Baby I can explain," You slapped him in the face hard with your purse causing his whole head to turn to the right. His friends began silent and bystanders nearby came for a closer look, Yuta mixing into the crowd. He scoffed his cheek stung and had turned red but he didn't touch it nor hold it. Your chest heaved up and down as the position of your arm from the slap remained in the same position.

He turned to you slowly controlling himself along with his anger and embarrassment. The girl on the ground got up and stood in front of him. "Baby are you okay?" she asked tending to him. He waved his hand away from her turning his body. "Baby?" you asked surprised staring at him as he moved away. "Your dating?!" you yelled feeling every feeling you had bottled up erupting out of you like a volcano. "Look Y/n can we go home and talk about this? This, not the place-" "No but it's the perfect place for you to fuck her, right?" you said smiling. You looked mad as you continued to press him in the club.

"This is a perfect place to hide away instead of dealing with your problems. I mean instead of talking to me and telling me how you feel or even breaking up with me you cheat like a fucking coward," You said not missing a beat with every word and curse you threw directly at him like gunshots.

"Jeno is she the only one?" you asked crossing your arms and sucking in your lips. You raised a brow, "Huh? You better answer my question," you said sternly. He looked around at his friends, hopeless in this situation they remained silent even the girl who watched also wishing he'd answer. He shook his head his hair falling in front of his face as his head fell lower.

"Pick your head up you are ashamed you are embarrassed," You said your chin held up high. You put your purse back on your side the band remaining crossed over your body.

"Look at all these people here watching you get caught, like a rotten child. And you," you pointed to his friend group. "You've all been to my house. I've fed you all and let you sleep on my beds and this is how you thank me? You help a man cheat on the woman who fed you all!" you shouted gathering more attention from the people. Yuta sat back watching proudly, he was one step closer to getting what he wanted.

He also was taking down notes like never to piss you off.

You looked towards the girl scoffing. "You knew he had a girlfriend and you fucked him anyway and now your crying because he fucks other girls behind your back," You said getting closer to her flushed face. Hot tears streamed down her face. You wanted to hit her and punch her but your shakey hand held back deciding you really didn't have much to say to her.

"Or maybe you knew he fucked other girls and you're sad that you're a hoe who thought she was gonna become a wife and didn't," you said hearing some Ooos from the crowd. Ignoring them you turned back to Jeno ending this show.

"Jeno you are a sorry excuse for a man. You are lazy and irresponsible and I should have left you in the city when I had the chance. You are a good-for-nothing boyfriend and lover. Don't bother packing your shit, I'll have it sent to you by morning. Goodnight," You said pointing to him before you walked away and out of his life. Yuta smirked walking outside the club and following behind you. He thought about approaching you but realized he had to send the glorious news to his brothers.

You drove him your entire body heated up. You slammed on. the gas and got home at record speed. You slammed your car door marching inside. Throwing your shoes off you marched upstairs opening your bedroom window. You threw all of his clothes, shoes, and personal items outside on the ground. You destroyed it all, which you had every right to do. You had paid for everything he had including where he laid his head every night and day. Destroying everything in a fit of rage some of the neighbors began to wake up, looking outside their windows to see where the noise came from.

Not used to so much excitement in a quiet and small street they all watched and one had called the police. Jeno had arrived around the same time they did. he ushered them away explaining you were angry at him for his behavior. It seemed to have worked and they left seeing you weren't being that loud nor disturbed, only one person had complained. Jeno went to speak but you threw a shoe in his direction. He ducked covering his head and looking through his arms to see if the coast was clear.

"Clean it," Is all you said to him before you shut your window. You huffed feeling your tears begin to fall. You held them back for as long as you could, waiting for this moment here to let them fall. You curled up in bed letting your loud sobs be heard through every spot and corner of the house. Your cat found you and jumped on your bed. It cuddled up by your head you petted its back as you continued to cry.

Your phone had buzzed catching your attention for a second but you ignored it assuming it was Jeno. It had buzzed again and again before you picked it up.

"Jeno leave me alone-"

"Hello my love," you heard a dark voice say. You raised a brow sitting up on your bed. Your cat's head turned feeling the mattress shift.

"Who is this?" you asked.

"Look out your window," he said. You had closed your curtains concealing your view. You slowly pushed them back hiding by the side of the wall. You looked around holding the phone to your ear seeing no one outside except Jeno who cleaned his items off the ground.

"Up," he instructed. Your eyes followed his directions looking to the house next door. You looked at the window you always felt a strong gaze at. "To high look to your right," he said. You looked over at a garden behind the house seeing a man holding a phone to his ear. You pulled the curtains back more attempting to get a full look at him. He waved at you but you still couldn't see him. Squinting your eyes you were still unable to see. You left the window hearing a gasp from the man. You moved down the stairs. You knew it was one of the strange men next door you just couldn't tell who.

You however could tell it wasn't Yuta, it didn't sound like him at all.

You walked into your office looking out the window that was much closer to the garden. You still held the phone to your ear as you looked closer. The figure took a few steps forward the moon finally shining on his face, it was Doyoung. He smiled as well as you as he came into view. The light graced him beautifully, and you couldn't help but smile at his pretty features. The moon showcased the dried trail of your tears causing him to frown. He opened the gate to the garden and walked closer to your window. He stood outside watching you taking in your beauty. Then reality hit you, you never gave him. your number. You took a step back letting the curtain fall. It covered his face blocking his view of you.

"How did you get my number?" you asked. "My apologies for the sudden call," he began. He shook his head touching the top of his head with his hand. You could see his shadow through the curtains.

"You had given your number to Yuta, I was too nervous to ask you for it and asked him. But next time I want something from you I will ask you, can you forgive me?" he asked keeping his gaze on your light shadow. "How did Yuta get it?" you asked still unsure whether to pull back the curtain. "He said you were pretty unstable last night. Maybe you do not remember giving it to him. You two were off together for a while," he said. You tried to remember but everything was too foggy to try and figure out. The more you tried the more your head hurt. Doyoung assumed that was what you were doing since you had been silent for a while.

"Do not try so hard you will hurt yourself," he said gently. You stopped taking his advice. "I just want to say one more thing and then I may leave. While I am sorry for calling you at such a late time I wanted to ask you a question if that is alright?" he asked twisting his fingers together as the other held the phone to his ear. "Sure," you said standing directly behind the curtain. "Would you like to come to my house? I've seen what has happened between you and your lover. Maybe a look through my telescope will cheer you up," You chuckled playing with the ends of your white curtain. "You will show me the sky and it will make me happy?" you teased finding it hard to hold back your smile.

"I will show you the stars," he said simply watching your figure through the curtain. His words touch you and felt deeper than they should. "I will show you the stars," The words lingered in your head like the smell of flowers on the first day of Spring. Like a spell, you felt your body fall under the magical trance of Doyoung. You raised your hand to pull back the curtain staring into his deep brown piercing eyes. Once again forgetting all about Jeno.

You had wasted no time meeting Doyoung outside. You locked your door and feeling spontaneous you pulled him into a passionate kiss before he could speak. His eyes widened and his lips hadn't moved with yours until you let go and he pulled you back in.

"Why did you do that?" he asked touching his hands with yours. You shrugged smiling and looking into his eyes matching his lighting smile. "I don't know, but take me to see the stars," you said taking his hand. He held your hand tightly in his guidance to his garden. "If I could I'd take you to the moon," he said unable to wipe the smile off his face.

"Y/n," he took your hands in his. "I need to tell you something and I'm afraid I can not tell you alone," He said holding onto you. You raised your brow looking into his eyes. "What is it?" you asked. He sighed sending you a small smile. "Come with me," you nodded letting him guide you inside.

You traveled through the West door hand in hand with Doyoung. He smiled you behind him taking in the scenery of the manor. You could hear the sound of his heels clicking on the floor as he ran past the large staircase in front of the main entrance. "My room is placed in the East Wing," he said entering another long hallway. He snapped his fingers and each candle lit on each mantle placed on the wall. The hallway appeared less scary with the lights on. You could finally see the art that was placed in between the spaces of statues. Doyoung slowed down his speed letting you explore.

"Who are these people?" you asked. Doyoung walked over to a statue of a man's head. "Members of our family. Our parents left us this house a long time ago," he said putting his hands behind his back and clasping his hand over his wrist. You continued to live in the woah of figures. "Shall we continue?" he asked politely offering you his hand. You nodded gladly accepting it walking you down the hallway and linking your arm with his.

He is so polite, such a gentleman. You looked up at him smiling at his features. Something about him drew you closer. The kiss you shared earlier is evidence of that. You felt like your lips were pulling you closer to him like a magnetic force. You had felt the same way with Jaehyun and Yuta. Something powerful about them, their aura strong. You didn't feel a negative feeling when you were with them, you felt more comfortable and safe.

Doyoung smiled as you walked beside him. "We're here," He said opening his door. He led you inside opening a small door by the light switch. A rope was yanked and the sound of bells went off in the house. Seconds later a knock was placed on the door. Doyoung grinned opening the door and exposing his brothers. They all stepped inside greeting you and him.

"How are you and your boyfriend?" Yuta asked bowing to you and then standing straight up. You rolled your eyes letting out a huff. "Not good. We broke up," You said. Yuta pursed his lips hiding a smile and nodding his head, "That's good. I wasn't much of a fan of his," he said walking further inside.

Doyoung cleared his throat gathering all of your attention.

"Now you all may be wondering why you are. Allow me to explain," He said just before the power cut. Heavy rain began to fall outside. Yuta cursed and Jaehyun went to gather some candles. You helped them light them in various places in the room. You took notice of the lack of pictures Doyoung had. Only old paintings on his wall.

"Now where were we?" He asked tapping his chin. He clapped his hands together, "Ah Yes," He pulled Yuta closer and Jaehyun sat them down. He brought a chair for you and you sat down facing the boys. "We have something to tell you but you have to promise not to lose your shit," Yuta said. You chuckled lost especially at his choice of words. There couldn't be anything they could tell you right now with the night you've had to make you crazy.

"Should we wait? I mean this could be a bad time," Doyoung asked second guessing his decision to tell you. He bit his fingernails as Yuta shook his head. He didn't want to frighten you. "No tell her," he said. Doyoung sighed shaking his head small pieces of hair falling forward. "I don't know. What if she freaks out?" Yuta sighed rubbing his temple with his fingers. "She'll be fine just say it," He said beginning to get frustrated. "I don't know if I can I mean-"  "Just say it," Yuta said.

"Say what?" you asked looking between the two of them. They needed to quit playing around and get to the point. "Y/n please I don't know if you will be able to handle this. It's very complex-"  "Oh stop it it's not that hard. Y/n we are-"

Jaehyun gruffed tired of the bickering. "We're vampires," He said. The room went silent. Your lips curved up, and you started chuckling in your seat then chuckling turned to laughter. You held your stomach almost falling onto the ground.

"That's it really?" you asked eyes squinting to prevent tears from falling. "Are you insane?" you asked continuing your laughter. The boys confused looked at one another and then at you. Your laughter died down as you relaxed into your seat. "Okay okay you guys look serious, I'll stop," You couldn't the small laughter that broke through.

"Would you like us to show you?" Jaehyun asked. You nodded your neighbors were insane. "Thank you guys I really needed it. If you don't mind I'll get going…" The words died on your tongue. You plopped right back down into your seat. A rabbit struggled in Doyoungs hands as he handed it to Yuta. Yuta held the rabbit pulling its head back. You saw his teeth for the first time. Two in particular that were longer and sharper than the rest. He pulled his head back then lunched forward sinking his teeth into the rabbit. The rabbit kicked its feet struggling under his strong grip. Then it stopped. Stopped kicking, stopped moving. It stopped breathing. Yuta had drained it dry.

You fell over in your seat backing away from the three. Yuta threw the rabbit to the side licking his teeth. You reached for the doorknob and ran down the long hallway. The candles went out as you ran past each of them heading for the exit. You looked back to see if they were behind you. You couldn't see them but you could hear them.

"Fuck fuck fuck," You cursed as you ran faster multiple things running through your mind. Yuta ate a rabbit, raw. Sucked its blood and threw it away like trash. You didn't try to piece things together just the facts.

Fact One: They are vampires.

Fact Two: They were dangerous.

And Fact Three: You needed to get out of here.

You entered the main floor looking around for the door. Seeing the entrance to run up to it trying to open it. It didn't budge. You thrust your body against it but to no avail. Not wanting to waste any more energy on it you ran to the only other exit you knew, the garden. The garden door is still wide open. You ran to it watching as rain poured on the freshly cut grass. You smiled as you drew closer watching as the door slammed shut. You paused eyes widening. You slammed on the door kicking and screaming. "Let Me Out!" you shouted hoping someone outside would hear you. "Help!" you shouted still holding onto the possibility someone would hear you.  "Y/n please I do not wish to hurt you," You heard Jaehyun say from behind you. You didn't even turn to him. Instead, you ran towards another door that led downstairs and upstairs. You locked it behind you then ran down hoping another exit would be there. Running down the steps made of cement you gasped at the darkness of the room. You let your hands guide you making sure not to hit anything. Lightening clashed allowing the room for a second to be filled with light. You saw a light bulb hanging from the top. When lightning struck again you walk further to it pulling the string, but you had pulled the wrong one and the sound of bells could be heard throughout the manor. You wanted to cry, how stupid to pull the wrong string.

You pulled the opposite light seeing as a part of the room lit up the light was not bright enough to cover the entire room. You walked further inside slowly down to catch your breath. "I need to find a way out," You said feeling yourself start to become sticky with sweat. Your chest heaved up and down a mixture of exhaustion and nerves. Adrenaline pumped through your veins eyes wandering like a mad woman trying to find a way to escape.

You continued your journey the basement was pretty much empty, minus the old furniture and papers. You didn't bother distracting yourself with exploring anything, they could find you at any moment. You walked further inside the light from the light bulb fading away. "Fuck," you cursed looking around for any source of light. Your eyes discovered a flashlight. You clicked it a couple of times before it blinked then turned around.

Dripping water and the grail under your feet could be heard in the silence that filled the basement. You shivered at the lack of heat. Of course, they would have a creepy basement. You found a door at the other end of the basement opening it believing it to be an exit. Instead, there were two sets of stairs. One leading down and another leading up.

You flashed the light down to more cement steps. "Probably a cellar," You said then flashed the light upstairs. "Could lead to the West Wing and possible exit," Your legs shook at the idea of one of them waiting for you on each side. Your subconscious is playing tricks on you. You flashed the flashlight again downstairs hearing more water droplets fall. You almost dropped your flashlight at the sound of paper rustling.

You shivered checking behind you and seeing nothing. You turn back around slowly not to make a sound. You needed to make a choice fast. Your body faces away from the wooden door that remained open. You slowly closed it keeping your front away. You let out a sigh jumping as lighting struck seeing Yuta's creeping up from the cellar. You gasped throwing the flashlight at his head as you rain upstairs.

You didn't even realize you were running up more than a flight of stairs you just kept running. You ran into another dark gloomy hallway running into another room that led to the top of the stairs looking below the ballroom.

"How big is this fucking place?" You said running down the velvet carpet to another room. You saw an outline on the wall by a dark wooden door. You pushed it causing it to open. When it opened you looked around seeing the coats clear. You walked inside closing the door behind you. It closed to a bookcase, a hidden door. You made a self note making sure to check the walls for a faster more clever escape.

You sighed taking the moment to catch your breath. Your hands fell to your knees flashlight still in hand. The room was dark unable to see you flashed your flashlight to look around for a door. Walking further into the room before your heart dropped. You cursed at yourself stomping your foot on the ground.

You were back in Doyoung's bedroom and the three of them were waiting inside. You turned running to the window, at this point, you'd prefer a broken leg or arm than to be here. But after seeing how high you were from the ground you tried to make a run for the fake door. Jaehyun quicker than you stood in front of it.

"Now that you've had your fun," Doyoung said walking over to the chair you sat in before. He pulled it out motioning his hand to it, "Why don't you sit down and we'll explain everything," You sighed in defeat sitting down. Doyoung pushed in your seat and returned back to his candles. "Great now let's begin with the origin story," he said lighting another candle.  "Yuta was the oldest and came from Japan…"

His family was very poor so he'd steal to get enough money for them to live. He eventually found a group of people that took him to France. In France, he had raided man's rich homes stealing their goods which were pawned for money. He had so much of it, it couldn't even match the price money on every wanted poster plastered with his face on it. He gave most of it to his family in Japan and the rest to nearby families who struggled like him. However, one day when he visited France he followed a woman into an alley. There he pleased himself and her but she had tricked him. Taking a bite into his neck to feed he pushed her off before she sucked him dry. He left woozy and unable to see. Finding the thieves he road with they took him back to Japan to his family.

After days he arrived home better than ever, the rush you feel when you die and come back to life. His rush quickly faded at the sight of his door. It was busted in as well as the windows. He ran inside seeing the mess of his childhood home. His parents were gone as well as his aunts and uncles.

He searched for them but to no avail. A stack of gold that he had sent to them was placed on the table untouched. The bread was modeled and rotten. They had been gone for a while. Had they left him? Did they move to a better home? He tried to fill his mind with happier thoughts of his family happy somewhere else. Instead, he heard a cry, a cry of a child. He walked upstairs seeing one of his sisters on the ground weeping. She was sick, pale skinned. He lightly touched her with his chilling hand. Her whole body was on fire. He figured the only way to save her was to bite her so he did. She had stopped and relaxed. "Don't go outside," she said.

"Why?" he asked. He heard rustling and shouting. He ran outside seeing the thieves take off without him. They had set him up.

He was taken back to France to be executed, but after a conversation overheard by two guards he discovered the crown prince was deeply ill and after enough convincing he could save the man's life they let him.

This is where he met Doyoung the middle of the three. Born in South Korea to a royal family they had set him up with the princess of France, which was rare for their family only pairing within the people. But the country needed money and the deal had already been set. However, their son had become completely ill just before his marriage. At the time they were not sure of what it was, now we know it was a simple common cold, not yet ready to be fought off by humans.

Yuta was brought in to save him by the sources apprentice, Jung Jaehyun who moved from Korea to study magic. Jung Jaehyun the youngest of the three trusted Yuta to save Doyoung. Yuta was brought by hundred guards to the prince's chambers. They feared he might try an escape. Yuta had thought about fleeing but figured if he saved the country's prince they'd forgive him for what he had done to them all and he would get his family back.

When he reached the chambers he was still unsure of how he'd save him. He knew the woman in the alley who had bitten him saved some of the problems he was struggling with, with his body so he assumed if she could cure him then why can't I cure another man? Little did he know he was curing a man with a disease. An awful disease that promised ever-lasting life but brought nothing but pain and sorrow into one's life. He bit the tip off his finger letting the drop fall into Doyoung's tea. He sipped it and by morning he was better.

Doyoung began to express joy and the utmost energy up early in the mornings until late at night. Until he got hungry, Yuta knew of this hungry, and his new friend went out and gave Doyoung small animals to feed on. Until he needed more and ate one of his guards. Well-rested and ready for the day he walked outside still covered in blood only to be burned by the sunlight. The guards dragged him back in assuming he was possessed by a demon the king had the source come in.

Jaehyun knew it was no demon but a virus passed on by Yuta to the prince. He knew the king would have him killed so he fled with him to what would one day be called the Americas. During his boat ride, he had become dangerously ill, especially after losing so much blood from letting the two men feed. He let them turn him the minute they got to shore. Then after decades, they finally moved her next to fans of your book. "So that is how we became to be who we are," Doyong said lighting another candle. He placed it on the small table by his bed, the small fire lighting up another part of the space. You watched as he sat back down beside his brothers awaiting your reaction. You gulped still unsure of how to feel about the three vampires that lived within walking distance of your house. No, the vampires that sat right across from you in one of their bedrooms.

If they wanted to hurt you they would have done it. They would have bitten you or sucked you dry of every drop of blood the night you were in their home alone in that dark hallway. But why did they befriend you instead? Invite you to their home for dinner and to see their garden. You even invited them to your home overtime once Jeno left. You tapped your finger on the velvet cloth that covered the small table before you. You couldn't look them in the eyes, not yet. Part of you is scared and the other part is nervous.

"This was a waste of time," You heard Yuta his foot stomping on the ground as he spoke. His arms crossed over his chest. "I mean look she clearly is scared of us," He said motioning his hand to you. Jaehyun sighed scratching the back of his head. He looked over at Doyoung. "Maybe he's right. We should have waited," he said. Doyoung shook his head eyes slightly widened at Jaehyun. He stood up walked to your chair and stood behind it.

"Nonsense. She is perfectly fine. I exposed myself to her on the night of the moon and I shall not wish to take it back," he said sternly pressing his hands into the side of your chair. "Would Y/n?" Yuta asked. Doyoung stuttered unsure of how to respond to his eldest brother. "I…I do not know," he said losing the underlying confidence in his tone. Yuta was slick and rather blunt with his choice of words, however, he was never wrong in what he said specifically, the questions he asked. He could sniff out a lie like a cat can sniff out a mouse. He professional liar at best he was, he knew when someone was not telling the truth. He needed you, to be honest with him so he knew his next move or next question.

"Tell me Y/n are you afraid?" he asked leaning closer to you to get a better look at the way your head lifted and face changed. Small beads of swear courtesy of nerves forming on your warm skin. The sweat cools your body to the chills on the back of your neck. Small hairs rise without falling on your body, and no wind motioning them safely down. You were scared and falling apart right in front of him. You glanced at each vampire in the room each sparing you a chilling smile. In the heat of the moment so much blood pumping through your veins you couldn't help yourself. Yuta's imitating stare crawls its way through your eyes and into your gut.

The wind began to pick up from the opened window cooling your body down in the slightest, it began to cut the light of the candles. Only one remained and it was placed in front of you illuminating the small of your face. Lips trembling as Yuta's hand crept forward nails dragging against the velvet table. Two fingers flicked up pinching the fire. Darkness spread across the room.

You pushed back your chair strong enough at the moment to break Doyoung's grip and ran as if your life depended on it.  "Don't worry my brothers. She will come to us," Yuta said with a menacing tone. "How? She does not trust us?" Jaehyun asked. "We will each take turns," He said standing up to the window and watching as you run out of the manor. You continued to pick up pace never turning back. Yuta chuckled his hand pulling the dark curtain back. You made it past the fountain to the gated entrance of the manor. Pulling back the large, black iron gate with all your strength you ran down the hill. Running straight to your home.

"Doyoung you will go first, Jaehyun you will go second and I will go last. We needed her to trust us or it won't work," Yuta said darkly letting the curtain slip from his fingers. He fixed his rings turning back to his brothers. "How?" Doyoung asked. "The same way you did before she knew, you just have to try harder now," He smirked going over to his younger brother. Waving his hands as he spoke, "Woo here, tell her things no one has told her before. Make her feel special and cared for, be the exact thing she thinks she needs," He said. Doyoung shook his head, "You want me to deceive her?" he asked following his brother with his eyes.

Yuta shook his head, "No no, loving her is not new for you, or you," he looked at Jaehyun. He stood behind Doyoung placing both hands on either shoulder. He watched Jaehyun as well from behind Doyoung.

"She is our missing piece. We've waited a long time for this Doyoung, don't ruin it with nonsense," he said sternly. Doyoung sighed defeated. He could not argue with his brother, he had never been wrong about anything. Jaehyun and he followed the elder blindly since they fled the kingdom many decades ago.

"What if she is hurt?" Jaehyun asked finally speaking up. Yuat left Doyoung walking to Jaehyun. He took a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. Walking to Jaehun who pulled out a lighter lighting it for him. After a couple of puffs, he spoke blowing some of the smoke at Jaehyun. "Trust me not a hair on her body will be harmed," The cigarette hung from his lips. "If anything happens it's because you properly did something wrong," He pointed at him. "Remember we all love her and we agreed to share her. Brothers I am trusting you will not let your silly feelings make you forget we agreed she would be ours if it is what she wants. And if one can't have her then none of us will understand?" he asked but really told. Both vampires nodded their heads hanging high.

"Great," he smiled exposing his teeth. He turned to Doyoung putting out his cigarette. "You will be first so make sure you get some rest. You have a long day tomorrow," he patted his shoulder and left Jaehyun following behind shutting the door closed. Doyoung sided walking to his window. From this view, he could see the opposite side of the house, another neighbor's window of an older woman getting ready for bed. He turned away staring at the moon, "It will work," he said.

"She will desire me. The way I to her and it will burn," Doyoung said as his eyes fell from the moon and waited for tomorrow.

To Be Continued…

Yes, this will be Five Parts.

Part 1: I Begin to Desire You. Call it Playing with Fire Part 2: You, Who Brought Heaven Part 3: Loving You Is Incomplete and Risky Part 4: Come to Me Like You'll Swallow Me Up Part 5: Like a Storm, You're My Favorite

This is my first series on here so I hope you all enjoy it! I didn't want to make this short story really really long so I broke it down. Making sure I write everything I needed to write but also not overwhelm anyone.

Enjoy :)

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[allekha]

Fun With Jump Arm Variations

When jumping, different skaters put their arms in different places, but generally they are pressed flat against the torso, especially on higher-revolution jumps. This compressed shape increases the skater’s rotational speed, which is important for attempting triples and quads.

But as anyone who has watched much skating has seen, you can jump with your arms in different positions, too. There are two main arm variations you will see in modern skating programs:

One arm above the head - these are nicknamed ‘tanos’ after Brian Boitano, who did not invent but did popularize the variation. Ones where the arm is bent a lot may be derisively nicknamed ‘helicopter tanos’, as some fans don’t like how they look. (Brian Boitano 1988 Olympics SP, Brian Orser 1988 Olympics SP, Petra Burka 1965 FS, Wendy Burge 1976 Olympics FS, Ekaterina Kurakova 2022 Euros FS)

Two arms above the head - these are nicknamed ‘rippons’ after Adam Rippon, who also did not invent them but popularized them when he started doing it on his lutz. (He did tanos on it for a while, but then started using both arms when he trained with Brian Orser, because he felt bad doing ‘tanos’ in front of Orser, who famously took silver behind Boitano at the Olympics.) (Adam Rippon 2016 GP France FS, Midori Ito 1988 Olympics SP, Ting Cui 2018 JGP Ostrava  SP, Sihyeong Lee 2021 Nebelhorn FS)

However, there are also other arm variations. These are all rare nowadays, although if you watch older programs, you are more likely to spot a variation that’s not a tano or rippon. Ones I’ve seen include:

Hands on hips - these used to be much more popular back in the day but have fallen out of fashion. I would guess it’s because they slow down rotational speed too much, as every one I have seen is a double except this one by Michael Chack, but I don’t know for sure. (Jill Trenary 1990 Worlds FS, Michael Chack 1992 USNats FS, Rory Flack 1988 USNats SP, Tonia Kwiatkowski 1988 USNats SP, Midori Ito 1987 Worlds SP, Anna Kondrashova 1988 Olympics SP, Yuzuru Hanyu 2010 JPNats FS)

Helicopter arms - this one has been used as a warm-up by Yuzuru Hanyu, and I’ve spotted it in competitions a couple of times with single and double jumps (Rory Flack 1994 US Open Artistic Program, Yuzuru Hanyu 2012 Finlandia Trophy SP warmup)

Arms behind back - I’ve only seen this one performed by Jason Brown in his Riverdance program, where depending on the event he placed either one or both arms behind his back during the second jump of this combo (2013 SA FS, 2014 Nats FS)

Arm switching midair - I’ve only seen this one in this lovely axel variation by John Curry (1976 Olympic SP)

Hands by the head - I believe I may have seen this used by at least one other skater, but the only example I have at hand is this one by Nancy Kerrigan (1990 Goodwill Games SP)

Beginning in 2009, ‘varied position in the air’ became a positive GOE bullet point for jumps. This was because they are supposed to add to the difficulty of a jump, although I’ve seen arguments back and forth from skaters about how true that is for some arm positions (and even if which arm is raised makes a difference for tanos). Years later, they exploded in popularity, particularly in the women’s competition. The trend had its beginning around 2014 or so; the previous season, junior World medalists Evgenia Medvedeva and Serafima Sakhanovich were given programs constructed to include raised arms on a couple of jumps, which wasn’t too unusual, but in 2014, their programs contained many more of them. Medvedeva would go on to dominate the senior circuit for several years and notably used raised arms on most of her jumps during that time, which started the trend in earnest among other skaters.

This GOE bullet point was removed for the 2018-2019 season. But if arm variations no longer get that bit of GOE, why do we still see them so often? There are probably a few reasons:

Skaters who trained them for GOE a few years ago got used to doing them that way and don’t want to mess with their muscle memory

They can add to a program aesthetically

Skaters and their teams may still hope to impress the judges by using them

Skaters have said that rippons help straighten their jump axis

I’ve also seen speculation that rippons can be used to help muscle jumps using the upper body in some cases

I would also like to shout out arm variations on jump exits that aren’t the standard check-out position. These aren’t as common as mid-air variations nowadays and rarely get talked about as their own thing - probably in part because they were never a GOE bullet - but they can add difficulty to the exit as well as give a nice choreographic touch to a program. You can see a few in the above gifs, but here’s a few more:

(Petra Burka 1965 Worlds FS, Yuzuru Hanyu 2021 “White Nights” EX, Anett Pötzsch 1976 Olympics FS, Hana Mašková 1968 Worlds FS, Claudia Kristofics-Binder 1976 Olympics FS, Brian Boitano 1988 Olympics SP, Vladimir Kovalyov 1976 Olympics SP)

[magalidragon]

❄️❄️dashing through the snow ❄️❄️| Jonerys Winter Wonderland | teaser

For prompt Sexy Sleigh Ride 🛷 | also I get my runaway bride fix too 🤭

Tulle flew over her face again; her legs went out from under her, and she was sure now she was showing off her undergarments to the world if anyone decided to take a peek. She cursed in Valyrian, struggling to upright herself, gathering skirts and tearing what she could, and now she was barefoot.

In the snow.

In the winter.

At Winterfell.

And she had no true escape plan.

"At least I'm out," she mumbled, looking up at the open window where she'd fallen from. She took a deep breath and turned, scanning around where she'd ended up.

She was on the north side of the castle, near the stables. The godswood was over to the west, a bit too close for comfort. The kitchens were on the far south side which was good because it was less likely for her to be caught by some cater waiter. All the guests should be seated, but she couldn't risk it.

"Daenerys Targaryen!"

Oh shit.

Dany whipped her head up, in time to see a flame red flash in the window she'd pushed herself out of. "Fuck," she mumbled. It was either Cat or Sansa, both of whom were the worst people in the world and now the hunt was on. She really had to get the fuck out of here.

Keep calm, keep calm.

The cold was starting to get to her, her arms bare in the floaty dress which looked like she'd been painted in feathers. It was beautiful. It was expensive. It was designed by her future sister-in-law.

And she hated it..

It was also not conducive to a winter outdoor wedding or escaping from the roof of a castle. The neck tied around her in a halter style, with rows and rows of floating feathery tulle and lace, fanning out into a train that was longer in the back than the front and was designed to show off the crystal studded heels she’d be wearing and also the matching coat. The coat, of course, she’s left upstairs. Damnit.

The ground was frozen solid, what little not covered in fluffy white snow feeling like cement beneath her bare feet. She gathered her skirts, her skin still flushed and warm from the adrenaline of the escape, and she ignored the beginnings of numbness in her toes, hurrying towards the stables.

There had been a plan, since they'd be going to the other side of the castle for the reception in the great hall, to have the "newlywed car" be a gilded sleigh pulled by reindeer. Yes, fucking reindeer. No horses for the Starks, no, they had to go find bloody reindeer. Like she was Mrs. Claus running off for a getaway weekend with Santa. She would have preferred a dragon.

Unfortunately there were no dragons to be had, so Dany had to settle for a reindeer.

Along the stables the reindeer were already hooked up to the newlywed sleigh, along with several others that would shepherd guests back and forth. Like Christmas Ubers or something. She could not believe the shit that Robb's family wanted to pull for this wedding. It was seriously the event of the decade, but she was going to throw a massive wrench into that plan.

Dany was surprised she wasn't hearing whistles and dogs barking-- wolves in the case of the Starks-- being set off to hunt her down and drag her bodily back to the godswood to continue the wedding. "What are you doing?" she hissed to herself, her head buzzing.

Running away from a miserable future.

Gods, she had to get out of here. She was freezing, she had no shoes, and honestly she just had to ride this psychosis to the end and figure it out later.

Missandei, her maid of honor, would undoubtedly know what happened when no wedding occurred and she’d hightail it to her hotel at the B&B in Wintertown, so Dany might as well head there. She glanced sideways.

At the reindeer.

“Bingpot,” she muttered, sprinting to the sleigh. She clambered up and into the monstrosity, silver and bedecked with bells and ribbon. The reindeer hitched up to it turned its head to curiously peer in her direction. She lifted reins and called out. “Mush!”

Nothing happened.

Hmm. “Go!” she shouted. She tugged on the reins. She knew how to ride horses and grew up with them. Reindeer were just fluffy horses with antlers right? Nothing again. The reindeer turned its head back around and carried on eating from the container attached to the hitching post. Dany closed her eyes, dripping her head. “What are you doing?” she repeated, rhis time a whisper.

“Yes, what are you doing?”

The voice, raspy and deep behind her, came from beneath the flannel blankets piled in the seat behind her. Dany screamed, throwing the reins in the air, startled and that did it. The reindeer pulled his head from the food and immediately began to run, making for the open gate.

Damn a sleigh moved fast.

Wind caught at her skirts, pulling them back around her and she flailed, caught off guard and not secure in her seat.

Owner of the voice cursed, tossed a cigarette she hadn’t even smelled or noticed over the side into the snow and jumped over from the back into the seat beside her, a blur of black leather and denim. He snatched the reins and pulled on them, bringing the reindeer to a manageable trot, and brought the sleigh over to the side of the main drive out of the castle grounds.

And the man she was in love with— who was definitely not her finance— whipped his head around, dark curls flying about his pale face and his gray eyes flashing.

“Daenerys Targaryen what the fuck are you doing?”

Dany didn’t even think— she hadn’t so far— blurting out: “I’m running away.”

There was a quiet beat, and then he smiled, long and slow, white teeth flashing canine like against his dark beard. “Well. We best get going then.”

And Jon snow turned away from her and snapped the reins, the reindeer running off and speeding the sleigh away from Winterfell.

[yuaniel]

Your Dear Academic Rival

Reo Mikage, Rin Itoshi x Reader (separated)

genre : fluff

Reo Mikage

Upon arriving to school, you sat in your typical location. You take your textbooks and begin reading right away. That is, until you identified Reo Mikage attempting to take a seat next to you. That was the person seated next to you. Your ultimate rival at school.

Then you asked him after giving him a puzzled expression. Why are you seated next to me? I'm not interested in dealing with your obnoxious girlfriends. He took a very long time to respond, but he eventually said. Our teacher teamed us up for a performance task, did you not read her message at the class group chat?

You then apologized and said. I didn’t have time to open my phone, my apologies.

You and your partner went to the library to discuss the assignment as soon as the teacher ended her discussion. You each took the books you needed for the assignment and sat next to one another once more.

While exchanging concepts, you two stared at one another. Reo continued his unending explanations as you started writing them down. The moment you realized Reo had stopped talking and was instead just gazing at you, you came to a stop.

What? You asked him with such an curious expression. Immediately afterward, he said. Nothing. You are really lovely.

Reo, your academic opponent, had just called you "lovely," and you were surprised to hear those words. You cannot, however, pretend that you did not also believe Reo to be incredibly attractive and wealthy. Although being aware of your crush on him, you decided to keep it a secret.

You thought you were way out of Reo's league, and there were plenty of girls who idolized him who were far better compared to you.

But you weren't expecting him to compliment you on your beauty. Was it merely a compliment, or does he have feelings for you? Right now, your head is spinning with ideas.

You didn't even realize you were looking directly at Reo, but he was staring back. He then took hold of your hand. And it jolted you awake. He went on to say.

Please give me a chance. I understand that it may appear that I despise you because we are academic rivals. But deep down, I've always admired you; you're both smart and beautiful. I've been watching you for a long time. I like you, so please accept my recognition.

You were surprised to learn that he liked you. There was no longer any reason to suppress your emotions. You then said, Reo, I may be rude to you at times, but I adore you; I've always admired you, but I assumed I was out of your league. I genuinely like you, Reo.

Itoshi Rin

The wind was cold, blazing through The windows of the school. Your hair sways within the breeze, You did not have a Jacket, Nor did you have any Gloves to protect you from this Cold Weather.

Being Beleaguered, You continue your walk to Your House. Bushes and trees rustling throughout Your Circumjacent.

Focused on your journey home, you did not notice Rin beside you.

Rin has always infuriated you. He's been your academic rival for ages, but because you're neighbors, you often see one another when you're on your way home. It's always awkward, but you try to strike up a conversation all the time.

Hey Rin.

Yeah?

Why are you so hostile toward me? You stare at me like I'm some hideous creature.

I don't hate you; I just appear to be like that.

Oh.

Rin was simply breathtaking. If looks could kill, he would have killed you long ago; you think he's charming but wouldn't allow yourself to admit it because the manner in which he stares at you as if you're a creature prevents you from confessing to him. You were afraid of being rejected by him.

Rin began to notice your hands shivering a bunch. Because your jacket was too short to reach your hands, you began to rub and blow on them in an attempt to warm them up.

Rin grabbed your hand and held it. He wasn’t looking at you but you were looking at him. He was blushing, you could see he tried to look at the other side to hide his face but you could notice the blush on his ears.

You didn’t wanna hold back your feelings anymore so you decided to tell Rin.

Rin I like you.

I like you to you lukewarm creature

Maybe you shouldn't have told him you liked him since he had simply labeled you a lukewarm creature.

[forest-hashira]

Noble Blood - Chapter Eight

hey everyone! i know the break between chapters was a little bit longer again this time, but given that this is now the longest chapter so far at over 7k words, you'll all understand why it took so long! lots of big happenings in this chapter too, so i hope you enjoy! (also peep the new dividers... wonder what those are for... hm...)

fic masterlist | read on ao3 | wc: ~7.3k | cw: gender neutral reader, light angst, minor injuries (no descriptions of blood or anything!), sneaking around, breaking the rules, big things afoot

For the most part, life stayed the same after your birthday. You went to school with Shoko, Utahime, Kento, and the other kids your age; you played with your friends; you ran errands for your parents; and Satoru and Suguru continued to be kept on a short leash by Satoru’s father, rarely being allowed to leave the Gojo estate to see anyone else.

A few months after your birthday, though, you were finally able to introduce Suguru to the rest of your friend group. As you expected, he and Shoko hit it off almost instantly, and Kento seemed to warm up to him rather quickly, too. Kento’s quick welcome of Suguru into the group irritated Satoru a bit, you thought, but he said nothing about it, because really you were both glad he blended into the group so well right away. 

And so, things settled into another new normal – something that seemed to be happening a lot lately, though it was out of your control. As usual when you got comfortable with a routine, time began to fly by: the seasons came and went, and everyone’s birthdays with them. Before you knew it, a little over a year had gone by. Now you, Shoko, and Utahime were of age to begin meeting hatchlings, and most likely within the year you would all have your dragons.

Shoko found her dragon first. It was a little over a month after her birthday, and she had gone with her mother to visit one of the older couples in the settlement, just as a general check up. The couple’s own dragons had a clutch of eggs – what would likely be their last, given their ages – that had hatched just a couple days before, and she’d been given permission to go and see them. She’d returned to her mother and the elderly couple with a baby dragon in her hands, sound asleep. He was a cute little thing, long and lanky, covered in brown and white splotches, and besides that, he had the most striking eyes you’d ever seen – bright turquoise and almost too big for his little head. She’d decided to name him Ryoji, after days of consideration and talking it out with your friend group; even Satoru and Suguru had been able to give their opinions – Satoru thought it was boring, Suguru thought it was very elegant.

A few months after that, Utahime went on a trip with her parents during a break in the school year. They were gone for two weeks, and when they came home, Utahime had a dragon perched on her shoulder like a parrot. Her dragon was white – an even purer white than Kenji, in fact – with a red belly, a large red spot on the top of her head, and red spots on the tips of her wings and the end of her tail. She looked incredibly delicate, and you rarely saw her anywhere but on your friend’s shoulder. Her name was Patience, which Utahime had always believed was the most important virtue. You found it a somewhat odd choice, but you never said anything.

The rest of the year came and went, and though you’d been introduced to almost a dozen hatchlings since your birthday, none of them were your dragon. You did your best not to let it discourage you – plenty of people had to wait nearly a year for their own dragon, including your own father. So you kept your chin up, looking forward to the day you would meet your destined dragon. It hadn’t happened the same year as Shoko and Utahime, though you were all the same age, but you were confident it would happen soon. Besides that, Kento was now old enough to begin meeting hatchlings in order to find his dragon, and getting to talk with him about it was a great comfort to you.

Your eleventh birthday passed quietly, yet again without an appearance from your best friends. They did manage to sneak away from Yaga for an hour or so the following day, though, and you spent that time hiding in the peach orchard, Kenji and Niji working on improving their flying. They were both clumsy, still trying to get the hang of it, but Kenji frequently got ahead of himself and crashed into trees, or the ground, or one of you; at one point he crashed into Niji and sent them both tumbling to the ground, and the three of you had to pull them off of each other when they started to fight.

Kento’s birthday wasn’t too long after your own, and his parents made a much bigger deal of it than any of his previous birthdays. His cake was huge and decorated with delicately piped frosting dragons, soaring across the dessert in various colors and sizes. Ginger lit the candles for your friend to blow out, and Cinnamon delivered everyone their own slice of the cake. 

The next day, the farmer who supplied the bakery with their flour said his dragon’s clutch of eggs had just hatched, if Kento was interested in seeing them. He’d agreed, but only after making sure you could come with him. Thankfully the farmer didn’t live too terribly far outside the settlement, so the trip wasn’t unbearably long.

When you’d arrived at the barn where the farmer’s dragon had built her nest, he said he was going to have to take you in one at a time. “She’s been a bit jumpy since the eggs hatched,” he’d explained. “Don’t want to spook her by bringing too many people in at once.”

After a bit of discussion, the pair of you agreed that Kento would go in first, since he was the one to receive the invitation in the first place. You’d waited patiently outside the barn while the farmer led him in to see the hatchlings, and a few minutes later he’d exited with a baby dragon roughly the size of a dinner roll tucked into the pocket of the shirt he wore. Though he didn’t wear the same beaming smile most of your friends had upon introducing their dragons to your friend group, you could see how excited he was by the way his eyes sparkled.

Invigorated by the knowledge that your friend had just met his dragon, you eagerly followed the farmer inside, peeking around him and stepping closer to the nest when he told you it was alright.

The mother dragon – who was about the size of a bear – watched you closely as you approached the nest, though she made no move to stop you, which you took as a good sign. You were careful not to get too close, though, giving the nest as much space as you could while still being able to see the rest of the hatchlings. They were all rather cute, and you smiled slightly as you watched them crawl over each other, fighting for space in the warmest spot in the nest. 

You spent a few moments watching them, then turned slightly over your shoulder to speak to the farmer. “How do I know if one of them is mine?” you asked quietly. He was far from the first person you’d asked that question, and you knew enough about bonds between riders and their destined dragons to know that it wasn’t simply a matter of picking the hatchling you thought was the cutest out of the first clutch you saw, but beyond that it was still a mystery to you.

“You’ll feel it in your chest,” the farmer replied,and from what you could see of his expression from the corner of your eye, you could tell he was looking at you sympathetically. “If one of these hatchlings was yours, you’d’ve felt it by now.”

The disappointment you felt was undeniable, but you hoped it didn’t show too obviously in your face as you nodded, then turned away from the nest and walked back outside with the farmer to meet Kento.

You didn’t hide your disappointment as well as you thought, apparently, because almost as soon as you exited the barn, Kento was giving you an apologetic look. The walk back was silent for the most part, and once again you were thankful the farm wasn’t as far from the settlement as many other farms were, because you were eager to go back to your bed, where you could curl up beneath your blankets and hide away from the rest of the world for a little while.

Just before leaving you at your house, though, Kento paused, placing a hand lightly on your arm as he looked over at you. “You’ll find your dragon someday.” Though his voice was soft, the certainty in his words was stronger than you expected. All you could do for a moment was stare, but eventually you nodded, swallowing the lump that had begun to form in your throat.

“Thanks, Kento.”

He gave you a slight nod and bid you farewell, and you turned down the path that led back to your family’s home. When you walked in the door, and your parents saw your face, they knew better than to ask how meeting the hatchlings had gone. Instead, they said nothing, your mother pulling you into a brief hug, and your father kissing the top of your head, before they let you slip back to your room.

Their small comforts were appreciated every time, but you always needed a bit of time alone after another disappointment like this one. But you also knew that, once you emerged from your room again later, they would have a snack and a creamy hot chocolate waiting for you on the table, just like always. 

And so the rest of the year carried on, with everything being the same for you while everyone else around you had their lives changed forever. Because it wasn’t just your friends that were finding their dragons, it never had been. You’d watched as your schoolmates found their dragons, one by one, until, by the time winter break rolled around at the end of the year, you were the only one without a dragon.

During that time, it had gone from disappointing to be behind your peers in this aspect, to embarrassing, to downright humiliating. It was only a few more months before you turned twelve, and yet you’d still had no luck with finding the dragon who was destined to be at your side for the rest of your lives.

It was clear that most of your classmates pitied you, wondered if maybe there was something wrong – a worry that practically never left your own mind – but where was another subgroup of your peers who loved to actively taunt and harass you for not yet having a dragon.

For some reason, they really seemed to have it out for you on the last day of school for the year, following you as you made your way home, calling insults after you, some of them even sending their dragons forward to trip you, or bite at your clothes, or tangle your hair, and they would laugh every time you would stumble or try fruitlessly to swat the creatures away from you. Somehow you managed not to cry through the assaults, though, and for that you were glad, at least.

Hoping they would leave you alone when they had to split up and go their separate ways to go home, you continued on towards your own home, doing everything in your power to ignore your bullies. When they continued to follow well past where you knew some of them should have turned and taken a different path, though, you began to grow a bit worried. Were they going to follow you all the way to your house?

Before you could fully spiral over that anxiety, you heard a familiar voice call out your name, and you looked up to see your best friends standing at the base of the path that led up to the Gojo estate.

Both boys looked displeased by the sight of you being harassed by your classmates and their dragons; Suguru looked a little more concerned for your wellbeing, while Satoru looked angrier that people were treating you this way.

Kenji and Niji, now too big to curl around their masters’ shoulders like they used to, stood and began to pace around them, eyeing you and your current predicament. They looked uneasy, ready to jump in and help you, but their training had apparently schooled them into being more attentive to their masters’ wishes and commands.

“Are you alright?” Suguru asked, as you changed directions slightly, eager to be near them. He glanced from you, to the small dragons nipping at your heels and swooping around your head, then back to you. His features were pinched with worry, and it made your heart squeeze to know you were the reason he was upset.

“I’m fine,” you answered, hoping it wouldn’t be too obvious that you were lying. Unfortunately for you, one of the bullies’s dragons felt particularly bold and sank its sharp little baby teeth into your calf. With a small shriek of pain, you stumbled forward, trying to catch yourself while simultaneously trying to grab hold of the reptile that had a death grip on your leg.

“Hey!” One of the bullies shouted – presumably the one whose dragon was latched onto you like a leech. “Don’t you dare touch him!”

“But he’s biting me!” you shouted back, still flailing to try and get the dragon without busting your head open on the cobblestones. Thankfully, Suguru was within reach now, and he caught you before you could go face first into the ground.

“It was self defense, right guys?” The whole group of bullies chorused their agreement, most of them smirking or grinning at you maliciously, some of them even laughing as they watched you struggle. “You tried to kick him, he just reacted on instinct to protect himself.”

You stared at them all, open mouthed, in disbelief. Before you could say anything, though, Satoru was stepping between you and the group. You watched, somewhat anxiously, as he grabbed the back of the dragon’s neck with one hand, and with the other he pried its jaws open, ignoring how the dragon fought him and tore up the skin on his fingers, and pulling it away quickly once its teeth were no longer buried in your leg.

He stood then, turning back to face the group, dragon still in hand, the fingers of his free hand slowly dripping blood onto the ground. “Learn to keep your animal under control,” he spat. “If this happens again I’ll speak to my father about having your dragon rehomed.”

The bully paled at that; having a dragon rehomed – taken away from their bonded human – was a very serious threat, and everyone knew that Satoru’s father was one of the very few people who had the power to make it happen. After a moment, though, he only seemed to grow angry all over again, going red in the face, and you swore you could see steam coming from his ears.

“For what?” he demanded. “It was self defense, like I said, and I have witnesses!” He gestured toward the group of other schoolkids behind him, though their faces were a mix of angry and nervous, after hearing the threat of having their dragons rehomed. “Besides, I’m just a kid, I’m still learning to train my dragon.”

“Even an idiot knows not to let their dragon bite someone,” Satoru retorted. “Now go home and leave my friend alone.” With that, he adjusted his hold on the dragon in his hand, then tossed him towards the bully.

With a sputtering sound of protest, the bully caught his dragon – Satoru didn’t throw him all that hard, after all – and shot your friend a murderous glare. “You could’ve killed him!” he fumed, and the next second, all the other dragons were screeching and racing towards the three of you.

You felt your heart begin to race, not at all sure how this was going to turn out, but neither of your friends seemed worried about it in the least. 

“Kenji,” Satoru said calmly, not even looking down at his companion. Even still, Kenji stopped his pacing, gaze locked on Satoru’s profile. “Tosshin.”

Faster than you could blink, Kenji was tearing away from Satoru’s side, launching himself headfirst into the group of oncoming dragons, not looking worried in the least that he was outnumbered – he was a lot bigger than they were, after all.

Niji squirmed beside Suguru, letting out a soft chuff as he looked up at his master. Suguru glanced over at his own dragon for a moment, giving him a small nod before turning back to you, looking over the bite wound in your leg.

Having gotten approval to join the tussle, Niji was quick to jump over you and race to Kenji’s side. Even though you knew you should’ve been more worried about your bleeding bite – dragon bites could get infected very quickly if not properly treated – you couldn’t help but watch your friends’ dragons.

They moved in tandem, coordinated even without communication or instruction; you wondered absently if that were a result of training together practically their whole lives. They were still a little clumsy on their feet, given they were still growing, but you could already tell they would be incredibly graceful once they were fully grown. The thought of how big they would likely get sent a shiver down your spine; even now, at just a few years old, they were bigger than most dogs you’d met in your life, their shoulders even with their masters’ hips when they stood beside them.

Kenji seemed to prefer to get above his opponents, standing up on his hind legs and swiping at the dragons that came for him, even snapping his teeth at them. He never actually bit any of the other dragons, though; the clicking of his teeth was more of a warning than anything, a threat of his strength should the other not back down.

Niji, on the other hand, stayed lower, racing forward and slamming into the knees of the bullies, knocking them all over as if it were nothing, growling and whipping his tail at them when they attempted to get up or tried to grab at him. He only let up when the other, smaller dragons scrambled away from Kenji and back towards their own masters.

Your friends called their dragons back almost simultaneously, and instantly both dragons were stepping away from the group and returning to their masters’ sides.

“Go. Home.” Satoru’s voice held no room for argument as he glared at the group, looking a bit like he wanted to walk over and start kicking them all while they were down, but he stayed where he was. “If we ever find out you were harassing our friend again, we won’t call them off so quickly.” 

The group raced off without another word, and you swore you could see at least one of the kids crying, which gave you a small sense of satisfaction, knowing the people who had been bullying you were now also upset.

“You okay?” Satoru asked, turning around to face you again, all traces of anger and frustration gone from his expression as he looked you over. “That bite looks pretty deep. You should get it looked at.”

You stared dumbly at him for a moment, though you jumped as you felt a cold, scaly nose brush over the broken skin. A hiss of pain escaped your lips, and you knew your friend was right. If you didn’t get this looked at and properly treated soon, you’d probably wind up with a nasty infection. “I’ll have my parents call for one of Shoko’s parents after I get home."

“Why wait that long?” Suguru asked, still kind of holding you steady, though you were back on your own feet again now. “My guess is you won’t be able to walk home on that leg very easily, either. We’ll take you to the clinic, then help you get home.”

“Thanks, but you really don’t—” You cut yourself off mid-sentence with a squeak as Satoru lifted you into his arms like it was the easiest thing in the world. The heat in your cheeks over the show of strength – even at only age twelve – was undeniable, but you said nothing, knowing there was no arguing with your friends; they were easily the two most stubborn people you’d ever known.

“Nonsense!” Satoru said, already beginning to walk with you towards the clinic. Suguru was barely a step behind him, and Kenji and Niji were on either side of your little group as you walked. “What kinds of friends would we be if we left you stranded and injured away from home, or some other kind of help?”

His words drew a small laugh out of you, and you shook your head slightly. As you settled back down in Satoru’s hold, though, you noticed Suguru watching you with a soft smile on his face, and you felt your face burn a bit hotter before you looked away.

The clinic wasn’t too far from where you’d run into the boys, so getting there only took a few minutes. Shoko’s mother sat at the table in the front room, and she looked more than a little surprised to see Satoru carry you through the door, Suguru close on his heels.

“What happened?” she asked, standing from her seat and ushering the three of you back into an exam room. Satoru put you down on the exam table once you were all in the room, but he didn’t look very pleased about it.

“There was a group of bullies,” Suguru explained, watching you closely as Shoko’s mother stepped closer to look you over.

“One of the dragons bit their leg,” Satoru added, scowling at the bite mark and crossing his arms over his chest as he stepped back to stand beside Suguru.

“It’s really not that bad,” you tried to insist, even though the wound was already growing itchy and deeply uncomfortable. 

Shoko’s mother said nothing, just rolled up the leg of your pants so they rested above the wound in your calf, and her expression grew concerned. “That’s quite a deep bite, sweetheart,” she said, glancing up at you. “I’ll need to clean it, which might hurt a bit. Once it’s clean I’ll be better able to determine if you’ll need stitches for it or not.” 

You nodded, though you really weren’t fond of the idea of getting stitches. But you also weren’t a doctor, so you weren’t going to argue if Ieiri-san decided you needed them. As the healer walked away from you, presumably to gather the supplies she would need to clean and dress your leg, your gaze went back to your friends, who stood across the room from you. There was silence for a moment, with none of you really knowing what to say, when suddenly a thought occurred to you.

“Where were you guys going?” you asked curiously. 

“What do you mean?” Suguru asked, tilting his head slightly as he awaited your response.

“I know you don’t get to leave the estate with your dragons very often unless you’re running an errand or something,” you explained. “So I was just curious if Yaga had sent you somewhere specific.”

The boys exchanged a look, one that communicated much more than you ever would have expected without either of them saying a word. Feeling like you were intruding on a personal moment between them, you dropped your gaze, and you smiled slightly when you saw Kenji and Niji laid quietly on the floor; Niji had curled himself up so as not to take up too much space, but Kenji apparently didn’t care about any of that, and was sprawled out on his side beside him, legs and tail spread out almost as far as he could get them, as if he were intentionally taking up every possible inch of floor space that he could cover. 

“We were coming to see you, actually.” 

The sound of your raven haired friend’s voice had you lifting your head again as you blinked in surprise. “You were?”

“What?” Satoru asked, pouting exaggeratedly as he looked at you. “Are we not allowed to come see our friend just because we feel like it?”

His words left you feeling a little flustered, and though you tried to mask it with a scowl, you felt fairly certain you failed miserably in that regard. “I never said that,” you huffed. “It’s just that I don’t get to see you guys very often, so I was surprised that you would choose to use your free time away from the estate just to come see me.”

“Well, if you don’t see yourself as worthy of our time— OW! Why did you hit me?” Satoru turned and glared at Suguru then, scowling as he rubbed the back of his head, where the other boy had struck him. After a pointed look from Suguru, Satoru sighed dramatically, then turned back to you with a sheepish expression. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I was just kidding. We really like spending time with you.” 

“We do like spending time with you,” Suguru confirmed. “But this time specifically we were looking for you to extend an invitation.”

“An invitation?” you asked curiously, but your view of your friends was briefly cut off as Shoko’s mother returned to her spot in front of you.

“I’m going to clean your wound now,” she said. “It will probably sting, but it shouldn’t hurt. If it hurts I need you to tell me, because that means something else might be wrong.” She waited until you nodded your understanding, then knelt on the floor in front of you to have a better angle at which to clean your leg. You watched as she poured some sort of antiseptic on a cloth, the scent of it burning your nose, before the boys called for your attention again.

“Yes, an invitation,” Suguru confirmed, then bumped Satoru lightly, as if cuing him to speak.

“An invitation for what, exactly?”

“Another dragon on the estate has a clutch of eggs that are predicted to hatch at some point today,” Satoru explained. “And we wanted you to come meet them.”

There was a small burst of hope in your chest, and you could practically feel the way your eyes lit up, but that hope quickly died away. It wasn’t just the fact that you had met so many hatchlings over the last two years and had never felt a bond form with any of them; turning a bit more towards Satoru, you voiced your concern. 

“I thought your father didn’t like me, and didn’t want me on the estate anymore.” Just as you finished speaking, Ieiri-san pressed the cloth to the bite in your leg, carefully beginning to clean away the dried blood, both to sanitize the area and to make it easier to get a good look at the wound itself. She murmured an apology when it made you jump, but kept at her task.

“It’s not that he doesn’t like you,” Satoru began, then seemed to struggle to come up with an alternative. “It’s just… he thinks you’re a bad influence?” 

“I’m a bad influence?”

“Yes.”

“On you.”

“And Suguru! But… yeah.”

You exchanged a look with the raven haired boy, arching a brow at him slightly; all he offered in response was a shrug. Neither of you believed that, but it also seemed like something Gojo-sama would tell his son as his reason for not wanting you around Satoru, as much as he could prevent it.

“But he’s okay with me coming to meet the hatchlings?” you asked, trying not to get your hopes up too high. 

“He knows you haven’t had any luck finding your dragon yet, and he knows your family can’t afford to visit any other villages or cities to see if your dragon is somewhere else,” Satoru replied. You didn't doubt that his father did, in fact, know all of that, but you did doubt that that changed his feelings about you at all.

Apparently also feeling suspicious about the boy’s vague answer, Shoko’s mother paused her task, turning to look over her shoulder at the Gojo heir. “Gojo-sama is aware that you’re bringing someone to see a new clutch of hatchlings before anyone else gets to see them?”

“Yes,” Satoru answered confidently.

Both you and Shoko’s mother narrowed your eyes at him, scrutinizing him to see if you could detect any trace of a lie, but when he didn’t waver under your intense gazes, you both decided to drop it.

“If the three of you get into any trouble over this,” Ieiri-san sighed. “I don’t want to be roped into it. I never heard this conversation.”

That statement had a small, smug snicker smirk spread across Satoru’s face, though he yelped and did his best to distance himself from Suguru when the other boy pinched his arm harshly. “Stop hurting me!”

Once Ieiri-san had finished with your leg – she had ultimately decided that you did not need stitches, but she told you to keep an eye on it and make sure it stayed clean, and to come back to see her if it appeared to get worse – your friends had walked you home, and this time you insisted on walking on your own two feet, even if you did need to hold onto one of them the whole way because you couldn’t put your full weight on your injured leg. 

Your mother was absolutely frantic when she saw the state you were in, and she only began to calm when Suguru promised that the school bullies wouldn’t be bothering you anymore, if he and Satoru had anything to say about it.

They then explained the situation about the hatchlings to your parents, the same way they’d explained it to you. Unsurprisingly, your parents – especially your mother – were also skeptical, but after reassuring them with the same words he’d used to reassure you, your parents agreed that you could go.

Barely containing their excitement, the boys promised to come back that night to pick you up. 

“Why are you going so late?” your mother questioned, though you couldn’t tell if she was merely curious or beginning to grow suspicious again.

“The clutch still hasn’t hatched yet,” Suguru explained. “They’re expected to hatch today, but nobody is quite sure when. Hopefully sometime this evening, and then they can be left alone for a few hours with their mother before they receive any visitors.”

Seeming satisfied by this answer, your mother nodded, and you and the boys all shared bright smiles; even if your hopes weren’t especially high that you’d find your dragon this time, either, excitement was rolling off your friends in waves, and it was contagious.

Later that night – a few hours after the sun had set, though given the time of year, that wasn’t particularly difficult – Satoru and Suguru knocked on your door. Your father was the one to answer, as your mother fussed over you, insisting you put on at least a light jacket and asking, for at least the tenth time, if you were really ok to walk all the way to the estate on your own.

“I’m not on my own,” you reminded her calmly, though you could feel your patience waning now that your friends had arrived. “Satoru and Suguru are walking with me. They won’t let me fall behind.”

“One of us will carry them if we have to!” Satoru chimed in helpfully from the door, a much too cheeky grin on his face as he spoke.

You just rolled your eyes at him, but his words seemed to appease your mother, and she at last let you go. “Alright, alright,” she relented with a sigh. “You’ll come straight home, won’t you? I don’t want you to impose unnecessarily.”

I don’t want to give Gojo-sama any further reason not to like you was what she really meant, and you knew it, but neither of you were going to say that out loud.

“I’ll come home as soon as I can,” you promised, and you really did mean it. You couldn’t imagine this excursion would take long anyways; it never had in the past.

With one last hug from each of your parents, you stepped outside with your friends, smiling as both Kenji and Niji rubbed their heads against you in greeting; you weren’t quite as tall as the boys anymore, so their scaly, horned heads came just below your ribcage. After giving them each a small stroke to their heads, you all made for the Gojo estate.

It was silent between the three of you for a bit, until you’d made it a little ways from your house. Satoru glanced over his shoulder, as if checking to see that you weren’t being followed, or to make sure no one was listening, then turned back to face you.

“So,” he began. “I may or may not have lied a little bit about this.”

A sigh slipped from your lips at his words, though you weren’t exactly surprised. “What part did you lie about, exactly?” 

“My father doesn’t know I’m bringing you to see the hatchlings.”

Those words weren’t a surprise either, but they still made your stomach churn with anxiety. You turned to look up at your friend then, your gaze sharp; he avoided making eye contact with you. “So you lied when you said your father knew you were bringing someone to see the hatchlings before anyone else?”

“No! I mean… not technically?” Despite the fact that the snowy haired boy was defending himself from your accusation, he at least had the decency to look a little chastised. “He knows I’m bringing someone, he just doesn’t know I’m bringing you, specifically.”

“Who does he think you’re bringing?”

“...Suguru.”

You groaned. “Satoru! That barely even counts! He lives with you!”

“Please don’t shout,” Suguru cut in, voice much lower than yours had just been. “We really would prefer not to get caught sneaking you onto the estate.”

“I’d feel better if you weren’t sneaking me at all,” you groused, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Don’t blame Satoru,” Suguru insisted, now looking a bit sheepish himself. “This was my idea, he just helped make it happen.”

You stared at him in shock, your eyes wide and mouth hung open as you stopped in your tracks. Assuming you were having trouble walking, Kenji and Niji pressed into you from either side, as if holding you upright.

Both Satoru and Suguru stopped walking as well, turning back to face you. They each had a blush high across their cheeks, and they looked almost nervous, as if they expected you to change your mind, to turn around and go home without meeting the hatchlings.

“Please don’t be upset,” Satoru pleaded. “We really want you to find your dragon, and we don’t want you to miss out on any opportunities to meet new hatchlings just because an adult doesn’t want you to.”

Still left speechless by everything you were hearing, you didn’t answer right away. The longer you stared at them in silence, the more antsy your friends seemed to grow, and that was enough to snap you out of whatever trance you’d been in. You quickly snapped your jaw shut, clearing your throat softly and blinking back the tears you suddenly felt burning at your eyes. “Thank you,” you said quietly, feeling your own face beginning to burn.

The boys visibly relaxed at your words, and they both offered you small, relieved smiles. “C’mon then,” Satoru encouraged. “Let’s go meet some dragons.”

The rest of the walk to the estate was quiet, though this time it was a comfortable silence. That, and the closer you got to the estate, the more likely it was that you would get caught, so you kept quiet.

You followed Satoru’s lead as he walked further around the walls of the estate than you ever had, you assumed back to where the housing for the dragons was. “I really hope you don’t expect me to climb any walls this time,” you whispered to him, really only half joking. You’d gotten a concussion last time you’d tried it, and that was without an injury to your leg.

“I don’t,” Satoru assured, glancing over his shoulder and smiling at you. “There’s a gate around back, right by the housing for the flightless and nesting dragons. I made sure it was unlocked before we left to get you.”

You let out a soft sigh of relief; at least you wouldn’t have to worry about getting another concussion or worse.

It was only a few moments longer until you reached the gate, which Satoru quietly unlatched and pushed open. Much to your surprise, the hinges didn’t squeak at all, though you certainly weren’t complaining. 

Satoru stepped through first and held the gate open, followed by Kenji, then you, then Niji, and finally Suguru. Once everyone was through, Satoru closed and latched the gate back just as quietly as he had opened it. “This way,” he whispered, gesturing for you to follow him again.

He led you along the space between the trees and the wall of the estate until you reached a large building. It was almost like a barn in shape, but it was made entirely from granite, and had large, elaborate wooden doors that you could tell just from looking at them were heavy. Thankfully there was a smaller, more easily opened door on the side of the building, presumably for staff, rather than the dragons themselves.

This time Suguru was the one to open the door, ushering you and Satoru inside, though this time Kenji and Niji waited outside, as if on some unspoken order.

“Are they not allowed in here?” you asked quietly as Suguru closed the door. 

“I guess technically there’s no rule saying they can’t come in here,” Satoru answered. “But they stayed outside last time we came to look at the eggs, so they probably just don’t like it.”

“Plus,” Suguru added. “It’s nice to know they’re keeping watch for us in case someone comes looking for us, or something.”

You nodded slightly after a moment, realizing he was right. You didn’t have long to dwell on that, though, as Satoru took your hand and lightly tugged you forward again. As the three of you walked further and further back into the building, you caught a few glimpses of sleeping dragons in various stalls; some of the dragons were the size of draft horses, while others were barely the size of barn cats. The whole space was lit with just a few lanterns hung here and there, so it was dim, but that was fine; if it was much brighter than it had been outside under the moonlight it probably would have hurt your eyes.

Eventually you reached the very back of the structure, where a stall much larger than all the others sat; the sight of it made you a bit nervous.

“Is the mother dragon really that big?” you asked, glancing between your friends.

“No, she’s not,” Suguru soothed.

“Nesting dragons are just given a lot more space than usual,” Satoru added, squeezing your hand lightly. “Go ahead, we’ll be right behind you.”

You hesitated a moment longer, then slowly walked forward, pulling the stall door open and stepping into the stall itself. The mother dragon – a beautiful dusty pink and lavender creature about twice the size that Kenji and Niji currently were – laid against the back wall, her tail encircling her nest. She opened her eyes when you opened the stall door, but beyond that she didn’t move, just watched you carefully as you approached.

Before you got too close, you crouched down, wanting to make yourself look smaller and less like a threat, and you shuffled the rest of the way to the nest on your knees. Though their footsteps were dampened by the layer of straw on the floor, you could still hear your friends behind you, and that gave you the courage to finally look down at the hatchlings.

As most clutches of hatchlings tended to do, they were asleep in a pile, doing their best to keep themselves and each other warm. While the sight was cute, it meant that you couldn’t tell how many there were, or really what any of them looked like, especially in the near complete darkness. Something tugged in your chest as you eyed the pile of hatchlings, which had never happened before, and though the tugging feeling had you wanting to reach out and pull the pile apart, you didn’t want to risk getting your hand getting bitten off by a protective mama dragon. So, instead, you turned to look at her and found her eyes still locked on you.

“I can’t see all of them,” you told her, not even entirely certain she would understand what you were saying. “Can I move them apart?”

The dragon let out a small huff at the question, then lifted her head from where it had been resting on her feet. She turned away from you for a moment, nosing lightly at her little pile of hatchlings until they weren’t completely hiding each other from you, then rested her chin back on her feet, still watching you closely.

You thanked her quietly, glad that she had actually understood what you had asked. A bright glint of moonlight shone in the corner of your vision, and you quickly turned to investigate it.

“Holy shit,” Satoru said behind you.

“Oh my god.” This time it was Suguru’s voice. “Is that…?”

“It can’t be,” Satoru replied. “Nobody’s seen one in almost three hundred years!” His voice was hushed but his words were near frantic.

You barely heard the exchange, though, your eyes locked on the impossible thing in front of you. 

In the middle of the nest was a metallic dragon hatchling, and even in the moonlight you could see its scales shimmer like new copper. The longer you stared at it, the stronger that tugging feeling in your chest grew, and your heart began to pound. You stared, transfixed, as the little thing wiggled around, turning its body to face you before slowly opening its eyes. The second those green eyes locked with yours, you felt something snap into place, and for a moment your mind was empty for everything except for one thing you knew for certain.

This dragon – the first metallic to be seen in nearly three centuries – was your dragon.

Without even thinking about it, as if led by instinct, you reached forward and scooped the hatchling into your hands. The mother dragon made no fuss, and neither did the hatchling, the baby settling right down into your warmth as you held her close and closing her eyes again. She looked almost exactly the same as you remembered Kenji looking when he was a little hatchling like this, though she showed no signs of having horns like he had; you couldn’t help but wonder if she would develop them as she grew older, or if only male dragons had horns.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have much time to linger on the thought, because you heard several sets of hurried footsteps rushing through the building, and a harsh voice calling out to you and your friends. “Who goes there? And what do you think you’re doing in here?”

going forward, pretty much all commands characters use for their dragons will be in japanese, but i will writing them out in the english alphabet (romaji) and providing translations at the end of the chapters. in this case, "tosshin" means "rush/charge"

taglist: @ghost-1-y @kentohours @whatthefucksatan @mitsuristoleme @lu-dao-writes 

@peachdues @here-for-the-tea-baby @staryukis @roselleviennesstuff @witchbybirth

@marinnnnnnnnn @dr-runs-with-scissors

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Runaway {Part 14}

Runaway Masterlist

DNI/BYF

Synopsis: It seems all that praying has worked. Everything is alright

Warm. That's what he felt and it was a good type of warmth. It had been so long since he’s felt this way. And it was honestly welcomed. 

It was like a nice dream. A nice illusion and yet he knew it was never his to begin with. 

He felt your breath, the beat of your heart and then he felt that warmth that was no doubt your babe. Sure he would never be able to feel it the way you do. He would never know the feeling but this was close enough.

He felt you with him and he was almost sure you could feel him too. 

He felt you breathe, he felt you dream, felt your babe and felt your heart. But he felt no pain. He felt nothing wrong 

So in his thoughts and in his heart he called to you. Awaiting any sign from you that if you were still there. You’d give him something back. 

He waited. And waited, counting the seconds as he hoped. 

And there it is, there’s that feeling in his heart. You called him. You felt him and you replied. 

And he kept calling again, and again. And you kept calling back. 

Be still his heart when he wishes to hold and hear you again, Be still his mind as he can only think of you. By the mind of his great desires there you were again. 

‘Please awaken with me’

He thinks out loud feeling his heart race. 

‘I promise to kiss you as soon as you wake’ 

‘I promise to always protect you two’

‘I promise to fight for us if you ever are so kind to wake up for me’

‘Please its all i ask’ 

He got nothing back. But he felt the pang at his heart double. He felt you, felt that aching feeling of loss. 

And as he predicted he woke up from his slumber. No longer feeling you. His mother is now staring down at him. Glaring daggers as she hissed at him. “Are you an ignorant boy?” 

“Mother” he tried to reason. Both your Queues in her hands. 

“I pray for the resilience to not twist a knot in your tail” 

“I was doing fine”

“You do not know what she’s ill with! I know she is your mate as are you but”

A stir. The groan and then followed by your voice “Ma Ao’nung” 

It felt like he had died. The gentle tune of the beat of your voice. To hear you. To see you stir awake. Both of their attention to you. 

You gulped. The dryness in your mouth was unwelcomed. You felt like a ton of rocks had fallen on you before you could even open your eyes. 

Ao’nung and Ronal. Both eyes staring deep into your soul. 

“Ma Eywa thank you thank you thank you!” You heard Ronal pray and then felt Ao’nung throw himself at you. Making you cough at the roughness. 

“Ao’nung! Careful with her. Go quickly Fetch Jakesully” 

“But”

“Go!” 

He didn’t argue seeing your figure before taking off. 

You sat there now staring into her eyes. That same fear you felt a long time ago now in the back of your throat. You looked at her and she at you. Her eyes filled with tears, with a relief only she would know. 

“Thank you Ma Eywa” She whispered, wrapping her arms around you. 

You were confused. Startled at feeling her gently hug you. “Tsahik?” 

“I am beyond words happy as you have awoken child” 

“But. I thought” 

“Do not. I was..I was wrong” It hurt her pride really. But she’s had years to Admit to it now. “I am so sorry” 

Feeling her hug you. It felt. Right but also wrong and then it hit you that you had something in between the two of you. You looked down. Your now very prominent belly showing and it took you a while to remember that you had wanted to tell Ao’nung that you were expecting. You couldn’t help but smile however to know that you hadn’t lost this blessing. Hearing the door to the room open and then being manhandled to the arms of your father and mother. 

“Oh Y/n! Oh my sweet child!” your mother said through tears as all she could do was hold you alongside jake. Your eyes looking ahead at your siblings who couldn’t believe it. You opened your arms as best as you could before they all went ahead and came around you to hug you. 

“Hey everyone!” You said chuckling as you could only do that. “You all act like i died” 

“Just happy to see you baby girl” your father said, making you laugh a little. You couldn’t help it but you let out a purr. 

“Don't worry sempul A bullet hadn’t killed me and neither is anything else” 

“I dont think this is the time for jokes” You heard Lo’ak say besides you but you couldn’t help but laugh.

Turning to look at the only person in the doorway. Was your mate. Staring at you as if blinking would cause you to disappear. Your tail wagging a little subconsciously as you continued to stare. And it wasn’t long until you two were left alone. 

You had been safe, vitals checked out and it was all good though you still had to stay for one more night. Which you didn’t mind. 

Face to face. Staring at you, before you opened your arms and let him tackle you. Your arms wrapping around him. Finally together finally full. 

His sobs broke your heart and you felt so absolutely horrible for letting him wait for you to wake up. His trembling form now holding onto you and it felt like holding a small child. You continued to shush him. Telling him it was all alright. That it will be okay. 

“Ma Y/n! I cant believe you’re really awake�� 

“I am my love” 

“It felts like it has been a lifetime since i seen or heard you. Felt you and it feels likes is some sick dream you have it all come true. No greater pain has known my heart since the day you gone my dearest heart” 

Hearing those words again felt so utterly heartbreaking and yet made your heart soar. 

“Be still my Ao’nung it’s alright. We are alright” 

And you let him cry. Let him continue to sob in your arms as all you could do was reassure him that things would be alright. That things would be okay. 

By morning. You were let go. And that left the Question…Where exactly would you be staying? And that was the puzzling problem for the rest of your Family. 

You two were mated. No longer kids that had to share a pod with your family. And yes Given other circumstances you would have a pod next to Ao’nung’s family. But being away for so long you wanted something more secluded? 

There really was no pod the same distance apart from your parents that was unoccupied. Given that Lo’ak and Ao’nung had to talk about who of them would be okay to take up the role of Olo’eyktan You really didn't have an option on either taking the pod next to the Leaders of the clan. Least not yet. 

So there was a big dilemma. 

“Ao’nung really We should take that pod. And if Lo’ak does decide to take the role with you agreeing.  We can then move” 

“Ma Y/n Really its no problem We can probably have a pod closer inland. 

“I think your being stubborn”

“I'm stubborn?” 

“Oh for. You both are stubborn” Neteyam butt in as he had been hearing this conversation go on for an hour too long. “Look just take the pod. Im sure either way after its decided you two or whoever it is can make a pod how you like it if the conditions are right” 

You couldn’t believe how easily Ao’nung settled for that. And now here you are moving a few things from your old home. Well Lo’ak and Neteyam had gone and found it. 

It was a little bittersweet to see all the things you had made from scratch. “Im a little Homesick i’ll admit” You said out loud to the rest of the family who was helping organize the place. 

“Yeah? What do you miss?” Asked Ao’nung 

“I guess i miss the trees? I miss sleeping up near the sky and being able to see the bottom of the lake. Which by the way we never did go see what was in that cave” You admitted moving what you could to make things more homely. 

“Oh i guess not” 

“It’s alright. Its nice to have you not look like a dried fish” 

“Oh gee, Thanks” 

Ronal couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. It was nice to hear and see her son again. But it was nice to see this. And in some way it reminded her of her love with Tonowari. Looking at them and your growing bump. She knew everything would be alright.

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Just One more Chapter Yall! And itll be finished i am sure

[unholybacon355]

Callme When You're Sober

Sana x Jihyo

Words Count: 2.9k

A/N: At the beginning this was supposed to be the first chapter, and the second one was supposed to be smut. But things happened and I now I don't wanna write that second part anymore. Gonna leave to your Imagination what happen next. So if you aren't noticed yet, this isn't smut, but also isn't fluff.

It was quite a warm night considering that it was almost the end of autumn. Even so, the only window in the room was wide open with the curtains drawn, so that the dim light from the street filtered in through the net curtain. Inside were two figures plunged in darkness, seated facing each other, one on each side of the square that the light drew as it hit the floor.

One was sitting on the bed, her legs crossed on it. While the other one was sitting on the small sofa, which for some reason always seemed so out of place in that not very big room. Both staring at each other without issuing a word.

The truth was that neither of them was quite sure what to say in a situation like this. Both had given their arguments, but it was clear that they did not want to give in to the other. Words more, words less. It was hard to change anything right now. Not after everything that had happened that night.

Down on the first floor, things were beginning to calm down. It seemed that the party was finally coming to an end. Music was no longer heard, and the laughter had given way to a few complaints that faded with the passing of the minutes. Clearly everyone was leaving the house, and apparently many were doing so against their will.

Back in the small room on the second floor, things hadn't changed. They both kept looking at each other without knowing what to say, plunged into that uncomfortable silence in which they had been for a while. So perhaps trying to break the tension, or simply seeking a distraction for her mind, Sana took a long drink from the bottle. The liquor burned her throat, but now that didn't matter much.

A small shiver ran through her body as the alcohol hit her once more. So she stopped drinking and handed the bottle to the person on the bed, who took it without a second thought. Another long drink to distract the mind, this time from Jihyo. Then she once again offered it to Sana, who kindly denied it with a wave of her hand. Always so correct Sana, but at least they weren't staring at each other anymore.

"Maybe I should go too." Sana placed both hands on the armrests of the sofa, in a clear gesture of standing up. But she was interrupted by Jihyo's words.

"I still don't understand why she and not me." She took another drink from the bottle. At this time of night the liquor no longer affected her so much.

"There's no reason, it just happened."

"But you never told me anything."

"Hyo. What was I supposed to say?" Sana removed her hands from the armrests. "It just happened without us noticing. There was nothing to say."

“Still, you knew how I feel about you. You had to know it, everyone could notice it."

"I noticed it, but I thought if I didn't give you hope you'd forget about it." She held out a hand as if to take the bottle, to which Jihyo reached up and handed it over. She took a sip before continuing to speak. "That's why, despite your insistence, I never accepted any invitation."

“We have known each other for years, and despite my feelings I also believe that we are friends.” She stared at the bottle, but didn't ask for it back. "You could have ever accepted just as friends."

“We are, of that I am sure. but sometimes you were so insistent.” With a new sip, she realized that her throat was already getting used to the scorching heat of the liquor. “I could never be sure when you invited me as a friend and when with other intentions.”

"I guess it's too late now to invite you to coffee as friends." Jihyo asked for the bottle with a gesture, but Sana, instead of stretching to hand it over, stood up and went to sit on the bed as well. With her back leaning against the wall and the legs stretched out.

"For tonight, yes. But maybe another day, when we're both completely sober.” Jihyo snatched the bottle from her hands and took a long drink.

"I don't want to be sober." Another drink, this time shorter. "I want you to love me."

“Jihyo… That's not going to happen. We're just friends and that's not going to change."

"I only ask for a chance." She turned to look at Sana. “Just one so you can see that I can make you happy. Not like her who rejected you.”

This time Sana takes her time to respond. "Don't bring Dahyun into this, she has nothing to do with it."

"If you can't love me because you love her, then it's related."

"Even if I didn't have feelings for her, I think nothing would happen between us." Sana took the bottle from Jihyo's hand and downed a drink. "You should forget about me."

"And you should give me a chance."

"Hyo, are you drunk?"

"Not yet. You know I've always been a better drinker than you."

"Liar. Still you're already drunk."

"What, nooooo."

"Yes. And you'll probably end up like that crazy girl who was getting naked on the dining room table." They both laughed when they remembered what happened earlier, causing the tension to dissipate for a few moments. Apparently Sana's plan had worked.

She “had nice boobs. I wonder if I can get her number." Jihyo said after another small sip. Sana rolled her eyes.

“Did you forget about me so soon, or are my boobs not pretty enough?”

“The one who is already drunk is you. Unless you're jealous." The comment made Sana roll her eyes again.

"Neither one or the other." Another small sip from Sana. "But you did not answer my question."

"No, I didn't forget about you." Jihyo took the final drink from the bottle, then set it down on the nightstand, where there were some empty beer cans and another bottle of vodka.

"Not that one..." Sana laughed nervously before continuing. "The other question." For a second the tension seized the two of them again, and then it broke as if it were a bursting bubble. "Just kidding." She quickly added between giggles.

"Stop playing with me." Jihyo sat next to Sana and rested her head on her shoulder as she opened the new bottle. Sana continued to laugh nonchalantly.

“I just want to joke around for a bit. I don't like that we are like this, so tense.” She pouted at Jihyo.

"Don't make that face now, you're not going to get anything."

"Don't drink it all!" She exclaimed as she saw that Jihyo was taking a long drink from the bottle. "I also want to."

"You can't, you're almost drunk."

“Are you afraid of what might happen if we get drunk?” More giggles accompanied by childish movements of the feet. Those gestures that Jihyo loved but she had never dared to say.

"Surely you will fall asleep... But!" Sana snatched the bottle from her hands in a swift movement and drank a large portion of the clear liquid. Her throat burned like hell again.

"I'm not, and you're still not responding." It was amazing how many times Jihyo could still find Sana's laugh adorable after a short sentence.

"Good." She got the bottle back. "I don't know, I've never looked at your tits." Luckily the room was dark, so Sana couldn't see how red Jihyo's cheeks were right now, and not exactly from the alcohol. Well, at least they weren't talking about feelings and sad things anymore.

“Hah? And all the times we've changed together you never looked at them? Sana pouted again, this time it seemed more real. "Is it because you don't find them cute?"

"What? Nooo. Stop bothering me." A small drink to take courage. “I mean never look at you that way. But yeah.. I think they're cute.” Perfect in Jihyo's opinion. The right size and shape, at least to fit into her hands. But that was something that not going to say.

"I knew it." Sana's laughs were making Jihyo's heart melt, but the truth was that the older one was masking her nervousness a bit with them. Besides that now the two of them were hiding the redness of their faces in the darkness of the night.

They stayed in silence for a while, not really knowing what to say after that, taking short drinks that brought them closer and closer to drunkenness. Jihyo, not knowing if she wanted to push her luck and now be the one to tear off a confession from Sana, and the last one not daring to push the Korean woman further. They were the same as at the beginning, only now they didn't dare to speak out of shame and not for fear of hurting each other's feelings. It's certainly a breakthrough for this hectic night.

"What about mine?" Finally it was Jihyo who spoke first.

"Your what?" Sana knew exactly what she was referring to but she didn't want to admit it, maybe that way Jihyo would desist from the question.

"You know, my chest." Of course she wasn't going to back down once she had already gotten up the courage to ask. “Do you find it cute or not?”

Sana didn't want to answer that question, suddenly the situation wasn't as funny as before. So she simply took one of Jihyo's hands and gave it a little squeeze. “Hyo. I… I shouldn't answer that.”

Jihyo's first instinct after hearing those words was to remove her hand from hers, so with a quick movement she moved a few inches away from Sana. "It doesn't matter, I know you don't love me."

"Don't be unfair. I love you, it's just that I don't do it that way." Even though the alcohol was already taking its toll on her, she still wanted to avoid hurting Jihyo as much as possible. "You know that I love you."

"But no, you still can't answer a simple question."

"It's not that simple if I know that the person who makes it has feelings for me"

"And yet I had to answer your question." Jihyo drowned out what she was going to say next with a little more alcohol.

"Well, it's fair that I answer too." Sana finally relented. “I do find it cute… I think the person who can rest their head on it every night is going to be very lucky.” As soon as she finished saying that last word, she knew she shouldn't have done it, but it was too late. She was starting to give in to all the alcohol she'd drunk that night.

"You could be the lucky one." Jihyo's response was immediate to that unexpected confession. "Just tonight… at least." It was evident that despite having much more resistance, Jihyo was also being affected. Perhaps it was the alcohol that made her take Sana's hand again, or simply that it was herself clinging to the infinite possibilities of tonight.

"We shouldn't... It wouldn't be right." Sana swallowed heavily. “In the long run this would make you suffer more.” There were the last bits of sobriety of her speaking for herself.

The darkness once again hid Jihyo's sad smile. "I prefer that. It is better for me. “Since when was she stroking his thumb over Sana's hand? "One night is better than none."

“Hyo…” The soft caresses on the back of her hand were making her feel strange things, or maybe it was just the alcohol at work. Either way Sana was feeling a bit lost right now. “Are you sure what you are asking me for?” She stared at the Korean, and despite the darkness she knew that she was looking back at her.

"I am. I…” Suddenly a strange idea seized her. One that of course Sana wasn't going to like, but it was her last chance. “I want it even if you imagine you're with her. If that works for you, it does for me too."

Sana froze upon hearing that. At first she thought that her ears had betrayed her, because it couldn't be that something like that had come out of Jihyo's mouth. It was impossible that her friend was asking her to spend the night with her, but in her place she imagined that she was doing it with Dahyun. What kind of twisted dream fantasy was this? No, surely the alcohol had ended up making her imagine things. "Hyo... No... You can't ask me to do that."

“Don't you fantasize about a night with Dahyun? I'm sure you do it even when you know it will never happen." Jihyo was really trying her luck here, but she was hoping to hit the jackpot with this crazy idea she had.

"But..." The nervousness in Sana's voice was evident. “We are going to hurt each other. I can't do that to you."

“If it's the only way to have you, I want it. I don't care about anything, just think you're with her." The whole idea really sounded pretty crazy, and it was only getting worse by the minute. “If you enjoy it then I will too. Really."

"I ask you again if you are sure about this." The truth is that at first Sana thought it was a crazy idea, almost a joke, but with the passing of the minutes something was changing inside her. Perhaps it was the possibility of drowning her sorrows for one night, although she had quite resolved it at that point. Or at least she thought she did.

It was true that Dahyun had rejected her, but she was pretty sure that her duel was already coming to an end. So why did she seem at times like she was going to give in to this madness? Because that was what it was, complete and insane madness. It was, however, a rather tempting folly. Maybe because of the alcohol, or because of Jihyo's pleading tone.

“I can't even have you like this? Even though you can imagine that I am someone else, will you not accept?... Always so correct.” That was true, Sana was probably the most upright person she knew. So under normal conditions she would have already left, but tonight the conditions were not normal at all.

"Will you promise me that it will only be one night?" She didn't understand why she was asking that question. "That tomorrow we will pretend that nothing happened and that we will continue to be just friends?" It was amazing what the alcohol was doing to her, but to be fair she couldn't entirely blame the drink. It would be unfair not to accept that deep down a part of her was beginning to want this. "I need you to promise me, please."

Jihyo slowly felt how the hairs on the back of her neck stood up little by little with each word, how her heart almost jumped out of her mouth as she understood what Sana was saying. “It will only be tonight, nothing more. Then you won't hear about my feelings for you ever again." Her heart skipped a beat when she finished speaking. "I promise."

Another sepulchral silence took over the room. Neither of them knew again if she should speak next. Both were afraid that the other was playing a prank on her, but how could you prank with something like that? You had to be very twisted to play such a joke.

"Well...if we're going to do it I'm going to need more alcohol." Neither of them knew when they had pulled their hands away from, but now Sana was rubbing her palms over her thighs. Partly to try to calm down a bit, and partly because his palms were sweating from her nerves. She knew that she was doing something crazy, but it was too late to back out. "Much more."

Jihyo simply smiled still incredulously and held up the bottle so that the light from the window would illuminate it. Despite how much they had drunk there was still a large amount of their content, that had to be more than enough for both of them. So without much thought she drank like she hadn't all night. Without separating the bottle from her lips, she finished half of what was left, then feeling chills all over her body, she handed the bottle to a hesitant Sana. Who accepted it and repeated the process. She quickly drank all the vodka that was left.

Of course the burning in her throat was uncomfortable, of course that strange sensation that began to spread through her spine bothered her. Of course, with each new sip she could feel how her mind was definitely beginning to cloud over, how reason was ending up abandoning her, and how her heart was speeding. Nothing mattered anymore, only what they were about to do.

As she could, Sana, she left the bottle on the side of the bed to prevent it from breaking. She then knelt down feeling a bit dizzy, and hating herself for what she was going to do next. The light from the window didn't reach either of them, so she could hardly see Jihyo's face, but it was clear that she was also nervous. Sana slowly crawled closer until they were closer than they had ever been before, not tonight or ever. Their noses were millimeters from touching, so close that they could practically feel each other's heat. Then with a shy kiss she sealed the craziest and twisted deal she had ever made in her entire life.

[torreshalstead]

holy ground

Summary - Her fingers twitched, brushing against soft warm skin. But it wasn’t her own.

Hailey’s eyes fluttered open, taking in the sleeping figure beside her. He was still here.

It hadn’t been a figment of her imagination. It hadn’t been a dream that she had conjured up in her subconscious. It had been real.

And he had stayed.

Notes - because the deleted 2 second clip deserved an extension. Happy Reading ❤️ AO3 Link

Her fingers twitched, brushing against warm soft skin. But it wasn’t her own.

Hailey’s eyes fluttered open, taking in the sleeping figure beside her. He was still here.

It hadn’t been a figment of her imagination. It hadn’t been a dream that she had conjured up in her subconscious. It had been real.

And he had stayed.

Turning her attention to the rest of her body, she could feel the weight of a foreign object against her hip. Raising her head just slightly off the pillow not wanting to disturb her bedmate, she glanced down and smiled.

It was Jay’s arm. His hand holding her thigh as if he also needed a continued reminder that the occurrence of the previous night had not been fictitious.

The pleasant throb between Hailey’s legs told her it had been anything but fictitious. She let her eyes fall closed again as she remembered a few hours previous.

She had wanted to tell him for a long time how she felt, that she thought of him as more than just her partner, but she had never let herself imagine he would react like he had. To take her into his arms and kiss her in the middle of the bar, pulling her up onto her tiptoes so they were the same height and it was easier for him to trace the seam of her lips lightly with his tongue. When they had finally broken apart, not wanting to cause a scene in a public place, she couldn’t help the grin that was plastered to her face. Jay mirrored it as he linked their fingers together and tugged her towards the door.

She felt like a giddy school girl, finally getting to hold hands with the boy she was crushing on. That analogy blurred away when Jay pressed her up against his truck, his hips flush against hers and tugged her hair loose from its ponytail, letting his hands get buried in it as his mouth melted into hers again. It had been a long time since she had wanted to make out with someone on a street corner. But now she couldn’t tell where her body ended and Jay’s began.

Her cheeks were flush the whole drive back to hers, and although she thought her palms might be sweaty with the nerves of the lines they had already crossed and those they were about to, they were dry and steady. This was what she wanted. He was who she wanted.

And as it turned out. He wanted her too.

When they tumbled in through her apartment door, a mess of limbs and clothes that remained on their bodies for little longer than they had to. It struck Hailey how normal it felt. Yes, it felt incredible to finally get to kiss Jay and feel the plains of his muscles under her fingers. But it felt right. Like they had been destined to cross this bridge since the beginning. She didn’t believe in destiny of course, but at that exact moment in time, it seemed like the only explanation for how she was feeling.

Hailey had tugged him towards her bedroom by his belt and divulged him of the remainder of his clothes, her own boots and jeans ended up scattered at the foot of her bed along with them. She had always imagined Jay to be the sort of man who folded his clothes neatly when he took them off before bed. However, folding his clothes seemed to be the last thing on his mind as he kissed every inch of Hailey he could.

They had laughed as they took their relationship to the next level, not at each other or at the situation, but at how easy it was to be together. There was no bumping of heads or teeth knocking together or limbs in the wrong places, they fit together perfectly like two pieces of the same puzzle. And the look that Hailey saw reflected in Jay’s eyes as they tumbled over the precipice together solidified a single thought in her brain.

He was it for her.

He had ruined her for anybody else, the way he held her, touched her, loved her. It was on another level and one she never wanted to leave.

A small part of her, a tiny part that she tried to keep buried was what had pulled her from her sleep. It was the singular part of herself she hated more than anything else.

The part that told her she was unlovable.

The part that told her no one would ever think her worthy of love or look at her like she was.

It was that part that had told her that Jay wouldn’t be there when she woke up. That he would have come to his senses and snuck out the door, pretended it had never happened and gone back to just being her partner.

But he had stayed.

He was warm and smooth under her hand and he had kept a hold of her the entire night too.

She wondered silently if he had perhaps worried she may have left him in the middle of the night as well. Though with them both in her apartment, where else would she go? But she knew herself that the voices in your head were never logical, no matter how much they yelled at you, they were often based on flawed information.

She had tried for years to get rid of those voices, the ones who lied to her and told her she was unworthy of love and affection, that she was a burden to those around her. But it wasn’t as simple as plucking them out of her brain and throwing them in the trash. They had dug their way in deep, their roots burrowing into all corners of her subconscious so much so that they would show themselves at the most unlikely of moments when she least expected it.

So instead of throwing them out, Hailey had tried another method. She had tried to push them back to a single space, a single corner and once they were all together to lock them behind the thickest door she could imagine and keep the key completely separate - lessening the power that they held over her. She was better at it now than she had been when she was younger back when she had assumed that every man in her life was lying to her to get something out of her. Or when she listened to them that she hadn’t deserved her promotion to detective. But she was better now. She wouldn’t let them win.

And the sleeping man next to her was proof of that.

Proof that she wasn’t unlovable. That she wasn’t undeserving. That when she opened up to someone they wouldn’t stamp on her heart and laugh in her face.

She had told Jay how she felt and he had reciprocated. He had held her tightly and touched her softly. He had worshipped her body and told her she was beautiful. He had treated her like she was the only person in the world to him.

And then, he had stayed.

Hailey flexed her fingers, making certain one final time that he really was sleeping beside her, that it wasn’t some facet of those hideous voices playing a cruel trick on her. But he was really there.

She pulled herself a little closer to him, letting the hand that had been clutching his shoulder slide across his chest as she slid her body against his side. He hummed in response to her movements, bringing her even closer still by the hand on her hip that fell back onto the curve of her arse.

That had been a new discovery about him last night. Jay Halstead was an arse man. Who knew?

She smiled at the memory and dropped a soft kiss onto his bare shoulder where her head had found its place. His shoulder was far more comfortable than her pillow had ever been.

She didn’t know how long it was until her alarm was due to go off and she refused to lessen her hold on Jay to check it. She simply let her eyes fall close again, breathing in the smell of Jay - like the smell on a spring day when the leaves are finally green again and the air is crisp but not too cold. She knew the alarm would wake them soon, she wasn’t fool enough to believe they could live in this little bubble for the rest of the day, undisturbed by the world outside. But by the way Jay stirred underneath her, bringing the hand not already holding her up to tangle their fingers together, she thought that the little bubble might not completely burst.

And when he dropped a soft kiss to her forehead, she knew that she had been right. He was it for her.

And when he whispered ‘good morning’, his voice thick with sleep, his smile obvious even in his words, she knew it would be worth it. Whatever they had to face. They’d get through it. Together.

[cjrights]

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Alora had always been a huge fan of UConn basketball, so when she found out that Paige Bueckers, the talented point guard, was single, she couldn't believe her luck. The two started dating, and Alora thought she had hit the jackpot. She loved watching Paige play on the court, and off the court, they had a blast together.

But as the months went by, Alora started to notice someone else. Cj, a girl from her sorority, would often attend the games with their friends. Cj had this magnetic personality that drew people in, and Alora found herself more and more intrigued each time they spoke. It wasn't long before Alora realized that she was developing feelings for Cj.

The problem was, Alora was already in a committed relationship with Paige. She felt guilty for even having these thoughts about Cj, but she couldn't deny the connection she felt. Cj was kind, intelligent, and had an infectious energy that made Alora smile from the inside out.

One evening, after a particularly intense game, Alora and her friends were heading back to their dorms when they bump into Cj and some others. In the midst of the crowded hallway, Alora accidentally bumps into Cj, causing both of them to stumble slightly. Their eyes met, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Alora said quickly, helping Cj regain balance. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

Cj laughed it off. "No harm done. It's not every day you run into someone who can steal your heart—and your balance."

Alora blushed and chuckled nervously. The flirtatious remark caught her off guard, and yet, it left her feeling warm and giddy all at once. "You're right; it does happen less frequently. But thankfully, I'm here tonight to pick you up should you need saving again."

Suddenly, self-consciousness fled as Alora realized she was speaking to the person she found herself increasingly drawn to. Her confidence grew, and she continued with light banter.

"Well, if we keep crossing paths like this, maybe I'll start calling you 'my knight in shining armor'," CJ replied playfully, locking eyes with Alora.

The atmosphere shifted around them, and Alora felt a spark ignite between them. She couldn't help but smile. "Perhaps that title would suit me better than you realize," she teased, before excusing herself and walking away to give Paige a much-needed hug after the game. The encounter left her wondering why she hadn't noticed how much fun it was to be around Cj before now.

As the days passed, Alora struggled with her feelings. She didn't want to hurt Paige or betray their trust, but she also couldn't ignore the growing connection with Cj. Little did she know, fate had more surprises in store for her...

Alora found herself spending an increasing amount of time with Cj, drawn to her like a moth to light. They would hang out after games, attend movies, and even share quiet nights in studying together. The more time Alora spent with Cj, the more she realized how perfect they were for each other.

Cj was kind, intelligent, funny, and shared many of Alora's interests, including UConn basketball. But it wasn't just their shared hobbies that drew them closer; it was their personalities. Both were empathetic listeners, passionate about social justice, and values-driven individuals who genuinely cared for those around them.

As their bond deepened, Alora began to see things through new eyes. She no longer took her relationships with Paige for granted, realizing that the excitement and passion she once felt were beginning to wane. Meanwhile, her connection with Cj only grew stronger. They explored the campus, sharing stories, laughter, and dreams, creating memories that filled her heart with joy.

Their friendship blossomed into something more, and soon, they were inseparable. Alora knew she needed to be honest with herself – and Paige – about her true feelings. The guilt still lingered, but with each passing day, her certainty grew: she was meant to be with Cj.

One Saturday, Alora received a call from Cj, asking if she could accompany her to her twin sister Luce's wedding. As it turned out, Nika, a fellow UConn player, was tying the knot with Luce. Alora hesitated initially, unsure if she should attend given her complicated situation with Paige. However, Cj assured her it would mean a lot to have her there, and Alora couldn't resist the opportunity to support her friend.

As the wedding day approached, Alora found herself growing increasingly anxious. She didn't want to cause any unnecessary drama or hurt anyone involved, especially since Paige was already a bridesmaid at the wedding. Still, she knew it was essential for her to be honest with herself and those around her.

The moment Alora entered the church, she felt eyes on her. Most were filled with warmth and joy, but a few carried an air of suspicion. She tried to ignore it, focusing on the love that surrounded her. The ceremony went smoothly, and soon enough, the newlyweds were officially pronounced husband and wife. Afterward, as the guests filed into the reception hall, Alora made her way over to Paige and sat down beside her. "Hey," Alora said softly. "You look beautiful."

Paige smiled politely back at Alora. "Thank you," she replied. Despite their awkwardness, they managed some small talk before the music started playing and people began taking their seats for dinner.

As the lights dimmed, and the DJ switched to a romantic ballad, Cj caught Alora's eye. With a gentle smile, she beckoned Alora onto the dance floor. Without hesitation, Alora nodded and followed her to the center of the room.

They swayed to the music, lost in the moment. Alora felt free, letting go of all her worries as Cj's hand rested lightly on her hip. For a brief instant, everything else faded away, leaving only the beat of their hearts and the rhythm of the song.

Just as Alora was starting to relax into the dance, she sensed a presence behind her. She turned to find Paige standing there, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. Alora's heart sank as she knew she'd been caught.

"Hey, Paige," Alora said, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil brewing within. "What's wrong?"

Paige's voice trembled. "What's going on, Alora? I saw you dancing with Cj. You two seem... close."

Alora sighed, knowing the truth had finally been revealed. "Paige, we need to talk. I think it's time I told you let’s talk outside —"

Outside, under the moonlit sky, Alora gathered her thoughts and prepared herself for an uncomfortable conversation. "I've realized something about myself lately, Paige," Alora confessed softly. "I have feelings for Cj... and I don't know how to handle them without hurting you."

As Alora began to explain her feelings, Paige couldn't help but feel a wave of betrayal wash over her. She stared at Alora, trying to make sense of what she was hearing. As Alora continued speaking, Paige suddenly interrupted her.

"Why? Why would you do this to me, Alora?" Her voice quivered with emotion as she struggled to comprehend the situation. "We had something special, and now you're telling me you have feelings for someone else?"

Alora felt guilty, knowing the weight of her words hit Paige like a ton of bricks. "I never meant for it to hurt you, Paige. But yes, I am admitting my feelings for Cj." She took a deep breath before continuing.

Paige remained silent, absorbing the information. It took everything she had not to scream or cry out in anger. Instead, she turned away from Alora, shaking her head slowly. "I can't believe this is happening," Paige whispered, more to herself than anything else. "You deserve so much better than me." Said Alora

With that, Paige walked away, leaving Alora alone with Cj. Alora felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she watched her friend disappear into the night, wondering how things had gone so awry.

Moments later, Luce and Nika emerged from the reception, their faces glowing with happiness after exchanging vows. Seeing Alora and Cj in a somber embrace, they immediately sensed something was off. "Everything okay?" Nika asked, worry etched across her features.

Cj and Alora shared a glance before Cj answered. "No, not really. Alora and Paige broke up."

Nika's eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Oh, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" She glanced between Alora and Cj, noticing the tension between them.

Luce stepped forward, placing a comforting arm around Alora's shoulders. "Hey, sweetie, tell us what happened."

Alora recounted the events, feeling a mix of emotions as she spoke. Nika and Luce listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and support. Though the pain still lingered, Alora appreciated having her friends by her side during this difficult time. Together, they vowed to navigate the complex web of relationships and emotions that had developed among them. Little did they know, this was only the beginning of a long, winding road ahead.

and when i add 🧃into the sequel then what

im posting this one because im a menace and you aren’t gonna edit AFTER i called you out

anyways

FIRST OF ALL no matter how good my pussy is im sorry alora would never leave paige for me idk idk

am i like that??? is my shit that heat??

SECOND why you acting like ANYONE deserves better than alora like it doesn’t get better than her

THIRD i love our little dancing era that’s so cute

FOURTH i love nika x twin yayyyy

FIFTH IM PISSING MYSELFFFFF YOU GET ME EVERYTIME OSNDKTNG