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Love Me Like A Rockstar (2)

Chapter 2: RunRunRun

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

Warnings: cussing really

Word count: 6,657

Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Hihi, second chapter is out!! I hope you all enjoy it and leave feedback, I really really appreciate that!! Taglist is still open for those interested. Do not forget to check out the playlist and listen to the song before or while reading (RunRunRun)!! Thank you. Now, enjoy!

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『I always thought it would be easy (easy)

To get you out my mind (mind)』

Certainly my sleep could’ve been more peaceful, but after the shit I pulled—drew Mingi’s eyes, for fuck’s sake—I knew I was in for a long night of overthinking and overanalyzing everything. Just for a second I allowed myself to place aside all judgement and foulness I felt towards the smug prick and, yes, admitted, that perhaps he wasn’t too bad to look at. Not a little bit, not even at all. However, this thought unsettled me and quickly made me remember how my blood boiled and nerves rose caused by his stuck-up attitude and irritating smirk. He was an asshole full of himself, and there was no way in hell I would allow his mild handsomeness overshadow his good for nothing personality. Guys like him were only by your side for a short while, while the relationship would feel new and exciting, and after that they dip like you have never even existed on the surface of Earth. That thought alone made me groan last night and punch a pillow before I finally willed my mind to calm down and erase the knowledge of his existence—or of the very obvious drawing of his eyes in my sketchbook, which I started considering my journal at some point.

If the lack of sleep wasn’t enough to put me in a sour mood, then the chilly air of the morning certainly made me grit my teeth as I stormed back inside the house to grab my beige and maroon plaid flannel shirt before running off to catch the bus to university. Currently, Seulgi and I were sat in the cafeteria enjoying our lunches—well, she was, my appetite never found me today—as I chewed the last bits of my quite simple sandwich I have packed in a haste this morning, Seulgi’s mouth, despite being full, was constantly moving and spouting information after information. I was only half-heartedly listening to her at this point—I swear to God, Wooyoung has been the center of our conversation for the past half an hour—as I held my pencil between my fingers and mindlessly doodled in my sketchbook. I wasn’t drawing anything particular, just random shapes which my brain felt necessary to draw as Seulgi suddenly hiccupped, face turning red. I cast her a glance as she quickly opened her bottle of water and chugged down at least half of its contents.

“Are you good?” I asked amused as she fanned her face.

“I think I almost just died.” Her answer made me snort as I grabbed the apple off my tray and bit into it, almost instantly regretting it as I was never a fan of apples.

“No wonder, you keep talking with your mouth full.” I muttered and Seulgi rolled her eyes as she went back to eating her lunch, smiling to herself like an idiot. I rolled my eyes but basked in the silence, finally able to have a little bit of peace of mind. I loved Seulgi and her random rambles, but not when they were about Wooyoung. And lately he seemed to be the only thing she talked about.

“Did you get to rest last night?” She asked as she gulped down her soup, eyebrows furrowed as she took in my appearance, seemingly finally aware that I looked tired. I shook my head with a sigh and turned the page of my sketchbook as I have filled the other one with shapes. Seulgi glanced down at the clean page and grimaced, leaning in closer towards me, “Just how stressed are you right now? That’ll be your third page in the past fifteen minutes.”

“I’m not really stressed,” I corrected her, taking another bite of the apple and regretting it again, “I’m just bored and probably restless.”

“Why?” Seulgi inquired and I shrugged, pressing the pencil against the white sheet of paper and carefully starting to draw sharp and precise lines.

“Don’t know,” I muttered, eyebrows furrowing when suddenly the cafeteria was filled with noise as if a whole crowd entered it, “Mom says it’s the full moon.”

“That was like…almost two weeks ago.” Seulgi gave me a deadpanned look and I chuckled, shrugging again. I most certainly wasn’t going to tell her that I haven’t slept well last night because I drew Mingi’s eyes and then freaked out over it, and was still pretty much freaking out about it, because I didn’t know what this meant and why it happened. And I really didn’t want to find out as I mindlessly pressed a small but firm dot underneath the lines I drew on the left side of the paper.

“I don’t know then, Seulgi, you know I have periods when I can’t sleep.” Seulgi hummed at my response and then a coy smile made its way onto her lips and I raised my eyebrows, pressing her to go on and tell me what was on her mind.

“What did you think of Noir Zenith?” I didn’t want to talk about this.

“They were fine.” I answered boredly, drawing a small semi-circle underneath the sharp lines, “Nothing too impressive. I’m now convinced you only like them because of Wooyoung.”

“Stop!” Seulgi shushed me with a blush and pointed her fork at me threateningly, “I actually enjoy their music, alright?! I liked the band before I started liking Wooyoung, so stop being mean.”

“Whatever,” I stuck my tongue out at her as I added a bit of shading to the drawing, “I expected their music to be worse, that I’ll admit, however, I only vibed with Seonghwa and Wooyoung—”

“Yeah, you made that very clear, Y/N.” Seulgi cut me off with a sharp tone and it brought a sheepish smile onto my lips as I was about to take another bite of my apple just as I narrowed my eyes at the drawing, staring at it for a second longer. And then it clicked. Fuck. I quickly shut my sketchbook closed as I threw my pencil on the table, groaning loudly. I couldn’t believe it. Why was I doing this? Why was I drawing Mingi’s eyes again?

『I think I found a new addiction

It feels so right』

“What?” Seulgi asked confused as she gazed at my closed sketchbook.

“Nothing.” I muttered lowly, banging my head against the table once before taking another bite of my apple, trying to ignore the way my heart started to race. There must be something about his eyes if my brain decided to burn it into its memory and recall it at any given time my pencil touched a piece of paper as I let loose to draw mindlessly.

“You’ve been acting weird all day long, Y/N.” Seulgi raised an eyebrow and I sighed, slouching down in my seat as suddenly there was a roar of cheers. I wasn’t interested at all to know what was happening behind me; therefore I found no desire in myself to turn around and look. It was probably the football team or some noisy first year’s having a little bit too much fun in the cafeteria while they totally disregard that, perhaps, some people would like to hear their own thoughts while given a longer break from their studies. My lips pulled into a sneer and I almost turned around to find the culprits I could glower at, but Seulgi found her voice again now that she was done with her lunch, “Wooyoung complimented my outfit twice last night, Y/N, twice! I was seriously freaking out!”

“Oh, wow,” I muttered unimpressed, not having it in me to tell her that she’s told me that information three times now, “and yet you kept stressing about it.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” Seulgi pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “I was so nervous. It was the first time he invited me to their performance—”

“Haven’t you seen them countless of times before last night?” I asked with narrowed eyes and Seulgi rolled her eyes with a tsk.

“But this was different, Y/N, you’re so impossible I don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this—”

“Yeah, me neither.” I gaped at her fakely, making Seulgi roll her eyes, “This is the third time I’m hearing everything, Seulgi.”

“Well, sorry for being excited about my crush finally showing interest in me.” Seulgi’s voice hardened as she snapped and I pouted, knowing that I have upset her. She threw me a glare as she grabbed her phone, acting uninterested as I reached over the table and softly gripped her wrist. I knew she couldn’t resist when I acted cute.

“Sorry, you know I’m cranky when I don’t sleep, don’t get mad.” I coerced her with a sweet voice and she just spared me a glance before going back to her phone. I sighed dramatically and retreated my hand, falling back into my chair and groaning as I closed my eyes briefly. My muscles were sore from sitting almost all day long, and my eyes hurt from too much light and staring at my sketchbook even when it wasn’t necessary. I opened my eyes and allowed them to roam over the cafeteria as I decided to quickly finish the little apple I have left over and took in the students around us. All groups were enjoying their free time quietly, speaking amongst themselves in a moderate tone, not loud enough to disturb anyone, yet there was one fucking table which just wouldn’t shut up, and fed up with it, I whirled around in my chair and searched for them, nose flaring in irritation. However, when my eyes landed on the culprits, my heart fell into my ass and my jaw clenched as I allowed the vicious glare to overtake my features as I sent daggers towards them. There he sat. At the table closest to the entrance, clad in a much more casual outfit compared to last night with sunglasses obscuring his view—who the fuck wears sunglasses inside—as he was surrounded by at least five girls. Mingi was leaning back in his chair, body falling against it awkwardly as his limbs were too long for it, legs spread out wide as he currently had his hands behind his head, smirking up at the blonde girl from the pub. Huh, so she goes to our university, should’ve expected that.

“Disgusting.” I sneered quietly, enticed by the view as my body wallowed in irritation, hatred and disgust, wishing for nothing more than to slam my sketchbook against Mingi’s head and scream the most creative profanities in his face. He was just asking for it with his smug face and shit eating grin, acting like he was a God, above everyone else, making girls swoon for his ass when he wasn’t even all that great.

“What’s—oh.” Seulgi cut herself off once her eyes followed my gaze and she chuckled. I could see her raise an eyebrow from the corner of my eyes as she watched me before looking back at Mingi, leaning back in her chair as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, “You never explained why you hate him so much.”

“Ugh, just look at him!” That was all Seulgi had to say to set me off, “He’s self-centered and conceited! He’s a jerk and he treats everyone else like they are less than him, and oh, my God, don’t even get me started about his stupid smirk which screams, ‘oh, look! I’m better than you ever will be, and by the way, you’re dumb as fuck!’, God, I hate the guy.”

Seulgi’s eyebrows went up to her hairline that’s how high they were raised as I turned around to look at her, having seen enough of Mingi’s stupid side profile as he smirked and laughed at every stupid thing those girls were probably saying to him, “Okay, Miss I hate his pants so much I can’t stop staring at him; that was intense, what the fuck. Poor Mingi, he didn’t even do anything to you and here you are—dragging his ass like he killed your cat or something, Y/N.”

“That would be the last straw—”

“You don’t even have a cat.” Seulgi deadpanned and I sighed exasperated, throwing an irritated smile her way. She was supposed to be on my side, not defending an asshole when she could clearly see how much distaste I had towards him.

“Whatever, I just can’t stand him, alright?” I muttered at last with a huff and Seulgi cocked an eyebrow as her phone pinged, quickly looking down at it. Her mouth instantly stretched into a huge smile and she started bouncing her legs up and down as she slapped the table once very loudly.

“I’m about to die—” She took a deep breath as she squealed quietly, looking at me like she has won the lottery or something, “Wooyoung finally asked me to hang out!”

I smiled at my best friend, happy that things were going well for her, “So, it’s a date then?”

“Not yet.” She smiled as she was texting back, biting her lower lip with a huge smile on her face, “But perhaps soon.”

“Oh, he better ask you out soon,” I muttered just as another roar of squealing disturbed my pace of mind and I have reached my limit for today, that was it, “Or I’ll make him regret being born.”

Seulgi cackled at that as I grabbed my sketchbook and pencil and showed them inside my backpack, “Y/N! That’s too much, don’t you think—Where are you going?”

“Class.” I answered curtly, throwing my flannel shirt around my exposed shoulders as I wore a dark blue off-shoulder long sleeved blouse, paired with black ripped jeans and fishnets underneath.

“We’ve got like ten more minutes until then—”

“Yeah, but if I hear Mingi’s bitches squealing again in the next three seconds I might go ahead and jump out the fucking window.” I deadpanned and Seulgi bit her lower lip as it quivered, threatening to burst out into laughter. It wasn’t funny, and so, I gave her a harmless glare.

“Oh, God, you’re impossible. I can’t believe you’re this cranky.” She said as she finally started laughing.

“This isn’t me being cranky, this is me being irritated by someone’s whole ass existence, anyways, see you!” I called as I took off before Seulgi could say anything else, I knew she’d be following me soon after as we had to walk to the other side of campus to reach the Art’s building.

『Run, baby, run

Run for your life

I'ma tear out your heart

It'll always be mine』

I steeled my expression and pushed my shoulders back as I took off towards the exit, gripping the straps of my backpack tightly. The closer I got to it—which meant I was also getting closer and closer to the table Mingi sat at—the louder those girls voices got. Anyone close enough could hear what they were screaming about—okay, they weren’t screaming, but they were loud—and it made me bite my lower lip as I started tapping my finger against the strap of the backpack, trying to calm my nerves. But Mingi was just sitting there, basking in the attention, grinning and laughing loudly at the very shitty and poor attempts of flirting of the girls, and I really didn’t mean to, but my eyes landed on them and my jaw fell a little bit open when I noticed him signing some stupid looking banner with his face plastered all over it as a black-haired girl was gushing about his looks and deep voice. Where the hell were we? Highschool?! I knew Seulgi was praying right now to all the existing Gods and asking them to let me pass by their table without no disturbances, but that just wasn’t possible as my cheeks flushed in disgust and anger, shooting a sharp glare at the side of Mingi’s face.

“Even your autograph is pretty.” One of the girl’s sighed dreamily, “Can you get any more perfect?”

“Oh, angel, you haven’t even seen everything and you’re already head over heels for me?” Mingi’s voice dropped a few octaves as he blinked up at the girl seductively and I might have as well thrown up in my mouth. I scoffed as I passed behind him, stomping my feet perhaps a little bit too hard as I noticed two girls glance my way.

“Assuming things once again, aren’t you?” My tone was snappy and ice cold as I threw in the comment in passing. I didn’t intend on stopping, but Mingi’s instant reply made me halt.

“Insulting others once again, aren’t you?” I huffed quietly as I bit my lower lip, whirling around. For a second I was taken aback by the unimpressed looks thrown my way by the girls, but I didn’t let it show on my face.

“Only those worthy of getting put in their places, Mingi.” I allowed a cheeky smile slip onto my lips as I stared him down, his eyebrows slightly furrowing. I was surprised to see the dark eyeshadow give more depth at the outer corner of his eyes, the makeup being absent last night. His lips were shiny and you could see the blemishes clearly on his jawline now, his black hair still covering his forehead messily. His grey jumper was oversized and reached mid-thigh over his denim jeans; matching jacket draped around his chair.

“Isn’t it a delight seeing you today as well, Y/N.” Mingi’s tone was mocking as he raised one eyebrow, making me roll my eyes, “Good morning.”

“My morning was good until I heard your puppets and you giggling as if we were in highschool—and it’s noon, Mingi, thought you were smart enough to know lunch time was during noon.”

“What’s your problem?” The blonde snapped and placed a possessive hand on Mingi’s shoulder, which made him cast her a side glance. His lips twitched, and for a second—just a little second—I was able to see the irritation in his eyes at the unwanted touch; it almost made me furrow my eyebrows and throw a questioning glance at Mingi, but I stopped myself. I was certainly misreading his expressions. He loved this, the attention and praises. He was pathetic.

“You and the dude you’re worshiping as if he were a Greek God—” I sighed dramatically, leaning down a little as I made eye contact with Mingi, “Get over yourself.”

It made him chuckle and his nose scrunched up, eyes slightly becoming smaller, but there was no humor in the sound he made, “At least they don’t show up to a performance without knowing the artists and start shitting on them unwarranted, insulting them as if they were superior to them. I say you’ve got something to learn from these girls, Y/N.”

I scoffed and crossed my arms in front of my chest, “Yeah, like what? How to pucker my lips and bat my eyelashes at you to gain your attention? Or throw in cringey flirting and nonconsensual touches?”

The girls seemed shocked as I threw them all a glare before my gaze landed on the embarrassing banner as I felt Mingi’s heated gaze on my face. He didn’t say anything as his jaw clenched, palms balling up into fists. My eyes fell back on him and our gazes locked, both of us annoyed at this point, as we stared each other down, glares molding into one sharp look as we both refused to look away first. If he thought I was going to back down, he was wrong. His sharp eyes were narrow as a fierce look glazed over them, and for a split second, my eyes fell on the mole underneath his right eye. The drawing I was doodling not even half an hour ago flashed in my mind and I clicked my tongue, suddenly irritated with myself and with Mingi for getting to me so easily.

『Oh, there she go

Losing my head』

“Your silence says everything I needed to know—”

“Don’t get too cocky, smarty pants, silence speaks louder at times and you’re down right embarrassing yourself right now.” My jaw hung open at Mingi’s next words, which were harsh and hissed out as his raspy voice reached my ears, and I sneered at him.

“The only embarrassing one here,” I looked around, “are your puppets, bro. And that fucking shit ass banner.”

Before anyone could say anything I whirled around and stormed off, aware that Seulgi had seen the exchange from afar and was up on her feet, basically scurrying around to gather her things and come to the rescue of Mingi. I just knew she’d have his back and I really didn’t have the energy to sit around and listen to her chastise me in front of him and his baboons. However, I did hear the girls throwing insults after me, Mingi remaining an awful lot silent. It’s not like he could’ve said anything. And I knew he wished to say them to my face, to see the rise he got out of me. I scoffed as I stormed out the building, wanting to let out a frustrated cry in the meantime.

『Please don't waste any time

The sirens are turning red

I found a whole another vice』

It had gotten dark outside by the time Seulgi and I headed to our curricular art class, fog slowly settling upon our little town as the lampposts illuminated the dark streets, casting an aery yet comforting feeling. I would have to walk home later tonight, but I found the thought relaxing and much needed after the tumultuous day I have had. I couldn’t stand still all day after the encounter with Mingi and his baboons, I couldn’t help but mull over his words over and over again, so much so, that I got called out in one of the classes by the professor. It was embarrassing, but what was even more embarrassing was that one of the girl’s from the table shared three classes with me and kept sending me unwanted glares, pissing me off to no end. If Seulgi wouldn’t have been by my side the whole day, I probably would’ve confronted the girl and cussed her out, ruining my image more in her eyes, if that was even possible.

I was slouched forward, chin resting on my palm and elbow pressing into my thigh as I listened to Seulgi ramble on about how her hangout with Wooyoung went. Her cheeks had a constant flush on them and I grinned as she sucked in a deep breath as she desperately needed it after talking for a few good minutes without stopping.

“And he bought me coffee too even though I never asked,” She bit her lip, trying to contain herself, “He was waiting for me with it in his hands.”

“That’s sweet of him.” I mumbled and looked behind Seulgi, looking out towards the class. Today not many could make, there was a total of five students sitting around the room, working diligently on their sketches. Today’s theme was the human body, a shape or an outline of your choice. It could be a face, a body, or a shadow like figure. Everyone had free reign of choosing the style as long as it was a human shape.

“I know, and his hands were freezing cold,” Seulgi gushed, “So, I gave him my gloves.”

“The Hello Kitty ones?” I asked with a quiet chuckle, turning the pencil over in my hands. I was itching to get started on our assignment, but Seulgi was on her rant once again and I didn’t want to interrupt her again. I have felt bad all day long for upsetting her in the cafeteria; I shouldn’t ruin her mood just because I’m cranky myself.

“Yes!” Seulgi laughed while covering her mouth, “And he looked so cute wearing them, Y/N! We couldn’t stop giggling about it. Pink might be his color.”

“You should’ve dared him to wear something pink at their next performance.” I added with a chuckle, making Seulgi giggle as her cheeks flushed even a darker shade of red. If she kept up with this, her whole face would turn red and she’d look like a tomato.

“I don’t think that would fit the whole rocker concept they have going on.” She muttered with a chuckle and I just shrugged, glancing at my bare paper. I hoped Seulgi would get the hint that I really wanted to start drawing now, but she opened her mouth again.

“He suggested we take a selfie—” Seulgi let out a dreamy sigh, “I don’t think I have enough self-control to not set it as my lock screen.”

“Wouldn’t that be too fast?” I wondered, raising an eyebrow at her. Seulgi nodded, looking slightly defeated.

“It would, I just hope the day will come when I’ll be able to do so.” Her voice got quieter as she looked down at the ground and I didn’t like the sudden drop of confidence. So, I grabbed her shoulder and gave it a squeeze, smiling at her encouragingly.

“It will come, stop doubting everything and just go with the flow.” I offered her a big smile, “I know Wooyoung is a generally nice guy, but his kindness feels different with you. It’s sweet.”

“Stop.” Seulgi hushed me, lightly slapping my arm, “You’re feeding into my delusions, I don’t want to get hurt if things really don’t end well.”

“Have some faith in him, yeah?” I slapped my hands together as I straightened in my seat, glancing at Seulgi’s usual spot, “Shouldn’t you start drawing, though? We’ve got an hour only today.”

“Shit!” Seulgi exclaimed loudly as if she just remembered where we were and what we were doing, “I totally forgot what I’m supposed to be doing right now, this is embarrassing.”

“Off you go!” I shooed her off with a laugh and Seulgi scrambled to her place, face red as she quickly tied her long hair in a low ponytail, eyebrows furrowing as she opened her sketchbook. Despite Wooyoung being the only thing on her mind, I knew she wouldn’t be drawing him. Seulgi was spontaneous and very creative. She found it easy to draw whatever was on her mind, whether it was human shaped, abstract, or a landscape. She had a natural talent when it came to human figures and she absolutely loved drawing anyone whom she had in mind. Which was the opposite of me. I couldn’t draw just anyone. It took me lots of hours of studying and tracing ones features with imaginary lines, mapping out their faces and bodies in my mind carefully before putting them on paper. I needed a muse when it came to drawing humans, and before dating Yunho, I never even had one. Before dating Yunho, I could barely draw an eye. During our relationship I learned many things about myself, and one of them was that I needed to hyper fixate on something—or someone—if I wanted to place them on a paper. It wasn’t obsession, I wouldn’t call it that, it simply was something I found beautiful and inspiring enough to put on paper. I usually did it mindlessly too, used to always drawing Yunho when it came to this subject, so I didn’t bat an eyelash as I relaxed my muscles and allowed my mind to rest as my hand took over, bravely creating lines on the blank paper.

『I always thought it would be easy (easy)

To get you out my mind (mind)』

However, to my utter shock, it didn’t take long for me to realize that the man in my drawing, even by its simple outlines, wasn’t Yunho. It looked nothing like him. My quiet thoughts started to get louder and louder the longer I allowed my hand to trace new lines, go over the older ones and bolden them. Shadows casted over the sharp eyes as I traced the outline of their tall nose, eyebrows scrunching when it seemed like the man was glaring back at me. I couldn’t help but glare back, repulsed by the nagging name ringing through my mind the second I placed the mole underneath his right eye. Mingi. Song Mingi. I didn’t want to admit it. This wasn’t him. The man in my drawing wasn’t Song Mingi. It looked nothing like him. It was pure coincidence that his nose and eyes and moles were in the same spot as Mingi’s. My hand faltered and grip tightened around the pencil once I got to draw the lips, wondering whether I wanted to finish this sketch today—or any other day at all. Deep down I knew I didn’t, but I also hated leaving my works unfinished and there was something deep inside me telling me to suck it up, to stop being childish. It was just a damn drawing. It meant nothing. It really didn’t. Especially since I couldn’t stand him. His annoying stupid smirk. My jaw clenched when Mingi’s smug face stared back at me, almost as if my brain took a picture of his face during lunch break and decided to taunt me by recalling every single detail as I worked diligently.

『I think I found a new addiction

It feels so right』

I have long finished the drawing, giving up to finishing it thoroughly as I felt my muscles spasm just at the thought of perfecting Mingi’s face in my own sketchbook. Anyone could see this. Hell, the other students in this class could ask me to show them my drawing for some inspiration and then I’d be fucked. There’s no way others didn’t know about Mingi and his band. Perhaps I had been the only one living under a rock this whole time, oblivious to the music department and their endeavors at our university. And if word got out that I started drawing Song Mingi, I’d rather die than face him ever again. That simply just wasn’t possible. I refused to even entertain such thought. I’d rather draw my ex of five years and have others think I still wasn’t over him—I seriously am—and bash me for living in the past than start talking about my—inexistent—crush on Song Mingi. The shuffling of papers and sudden movement of others in the room brought me out of my glaring contest with the fake Mingi on my paper and I turned around when I heard my name being called out.

“Could you check this out for me?” Jake, a second-year student, asked shyly. I nodded with a smile and got off my stool, stretching, before I headed his way. He wasn’t an art major, but he apparently had always enjoyed drawing, so he joined our little club. His skills were pretty good, but he still had a lot to learn. As I stopped by his desk, I was met with the face of a girl. She was smiling brightly and the drawing was really good, the shading lacked, but that wasn’t such a big problem.

“Oh, this one is really good, Jake. You’ve gotten a lot better lately.” I offered him an encouraging smile as I patted his back, “Maybe adding a bit more shading next time will do the trick better, hm?”

“Thanks!” Jake beamed as he started gathering his stuff, making me nod as Krystal, a classmate of Seulgi and I, beckoned me over.

“I suck at human shapes, you know that.” She said with a sharp chuckle, lips pulled into a grimace as she slowly turned her sketch around. Yeah, Krystal was really bad at human shapes but it wasn’t something to get judged for. Drawing humans was very difficult and I couldn’t blame her for struggling with it, when, I, myself struggled most of times. However, this drawing presented itself as her best so far.

“This is amazing, Krystal, what are you talking about?!” I exclaimed as I gaped at the outline of two girls leaning onto each other, hugging around the shoulders. One of them was taller and the other one had longer and lighter hair. It must’ve been her older sister and her in the drawing. Their faces weren’t detailed or defined, but their shapes were very beautiful and precise.

“Good, God, I never struggled this hard in my life before.” She said with a sigh and got off her stool as Jake and Yunjin waved goodbye and left. Seulgi bounced over, curious to see Krystal’s drawing, and squealed when she saw it.

“You have to show this to Professor Yoon!” Seulgi exclaimed, “He’ll pass you in a second straight to next year’s class.”

Her comment got Krystal laughing and I shook my head as I walked away once I noticed Yiren struggled packing her stuff away. She was the youngest in our club and a little clumsy, always bumping into things and dropping paint on the floor whenever we were painting. She thanked me quietly as she scrambled around to pack her things and then rushed away shyly, quietly thanking me as she ran out the door. I stopped for a second and wondered why she always looked so intimidated by me. Seulgi walked up to her desk and started putting her things away as well as I walked back to my place, grabbing my backpack to put my pencils away. Krystal and Wheein greeted us in unison before walking out the door, leaving Seulgi and I alone. She approached me with a huge grin on her face, dangling her drawing carelessly between her fingers. I chuckled as I watched her, raising an eyebrow, “Who did you draw?”

“Oh, Joohyun!” Seulgi grinned and showed me her drawing eagerly, her cousin’s face staring back at me as she was laughing hard. I could hear Joohyun’s cackling laughter echo in my head and I smiled at the drawing, missing the girl. She was a few years older than us and had moved away to a different country in order to pursue her modelling career. Seulgi and Joohyun were like sisters, and being Seulgi’s best friend, I had the pleasure of meeting the phenomenal woman her cousin was.

“This is so gorgeous, Seulgi.” I said with a pout and a sigh, “You made me miss Joohyun now.”

“She’s visiting in two months!” Seulgi exclaimed, the news sweeping excitement into my veins as my eyes widened.

“Really?!”

“Yes!” Seulgi grinned, closing her sketchbook, “I can’t wait for us to hang out, it’s been too long since we’ve seen Joohyun.”

“Indeed.” I sighed and picked up the rubber I have dropped like an hour ago, “I also wish I had your skills when it comes to drawing human shapes.”

“Why? So that you can draw Yunho better?” Seulgi’s cackle wasn’t malicious but there was slight judgement in her eyes as I rolled mine.

“You’re so funny today, have I already told you?” I mocked her and Seulgi huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“What? Tell me I’m wrong.” But before I could tell her she was wrong, she was speaking again, “I know you drew him again, Y/N.”

“I didn’t!” My response was too fast and defensive and I regretted speaking up the second I saw Seulgi’s eyes flash with interest.

“You didn’t draw Yunho?” She asked shocked, not even bothering to hide it. I sighed lowly, awaiting the questions tumbling off her lips for the next thirty minutes, “Who is it then?”

“No one important.” I muttered, eyes falling on the drawing, making me realize that I had to put it away before Seulgi got the chance of seeing it. I wouldn’t live another day if she got even a glimpse of it, “Let’s go.”

But as I reached for the sketchbook, Seulgi slapped my hand away hard—it started stinging instantly—and ripped my sketchbook off the drafting board. Her eyebrows furrowed for a second as her eyes took in the drawing, and then, a loud gasp left her lips as her eyes shot up, staring at me wide eyed, confusion written all over her face.

『Run, baby, run

Run for your life

Gonna tear out your heart

It'll always be mine』

“This isn’t Yunho—”

“I told you—”

“Bitch, this is Song fucking Mingi?!” Seulgi’s voice raised and I gulped, mentally preparing myself for the screaming and nagging to follow. But Seulgi sounded an awful lot composed despite the various emotions written all over her face, “What is Song Mingi doing in your drawing?”

“That’s not Song Mingi.” Was the best I could do as I scoffed, gripping the sketchbook as I tried to yank it out of her hands, but Seulgi was gripping it firmly.

“Yeah, sure, and I’m fucking blind then—” Seulgi rolled her eyes before giving me a deadpan look, “This is Mingi, Y/N, you’re not bullshitting your way out of this. Now, explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain.” I didn’t mean to snap, but it happened, “It’s not Mingi. Why the hell would I even draw that fucker? It’s just a random face which popped into my head and I drew it mindlessly, alright? Maybe it looks like Mingi, but it’s not him.”

“Yeah, sure, and I’m the fucking Pope in Vatican—”

“Seulgi!” I snapped and tugged on the sketchbook again, finally getting her to release it. She didn’t seem too impressed as I quickly shut the sketchbook and grabbed my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder, “Shut up and let’s just go.”

“The hell am I shutting up, bitch.” Seulgi scoffed as she got her backpack too, “That’s Mingi and you can’t gaslight me with this one. Are you into him—”

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed with disgust ridden all over my face, “Do you even hear yourself right now?! How could I be into him? I hate his guts!”

“That’s why you fucking drew him—”

“I didn’t draw him!” I finally exclaimed just as we got out the room, Seulgi shutting the door loudly behind us after she turned the lights off.

“You’ve been acting hella weird ever since we’ve been to Outlaw, Y/N, what are you not telling me?” Seulgi leaned against the wall as I locked up the room.

“I am not acting weird and there’s nothing I’m not telling you, so, will you just drop this whole thing?” I snapped, raising my eyebrows at her in irritation. Seulgi bit her lower lip and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she looked like she was contemplating. But one another glance at my face and she knew she wouldn’t get anything out of me, so she just sighed and shook her head as she pushed off the wall.

“Fine, let it be your way,” She muttered, falling in step with me by my side, “At least it’s not Yunho anymore. You’re finally getting over him—”

“Bitch, I’ve been over him for ages.” I threw my best friend a sharp glare and she just chuckled, shaking her head at me. I held back the urge to slap the back of her head hard in hopes that her delusional thoughts would get slapped out of her head with the effort.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” She mocked and before I could go off on her again, she faced me and smiled brightly, “Want to get McDonald’s before we head home?”

All thoughts of Mingi and wanting to hold a whole ass speech to Seulgi about him flew out of my mind at the mention of said junk food and I nodded eagerly, linking my arm with Seulgi’s as she started talking about a girl in her history class and how she managed to embarrass herself and her professor at the same time today.

『Run, baby, run

Run, baby, run』

❱❱ Next chapter

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Dont tempt me| NSFW

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Authors note~ here’s some content for my lovely lady lesso. This could be absolutely poor quality as I'm exhausted and it will not be proof read so I apologise for any mistake but they are all mine :)*

Trigger warnings ~ dom/sub begging fingering oral overstimulation accidental mommy kink praise kink degrading kink

Prompt~ "fuck you" ... "would you?"

Since the merger of the school for good and the school for evil, the environment has been reflecting the mood swings of a teenager. Good and evil now learning to co-exist and lean on each other. Baby steps of course. That's where you come in. You were hired to teach literature for both Evers and Nevers. One of the first teachers to have a mixed class. Yet you were thriving. Your students seemed to bond well with you, rather engaging in the lessons as you tried to cater to everyone's interests while sticking to the curriculum. It was truly magical to see the students slowly but surely not want to kill each other. You hadn't been brave enough to assign any mixed group work projects yet tho. That for sure would cause bloodshed, not particularly something you wanted to deal with in your first semester.

With the Evers, professor Dovey stood with them. Her beauty and pristine gracefulness shone through her joyous personality. Truly a joy to be around. Should anyone ever need cheering up, you'd definitely send them to Dovey. Clarissa Dovey, Dean for good used her powers to comfort struggling students the most. Instantly you could spot how certain students would seek her out in a room. She made them feel safe. A smile and a hug could go a long way.

Then there's her counterpart, Lady Leonora Lesso, Dean of evil. Now imagine the complete opposite of Dovey. Yep that's her. Quite a complex human. That's what drew you in if your truly honest. She's so guarded, you just want to know more. Often you could find her staking the halls like a fox hunting it's prey. Despite the merger, students still feared her. You'd heard stories of a doom room. One with some rather interesting attributes. Although probably not the desired effect of the room, you ached to visit, to just experience it one time. Two consenting adults could have so much fun in there. The thought causing a flush to adorn your cheeks. She was a coworker for heavens sake. The thoughts of becoming Lesso's prey only grew with time. Little did you know, you were quite the curious creature to the red head. She longed to clip your innocent white wings, and watch you fall under her spell. This is what leads you to the current moment.

The past few weeks had become some what of a game between you and the dean of evil. It all started when she interrupted a lesson of yours as you were teaching one of your favourite Shakespearean plays. Macbeth. The particular passage where you were asking your class to asses her body language and what that implied. Lesso smirked and offered to give a real demonstration for the students. "After all some students learn visually isn't that right Miss y/l/n"

She revealed in your reaction, immediately starting the cat and mouse game. Or rather the fox and her dove. Pay back had been sweet, of course you had to be mad to challenge Leonora but still you did so anyway. This is exactly what lead you to her office after hours. You should be marking your students essays on Lady Macbeth however, a black raven swooped in, narrowly missing your head while dropping a piece of parchment before leaving again. You carefully untied the bow and instantly recognised the neat cursive penmanship.

Does my dove give up? I've been eagerly awaiting your next move. I expected more of you y/n. At least give me a challenge.

The fox.

As you read you could practically see her lips curling up into her famous smirk. She signed it as the name you'd accidentally given her. In a lesson you had with first years you we're discussing a descriptive words to describe a fox. Only when a few students began to give answers such as "sly" "sneaky" "feisty" "stealthy" did one student stutter "lesso." You couldn't help but agree. She did rather match the description so you wrote it with the rest. At that moment you heard a chuckle. The fox herself stood in your doorway. "Miss y/l/n, you think I'm a fox? Then what are you? The innocent dove?" She taunted you watching the blush appear that you desperately tried to fight off. "Lesso, how lovely of you to join us. Did you need something?" You deadpanned hoping to avoid the feelings stirring in you at the pet names.

You definitely had feelings for the women. But she was infuriatingly untouchable. No matter your best attempts you couldn't achieve the level of flustering her that she did on you. Which is why you decided to get brave. Parchment in hand you stormed your way down to Lesso's office. Anxiety rolling off you in waves at your plan. You were most definitely going to get killed. But death by her stunning hands? Well worth it.

When you arrived at her door you bypassed knocking and just waltzed in. The women sitting at her desk busily working away. She didn't even spare you a glance as you entered. "Now dove what are you doing in here?" She mumbled seemingly very uninterested in your presence. Her eyes never stopped scanning her work and he quill scribbling down words in her beautiful cursive penmanship.

"What is this game lesso? Is it anything to you? Just fun. Why do you keep messing with me during my lesson times. What was with the raven? Miss me that much huh" you were spiralling, desperate for some kind of reaction. "Maybe I'm making you wait fox maybe I'm busy" you finished eyes blaring with determination.

"Miss y/n I'm rather busy-" she tried only to be cut off by you approaching her and crushing your lips to hers in a bruising kiss. Waiting for the moment she was desperate for more. Only then to pull back and completely remove yourself from her. "Oh such a desperate fox" you taunted her watching the frustration and desire fight for control.

"Fuck you dove!" She all but growled at you her breathing heavy.

"Would you?" You retorted unsure where this brass neck of confidence came from. Her eyes darkened in response as she leapt up and stalked towards you. Instinctively you moved backwards until you were pressed between the wall and the fox. Her grin almost sadistic, eyes black with desire. A embarrassing squeak drew from your body as she roughly claimed your lips as hers. Teeth sinking into your bottom lip. The cooper taste mixed with the taste of her causing a low whine to leave you.

Pulling away to gain air, she kissed nipped and sucked all over your neck. The dark purple blemishes already showing. All you could do is whine and whimper at the sensations and desperately pray your legs would hold you up. "Some innocent dove you are" she sneered after a particularly low whine left you as she nipped your pulse point, "such a response slut for me hmm" she all but cooed.

"Please" you begged not knowing if she'd comply. Completely at her mercy was not what you had planned for the night. With that you were lifted into her arms and carried to her bed. Immediately her hands working to rid you of your dress. Desperate for more skin to explore. Months of pent up desire finally coming to head. She moaned out in approval once you were stripped bare and laid out for her. Her hands trailing all over your skin. Feather light and teasing. Hickeys now adorned your neck and the tops of your breasts. Her mouth creating more bruising while her fingers stroking your breast with one had and pinching the bud with the other. Moans were flowing more freely now. But as nice as it was, it wasn't enough. Your hips jerked up in a silent plea. This was torture. You needed her. And now.

However your plea was ignored, simply moving her hand to pin your hips to the bed. You whined in response to her denial of your unasked question. "Now now dove, be a good girl and you'll get what you want. You want me to touch you hmm?" She husked out still completely enthralled with brushing your pale skin. All you could do is nod and try to be patience.

"If you want me to make touch you then I need words my slut" she purred loving how you were responding to her. Who would've knew you would be like this? Some meek little English teacher, not an ever, but not a never but a secret little minx. That fact only adding to the attraction and infatuation lesso has with you.

"Please, please Nora I -" a moan broke your sentence off as she immediately moved her hands to your soaked folds just teasing never fully giving you anything. "Nora?" The smirk on her lips showing you she liked the nickname. "I wonder how many times you've screamed that with your own fingers between your legs wishing they were mine." She mused out loud before bringing her lips to taste you. Your aching core was dripping and the taste absolutely Devine. Her self control dwindled as she lapped you up like fine wine.

Your orgasm building faster than normal, you were no use anymore. All you could focus on his the pleasure the fox was giving. Feasting on you like there was no tomorrow. Your bundle of nerves reviving the attention it craved. "Please please fuck please I need" you whimpered as you teetered on the edge of pleasure.

"You may dove. That's my good girl hmm. Such a good slut" and with those words she continued eating you like there was no tomorrow. Lapping up every drop of your essence as you tumbled off the edge and into the pools of pleasure. A whine of surprise left you as you realised Lesso wasn't done with you. Her mouth still working diligently between your soaked thighs.

"Fox i fuck what?" Your train of thought completely lost as two fingers were thrusted into your core. Immediately your walls reacting to squeeze the life from them. Fuck this women was going to kill you. She set her own brutal pace as she finger fucked you soaking in every delicious sound you made. Watching as you screwed your eyes shut and flung your head back in pleasure. The whimpers were nearly constant now. All you could do is lay there and mewl at her administrations like a cat in heat.

"Oh fuck mommy!" You all but screamed as another gush of white hot pleasure tore through you. How many orgasms had you had now? Honestly you'd lost count, all you knew was your body called for her. You didn't even know what you said until you felt her withdraw the fingers that has been bringing you pleasure. "Mommy? Oh what a little minx you are young one" she teased as you stumbled over an apology. Why did you say that. God but it had felt so good.

"No no dove don't say sorry I like it."she reassured before going back to business. Her touch was killing you. It was all too much now. You're tired battered body couldn't handle another orgasm but lesso seemed sure on forcing another. She'd rip it from your body despite the fact your exhausted. She wanted one so she'd get one. "Mommy! Please I can't! N-no m-more " you whined. Feeling the familiar feeling of the edge once more.

"You can and you will pretty girl. I want you to cum for me" and with that you tumbled over the edge with a scream of pleasure "mommy! Oh fuck god I"

The room feel silent oddly quick besides the unstable breathing from you both. Did you just? A quick peak confirmed it. You'd passed out. She'd fucked you so well your body physically couldn't handle it and shut down. The fact filling her with an unmatched sense of pride. Quickly but gently, Leonora set to work cleaning you up, carful knowing you would be sore before shifting you into her bed and wrapped the covers over you. Despite not actually being pleasured that was something that Lesso would treasure forever. In fact she wanted more. You were hers now. Her dove and she your fox.

Word count ~ 2118

*Authors note~ I haven’t wrote for lady lesso before but I’m obsessed with her character so I may write some more for her*

#lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lesso x reader #dean of evil #fanfic

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Kinktober Day 6: Bondage

Summary: Ailis let's Astarion tie her up and finds out what happens when she is at his mercy.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like this please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

This particular chapter I got my inspiration from a post by @thedomesticanthropologist. I came across the posts months ago at this point. I had to wait until I got to this prompt. I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tag Warnings: Light Bondage, Rope Bondage, oral sex, rimming, anal play, P in V Sex, Vaginal Sex

Additional Note: This fic involves Spawn Astarion.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

“So, that guy with the white raven is a complete freak,” Astarion commented as they entered the abandoned building of the Last Light Inn, where they’d set up camp.

“No kidding,” Ailis replied. “I can’t help but feel we wasted our time with that one.”

“It might have been worth it if you’d stabbed the fellow,” he replied, peeling off his shirt.

She gave him an unamused look as she slid off her boots. “Why would I have stabbed him?” she asked.

“He wanted that woman to be punished,” he replied, kicking off his own boots.

“First of all,” she said, “that woman didn’t intend to cause anyone harm. Stabbing her would have been a cruel and unusual punishment. Second, he was only channeling her spirit so he would have really been the one stabbed.”

“You didn’t have to stab him fatally,” Astarion said as he laid down on the bed. “And he would have gotten a real revenge.”

“Well, he seemed content with what he got so you’ll just have to deal with the fact that no one got stabbed,” she replied dropping her shirt on the floor. She then crawled across the bed towards him until she rested half over him. She tugged gently on a white curl and then leaned down to kiss him.

His hands came up and wandered across her torso, first gliding along her back and then moving to her stomach. His hands then slid up and pushed her upper undergarment over her breasts to free them. She pulled the garment off and tossed it to the floor and then began to pepper his face with soft kisses. He smiled and drew her in for a longer kiss as his hands cupped and kneaded at her breasts.

She moaned when his hand tweaked a nipple and he used that moment to roll her over until she was underneath him. He kissed and nipped his way up her jaw towards her ear while he played with her breasts, coaxing her nipples into hard, swollen peaks. He bit gently down on one ear while simultaneously pinching one nipple and she cried out, arching her back so she brushed the other sensitive nipple against his chest. She felt him smile and he released her earlobe, and then he…did nothing.

Frowning, she glanced at his face and saw he was staring at something across the room with interest. “What could you possibly find more interesting than me,” she pouted.

He flashed her an amused smile and gave her an affectionate kiss to the forehead. “Nothing, darling,” he purred. “I just spotted something that might spice up our night.” She sat up a little and craned her neck to look at what had his attention. She raised her eyebrows when she saw the coil of rope left in a corner of the room. It wasn’t very long, but it was long enough to tie her wrists to the bedposts. She gave him an unimpressed look.

“I’m not sure I should trust you to tie me up,” she said. “You were just complaining about a lack of stabbing anyone today.”

“The only thing I want to stab you with is my dick,” he replied.

She snorted. “That was terrible.”

“It wasn’t my best line,” he agreed with a grimace, before flashing her a more enticing smile. “Regardless, you can trust me to tie you up, darling. What do you say? Want to give it a go?”

“All right,” Ailis agreed. “Just don’t cut off my circulation, please.”

“I would never!” he declared with fake hurt.

She laughed and slapped his shoulder lightly. “I know,” she said. “Just be careful.”

“Fine, darling,” he replied as he got up to get the rope. “I promise I won’t make it too tight.” He grabbed the rope and came back to the bed. “Arms above your head. Clasp your hands together.” She did as he said and he wrapped one end of the rope around her wrists and tied them together before tying the other end to the bedframe. “How does it feel? Is it too tight?” She flexed her wrists. The rope was snug, but she could move them. The tugged on it next and felt the post in the headboard give a little. If she needed to escape, she could.

“It’s not too tight,” she said. On instinct, she went to pull his face down for a kiss, but the rope stopped her. She let out a sigh and Astarion chuckled before leaning down o kiss her. He then kissed up and down her jaw before kissing down her neck, nipping gently at her skin periodically though he never bit her. He littered kisses across her breasts and then kissed, nipped, and sucked his way down her abdomen.

He then undid the laces on her pants before pulling them off. He kissed his way down her legs as he did so. When he had her pants and undergarment off, he wrapped his hands beneath her thighs. She expected him to throw her legs over his shoulders, but instead he lifted them so her knees were pressed back against her shoulders and then he laid his left arm heavily down across the back of her thighs. She realized with alarm and arousal that he had her completely pinned down. She couldn’t move to escape him and he’d left her private part of her completely exposed to him. He kissed her lips at her core and then licked open her seam. She yelped and tried to buck her hips, but his arm held her down.

“All right, darling?” he asked, raising up so he could look at her face.

“Yes. I’m all right,” she breathed shakily. He observed her face for another moment before diverting his attention back to his previous task. She felt his other hand spread her lips and folds and then his tongue was sliding along her core again. He circled her clit and then dragged his tongue down and dipped into her core. He speared her open with his tongue, going as deep as he could.

“I guess you planned to stab me with more than just your dick,” she panted. She felt him smirk against her and then she yelped when he pinched her ass, all while continuing to completely devour her. She was soon a shaking and sweaty mess as he lapped at her like she was a five-star dessert. However, he was ignoring where she wanted him most, and bound as she was, she couldn’t direct him.

“Astarion,” she gasped and writhed at a particularly deep thrust of his tongue. She felt the rope rub harshly on her skin at the jerking movement but she didn’t care. “Astarion, please.”

“Hmm?” he hummed against her and she moaned, but he didn’t stop what he was doing.

“Please,” she repeated. “Please.” She couldn’t get the words out. She was too strung out on pleasure to ask for what she wanted. She gave another futile tug on the rope and moaned when she couldn’t get free. “Please.” Astarion just hummed against her again, but didn’t make any move to where she wanted him. He kept her on the edge of release as he devoured her. She was a sweaty, panting, trembling mess by the time he finally…finally…moved up to her clit. He traced around it with his tongue, barely applying any pressure at all. Just as she was about to try and beg him, he sucked her mound into his mouth and she screamed as her release finally hit her.

He didn’t stop his ministrations though. She didn’t get a moment to relax she he immediately worked her back up again. She gasped and panted as she writhed on the mattress as much as the rope and his arm would allow until her second orgasm hit. He stopped this time and she laid gasping for breath. She almost felt as if she were floating.

She expected him to release her legs and finally take her, but instead he moved his mouth lower and ran his tongue between the cheeks of her ass. She mewled as her body jerked in surprise. Her arms tugged on the rope yet again. His tongue laved over her asshole and she shuddered with anticipation until he finally pierced her with it. She moaned. He drove his tongue into her as deep as he could and paid as much attention to her here as he had to her cunt. Pleasure began to build in her again, but it wasn’t enough for her to get relief.

“Astarion,” she breathed out.

“Mmm?” he hummed.

“Please,” she took a deep breath, determined to ask for what she wanted this time. “Please. I need you to touch me. I can’t cum from just this.”

Astarion stopped what he was doing and moved so he could look at her face. “Touch you where, darling?” he teased, and then cupped one of her ass cheeks in his hand and kneaded it. “Here?”

“No,” she moaned.

He then pressed the pad of his thumb against her anus, though he didn’t apply enough pressure to breach it. “Here?”

“No!” she gasped.

“Oh! I know where you want me,” he exclaimed teasingly, and slid his thumb up to her clit and began rubbing tiny circles over it.

“Ahh!” she cried out. “Yes! There!”

“Well, all you needed to do was ask, darling,” he teased before going back to tongue fucking her ass, while continuing to play with her clit.

“When I get my arms free, I am so getting back at you for this. You’ll be…Eep!” she yelped when he nipped her in the same spot he’d pinched her earlier. He then went back to his task of thoroughly eating her out. She moaned and gasped from both his tongue and his talented fingers until she fell over the precipice of pleasure again, ad this time the world went black.

Consciousness creeped back into her and she laid floating for a bit. As she grew more aware, she could feel him stroking her waist and pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder. She smiled and hummed to show her pleasure.

“Back with me love?” he asked.

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Back with you.” She went to brush back one of his curls, but found she was still tied to the bed. She raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

“Well, we’re not done yet,” he replied teasingly. “I still haven’t had my needs met.” He thrust against her and she felt his turgid cock glide against her hip. She smirked.

“I’m surprised you waited for me to wake up,” she huffed.

“I did think about just taking what I wanted, but I wasn’t sure it would go over well,” he said, stroking her hair. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She considered his words and nodded. “It’s probably best that you didn’t,” she admitted. “I don’t know if I’d have reacted well. Thank you for being considerate.”

“Aren’t I always?” he asked.

“You really want me to answer that?” she teased. He snorted and then moved, spreading her legs so he could lie between them. He then lifted her legs again and hooked her knees over his shoulders. She could feel her muscles burn at the action. He’d been abusing them all night.

“You’re going to be the one to beg a healing potion of Shadowheart when I can’ walk tomorrow,” she grumbled.

“Oh, you’ll be able to walk,” he told her as his cock lined up to her cunt. “Just not without remembering every moment of tonight.” They both moaned when he sunk into her. She was so wet and ready for him he’d barely had to puh in as her cunt swallowed him. Though typically not very loud during the act, she moaned as each thrust of his thrusts shocked her core with a pleasure/pain sensation. She was so overstimulated by this point. Astarion seemed to be similarly affected, grunting with each frenzied thrust. Neither was going to last long. He kissed her as he lost his rhythm and she felt his release inside her. She followed right after.

She remained conscious this time, though she was happy to rest. She enjoyed the feeling of him on top of her, his weight not crushing, but soothing. They laid there like that for a while, but she slowly felt a growing ache in her arms. She shifted to try to ease the strain and then hissed slightly when the movement caused her wrists to burn. She glanced up to look at her wrists. The rope blocked most of her view, but she could see they looked red, and without the endorphins flooding her system, they were a bit painful.

“Astarion, I need you to untie me,” she said.

“Mmm?” he hummed sleepily.

She squirmed beneath him to try and get him moving. “I need you to untie me,” she repeated more urgently. He lifted off her and gave her a confused frown before gazing at her wrists. His expression immediately shifted to concern and he moved urgently to free her arms. She immediately moved her arms down to inspect her wrists and inspected the damage. Her wrists were rubbed raw, and were bleeding in some spots. Astarion gently too her wrists in his hands as he inspected then and frowned.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “The rope was just too rough. Next time we should find something else to use.”

“I should have paid better attention,” he admonished himself. “I should have smelled the blood.”

“Hey,” she said, and held his face in her hands so he would look at her. “I’m fine. It’s just a little rope burn. It happens and it’s not a big deal.” She kissed his nose and he made a face. She laughed and then peppered kisses over his face until he was laughing too.

When they stopped laughing, he pulled her tightly against him. “I’m sorry,” he said and kissed her head. “Even if I don’t need to be.”

“Forgiven, even though the apology is unwarranted,” she said squeezing him tightly, before pulling back. “You are going to be the one who wakes up Shadowheart for a healing potion, though.”

“What!” he exclaimed. “Why do I have to do it? She likes you better.”

“I’m not waking her up over this!” she replied. “She would have been frosty over just asking for a healing potion to deal with sore muscles when that could have waited for morning. I’m not going to be yelled at for waking her up and wasting a healing potion on careless sex while also getting made fun of when she sees my wrists.”

“Ugh! Fine,” Astarion agreed reluctantly and got up and re-dressed. “I hope you appreciate what I do for you.”

“Always!” Ailis said smiling. He shook his head but smiled as he exited the building. Ailis waited and then winced when she heard Shadowheart’s voice carry through camp.

“What do you mean you need a healing potion?!” the half-elf cried. She couldn’t hear Astarion’s reply but Shadowheart didn’t lower her voice. “So, you’re going to have us short one potion because you two decided to get freaky and weren’t safe about it.” She heard Wyll try to smother a laugh from his tent. She buried her face in her hands. She couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation but Astarion looked pained when he came back in, but he had the healing potion which he handed to her.

“I probably don’t have to tell you this, but everyone knows what happened,” he said pulling her back against him.

“Hopefully they decide we’ve been punished enough and don’t bring it up in the morning,” she replied and then drank the potion. Her wrists quickly healed up and she twisted in his arms until she laid across his chest. “Thank you.”

“For the getting the healing potion? You’re…”

“No,” she cut him off. “For taking care of me.”

He kissed her head. “Yes, well, you’re welcome,” he replied awkwardly. “Get some sleep, darling.” She smiled and closed her eyes. Sleep quickly found her.

#bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #kinktober

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sage-nebula · 9 days

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💫✨ people I’d like to get to know better ✨💫

thanks for the tag @caffernnn !!

last song i listened to: So I'm actually going to plug three songs that I've been absolutely obsessed with over the past weekend and have been listening on repeat as a result, all by the same artist -- Lydia the Bard, over on YouTube.

Lydia makes villain songs for the Disney princesses (among other Disney female characters). Her first handful were just lower pitched versions of their songs (or songs from their movies), but as she progressed she started changing lyrics, and now she's really grown and is making the songs more and more unique, culminating in finally creating a wholly unique villain song for Tinkerbell, which just came out and is my favorite.

"Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall" recontextualizes Tinkerbell's animosity toward Wendy. In this version, Tinkerbell and the other fairies of Pixie Hollow brought Peter Pan and the other Lost Boys there because, due to the nature of fairies' existence depending on humans believing in them, fairies were dying all around them as humans grew up and stopped believing. So the only way to secure their own lives was to make sure their humans never grew up. But Wendy threatens that by making Peter and the others long for human lives. Therefore, Tinkerbell sees her as a threat who must be taken out to save her own and her friends' lives. Not only does this song make Tinkerbell a far more compelling character, but the vocal performance is stunning, and the animatic that goes with it is amazing as well. Literally obsessed.

The other two I'm obsessed with are Meg's (where Hercules betrayed her as well & she kills Hades & takes his power) and Isabela's (where Mirabel doesn't get to her in time, and her resentment over the arranged marriage drives her to snap). Meg's is a bop and has a killer line in "In time they'll say I was cruel 'cause I cared", and I'm sorely tempted to use her final look at the end of the animatic as my Halloween costume this year. Meanwhile, Isabela's is also killer musically of course, and has equally fire lines like, "What could you possibly expect was gonna happen when you made me? / Tend to a plant with poison and expect a flower, are you crazy?" They're both just so good.

favorite color: Purple! Specifically cool shades, and especially cool shades that are more pastel, mixed with grey. I also like blues and greens that are faded like that, too.

currently watching: A little while ago I had started rewatching Sabrina the Teenage Witch since I hadn't watched it since middle school, but once I got to season four it got . . . bad . . . and it has continued to be bad . . . so I've kind of stopped watching lmao. I've lately been rewatching Jenny Nicholson's videos, but I finished that, so now I've gone back to rewatching Jenna Marbles videos. Oh, and I really love this series on YouTube called Bistro Huddy! It's hilarious, and Drew (the guy who portrays all the characters) is fantastic, he really melts into the roles so you almost forget it's one guy doing all of them. Highly recommend checking it out.

spicy/savory/sweet: Honestly depends on my mood, but I do have a strong sweet tooth, so honestly it's hard to go wrong by offering me ice cream or a cookie or something similar.

relationship status: Currently dating the lovely @skimmingthesurfaces 💜 She's actually going to be here this weekend for my birthday! (My birthday is on Tuesday, so I'm very blessed to have her with me for the whole weekend.)

current obsession(s): Aside from the songs mentioned above, I've been really thinking about one OC in particular of mine, and her story / novel . . . she's a character that I first created when I was about 13 or so, and has gone through a lot of development since then, but I've been fleshing out a lot more of her story and how she fits into this new original world I've created (since she was originally created for a Legend of Zelda role play, albeit even back then she came from a country outside of Hyrule). I really love and cherish her a lot, even though most other characters think she fulfills the "girl who is stupid" role in the adventuring party, and on some level she also believes this about herself, and to be fair she's not academically gifted at all, but to be even more fair the school and in fact overall society she was raised in was extraordinarily fucked up and no one actually tried to teach her in a way that would help her learn and in fact learning disabilities were seen as personal failings and --

Ahem. Anyway. I have long since described her as "pure of heart, dumb of ass," and in many ways she is, but for the second half, she's not in the way most everyone around her growing up assumed she was (including herself), or like, even if she is it wasn't 100% her fault (like yeah she slept in class and that was on her, but also she wasn't going to learn whether she was awake or not because her teachers were not going to be able to teach her the material because it was a One Size Fits All approach to teaching even when it really wasn't -- and that's only scratching the surface of the problems in her school / culture, it's a huge systemic thing). But yeah I've just been thinking about her a lot. Karin's my girl and I love her lots.

#the real way in which she's dumb of ass is that one tiktok that's like #''fool me once? shame on you. fool me twice? what the heck that's so mean. fool me THREE times? ohhh my god . . . fool me FOUR--''#she has the worst judge of character #i mean to be absolutely fair to her she will remember that someone betrayed her trust. but will she give them another chance? yeah probably #her justification is she is watching them VERY HARD OK #(she's watching them fool her AGAIN tho . . . smh)#anyway thanks again for the tag!!!!!#caffernnn

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loudlooks · 16 days

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Day 1 - Strolls among cherry blossoms

A/N: le sigh, here we go again, one last time, not sure I'll be writing and posting for 30 consecutive days this time, we'll see how it goes. as with the other 3 challenges, do not expect quality, do expect piss-poor editing and repetitiveness (apparently I basically plagiarized this first ficlet from the winter challenge, but if I don't post this now I'll never get this challenge started). prompts will be cherry-picked from different prompts list

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring

Prompt: Strolls among cherry blossoms

Word count: 475

The vanilla scent of the cherry blossoms carried by a pleasantly warm breeze, made the day seem just a little brighter than when they had left the Navy Yard half an hour earlier. Tony smiled for no particular reason and glanced to his left, smiling wider for a particular reason he would never admit to. Well, not never, just, not yet.

Another warm breeze caressed his face, and his heart, as it gently brushed Ziva's curls, his fingers aching to do the same.

Someday soon, he thought, looking at his partner as his heart bloomed like the cherry blossoms all around them.

"What?" Ziva asked as she looked at him, her brows knitting.

He shrugged his shoulders, but not his goofy smile. "Nothing."

She looked him up and down with suspicion. "You have been very quiet … and pleasant."

He blinked slowly, confusion clouding his joyful mood. "I'm sorry?"

Ziva rolled her eyes. "If you are planning on pranking me..." she said and then suddenly reached for the top of his head, causing him to flinch slightly.

She scoffed at his reaction, and showed him the pink flower petal she had retrieved from his hair.

He looked away, distracted by the breeze rustling through the trees, carrying away more blossoms. A flowery flurry landed on the gravel all around them, as something tickled the back of his head. Swatting in the general direction, his hand brushed against Ziva's.

As they both drew back their hands slowly, mischief fluttered in Ziva's eyes. "More flowers," she stated offhandedly. The grin on her lips grew along with his own suspicion.

Her hand brushed through his hair once more, deliberately, nimble fingers tickling his scalp. He narrowed his eyes as she failed to produce more flowers, and stared at her silently.

Tilting her head to the side, she asked, "Do you have a problem with my touching your hair?"

He bit his bottom lip, mulling over his reply. "I do," he said slowly, watching her grin fall like the blossoms from the trees.

Her lips formed a silent “Oh” and his heart fluttered in a breeze of courage. "But only because you don't touch it often enough."

The corners of her mouth lifted, a faint blush on her cheeks, as more flowers blew in their direction, covering their hair.

He absentmindedly plucked petals from her curls, getting lost in her eyes, and the softness of her hair, butterflies swirling in his stomach as she languidly ran her fingers through his hair.

It briefly occurred to him that they should probably get back to work, or at the very least move away from the cherry trees. And as her fingers lingered in his hair longer than necessary, his deliberately skimmed over one last flower in hers. A soft, pink remnant of a bright, warm moment between them.

And a reason to run his hands through her hair again, later.

#30 days of spring #tiva #my fanfiction #tiva fanfiction

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nonsubstantial · 26 days

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MARCH 2024 DIARY POST

I'm keeping up the habit of writing a monthly post to catalogue all the things I've been obsessed with in 2024. At the end of the year, I want to be able to look back and remember what was making me happy all year long! If you are reading this, I hope you will enjoy hearing about these things or checking them out too! First, a chaotic collage of those things!

VIDEO GAME: As you may already know, Splatoon is probably my favorite video game franchise of all time. I really cannot overstate how important it is to me. Naturally, I was highly anticipating its new singleplayer DLC, titled Side Order, but when it finally came out at the end of February, my elbow was fractured in a way that made it painful for me to play. So, I had to wait until about a week into March for my elbow to heal a little. Then, I spent about 10 hours obsessively playing it, and I loved pretty much every second of it. It featured by far the most difficult levels ever seen in a Splatoon game, which was a treat to me as a player who was disappointed by the rather simplistic story mode of the base game. Splatoon 3: Side Order took the form of a roguelite battle tower, similar to Salmon Run but with new enemies, unique (and sometimes puzzling) stages, and customizable weapon builds. Even players who find it a bit too challenging at first can eventually mod the difficulty to an extent that (hopefully) makes it doable. The story was nothing crazy, but the gameplay and visuals were so unbelievably good that I honestly wished I could erase it all from my mind and play it again from the start. Just yay 💕, I love Splatoon so much.

TWITCH STREAM FAN EDIT: If you don't already know who Jerma is, he is a prolific video game streamer that I became a big fan of a few years ago. His unique humor has consistently impressed and appealed to me, and his fan community has proven itself to be both creative enough and motivated enough to persistently churn out edited “best of” versions of his streams. For better or for worse, Jerma announced his retirement from streaming last year, leaving his eager fans with nothing but his earlier content to dredge for, well… content. One such fan edit that was released this year, post-retirement, was a massive compilation of all his Nancy Drew playthroughs (save for one). This edit in particular was one that I found overwhelmingly funny and good, and it inspired an ongoing fanfic that I’m still currently working on writing. Oddly enough, watching this caused a domino effect that got me back into writing in general and has given me the surge of confidence and inspiration that I needed to keep working on creating the fiction that has lived inside in my head for years. I really hope this feeling never dies. You can watch the stream that inspired me, linked here!

MUSICAL ARTIST: Peach Kelli Pop is probably tied (with a few other artists) for the title of my favorite band of all time. Their entire discography is only about 2 hours long, but they were still my most listened to artist for several years in a row. It’s due to the consistency of the vibe across all of her work: upbeat and positive while still delivering a profound emotional impact. I've been able to just listen her entire catalog of music over and over and over again on shuffle. I might describe it as DIY rock, or feminist punk, and if you haven't heard it before, Gentle Leader is probably the best album to start with. Listen here!

MUSICAL ARTIST: After listening to nothing except Peach Kelli Pop for about a week straight, I started to look into similar bands that I hadn't already checked out and found one that really caught my interest. That's how I was introduced to Tacocat! Their band name is both a palindrome and euphemism, and their album Lost Time was love at first listen. They have cozy lyrics about aliens, birth control, and creating your own values, and their music has left me in a good mood every time I've thrown it on. You can listen to the first song that I heard, linked here!

SONG: It's Don’t Rain On My Parade, by Barbra Streisand!! I still haven't watched the musical that this song is from, but the drag queen Plasma mentioned it on RuPaul Season 16, which is how I ended up hearing it. This song gets an individual mention because I was absolutely blown away by this one individual track! It's brilliant and catchy right out of the gate, "Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter! Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!" It's from 1964, but its recording sounds crystal clear and it channels its intended emotions perfectly. I felt compelled to listen to it over and over again, because it really is just so cheerful and artistically inspiring. I feel like it's a perfect piece of music. Listen here!

SONG: I have to give another song an individual mention! It's Mood Indigo, by Nina Simone!! I’ve been a big fan of Nina Simone for years now, but more often than not, I've stuck to my favorite album, Pastel Blues. I did branch out and listen to this song a few times in the past, but it only recently dawned on me just how perfect it is. Wikipedia says that it was recorded in 1964, about the same time as Don’t Rain On My Parade, and while it's technically a cover of an old Duke Ellington song, Nina Simone’s version has a totally unique vibe, evident from the first few bars. Its lyrics are meant to be cathartic, as they discuss suicidal ideation, while the drums, bass, and piano create a beautiful and upbeat swing melody that perfectly juxtaposes and rebuts the content of Nina’s vocals. It's menacing, catchy, uplifting, and truly perfect! I now believe it to be a landmark in Nina Simone’s career, and the whole of music history in general. Listen here!

MUSICAL ARTIST: Okay, one last music rec, I swear!! I was really feeling the vibes this month (but mostly just listening to bands that I already know and love). Along with Peach Kelli Pop, another one of my favorite bands is King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard. Ever since 2017 (aka, the year of the gizz) they have probably reigned supreme as my #1 most listened to band. They just have so much music, with so much variation, that I can usually find at least one of their songs that appeals to me. Since the start of this year, I've been collecting and organizing a playlist of my favorite songs by them, titled 31 Days Of Gizz. Not for any particular reason, but just because I find it fun to make lists! At the last minute, I decided that I would organize the songs, specifically in the way that I would play them if I were introducing someone new to the band. So, if you haven’t heard their music before, maybe it’s time I introduced you? But no pressure, I just like their songs and I made my playlist just for me! I'm linking to it on spotify, HERE, if you’re interested! (forgot to put this one on the collage, lol)

VIDEO GAME: Right before the month ended, I bought the new fantasy tactics game, Unicorn Overlord, and I am fucking in love. I’ve been a longtime fan of the fantasy tactics genre, so as soon as this game started making waves, I begrudgingly accepted that I HAD to play it. I really don’t have a lot of time in between trying to take care of things at home and working on my writing, as I mentioned before, but I briefly dropped all my other hobbies and managed to fit about 10 hours of gameplay in before the month ended. I really wish I had time to obsess over it, because I feel like it is a masterpiece, even if the rumors about there being gay content ended up being a disappointing exaggeration (the game was developed by Vanillaware, but was published by homophobic giants ATLUS and SEGA, so I’m not surprised). Despite the story being pretty much dog shit though, I believe the gameplay is damn near perfect, and even revolutionary within its genre. I’ll probably be sinking all my game time into it until the new Elden Ring DLC drops. If you’re a person who also likes fantasy tactics, then I highly recommend playing it (I got it for the Nintendo Switch, where it seems to run perfectly).

(that’s it. It is now APRIL!! There might be some repeats this next month, or I'll leave them out... we'll see. Hope you have a good day! ♡)

#personal #2024 reviews #2024 #march #splatoon #jerma #peach kelli pop #tacocat #don't rain on my parade #mood indigo #king gizzard #unicorn overlord

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let-them-read-fics · 2 years

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Patience

Pairing: Siyeon x Fem!Reader and Yoohyeon x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Love Triangle, Angst, Pining, Fluff

Word Count: ~ 10,895

Requested By: @mandu-17

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you're having a good day / night and that you enjoy this piece :) Drink some water!

💖 Happy Reading🌹

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- Three Months Ago -

Seoul Fair

The entirety of Seoul and its inhabitants fell silent as you tossed one final, plastic ring towards the sea of bottles in front of you. With bated breath, you watched as it sailed through the air.

One side of it hit first, causing it to flop back and forth while fate decided what to do with it.

After a tense few seconds, it circled around the corner bottle’s rim and sunk down over the neck of it with a satisfying clink.

The crowd that had formed around you erupted with cheers and applause in an instant. You spun around in a rush, raising your arms into the air in celebration.

One person in particular caught your eye, with the soft smile that was on her face and the look of adoration that shined in her dark eyes. A few strands of her fluffy hair were blowing in the wind, caught by its currents.

Siyeon. Precisely the woman you were trying to win a prize for.

She opened her arms as you closed the short distance that stood between the two of you, catching you with ease as you leapt into them. She spun you around victoriously, sharing her cute little laugh with the world and warming your heart in the process.

She kissed your cheek before setting you back down on the ground, and you tugged her over to the booth so she could choose her prize.

Per her instruction, the worker used a hook and retrieved a wolf plushie from the top rack. She took it and you both thanked him before leaving.

“When did you get so good at that game, jagi?” Her arm looped with yours as she began to toy with the wolf’s ears. The neon lights of the attractions around you washed over the park, causing the plushie’s beady eyes to shine as they peered up at her.

“Beginner’s luck,” you shrugged, still smiling. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it?” She stopped in her tracks, making you do the same.

“I love it. Best gift ever,” she complimented, and leaned over to kiss your lips. You laughed against her as she pulled you in again and wound her arms around your middle, holding you close in her warm embrace.

She shivered when your hands pushed open her flannel jacket and made contact with her exposed midriff, caressing her skin. Your fingers looped in the waistband of her jeans, pulling her flush against your body as her lips moved against yours. She simply couldn’t get enough of you; you were too perfect for words.

Just a little ways away, Yoohyeon watched the two of you with a scowl. The line that she was waiting in was stagnant and apparently incapable of any movement whatsoever, much to her annoyance. Her sudden change in attitude became apparent to both Jiu and Dami – who were standing in front of her – when she let out a light scoff into the night air.

Just a few minutes prior, she was as bubbly and smiley as ever; but when she spotted you together, her mood soured immediately. She felt sick to her stomach, and the sinking of her heart only made things worse.

She couldn’t have you, no matter how much she was dying to. What a cruel fate.

Ever since Siyeon had introduced you to all of the girls a few months ago, Yoohyeon had been grappling with her blossoming feelings for you. Everything about you drew her in, from your sweet smile that was always capable of cheering her up to your sense of humor that matched hers perfectly. As you became a bigger part of all of their lives, she found it more and more difficult to deny the way that you made her feel.

It wasn’t hard for all of them to grow fond of you, with how much Siyeon gushed about you and how frequently you were invited over to the dorm. Just recently they had begun to bring you on little trips and outings such as this, certain that you would find a way to make them even more special somehow. And you always did.

But as much as Yoohyeon loved your presence, a part of her loathed it. Holiday dinners and movie nights in particular were some of the most destructive occasions for her resolve, because they meant that you were in her proximity for hours on end, looking radiant without even trying. The subtle touch of your hand was enough to make her heart speed up, and anytime she made you laugh or smile it was like the world stopped spinning for a moment. Her clumsiness was always countered by your vigilance, with you often swooping in to save her at the last second before she could trip over nothing or knock something over.

In so many ways, you complimented her better than anyone else ever had before. It made her wonder that if circumstances were different, perhaps you could’ve found the same love in your heart for her that she had for you. Maybe, if she had been the first to meet you instead of Siyeon, you would’ve been winning prizes for her now, at the fair, and waiting in the world’s slowest ferris wheel line by her side.

Ah, surely that was just wishful thinking. At least, that’s what she told herself.

“Look, unnie,” Siyeon beamed, holding the wolf up to Jiu as the two of you made your way over.

The eldest gave Yoohyeon another concerned once-over before regarding Siyeon with a pleased smile. Her free arm was still wrapped around your waist, and the sight made Yoohyeon turn away again.

“Woah, Y/N,” Jiu breathed, full of amazement. “I heard that game is totally rigged. How did you beat it?”

You grinned shyly when they all looked at you again, patiently waiting on your answer. With how intrigued they were, it was like you held the key to the universe.

“I had a good reason to win,” you said, bumping your shoulder into Siyeon’s. She blushed and used the plushie to cover her face, making everyone laugh.

“Yah, you’re such a flirt,” she groaned. “You know we’re already dating, right? You don’t have to win me over all the time.”

Dami noticed the subtle way that Yoohyeon twisted the top of her sneaker into the dirt at that, swiping it back and forth.

“And miss out on making you blush?” You quirked a brow like she was crazy. “Never.”

She muttered a quiet “Omo,” into the air before playfully rolling her eyes in response.

“Do you guys wanna join us?” Jiu asked, tilting her head to the side with a smile of gentle encouragement.

You looked at Siyeon, silently debating for a moment. Yoohyeon’s sad frame caught your eye when you returned your gaze to Jiu, leaning against the metal bars of the barrier.

“Of course. We’d love to.”

Though you didn’t see it, Yoohyeon shut her eyes in response. Why did you have to say yes? Out of every possible ride and booth here, you had to choose this one next? Her luck must’ve run out and turned negative somehow.

Siyeon helped you duck your way under the bars before doing so herself, officially joining the rest of them in line. You passed the remaining wait time by discussing your plan for tackling the remainder of the park before it closed for the night. There was only about an hour or so left before you had to leave, and you wanted to make the most of it by hitting up the rides that had the biggest reputations. Both Jiu and Dami liked your scheme, and so they decided then that they wanted to tag along with the two of you for it.

“What about you, Yoohyeon? Wanna come with?” You asked, concerned by her lack of a response thus far. She hadn’t joined into the conversation really and it upset you to see her so unlike herself. You missed her happy-go-lucky attitude.

When she felt you approach her side and innocently take her hand, she glanced over at you.

Why did you have to be so beautiful?

The smile on your lips knocked away any ill-feelings she had; every ounce of annoyance she had stored up melted away at the sight of you. Her defenses came tumbling down, just the same as her reservations.

“Sure,” she said, though she wanted to kick herself for being swayed so easily.

“Good.” You squeezed her hand with both of your own, showing your sincerity. “It wouldn’t be as fun without you.”

Siyeon put her chin on the younger girl’s shoulder and loosely wrapped her arms around her, giving her a back hug. Yoohyeon smiled, half-forced and half-genuine for a multitude of reasons.

She always did her best to refrain from taking her frustrations at the situation out on Siyeon, because at the end of the day it wasn’t her fault. When it comes to love, no one holds the reins; and precisely because no one can be blamed, the pain is a million times worse. She couldn’t find it in her heart to hate her member even though she wanted to; it would’ve made life far easier, and she could’ve distanced herself accordingly to attain some relief. But she was stuck in limbo – an odd and complicated area between love and jealousy – with no way out in sight.

So she grinned and bore it, allowing the two of you to show her some affection. Caught between love and loyalty, she struggled. Who knew that two of the people she cared about most in the world could leave her feeling such a way?

The ride attendant motioned you forward as the line surged one final time, and you were ushered onto the next available cart. It was large enough to fit all five of you, thankfully, and you ended up sitting between Siyeon and Yoohyeon. Jiu and Dami took the other side, sitting on either end of the bench there to more evenly distribute their shared weight.

Yoohyeon did her best to ignore your hand on her thigh, holding it tightly as the cart was taken higher and higher into the sky. It was warm and tempting against the chill that seeped in, both from the atmosphere around you and the metal seat that you were sat on. Should she have trained herself to be any less cynical, it might have given her some kind of foolish hope. When you shifted closer and settled against her side, briefly shutting your eyes when you neared the top of the wheel, she might’ve taken it as a sign of something more than what it was: innocent affection.

But as she caught a glimpse of the jacket wrapped around your shoulders – Siyeon’s, she quickly deduced – her senses were returned to her in full.

Siyeon was busy snapping pictures of the view for the two of you to look back on later; just the same as you, she loved aerial views like this. The flashing lights of the fair swirled and pulsated in different rhythms, all vying for the attention of passersby. Shouts of joy rang out, both from children and adults alike, and the comforting scents of different fair foods floated up on the breeze.

Yoohyeon tracked your line of sight to the city lights that shined from a little ways away – a different kind of hustle and bustle existing over there than the one you were centered in. Every beautiful thing around you was just that – beautiful – but the longer she looked at you, she realized none of it could compare.

Your smile had taken on a new kind of thrill – in the last few seconds it had learned a new way of beaming that reduced her to nothing but a bumbling fool. The joy on your face was contagious, and as she caught herself staring she registered that she was grinning back.

She was totally, utterly, and irrevocably in love with you. Head over heels in every sense of the phrase, though even it didn’t do justice to what she felt for you. It was a dangerous game that her heart and mind were playing, toying with one another with no regard for how it ruined her.

But she took your hand during a lapse in judgement and intertwined your fingers, allowing her thumb to caress your skin. It offered comfort when you peered over the side of the cart at the ground and immediately straightened up, regretting your decision.

She simply admired you, close but so far, wearing her poorly-guarded heart on her sleeve. She knew she couldn’t have you in the ways she truly wanted, and she knew she’d have to make peace with that in time.

But for now, she was okay with settling for this.

For the curl of your fingers around hers, and the nervous laughter you shared whenever the cart swayed a little. For the sweet way your voice uttered her name as you called for her attentioned and pointed out things you wanted her to see throughout the park below.

It might not have been capable of feeding her delusions forever, but in that moment it would suffice.

It was glorious torture, all at once; and she couldn’t say she wanted it to end.

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- Present Day -

As it went, fate had an odd way of panning out with time.

The members were gathered around Siyeon’s bedroom door, sharing hushed whispers of what plan of action they wanted to take. Yoohyeon was in the mix, too, although she was doing more listening than she was contributing to the conversation.

Her back was leaned against the hallway wall, and at the mention of your name she only pressed against it harder. The rigid surface remained steady, compensating for the weakness she felt.

“It’s been hours, unnie,” Gahyeon said, fixing her eyes on an uncharacteristically quiet Sua.

The second oldest tensed her jaw and nodded, acknowledging her. “I know, but I have no idea what to do. I’ve never seen her like this, guys.”

Jiu sighed and rubbed her forehead. Yoohyeon could only imagine the stress that she felt day in and day out by simply being their leader. It had to be exhausting.

“Have any of you heard from Y/N? Maybe she knows.”

Dami made a noise of contestation. “I think whatever it is that has Siyeon down right now has everything to do with Y/N.”

“She mentioned something about it to me this morning during breakfast, before she locked herself away,” Handong uttered. Everyone looked to her, awaiting her explanation. “It wasn’t much, but my guess is that they’re taking a break or something.”

Yoohyeon hated the piece of herself that rejoiced at that. She felt completely selfish.

“Seriously?”

“I wonder why…”

“There’s no way, they were so good together.”

“It must just be a misunderstanding.”

The girls all spoke over each other, simply sharing their disbelief.

A framed picture came into Yoohyeon’s view as she looked away, feeling ashamed. It was one of the three of you, smiling and happy on a trip you took with all of them to a national park some time ago. You went during the change in seasons, when the cherry trees were blossoming and offering their petals to the world. In fact, Jiu had managed to snap the picture just as some had landed in your hair; both Yoohyeon and Siyeon stood at your side, attempting to get them out for you.

It was a beautiful picture – a wonderful memory, even – yet it made Yoohyeon frown regardless. If that really was the case – if you had broken up – then both of them would be left heartbroken and neither one could do a thing about it.

It was one thing for Yoohyeon to suffer alone if it meant that at least Siyeon could be happy with you. But now? No, that didn’t sit right with her. She had grown used to the heartache, and she knew she could handle it; Siyeon didn’t deserve to feel it, too.

“Why don’t I go see how Y/N’s doing while you guys try to get through to Siyeon? She might tell me what happened and we can get both sides of the story that way.”

The girls all looked at her, silently weighing the pros and cons of the suggestion. Jiu, ever observant, was acutely aware of the feelings that the younger girl harbored for you; she knew it would be upsetting for her to confront you in such a way, and especially over a topic like this. But something shined in Yoohyeon’s eyes, and she knew she was determined to make things right in any way she could.

“I think that would be good. Do you have her number?”

Yoohyeon nodded. You’d given it to her on your second visit to the dorm, when you’d lost your phone and needed to call it in order to locate it. Even now, she could remember the way you jumped around together in celebration once you’d found it buried beneath the couch cushions.

“If she’s in the same state as Siyeon I doubt she’ll want to leave her apartment,” Dami said.

“I’ll just put something comfortable on then. Maybe she’ll let me come over.”

“I’m sure she will,” Sua agreed.

Yoohyeon fished her phone out of her pocket and held it up at them, wiggling it in the air to dismiss herself. She padded off to her room and scrolled until she found your contact, hitting the call button just as the latch of her door clicked into place behind her.

It rang a few times, and each second that passed by felt like a small eternity. She paced lightly as her fingers toyed with the sweater paw that her sleeve made.

“Hello?”

“Y/N!” She said a little too enthusiastically. She cleared her throat, correcting herself. “Y/N,” she repeated, a great deal calmer. “How have you been?”

“Not the best,” you answered truthfully. “You?”

“I’ve been better.”

“How’s Siyeon doing?” The hopefulness in your voice was obvious.

“Not the best,” she echoed, using your own words.

The line went silent for a few seconds in response, and was only broken by the subsequent sniffle you let out. She could tell you tried to conceal it, but she heard it regardless and it broke her heart.

“Can I come over? I want to see you.”

You sniffled again, not fully trusting your voice to keep from wobbling. “If you’re okay with seeing me as a mess, then sure.”

Her shoulders relaxed some. She was afraid you were going to reject the idea outright.

“Text me your address. I’ll leave soon, okay?”

“Alright,” you spoke gently into the phone, cradling it against your cheek. Its screen was cool against your heated skin, and the sensation made you grateful that she had called you.

You hung up after a shared word of goodbye and headed to the bathroom, wanting to look somewhat decent for her arrival. The hoodie, shorts, and bags underneath your eyes could stay, but your hair needed to be tamed and your nose needed to be blown. All the crying you’d been doing as of late had turned you into a wreck, plain and simply.

—-

- Your Apartment -

A gentle series of knocks came a little while later, letting you know she’d arrived.

Yoohyeon fidgeted in the small hallway in front of your door while she waited and busied herself by studying the dim hanging light that resided in the center of its ceiling. Her nerves were running high for some reason, and she couldn’t seem to calm them down.

You opened the door shortly after, revealing yourself in all of your… glory.

Her features pulled together in sadness as she regarded you and stepped inside. You shut the door behind her and were prepared to launch into the speech you had been rehearsing, but she spared you from giving it.

Her arms wrapped around you instead in a silent embrace, pulling you in until your body was pressed to hers. She didn’t care that you looked messy, or that you would dirty up her shirt; she simply offered herself to you and allowed you to find comfort in something other than your pillow for once. Her hands caressed your back as you began to cry again, painting her shoulder with the heavy droplets. They each held a little bit of your sadness and frustration; the more you cried, the lighter you felt.

She backed up until she reached the couch, and she quickly sat down and pulled you along with her. Your legs stretched across her lap and you settled your head in the crook of her neck, letting yourself go.

You had no idea why you felt okay enough to be so vulnerable in front of her; normally, you don’t cry in front of people. You’ve found over the years that your emotions are better dealt with in the safety and security of your bedroom or the shower, where prying eyes and ears don’t have the chance to listen in and question you about it later on.

It was unlike you in every way to openly sob in front of another person – even Siyeon herself had only seen you cry maybe once or twice, and neither of those occasions were of this caliber.

But something in the way Yoohyeon held you let you know everything would be alright. The occasional kisses that she left against your temple and the mindless way her fingers played with your hair calmed you down, giving you an avenue to ground yourself with. She even shed a few tears of her own, having been affected by how pitiful you were in her arms. If there was one thing she hated in this world, it was to see you cry.

Once your body began to relax against hers and your sobs turned to occasional sniffles, she knew you were making progress. You lifted your head and she cupped your cheeks, wiping away the remaining tears that streaked their paths downward with the pads of her thumbs.

“Only tell me about it if you’re comfortable and ready to, okay? I’ll stay right here regardless.”

You nodded and remained that way, shutting your eyes; she continued to cradle your face and hold you like you were the most precious thing in the entire universe. Your lips and cheeks were a bit puffy and your eyes were red, but your wet lashes looked full as they shimmered in the light of the room. You had that post-cry glow – one of the only positives in the situation at all.

When your breathing reached normalcy again, you moved a little out of her hold and allowed your back to lean against the arm of the couch behind you, taking advantage of its support; your legs still remained across her lap, however. Her hands fell to them, and her fingertips traced patterns against your skin while you found the courage to finally share what had happened.

“We broke up last night.”

She nodded, intending to give you the floor and let you do the talking.

“Things had been weird for a few weeks, and so we discussed them, but… I-I don’t really know where it all went wrong. We had always been fine before, but something about this one seemed really final.”

“Was it about anything in particular?”

You shook your head. “Not really? Just…” you let out a deep breath, “...I feel like we’d been growing apart for a little while, and then I guess it all just piled up. But even then, I don’t want us to throw away everything we’ve been through together, you know? We’ve been with each other for a while now.”

“I get that, Y/N/N.” She pushed the nagging in her heart aside. “Do you think she feels the same?”

Your shoulders lifted and fell in a heartbroken shrug, and another few tears dripped down your cheeks. “I don’t know. Probably not, after the last talk we had about it.”

She put a hand over yours on your lap, squeezing it tenderly in support.

“I wish it could’ve been a big blow out fight so I could start hating her and get past it. But she was reasonable and calm,” your breath hitched a few times, like babies do when they’re settling down, “...neither of us were harsh to each other, and yet somehow I still feel awful.”

“If it’s any consolation, she isn’t doing much better. Since breakfast she’s been locked in her room and not speaking to anyone. Not even Sua.”

A sigh left your lips at that information. “What do you think we should do?”

She took a little while to consider it, genuinely pondering. “Maybe just give it some time? Things like this always hurt the most when it’s all fresh and new. If you take a few days to think about it all and see how you feel then, maybe you’ll have a better grasp on what to do moving forward.”

“You’re right, Yooh. Thank you.”

“Of course; it’s what I’m here for.”

You wiped the remaining tears on your cheeks again and swallowed thickly, completely and utterly worn out. Truthfully, you’d expected to have run out of tears by the time she arrived; clearly that wasn’t the case by any means.

“Have you eaten today?”

You shook your head, prepared for an earful. Instead, she simply stood up and stuck her hand out, pulling you up as well. “Then let me make you something.”

She led the way into your kitchen, and when she spotted the island inside, she ushered you over to it. She pulled one of the high top chairs out for you and scooted it in once you were settled before heading to the sink to wash her hands.

“Any requests?”

“Y/FavFood/N, please.”

She smiled and rinsed the suds from her hands with the hot water that streamed from the faucet. “Alright, Y/N, but you have to promise to stay in here in case I start a fire. The last time I made that, our kitchen almost exploded.”

You laughed at that, surprised that her clumsiness had ever been that extreme. Surely it had to be a world record of some kind.

“I promise,” you said with a smile.

For a shining, wonderful moment, the heartbreak that you were going through became second on the list of things taking up space in your mind. It obviously didn’t go away completely, but the sadness was eclipsed by a certain 5’6” beauty that stood in front of your open refrigerator, scanning the shelves for all of the ingredients she needed.

The midday sunlight that streamed into the room offered a nice glow to everything, coating it in warmth. Her hair flowed elegantly in soft waves, and it caught the golden rays in various ways as she moved about. Her silhouette cut through the light gracefully, casting a shadow that was nearly capable of rivaling her real-life beauty.

You’d always thought she was incredibly attractive, though you never planned to act on it in any way. It was just a simple, undeniable fact of life. She was divine, and you didn’t mind being her admirer for once.

As she worked, you eyed her unabashedly. She caught you a few times and hid behind whatever utensil happened to be in her hand or threw a stray ingredient at you to convince you to stop, but it had the opposite effect. Without even trying, she drew you in. This woman, so sweet and gentle, waltzed into your life again when you needed someone more than anything. She was waiting without judgment, prepared to comfort you at your lowest without seeking a reward to show for it. Her kindness spoke volumes, and it wasn’t lost on you in the slightest.

How you would repay her, you weren’t sure. But you knew then that you could count on her no matter what, and that was huge.

—-------

In line with Yoohyeon’s advice, you allowed a week to pass before you met up with Siyeon to discuss things again. She came to your apartment and sat down with you, respectful in every possible way. It was odd to greet her with a short hug instead of a kiss like you were used to, but you managed. The atmosphere was still a bit tense – a little charged – as unfinished business hung in the air between you, but you both handled it like adults and did what you could to dispel it.

Tears were shed and you comforted one another like always. No matter what, you both hated to see each other so upset.

Amicably, you agreed to remain broken up and see what the future held. It was obvious that you still loved one another deeply and cared just as much as you had when you first fell. But times were changing, and life was beginning to take you in different directions; no matter how sad or disappointing it was, it was simply growing pains. Neither of you were to blame, and you found some solace in the fact that you hadn’t cheated or done anything rash to hurt one another in such a way.

Your friendship didn’t have to end by any means, and you made a promise to stay in touch. Neither of you believed you’d get over the other anytime soon – at least not fully, anyway – but you knew this was the best decision you could make for the both of you. Watching the relationship unravel any further would’ve only ended worse and caused more harm than good; you saw no real point in dragging it out when you could end on a relatively positive note instead.

So, that day, you shared one final goodbye kiss and left it at that. Whether it was merely the end of this chapter for your love story or the entire book, you’d find out in time.

—--

- Four Months Later -

When you entered your apartment after a morning of grocery shopping, you were surprised to find Yoohyeon sprawled out across your couch. Her limbs were haphazardly strewn about, and all of her focus was zeroed in on the phone in her hands. She was playing a game, you quickly realized, by the fast movement of her fingers and the look of concentration on her face.

As you latched the door behind yourself and locked it, the screen lit up red, washing her face in the color of defeat.

She groaned loudly and sat up before locking her phone and tossing it to the other end of the couch like a toddler. Sometimes she was really a sore loser.

“How was shopping?”

She stood up and stretched, and you did your best not to stare too hard when her shirt rose up enough to expose her midriff. The lines of her abs were clear, begging to be admired. But you averted your gaze before she could catch you.

“Fine. Pretty uneventful, really.”

She wordlessly took some of the bags from your hands and followed you into the kitchen, padding her way in with sock-clad feet. As you began to unpack everything and put it in its rightful place, she helped.

“How long have you been here?” You asked over your shoulder, bent at the waist as you placed some vegetables in the produce bin of the refrigerator.

Yoohyeon’s eyes raked over your backside, starting at the flexing muscles of your shoulders and flitting all the way down to your calves. Just as much as she’d fallen for your personality and mind, she’d fallen for your body as well. You were gorgeous to her in every capacity. Just the sight of you made her want to–

“Earth to Yoohyeon!”

She jumped, putting a hand over her heart.

“U-uh sorry! What did you ask?”

Her hand raised to the back of her neck as she scratched it, beyond embarrassed. She continued to hand you groceries as you reached out for them.

“I asked how long you’ve been here.”

“About an hour. The girls are out doing their own things and I knew you wouldn’t be gone too long, so I decided to come here and hang out with you.”

“You didn’t have anything better to do?” You quirked a brow, standing up straight and shutting the fridge.

“I always want to spend time with you, Y/N. That is one of my better things to do.”

“Yah,” you felt the beginnings of blush bloom on your cheeks as warmth spread to them, “...stop it with the smooth talk.”

She smiled so widely that her eyes formed into crescents in an instant. Knowing that she had such an effect on you never failed to put her in a better mood.

“No can do,” she shrugged, approaching you with open arms. She wrapped them around your neck and sighed into your hair when she felt yours wind around her waist, pulling her close. Her breath on your neck caused goosebumps to appear, and it took all the self restraint you had to keep from shivering.

The power she had gained over you in a matter of months was astounding, if you did say so yourself.

Following your breakup with Siyeon, Yoohyeon had established herself as a constant in your life that you could count on for just about anything.

Late night runs to the convenience store when you were having a bad week? She would be outside of your place with the car running before you could even hang up the phone.

You needed to unwind when work got you down? She was at your door with all of her favorite co-op video games, and all of your favorite snacks. If that didn’t cheer you up, she was always down to go for a walk in the park or watch TV shows or movies to take your mind off of things.

You were sick? She would run to the store at any hour and pick up every medicine you needed and every snack she knew you’d appreciate. Once she made it to your apartment, she wouldn’t leave until she witnessed you drink plenty of water and eat some of her home-made soup. (Even then, if you asked her to stay longer with you, she would agree in a heartbeat).

The more you got to know her, the more you began to fall. In the beginning, you did everything you could to prevent it, seeing as how both of you were still close with Siyeon. It felt slimy, in a way, to pull something like that with your breakup still relatively new. And, truth be told, you still weren’t completely over her. You were a lot further along than from where you started, but some progress still remained to be made. Siyeon’s quirks and mannerisms stuck with you, some becoming little habits of your own that you had picked up during your time together. The little things still reminded you of her from time to time, but you tried not to get too hung up on them.

From what you heard, she was on track to getting over you and seemed to be handling things well, too. It pleased you to hear that; more than anything, you wanted her to be happy. She deserved nothing less; and if you couldn’t be the person to give that to her, you wanted her to find the one that could.

Maybe you could be just as lucky, too, someday.

Yoohyeon’s phone rang, and she let go of you to go retrieve it from your living room. You watched her head out with a small smile, feeling content.

*ring ring*

“Hello?”

“Hey, Yooh,” Jiu chimed on the other end. “Are you still at Y/N’s house?”

She reentered the kitchen and sat down at one of the island chairs, meeting eyes with you across the room.

“Mhm.”

“Oooooo,” she teased.

“Unnie, what do you want?” Yoohyeon deadpanned. She was unamused.

Jiu pouted, tutting into the phone. “Ask Y/N if she wants to come over for a movie tonight. Sua and I are gonna make some food, too.”

She relayed the question, and you drew in a deep breath. You hadn’t visited the dorm again since things ended with Siyeon, so there was a high chance that it could be awkward. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin everyone’s night by making them walk on eggshells.

“I think it’ll be fun,” she added, smiling at you. “I’d love it if you’d come along.”

How could you deny her?

“Alright fine, you’ve convinced me.”

Both Yoohyeon and Jiu rejoiced at your decision, and once the eldest shared the message with the other girls you heard Sua screaming in the background victoriously. You laughed and shook your head, incredulous as to how her lungs and vocal chords were capable of projecting her voice so loudly. She never ceased to amaze you.

Yoohyeon said a couple more things into the phone before hanging up and turning to face you.

“They want us over there by six o’clock,” she informed. “Does that work for you?”

You nodded, leaning against the counter. You crossed your fingers, hoping for the best for the night ahead.

—---

- Dreamcatcher Dorm -

Yoohyeon snuck a glance at her phone. “5:55,” it read, before she pocketed it again. Not bad.

She opened her jacket for you as the two of you waited outside, and you slid your arms around her, reveling in the heat that she provided. It held the chilly air at bay and gave you an excuse to be close to her, leaving you with no reason to complain. She enjoyed the simplicity of the moment as well, far more than she probably should’ve. She was getting ahead of herself, like she always used to do before. But that was easy to do when you were brushing your hands across her exposed skin and holding her like it meant something deeper. Getting lost in her fantasies had always been easy when it came to you.

Gahyeon and Handong were the first to greet you when the door was flung open, nearly coming off its hinges. The youngest smiled eagerly and pulled you inside, loudly informing the rest of them that you’d arrived. Sua had clearly been teaching her her tricks.

She hugged you tightly, and you reciprocated. Once she released you and allowed you to inhale some much-needed oxygen again, you brought Handong in for a much softer embrace. Although you had gotten the least amount of time to bond with the two of them, they still treated you like an old friend and acted as if they’d known you for years; connecting with them just came naturally. It made you happy to know that they wanted you there and enjoyed your presence so much.

Dami appeared in the hallway as you conversed with the two of them, briefly catching up and finding out how they’d been after all your time apart. When you noticed her, a sincere smile made its way to her lips and she hugged you as well. She was pleased that you were doing well, and the sight of Yoohyeon behind you – watching you with a smile of adoration – only made her happier.

Knowing that the two of you had been so upset and down in the dumps before really bothered her, and so seeing that you had managed to help each other out of that place warmed her heart.

She led you to the kitchen – more accurately, the war zone – where you were greeted by the very messy sight of Jiu and Sua. They were covered in food, condiments, and…. some things that you couldn’t quite place, but you wiped the grimace from your face and smiled at them. Jiu waved a spatula at you in lieu of her hand, making you giggle. But when you looked to Sua, your grin faded a little; she had a dangerous look in her eye, and you half expected her to splash you with an ingredient or two.

Instead she rounded the corner of the counter with her arms outstretched, making grabby hands at you despite the batter that they were covered in. You slowly backed away as she came closer and closer, but when she began to run, so did you.

Only, a problem arose. Your body collided with something on the second stride, stopping you in your tracks.

Well, someone, more precisely. It was none other than Siyeon.

Sua looked between the rest of the girls with an awkward expression as she crept back behind the counter to hide, just in case things ended up going south in the wake of your impromptu reunion.

Siyeon was dressed in a cozy sweater and matching pair of sweatpants, looking undeniably adorable as her dark hair fell across her shoulders in a gentle wave. She wore slippers as well, and you noticed with a smile that they were the ones you’d bought her for her birthday.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” she said softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek and hug you. You sunk into the strong embrace of her arms, beyond happy to have reached a place again where this was acceptable. She still gave such great hugs; no matter what, the softness of her touch would always be something you loved.

“Hello to you, too,” you responded, squeezing her a little tighter before letting go completely.

Though you were none the wiser, Yoohyeon was leant against the hallway wall as she watched the two of you catch up, trading jokes and conversation like it was nothing.

The rest of the girls had gone back to talking or were leaving to do their own thing by then, but she stayed, unable to take her eyes off of you. She was transfixed, more or less, and for more reasons than one. Jealousy had begun to bubble up within her, returning like it always did before. Dami noticed her sudden change in mood and put two and two together; finally, she understood.

Like the good friend that she is, she decided to distract her from the scene playing out in front of her. She slid her hands across her shoulders and guided her away, mentioning that no one could decide on what movie to watch and that they could use her help with choosing.

Yoohyeon glanced at you before leaving, but you didn’t return the gesture. You were too busy smiling at whatever an animated Siyeon had just said. With a sigh, she relented and padded alongside Dami a little defeatedly.

–

- The Kitchen -

When your time with Siyeon began to wind down and she decided to kick back in the living room with the others, you opted to lend a helping hand to Jiu and Sua. They were doing dishes and wiping the counter down, respectively.

When you approached the two of them, they greeted you with a smile again, now able to properly hug you since their aprons were off and their clothes were cleaned off. Jiu rubbed your back in a motherly sort of way, and it brought you more comfort than you even realized you needed at the time.

Sua too was gentle for once, and you grinned against her shoulder at her calm embrace. Her hold on you was strong, allowing you to sink further into to.

It lasted for all of about three seconds, though.

“No!” She screamed suddenly, right next to your ear.

You winced and pulled away, bringing your hands up to guard it in case she decided to surprise you again.

“What?!”

“The cake!” She whined, pointing behind you. She stomped like a frustrated child.

You turned around and Jiu peeked around your side to see what she was so upset about. An unopened box of cake mix stood behind a few plates and bowls of the side dishes that they had prepared, almost completely hidden from view. They must’ve overlooked it in the chaos of all the other cooking they’d been doing.

Jiu sighed, clearly tired. Cooking for the lot of them in general was exhausting, and she felt every possible side effect. But cooking with Sua… well, she deserved some sort of compensation for that. At least an award or something.

“I can make it,” you offered. “You guys can go rest. I’ll have it in the oven in no time.”

Their eyes lit up at that, like two kids on Christmas morning. Your offer was better than five hundred presents under the tree to them in that moment.

“You mean it?”

“Of course.”

You motioned to the living room with your head, encouraging them to take a break. Sua pinched your cheek as a thank you and Jiu informed you of where the ingredients that you would need were located. The eldest only stopped talking once Sua managed to pull her through the doorway and convince her to relax for once in her life.

You shook your head, amused and now alone.

You could already hear the girls running around and laughing with one another from the next room over, only separated by a wall. It brought you peace, in an odd way, even though you weren’t a part of whatever fun they were having. They brought the dorm to life whenever they were all together.

Their happiness was simply contagious, you concluded, as you made your way over to the cabinets and began to gather all of the ingredients you needed. You filled your arms and returned to the counter before making a second trip for the refrigerated components. Once all of them were splayed out in front of you and you’d retrieved the necessary utensils, you pulled your hair back and approached the sink to wash your hands.

A passing couple caught your eye through the window that resided above it, walking their dog together, all bundled up and close to each other. One of them took their phone out to snap some pictures of the sweet moment as you dried your hands off and grabbed one of the unused aprons to tie around yourself.

The three of them looked so… right together. They each complimented each other in some way, whether it be hair color, aesthetic, or even their amount of clumsiness. The puppy in particular was especially uncoordinated – with the way his big paws trod and stumbled over one another in his excited discovery of the land around him – but his two humans were right there beside him to catch him anytime he fell and get him back on track.

It was endearing, really, and it caused a feeling of wistfulness to tug at the strings of your heart, plucking them without minding the dissonant twinge that resounded as a result.

You wanted something like they had. Maybe you’d get it someday.

Alas, the task at hand returned to your mind, beckoning you back down to Earth. When did you start getting so daydreamy all the time?

You shook your head as you approached the counter again, checking through all of the ingredients one last time. With a quick tuck of your sleeves, you got to work.

In the living room, Dami was playing with the ends of Yoohyeon’s hair as she rested her head in her lap. The rapper peered down at her best friend, sensing the disappointment that she was trying so hard to hide. The years they’d shared together made her a certified Yoohyeon expert, though, and she saw through her poorly-crafted mask time and time again.

She poked her cheek, gaining her attention.

“Why don’t you go see how she’s doing?” She suggested, cocking her head to the side, towards the kitchen. The rest of the girls were having their own conversations, so she didn’t have to worry about being too secretive.

Yoohyeon’s shoulders raised and fell noncommittally. She didn’t even bother to reply with words. Your previous interaction with Siyeon was still at the forefront of her mind, and it discouraged her in a major way. The two of you shared so much history and looked so good together that she questioned if she even stood a chance at all, no matter if you were single or not. There was always a possibility that you’d end up with her member again – especially considering the way you two hit it off and picked back up on good terms immediately – and that fact was beginning to wear her courage down.

“Go,” Dami simply said. If she didn’t give her a little push, she’d never do it on her own.

She sighed heavily – a bit comically, even – but sat up regardless. Even if she couldn’t be brave when she faced you, it was impossible for her to deny that she wanted to see you.

Dami sent her an encouraging smile as she went, and once she was out the door Jiu caught her eye from across the room. She was perched on the couch opposite her, aware of what just went down between the two of them. She took a deep breath and released it, sending a prayer out to the universe that things would end well.

Or, at the very least, without a fight. Or fire. Or a structural collapse of the dorm.

(Un)surprisingly, with the combined efforts of all seven of the girls, two of those outcomes had already happened on multiple occasions. Jiu really hoped your encounter with Yoohyeon wouldn’t result in the third. She’d managed to narrowly avoid it thus far, and she planned to keep that going for as long as humanly possible.

When the door creaked open slowly, allowing a flood of light to enter your peripheral, you glanced up. A soft looking Yoohyeon came into focus as she emerged from the living room.

“Hi,” she said, voice altered by the small smile that crept onto her face when she saw you in your apron.

After sliding the cake onto the oven rack and shutting its door, you uprighted yourself.

“I was wondering if you’d ever show up.”

“Did somebody miss me?” She teased.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “I always do.”

You were casually leant against the countertop as she approached, eyeing the cake.

Along the sides of the bowls and utensils that you had prepared the batter in, remnants of the ingredients were visible. The bag of flour was standing tall next to them, as well as the sugar and baking soda.

“Did you guys decide on what movie to watch?”

She nodded, taking one last glance around the kitchen before returning her gaze to you. “We haven’t started it yet, though. Once the cake is done we’ll dig into everything and turn it on.”

Your eyes fell briefly to the numerous dishes of food further down on the counter that were just waiting to be eaten. Their containers were all insulated and covered well, preserving their steam and heat to prevent them from turning cold anytime soon.

“You look really cute like this,” Yoohyeon blurted out of the blue, like a secret she couldn’t contain anymore.

Taken aback, you regarded her with a surprised smile. “You think so?”

“The whole look,” she affirmed, motioning up and down your body. “Messy apron and all.”

A terrible, centuries-old, forsaken idea came to mind at the utterance of her words.

“Mmm,” you hummed, nodding to yourself as you pushed your body away from the counter and took a few steps closer to her. Her eyes widened a little as she became flustered, and she felt the fleeting urge to take a half-step back in response to your approach.

Something about the look in your eye worried her.

“If I can manage to pull off looking messy, then I’m sure you could, too.”

Your finger inconspicuously dipped into the cup of icing that you had prepared just before she entered the room. Its rich, chocolatey color coated it completely.

“What do you mean?” Her subsequent chuckle bordered on nervousness.

“Just this,” you said nonchalantly, as you casually brought your hand up to her cheek and ran your finger down it, past her jawline and down across her neck.

Her mouth fell open and she squealed, tightly closing her eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

The icing shimmered as she shifted away from you, now pouting.

“You’re mean.”

“Just making us even.”

“You call this even?!”

You nodded, unfazed by her whining. Your nonchalance drove her crazy, both in the best and worst possible ways. If only she could wipe that stupid smirk off your face…

“I don’t think so,” she mumbled, striding around you and towards the flour. She cupped her hands and filled them with the white powder, ready to strike.

But you caught on immediately and spun around to face her, knowing you could dodge her incoming act of retaliation if you had a clear view. You rounded the other corner of the kitchen island so that it stood in between you, giving you something to hide behind.

“Nuh-uh, Y/N. Get over here and take it like a woman.”

Your head shook. “I’m not so easy, Yooh. You’ll have to catch me yourself.”

She groaned and emptied her hands, dusting them off with an annoyed pout. “You’re no fun,” she complained, before crossing her arms.

She was giving up that easy? Huh…

You approached her cautiously, closing the distance between you as you returned to your original spot in front of the oven.

When you were within arms reach and she hadn’t made a surprise dash for one of the other ingredients to attack you with, you relaxed some.

Her sulking frame settled next to you in front of the oven, watching it work its magic. She gently laid her head on your shoulder, inadvertently making you tense a little bit. You didn’t dare move or breathe too hard, just in case it caused her to pull away. Having her so close was comforting, all cozy and relaxed here at the dorm.

Even if she was subtly wiping the chocolate from her cheek onto your sweater.

“You know, Y/N, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately.”

“Yeah?” You asked. “About what?”

“You, mostly.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“And about how gullible you are.”

Your brows furrowed as you turned to her, confused as to what she meant.

But she was smart, and far faster than you ever knew she could be. She reached into her pocket and retrieved the handful of flour that she had deposited there, and in a second it was cascading over the top of your head in a powdery, hazy wave.

She must’ve hidden it in there when you had your back turned before.

You coughed and fanned it away, blindly reaching out for her. Her maniacal laughter filled the air around you.

She evaded your hands, dodging left and right as she hastily dipped two of her fingers into the mixing bowl behind you and gathered up some of the leftover cake batter onto them.

By then, you had cleared your eyes of the flour and caught her in the act. Before she could get you again, you grabbed her wrist and pushed her flush up against the counter, pinning her there with your hips.

She froze, immediately blushing at the intimate contact.

Oh… oh. So it was like that.

The playfulness of the moment quickly dissipated, shifting into something far less innocent as her giggles died down.

Her heart was racing – evident in the sporadic thumping you felt at her wrist’s pulse point. A mix of emotions all competed with one another inside of her, but the lust in her dark eyes slowly faded in, eclipsing the rest.

She searched your face for some sort of confirmation – some sign that you were just as affected as she was – and she found it in the way that you bit your lip. Your gaze was set on her mouth, admiring the fullness of her lips and the beautiful curves of them. It was achingly close to yours – just a breath away. You moved in a little closer, wanting to test the waters, but were still too afraid to make the next move.

So she made it for you.

Her free hand tangled itself in the material of your apron and tugged on it, closing what little distance was left between you. Her lips were soft and tasted of her favorite vanilla balm as they met yours halfway, pressing to them with a sense of urgency.

You could be caught at any moment if someone decided to walk in. But, strangely, that didn’t faze her. The only thing on her mind was you.

When you didn’t pull away, her body relaxed against yours. Your hold on her wrist loosened some when she deepened the kiss by tilting her head to the side and opening her mouth a little more.

She let both of her hands fall to your hips, which they gripped rather possessively. You whimpered at the feeling of her nails digging into them. An eagerness laid just beneath the surface of her somewhat calm demeanor, and it took every bit of power she had to keep things tame.

Everything she’d been waiting on was finally happening; she never wanted the moment to end.

You slipped your hand underneath the front of her shirt and allowed it to trace the lines of her toned stomach, caressing them in admiration. A shuttered sigh left her mouth in between kisses in response, and her knees grew weak.

You’d lost count of how many times you’d wanted to have her like this over the past few months. She was lost in you, completely and utterly, with how she trembled both in want and nervousness. Never in her entire life had she been so high-strung for someone. Her body hummed for you, encouraged by each and every one of your touches, no matter how small. They simply unraveled her.

She was vulnerable, there in your arms, basked in both the dying sunlight that filtered in through the window and the warm light of the oven that cast against your tangled legs. Hope blossomed in her chest like a poisonous flower, equal parts terrifying and beautiful.

But, all too quickly, a set of not-so-distant shouts and footsteps from the living room rang out.

It was Siyeon and Gahyeon, apparently playing some type of Guess Who game to pass the time.

The sound caught you off guard and snapped you back to reality. You pulled away at once, blushing at your own indiscretion.

Your eyes met Yoohyeon’s briefly before you averted your gaze and took a couple of steps away from her. Perhaps that interruption was a sign for you to stop while you still had the chance.

Her pupils were blown wide, and her lips were kiss-bitten and red – a little swollen. She swallowed thickly, looking dazed; her chest rose at a quicker rate than before, showcasing just how much you affected her.

“I, uh… I’m gonna get some fresh air,” you mumbled, before quickly turning to leave.

Still reeling and attempting to recover, she simply nodded and let you go.

Her palms made contact with the cool surface of the counter once you had exited the dorm and shut the front door behind yourself. Her lips were tingling, and she couldn’t help but smile as she pressed them together.

She couldn’t believe the two of you had just done that.

Outside, you paced for a few seconds in order to calm down. Your flushed skin thanked you, reveling in the slightly chilly breeze that soon rolled in.

You couldn’t believe the two of you had just done that.

You wondered, for a genuine second, when you had become clinically insane. Surely if you were to visit a doctor they’d have come to that conclusion.

How had you allowed yourself to get so carried away in the dorm, of all places? With your ex so close, and capable of walking in at any moment? And with Yoohyeon? Her own member?! Your head spun at your own stupidity.

The last thing you wanted to do was put your mending relationship with Siyeon back on the rocks with a stunt like that. You had to be more careful.

But why – why – did kissing Yoohyeon feel so right? It came naturally, like you were always meant to do it. You ebbed and flowed together, pushing and pulling, offering the perfect amount of chase and release.

Your connection with her was entirely different than what you had shared with Siyeon. It was new territory, full of promise just waiting to be discovered, while what you shared with Siyeon was familiar and safe.

It was a battle between routine comfort and the branching of comfort zones. Siyeon offered consistency and predictability – two things you valued most. But Yoohyeon promised a chance at adventure; with her, nothing was certain yet.

It was a love story already written versus an entirely new book, opened to its first, clean page.

If you chose to pursue something with Yoohyeon, you would have to forge your own way together, learning the ins and outs of each other – what made you tick. You’d have to start from scratch and put your trust in her, just the same as you’d done with Siyeon before. You’d have to be unafraid of being hurt again, or at the very least be brave in the face of that fear.

You’d have to entrust your poorly-mended heart to a woman capable of both healing it completely, and breaking it ten times over.

A groan slipped past your lips as you buried your face in your hands and sat down on the edge of the sidewalk. What a predicament you were in.

When you failed to return after a few minutes, Yoohyeon began to overthink the situation and worry about you. Her mind ran wild, and she knew the only way to quiet it was to just talk to you about it.

She grabbed her coat and slipped her boots on at the front door before heading out.

You were sitting on the sidewalk and toying with the pebbles that rested near your feet in an attempt to distract yourself. She took a seat beside you without a word, and you were grateful for that. You had no idea where to even begin.

Something warm wrapped around your shoulders and back, and as she tugged the sides of it further around you, you realized it was her jacket. What had you done to deserve her?

Her hands came to rest in her lap, and you gently reached over to hold them. She interlocked her fingers with yours and placed her free hand on top, bringing you comfort. Her thumb softly rubbed the top of your wrist.

She was always so patient with you, no matter what. She held you like no one else and regarded you with far more adoration than you probably deserved; but day in and day out, she chose that. She chose you.

Above everything else – beyond any hidden desires of her heart or selfish vies for personal gain – she wanted you to be happy and cared for. Truly, she loved you more than words could explain.

“I want this, too,” you said quietly, gazing out across the street in front of you. “I want to try,” you affirmed, and turned to look at her. “But I just need some more time. Being back here after all this time and seeing her again has me a little scattered.”

A pensive expression of contemplation befell her features as she took the news in and processed it. She didn’t bother to rush. Instead, she took her time and tried to put herself in your shoes to better understand you.

After a moment, she nodded and squeezed your hand.

“I’ll wait however long you need me to, Y/N.”

You released a breath of relief that you didn’t even know you had been holding in.

“You’re worth every second,” she added simply, and smiled at you.

God, that smile. You were convinced it could end wars with just how pure it was.

When she turned shy under your gaze and tilted her head down, you noticed a bit of chocolate icing still remained on her cheek. You leaned in and pressed your lips to it, kissing just beside one of her small dimples.

She blushed heavily when you uprighted yourself and swiped your tongue across your lips, tasting it.

The action was simple, but you used it as a means of insuring the promise you were making. With time, she’d have full access to you with every single flaw and messy string attached. But in the meantime, slow and steady would surely win the race. You wanted to do things right.

You lifted the side of her jacket and motioned her closer so that the two of you could share it. When she scooted up next to you and settled against your side, you wrapped it around her and pulled it shut, holding the cold atmosphere around you at bay. Her head found its way to your shoulder, right where it belonged, and you rested yours atop it.

“Thank you,” you uttered softly, so as to not disturb the peace you’d created together.

“For what?”

“Everything.”

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sapphirelycoris · 2 years

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Ship: Wakatoshi Ushijima x fem!reader (she/her)

Warnings: Male masturbation, recording, sub Ushi if you look really really hard, lmk if I missed any,

Author's note: I wrote this at 1am. Let me tell you words don't look like words rn. This is really my first time writing explicit smut I think. I don't understand male anatomy but I tried.

Original requester: @innerghiblisoul

Sending Ushijima a spicy tiktok of you Part I

Sending Ushijima a spicy tiktok of you Pt. 2 ft: Ushijima's response video + nsfw content

It took a good 10 minutes for Ushijima to find the right angle and position that didn't feel awkward. You realized that it would take some time before you actually got a video. He had to mentally prepare himself and get in the mood to touch himself anyways.

It was an entire process. And during that process, he had to imagine a scenario involving you, of course.

He closed his eyes and imagined you crawling between his legs. Just the idea of you towering over him was enough to get him hard(er). He bucked his hips into his boxers. There was a clear outline of his hardened cock in the white underwear. Being away from you for about a week was unbearable. Sex aside, he really did love your touch in nonsexual ways. But right now he was desperate for your mouth around his dick.

Or for you to drag your hips slowly on his erection while making eye contact with him. "Fuck." The word slipped out of his mouth but he knew you would enjoy it. Ushijima pulled off his shirt and dragged his nails down his stomach, traveling down his V line. He sucked in a sharp breath and shakily let it out as his fingers grazed over his bare skin.

Being vocal in the bedroom was something he had to work on. You quite enjoyed when he moaned, balls deep in your cunt that fit around him so perfectly.

He took his time to slide his boxers off, wishing it was you pulling them down. The underwear ended up in a messy pile with his discarded shirt. Ushijima was usually quite particular about how his clothes ended up. However, he was a little preoccupied wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. The other hand rubbing and massaging the flesh of his thighs.

Instead of fucking his fist first, like he normally would, he wanted to drag out the session a little longer than usual. His thumb applied pressure on the underside of his cock, stroking and drawing circles on his skin. He looked up at the ceiling and titled his head into the pillow a little more. The phone was angled so you could see his body from his head to his knees.

And you were going to go feral watching his eyelids flutter. Seeing him trying to keep his eyes open and glancing at the camera out of the corner of his eyes (to make sure it was actually recording), would cause butterflies in your stomach. A smirk tugged the corner of his mouth at the image of you biting your inner bottom lip, trying to touch your slick pussy the way he did.

One particular stroke of his fingers drew out your pretty name from his throat. "(Name)." A longing cry escaped his lips.

Oh yeah. You were going to like how he called out for you in his deep voice.

You would tease him much longer than he was right now. He couldn't take the tension any longer.

Starting right under the head, he curled his fist around his cock and began fucking his fist. He tried really hard to go slow, like how you would. But he really wanted to cum.

He could feel it throbbing in his hands. Ushijima tightened his fist and went faster, knowing he was close to cumming. Low moans and frustrated grunts filled the room, accompanied by the rustling sheets and wet noise of him jerking off. As he felt his orgasm getting closer and closer, he whispered your name over and over and over again.

Ushijima slapped his other hand over his mouth to muffle the loud moan when he came. Had he been at home, the volume would have been all the way up. White decorated his stomach that rose up and down with his heavy breathing. His entire body shook while he sporadically kept pumping his dick until his orgasm had completely faded.

When he came back to reality, he reached for the phone and stopped the recording.

One Video from Wakatoshi ❤️💍

One Message from Wakatoshi ❤️💍: I kept the sound on this time. I hope you like it.

#ushijima headcanons #hq ushijima #ushijima scenarios #ushijima imagine #ushijima x you #wakatoshi ushijima #ushiwaka #ushijima smut #ushijima x y/n #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x reader

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imrayasassitant · 10 months

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Frustrated wasn’t the word to describe how agitated raya was right now, they’ve been talking about this investigation for the past hour; She started to feel the ache in her temples as she sub-consciously rubbed them.

“Raya, Did you hear me?”

Raya hadn’t noticed someone had asked her a question til she turned to the person that drew her attention back to the matter at hand.

“W-what?” She stutters out clearing her throat. “I mean no.” Giving her co-worker a sheepish smile.

“I asked you how we should figure out why the androids are going against humans, when they’re suppose to be compatible with them.”

Raya thinks for a moment the ache her temples sub-siding; “We should look more into what’s corrupting them that’s the issue at hand.” She explains as she taps her finger on the table.

“I think I can agree with raya, The issue is that the androids are taking things into their own hands and it’s our job to not let that happen, Without things getting chaotic in the process we have to go about things in a more calmer

manner.” Namaari explains as she looks at Raya.

Raya had partnered with namaari during this investigation; She felt lighter knowing the woman agreed with her statement offering a small smile.

She noticed a faint blush across the other woman’s face; It gave her a fluttery feeling in her chest that she chose to ignore momentarily.

“Well, I think you two should look more into the investigation and gather more Intel on the androids.” The man says as he made his leave.

A frustrated huff from raya is what drew namaari’s attention back to her as she quirked an eyebrow.

“I don’t understand him sometimes we’ve been working on this for weeks, every-time we share information with him that we discussed privately he always sweeps it under the rug as

if it wasn’t important.” Raya chews her lip worriedly as she furrows her eyebrows.

Namaari thought for a few minutes distracted at how cute raya looked when she was thinking; “Well if it makes you feel better i’ve gathered more information about the androids.” Namaari reaches behind her for the documents and sets them between her and raya.

Raya looks at namaari for a second then quirks her eyebrow moving forward as she examines the documents slowly.

“How long have you had these?” She questions as she studies each document as her eyes scan across one in particular.

“I’ve had these documents for a while, But I only wanted to share them between us.” She explains as she watches raya a moment longer.

“These could help our case a lot, This one in particular has me intrigued how’d you manage to gather so much information already?” Raya explains as she points out one document in particular.

“Well, I did a lot of research The one you’re referring to though I believe this

particular case is the android that has caused most of the damage; But what I can’t seem to figure out is how all of this is happening or why it’s happening.” Namaari furrows her eyebrows as she explains further to raya pointing at the document in her hands every so often.

Raya noticed that namaari seemed rather stressed about the whole investigation; She notices the dark circles underneath the other’s woman’s eyes.

“We’ll have more time to figure this out, But right now maybe we should pack things up and head out?”

Namaari nods in agreement as she and raya begin to pack up their things; Cleaning up their office space in the process.

“Hey…”

Raya turns her attention to namaari while putting her things in her bag; She gives namaari a questioning look as she absentmindedly chews on her lip.

Was namaari being shy? Did raya have that affect on her; “Is there something you want to ask me?” She questions as she looks at namaari.

“Walk with me?”

“Sure.”

They make their way to the exit walking in a comfortable silence as namaari sits down on a bench patting the space between them for raya to sit down.

The silence drew out a moment longer feeling the shift between the mood changing; Raya takes a glance at namaari with her eyebrows drawn together absentmindedly rubbing her hands together.

Raya watches namaari a moment longer momentarily closing her eyes and exhaling.

“There’s… a lot on my mind.” Namaari takes a glance at raya to find her already staring back at her.

Raya gives her a gentle look for her to silently continue.

“I’ve done a lot of things, Most of it to please my mother I wanted nothing more than for her to be proud of me; And I feel like no matter what I do it’ll never be enough she fails to acknowledge the effort I put into things.”

Namaari feels overwhelmed by what she just shared with raya, her throat becoming thick as it’s suddently to hard to fight back a sob the tears behind her eyes sting; But she cannot cry she won’t cry.

“Namaari.”

She takes a glance at the other woman she was met with the most gentlest look; Namaari almost cried right then and there.

“You shouldn’t have to keep pleasing your mother, I’m sure she’s more than proud of the person you’ve become but in a way I can also relate.” Raya furrows her eyebrows finding the ground interesting as she stares blankly at it.

Taking in this new information namaari studies raya’s face for a moment; Raya turns her head looking at her.

Namaari gives her a comforting smile letting her know she’s listening.

Raya let’s out a sigh.

“My ba still treats me like I’m a child It’s like he still sees me as the child I once was and not who I am now, I mean I understand that he missed out on a lot through-out my life; But also I want him

to acknowledge that I’m not a little girl anymore.” Raya explains as she absentmindedly gnaws on a hang nail.

Namaari takes in this information pondering on what she should say; “Well I think that you’ve come a long way, You’ve made a lot of progress and I’m more than proud of you for your accomplishments and the person you’re becoming.” She explains as she looks at raya.

Suddenly Raya felt her heart racing in her chest and her cheeks felt warm; “Is that… Is that really how you feel about me?”

Namaari hadn’t mean to be so forward but had she just accidentally confess her feelings? “If I’m being honest Raya I’ve felt this way about you for a while.”

She knows her face is red right

now but what she doesn’t expect is for raya to grab her hand and lace their fingers together.

Her hand fit so perfectly in hers that namaari hardly registered that raya was staring back at her.

Namaari’s heart skips a beat raya is looking at her with the most gentlest expression on her face; She was at loss

for words.

“I’ve felt some way about you too.” She confesses as she rubs her thumb

over the other woman’s hand.

The wave of relief that leaves namaari is enough for raya to smile warmly at her.

“Well, I’d like to do this more often then.”

Raya doesn’t miss the soft smile that appears across the other woman’s face making her chest feel warm and fuzzy.

“I’d love that.”

So this is a Detroit become human crossover with RATLD.

I’d like to thank @theroosterpancakes for helping me come up with ideas for this mini series :)! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this piece!

#raya and the last dragon #raya x namaari #rayaari #detroit become human

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felixcloud6288 · 4 months

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Higurashi: Abducted by Demons Recap

I don't feel like I got all my thoughts out on this arc so I'm going to make a general post. I'll probably do this for every arc.

This is the first arc of the series. So it has to make sure a new reader understands the premise and what to expect through the series. The first half of this arc is very exposition heavy as a result. Once the audience knows what is going on, the story focuses on the mood.

Throughout the first half, we get glimpses of how something is not right about the village but the second half goes completely off the deep end. There will be moments that are more graphic and unnerving than what happens in this arc, but the first arc needed to be extreme so anyone curious will understand whether or not they're interested or can handle this series.

And as for the art style, I absolutely loved how Karin Suzuragi drew eyes throughout the arc. In particular, I loved the moments where a single uncanny panel would be included in an otherwise normal scene.

My absolute favorite panel in the arc is when Rena asks Keiichi if he ate the ohagi. Nothing before or after that panel is unusual. Then that one panel pops in and you can feel a shiver go down your spine only for everything to continue as if nothing happened.

And all it would take is a little bit of detail in her eyes to remove the uncanniness and unease this panel causes.

Since this is the first arc, the story also had to blitz through the process of establishing everyone's closeness. The arc is entirely focused of Keiichi and Rena's relation and how it completely collapses when Keiichi finds out about the series of murders in Hinamizawa. On a reread, Keiichi and Rena's friendship felt like it was focused on to the point the other characters are essentially background characters. Later arcs will flesh them out more, but we don't know much abut Mion, Satoko, or Rika outside their connections to the murder victims.

Similarly, Tomitake interacts with the main cast far more in this arc than he does in later ones. It makes his death hit harder.

Some notes about major characters from this arc:

Keiichi Maebara: He moved to Hinamizawa three weeks ago.

Rena Ryugu: Birth name "Reina".She had moved out of Hinamizawa when she was younger. At some point she assaulted three boys with a bat and smashed every window in her school. In her psych evaluations, she frequently talked about Oyashiro-sama as if she is possessed by it. She moved back to Hinamizawa a year ago.

Mion Sonozaki: Leader of the group's after-school club. She has several misdemeanors due to her actions during the village's protest against the dam project.

Satoko Hojo: Related to the second and fourth set of victims

Rika Furude: Related to the third set of victims

Curaudo Ooishi: A detective with the local prefecture who wants to figure out the cause of all the deaths. He suspects a group within the village is behind the deaths.

Jirou Tomitake: A photographer who visits Hinamizawa several times through the year. He died by scratching out his throat.

Miyo Takano: A nurse at the local clinic. She went missing after the Cotton Drifting Festival.

Satoshi Hojo: Satoko's older brother. He used to be part of the after-school club. He disappeared a year ago. Prior to his disappearance, he started carrying a bat and practiced his swinging. He also became distant from the club.

Now let's go over what we know or suspect about the murder mysteries:

Since 1979, someone has died each year during the Cotton Drifting Festival.

The first death was the director of the Dam Project. He was murdered and dismembered by several people. The person who took the right arm is still at large. However, the Director might still be alive.

The second death was Satoko's parents. They fell off a cliff. The wife's body was never found.

The third death was Rika's parents. Her father died of an illness and her mother drowned herself in the swamp. Her body was never found.

The fourth death was Satoko's aunt. She was beaten to death. Satoko's brother Satoshi also went missing around that time.

The fifth death was Jirou Tomitake. He clawed out his throat after apparently being attacked by several people. Miyo Takano has also gone missing. Tomitake's death is suspected of being drug induced.

Every death has a pattern of one discovered death and one missing person. People in the village refer to the disappearances as the person being "demoned away"

The villagers refer to the series of deaths as Oyashiro-sama's curse due to the connections to the dam project. However, each new victim is less and less connected to the project. Tomitake had no connection at all, and Ooishi suspects the murderers are just targeting outsiders at this point.

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#higurashi when they cry #higurashi no naku koro ni #higurashi no naku koro ni reread

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scriveyner · 1 year

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chase forever down 2/31

It took almost a full week for the bruise to fade on its own, which in normal circumstances would have allowed Atsushi all sorts of time to sort through everything that had happened. Of course, he had to turn up to work on Monday only to find out that Dazai had fucked off to parts unknown again, attempt to track him down, get shot at by a bounty (?) hunter (??) who apparently wanted Atsushi’s pelt (???) for some goddamn unknowable reason; and then Dazai had the straight nerve to show back up to work on Friday all perky like Atsushi hadn’t been put through the wringer this week by him, specifically.

Continue on AO3 or:

“I think, perhaps, it would be best if you laid low for a few days, Atsushi,” Kunikida said as he stood by his desk, glancing over Atsushi’s report. His other hand currently had all his weight on it, pinning Dazai’s head to the desk. “Although the bounty hunter is in custody now, and we’ve cleared everything with the government, these things have a way of escalating out of nowhere.”

“Lay low?” Atsushi repeated, because he never thought he could be considered to have a high profile in the first place, pictures of him in the paper notwithstanding.

“He means don’t tear up the streets causing a scene and fighting anyone in particular,” Dazai sang, face smooshed.

Well, laying low would give him time to do a little research in peace, although as far as he could tell there wasn’t any sort of handbook for the situation he was in. To be fair, he hadn’t checked the library to see if “So Your Mortal Enemy/Occasional Partner is a Secret Vampire” had a waiting list.

Anyway, he was fairly certain that vampires weren’t real in the first place, but that made the fact that Akutagawa-goddamn-Ryuunosuke sucked a hickey into his neck even more bizarre.

Atsushi was tempted to ask Dazai about vampires, but still remembered the absolute roasting he got about Godzilla, and kept his mouth shut.

Hey, he’d been in a giant flying whale and been witness to a member of the Port Mafia clocking an entire ability dragon full-on in the face with a skyscraper; a giant radioactive lizard popping up out of the ocean seemed like a fairly ordinary Thursday.

He’d also jerked off in front of Akutagawa-The-Possible-Vampire, and why the fuck did that just pop into his brain out of nowhere. Atsushi adjusted his courier bag, focused gamely on a cold shower, and started on his way home.

It was brilliantly sunny, the sky that perfect shade of blue with the occasional thin cloud on the horizon. It was the sort of afternoon that chased away all thoughts of despair and darkness, and it lifted his mood immensely. He decided to stop by the local shop and get some fresh vegetables, make a nice big meal, and maybe catch up on some of that sleep he’d been missing after the chaos of the past week. No more thoughts about the weirdness in his life, or the fact that thinking about Akutagawa’s eyes made him hornier than shit.

God dammit, he did it again.

Atsushi sighed, added alone time in the bathroom before Kyouka got home to the mental checklist, and headed to the grocer.

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Atsushi was deciding between two packages of meat when he saw a flash of red out of the corner of his eye that drew his attention. He glanced over to see a Rashomon head pluck a similar package out of the cooler beside him and withdraw back. Atsushi followed the Rashomon tendril to its origin, staring at Akutagawa dressed in his usual civilian clothes, dark shades and all, as he walked right past Atsushi without acknowledging him once, shopping basket in hand.

His stomach did a little flip and he snarled mentally at certain body parts to fucking behave as he left his basket on the floor and hurried after Akutagawa. “Hey!”

Akutagawa paused and glanced back over his shoulder at Atsushi, eyes shadowed completely by the glasses. “You,” Atsushi jabbed his finger at Akutagawa. “You’re a vampire!”

There was a long, long pause.

Atsushi became increasingly aware that they were in the middle of a crowded supermarket, and other customers were giving them both a significant side-eye as they passed. Akutagawa turned fully around, staring down Atsushi all the while.

“You’re an idiot,” Akutagawa said and turned to leave.

Honestly, Atsushi had expected this reveal to be a little more melodramatic than it was. It was the middle of the day, they were now outside the supermarket that was several blocks away from his place of work, and he had been the exact opposite of geared up for this confrontation.

He’d been buying dinner, for god’s sake.

Akutagawa stood in the shadow of the building, leaned back against the alley wall and arms folded as he watched Atsushi pace in front of him. He’d been remarkably accommodating in allowing Atsushi to drag him out of the building, he’d fully expected a fight, but Akutagawa simply loudly expressed his opinion of Atsushi’s mental prowess to anyone in shouting distance.

So, Akutagawa in daylight. This was already a point against the Vampire Theory, as it was still broad fucking daylight—lurking in the shadows of the building notwithstanding, as Akutagawa was a lurker by nature—and he had yet to even sizzle, never mind burst into flames.

Atsushi rubbed the spot on his neck where the mostly faded bruise still sat. “You’re a vampire,” he reiterated, with less dramatic flair, and once again Akutagawa made a noise of derision, staring at Atsushi over the rims of the dark, not-quite-sunglasses he usually wore in a small attempt to mask his identity.

A point for the “Definitely a Vampire” column, those mysterious dark glasses. He only wore them during the day, too, that Atsushi had seen…protection against the sunlight? But he was out in the sun. And he’d seen Akutagawa in daylight many, many times, all without the benefit of the dark glasses. Well. Point still sitting in the Vampire column, pending approval.

“Idiot,” Akutagawa sniffed. “Remind me why I’m entertaining your nonsense again today?”

“You are a vampire,” Atsushi insisted again, stopping in his tracks, arms folded. “You attacked me out of the blue! Don’t laugh. And you bit me.”

“Do you actually believe vampires are real, weretiger? You pulled me from my errands to make me listen to you ramble like a madman about fiction.”

“I’m not rambling!”

Akutagawa arched a brow, and Atsushi turned on his heel to pace again. “You bit me and sucked my blood!”

“Are you certain you didn’t just hit your head?”

“I have a bruise!”

Akutagawa appeared unimpressed, as Atsushi turned and yanked his collar down, displaying the now-faded, yellowish splotch on his neck. “I have no interest in your sexual conquests as such, weretiger. Are we through?”

“No, we are not through. Explain to me why your eyes turned red, and why you bit me, if you’re not a vampire.”

Akutagawa tilted his head. Looking over his glasses at Atsushi, Atsushi could see his eyes glimmering slightly in the shadows, that same reddish hue. Then Akutagawa said in that same tone that had haunted his dreams for the past week, “we are through here.”

Atsushi stared at him in response, and Akutagawa pushed his glasses back up his nose, straightening as if preparing to leave. “And where do you think you’re going?” Atsushi asked, angrily, and Akutagawa paused, a clear look of confusion crossing his features. “Did you not hear me? We aren’t done.”

The weird, vocal modulation in Akutagawa’s voice sent a frisson of electricity down Atsushi’s spine, pulling something tight in his gut again, but he suppressed the shiver. Akutagawa stared at him strangely, and said, “we’re done.”

“And that,” Atsushi waved his hand at Akutagawa. “That weird voice thing. That’s a vampire thing too, isn’t it? Some kind of,” he wobbled his hand slightly, “Jedi mind trick type thing? I can tell what you’re doing now, so it doesn’t work. And you are,” holy shit, Akutagawa really was, he wasn’t making this up in his head, “a vampire!”

Akutagawa was flat-out staring at him now, like he was a puzzle that Akutagawa couldn’t solve. “Why doesn’t it work on you?”

Atsushi took two large steps back, suddenly struck by the fact that Akutagawa was a goddamn real vampire and he didn’t know what he was supposed to do now, because they were out in daylight and vampires were supposed to catch on fire.

Well, at least this meant he didn’t have to worry about pulling his punches going forward.

Akutagawa seemed to realize what his reaction meant all at once. “I am not—” he began, a snarl in his voice, but Atsushi’s voice overrode his.

“I can’t believe you’re a goddamn shit-sucking vampire.” He’d made it to the other wall of the alley, his back flush to the brick, and was eying his exit route. “How long has this been going on? Does anyone else know? Have you killed anyone? Okay, that was a stupid question, but have you killed anyone as a vampire—?”

“SHUT UP,” Akutagawa roared, his voice crackling with energy.

Atsushi winced at the volume but was otherwise undeterred. “I will not—!”

Well, he still moved faster than Rashomon.

Atsushi bounced off the side of the building, kicking the Rashomon tendril away. Akutagawa seemed to move faster than his own ability again, catching Atsushi by the shoulder in mid-air and turning him, landing on top of him hard enough that the concrete beneath them cracked. Atsushi hurled him off, twisting, and Rashomon caught up, wrapping around his leg before he could properly defend and then they were both airborne, Atsushi winged around like a fish on a line and was unable to gain any real purchase.

He dangled by his ankle, five stories up, while Akutagawa stood crouched on the concrete lip that ringed the building just below the roof. “If I were a vampire, idiot weretiger, do you really think I would be wandering around in broad daylight?”

Oh, he better not be able to read minds, too. Atsushi bent double, trying to get at the single tendril of Rashomon around his ankle with his claws. “Maybe if you didn’t try to mess with my mind!”

The tendril shook him violently enough that he lost progress and hung for a second, head spinning. “You keep coming to the most ridiculous conclusions.”

“I wouldn’t have to come to ridiculous conclusions if you didn’t fucking lie to me!”

Akutagawa hauled him up enough so that they were eye to eye, although Atsushi was well out of swiping range for the moment. “When have I lied to you?”

Atsushi stared at him, then pointed with one tiger claw. “You. Are. A. VAMPIRE.”

He doubled up and got both his hands around the Rashomon tendril, shredding the ability in his claws. Before Atsushi could even begin to consider how he was going to handle the five-story drop, several more Rashomon tendrils shot out at him and Atsushi swung around, caught on a broad one with the pad of his foot, and used it to launch himself at Akutagawa.

Akutagawa stood up to face him, eyes a brilliant, glowing red behind his glasses. “STOP,” he roared, and Atsushi felt the word vibrate in his muscles and bone but didn’t even hesitate, spring-boarding off a Rashomon tendril and catching Akutagawa by the front of his dark coat, flipping them both up over and onto the roof properly.

Akutagawa landed on his feed, sliding on the rough pitch, and Atsushi landed in a crouch with bared teeth. “I’m going to bite you, see how much you like it!”

They stared at each other, chests heaving in near unison, the unearthly red glow finally starting to fade from Akutagawa’s eyes. “No, really, why the fuck doesn’t that work on you, anymore?”

“Your weird voice thing?” Atsushi swiped the back of his hand over his cheek, smearing the blood from where Rashomon just nicked him coming up over the edge of the roof. Akutagawa’s expression froze, eyes locked on Atsushi’s face, and Atsushi pointed at him, victorious. “Ha! Vampire!”

Akutagawa tilted his head back and stared at the sky for a second, while dragging his hand down his face, and then he finally gave up. “Fine,” he said, sounding thoroughly harassed.

Atsushi rose from his crouch, giving Akutagawa a wary look. “Fine?”

“You win, weretiger. I am a vampire. Are you happy?”

Atsushi blinked at him, not expecting capitulation in any form. “Uh.”

“No one was meant to know. Especially not you.” Akutagawa stalked forward, eyes glimmering like they were going to change colors but stayed that nebulous shade of gray. Atsushi took a step back and realized suddenly he had nowhere else to go when the back of his leg hit the edge of the roof and he stopped dead, eyes wide.

“What’s the matter?” Akutagawa asked, stopping just in front of him. “Now you’re scared of me?”

“I’m not scared of you,” Atsushi said because he wasn’t, but his body seemed to think otherwise. Akutagawa’s hand darted out, catching his chin, and turned Atsushi’s head.

“Since you’re in the know, now,” he breathed and licked the blood from Atsushi’s cheek.

Atsushi froze in place. Akutagawa’s tongue felt like lightning, warm and sharp, and he gulped air, limbs trembling. Just like that, he was hard. No, no no no no no, he thought desperately, as Akutagawa swiped his thumb over the area of the cut, but by now the flesh had already sealed over the wound.

“I hate how fucking good you taste,” Akutagawa rumbled, face still too close. “It’s not normal.”

There was something about his voice now that was resonating to Atsushi’s core. It didn’t sound any different than normal, and it certainly wasn’t that weird tone he had been trying on him earlier, but Atsushi’s breath went short and his head went fuzzy.

The corner of Akutagawa’s mouth turned up into a smirk. “Ah. There it is.”

Atsushi swallowed hard and shook his head free of Akutagawa’s hand, and Akutagawa drew back. He pushed the palm of his hand over his cheek but it came away dry, and he looked back at Akutagawa, who was now, once again, at a safe distance. “Is that it?”

The question seemed to perplex Akutagawa. “What?”

“So, you’re a vampire and you’re going to, what, lick my cheek? What the fuck did you do to me?” Atsushi shifted his stance angrily, resisting the urge to shove his hands down his pants this time. “Don’t start what you can’t fucking finish.” He tilted his jaw back and bared his throat challengingly, and Akutagawa’s eyes glimmered again.

“You don’t know what you’re offering,” he said, softly, and Atsushi spread his hands.

“How many people have you killed like this?”

The question seemed to amuse him. Rashomon rippled across his shoulders, a faint red glimmer in the sunlight, and Akutagawa tilted his head, looking at Atsushi again through his dark shades. “Fear not, weretiger. I have kept true to our accords. Yours is the only blood I intend to spill…if I feel often enough, I never have to take a life.”

Akutagawa on him, teeth bared under the moonlight flitted through Atsushi’s mind unbidden. “And what happens if you don’t feed often enough?”

The look on Akutagawa’s face told him enough, and he jerked his chin again. “Fine. Don’t feed on anyone else. Don’t harm anyone else. You have me, you want to spill my blood? You can have it.”

Akutagawa looked away, hand clenched over his mouth and breathing hard. “What’s the matter?” Atsushi challenged. “I thought you said my blood tasted good—?”

He wasn’t fast enough to see Akutagawa move, but there was suddenly a hand on his shoulder and the other on his face, tilting his head away as Akutagawa’s fangs sank into his neck, atop the previous, yellowed bruise. Atsushi gasped and staggered, but Akutagawa caught him as he collapsed, lowering him far gentler, sitting him back against the concrete lip that bordered the edge of the roof.

Akutagawa’s mouth was still on his skin, and he shifted, knee pressed between Atsushi’s spread legs. There was no way he couldn’t feel how hard Atsushi was, or the wet spot that was beginning to appear on the front of his pants and Atsushi panted, everything gone in a haze of pleasure. He was so warm, and light-headed, and when Akutagawa finally, finally lifted his mouth his breath felt like fire on Atsushi’s skin.

“You’ll be mine,” he breathed, tongue brushing over the torn flesh, Atsushi’s skin knitting whole, “and only mine?”

“Oh, fuck,” Atsushi whimpered, so hard he could think of nothing but touch. Akutagawa rumbled and pressed his knee into Atsushi’s crotch, watching him choke. Then he seemed to take pity on him, shifting enough that he was kneeling between Atsushi’s spread legs, fingers pulling at the waist of his trousers. Atsushi gazed at him blearily, and Akutagawa slipped his hand down the front of Atsushi’s pants.

Oh. Oh, Akutagawa’s hand was on his cock right now.

Atsushi’s head went back, eyes unfocused as Akutagawa palmed his trapped erection, fingers curling around his girth. He rubbed his thumb over its leaking head but made no effort to free him from his pants to bother with stroking him properly. “Just a little taste,” he murmured. “Don’t want to reward you too handsomely for being a stubborn little shit, weretiger.”

Panting aloud, Atsushi clung to his coat, held tilted back, and came anyway.

Akutagawa yanked his hand out of Atsushi’s messed pants and stared at him as Atsushi slumped back against the concrete, breathing hard. He ended up wiping his hand clean on Atsushi’s untucked shirt, and then plucked Atsushi’s phone out of his pocket while Atsushi lay, blissed out, in place.

“If I text you,” Akutagawa said, typing something into Atsushi’s phone, “you will show up.”

He was doing the weird voice thing again, it sank into Atsushi’s bones and simmered there. Atsushi moaned, and Akutagawa dropped his phone in his lap. Then he stood, dusted off his knees, and inclined his head in a small bow. “Thank you for the meal.”

That said, Akutagawa stepped up over the lip of the roof, next to Atsushi’s head, and vanished over the side. Atsushi exhaled a small laugh, pushed his hand back through his hair, and looked down at his mess, all over his clothing.

Fuck, what had he just gotten himself into?

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The Dreaded Evil Lantern

Title: The Dreaded Evil Lantern Pairing: Aziraphale x Crowley Genre: fluff, fantasy, angel x demon, romantic Word Count: 4 385 Summary: Aziraphale finds a strange lantern on a shelf in his bookstore. The lantern is a work of Hell that imprisons the person who touches it. There is only one way for Aziraphale to escape. Is he ready to face his personal hell?

It happened on a normal, boring Friday morning. It could have happened on Thursday afternoon, however, Aziraphale forgot to dust the bookshelves that day. The angel deviated from his routine because of a certain biscuit plate he received as a gift. This is the reason why that particular incident happened on Friday morning.

Humming softly, Aziraphale swept away the cloud of dust on the spines of the books. The angel enjoyed dusting the bookstore. He was happily lost in his thoughts as his hands moved nimbly through the old books. Aziraphale is a very talented angel, he pays attention to every detail of his work so he can avoid mistakes that would cause him serious remorse for months. However, on this day he was not careful enough.

The vinyl that was spinning on the player suddenly stopped. Alarmed, Aziraphale raised his head from among the dusty books, knocking some of them off the shelf with that momentum. The angel quickly moved to the record player and anxiously examined the worn vinyl. It happened exactly as he thought. The disc grooves are damaged. The angel sadly studied the worn record in the sunlight filtering in through the window when the door to the bookstore burst open and Crowley slammed in. The demon was in his usual annoyed mood. He tossed the glasses that hid his snake eyes onto a shelf then sank into Aziraphale's antique armchair and huffed wordlessly to himself. Sighing, the angel put down the unusable record and adjusted his vest and turned to Crowley.

- Hello, Crowley! I'm glad you stopped by, can I help you with something?

The angel knew that expression on Crowley's face. The demon nervously drew his eyebrows together, pursed his lips and nervously drummed his fingers on the arm of the armchair. Someone or something made him terribly angry so before he committed horrible crimes to relieve his tension he went to the angel instead.

- Maybe some soothing tea? - Aziraphale offered with a cheerful smile.

The angel no longer took Crowley's annoyed mood seriously. The demon's sudden anger came as easily as it left. With a little distraction he already forgot about his gloomy mood.

- I don't need your useless tea - Crowley growled but immediately felt ashamed.

There have been more transfers and changes in Hell. One of the high-profile demon-scribe dared to ask for an old account that Crowley was sure had been settled and forgotten hundreds of years ago. However, the scribe did not expand and upset Crowley's already volatile state of mind in such a way that he turned him into a centipede without thinking.

So Crowley didn't start his Friday well. In addition, on the way to Aziraphale's bookstore he also remembered the faint memory that he had seemingly thrown the said bill aside centuries ago. Maybe he never closed that case in the end? Did he unnecessarily turn that insignificant scribe into a centipede? Crowley had been raging like this since morning. It wasn't enough that he was upset now he might also be remorseful for the rude way he answered the angel. Crowley doesn't really like to care about other people's feelings. He doesn't care what other man, demon or angel thinks. He owes no one kindness or anything. The world is cruel and Crowley has no desire to change it. However, the demon lived with one very important exception. He was really interested in an angel so he didn't want to hurt him.

Aziraphale pursed his lips in disapproval but did not push the idea of the tea any further. He turned back to his books and looked for the duster.

- I think if you feel like grumbling you can do it alone. However, if you want to talk about what pissed you off so much go ahead, I'll listen!

Crowley heaves a long sigh then pours out a long stream of complaints which the angel listens to patiently as he begins to wipe the shelves from the beginning. When he reached the place of the knocked down books he was greeted by an interesting sight. He frowned at the shabby lantern-looking object. Not only does Aziraphale not remember how this item ended up on the shelf the lantern also radiated evil energy. Definitely a demonic item. Aziraphale didn't think but reached to the lantern's ear to get a closer look at the object but as soon as he touched it, he was inhaled by it.

All Crowley could see was Aziraphale standing at the end of the bookshelf one moment then disappearing the next. The demon almost jumped out of the armchair. He had already forgotten his monologue about the underworld bureaucracy. He strode through the store and then came to a lantern lurking completely innocently on the shelf. He recognized it immediately and slapped his hand on the forehead worriedly.

- Aziraphale, I say to Satan’s name, how can I get you out of there? - the demon hissed between his teeth.

Crowley considered two possibilities. One is that Aziraphale, gathering all his miracles, confronts the power of the lantern and breaks out of its captivity, alone. Crowley found the first option problematic because he himself did not know the lantern's true power and what it could do to demonstrate its power over the captured being. The second possibility is that the demon goes after Aziraphale. The second possibility is also really worrying. What guarantees that Crowley will end up in the same place as the angel? What if only one of them is strong enough to break the spell? What happens when they are stuck inside the lantern's prison for their eternal existence?

Crowley's annoyed mood returned but he was forced to act as soon as possible as he didn't like the angel being possessed by such a powerful spell. He stared accusingly at the lantern on the shelf with narrowed snake eyes. If he had kept a closer eye on the angel and not buried himself in his own annoyance he could have prevented the trouble. But it's too late. Now he will have to save Aziraphale. He came to a decision then firmly raised his hand to the lantern and after a few moments of hesitation touched it. He was immediately drawn to the shabby object. Crowley spun around in the vacuum that just pulled him into it. Sometimes he spun in pitch darkness, sometimes he spun in blinding light then in the blink of an eye he fell face down on the ground. The force of the fell made him dizzy but finally he shook his aching head and looked up. He felt as if he had shrunk as small as an ant and entered the inside of the lantern. It was dim and surrounded by cold clay walls. Would that be it? Is this all the dreaded lamprey has in store which reputation holds all of Hell in fear?

- Crowley! - came a certain voice from behind.

Aziraphale helped him off the ground and dusted a little off the shoulders of his dark jacket.

- What are you doing here? The lantern emits a clear evil force! Didn't you notice? What kind of sane demon voluntarily enters here? Don't say you don't know this object because it is clearly the work of Hell!

Crowley whirled around in a daze. He didn't think he could detect any ominous signs. However, the thought that what greeted him in the lantern was only the calm before the storm did not let him rest. He grabbed Aziraphale's arm and pulled him closer.

- Stay close, you have no idea what we're up against! - Crowley growled as he ran his eyes around the inner wall of the lantern.

- So you really know what happened! What's all this? - the angel asked as he dutifully ducked into Crowley's shadow.

As is well known, Aziraphale is indeed a high-ranking, powerful angel whose miracles are almost guaranteed to be fulfilled. However, it is also a known fact that the angel was happy to let Crowley protect him. Of course it wasn't because he thought the demon was expendable, no way! Aziraphale liked to think that it gave Crowley pleasure to protect his friend. Due to the nature of the demon he liked to be the master of event, and as a result he believed that he could protect Aziraphale as well. He didn't constantly come to his defense because he thought he was weak, no way! All he knew was that his instincts led him to the angel's side in any sinister event and he felt an inner urge to protect him to the end.

- Maybe you could provide some explanation? - Aziraphale insisted.

- This lantern is a very famous craft, a demonic object that serves as a prison. It was created to enslave the most ferocious demons. The interior of the lantern completely neutralizes all kinds of miracles. There is only one way to get out.

- Namely? - interrupted the angel with eyes shining with hope.

- I'm sorry to say that I don't know how.

- You don't know the way - muttered Aziraphale brokenly. - What do you mean?

- Just as I said.

Aziraphale was speechless in his amazement. What a folly he committed when he carelessly grabbed the demonic lantern and even Crowley fell victim to his carelessness. A look of horrible shame and worry crossed Aziraphale’s face that Crowley couldn't bear so he tried to gather more information from his memories about the lantern.

- This place is referred to as a personal hell. I suspect that if this is the case then each prisoner will have to free himself from the lantern curse.

- Crowley… - the angel hesitated. - You shouldn't have come after me. Personal hell doesn't sound too promising. In fact! It sounds hideous! You're a fool to come after me!

- Shh, angel! - hushed Crowley.

It doesn't matter what awaits him here. There was no way he wanted Aziraphale to suffer alone what the lantern had in store for him. Crowley was alert for any attack, not knowing the meaning behing the so called personal hell. However, he was suddenly gripped by a strong burning sensation around his shoulder blade where his wings joined his body. In pain, he fell to the ground and began to scratch the bottom of the lantern with his fingers in agony. He couldn't think of anything else but the feeling of living fire burning his wings and the heat spreading through his body and paralyzing his limbs. He began to gasp desperately but the air did not relieve his pain it only increased it. He could still feel Aziraphale trembling, kneeling beside him and turning him on his side. His gaze locked with Crowley's before the demon passed out. Aziraphale's throat tightened then suddenly a sob-like sound left his body which revealed everything about his hopelessness. He couldn't speak and maybe he didn't want to because he was afraid that all his strength would leave him. Then suddenly he felt it too. The burning sensation in his back, the searing pain in his wings. He crouched on the ground next to Crowley. He thought that if he was taken by death now at least Crowley wouldn't be able to see it.

~~~

Crowley woke up in Heaven. The sterile white walls and furniture revealed where he had been. Groaning, the demon sat up. He no longer felt pain but he immediately noticed that Aziraphale was not with him and that he could hear angels chatting around a distant table. Footsteps could be heard from the other end of the hall. A tall angel strode across the snow-white floor, oblivious to Crowley. When she reached the table of the angels she announced aloud that the traitor had been found.

- Bring him here! - Michael's unforgiving voice was heard.

The angels did not notice Crowley. The demon thought that by some miracle he was not perceived. It's like he's not even there. After a few moments an army of angels appeared dragging Aziraphale in front of the archangels. Crowley watched in astonishment as his best friend was brought in as a traitor. Michael measured Aziraphale cruelly then issued the punishment:

- His existence must be erased. A traitor deserves no mercy. The enormity of his sin, however, demands that, in addition to being obliterated he must suffer such in amount that it will accompany him into non-existence.

Crowley saw Aziraphale shake and turn pale then be led astray by the angels and bright handcuffs placed on his wrists.

- Michael, I haven't committed any sin - the angel pleads brokenly but the archangels ignore Aziraphale.

Crowley trembles with rage. How dare they treat his friend like this? Aziraphale doesn't deserve this. Angels surround the figure of Aziraphale. Two of the angels force him to his knees. At Michael’s command, Aziraphale's wings appeared and two other angels fought him and began to tear them off. The scene was cruel and bloody. Crowley couldn't contain his emotions. He jumped up from the floor and ran to the cruel angels who were torturing Aziraphale. Crowley shouted at the top of his voice. After being ignored he tried to throw himself at the angels but his body proved malleable as he fell through the tormentors. He then tried to perform a miracle to end the cruel scene. Nothing used. He heard nothing but Aziraphale's pained voice, saw nothing but the blood and tears of the angel. The demon felt his own blood boil with rage and pain. He was helpless and condemned to watch it all. He suddenly didn't know which one of them being hurt more. Is Aziraphale or Crowley the greater victim? He was unable to intervene. Crowley began to feel dizzy his eyes throbbed from the sight, his heart raced, the air was drained from his lungs and then all his senses turned off at Aziraphale's scream. His body fails him and he falls back into deep sleep.

When he regained consciousness he found himself on the carpet of Aziraphale's bookstore. The sound of an argument was heard from the back of the store. He recognized Azirapahale's voice and then his own. So they were fighting. A few moments later Aziraphale stormed into the foreground. His face was contorted with rage, his skin glowed red with anger and he was almost panting in the heat of the fight. Crowley arrived soon after. The demon saw himself from the outside. He seemed evil, unlovable, unforgiving.

- Get out of here! - the angel scolded him. - I can't even see you!

Crowley's heart sank in his chest. What did he do anyway? He didn't want Aziraphale to hate him. He couldn't bear it. Crouching on the carpet he gripped his jacket exactly where his heart beat.

- Cover up! And never come back! I will never forgive you!

Crowley could hear Aziraphale yelling to his fever dream self. His heart no longer dared to beat excitedly. The air around him froze. What will happen to him without Aziraphale? He can't live without him. And then behind the haze of gnawing despair he suddenly realized. That was what he feared the most. His greatest fear is losing his angel. Aziraphale, who is almost the condition of his existence with whom they have worked together for more than six thousand years, with whom he shared his joy and sorrow, who shared the same with him.

The realization settled on his shoulders with great force but the dream image dissipated and he woke up again between the clay walls of the lantern. His body lay exhausted on the cool ground. Barely an arm's length away lay Aziraphale. His face and whole body were pressed against the floor. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his face sometimes twitched into a painful grimace. He had a restless dream. Crowley crept closer to the angel. He pressed his forehead to Aziraphale's then concentrated hard and tried to enter the angel's dream.

Many angels and demons consider it dishonorable to dwell on other people's thoughts. The angels simply referred to it as an immoral act, however, in the demon world mind reading could easily serve as the basis for selective torture. Crowley didn't want to come across a thought that didn't belong to him and he just focused on getting into Aziraphale's current dream. He searched and avoided the angel's tangled thoughts for a long time before he found what he was looking for.

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Aziraphale woke up on wet concrete. The embarrassing rain fell on his forehead but did not soak him. The rain fell on him and it didn't. He realized that something like this could happen to his being both present and not in this world. But what is this world he has fallen into? Or is he just dreaming? The angel slowly got up from the wet concrete and looked around. He found himself in a small street. He saw a bakery on the right side of the road. And through the raindrop-soaked glass door he saw himself. That is a very similar version of himself. He was, but he wasn't. He wore a simple denim jacket with a gray T-shirt along with matching long denim pants and simple sneakers. In addition to his clothes he was shocked by the fact that he had a beard and curly hair. Involuntarily, he touched his shining golden angelic hair. How does this very human version of himself get here? And why does it look like he's waiting for someone?

Aziraphale heard the sound of a motor from the end of the street. He saw a dark figure slowly stop at the service opposite the bakery. Motor service. Interesting. He couldn't imagine how his version of himself could handle working in such a noisy and dirty environment. Then the dark stranger took off his helmet and Aziraphale's heart skipped a beat. He took a few steps back in shock then moved closer to the human version of Crowley again. The man wore leather pants with motorcycle boots accompanied by an embroidered leather jacket with Satan himself roaring on the back. Crowley had shoulder-length dark brown hair, stubble covering his face, and he also wore a black sunglasses. Aziraphalet was suddenly drenched in sweat. He had expected everything except that he would dream of Crowley like this. He watched the man-demon mesmerized he was curious about every detail from this version of Crowley but he startled himself. The man in the denim jacket ran out of the bakery and stopped next to Crowley's motorcycle. He looked at the leather clad Crowley with a confused smile and an awkward silence settled between them as he looked back at him but said nothing. Crowley was apparently reluctant to talk to him. Aziraphale's face flushed and he felt ashamed even for himself. Why not leave Crowley alone?

- Hello - said the curly haired Aziraphale awkwardly.

Crowley looked at him but also ignored him. The angel put his hand over his mouth in shock. Somehow he wasn't surprised by Crowley's harsh style. However, it seemed that they were not even friends with the demon in this world. The human Crowley slapped his helmet under his arm and began to walk into the service but Aziraphale grabbed his arm and stopped him.

- I made a mistake - he finally said.

Crowley didn't answer just looked at the downed curly head and the hand gripping his arm.

- You were right - Aziraphale in jeans swallowed. - I should have trusted you.

Crowley yanked his hand away and went around his bike to separate him from Aziraphale. He smiled bitterly and said only this:

- But you didn't trust me.

The angel saw the human self wince at Crowley's words. Whatever he did he deeply regretted it. He had made a big mistake and now he was afraid of losing Crowley.

- It's… I… Crowley…- the human Aziraphale hesitated just as the angel would. - Look at me! Don't you see?

Aziraphale did not understand what was happening and had no idea what exactly he was witnessing. His gaze darted between himself and Crowley but the latter looked at him with a completely expressionless face.

- Can't you see how scared I am? - pleaded the now drenched curly haired Aziraphale. - I never had anyone. I could only trust Maggie until now. I've known Maggie since college, you and Crowley... Three crazy long months. I'm afraid to let someone get so close to me in such a short time. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Crowley was silent for a long time then spoke softly:

- What are you afraid of anyway?

Aziraphale sighed in delight that Crowley was even continuing the conversation with him.

- I think I like your company Crowley.

- This is not an answer to the question.

Silence again and only the sound of the rain roared in the angel's ears. What was he afraid of? And the angel knew the answer.

The Aziraphale in denim ran his hands through his hair and smoothed the wet curls back. He pursed his lips and opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. The angel blew impatiently then shouted to himself even though he knew he couldn't hear:

- Pull yourself together and finally say it! Say it, you idiot!

He shuddered under his soaked clothes. Maybe it was just the cold raindrops or the angelic inspiration but he seemed to be pulling his coat tighter. He let out a breath then looked determinedly into Crowley's eyes.

- I'm afraid that I'll lose you after I let you in. I'm afraid of the pain of losing you. I'm afraid of what it means to be afraid of these things… - Aziraphale's lips trembled but his voice remained strong. - I think I'm most afraid of admitting to you that I love you and you don't love me back.

Aziraphale was astonished by his own courage. The spoken words hit him in the chest and he staggered back from the force of recognition and fell to the ground. He was shivering all over but he couldn't blame on the cold rain. His vision was hazy from the scene before his eyes and he blinked widely to hold back his tears.

- That's the answer – muttered the demon Crowley right next to him.

The angel turned in surprise in the direction of the voice. The demon crouched next to him and looked at their human version with snake eyes. He smiled faintly.

- You... This now... Did you watch this all the way through? - stammered Aziraphale but he didn't dare raise his eyes to Crowley, he just stared ahead.

- I also had to face what I fear the most. The power of the Hell Lantern lies in recognizing your greatest fear and turning it against you. The lantern is a prison that uses your mind to live in your own fear until you face it.

- Crowley... - the angel looks straight ahead but is driven by curiosity. - What is your greatest fear?

Crowley points to himself behind the motorcycle. The man has already taken off his glasses and a mixture of terror and hope can be read from his eyes.

- Look at that fool - he said with a bitter laugh. - He waits in silence and hopes and makes a fool of himself and is afraid that he is doing it all in vain. He is terrified of losing the drenched angel standing in front of him.

Aziraphale did not move. His body was paralyzed by what he heard but his thoughts were chaotic. And he couldn't take it anymore a stray tear rolled down his face.

- I don't know what to do - he confessed in a whisper.

- It's simple - the demon replied. - I'll tell you the steps. Gather your courage. Look at me. And say what you've said before.

The angel took a big swallow. Six thousand years of friendship is not so easy to throw away. However, the lantern saw clearly what his weak point was and he had to face it or he would be stuck here forever. The moment has come for him to speak the truth that his heart hides.

- I shouldn't have started dusting today - Aziraphale moans desperately but looked up at Crowley. - Crowley, you're my best friend.

The demon didn't interrupt him his penetrating yellow eyes searched the angel’s and waited patiently for him to say what he wanted to hear for so long.

- I would like you to never forget how grateful I am for your friendship, but I think...I think it’s not enough anymore. I'm still afraid to admit that I love you. Perhaps for centuries. I don't even know the time anymore. Forgive me if I say something that offends you, but…

Crowley's lips pressed against the angel's. And Aziraphale's heart almost left his body in excitement. The angel wasn't nervous no, he didn't have to keep the secret any longer and he didn't have to fear being found out anymore. He slowly surrendered her entire being to the kiss and closed his eyes to enjoy Crowley's closeness. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the bookstore in front of the shelf. Crowley stood beside him and sent the lantern back to Hell with a flick.

- Devilish invention - he grumbled but Aziraphale looked at his face with a softened expression and curled his arm around the demon’s.

- I think we could use a lunch - suggested the angel with raised eyebrows.

Crowley nodded but scratched his chin and asked the angel:

- Then can we take this as a date?

Aziraphale laughed.

- Imagine that an angel in love and supposedly a demon in love go to lunch together.

Crowley put on his glasses.

- That clearly seems like a date to me - agreed Crowley then added as they walked out the door: - The demon is not only supposedly but irrevocably in love.

Aziraphale's smile never left his face that day.

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