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shhh-secret-time · 29 days

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Part 2 is 21 pages. Part 1 was 16 pages. Combine that together and that's a 37 page request I pumped out in a day.

oops.

Warning: NSFW, Strong-Language, Dirty Talk, Slight Praise Kink, a bit of jealous behavior, mention of character death, bug violence(?), bit of PTSD

Pairing: Gunslinger!Kyle x Fem!Reader

When you finally woke up, the first thing that came to your mind was just how dry your mouth felt. You swallow roughly and it burns the back of your throat in a different way the alcohol of last night did. It felt like you were trying to swallow steel wool, forcing what little saliva pooled in your mouth down your throat.

The second thing was the fact the horse had gone back to a slow trot. No longer could you hear hooves on cobblestone. The wind was no longer whipping around your head and through your hair. The smell of the city long gone, now replaced with a deep earthy scent.

The third was the feeling of Kyle's arms still wrapped around you, one pulls away from your side for a moment. You feel him move around, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He presses his fingers into his heavy eyelids before returning them to the reigns.

Finally, all three things fall into place as you piece it all together. Kyle feels the way your body bolts up away from his chest and brings his horse to a stop. He pulls her off to the crummy dirt road and off to the side.

"Oh! I apologize! I didn't mean to fall asleep like that! I can't believe I just passed out!" Panic sets into your voice and guilt eats at you when you realize he probably rode all through the night.

"It's fine ma'am. I figured you could use the rest. Please don't take any offense or nothin' but you look like you ain't seen much shut eye." Kyle smiles at you holding his hand up to try and settle you.

"I-.... you’d be right. Still, that's no excuse. You're still a stranger, the fact that I just fell asleep like that..."

"A stranger you shot a man for. A stranger you saved from gettin' strangled to death. I never did get to thank you for that." He pauses for a moment as he gets down from the horse. Kyle takes the reigns with him, choosing to walk along aside the horse now. "I've only had a few people in my time willin' to do somethin' like that for me and I at least know their names."

It hits you like a brick. In less than twenty-four hours you got into your first ever bar fight, shot a shotgun, slugged a man with said shotgun, all but bribed the sheriff, ran off with a man who didn't even know your name, and then fell asleep on said man who didn't even know your name. You catch yourself staring down at the handsome gunslinger, breaking yourself out of the daze trance like stare. It was hard not to admire him; looks aside he's been nothing but a delight to you. It would have been all too easy for him to just dump you off somewhere, leaving you and your problems behind.

Instead, here he was. Walking alongside you and his horse, without even so much as asking you about your business. Why you wanted to go out West, or why you needed to hire him in the first place. You hadn't even told him how much you were paying him for all of this.

"Ma'am?" Oh, right, your name.

"I'm being all types of rude, aren't I? I'm sorry..."

"Ain't nothin' to apologize for. I figured you got a reason for keepin' secrets. If you don't wanna tell me, I ain't gonna make ya." He shrugs.

It takes you a minute to gather your thoughts, but when you do you finally gain the courage to ask him. "Why are you being so accepting about all of this? Shouldn't you be surprised or at the very least upset?"

"The way I see it, you saved my skin back there twice. Once with Knucklehead and the other with the Sheriff." He says sheriff with a sneer, "I owe you. Besides the way you begged the sheriff to let us go, I could tell you were in some kind of trouble. Wouldn't be right of me to turn my back on someone who needed help."

"So, what, you're just doing this out of obligation and the kindness of your heart?"

That makes him laugh again, but he quickly shakes his head. "Guess you could put it like that. Walk the righteous path and clear all debts sort of ordeal. But I don't think it goes that deep. Like I told the bartender last night, I'm just a simple fella tryin' to make a livin'."

You sit on his horse in awe, if this was an act he was putting on it was a damn fine one. You run your fingers through the horse’s mane, brushing out the sand and dirt on the poor creature who must be so tired. She huffs a little, but she doesn't move her head, so you continue.

After a few moments of walking and silence, you tell him your name. Your full name.

Every time you speak, he gives you his full attention, looking up at you with that gentle smile. You expect his eyes to widen like everyone else's when you drop your last name, your family was famous after all. Instead, he nods along and practices the sound of your name on his tongue.

He says it again and hearing it whispered in that voice of his sounds divine. Once he likes the way it feels and sits, he turns back to the road and keeps walking.

"Pretty name...like the way it sounds. I hate the fact that I ain't gonna get to use it much." His lips purse, talking like he's just mumbling to himself.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it wouldn't be real wise to be usin' your name if you're tryin' to go into hidin'. Even if we are on the road alone, I don't wanna take any chances. If I get in the habit of usin' your name, I ain't gonna wanna stop." He brings the rim of his hat down over his eyes trying to hide the blush on his face. Even though he says it with such confidence it's hard to look you in the eye.

He's not alone, his words have a greater effect on you than he knows. You pull the cloak still wrapped around your body closer to your form, burying your face in the material. Maybe you could just rub your flushed face away or at the very least it would buy you time to slow your heartbeat down.

Kyle was right about one thing. Your last name has brought you nothing but trouble your whole life. So, for now you'd get rid of it, toss it to the side like the various newspapers you saw littering the city streets. Let it drift away and be carried by the Eastern winds. It was time to leave the city girl you were raised to be behind; you were going out West now.

"The only thing I can't seem to wrap my head around." Kyle breaks the silence between you two again. "Is how someone like you learned to shoot like that."

"How do you mean? It doesn't take much to point a gun at someone and pull the trigger, can't really miss with a shotgun when you're that close."

"That's what I'm askin'. It don't take much to pull a trigger, but you knew how to hold it. Held her like you knew her."

"How'd a lawyers boy go from that to being a bounty hunter?" You ask, bringing up the little fact that Sheriff Cartman spat at him last night.

His lips press together in a thin line and for a moment you feel like you might have crossed a line. Said something you shouldn't have, but when his shoulders slump forward you can feel something different. It's not anger in his eyes, maybe regret? Hurt that rests behind those tired green eyes.

"I don't know why I'm tellin' you this. But we're gonna be together for a while, might as well make conversation I suppose." Again, he talks like he's not really talking to you. His inner thoughts spilling from his mouth like brandy in a bottle. "It was bandits."

Your blood runs cold, that could mean anything but, in this context, you had a feeling it wasn't a good one. Your fingers brush down the coat of the horse as he talks, finding comfort in the animal. You can feel the warm and gentle breathing coming from her. If you squint, you could almost swear they had lined up their breathes. She would take in an inhale, and he would let out a puff of air.

"Pa was a lawyer, Ma was a stay-at-home mama. He made enough for all of us and another. I have a baby brother they adopted when I was younger." He goes to tell his story with a little pause in between.

"You said have. He still around?" That question hurts to ask, but curiosity was gnawing at you. You wanted to know more about this gunslinger, that included the bad too.

"Yeah. I think it was when I was fifteen? Pa was puttin' me through school, was studyin' to be like him. I was gonna put away bad people just like him." He takes his hat off with his free hand, he stares down at the inside of the hat. You catch a glimpse of stiches and patchy line work. Past the scuff marks and tears on the old thing it looks like someone tried to patch it back together again. Enough to where it would hold up. But past that there was a little black and white picture tucked in the makeshift pocket of one of the patches.

A skinny man, honestly looked like a strong gust of wind could blow him away, standing next to the most gorgeous looking woman you've ever seen. Her hair was put up in a tight bun, curves on every ounce of her that made her look like something out of those fancy paintings. The dress she wore clung to her body and on her lap was a little boy. Black hair that didn't match the shade of grey on either of the adults behind him. He had a big toothy grin on his face as he held an outstretched hand for the other boy beside him.

It was Kyle. Much younger than he is now, hopeful looking face with his hair cut short and kept clean. The curls sat neatly on the top of his head, and he dressed like some of the men your father did business with. Fine button up grey shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks. A grey tie came down from his collar that disappeared behind a black vest. Still had that soft smile on his face as he looked at the camera.

He quickly puts the hat back on feeling your eyes peering down behind him. Again, you felt like you got a peek into something you shouldn't have seen. If he was bothered you couldn't tell, he just kept talking.

"Pa was always real good at that, puttin' bad people away. Could do it the civilized way, take him down and give 'em a trial. Rely on the system to put 'em behind bars and supposably reform 'em." He scoffs at that statement, "lotta good all that did. Pa put away the wrong man. Some no name bandit leader thinkin' he could take the short way through life and rob some rich folk."

Kyle stops, completely. Stops the horse, stops talking and just stares down at the ground below. You watch a little red scorpion scurry after its dinner. Stinger pulled back and at the ready.

"Men like that got one thing goin' for 'em. They travel in numbers. Numbers that don't like when you mess with their own. Pa wasn't even the man that brought that bandit leader in, but he was the reason why he'd never walk under the sun again. They were gonna keep that no named man locked away in the deepest parts of their holdin' cells. His men didn't like that idea much."

The scorpion chases the target down until they come to a ledge. Something that would be so easy for you to just step over, something that would barely be an obstacle in your way. But for the tiny bug that was fleeing for its life, it was the end of the road. It wasn't dexterous enough to try and make it over the little ledge, the path to freedom taunting it as it falls on its back.

"Don't really know what they were thinkin' or how they came to the conclusion. But they decided in the dead of night they'd...burn down the town? Came in on horseback makin' all types of racket. I remember Ma pushing my brother in my hands an' tellin' me to run out to where we kept the stagecoach. Somethin'-" He chokes and clears his throat to collect himself. "Somethin' about the horses already hitched and ready. To just jump on and wait for her and Pa."

The scorpion closes in on the bug. His stinger blocking the view of the sun, casting the shadow of death over the poor thing.

"I protested, wanted to stay and help her pack bags. Carry somethin' other than my cryin' brother." His hands clutch the sarape around his body, right where his heart would be. "She told me not to argue with her and to get my ass outside. Never heard her curse before..."

The bug kicks its little legs, trying to roll off its back. It squirms, fights, and rocks trying to do anything. Anything but die.

"I did what she told me. Go where she told me. You don't question your mama when she tells you to do somethin' ya know?" He licks his lips, and you wonder if they're as dry as yours are right now. "I put my brother and I in the carriage and I wait for 'em. Then...the house just...erupts. One of those sons of bitches threw somethin' against the side of the house and it catches a blaze."

Kyle closes his eyes, a bead of sweat drips down his face. Like he can still feel the roaring flames against his face. The poor man is standing there reliving it all.

The scorpion finally brings its stinger down. Strikes the pathetic creature in the stomach one good time. The venom does its job, you're sure if the little thing could scream out it would. Instead, it just goes slack, goes limp and dies.

"I... I didn't know what to do. I had just learned to drive the damn thing, so I grabbed the reigns and snapped it. If it wasn't for my brother, I probably would've run into that blazing hell. Probably be a dead man too."

"Probably." Your voice finally pipes up. Kyle looks up at you and you're not giving him the look of pity others have when he tells this tale. Your face is softened sure but there's nothing in those eyes that tell him you're looking down at him.

"That's the last time I saw 'em. Last time I said good night...I only wished I woulda got to say I love you."

The scorpion closes in on its meal. Now that it's not trying to run it figures it can eat in peace. Pinchers at the ready to pick the corpse up.

"I didn't. Spent a lotta time wishin', and a lotta time gettin' good with a gun. Pa taught me there were other ways to take a man down, not everythin' had to be solved with violence. We could do it humane like instead of usin' a gun. Just a shame I turned out to be a damn good shot."

Kyle starts walking again, and as he does, he walks over the scorpion. Crushing the creature under his heel without a second thought. You watch as when he moves his heel the thing lays there with the sand already started to claim it's body. You wonder if it got to at least get a bite of what it worked so hard for.

"So that's how you started bounty hunting?"

"Yep. Started with the assholes that took my parents from me and my brother. Guess they're the only people I never brought in alive."

"Really?!" That was a part of the man you didn't learn from rumors.

"I'm flattered you seem to think I had the ability to bring in fifteen men all by my lonesome, but no. I gave 'em the same treatment they gave my parents." Most men would be proud of that, say it with their chests out. Kyle doesn't, he keeps his eyes on the road and his head down.

"You burned them?"

"Set their whole lil' hideout on fire. Got a bottle of whiskey, drank some of it for courage and then tucked a cloth in the rest of it. Lit the sucker on fire and tossed it."

You try not to imagine the sounds that fifteen men on fire would make, or the fact that not even one of them got away. Kyle was a lucky man that there weren't a few to make it out of that fire that night. Who knows what would have happened if he was caught or worse, they lived to enact revenge like Kyle had.

"Took my brother to an old friend’s ranch and we stayed there for a while. You ever hear of the Marsh family?"

"Sure. They're famous ranchers, good at breakin' in horses and growin' crops."

"Their son is my best friend. I call that man my brother. Call him that until I take my final breath." A smile finally comes back to his face, talking about someone that means so much to him seems to put him at ease.

"Why'd ya leave?" You ask, letting a smile come across your face at the sight of his.

"Didn't feel right just sittin' around. Plus, if word got out that I was stayin' in one place I figured it'd just bring trouble. My brother didn't do nothin' so I asked if I could leave him there. Been out on the road ever since, I send him letters from time to time but it ain't easy gettin' 'em out to me so I just assume he's alright."

"You should visit your brother...I'm sure he misses you." You tell him. It almost breaks your heart the way his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"With the reputation I built up, I'd only be bringin' danger to his doorstep. I couldn't do that to him or Stan." That must be his friend he mentioned, you note. "I take what I earn from bounty hunting and send it their way. Just because I chose to throw away the life our Pa had set out for me, doesn't mean he's gotta. Every nickel and dime I get goes to keepin' me goin' and buildin' a better life for him."

Your heart swells, swells with admiration and pain. It hurts to see a man who so clearly loves his family have to keep himself away from what little he has left of it. Who has to distance himself from the two people he'd call brother. Neither really blood related to him but they might as well be. You can't help but admire him, how he tries to carry all that responsibility on his back. You thought the tired look in his eye was just from staying up all night and riding into the morning.

"Kyle, that's incredibly brave of you. Putting yourself out there for your brother, if it means anything...I don't think you're throwing your life away." You find that courage you somehow mustered up last night and put your hand over his, the one that still has the reigns. He looks up at you, watching as the sun sits behind your head like a halo. You bend down a bit and get closer to him, whispering as if someone was listening in. "I think what you're doing is the most noble thing I've ever heard. You're the kind of man they talk about in story books...if I didn't believe in you before I do now. Thank you."

"For....for what?" He asks and swallows, his adams apple bobs. For the first time in a long time, he can't seem to find his voice, it drops to a low whisper.

But could anyone blame him? The way you look at him so gently, every little blink of your eyelashes has him sinking deeper and deeper into the color of your eyes. That golden sun behind you makes you look like an angel, and maybe you are one. As far as Kyle is concerned only an angel could look at him like that. Find a way to admire him and sing his praise after being told he set fifteen men to hell in a blaze of hate.

"For being you. I used to not think there were good men out there, but you're changing that." You say it like it's the simplest thing on earth. Like he should have just known the answer to that.

But when you say it, it's like being punched in the chest. You have your hands so tightly wrapped around his heart he's sure if you say anything else he's going to keel over. He lets himself have this moment, lets a breath escape his chest and holds onto each little word you said.

"Ma'am, you ain't got a clue as to what you're sayin'. You don't know me well enough to be passin' judgement like that."

"Hm. Good thing I'm a real good judge of character. A man as bad as you claim to be would've robbed me blind especially if he knew for a fact, I was carrying enough money on me to buy your friends ranch."

His eyes widen at that, he stares at you as if you just told him the sky was red and the rapture was coming. Kyle's respone catches in his throat, unable to say anything at that. You can't help but laugh at that, the sweet sound coming from your lips makes his knees weak.

You toss him the stained white bag of cash, the once pure white cloth now soiled by the desert sands. Dirt clings to it but that doesn't stop him from catching it and opening it up. True to your word, there was so much cash in here Kyle could probably beat a man to death with it.

"You walked into that damn saloon with this?!" Kyle yelled quickly, closing the bag.

"I risked a lot on trying to find you." You say with a little shrug. "Sold everything I owned, took what I could carry and set out to hire you."

"You're either crazy or desperate. Please, for the love of God don't take offense to this."

You laugh again and shake your head; you couldn't argue with him. He was right. Maybe you were both, but it was either this or get unlucky one day and go missing. You'd take your chances with the handsome man next to you. At least he wasn't a stranger much anymore.

"I just got tired of the life I was living. Heard there was good opportunity out West. Figured I could settle in Texas or...Colorado?"

"Colorado?! Ma'am if this is some elaborate plot to give me a heart attack just to take me out, you're doin' a damn fine job." He clutches the bag into his chest and takes a deep breath. Quickly he stuffs the bag into the saddle bag on his horse. She stirs a little and shakes her head letting him know that her patience is running thin.

"So, you're suggesting Texas?"

"It's better than fuckin' God damn Colorado!" The way Kyle's cursing picks up when he's stressed is kind of adorable.

Laughter echoes down the road all the way out of the state. You finally find yourself off the East coast for the first time in your life. The company you keep makes it all the better! Eventually you stop at the nearest town and purchase your own horse. You have to slow down a little because Kyle has to all but teach you how to mount her and how to keep her from freaking out. He's calm and patient with you the entire time, only laughing at you a few times when you forget to buckle the saddle completely and almost slide right off. He teaches you how to take care of her and you end up spending most nights swapping stories by campfires.

You're somewhere deep in the state of Missouri, where exactly you're not sure that's Kyle's job. The night sky hangs above your heads with the stars staring down at you. Each little twinkle makes you think they're winking down at you. Kyle's told you that a few of the stars have names and stories behind them, you let him ramble on about it for hours before informing him that you already knew all that. The look on his face alone was enough to make you laugh.

You must have laughed again because Kyle's looking up from the worn-out map up at you now. He has a lazy smirk, the corners of his lips hidden behind the scruff on his face that's starting to grow in. His hair just now starting to go back to when you first met him, he's shaved it off a few times since your journey much to your dismay. You complained for days when he first did it only to be met with an eye roll.

That was something you always noted, that whenever you would complement Kyle's appearance, he'd brush you off or find a way to deflect. Telling you that you were the pretty one or that you were just seeing things because you weren't drinking enough water. The heat was getting to you, and you needed to take some time by the shade.

But he really was a handsome man, the rugged look didn't really line up with his personality but damn if it didn't do something to you. Being next to the man for so long, having made the first real connection with another person for the first time in your life. Well, it was getting harder and harder not to see him in a different light.

Especially since every moment leading up to this point, Kyle would do everything in his power to protect you. Putting himself in harm’s way time and time again just to make sure you'd be safe. Bandits thinking the both of you were easy picking, Kyle's reputation didn't reach every corner of the country. And the few times it did, it only encouraged people like Knucklehead to try and take a shot at bringing him down. There were a few times people recognized you. Someone had put out missing wanted posters with your face plastered all over them.

Of course, when danger came rearing its ugly head, Kyle would be there by your side. At first it was a lot of him taking shots for you, you patching him up. Using those studies your parents provided, removing bullets, and cleaning the wound left behind wasn't exactly what you had studied but eventually you got the hang of it. Each time you'd scold him to be more careful, he'd argue that catching bullets with his body wasn't something he liked doing. And each time just as you'd finish bandaging him back up, he'd give you a look that had your heart fluttering. His eyelids would lower down, and his lips would part in just a way that made them look so kissable. But every time you'd think you got the courage to just do it, he'd pull away and wish you a good night. Disappearing in his tent as if he wasn't just staring at you thinking the same thing.

Little did you know he was thinking the same thing. Countless nights he'd stay awake at night, tossing and turning in his bedroll trying to get the image of you so close out of his head. It had been a long time since Kyle felt this close with anyone, much less got to share the road with another person. Those little moments where you'd brush your fingers over his exposed skin or when you'd wake up nice and early to make sure he got something in his stomach before riding off. It made it harder and harder to want to not make you, his woman. To not take you up in his arms and take you into his tent for the night.

But that's not why you hired him. Once he got you to Colorado, he'd drop you off, probably stick around long enough to make sure you were settled, and then be on his way. Leaving you in that state all by yourself and he'd return to wherever the road took him. That thought filled him with an indescribable loneliness, one he tried to keep out of his head. He tried to focus on how good he felt just being near you, savoring the moments he got with you now.

Like how pretty you looked when you sat next to the fire, back against a log that he dragged over to make it a little more comfortable. A book resting in your lap and a page between your fingers, some novel you both picked up and swapped back and forth. How every time you looked over at him thinking you could steal a few glances without him noticing, only to be caught in the act. Ever since he met you back at the bar you would avert your eyes from him and try to find something else to look at or pretend that you were looking past him. He found it so cute.

"Somethin' funny darlin'?" You don't know when he started calling you that, can't recall but every single time it makes your heart leap.

"Just thinking about that time, you were telling me about the stars. How I'm gonna miss this..." You say with a little shrug and smile, reaching down next to you to grab the bottle of wine.

"You'll still be able to see 'em in Colorado. In fact, I hear they're mighty pretty over the desert." He says watching you take a drink from the bottle.

"It's not the same." You wipe your mouth with the sleeve of your blouse, the red liquid staining the shirt. "It's not the same if you don't have someone to share it with."

It's Kyle's turn to blush a little, he gives you a little hum and a nod like he understands. There's a moment where he thinks his heart stops, but it thumps against his chest, and he finds it in him to speak up. "You always know just what to say to make a man flustered huh?"

"Since when have I talked to other men like this?" You ask scooting a little closer to him, that night wind pushing you a little closer to his warmth.

"I don't quite recall..." He mumbles meeting you halfway.

Kyle helps close the gap between the both of you until your thighs are touching. The material of his jeans brush against your legs, exposed because of the skirt clips holding your skirt to where they just cover your thighs.

"Think it would work on another man?" Your voice drops to a whisper.

His brows furrow at that and his face twists into a scowl. You watch the way his eyes narrow and darken a little. He huffs and you can smell the scent of coffee on his breath. Kyle doesn't say anything, instead he goes for the wine bottle in your hand. The man takes a swig of it, trying to hide the jealous feeling that's starting to creep up on him.

"Reckon it would... if you had the backbone to be talkin' to other men."

"What's that supposed to mean?" It's your turn to furrow your brows at him, they knit together.

"Just sayin' you ain't exactly a smooth talker with everyone you come across. I seem to remember a certain run in with that snake oil salesman that was tryin' to get you to agree to go on a lil' date with him." He taps the bottle against his lips a few times before taking another drink.

You take the bottle from him, crawling over his lap to reach the darn thing. You press your palm into his thigh and suddenly he's very aware of just how close you are to him. Kyle isn't sure if you're doing on purpose but either way it makes his dick twitch against the fabric of his pants.

He doesn't give you time to protest as he moves the bottle out of reach, holding it back just as you brush your fingertips against the cool glass. "No, I think I remember you fumblin' over your words and I had to come over and tell the fella you weren't interested."

Damn him. Damn that handsome red head for calling you out and looking so cocky while doing it. His smirk returns as he cocks his head down at you, the way his lips glisten against the campfire almost has you distracted. Almost.

But you wanted your wine, so you take another lunge for it. Pressing your body into him to try and climb over and snatch it back. His hand comes down to your waist, keeping you in place.

"Ah! No ma'am, I think someone's had enough. All that talk about flirtin' with other men ain't much like you. Think this is messin' with your head." He tuts and shifts you in his lap. He's hoping you don't feel the effect you're having on him.

"You know what I think Broflovski? I think you're jealous!" You challenge crossing your arms under your chest.

"That so? That what you think darlin'?"

"Why else would you be acting like this? You're acting like a damn child! Now give me my bottle, I'm a grown woman I can drink as much as I wanna!"

He laughs at that. Laughs right at your protests and the way you're pouting in his lap. It makes your face burn up, it makes you wanna hit him, makes you wanna kiss him until he shuts up.

"You're real cute when you get fussy you know that?" Kyle lets the compliment slip out of his mouth before he has time to think about it.

He knows better. He knows he shouldn't be flirting with you, shouldn't get attached. But that ship has long since sailed, he's been infatuated with you since the day you told him he was a good man. But fuck if it isn't getting harder and harder, especially with you sitting so pretty on his lap.

"Kyle Broflovski! If you don't start acting right!" You know the blush on your face doesn't help, the scolding falls on deaf ears.

"I ain't the one crawlin' into a man's lap for a bottle of cheap wine." He sets the bottle down beside him off into the dark where it no longer matters. That hand finds home on your waist, rolling his thumbs over the material of your skirt.

You suck in a breath and sit up on your knees, pushing them to rest on either side of him. "You're not just another man...that what you want me to tell you?"

"Can't say I wouldn't like it." Kyle's voice dips low, gravely and makes a shiver zip down your spine.

"If you don't want me flirting with other men..., why are you waiting so long to kiss me?"

"Oh darlin'," He growls and squeezes the back of your thighs, rough hands sliding up your skirt. "I want nothin' more but...you and I both know I can't."

"No, I don't think I do. Enlighten me." You're not letting him get away this time, there would be no running off to his tent to avoid this. You had him wrapped around your little finger, even if your heart felt like it was about to explode.

" 'Cause if I start kissin' you. I'm gonna keep doin' it..." He gets closer, sitting up to his full height just to graze his lips over yours. "Keep kissin' ya 'til I ain't go breath in my lungs left. Then I'll wanna take you in my arms jus' like this." He gives you a little squeeze pressing his chest further against yours. "I wouldn't be able to stop myself from makin' those sweet lil' noises come out of your mouth. Wouldn't wanna stop either."

Your breath hitches and you let out a soft little moan. You card your fingers through his hair, his hat was put away somewhere in his tent, so it left those gorgeous red curls unguarded. He groans and inadvertently bucks his hips up into you, the rough feeling of his jeans grinding up against your underwear.

"Fuck and if you ain't makin' it difficult. Talkin' like that makes me think you planned to get me all worked up. You ain't stupid, just about the smartest woman I've ever met in my life." He continues grinding his hips into you, rolling you over his growing erection. Kyle groans and doesn't even bother trying to stop the sounds coming out of his mouth.

"K-Kyle just kiss me already!" You whimper in his lap.

And he snaps, whatever wall he built up to resist you comes tumbling down. Just the way you say his name has him tossing all logic out the window. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls your face down towards him, crashing your lips onto his. His teeth almost knock into yours from how desperately he needs this, how much he needs you. It's like being able to stretch your legs after riding for days, or a cool drink of water after being under that blazing sun for too long.

That crackling fire that keeps your little camp sight illuminated doesn't give off nearly the amount of heat Kyle's kiss does. His chapped lips move against yours, somehow despite being on the road for so long they're still so soft. It takes a second for your brain to register that he's finally kissing you, after so long he's finally doing it. Before he can pull back, you press back into the kiss. Hands coming down from his hair to cup his jaw like it'll anchor you from floating away.

He kisses you again and again, each kiss turning more passionate. He goes from a desperate kiss to kissing you like a starved man. His tongue slips out and swipes against your bottom lip, when you don't open your mouth, he growls and pulls you down, so you're now firmly sat in his lap. The action makes you gasp, and he slips his tongue into your mouth, more than excited to explore the inside of your mouth until he finds your tongue. You poke back nervously and chase after the pink muscle. Finally, your tongues twine together, wrapped up in some kind of dance.

He kisses you until your lungs burn, desperate for air. In this silent little battle to see who would break first, it's you. You pull away from him and take in a large gasp. The lack of air and how heated the kiss was makes your head spin. Just as you collect yourself, he's on his feet lifting you up with him. You cling to him and wrap your arms around his neck, even though you know he won't drop you the shock of being moved so quickly like that caught you off guard.

"W-where are we going?"

" 'm takin' you to bed." He walks you over to the tent he's got pitched up, moving to your tent. Kyle bends down and gently lays you down on the bedroll. He sucks in a breath when he sees the way your hair's all laid out and how you've got your thighs pressed together. Lips wet and slightly puffy from the way he kissed you. "Now if you ain't the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Take your blouse off for me."

Kyle looks down at you with darkened eyes, heavy eyes filled with lust. He watches every single little movement you make. They watch as you slip the buttons of your blouse through the little slots holding them together. Watch as you slip the shirt down your arms painfully slow, far too slow for his liking. But ever the gentleman he simply hooks his thumbs in his belt and watches, rewarding you with a low hum.

"That's my girl." His praise all but makes you purr; you like the way he calls you his. "Jus' a lil' more for me. Take that skirt off." His hand slips up your skirt and taps the side of your thigh.

You do it, work the skirt clips off along with the skirt itself until you're left in nothing but your underwear. He tosses them to the side letting them land in your pile of bags. He tugs off his sarape and works his belt, the clinking of his buckle rings out. The only other sound besides your heavy breathing is the bubbling brook next to your camp sight. Occasionally, you can hear the horses stir, but right now all you can focus on is the way Kyle strips down to nothing.

Kyle lays his gun down carefully on top of his clothes before joining you under the furs used to keep you warm. His cock nudges against your thigh, twitching against how soft it feels. You let out a shaky sigh and peer down at it, the angry red tip brushes against your skin.

"I-is that going to fit?" You ask him suddenly a bit worried, but it melts away when he takes your jaw and kisses you again.

"Darlin' we can stop at any moment. But if you'll have me, I'll make you feel real good." His hand snakes down between you two and his fingers go to spread you open.

You let out a little moan and whisper a soft, 'yes' and it's all he needs to continue. His middle finger rolls your bud gently at first until you start to squirm and push against his hand for more. He applies enough pressure to the circular motion that has you seeing stars. He continues rubbing circles on your clit and your hips buck up against his hold. It felt so good.

You moan out in pleasure when he slides two fingers into your hole with ease, your arousal making it so easy for him. He pumps his fingers in you once or twice, pushing into that spot that has your back arching off the bedroll. Kyle keeps his fingers buried in you for a moment, spreading them out and curling them in a come-hither motion. His lips find their way down on your neck, leaving faint love bites. Sucking on the exposed skin with enough force to pull a loud moan out of you.

"Kyle..." A low breathless whimper escapes your lips as he comes off your neck with a pop. "Please, please."

"Sound so pretty when you moan my name like that. Shoulda done this sooner." He works his fingers in you again, thrusting them up into you over and over again. "Fuck you're so fuckin' wet."

You're moaning so loudly you're sure if you weren't alone on the side of the road you would have woken a whole neighborhood. When you try to muffle those moans, he stops moving his fingers leaving you just teetering on the edge. The knot in your stomach starts to tighten, he can feel the way your pussy flutters around his fingers.

"That's it sweetheart, let go for me. Look at me when you cum." He holds your jaw with his free hand making you look up at him.

Your eyes widen and as you finally clench around his fingers giving you that orgasm you desperately begged for. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you until you're whining, and tears are beginning to spill from your eyes.

"Shh, I know, but I gotta make sure you're nice and prepped for me darlin' don't wanna hurt ya too bad." Kyle whispers in your ear until he pulls his fingers out of you finally. You whine at the loss of contact, suddenly feeling so empty. You watch him bring his fingers up to his lips and swirl his tongue around the digit. "Think you're ready for me baby?"

"Kyle, please. I want this, I want you!" You whimper.

"That's a good girl. Roll over on your stomach for me." He leans back up and gestures for you to do as he says.

So, you do, you roll over on your stomach and just as you do, he tucks a pillow under your stomach. His hands glide up and down your legs until they find purchase on your hips. They tighten and squeeze around your waist pulling you back against his cock. Kyle glides you back against his member, grinding your wet pussy up and down his shaft. He lets out a soft moan and lets his head lull to the side.

"Oh," He says quietly as the tip of his cock nudges against your folds, "thaaaaaat's it." Kyle slips every inch of his cock into you slowly, dragging your velvet walls back against him. He pushes and sinks deeper into you until he bottoms out.

"O-Oh god." You bury your face in the bedroll. "Fuck feels so good."

"You have no fuckin' idea..." He grips your hips and begins slowly thrusting in and out of you, "how many times I've thought about fuckin' you senseless. How bad I just wanted to make you fuckin' mine!" His voice comes out in a breathless moan over your desperate cries.

" 'm yours!" You're a mess at this point and he hasn't done much but finger you and start a lazy pace. Each time he drags his cock out he pulls all the way out leaving you empty again. Only to push it right back in at that antagonizing slow pace, like he's trying to get you to remember every little vein on his cock. "Please just go harder, I can take I-I promise!"

"Yeah? Want me to really fuck you baby? I was gonna take my time with ya, show you just how badly I wanted ya." Kyle bucks into you with a sharp thrust making you bounce forward, "but listen to yourself, beggin' for my cock. Beggin' me to go faster. Do it again."

You bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut; the first time was easy you weren't really thinking about it. Now that he's making demands of you it makes you feel flustered. That embarrassing feeling of having him looking down at your wrecked form washes over you. When his fingers card through your hair and grip the base of your roots, you let out a shocked gasp.

"Darlin' I believe I asked you to do somethin'. I ain't exactly a patient man right now. Not from the way you're squeezin' me soooo tight." He nudges your insides with a lazy little thrust. All it does is make you moan and claw at the bedroll.

"Please Kyle! Please, please, please" You're reduced to nothing but moans and whines. Begging him to do something, anything!

He seems satisfied with that from the way he pulls you back against his chest. Pulling your head out from the bedroll and letting your moans ring out into the night. With a quick slap against your ass, he begins to pick up the pace. The length of his cock claiming you and pounding into you. Your heart rate spikes as he pushes into you deeper than his fingers could reach. He hits that spot in your pussy that his fingers hit earlier, the one that has you seeing stars and drooling. Kyle lets out a moan when your cunt tightens around him again, one that lets you know just how good you make him feel.

"So fuckin' tight. You take me so fuckin' good baby, like you were made for me. Made to take this cock. Fuck gotta feel you cum around my cock this time. That's it, that's it." Kyle grunts and takes his hand out of your hair. Snaking it around your form he grinds his fingers against your clit again.

Your eyes roll up to the back of your head from everything. The way his cock bullies your insides, how his fingers assault the already sensitive bundle of nerves, and the way he spouts filth in your ear. The praise makes you feel so good, puts you in a head space you've never been in before. The only thing you can think about is what he tells you to. Right now, he wants you to cum around his cock, so you do. You don't even register it until it happens. Until his hips begin to lose that rhythm and he stops pulling out as much.

But when your walls clamp down around him like they had done his fingers, milking him for everything he's worth, he lets out a low moan. He calls your name, not a pet name or the fake name that you've been accustomed to. Your name.

"That's it baby. Fuck I love you, fuck I love you." There isn't so much as a second thought as he just repeats how much he loves you. After one final hard thrust he's spilling into you, filling you with his hot cum. He empties until it's dripping down your thighs, creating a white ring around the base of his cock.

Both of your bodies were wet with sweat from being pressed together. What little strength he has keeps him from collapsing on top of you. His chest pressed against your back, your hearts beating in unison. Eventually Kyle sits back up and slips his cock out of you, carefully lowering you down onto your bedroll again.

You look up at him with an exhausted smile, absent mindedly pushing stray curls out of his face. He looks down at you and smiles in return, he takes your hand and kisses the inside of your palm. That afterglow of sex that clings to you and the way you look disheveled has to be his new favorite sight. You guide him down towards your chest and let him rest his head against your heartbeat. He closes his eyes and holds you close.

"I love you too." You say after a while, not sure if he's asleep or not from the way he hasn't stirred.

"Be mighty awkward if ya didn't." Kyle murmurs in between your chest, placing a gentle kiss onto your collarbone.

"Took you long enough to confess." You joke.

"Yeah...don't know what I was thinkin'. Guess I just didn't wanna put them feelin's out there if you weren't inclined to stick around. You got dreams of settlin' down somewhere quiet..."

"Nothing says you can't be there with me when I do."

"I don't know if I could ever go back to a quiet life like that...I don't think I deserve somethin' like that."

"Oh hush." You cup his face and bring it up to yours. "Don't ever wanna hear you talk like that again Broflovski. You're a good man, I told you that before. I don't love bad men."

"You ain't ever been wrong before."

"Wasn't wrong when I went out to find you all of them months ago. I ain't about to start."

"Ain't?"

"Huh?"

"You said ain't. Never heard you talk like that before, usually you talk all proper like. I think you're pickin' up my accent."

"Go back to laying your head down!" You huff and shove his face back down into your chest which only makes him chuckle.

"If I get to wake up to somethin' like this every day.... I reckon I can see myself settlin' down. Maybe we can get a little farm, start our own little ranch."

"I like that...we can send a letter to your brother, and he can join us."

Kyle smiles warmly at that. You remembered his brother, that conversation on the road that started all this. He closes his eyes and begins to picture it all. You and him tucked away in some area in Colorado with his brother who he hasn't seen in years. Maybe down the road you could change your last name to his. His hand finds yours and he rubs his thumb over your ring finger. Imagining a little metal ring, one that matches his.

The road’s starting to look a lot less lonely.

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dracoxmalereader · 5 months

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Draco x Male Reader Headcanons Pt. 1

Context: The way quidditch is laid out in the movies is confusing, so I just formatted it like how sports are played at my highschool where there's a new game every couple months. Do I understand why it's like that at my highschool? No because I don't go to any sports games. Senior year going strong and I've only been to one football game ever, so bear with me TT just pretend it makes sense if it doesn't.

Summary: Hufflepuff reader that's a fan of the Slytherin Quidditch team, meeting Draco and onwards <3 This little chunk is the strangers to friends to boyfriends part

Part 2 | Part 3

Word Count: 645

You're a Hufflepuff

Back in the day your [family member] was a Slytherin seeker, so you've been a Slytherin quidditch fan since the dawn of time.

You absolutely had a Slytherin themed bedroom as a kid;

Cried when the sorting hat put you in Hufflepuff because you wanted to be a Slytherin so bad.

Alas, you were just so aggressively Hufflepuff there was nothing that could be done.

You and Draco met when he joined the quidditch team.

You were at the game and watched him eat dirt.

The next day, you caught him in the hallway and asked if he was alright after eating said dirt, and wished him good luck at his next match.

He initially thought you were making fun of him, and he got snappy with you,

So you left him alone after that, but not without a: "I'll root for you next time!" which he thought was a joke,

Until the next match when you showed up with a banner the size of a human being with "Go Draco!" sloppily finger-painted on it in bright green.

He wasn't so opposed to your hallway chatter after that, even if you routinely watched him not catch the golden snitch.

He liked to tease you a little for being a "softie Hufflepuff"

And he was initially embarrassed to be seen hanging around a, as he put it, softie Hufflepuff,

But it was obvious he liked your company.

He was protective over you when it came to other people teasing you.

Once he got over not wanting to be seen with a Hufflepuff, it was full steam ahead with the "Only I'm allowed to make fun of Y/N!" vibes whenever someone said shit about you around him

He makes you tag along with him, Crabbe, and Goyle.

Crabbe and Goyle definitely say something rude to you and about you at some point,

Probably made you cry at least once by accident.

Draco is too much of a wuss to beat someone up, but he definitely had them shivering in their timbers for that, regardless of whether or not he actually laid a finger on them.

Draco realized he had a crush on you when you started showing up for quidditch practices on top of the matches.

He only joined quidditch to shove it in Harry's face, but he would get genuinely giddy to go to practice because it meant getting to see you.

Clinginess x100 once he has his realization, even if he doesn't mean to get clingier.

"Following me around like a lost puppy again, L/N?" He says, physically dragging you along by your sleeve.

He wants to bring you EVERYWHERE.

If you're a pureblood, he has you come visit the manor at least once over the holidays and summers so he can show you off to his parents and show off the manor to you

If you're not, he's making excuses to get out of the manor to go see you without his parents knowing.

Regardless, he's definitely told his mom about you. Even if he leaves out the whole 'you being a Hufflepuff' and the 'you being a guy' parts.

He's way too afraid to tell you how he feels, so he just tries keeps you around him as much as possible so you won't find anyone else.

You end up confessing to him in fourth year after he takes Pansy Parkinson to the Yule Ball.

Which he only did because he was too much of a WIMP to take you. or to take a guy

You get upset and avoid him for days after it, until he corners you to ask why you keep ignoring him and you finally admit that you're jealous.

He confesses his own feelings and declares the two of you boyfriends.

"How does it feel to be the boyfriend of the Draco Malfoy, hm?"

I hope this isn't too long haha this is my main 'reader' character here unless specified otherwise, he's practically an OC atp

When I was making the cover image for this I spelled 'Headcanons' as 'Headcannons' and had to go back and fix it, so I only have one more free download for today on pixlr oTL

I'll link parts two and three at the top when I upload them, so it'll probably be part 2 sometime later today and then part 3 tomorrow. I got carried away and headcanon'd Draco and Y/N's entire life together whoops. Is it obvious I'm obsessed? I had 20 bucks to my name and I spent it on a custom Draco blanket. How I adore Slytherin's resident barbie princess. <3

#draco malfoy x male reader #draco x male reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy #harry potter fandom #draco x y/n #tagging is hard #part 1/3 #lmk if there's any typos #or goofs #or anything exclusionary #I'll fix it

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sweet-villain · 1 year

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Waiting On You~ E.M

Author's Note : This is for my valentines @pleasantlycrazyworld <3

Summary: You knew Valentines Day wasn't one of Eddie's favorite holidays, but you wanted to surprise him when Chrissy came around to hand out candy, roses and anything else she thought of in her basket. What happens when Eddie gets a surprise?

He scrunched up his nose hearing you talk about Valentines Day that was coming around tomorrow. He wasn't very fond of all the loving couples, the candy, the whole day made his stomach turn inside out.

" I never really had one but I'm surprising someone tomorrow" this news brought his attention as he sat up straighter in his seat.

" You? Y/N have interest in someone" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows but you couldn't really see because of his bangs. You rolled your eyes tossing a chicken nugget his way. He rose his eyebrow as it bounced off his chest and rolled onto the floor.

" Ha, Ha, really funny, Eds" he waved his arms with his dimples out. " I'm aware I'm the funniest guy you know" the rest of the table groaned at the two of you. It was clear to see to them that the two of you were made for each other, it was just that the both of you were blind over the fact that you had feelings for each other.

" What's with the moaning and groaning, little sheeps?" he turns to glance at Dustin as he poked his food with a fork on his tray. " Something say, Henderson?" Dustin looked over at you watching as your eyes pleaded to not tell him what he wanted to say. He was very aware of your feelings towards his Dungeon Master but he promised not to say anything.

" Nothing, just lame you don't have a Valentines or a date"

Eddie rolled his eyes, " To make it clear. I don't like the lovey dovey so called holiday. Just another day, I rather eat dirt that watch mushy couples kiss and giggle like they never been laid before."

Your heart sank hearing his answer but Eddie only wanted one Valentines every year since you've met him. You. He was too scared to admit his feelings for you and instead he bite his tongue.

" You're just jealous that we all have dates and you don't" Gareth says.

" Whatever man" Eddie rolled his eyes as he took a peek at you to see you playing around with your own food. " You know it's not nice to play with your food like that, princess. You know chewing is a thing, right?" he asked.

" Yeah" you mumbled. He frowned hearing your answer. Usually your pushing at his shoulder or chuckling underneath your breathe. But this time, he didn't like what he heard.

Instead he watched you walk away carrying your tray in your hands.

‎♡‧₊˚

It was a week ago that you walked up to Chrissy Cunningham and stood swaying back and forth on your heels as you waited for her to notice you. Jason sneered at the sight of you to only have Chrissy backhand him in the chest.

" Don't worry about, Jason. What can I do for you?" she asked, sweetly. Chrissy has never treated you unkindly, she was one of those that usually perked up at the mention of your name or smile at you when you passed her in the halls.

" I was wondering if I could have you deliver the candy and a little note to the person I've had my eye on for awhile"

Jason snorted.

" Surprise, surprise the freak like someone" he mumbled with amusement in his voice. " Jason, go over there for a few minutes" Chrissy shooed him to the side while she stepped closer to you, shooting a glare at her boyfriend.

Jason rolled his eyes as he walked away.

" Who is it? Is it someone I know?' she asked, with a giggle. Your cheeks hinted with the color red as you slowly nodded your head. She squealed clapping her hands.

" Who is it? Look at you blushing, you're so cute!" you shook your head and told her about who you were into. Her eyes got wide, " Oh that make sense now. You know he likes you too?"

" No he doesn't, stop joking Cunningham" she frowns titling her head to the side. " I'm not, he likes you. I can tell. He got a look on his face" she motions towards her face with her hand.

" Right, thank you for this. Just don't tell him it's from me"

" Your secret it safe with me" she reassures you with her hand on your shoulder giving it a squeeze.

‎♡‧₊˚

You were too busy doodling in your notebook to hear Chrissy had walked into the classroom carrying a basket full of Valentines Day things inside. You felt goosebumps run down down your arms as she there calling people's name who got something from Valentines.

" Eddie Munson" at the sound of his name, Eddie's head snapped up not expecting anything today. To his surprise, a note and a small bag of candy laid on top of his desk where Chrissy dropped it. You can see in the corner of your eye how shocked he is.

Eddie's eyebrows knit together as he looked around the room thinking this was some sort of joke that was being pulled on him.

" Are you sure?" he asked Chrissy, she turned her head to glance down at him with a small nod as she carried on. You bite the inside of your cheek hoping he didn't figure it out fast.

His head turned towards you as he leaned over.

" Do you think someone is playing a joke on me?" he asked, pushing the candy side to side with the cap of his pen.

" N-No" you shook your head, " This person must really like you if they did this on a day you despise."

He hums in agreement as he leans away from you and picks up the note. He rereads over the small poem that's there and a hint of red crawls on his cheeks. Someone must really like him, but who?

Inside you were screaming at his reaction, it was the most adorable sight in the world. He took pieces of his hair putting them into his mouth as he sank in his seat with his cheeks still painted the color red.

The bell rang, you hurried to grab your things making your way out of the door in hopes that Eddie didn't ask you anymore questions.

‎♡‧₊˚

Eddie frowns at the lack of your presence at the lunch table, crossing his arms over his chest as he tapped his foot underneath the table.

" Do you guys know where Y/N is?" he motions to your empty spot at the table. Mike sighs as he drops his fork into the food he has on his tray.

" Are you really like blind or where you always this blind?" Dustin nudges him in the ribs. " Ow" Mike rubs the spot that Dustin elbowed.

" What are you on about, Wheeler?" Eddie asks uncrossing his arms.

" You never see anything, Eddie. You never do" Jeff says. Eddie more confused as ever as he turns to Jeff.

" Are you going to explain or am I'm going to sit here and have to figure out what you sheeps are on about?"

Dustin sighs, closing his eyes.

" Henderson?" he asked, waiting.

" Your valentines, that candy in your lunch box is from Y/N. She likes you. Is that clear enough for you?' Dustin says, shaking his head. " God, your such a butthead'

Eddie's mouth falls open as he looks inside his lunch box and takes out the note. How could he not see it earlier? This was your handwriting. How could he miss it?

" Oh my god" Eddie says as he waves the note in his hand. " Oh my god" he says as he stands up catching some attention from the other students.

" Now he gets it" Gareth says.

Eddie scrambled up from his seat, " Thank you buttheads."

He had to find you.

‎♡‧₊˚

You had skipped the rest of the day, walking home and not wanting to embarrass yourself more in front of Eddie. By now, probably someone has told them what an idiot you were to confess to Eddie like this through a holiday he didn't like.

" You home, sweetheart?" your mom asked as she peeked from the kitchen.

" Yeah, I'm not feeling well' your mother frowns as she makes her way over to get a good look at you. The color from your face is drained and there is a deep frown on your face.

" Oh hunny, you don't look so good. Go lay down" she says, " I'll make you something to eat" you nod as you head to your room, closing the door as you shrugged off your backpack onto the floor. You didn't really care where it landed as you collapsed on bed, face first.

" I'm an idiot" you mutter to yourself feeling the tears sting your eyes. " He's not going to feel the same way, who was I kidding?" you mumbled turning over to lay on your back staring up at the ceiling.

‎♡‧₊˚

It felt like hours before someone rang the doorbell. There was talking downstairs as your mother let in the person. You had your eyes closed when you heard a knock on your door.

" I'm not hungry mom" you shout, removing your face from the pillow. The door creaked open to reveal not your mom, but he stood there with the letter you wrote to him in his hand as he shyly waved at you.

" I thought I find you here" he jokes, lightening up the mood. But it doesn't work as he watches you sit up on your bed and scoot up with a pillow of your stomach as you lean against the wall.

" Here I am" you mutter without enthusiasm.

The bed sinks letting you know he sat down. His ring clad hand reaches out to bring your face up that you were looking at him.

" I've gotten this letter" he waves it in your line of vision. You know it's yours seeing the notebook paper ripped out of one of your notebooks. Your mouth was in a thin line as you stared at him.

His brown doe eyes searched your face for an answer, he was saw fear for a moment and sadness.

" Why are you sad, sweets?" he asks, his thumb running over your chin in comfort.

" It doesn't matter" he tilts his head, sighing to himself.

" It does matter to me" your heart raced seeing the small smile appear on his face. He was so pretty.

" It was stupid idea-" he cuts you off with a finger to your lips.

" It's never a stupid idea to tell me how you feel even if it's through a letter and some candy, which were pretty good"

You didn't know weather to cry or what to do as he brushed your hair behind your ear.

" We don't need to talk about this right now, but you should know the feeling is mutual. I'll wait for you when you're ready. I know how you are with your emotions."

The edges of your lips turned up, feeling his hand cup your cheek before feeling his lips on them. The boy you have feeling for and your best friend had kissed you on the cheek. He was so understanding.

" Thank you" you tell him.

" You're welcome sweets, you know where to find me" you nod watching him walk out the door.

‎♡‧₊˚

It didn't take long for him to wait for you as the very next day you stood in the middle of the hall way.

" Eddie!" you shouted his name. He stopped having his conversation with Gareth as he heard you. He moved to stand on the other side of the hall with a smile on his face.

He waited for you to make your move.

When he noticed you walking past the rushing students, he met you half way in the hallway where eyes fell on both of you.

" I'm ready, I was always ready" you say. His heart flutters at your words as the dimple smile spreads across his face.

He opens his arms for you to walk into and when you do, he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his nose into your hair, breathing in your shampoo.

" I love you" he hears you mumble into his chest. He pulls away as he levels with you, taking your hand in his.

" I love you too" he says, bringing your hands up to his lips as he kisses them. He watches as your eyes lit up with happiness and light and from then on he was the reason your face lit up with happiness.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson y/n #Eddie x you #Eddie x reader #Eddie x y/n #jewls writes #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson one shot #Eddie Munson imagine

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langdhon · 5 months

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These times are hard for many of us for a variety of reasons. And while I'm not at all a christmasy person, I think it can't hurt to spread a little gingerbread sweetness in shape of appreciation. They seem to be just words typed on a pixel background, but I mean them. As a thank you, let me get all mushy and give shoutouts to you people:

Under the cut because it got really fucking long.

||| First of all, my closest/longest roleplay partners:

@ravenskeeper: Andy, the light of my experience. The FUCL to my ATTACL, one of the most creative people on here and longest writing partner. I can't imagine my guy without Alice in his life anymore. We've created such a profound dynamic out of literally nothing but a random starter 1 1/2 years ago. And despite some jealous assbutt trying to kick you, you stayed, kept slaying and I hope you know how fucking strong that makes you! I also love for us how we rapid-fire our shit back and forth most of the time because we infect each other with the inspiration from our muses harmonizing so damn well. Sure, I adore everything you do, also on your multi and Dream, but your OG brainchild Alice always has a special place in my heart.

@eyeless-smiles: Why don't I know what to call you after such a long time of our sickos murdering and diddling their way through existence together? Wanna preserve a mysterious vibe, huh? Jk. Such laid back and easy-going writers like you seem to be a rarity nowadays, and you're super kind whenever we have our little chats. While I enjoyed every second of seeing your writing evolve, your muse grow, I appreciate most how you can fit Corinth into so many situations and still have him be him. It's easy to tell you have fun. That is contagious tbh. Interacting with you is always a joy and I hope we'll keep that going for the next 100 years!

@viiolencia: Lune, you funky moonthey! We've already written on my old muse loooong ago and I immediately fell in love with Sira. I'm so happy we have our hellish little shits interact too, and what a blast that just is I have no words!! Besties with benefits, a dynamic I'll always cherish. They're chaos, sitting in the same boat while also not. It's so special. Your writing as such? Chef's kiss. You're one of those partners whose replies to me I read multiple times because your prose flows so beautifully while never straying from depicting the ugly details. You paint literal pictures in my head with your words and I'm so living for it. I'd eat your writing if I could.

@hiveruled: Kai is a dick. But you, Bo the bro, ain't; you're super chill and I love seeing you drag Kai through the dirt, as I occasionally drag Michael too. You understand that there's a difference between exploring the mind of a bad guy and the person you really are; it's almost like psychologists being fascinated with the most unhinged minds, to comprehend how they work. Writing our two idiots provoke each other is so so much fun. You're also, I'll never forget, the first AHS roleplayer who welcomed me and Michael. I appreciate you always.

@malka-lisitsa: I remember when we became mutuals. We immediately were on the same wavelength when it came to how we both are most interested in diving into our characters' psyche. That this is what it's about for us. And I see you dig into Katherine's heart and soul every day, you never fail at filling in the gaps canon left to render her the one-dimensional villain. You showed me, us, that she's not the cutout bad bitch. What should be obvious, you made us see in detail. Michael and Katherine together? Priceless! Anyway, you're such a force on my dash that when someone says November, I don't think of the month first but of you.

@colorsdevoid: Yes, Genesis, you have many muses Zach would be proud of you portraying because you do it amazingly. Still, Thomas is the one I got to know best by now and with who Michael interacted most, so I'm sort of biased. Sue me, ha! I instantly loved him because he's somebody you can easily have compassion for, all the while not excusing the path he took. And I'm so thrilled to see him bloom when brought back among the living, in a world that'll treat him better than the one he was born into. A world still needing improvement, but better nonetheless. I look forward to seeing where all this takes him!

@multi-royalty: Maddie, the gal who juggles a bunch of super different characters every single day, and all of them are amazing on their own. I don't know how you do it, especially since you've got a fair amount of high-maintenance divas in the mix, so I imagine sometimes your head must go BOOM. I've only ever seen you as the sweet presence on my dash, which is always a bright spark in my daily experience here. I know you struggle, but I also see you fight this bitch trying to paint your thoughts all black. I'm proud of you and I hope you are proud of yourself for creating such a lot every day, too

@asteritm: We haven't written in a while, but you were one of my very first writing partners on this blog, this muse. They immediately kicked off with an equally chaotic vibe and it's been such a blast all along! Whenever they didn't try to 1-up each other in sass-battles, they could get super soft with one another; this duality is super interesting to play out. Also because Lilly is one among very few able to overpower my brat. It's something I dig so hard because it forces him to tone his shit down sometimes. The way you write is so alive too. Fresh, never monotonous, it really conveys Lilly's entire chaotic energy!

@zealctry: A, your Malcolm went through more than a handful headaches with my guy here, while with Hidan? I suppose our dudes either give each other the same headache or none, because they are both murderous chaotic fucks who don't beat around the bush. Writing with you was always a pure pleasure and still is! You put up with Mikey's bs even when I sat here hoping he'd just... shut up and think for a second. You have such a colorful mind and the way you write is a mirror of your creativity; it's so real, so vivid. Every reply from you is a treat, like a warm chocolate pudding during a winter evening.

||| More partners that I adore and send my love to:

@anthrcpophagi and the beautifully written Maren Yearly, a sweet yet dangerous character who absolutely deserves more recognition. @butscrewmefirst and the flawless take of Elizabeth, who's been around for over half a decade by now, can you even believe? @bunnyblooded and the Stefan I didn't know I needed to see until I did. @bratprinced, if you want the actual Lestat to throw his dramatic antics onto your dash? That's the go-to. @griefknown and a lovely Elena, who's just as troubled as she's the town's sweetheart. @hybrid-royalty-main who always provides fun times with all those funky little dudes. I hear their voices in their replies, no shit. @hecatespower the only Mallory I've seen around in a while and given so much more depth it's simply beautiful. @havvkinsqueen Victoria is one of the absolute sweetest persons on this whole site, an inspiration for us all, and her Chrissy is the only one for me. @monstriiss and their giant monster milf who can eat your man and probably will, literally btw. Not just an original but original original concept. @munsontm with their funky little Eddie, who gives no shit about gender norms while being metal af. @pumpkinstabs, the person who made me get actually interested in Myers, who gives him such intriguing nuances. Love it. @ruinedmyself and the lovely babygirl Sammy who needs snuggles but receives struggles; pls go and hug him. @spynorth and the Spooks spy Michael likes to slam into walls. Lucas shakes his head at his own muse a lot and that's what I'm here for. @stanfordprepped and the fanged cutie Sam that you can corrupt today! For only $0,00 and a cup of demon blood. @sarcasticsnackpack with that guy with an aversion to his birthname. Super fun to write and chat with. @snowreignd who's brave and comes around with the worst fictional president to ever president. I love that rounded take! @thcmcnstcr and a super cute but equally as dangerous half-angel, also found on @scldiersmercy and @blccdwar. All intertwined. @untilthcyrot with a variety of great muses, most of all the little big sister to my idiot son here. Super fun to talk to as well.

||| Last but not least: those I yet have to get into writing with more:

@fallenregent you're amazing and so is your Davina! @fangsforhire you give off fun-vibes, which I love to see! @pohlepen you give us a messy woman who kicks ass and you just.. rock! @pumpcursed you unapologetically enjoy yourself, as we all should! @traumapyre you're a sweet bean and deserve only good things. @zmogedra you sure have that cannibal down to a T. And pls get well soon!

I didn't @ multiple blogs of the same writer, just know I love every blog I follow! Obviously, otherwise I wouldn't follow, duh ♥

#positivity

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theoddcatlady · 4 months

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I'm Addicted to Eating Bugs

I suppose it started small, like all addictions do. I was in the first grade, having some corner time because I threw a crayon at Brandon's head. He totally deserved it but that's another story for another day.

Anyway, I was facing the brick wall, imagining horrible fates for this jerk of a classmate when I heard a quiet buzzing. I looked by my feet to see an old cobweb, spider long gone but the dusty threads still managing to capture a fly. It wiggling and squirmed and if I hadn't interfered it probably would have gotten loose and carried on with its life. But before I realized it I had plucked the fly free and placed it in my mouth.

It buzzed furiously and it took all my willpower not to giggle, it was really ticklish. If I laughed, I'd end up opening my mouth and away it would go. I prodded at it with my tongue, feeling its wings flap uselessly against my cheek before I ended its life between my molars.

I swallowed and felt a lot better about things. Who cared about stupid Brandon anyway?

To be fair, kids eat stupid shit all the time. Glue, crayons, paper, I used to know a kid who ate sand and thought he was really stupid. Then again, I was only in the sandbox to hunt down ladybugs, so maybe I didn't have room to judge. But all those kids left their weird eating habits behind. I didn't. Instead, my habit grew.

At recess I'd spend all my time hunting bugs. I'd bring along a lil bug box and my teacher would just assume I'd want to study the insect world and let me be.

The easiest to find were worms on a day it had just rained. Those lil buggers were everywhere on the paving stones. Unfortunately they also had the least amount of payout. Worms taste like dirt. I mean, who's surprised though? Caterpillars were a lot better, so squishy but still slow enough for me to catch. Crickets and grasshoppers were a real pain in the neck. I had to learn to be patient and wait for the right moment to strike. If I didn't wait for the right moment, I would end up clapping my hands down on nothing at all.

But oh man, were they worth the effort. I didn't like putting them in my mouth alive so much, they kicked too much, but they had so much flavor and crunch. If I managed to find a grasshopper while hunting, I would consider myself one lucky kiddo.

I was never officially caught eating bugs until a few years later. I knew I had to keep my secret quiet. But when I was in fourth grade my class got a pet lizard named Lizzy. I know, really creative on names here, but we were kids so give us a break. But Lizzy needed to eat crickets a few times a week. I felt almost validated watching her munch down on them. But I also felt jealous. She could eat crickets whenever she wanted. I wished I could do that.

One winter day I decided to steal some of Lizzy's crickets. During recess I'd gone back to the classroom to get something from my desk when I realized I was all alone. This was my only chance to indulge. I crept up to the lizard cage, where the small cricket container was placed beside it. I opened up the top, snaked a handful of crickets, and threw those little buggers right in my mouth.

I had just closed my eyes when I heard someone gasp. I turned and saw Gabrielle, her jaw dropped as she stared at me. I'm pretty sure a cricket leg was poking out of my mouth too.

And of course, Gabrielle being a teacher's pet, she ran off screaming ‘Keith is eating Lizzy's crickets!’

I swallowed, feeling a lump form in my chest. My secret was out.

I managed to play it off as a joke, a one time thing. I was just curious as to why Lizzy liked eating crickets so much. I think Mr. Martinez found it hilarious. He ended up bringing roasted crickets to class next week, taking this moment to teach us how other cultures enjoyed eating all kinds of bugs and prepping them in unique ways.

I never felt more sick in my life. Although being salted and cooked did bring out the flavor, I ended up barfing it up later. It just. Wasn't the same. They were barely even bugs anymore. It was just like eating potato chips or almonds. There was no thrill of the hunt. None of that excitement as they squirm in your mouth. The joy when you bite down, taking out a leg or maybe slicing them right down the abdomen.

I did try to stop after that. I really did. I didn't want to get picked on anymore and maybe it was a little weird that I kept eating bugs.

But here's the real problem. If I don't sate my appetite on bugs, I start craving… bigger things.

The whole glass was horrified to come in one morning to find Lizzy had disappeared, the lid tipped off the cage and our class pet nowhere to be seen. Much to my amusement, fingers were pointed at Gabrielle, as she was the one who fed Lizzy the day before. She swore up and down that she fastened the cage lid on tight, but it didn't matter. We tore that room apart and Lizzy was just gone.

I participated in the search, although I had no reason to. I knew exactly where Lizzy was. In my belly.

I didn't know why I had gone back to class that day, I just knew I needed to. I was alone, me and that lizard. I felt like I was on autopilot as I opened the cage and plucked Lizzy out by the tail. I dangled her over my mouth before I snapped her head clean off. Blood dripped in my mouth, a new feeling I had never gotten before with bugs. It felt so damn good.

When the high wore off though I felt so guilty I nearly threw her back up. I didn't, because that would really be a waste, I just got out of there. That night at dinner I didn't eat a damn thing, I claimed I had a tummy ache and that wasn't a lie. But I knew the cause wasn't that 24 hour flu bug going around.

So yeah. I realized quickly that maybe there are worse things than eating bugs. Winters were always the hardest, I had to make due with ants in the kitchen and daddy long legs in the basement. To my credit, I've only ‘snapped’ once since then, it was Christmas vacation at grandma's house and I just hadn't had the time to hunt. That poor cat. Everyone just assumed a wild animal had gotten to poor Fluffy, meanwhile I was trying to discreetly pick long white fur out from in between my teeth.

It's gotten simultaneously harder and easier as an adult. Harder as I need to eat a lot more bugs to keep the cravings at bay, easier as now I can just go to the pet store and clean out their supply of feeder crickets and mealworms. The cashier there thinks I'm cute and usually gives me a discount. She keeps asking to meet my geckos and I have to keep making excuses as to why she can't.

If the cravings get bad, I hit up another pet store and buy a few mice, maybe a hamster or a gerbil too if it sounds good. I eat those suckers while binge watching Netflix, sucking on the long tails and reducing their skulls to paste. It has worked for me so far. I don't have a girlfriend, but I have a decent social life. I think it's probably for the best I don't have a family. I don't want to snap one day around a small child, I’d never forgive myself.

But I'm a good uncle to my sister's kids. I send them gifts and always tell them cool bug facts, which they love to hear, especially the younger one, Ellie.

However… I think I caught Ellie with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar last week. The cookie jar in this case was a spider's web, and a fly wing poking out of her lips.

She said she was just curious as to why spiders ate flies, but I'm gonna be keeping an eye on her.

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moondorian · 1 year

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🔥 kakashi hatake x reader 🔥

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He looks at me with a frown. There's a flame in his eyes, hidden behind the cold indifference. He's tense; he can't take his eyes off me, his body taut as a string, ready to lunge if i takes an extra step. The beast.

"What do you want from me? Hmm?"

I can feel the irritation sparking inside, quickly turning to anger. A storm is brewing and I want to pounce on him, to let it flow. I come home tired, nervous, with my feet humming unpleasantly (I press my lips together from the discomfort). I want to take a shower to wash off all the dirt of the day and go to bed, not have a scandal. Unsubstantiated. Unreasonable. I don't need it. Don't touch me, eh.

"Don't you understand?", Kakashi's voice is tense.

"I was only a little late with my subordinate. I was hungry, and he gave me ramen!"

"...walked you home and carried your bag," he finishes.

"That's right."

His eyebrows raise in feigned amazement.

"And you think that's normal? He's clearly wooing you, and you're letting him do it."

I took a deep breath of air (to fly away), bracing myself for a tirade. Sharp, splinter-like words roll around on my tongue, pricking me. I pull myself away just in time.

"Kakashi," his name comes out as i exhales, "Kakashi, my love, everyone, I repeat, every dog in Konoha, knows that I belong to you," his expression changes, like a snap of his fingers. It becomes more... predatory," No one dares to go against the Hokage. And Ian was beating me out of a vacation; he wants a romantic weekend for his boyfriend. You know what I mean?", I lead a tired hand, covering my eyes. I fall back in my chair, tilting my head back. The tension level in the room drops," And why do I have to make excuses to you now?"

I close my eyes for a few seconds. After a while, I hear:

"Come here, honey."

"I will not. You want, you come," I grumble under my breath, knowing that he will hear me.

I can't hear his footsteps, but I can feel him close by. He gently lifts me up from the chair, and I wrap my legs around his thighs and hold onto his neck. I open my eyes, stumbling into the abyss. Kakashi's breath tickles my face. I melt at how tightly, but gently, he holds me, pressing me against his hot body.

I allow myself a little leeway and fidget slightly, beating an unheld sigh out of him.

"Don't tease, honey. We're having a serious conversation," Kakashi runs the tip of his nose down my neck. I'm out of breath now.

"I can see that."

"Of course, I'm jealous of you. I don't like the way other people shag you with their eyes or touch you. I wish I could hide such a treasure from the world so that it would belong only to me, but I realize I don't have that right. I didn't mean to upset you, my love. "

I nod, trying to hide my embarrassment. I hug my neck tightly.

"It's alright. ", and it's true, "Especially if I saw you with some girl who was showing attention to you, I would have destroyed her." I said overly cheerfully, but it would have been. Sometimes jealousy can eat me from the inside out.

A light kiss on his neck and he carries me to the shower. Then Kakashi gives me massage.

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ibettertakethisoffshelby · 1 year

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The Carrot

Jean Kirstein x Pieck Finger

NSFW, minors DNI below the cut

Contents: innuendo, talk of genitals, teasing and seduction

A/N: this was originally a joke I heard about two old widows. As a late birthday present to Jean, I have updated it for him and Pieck.

For the most part, after the war, Jean and Pieck have a nice domestic life. But there was a small hiccup when they started growing carrots in their garden.

The carrots grew with ease, and by fall there was plenty to pick. But Jean couldn't help but notice when Pieck pulled out one carrot - which looked particularly big and long - looked at it for a few seconds, let out a sigh, and put it in her basket.

Jean didn't want to say anything at first, but it was eating away at him. Had he not been satisfying this incredible woman, who he considered himself almost too lucky to even be with at all?

Finally, some time after carrot picking, they're both sitting in the living room, and Jean decides he doesn't want to live in the dark. Whatever this is, he wants it out on the table.

"Um... Pieck..."

"Yes?"

"So I noticed earlier, you had uh... you had this carrot, and... I don't know, something about it seemed to bother you?"

Pieck gives him an earnestly confused look. "You... think there was a carrot that was... bothering me?"

"Well like you-- like--... you looked at it and you... sighed?"

"I don't know, this is probably super silly, but like... were you, by any chance... thinking about Porco? Like when you saw that one carrot?"

"Oh... Yeah, I... I guess I did."

At the mention of her ex-lover's name, Pieck turns her head away and can't think of what to say.

"Pieck, it's OK if you were. I can't fault you for it. There's nothing wrong with it."

Pieck still hesitates, but ultimately concedes. "Yeah, OK. Yeah. I was."

"I appreciate you being honest with me about this, Pieck."

She smiles and turns away.

But not even a minute later, Jean breaks the silence again.

"Pieck, I'm... I don't know if I should even ask this... was it-... was it the length of the carrot that made you think of him?"

She looks at him, almost in disbelief, and bursts out laughing. "Fuck no! He was not hung like that."

"Oh..." Jean is stumped, and already mortified. But he can't stop himself. "Was- was it the width of that carrot that made you think of him?"

Pieck only doubles over laughing. "Oh my god, Jeanbo! Are you seriously getting jealous of a dead man right now?"

He does what can only be described as an angry bottom blush. "I'm not jealous, OK? I just... I just..."

She smiles suggestively. "Yes?"

Jean remembers the techniques he learned to calm himself down in moments like this. He takes a deep breath, then states:

"I just wanna know... what is it about that carrot that made you think of your dear old departed Porco."

He's met with a chuckle. "Sarcasm is not a good look on you, Jean."

"SJDJZZ-- It wasn’t sarcasm! I'm serious! I really wanna know!"

She walks over to him and puts a loving hand on his chest.

"Jean, I've told you before - all the dicks in the world could never measure up to a well-trained tongue like yours."

He blushes harder. "Y--... I'm aware of that. But I still wanna know."

Pieck softens her voice and wraps her hand around his neck. "You wanna know?"

Jean.exe has stopped working

She inches closer with every word, walking her fingers up Jean's chest, bottomless grey eyes piercing into his. "You wanna know what I saw when I saw that carrot... that made me think of my dear old... departed... Pock?"

All he can do is nod.

She gently touches her nose to his. "What's the magic word?"

"P- please... please tell me... what made you think of him?"

Pieck leans in close to Jean's ear, gives him the gentlest nose breath on his cheek to tickle him, and whispers...

"It was the dirt on it."

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Boxer

Pairing- Mingi x Named Reader

Word count- 5.6k

Includes- Angst, Rocky Mingi, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @soulseobi05 @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo

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Mingi POV

"Sorry I'm late. Sorry"

I lift my head at her voice, watching her run inside the dressing room

She darts toward her friend, our makeup artist Hae, handing Hae her bag, who takes it and puts it with hers

I watch her go to her manager

"Seriously Joanne?", he says when he looks at her, his eyebrows raised, "Again?"

I can't see what he sees because she has her hoodie up

"I told you yesterday though", she reminds him

"Yeah fine, you did", he sighs, "Go help Yunho, Mingi and Yeosang get ready"

Yes, she has me today

Thank god

I could stare at her gorgeous face without looking like a stalker

When she turns around and heads towards my direction, I hold in a gasp, seeing what her manager was looking at

Her bruised face

Dark purple and slightly swollen around her left eye, a bloody cut in her eyebrow, scrapes on her cheek and a scabbed busted lip

She's shown up like this a few times already, with bruises and cuts on her face

I don't know how she gets them

None of the guys know

And she only talks to Hae so I doubt any staff know

Obviously her manager does

I just hope she's not being hit by someone because that would piss me off

She doesn't deserve that

I'm concerned but no one else, including her, seems to be and it'd be weird if I said anything

As if I can talk in front of her anyway

She pulls her hoodie down then goes to the hangers that have our clothes for the video

She takes one set of clothes, looking at the paper with one of our names on it

"Mingi", she calls

I get up and keep myself from running to her

"Hi", she smiles at me, taking my breath away

"Hey Jo", I say, smiling back

That's about as much as I can say to her without going catatonic

I like her a lot

Like a stupid amount

Like love her

Ok not like love her, I do love her

And I want to ask her out but my mouth doesn't work too well when she's near me

She hands me the clothes, "Change and I'll fix the outfit"

I nod, going behind the changing curtain

"Yeosang", I hear her call, wondering what she has to do for him

He's already dressed

Changing quickly, I move away from the curtain, my eyes on her

She's sitting, with Yeosang sitting in front of her, wrapping some of his fingers with boxing tape

And I notice the same tape around a few of her fingers, but hers is stained with some dirt and maybe some blood under the tape

I'm not sure and I don't know why she has that kind of tape on

"Done", she says, smiling at him, making me jealous

"Thanks Jo", he thanks her, then leaves walking towards the set

"Hey Mingi, can you give me a few minutes? Apparently I have to wrap the guys hands in boxing wraps and tape"

I nod, sitting in a chair near her

I watch her as she does Seonghwa's, Wooyoung's, Jongho's and San's hands and fingers, her hands moving so fast as she does them

I tried to wrap my hand once with the long ass boxing wraps and it took me so long

She's moving so quickly, like she knows how to do this

Hongjoong is next and first she puts some kind of wrap glove on one of his hands

She takes his other hand, giggling, "You're hand is small Joong"

He smiles, "Yeah I know"

"Cute baby fingers", she compliments as she wraps tape around his ring finger

"Baby fingers? Look who's talking", he teases, holding her ring finger against his, "Mine's bigger than yours"

She rolls her eyes, "Ok I'll give you that"

I get insanely jealous watching their interaction

I wish I could talk to her like that but I can't

We have our own way of flirting, with looks and smiles but it's not the same as talking to her

It's all I can manage now until my brain remembers words and connects to my mouth again when I'm around her

One day

"Just Yunho left, then I'll get to you Mingi"

"Ok", I answer, watching Yunho sit down in front of her

She starts wrapping his hand when Hae comes over to her, "So did you win?"

She scoffs, "Are you even asking me that? Of course I won"

Won what?

"How bad was the other girl?"

She smiles, "Blood bath on her face"

Jesus Christ

Did she get into a fight?

Is that why she has bruises?

Did she beat someone up?

I didn't take her for that kinda girl

"Jesus", Hae

"To be fair she's a bleeder. All of us know that. She does too"

"But still", Hae says

She sighs, "Well what do you want me to do Hae? Go easy? Let them win? I have a title to keep. I don't want to lose it and risk not being able to compete"

She finishes tucking the wrap on Yunho's hand then moves to his other one

I'm so curious as to what she competes in

I'm sure she's amazing

Not like I'm biased or anything

"You still don't have to go so hard"

"Yes I do. If my opponents want to make it, they have to learn to take on someone who goes hard. God knows no one went easy on me when I started"

I'm so confused but honestly interested in this conversation

I want to know what they're talking about

"I guess", Hae frowns, "Any way isn't it hilarious that they have you doing this? And that they're doing this video?"

She raises her eyebrow, "Doing what?"

"Wrapping their hands like they're actually gonna fight"

"Well I can do it the fastest and tight enough so it doesn't unravel when they're dancing"

"It does feel firm", Yunho puts in, making her smile

"Thanks Yunnie"

"How did your wraps look last night?"

"Bloody. Had to throw them out. Gotta buy new ones ASAP"

She...she wears wraps?

And hers were bloody?

What the hell is going on?

"Hey you should show these guys how to punch", Hae suggests

She glares at Hae, "Why the hell would I do that?"

Have shrugs, "It's in their choreo. Maybe show them how it's done right so it looks like they know what they're doing?"

Hey, I know how to throw a punch

I've never punched anything or anyone but I know how to swing

"Yeah that'd be a no"

"Ok what are you guys talking about?", Yunho asks

I silently thank him because my curiosity is killing me

"We're talking about Joanne being a kick ass boxer"

"Hae!", she growls

"What?"

"No one here knows about that! And I kinda want to keep it that way", she growls through clenched teeth

"You're a boxer?", Yunho asks, surprised, "You're so little"

Hae laughs, "Yeah but don't be fooled. She can knock you out. She takes on opponents bigger than her all the time. And she always wins"

I watch Joanne's cheeks turn pink and it's so adorable

"Always?", Yunho repeats

"Always", Hae answers for her

"That's why you come in with bruises sometimes. Like today?", Yunho asks

She nod, "I had a match last night as Hae's big mouth told you. I won"

Jesus, she's even more amazing than I thought

And so bad ass

"That's amazing", Yunho exclaims, "Can you teach me to punch? Please? I have the knock out punch at the end of the video and I don't want to look dumb"

"I don't know if-"

"I'll ask the managers. It'll be quick. Just like a ten or fifteen minute lesson?"

She hesitates, then says, "Uh yeah. Ok. If your managers say it's ok, then I'll show you how to do a knock out punch"

"Great", he beams

Why can't I talk to her like that?

So easily?

Why do I have to be so...dumb and afraid?

She finishes wrapping his hand and he thanks her then leaves, Hae following him

"God I swear she's so obvious with her crush on him", she murmurs, coming over to me and kneeling down to tie the ties on my pants by my ankles

"Hae?", I ask, shocked

I didn't notice anything

"Yeah Hae. She totally likes Yunho. A lot"

Wow

Well I wouldn't notice anything because when she's around I don't notice anything but her

So forget about figuring out Hae likes Yunho

"Does he know?", I ask

She shrugs, tucking my shirt in my pants "No idea. You'd have to ask him"

I think I will

One of us deserves to have a girl

And at least Yunho can talk to girls

"No wait. Don't actually", she says, tying the tie on my pants waist, "If Hae finds out or Yunho acts different around her she'll kill me"

Ok I won't say anything

I won't do anything to make her life harder

"I won't", I promise

She smiles at me, my heart pounding in my throat

"I think I'm gonna wrap your hand first before we put the robe on, so come sit"

I sit in front of her, watching her while she gets a red wrap then sits in front of me

Slowly she takes my hand, fire running up my arm

Just from one touch

She holds my hand in hers, softly running the fingers of her other hand in my palm to straighten my hand, sending tingles up my spine

"You hand is huge", she smiles, starting the wrap, moving it around my hand slowly

"Yours is tiny", I answer, surprising myself

I didn't stumble over words or stutter

"Compared to yours, really tiny", she agrees

I watch her move the wrap slowly down my wrist and a little below on my arm

It occurs to me that she does this to herself

Or does she have someone who does it for her?

"You uh...wrap your own hands?"

She nods, "Yeah. When I train and when I fight in a match. I wear them under the gloves"

I look closer at her hands as she finishes wrapping my hand

At the tape around her fingers and knuckles

I take her hand in mine, holding it and softly touching her fingers

"You bleed?"

She shrugs, smiling softly, "Sometimes. If I'm hitting the bag without gloves and just the wraps. Or if I'm sparring with no gloves. Sometimes during a match if I'm hitting hard"

I had no idea how tough she is

I'm such a wimp, paper cuts hurt me

But she hits hard punching bags, she fights and she wins

Still, I don't like the idea of her getting hurt

Gently, I ghost my thumb over her split lip

"You get hurt fighting"

She shrugs again, "Part of the job. It doesn't hurt while I'm being hit. Only after"

"Why?"

I'd think getting a punch to the eye would hurt like a mother

"Because when I'm fighting, I'm thinking of winning, I'm planning my next hit, I don't have the time to feel the pain"

I guess I can understand that

She's so into the fight, nothing else matters

Some hair falls from her ponytail in her face and without thinking, I reach out, tucking the hair behind her ear

Her cheeks turn pink and she smiles shyly, her eyes down

And I realize what I did

Shit

What if she didn't like it?

What if she doesn't want to be touched?

Fuck what if I fucked up

I immediately take my hand away but she grabs it as I'm pulling away

Jeez she's quick too

She holds my hand, intertwining our fingers, slowly lifting her eyes to mine

And I can't look away

We stare at each other like idiots in complete comfortable silence

God she's so beautiful, even with all the injuries

They don't take away from her beauty

I'm contemplating on whether to just tell her how I feel when I hear my name

"Mingi!"

We immediately let go of our hands and she stands up, just as Hongjoong comes back into the dressing room

"Let's go Mingi! We need you for photos"

Fucking hell

I forgot I'm at work

"Coming", I tell him

He nods, then says, "Jo, Yunho wants you to come too. Something about punching?"

She nods, "Yeah I'm coming"

Fucking Hongjoong had to ruin the moment

I don't know if I'll ever get another one like it

"Here Mingi", she says, holding out the robe to me

Taking it, I put it on, the material so soft and silky she stands in front of me, tying the strings of my pants into a bow, then fixing the robe around me

"Can you bend down?"

I do and she fixes the hoodie, her arms around my neck

I just wish I could make a move

Kiss her, hold her back, anything

But I stand frozen until she lets go

"C'mon Mingi", she smiles, then starts walking out of the dressing room with me following her like a puppy

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I watch her talk Yunho and Yeosang through punches again

"Keep your feet planted on the ground. Keep your right hand by your cheekbone and your left below your chin"

She demonstrates for them and they copy her

"A little lower Sangie", she says, moving his left hand down, "Good guys"

She gets back into the standing position

"We're gonna do a right cross punch. You have to pivot your back foot and do not straighten your right leg or you'll lose balance. Watch"

She keeps her hands in position, pivoting her foot which makes her hips and torso rotate

Then she goes back into the fighting position

She makes it look so easy

She does it two more times then turns to the guys and has them do it

Yunho straightens his leg, which she tells him not to do and to do the whole thing again

He does and gets it right

Yeosang got it right the first time

Going back into the position she instructs them, "As you punch, lift and extend your elbow and tighten your fist. Everything starts out relaxed but as soon as you punch everything should be tightened. I know it sounds dumb but you can make a noise while you punch. It helps your body get tight"

Suddenly she punches the air, yelling, "Aghhh", her whole body going with the punch

My god that's sexy

"You try", she says to them

Yunho throws the punch but he didn't extend his elbow right, so she goes to him showing him what to do, then putting her hand over his, moving his hand into the punch, talking to him as she does

And my entire body is in jealousy, wanting her to be touching me, paying attention to me

She lets Yeosang and Yunho practice, walking around them, praising or fixing their mistakes

"Are we ready?", the director asks

"Yeah", Yunho answers

"Get into positions"

"You'll do great Yunnie", she assures him, "You too Sangie"

"Thanks Jo", Yunho smiles

"Yeah thanks", Yeosang adds

"No problem. Have fun", she smiles

As she moves out of the way of the cameras she smiles at me, "You'll be great too Mingi"

"Thanks", I say, blushing

She stands with the other makeup artists, stylists and hair stylists, watching us and waiting to fix us for the next scene

I calm myself down because no matter how many videos, photo shoots or performances I do with her watching I'm always nervous

Always

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We just finished the group scene and now it's time for my individual one

She comes up to me, fixing my pants and my shirt while a makeup artist fixes the foundation on my face and the hair stylist runs a comb through my hair

"Can you bend down Mingi?", she asks after the rest of the stylists back off

I do and again, her arms go around neck, pulling the hood of the robe over my head

Her fingers run in my hair, putting it on my forehead and fixing the hood

I can't keep my eyes off her, her pretty eyes concentrating on hood

Her eyes then move to mine and she smiles, "There. You look so good Mingi"

"Ttt...uh..ttt...thanks", I stammer like a moron

She nods then moves back, leaving me on the set alone

I snap out of my trance when the director tells me what to do during my rap

I nod, taking in what he's saying but also I'm aware of her

When the camera rolls, I take a breath as the music comes on

I start off facing away from the camera and turn when the rap starts holding my wrapped hand up

The back up dancers move in front of me and I pull my hood down, getting ready to go hard

When the dancers part, I come bursting through, doing the dance and rapping, my eyes flitting to her for a second

And seeing her biting her lip while she watches me

'Focus', I tell myself and keep going

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Walking into the dressing room after the shoot, I sit down on the couch, exhausted

Between dancing my ass off and watching her watch me, I'm ready for a nap

"Time for food!", San sings out, all the guys hurrying out the dressing room to eat

We got a break for now, doing the photo shoot after

She's around the clothes rack, fixing the white outfits we have to wear later

I notice the empty dressing room, everyone probably running for food

I want food but I want to talk to her more

Now is my chance

Getting up, I close the door and lock it, once I'm sure everyone is gone

I don't want anyone interrupting again like Hongjoong did before

I don't know what I'm going to say or how

Maybe tell her how I feel because after today.....seeing her show Yunho and Yeosang how to punch, seeing her watching me while I was filming

I have to say something

Or try to

"Uh Jo?", I call

She looks up, looking around the room, "Where is everyone?"

"Probably getting food"

"Oh. Aren't you hungry too?"

"I uh yeah but uh can I talk to you first?"

She raises her eyebrow, "Yeah sure"

I nod, my palms sweating as I sit on the couch

She walks over to me, sitting next to me

Silence falls and I'm trying to figure out how to word this

"I uh....", I start, "Well I wanted to ask. Umm I mean do you...uh"

God I'm such a fucking dork, stammering like an idiot

"Mingi", she says softly and I look at her, "I think I know what you want to tell me"

I doubt that

"Tell me if I'm wrong ok?"

I nod

She reaches out to me, softly touching my cheek, turning my face to her

I look into her beautiful brown eyes, drowning in them

She leans forward her lips against mine in a soft kiss

Alright, maybe she did know what I wanted to tell her

She pulls away, looking at me, "Was I right?"

"Yes", I answer, then pull her back to me, my lips crashing into hers but still being mindful of her injured lip

She kisses me back hard, climbing into my lap, her arms firmly around my neck

I slip my tongue inside her mouth, hers immediately against mine, playing and I can't help but moan in her mouth

After a few minutes, she breaks the kiss, leaning her forehead on mine

"Please tell me this means what I think it does", she says softly, "I waited so fucking long for you, please tell me you feel like I do"

Oh my god, she has feelings for me too

I'm so astounded and so fucking happy

"I do Jo. I love you"

"Thank god", she whispers, relief in her face, "I love you Mingi"

Holy shit

I never thought that this with her would go this way

I thought she'd tell me she just sees me as a friend

This is everything I could ever want

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting but you don't have to anymore. I want to be with you"

She pulls back, a huge smile on her face, "Yes, a million times yes. I want to be with you so much Mingi"

I can't help but smile, "Good"

Then I pull her back to me in a kiss

As the kiss gets heated, I whisper, "I need you"

God do I need her

Right now

"Here?", she asks

I nod, "I can't wait. I need you right now"

She nods, "Me too"

Thank god

I don't know if I could of waited any longer

I stand up and put her in a sitting position on the couch

Then kneeling down, I press kisses to her neck as I gently push her back into the cushions

Moving my hands under her shirt, I slowly slide it up her body and off, her bra following

Pulling back I get my first glimpse of her and holy shit she's fucking hot

Gorgeous

Perky round boobs, nipples hard already

Tattoos on either side of her torso

And holy fuck she has abs

Not defined or chiseled but the faint outline is there and I had no clue that'd turn me on

But she also has some bruises from the fight I'm guessing

On her stomach, a big one by her ribs, and one by her chest

"Fucking beautiful", I whisper, running my hands all over her body, being careful not to press on the purple bruises

Her head pushes into the cushion, biting her lip, a look of pleasure on her face

"So pretty aegi"

Leaning forward, I press a gentle kiss to the bruise on her stomach

Then I move to the one on her ribs, spreading kisses all over it

Finally, I end with the one on her chest

"Mingi", she whimpers

"My baby", I whisper, then kiss her beautiful lips

As we kiss, I slowly move my hands down her body, feeling her soft skin

When my hands get to her pants, I move my fingers under the waist band, pulling them down along with her panties

She lifts herself up so I can get everything off

And my mouth drops when I see her completely naked

Stunning

More than stunning, perfect

Fucking perfect

I gently squeeze along her thighs, until I get to her hips, then I move my hands down, softly pushing her legs open

Wide

"Oh fuck", I groan when I see how utterly soaked she is, her pussy glistening in juice, a huge wet spot on the couch from her dripping hole

I move closer, placing my tongue on her and slowly licking up, tasting her

God so good

She whimpers, moaning my name and fucking hell I love hearing it

"Don't stop Mingi", she breathes

I definitely won't

I swirl my tongue around her pretty pussy, in between her lips, going at it like I've been waiting to eat her pussy for forever

Which is exactly what I was waiting for

She's so soft, so wet and getting wetter, it's dripping down my neck

I love it

I move my tongue along her throbbing clit, moaning as I feel it throb on my tongue

Her body arches, her legs shaking as she moans louder and it's safe to say that she loves it

I keep rolling my tongue over her clit again and again, getting lost in her shouts, in her

Her clit is begging me to suck on it, so I wrap my mouth around it, the throbs on my lips going straight to my hard cock

I'm so fucking hard it hurts

"Please Mingi", she begs, "Please"

God hearing her beg is such a turn on

I suck on her clit once, her entire body shaking, her hand plunging in my hair and pulling as she yells in pleasure

Every suck I give her, I make sure I increase my speed and force until I'm sucking hard on her little bump, loving the way it feels in my mouth

"Mingi...I....I...", she moans and I know

She's gonna cum

And I'm so excited for it

Sucking harshly, her hips fly up, she screams my name, body shaking as she cums

"Mingi, fuck Mingi"

Excitedly I let go of her clit and lick by her slit

A sweet taste fills my mouth and I can't help but moan as I swallowed her cream

"So good aegi", I praise her, "You taste so fucking good"

"Jesus Christ Mingi"

I look up at her from between her legs just in time to catch the lip bite she does as she's looking at me

So fucking hot

I lick up all her cum, then she pushes my head back

She moves down to the floor with me, kissing me hard, her tongue in my mouth

Pushing me back, I lay on the floor, kissing her as her hands move to my pants, pulling them and my boxers down

Breaking the kiss, she gets my shoes and my bottom clothes off

"Fuck", she whimpers as she eyes my dick

She leans down to put my cock in her mouth but I stop her

"No aegi"

Her eyes raise to mine, "You don't want it?"

I sit her up, running my fingers in her hair

"Of course I want it aegi but your mouth and lip are injured"

"I don't care", she whines so adorably

"I do aegi. You're not hurting yourself more just to give me a blow job. I can wait", I assure

She pouts, "If you're sure"

I nod, "I am. And I kinda can't wait to be inside you. I kinda been fantasizing about that for a long time"

She smirks, "Then I won't keep my baby waiting"

She sits on me and I feel her wet pussy soak my dick and my lap

Fuck, I like that I make her this wet

That she finds me this attractive and wants to be with me

She kisses me softly, grabbing on to the boxing robe

"You'd make a sexy boxer", she giggles, pushing the robe off me

"Oh yeah?", I smirk, helping her get my shirt off

"Yeah. You're so big Mingi. So many muscles. Here", she says, touching my upper arms

"And here", her arms move to my chest and continue to my abs, making my skin tremble, "And here. Fuck you're so hot"

She rocks her hips, grinding into my hard length, feeling so good, "And you're so fucking big here"

"I am?", I ask in disbelief

"Are you fucking kidding? You're dick is massive"

My mouth drops open in shock

"It's so long and fuck so thick", she continues, making my entire skin turn red, "I don't know how it's going to fit inside me"

Wait what?

Is that really a problem?

Because if it is I'll scream

"I won't fit?", I ask worried

"I'll make you fit baby, don't worry", she assures me, "There's no way in this universe I'm not riding your cock right now"

Well fuck

Thank god for that

She holds my length up and hovers right over me

She lowers herself, my head going inside her and getting soaked

"Fff..fuck", I moan

"Oh god yes", she groans, as she slips more and more down my length

I sit up on my elbows, watching her tiny hole split wide open to take my cock

She's leaking so much, creamy juice sliding down my cock, pooling in my lap

So fucking pretty

She actually bottoms me out, sitting right against my legs and I have no idea where she's putting me but I'm not complaining

Her hips start wiggling, moving in circles, her pussy wrapped around me so snugly

"Oh fuck", I moan, pleasure creeping up my spine

"Give me a few minutes to get used to you baby and then I'll ride your cock so fucking good"

I nod as she grinds against my dick, the fluttering of her cunt amazing

Taking her hand, I press a kiss to her back of her hand, then along her hurt fingers

She smiles softly, holding my hand in hers

I move my down on my elbow, the soft material under my arm making me slip

I catch myself, looking down at the robe under me

Quickly I grab it, ready to throw it away when I stop

"So do you really wear a robe?", I ask, looking from the robe to her

She smirks, leaning over, taking my robe and putting it on

Oh god she's so fucking hot

"Sometimes", she says

I can only stare at the robe just covering her breasts, her nipples poking through the silky material

She smirks at me, moving her hands on my stomach as she starts to bounce

Pleasure fills my body from her movements and I can't tear my eyes away from her

My mind is blown that she's sitting on my lap, riding my cock while she wears my robe

It's fucking everything

"Although I've never worn one when I was naked before"

Fuck

I can't speak, I can only watch her as she moves on me, completely mesmerizing me

Up and down, my cock disappearing as her cunt swallows me again and again

"My god Mingi. Your cock feels so fucking good", she moans, her hips rolling over and over again, taking me so deeply

Her movements get faster, fucking me harder

My head hits a spot inside her and she screams so loudly, calling my name, her back arching so beautifully

Her hands move behind her, on my legs, moving harder as she's basically jumping up and down on my cock, bottoming me out every time

"Mingi!", she calls, her cunt getting so tight around me I gasp, "I-"

"Cum for me", I ask, wanting to feel it

Her cunt is already so fucking tight, I can't imagine how it's going to feel when she cums

"Please", I plead

After a few more bounces, she takes me all in, orgasming on my whole cock, her body shaking on top of me as she calls my name

"Mingi"

So much pleasure rolls over me as her cunt pulses so fast, so hard

I can't fucking believe I'm getting this much pleasure from her orgasming

It's fucking mind-blowing and I don't want it to stop

So when she finishes, I hold onto her hips tightly and thrust up into her pussy

She moans loudly, holding on to my legs

I fuck up into her over and over, watching her cream completely soak and cover my cock, her boobs bouncing in my face

Her little clit is throbbing like crazy and she's taking every stroke I give her deep inside, crying for more

I've never had a girl this into sex with me

I'm not that experienced like the other guys so I'm always worried that I suck

But she seems to like everything I'm doing

I hit her spot hard and she cries, "There Mingi! Please baby, there!"

I nod, making sure I hit that spot each time I fuck into her

She gets tighter with every pound, body bouncing around like a rag doll

Crashing into her spot again, she yells loudly, coming again, her cunt spasming

"Mingi!", she yells while I groan, feeling the pleasure from her, feeling the way she's drenching my dick

"Mingi cum", she asks

"Sss..soon", I tell her, getting there

"What do you need baby? I want you to feel so good"

"I do baby. I feel so good. You feel good. This is the best I ever had", I say, my face heating up as I realize what I said

"Me too Mingi", she says, touching my chest, "Don't get shy now baby. Tell me what you need"

"Bbb...bounce aegi"

She nods, immediately moving for me, taking me in and out of her, slamming down, taking me deep

"Oh fuck", she cries, her legs working overtime as she rides me hard, her spot rubbing against my head

The pulsing is so fucking blissful and I need her to cum

Reaching out, I touch her clit, playing with it, rubbing it in circles

Her breathing gets harder as she bounces, her cunt flooding my lap

"Oh god Mingi! Mingi!", she yells, coming and I watch in amazement as her cunt fucking gushes liquid all over me

Oh my god, she's squirting

I made her squirt

"Oh Mingi!", she shouts, continuing her bouncing as she squirts, the liquid flying everywhere

And I fucking love it

She squeezes my cock so hard, the bounces and watching her shoving over the edge

I'm hurtled into intense ecstasy as I hold her on my cock, coming into her warm sucking pussy

"Oh fuck, Mingi. Feels fucking good", she moans, rocking on my dick, prolonging the pleasure

When it's over, I look at her, amazed

That was the most pleasure I ever had

She smiles as she breathes in, then leans down, her mouth against mine in a sweet kiss

I smile before I kiss her back, my arms around her, holding her tightly

She touches my cheek as she kisses me, sending tingles down my spine

She leans her forehead against mine after the kiss, "I love you"

"I love you", I smile, pulling her down for another amazing kiss

Fuck I'm so happy, so glad I finally tried to say something to her because now she's mine

All mine

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Circles

Summary: Part II to Midnight Delusions where Luke's concern for your mental health gets worse, and you meet and old friend of the family's.

Warnings: Intense descriptions of anxiety and psychosis, elements of horror,

"Last night was the worst one yet and I'm afraid that it will only get worse."

Chewie's guttural yawn could be heard from a distance over the hologram. Leia glanced to the side once before meeting Luke's eye again.

"When was the last episode?"

"About a fortnight ago," he sighed. "I'm at a loss for what to do anymore other than how I take care of her now."

Leia's heart sunk at the sight of her brave twin looking more defeated than ever. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes were puffed and glazed over.

"You haven't slept much, have you?"

Another sigh, and then "I'm afraid of her waking up without me."

Her heart went from her stomach to her feet at that.

"She seems to be alright in the day when I'm with my students, but then when the sun goes down I think that's when it gets worse."

"Is there anyone with her in that time?"

"R2 is always nearby."

There was a long moment of silence between them as they pondered. Leia was especially saddened to hear of your worsening condition. The two of you were almost as close to each other as you were to Luke. Anytime she visited, he had to practically compete for your attention because you were always glued to her side, and her, yours. Sometimes you two even slept in the same bed, which makes him just the tiny bit jealous, but ultimately he was happy that the two most important women in his life loved each other just as much as he loved them.

"I'm on a mission as an ambassador to Mygeeto at the moment, but I will come see you two at the earliest opportunity. I regret that it's already been this long since my last visit…"

Luke smiled softly. "Worry not, dear sister. I always feel you in the force."

"And I, you." She said, voice starting to trail off. "I must leave for now, but I will stay in touch." She said regrettably. He nodded before they said their goodbyes and Luke was left alone in the room again.

Another great breath of air deflated his chest as he studied the forest outside the window. All the vibrant green bamboo trees and the leaves that always seemed to be reaching out to touch you. A truly gorgeous place.

You'd gone out for a walk maybe an hour earlier after waking up to Luke still rubbing your hair back from your forehead. Your eyes had fluttered sleepily as you registered his puffy eyed stare and his sad smile while he asked you how you were feeling today.

You gave a big stretch and a tired whine before telling him you felt fine so far.

"How about I make us something to eat, yeah?" His voice was still at half volume.

You'd gently shook your head.

"I'm not really hungry yet."

You'd quietly slipped on your boots and one of your oversized black cloaks: a hand-me-down from Luke. And then you were off, trudging aimlessly and thoughtlessly through the trees and the grass. You were weary as always about possible hallucinations but they usually stayed away for a good chunk of the day. Things only got bad when the sky starts to dim.

But right now, you were relieved and contented to have full control of your own mind and soon, you found a comfortable spot by a pond where you sat with your legs bent on either side of you. Curious frogs and other strange bugs pirouette around your presence. You giggled to yourself while you let some of them crawl up and down your arm and weave between your fingers. You even let a spider explore the surface of your face before gently guiding it back down into your palm again.

You always had a special relationship with the wildlife here. The animals and the trees and even the dirt beneath your feet. Perhaps that was why Luke picked this place out for the two of you. It was special and it was easy to strengthen one's connection with not only the force, but the universe itself. It was a soothing remedy to your delicate mind. Like being kissed and tucked back into bed after a horrible nightmare.

"You have a strong connection to the force here."

You froze, refusing to look at who spoke or to even blink. Was this a real person or was this another product of your damaged psyche?

"But you're not a force user, are you?"

The sound of footsteps approaching set every one of your nerves on edge and you started to shake. The spider you were holding scurried away after sensing your fear along with most of the bugs and frogs that have also come to visit.

The footsteps stopped about a meter away and finally, you turned to the side just slightly to see a tall figure looking down at you, but not with malice. At least, you hoped that was what you were sensing.

They had their arms politely behind their back, something shiny and silver was clipped to their belt.

"I have a different kind of power." You said meekly.

"One that most don't understand."

You only gave a small nod as the stranger got closer, but still far enough away so as not to startle you. You still hadn't looked at her head on.

"But it's a power that can also leave you vulnerable." She continued.

Slowly, you turned to finally see who this stranger was and even though you'd never seen her before in your life….your breath still caught in your throat.

She was tall and confident and exuded power. Her mannerisms alone suggested great wisdom and maturity. Someone who has seen a lot, someone who has done a lot. Someone from way before your time. From before Luke's, even.

You recognized her as a togruta woman with the signature white facial markings. You were briefly mesmerized by the striped head tails draped over her shoulders.

You frowned slightly after a long moment of unsure silence. You didn't look her in the face when you talked. You rarely looked anyone in the face when you did.

"Why are you talking to me?"

A strangely worded question but she knew what you really meant. Why was she here? Why was she interested in your power? Why did she care about your mental turmoil?

"I was called by the force to come here. My help will be needed very soon."

"I don't need your help." You tried to sound as polite as possible.

"Maybe that is true. But you'll need the help of people very close to you."

'He already helps me every single day. Even if he doesn't have to…'

"I'm not talking about Luke."

You whipped your head around, eyes wide with alarm.

She only gave a reassuring smile.

"We met once a few years ago when he trained his first student. I'm…a friend of the family."

Your alarm slowly dissipated until you were gazing off to the side again. You still didn't understand her interest in you or your condition.

"Something dark is plaguing you."

"Well…I've always been a little sick."

"It's different than that." Her tone darkened. "I sense an outside entity. And it will only continue to get stronger if you don't reach out."

You shook your head. "No, this isn't something anyone can ever save me from. My own mind is poisonous. And you're right, it will get worse. Slowly, but surely. And no one, not even I can stop it. The way to cure me is to kill me."

Your silence after that was horribly telling. Something in the stranger was saddened and suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You were almost surprised that you didn't startle.

"There is always another way."

Your eyes started to water when you answered. Your words were wobblier than before.

"Not for my family."

Neither of you spoke for several minutes. She looked at you with a mix of sympathy and concern while you fought to even out your breaths. To swallow back the tears and quickly wipe away any that escape.

"I…I have a rule…If I ever…"

Your eyes leaked despite you struggling to keep it together. Just the thought alone of this worst case scenario was overwhelming. It felt blasphemous. You were sickened to even say it out loud.

"If I ever…g-go after him. If-If I ever hurt him…"

You squeezed your eyes shut as her hold you tightened just a bit.

Though you couldn't finish the thought, she knew exactly what you were saying. You'd kill yourself if you ever hurt Luke.

"We don't have to let that happen. Whatever that darkness was that hurt you yesterday, it can be killed."

You frowned at her seemingly endless knowledge of you and your life, but you also had to remember that she was a vetted force user and could probably see into your past just as well as you could. And if she was older than Luke, which she was for sure, you could imagine just how powerful she was.

"You need to call your sister."

Once again you whipped your head, eyes even crazier than before.

"How do you know about my sister!?"

"Luke has mentioned some things. But mostly I can sense it. You need help from your own kind, your own blood."

"I thought you said your help was needed?"

"The force works in ways we don't always understand at first. But I'm meant to be here at this time."

You shook your head again, mostly to shake away the confusion. Your head was already starting to ache and you suddenly wanted to far far away from this stranger.

You gave her one last fearful look before rising, making her hand fall limp to her side. You brushed past her, only stopping when she spoke again.

"You'll understand soon. Better than I ever could. You'll be ready soon."

You didn't say anything, just wrapped your cloak tighter around you and slinking off into the woods.

At home, Luke was winding down after a long day of teaching, training, and coaching. He was changing into his night robes when R2 started beeping away at him.

"You know she likes to go for walks often. Don't worry, I can always tell where she's at or if she's safe."

More electronic beeping and squealing and Luke exhaled harshly.

"She's okay R2. Trust me, I'll be the first to jump into action if something happens."

The mouthy droid only got more frantic and frustrated at Luke's dismissal until finally, after a good five minutes of arguing, he slipped on his boots and went out after you. Mostly just to humor R2, who followed eagerly.

♤♤♤♤♤

You trudged farther and farther into the woods, that stranger's words still replaying in your head. You couldn't stop thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen.

What if she was right? What if you were being attacked? What if you did need your sister's help? What if this unseen force ends up killing you before you kill yourself? What if it ends up killing Luke?

At some point, your hands ran down your face as you cried out in agony, trying to scream away all of these terrifying thoughts. And on and on you walked, occasionally stumbling a bit off to the side.

You passed a bamboo cluster when you heard someone calling out your name. Your husband.

That was when you realized just how long you'd been gone because the sky was dark again and suddenly you knew you had to get home before things got bad.

But things weren't going to go bad, you told yourself. If you expect it, it will happen. So you repeated to yourself over and over while you headed towards Luke's voice.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine…" Over and over until the words no longer sounded like real words.

Luke called for you once more and you called back, telling him you were coming. But he didn't seem to hear you.

You must be too far away for your voice to carry. You did have a pretty soft voice especially compared to Luke, who's screeching could rival that of a wookie's. Thankfully, he's calmed down since his younger days.

You groaned and continued on, still reassuring yourself as you went.

♤♤♤♤♤

Luke's hands floated back down to his sides after calling you for the umpteenth time. R2 beeped and he only glanced at him once before speaking.

"That is weird. She usually always answers, even if it's just a small wavelength…" A subtle wave of energy that can carry any type of emotion.

The magic you practiced, or at least used to, was vastly different to what he tapped into. But it also made it easier to sense your presence. It calmed him, made him at ease. But now, he couldn't sense you at all. It was like you'd just disappeared off the face of the planet.

His heart sunk lower and lower at this until he ordered his trusty droid to keep watch where he was while he ran off through the thick trees, calling your name louder and louder until he was screaming your name like you'd just died in front of him.

♤♤♤♤♤

You passed the same cluster of bamboo sproutlings for the third time when Luke's voice started to distort into something else. A demonic bastardization of his real voice and you were struggling to find your way out of this endless loop. Because soon, you were certain that you were being chased by whatever was calling you and you sprinted until you could hear the quick footsteps of someone right on your heels.

No matter which way you ran, you always passed by the same cluster and no matter how hard you screamed, no one would hear you. You were trapped in a loop and you clawed at your own face, yanking on your hair, pounding on your own head. Trying to get it to stop, trying to escape this hell.

It was only when you saw him in the distance, clad in all black and covered with a great cape that a new adrenaline passed through you. You ran faster to catch up, calling and reaching out for him until he was within arms reach. You grabbed first for the fabric of his cloak to turn him around so he could face you but he wouldn't move. He was a statue. Cold and unfeeling.

You tugged again and called his name with a warbling voice.

Still nothing.

"Luke?" You paused to see if he'd do anything. When he didn't, you grabbed his arm hoping to get him to look at you but the second you did, a cold, clammy hand overtook yours.

You gasped instantly as the color of its skin resembled a decaying corpse than the golden color of Luke's complexion. When he turned to look at you, your blood froze in your veins when you were greeted with the gaunt face of a monster you hadn't thought of in years. One with razor sharp shark teeth and soulless royal purple eyes.

Her snarl was demonic. Every once of color drained from your face so you were just as pale as her.

Your knees already started to give out.

"M-Ma-Mama…?"

Your petrified whisper echoed through the woods around him as the droid tried his best to keep up.

He screamed your name much louder this time and was only met with another one of your scared whimpers.

He stopped when he caught just a whiff of your presence; you were close. He scanned every which way with a determined scowl, still unsure where to run. He could feel you but just barely. Something else was shielding you from him. Hiding you. Something evil, he was sure of it.

And then your scream filled the air more than the air itself. It made him run harder and harder until his legs were shouting at him to rest but he couldn't. Not until he knew you were safe.

When he did finally find you, you were curled up in a fetal position with your legs to your chest. You were crying like a child, he wasn't even sure you knew where you were. But he couldn't feel that foreign presence anymore. There was no one to protect you from it seemed.

He rushed over to your side and put a gentle hand over your head, but you recoiled from his touch. He jerked back, not knowing what to do. R2 came slipping out from the dark mass of trees, panicked with worry and trying to wake you with his incessant beeping and whistling. But Luke was quickly to softly talk him down before whispering and cooing to you, slowly bring you back down to reality until it was safe to touch you without you getting scared.

You peeked through your arms covering your face at his smiling form, coaxing you to open your eyes.

The world was still a haze and you could hardly move but you were there. You were aware.

"Oh, Maker…" he whispered, too low for you to hear.

Tonight was worse than before. But now he was starting to question the validity of your sickness. Was your mind really tainted? Or was there something else at play here? He felt that outside energy, something he'd never sensed before. He didn't know if it was human, or of any species he knew of in this galaxy. He knew it couldn't have been a Jedi, but it also felt far too sinister, even for a sith. Because this force, this entity, whatever it was, it didn't draw its power from rage. It felt too cold for that. Too unfeeling.

After several minutes of slowly bringing you to a lucid state, he slipped his arms beneath you to carry you in his arms like a bride. Though you still weren't fully sure what was going on, you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, resting your head against his chest.

"I think she was right…" you mumbled on the way back home.

Luke frowned.

"Who was right?"

You didn't answer for a long time. But you just as he thought you weren't going to at all.

"Ahsoka."

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If anyone is still reading, thank you, first of all. And second, please give me your feedback on if this story should be continued or not. I wrote this several months ago when I was still struggling with addiction to alcohol and this story was a way for me to comfort myself, but, as you can see, describes some harrowing mental spirals that I'm not entirely sure I can recreate, especially now that I'm sober.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is, I'm also a little afraid to continue this story. But I'm nevertheless, still proud of what I have written so far, so maybe it can be a good standalone and maybe someone else will use this idea to branch off into something better. Anyways, may the force be with you all.

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker/reader #luke skywalker x you #luke star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars angst

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bramble-scramble · 1 year

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Since I'm heading out for mexican food rn I wondered; do you have any hcs for Sparks of Hope characters' favorite kinds of food? Doesn't have to be the spark hunters lmao could be any one. I'll share mine once I'm back from the mexican place lol (and again sorry i bring up sparks of hope so much)

First of all, you don't have to apologize, second of all, hope you enjoy the food!! I only really get Mexican food these days when I'm visiting my relatives (I grew up in Texas but don't live there anymore). So I am jealous /lh

On that note it's hard not to imagine that Rabbid Luigi is obsessed with tacos. In his brain there is only one day, Taco Tuesday. It consumes all. It's not like they're the only thing he eats but.... he's thinkin about 'em all the time.

Rabbid Mario pretty much entirely eats pasta and pizza if he can help it; the kind of stuff Mario himself dreams about.

Rabbid Rosalina constantly has a hankering for really bizarre space-creature "seafood" because that's what she ate with Orion. Like the others will be talking about what they want for dinner and suggesting stuff like burgers or spaghetti and she'll be like "Dang I could really go for some fried granglepus from the grangnafar system" and everyone is just like ??!?!?

I'm actually really bad with food headcanons lol, but here are a few things I've already thought of, it's less about favorite foods but more general...

First of all, Dryad basically functions like a tree and she doesn't HAVE to eat food, she can persist entirely on sunlight, water and soil. But yes she has to eat the soil. She's so cute and dainty but Sweetlopek has come upon her just shoveling dirt in her mouth. AND SHE LOVES HER SOME GOOD DIRT- but she can also eat other things, berries and nuts mainly. She is becoming more adapted to other vegetables and cooked food via Sweetlopek's cooking.

Because, speaking of which, Sweets is a vegetarian. Despite his burly woodsman look, he has found himself unable to bring himself to hunt or even fish since he was a child (much to his father's embarrassment). He loves lil critters and he can't bear to harm one or think about harming one, which is one of the things Dryad loves about him. So he eats his veggies and he eats a LOT because he's a big boy. Woodrow is also a vegetarian; it's a pact they had since they were children. (Werewolf AU idea: it gives him a lust for meat that is totally unfamiliar for him...)

#alter answers #headcanons #mario + rabbids #mario plus rabbids

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aro-simp · 2 months

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i've asked a couple of ppl what their f/os would do if their s/i turned into a worm but for u i'll do it the other way around: what would you(r s/i) do if an f/o turned into a worm?

AW THANKS

FASCINATING question actually because there's so many ways it could go

Assuming I don't know who the worm is I would probably... just leave them be. I can get quite squeamish around worms for some reason! Maybe I'll put them into some moist soil outside :)

Assuming I know who the worm is? Well... depends on the exact f/o. I think for the vast majority I would just stare in wonder and try thinking VERY hard how to overcome the newly created communications barrier. Try and find a container to fill with dirt and craft a terrarium for the lil guys. No way I'm letting them outside where they could be snagged up by any bird or hedgehog! I think I'd have great fun trying to decorate a worm terrarium according to my f/os preferences.

In case of Julius, Ancano and Cahir I just... lsiten... I HAVE to cut them up, FOR SCIENCE, maybe I'll have more of each by the time they turn back (should they ever turn back). And you know while we're already on it... it's just a worm... And I'm just a meat suit... I would probably eat at least half a worm. For science obviously, not because of an insatiable need to Put Stuff I Like In Mouth... noooooo

Wurm specifically is abizt to GET BULLIED, like The Worm turns into A Worm? Hilarious. He won't have a peaceful minute for the rest of his slimy worm life.

Maybe worm f/o's would motivate me to keep an easy to care for pet (worm) by my side. Maybe I'll try and find them worm friends. Tho... I might get jealous.

For some f/o's... (mostly thinking here about Lestrade and Thorpe) I think I'd actually just cry. Liek what do you mean my man turned into a worm??? I love them worm? Maybe? But why? I want human man partner back? a tragedy without compare.

What if I step on them by accident? What if I step on them on purpose?

#ask response #WORMWORMWORMWORMWORM

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yourlocalmikankinnie · 2 years

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Helloo! Mod Kaede here,, May i request for a GN Reader as the SHSL Racecar driver?

And characters will be Rantaro, Shuichi, Kokichi! You may decline if you'd like, Have a nice day ahead!

Of course! I was never into cars though so apologizes if it turns out bad!

Characters: Rantaro, Kokichi, Shuichi

Ultimate Racecar Driver (Reader)

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Rantaro:

He heard about you when going adventuring for his sisters. He was interested in it and decided once he met you, to befriend you. He was just so pretty that you couldn't say no lol-

"hey, heard about you from [some random ass place he's been]. Your ultimate is interesting" "thanks 😩" "it's really not a problem, want to go to this place that sells food down the street?" "Sure 👍😳💅"

Kokichi:

Little shit head makes fun of it. Just run him over lmao, he'll stop if you do it enough. He begs you to let dice and him use your cars. Say no or they'll crash it.

"hey, enjoyed playing with your hot wheels? 🤭" "Shut the up, Kokichi" "no, but can me and dice use your cars 🥺🥺🥺🥺" "no but you can eat dirt 😼. *Drives off*"

Shuichi:

He's kinda jealous of your talent but he's grateful he's has one. He wished he could have fun like you. Take his ass outside and take him somewhere fun 💀

"thanks for taking me somewhere,, I had fun 🕵️👩‍🎤" "no problemo! I'm glad you had fun!"

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #Kokichi Oma x reader #Kokichi Ouma x reader #Kokichi x reader #Kokichi Oma #Kokichi Ouma #Kokichi #Rantaro Amami x reader #Rantaro x reader #Rantaro Amami #Rantaro #Shuichi Saihara x reader #Shuichi Saihara #Shuichi x reader #Shuichi

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bobbiworks · 4 months

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Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 45

"Ji!" Seunghan shouted as he reached the classroom door. Jiwoo was just heading out to do her daily task of taking care of their garden bed behind the school building. Their class planted daisies a month ago, and Jiwoo and Seunghan are in charge of checking it every afternoon before going to bed.

"Wait! I am going!" Jiwoo shouted back as she rushed towards him. Their classmates watched them together and started to talk if there was something going on with their relationship. They knew Jiwoo dated Wonbin, who was Seunghan's best friend, but the two have been close since Wonbin left.

Seunghan was carrying the gardening tools in one basket, including gloves and a watering can. "Do you have plans after this?" He asked her.

"Hmm, well, I don't have work today, so I might be visiting some academy to check some universities I could apply to," She replied with a smile. "You?"

"I was wondering if we could watch a movie, my treat." Seunghan softly spoke, as he wanted to hang out with her more today.

"What's showing?" She asked.

"I Spit on Your Grave," Seunghan replied, and Jiwoo's eyes sparkled in delight. "I knew you'd love it."

"Let's go? I'll pay for the snacks. We'll get pizza!" She excitedly chirped.

"Okay! That's a date then." Seunghan chuckled. They both reached the garden bed and went to check the soil condition and watered it. They were busy talking about their plans later on when two of their classmates approached them.

"You look good together; we won't be surprised if you guys started dating." They said, and Seunghan looked at Jiwoo, searching for any reaction. "Aren't you?"

"I appreciate the compliment, but Jiwoo's my best friend. I can love her in that way. Right, Ji?" Seunghan said, making the girls squeal in excitement as they found it romantic for Seunghan to say that.

"Please," Jiwoo scoffed, but it was a statement Seunghan said that gave her relief. Their classmates left them alone; Jiwoo took a handful of soil and threw it on his legs. "Why do you have to say it that way? People will start talking."

"Hey, hey! You could have just thanked me." Seunghan laughed.

"But do you really mean that?" She finally asked, Seunghan was brushing the dirt off his pants, and she helped him. He walked towards her and ruffled her hair. "I'm serious."

"I really mean it," Seunghan smiled. "I may still have some lingering feelings for you, but I want to be with you forever until we are old. I want to be your friend you can trust, lean on, and love…"

"Platonically?" She continued.

Seunghan snorted and nodded in defeat, "Yes, platonically, Ji. I realized that I make you happy this way and nothing's gonna change that." He pinched her cheek, which he really liked to do to show his fondness.

"What if you start to like someone?" She asked; it was inevitable for Seunghan, who was very handsome, smart, and an all-rounder, to not be liked by someone out there.

"Are you going to be jealous?" He tilted his head as he pulled away from her cheek. "Hmm, if she likes you the way I like you, then that would be it."

"Isn't that too much?" Jiwoo chuckled, "But I really hope you find someone who loves you the way you are, Seunghan." She ruffled his hair. "You are getting taller, aigoo."

"Aigoo, and you remained." He teased, earning a flick from her on his forehead. "Ouch!"

....

It turns out the movie they wanted to see was rated-18, and they were not allowed to watch it because of their age, unless they were with an adult. Seunghan was a little bit younger than Jiwoo, born in the first month of the year, while he was born in the 10th. They sat on a bench across from the cinema, both sighing in defeat as they watched the moviegoers buy tickets and just simply enjoy the show.

Jiwoo was hugging the bowl of popcorn they ought to eat while watching, while Seunghan held their drinks.

"Did you really not check if we are allowed to watch the movie?" Jiwoo asked, glaring at Seunghan, who looked as dumbfounded as she was. "We are both the smartest kids in class but lack social awareness about cinemas!"

"I am sorry! Okay? How about we watch High School Musical?" Seunghan pointed at the other poster.

"What? No way!" Jiwoo frowned. "Can't we do something else aside from watching a movie?" She turned to him. "If only we had an adult friend…" She sighed, but suddenly, both of them had the greatest idea ever thought of. When they looked at each other, they both started laughing excitedly.

...

"Why do you even watch this kind of movie?" Shotaro sighed as the three of them stood in line to buy the tickets. He was already in college and allowed to watch the movie, but the problem was, the movie Seunghan and Jiwoo wanted to watch was gruesome.

"Just sleep when you feel like not watching," Jiwoo patted his shoulder. "I am so glad you are free today!" She chuckled, and both her and Seunghan pitched in to buy tickets for Shotaro.

"I can't believe I am babysitting 16-year-olds." He sighed in defeat. Finally, they got the tickets, and Shotaro went with the two inside. He planned to leave after 20 minutes of the movie, as he had to do a lot of errands.

"Come on, oppa, this is one of the movies I've been waiting for," Jiwoo said as she kept hitting his arm, getting all excited about the show. She was sitting between Shotaro and Seunghan, on her left.

Shotaro planned to watch only 20 minutes of the movie, but he got hooked on the story. Eventually, he ended up throwing up in the men's restroom after the movie ended. Seunghan had to go with him, leaving Jiwoo by the exit door. She stood there, waiting and worrying about her friend, but she couldn't stop smiling at how exciting the movie was.

"Aigoo, hyung…" Seunghan sighed as they walked out of the cinema, Shotaro looking pale from throwing up almost everything he ate. Jiwoo gave him soda water to rehydrate himself.

"I hate to say this, but you guys are built different!" Shotaro sighed, causing the two to laugh at him.

"But, thank you!" Jiwoo said as she held his hands. "This is one of the best days ever! Thank you, Seung!" She then turned to Seunghan and gave him a tight hug. "You are the best!"

...

Seunghan and Jiwoo walked to the bus stop, still talking about the movie they watched. Shotaro had to leave afterward due to a class reporting. The two best friends were laughing out loud, and it felt like they were in cloud nine after the movie date they had.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Ji," Seunghan said while patting her head. "Maybe we can do it some other time again. What do you think?"

"You have my word. We'll watch a movie you'd like next time," Jiwoo said as she pinched her male friend's cheeks. "Thank you! It felt like I really needed to watch it."

"You sure did," Seunghan said. "Ji…" He began to speak again, his voice soft and mellow, causing Jiwoo to stop and hum in response. "Wonbin sent me a package. I haven't opened it yet."

"He did?" Jiwoo pretended to be surprised and happy for him, but deep inside, it made her deeply anxious. "Why haven't you opened it yet?"

"Because I want to tell you. I want to open the box with you," he said. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but I did not want to spoil the fun."

"I'm sure it's all for you," Jiwoo said, reassuring that it was alright if he only remembered Seunghan.

"Is that a no?" Seunghan asked, worried that Jiwoo might have felt upset when he mentioned Wonbin. "Come on, I'll bring it to school tomorrow."

"So you are going to open it with our friends?" She asked, and Seunghan nodded. Jiwoo didn't like the idea and insisted he should just open it alone and let others know about it later on. She was hopeful, and at the same time, she did not want to expect something from Wonbin either. "I'll pass on it, Seung."

"Why? What if he brought you something?" Seunghan tried to make light of the situation, but it only made Jiwoo feel bad, so he stopped when he saw her trying to collect her emotions inside. He pulled her close and hugged her. "Okay, I'm sorry. I won't insist now."

"T-Thank you," she softly said as she felt a bit at ease when Seunghan stopped.

...

She was walking her way home, thoughts filled with questions about whether Wonbin remembered her or not. The uncertainty pained her so much that she cursed herself under her breath, kicking a pebble she found on her way. Passing by a group of thugs in the alleyway, she noticed their presence but remained unfazed. They knew Jiwoo was not someone to be messed with, as she could hold her own against anyone.

"There you are," a familiar voice reached her ears. Looking up, she saw Eunseok standing by their house gate. The door was open, indicating that he had visited her parents before waiting for her outside. "I was waiting for you."

"It's already 8–" Jiwoo tried to protest, but Eunseok's presence was somehow a relief for her. Annoyed yet thankful, she continued, "What are you doing here?"

"I thought of visiting you tonight," he smiled. "Dinner?"

"Finished. I was with Seunghan a while ago," Jiwoo explained, realizing that she shouldn't be explaining to him. "You should go home; it's already late." She attempted to walk past him, but Eunseok blocked her way.

"What seems to be the problem, Jiwoo?" he asked, his tone not interrogative but understanding. He seemed to know that she was facing an issue.

"Nothing is wrong," Jiwoo replied, avoiding his eyes. "I'm tired."

"I see. I guess I'll try again next time," Eunseok smiled and handed her a small gift box. He didn't stay for another minute and slowly walked away. Jiwoo opened the box, only to find it empty. She was confused about why he gave her an empty box.

"Mom, I'm home," she announced as she stepped inside their house. Her family was already eating fruits in the living room, asking if she had met Eunseok outside. They didn't know she had met him and even pushed him away.

"I saw the Crow Gang outside. Have they been causing problems again?" Jiwoo asked.

"I heard they are. They target new faces at night. One of them got arrested, but their parents bailed them out, and they continue to cause trouble!" Mrs. Shim angrily explained. This made Jiwoo think of Eunseok. Grabbing a bamboo stick she used for training with her dad, she ran outside to catch up with Eunseok.

It didn't take long, but Eunseok was nowhere in sight. "Song… Song Eunseok!" she shouted, checking every possible street. She finally reached the place where she had spotted the Crow Gang earlier. There, in her terror, she saw Eunseok standing amidst the crowd of thugs.

"Eunseok!" Jiwoo shouted, making everyone turn their heads in her direction, including Eunseok. "Hey! Let him go," she ordered the thugs, but they only laughed at her.

"Finder's keepers!" one thug spat, waddling toward her. Jiwoo warned him not to get too close or he'd be hurt. "What you gonna do? Huh? Hit me with a stick?"

"I am warning you," Jiwoo said. They knew she could fight, but they hadn't seen her in action. She only used her skills to defend herself in times of trouble, and this situation definitely called for it. The thugs were smart enough to pick an area where residential houses were far away, and only three lamp posts were working.

"Jiwoo, let me handle this," Eunseok tried to deescalate the situation, despite being abducted by the thugs. The moment he spoke, the leader grabbed his hair and pushed him to the ground, hitting his head on the pavement.

"Handle that sucker," the leader spat, watching Eunseok lying on the ground with a bruise on his left eyebrow.

"Ya!!" Jiwoo angrily yelled and charged her way to the thugs. Calculating their numbers, she defended herself one by one with the bamboo stick she brought. Swiftly beating four thugs, she then went on to knock out the remaining three with well-placed strikes to their heads. There were five more people, including the boss and a girl. Jiwoo found it ridiculous to have a girl in the group of thugs. The girl even carried a pocket knife to attack Jiwoo, but Jiwoo skillfully dodged the knife, twisted her wrist painfully, and slapped her hard on the face, knocking her out. Jiwoo did not have time to assess the other three men when they charged towards her. She held her arms covering her face, but Eunseok came flying across them, kicking them aside altogether. Jiwoo blinked, surprised, as she saw Eunseok offering his hand. "Come on."

"I'll get the boss," Eunseok said, wanting to confront the person who had grabbed his hair, taken his wallet, and ordered his thugs to attack Jiwoo. He grabbed the boss' collar, kicked his stomach with his knee, and then delivered a powerful punch to the face, knocking the boss out cold. Jiwoo, on the other hand, picked up her bamboo stick and gave three forceful hits to the head, hips, and legs, immobilizing the man on the ground.

Just as they thought it was the end, another group of the same thugs arrived, witnessing Jiwoo and Eunseok incapacitating their gang. Eunseok wanted to fight more, but it wasn't the best option. Jiwoo grabbed Eunseok's hand and dragged him out of the scene. The thugs chased after them, screaming and shouting in unison as they pursued the two who had injured their boss. Jiwoo, familiar with every street and corner of her neighborhood, used her knowledge to lead them to the nearest help possible.

She spotted a police car arresting a couple of thugs loitering in the park and sat on a bench next to it. Officer Lee, a family friend, was present. "Ms. Shim, what seems to be–" Officer Lee stopped when he saw the bleeding man next to Jiwoo. His attention shifted to a group of thugs running towards them, but they quickly retreated when Officer Lee started chasing them. Other police cars nearby went after the fleeing thugs.

Unknown to Jiwoo, she was still holding Eunseok's hand as she watched the thugs disappear from sight. She sighed in relief, now that they were in an area where help was accessible. "They're gone," she said and turned to Eunseok, noticing the bruise on his left eyebrow. "You got hurt."

"I'm fine. It's just a small cut," Eunseok assured, but Jiwoo held his hand again and took him to a nearby drugstore. There, she bought antibiotic cream, iodine, cotton swabs, and adhesive plaster for his bruises. Eunseok sat on a bench outside, eating a popsicle while waiting for her. When she returned, she sat next to him. He was busy eating, so he forgot about his bruise. Jiwoo cupped his cheeks and made him turn to her. "Don't move," she said, proceeding to clean his wounds.

She attended to his wounds as gently as she could, avoiding any unnecessary pressure on his face. She noticed how Eunseok stared at her while she cleaned his wounds. When she finished, she immediately pulled away, pretending not to be affected by the intimate distance between their faces.

"Clean it from time to time," she said, placing the bag on his lap.

"Thank you," Eunseok snickered. His current behavior was getting on her nerves. She glared at him, waiting for him to notice her anger. "Why?"

"Why are you here? I told you not to come here without telling me, especially not this late!" she sighed, trying to contain her anger.

"Because I missed you. I didn't see you at school today, so I wanted to see you," he replied.

"Now you've seen me, so you should have gone home—take a taxi or get your driver or something," she said, waving her hand aggressively to shoo Eunseok away. But it only made Eunseok frown.

"Why is it that you keep your distance from me the most? You never had a problem with Seunghan," Eunseok sighed, hurt by Jiwoo's different treatment. His question, however, had a different impact on Jiwoo, who immediately stopped and struggled to find words. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No," Jiwoo spoke too soon, catching herself off guard.

"Then why?" Eunseok asked.

"Because… Just…" Jiwoo became speechless. Why indeed? Were there times when he reminded her of Wonbin? Definitely no. Were there times when her heart fluttered because of Eunseok? Maybe? She was at war with herself, heaving out a frustrated sigh.

"Alright," Eunseok said, in defeat.

"Alright, what?" She asked, confused by his sudden statement when she hadn't even said anything sensible to make him say 'alright.'

"I won't bother you," Eunseok declared. "Even if you say I'm not making you uncomfortable, your actions say otherwise. Alright. I won't bother you anymore," he said with a firm smile. "Thanks for your help. I'll be waiting for my driver here."

She barely said a word. Was that it? Was Eunseok really not going to bother her anymore? It's what she wanted, right? Yet, why did it feel wrong?

"Your friend is here," Eunseok said, referring to Officer Lee, who was walking towards them.

"Ms. Shim, and?" Officer Lee asked, waiting for Eunseok to speak.

"Nobody," Eunseok smiled. "I won't be staying long; my driver's here," he said and didn't even give Jiwoo a look before he left. It was an awkward parting, and Jiwoo felt horrible.

"Was that your boyfriend?" Officer Lee asked, and Jiwoo didn't say a thing. "Hmm, I'll give you a ride home. I called Mr. Shim about the situation, and he told me to give you a lift."

"Okay," Jiwoo replied and followed the officer's lead to his motorcycle.

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