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the-milk-monarch · 4 months

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hello hello! I really like your writing! can I request a Mal x autistic reader but all good if not. Have a nice day/night!

☣︎ omg yes I wanted to write sth similar but I felt like it'd be too self-serving lmao I hope you don't mind I added Mike in there as well

[𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚂/𝙾]

Summary: Mal pretends to be Mike but Reader picks up on it. After the reveal, Reader has to spent a cold night out with Mal as a challenge + dating headcanons.

[𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎]

Ever since you joined the Total Drama show, you knew you had to get an ally if you were to win.

Your social skills weren't the best, but you had your good problem solving skills to make up for that. At least you hoped so.

You were a little anxious while interacting with other contestants, hoping they wouldn't notice your a bit different approach to conversations.

But there was one boy who didn't seem to mind your awkwardness. On the contrary, he was a bit awkward as well, which filled you with adoration.

Mike was always so kind and respectful you never felt anxious around him, even with your quirky way of speaking.

Or the fact that you avoided eye contact while you spoke.

And when you cringed at yourself whenever you tripped on the flat ground, he didn't think of you any less, he was just worried whether you hurt yourself or not.

You could say you caught a small crush on Mike because of how comfortable you felt with him, but you knew he was interested in Zoey.

Although you were unsure about some small gestures received from him. "Was he just nice or is it his interest?" played in your head, although your mind told you to assume the worst and not hype yourself up.

That didn't stop you from simping from afar though.

What you loved the most about Mike was his willingness to listen to you ramble about your special interest.

You were really worried about being annoying around other people, knowing you might get a bit too excited the stuff you like and it'd be "inappropriate".

But Mike seemed to be into it, asking follow up questions and overall being engaged with you talking.

Your trust towards Mike was put to a test once you got a bit too overwhelmed in the middle of a challenge.

This particular day you seemed to have extra clumsy coordination which pissed you off a little, as it was important for you to win this time, given how strict the criteria for losing were this time.

"God, I have enough-" You desperately and a bit irritated announced while trying to tie a knot.

The challenge Chris McLean decided to do today was a scout obstacle course. Each person had to partner up with someone and do some scout activities, which included tying knots into various shapes shown on the picture.

The rope fell out of your hands for the 5th time while you were almost done with it and it made you forcibly exhale in irritation.

Mike had just finished his part of the activity and he noticed you had some troubles.

"Um, what is it?" He asked carefully, looking at your closed off body language.

"My hands don't listen to me and I can't tie these damn knots-" You tried not to make a scene, hating how much a simple, stupid task made you upset.

Your breathing got slightly heavier as you tried to suppress your rising emotions. You knew you had the right to express it, but not now. Not in front of Mike.

You took a step back from the ropes laying on the ground helplessly and given up, wanting to get some space from the irritating item.

Mike had noticed your change of attitude and immediately sensed you were losing it a bit.

"Hey, it's fine- I'll do your part." He suggested quickly, hoping to give some reassurance. "I-it's just ropes, right? We can still win!"

You felt a bit silly but you had no power to complete the task. You meekly nodded.

You stood there, just looking at his hard work until he finished.

"Okay, let's go!" Mike announced as he was done with your both parts.

At the end of the day, you and Mike managed to avoid elimination and after the challenge ended, you had some alone time to yourself.

Once you had a chance to be alone for a second, you quickly escaped the large crowd of people, wanting to get some space after such tiring situation.

You were chilling on a bench until you noticed a familiar face appearing on your radar.

Mike had managed to find you.

You quickly changed your way of cross legged sitting on a bench due to fear of being perceived as weird, even though you knew Mike probably wouldn't bat an eye on that.

You politely smiled as he approached you.

"Hey, there you are-" Mike reciprocated your smile a bit nervously.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you, but I noticed you kind of- disappeared from the rest earlier, did something happen? Are you alright?" He asked with worry on his face which made you soften your expression. Did he really care about your wellbeing so much he came after you?

"No, no, you're not disturbing-" You said, halfly honest. You wanted some time alone for yourself, but you couldn't say you didn't appreciate him coming here.

He came up to the bench you were sitting on and sat beside you, keeping a respectful distance.

You didn't even notice when you started slightly bouncing your leg as you spoke.

To a keen eye (or even not so) it was clear that even though your face was calm, you had some bottled stress inside.

Mike was mindful enough to notice it, so he proceeded carefully.

"So- you're fine, just wanted to- chill out alone for a second?" Mike gently asked, looking at your face, even though your eyes avoided his.

"Yeah. You know, people overwhelm me a bit sometimes-" You admitted a bit bluntly.

"Oh, yeah, it's fine, I get what you mean-" He assured you with a smile. But then his smile faltered a little in worry.

"Wait, since you wanted to be alone, aren't I a bother?" He asked again, ready to stop bugging you in case it wasn't welcomed.

You softly smiled at his politeness.

"No, I said you're not a bother. I don't mind you being here, and- I like that you came here, actually." You admitted with a bit awkward and coy smile. You weren't used to speaking your mind freely like that, in case something came out wrong, but you concluded your response was acceptable.

Mike grinned bashfully as he remembered your previous words.

"Right, right, sorry heh." He scratched his neck as he showed a toothy grin.

"So..." He started after a few seconds.

"Tell me if I'm crossing any boundaries here, but I felt like there was some shift from you since that, um, knot situation." He carefully said. "...Are you- mad at me? Did I do something?"

You cringed internally at yourself.

"Oh, eh- no-" You quickly chimed in. "No, I'm sorry if I came off that way-"

"I just got a bit overwhelmed because I'm so clumsy- But I'm alright now." You assured him with a half smile while your leg continued to bounce. Until you noticed the movement and promptly stopped.

Mike had noticed all of your quirks but never commented on them.

"Hey, it's alright- I didn't mind helping you." He gave you a warm and a calm smile.

You waited a bit before thinking about saying something.

"I- I dunno if you know what a 'meltdown' is...?" You carefully started. You never explicitly stated you're autistic, nor you wanted people to treat you like a child whenever they found out, but you trusted Mike wouldn't do that.

Mike blinked once before tilting his head slightly.

"A meltdown... Uh..." He looked at the ground, trying to think about it.

You explained before he could say anything else, saving him from an awkward silence.

"It's an autism thing, I just kinda shut off for a moment there. I know it's not really useful in a competition." You bluntly admitted, waiting for his reaction.

Mike then seemed to get the idea "Oh, right! Yeah, yeah I know what is it." He nodded to emphasize.

"You- You don't have to worry about that! I know how it is to get overwhelmed sometimes-" He chuckled nervously.

"Just so you know, it doesn't change anything." He showed yet another reassuring smile which made the corners of your lips move up as well. "I'll help you whenever you need it!"

"...Thanks." You hoped the shine in your bashful eyes didn't expose your feelings too much.

["𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎"]

After several days on the island, you noticed something changed. Mike seemed off to you.

Others didn't seem to notice, but your eyes caught some discrepancies in the way Mike acted.

His whole demeanor changed in an uncanny way.

You were used to being very chatty around him due to his always reciprocative stance, but recently Mike started to seem annoyed.

Worries flared up immediately once you noticed he might get bored of your ramblings, so you decided to ask him about it.

"Hey, uh, Mike? Can I ask you a question?" You tried to casually introduce the topic.

"Hm? Yeah, sure. Go on." He answered with fake investment in his voice, smiling.

"Am I talking too much? You can tell me to stop if you got bored or something-" You awkwardly informed him, hoping you weren't a bother after all, waiting for the confirmation.

He stopped for a moment, showing an unsure but cheery smile.

"Oh, no, no- Of course I love listening to you- But I'm just a bit tired today, so maybe you could tone it down a little today?" He tried to be as gentle as ever while shutting you up.

He wasn't very disrespectful but it kind of hurt you. Even though you knew he had the full right to politely ask you to stop, you thought he enjoyed the discussions with you.

You tried once again a few times, but all you were met with was subtly seeping annoyance from his responses.

"Oh my, that's interesting- But tell me, do you have anything else to talk about?" He asked while smiling and pretending to be invested.

"Uh- yeah. If you want I can-"

"Cool. Then talk about something else." He abruptly cut you off.

So with time you slowly shut up with the ramblings, which Mike seemed to be happy about.

You couldn't believe he just changed like that, as if it wasn't him. But you also felt like you had any right to force him into listening to you.

The changes in his behavior didn't stop at that, as you also noticed some remarks coming his way, which you had trouble deciding whether it was sarcasm or not.

He also seemed to get a bit more demanding, not being as keen to help you with things now.

You didn't take Mike's kindness for granted of course, but you knew something changed.

You had a bad feeling.

Your logical thinking made you come up with theories on what happened.

You knew about Mike's D.I.D. and wondered if it was maybe someone else. But you also knew Mike's alters well enough to know it wasn't any of the ones you were acquainted with.

Only thing that stopped you from outright asking him about it was your common decency. It would be rude to just assume.

So you decided to test something.

You once again started your favorite topic, one that Mike had a lot of questions and discussion about while he still acted like himself.

"Hey, Mike, I recently thought about that one tv show we talked about recently and I forgot to tell you some trivia. Wanna listen to the facts about [character] or [character2]?" You asked with halfly casual tone, wanting to check his reaction. You mentioned Mike's favorite action movie, so you believed he would reply with some enthusiast about it.

"Wow- um- Yeah, [character2] sounds good." He responded with pretended interest but you caught some annoyance from him, "per usual".

"...I thought you didn't like [character2]?" You asked a tricky question. The character in question was his favorite one. At least Mike's favorite. You purposefully asked an untrue question.

"Eh- I mean- Hate-listening is a thing, right?" He tried to get out of the hole he fell in due to not listening previously to you. His attempts at trying to be casual were obvious to you now.

You stopped for a moment to look him briefly in the eyes.

"Actually, you mentioned [character2] being your favorite." You tilted your head and raised your brow a bit accusatory.

He looked to the side, as if caught in a lie, but still tried to save face.

"Well tastes change, don't they?" He crossed his arms in a bit of annoyance because of you poking holes in his story.

"That's really rude of you." He furrowed his brows in slight irritation as his patience was running out.

That was it, you knew Mike wouldnt' just tell you that! Or, at least you hoped you were right about it.

You took a leap of faith as you also crossed your arms in a defensive state, staring at him.

"You're not Mike are you?" You asked bluntly.

He got a bit surprised at your boldness.

"What?" He chuckled a bit patronizingly, as if you said something stupid. "Of course I'm Mike. Why do you say that?"

"Well- I didn't wanna assume, but looking at your behavior recently I noticed you got a lot less enthusiastic about spending time with me. So obviously something's up." You concluded, still sticking to your belief. You hoped you weren't wrong.

"God you have to overthink everything, do you?" His tone changed to a slightly deeper one.

You noticed him gracefully swish his hair in a way which made his bangs cover his eye.

"Are you usually this annoying? How did Mike even managed to deal with you?" He expressed his thoughts freely now while you were under his judging eye.

Your eyes widened a little - you were right, it wasn't Mike.

"Wow, okay- Who are you then?" You asked now without any restriction.

"I'm Mal." He responded with arrogance.

"And if you tell anyone I'm not that nerdy freak, you're done." He added with an undertone of threat.

"Hey, what's with that hostility?" You tilted your head and asked a bit bluntly but still remaining polite.

"I am simply direct. I don't have the time or patience to deal with any of your foolish questions." Mal's cold and serious persona was quite intimidating, but you managed to stay calm.

"Okay- I'm direct too, but I don't have to threat you while at it." You pointed out calmly.

"I'm not threatening you. I'm simply telling you what will happen if you reveal my true self to anyone else." Mal's words echoed a threat without any hesitation.

You sighed, sensing some mixed messages from him. "Alright- Uh, so- Why don't you want me to tell others you're not Mike?"

"It's not your business." Mal's face displayed no change in expression, still remaining as firm and strict as ever.

You waited a bit before shrugging. "...Fair enough."

Mal stared at you, showing no reaction whatsoever. "Anything else?"

"Uh- Since you're obviously not Mike, why don't we start again?" You tried to make something out of this unusual situation.

Mal raised his brow skeptically, trying to sense your intentions with that question.

"And what do you mean by that?" Mal's demeanor stayed unchanged, keeping a sharp and indifferent look on his face.

"Like- I know nothing about you, but- I'm opened to still hold an alliance, you know?" You shrugged, hoping he'll agree.

"I'm not looking for any kind of alliance with you." Mal's words sounded harsh and blunt. He never cared for any relationships, especially with people he doesn't even know.

"Okay, harsh." You bluntly put it, a bit awkward he wasn't keen on it. "But- uh, why not?"

"Because there will never be any mutual benefits here." Mal's statement was short and concise, showing no further interest in their current conversation.

"Uh- How so?" You continued.

"You have nothing worthwhile to offer me. No one else has anything worthwhile to offer me either. It's why I'm alone." Mal's words sounded as cold and harsh as ever, as if you weren't even there.

"…Isn't it a bit lonely?" You didn't wanna push the matter further, but without Mike or anyone else in an alliance, you felt lonely yourself. That's why you tried to save the situation you had before.

Mal stayed silent for a bit. "Lonely? Yes. Do I care? No." Mal's face showed no visible change of expression, staying as cold as ever.

"It doesn't matter to me if I'm alone. I can survive on my own, I don't need any friends. I never have and never will."

Your face showed a bit of concern as well as mixed emotions.

It was hard to get to him, but you still had some hopes.

"Well- I'm not saying you need them, but- since I already know you're not Mike, why can't we be at least on a positive terms?" You tried your best to seem an appealing friend.

Mal stayed silent for a bit, considering your words. He remained indifferent and unamused, but your words at least reached his ears.

"You don't even know me, yet you want to be on positive terms with me… Are you that desperate?" He looked at you patronizingly amused.

"I'm trying to be nice here." You bluntly said, a bit discouraged by his unwillingness to cooperate.

"Nice, you say? Do you even know what 'nice' means? To my knowledge, 'nice' is something you do to manipulate people and get their trust. I'm not interested in those kinds of games." Mal's words were cold and sharp, as if challenging you to answer him.

You stood there a bit dumbfounded at his definition of "nice". "No- And I'm sorry you had this experience if that's what you think it means. But I hold no malice towards you, really."

"Well you're either lying, or you're just a fool. I haven't decided yet." Mal didn't make an effort to hold back his words, just letting them slip with his usual bluntness.

You rolled your eyes slightly, but you were determined to change his mind. "Look, I know you have no reason to trust me, like me, or even believe me, but- let's say it makes us even then? We get to be in an alliance, and I don't tell your secret?" You didn't like blackmail, but you had to save yourself somehow.

"…Let's say your offer interests me… What would be your goal of this alliance?" Mal's demeanor changed slightly, becoming noticeably more analytical and entertaining the possibility at least slightly.

"Well- First off, a buddy is always nice to have on the competition, second reason- I like Mike. And you're a part of Mike So- I also wanna be friends with you. And- I hope that's reasonable?" You put it in a honest way.

Mal chuckled out loud before looking at you entertained and looking as if he was about to burst your bubble. "But I'm no Mike. If you think I'm gonna act like him then you're mistaken."

"No, I don't." You quickly disregarded his words. "That's why I suggested a fresh start."

You waited a bit before elaborating more. "Yes, I know that probably sounds stupid, but I'll be blunt. I just wanna make a friend and stay in the game. And I suck at social interactions." You knew how desperate you probably were to him, given his indifferent approach to you, but you had no other idea what to do.

Mal was clearly entertained by your responses. He couldn't help but chuckle at their naivety and the sheer persistence of being his 'friend' or something similar. "…You're one odd individual. I must say."

Mal stood silently for a moment, pondering the possibilities for an alliance between you two. He sighed before responding. "…Very well" Mal's face looked serious now, having a proposition in store.

"Should you fail to respect my boundaries, or try to manipulate me in any way… you're dead meat." Mal's tone of voice changed a bit too, now sounding as if he weren't joking anymore.

"And I also want you to not interfere with any of my plans. Understood? I can tolerate working with you for the time being, but only for the sake of mutual benefits." Mal's words were harsh and intimidating, but there seemed to be a slight tinge of… skepticism.

That was a good thing, you thought, because at least he was considering your request.

You nodded.

[Mal at the confessional]

"I can't decide whether they're planning something I didn't give them credit for, or are they that stupid to think I'm really gonna be in a real alliance with them." Mal chuckled to the camera. "Probably the latter." He added with a smug smirk. "That naive pawn… it's too easy to manipulate them. All that talk about "friendship…" nonsense." He obnoxiously mocked your words with a hand gesture as his look held entertainment. "As if that mattered to me… or anyone." Mal thought to himself out loud. "No one ever mattered to me, and they never will. People are merely tools in my eyes, and I will use them to get what I want..." His expression seemed to stay serious and pondering for a moment before the video cut off.

[𝙼𝚊𝚕]

You had very mixed feelings about the situation.

You were very well aware Mal probably didn't respect you and only agreed to it for his benefit, you weren't stupid.

But you also had some hopes he would come around with time.

Your relationship proceeding further was very rocky, as Mal didn't really treat you with kindness, which you kind of expected, but weren't happy about.

Still, he didn't try to vote you off, and for the time being it worked.

You were a bit lost about what to do, but the days on the island didn't let you have a break to think about things, and the challenges proceeded as usual.

Today's challenge was a camp-out one. People in the team had to partner up with someone and then spend a night outside, in the forest.

"Easy enough", you thought, but you noticed some eye-roll from Mal.

Obviously you and Mal ended up being partners, due to the "mutual" alliance you had.

Once the teams had chose their respective campsites and you were alone, Mal swooshed his hair so it fell on his eye once again without a comment, seemingly more comfortable with this hairstyle instead of Mike's usual standing hair.

"So- How about this place?" You pointed out to a simple area that didn't have a lot of pinecones on the ground, offering a softer ground to set a tent on.

"Whatever, can be." He briefly acknowledged your words without any further interest.

You were a bit tired of his apathetic demeanor but you let it slide.

You placed your backpack on the ground, preparing to take out the necessary equipment.

Mal sat on some available tree root, expecting you to do all the work.

It took you some time but you were determined to set out the tent properly, even under Mal's judging eye.

To no avail. Without an instruction, it wasn't your strong suit to just "wing it".

Mal raised his brow unamusedly while crossing his arms.

"God that's pathetic." He commented without any hesitance.

"Okay then, you do it." You crossed your arms as well, now looking at him.

You heard a "tch-" from him. "Really? You're that helpless?" He smirked.

"It would appear so." You just bluntly admitted, gaining some surprise from Mal, which quickly disappeared after a moment.

"Weak." He murmured to himself, making sure you also heard him. He walked up to the tent, setting it up without much resistance.

You plopped down on the tree trunk Mal was previously sitting on, watching him work.

After he was done you didn't want to be useless, so you got up with an idea of gathering some wood. What's a camp without a camp-fire, eh?

Mal saw you leave but didn't comment anything, choosing to go sit in the tent he just set up.

You were really trying to be nice and respectful to Mal, but he was slowly draining your willingness to do it.

As you were collecting random twigs from the ground you were thinking about him though.

No one was mean without a reason, and given Mike's situation, he probably went through lots of stuff to get to his current behavior, which made you feel sympathetic towards him.

You came back to your little campout, noticing Mal lazily sitting inside the tent, holding a knife in his one hand that was carving the wood he held in the other. You wondered where did he get it from?

"I brought wood." You announced, letting the twigs fall onto the floor.

"Congrats, you made yourself useful." He commented briefly, but mostly ignoring you.

It was a start at least.

Soon enough the air became colder, forcing you to make a fire.

You gathered some rocks and formed them along with several pieces of wood, trying to set the fire with 2 rocks, as you had to do with Mike on scout-type challenge, until Mal took out a match with unamused expression and started the fire.

You blinked as you saw the fire appear, then looked at Mal. "How did you get a match?"

"I stole it." He replied carelessly without a hint of shame.

"...Okay, that works." You only managed to say.

You both got near the source of warmth in a careful distance away from each other, you sitting on the tree trunk nearby, him sitting in the tent.

The challenge was going pretty smoothly, until it began to pour.

The rain quickly took out your fire, making Mal groan in irritation.

As you felt the droplets of water on your clothes, you quickly went into the tent where Mal was taking most of the space, but he reluctantly moved to the corner once he saw you coming.

You stayed silent as you observed the aggressive change of the weather, with Mal not making a peep either, only keeping his outward display of annoyance towards the rain visible.

It was getting dark and cold, with the weather having no plans of going back to the sunny afternoon it previously was.

Mal backed out into the tent, sitting quietly and looking outside with an upset expression on his face.

There was a long, awkward silence that got to you internally, but you didn't want to risk annoying Mal with bringing up "annoying" topics to talk about, as you had no other ideas.

You came to the show with quite a thick jacket with a hood on, so the cold didn't bother you that much, but you observed Mal pressing his bent knees to his stomach in attempt to keep warm.

There was no sign of struggle from his side though, as he made a good job of sitting still, acting like it wasn't bothering him, with the exception of subtle trembles of his body once in a while.

It was obvious he felt cold with only a short-sleeved shirt to keep him warm.

"Are you cold?" You asked hesitantly, even though you knew the answer.

He shot you a death glare. "I'm fine."

You waited a second, looking at him briefly and thinking about your options. You decided to press further.

"You have short sleeves though." You pointed out, looking at his face getting agitated.

"So fucking what? My fault this moron can't dress properly?" He barked at you with hostility, as if you were pointing out his misfortune.

"No." You responded a bit taken aback by his tone, but you remained calm.

"But- We can share." You made your intentions clear as you took off the jacket, handing it to him.

He looked at you with skeptic and confused eyes as if you had some hidden intentions behind that move, but he accepted the gift without any comment.

You noticed his grumpy expression soften slightly but still keeping that distrustful glare, avoiding your eye as he put the jacket around his back.

You judged his reaction as a positive one though.

After a moment you scooted closer to him, touching his side with yours, to which he raised his eyebrow at your "audacity".

"What are you doing?" He muttered, looking at your movements with mixed feelings.

"You're not the only one cold here. I'm also freezing." You explained a bit lightheartedly, hoping to ease the thick tension between you two.

Mal only briefly looked at you and let out a "hmph" noise as an acknowledgement as he looked away from you, yet he didn't move away, letting you stay in this position.

You sighed contently for the first time in a few days now.

You watched the rain fall in silence, but at least it wasn't as overwhelming now.

Finally the exhaustion caught up to you both as a product of several hours of walking and doing stuff.

Mal let out the first yawn and so you asked him whether he wants to go to sleep.

He shrugged, still keeping his indifferent behavior but accepted. "Sure, whatever."

You both moved to the far away corners of the tent and layed down, feeling the fabric of the tent soften the hard ground halfly. Chris didn't pack you any sleeping bags, that would be too easy.

All you had was your jacket as a make-shift blanket.

You noticed Mal laying on his side, in a way that wouldn't make him face you.

You offered him a part of the jacket but his ego didn't let him accept this time.

"I'm fine. I don't need it." He harshly turned down your offer.

You sighed. "Fine."

Mal remained stubborn, even though the cold was biting his ass, he managed to fall asleep.

You however couldn't, due to the uncomfortable place of sleeping.

You laid on your back for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling of the tent, before deciding to take a look at Mal.

His breathing let you notice he was asleep, although his shaky body was visibly cold.

You didn't have the heart to let him freeze, so you very carefully moved near him, putting a part of the jacket on him to cover him up.

You pressed your back very slightly against him, craving some additional warmth from his body that would benefit you boths

Fortunately he didn't wake up.

You managed to fall asleep after some time as well.

Mal woke up after several hours, thoroughly confused about the state of his being, as he expected to wake up cold, but he was quite- cozy.

His expression changed as soon as he noticed you very close to him.

He cringed at your proximity, with your front facing him in a blissful state of sleep, hair over your eyes as if in rom-com movie.

He was about to forcefully shake you off him, but he decided against it for some reason.

Perhaps it was his self-preservation finally speaking, instead of ego getting in his way of survival. Your position was both comfy and warm, after all.

He only turned to lay on his back, letting out a heavy sigh, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as it was now his turn to look above without any particular reason, just to think over the situation.

As soon as you started to wake up, he immediately backed off, putting the whole jacket on you.

"Finally you're awake." He said as if it was a big bother.

You softly rubbed your eyes, yawn escaping your lips as you done so.

"When did you wake up?" You asked with a bit of haze still.

"Doesn't matter." He sharply shut down your question, although his tone was just slightly different than his usual bitterness.

After you both past the challenge timer of staying and ready to leave the place, you noticed Mal taking down the tent, without you having to ask him for it. Huh.

[Mal at the confessional]

Mal stared at the camera with crossed arms for a longer moment, having an ambiguous expression on his face. After some time he finally decided to open his mouth. "God, they're so helpless. They can't even set up a damn tent." His scornful tone made it obvious he was making fun of you. "How would they even make it so far without me?" He once again made it clear to the recording device that he was needed for your victory. Yet another few seconds passed by before his thought was said out loud, this time his face turning less arrogant and more figuring out what he's gonna say. "...They're so naive." He reiterated once more, as if to reassure himself what to think. "But- Maybe with my help I'll be able to use them to my advantage." He finally found the correct direction of his further words. "I'll make sure no one gets between me and Y/N getting a chance at winning the money." "Of course, just for me to forcefully take the victory away from them, later." He said confidently, but he felt the need for a clarification on that last part. He lingered in the confessional for a moment more, before getting to his final words, looking straight at the camera. "And if anyone plans to interfere with that, they're gonna go down."

[BONUS - DATING HEADCANONS]

Of course if you and Mal become a thing, he'll be more keen about tolerating your quirks and listening to you ramble about your hyperfixations.

He won't be as invested in them, but he'll treat you in a way he'd treat a cat enjoying it's favorite toy - "You do your thing sweetie. It's stupid but adorable to look at."

Once he gets used to your true thoughts and trust you, he'd also think your honesty is refreshing.

He thinks neurotypicals play too many complicated emotional games.

He can also play them as a form of manipulation, but if it comes to trusting each other he appreciates you always being blunt when it comes to what you think.

It's obvious Mal most probably has ASPD and Narcissistic Personality Disorder, so he's not a stranger to people not liking his attitude and way of thinking.

He might be a bit too harsh on you at first, not used to having someone caring about him (or vice versa) but with time he'll learn to not go as hard on you.

Like with your 'special needs', not tolerating some textures and foods, your obsession about only on topic at a time, or stimming, which might be distracting to him.

He might panic a bit inside once you have a meltdown first time around him though, not knowing how to act around you in that state, as only thing he knows it's hostility, so don't expect him to be much help.

He might listen to your requests how should he act later on, though.

He will also be more straightforward around you when he notices your "denseness".

"Do you- want my jacket again?" You asked, looking at Mal. "No, let me freeze to death." He remarked sarcastically, expecting you to pass him the jacket again, but you just blinked, unsure if he wanted it or not after your previous similar encounter with him being reluctant to accept it. He looked at you a second more, now elaborating a bit annoyed. "Yes, I want it."

Even more so after Mal became less insecure about showing his interest in you.

"Aren't you cold?" He asked, looking at you expectantly with a hint of tease in his voice, obviously wanting you to come closer to him so you'd need him as a source of warmth. "Kinda-" You responded casually, yet still did nothing. Mal waited a moment before finally sighing and pulling you closer to him in a smooth manner, making you a bit surprised. "That means come here." He reiterated slightly more greedy about your presence. That amount of possessiveness made you a bit stunned, but in a kind of positive way. He wasn't negative towards you anymore, after all. "Do I really have to spell out everything for you?" He asked halfly serious. "Well- apparently." You admitted a bit embarrassed at your lack of clue. He rolled his eyes, pulling you closer. "Okay then. You're mine now."

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Eles chamaram de “verdade ou desafio” porque, nas primeiras vezes, a essência era mesmo essa — gire a garrafa; verdade ou desafio, Harry?, verdade ou desafio, Louis?.

A única ressalva era que era um jogo só dos dois. E que servia única e exclusivamente como forma de quebrar o gelo. Ideia de Louis, é claro; na primeira vez em que se viram Harry parecia tão tímido que mal foi capaz de corrigi-lo quando Louis entendeu errado qual era seu pedido (uma salada de frango com tomate cerejas, não sem), certamente compartilhar sobre suas preferências na cama não geraria resultados e o deixaria absolutamente desconfortável.

Por isso, entre um gole e outro de vinho tinto, Louis terminou de esvaziar a garrafa de água mineral que Harry havia pedido para beber, chegou para o lado alguns pratos e a rodou.

Não houve desafios naquele primeiro dia e as verdades que Louis exigiu de Harry não passaram de uma forma descobrir as preferências superficiais dele. (“É verdade que você prefere baunilha?” “Não”, Harry respondeu sorrindo. “Oh, então é verdade que com você as coisas precisam ser rudes?” “É”, sua voz miúda disse, “acho que é.”)

No segundo encontro, Harry já parecia mais ousado com as perguntas que fazia a Louis (“é verdade que você gostaria que eu te chamasse de senhor?” “céus, sim”) e no terceiro, aceitou um desafio (“quero ver você brincar com seus peitinhos, babe”). No quarto, o desafio foi cumprido no restaurante (“preciso que coloque isso aqui na sua bocetinha, doce, quero ela pronta pra mim”) e no quinto, o “verdade ou desafio” não passou de formalidade, eles sequer quiserem jantar antes (“vamos, espere por mim na sua cama, quero abrir você com meu pau”).

Eles sabiam que agora não havia semelhança alguma se não a utilização de uma garrafa para escolher aleatoriamente uma pessoa — principalmente porque, no geral, os “desafios” eram feitos em Harry; e não era como se ele pudesse dizer não (seu propósito era aceitar tudo o que o dessem como um brinquedo particular de foda) —, mas não conseguiam deixar de usar “verdade ou desafio” quando praticavam essa cena em particular.

Portanto era isso: Harry e Louis estavam jogando “verdade ou desafio”; e tinham companhia.

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Os olhos de Harry estavam vendados. Louis estava dando passos para trás para admirar seu trabalho e voltando logo em seguida para continuá-lo. Ele sempre gostou de deixar Harry bonito — colocar plugs brilhantes em seus buracos e pingentes em seus mamilos; amarrá-lo com nós sofisticados em todo tipo de posição artística, sempre querendo exibi-lo, mostrando a todos seus melhores ângulos: sua bunda, é claro, seus peitos, mas quase sempre sua boceta; Louis era apaixonado por aquela boceta.

Dessa vez, ele prendeu os calcanhares dele nos braços da cadeira larga, Harry todo exposto e molhado, as pernas espalhadas deixando qualquer um ver como os lábios gordos de sua boceta pareciam vermelhos e esporrados: na vez anterior disseram para ele se esfregar como uma putinha contra a cadeira, até que estivesse na borda e mal aguentando, e antes disso gozaram por toda sua pélvis, deixando que escorresse porra até sua grutinha.

Louis deu outro passo para trás, olhando orgulhoso para seu trabalho. Ele virou-se para a monitora, escondida parcialmente pela penumbra. “Pode vir aqui por um instante, Valeria?”

A mulher veio, mas com ligeira cautela. Louis compreendia, era o trabalho dela garantir que as cenas fossem perfeitamente seguras, principalmente para os subs, e portanto era plausível que sua guarda nunca estivesse baixa, a questão é que Louis simplesmente não podia se conter quando tinha seu menino parado tão bonito daquela maneira, preso e vulnerável, esperando para ser usado.

“Sim, senhor Tomlinson?”

Louis apontou para Harry com a mão aberta, querendo que ela olhasse bem para ele. “Harry está lindo, não está?”

Valeria olhou para ele durante um instante e então com a neutralidade adquirida pelo costume voltou os olhos para Harry. “Sim, ele está, senhor Tomlinson”, ela concordou, parecendo verdadeiramente sincera. Louis sorriu com arrogância: é claro que sim, ele sempre foi cuidadoso com seus pertences e Harry certamente era o mais valioso de todos eles.

Sob a faixa preta sobre os olhos, Harry corou; Louis imaginava que parte porque tinha alguém cujo rosto ele não conhecia o observando, parte por causa do elogio; ele sempre amou elogios.

“Acha que devo confiar que ele manterá as mãos dele para si ou prendo-o já?”, Louis perguntou novamente a Valeria.

Ela considerou Harry por mais um instante, seus olhos se demorando sobre as mordidas que ele tinha no pescoço. “Acho que deve prendê-lo se o que espera é ter apenas um brinquedinho.”

A boceta de Harry se contraiu visivelmente com as palavras e ele choramingou baixinho. Louis riu zombeteiro, mas Soter quem disse: “A vadiazinha gosta quando a tratam como coisa, uh.”

E novamente a boceta dele estava se contraindo no nada, seus quadris agora tentando se deslocar para frente. “Hm”, Louis cantarolou, “todos nós sabemos como ama ser nossa bonequinha, Harry, mas eu mandei que ficasse quieto, não foi?”

Ele choramingou novamente, esfregando a bochecha contra o ombro. “Sim, senhor”, Harry concordou, a voz fodida. “Vou ser bom.”

Louis se aproximou de Harry novamente, ouvindo os passos breves de Valeria voltando para sua posição. “Você é sempre bom, doce.”

Ele se ajoelhou de frente a Harry, querendo mais que tudo poder chupá-lo até que ele não fosse capaz de manter as pernas abertas. (Porque é claro que Louis não ia facilitar, ele gostava de ver quando Harry lutava para aguentar tudo e adoraria vê-lo se obrigando a manter os joelhos afastados.) Sua vez se resumia a amarração, porém, então ao invés disso ele esticou-se até o resto de cordas que havia deixado no chão e começou a prender os antebraços dele nos braços da cadeira.

“Não, não”, Soter o interrompeu. “Prende pra trás, quero poder comer os peitos dele em paz.”

Louis murmurou em aprovação pela ideia, desfazendo a amarração e pondo-se a trabalhar do lado de trás. Os nós que ele poderia usar não eram dos mais atraentes, mas pelo menos eram bons o suficiente para ferirem os pulsos de Harry com a fricção.

Quando Louis desceu do palco e voltou ao seu lugar na mesa, quase suspirou em deleite. A visão de Harry, incapaz de esquivar-se de qualquer um dos homens, incapaz de sequer ver o que fariam com ele, cada um de seus braços presos a uma perna traseira da cadeira, as pernas sem poderem se fechar, caiu direto no pau já endurecido de Louis.

Ao seu lado, primeiro Dominic e então Soter, os homens pareciam igualmente afetados. Louis nem deixou que se distraíssem por muito tempo e girou a garrafa.

Por estarem somente em três, a ponta da garrafa nem sempre caía na direção exata de algum deles, de modo que vez ou outra eles precisavam discutir na área de quem que mais se aproximara. Dessa vez na área de Soter, precisamente.

O homem sorriu amplamente. Ele era do tipo frequentador assíduo do clube e se aproximou deles durante uma das várias cenas de exibicionismo que eles estavam praticando. Dizer que ele não estava aproveitando a cena seria o mesmo que dizer que ele não gostava de dar toques brutos, o pescoço e as clavículas de Harry que o digam.

Soter foi com passos pesados na direção do painel de chicotes. Ele tirou um de tamanho médio, com certo volume e comprimento de sardas, e então parou de frente a Harry.

Dois dedos grossos entraram rudemente na boceta de Harry sem que ele fosse avisado. Suas costas mal se arquearam antes que ele se lembrasse que não deveria se mexer (“um brinquedo sempre fica parado na posição em que seu dono o deixa, doce”). Embora tenha sido ordem de Louis, não de Soter, ele tinha que seguir cumprindo-a até que o dissessem o contrário.

Ao menos Harry não precisava ficar quieto, porque enquanto ele registrava o entrar e sair dos dedos e o polegar fazendo movimentos circulares ocasionais sobre seu clitóris, tudo que ele conseguiu fazer foi gemer. Ele estava sensível, muito sensível, a borda de sua entrada vermelha e ardida.

Soter já havia o fodido aquela noite. Foi o primeiro a ser sorteado pela garrafa e não quis dar mais que seu pau lubrificado como preparação para Harry. Pelo menos havia sido em sua boceta — ela se esticara com esforço e se contraíra para expulsar a invasão rude, mas então o pau de Soter estava socando contra seu ponto G e os dedos dele estavam pressionando seu clitóris; ela conseguiu aguentar, alargou-se e alargou-se e quando ficou vazia, apertou-se querendo estar cheia outra vez.

“Quero a vadiazinha só gemendo pra mim”, Soter mandou sadicamente, “nada de gozar.” Harry não precisava de uma ameaça para querer obedecê-lo, por isso quando um chicote atingiu sua vagina, tudo o que foi capaz de fazer foi apertar-se contra os dedos dele, um gemido agudo saindo tardiamente de seus lábios em surpresa. “Entendeu, puta? Vai perder toda a diversão de ser surrada se você gozar.”

Soter nem mesmo se deu ao trabalho de contar. Com os dedos ainda dentro de Harry, ele aleatoriamente atingiu sua boceta, então sua barriga, seus seios e então sua boceta de novo, uma sequência atrás da outra.

No começo, a dor era forte demais para ele pensar em fazer mais do que gritar e impedir as pernas ou o tronco de se curvarem — ele amava como o chicote acertava partes de seu corpo já machucadas, amava como de repente o toque das cerdas era leve sobre a parte interna de suas coxas, somente para depois ser atingido em sequência nelas. No entanto, quando Soter apertou novamente seu clitóris com o polegar — apertou e circulou, praticamente beliscou — Harry simplesmente não foi capaz de conter a onda de excitação, sem se dar conta de que estava dizendo coisas até subitamente perder todo o toque de Soter.

“Eu avisei, porra, comigo você não goza”, ele exclamou, dando uma última chicotada sobre os peitinhos de Harry e, antes de enfim voltar para seu lugar, enfiando o cabo do chicote fundo dentro dele.

Ele não conseguiu conter, movendo os quadris para frente, voltando a implorar como só então registrou que fazia. “Por favor, estou sendo bom, me deixe vim, por favor.”

A aproximação seguinte veio singela como a anterior não fora, uma mão acariciando sua bochecha e outra movendo o cabo do chicote em seu buraco molhado. “Você pode vir, querido. Pode vir, o papai deixa.” Harry quase chorou com o alívio de ser Dominic, até perceber que ele já estava espalhando suas lágrimas por todo seu rosto.

“Hm, papai, por favor…”, ele implorou, mesmo com a permissão, querendo ser bom apesar de tudo. “Por favor, posso? Quero muito, muito mesmo.”

A movimentação do cabo em sua boceta se intensificou, ainda que a voz de Dominic estivesse com a mesma melodia calma de sempre. “Shh, amor, é claro que pode. Venha aqui.”

A coisa favorita de Dominic sobre Harry era a submissão dele. Ele já estava todo aberto e amarrado, completamente nu e vendado enquanto todos os outros tinham no máximo um zíper abaixado e uma cueca afastada, mesmo assim ele conseguia arranjar formas de se fazer pequeno, pequeno, maleável dos pés à cabeça.

Até os lábios dele pareciam dispostos a relaxarem contra os de Dominic quando ele o beijou. Sua língua foi movida e chupada, seus lábios mordidos e firmemente sugados, e tudo que Harry buscava de volta era o encontro deles quando Dominic se afastava, isso de alguma forma ainda exibindo como ele queria ser contido, choramingando e moldando a boca em um beiço, mas esperando parado que Dominic voltasse.

Foi então por causa desse comportamento tão característico que Dominic tirou um instante para analisar o corpo de Harry quando ele começou a ter espasmos. Ele continuava com um murmúrio desconexo e suas sobrancelhas estavam franzidas, mas a permanência das pernas completamente abertas estava fragilizada, uma violação óbvia de ordem para os padrões de Harry. Dominic parou o movimento com o cabo ainda bem fundo em Harry e só mudou um pouco o ângulo para cima, movimentando a mão agora para a esquerda e para a direita, ao invés de para frente e para trás.

O som desesperado e prazeroso que saiu do fundo da garganta de Harry quase o fez gozar. Dominic mesmo estava só um pouco ciente agora do olhar dos dois a suas costas, do barulho de suas mãos em seus paus, mais absorvo no som lindo, lindo que estava saindo de Harry.

Os braços dele puxaram as cordas e as pernas se fecharam totalmente ao redor da mão de Dominic, que ainda movia velozmente o chicote em sua boceta. Ele parecia em êxtase. Dominic se sentia em êxtase. Seguir mexendo a madeira rudemente dentro dele enquanto ele esguichava espalhava para todos os lados o líquido de Harry. Dominic não conseguiu se fazer parar mesmo quando a intensidade diminuiu e então parou, a mão se movendo e a boca caindo sobre a boceta encharcada.

O barulho que Harry fez agora foi de completo desespero. Seu corpo se contorceu e se contorceu em sensibilidade enquanto Dominic simplesmente chupava os lábios menores da vagina de Harry e então mordia seu grelhinho, trazendo entre os dentes consigo enquanto ele puxava a cabeça para trás.

Harry voltou a implorar, dessa vez para que ele parasse. “Não, papai, estou bem. Já chega, por favor, já chega.” Mas tudo que Dominic fez foi tirar o cabo do chicote de dentro dele e morder um pouco mais seu monte, depois os lábios pequenos da boceta. Harry chorou. “Não, papai, por favor, dói. Por favor, deixa ir.”

Dominic estava tão concentrado em sua tarefa que só percebeu a aproximação de Louis quando ele tocou seu ombro. Ele soltou a vagina de Harry sonoramente e o choro dele aumentou, em alívio agora. Não por muito tempo, contudo, porque logo em seguida Louis estava enfiando um vibrador clitoriano no fundo do canal de Harry, os dois vendo de perto a boceta se contrair e o grelinho pular, Harry praticamente desmaiando com a superestimulação.

Soter acabou aparecendo também, e deu um tapa no rosto de Harry para acordá-lo. “Fique assim ou eu volto a pedir que Dominic enfie esse cabo bem fundo em você de novo, até que doa de verdade. E você vai chorar e implorar para ele parar e tudo que eu vou fazer vai ser mandar que ele vá mais forte. Ouviu, vagabunda?” Harry assentiu, parecendo incapaz de formular frases, mas Soter bateu em seu rosto de novo. “Eu perguntei se você me ouviu, cacete.”

“Ouvi, m-mestre— urgh”, ele chiou com o tapa no seio. “Ouvi, vou ficar acordado. Como um bom garoto.”

As mãos pesadas de Soter pegaram os pequenos montes de Harry e o apertaram firmemente, os dedos puxando, torcendo e arranhando os bicos. “É bom mesmo.” Ele ainda se abaixou e mordeu a ponta de um deles, cheio de força, antes de falar aos outros dois homens, os olhos grudados em Harry com um misto de fome e soberba. “E se abandonássemos a garrafa, rapazes?”, Soter sugeriu, sem tirar as mãos sobre Harry. Ele foi em direção ao vibrador e o moveu para frente e para trás. Harry soluçou, puxando os braços presos. “Veja, ela parece tão ansiosa por isso que toda a burocracia é simplesmente tempo demais para uma vadia como ela esperar.”

“Ele gosta de agradar”, Louis disse, sorrindo. “Sabe que não acabamos com ele, então fica sempre implorando e exibindo essa boceta linda para continuarmos usando.” A atenção de Louis é completamente capturada quando Soter força o brinquedo mais para dentro de Harry e ele aperta um joelho contra o outro, somente para ser obrigado a abrir as pernas outra vez. Louis cantarola e pergunta a Dominic: “Já deu de garrafa então?”

Dominic resmunga uma afirmação. “Acham que tiramos a venda dele também?”, ele pergunta.

Louis concorda facilmente enquanto Soter assente. “Deixe que ele veja como parece violado”, Soter diz, mantendo o vibrador fundo dentro de Harry, embora sua vagina lute contra isso.

“Cuidado ao abrir os olhos, babe”, Harry ouve Dominic sussurrar diretamente em seu ouvido. Ele se sente um pouco desconectado, sua boceta latejando uma das únicas coisas que ele pode registrar, o que significa que só quando Dominic fala em seu ouvido enquanto puxa seu lóbulo com os dentes é que ele nota que havia perdido a pressão ao redor dos olhos.

Louis, a alguns passos distante, é o primeiro que Harry vê ao finalmente ajustar a visão, embora Soter esteja bem ali, brincando com sua boceta.

Tinha sido Dominic a vendá-lo — queria restringir os sentidos de Harry, ainda que não tenha tido a chance de amordaçá-lo como disse que faria. Quando foi sua vez novamente tudo o que ele pôde se concentrar foi em fodê-lo loucamente com o cabo de madeira.

Ainda com certa dificuldade, Harry volta-se para Dominic. Ele tem longos cabelos pretos, escuros como tinta, e quando sente as mãos dele contornando suas clavículas, Harry suspira em contentamento.

Dominic não aparecia tanto no clube quanto Soter, mas era o mais antigo frequentador dos quatro. Harry ficava simplesmente hipnotizado com a forma como Dominic amava estimular seus submissos, levando-os ao limite como se conhecesse cada centímetro de seus corpos. Ele fazia parecer óbvio.

Por isso, numa rara noite em que o viu no clube, Harry exigiu que Louis conversasse com ele. E segundo o que contou seu senhor, ele nem mesmo teve que ser convencido — Harry era conhecido o bastante para que Dominic aceitasse imediatamente.

“É sua boceta, querida. É perfeita, todos sempre querem provar”, Louis sussurrou, roçando a glande em sua entrada. “Você os deixa com vontade.”

Harry cora com a lembrança. E imediatamente volta a se lembrar de Soter, porque ele logo ouve sua risada. “Como uma prostituta barata como você ainda é capaz de se envergonhar?”, ele desdenha, seus olhos castanhos claros correndo avidamente sobre Harry.

É só então que ele considera sua posição. Ele sabe — e sente — o quanto a forma que Louis o deixou o expõe, mas estando vendado ele não se deu conta do quanto.

E é muito.

Não existe uma maneira de mexer com o corpo que torne possível cobrir os seios ou seus buracos. Sua boceta em si já fica sempre meio aberta e esticada, apesar do vibrador e da mão de Soter, parecendo pronta para receber mais alguma coisa. Ela está piscando, na verdade, e Harry nem tinha notado.

A exposição e a realização de como sua boceta e seus peitos parecem maltratados faz uma onda de embaraço o atingir e outra risada escapa de Soter. “Vamos, me conte o que vê. Sua boceta toda arrombada, uh?”

As bochechas de Harry se esquentam um pouco mais, sobretudo quando Dominic e Louis param novamente a sua frente, seus olhos compenetrados. “Sim, mestre”, ele sussurra, olhando para ela. “Arrombada e dolorida.”

Soter balançou a cabeça. “Claro, porque você tem a necessidade de ser fodida toda hora. Está tão acostumada que sequer nota quando mexo assim dentro dela, não é?”

Mas a visão de Harry embaça com lágrimas quando Soter move a mão e encontra seu ponto G. “Não, mestre, não. Eu sinto, eu sinto. É muito, por favor.”

“É uma cadela, mas sensível como uma maldita virgenzinha, então? Patético, Harry, admita que é uma vagabunda de uma vez, todos nós já vimos como você é dada.”

“Minha pequena cadela necessitada”, Louis concorda, parecendo orgulhoso.

Harry recorre a Louis, pendendo a cabeça para o lado e sentindo suas lágrimas molharem sua bochecha. “Senhor, por favor, é muito.”

Louis olha para ele em repreensão. “Não despreze a atenção de Soter, doce. Quer que pareça que eu não ensinei a você como se comportar?”

Harry soluça e balança a cabeça em negação. “Não, senhor. Vou ser bom pra você.”

Soter sorri, finalmente parando de pressionar seu ponto, mas ainda ficando dentro de Harry. “Ah, você é bom”, ele diz. “Um brinquedo ótimo de usar. Chora e implora e mesmo assim posso continuar usando e usando.” Ele solta o vibrador fundo nele. “Segure aí como um bom brinquedo, me ouviu?”

“Sim, mestre”, ele diz enquanto aperta a boceta, mas apenas alguns instantes o fazem perceber como é trabalhoso. Harry choraminga. “Não, mestre, dói. Vai doer minha bocetinha.”

Soter sorri. “Como seus peitos estão doendo, não é? Olhe para eles.”

Os seios dele estavam vermelhos, os mamilos eriçados e cortados. Harry resmunga e uni os joelhos, a vagina ainda a mostra e os olhos fixos dos homens nela o confirmando. “Parecem… hm, machucados.”

Soter concorda. “Sim, porque eu quis machucá-los. Quero machucar você inteiro. Espere só, ainda não acabei com você, sua puta estúpida.” Harry se sente molhar ao redor do vibrador, os quadris se oferecendo. Soter ergue as sobrancelhas, nada surpreso. “Realmente, ansioso como uma cadela.”

Harry geme. “Por favor”, ele pede, como se já não tivessem entrado e saído dele várias vezes, o feito gozar de novo, o tivessem usado como se fosse descartável. Há porra em sua barriga e um brinquedo incansavelmente em sua boceta, mas ele sabe, seu senhor o ensinou bem, ele consegue aguentar um pouco mais (embora no geral sua opinião não seja verdadeiramente relevante). Harry olha de Soter para Dominic e Louis, mas não consegue por muito tempo. Ele geme mais uma vez. “Por favor.”

“Por favor o quê, amor?”, Dominic pergunta, olhando para Harry cheio de interesse.

Ele chega o tronco para frente o máximo que as cordas permitem, voltando a se oferecer. “Eu posso ser bom, papai. Por favor.” Harry contrai a boceta molhada, desejando ter os braços livres para poder abri-la mais um pouco. “Senhor. Mestre. Por favor, posso ser bom.”

Louis praticamente o ignora, sua mão se movendo sobre seu pau. Soter balança a cabeça em negação e ergue-se para ficar junto aos outros. “Olhe só pra você, sua fodida. Você está nojenta, toda usada e ainda quer mais. Olhe, vamos; me diga o que você vê.”

Harry se encolhe, voltando os olhos para si mais uma vez. Sua barriga está cheia de vergões também. Assim como suas coxas. E ah, o vibrador está aos poucos deslizando para fora de seu canal. “Você bateu em mim”, ele diz. “E me sujou”, completa, sentindo como seu cuzinho está molhado também.

Soter faz um som de reprovação. “Não seja assim tão burro, você fez isso consigo mesmo, se esfregando nessa cadeira como uma vagabunda. Mas sim, bati em você. Pena que não pude alcançar direito sua bunda, tive que me contentar com esse seu cuzinho apertado.”

“Hm”, Dominic cantarola, “acho que devemos desamarrá-lo.”

Louis pega sua deixa, guardando o pau duro em suas calças e sorrindo para Harry ao que os outros dois vão para a mesa atrás dele. Ele confessa que gozaria vergonhosamente rápido se tudo que o dessem fosse uma sequência de imagens de Harry sendo reduzido a esse estado em que se encontrava agora: tremendo e soluçando, sibilando com o mais simples toque em suas partes. Ele se contorce, ainda, tentando não se mover muito para continuar com o vibrador na boceta.

Louis tem pena dele, então se ajoelha de frente a Harry, mais uma vez precisando conter a vontade de chupá-lo, a vagina lindamente usada.

O barulho molhado do vibrador saindo é bom, mas nada comparado ao gemido dolorido de Harry quando Louis ainda deixa o objeto vibrar em sua borda por alguns segundos. Ele se levanta ao descartar o objeto. “Você está tão lindo, babe. Sua boceta toda aberta,” Ele se vira para os outros, considerando uma ideia. “Quem sabe em uma próxima vez nós não usamos um quarto de vidro, uh? Adoraria uma plateia maior.”

Soter abre um sorriso de aprovação e Dominic assente, dizendo: “Gosto de como isso soa, Louis.

Louis também assente. “Que bom que concordamos.” Ele volta-se para Harry, sorrindo para ele. Louis segura seu queixo com firmeza e cospe em sua boca, saliva caindo por seu pescoço. Louis aperta mais a mão. “Abra a boca, babe”, ele manda. Harry abre e então Louis cospe novamente dentro de sua boca e o faz engolir, somente para cuspir uma terceira vez, depois em seu rosto, mordendo seu lábio inferior antes de começar a desamarrá-lo.

Ao ter suas pernas livres, sua boceta arde quando Harry tenta se sentar direito. E quando pode, ele abraça seu tronco, sentindo os mamilos gelados contra os braços. Ele acompanha silenciosamente quando Soter se aproxima com um sorriso desdenhoso, suas coxas se esfregando uma na outra mesmo com os vergões.

“Está tentando esconder o que, Harry? Já vimos você inteira.” Mas o sorriso de Soter some quando Harry encolhe-se e não o responde. “Pro chão, cadela; anda.” Ele hesita um instante a mais do que deveria, apertando os seios em seu abraço. Soter vai a passos largos em sua direção e o puxa pelo cabelo. “Eu mandei ir pro chão, porra.” Ele deixa Harry cair com brusquidão. “Como você consegue ser burra assim? Achei que queria ser boa.”

O rosto de Harry encosta no palco quando ele se apoia em seus antebraços e empina a bunda. “Sou boa, mestre. Sou mesmo.”

Soter ajoelha-se atrás de Harry e arranha as bandas de sua bunda, cravando as unhas para segurá-lo quando ele ameaça fugir. “Fique onde eu deixar você, piranha. Quero te foder e acho bom você ficar parada.” Harry murmura em concordância e Soter libera o pau de dentro dos jeans. Ele, no mesmo minuto, vai até o cuzinho de Harry e força sua glande a entrar. Harry se assusta, tentando chegar o corpo para frente, mas é segurado outra vez pelas unhas de Soter. “Puta merda, o que eu falei?”, ele grunhi, enfiando o pau mais para dentro, apesar do aperto e da óbvia tentativa do corpo de Harry de expulsá-lo.

“Desculpa”, ele pede, “desculpa.” E leva as mãos para sua bunda, os dedos contornando as pregas de seu cuzinho e o pau de Soter o alargando. Ele bate em sua mão.

“Mantenha as mãos para si”, Soter manda.

Harry sente lágrimas crescerem em seus olhos. “Dói, mestre. Vai me machucar.” Ele move o corpo em círculos e recebe um tapa como repreenda. “Troca pra minha bocetinha, eu deixo. Pode usar, mestre, por favor.”

“Como se eu escutasse uma vagabunda como você, Harry. Como se tivesse direito de abrir essa maldita boca.” Soter passa as unhas sobre a base da coluna dele, parando a mão sobre seus quadris para conseguir maior controle enquanto se força no buraco de Harry. Ele soluça e resmunga, sussurrando como seu mestre está sendo maldoso querendo fodê-lo desse jeito. “Dominic, venha”, Soter exige impacientemente, saindo de dentro de Harry somente para poder voltar com mais força. “Venha aqui e cale a boca dessa maldita puta.”

Dominic provavelmente estava apenas esperando ser chamado porque no instante seguinte ele está se ajoelhando em frente ao rosto de Harry e o instigando a ficar sobre suas mãos. Não fosse pela barguilha da calça aberta, o dominador estaria com a aparência impecável, mas o pau dele está para fora, duro e brilhando pré-gozo, sua glande já sobre os lábios de Harry. Ele, no entanto, prensa a boca enquanto deixa sua linha d’água prestes a transbordar.

“Não, papai, deixa-”

Os dedos de Dominic prendem-se aos cabelos da nuca de Harry, fazendo uma pressão sutil para ele ir se aproximando. “Deixa o que, amor? Diz pro papai.”

Harry forma um beiço e balança a cabeça em negação, mas vai chegando perto do pau de Dominic, ao mesmo tempo que mexe, sob a ferrenha restrição de Soter, sua bunda, tentando de alguma forma reduzir a força com que ele está obrigando-o a se abrir. “Deixa minha boquinha, por favor”, Harry sussurra, os olhos sobre os de Dominic. “O papai tem… O papai tem que me escutar, por favor.” Ele choraminga. “O mestre machuca e o papai tem que me ouvir, por favor.”

Soter não diz nada, mas obviamente o repreende com uma estocada particularmente violenta, e agora ele está quase inteiro dentro de Harry. Dominic, em contrapartida, sorri acolhedoramente, acariciando os cabelos de sua têmpora. “Não se preocupe, meu amor, o papai sabe o que é melhor pra você, uh.” A força para Harry chegar perto é grande, ainda que, como de costume, Dominic soe da maneira mais doce. Ele aumenta seu sorriso quando os lábios de Harry enfim tocam sua glande. “Abre a boca, Harry, papai sabe exatamente o que você precisa, vamos.”

E ele obedece, recebendo o pau de Dominic na boca. Aparentemente, era tudo o que Soter precisava para começar a estocar erraticamente no cuzinho esticado de Harry, uma vez que mal ele está sentindo o peso de seu papai sobre sua língua e seu mestre está o impulsionando para frente, usando seu buraco como se fosse sua boceta.

Ao mesmo tempo, ele se engasga com o pau de Dominic. Ele alcança sua garganta e ignora deliberadamente o barulho de engasgo de Harry, forçando seu comprimento além. Os olhos dele lacrimejam e ele sequer considera-se capaz de se sustentar sobre seus braços, o que o obriga a não só a prestar atenção em sua respiração — e como ele não consegue mantê-la corretamente —, mas igualmente em sua própria força.

De repente, todavia, a mão de Dominic está prendendo Harry, o pau fundo, fundo em sua garganta, fazendo-a arder como sua boceta aberta arde. Ele só entende que é para mantê-lo calado quando passa a sentir um dedo contornando a borda de seu buraco. Um resmungo tenta nascer, mas Dominic estoca seu pau contra ele. “Shh, quietinho. Seja bonzinho pro papai, ok?” Mas Soter ainda está fodendo seu cuzinho e um dedo está acompanhando, o que não deixa que Harry se aquiete. Dominic firma a mão na nuca dele e para novamente com o pau no fundo em sua garganta. “Isso, bem assim, amor. Quietinho como um bom garoto.”

Lágrimas caem de suas bochechas quando Harry entende que os dedos de Louis estão abrindo um espaço além do pau de Soter. Ele funga e movimenta o quadril, olhando para Dominic em súplica. Ele gostaria de ter sua garganta livre, só para implorar por um pouco de tempo ou simplesmente para não ter sua boca usada apenas como mais um buraco.

“Não, babe, porque está chorando?”, Louis pergunta confuso. “Achei que fosse gostar da recompensa, ter três paus fodendo você.” Harry move a cabeça como pode, ao passo que Louis faz um som de contemplamento, colocando um segundo dedo dentro dele. “O que foi? Queria na sua bocetinha?” Os dedos da outra mão de seu senhor caem sobre seu grelinho, estimulando-o com vigor. “Mas, babe, eu achei que depois de tudo isso você fosse querer deixar ela descansando, não?” Apesar das palavras, Louis não para com a mão em seu clítoris, dando pequenos tapas ocasionalmente. “É, doce, vamos deixar sua linda boceta descansando e usar seu cuzinho, uh. Você tem todos esses buracos, sempre dá pra aproveitar.”

E então não há mais dedos tentando competir com o pau faminto de Soter. Porém nem mais que alguns segundos são necessários para que a glande de Louis esteja sendo pressionada contra sua bunda. Harry se engasga, tentando chegar para frente e fugir do alargamento. Imediatamente as unhas de Soter estão sendo fincadas em sua pele e Louis está proporcionalmente forçando sua entrada. Seus dedos ao menos ainda estão estimulando-o na vagina, distraindo-o superficialmente da dor do esticamento rude, embora não impeça que ele queira um pouco menos, só um pouquinho mais de calma.

Em algum momento dos dedos entrando na boceta de Harry e Dominic concedendo alguns segundos para ele respirar, ele tem dois paus dentro dele. Soter sempre o fode como nada além de uma coisa que ele usa para conseguir gozar, arrancando de Harry egoisticamente tudo o que ele precisa e não se importando que isso está levando-o além de seu limite. Louis, por outro lado, fode Harry porque quer vê-lo não aguentar ficar sobre os próprios pés; porque ama a expressão dolorida no rosto dele, seu corpo sofrendo espasmos, as lindas manchas que ficam por todo seu corpo. Ambos, portanto, empenham-se em seu trabalho, comendo-o forte e revezando-se ainda com sua boceta.

Harry sequer achava que aguentaria um outro orgasmo, contudo Dominic começa a verdadeiramente restringir sua respiração e a apertar seus mamilos. Louis e Soter entram em sintonia, ao mesmo tempo que Louis para com o estímulo em sua boceta. Harry considera que vão fazê-lo vir sem que o toquem — o que levando em conta todos os estímulos não será a coisa mais difícil que ele seria obrigado a fazer —, até que algo é deixado preso bem sobre seu grelhinho. Harry expulsa um choro, perdendo o pau de Dominic de sua boca, e cede sobre seus braços. “Vamos, babe”, Louis diz, “sei que é bom, mas preciso que se levante.” O prendedor é puxado com força e solta-se sonoramente dele. “Vou deixar que Soter puxe até você gozar, então, o que acha?”

Harry não consegue se levantar e os olhos dele se fecham quando a porra de Dominic atinge o seu rosto. O prendedor de mamilos é colocado em seu grelhinho mais uma vez, porém quem quer que o coloque agora aperta um tanto antes de soltá-lo. “Vai gozar ou não, sua vadia?”, Soter pergunta, arrancando o prendedor uma segunda vez. Harry estremece e grita, embora sua boca esteja ocupada com os dedos Dominic limpando o gozo de seu rosto e fazendo-o engolir. “Sabe muito bem que eu posso fazer isso até sua boceta começar a sangrar, não sabe?” Ele estoca contra seu buraco e dá um tapa sobre a grutinha dele. “Adoraria destruir sua boceta, você sabe disso. Deixar você incapaz de andar só porque deixei ela cheia de machucados.”

Harry sabe que Soter diz a verdade, mas quando goza não está pensando nisso. Não há nada passando em sua cabeça além dos paus ainda fundos dentro de seu cuzinho, dos dedos de Dominic apertando seu pescoço e da mão de Louis se aproveitando do melzinho dele para deslizar sobre sua bocetinha com facilidade e velocidade, crescendo seu orgasmo até que ele tenha certeza de que o estimularão como fizeram antes. Mas Louis para antes disso.

Em algum momento, os dois gozaram dentro dele também e agora um dos três está colocando um plug dentro de seu buraco para mantê-lo cheio. Um segundo vira-o de costas, ainda no chão, e faz com que ele mantenha as pernas abertas, somente para que outro possa colocar prendedores nos bicos de seus seios e, novamente, em seu montinho.

É claro que ele tenta diminuir a intensidade piscando sua boceta, mas apertam mais firme todos os prendedores e tudo que o resta é resmungar e unir os joelhos, mas também tem braços fortes o contendo, embora Harry não entenda o porquê. Seus olhos estão fechados — desde quando ele não sabe —, e sua cabeça não é verdadeiramente capaz de registrar bem o seu entorno. Mesmo assim, Harry é capaz de notar quando fotos suas começam a ser tiradas.

“Verdade ou desafio, Valeria?”, eventualmente um deles pergunta.

“Desafio”, ela responde.

E então há risadas e risadas e estão dizendo. “Então a putinha vai ter fotos vazadas, uh? O clube todo com fotos dela toda aberta e usada.”

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War Of The Hearts: #6

✽Pairing - OT7 x reader (DJ) and OT7 x Lily

✽Word Count - 6k

✽Ratings - 18+

✽Genre(s) - Mafia Au, Angst , Fluff, mentions of smut.

✽Trigger Warnings - Mentions of Death, Mentions of Trauma , minor alcohol consumption, mentions of torture and shootouts and mentions of bloodshed, Mentions of Drugs, Attempted Murder, A little manipulative behavior, A shootout, a lot of cursing.

This chapter contains talks of self harm, please please do not engage with it if it triggers you.

✽Summary - You’ve been lurking in the shadows, protecting the seven of Bangtan even if it means you must give your own life. After all, that’s what you do when you are in love with someone irrevocably. That pain seems to be minuscule in light of their safety. But it was never about you, for all you are is a speck of dust in the universe they have created for them and their girlfriend. Your heart’s at war, but it’s fine, you can smile through the pain as long as it means they smile- for her.

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You shut the window tight with your bleeding hands. The red visible on the pristine white window sill. You take a look at your blood-covered hands. The cuts didn't look deep, but they definitely hurt like a. You had these cuts in worse places and somehow you were used to getting hurt, getting shot. But you could never get used to the pain that came along with it.

You stand in front of the closed window, looking at the darkness. You had no idea who that person was, where he came from and what business he had to do with you. But you were sure you would find out. One way or another.

The echoes keep getting louder and you quickly rush to the bathroom to wash up the wound and dress it up.

"Son of a bitch" loud curses leave your mouth when the cold water hits the cut and the red decorates the white of the sink.

"Are you in there?" You freeze when you hear Namjoon's voice and the knocks on the door keep getting louder.

"Be out in a minute." You yell at the sound of the water. You quickly disinfect the wound and dress it up in a minimal way, which won't be visible much. You quickly pick an oversized hoodie. big enough to have sweater paws. In no way were you going to let the seven men see the wounds. That would open another can of worms, and right now you had no mental or physical strength to deal with any of those.

You quickly sprint to the door and the moment you open the door. Two large arms engulf you in a hug, making you lose your balance. The rest of the boys step inside the room and finally give you an idea of whose arms you were in.

"Thank you, Thankyou so much DJ. You have no idea how much I owe you." You wipe the tears on Namjoon's face, and he just smiles at you with watery eyes and his dimpled smile. There was a pure look of despair on his face, and that was something you rarely saw. You knew Namjoon all these years. But never once had you seen him cry, or any other expression on his face other than the stoicness that took a permanent residence over his features.

"Namjoon you owe me nothing, I did what I wanted."

"You know the day when you first saved us eight years ago, That was the day when I felt I was going to lose everyone I love. I would have lost them, Died myself too. But it was because of you, I did not have to deal with that fear."

"As if I would let you die." You realize it a second later about what you said when you hear a giggle from Jimin, who was crying along with Namjoon. You sheepishly look away. There was no way you could have taken it back too. Not that you wanted to.

"Why are you like this?" Taehyung quickly snatches you from Namjoon and hugs you even tighter. You smile when you feel the warmth of his body. His chin resting on top of your head.

One by one you passed around the boys like a doll. Who took turns hugging you and thanking you. You made sure to not let the wounds be visible. You winced when someone tried to hold your hands in theirs. But you could take it.

The seven men who stood in front of you weren't any rich mafia bosses. They were just seven men who were thankful to you for saving their lives. The eyes that once held Anger, Resentment, Pity, and duty towards you. Now had something different in them. Though you still couldn't put a finger on it. But you were happy with whatever it was now.

You didn't have much to say about Bangtan. You did what you did because you loved them and you had no intentions of expecting anything in return either.

"Let's get going, It's late enough already." Everyone nodded at Jin's voice, and the men started following suit after he made an exit out of your room. You walked with the men downstairs, ready to bid the men goodbye for the night. You have a lot to figure out yet. But you have a lot of time now. Jeh was safe in Malaga. You were back in your home and the rest would fall into place soon.

"Good night you guys, Take care." The rest of the guys stopped in the tracks and turned to look at you with confused looks on their faces, which in turn put the same expression on your face too.

"What do you mean Good night guys? You're coming with us." Yoongi spoke up and the rest of the guys agreed with him.

"That's fine though, I can stay back here. I'm perfectly healthy now." You tried to make an argument, but it died down as soon as Hoseok put up a stern expression on his face. , that guy had the prettiest smile and the most dangerous eyes, too, when he was mad.

"I didn't even pack–

"You meant this?" Jungkook stood behind you with two suitcases in each of his hands with a smirk on his face.

"Perfect. You already have stuff at the house, Now you have enough to last you a couple of months."

"A couple of months?" Your eyes widened at Jimin's statement. What did he mean by a couple of months? You in Bangtan House for a couple of months? Like hell you would.

"Yup. Now get going, woman. Lily must be waiting."

"I know Lily wants me to stay there but i'll talk to her, You guys don't have to worry about it." Namjoon took long strides towards you, and held your hands. The pain immediately shoots to your brain, considering the force he held them with.

"We're not taking you home because Lily wants it, We're taking you home because we want to. I admit we took you home because she wanted to initially but now we really want you to live with us." You had no arguments left to counter anymore. The equation that you and Bangtan shared had always been like this. Inexplicable.

"I agree with that, Now let's go home please." Yoongi quoted, and the man literally walked up to Jungkook and took a bag from his hand and walked straight towards the front door. Bag in one hand and the other hand tucked in his jeans pocket. leaving seven confused people behind. There was no human who could match Yoongi's swag.

Everyone left one by one after Yoo ngi's exit and you had no other option than to follow the seven men. See, you were no weak, but regarding these seven humans, there was a glitch. No matter how hard you tried, or how hard or unreasonable the request was, if they wished for it, they could have it.

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"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.." The moment you entered the house of Bangtan, the living tornado threw her arms around you like she had met you after ages. Although it was just in the morning she had seen you.

"Hi." Lily threw her arms around your shoulders and you sighed. You could never get used to the amount of skinship this woman was into.

"I ordered take out, Lets eat. I'm super hungry."

"Fine, you big baby." Namjoon chuckled as he ruffled Lily's hair, and she beamed just like a kid who got what she wanted.

The changes that had been happening in Bangtan House somewhat scared you. Because they kept changing at such a fast pace. You were worried about just one thing, though. Faster the pace, greater the collision.

The dinner went by pretty smoothly. There were no more discussions or any apologies. Just a normal dinner in comfortable silence. The way Lily kept glancing at you and smiling, gave you a different vibe, but you just left it to another day. You had enough for today. This could be decoded for another day. All you want now. Was some peaceful sleep.

"Hyung, we need to talk.." Everyone looked up at Jimin, who was elbowing Jungkook.

"Yeah, What is it?"

"It's work related. Can we talk to you all in Namjoon Hyungs study?"

"Work related? What is it that I don't know?"

"Hyung, Just come already." Jungkook whined, and Namjoon nodded his head. Jin and Hoseok quickly helped clear the table. Lily dragged you upstairs.

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You carefully clean the wounds again, taking your time since the last time you did. You had seven men on the opposite side of the door. You contemplated telling them, but the questions that they would fire at you were going to be intense and somehow you were not ready for that.

The loud knock on the door startles you yet again. You quickly wear your hoodie and rush to open the door. Lily stood on the opposite side, smiling like she always did and with her blanket in her hand.

"Am I late?"

"Late for what?"

"Is tae here already?"

"No he's not.--- Lily doesn't let you finish as she immediately pushes you aside and quickly claims her side of the bed. She motions you to sit beside her and you agree with a sigh. There was no way this woman would listen to you. And over time you have learned to deal with this ball of energy called Lily. You sit beside her, and she scoots closer.

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

"Don't you think it's a little late for that? You literally picked your side." Lily giggles as you roll your eyes. You quickly make yourself comfortable on the other side and turn off the lights.

"Lily, if Tae's gonna sleep here too, Make sure you guys don't do anything funny."

"Now that you think of it, It could be a threesome." Your eyes widen in horror at Lily's word. You took a chance by warning her to not have sex with Tae when you were sleeping right next to you. You had to save yourself from that horror.

"Lily, I swear to —-

"Relax DJ, I'll just ask Tae to sleep in his room tonight. Why does he only get a chance to sleep with you? I also want to sleep with you." You choked on air on the way Lily framed the sentence. Trust this woman to make you awkward and shocked at the same time.

"Lily—-

"Relax, I'm just kidding."

"Why are you like this?"

"I have no clue."

"You're insufferable."

"Nope, Wonderful is the word you're looking for."

"Lily–

"DJ"

"Jokes apart, Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." You felt Lily face you, and although there was only dim moonlight lighting up the room. You could clearly feel the smile on her face die down. You had a feeling she knew what you wanted to ask.

"Why did you let me be a part of your lives?"

"Does there have to be a reason?"

"Ofcourse, There no actions without reasons. There has to be something."

"DJ you need to relax, Isn't it a good thing that right now all nine of us are together? Aren't these people lucky that they have two wonderful women who love them so much?"

"That wasnt the answer i was looking for."

"Stop looking for answers and stop questioning good things. You got the men you love. Be Happy. And I get to have a wonderful girlfriend like you."

"You never think before you speak, do you?"

"Dj, My love, that's the beauty of it."

"Beauty of giving me almost heart attacks?"

"Look at the brighter side DJ."

"You're insufferable Lily."

"Wonderful."

"Whatever."

"DJ Who did this?" You froze the moment Lily grabbed your hands and gently ran her thumb into your palm. You tried to pull your hand away from her, but the more you tried to pull it, the more she held it. Thank God for the dim lights. Or else you would have had a hard time looking at her.

"I got hurt–

"Like this?"

"Lily—

"Dont lie DJ, I may not be as dangerous as you guys are, But i definitely know the difference between a scar when it happened accidentally and made on purpose."

"Lily—

"Who did it?"

"I have no idea." The idea of finally speaking about this loud gave you a sense of relief, and there was no one who you at the moment could have spoken to. The guys were out of the question. Marco would take the next flight back. You were on your own and that was always the best.

"Do the guys know?"

"No. And I'm not telling them either." Lily locked her hands with yours. You let out a wince, but Lily firmly held your hand. And as always, you gave up the idea. This woman was stubborn on another level.

"Okay."

"Lily, Promise me you won't tell them either."

"On one condition."

"What?"

"You will let me help you find the person and get to the root of this." You let out a laugh after hearing her statement. Not that you thought she was weak or something, but because of the tone she used. You were pretty sure she was pouting like a kid.

"How will you help me?"

"Huh, Don't underestimate me DJ. I have been the girlfriend of these bangtan men for a long time now. I know a trick or two."

"Interesting."

"Are you going to kill the man who did this to you?"

"What do you think?"

"I have a request. Promise me first you will oblige."

"Depends on the request." Lily immediately sat up straight and pulled you along with her. She quickly switched the light on, confusing you as to what exactly this request was.

"Promise me."

"First tell me, Do you promise?"

"Alright, fine."

"I want to kill that man who did this to you." Your eyes widened in shock after listening to her request. This woman had such weird requests and wishes that sometimes you doubted how the wiring of her brain was.

"No, Not happening."

"You promised DJ no backing out. Mafia women don't go back on their words."

"I don't know about the others, But im letting you nowhere near a gun."

"Awww you're worried for me?"

"Why do you have such weird requests? You wanted to watch me kill someone earlier. Now you want to kill someone?"

"Don't remind me, I swear you must be the hottest thing when you kill someone."

"Oh my god! You're—

"Agree already."

"No."

"You promised me you won't deny one request."

"Ask for something else then."

"Okay, Then let's have a three some with one of the guys." You choked for the second time. Lily was trying super hard to hold back her laughter. You quickly switched the lights off and took the blanket over your head.

"How do you wanna kill him? Stab him or shoot him?"

"That's my girl."

"You're insufferable."

"Huh, Correction. Wonderful."

Lily quickly scoots besides you and slips her hand on your tummy, making soothing circles on it. You give up the idea of asking her to shift considering she won't budge either ways. You close your eyes and let out a deep breath. Lily takes her hand from your tummy to your head and pats your head, gently trying to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

"Goodnight my love, Have the sweetest dreams."

"Good night lily."

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Lily kept staring at the ceiling, restlessness running through her veins. One thing, one thing was what she was supposed to do. But it seemed like her luck loved playing hide and seek with her.

No matter how many times she tried running away from her past. It came back in one way or the other. She ran from it as far as she could. Only to fall head-first into it again. This time there were a lot of things on the line. Lives of the people she loved and lives of the people that she could not save. To things that she was doing for love. And the things that she was planning to do for love were scary at the best.

Her life took a 360 degree turn the moment flight LT-089 landed in Seoul, South Korea. She would have never guessed she'd have to face the dead skeletons in her closet once again.

The buzz of her phone interrupted her restless train of thoughts. The name flashing on the screen generated sweat on her forehead. Lily quickly made sure that you were fast asleep by flashing the phone on your face. Once sure, she tiptoed to the bathroom.

"What part of don't call me, I will call you when i can you don't understand?" The person on the other end broke out in laughter and a tear skipped her eyes.

"I'm doing what you said, Isn't that enough?" Lily hung up the phone after giving an excuse that the others were coming back. That only postponed the threat. She had gotten into a predicament all because she couldn't make some decisions in the past, and now those unmade decisions came to haunt her years later.

You were still fast asleep when she crept back into the covers, heaving a sigh of relief. Lily closed her eyes awaiting for sleep to engulf her so that her worries would disappear in the dead of the night.

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"What is it Jungkookah?" Namjoon asked Jungkook, who was busy fidgeting with Jimin. It looked like the two were debating on something.

"Hyung,

"You think?" Jimin raised an eyebrow at Jungkook, who just scowled in return.

"We think, By we I mean Jimin and I think someone is after DJ." Loud gasps were heard from the remaining five who were seated around the room. The five men remain stunned at the revelation, with a thousand questions brewing in their minds.

"And how did you come to his conclusion?" Namjoon asked his leader to be activated. While the others listened.

"Jimin noticed blood stains on her window and it looked like the stains were made just a few minutes ago, And then i saw some kind of cut on her palm when we were leaving her house."

"Are you sure? There could be another explanation to this?" Taehyung asked, Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and Jimin looked like he got confused about it too.

"The only other explanation that fits here other than someone being after her, is if she self harms." Namjoon shook his head furiously at Yoongi's statement. He knew the fierce woman DJ was. She wouldn't harm herself. His gut kept telling him. There was more to this.

"Maybe that is the case? You know Marco took Jeh away today and he said some pretty mean things to her." Jin added, But still this didn't make sense to Namjoon. The gears in his head were turning furiously, but he couldnt point to one thing that could be fit here.

"That may be the case, But it doesn't add up with the blood stains on the window." Namjoon spoke up finally, and the rest of them nodded. He did have a valid point, though.

"Why would she close the window after she cut herself?"

"Excuse me, I'll be right back." Hoseok excused himself and before anyone could say anything he was out of the room in a jiffy.

"Where the fuck did he go?" Jungkook looked at the now-shut door in confusion. Unable to fathom why his hyung suddenly walked out.

"Let him, He will be back. This isn't adding up." Namjoon sighed in exasperation. What in fresh hell was this. ck. This isn't adding up." Namjoon sighed in exasperation.

"Hyung im telling you something is wrong. I have a feeling–

"She didn't do that herself, Someone did that to her." Hoseok's voice stunned everyone. He walked confidently back to his place and took his seat. The others looked at him, bewildered.

"And how did you know?" Namjoon asked, his curiosity spiking up at the speed of lightning. Hoseok calmly got up from his seat and went to Namjoon's side and took a pen from his pen holder. While the others gathered around the table to see the explanation he had to give.

"See, When we harm ourselves the cut that we make on our skin always starts upwards and it's deep on the upper side." Hoseok demonstrated the same on Namjoon's hand with the pen, and the rest of them concentrated on it like it was a lesson

"But when someone else does it, They start from the opposite end. So it's deeper on the down side. And the cuts on her hands are deep where they end, Not where they begin." Hoseok did the same thing, but in an opposite way, then the room was filled with gasps again. He was spot on.

"That's genius hyung." Taehyung's eyes sparkled as he looked at the older man in admiration. Everyone was speechless and gave his bang on explanation.

"She showed you that so easily?" Yoongi asked with a smirk decorating his face. Hoseok just shrugged.

"She was sleeping, I didn't ask."

"Thought so."

"Hyung that's not right." Taehyung complained, and Hoseok looked at him incredulously.

"Someone tried to hurt her and you think I should have asked for her permission? You're better than that Tae." Taehyung quickly scowled, but agreed silently to his hyung statement. If someone tries to hurt you, they should definitely pay for it.

"True that."

"Where should we start?"

"Let's start from her house, I'm sure she has CCTV installed on her main gate. Let's check that." Hoseok added.

"I don't think that's going to work, There was no one when we came. What makes you think that person is going to be dumb enough to leave any evidence?" Everyone agreed with Namjoon's theory. Looking at the situation, there was a very slim chance that there would be any kind of evidence.

"Let's give it a try at least."

"Jin hyung is right, What if we are lucky and we end up finding something?"

"We are already lucky enough Kookah, But i'd be down to try as well." Jungkook gave Yoongi a hi-five and the latter smiled at the enthusiastic young boy.

"Okay then, Taehyung see if you can hack into her house cameras."

Taehyung immediately fetched his laptop and it didn't take long enough for him to work his magic on it.

"Shit they have been shut for a lot of days. The last footage we have here is fifteen days old." The little hope that everyone had quickly deflated the way it came and that brought the men to a dead end just like before.

The guys sat around the table as puzzled as before, There were no clues and none of them were sure if you were going to even answer their questions. Things had been already complicated since the beginning,

"Wait a minute, I'm sure the other houses must have some kind of surveillance around. It's the upscale area after all." Jin's words piqued everyone's interest, and Taehyung immediately got to work with his tongue poking out just a little. That one thing that gave away his full concentration mode.

"Holy fucking shit." Taehyung's eyebrows shot up the moment he saw the black figure jumping right out. The house had a camera fitted on the gate which gave a slightly distant view of your main gate, and that was enough to give a clue.

"The images are a little distorted, But yeah looks like a guy. Cant see his face though. Fucker's wearing a hoodie."

The guys played the footage back and forth, but there was nothing else they could identify about the intruder.

"Guys, let's get some sleep. Let's start this fresh again tomorrow." Namjoon got up from his seat and the rest followed suit. They had a long day too, and this required all of their concentration and priority.

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You remained in bed for most of the part of the morning and thankfully none of the guys or Lily woke you up. You heard the buzz of the phone on the side table and saw Chong bin's number flashing on it. You picked up the phone and before you could speak anything, Chong bin's cries of help made your blood run cold.

"Chongbin, Are you okay?"

"DJ, My friend. Your man isn't okay. And he is not going to be okay anytime soon. Say your goodbyes to him." The man on the opposite side doesn't give you a chance to speak. You hear gunshots and the dead silence engulfs both the ends of the phone.

"I swear to god, I will kill you. Don't you let yourself get caught." The man on the other end laughs evilly as you clutch the phone tightly in your hand.

"We will see about that DJ, We will see. And no don't you think this is the end." The line drops dead and you flume with anger. The man sounded much like the man who was at your house yesterday, and that evil laugh was wired deeply in your brain. The laugh that mocked you to no end. The laugh that had you doing things you could never imagine. You had to literally send away your best friend and you couldn't be there for him. And now it was Chongbin. One of your most trusted men. You were definitely going to drag him to hell and back once you had your hands on him.

You quickly push the blankets aside and grab your car keys and rush out of the main door. Leaving a startled Lily right beside the door.

"Where are you going?" Lily grabs you by the arms but you quickly brush it away. You had no time to give out explanations. Lily does not ask anymore questions upon your silence and just follows you to the car.

"Just get in, I'll tell you everything on the way." You speed the streets like your life depends on it, and the moment you reach Chong bin's house, the sight that greets you both gets Lily's lungs in motion.

Chongbin lay lifeless on the floor. A bullet shot straight into his head between his eyebrows, and tortured him similarly, just like the way Jeh was. You sit down right next to him and close his lifeless eyes that lay wide open. Lily sits down beside you and holds your hand tightly while she shivers for herself.

"DJ calm down, We will find him. There must be a clue. I will fucking rip into shreds once i lay my hands on him." Lily holds you tighter as anger flows through your veins. The person that did this to him had to die and you were going to make sure you would lay your hands on him soon.

"I need to be alone Lily, I'll call you sometime and you can pick me up."

"DJ no you can't be alone right now. I can stay."

"Lily, I said I need to be alone right now." You don't repeat it again and Lily gets the hint and leaves quietly. You quickly call up your men to finish off the last rites of Chongbin and once that was done. Then the DJ that had been a little too comfortable in the defense would be all ready to be on the offence and this won't be, it wasn't going to be nice.

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Lily calms her breathing down once she's settled in the car, her heart beating wild in her chest the moment she sees Chongbin on the floor. This was getting out of hand. She knew who it was. She knew it the moment Jeh left Seoul.

Lily had an agenda from the start. Everything was well until DJ got Ivanov into the equation. All of this would have been solved if the deal had been postponed a little. Lily had you and the men of Bangtan right where she wanted. They may not be aware, but they were falling for you. She could see it.

The incessant ringing of her phone pulled her back into reality and her blood ran cold again the moment she saw who it was. With shivering hands and a stuttered voice, Lily held the phone against her ear.

"What do you want?" She tried mustering the entire courage inside her to utter one sentence.

"Is that how you speak to your brother, Yulina?" Sweat started forming on Lily's head when she heard the name. The name that she had left behind a long time ago. A very long time ago. That part of her was dead when she decided she had no other option to escape if she wanted to live.

"Mikhail. That part of me died the day I ran away. Do not call me that."

"Yulina, My little sister Yulina. Always a disgrace aren't you? Well then should I say the same thing to this gentleman here?"

"I said I'd help you Mikhail, You have to give me time."

"I don't have time Yulina, Maybe this gentleman here will motivate you to do things a little faster for me?"

"Yulina."

"Boris." Tears started streaming down Lily's face as soon as she heard that voice. The voice of the man she loved for a long long time.

"Yulina, Where are you?"

"Listen up Yulina, I am texting you an address and i want you here in the next half an hour. If you're not here Boris will be dead next."

"Mikhail do not do anything to him, I am coming." Lily kept screaming into the car. She had no clue why this was happening to her. Mikhail seemed to be a step ahead of her in every way, and she hated it with her entire existence.

The only reason she had gotten you involved in the men of Bangtan's life was because she had found Boris after all these years. And now she had the chance to finally be with him. But fate had other plans for her. Ivanov died and Mikhail came out of hiding. The calm waters of the past brought out a storm, and all she could do was stand and watch the things she loved get destroyed one by one.

Lily was confident you would find Mikhail by any means and that was the reason she had asked for you to allow her to kill him. The scores needed to be settled and this time she would win. She would bring Mikhail down for forever, and by the time the news would have reached Russia. She would be on the run with Boris. Bangtan had you, she had Boris, and it was supposed to work that way. But now?

Twenty minutes and two narrowly escaped accidents later, Lily reached the location Mikhail had texted her. And this time a loud sob escaped her mouth when she saw Boris tied to the chair and his face bruised. It looked like the guy could barely breathe.

"Boris. Wake up, I'm here." A sharp pain shot through her scalp as soon as Boris opened his eyes.

"We have some unfinished business." Mikhail looked at her with the same hate that she had seen all these years. The same hatred that ran in the family for her. The same way her father looked at her. The same way the eldest sibling looked at her. And her only fault was the difference in sperm that led to her birth, and her mother's death.

"Mikhail keep him out of it, I beg of you." Lily pleaded at his feet. But Mikhail refused to budge. He had a completely different agenda.

"I will, Only if you bring DJ to me."

"I will. Leave him please." Lily quickly jumps to her feet to untie Boris. But the minute her fingers touch the rope, Mikhail slaps her with all his might, throwing Lily at a distance.

"Who said you could touch him whore?"

"Mikhail leave him out of this, You want DJ ? I will get her. Take all of the eight. But spare him." Mikhail let out a laugh on hearing her pleas. They made no sense. But that's all she could do right now.

"I want DJ today. By evening I want her to be tied up in the same place as this motherfucker is. If not he's dead."

"Mikhail il get her. You have to promise me you will let Boris go." Before Mikhail could answer the question. The ring of his phone bought an unreadable expression on his face. He stepped out, and the moment Lily found Boris alone. She quickly rushed forward to undo his ties.

"Don't do that Yulina, He wont let me go. There are snipers stationed around the building. Even if we escape we won't go far." Lily let go of the ties in her hands and collapsed onto the floor.

"I'm Sorry, I really am."

"Don't be. What are we going to do now?"

"I'm going to drop a hint to DJ about Mikhail, That's all she needs. Once she knows who killed Chongbin she will be a shark out for blood. We just have to wait."

"Are you crazy, what are you trying to do?"

"I don't know, Everythings messed up right now. But if someone can kill Mikhail it's DJ. I can't involve Bangtan, They will kill you."

"As if your brother is going to spare me."

"I won't let anything happen to you. Not this time. This time we are together. I don't care what happens to the rest of them."

"What if Mikhail kills DJ?"

"No he won't. At Least not now. All I have to do is give a hint about him to DJ and then let her handle it."

"Are you sure?"

"This is the only way out. We will figure out everything else later."

"Okay if you say so." The door opens with a bang and Mikhail walks in with a smug smile on his face.

"Till Evening, Yulina. Or else your boy is dead. Now get lost." Mikhail sends her flying right into another corner and Boris struggles to free himself. Earning another slap from Mikhail.

Lily makes her way down to the building and she takes a deep breath before she fishes her phone out of her jeans. She had to make sure she had to be on the winning end. No matter who won and no matter who died. The familiar ringtone rings through the car. Lily holding her breath, ready to save herself and her love.

"Can you arrange a Midazolam Injection for me? Just enough to put someone to sleep immediately.?" She quickly sends the location and as soon the confirmation hits as the screen. She calls you, fingers beating on the steering wheel and her anxiety rushing beyond the roof.

"DJ where are you ?"

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i'll steal you from yourself | leeknow | a, f

part two of "i'll hide you in my heart"

♡pairing- female reader x minho

♡summary- lee minho finally decides to listen to his heart.

the one where minho repents.

♡genre- brothers best friend au! forbidden love au! college au! angst, fluff

♡warnings- swearing, kissing, overprotective older brother chan, emotionally constipated minho, oblivious love, repressed emotions, mild violence (punching and swearing and grabbing and throwing) mention of recorded violence, slow burn, angsty confessions, lots of crying, LOTS OF CRYING AND PAIN this is too painful, there's fluff to make up for it soooo

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ten

heartbreaks were never meant to hurt this much. you'd never expected to be the girl who would relate to lana del ray and cry her eyes out but you currently were crying your heart out. it wasn't mere heartache that coursed through your veins, it was pure pain. raw, unfiltered rejection that travelled through you and came out in sobs.

"it's okay, y/n, look here, it's okay." hyunjin patted your hand, patiently waiting for you to explain. "take as long as you need. i am here okay?"

you nodded, choking on a sob as you began to tell him the events of the night. "i-i-" you began and he softly cooed your cry down.

"its okay, its okay."

"i, i left han on the dance floor, because he, uh-" you began, unsure on as to how would tell hyunjin this? how many men had to hand your own feelings to you on a platter before you realised your own?

"han told you that you loved minho and were better off breaking it up with han?" hyunjin politely questioned and that just lead to a new wave of tears. "shh, it's okay, i am not angry, i'm not blaming you..."

"yes yes, so he um-" another sob had you exhaling quickly and hyunjin gripped your hand tighter.

"easy, easy y/n. deep breaths." he cooed, concerned eyes boring into mine. "do you want to talk about something else for some time? do you want me to get you something to drink? water?"

you shook your head. "no i want to get it out right now. but i would, would, uh ,uh love some uh, wat-water."

hyunjin nodded "i'll be right back." he got up and left for the kitchen.

you took deep breaths, using the silence to bring your emotions back in order.

minho.

your minho.

kissing yuna.

another girl.

it shouldn't have hurt you this much. lee minho had no obligation to remain loyal to you, he had no reason to not kiss other people nor had you any right to be angry at him for this. maybe it was this fact that gripped your heart, threatening to tear it into shreds as the image of minho kissing yuna didn't leave your mind.

"here." hyunjin handed you a water bottle and you gulped down water with a grateful sigh.

he patted your back as you capped the bottle and placed it on the table. "better?" he questioned and in all honesty, you shook your head.

"i don't know why it's hurting me this bad hyun, i just, i just don't know what's wrong with me. why the fuck am i feeling so betrayed when he and i were not even together. why am i angry at him for kissing someone else? all he did was kiss a girl and here i am getting horribly angry on him as if he just committed a crime. to me that is." you blurted out, sadness turning into frustration as hyunjin slowly took your words in.

"it's okay y/n, you're allowed to feel whatever you're feeling. i won't lie and say that it's justified for you to be angry or unleash your anger on minho but as long as it's you just feeling that, you're allowed to feel anything." hyunjin being the sentimental one like always, reasoned beautifully with your racing mind. "don't beat yourself up over for feeling a certain way. i am here to listen to you okay?"

"thank you hyun." you mumbled, clutching his hand as you wiped more tears.

"also, i called chan when i went to get water. he deserves to know y/n, you can't hide this from him." he confessed, biting his lip a little nervously and you sighed.

"i had a feeling. it's okay, he was gonna know sooner or later."

"but..but but..this sucks hyun." you cried out once more, your brain not yet ready to let this night go. "you should've seen the look on han's face when i left him, it was pure adoration and hurt and i fucking ruined that for him and for me. all for a man who was never mine and never will be. god i fucking messed up big time."

hyunjin sighed, settling down beside you and tucking you under his arm. "i know y/n, i feel you." he hummed. "have you forgotten? we went through this too? don't you see us now? we are okay aren't we? you and han will be too. we all know how great of a person han is, we all know how much he respects you. he will never let such a little thing hurt your friendship y/n. judging from our experience, it will be alright y/n. i can promise you one thing, han is not holding you accountable for anything here. he won't, i know him. i've known him since middle school." hyunjin finished, holding your shaking body close as his words comforted you to no level.

"thank you hyun." you mumbled, tired from all the crying you'd done.

"can you please stay over tonight? just tonight? just stay?" you pouted, looking up at him. "i don't want to be alone, and i don't want to talk negative to chan about his best friend.."you trailed off, fidgeting with your shirt and hyunjin smiled slowly.

"no worries y/n, i'll stay as long as you want me to."

eleven

hyunjin mumbled a "she's still asleep." to chan who'd peeked in through the door.

chan took a note of the way you were sprawled in hyunjin's arms, face still carrying fired tear tracks as you snored softly. "okay thanks." chan mouthed back to hyunjin with a thumbs up before leaning back and closing the door.

he sighed as he gazed at the closed bedroom door that belonged to his dear sister.

seeing her look so vulnerable like that, when he knew that she'd been crying merely hour ago, twisted chan's heart in painful ways.

this is exactly a situation he never wanted his sister to witness. these kinds of men were the exact men that he and minho were trying to protect y/n from. who knew that minho would be the very man to have y/n have her first ever heartbreak.

without even dating her.

chan walked downstairs to prepare something to eat for them and and hyunjin. wondering if this situation could've been avoided had he paid a little more attention to where his sister's heart lied and what his best friend's eyes had been hiding.

"hey-" minho mumbled as he entered the house, making chan look up from his sandwhich.

chan sighed, refusing to look at minho as he walked back into his room, leaving minho standing awkwardly in the living room.

he cursed, himself and the world for this situation. never in a million years had he expected you to cry over him of all people. a pretty shitty way of making your feelings clear he figured, he should've been a better best friend and been honest, both with you and chan.

he couldn't help but blame himself as he trudged over to chan's room and knocked.

"can't you see that i don't want to talk to you?" chan grumbled.

minho was taken aback at the sudden hostility, unaware that chan was wallowing in self guilt for keeping you and y/n apart.

"woah, dude, chill-"

"chill?" you want me to chill after breaking my sisters heart?"

minho's frown deepened. "break her heart? bro, we weren't even together in the first place? all i did was kiss one girl-"

"and you shouldn't have!" chan blurted without thinking. he wasn't sure who he was angry on more. him or his best friend?

"and why not?" minho yelled back, he had had enough of his own thoughts hurting him throughout the night. "so you sister is fucking allowed to date boys right under my nose and i can't kiss one girl? what kind of fucked up double standard is that?"

“you make us stay apart for years when i so obviously had positive feelings for her and now you suddenly want to blame me for not acting on those feelings? do you see the problem here chan? i’ve been taking your shit for years now, all in hope that maybe one fucking day you’ll see what’s right under your nose but you’re too hung up on the image of a sweet little baby sister you’re supposed to protect that you refuse to let y/n be seen as a grown woman by someone. what kind of a stupid double standard allows her to date right in front of me but the second i do it, it’s all a horrible thing and i’m the villain?

chan grit his teeth, anger reaching it's peak as he blurted out what was on his mind. "she liked you!"

"and i love her!" minho let out with a passionate yell, making both him and chan stop dead in their tracks.

"min,,,what?" chan ghosted as minho's eyes teared up.

"god you are just so dense. i fucking love her, have loved her for god knows how long-" minho scoffed before he felt his eyes turning teary again. "and now it's all ruined. thanks a lot." he spat before turning on his heels to leave.

"min no wait!" chan began but minho's glare stopped him short.

"drop it chan. you've done enough over the years for her. for us."

“you can’t just leave like this minho!” chan yelled out, making minho scoff.

“oh yeah? are you gonna control this aspect of her life too? you’re gonna make her date me because that’s what seems proper now? save it chan.”

“i’ve made my decision.” minho blurted as he ignored chan’s voice and walked out.

twelve

on his way out, minho encountered hyunjin in the kitchen who was still dressed in yesterday's outfit. though it looked worn out.

his pants were crinkled, corset was off and the shirt was buttoned loosely. even his makeup was on, a little cakey and dry from being worn too long and his shirt was buttoned loosely and tucked out. his hair indicated that he'd fallen asleep in that fit.

minho narrowed his eyes as he saw his figure looking back at him.

"minho-" hyunjin began but minho scoffed, crossing his arms as he put two and two together.

"i hope she atleast had fun with you last night." he spat with glossy eyes, struggling to rush out the door before hyunjin could say another word.

the fight with chan had been one issue, but seeing hyunjin in this manner, especially after what he did with you, made minho angrier than ever. his feelings crashed all over the place as he tried to figure out what he was actually feeling.

was he angry at chan for being so protective? was he angry at himself for being a coward? was he angry at you for sleeping with hyunjin?

sleeping with hyunjin ultimately meant that you went back to him right? that you chose him over minho.

and that minho had been worried about nothing.

he let out a curse under his breath as he stalked out of the house, his heart feeling like it was stepped on.

thirteen

"y/n!" hyunjin rushed into your room, a panicked expression on his face. "minho was here-"

"what?" you blurted out. "when?"

"just now." hyunjin told you, beginning to speak further but you cut him off again.

"did he just leave? i can catch him outside then!!" you reasoned and jumped off your bed to hurry to meet him.

"y/n wait!" hyunjin yelled to your back but you yelled back. "whatever it is, it can wait hyun. lee minho is the most important thing to me now."

you refused his cries as you rushed out of the house bare feet, ignoring chan who was coming out of his room to see what the commotion was about.

"sis-" but you paid no heed as you rushed into your driveway, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man you loved.

thankfully, you caught him right when he was getting into his car, halfway in. you ran up to him, breath coming in pants as you yelled his name. he turned back, frown set deep on his face as his eyes softened at your sight.

"lee fucking minho you better stop right there-" you cried out as you neared him, coming to a rigid stop.

he took a note of your dishevelled state, hair messy and yesterdays dress messy on your figure. "y/n?" he questioned. "what are you-"

you tried not to let the absence of thumper hurt you.

"how could you just leave like this?" you shouted, each feature on your face dripping with anger. "how could you just take off like this-"

"like what?" he interrupted you, the frown now back on his face. "leaving like a normal person?"

"what-"

"i didn't peg you for such a girl y/n. i thought you were the one for me but, huh, i guess i was wrong." he tutted, glancing down at the floor with a pitiful look.

confusion clouded every thought of yours as you interpreted his words. "min...what are you on about?"

"stop. dont call me min. it makes me feel yours." he regretfully mumbled with pained eyes. "do you know how much i've been beating myself up all night because of what i did yesterday? do you know how much i pained my own thoughts when i thought that i'd hurt you...and do you know how bad it feels to realise that you were never hurt by this in the first place...to see you jump into another guys arms when i thought that you wanted to be held in mine.."he let his feelings out in a rush, tired of keeping them all inside. "i thought, that maybe, maybe you finally saw me for me and i wanted.. i hated myself for making you cry...turns out you were never crying over me were you."

"min.." you corrected yourself. "minho, what are you even saying-"

"i take it you had fun with hyunjin huh? did he make you feel loved?" minho's hurt gaze speared your heart into two as you relaised what misunderstanding had brewed itself in minho's mind.

"no no, you have it all wrong-" you began but minho suddenly bent down, removing his shoes and interrupted you.

"lift your feet." he sternly said as you followed and he placed each of his shoes under your bare feet.

"i always have it wrong don't i?" he sighed, gazing back at you with teary eyes. "i don't want the old consolation anymore y/n..i am done."

you felt your heart crack as tears began to form on the ends of your own eyes. "no wait you don't-"

"y/n!" hyunjin yelled behind you as he appeared at your door.

minho's face hardened as he stood up. "i wish you two a happy life. it was always him wasn't it." he sighed, getting into the car, ignoring all your protests.

"please y/n, don't make this harder than it already is. let me go now. i beg you." he pleaded, and you let go of his arm. "thumper, please."

“don’t make this harder than it’s supposed to be y/n, you’ve made your decision now let me make mine.”

your tears fell as minho sat down in his car, ignoring your tears, he began to start the engine.

"goodbye y/n." he mumbled one last time before turning away from you.

leaving you standing in his shoes.

fourteen

you woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. last night's events were a big blur to you that was still somehow clear enough to be understood. you groaned when the headache hit harder upon movement. crying to sleep was never a good idea.

you glanced at the time, 2:45 pm on a sunday. not too bad, you figured as you hauled your tired body out of bed and proceeded to get some water.

throat scrathcy and dried from the crying, you remembered your painful conversation with hyunjin as he told what minho possibly believed. thankfully, hyunjin had promised to clear the misunderstanding at the earliest once minho had calmed down a bit.

"hey, how're you feeling?" chan mumbled as he saw you walk into the room.

"shitty." you answered back, dragging a bottle to your lips as you gulped the water down. "i hate this." you confessed, placing the bottle down and chan sighed.

"i know, and i am sorry." he mumbled, making you turn to him.

"why?"

"for being a stupid brother and a stupid best friend and not seeing what was right in front of me. i am sorry for bringing rise to this situation." he swallowed, making you smile sadly.

"its okay. you're not the only one at fault chan. we both were cowards, silly to play with something as important as someone's heart. somewhere along the way, we both took what we had for granted and refused to let it bloom. that's on us, don't beat yourself up over it channie, you're a great brother and a wonderful best friend. don't let this come in between your friendship with him." you finished, not taking minho's name because it physically pained you to even mention him.

chan's eyes glistened with unspoken gratitude as he took your words in sincerely. within seconds, he was over to you and crushing you in a warm, comforting hug that made you feel a tad bit better.

"when did my little y/n grow up so much huh? where did the little girl i was supposed to protect? where is my baby sister?" he chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension in the room.

"she's right here, she will always be here channie." you mumbled against his shoulder as he held you close.

"she just never needed protecting, she had always been strong enough. i was too slow to see it." chan sighed, smoothing his hands down your back. "forgive me y/n, i am sorry." he said once more and you hit him jokingly, making him yell out a fake "ouch."

"shut up old man, just accept my forgiveness and move on. don't get all sappy on me now." you sniffed back your tears that were forming,

fifteen

as you came back from your classes the next day, you found minho in the living room, packing a few things.

"hey." you helplessly mumbled as you walked in and minho looked surprised at your entrance.

"don't you have classes till 4 today?" he questioned, refusing to look you in the eye as he carried on with his packing.

"the last one got cancelled.." you trailed off, ignoring the pang that was eating at your heart upon seeing minho after two whole days.

"oh well." he mumbled carelessly as he continued ignoring you and you felt your resolve break as your throat clogged up with unsaid words.

"aren't you gonna say something? what are you doing? where are you going?" you cried out, making him look at you for a split second and what hurt you was that you could still see the adoration and care in his stupid expressive eyes.

"i'm going back home. to my parents. and i am packing for the same," he sighed, looking unamused as he chucked in a few more things. "and as for the former question."

he picked up the box with a heaving sigh.

"what else is left there to say huh?" he mumbled as he slipped past you, leaving you all alone once more.

sixteen

lee minho had experienced pain, heartache, grief and every other emotion in between. however, the gripping feelings that were currently twisting his heart were on another spectrum as each pang and zing traveled through every fibre of his body, settling in the darkest parts of him as the pain of losing you settled in his mind.

he chucked his feelings away like an old shoe box again, but hey refused to remain away as they crept up back to him, caging him and leaving him only with thoughts of you.

he hated how hyunjin only had to wait three years before winning your heart while he had spent his entire life just wanting to be yours, he hated how he wanted you to cry over him kissing yuna rather than getting with hyunjin. he hated himself for not accepting that maybe you didn't have the feelings he harboured for you.

maybe he read the signs wrong all along.

maybe chan was right. he was never meant to be your man.

he could never steal your heart, never hide you in his.

minho felt an unbearable amount of sadness overtake his mind as he left you with a curt reply, it took everything he had in him to not turn around at that exact moment and hug you, take you in his arms and confess his true feelings over and over again till they were engraved in your mind.

but he couldn't.

he wasn't yours and you weren't his.

he forced his eyes to stay trained away from you, for he knew that once glance at you, and his resolve would break, and he would be on his knees for you.

he sniffed his tears away, blinking them away as he loaded the boxes in his car, and began his journey back home.

seventeen

“it’s really over. he left.” you told chan as you cried in his arms. “my one forever really left me.”

the door opened with a loud noise, making you look up in hopes that it was minho but hyunjin stood there, a single purple eye and multiple bruises decorated his face, behind him stood han, holding him close.

“hyun..” you gasped, chan and you hurriedly made your way to him. “what happened?”

“i..uh,, minho came to see me. and things just…escalated.” he sighed, wincing as you took a look at his injuries.

“what?” chan blurted, fetching ice packs.

“minho?” you repeated, to confirm and han nodded.

“thought you might want to know.” han mumbled as he handed you his phone.

“what?”

“just watch the goddamned video y/n.” hyunjin hissed in pain. “i don’t want this to be in vain.”

“why don’t we calm down a little,” han mentioned, noting the panicked look on your and chan’s face. “it’s a harmless fight really, minor skirmishes, nothing drastic right hyunjin?”

hyunjin nodded. “don’t worry about me, i’m alright. just please, watch the video y/n.”

you gulped as you took the phone with shaky hands, chan holding you closely while your finger hovered over the play button, putting the figures in the video in motion.

“and you fucking sleep with her the first chance you get? you prick!” minho yelled at hyunjin who was standing in front of him, the video was taken in a very discreet manner, the phone was at an awkward angle and most of the video was hurried and concealed by things. however, you could still make out the clear figures and voices of hyunjin and minho as they fought.

“what the fuck are you on about?” hyunjin clapped back, enraging minho as his tone worsened.

“you know what i’m talking about. she is vulnerable for once and you jump her? pathetic. i swear to god if you break her heart again i will kill you with my bare hands. you have no idea how fucking lucky you are.” minho spat.

you waited for hyunjin to correct minho’s misconception but instead, hyunjin let out a mocking laugh. “ahh, so you’re jealous? you’re fucking jealous that y/n made me her first? why? does it hurt that her older big brother minho was not there for this milestone huh?”

this seemed to urge minho as he rushed to hyunjin, grabbing him by the collar as han, standing behind the phone yelled a “woah!”

“what is this hyunjin?” you passed the video,”why did you lie?”

“just watch.” the duo pleaded and you reluctantly agreed.

you pressed play again.

“that’s it you asshole!” minho spat and hyunjin chuckled once more.

“what? does it hurt that she chose me over you? well, to be fair i did wait three years for her. that’s a lot don’t you think?” hyunjin dryly added, making minho growl in anger.

“you fucking asshole!” minho yelled before delivering a loud punch right on hyunjin’s face, knocking him backwards.

han urged forward, trying to stop them but hyunjin held up his hands. “stay out of this han.”

“so, does it hurt? watching her fall for me instead of you?” hyunjin egged minho on further, pushing him back roughly. "you are with yuna anyway, we know you two kissed."

“shut up!” minho yelled before delivering another punch. “you have no idea what you’re talking about! for the record yuna forced that one on me okay? i never reciprocated! you have no idea what you are saying!" minho yelled and hyunjin looked shocked for a minute before he recovered.

“oh really? me waiting three years is not good enough for love?”

“you say you love her?” minho let out, pulling hyunjin up by his collar. “you say you fucking love her? have been for what?” he spat, “three measly years?”

“well get in line because i have been in love with her my entire fucking life.” minho confessed, anger coating each and every word as it dripped with pain.

hyunjin’s eyes glinted, as if he had just achieved what he wanted.

“what?” he mumbled, genuinely astounded at minho’s sudden outburst.

“yes you idiot. i have been in love with y/n for 15 fucking years.” he spat before pushing hyunjin away.

“and if you break her heart once more hwang, i won’t hesitate to come for you. take this as a warning.” minho completed, walking away from the scene without turning back.

and that’s where the video ended.

tears were lining your cheeks, your throat was choking up, your heart was twisting inside as you took in the sudden revelations.

minho was not angry at the fact that you went back with hyunjin, he was angry that you went back with hyunjin instead of him.

‘i have been in love with y/n for 15 fucking years.”

the words rang clear as day in your brain, making you tense up as they comforted you the same.

“fuck.” you breathed out as chan rubbed your back. “it’s true y/n, he confessed to me too a few days ago, the day he was here to talk to you-.”

“but then he saw me and it all went to hell.” hyunjin completed. “the least i could do was clear this up, and clear it up with a good confession.” hyunjin smiled.

han placed his hand on yours. “we are all rooting for you y/n, we are here for you. go get that stubborn man of yours. go make him yours.”

“steal him from himself y/n, make him yours.”

eighteen

you reached the airport in record time as you rushed in, looking for his flight to your hometown.

your breathing was erratic, pulse rushing and heart beating a thousand beats per minute.

you stopped short at the ticketing counter, frightening the lady who was seated there.

"flight 781 to little kilton!" you blurted out, breathless from the run as chan caught up to you.

"im sorry miss, the flight just boarded and will depart in five minutes." she smiled politely, letting her eyes already fall away from you as she busied herself with her computer.

a heavy stone crushed your heart as you turned to chan, shaking your head softly as you felt your soul break into a thousand tiny pieces. "he's really gone." a small part of you felt like you deserved this, like all the pain and suffering you put all your loved ones through was finally catching up to you.

lee minho came like the brightest spring of your life and finally made way for the cruellest of winters. like falling windflowers, he was out of your life for good.

to a normal person, a visit to one’s parents is not that big of a departure statement, however, the fact that minho decided to leave without even saying goodbye before his final departure made this intention clear.

whatever you both had, was now hanging by a mere thread, one that had just snapped.

gone.

“let’s go sis.” chan sighed, placing his arms around yours in a manner to comfort you but little did it help. with a heavy heart, you both got back into the car, ready to drive back home.

a home without lee minho.

nineteen

had chan not received an urgent call for work, you two would've driven home together.

"call me right when you reach okay?" chan had mumbled as he sat you in the cab he had ordered for you. "keep texting me throughout the ride as well." he instructed and you nodded listlessly.

the entire rode consisted of you sending chan single alphabets to let him know you were okay and listening to, you guessed it right, lana del ray once more. the beautiful lyrics brought out your emotions for you and you felt your pain was validated.

"i'm here." you quickly called chan as you got off near the driveway, and thanked the driver, making your way home.

"okay, i'll be back in three hours. love ya. take care sis." chan softly told you from the other side.

"love you, bye." you cut the call, rummaging through your bag for keys when a very familiar figure sat on your front porch.

your eyes felt like they were lying, deceiving you when you saw the man staring back at you.

littered with light bruises, lee minho's face smiled at you as you walked up the path.

feet pushing you quicker, you rushed to him as he got up too, anticipating you as you crashed into him and he cradled you in a big hug.

"thumper." he breathed softly, nuzzling his face in your hair as you breathed him in.

he was here.

your minho was here.

"min.." was all you mumbled as you broke apart and he held your face in his hands.

"i couldn't leave without saying goodbye, to my thumper at least." he sadly smiled and you knew that he still believed the other story.

"you're an idiot." was all you mumbled as you grabbed him by his collar and connected your lips together.

minho froze, eyes wide and hands at his sides as he received your sudden kiss.

a muffled yelp sounded out of his mouth as you kissed him deep and held him in place. when you leaned back, he was still frozen, staring at you with side eyes as you shyly looked back at him.

before anyone could say anything, minho pushed his fingers into your hair and pulled your face back to his, gluing your lips together.

this time, he kissed you and he kissed you deeply.

his slightly chapped, soft lips coaxed your open so lovingly, you felt a little weak in the knees when he kissed you. he held you close, fingers in your hair and one on your face as he refused to let even an inch of space between you two. he groaned softly when your hands cradled in his hair, one pulling him by the neck. softly nibbling on your bottom lip, minho teased you with the words he had been unable to say, words that had been left unsaid.

your heart jumped deliciously at the union of the two lips as your tongues began to explore each other, dragging it out slowly, minho kissed you with everything in him.

when you retreated, his breathless pants told you everything. that this kiss was as magical for him as it had been for you.

"fuck that was-" he panted.

"perfect" you finished, leaning to peck his swollen lips once last time.

eyes blown wide, minho gazed at your smile with such adoration that your heart felt physically full. "what- what is happening thumper?" he questioned, brushing his thumb over your saliva slick lips.

"what should've happened years ago." you murmured breathlessly before you two leaned in simultaneously to attack each others mouths once more.

groaning at the contact, minho felt his heart soar as he finally kissed the girl he loved.

“we shouldn’t be doing this-.” minho tried to begin but you silenced him with another kiss, not letting him question your love anymore as you felt yourself grow teary.

"wait, i need to say it." he broke apart, making you tilt your head.

"i love you y/n, thumper, baby, i love you so much that it scares me. i love you too much to see you in pain, i love you so much that i am ready to lose myself for you. you make me want to be a better person, you make me smile, you make my day beautiful." he sighed, taking your hand. "y/n, thumper, you have been the one for me ever since middle school. you were always, you will always be my number one. i love you." he finished, making you smile with teary eyes. "and i am sorry for kissing yuna and all the other stupid things i've done-"

"sshhh..." you put a hand upto his lips. "i know, i heard. han and hyunjin staged the fight and recorded your confession..." you revealed and minho's jaw dropped open. “i love you too min, have been for some years now.”

“i cant believe you ever believed that i didn’t like you thumper. isn’t it so obvious? or is it just in bang bloodline to not notice the obvious?” minho joked, pulling you close.

“well, whenever i did try to hint at us, you quickly shut it down… presumably because of chan but i did believe that all your caring actions towards me were because you saw me as a little sister.”

“true, brothers care for their sisters my dear thumper but i, never was your brother, never will be. god forbid. chan is more than enough to make your life, and mine, a living hell.” he chuckled, making you giggle sweetly against his chest.

“gosh, all those years i spent taking care of you, proving how much i loved you, were all in vain?” he mocked dramatic pain and you slapped his chest lightly.

“shut up min,” and he let out a devastatingly handsome grin. his smile fainted as he remembered something.

“what?” you questioned, still in his arms as you looked up at him.

"wait…those fuckers..so you and hyun.." he trailed off.

"never were, it was all a misunderstanding." you cleared and caressed his cheek as he sheepishly looked down.

"wow i really am stupid."

"well...you're in love what can we say." you giggled, pecking his nose as he blushed lightly.

"then i'll gladly be stupid for my thumper." he smiled fondly leaning his forehead against yours as he chased your lips once more.

a/n: it’s 5am i should really sleep.

p.s- optional additional parts 3 and 4 can be available as fluff and smut drabbles for more couple lovey dovey minho and y/n!! lmk if you would like that!!

hope you liked this! do leave feedback and reblog ♡︎

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John and Vala Rec List

I love John, I love Vala, and I think they'd be incredible friends, but there aren't a ton of fics about them. So here are some fic recs, posted with the author's summaries unless otherwise noted. Friendship fics are listed first, then slash fics.

Fics where John & Vala are the main focus:

Glad You're Here by Catalina_Leigh (1k, T, gen)

The SGC may not be Atlantis, but at least John has Vala, who loves movies and popcorn as much as he does. And she's happy to have him around.

The SGC Guide To Intergalactic Hookups: An Etiquette Manual by bomberqueen17 (12k, T, John/Rodney, Vala/Daniel)

Not the author's summary: this is part of a larger series, and is set during The Return. Additionally in this series, John and Vala meet in New Friends, he sends her a gift in Rotary Cutter, and she joins him and many others for Christmas in A House A Home.

Fics where John & Vala aren't the main focus:

G******, Pirates and Thieves* (series) by auburn (372k total, M/T, many ships, mostly John/Rodney

Author's summary from the first fic: Vala Mal Doran and her partners, renegades Jehan abd-Ba'al and Meredith McKay, hijack the Tau'ri ship Prometheus and leave the Milky Way behind in search of the Lost City of the Ancients, Atlantis.

No Good Deed by forestgreen (65k, M, John/Cam, Daniel/Jack)

John opened the closed record that Stargate Command had on him and skipped over its content: "Dr John Sheppard, Civilian Consultant to the U.S. Air Force, member of SG-1, PhD in Applied Mathematics and PhD in Computer Science, gifted mathematician with a penchant for stealing, trustworthy." A small, satisfied smirk crooked John's lips. He struck the last part out and added a correction in red: "Gifted thief with a penchant for mathematics, not to trust." He saved the document and erased all traces of his presence in the system. It'd take a while for McKay to figure out that John had found yet another weakness in the SGC network. He ordered pizza and waited for the rest of the SG-1 to arrive. It was Mitchell's turn to pick the movie.

Gray Skies (series) by bluflamingo (27k total, T/E/G, John/Cam)

Not the author's summary: Post-Vegas, John ends up on SG-5 with Cam, Cadman, and Vala.

John/Vala

Good Vibrations by nimuetheseawitch (3k, E, John/Vala)

Vala has discovered the sex toy stores of San Francisco while visiting Atlantis in the Bay and needs to try out all her new gear. John is willing to help. (shameless self-plug)

When There's Nothing Left to Burn by auburn (8k, M, John /Vala, Rodney/Vala)

Neither of them tend to think about the consequences.

Home is Where? by Lyl (2k, T, John/Vala)

The day he was finally assigned his own team, John read their service records and promptly decided to find the nearest bar and get drunk.

So Good to You by busaikko (6k, T, Vala/John, past John/Cam)

Rodney had extorted a promise from John to not get recruited into SG-1 while he was on temporary re-assignment to the SGC. As John finished reciting his marriage vows from the crib-sheet Mitchell had handed him, he suspected Rodney would never let him live this down.

A Wanted Distraction by esteefee (1k, M, John/Vala)

"I thought you were supposed to have magical powers or something," Vala said. "Can't you just think the door open like a good boy?" If she didn't stop squirming like that, John was going to—well, there wasn't a hell of a lot he could do, considering he couldn't move an inch or two in either direction.

Pretty Pickle by esteefee (6k, M, John/Vala)

Vala and John get up to some mischief in the Milky Way.

John/Vala/more

Blame the Apocalypse by estefee (5k, E, John/Sam/Vala)

They stuck to the coastline, because the zombies—infected humans—instinctively avoided the ocean, what with the way saltwater made them dissolve.

Three Days in the Valley by Anagrrl (5k, T, John/Vala/Cam)

Cam never thought he'd be here, out on the sand and scrub. His family had wanted a farm, to grow fields of dark green and golden yellow, the soft brush of leaves audible in the early morning, underneath the drone of insects. They'd tried for it, they really had, but here he is, on horseback, no fields in sight.

(AKA - Vala and Cam herd cattle western AU)

Play Time by bluflamingo (2k, E, John/Vala/Cam)

"This galaxy has John, and a machine that just transformed all three of us into sea otters," Cam corrected

Business or Pleasure? by NeoVenus22 (6k, E, John/Vala/Sam/Cam)

What happens in DC stays in DC.

Fill me like a song do by anonymous (2k, E, John/Vala/Cam/Daniel)

Before standing, she’d kicked her legs off of their perch and nudged John out of the way with the toe of her boot. Tonight, he had asked to be pushed around and manipulated like a piece of furniture and a sex toy, and Vala had started with him as her footstool while she had called Daniel and Cam. The sight of a shirtless and collared John on all fours was making Daniel’s mouth water.

*This title is censored due to the use of a common racial slur.

#sga #sg-1 #stargate #stargate atlantis #stargate sg-1 #john sheppard #vala mal doran #fic #rec list #john sheppard & vala mal doran #john sheppard x vala mal doran

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This celebration is ADORABLE! Finnick Odair with ❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

hi honey, thank you so much! join the celebration

finnick odair x fem!reader (r is implied to be a past victor)

You feel a bit silly standing at Finnick’s door in your pyjamas, your face damp with tears, bare feet sinking into the carpeted floor. The train hums beneath you, almost hypnotising. You’re a bad sleeper in general, but being on this train has resurfaced so many things you wish you could forget. You don’t know why you expected any better, but tonight’s been dreadful.

You’re not sure if Finnick will even answer the door. You want to try anyway because your heart won’t stop racing and he’s the only person you’d ever want to see at a time like this.

“Finnick?” You swallow around the thick lump in your throat and knock softly on his door. “It’s me.”

He’s at the door faster than you expected. Perhaps he was having as bad a night as you.

“Y/N?” Finnick blinks at you. His hair’s a mess, his shirt crumpled. “Hey. Sweetheart, what are you doing up?”

You blink away fresh tears that threaten to spill. “I’m— I can’t sleep,” you confess. Red hot embarrassment creeps up your neck like flames. “I’m really sorry I woke you.”

Finnick shakes his head. “No, no, don’t be,” he murmurs, a pinch between his brows. “It’s okay, honey, I get it. Did you want to come in?”

You nod silently. He encourages you in to sit on the end of his bed, letting the door shut behind you. You and Finnick, you have a strange relationship. You’re very close, he knows you inside out, has learnt all your secrets but one. You think you’re in love with him, and you really hope he feels the same, but you’re worried that sparkly hope is blinding you. Either way, he’ll do anything for you, which is why you’re here.

You sit on his bed, silent. Your chest feels tight, like someone’s gone and tied a knot with all your organs. Tears well in your eyes and you blink them away desperately.

Finnick moves to stand over you, tall and firm but buzzing with worry. He takes your face in his hands, achingly gentle.

“You wanna tell me what’s the matter?” He asks softly. He swipes at your lower lash line where fresh tears are starting to gather. “What’s made a pretty girl like you cry so much, hm?”

You’re so upset you miss his blatant flirting. You’ll remember it in the morning, though, and you won’t be able to look him in the eye for the rest of the day.

“I keep having these awful dreams,” you say, your voice a strained, weak thing. You take a deep breath, determined to get through telling Finnick what’s bothering you without crying. “I thought they’d gone away, but I guess being on this train, it’s all come flooding back. It’s horrible, Finnick. I don’t …”

Your voice breaks. Your face crumples. So much for not crying. The first of a fresh round of tears spill over Finnick’s hands. He makes a sad, pitying noise and wraps you up in a strong hug.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He encourages your head to his abdomen, seemingly not caring that your tears are quickly dampening his shirt. He rubs your back with a big, warm hand. “It’s okay.”

He lets you cry into his shirt for as long as you need. You know he knows there’s nothing much he can say. Not that he’s said already, anyway. You’re always gonna be haunted, always followed by the sharp bite of grief and guilt. Still, it’s nice to be understood. To be touched like he’s trying to hold all of the pieces of you together lest you crumble.

Finnick rubs your back diligently until the tears ebb and you’re breathing normally again. He pulls back and you miss his warmth. You wish he’d hold you forever. His hands feel grounding as he tilts your face up to look at him.

“You’re safe with me,” he tells you softly. “Yeah?”

You nod. Your head hurts. Your chest burns from crying so much and you’re bone-deep tired. Finnick must notice, because he strokes your cheek fondly.

“You’re tired, lovely girl?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement. His warm hand where it loves on your cheek is enough to send you to sleep. You feel very safe with him indeed. “You need sleep. You’re welcome to stay here, if you want. Would you like to?”

“If that’s okay,” you whisper hoarsely.

Finnick smiles, a soft pretty thing, enough to make your heavy heart soar. He chucks you under the chin fondly. “Of course it’s okay, sweetheart. I think we’ll both get a better sleep if you’re here with me.”

You’re too tired to ask what he means, but you can guess.

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The Bet

A Harry Holland mini series

Part 1 (the game begins)

Summery:

Tom bets Harry he can't make you fall in love with him.

Warnings: slut shaming, social anxiety, smut (thigh riding) cursing, boys being dumb, blood.

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Weekends at the frat were always busy. It was like as soon as five pm on Friday rolled around it was a revolving door of people. Some people the boys knew, some people they had seen but never spoken to, and some people that were completely strangers. None of them minded of course, part of being in the frat was throwing parties and they were determined to do it better than any of the other fraternities on campus.

Most of the occupants of the frat were sitting in an area they usually claimed as their own on nights like these. Talking to each other and ignoring the rowdy party goers aside from the occasional attractive girl that would saunter by catching their eye (or boy in Travis' case). Tonight was no different.

Harry always steered away from girls who were drinking, he had a very specific set of rules, no alcohol, no leading on, and absolutely no falling in love with him. He knew it was strange, but he had a rugby Career to think of, and he planned on going pro. So he was straight forward if he started talking to a girl, hence the no Alcohol rule. Which brings us to the particular topic of today's conversation amongst the boys.

"All I'm saying," Tom announced, "is that, you either suck in bed, or girls are really not into you," there was a collective round of oos from the other guys as Harry rolled his eyes.

"I tell them they can't fall in love with me from the get go, keeps them from getting all clingy," Harry reminded Tom with a smirk.

Tom sighed as he took a swig of his drink, "I'm just saying, I doubt you could get a girl to fall in love with you, you're too cocky," he told his younger brother.

True to Tom's word Harry just scoffed, "I could have anyone in this room fall in love with me," he chuckled.

Tom narrowed his eyes on his younger brother. "Wanna bet on that?" He asked with a smirk.

That caught Harry's attention. "Fine, what'll it be?" Harry challenged.

"If you can get a girl of my choosing to fall in love with you, you win bragging rights," Tom explained.

Harry nodded as he mulled the idea in his head but it wasn't him who spoke next. "That could take weeks," Sam pointed out with a worried expression, he always seemed to be the most level headed of the three Hollands (Four when they were back home).

"Maybe," Tom shrugged, "but Mr.cocky over here could probably get it done faster," Tom glanced over to Harry to see his eyes narrowed at him.

"Fine," Harry agreed, "who will it be?"

Tom's finger was up and pointing across the room before Harry had even finished his sentence.

Every boy turned to where Tom was pointing, and there you stood. A drink in your hand that was still full from when you had gotten it an hour prior, standing beside your cousin and flatmate, as you didn't know anyone else there. Harry had never seen you, and didn't know a thing about you, but Tom (who had been sleeping with your cousin Malory) knew exactly who you were and what had brought you here, and he knew that out of everyone in this room, you would be the last person to fall for his brother.

"Who is that?" Harrison asked, breaking the silence and causing all of them to turn their attention from where you stood.

"Mal's cousin, she just transferred here," Tom explained.

Harry watched you for a few minutes more before turning back to his brother and sticking out his hand. Tom grasped his with his own and shook. "Got yourself a deal," Harry announced before finishing the beer in his hand, and gearing up to make his move.

Meanwhile, you were as uncomfortable as you had ever felt. Malory had told you coming out tonight would be good for you, help you get out of the funk you were most definitely in. But the truth was, you didn't want to be here, you would rather be anywhere but here.

Mal was popular, so there wasn't a moment where she wasn't introducing you to another person, and socially you were drained. You didn't want to have to tell another person who you were, or that you had transferred over from the states, and you definitely didn't want to tell them why. You spotted a boy with curly red hair making his way towards the two of you, he was cute, with nicely styled Auburn hair, a cute smile, and a generous dusting of freckles on his cheeks.

"Nope!" Mal yelled as she pointed a boney finger out towards him, "turn your ass around Holland Jr. And go find someone else," she told him strictly.

His hands flew up to his chest as though he had been stabbed by her words and he feigned heartache. "Me? What have I ever done to you Malory?" He questioned as he walked up until he was directly in front of the two of you.

He cast you a grin, before turning back to Malory. "I'm serious Harry," she warned, "don't even think about it," she told him with a look that threatened death.

The boy, who's name you had just learned was Harry, nodded at her. "I was just coming to say hi, I've never seen you around before," he turned his attention to you.

"What about the other fifty people you have never seen around before?" Malory asked before you could even respond.

Harry shrugged, "none of them caught my eye quite like her," he told her before turning back towards you.

You had to give it to him, he was good, maybe too good, as though he had done this time and time again.

You smiled politely. "Y/n." You said as you stuck your hand out for him to shake.

He grasped it in his and brought it up to his lips, kissing the skin of your hand gently.

"Harry," he told you, though you had already gathered that.

"Ok, you introduced yourself, now go away. And tell that brother of yours to stay away from me tonight," Mal told him as she gave him a shove back towards a group of guys she had previously told you were the fraternity brothers.

A few to many people and an eternity later, you were standing alone, watching a sea of drunk people dancing like no one was watching. You had lost Mal about a half an hour ago and you weren't entirely sure what you were supposed to do. You wanted to go home, but the problem with that was you weren't sure how to get there or where exactly you were. You were the perfect victim for a predator right now you realized. "You don't look like you're having a good time," a familiar voice said. You turned to see the same curly haired boy from earlier standing beside you.

You shook your head, "my social clock stopped ticking, but I don't know where Mal went," you admitted.

"She and Tom ran off to his room," Harry told you with an apologetic smile.

"Oh," you mumbled as you looked at the ground.

"Are you going to be able to get home without her?" He wondered as he touched your arm.

"I uh, I don't know how to get there from here, and she has the car keys," you admitted, as you cringed at the idea that you were a sitting duck.

"I'll take you home," Harry told you like it was the simplest option.

You shook your head and glanced at his nearly empty cup, "you have been drinking," you pointed out.

He nodded and then chuckled, "I have, and I would never put you in a dangerous position, so I'll walk you," he said, "it's not to far from here, and I am all to familiar with Mal's place from how many times I've had to pick up a hungover Tom there the morning after," he told you as he lead you through the front door of the frat.

You stopped at the stairs and glanced at him unsure. This was a recipe for disaster, not only did you not know this guy, but you also didn't know the area, and your true crime loving brain was screaming at you to stay put and just wait for Mal, but something else was telling you you could trust this guy.

So despite every red flag you followed him down the stairs to the sidewalk. "Is that alcohol?" He asked as he gestured to the cup in your hands.

You nodded at him as you watched him take it from your hands and dump it into the grass beside you. "Don't want you getting in trouble for an open container," he explained.

You nodded and eyed him skeptically. He was handsome, that you could easily admit. And there was something about him. He seemed to have a cocky attitude, but you could see that maybe that wasn't all it was underneath, maybe this boy was as broken and damaged as you were, or maybe he was just a cute boy offering to walk a helpless girl home.

"Thanks for doing this," you said after a few minutes of walking.

He shrugged but smiled, "I'd rather you get home safe than feel partially responsible if anything happened to you," he explained.

"So what's the deal with Mal and -" you trailed off as you tried to remember the name of the boy Mal was most obviously involved with even if they did have real enemies to lovers vibes going on.

"I don't know honesty," Harry admitted, "Tom is- well Tom is Tom, and Him and Mal have some history, but it gets messy when they're together," he chuckled. "She poured milk on his mattress once and dragged it out in the sun so the milk would spoil, he says it's because he didn't take her out, but I have a feeling it was more than that," he told you.

You nodded as you wrapped your arms around yourself the brisk night air nipping at your skin.

"You're cold," Harry said as he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

You couldn't help but giggle.

"Thank you," you said.

You were finally approaching an area you were vaguely familiar with and it eased some of the tension in your bones. That is until you saw the steps leading to your apartment building, and who was sitting on them

"Oh no," you groaned as you went to turn right around and flee, you would wait for Mal at the fraternity you didn't care how long she'd be, anything to avoid what was about to come.

"Y/n! Y/n! Is that you?" Markus called from behind you.

Harry could easily see the tension in your body at the sound of the man's voice. "You want me to tell this guy to kick rocks?" He asked you.

You weren't a confrontational person, in the slightest, you didn't like dealing with problems if they had the possibility of becoming heated. But in this instance, you couldn't take him being here. So you nodded at Harry, thankful he was there with you.

"Hey, how bout you come by another time buddy, she doesn't want to talk right now," Harry called towards where Markus was standing staring at the two of you.

"And who the hell are you?" He demanded stepping forward.

"No one, but the lady doesn't want to talk tonight, so go on and go home, yeah?" Here Harry was, dealing with your problems with no back story or explanation, just the simple fact that he could tell you needed it.

"That's really nice y/n, you ran off and hopped on the first dick you can find, doesn't matter that I'm the only guy you've been with, right. You said it yourself, your lacking experience," he spat in your direction.

Harry recoiled back at the words before shaking them off. "Hey listen mate, just get lost," Harry told him.

At this point Markus had started to get closer to the two of you, only standing a few feet away, you had your face hidden behind Harry, who you were practically using as a human shield. "Yeah?" Markus asked dryly. "So you can go sink your dick in the slut standing behind you? I don't think so,"

The noise of bone crunching, Is a very distinct one, of course followed by a howl of pain.

You jumped back ready to call the cops if Markus had struck Harry, but were surprised to see Markus clutching his nose in pain as Harry shook out the hand he had just used to punch him.

"First off, don't call her a slut," Harry spat, taking a step towards Markus who began backing up, "and second, she doesn't want to see you, so get lost," he finished as Markus grabbed his coat and fled.

You stood staring at Harry with your mouth agape completely unsure at what had just transpired. "I- wha-" you shook your head in disbelief as you glanced over to see Markus' car peeling out of the parking lot.

"Are you ok?" Harry wondered as he looked you over.

"Am I- what? Me? Are you okay?" You stuttered out. You glanced at his hand to see blood and instantly felt guilty. "Your bleeding," you stated.

He looked down at his knuckles and shrugged, "I'll be fine," he assured you.

You shook your head as you told your brain to kick back into action, "come on," you told him as you walked past him and grabbed his uninjured hand. "I have a first aid kit upstairs, and alcohol, because I need a shot," you admitted as you pulled him along.

"I figured you didn't drink," Harry chuckled from behind you.

You glanced back at him with your eyebrows pulled together. "Why would you figure that?"

"You had the same cup all night and you didn't touch it at all," he explained.

You were shocked he had noticed that, he must have been watching you most of the night to even put that together. You nodded as you pulled your keys from your pocket. "I um- I don't like to let my inhabitants down around people I don't know," you admitted.

You unlocked the door and pushed it open and let Harry in before you followed.

First step was a shot.

Second, a first aid kit.

You chose to drink straight from the bottle of peach flavored vodka, the cheap liquid burning all the way down.

"You don't know me," Harry chuckled as he pointed towards the liquor.

You nodded, "well you just punched my shitty ex in the nose without having any explanation of why I didn't want to speak to him. Guess that makes us acquaintances, " you smiled as you rummaged around the cupboards until finding the first aid kit.

"I can work with that," Harry chuckled as he watched you.

If he was being honest, he wasn't one to act with anger, rarely ever getting physical with people other than his brothers, or opposing teams on the field, But something about how sour the word slut had been directed at you made him react without a second thought. He told himself it was for the benefit of the bet, but honestly, he just wanted to protect you from that, and he had no idea why.

"Oh yeah?" You wondered with a grin.

"Mhmm," Harry said, "step up from strangers, and a step closer to friends," he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Friends," you chuckled. "right,"

"You're going to need some of those you know, uni is hard enough as is, having people to talk to makes it more barrable," he explained.

You nodded, mulling over the thought of being his friend. "Yeah alright, tell you what, we're friends," you chuckled at him. He smiled wide at you before you interrupted. "On one condition,"

He narrowed his brows at you but nodded. "Shoot,"

"It doesn't go further than that, ever," if there was one thing you were sure of it was that you couldn't take another heartbreak, and Harry.. well he seemed like the perfect boy to break your heart. You had to protect yourself after all, even if you were selling short an opportunity.

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at you. All too aware of the bet with Tom becoming a whole lot more difficult. "Deal y/n, friends and nothing more," he stuck out his hand for you to shake and you rolled your eyes as you grabbed it and pulled it towards you to clean.

"Now let's get this cleaned up," you mumbled as you wet a gauze pad with some rubbing alcohol.

"Aww shit," he hissed as you pressed it to his busted knuckle. "So now since we're friends, what was that guy's deal anyway?" He Wondered as he winced while you proceeded to clean his hand.

"Basic story," you sighed. "Highschool sweetheart, lost my virginity to him, thought it was forever, only to have my heart crushed when my best friend told me that they had been sleeping together for months," you ripped a bandaid open and sealed it over the split in Harry's knuckle noticing a bunch of partially healed cuts and scars along with callouses. "He begged me to forgive him, and explained that I was an idiot if I moved to throw away all the good years we had had over a few months. So I packed a bag, left a note that said I was an idiot and flew to Scotland for two months, then Mal told me she had a room open and I enrolled here for school, picked up and completely upended my life," you explained.

"You're not an idiot," Harry said sternly.

You nodded with a smile, "no I'm not, I just, I know what I'm worth, and it's a whole lot more than that," you grabbed the bottle of vodka again taking a swing before offering it to Harry.

He eyed you for a minute before shrugging and throwing it back. "So what now? You have given up on love all together?" He wondered.

You chuckled before nodding. "Something like that, it's not worth the pain, you know, it feels good for a while, but then to have your heart destroyed," you sighed as you stared at the wall, "no one deserves to feel that, like you weren't enough, or you were just some means to an end," you told him.

Harry cringed at that last statement. He wanted to call Tom and call the whole thing off, there was no way he could go through with this and risk you getting hurt in the crossfire, especially with you being so open with him, this wasn't worth bragging rights, hell it probably wasn't worth anything Tom had to offer. He pulled his phone from his pocket seeing a text from Tom that read 'I expect a full report in the morning lover boy,' and suddenly the idea of throwing the bet out the window went right out the window instead.

Harry would come to regret this moment, and he knew that without a shadow of a doubt. You deserved more than to be part of something so childish without knowing, but his competitive cocky nature made him headstrong, and that, that was his problem.

"So," Harry sighed, sitting back and looking at you. "only guy you have ever been with huh?"

You groaned as you grabbed the bottle of vodka and made your way to the L shaped couch. "Yup, 23 years old and I've only slept with one person, which either makes me extremely sad or extremely lucky," you shrugged as you took another swig of the drink. "Guess it just depends on who you ask. What about you?" You wondered, your attention turned back toward where he was leaning against the counter.

"What about me?" He asked with a grin.

"Come on," you chuckled. "You must get around with a smile and face like that," you teased.

Harry just rolled his eyes before making his way to the couch beside you. "Nothing serious," he admitted. "A few flings, but that's it," he told you.

You nodded, offering him the bottle again which he gladly took.

You spent the next late hours chewing the shit and becoming fast friends. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you that you couldn't deny, but there was no way you would ever act on it.

You yawned as you glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 3 am and between the two of you guys, you had nearly finished the vodka. "We should get some sleep," you mumbled as you let your eyes fall closed.

"We've been friends for only a few hours and we're already having sleepovers?" Harry chuckled as he sprawled out on the couch, his arm draped around your legs. "How scandalous," he mumbled before his breathing got heavy and passed out.

Harry's head pounded as his eyes fluttered open the next morning, to a terrifying sight. Harry gasped as he sat up seeing a very angry Mal standing above him. "I specifically told you no," she warned.

"I didn't do anything," Harry protested, and he was telling the truth, he hadn't done anything, which in and of itself was not like him at all.

"She's not another mark on your bedpost Harry," she told him with a sigh. "She's been through a lot in life and she doesn't need any of the drama that comes along with a Holland,"

Harry looked at Mallory with a serious face before he answered. "We're not all Tom Mal. I just want to be her friend nothing more," the lie felt heavy on his tongue as he said it, but it seemed to be enough for her.

She nodded and then looked at you still fast asleep on the couch. "I'll kill you if you hurt her," she warned.

"I'll hold you to that," Harry said honestly, because suddenly he was worried hurting you just might break him.

You awoke to the smell of something delicious. You pushed up from the couch to find Mal standing at the stove. "Morning you floozy," you chuckled as you stretched your arms above your head.

"I can say the same to you," she giggled as she looked over at you with a funny look.

"What?" You wondered with narrowed eyes, and then last night came flooding back into your mind. You glanced over to the other side of the couch to find it empty.

"He left this morning when I got home," she told you as she turned back to the food she was cooking.

"Oh," you mumbled as you stood up from the couch.

"Y/n, I meant what I said yesterday," she sighed as she turned around to face you again. "The Holland's, they are bad news, and Harry is the worst of them," she told you.

You shook your head. "We're only friends Mal," you assured her.

She nodded, "well Tom and I aren't even that and look what he does to me," she grumbled.

You felt bad. Honestly you did. But you and Harry were only friends, and you had agreed to be nothing more. So what was the danger there?

As soon as Harry had gotten home Tom was all over him. "So?" He wondered.

"What? You think I have a fucking magic dick or something?" Harry scoffed.

"You used your dick then? Noted." Tom chuckled loudly.

Harry was tired, and more than a little irritated. "No actually, I don't have to lead with my dick to get someone to talk to me," he spat at his older brother, before bounding his way up to his room.

"Well maybe if you did this would go faster," Tom chuckled, ignoring Harry's obviously bad attitude.

"Yeah, whatever Tom," Harry grumbled before stripping his clothes off to get in the shower.

"Call it quits if you want mate, I won't judge you none," Tom called through the bathroom door.

Harry should have taken that out, he should have called it quits, because he didn't see an end where this didn't end in a disaster, but he couldn't, he couldn't back out now. "piss off Tom," he called through the door.

The next few days were a blur, between beginning your classes and trying to get a lay of the land you barely had a minute to yourself. You walked out of your creative writing class with the full intention to go home, strip off your clothes, run yourself a nice bath and relax.

"Hey you," you heard from behind you.

You turned to see Harry standing there, with a gym duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Oh Harry, hi," you said.

"I uh- I didn't get your number last weekend," he chuckled before holding out his phone to you. "Hard to get ahold of friends when you don't have a way to contact them," you smiled at him and took the phone from his hand, entering in your number.

"Here you go," you told him.

He looked over the screen and smiled "y/n/n?" He asked.

"My friends get to call me that," you winked before turning to head in the direction of home.

"Hey!" Harry called, running after you. "I was thinking, were having a party this weekend-"

"You live in a frat, aren't there parties every weekend?" You wondered.

"Touche," Harry chuckled. "Anyways, I'm not really feeling up to it and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go somewhere with me?" He asked you.

You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at him. "Go somewhere?" You squeaked.

"Yeah, just two friends hanging out," Harry clarified.

You nodded, his words not really easing the sudden ache in your stomach. "Um, yeah. Yeah that sounds fun," you lied. It did not sound fun, if anything it sounded like a disaster in the making.

"Cool," Harry sighed in relief, "I'll pick you up Saturday morning at 8," and then he was gone.

"8am?" You yelled after him.

"Bright and early sunshine!" He called back before disappearing all together.

Recipe. For. Disaster.

So there you were 7:45 on a Saturday morning debating on what outfit looked the best to spend the day with Harry. You had been texting non stop since you gave him your number, and he had told you to wear something casual that you didn't mind getting dirty.

Mal was nowhere to be found having gone out last night to do something. That something being Tom, you had no doubt about that.

Having no one to ask about your current outfit, you Snapped a picture and sent it to Harry asking him if was ok.

His response was immediate.

H- dare I say you look edible?

Y/n- Harry! You can't say that!

H- ohhh, ok. Then you look perfect y/n/n

H- pulling up now.

H- get your edible ass down here.

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your purse and made your way down to the entrance to your apartment.

Harry was out of the car and standing on the passenger side holding the door open for you as soon as you stepped out. "And they say chivalry is dead," you chuckled as you slid into the seat and buckled yourself.

"Whoever said that has obviously not met any of the Holland's," he teased back.

You let out a laugh before turning to him. "Do you know what is said about 'the Holland's'?" You asked.

He shot you a funny look before you continued, "you boys have a reputation for being bad news, absolute heartbreakers," you told him.

"Woah," he said as he turned onto a road you were unfamiliar with, "I'm very straightforward with all the girls I evolve myself with that they should not fall in love with me,"

You rolled your eyes at that, "it's not always that simple, sometimes it just happens and you can't even pinpoint when," you explained.

He nodded, "I guess I just wouldn't know, never been in love," he admitted.

You felt utter shock wash over you. "Never?!" You demanded.

He shook his head, "can't get your heart broken if you keep it hidden," he said. "Plus I'm a busy guy, between rugby and my classes, not much time or energy to keep a relationship,"

"Harry," you whispered, "that's kind of sad," you looked at him with his full attention on the road ahead of you, he nodded slightly before taking a deep breath.

"It may be, but I haven't had to try and pick up the pieces of my heart because someone else shattered it. If my heart gets broken, I want to blame myself," Harry admitted.

You sighed before sitting back into the car seat and staring out the window wondering where the heck he was taking you.

Eventually, Harry pulled the car off the road and put it in park in front of what seemed to be a giant canal, with an amazing view.

"Where are we?" You wondered as you unbuckled yourself and climbed out of the car.

"This is where I come, when I want to escape," he told you. "Come on, I have something to show you," he stopped at the trunk of his car before pulling out a large bag and then walking forward, grabbing your hand as he passed by.

The walk was short and when he finally stopped walking you were amazed. Underneath a bridge, that had a perfect shield of privacy all while still giving you a full view of the canal and all it had to offer.

"Wow," you said as you sat down on a large rock.

Harry nodded as he watched you take it all in, this was his place, the one he would come to anytime he just couldn't take it anymore and needed a way out. To be sharing it with someone felt so weird, but also right. He hadn't planned to bring you here, having a whole other day planned, but after the constant texts and getting to know you in the past week, he knew he wanted to share this with you.

"It's my favorite place," Harry admitted.

"You probably bring all the girls here," you teased with a smile.

Harry sighed, "actually, I've never bought anyone here," he told you. He rummaged around his bag before pulling out a few waters and handing you one. "I also made you a sandwich in case you get hungry," he told you.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared at him. A sudden onset of feelings you were not supposed to be feeling rushing over you. "Thank you," you whispered.

Harry nodded, before sitting next to you. "So," he said after a minute of silence. "Tell me something you have never admitted out loud," he told you.

You chuckled as you thought about it. There were a few options that came to mind, but most that were childish and not worth saying out loud, so you went with the one that had been eating away at you for the last few years. "I don't think I have ever had an orgasm," you admitted, staring ahead.

Harry's eyes flew open in shock at your words as he spit his drink out, effectively covering you in water. "I'm sorry, what?!" Harry demanded as he tried to help you wipe yourself off.

You shrugged, "you know how, like if your going to go to an amusement park, the day before your all excited because you have been hearing about this amazing ride, and you can't wait to ride it, and then you get there, and it's the carousel," you explained. "That's how sex always was for me, and I never have been able to get really into doing it myself," you admitted.

"So you don't know if you have? Or you never have?" Harry wondered.

You sighed as you thought about it. "I don't think I ever have," you laughed as you threw your head back laughing. "How sad is that?" You chuckled.

"Extremely," Harry chuckled before taking a deep breath. "I could uh," he looked over at you. "I could help you," he shrugged.

You felt your mouth drop open at that. Help you? With like… getting off? So you said the only thing that came to your mind. "Help me?" You wondered.

He nodded, "I won't touch you or anything, unless you ask me to, but yeah, I could you know, help I guess,"

"How?" You asked suddenly breathless with the situation at hand.

Harry's eyebrows shot up, "like you want me to show you?" He Wondered.

All you could do was nod. Stupid girly hormones.

Harry took a deep breath before nodding himself. "Just a friend helping a friend," he whispered to himself.

He grabbed your hands as he pulled you from where you were sitting on the rock and began to push you back towards the cement wall. You gasped as your back hit the wall and Harry's body was only a few inches away from you.

"I'm going to hold your hips to help you move," he told you with a husky voice, "but you're going to do all the work, I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, and if you want me to stop, say the word and I will," he explained. You nodded as you stared up into his warm brown eyes, an ache forming in your stomach. "I need you to say the word y/n/n," he whispered.

"Yes," you whispered, Harry kicked your legs apart with one of his before slotting his knee between your legs and pushing his thigh against your core, his hands firmly planted on your hips as he began to help you grind against him.

It was almost pathetic, because in all the times you had had actual sex it never felt as good as this did. You stared into Harry's lust filled eyes wishing he would lean in and kiss you, dear God did you want his lips on yours.

He pulled you against his thigh firmly and you let out a moan as your eyes drifted shut and your head fell back.

"That's it," Harry mumbled as he continued what he was doing. "Just relax and let go," he cooed.

You couldn't help the way his words made you feel, making the whole situation that much better, you felt yourself begin to loose control as your breathing increased and your legs tightened around Harry's thigh.

"Oh fuck," you moaned out as a sudden wave of ecstasy washed over you, and you knew for certain, you most definitely had never had an orgasm before now, and you had just had your first one riding Harry Holland's' thigh.

How. Embarrassing.

As you came down from the high you opened your eyes to see Harry staring at you, his own eyes full of lust and unspoken desires. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he admitted.

You felt yourself become all to aware of his thigh still pressed firmly against you. "Friends helping friends," you chuckled.

Harry nodded as he glanced down to your lips before shaking his head and backing up. "I need to- I need- give me a minute," he told you as he made his way out of sight, walking a little funny with an obvious problem in his pants.

You felt yourself exhale, completely shocked that you had let that happen. That happened.

Holy. Shit.

You shook your limbs as you made your way back to the rocks you had been sitting on before.

You could hear Harry mumbling off on the side he had disappeared off to. "Fucking div," he groaned. "Friends? Friends don't fucking do that. Fuck, friends don't look at you like that," he exhaled loudly before slowly returning.

You watched him as he rounded the rock to sit beside you. He took a deep breath before returning to you. "I have to be honest." He sighed. "I lied to you before," he admitted.

You felt your brows furrow as you looked at him, "about?" You wondered.

"Friends don't usually help friends like that," Harry explained.

You couldn't help the laugh that erupted from your chest. "Well they should," you teased with a smile.

Harry turned away from you with a smile before shaking his head. "So did I help you out? Or no?" He wondered with his bottom lip pinned between his teeth.

"You helped me out tremendously," you giggled.

He nodded before turning away to adjust himself.

"Fuck, tell me we can never do that again, for the sake of our friendship," Harry demanded.

"Ok," you whispered.

"Tell me now y/n, or so help me," he groaned.

"We can't do it again Harry, for the sake of our friendship," you told him with a smirk.

He nodded before looking at you shocked, "you didn't say never," he reminded.

"Didn't I?" You teased.

The next few weeks were spent together. When you weren't at class, you were usually with Harry, whether it be at the frat, your apartment, his practice, or your guys spot upon the canal, you had grown to be inseparable.

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Title: Oh, Romeo!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44831041/chapters/112796413

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Word Count: 6k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Summary:

Regina and Emma are in love, but both of them are keeping their feelings hidden, convinced that the other person doesn’t feel the same way. What happens when Henry, Mal and Zelena team up to get them together?

SwanQueen Winter Solstice 2023.

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Chapter 16 - fue mejor

Marc Spector/Steven Grant(Jake Lockley?) x Female!OC

Summary: Marc never expected to see his childhood friend Simone ever again. To Simone, Marc may as well have been dead. However, when Simone met Steven 15 years after Marc disappeared, she couldn’t help but notice how familiar he was.

Warnings: Heavy language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma, prison/kidnapping/murder mention, heavy Jake flirtation, alcohol, smoking, **I won’t be exhaustive with the smut warnings. All you need to know is Steven gets laid, unprotected p in v, jealous!Marc** mention of previous sexual encounter (hate!sex, respectfully) Safe travels!***

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings. I wrote this entirely as a trauma dump.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

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"Desde la primera vez que me probaste Duro dejarte ir cuando lo haces así Te hace sentir bueno cuando me Tratas tan mal, tú Me diste más de lo que te pedí Told you "I'm ready," so why won't you let me?" -"fue mejor" by Kali Uchis

The circle made with red marker on the calendar magnetized to the fridge beamed in Simone's eyes as she sipped her coffee. Every tool used to track days were marked the same, so she would remember as if one wasn't enough.

The day had come much faster than she anticipated, and she was anxious as hell about it. Red circles on calendars signified important dates for Simone, and this was a date she had been dreading for the last three months.

It was time for her quarterly visit to inmate JW-0290, John Walton.

She only took Walton as her patient three years ago, once the psych who worked there realized the inmate needed one-on-one visits. That was when his lawyer called Simone, and she took the job, thinking a visit every three months wouldn't be so bad.

Every time she saw Walton, she left with a feeling of unease. The man gave her the jeebies, and she soon realized that though he had committed a horrible crime, he didn't need to be in prison.

He needed to be evaluated by a team of doctors in a mental facility with around-the-clock treatment. Not just her on a quarterly visit.

Simone took the final sip of coffee from her floral mug and sat it in the sink, heading out for the day. On red circle days, she never deviated from her routine, keeping everything in order from when she woke up to when she left the prison like it was the Ides of March.

This included taking a cab to her destination instead of her car in case she needed a drink to calm her nerves afterward. There was never a time when she didn't need something stiff after meeting with Walton, so this also became part of the routine.

She lit a cigarette the moment she stepped out of the heavy metal doors of her stonewalled building, but the cab she called soon came into view. She felt ready to tackle this and unprepared all at once, running through everything in her head nervously.

Pen. Pad. Phone. Apartment key. Smokes. Wallet.

Everything she needed was on her person, so she was ready to head out. Upon opening the door to the cab, she slipped into the backseat and smoothed out her gray dress pants upon placing herself into the leather cushion.

Before Simone could speak, she looked up and saw a familiar face in a newsboy cap turn to greet her. The last time she saw the men who shared this face was during a moment of weakness a week before after receiving a come hither text and feeling a need for an orgasm that wasn't caused by her own hand. She had not seen or spoken to them before that, not since their fight, and hadn't seen or spoken to them since the random booty call.

She missed them but couldn't express it, even if it seemed immature and petty.

Seeing Jake was not on the agenda today, just like seeing Marc or Steven wasn't. It nearly spooked her out of the seat her amble ass sat in.

"Oh, what the hell." She said under her breath as soon as the face registered in her brain. A wide smile spread across the lower half of Jake's face, seeming genuinely happy to see her, having not seen her since the night they supposedly slept together. The night everything seemed to cave in around her.

"What's up, doll? Where ya headed?" He asked, seeming entirely unphased by her presence, unlike her. She provided the address, and the gears turned in Jake's brain as the location came to him. "The prison?" He ticked an eyebrow upward.

"Work," Simone answered shortly. She wanted to keep things as professional as possible and make as little conversation with Jake as possible for fear of saying too much. She already couldn't bare to see his hopelessly handsome face.

Jake nodded once and turned back around, putting the car in drive. "Ah, whatcha do?" He asked, peering at her from the rearview. He secretly hoped she hadn't told him before, and it slipped his mind.

"I'm a psychiatrist." She answered, staring down at her rosy red fingertips.

Ah, so she's a doctor. Jake thought before he took note of her unamused tone and inability to look at him. "Shit, did you tell me that already? I'm sorry." He apologized before she could give an answer to his question. She had to have told him that already, and that's why she wasn't too keen on looking at him. Simone expelled a nervous laugh,

"No, I haven't told you." She informed.

An uncomfortable silence blanketed them as Jake tried to put together why her usual energy was suddenly low like it was. It had to be because they fucked, right? "Don't have to be so awkward, Chi-town. We only woke up next to each other one time." He finally spoke up, trying to bring the mood up a little.

From the rearview mirror, Jake saw a hint of a grin in the corners of her mouth. He was chipping away at whatever was bugging her; he just had to keep at it. She exhaled sharply and snickered,

"It's not that. I'm just a little peeved that you know my name but keep calling me Chi-town." She said, finally bringing her eyes up to look at his in the mirror through her thick eyelashes.

There she is. Jake thought. He took a second to admire the look before responding. "Sorry, Simone. See? I remembered!"

"But you can't remember that beautiful night we shared?" Simone teased, followed by an eye-roll, genuinely amused by him.

So much for professionalism. She thought to herself.

Though it was clear she didn't remember either, Jake was surprised at her ability to crack a joke about the situation. It made him wonder what had her down in the dumps, to begin with. His mind wandered back to that night in the quiet, wishing he could conjure the memory and cursed himself for being unable to. What he could remember, however, was Simone calling him that name again, and a pinch of jealousy struck him.

That's right. Marc. The boyfriend.

"So, I'm guessin' I don't have to worry about that boyfriend of yours, eh?" He asked, wanting to confirm if he needed to quit while he was ahead to avoid any more complicated entanglements with a spoken-for woman. Exquisite or not, Jake had morals.

"Nope. Not with him anymore." Simone answered, crossing one clothed leg over the other and directing her gaze out the window. She wasn't lying but needed to remind herself who she was speaking to. Even if the voice and eyes weren't identical to Spector's, the man still walked around in his skinsuit and had ties to the Egyptian god that terrorized her once-best boys.

"Bad news bears for him, lucky me though. Maybe you could refresh my memory of that beautiful night we had." Jake said, tuning his voice to make the line seem like a joke, knowing good and well he would have no issue if the opportunity arose now that he knew she was single.

Simone could feel his eyes burning her from the mirror, prodding her to look at him. It was a good joke, a great one, even. It even garnered a laugh and a blush from her, which would have stopped his heart if he wasn't driving.

"Pick your battles, Bronx." She replied, turning his hometown into a nickname as he did to her, meeting him in the mirror again without a second thought. His eyes were quick to dart to hers and go from warm-natured to dark, serious, and nearly lustful as they locked on to herself and refused to let go.

"Sabes que mi nombre, muñeca." He growled, telling her: you know my name, doll and asserting that he caught her nickname. Jake wouldn't have minded if it wasn't for her affinity to call him everything but his actual name. He wanted to hear her say it, not Bronx, Marc, or anything else.

The way Jake looked at her and the tone of his voice made Simone quake internally, and her throat dried up, every bit of liquid in her body falling lower. She uncrossed her legs and pressed her knees together as close as possible. She wouldn't show weakness, not today.

"Sí, Jake." She said before snapping her eyes away from the mirror and back to the window. She gave him what he wanted without the expense of falling apart, and it was all she could spare today.

It was music to his ears, though.

The short ride that remained was silent and consisted of limited eye contact until they got to the guard gate of the prison." Welp, here we are." Jake announced, putting the car in park out of the way of entry so Simone could get checked in on foot. She felt her nerves return as she pulled money from her wallet and handed it shakily to him.

"Keep the change." She insisted, once again giving him way more than she owed. Jake held the money in his hand momentarily and turned halfway around in his seat,

"Can I get a kiss as a tip instead?" He asked, wagging his eyebrow to playfully entice her. She let out a similar snicker to before and shook her head,

"Not happening today."

It was the answer he expected, even if it wasn't what he wanted to hear. Regardless, he wanted to see her again.

"Alright, well, we gotta stop meetin' like this, Chi-town. Gimme your number."

Simone looked at the time on her phone and realized she needed to go, but figured she would entertain the man one last time. She pulled her notepad out of her bag with her pen, scribbled her personal number on the corner of a blank page, and tore the piece off, tucking it into his hand. "Gotta jet." She said quickly, opening the door to the cab.

Jake skimmed the phone number just as well as he did the money she paid him, marveling at how neat it looked. "Adiós, hermosa." He called out. He got one more good smile from her before she shut the door and took off toward the guard gate.

In the most ungentlemanly fashion, his eyes drifted straight to her shapely ass in the gray dress pants she wore. Professional, tasteful, sophisticated, but thick as oatmeal.

Hate to see her go, but I love to watch her walk away. Jake thought to himself before finally pulling away from the prison.

Simone went through all the usual steps when getting past prison security: identification, shoes off, bag in the box, metal detector, then clear to pass. As always, she was accompanied by officer Bradley through the prison as they trekked to the block they held Walton on. He had highly thick eyebrows that clashed with his shiny, bald head and had a large build, but his voice didn't match his hardened look at all.

"Your man's been in solitary. You caught him on a good day, luckily." The officer told her. She heard this nearly every time she came around, so she didn't know the difference between Walton's good days and bad. She supposed his bad days were what landed him in solitary. "I've got money bet he'll be back in there before the week's end."

"He's a sociopath, Bradley. He doesn't mind solitude, so it doesn't feel like punishment."

"Gotta follow protocol still, Doc. That's why you come around, though, I reckon. You'll get him out of our hair."

"My reports are only half the job. His attorney has to be the convincing one."

They came upon a large metal door to a room with thick glass windows lined with wire. Simone's patient was inside, cuffed, and sitting at a table bolted to the floor. "As always, give us a shout if you need anything, doc." Officer Bradley said as he opened the visiting area for her to enter.

Clutching her pad and bag close, she walked in with steady breathing and her chin up as if the inmate could smell fear. He always looked exactly the same: receding hairline with gray patches, a lazy eye, scrawny but tall, and the worst teeth she'd ever seen. Still, he greeted her politely.

"Morning, Doctor," Walton said with his heavily posh accent. Simone gave him a smile and good morning in return before placing her notepad in front of her and turning on the voice recorder app on her phone. She uncapped the plastic pen she kept specifically for these visits due to Walton being triggered by pen clicking, and thus began their session.

As if they had never left, Steven woke up in bed just mere hours after Jake drove Simone to the appointment. He scanned the room, stretched his limbs, then called out to Marc to see if he would answer.

He didn't. It had been the same since he came out the week before to bring in Simone, and though her meeting them was nice, it was laced with her true intentions the second she walked through the door: she wasn't ready to fix things. She didn't know if it could be fixed.

Simone slept with them, separately as always, but she and Marc exchanged words before he had her. Marc shut down again after that, thinking it would improve things, but it only caused him to miss her more.

Of course, Steven also missed her and tried to introduce the conversation after they made love, but she had nothing to say. Marc didn't take kindly to this, unsure why she wouldn't help them figure out how to make it work.

They tried on their own for two weeks and couldn't figure out anything to get a conversation going with Jake. He was completely closed off and unaware of them, just as they were of him. Everyone was in limbo, just like their relationship with Simone.

It was a pretty heated argument, the kind you only get when two people love each other but can't stand to be around one another due to some sort of quarrel or irreconcilable differences. Simone said Marc and Steven lied, but Marc disagreed even though Steven apologized. The disagreement quickly became a power struggle that became what would only be described as hatesex. They were frustrated and took it out intimately.

Then, Simone was gone again just as quickly as she came back. She was tired of fighting, and so was Marc, so he also left. This left Steven to try and figure things out on his own.

Marc was in shambles, just as he used to be when they fought as kids. Only during those times was everything temporary. They would give each other the silent treatment for a few days and then return to it like nothing happened. They're adults now, so now it seems permanent.

It felt like she was slipping through his fingers, and he thought she was in his grasp when he texted her, but he was wrong. Infatuation was a hateful thing, sometimes, and though he was happy to have her body, mind, soul, and everything in between under him that night, it felt dirty to let her leave after. Like they could do nothing but fight and use each other.

They refused to wash the sheets because they smelled like her still. Kept her toothbrush in the bathroom. Dreamt of her. Day dreamt of her. Fucked their own hand at the thought.

It did make them feel good that she stopped by, at least. She could get another conquest if she wanted. She still chose to come over. This meant there was a chance. Steven wasn't going to let that pass him by.

The decision to go to her apartment was his alone. Marc wanted to stay back, had it in his mind that she would come when she was ready, and feared bugging her would only further her disdain for him. He wanted Moni to miss him.

Last I checked, she was the one who left. Why are we even here? He thought as Steven knocked on the door. In a twist, they got Joyce, who looked like she had just arrived home.

"Oh, Simone's not here-" Joyce cut herself off, squinting and studying his face to find something that told her the name of the person she was speaking to.

"Steven. And I just wanted to see how she was doing." He told her, smiling nervously. Joyce snapped like she came to that conclusion herself,

"Yep, Steven, the gentle one." She said. Steven found it touching that she referred to him that way. Marc, on the other hand, wondered what he would be. "Simone's on her 'field trip' day." She added air quotes, "I'll let her know you came by, though."

After her session, Simone realized she was correct in getting a cab again: she needed a drink but decided to head home for it this time and shower. She pulled her phone out and called the company, then remembered the last couple of taxis she'd called.

"Can I request to not get Jake Lockley this time?" She asked the man on the other end. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the banter, but she wasn't sure if she had the willpower to hold herself back upon seeing his face again.

"Lucky for you, Lockley's off the clock right now. Why? Need to file a complaint?"

"Oh, no, just keep running into the guy. Wanted to see if that was something I could do. Send whoever."

They did send someone she'd never met or seen, which was refreshing. She enjoyed a decently quiet ride home, thinking of how the session went before her mind returned to the fact that Jake was off the clock.

Does that automatically mean Marc and Steven are on the clock, so to speak? Probably not. Jake doesn't just pop out to drive his taxi and leave when he's done. He's gotta be up to more than that.

When Simone got home, she dropped her bag and let out an audible sigh to mirror how she felt: exhausted.

"I take it, it went normal." She heard Joyce call out from the living room. Simone sauntered over to get her roommate in view,

"The man's not fit for a prison, but they won't listen to me. He has a laundry list of issues, but his clear-cut sociopathy should have been enough to send him to a facility instead of supermax. Maybe even The Raft... his lawyer failed him."

"Are you excusing his behavior?" Joyce asked, playing devil's advocate. Simone snickered, thinking that would be an impossible task. The man was dreadful.

"Absolutely not. It's not like Walton snapped one day and decided to kidnap those girls. He had it in him the whole time, but his brain needs to be looked at by a team, not just me. He has someone new on his prison hit list whenever I see him. Doesn't write it down. It's all memorized." She explained, sounding amazed. The man was polite, mild-mannered, and probably wouldn't draw much attention to himself in public on the outside.

"Are you on that list?" Joyce asked with a laugh. Simone spotted the bottle of tequila in the china cabinet on the far side of the room,

"You know I am. Every time I visit, he says I need to see him more." She shuddered, grabbing a crystal glass from the cupboard before walking to the cabinet. The thought crossed her mind as she realized she would have little time for her usual patients if she spent more time seeing the inmate. That would spell bad news. That would put more high-risks like Laura in jeopardy. "I need a drink."

She didn't like tequila much at room temperature, but she felt there wasn't any time to chill it. Joyce scooted to the edge of her chair and leaned forward, studying Simone as she poured the clear liquid into the glass. "You've been drinking a lot more lately. You alright?"

"I'm fine. Just keep thinking about a lot of things. Laura, mostly."

"Go see her."

"I can't. I can't shake the feeling her family doesn't want me there." She admitted, taking a good swig of the liquor and impressing Joyce by expertly keeping a straight face. There was a brief silence between them that was only interrupted by a sipping and gulping sound as Simone finished off the two fingers of alcohol before pouring another finger. Finally, Joyce spoke up,

"Steven came by after you."

Simone put the cap back on the bottle slowly after hearing this, realizing it was the answer to her question to herself from earlier.

"You sure it was Steven?" She asked.

"The English one." She confirmed. Simone nodded quietly and took her glass to the loveseat next to Joyce's chair. "It was awfully sweet, actually. He just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Yeah." Simone sat, placing the glass against her temple and silently staring into space.

What a fuckin' sweetheart.

"You've got that look again. The 'I should call him' look." Joyce called her out. Simone removed the glass from her head, wishing the liquid was cold again so it would actually feel good on her face.

"Shit, look who's playing psych now?" She said with a laugh. "What a fuckin' nightmare."

As for the man himself, Steven sat in his flat, cross-legged on the floor, with a handheld mirror propped in front of him by a bunch of books he'd already read. He stared into it with intention, trying to summon this Jake fellow like he was Bloody Mary.

Marc was the only one around, and he knew it. There would be no luck this time, not without Moni. He felt it in his bones.

"He's not gonna come out. We've tried this." Marc said, speaking to Steven through his reflection. Steven's neck went lax, and his head fell forward with a groan,

"Don't be a pessimist. It worked for us!"

"Because you started digging, I could snake my way into your consciousness. We can't do that with Jake if he believes he's the only one and isn't trying to fight for the body."

"So we would need Simone."

"Exactly."

They sat quietly for a moment before there was a slight knocking at the door. It was nearly too gentle for them to hear, and if they were still talking, they probably wouldn't have.

Steven stood up and walked to the door, thinking having a visitor at this time of day was strange. He opened the door and, like he summoned her instead of Jake or Bloody Mary, Simone stood waiting. His heart nearly leaped from his chest.

"Hey, Stevie." She greeted him with a nervous grin. She was twiddling her thumbs, clearly regretting coming by now that she was actually here. Regardless, she was happy to see him, and the feeling was mutual. He stepped aside to let her come in, and she proceeded, looking around aimlessly at the clutter, trying to find something to focus on. "Joyce said you came by..." She started but trailed off when she turned to face him.

Steven perked up, thinking his efforts wouldn't amount to her coming over.

Maybe change is in the air. He thought to himself.

Marc, on the other hand, remained unconvinced. After their last interaction, he doubted they would reconcile so soon, though he wished they would.

"I just wanted to check on you. A lot's been happening, and I'll do my best to help." Steven responded. Simone found him sweet, and Marc found him to be a suckup.

She wasn't drunk, out of her mind, or anything that would impair her judgment. She just needed to feel his lips after the day she had. After all, he said he would do his best to help. She approached him steadily, not rushing or in desperation, but she got to him and interlocked her hands over his neck as she gently brought her lips to his.

Simone's mind raced, still enjoying kissing and being around him, remembering why she refused to go to anyone else no matter how mad she was, regardless of whether she didn't plan on getting back on track with their relationship. They were adults, and her intentions, though devious, were clear.

"Delightful. Undress and get on the bed, sweetheart." She said with a tender voice as she pulled from the kiss. Steven does precisely what he's told to do. First, the shirt, pants, and boxers, and then on the bed. He was sitting up with his legs straight out in front of him, waiting as she removed her own clothes. He watched, interested in her every move until he started to stroke himself.

"Don't touch, Stevie." She demanded. Steven quickly moved his hand back to his side, realizing the error.

"Sorry." He said with a slight blush. She placed her hand on his chest and guided him to lie back.

"Just don't let it happen again, or I'll have to tie you up. Understood?" She told him, still holding her tender tone. Steven nodded,

"Yes, darling." He answered attentively. Simone found that Steven responds best to gentle authority. She takes extra care to do everything she does and says as delicately as possible to match his soft nature.

As she watched his kind eyes, her clit ached like it was being teased, and yet she hadn't been touched yet. It was no wonder she took to the handsome man what felt like forever ago, just as well as he took to her.

She straddled overtop of his painfully hard cock, allowing him only to feel the wetness between her folds as they blanketed him. This part always drove him nuts, her taking her time, but he knew he needed to resist her teasing.

Simone began slowly grinding against him, only moving slightly, but the friction, paired with how soaked she was, did enough for her. Steven, though enjoying himself, couldn't help but want to pick up the pace. He was impatient, needy even. He wanted to be inside her but knew that Simone would give him what he wanted when she was ready and if he was good.

Steven knew how to be good for her, yet his impatience got the best of him, and he gripped her hips and began pressing his pelvis into her harder, trying to get more of her to wrap around him.

For Simone, though this felt fantastic, it simply wouldn't do. "Tsk, tsk, Stevie baby. You know better." She said, still gentle with her tone but harshly pushing on his chest to keep him steady. Steven immediately felt guilty for getting greedy and knew what came next. He lost his self-control, and he had to be restrained.

She delicately took his wrists and lifted them above his head. She wasn't using force, but he knew he needed to be punished, so he allowed it to happen. She found the leather binds they kept attached to the headboard and put them around his wrists, making it nearly impossible for him to touch her now.

"I guess I deserve this, yeah?" He asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear her talk to him more. He loved her voice. Simone smiled down at him, making his heart flutter with her beauty.

"Yes, you do. I was going to let your slip up before slide so you could touch me, too. I guess not now, hmm?" She said, finishing the sentence with a hum of pleasure as she continued rolling her hips. "I was going to let you put your hands all over me. You would have gotten to feel my tits," She continued, speaking more breathy now. Steven's eyes drifted closed, imagining it as she told and massaged her clit against him. "I would have let you hold my thighs, run your hands over my ass..." She trailed off as she watched him lose focus under her.

Simone's wetness coated the underside of his cock, and the feelings and thoughts running through his head put him a few steps ahead of her. She knew he was having difficulty holding back even though he was trying his best to be her object of pleasure. She tested him a bit more.

"You like it when I rub my pussy on you like this?" She asked him. Steven groaned at her words, thinking about how pretty she made those dirty words sound.

"Yes, love." He answered, gritting his teeth. Simone picked up the pace a bit as she felt the fire build inside her, inching closer to orgasm as she watched Steven's face. He was apparently hanging on by a thread from the twitching of his thighs under her. He was ready to cum, and that simply wouldn't do.

Simone lifted herself off him and sat at his side, examining the dribbles of precum leaking onto his belly. "You're too close, sweetheart. We can't have that."

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." He apologized, subconsciously pulling at the restraints, aching to have something on him again. She loved when he got like this.

"It's okay. I know you can't. We'll just have to work on that, won't we?" She asked, implying what her next event was. Steven hated edging, but he hated coming too soon even more. He wanted Simone to use him as long as she needed to. Typically, when he can last until she comes one time, he gets rewarded with his own.

Simone walked on her knees to the top of his body, gingerly running her fingers through his tousled hair. Steven stared lovingly at her, wishing he had her to do this all the time, hoping she would come home. To be closer to her again was something Steven pined for. He knew Marc also did, but god damn, was that man dead-set on making sure she crawled back first.

"Ready?" She whispered politely. Steven nodded frantically, excited for what would come next. Simone gave him a long kiss on his forehead before she turned around and placed her left knee on his other side, backing herself against his stubble. She leaned forward in doing so and wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in response to being touched again.

Steven started rolling his tongue over her sensitive nub with delight, happy to make her feel good as she stroked him slowly with her hand. She sped up as he sped up, hoping that the other would get them across the finish line.

Each time Simone sensed that Steven was getting too close, she would stop and drop his cock, causing him to hum with frustration as he sucked and nibbled her. She was about to cum, but she couldn't let him have relief first.

"Keep going, sweetheart. You're doing so good." She moaned as his tongue circled faster. She had left his hard-on alone, focusing on her orgasm as he coaxed it out of her. "Yes, Stevie, yes!" She exclaimed as she was on the cusp of completion.

Steven was confident now that he was doing a good job, lips and chin covered in her sweet juices as she clenched her thighs tighter over his ears and climaxed with a fury of bad words that only she could make angelic. The sweet sounds made him smile under her proudly.

Simone got off his face, trying to hide her wobbling to keep the guise of strength she had. Sitting back at his side, she could see the gorgeous, bound Englishman's smile, slick with her wetness, and felt she owed him a compliment.

"Fantastic job, sweetheart. Are you ready to feel the mess you just made of me?" She asked. Steven nodded with delight, excited to see what she had in store. Simone reached for his binds and undid them before guiding him to sit up. She pressed her breasts against his chest and sat slowly down his length with a hiss, adjusting to him on entry.

A heavy exhale escaped Steven, finally feeling her warmth around him. Simone wrapped her arms over his shoulders and kissed him as she slowly rocked her hips. Kissing Steven was always gentle; he wanted to ensure he did it right each time. Kissing was like a talent of his, consistently in sync as his tongue explored Simone's.

Steven's hands caressed the soft skin of her back, moving with each move she made. Up, down, swivel, rolling her pelvis to feel him push against every spot that made her unbutton little by little. She pulled away from the kiss when she felt his heart beat faster as he drew himself to climax.

"Not yet, sweetheart." She demanded, still moving her hips up and down, in and out. She was close, but not nearly as close as he was.

"I don't think I can hold it much longer, love," Steven admitted. He did everything he could to keep the pleasure down as she denied him release. Simone grabbed the sides of his face and pressed her forehead to his, prompting him to look into her eyes,

"Wait for me. I'm almost there." She choked out, moving faster now. His tip rutted against her g-spot repeatedly when she pushed herself into this position. She started to feel the build spill over, coming unglued again.

"Cum now, Stevie. Now!" She cried out, feeling the climax rush out of her.

Steven felt her grip pulsate around his cock. That, along with her command, caused him to pull her closer to him as he erupted into her. Simone's movements grew shakey as her knees grew weak and weary of riding, so Steven did his best to pick up where she couldn't to finish riding out their orgasms, thrusting himself into her a couple of times before they came to completion.

Steven fell backward onto the bed, taking Simone with him and pulling her in tighter. "You're proper gorgeous, darling." He complimented, burying his face in her neck. She smiled and kissed his forehead,

"Thank you, sweetheart. You're handsome as the devil and far more polite." She said.

Steven trailed tiny kisses along her neck, enjoying the snuggle while he got the chance to. It made him wish he could stay this way a bit longer, drift off in her arms, and wake up with her again. It had been so long since they did that. Simone wanted the same thing.

There was only one way to really get to the bottom of her feelings, and she knew it.

"I might be able to help with the Jake issue." She said, breaking the peaceful silence. As if Marc had been in control the whole time, he was the one who responded.

"Why the sudden change?"

"Because it's bonkers, and I'm worried. No matter how I feel about you, I want you to be okay." She said, pulling out of the embrace now that Steven wasn't in front. She didn't want to fight anymore. "But I'm going to need your full cooperation, Marc. No matter how crazy my methods may seem." She told him sternly. Marc nodded,

"Of course. Anything."

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Fanfic Rec - Loucember Xmas Fics! (2022)

Feliz Natal! Aqui está uma lista de recomendação de Holidays Fics com a temática natalina que são as minhas favoritas.

Forever is composed of nows by pleasinglouis (palavras: +6k)

Havia uma época do ano que Louis amava mais do que qualquer outra. Ele veio logo após o outono, lentamente a princípio em folhas de grama congeladas e manhãs enevoadas e depois varreu o campo em camadas de neve recém-caída brilhando à luz do sol. Com sua chegada, veio o brilho de cordas multicoloridas de luzes penduradas nos beirais de todas as casas e uma magia no ar que encheu os pulmões de filhotes inspirados que esticaram o pescoço para apreciar as exibições festivas.

Harry e Louis passam o dia de Natal juntos.

12 Days of Courting by mission2feelike (palavras: +22k)

o longo do mês de dezembro, o alfa Harry presenteia o ômega Louis com coisas sem que ele soubesse ou apenas pequenas coisas para que ele não descobrisse o que estava acontecendo. Basicamente, ele corteja Louis em dezembro e, no Natal, o último presente é pedir que ele seja seu alfa. Talvez sejam melhores amigos de infância ou amigos muito próximos.

Ou talvez eles sejam amigos com benefícios e o cio de Louis esteja marcado para o Natal.

Something along the lines of ‘an office love story at christmas’ by forthetherapy, levelofcharm (palavras: +43k)

Harry não tinha planejado ver Louis novamente, não depois daquela noite. Quando ele descobre que seu único concorrente para uma promoção muito desejada é Louis, ele entra em uma confusão tentando ser um colega de trabalho e uma pessoa melhor antes do Natal, na esperança de superar o efeito sem esforço de Louis em seu escritório. Se ele conseguir tirar a cabeça do rabo ao longo do caminho, será um milagre do feriado.

Under the rain or under the snow by MquietMiNd (palavras: +20k)

“Acho que não entendi.” Ele balança a cabeça e fecha os olhos, como se estivesse se distanciando da situação. "Atormentar? Que porra você está fazendo aqui?

“Sua mãe também me convidou, como eu poderia dizer não para suas excelentes batatas assadas?”

AU de Natal onde eles se separaram há um mês, mas Harry aparece na casa de infância de Louis para as férias. Louis não contou à mãe sobre o rompimento, então ficar com eles não é o ideal. Harry fica.

Here where you should be by lunarheslwt (palavras: +19k)

“Vou passar o Natal sozinha.” Harry nunca teria pensado em si mesmo como dramático, mas podia jurar que sentiu seu coração dar uma guinada com a silenciosa admissão. "Huh?" “Só eu, eu e eu”, Louis brincou, dando uma risadinha. "Está prestes a ser uma noite muito... ah, silenciosa." E Harry ficou tão perturbado com a notícia que nem riu do trocadilho. “Louis,” ele disse estupidamente, a voz delatando o quão perturbador ele achou a ideia. O brilho nos olhos de Louis enfraqueceu ainda mais. "Não se preocupe comigo, Harry," Louis acalmou, "Não é grande coisa-" "-Você gostaria de passar o Natal comigo?" E o que. a. Porra. Por que ele perguntou isso a alguém que era essencialmente um estranho?

Ou, quando Harry, um alfa ansioso, se viu em pânico com as compras de Natal de última hora, encontrou conforto no gentil ômega assistente de loja, Louis. Ele não deveria convidar o ômega para casa no Natal quando descobriu que passaria o Natal sozinho. Ele não foi feito para captar sentimentos. Inferno, ele nem deveria poder ir para casa no feriado. Era um Natal cheio de surpresas.

Snow by Septic_Styles (palavras: +70k)

Louis está programado para viajar treze horas pelo país para ficar com sua família em um aluguel de temporada em Edimburgo para o Natal, mas quando ele faz uma parada noturna em sua cabana na floresta em Lake District, um rosto inesperado e improvável - que Louis passou toda a adolescência e a maior parte da vida adulta ressentida - bate à porta, em busca de ajuda.

Mal sabiam eles que a maior nevasca que a Inglaterra já havia visto iria nevar os dois inimigos por uma semana...

(Uma enemies to lovers au de Natal)

In A Twinkling by jacaranda_bloom (palavras: +89k)

A avó de Louis só quer que ele seja feliz, se acomode com um bom menino e o traga para o Natal.

Louis está muito ocupado com sua carreira para se preocupar com relacionamentos, mas em uma tentativa de apaziguar sua avó, ele envia a ela fotos photoshopadas dele e de seu namorado de mentira, Harry. O fato de que o homem nas fotos não é outro senão Harry Styles, modelo mundialmente famoso da Gucci - e estrela recorrente das fantasias de Louis - é irrelevante. Não é como se seus caminhos se cruzassem…

Então, é uma surpresa quando Louis volta para casa para o Natal e entra na sala de estar de sua avó apenas para encontrar o Harry Styles da vida real conversando alegremente com as senhoras de cabelos grisalhos do círculo de crochê de sua avó.

Apresentando Niall e Liam como amigos de infância de Louis, Harry como o homem dolorosamente perfeito dos sonhos de Louis, Zayn como o melhor amigo muito protetor de Harry, a avó de Louis como uma casamenteira bem-intencionada e Louis como um cara que pensa que está feliz com sua vida, até que um certo alguém mostra a ele o que ele está perdendo.

I think i'm in love this Christmas by levelofcharm (palavras: +36k)

Em casa nas férias e cansado de ser solteiro, Louis conta à família que está namorando seu amigo de infância, Harry (o fato de estar apaixonada por ele é irrelevante). Sem o conhecimento dele, Harry é o faz-tudo que ajudou seus pais enquanto ele estava na universidade. Então ele deve confrontar o alfa e pedir sua ajuda. Fingir namorar seu melhor amigo é mais fácil do que Louis imaginava.

Kiss me on this cold December night by pjinkfleur (palavras: 16k)

Esta é uma fic de Natal repugnante e auto-indulgente, basicamente o tropo clássico do filme Hallmark, onde o personagem A deixa a cidade e se torna rico e egoísta e se distancia de seu passado, tem que voltar por algum motivo e passa o tempo com o personagem B, que obviamente ama o férias, o que o leva a descobrir novamente a magia do Natal. Só que Harry não é tão horrível, ele nunca cortou os laços com seu melhor amigo de casa, Louis. Ainda mandam muitas mensagens e ligam, ele só está mais distante e guardado porque é apaixonado pelo ômega desde crianças e estava destruindo ele fingir que seu coração não se partia toda vez que tinha que vê-lo com outras pessoas. Então ele correu o mais rápido que pôde e nunca olhou para trás, não estava pronto para enfrentá-lo novamente. Até que ele precise, porque Louis ligou para ele em lágrimas pedindo ajuda e Harry ainda não pode recusar nada.

É basicamente isso, honestamente. Porque sou um lixo e não consigo evitar.

Let's make christmas merry, baby by pleasinglouis (palavras: 20k)

Harry parou ao lado dele e bateu seus anéis contra a alça do carrinho ao ritmo de Deck the Halls. "Então, isso significa que temos que nos beijar?" Harry brincou, um sorriso hesitante se contorcendo em seus lábios.

Louis se assustou, deixando cair a revista em uma confusão de páginas brilhantes. Ele olhou para Harry e seguiu seu olhar, pegando a falsa vegetação barata pendurada sobre suas cabeças. Ele zombou, "a única coisa que você vai beijar é a minha bunda."

"Oh?" Harry riu, sorrindo como um idiota. “Isso não seria a pior coisa do mundo, considerando que é uma bela bunda.”

Isso fez com que as bochechas de Louis ficassem vermelhas, seus olhos se arregalando. "Com licença?"

Então o alfa riu, ele riu pra caralho. “Eu não sou cego e você não é tão burro assim. É um bom."

A boca de Louis abria e fechava, praticamente como se estivesse falando de peixe enquanto olhava incrédulo para o homem. Ele era o maior e mais estranho oxímoro que Louis já vira.

Boa leitura e feliz natal!

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