#i did a triple take lemme tell you:

[jacob-blogs]

May or may not have given a thumbs up to a man chillin in his garage without fully realizing that he was stroking himself through his basketball shorts.

#jacob blogs #i did a triple take lemme tell you: #take 1. see an older gentleman lounging in his garage. wave and say hello. #take 2. hes watching. silently. ask if he's doing alright. no response. ask again. add a thumbs up. nothing #take 3. his hands are fidgeting. dont see phone anywhe-oh my god #I'm not entirely sure who this guy is or what his deal was #but seeing that in the wild was biiiig predator behaviour #and i fucked myself by making a fist like this 👍🏽 #and now I'm sitting here with the thought in the back of my head: #'I'm sure that guy couldn't hear me and probably assumed I was approving of his actions' #😵😵😵😵

[yongility]

NEO TV # I LIKE ME BETTER WHEN I'M WITH YOU. (jaehyun x reader) 3/?

genre: angst, suggestive, gang au, rich kid au, enemies to lovers (kinda), a lil of fluffy stuff. slowburn, series.

warnings: drug use mentions, gangs, fights, use of weapons, adult language, illegal activities, cheating (not on the main couple), toxic family environment, addictions, manipulation, insecurities, illegal street racing, death mentions. jeno is jaehyun's younger brother, angst, smut and if I slip something my bad haha.

word count: +10k?

a/n: I’m sorry this took too long to post!! 😭😭 but I been so busy with college rn, I’m going to graduate this year so I’m like having a lot of work lately, and I wasn’t satisfied with what I was writing so that was the reason it took longer than expected, sorry!

I'm a sucker for cliche stuff so as soon as this fic popped in my mind l had to write it down, english isn't my first language tho.

I'm sorry if this is too long TT, but this is kinda a slowburn? it might contain a lot of parts so wait for part 3! One of the reasons this is long af it's because I would like to show you how Jaehyun and (Y/N's life is before they get together! So pls pls don't skip anything I hope you like it!

if you want to be in the taglist, just lemme know;) enjoy!

The third day of the week arrived promptly, where (Y/N) found herself comfortably seated in one of the library chairs, with her chemistry books scattered on the table in front of her as she studied for the exams she had coming up, with Jungwoo beside her.

It was becoming her routine for the week; after last Friday's party, what she most desired was to avoid being at home, especially after having an argument with her mother when she returned from the party.

She didn't want to deal with her in a good time.

Annoyed that her mother had thought it was a great idea to take away her right to use her own car as punishment for disobeying her that night and leaving the house... staying in the library seemed the most pleasant option; with silence, able to listen to music through her AirPods, without her mother bothering her every five minutes and being able to review what she had learned in her last classes: it was something she could take advantage of. She took a sip of her vanilla latte, which had been sponsored by Jungwoo, who, in an attempt to apologize for abandoning her in that way during last Friday's party, promised to pay for each of her daily drinks for a week and a half, no matter the cost.

And even though (Y/N) could afford that or even triple, she was still happy about it. Gifted things tasted even better anyway.

Of course, she first gave Jungwoo a -no- beating after telling him everything that had happened during his absence, but still, she appreciated that her friend was okay even though she hadn't heard anything from him until Saturday night.

During these last few days, with a new routine, (Y/N) was almost always in the same places, at the same times, and if she was honest, she was surprised not to have bumped into Jung Jaehyun at any moment.

It was weird; she would normally see him somewhere around the school, either accompanied by Lucas or just sitting on one of the benches while smoking his 'n' cigarette of the day. But simply, since Friday, she hadn't heard anything from him... she hadn't even bumped into Lucas, which increased the level of strangeness, considering he was a social butterfly, he was always around. (Y/N) had been aware of her words after Jaehyun had taken her home: she could no longer continue with whatever deal they had, with all the stress of her own tasks and knowing that no matter what she did, her cousin wouldn't give up his addictions, it was best to give up.

Although it would hurt her soul to know that there was no way to help Daeho.

But thinking about it, she didn't know if she had really been sincere about each going their own way... apparently Jaehyun had taken it very seriously to not show up anywhere, and although (Y/N) knew very well that being close to him didn't bring her anything good... his presence hadn't been so bothersome in the last few days. Really, after sharing a few words and spending more time with him, she couldn't say that she disliked his existence. It was funny if you asked the (Y/N) from a month ago, there would be no way she could have imagined that, somehow, she would be related to none other than Jung Jaehyun, who, on the outside, just seemed to be one more problem.

She tried to stop thinking about it and tried to focus her gaze on the book in front of her, but after a few minutes... it was difficult for her. There was something inside her that made her feel uneasy but she couldn't think what it was.

"There’s a race in Kosmo today" her best friend's voice brought her out of her thoughts.

Kosmo was the neighborhood that was right in the middle of the city, dividing Kwangya and Neo Zone. (Y/N) knew that there were usually illegal races in that area because it was when the rich kids from Kwangya usually dared to compete against Neo Zone.

"And why should I care...?"

"Your cousin will go to bet," Jungwoo replied, interrupting her study session.

The girl opened her eyes in surprise and asked, "How do you know?"

"Daeho told Mingi, and Mingi told me," he replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. The boy fell silent for a moment and cleared his throat. "Don’t you want to go?" He asked curiously.

(Y/N) looked up from her books and observed her friend incredulously. "Why would I want to go?"

"To keep an eye on Daeho," he answered.

"I'm still mad with him, I've decided not to help him anymore. I really tried, I've been trying for the past few years, but he doesn't want help and now I understand," the girl confessed, closing her book and letting out a sigh.

"Still... don't you think it would be fun? Getting out of our comfort zone a bit... seeing what all this racing stuff is about. I've heard they're amazing," Jungwoo insisted.

"Jungwoo, my mom will kill me if she finds out I went to an illegal race," the girl continued, taking a sip of her coffee.

"She won't find out."

"Jungwoo..."

"Come on, (Y/N), we won't even be in Neo Zone, it'll be in Kwangya only. We'll go, watch the race, and leave. We won't even make contact with anyone. We'll go on our own," the boy assured her, moving closer to her. "Please, I think it would be interesting to break out of our routine, just for one night, what could go wrong?"

"Many things could go wrong, Woo," she replied.

"We won't know unless we try," he pouted, clasping his hands together. "Please."

She hated how persuasive her best friend was.

She sighed and shook her head. "Fine, but at the first sign of trouble, we're leaving without a second thought."

"I love you so much," Jungwoo replied, hugging her shoulders.

"And I really hate you."

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The night fell faster than she expected, and among the roar of engines and the intense music that could be heard on the outskirts of Kosmo, (Y/N) felt something cold run through her body.

She could see familiar faces here and there, some of her classmates from Kwangya were in the place, and from the opposite side, the cars and familiar faces of Neo Zone were present.

It was a strange atmosphere for her; she had always played it safe, and now she didn't even know what to think. She felt herself getting closer to Jungwoo to not lose him, the last thing she needed was for them to separate like they did at the party.

She didn't think she could survive alone.

And it's not that she was dumb to think otherwise, but her parents raised her in an environment where they made her believe that she shouldn't do things outside her daily life. (Y/N) was afraid of adventures. Her life was governed by being obedient and doing the right thing; she didn't know when the moment of rebellion she had a few days ago when she left home the night of the party had been wise.

And now finding herself in Kosmo secretly from her mother at an illegal race? She must have gone crazy.

She believed even more so that she had gone crazy when something inside her hoped to run into none other than Jung Jaehyun.

She didn't understand why the urgency of what was happening, and even less why she expected to run into Jaehyun before running into Daeho.

Maybe it was because she found it strange not to have seen him since last Friday's party.

But she knew that if there was one place Jaehyun wouldn't miss... it would be the race tonight.

"Are you looking for Daeho?" Jungwoo asked when he saw her looking around. "He's probably with Mingi."

How could she explain to her friend that the person she was looking for was none other than Jung Jaehyun?

She nodded without saying more, and they both continued on their way while cautiously observing their surroundings. The smell of marijuana and car engines was embedded in the place, the music made their ears ring, and the night breeze made their bodies tremble.

(Y/N)'s eyes drifted away when she noticed Lucas in the distance, having a conversation with another guy. Lucas felt her gaze on him and looked at the girl with confusion before approaching her after apologizing to his companion.

"Hey, Kwangya kiddos, what brings you here on this magnificent night?" Lucas asked enthusiastically.

"We wanted to know what these races are about," Jungwoo replied simply.

"Hmm, interesting," the tall guy nodded. "Well, you're in luck, Jaehyun will race today, are you sure you want to see the show? The best of the area against someone from Yellow Wood," Lucas explained while cracking his fingers slightly.

Upon hearing the guy's name, (Y/N) looked up and paid attention to Lucas's words.

"If you're interested in betting, come to me," Lucas advised.

"I think we're fine like this," said (Y/N).

"Alright, take care. I'll go look for my guy to get him ready for the race," Lucas announced as he patted Jungwoo on the back.

The guy walked away from them with a smile, and Jungwoo responded with one of his own, then he looked at his friend and frowned, "relax, you're anxious."

How could she not be?

But before she could even answer anything, a few meters away, she saw the familiar face she had been looking for. In the distance, the silhouette of Jung Jaehyun was leaning against his car while talking to a few guys from Neo Zone, his neck tattoos weren't very visible due to the darkness of the night but she could distinguish them a bit, then... as if he had called him, Jaehyun's gaze moved to connect with hers, making her freeze in place.

Jaehyun frowned when he saw her standing just a few steps away from him, looking like a lost puppy as she stood beside Jungwoo.

The sight reminded him of a month ago when Daeho had clumsily brought (Y/N) to Neo Zone. Although this time she was accompanied by her best friend, another rich and spoiled kid from Kwangya. He observed the outfit she had decided to wear, once again, just like that time, it wasn't extravagant, no famous brand could be seen in her attire, and the only piece of jewelry she wore was a pair of earrings that definitely looked like gold...

He hoped she wouldn't lose them tonight.

Because they made her look good.

The surprise was evident on the girl's face when she took a better look at the brunet's body, who was now walking towards her, wearing a hoodie with its hood over his head and as he got closer, the darkness of the night was no longer so intrusive. It hadn't been enough to hide the bruises that were scattered across his body.

There was one under his cheek, just below his left eye, and it was reddish, as if it were flushed. Then, looking at the ones between his jaw and his neck, she noticed how they subtly mixed with the ink of the tattoo he had on his neck. That one was difficult to distinguish thanks to the dark lines that adorned that part of his body, but if you paid enough attention, it was alarming.

When she lowered her gaze over his torso and then looked at his hands, she could see the intense shades of red that his knuckles contained, as if ground blood had accumulated on each of them.

It wasn't the first time she had seen Jaehyun or Lucas with a bruise or two on a school day, but it was the first time she had seen it up close.

Her heart was pounding a mile a minute. Why was it suddenly doing this?

"Did you lost your way home?" Jaehyun asked when he was in front of her.

"Jaehyun," she muttered quietly, "... are you okay?"

The girl didn't need much to realize that was the stupidest question she could ask right now, of course he wasn't okay. And although she knew this happened regularly in Jaehyun's life, she couldn't help but fill her head with doubts; what had to happen for him to end up like this?

... was that the reason he hadn't gone to school?

A small smile appeared on the boy's face, and even with the different colors decorating his face, she could still notice the dimples that formed in it.

Why did he still look good?

"I don't think you came here to ask that, Angel," Jaehyun replied mockingly. "I really believed in your whole story about us going on our ways, so what are you doing at a race where most of the spectators are from Neo Zone?"

The girl was left speechless. "Jungwoo brought me here."

"Well, if that's the case, enjoy the races, I think it'll be fun for you to spice up your Wednesday nights a bit," he continued with a sarcastic smile.

"What happened to you?" She asked again.

Jaehyun didn't answer.

He had gotten himself into big trouble... all thanks to Jeno.

He had trusted that all his merchandise would be sold by the time Monday came around, but after being at Johnny Suh's party, where other dealers were also present, he didn't manage to sell what he needed.

He had a little less than half left in his pockets and in Lucas's.

Luck had not been on his side this time, and when he had to be accountable to Lee Sooman, he had to take responsibility for his brother's actions. And despite telling him that he would not take care of him like he used to after the argument they had... he'd much rather take the beatings he had received than see Jeno the way he did in the mirror.

That time, it really felt eternal. He still remembers the angry (but also mocking) look Sooman had on his face when Jaehyun and Lucas brought the money to his office and after asking Lucas none too kindly to leave, that was when Jaehyun knew what was coming.

With Cheol Uk by his side, leading him out of the office to the vacant lot not far from the warehouse, Jaehyun could do nothing but accept what was coming.

It was one blow after another, and he knew well that at that moment, defending himself was not something he should do or he would end up worse.

He remembers feeling every punch with tremendous pain, and all he could think about was Jeno and how he would have felt if it had been him getting beaten up.

At least Jaehyun was used to the beatings and had no choice; he already knew that all of this was part of being someone from Neo Zone, so he simply had to continue to comply with what Sooman demanded to the letter unless he wanted to end up again in the position he was in.

What felt like hours was really just a few minutes; Cheol Uk stopped hitting him after a while and without saying more, he left. Leaving Jaehyun in the middle of the vacant lot with a broken lip and eyebrow as he spat blood and reached for his abdomen for some support to get up and walk to where he knew Lucas was waiting for him.

How much more? How much longer would he have to keep with all of this?

But, right now, it wasn't something he should talk about.

"It's really not something you need to know," he replied with a smirk. "You came to enjoy the race, right? Then do it, I'll be running in a few minutes, if you don't get scared by the atmosphere here before that, I'm sure you'll want to see me," Jaehyun continued, winking at her.

"I think it'll be fun to see you in second place," the girl teased.

"Baby... I always win," Jaehyun bragged, looking her directly in the eyes.

It was then that the girl didn't say anything else, she just kept her gaze on his. She hated feeling intrigued by Jaehyun himself. Because right now she didn't even feel like she was in Kosmo, with Jaehyun in front of her looking directly at her, she didn't even feel real. She was getting into fire and she knew it.

And she didn't know if she could escape from it.

For a moment she felt a heaviness on her shoulders and warmth surrounded her, causing her to snap out of her thoughts and notice that the jacket that Jaehyun was wearing over his hoodie was now over her body.

"You were trembling like a chihuahua," Jaehyun explained. "Don't consider it an act of kindness, I'm just returning the favor after having done my jobs those two weeks... at least now they won't kick me out of school this evaluation period," he continued.

"I'm not sure if I should feel good knowing that I'm indirectly helping an illegal business," she replied, adjusting the jacket.

"No one needs to know," he replied. "Good luck tonight, don't get lost too much because things get interesting," he said, and without further ado, he turned around to go back to his friends.

(Y/N) stood perplexed in her place, and it was then that she felt Jungwoo's presence next to her.

"What was that?"

"I have no idea."

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The next morning, after putting her books back in her backpack, (Y/N) looked at the jacket folded inside her bag, feeling a heaviness and remembering the events of the previous night.

The rumors were true... Jung Jaehyun was the best street racer in the area, because he not only competed once the day before, but two more times, winning 3 victories in a short time, and to be honest, it had been impressive.

She hadn't run into him again after the brief conversation they had, and even though she had been waiting for it... she and Jungwoo bolted from the place when they heard the police sirens approaching Kosmo.

The last thing she needed was for her parents to find out about her escapade.

She didn't hear anything from Daeho the night before, she even doubted if he had really gone to the race.

She didn't want to give too much importance to the situation, which is why she chose to continue her path through the school hallways, hoping to return the jacket that was at the bottom of her bag and trying to divert her thoughts to something other than Jaehyun.

And as if she had summoned him, she saw him under the entrance roof as he leaned against the wall and took a drag from the cigarette in his hands. (Y/N) checked the day's weather and cursed when she noticed the raindrops falling lightly. She had forgotten about today's forecast.

Jaehyun was lost in his thoughts as he watched the rain and let out the smoke in his chest.

The bruises were still visible.

She stopped abruptly to take the jacket out of her bag and, without saying anything, approached him and handed it back to him.

Jaehyun looked at her with a raised eyebrow and blew out the smoke from his lungs.

"You're welcome," Jaehyun said as he took the jacket in his hands.

"Yes, thank you," she said, feeling her cheeks flush.

"Where did you park your car?" Jaehyun asked out of nowhere.

"I didn't bring it with me, my mom confiscated it," she blurted out without thinking, and when she turned to look at Jaehyun, she noticed a mocking smile on his face.

"Oh, mom took away your Porsche," he pouted mockingly and shook his head. "Come on, I'll take you home."

"I'm fine, Jaehyun. Thanks," she said as she looked at the rain.

"Come on, it wouldn't be the first time I've taken you. Plus, the school won't be closing anytime soon."

She thought about all the possibilities that crossed her mind, but something about her was excited to think about the ride home.

"Where's your car?"

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It was fortunate that his car was nearby.

Jaehyun turned on the heater as soon as they got into the car, and without further ado, the journey began.

It was just like the first time they had been together in the same car. Without saying anything, both with their eyes focused on the road, and it was then that they both realized that they didn't have a topic of conversation. The few times they had interacted had been about their interests and what they needed from each other at the moment. However, Jaehyun didn't know anything about (Y/N) that he hadn't heard at school, and (Y/N) didn't know anything about Jaehyun that she hadn't heard in the hallways or from her parents about the people from Neo Zone.

At this point, they weren't even acquaintances.

They had just coincided in something and that was it.

(Y/N) took the opportunity to send a text message to Jungwoo and tell him that he no longer needed to pick her up, without explaining more, she sent the text and subsequently, Jaehyun's phone rang.

The boy sighed and cautiously looked for a quick place to park even with the sound of the mobile phone ringing filling the car. He took the device and (Y/N) could notice the slight tension that seized Jaehyun's body as he read the caller ID, without thinking twice he answered the call.

The brunette felt weird being able to hear Jaehyun's conversation, so she tried to distract herself with something else. First with her phone, then looking out the window where she could see the rain beginning to dissipate, and then she could hear a "I'll be there in a moment" that made her react and turn to see him end the call.

The boy scratched his neck and then brought his hands to his face to rub it, let out a deep sigh, and looked at (Y/N).

“Uh, I need to do something quickly and your house is still a bit far... Do you mind if we stop by that place first? It's on the way” he asked with no other option.

“Does this has to do with your job?” She asked.

It took him a moment to respond: — No, it's not about my job. You can stay in the car, it's just that, I really need to get there.

After seeing Jaehyun's face and not being able to decipher what he was trying to say, (Y/N) nodded, not very sure, and that was enough for Jaehyun to quickly start the car.

Thousands of thoughts ran through (Y/N)'s mind. Eager to know where they were headed; she didn't know if she should believe Jaehyun that this wasn't about picking up or delivering goods or meeting someone who worked on the same thing he did.

She was only sure they wouldn't go to Neo Zone because they were far from there.

She could see how impatient Jaehyun seemed while driving, and that only made her even more nervous. What exactly did they tell him in that call to make him like this? She wanted to ask, but she knew she wouldn't get an answer.

She didn't know how many minutes had passed, she only knew that the rain stopped just before the car parked and she finally noticed where they were. A gray building was a few meters away from them, and it wasn't hard to recognize it.

It was the National Rehabilitation Center.

A long and large building, which was accompanied by an extensive garden, and from the outside, you could see that there were a huge number of rooms inside it.

Her head was flooded with even more questions knowing that this was the place where Jaehyun was needed.

“You can stay in the car if you want. I'll be back in a moment” Jaehyun said as he opened the car door and got out.

Curiosity got the better of her.

And that's why she got out of the car and followed Jaehyun. Without saying anything, they entered the building where they were immediately greeted by a nurse who seemed to know the boy well.

“Jaehyun, I'm glad you were able to answer the call” said the woman as she greeted them. “We need to talk to you”.

The boy nodded and turned to (Y/N), who just nodded and said, “I’ll wait for you.”

He smiled slightly and walked with the person until they reached the reception where she was able to pull out a few papers.

It had been, perhaps, about two weeks since the last time he had been there. A place he was very familiar with and where he regularly went; he had become good friends with the friendly nurses who apparently didn't care where he came from.

He was grateful that the nurse didn't say anything when his bruises and wounds were clearly visible.

“Has something happened?” he asked after a few seconds.

“ He's fine” the nurse said with a smile “but we need to talk to you about his stay here” she continued.

That's when the small smile on his face disappeared. Jaehyun knew what she was referring to. He swallowed hard before the nurse could speak.

“The payment is overdue, Jaehyun," the nurse confirmed what he already knew. "We care about Sicheng's health, but this is not my concern. You know that the center relies on patients' monthly payments, and the administrators in charge of them request them punctually," she commented as she handed Jaehyun one of the papers. "I understand your situation and Sicheng's, but there's nothing more I can do even if I wanted to; I've tried to delay the payment as much as I could, but unfortunately, it can't be delayed any longer. The administrators expect the payment soon, or we'll have to discharge Sicheng and send him home," she concluded.

It was difficult at first for Jaehyun to process everything the nurse had said, as more than ten things ran through his mind at once; one of them being his good friend Winwin, then, thinking about how he could quickly get the money he knew he owed to the clinic, considering the beating he had just received for not being able to complete a sale. So, what would he do? He still needed half the money for that monthly payment, and between the clinic's expenses and those of his own house for his family, he couldn't see a way to get the money on time.

He would have to ask for more stash to sell if he wanted to do it.

He couldn't let them discharge Sicheng.

Not while he hasn't made progress.

"I'm sorry," Jaehyun said. "I... I still have a little left to complete the payment. It's just that lately, it's been harder, and... how much time do I have to pay it?" the breathless boy asked.

"Considering that it's only the first few days of the month, and the payment is already two weeks late... I can't give you more than three days," lamented the nurse, making a grimace.

"I'll try the impossible to bring you that money on Saturday. Sicheng still can't be discharged; he hasn't progressed the way he was supposed to," he affirmed, a slight pout evident in his mouth.

What a contrast there was between his expression and the bruises, accompanied by the tattoos on his body.

Being in the Rehabilitation Center was the place where he could be most vulnerable.

"How is he?" he asked, lowering his gaze.

"Same as the last time you came to visit him," commented the nurse. "We're doing what we can, Jaehyun, but as long as he stays the way he is, we can't move forward. We need his will to help him."

When no words came out of his mouth, the nurse continued: "Jaehyun, you know you can go see him."

For Jaehyun, each visit was just as difficult as the day he decided to admit Sicheng to that clinic, and each one left him more tormented than the previous.

He would give everything if that means that Sicheng would go back to be himself.

He nodded after a few seconds and cautiously glanced back, where, not far away, (Y/N) was reading some brochures and observing the facilities around them; when she noticed the boy's gaze on her body, she walked toward him carefully.

The brunette didn't really know what came to his mind or what caused those words to come out of his mouth, but when he wanted to back off, it was too late, because they had already been expressed.

"Are you coming with me?"

And although (Y/N) had no idea why they were there or where they were going, she accepted anyway. So they found themselves walking down the long whitewashed hallway until they reached an elevator, and then they went up about three floors.

The atmosphere was cold, the hallways and rooms were well-lit, and they could see a few nurses and what she assumed were doctors walking around in their lab coats.

Jaehyun didn't know why he was allowing himself to show her that part of his life, especially when it was such a fragile part for him. He had tried to protect it cautiously for the past few months, and now he was there, accompanied by Hwang (Y/N), with the person he never thought he would meet at that moment.

He hadn't really thought of her when he asked if they could go there before going home; his head was only thinking about the clinic and Sicheng when the call had ended, and it was too late to change his mind when they had set off.

He just hoped the girl would be discreet enough.

They reached room 119, where Jaehyun pushed the door open and where in a wheelchair, they both could see Winwin, who was facing the large window of his room, looking outside.

(Y/N)'s surprised face did not go unnoticed; she was confused in a thousand ways. She knew who Dong Sicheng was; everyone in her school knew him, however... she thought he had simply left the city. She had no idea he was in that place. So in her head, thousands of questions arose about him, why he was there, and why he was in a wheelchair.

She could only react when she heard Jaehyun's voice: "Hey, buddy. How are you today?"

Nothing.

That's what he received.

Jaehyun walked over to him, and when he stood next to him, he crouched down enough to be able to observe him better. Winwin had his gaze fixed forward, his cheeks were a little rosy, his hair fell over his forehead, and his hands were resting on his legs.

Jaehyun sighed.

"Oh, I see you've taken a shower today," the boy mentioned with a smile, and again, there was not a single response.

When he noticed the presence of the girl, who had remained in her place throughout the visit and hesitated to approach them, he spoke: "Today I'm not alone; I brought company. Maybe you'll find it helpful to hear another voice that isn't mine or Lucas's... or the nurses'," the boy teased and gestured to the brunette to come closer, who obeyed. "Do you remember (Y/N)? She was in our class; we've coincided a couple of times, that's why she's here."

"Hello, Winwin," she greeted softly. Jaehyun made a grimace and stood up from his place to be at the girl's height.

"Don't expect an answer," Jaehyun commented. "There won't be one."

"I thought... I thought Winwin had moved to China," (Y/N) confessed.

Jaehyun snorted: "Yes, that's what everyone thinks."

Those words took her by surprise, and it was when she decided to remain silent, watching from a distance the little interaction between the boys: it was just Jaehyun saying a few words while adjusting Sicheng's hair without expecting any response.

Dong Sicheng and Jung Jaehyun had been friends since birth, being two little boys who grew up on the streets of Neo Zone, it was easy to click with each other. Winwin's parents had decided to move to the infamous area after his father had met Lee Sooman in some low neighborhood in Wenzhou, China, and he had offered him a job where he could have his family at least a little better off than in his country.

Winwin had not joined the gang since it had not been of great urgency to him; his father was the active member needed by the family, and if he were honest... the farthest he could be from the Neo Zone gang... the better. He was always Jaehyun's companion at all times. Best friends who shared every detail of their lives for years, Jaehyun took care of Sicheng, and he provided the most sincere friendship he had ever had... then, a while later, Lucas Wong and Mark Lee joined their adventures.

Four boys from Neo Zone with the desire to conquer the world, but unable to leave their sad reality behind.

Jaehyun still remembers that fateful day a year ago, and he still feels like it happened yesterday.

The guilt gnawed at him every passing day, terrorizing each of his nights as he wondered: Why?

Why did something like that have to happen to someone as good as Dong Sicheng was?

A year ago, when Jaehyun had chosen to go deliver a package of stash after Winwin had asked him to stay and keep him company, and he had denied that request... that decision still drilled into his head.

Winwin's family and he had been robbed in their own home. Knowing who had done it, the reasons for the event, and who had ordered such inhumanity, were still a mystery. When Winwin's parents along with him tried to flee the place by leaving in a car; it had not been the wisest decision they had made at the moment... because not long after, outside of Neo Zone, after the group of people who had robbed their home managed to shoot a clean shot in one of the tires of the rear part of the car, causing Winwin's father to lose control of his own vehicle and not a few meters later it would impact hard enough for the car to be shot in another direction, causing immediate damage.

Jaehyun only remembers receiving a call from Lucas and minutes later finding himself at the entrance to the Emergency Room of the General Hospital, where a stretcher with Winwin's body was being transported.

He remembers seeing the blood. He remembers hearing Lucas and Mark's screams asking to see their friend. He remembers standing still at the entrance to the Emergency Room.

But above all, he remembers thinking, what would have happened if instead of deciding to go sell that stupid package of stash, what if he had stayed at home with his mother and Sicheng?

A week in a coma and a diagnosis of paraplegia was what made Jaehyun lose his mind.

It had been a year since the accident, and Winwin had not even progressed a bit. After being diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder, it had been difficult to help the injury in the dorsal spine that he had suffered; the damage had been partial, Winwin could handle his movements and his sensitivity to walk again... if only he would come out of the state of shock he was still in.

There were too many things he experienced in so few minutes, so much physical and mental pain for what happened, that now, Sicheng couldn't react.

It had been a year since Sicheng hasn’t spoken.

The doctors assured that he could hear and understand everything, but he was simply mentally tired to process the words and make them come out of his mouth.

His body didn't react as it should either.

And until Winwin had the strength of his own will to do it, the only thing they could do at that clinic was to keep him on medication so that the pains would not persist.

But Jaehyun couldn't take it anymore.

What he would give for Sicheng to be able to enjoy life again.

Unfortunately, the visits he made to the hospital... didn't last more than half an hour since that was the place's regulation. So, his farewell was as quick as his arrival.

"See you on Saturday, Win," he put his hand on his shoulder. "Don't give the nurses too much trouble."

He could swear he heard Winwin laugh and say goodbye.

Even though that really didn't happen.

(Y/N), who throughout the visit remained silent observing both boys, could feel her heart in her hand. She had never believed she would see that vulnerability on Jaehyun's part, and knowing what it was about because of the importance his best friend had in his life, made her heart ache with sadness even more.

"Now I'll take you home," murmured Jaehyun when he passed by her without saying anything else.

The girl glanced back, looking for the last time at Sicheng's silhouette, who hadn't moved from the same place since they had both arrived in the room. She took a deep breath and left the room when Jaehyun was already far enough away.

She didn't know what to say. There were no words of comfort for the situation, and she knew it, that's why they both silently said goodbye to the nurse who had received them and continued like that until they entered the car, which was not parked far away.

Jaehyun allowed himself to lean back on the driver's seat as he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

"I guess you have many questions," Jaehyun said without opening his eyes.

She had.

"I don't know if I really should ask them," (Y/N) confessed as she looked at him.

The boy remained silent for a few seconds.

"Sicheng and his parents had an accident a year ago," Jaehyun said, opening his eyes to look at her. "An accident that was caused."

"By whom?"

"No one knows," he replied, taking his hands to the steering wheel of the car and squeezing it tightly. "His parents died instantly... Winwin arrived at the hospital in critical condition; it was a miracle that he came out alive."

"Why...?"

"Why is he in this clinic?" he interrupted, and she nodded with a knot in her stomach. "The accident had a great impact and damaged on his dorsal spine; the doctors diagnosed partial paraplegia; his sensitivity in his legs was minimal, and he couldn't make any extensive movements with his legs that didn't make him cry from the pain. After seven days, he woke up from the coma and realized everything that had happened, including my uncle's death... he hasn't said a single word since then... the doctors said it would take time for him to recover, and that eventually, he would speak, but Winwin doesn't have the will to do it; he's still in a kind of state of shock, and that has delayed his recovery," he explained, unable to see her in the eyes.

"Who... who pays for all this if Sicheng's parents aren't here?" she asked curiously.

Jaehyun sighed; "For the first few months, my boss covered part of the monthly fee, until suddenly he stopped doing it. Since then, I've been taking care of it."

The girl's expression was one of surprise.

"How do you do it?"

"That’s the reason I'm in the business that I'm in," he replied, changing his gaze to her, being able to see directly into her eyes and causing her to feel a shiver run through her body.

There was something about those bruised eyes that had done something to her.

"It must be hard," the girl said in a murmur.

Jaehyun snorted and nodded slowly. He hated being seen in his less tough character. The only person he allowed himself to be like that with was Lucas... or Winwin. And for a stranger to see him like that... made his blood boil.

"You know? Winwin loved dancing," Jaehyun said, smiling sideways as the memory came to his mind.

That fact wasn't strange for (Y/N), she remembers seeing Winwin at the school theater... the only boy from Neo Zone who was part of the dance team. She didn't even know how he had managed that, but he must have been good if the Kwangya students allowed him to be in the group.

"Now nobody knows if he'll be able to do it again," Jaehyun continued. "Winwin was the only one of all of us who really had a future, he wasn't even a gang member... he hadn't even gone through his initiation, and look how he ended up."

(Y/N) swallowed.

"Mark Lee is no longer friends with you, right?" The girl asked curiously.

"Things got complicated with him after the accident."

The brunette fell silent for a moment and then shifted her body to face him.

“Haven't you thought about looking for another alternative?” she questioned again “You know? If you let me help you, maybe I could get you a position at my father's company and...”

“Shh. I think I've told you it's not that easy.”

“ But it could be” she insisted.

Jaehyun scoffed and shook his head as he looked away from her.

“I not only have to cover this quota, I also have to bring money home, for my mom and for Jeno. It's the easiest way to get what I need” he confessed “besides, I told you once... in Neo Zone there's no way out, once you're in, you're in forever.”

The tattoos on his neck were what sentenced him to a miserable life forever.

But as long as that miserable life helped to ease the pain and managed to make Sicheng return to who he was, it would be worth it.

“It doesn't have to be like this” she murmured, focusing on her own hands.

"You don't know what it's like to be part of this," he countered in a low voice.

How had they opened up to have such a conversation so suddenly?

The girl felt her lip tremble as she remembered the scene she had witnessed minutes earlier in that room, and she couldn't help but think about how it would feel to lose a loved one in such a way... knowing that physically they were present, but mentally they weren't there.

(Y/N) had always had a heart easy to move, but she really never believed that Jung Jaehyun would be able to achieve that.

"Is that why you insist on continuing school?" she asked, looking at him again.

"Students are my best clients," he replied with a half smile.

(Y/N) didn't know how to take that.

She closed her eyes for a moment and then said, "I can help you with a few more assignments," she assured. "But only for a while and in my own way. But, I don't want you to involve me in any of the problems you're in, it will only be school matters. I don't want to be associated with anything you do, if anything you do is enough to help Sicheng, I'll try not to question it."

Jaehyun couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"If that helps you help me and me stay in school..." he paused "...I might be willing."

"What's the reason for your change of heart?"

"Because if I were in the same situation as you, I would also want someone to somehow help me," she replied, hugging herself.

The boy nodded with a half-smile, and without further ado, he started the car.

"Only school matters," Jaehyun confirmed.

She definitely didn't know what he had just gotten himself into.

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The day after the visit to the National Rehabilitation Center, something happened that made (Y/N) unable to concentrate enough during class hours. Her mind kept going back to the place over and over again, but how horrible was the situation the boy was in. One day you're capable, and the next... not even being able to move. How could anyone endure that?

At some point in the morning, during the physics period, her mind was spinning, her leg moving anxiously, and she bit her lips. She tried to erase the conversation she and Jaehyun had had the day before a thousand times and tried to erase the image of Winwin in that room.

But it was impossible.

Just when she thought she had succeeded, the image returned immediately.

She hated being someone who cared too much about things.

Because she knew something wasn't right with her when she found herself in front of the doors of the Rehabilitation Center.

Her coat shielded her from the cold breeze on that day, and as she clutched her bag to her, she didn't think anymore and entered the place.

She felt a little out of place when she entered the center, but after a few minutes, a presence came in front of her.

"Hello, good morning," the nurse greeted her. "Oh, you're the girl who accompanied Jaehyun yesterday, right?" She asked in confusion.

The girl smiled and nodded. "Yes, I'm Hwang (Y/N). I'm Jaehyun's classmate... and Winwin's."

"How nice of you to visit us... are you here to see Winwin? It's rare to see someone come for him other than Lucas or Jaehyun," confessed the nurse.

"Um, yes... I could say I'm here for a visit," the girl smiled. "But, to be honest... yesterday I overheard a bit of his conversation with Jaehyun... I know Winwin's payment is delayed this month."

"Yes, usually Jaehyun finds a way to pay on time," she sighed. "But this month it's been delayed for a few weeks, and if I'm honest, I've been doing everything I can to keep Winwin from being discharged."

The girl nodded and asked, "Do you think Winwin's treatment will still take time?"

"I can't answer that accurately," admitted the nurse. "It's all a matter of Winwin's will, but to be honest, right now he has no will at all, so far as we're concerned, and if the payment continues to be monthly... he could spend another half a year here."

The girl understood the situation, and although she would like to think more about it... she didn't, so she didn't even know when she blurted out those words: "Is there any way I can pay for the next six months?"

The nurse's eyes widened with surprise, and she looked at the girl with enthusiasm. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," she replied. "I would like to help one of my classmates as long as I can. Money is not a problem," she confessed.

"Wow... thank you, i really appreciate that. Winwin is a boy with a lot of potential from what we know, and although we're sad that we haven't made the progress we want, we know that someday he will leave through that door better," (Y/N) smiled nostalgically.

"I just need to ask you something," the brunette confessed. "Could you not tell Jaehyun that I've paid?" she questioned.

"I don't know if it's easy to lie to someone like Jaehyun," the nurse laughed. "But since it's something good you've done... I'll try," the nurse walked to the desk with (Y/N) behind her. "(Y/N)?" She called and paid attention. "I know there may be many things about Jaehyun... but he's a good guy... beneath all that facade; he really has something good."

Those words hammered in her head. "Thank you."

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(Y/N) reviewed the same line of text she had read five times now on some molasses topic. Trying to understand the topic deeply.

The air coming lightly through one of the library windows was enough for her to try to hug herself to take warmth, read a bit from the physics books on the table, and impatiently move her leg.

She didn't know at what exact moment a tall figure stood in front of her, but what she did know was that that person didn't seem very happy.

"Why did you do it?" Jaehyun let out while looking directly at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," (Y/N) replied while looking at her book attentively.

"I know you know. I thought I told you I don't need your money," Jaehyun repeated with annoyance.

"I still don't know what you're talking about," the girl stopped seeing her book and changed her gaze to the boy.

"Don't play with me," the boy exclaimed exasperatedly. "Why did I went to the center today and they told me Winwin's treatment has been paid for the next six months?"

The girl shrugged. "It could have been your boss."

"My boss doesn't give a shit about Winwin!" Exclaimed the boy. "I told you I didn't need your money, I was clear, I don't want to owe anything to anyone from Kwangya."

"You don't need to pay me back," the girl assured, standing up in front of Jaehyun. "With the money you'll save from that, you'll be able to sell less."

"It seems you don't understand a fucking thing!" Jaehyun raised your arms with annoyance. "Paying or not paying for Sicheng's treatment, it doesn't change the fact that I sell drugs!" The boy explained regardless of where they were; they were lucky the library wasn't being occupied by other people.

"Everyone starts somewhere!" the girl attacked. "I just wanted to take a weight off your shoulders."

Jaehyun scoffed and looked at her with a sarcastic smile.

"Why? I don't need your pity! If you hadn't accompanied me yesterday, you'd still be thinking Winwin had moved to China! You didn't give a fucking damn even when he was your classmate!"

(Y/N) started gathering her things and putting them in her backpack.

"Saying thank you would have been enough, Jaehyun!" the girl remarked. "I know you can do better with your life," she murmured as she turned to look at him.

Jaehyun's blood was boiling; he hated when people interfered in his life, as if he didn't already have enough to deal with.

"You don't know anything about me! You said it yourself; we're not even friends," he retorted.

"And what if I want to get to know you better?" the girl exclaimed without thinking. They both fell silent, staring into each other's eyes. (Y/N) didn't even want to say those words, but she did.

She couldn't deny that Jung Jaehyun was intriguing. She didn't know why. She didn't know why she had been avoiding him for weeks, but since that night at Neo Zone, when they had talked about the deal, she knew it would be difficult to shake him off, and when she had... something inside her wanted them to meet again. Why are things so difficult? They are two different people from different backgrounds; why would she suddenly be interested in him? Was it because she saw him vulnerable the day before? Or was it because she believed there was something good in him, just like the nurse had said?

She must be crazy to think like that.

"You really don't want to do it," Jaehyun said with a bit more calmness.

"I know you can get out out of that hole, Jaehyun."

"Winwin's parents tried, and look how that ended up!" he exclaimed. "There's no way out in Neo Zone, get that through your head," he explained. "There's nothing good about me. I don't even know why you think so, just because yesterday you saw something different or because I drove you home a couple of times, doesn't mean you know everything about me!"

"Stop acting like a fucking jerk."

"Like a jerk? This is reality! Your act of charity isn't going to change my life. I was born a dealer, and that's how my life will end!"

"I really believe there's something good in you."

"Well, keep believing it."

"If you ever feel grateful, you know where to find me," the girl said, gathering her things and walking out of the library.

Jaehyun cursed under his breath and shook his hands in frustration. In just a few days, the girl had managed to push his buttons faster than anyone else from Neo Zone.

But when he saw her walk out the door, why did he feel regret for lashing out at her?

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The week had been slow this time. (Y/N) and Jaehyun had been avoiding each other like the plague, not even looking at each other when they crossed paths in the hallway. For the girl, it seemed like childish behavior, especially coming from Jaehyun and his usual façade; now he seemed nothing more than someone throwing a tantrum after she only wanted to help him.

But she still thought she really wanted to get to know him better.

What was behind his façade? What was it that made him who he was? Not the boy from Neo Zone, not the dealer everyone knew... who was Jeong Jaehyun really?

That question had been on her mind for weeks, and it disappointed her a bit to know that she might never know the answers to those doubts she had about the boy.

Today was warm compared to the weather last week. The sun was shining brightly, and luckily for (Y/N), her mother had decided to return her car. So her day had started off on the right foot, and hoping for a good day, she took the opportunity to stop by her favorite coffee shop in Kwangya. Ordering her usual vanilla latte and just before it was time to pay, a thought invaded her mind, and after debating it internally, she decided to follow her thoughts.

An hour and a half later, when she was the last one to leave her physics class, someone blocked her path at the classroom door. Holding her book to her chest, after the unexpected startle, she looked ahead to find no one but Jaehyun. Who stood silently in front of her, with the same leather jacket he used to wear, the same combination of marijuana and vanilla scent, and with the same enchanting eyes, that she had just noticed.

She was in dangerous territory.

And she knew it.

"I need to go to my next class, Jaehyun," the girl said shortly.

For a few seconds, the boy in front of her didn't say anything, he just watched her, until he sighed and slowly said, "Thank you."

Short and to the point, he didn't say anything else, and that was enough to make (Y/N)'s heart flutter in a thousand ways.

"For the coffee," the boy finished. "And for the notes."

"I did my part, I told you I would help you," said (Y/N) as she fiddled with her fingers.

"I thought you wouldn't after the last time we met," Jaehyun confessed.

"I'm sticking to that."

A small silence ensued. Two people face to face. With thousands of doubts between them and things to resolve. What had drawn them together? How was it that the universe managed to put two completely different people in the same place?

"Did you mean it?" Jaehyun asked, and when he noticed that (Y/N) didn't understand what he meant, he continued. "About wanting to get to know me more."

(Y/N) swallowed hard and looking him in the eyes, nodded.

"I still believe there's something good in you."

"Why?"

"I don't know yet," she replied honestly. "And it's killing me. A while ago, I wouldn't have wanted anything to do with you, not even to cross paths, but now, I don't know what's changed, but every time I try to stay away, it's like something brings me back here," she confessed, leaving Jaehyun speechless, who just watched her, trying to decipher everything she was saying.

It was killing him too.

"Let's go to my car," he said.

"Huh?" she asked, confused.

"You want to know more about me, then get in my car," he said again, this time making his way to the parking lot, with (Y/N) behind him, who didn't say a single word, just followed his lead.

What was he doing?

When they reached the car, Jaehyun opened the passenger door, causing (Y/N) to get in without protesting. Then Jaehyun got into the driver's seat and without further ado, started the engine. She didn't know what was happening or what would happen next, but right now she could only trust Jaehyun.

Even though she didn't know how bad an idea that might be.

A few minutes later, as they had traveled a long distance, (Y/N) noticed they were approaching Neo Zone, and with her eyes wide open, she panicked.

"This is me," Jaehyun said out of nowhere, catching the girl's attention. "See all these streets? This is where I belong. This is what I am," he explained carefully.

(Y/N) looked out the window, a couple of people smoking on the sidewalk, others passing joints, and other silent streets. The houses weren't that big... rather, they looked cramped. Unlike what she was used to, to her lifestyle, this didn't seem like it would be enough for a family.

But what did she know with the privilege she had?

"I grew up here, this is what I know," he commented. "Most people are born and die here, it's something that seems to be already written," he continued as his car slowed down. "Those of us from here have a different perspective on life... people from Kwangya lives for the money... we live to survive, and although it's getting harder and harder, we manage to do it," the car finally stopped, and still looking out the window, (Y/N) saw a small house in front of them. One story, not much to describe or point out, it was small but for some reason, it looked cozy.

(Y/N) changed her gaze to Jaehyun, who was still looking ahead and spoke.

"Is this your house?"

Jaehyun nodded.

(Y/N) smiled softly.

"Would you invite me in?"

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He doesn't know how (Y/N) managed to have an effect on him, but now they were there, inside his little house, (Y/N) carefully examining the walls around them and analyzing every aspect of the small space.

He was grateful there were no one at home.

"It looks cozy," (Y/N) said as she looked at one of the frames hanging on the wall.

"I guess it's not even a third of your house," Jaehyun assured to (Y/N).

“And no matter how many people are there, it always feels lonely," she confessed. "It's like no one leaves anything there, like it's something unimportant. As if it's not a home," she finished.

Jaehyun looked at her gently, and as she looked around, thousands of things went through his mind.

"To be honest with you," the girl spoke. "I see more vibes from Jeno in this house than yours," she said. "Many things here seem related to Jeno... but I don't see many things related to you..." she continued. "It's like you don't even think about staying here for long."

"I don't plan on leaving Neo Zone," Jaehyun asserted, crossing his arms.

"Don't you want a different future?"

"There's no future for me," Jaehyun pointed out. "And if there were, I'd prefer to give it to Jeno. He has much more to live for than I do."

"You also have a life to live. A future to write, you can change what is today, for something better," (Y/N) turned around to face the boy.

"I have no way out," the boy replied. "Do you think this is easy? After seeing my dad die and doing everything my bosses ask me to do no matter what. Taking care of my mom, Jeno, and now Winwin? Huh? Making sure Winwin becomes who he was again and that my brother doesn't end up being a fucking addict are enough reasons for me not to leave here," Jaehyun concluded, getting dangerously close to her, with a few centimeters separating them.

The words echoed in her head strongly.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Don't pity me," Jaehyun said under his breath.

"It's not that. It's just that every time I think about all this and now that I see your place and I don't see anything that seems to belong to you, it makes me think that's what you're looking for, to belong to something and leave here as soon as there's an opportunity,"

Jaehyun looked directly at her, not knowing what to say. And afraid to think that maybe she was right.

Because yes, maybe he wanted to get out of there, along with his mom, Jeno, and Winwin; maybe he wanted to do something with his life that wasn't illegal, but what was the point of thinking about it when he knew he wouldn't make it? He was afraid to admit that he wanted to be able to change things, to be able to make his family okay, that no shadow from the past would follow them, that they would have a place where they could forge a clean and safe future.

"This has never been about what I want," Jaehyun commented with a future. "Since I was born, everything around me was the gang. After my father's death, I knew what was coming, and I knew I would never be able to get out of it. It doesn’t matter what I want. It matter what my boss wants, he has that kind of power, no one below him has their own decision. The whole life of Neo Zone is ruled by him," he concluded, even closer to her.

(Y/N) looked him in the eyes, her breath uncontrolled. Her chest heaved, and her hands were sweating.

"What do you want, Jaehyun?" she whispered.

The boy paused for a moment and looked at her lips.

"Now?" he asked, and she nodded. "Would it be unrealistic to say that I want to kiss you?"

"How realistic would it be to say that I want you to do it?

She didn't even finish the question because Jaehyun's lips collided firmly with hers. The boy's long hands slid through (Y/N)'s soft hair, her hair smelling of lavender shampoo. He gently covered her cheek with one of his rough hands, and she melted into the touch.

It wasn't a hurried kiss, as (Y/N) thought it would be; actually, Jaehyun was taking the time to savor every passing second. As if this moment would disappear at any minute and he wanted to hold onto it.

Was he looking for something to belong to?

His hand moved from her cheek to her waist, and she took the opportunity to press her body against his and release a moan of pleasure. As if she felt complete leaning against Jaehyun's warmth.

As if it was something they both longed for for a long time.

And even though she wanted to continue with the act, they were severely interrupted when a car horn sounded incessantly outside the house, causing them to separate with tremendous confusion. (Y/N)'s red cheeks were enough to make Jaehyun's heart race, but when he heard another horn, he took her hand and they walked outside in hurry.

And then, there was Jeno, being thrown out of the back of a car, blood streaming from a cut on his eyebrow, bruises scattered all over his body, and falling firmly to the ground after being thrown.

"I want this to be the last time your brother sets foot in our zone. Next time it won't be him we throw," the familiar voice of a boy from the opposing gang spoke up. Chris. Who was with the window down and smiling maliciously. "Neither will it be you, Jung. It will be the girl who will end up like this,"

Jaehyun moved abruptly from his place to try to reach the car, but it left as fast as it could, (Y/N) shocked to hear those words, didn't do anything more than approach Jeno to help him up. Then Jaehyun cursed under his breath and looked into the distance at the girl and her brother together.

And his chest tightened as he realized that now, she too had been involved.

And he believed there was no turning back, because she was right... Jaehyun wanted to belong to something.

But how selfish would it be to belong to (Y/N)?

a/n: well now you know what happened to Winwin TT. Once again I’m sorry if this took too long I promise I’ll try to update sooner this time!

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Hi! Are you still taking ianthony prompts? I've had this stuck in my head the time Ian's car broke down and Anthony said he begged Ian 6 times to come pick him up and I just imagine Damsel in Distress Ian who's also stubborn and a bit oblivious to a worried and protective Anthony who's always there for him in different situations.

Thank you sooo much for the prompt!!

This is definitely one of my favorite little details that they've dropped about themselves haha!! I can't believe Anthony had to ask Ian SIX whole times just to come get him 😂 Ian truly must never ask for help! Okay, I'm a little rusty in my writing but I'm excited so let's see how this goes! Let me know what you think! ^_^

(mid writing notes: writing this really made me realize just how many times SIX whole times of asking your friend to let you give them a ride is. SIX TIMES)

Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56102110

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Leave it to Ian to get stranded in the only 'middle-of-nowhere' spot in LA. Anthony was wearing tracks into his living room carpet, caught up in rereading the messages Ian had sent.

"Car broke 😢" was the first sign of trouble, accompanied by the sad photo of Ian's car half-pulled off of the asphalt into grass.

"Where are you?" Anthony had shot back, confused by the seemingly rural background of the photo. "Got AAA coming to help?"

"In the most barren part of the whole city." Ian replied after a couple of minutes. "I'm taking a look at at it now but yeah I'm probably going to call them. Car sounds fucked."

"Shit, man. Lemme know if you need a ride" Anthony offered. It only took a second for the reply.

"No worries, I'll be good."

There had been radio silence for a while then. Anthony hadn't been too stressed. He figured Ian already had a different person lined up to get him if his car didn't start back up. Still, he kept glancing at his phone for updates that didn't come.

After about forty minutes, and a quick glance at the clock that told him it'd be getting dark soon, Anthony texted Ian again.

"Triple A fix your car?"

The response was prompt. "Nope"

Anthony stared at the message, knowing this man did not just send him only the word 'nope.' It took a minute but more followed.

"The AAA guy's still looking at it but from what I can tell it's beyond his scope. He mentioned I should probably call a tow truck so I've been looking at reviews."

Anthony glanced outside his window, frowning at the rapidly darkening sky. "That sounds like a good idea. after you call whoever, I can drive over so you have a ride once they've towed yours"

Ian responded quickly, "No don't worry I'm all good."

Definitely must have a ride then, Anthony thought. Still, he had to make sure. "Oh good, you've got a ride then?"

There was a long pause, so Anthony set his phone down, glancing at the setting sun again and went to get some water from the kitchen.

Coming back in to his phone, he checked his messages, and-

"No, I'll probably just Uber."

Anthony was flabbergasted. "Why?? Don't worry man it's no problem for me to pick you up. Let me know where you're at." It was actually just straight up dark outside at this point. "Is the AAA guy still there??"

"Nah he's gone. Waiting on the tow truck."

Alone in the middle-of-nowhere Los Angeles? Anthony thought, In the dark? Worry flared up in his chest and the pacing began.

"Ian, just drop me your map pin and I'll head over."

"It's chill, I'm not in a rush to get home." Ian replied, not a care in the world.

Anthony resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands. "that's not really the point??"

Suddenly a picture was loading in on the messages.

Anthony braced himself for a lackadaisical gif (and yes, he pronounced it jif like god and the creator intended) but was greeted instead with a horrendous selfie of Ian holding the phone at an angle an inch from his chin, smiling at him. The artificial light from his phone lit up the interior of his car behind him. Anthony couldn't help but laugh, even as the worry churned in his stomach. Another message followed.

"Don't worry. I'm a big boy now, all grown up and everything."

Anthony considered wracking his brains for a daddy joke, but decided Ian didn't deserve it right now. He grabbed his keys and wallet, flicked off the living room light, and left, locking his door behind him. As he walked toward his car, he jabbed the call button.

It rang only twice before Ian picked up. Anthony heard him take a breath to speak and didn't give him a chance. "Ian, just tell me where you're at, I'm heading to my car now."

"I-" Ian sounded surprised. There was a moment of rustling on the other end, then Anthony was clearly put on speaker as Ian's voice echoed slightly through the call. "Anthony, really, it's fine. The tow truck people have an ETA of like 15 minutes and then I'll call the Uber while they're hooking the car up."

Anthony, now at his car, pressed his eyes closed for a second in annoyance as he clicked his key. He hoped Ian could hear the pointed little beep-beep of his car unlocking in response.

"You really don't have to go out of your way to come get me," Ian continued, undeterred. "I didn't mean to derail your whole night with this," He laughed.

Anthony got in the car and leaned his head on his steering wheel in despair. "Ian."

"What?" Ian asked.

Anthony began to laugh despite himself, "I don't understand," He laughed harder, pushing the words out. "Why won't you just let me pick you up? I've asked you like five times!"

There was a moment of silence from Ian's end, and Anthony knew Ian was processing just how ridiculous this had become. Ian started snickering. Then they were both just laughing, Anthony holding the phone tight to his ear as Ian's laughter poured from it, his other hand ready to turn the car on.

"So," Anthony caught his breath, "So can you -please- drop me a map pin so I can come get you?"

"Alright, alright." Ian said.

Ian's voice was soft and breathless from his laughter. Anthony had spent a long time learning how to properly relish the beautiful moments in his life. The sound of Ian's voice right now, echoing slightly through the phone? That was one of those moments.

Anthony's phone pinged. "There. You happy?"

"Finally, my god." Anthony pulled the phone away to check. "Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Great," Ian said. "I think the tow truck gets here right about then." Anthony could still hear the smile in his voice. "I'll be here, waiting for you to rescue me."

#ianthony #asks #my fanfic #i have to emphasize that i pronounce gif like a regular person despite what god and the creator intended #but anthony has that hill he's decided to die on so i will incorporate it at any possible relevant moment because its hilarious #thank you AGAIN for this prompt it was so great to write!! #ill be answering each prompt i get in the order i receive them! #ive got two more in the pipeline right now! thank yall for sending!

[plaindangan]

Chihiro getting tripled team by Junko, Miu, and Celeste.

Forcing the poor boy to pump cum whilst they berate him as a pervert.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

It had been a busy week for Chihiro as all three ladies had came up to his dorm to ask him for separate requests. With Miu, he had to make a new software to go with the new nanny bot she made for herself (and keeping silent when he saw just how busty and curvy it was...and why'd it look so much like Kirumi?). For Junko, she had begged him to teach her how to hack and he ended up giving her some lessons (and praying that whatever system she wrecked wasn't anything too important). Lasty, with Celeste, it was less she needed coding help, and moreso, she requested he pose as a 'vampire maid' for the day since her usual was out (why did she have a dress that was his size...and so short too!!)

It was exhausting, and night came about at the end of it all, he just wanted to lay back and get some rest. But, that trio had other plans as he ended up answering a fervent knock at his door to see said beauties looking deviously at him. In seconds, they'd be blocking his door, locking him in.

"What's this about?" he asked cautiously, a bit afraid of getting who knows what done to him by these three. A fear that was assuaged by Junko coming right up to him and wrapping an arm over his shoulder (which had the effect of pressing the guy's head right next to her chest~)

"Relaaaax, Chihiro~ We're just here to help pay you back for all the help you've given us!!" Nodding along, Miu took Chihiro from Junko and quite blatantly shoved his face between her rack.

"What that skank said!! You should be thankful for getting such a privilege!" As for Celes, she walked up to Chihiro and stroked his chin.

"Yes, it's a just a little 'thank you' gift from us. No need to be alarmed. I assure you, that you will love what we have in store!"

...Really? Slowly, Chihiro began to relax and even smile a bit. "O-okay...so what's the gift like?

"All will be revealed soon...but first: strip~"

...Huh?

-

"God, look how thick and twitchy that rod is!! Who knew our little Chihiro is such a peeeervv!!" Junko gushed, one of her fingers going to poke, and prod at Chihiro's sensitive mushroom. Cackling at the femboy's equally sensitive moans. "Hah! He's really getting his rocks off now~ Betcha wish I would just...." leaning in closer to his member, Junko blows on it gently, "Give it a good licking, right?~" In response, the agonized Chihiro's dick twitched and was pumping out more of that slickness that had Junko erupt into even more laughter. She was currently wearing nothing but her lacey black bra and panties, relishing in Chihiro's torment.

"C'mon, lemme switch with ya Junko!! I'm telling ya a bit more time with this puppies and everything from those balls of his'll be on my chest!!! Guarantee!!" Miu begged, given her current standing. She was laying back on the bed, shirt and bra off to allow Chihiro to rest his head between those soft, sweaty, milkers Miu was proud of.

"Please, both of you lot had your turn. Besides--" Raising her hand, Celeste slapped her own ass. Her, pale, doughy, dollar sign tattooed, 'moneymakers' - an ass that was in a blood red thong and began to clap dangerously close to Chihiro's dick. "Everyone knows that our little deviant here loves a woman with some 'meat' on her behind, no? If there's anywhere he'll be dumping its on me!"

"Psssh, please, give me one minute more and I'll get him to change his tune~ Hey, Chihiro, check these tits out!"

"I already told you, your time is up!! Chihiro, sweetie, just keep looking at my 'moneybringers'~"

"S-s-so...thick~ Just let Mama Miu take away that nasty stress, Chihiro, darling~"

As for Chihiro himself? Between a gloved inventor's globes starting to jerk him off, to getting in-between a fierce match between Junko's supermodel chest and Celeste's big buns smothering said cock - his mind had long since gotten fuzzy from his reward. The only thing on his mind was cumming. Coating their boobs, their asses, their hands - and eventually their faces as he only lived in the moment to get every last bit of spunk out of his system.

A new addiction that had all four repeat this week after week.

#DRfujisaki-R18 #DRiruma-R18 #DRenoshima-R18 #DRludenberg-R18

[hypergamiss]

Hello 👋

How are you? I had a really bad ex where he cheated on me with basically everyone (my cousin, ex gf/bestie, someone from law class, and several other randoms). He cheated on me and ended up with his bestie that's also his ex gf even though he said there wasn't anything to worry about, in fact he didn't even break up with me 🙈 he went on holiday with her for his birthday and put up romantic pics. His bestie/ex gf even tagged me in their relationship announcement. I found out that they got married because his now wife came to the law firm that I'm serving articles with to shout out at me to 'Stay away from her husband ' 😂 I don't need to tell you that I got fired because of this 😭. I feel like with the amount of cheating, gaslighting and my ass getting fired, I just feel emotionally exhausted and I don't where to go from here... I feel like I lost my confidence. Sorry for the rant and I would love some advice ❤️

Girl. First of all, lemme give you a virtual hug, a stiff drink, and a standing ovation for surviving that dumpster fire of a relationship. Your ex sounds like a walking, talking red flag convention. Cheating with everyone except the mailman? Gaslighting you with the subtlety of a neon sign? And getting his new squeeze to ambush you at work? Honey, that's not just toxic, it's a biohazard.

It's totally normal to feel emotionally wrecked after going through something like that. Betrayal, public humiliation, AND losing your job? That's a triple whammy of suckiness. No wonder your confidence took a hit.

But here's the thing: you are NOT defined by that trashbag of an ex or his drama-queen wife. Here's how to start picking up the pieces:

Ditch the guilt trip: You did NOTHING to deserve this mess. His cheating, their craziness – that's on them. Don't let anyone, including your own brain, blame you for their terrible behavior.

Give yourself time: Healing takes time. Be patient, and allow yourself to feel the feelings – anger, sadness, even a touch of pity for those two idiots.

Build your support squad: Lean on good friends, family, and maybe even a therapist. They'll remind you of your worth and cheer you on.

Rediscover your awesome: What lights you up? What were you passionate about before this mess? Dive back in, even if it's small steps at first. Passion fuels confidence.

Embrace the "glow up": Not about revenge, but about YOU feeling your best. New haircut? Hitting the gym? Rocking those power outfits? Do it. Outer confidence helps rebuild the inner kind.

Red Flag Radar Upgrade: This whole ordeal might feel like a sucker punch, but it can be a powerful learning experience. Here's the thing: there probably WERE red flags in your relationship, little warning signs you might have ignored. Next time around, become a red-flag detector! Here are some things to watch out for:

Excessive jealousy or possessiveness. A healthy partner respects your independence.

Gaslighting and manipulation. Don't let someone twist reality to make you question yourself.

Disrespectful behavior. A partner who puts you down or doesn't value your opinions isn't a keeper.

Broken promises and inconsistency. Actions speak louder than words. Pay attention to how someone treats you.

Bonus Tip: Trust your gut! If something feels off, it probably is. Don't ignore that inner voice that's trying to protect you.

And as for your job situation? File for unemployment, then dust yourself off and start hunting. This setback is temporary. You're obviously driven to be in the legal field. Don't let their bad behavior derail your dreams.

Remember, you survived the worst they threw at you. Now, you get to rebuild your life on your own terms, surrounded by people who actually deserve you. And trust me, someday you'll look back at this and think, "Damn, I'm a total badass for getting through THAT."

[brightgnosis]

I took a break from cleaning and we braved WalMart* together for a moment.

Lemme tell ya, the WS' double and triple takes have been coming out of the woodwork since Thanksgiving. Hooooo boy; going out with my head wrapped is becoming a chore this last month, and I am SO THANKFUL I have a husband who constantly gets mistaken for an ex-con / ex-spec ops / ex-biker / general "fuck around and find out, I dare you, because I WILL put you 12 feet under for fucking with my Wife" kind of mf. Ooph)

We got a new trash can since my dumb butt managed to break our other one a month or so ago (I literally have no idea how). But I also bought the ingredients for Choucroute Garnie- which is apparently a traditional Alsatian (slash potentially Pennsylvanian Dutch? The article's a tad confusing) Pork and Sauerkraut New Years meal. So that's mark 2 for a new Ancestral food region- and it was damned good, actually.

I bought some of that really thick backstrap Bacon for it, and some Cajun style Rice and Pork Sausages. Instead of White Wine, though, I used some of the leftover Hard Cider I still had from one of the Porter's events because it's what I had and I didn't want to open a bottle of white wine just for this (plus, we drink sweet and it called for dry White 🤮); just enough to kind of re-wet the Beer Sauerkraut I bought, after I'd strained it ... And all the spices tossed in (Juniper Berry, Mixed Peppercorn Blend, Bay Leaf, and Clove) really just ... Makes it, honestly.

I served it with some Red Potatoes and Onions, nice and crispy fried up in all the grease that was leftover from frying the bacon, with a dash of Garlic and Thyme 🤤 So damned good.

My stomach seems to be handling it great, too, which is always a huge bonus right now given everything- unlike last night's Chicken Soup, sadly; the soup did go down eventually, but my stomach had one hell of a hard time with it and I still got nauseous.

Going to take another break, then try and finish as much of the cleaning as I can finally- then get the Smoke Cleansing done and the Ancestor offerings laid out; I bought some Lemon Muffins for them, and I'm going to make some Ivan-Chai with Linden Honey ... Maybe I can bribe them into giving me a better year next year 🤣

Would be great (and sure would make it easier) if my Neuropathy wasn't acting back up again, though.

#Personal #Life of a Disabled Homemaker #Food Is The Ultimate Love Language #Calendar Nonsense #Religion and Magic #Ancestral Connections #2022 #NonTrad Housewife #My Experiments In Food #NonTrad Homemaker #Pagan Homemaker #Pagan Housewife #Homemaker #Homemaking #Housewife #NonTrad Homemaking #Pagan Homemaking #Hearthkeeper #Vintage Recipes

[dudemanauthor]

A Very Bloated Schnee (Part 8)

Author's Note: This one's more of a plot chapter rather than a horny chapter. But hey, a little plot with your smut doesn't hurt, right?

This sparring match was not looking good for Weiss. Ruby was literally running circles around her and getting far more hits in than Weiss was, even if Ruby’s hits were barely chipping at the aura that Weiss had been training and improving of the last little while. Weiss was sure that Ruby was just toying with her, but it was still too much for Weiss to combat like this. It was time for Weiss to try something new, or at least it was better to try it out now than while she was out dealing with Grimm or in a less friendly fight with another person. Weiss used a glyph to push Ruby away, sending Ruby skidding backwards a few meters and giving Weiss some breathing room. She then focused her aura within her, letting it fill her body. As she did, her body began to rapidly expand, filling out all over, her chest, her belly, her rear, she even grew a few inches. All the while she silently thanked herself for investing in stretchier outfits, as she quickly filled this one out within a few second, ending up very portly. This was just in time for Ruby to recover from being pushed back. Ruby took a breath and focused her aura, but instead of growing, rose petals began to appear, gently falling from Ruby’s body as she prepared to use her semblance. In an instant, Ruby became a red blur as she shot between Weiss’ legs, sliding across the ground before hopping up behind Weiss. Weiss tried to turn and face Ruby, but her extra heft slowed her and reduced her agility, something Ruby was taking full advantage of. Ruby swung Crescent Rose, hitting Weiss with the tang of her scythe, spinning Weiss around to face Ruby and disorienting her. In a blindingly quick triple pirouette, Ruby smacked Weiss in the face with that part of the scythe, taking chunks out of Weiss’ aura before taking a mighty swing back, stunning Weiss. Ruby then dashed at Weiss, jumping at her and kicking off of her round belly into a backflip. As she hung in the air, Ruby quickly changed Crescent Rose into its rifle form, her semblance making everything so slow that Ruby could see the individual parts of her weapon shift to allow it to change forms. The moment it was fully in its rifle form, Ruby pulled the trigger, landing a big hit to Weiss’ aura shield right in the middle of Weiss’ forehead. Ruby’s shot hit with such force that Weiss’ body hit the ground with a loud thud and bounced up into the air, up to twice her own height. Ruby then used her semblance to dash under the airborne Weiss, shifting Crescent Rose back into its scythe form. Timing it just right, Ruby swung in a big crescent slash, connecting with Weiss and sending her flying. As Weiss hit the floor and rolled head over heels, a loud buzzer rang out, signifying that Weiss had hit the red zone for her aura, meaning that only about 15% of it was left. Ruby quickly went over to Weiss as Weiss slowly and unsteadily got up.

“That… didn’t go according to plan,” Weiss admitted, her voice slow as she was still dazed from the combo that Ruby just hit her with.

“Lemme guess, your plan was to get big and overpower me. Am I right?” Ruby asked as she put her scythe into its inactive form and put it on her back. Weiss nodded as she sheathed her rapier, Myrtenaster. “That’ll work against some people, but speedsters like me or people who know what you’re doing, also like me, will just take advantage of it. You lose some agility with that extra size, and that’s just another weakness to exploit. What you should try instead is just funnelling the aura into supercharging your abilities, both your physical abilities and your semblance. As far as your opponent knows, you just got a little bit more badass al of a sudden instead of getting really big and basically telling them that something crazy’s going on,” Ruby explained as Weiss listened intently, taking in everything. “Now, I can explain more if you want while we get some water, but you might wanna get back to your normal shape before someone sees you. Then they’ll be all ‘What the hell happened to Weiss?’ and that’ll be a whole thing,” Ruby quickly added as Weiss looked down, blushing with embarrassment as she realised that she had forgotten all about her increased size.

“Right, of course,” Weiss agreed. She took a few slow, deep, steady breaths and her body shrunk down, going back to its normal, skinny shape and size. Little did the pair know, but there was someone seeing them. It was their Faunus teammate, Blake Belladonna, with her amber eyes wide with shock as she could barely process what she was seeing in front of her. It was literal shapeshifting, and it seemed impossible, however it worked, but she trusted her own two eyes and four ears. As far as she could tell from what she was overhearing, Ruby seemed to be the expert on this, but didn’t want anyone else to find out about it. As Blake ducked out of the training arena, she quickly thought about how she could get more information about this. She began making her way back to the team’s dorm room when an idea came into her head. Yang might know, Blake thought. After all, Yang was Ruby’s sister, and maybe Yang might even know how it works, not just what on Remnant was happening.

---

As Blake quickly entered her team’s dorm room, she found Yang relaxing on her top bunk, playing a game on her scroll.

“Yang, can we talk?” Blake said quickly. This immediately pulled Yang’s attention from her game as she closed her scroll and sat up, slouching slightly to make sure she didn’t bump her head on the roof again.

“Yeah, sure thing. What’s up?” Yang asked.

“Remember when we walked on Weiss and she was huge?”

“I’m actively trying not to, but yeah,” Yang said, grumbling slightly.

“Apparently, she can do it through shape shifting, or something like that, and it seems like Ruby taught her how to do it, or at least she knows more about it than Weiss does. Do you know what’s going on with them?” Blake questioned. Yang let out a long breath.

“Hoo boy, you’re direct, aren’t ya?” Yang said with a smirk. Blake’s face was stoic as she folded her arms over her chest. “Right, gotcha. Anyway, yeah, it’s a thing Ruby can do too. Heck, she’s been able to do it… hmm… almost as long as I can remember. I think Mom taught her how to do it, her mom, not mine. I, like, know the general idea behind it, but I’m no expert. You’d learn way more by asking Ruby,” Yang explained.

“Can you do it? Shape shift, I mean,” Blake asked bluntly.

“Ah. Should’ve expected that question. Unfortunately, I can’t. On the bright side, it means that this bod is all natural,” Yang bragged, gesturing to her whole body. Blake cracked a small smile for a moment, despite her best efforts.

“Well then, how does it work?” Blake continued.

“Like I said, I’m no expert on it. As far as I remember, it involves focusing your aura… somehow, and it feels like running a marathon if you haven’t practiced it. I don’t know if I’m doing it wrong, or if it’s just a thing I’m not able to do, but I’ve never managed to do it myself. Either way, it’s no biggie for me, I’m pretty happy with my body and I don’t really see a need to change it.” There was a short pause as Blake’s mind went back to the conversation she eavesdropped, seeing if there was anything else that needed answering.

“Ruby mentioned something about using that ability to ‘supercharge your abilities’, her words, not mine, and, apparently, it’s possible to do it without changing your body. Is that a thing?” Blake queried. Yang raised an eyebrow.

“Did she say that? Well now, I think I’ve got some questions of my own to ask her,” Yang responded. “I wouldn’t mind turning my super strength up a couple of notches. You wanna go find her and ask about it?” Blake pursed her lips in thought for a moment.

“I’ll think about it.”

---

Meanwhile, in an unassuming warehouse down by the Vale dockyards, Cinder Fall was looking over a large corkboard on information when Emerald squeezed in through the door, her plump rear squishing against the doorframe as she snuck in.

“Um, hello Cinder. Did you have a moment to talk?” Emerald asked quietly. There was a silent pause as Cinder slowly turned to face Emerald.

“I think I can spare a moment. Is there a problem?” Cinder asked with an eyebrow cocked slightly.

“Not exactly a problem,” Emerald replied, “closer to a question, or maybe a couple of questions.” Emerald took a seat at the table where Cinder was organising her notes, pictures and other miscellany that was destined for the cork board behind them. It was clear that this seat was not designed for someone as wide as Emerald, nor someone as bottom heavy as Emerald, as she felt her rear spilling over the sides of the seat and heard the seat creak with every slight movement that she made. “You told me to find more information about the students competing in the Vytal Festival, and that is what I have, but I think you know more about Ruby Rose than you’re letting on,” Emerald needled. Cinder’s face went from an impassive façade to a barely hidden scowl.

“She’s as unimportant as the rest of them,” Cinder in a cold tone. Emerald hesitated for a moment, not having gotten the response she expected.

“Well, it’s just… I have found out about Ruby and her… unique situation.” With that, Cinder’s eyes focused on Emerald, a razor-sharp focus that had Emerald a little uneasy.

“Oh? And what is it that you heard?” Cinder asked rhetorically. Cinder was fairly certain that she knew what was about to come out of Emerald’s mouth, but she wanted to hear Emerald say it.

“Well, to start with, she’s older than the other students, by a lot. And this is her second time going through Beacon, for whatever reason, since it looks like she’s already a trained and qualified huntsman. Also, she is working with Ozpin, but I’m not sure what she does for him and his people. And, finally, it looks like she was the one that taught Weiss Schnee and her partner… girlfriend… whatever they are, she taught them how to change their bodies, and it seems like she can do it herself through some sort of aura manipulation,” Emerald informed Cinder, her confidence growing as she realised how much intel she had on Ruby and how useful it could all be for Cinder’s operation. As Cinder silently appraised Emerald’s information, Emerald’s confidence deflated slightly, but it rose again as Cinder began to nod slightly.

“Intriguing,” Cinder said, mulling over the information that Emerald had given her. “Could I ask what your source for all of this information was?” Cinder interrogated. Emerald gulped with nervousness. She did not want to give up her source, Neo, but she also did not want to lie to her boss, Cinder. Emerald did not have much time to weigh up the two sides of this dilemma, and so she decided to go with her gut on this one.

“No one. I found it all out on my own,” Emerald said quickly, hoping that Cinder would believe what Emerald thought was a brazen and blatant lie. Cinder studied Emerald for a moment, while Emerald did her best to stay calm, even while the creaking chair was distracting her.

“Hmm, very well,” Cinder commented. “I don’t believe anything you actually said, however useful it may be, was actually a question. I certainly hope you still have a question worth answering,” she added.

“I… I wanted to know if there was anything that I was missing. You just seemed to know a lot about her, or at least you seem familiar with her, and I just wanted to make sure I’m not doing something that could mess with our plans. Basically, what did I miss?” Emerald asked. Cinder thought for a moment, figuring what to tell her and what not to tell, or even if anything was worth telling her, when her thoughts were interrupted by her scroll beeping out a quiet ring tone as it vibrated on the table.

“Let me take this,” Cinder stated, saying that it was happening, not asking for permission. Cinder looked at the screen and saw that it was Adam Taurus. Considering what she had told him last time, she figured that there were two ways this conversation would go. Either Adam would accuse her of lying, with something that could be interpreted as proof to someone that did not know better, or Adam was announcing that he had dealt with Weiss Schnee, either by taking her into his custody or killing her. Cinder figured that she would find out pretty quickly, so she answered it and awaited her answer as she greeted Adam.

“I hope you have good news for me, Taurus.” Adam silently bristled for a moment at the other end of the line.

“We verified your information, it looks like it was accurate,” Adam replied tersely.

“Of course it was accurate. I have very reliable sources,” Cinder responded, turning to face Emerald as she talked. Emerald’s heart raced from the excitement of being praised by Cinder, even if the praise was on the subtle side and even if she could not hear what Cinder was responding to.

“We found more information, and we have used that to locate and capture Schnee’s partner. We have… plans for the near future,” Adam informed Cinder, as if he were declaring it to be the most important fact in the world right now. Cinder raised an eyebrow, silently glad that this was a conversation over their scrolls and that he could not see her visible reaction.

“Very interesting.” Cinder paused for a moment, a moment that Emerald assumed to be a dramatic pause. “Just don’t get too hung up on your plans. After all, you and your underlings work for me, and I would prefer not to be forced to… remind you of that fact.” The line went silent for a moment.

“Understood,” Adam stated sternly. The line went dead as Adam hung up and Cinder put her scroll down.

“What was that?” Emerald immediately asked as Cinder began to slowly step towards the door.

“Progress,” Cinder simply said as she opened the door, letting the noise of the small army of White Fang goons into the office.

#belly!rwby #belly expansion #breast expansion #butt expansion

[byuntrash101]

Priceless

Pairing: HardDom!Baëkhyun x You; HardDom!Baekhyun x You

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, ØBSSĖSĪØN!AU, SuperPowers!AU, some angst, action, smuttttt 🖤

Tags: some plot (cause it's what makes it fun~), cuckolding, cheating, threesome, dirty talk, oral (m), huge thick cock, mind break (yessss), deepthroat, anal, double penetration, breath play, choking, hair pulling, degradation , orgasm denial, edging, tears, overstimulation, ahegao ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), cum play and more~

Raiting: +18 (pure f.i.l.t.h.🤪)

Word count: 9.3k

Summary: “I know your sense of honour forbids you to withdraw your parole. I know you will quietly sit in the corner and clench your fists while I fuck your girlfriend senseless.”

A/N: hiii babies 💖💖. Did you read the tags?? It's going to be a hell of a ride just lemme tell ya. Threesome with 2 Beakhyuns yes please 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🤪🤪. This one shot is Inspired by a triple threat which I recommend you read too. -Cat😽

Ps: please over look any mistake I literally woke at 5am just to read throught this and my dyslexic brain was not having it.

General masterlist

Gif credit @thirstyforbaek

PRICELESS

You fidget with the hem of your skirt as you walk to the secret rendezvous place. Baekhyun must have sensed your nervousness because he lightly squeezes your hand that lays in his. It pulls you from your deep thinking and you look up at him.

"Baby it's gonna be alright, ok?" he says reassuringly, smiling softly at you. You absentmindedly hum as a response and Baekhyun knows you're still anxious. He stops walking for a second and turns to cup your cheeks in his long slender fingers "Baby, don't worry too much ok. I know you're nervous but you have nothing to fear."

You bring your hands on top of his and nod, trying to smile convincingly this time. Baekhyun let's go of your face and walks ahead of you.

Even though the night is pitch black you have no trouble following him in the tangled up ivy and tree branches of the edge of the woods. The light halo he produces around him makes him easy to find and also gives a reassuring and comforting atmosphere to even the scariest nights. Nights like this one.

His fighting gear rattles up as you both squeeze through clogged up trees before finally reaching the forest glade. The perfect place for a duel.

It was summer but the warm air and the pleasant smell of the blooming flowers did nothing to calm down your nervous thumping heart.

Baekhyun looked around the space. The rays of the moon seeping through the branches bounced off his white hair and sharp features. If it wasn't for the stress swimming in the pit your guts you would actually appreciate this summer night alone in this secret hideout with your boyfriend.

"Where is he?" Baekhyun asked impatiently, tapping his black combat boots. "Maybe he chickened out..." He scoffed. "I mean it was a stupid idea to bring me here to challenge me to a duel. I'm a way better fighter than him with my katana" he ran his fingers on the handle of his weapon, a sly smirk pulling at his lips. "Plus demanding to not tell the rest of the EXO's... It must be because he's scared of losing. Man, how I would have loved to kick his ass in front of Suho and Chanyeol" he laughed out loud.

"Then why did he request me here if he's scared of losing?" you asked, pointing out the flaw in Baekhyun's reasoning. He shrugged.

"I don't know... maybe he has just a slight bit of hope he will win, making me look weak in front of my too-hot-for-him-girlfriend" he wiggled his eyebrow at you and you just rolled your eyes.

Baekhyun has always had the tendency of being just a little bit too cocky, just a little over confident sometimes. That was precisely what was making you nervous. You knew he was a righteous man. That was going to duel loyally. But you also knew he could let his guard down if he thought the fight was won and... the opponent was the farthest from righteousness. You only suspected him to take this secret duel as an excuse to ambush Baekhyun.

You bit your lips nervously as Baekhyun was bragging about his katana skills in the back. You weren't paying attention to him as you heard the sword fight stories a thousand times before but you definitely noticed when Baekhyun's light halo slightly flickered.

Baekhyun stopped his rambling and immediately took a firm stand on the ground. Ready to pull his katana if need be.

Suddenly the rays of the moons became dimmer. And you felt that for a split second that all the joy of the world had vanished, like you were sucked in a spiraling abyss of despair and loneliness.

There was no doubt about it... Baëkhyun was here.

From the same way you and your boyfriend came in, Baëkhyun squeezed himself through.

Both of you held your breaths as Baëkhyun brushed over his black leather blazer and pants. His saddard was attached by a simple rope to his back. He stretched out his legs and arms before turning his head to you. Without a word to your boyfriend he walked in your direction. He took your hand in his long slender fingers, his cold hand sent shivers down your spine. He held your hand to his lips laying a soft kiss on it. He then looked up to you and smiled, uncovering his pointy white teeth.

"Hi princess" he said nonchalantly looking down at you.

Your heart was beating against your ribs threatening to break free at any second. Everytime you looked at him you were reminded of how much he physically resembled Baekhyun but also of how far away from him he was.

He had another vibe to him, a very different one. He somehow felt more mature. Around him you felt threatened even though he never did anything directly against you. But you couldn't help it, Baëkhyun just felt dangerous. For the simple reason that he actually was.

The rays of the moons made the chain sitting on his face twinkle in the night. The feather hanging alongside his long slender neck lightly dances in the warm summer breeze. His half smirk doesn't miss to take your breath away as his ice blue eyes stare right through you.

You stay frozen solid, persuaded he could hear the distraught cries of help your heart was making. But Baekhyun quickly came to your rescue. He stood strong between you and the evil twin. He harshly pushed him on the chest making him step back.

"Back off Baëkhyun" your boyfriend sternly said, eyebrows deeply furrowed. You clutched your boyfriend's arm, shielding yourself from Baëkhyun's deadly gaze.

Baëkhyun chuckled coldly, his once flirty eyes clouding with hatred as they turned to his twin.

"Baekhyun..." he spits at him, vaguely nodding as a greeting gesture. Your boyfriend stays completely still, eyeing down his doppelganger.

"Let's get down to business before the EXO's realize y/n and I are gone" Baekhyun's fingers impatiently tap on the katana's scabbard attached to his belt. Baëkhyun shoved his hands in his pockets, unimpressed.

"Aren't you the impatient type?" he hissed, his voice inflated with detestation. He sighed before continuing. "Sure, let's fight but first don't you think we should make things more interesting?" Baekhyun scoffed.

"How?" he said, on his guard. Even if Baëkhyun was not directly facing you, you noticed how his cheek slightly lifted when your boyfriend asked. And that grin had bad news written all over it…

"Well I don't know..." he fainted to think harder "What about bets?" he asked, the smirk turned self-sufficient.

"No thanks! What could you possibly have that I would want?" Baekhyun said while he circled his arm around your waist, bringing you close to him. Baëkhyun's smirk immediately vanished, which made your boyfriend puff his chest in triumph.

"Aren't you curious to know?" Baëkhyun asked, defiantly lifting his chin up and stepping closer to you. Your boyfriend tensed up by your side. It piques his interest but he stays silent. Baëkhyun then pulls out a shiny red metal key. "You know what this is?" he asks, playing with the small key in between his fingers.

Baekhyun shakes his head.

"It's the key to the facility were all of us were created"

Tension suddenly clogs up the air, turning the warm summer night into hot humid heat.

When he says "us" you instantly understand it means him and the rest of the clones. Meaning that if Baekhyun wins the fight they will be able to finally understand the technology behind them and hopefully destroy them for good. Baëkhyun chuckled coldly, putting back the key in his pocket.

"Judging by the face you're making I get that you understand the implications." He paused to throw a defiant look at your boyfriend. "I'm putting my life on the line" he says, every trace of humour disappearing from his face.

"Okay then let's do this!" Baekhyun says, determined now that he knows this fight has the possible annihilation of the Red Force at stake. His hand firmly grips on his katana and you swiftly step back as you don't want to stand in the way of the sharp blade.

"Not so fast... What's in it for me?" Baëkhyun asks an evil glint dancing in his blue eyes. Baekhyun sighs, exasperated. "How about...The thing you cherish the most in this lowly world?" he says, pointy teeth glistening in the sparse light of the moon.

Your eyes immediately travel to Baekhyun's katana, where you notice his grip has tightened. This weapon was handed to him by Lay the night before they ambushed him along with Tao and Luhan, killing, no, slaughtering them with no mercy whatsoever. Baekhyun along with Sehun, the youngest, were the two most affected ones. But Baekhyun felt responsible somehow, deep down he was convinced that if Lay had his katana he would have survived and saved the other two. When in reality the attack was so cunning and brutal that no one would have been able to ripost... Not even a thousand of the sharpest blades could have helped them.

"Deal" Baekhyun whispered, eyes ignited by the inferno of vengeance, his clenched fist trembling on the handle, knuckles turned white. Baëkhyun on the other hand already felt victorious, his lips stretching in a snide smirk.

"Alright then" he chuckled under his breath.

In a swift and continuous movement Baëkhyun extended his arm out to his back he took out the katana producing the deafening sound of the sharp metal sliding across the saddard followed by the sound of the blade wiping through the air.

He took his combat stance. Feet apart, left foot forward and knees slightly bent. His right hand held the weapon above his head while his left one was pointed at his target: your beloved boyfriend.

"Please stand further behind. I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" Baekhyun said as he laid a quick peck on your lips, making his doppelganger scoff. You made sure to stand out of reach.

Baekhyun also drew his sword pulling at the handle on his belt. His pose was less theatrical but allowed him to block more easily. Both of his feet firmly planted in the ground while both of his hands are gripping tightly on the handle.

"So, no powers, right? Only blades?" Your boyfriend says, reminding Baëkhyun of the terms of the duel.

"Exactly! Only the blades"

You couldn't help but to sigh in relief. It's true that every evil clone copied their original's power. For instance, Chen and Chën could both wield lightning. But that wasn't the case with the two white-haired men.

Baekhyun's power is light. He can produce a light source even in the darkest of night. But more than that the true essence of his power is actually hope. Baekhyun's mere presence can lift up spirits, when he walks in the room, the atmosphere will turn warm. If you look deep in his brown orbs you will instantly be reminded of the most precious, sweetest memories you carry with you. With that his power feeds the others. Through his light, Chanyeol's fire burns hotter, DO can shake the earth to its core with a stomp and Chen can tear up the whole sky in a thousand lightning bolts.

But Baëkhyun... his power is darkness. If you stand near him you can almost swear you feel a cold shivering breeze creep up on your skin. If you get lost in his eyes you can feel the whole crushing weight of the world laying on your shoulders. He will bring out the worst out of anybody, even Baekhyun sometimes can't resist the deafening call of the clone's obscure side.

Both of them just eye each other, for a second neither of them even dare to breathe. But Baekhyun is the first one to strike. He charges his opponent letting out a battle cry. You can't help but to tightly hold onto your chest. Baekhyun's scream makes your guts slush around in anxiety. Silently, you make a prayer to the sacred Tree of Life to let your beloved boyfriend get out of this unharmed.

Baëkhyun easily blocks him and pushes him back, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Gotta have to do better than this Baekkie" he says teasingly. Baekhyun stays silent, keeping his focus on the fight.

Then Baëkhyun suddenly ducks, extending his right leg in a sweeping low kick to destabilize your boyfriend. For an instant he loses his balance on his support foot. He staggers and for a split second he is forced to let his guard down. The evil twin ceases the opportunity to attack, his right hand swinging the katana to Baekhyun's ribs, sending a strident whipping sound in the empty night. Baekhyun in a swift movement dodges the blow by bending his knee and ducking by falling backwards, his available hand catches him by falling flat on the ground, body staying still in stiff plank. He then quickly flips himself back on his feet with his single hand.

You gasp loudly, scared but you sigh in relief at Baekhyun's wonderful recovery. After all, he was one of the most skilled swordsmen of the group, no, of the land. And for a second almost all your worries vanish as you convince yourself that there's no way in hell Baekhyun can lose this fight.

"Slippery like an eel, aren't you?" Baëkhyun huffs, sweeping his white hair back, sweat dripping on his neck alongside the white feathers. Stroking your boyfriend's ego, he smiles.

"You know if y-" He doesn't have time to reply that, already, Baëkhyun attacks again, probably not wanting to hear Baekhyun's lecture.

He brings up his foot and violently kicks your boyfriend in the chest, making him step back before he repeatedly strikes the katana at him. Thankfully Baekhyun thinks quickly and he's able to dodge the first blow then block the three that succeed.

Panting, both of them back away from each other. Once again gauging each other, taking their original stance back, stepping around each other.

You are on edge, torn between the urge to look away and the need to witness the fight with your own eyes. You don't even notice how your own breath is hectic and irregular until you let out a shaky sigh.

Without warning Baekhyun kicks his evil clone in the chest, making him lose balance and backing up. He holds his chest as his breathing is stopped by the violent blow in the midriff. In a fraction of second you see the glint into your boyfriend's eyes. The very familiar grin pulls on his lips for a brief instant and you instantly relax. You know him so well. You know he has won.

With incredible agility he slides on the dusty ground right behind Baëkhyun and kicks him in the back of the knee. Automatically the clone bends down and has no choice but to throw his katana to the side to be able to absorb the fall and find himself on his knees. Baekhyun then brings his blade to the enemy's nape.

It's done.

Baëkhyun has lost. He looks at the ground, defeated. The sharp blade resting dangerously on the thin skin of his neck, reflecting the moonlight. Baekhyun on the other hand has puffed his chest, both feet firmly planted on the ground.

You are proud of course but most of all you are relieved. You feel the tension leaving your shoulders as you sigh, finally at ease.

"See... I told you you couldn't be victorious..." Baekhyun said, a coldness in the voice. "You are only a copy of me... nothing more" he spits. That voice, he never used on you or even the others. Actually if you weren't here to see with your own eyes that it was your boyfriend talking... you could have sworn it was Baëkhyun. And you knew it was his malovant doing, drawing the worst out of people, even people like Baekhyun were affected by his shadow.

But even if the clone's face was hidden in the shade you could still see the tiniest glint of his pointy tooth as he pulled his lips in a twisted smirk. Your heart jumped in your chest once you realized.

"Baekhyun watch out" you shouted but it was too late.

Baëkhyun pulled on your boyfriend's foot making him tip over. The back of his head violently slamming on the floor in a loud thud. Baëkhyun then flipped himself and placed his knee on your boyfriend's chest, maintaining him in place by pressing with his whole body weight right on the throat. Baekhyun couldn't breathe and he couldn't even make a noise when the evil twin slipped from underneath the black and yellow sleeve of his blazer, a small blade tapped to his wrist. He pressed the hidden blade to his cheek, so much that blood started to seep from the shallow wound.

There was no way you would let your boyfriend get hurt and you didn't care if it was Baëkhyun here or the whole fucking army of the Red Force. You started to run towards them but Baëkhyun turned around to look at you.

"Stay right there Princess" He lifted his palm up. You stopped dead in your tracks "If you go any further than this it will be a breach of the duel that we established and it will mean that you precious boyfriend would lose his title and the right to fight this war.”

You gasped, feeling adrenaline shoot through your veins and run in your entire body. You knew Baekhyun would rather be dead than to be pushed aside from the battlefield but you couldn’t possibly wait here while Baekhyun suffocates, eyes bloodshot, clawing at the ground in the hope to make the evil clone finally let go of him.

"DON'T HURT HIM!!!" you shouted, breaking your voice, making your throat sore, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. Baëkhyun grinned.

"Don’t worry princess" he softly whispered before turning his attention back on Baekhyun, still suffocating under the weight of his knee "I won't kill him if that's what's worrying you" he laughs out loud, the cold and humorless sound resounding in the dead of night.

You couldn't believe the expression that was plastered on his face. The handsome features that he shared with your boyfriend were contorted in a psychotic smirk, his ice blue eyes reflecting the true nature of his evil mind. Shivers ran down your spine as hot tears streamed on your cheeks.

"PLEASE HE CAN'T BREATH" you yelled again, pleading, voice cracking in a broken sob, unable to move.

Finally Baëkhyun's expression gradually returns to his cold unreadable eyes before he removes his knee.

You will never forget the sharp and scratchy sound Baekhyun made when he finally gasped for air as he was on the verge of losing consciousness. The oxygen burned his lungs and he started coughing uncontrollably. He sat up while Baëkhyun nonchalantly dusted off his leather pants and blazer.

You rushed to your boyfriend's side, scraping your knees on the dirty floor not even noticing the pain. You were so relieved, to hold him tight to you. You helped him up and Baëkhyun looked like he wasn't even seeing your boyfriend anymore. His deep blue eyes were locked into you. His gaze went up from your feet to the line of your legs, the curve of your hips, to the skin of your collarbone and finally to your eyes. Tilting his head as he raised a defiant eyebrow. You didn't know why but you were unable to look elsewhere. His gaze was hypnotizing. He licked his lips before pulling them into a sly smirk.

"Looks like I won after all"

"You cheated you honourless piece of shit" you hissed at the disloyal clone.

"I like the feisty ones like you" Baëkhyun responded without a single spurt of voice.

"No baby… as low as it was… it wasn't against the rules. He could use as many blades as he wanted as long as it was the ones he was caring" his voice was trembling and this unusual vulnerability in his tones takes you aback.

Still panting, Baekhyun grabbed the katana and threw it at Baëkhyun's feet. The deafening metallic sound startled you.

“Go ahead. Take it. Like you took his life to that day…” He spat at the clone, dark brown orbs burning red with profound contempt.

Baëkhyun relecluntly peeled his eyes off you to look with disdain at the weapon on the dusty ground. He crouched down to grab it by the handle and looked back at Baekhyun. For a second confusion crossed his face before he started to grin again, this time a lot more controlled, less maniacal. He chuckled.

“You really think I was after this puny little thing” He threw the katana nonchalantly on the ground, lip rolled up in disgust.

“How fucking dare you?” Baekhyun shouts from the top of his lungs. You’ve never seen him like this. Your heart sinks when you realize how much giving up Lay's katana has affected him.

Baëkhyun chuckles coldly, lips curled in a satisfied smile to have shaken Baekhyun to the core. The utter achievement of getting the embodiment of Light sucked in by the abysmal call of the dark.

“Don’t you think you have something much more valuable on hand?” his eyes shift to you while he takes slow steps in your direction. “Do I dare say… priceless?” he tilts his head looking down on you, eyeing you like the most delectable of treats, licking his lips with envy, lifting his delicate hands to brush on your cheek. Just when he’s about to touch your skin Baekhyun pushes him back.

“Don’t you fucking touch her you fucking piece of shit” he spits, anger laces his voice.

The evil clone looks surprised for a split second, letting his hand fall at his side. But the irritating attitude is quick to come back.

“Do you really wish to break your words? Do I have to remind you we agreed on an official match. Do you wish to breach the code of honor?”

You feel Baekhyun stiffen next to you. He holds his breath, his eyes mixed with hatred and stupor.

Baëkhyun laughs in victory. Stepping in closer, staring at your boyfriend.

“What does he mean Baekhyun?” you asked, your voice giving away your concern.

“It means... if I break my oath I will be exiled” Baekhyun's voice is somber.

As words sink in you your jaw drops in disbelief while Baeëkhyun laughs.

"I know your sense of honour forbids you to withdraw your parole. I know you will quietly sit in the corner and clench your fists while I…” His devil ice blue eyes shift to you “fuck your girlfriend senseless." His lips curl in the most seductive smirk.

Right there anger bursts in your boyfriend’s heart he grasps Baëkhyun’s collar and lifts his fist to punch him on the lip but you scream and hold on to him to try to stop him.

“Baekhyun!’” You cry out holding on to his arm. “Didn’t you hear him? The others need you! We can’t afford to lose you in this fight Baekhyun” the anger that was twisting his face melts away when his orbs are met with your watery eyes.

“But… y/n” he lets his arms drop to his sides.

“No Baekhyun… I’ll do it… I’ll endure this for you” you cup his cheeks, like he did with you moments ago before the fight. Now it’s your time to reassure him. Wearing the most convincing smile you can pull off while streams of tears run down your cheeks. Baekhyun too is broken as he places his hand on top of yours and kisses you passionately.

This kiss feels like no other before. It feels like an apology. For being overconfident, for neglecting to beware with the evil clone. But it also feels like a promise. The promise of undying and unconditional love. The promise that no matter what was going to happen you two would be all right.

“Very touching” Baëkhyun scoffs. “But can we get a move on?”

Without much conviction you both comply. Baëkhyun leads you in the woods into a portal that takes you directly to a room. That son of a bitch thought of everything. The room is furnished with a bed, two side tables at each side and a chair. The ceiling light shines right onto the bed and the single chair is turned to the bed.

“Am I not kind?” Baëkhyun said, turning his face to your boyfriend “I even prepared a nice comfortable seat for you to enjoy the show.” You see him clench his jaw from the corner of your eyes. “Please sit down” he gestures to the chair. When Baekhyun sits in it, his face is closed off. You know he’s trying his best to not let anger take over him again.

“Now Princess, you come with me” the clone grabs your hand. They are cold, yes. But they are surprisingly soft.

“Just so you know. I want this to be over quickly” you say in a firm tone, eyes unwavering. Baëkhyun chuckles again.

“Princess…” The evil twin wraps his hand around your waist and pulls you close to him, pressing his hips onto yours. Your heart jumps in your throat, taking your breath away as your eyes sink into Baëkhyun’s blue ones. “That would be too easy wouldn’t it?”

“Well! I-I won’t take any j-joy in it!” you say maybe a little louder than intended, trying to break the spell he’s casting on you. He brings his lips dangerously close to yours, you feel tension clogging the air, and gaining your back as you stiffen in Baëkhyun’s hold.

“Babydoll...” he whispers softly in the sultriest tone, inching closer to you, “you have no idea…” his hand that was nicely resting on your waist is shifting to the curve of your lower back, leaving goosebumps where his hand once was. “how I plan to…” the tip of his tongue grazes your bottom lip “break you”.

An imperceptible smirk pulls on his lips for a split second before he crashes his mouth onto yours. Your muffled protests only make the smirk wider, taking advantage of your little gasps to deepen the kiss. You fight the urge to close your eyes but your fighting back gets weaker as his hand swiftly slips under your hoodie, while his other hand maintains you secure in his arms. You gather your strength and harshly push him back.

You give a little knowing smile to your boyfriend seated nearby.

As much as you wanted to, it doesn’t wipe that smug look off Baëkhyun’s irritating face. Instead his attitude becomes worse.

He wipes off his lips, made swollen by the rough kiss with the back of his hand.

“Alright let’s do this the hard way then”

Right there he opens the zipper of his leather pants and whips out his fat cock. You are taken aback by the size of it. You can’t believe how thick and long it is even though he’s still soft. Instinctively you take a step back, wanting to be as far as possible from the thing. But in your hurry you back off into the edge of the bed and fall back on your butt, putting yourself at eye level with his length.

“You’re right Princess, might as well make yourself comfortable to suck on my cock” he says gently stroking your hair.

The thick member is facing you dead on. When Baëkhyun presses his tip against your lips, you whip your head to the side and look up at him in disgust. But the evil clone keeps on going with the smug attitude.

“Now now princess… Don’t be fussy ok? Or do I have to remind you what's at stake here?”

Instinctively your eyes turn to Baekhyun. He’s on edge, his eyebrows are knitted as worry is plastered all over his handsome face.

“Fine” you whisper with a clenched jaw before slightly parting your lips. Steadily he pushes himself past your lips. As soon as your wet tongue glides over his tip you feel him harden in your mouth while his salty taste takes over your tongue.

“Good girl” he grunts, flashing his pointy white teeth.

You feel the burn of your lips stretching to accommodate his thickness, his cock keeps on growing and hardening soon reaching it’s fully developed size. You know you shouldn't compare but how can you not when his thick cock is prying your jaw open already making it sore before it even truly starts?... He’s much bigger than Baekhyun…

“Fuckkk” Baëkhyun sighs in satisfaction, hanging his head back, thick ass cock leaving no parts of your filled mouth untouched. Your eyes snap to Baekhyun again, the way you are both positioned make it easy for him to see his enemy’s dick getting nested inside his girlfriend’s mouth and his nails dig into the innocent armrests of the chair.

Baëkhyun looks back at you.

“Now get to work babydoll. Make me feel good with that pretty little mouth of yours” he says, entangling his hand into your hair, giving just enough pressure to coerce you.

You start to move alongside his length, at a moderate pace. Baëkhyun sighs in pleasure, holding your hair with one hand and gently stroking your cheek with the other.

“Mmmmh...Your mouth feels so good around my cock Princess” you shoot him a death glare which makes him chuckle. “Go faster”

You pick up the pace ever so slightly. Baëkhyun chuckles again but this time you hear a slight hint of frustration showing through it.

“Baby…” his hand gets tighter around your hair “let me show you what I mean by faster”

With that he thrusts himself inside your small mouth, instantly making you gag on his thickness. At an unbelievable pace he pumps himself in and out of your mouth, grunting and moaning in the process.

“Fuck it’s like this little mouth was made for me” he grunts, his honey toned voice going down an octave.

Tears start to form in the corners of your eyes as Baëkhyun mercilessly fucks your throat. You can’t believe such a thick thing could even go past the back of your mouth without ripping your throat to shreds. But judging by the burning pain, he might be doing just that. You start to push at his hips to get him out as you are in desperate need of oxygen but he doesn’t budge and keeps on pounding in your narrow throat.

When he pulls out you gasp loudly, coughing. Baëkhyun laughs again before looking over at your boyfriend.

“Okay enough with those games. I want to feel you around me now” he says, finally dropping the smirk. "Strip for me baby girl. Show me that pretty little pussy of yours babydoll”

Without conviction you get up and unzip your high waisted circle skirt to let it drop on the ground.

"Go on" he says before you take your hoodie over your head and throw your bra in frustration. Your underwear being the last barrier keeping from being completely naked in front of the clone.

Then Baëkhyun pushes you back on the bed. Instantly you bring your knees together and try to hide away from his lecherous eyes. But Baëkhyun is completely unphased. Instead he runs his delicate fingers alongside the curve of your thigs to soon reach your panties. He slightly pulls on the waistband to let it slap against your skin. He smirks when he hears the smallest gasp the sting pulls from your lips.

“You won’t need these anymore princess” he says as he takes the small blade out again. Delicately and with infinite prudence he slips the smooth blade under your panties. You feel the cold metal onto the hot skin of your pubic bone. Tension builds up in your shoulders and you stop breathing for a second.

Then with a swift movement of the wrist Baëkhyun inflicts a chirurgical cut to your underwear. You can’t help but to let a small shriek out.

“Spread your legs for me now” His tone is impatient, the smugness is gone.

You can’t help but to swiftly look at Baekhyun, still seated a few feet away. When you see his eyes shoot daggers at his clone your heart can’t help but to ache but still... you have to pull through this.

Slowly you part your ankles then your knees completely uncovering yourself, uncovering a place that only Baekhyun has laid eyes on... up until now.

Baëkhyun bites his lips when he finally lays eyes on your most private part. Baëkhyun scoffs, the smugness coming on right back.

“Well… Would you look at that”... He crouches, bringing his face incredibly close to your center. You have to fight every instinct screaming at you to close your legs. “Babydoll got all wet for my cock” he says, swiping a finger across your folds, coating it with juices. Your heart races in your throat as you try your hardest not to moan under his touch.

How?

How is it possible that you got this wet? You surely didn’t take any joy in this… You hated this man. And you were dreading the moment he was going to... be inside you...

“Oh, your cute little pussy just twitched babydoll… Are you growing impatient?” Baëkhyun taunts you.

“NO!” you firmly disagree.

“I thought you didn't like it princess?” he asked, pressing his pointer finger on your already swollen bud. You bit your lips and closed your eyes just so Baëkhyun wouldn’t see them roll back in unsolicited pleasure.

“It’s only a natural reaction of my body. It doesn't mean anything” you barked at him, brows knitted in anger. He cocked an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Do you know how cute you look?” Baëkhyun starts completely changing the subject. He brings his fingers to his face. “Face flushed, sweat running down the sides of your face” he plays with your arousal, making strings between his fingers “pussy red and swollen, already dripping for me” he brings his digits to his lips, he licks around them, thoroughly enjoying your taste, eyes fluttering close. “I can’t wait to see how you will look like when you'll beg me to make you cum on my cock”

His cold tone sends a spasm in your lower stomach and you feel your center involuntarily throb once more. Which Baekhyun didn’t fail to notice while he took off his blazer, his sheer black shirt sticking to his well built body. He joined you on the bed, shiming himself between your legs, standing on his knees.

You tense up when you feel his hot tip glide across your slick folds, drawing teasing circles on your clit before aligninging himself with your entrance. When Baëkhyun starts to push himself inside you brace yourself and tightly shut your eyes. But Baëkhyun stops.

“Look at me, princess. I want to see your eyes when I fill you up”

You peel your eyes open only to be met with the sinful ones of the clone, staring you down, face chain and wet lips twinkling under the dim ceiling light.

He starts to push in again, you feel the pleasurable stretch of your walls accomodating to his thickness. You bite down on your lip, eyes still locked onto his, doing your best not to let them roll back while the ones of your boyfriend pierced holes into the clone's back.

How can he bring you so much pleasure with that one single stroke? Things haven’t even started yet and already he’s got you on the verge of cumming. It demands tremendous will power just to not cum on the spot, with difficulty you manage to control the clenching of your pussy around his wide cock. Surprisingly, not a single noise leaves your lips as he reaches the bottom of you, not even a whimper, not even a small sigh. Nothing.

“What a good girl” Baëkhyun tucks away a rebellious strand of hair behind your ear. “Not making any noise to make sure her boyfriend’s fragile ego stays intact” he mocks Baekhyun and chuckles. “Let’s see for how long you can keep that going”

His eyes go a deep shade of blue as he slowly pulls out and smashes back in, this time you can’t help but to gasp faintly, trying your best to ignore the irritating response of your body to the immensely pleasurable sensation of his cock inside you. Baëkhyun laughs again.

“Not so long apparently” he chuckles. Pulling back slowly again. “So much for that baby girl” Once again he smashes back in except this time, he doesn’t stop and sets an unforgiving pace.

You manage to only let out small sighs as you bite hard on the inside of your cheeks. Controlling your voice is doable but you unfortunately can't say the same for your expressions. Against your will, your brows furrow and your eyes droop in pleasure.

It reaches an unendurable level and you know you won’t be able to keep yourself from cumming this time. You won’t be able to control yourself. Maybe you don't have the will to fight it off anymore.

But when your walls start to desperately twitch around him he slows down. You can't help but to look up at him, eyes filled with need. Being this deseperatly close to your realease is torture.

But Baekhyun doesn’t look like he’s ready to let you off the hook that easily. You do your best not to whimper in frustration not wanting to give him this satisfaction so you just stay completely still. Enduring the anguish of flirting with the edge and eventually the pleasure diminishes until you can bear it again.

And that is Baëkhyun’s call to start pounding once more. To your surprise this time pleasure builds even faster. His thrusts are hard and rough, blissfully scraping your walls in delicious friction. Surgically aiming for your sweet spot with each movement and this time the edge is even closer. This time you’re so close you can taste it but again he slows down.

You can’t help but to whimper, making the cruel clone smirk again.

“What’s wrong baby?” he cooes, laying over you, feathers dangling at the side of his face with each of his barbarically slow thrusts.

“Please” you whisper ever so faintly, fearing to be heard by your boyfriend still seated a few feet away.

Baëkhyun's smirk is pulled to his ears.

“Please what?” he teases.

You can’t help but to swiftly look at him. You almost don’t recognize him, raging fire dancing in his dark brown orbs. A kind of wrath you never witnessed before. Baëkhyun gives one single other powerful thrust to get your attention back, the surprise of it rips the first small moan out of your mouth.

“Please what?” he repeats. Your eyes start to fill with tears of frustration. Frustration of being kept in this state, kept so close to the edge. But also the frustration of realizing you are slowly but surely losing to Baëkhyun's big fat cock.

“Please Baëkhyun let me cum”

“Your wish is my command princess”

With that Baëhyun starts to mercilessly pound into you and you realize with dread that he was in fact holding back all this time. The pleasure you’re feeling right now is overwhelming. He crushes your gspot with each thrust, aiming himself perfectly to stimulate every sensitive region and even his hand comes in to play and flick your swollen and in need of affection little clit. You can’t help but to loudly moan, shamefully letting his name hang off your lips as your walls twitch around him and he finally lets you cum.

“How’s my cock baby girl?” he asks, still pounding into you.

“So fucking good” you cry out, pent up frustration and pleasure making your eyes overflow with tears.

“Say who you’re cumming for babydoll” his raspy voice whispers in your ears as he bends over you, feather tickling your neck.

“I’m cumming for you Baëkhyun… Aaaaah...” you whisper in a strangled breath as your legs shake and you are thrown into a groundbreaking orgasm.

Baëkhyun gradually slows down, allowing you to ride off your high.

Never have you felt something so powerful, an orgsam so long lasting, your pussy is still twitching when Baëkhyun pulls out, your eyes still rolled back. You can’t even bring yourself to close your legs, offering to your boyfriend a premier view on your sinful and faithless pussy.

Baëkhyun on the other hand is unphased, he stands next to your strained body, big fat cock in his fist, glistening with your juices.

“Baby” he leans over you, whispering in your ear once more. “I still haven’t cum yet”

You gather your remaining strength to lift up your head and you notice how his cock is still sitting proud at tall, engorged with blood, precum running down his shaft, head red and swollen.

He lays next to you. His body sinking in the mattress next to yours. Baëkhyun gently strokes your heated cheek, his ice blue eyes piercing into yours.

“I know you want to live that again. I know you want to feel this pleasure again. Come on and get to work ride me and make me cum babydoll”

You shoot him a death glare and get up. You waste no time and place your legs at each side of his thighs, facing him.

“Atta girl! I knew I was good but didn’t know you were so eager for my cock. Not so much of a prudish girl are you?” he mocks you, chuckling darkly while you align him with your center, grabbing his fat cock into your little hand.

“I’m only doing this to get it over with as fast…” you start to sink yourself on him. “as possible.. aaah” you let a moan escape your lips as Baëkhyun’s fat cock deliciously stretches you once more.

“Baby girl you’re so cute acting so tough it’s like you were not begging me to let you cum a second ago”

“Shut up” you say as you lift up your hips again only to smash them back with force and for the first time you notice on Baëkhyun’s face a slight hint of pleasure. Eyes brows slightly furrowed as you let him hit the bottom of you. Immediately you pick up some confidence, you might be able to end this nonsense right away. You double your efforts and smash yourself with all your might on his length. But what you didn’t anticipate was your own pleasure also rising up. Gradually your movements become sloppier as you try hard not to take into account the way he perfectly fits inside you.

“Are you going to cum before me again Baby?” the smirk is ever so slightly fainter as Baëkhyun mocks you.

“No.. aaah” you say without conviction as you feel your walls already spasming around him.

“Fuck you’re even tighter baby” he says, his long fingers digging into the side of your thighs. “Continue like this baby” he commands.

“Shit aaah.” you curse out as the pleasurable sting of his blunt nails make your eyes roll back.

“Come on baby girl make me cum” he says in a whisper, biting down his lip, face chain jumping at each of your movements.

But you can’t take it anymore, you slip over the edge as Baëkhyun’s tip kisses your womb. Your orgasm sends sparks in your entire body, electrifying you as you shake above him once again losing to his cock.

“Aww baby, you were so close” he cooes, again, mocking you.

You’re quick to recover this time because you don’t intend on giving him the satisfaction for this to last. You turn around this way you have more control over your movements and you know it’ll be easier for you to finally make this scumbag cum and get it over with. But now you have no choice but to face the ice cold stares of your boyfriend.

Baekhyun has a full display view on how your swollen, red and soaked little pussy easily opens up to accommodate his evil clone’s girthy cock. He sees clearly how your jaw drops in pleasure as you feel each inch stretch you oh so pleasurably. Even if he hates what he sees, his body can’t help but to react. React at each little whimper and moan, at each tremble of your lips, at each eye roll. So as if it wasn't bad enough to have to witness his nemesis fucking the girl he hopes to make his wife one day, now he also has to deal with the ever so growing discomfort in his tight pants.

“Fuck! Baby this little pussy is going to be the death of me” Baëkhyun sinks his head back in the soft mattress. Even if he’s still trying to act tough, the truth is that he knows he can’t keep going for long and eventually he’ll burst.

You start to lift your hips to smash them back into his. Making your breasts jump in front of your boyfriend. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, he looks at your delighted face, at your bouncing tits, at your crowded and swollen little pussy. How is he supposed to just quietly sit throught this torture?

You bounce even harder as you lock eyes with your boyfriend, feeling shameful and confusing pleasure from seeing this anger blaze through his eyes.

“Fuck baby did you just get even tighter?” Baëkhyun’s voice resounds from behind you. You can’t see his face but you know he’s close. You can tell from the way he twitches inside you, from the way his breathing got more hectic but especially from the way he finally closed his continuously running mouth, only occasionally letting his jaw loose to sigh or groan.

Baëkhyun is close and so are you. You can't contain yourself anymore. You let your voice out without restrain and you tell yourself that the reason why you are bouncing harder is to make Baëkhyun finish as soon as possible but maybe you just can’t get enough of this addicting high. Maybe you just want to cum again, maybe you're becoming Baëkhyun’s willing little cock sleeve.

“Wait babygirl wait” Baëkhyun commands. You are surprised by the sudden reaction so you slow down. You want to whimper at your high fading away, slipping through your fingers.

“Baby did you notice what your precious boyfriend has been trying to hide?” he asks cock, still deeply lodged inside you.

Baekhyun stiffens in his seat and brings both of his hands to push down on the unconcealable tent he pitches in the black cargo pants.

“I knew you couldn’t help but get indubitably turned on by the view of your girlfriend being properly fucked for once” Baëkhyun says as he thrusts inside you forcefully ripping a loud moan off your lips.

“Shut the fuck up” Baekhyun says throughts gritted teeth staring at the clone through his eyebrows.

“Why don’t you join us?” Baëkhyun suggests. You hold your breath at the unsuspecting turn of events…

Baekhyun freezes, he scans his nemesis’ face, trying to tell apart the truth and the tricks.

“Didn’t you see her delighted face? Didn’t you hear her pleased moans? Don't you wanna tell yourself you were at least partially responsible for those?” He sounds serious… “Look I’ll even make room for you.

With that he takes a bruising grip on your still parted thighs and pulls you up effortlessly, sliding his girthy cock out of you. Instantly you miss the head spinning full sensation.

But the need is short lived. Because he instinctively finds his way to your wet rim, soaked by the juices that ran down from your slutty little cunt all the way down to your ass. Without a heads up, he pushes the tip inside your tight hole. You bite down on your lip trying not to scream at the unexpected burn of your ass being stretched beyond repair by the thick member. His huge thick cock tearing down your unprepared asshole. Your legs shake uncontrollably at the delicious pain you feel deep inside. He’s able to fill you up even further, reach even deeper in the bottomless hole.

By the time his whole girthy cock has successfully forced itself into your unsolicited ass you are completely done for. Your chest is heaving up and down, you hang your head down in utter defeat over Baëkhyun’s girth, this time you surrender to him. And you’re willing to gladly do so if it means you’ll feel the divine high again. You don’t care anymore, you only want to cum. You only want to feel them inside you.

“Please” you whisper in a meek little whimper, doing your best not to just pass out on the spot.

“See, she’s even begging for you” Baëkhyun adds.

So finally your boyfriend gets up. He doesn't even bother taking his pants off and only whips out his red swollen aching cock through the zipper. As he stands in front of you, legs parted, dripping and hungry pussy, nice and ready for him he first grabs a handful of one of your breasts. Baekhyun’s usual softness and delicacy are long gone. You look up at him with begging eyes, which turns his own eyes a shade darker as he lifts up his hand to let it slap against the sensitive skin of the swells of your chest. The sudden and unexpected sting makes you buck your hips up, making Baëkhyun’s cock stir around in your guts adding more pleasure.

Baekhyun then brings the red and blazing tip to you, as soon as it touches your sensitive clit you can't help but to grind your cunt on his cock like a bitch in heat. You look completely fucked out. Your mind is empty, all you can think about is the incredible pleasure you so desperately crave.

Baekhyun's eyes reflect something you have never seen before. Anger and sexual drive mixed into the deadliest cocktail. A darkness that awfully resembles the one of Baëkhyun. For the first time, you feel the familiar shivering cold chill your bones from the usually warm brown eyes. And you’re ready. Ready for him to take revenge on you. Ready to make your slutty little pussy to pay for giving in to the enemy.

“You want my cock baby?” he asks, voice deep, hoarse, strained. Like he’s trying his best not to yell at you. Your eyes trail down to his neck where Baëkhyun’s blade left a small wound. Even if it stopped bleeding, you know the damage is way deeper.

“Yes fuck I want you so bad” you plead, deseperately jolting against him, seeking the friction of his tip against your swollen nub.

“Then fucking take it” He says smashing himself in with all his might.

Fuck… This… This feeling is what you’ve been missing.

Compared to Baekhyun, the evil twin has been incredibly gentle with you because right now your boyfriend is being absolutely ruthless, relentlessly wrecking you without caring about the damage he is causing to your already exhausted little pussy.

“Baekhyunnnn” you scream out his name.

“You fucking like that huh?” he says deep dark brown eyes piercing into yours.

“Yes fuck yesss”

Then Baëkhyun also starts to move, rocking your body back and forth on both of their cocks. The clone grabbing your thighs and your boyfriend sinking his nails into your soft waist both rocking you into this hellishly divine carousel.

You have no intention of trying to keep your voice down anymore, you can’t even gather the strength to think about that, if someone asked right now you might not even be able to remember your own name.

“Baby, now that you have a point of comparison, which cock is better?” Baëkhyun asks, in an ultimate attempt to piss off your already enraged boyfriend.

You want to respond but as you open your mouth Baekhyun wraps his big hand around your narrow neck. Silencing you and completely blocking off your breathing.

“Shut the fuck slut” he spits, frowning deeply.

Just as you thought this couldn’t possibly get better it does. Both the white haired men decide to collectively pick up the pace, if that was even possible. You want to scream in absolute bliss but you can’t. So your face goes completely blank, your eyes droop and your eyebrows knit.

“What a little slut you are” Baekhyun whispers through gritted teeth, maintaining the demonic pace. “You should see yourself, completely fucked out by two cocks. The more the merrier for a whore like you.” Tears of pure joy start to form at the corner of your eyes. As you go deliciously lightheaded from the lack if blood reaching your brain. “You want to cum again baby” You nod enthusiastically.

“Fuck I won’t be able to go on much longer” Baëkhyun's strained voice rings behind you.

“Then cum baby” Your boyfriend’s deep voice murmurs, making the hairs of your nape stand. And there he lets go of the last hand holding your waist, leaving to the clone the responsibility of keeping up with the punishing pace, to circle your lonely and desperate clit. “Cum on both our dicks like the fucking whore that you are”

The growled dirty words in your boyfriend's mouth, the skillful movement of his fingers on your slick folds, the two hammering thick cocks inside both your drained holes and the delicious headspinning feeling due to the lack of oxygen is the end of you. Cool tears roll down your heated cheeks as your jaw drops and your tongue falls out your mouth, flapping around with every thrusts. Your orgasm takes over you like an unforgiving and brutal wave of pleasure, sweeping away the last stance of your sanity along with it.

“Fuckkk” Baëkhyun growls as he lets go of one thigh to harshly pull on your hair, pushing your face down. “Fucking whore look these two cocks ramming your slutty holes. You like that?” he says breathless still pounding forcefully into your ass.

“I love having two cocks inside my ass and pussy. I’m just a dirty cock loving slut” you shout, tears streaming down your face, completely drunk on your high. Continuous pleasure clouding your mind, breaking the strong stubborn and righteous woman you were your into a mere cock sleeve whose only purpose is to get fucked until her mind sinks into insanity and her body gives out from exhaustion.

Baëkhyun releases first, leaving blue marks on your thighs as he curses under his breath, twitching uncontrollably in your throbbing asshole. Your filled up hole adding to the peasurable orgasm still shaking through your body.

Soon after Baekhyun follows, jaw hanging open and eyes rolled back in euphoria as your orgasming cunt grips him down like its life depends on it, milking his cock to the last drop as he moans out, cursing you and your godforsaken pussy while his grip around your throat gradually loosens.

When they both pull out, completely out of breath and drained out by this sustained effort, both of your holes, turned completely shapeless overflow with thick white cum and mix together in a more intoxicating cocktail than the most alcoholic beverages.

In a sort of trance you can’t help but to bring your fingers to your drown out folds to coat them with the deadly mix. You bring the concoction to your lips. It tastes like sin. The salty and bitter flavours coat your palate, making your eyes flutter as you enjoy the alluring taste of the two men that ruined your tiny body and left it broken.

When Baekhyun staggers away he collapses on the bed next to you and you feel the clone rolling under you to get up.

With your dazed out eyes you still see him pick up his clothes and feel him lay a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“You were amazing sweetheart”

You close your eyes and nod, smiling to yourself as you curl up at your boyfriend's side, nesting your face under his arm.

“No hard feelings ok Byun?” he asks as he slips his leather jacket back on. “We should definitely do this again” he suggests, turning his head back to your boyfriend.

“Go fuck yourself Baëkhyun” Baekhyun says, but his tone doesn’t match the harsh words.

“Alright okay” The clone chuckles “See you soon princess” he winks at you and leaves through the same portal he came from.

A/N: There you go lovelies!!! sooo.. how was it? Again sorry for the mistakes! I checked my archives and I actually started working on this back in february so it took me a total of 6 months to complete this.

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[excelsi-or]

welcome to svt (pt. 23)

w.c. 2.4k (weeee, the big chunky “exciting” part)

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7 | ch. 8 | ch. 9 | ch. 10 | ch. 11 | ch. 12 | ch. 13 | ch. 14 | ch. 15 | ch. 16 | ch. 17 | ch. 18 | ch. 19 | ch. 20 | ch. 21 | ch. 22 | ch. 23

‘I am suggesting to you, Boss, that if you want what’s left of your team alive that you hold up your end of the deal. Deliver it yourself. No more tricks.’

Soonyoung shakes his head. He mouths something about creating another plan, as if there’s any other way out of this.

Seungcheol hangs his head. ‘Fine, fine. I’ll deliver it myself. Just…’ His voice cracks. ‘Please stop hurting them.’

It sounds like Jihoon screaming on the other end of the line.

‘Stop!’ Seungcheol pleads. ‘I’ll bring it to you. Just stop.’

‘You have 20 minutes. Just you. No. Tricks.’

Three hours earlier

‘Okay, we have your audio and video feed,’ she says. ‘But you’re not going to be able to hear us.’

Jihoon frowns. ‘But why?’

‘If you start talking to yourself in a police station, you’re more likely to be put in jail,’ Wonwoo argues as he passes Mingyu his camera.

She catches Jihoon’s gaze, and she can’t help but turn away with a little snort. ‘It’s more of a Mingyu precaution than a general precaution, Hoonie. Don’t take offence.’

‘Well, I’m offended,’ Mingyu states. ‘Why is hyung less likely—’

‘Remember Buenos Ares,’ Wonwoo counters. He triple-checks the audio and video signals. ‘Okay, you’re good to go.’ He passes the computer over and starts to drive. ‘We’ll drop you off at the front. Kwanie told me that Hansol’s heading in.’

The job goes perfectly until they step out of the parking garage. Just as Wonwoo is about to roll up, a black car beats them to their partners.

‘What the hell—who is that?’ She leans forward and quickly remembers her computer. She looks down at the screen to see what’s going on. A smiling face stares back at her, one she recognizes, one of the hitmen. He waves before a hand covers the camera. The audio cuts out just as soon as the visual, but she does manage to hear three clicks before it goes off.

‘We’ve lost them.’ She quickly tries Seungcheol’s phone.

After three rings, she huffs. ‘The call’s not going through.’

‘Follow them?’ Wonwoo asks.

‘No, we can’t. Hoonie said to fall back.’

‘When did he say that?’ Wonwoo asks. He watches the car speed off and his grip tightens on the steering wheel.

She rests her hand on Wonwoo’s wrist. ‘The three clicks. Three clicks means “not safe”.’ Wonwoo gives her a look. Patiently, she explains. ‘We’ve been in enough situations that we need a shorthand.’

‘Yeah, Gyu tends to forget those.’ He sighs and rolls his shoulders back. ‘What are we supposed to do?’

She hums. ‘If Hoonie thinks it’s dangerous, maybe we already know where they’re going.’ She calls Seungkwan and puts the phone on speaker.

‘Noona.’

Nodding at Wonwoo, he starts to drive. ‘Look, the plan went bad and Gyu and Hoon have been taken. It’s a black 4-door with an FP in the license plate. Lemme know if you see it. We’ll meet you there.’

‘We’ll what? What about Gyu and Hoon?’ Wonwoo demands.

She gestures in the direction of the black car. ‘We can’t follow them directly. These are hitmen. They will kill our boys before we can do anything.’

‘Noona, hyung, I don’t want to worry you or anything—’ Seungkwan starts to say.

‘The car is there?’

‘No, not yet. But Chan and Shua hyung aren’t.’

She and Wonwoo exchange looks.

‘What do you mean they’re not there?’ Wonwoo demands.

‘Cheol, I’m telling you this is a stupid idea,’ she hisses. ‘You should just let—’

‘I am not risking your or Wonwoo’s lives for this. I barely convinced the others to stay home.’

Wonwoo shakes his head. ‘At least let us—’

‘You guys don’t understand. LT isn’t messing around. And you told me that there are at least 10 other heat signatures on top of our own. Hitmen are great at—’

‘—Killing people.’ She squeezes the phone tighter. ‘I know. We know. We just…’ She glances at Wonwoo. ‘We just don’t want to hear you die in there.’

‘I’m not going to die in there. If you wiped everything and Jihoon wiped everything, then they’ll be let go.’ She and Wonwoo watch as one of Seungcheol’s cars drive by them. ‘And you wouldn’t hear me die in there anyway.’

‘You idiot, you’re not wearing comms,’ she accuses.

‘You guys cannot, I repeat, cannot be involved.’ Before he hangs up, he adds, ‘Besides, I know you’ll come in at the sound of screaming.’

‘Screaming?’

They don’t get any more information; the line goes dead.

She and Wonwoo sit in silence.

‘We can’t just do nothing,’ Wonwoo says.

She stares out the windshield, taking in the industrial area they’re in. ‘We need a way to see what’s going on. Seungkwan and Hansol are on the roof, so if the team needs help, they won’t get there in time. And Chan and oppa got caught somewhere else.’

‘Are you suggesting we spy on hitmen?’

She looks over at him. ‘Do you have a better idea?’ She calls Soonyoung and adds Hansol to the call. ‘Update us?’

Soonyoung clicks his tongue. ‘LT told Cheol that he needed to show up with the information, because Jihoon didn’t have it on him.’

She realizes that Jihoon must have seen the black car as they walked out. ‘So, does Cheol have it?’

‘Uh…’

Wonwoo clenches his teeth. ‘Soonyoung, you better not be about to tell us that he didn’t get it and is going to walk in empty handed.’

‘He couldn’t find it.’

Seungkwan scoffs. ‘So, what’s the plan? Die?’

‘He wanted to stall for time while we looked for it. But we’re at a loss.’

Jun snorts. ‘Can’t say we’ve tried very hard though.’

‘Screw it, we’re going to look for it,’ she says. She motions for Wonwoo to drive. ‘What you, Seokminnie, and the rest of you are going to do is join Hansol and Seungkwan here in case we need people to move in.’

‘Cheol said—’

‘Soonyoung, if you haven’t realized, Cheol’s plan is “The others will handle it”. We are the others. So, get your ass here and help us handle it.’ She motions for Wonwoo to turn right. ‘Now, boys, what’s the plan?’

‘You and Wonwoo hyung are going to find whatever LT wants,’ Hansol starts.

‘And we’ll make sure no one dies until you do,’ Seokmin finishes.

‘We got it.’ Minghao’s calm voice is reassuring that someone does actually get it.

‘And Jun,’ Wonwoo says, leaning closer to her phone, ‘weapons for this one. Bring stuff for Hansol and Seungkwan too.’ He taps his fingers incessantly on the steering wheel as they wait at a stop light.

‘On it.’

She reaches over to touch Wonwoo’s shoulder and ease him back into the driver’s seat. She’d caught sight of the driver in the car next to them staring.

‘Be safe,’ she reminds them before hanging up.

‘Where do you think the USB is going to be?’ Wonwoo asks when they hang up.

She knows that Wonwoo just needs some sort of distraction. ‘If Hoonie saw that car as they were walking out the door, my guess?’ She sighs. ‘Probably inside the station.’

‘You think he had time to toss it through the door?’

‘We didn’t actually see Mingyu walk out with the box of evidence, did we?’

‘Then the cops will know,’ Wonwoo states.

She takes a minute to answer him. Then she opens Wonwoo’s laptop again and finds the presentation they’d given earlier. She analyzes the photos, specifically the exit route.

‘The best place to hide it would’ve been here,’ she says, pointing to a stack of large boxes near the exit. ‘It’s out of view of the camera and we were looping the footage the whole time they were in there. No one would know it was there until they checked.’

‘Okay, great. How are we going to get in there? Alarms will start ringing if we break into a police station.’

‘The door has a pin pad and our kit is in the back.’ She can feel her adrenaline building, her heart about to burst out of her chest. ‘It’ll take a minute to unlock, 30 seconds to grab the stuff if it’s there and another 30 seconds to get back in the car. Another minute in case shit goes wrong.’

‘You’re banking on this being done in 3 minutes? How do we avoid getting caught?’

She bites the inside of her lip. Her mind keeps flitting to Jihoon and her injured leg is throbbing. She has to actively refocus her brain. Then she calls Minghao. ‘Got your laptop?’

‘Yeah, noona. What do you need?’

‘I need you to loop the cameras outside the police station so that we can break in.’

‘The police station?’ She hears typing on Minghao’s end. ‘If we’re not connected to their servers in any way, it’s hard to find any backdoors to use without them noticing us.’

‘I know.’

‘And if I use an IP address in another country—’

‘Yeah, there’ll be intense lag; I know that too.’

The pause on Minghao’s end is so long that she actually thinks that he’s going to say no. ‘If we need a bargaining chip to get the others out of there, this will be it.’ It’s as if he needs to convince himself, but it seems to work. ‘Text me when you get there.’

She can feel the area in her arm where the bullet grazed her, but she gets to Jihoon first. The semi-truck they’d stolen to barrel through the wall is taking fire. She knows Wonwoo is trying to avoid killing anyone, but there’s no doubt that those people are getting closer. She gets Jihoon untied, but when she tries to get him to his feet, he cries out in pain at the shift of weight into his leg.

Minghao, Jun, Seungkwan, Seokmin and Soonyoung have hoisted the others onto their backs to get them into the cars that are visible over the rubble of the wall. She can hear the sharp snaps of a sniper rifle going off.

Mingyu manages to get himself to standing after she cuts him loose. He takes the other side of Jihoon to redistribute the weight, because she still has to drag her leg around.

Seungcheol has an unconscious Jeonghan on his back.

She grits her teeth as they move towards the semi. Wonwoo reaches down for Jihoon and they’re able to manoeuvre him in. She lets Mingyu in first. He eases over and around Jihoon to be closer to the door. They both have to duck to avoid the crossfire.

Wonwoo hoists her into the cab and glances at her leg. He can see a darkening spot despite her black leggings. ‘You’re bleeding.’

She takes the gun out of his hand. ‘Make sure that Seungcheol and Jeonghan are covered before we move.’ Jihoon and Mingyu duck as she fires two shots out the broken window. She doesn’t shoot to miss.

‘You got someone,’ Mingyu breathes.

Wonwoo keeps his head low as he peers out the door. ‘We gotta go. Gotta keep Hansol covered too.’

‘Hansol, what’s it look like up there?’ she asks as she pops up again to fire another few shots. They stopped using codenames. It was clear LT and his team had hacked their comms.

‘Most of them are down. Just a few that are out of my view.’

‘Okay, solid.’

‘We’re moving,’ Wonwoo calls. He reverses the semi out through the same hole he’d created.

She fires more shots through the already broken windshield.

‘Hansol-ah, you’re going to have to jump,’ Wonwoo shouts.

Hansol doesn’t even respond. They just hear a thump on the top of the trailer.

‘We should split up and lay low for a while,’ Seungcheol grunts into the comms. ‘I’m taking Jeonghan to the hospital. Any of you that need one, go. We’ll do clean up after.’ They pull their comms out. Multiple comms are thrown out car windows.

Seungcheol calls her and Mingyu is the one who answers as she’s vigilantly watching the rearview mirror for people behind them.

‘Switch to one of Jeonghan’s cars.’ He takes a deep breath through the pain. ‘There’s one nearby.’

‘Got it,’ Mingyu answers. ‘Be safe, hyung.’

‘See you all in a week.’

They hear three taps on the top of the cab. Wonwoo slows the semi down at the next stop light. Mingyu scoots closer, bumping Jihoon by accident as Hansol swings his body into the cab. The lovebirds both curse to high heaven at the sudden shift.

‘Do you have a plan to get to Seungkwan before we all go under for a week?’ she asks Hansol as she pats underneath the seat. She seems to be appeased that no one is chasing after them, now turning her attention to first aid. Her eyes light up when she feels the hard plastic of the first aid kit under the seat. She tosses Hansol some alcohol wipes to clean Mingyu’s wounds.

‘We really need to get out of this semi. It’s drawing a lot of attention,’ Wonwoo says as he hangs a right.

‘Take a left at the next light.’

‘Isn’t hyung’s car at the next parking garage?’ Wonwoo signals left anyway.

‘We used the car recently,’ she says as she wraps her leg to staunch the bleeding. Then she turns to Jihoon to wipe his wounds. Brushing the hair stuck to his face, she murmurs, ‘How’s the pain?’

‘Dulled to a 6.’ His head rests back against the seat. ‘But you got the evidence.’

‘Yes, we’re lucky I know you well.’ Most of the blood on Jihoon lead to little knicks as opposed to anything major. The major wound is his leg. She leans over to check the injury through the rip in his pant leg. There’s a weird lump, likely bone, but nothing has broken skin. ‘We should go to a hospital.’

‘No, let’s just splint it until Shua hyung can look at it.’ Jihoon groans and presses his forehead into Mingyu’s shoulder.

Wonwoo stops the semi across the street from the parking garage.

‘You guys get the car,’ she tells Wonwoo and Hansol. ‘I’ll call someone I know to deal with this.’

‘You have someone who can deal with a shot up semi-truck?’ Wonwoo asks as he jumps out. He reaches up for her and hooks his hands under her arms to help her down, supporting her weight as she collapses into him. ‘Good?’

‘Yes. And you always need to know someone who can clean up your shit,’ she huffs.

#Seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #woozi #woozi fic #woozi imagines #woozi scenarios #Lee Jihoon #lee jihoon scenarios

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BELT PROMOTION TEST (승급 시험)

If you're with me from the start (August, 2021) and continue to practice all the techniques I taught you til this day, congrats. I will allow you to take the first belt test. If not, this is only for self-assessment. It's to see how far you've come. 

Lemme talk a bit about the belt system:

In my dojang, kids take a longer time to get a black belt. Your learning trajectory varies. There are 10 geup if you’re a kid, 8 geup if you’re an adult. 

In South Korea, below the age of 15, you can’t wear a black belt. In other schools outside of Korea, you can’t get it until you’re 18.

Me at 13 wearing a junior black belt:

Me at 15 wearing a black belt:

Anyway, I will tell you the requirements and procedures of belt tests. There are 3 to 4 tests every year. But, you have to ask your sabeomnim for permission to participate. If I deem your progress adequate, you’re allowed to take it. A high-level belt doesn’t mean shit when you can’t prove yourself a hardworking student.

The belt promotion test has 3 parts:

Warm-up:

Greetings and bowing to the flags. (Singing the national anthem is optional). 

Introduction of the chief masters, the judges, the instructors and the teaching assistants.

Warm-up and stretching.

The class is divided into different belt levels and gathered at the testing area of that belt.

Belt test: 

Hereby I will introduce the requirements of yellow belt.

Attention stance and greetings

Basic ready stance

Horse stance straight knuckle punch x 10 times 

Horse stance double straight punch x 10 times 

Horse stance triple straight punch x 10 times 

Fighting stance

Front kick x 10 times

Front push kick x 10 times

Roundhouse kick x 10 times

Taegeuk 1 Jang 

Self-defense application

Push-ups x 10 times for kids, x15 times for adults

Splitting (front split and middle split)

Breaking with axe kick. 1 board for kids, 2 boards for adults

Result:

Cool down and stretching.

The judge will announce the general evaluation, the results and give out the belts to students. 

Bowing to the flags and saying the student's oaths. 

End of the belt test.

You will pass the test if:

✔️ You did correctly all the techniques I taught, with little to no error. 

✔️ Complete Taegeuk 1 Jang (I don't accept even the smallest mistakes) and self-defense application with a partner. 

✔️ Complete the push-ups. I don't expect you to pull a full split at this stage. 

✔️ Break the boards. 

Good luck with the test!

#태권도 #태권독학 #싸움독학 #승급 시험 #Seong Taehoon’s Taekwondo Lesson #Self-Taught Taekwondo #Taekwondo

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Golden

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A/N: Lord, have mercy SHE’S FINALLY HERE!!!!! My baby Golden is finally out to the public and can I just say how fucking relieved I am to post it. I love her, I hope you do too <3 little warning: there are mentions of panic attacks in here, and a heart condition (that i did my best to research on) so if you’re uncomfortable, pls don’t read. 

special thanks to my soul baby @stylesloveclub​ for being my biggest support system with this, she’s dedicated to you <3

for anyone reading this, please reblog! it really helps us writers out. okay onward friends!!! lemme know how i did and if you like it *nose boops*

Water. The ocean. Waves. The tide.

Symbolic of life, birth. Can be used to wash away even the most troubling of sins.

O’ahu, Hawaii, home to some of the best surfing destinations in the state, in the country, in the world. Also home to one of the best surfers in the state, in the country, in the world. 

Y/N didn’t coin herself that. Not that she’s complaining about it, but she doesn’t surf for the title. She surfs for the freedom. She feels the most alive when her toes dig into the sand as she runs towards the warm, salt oblivion, her novelty yellow and blue surfboard tucked under her arm.

Her whole life she had been surrounded by water. When she was a baby, she always wanted a bath. When she was a toddler, she always wanted to stay in the kiddie pool. And then she got into surfing, and well, the rest is history so-to-speak. Her parents never got themselves involved in the sport professionally but more as a recreational activity. And it was even how they met, so really there was no stopping surfing from flowing through Y/N’s blood.

Her backyard was the ocean, so growing up, it was really the only thing for her to do. It’s what all the kids were doing, and Y/N was no different. She met her best friends on the beach when they were five years old, practicing the basics of surfing, like getting up on the board and finding their balance with the Earth.

Kalani and AJ, two of the best surfers Y/N will ever meet, and two of the purest souls to ever grace her life. They’re madly in love with one another. Have been for as long as they’ve been friends -- so coming up on sixteen years. Y/N is in awe of their relationship, she really is, but being a third-wheel isn’t exactly something she signed up for. Though, she kind of expected it when growing up.

They tried countless times to set her up with someone, but time and time again their matchmaking skills have failed, and Y/N is tired of them pitying her. No, she may not be in a long term relationship, but she hardly has time for a relationship anyway. Especially with competitions coming up, she needs to keep herself focused on surfing rather than some boy who will probably end up breaking her heart.

Well, that was her intention anyway.

October 27th, the first day of the best months out of the year.

And it started just the same as every other year. Y/N woke up at the crack of dawn and threw on her lucky white bathing suit before throwing an apple down her throat. Her surfboard was perched up against the back patio railing, and she swiftly tucked it under her arm as she made her way down the shore, being greeted by the luminescent sun that was swarming the sea in a shade of tangerine and lemon.

Jogging knee deep into water, Y/N sunk her hand just below the surface, swaying it back and forth, taking a deep breath as she felt the cool texture swarm her body. Exhaling slowly, she threw herself down onto her board, paddling onward into the great unknown. The familiar sound of the crashing waves causing her to flinch for a brief moment before comforting her ears as she watches the restless ocean ahead of her, a smile washing over her face as she could basically see her future ahead of her.

Today marks qualifying day, and obviously if she marks as qualified, she moves forward to the Vans Triple Crown. She’s been training all year, her body practically a prune with how much she’s been in the water. But, a minute can’t go to waste, so up until the very last second where she has to head to the north shore, she’s gonna remain in the water and build her intuition with how the day is going to go.

Last year, Y/N had to cut her time short when she was hospitalized the night before the first competition. So, she was all more determined to win the championship that is rightfully hers. Well, in the women’s division at least. Last year was ripped from her right when it was under her nose and she refuses to have a repeat of it. 

After her hospitalization, everyone was convinced she’d never return to the water. Despite the ocean being her second home, everyone figured she would turn away -- avoid the embarrassment last year brought upon her. But, it only made her stronger and more determined to prove everyone wrong. No matter how frightening it really was.

Her first wave of the day had her coasting along smoothly, starting her out easy as waves progressively got bigger with the tide. When she got out into the water, the sun had just broken past the horizon line, yet by the time she left, the sun was nearly at its peak in the sky. Her skin felt raw, yet her body was running on adrenaline as she scoffed down the lunch her mom had made her before they banded into the family van and headed to Sunset Beach on the north shore.

Y/N’s heart raced in her chest, her leg bouncing subconsciously but furiously as she watched the landscape pass her by through the window. Her typically calming music wasn’t even working as she ran through multiple scenarios in her mind of what could go wrong today and how her day, her week, month, even year could be ruined.

Once outside of the van and on the beach, her parents pulled her close into a tight, warm hug, whispering words of encouragement in her ears, knowing just how important this was for her. Surfing and competitions had always been important to Y/N, but following last year’s downfall, this day was going to make or break whatever is left of her both physically and emotionally.

“Y/N!” she heard her name being called from the distance, the three of them immediately letting go of one another as they exchanged sheepish smiles.

“Y/N!” Was called out again, causing her to turn around and see Kalani running straight for the three of them, waving her arms in a drastic manner to gain her best friend’s attention. “Oh my -- I ran so fast, wow, I need to calm down,” Kalani breathed out, closing Y/N into a firm embrace.

“Save your energy for the waves, babe,” Y/N laughed, wrapping her own arms around Kalani’s frame. The two of them were never inseparable, it was kind of like they were actually glued to the hip together ever since they were children. And a lot of people were surprised they remained best friends through the years, what with both of them always competing in the same surfing competitions battling for the first place spot. And they knew this could be a strain on their relationship, but they decided ever since they were seven years old that they weren’t going to let surfing get between them. No matter what, they were always proud of each other for everything they’ve accomplished and are each other’s number one fans.

Thing is, Y/N tends to snag that first place spot a lot of the time, and Kalani always just misses her, earning her the second spot, right beneath her. But, Kalani has grown to accept that Y/N is better at the sport, and that’s nothing for her to be ashamed of. She’s managed to get a few of her own first place wins, and in her eyes, that’s good enough. She can’t live her life being jealous of her best friend because that’s not healthy, and anyway, surfing is much more Y/N’s livelihood than it is her own, so she’s fine with being second best -- despite what others may think.

Tugging her board off the top of the car, Y/N tucked it beneath her arm as she walked hand-in-hand with Kalani to wherever her family had set up camp on the beach. “Where’s AJ?” Y/N wondered, as she looked out into the water and saw no one out in it.

“The boys are starting soon, so he’s with Nav,” Kalani said, finally stopping in front of her parents and younger brother, and AJ’s older brother.

“Y/N!” They greeted, getting up from their chairs to kiss the girl on the cheek before greeting her parents. “It’s so great to see you back here,” Kalani’s mom smiled, pinching Y/N’s cheek before plopping herself back down under the sun.

They all began to catch up with one another since it’s been awhile they’ve all gotten together, all of them falling into old habits as if it hadn’t been months since they were last together. Y/N tried to engage in as much conversation as possible, but her mind tended to wander off as the guys started lining up in the water and making their way out. Her throat dried up and her palms were sweating -- and not from the heat -- as her nerves kicked in. Her memory began to cloud her vision as she stood abruptly and quickly walked away from the group, her heart picking up again.

Her breaths shortened as her mind blurred, and all she wanted was to curl up on her bed and calm her mind. She felt someone’s hand on her back, and immediately she could tell it was her father by the smell of his cologne. Once she was far enough from people, Y/N could feel tears well in her eyes as short images flashed across her eyes, cutting each inhale of breath in half -- which caused her to panic even more as she couldn’t breathe properly.

Last year ruined her, and she absolutely despises that this is considered her normal day-to-day routine now, her body shaking with fear as she feels herself collapsing from the inside, out. “Y/N, honey, can you hear me?” She thinks she hears her father say, but is undetermined with the intense white noise that’s swarming her ear drums.

“Count with me, c’mon, backwards from ten.”

But, all her mind could focus on was her body sinking lower and lower beneath the surface of water.

“Ten… Gotta count, c’mon you can do it, nine.”

“Eight,” she murmured, reaching out to grasp her dad’s shirt tight in her fist, just to make sure that he was really in front of her. She needs to be reminded that last year is her past, and that no matter how forward it is in her mind, it’s not her present anymore and she’s not drowning. “Seven.”

He took her hands and held them to his chest, “Six, keep going.”

“Fi-” she gulps, swallowing the lump in her throat, “..five.”

She makes it all the way down to zero, her body visibly relaxing and mentally as she hesitantly looks around to see no one watching the little event. “Do you want to go home?”

Y/N looks up to her father, shaking her head in response as she sniffles her nose and brushes away the one stray tear that has cascaded down her cheek. “No… I can do this.”

He cocks his head to the side and purses his lips, slowly nodding his head. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he turns them back in the direction, walking with her slowly as she continues to gather herself. “You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone, Y/N. Everyone knows you’re an amazing surfer.”

“I think I just need to prove it to myself,” she stated, dragging her feet through the sand like a child so it slowed their arrival time back with the group. She can only imagine that her mom had informed everyone already of what was happening, and the last thing she wants is their sorry eyes and pathetic spouts of pity that she knows she’ll wish they just kept to themselves.

Y/N knows she’s broken. She’s not the same girl everyone knew this time last year, but she doesn’t need to be reminded of it every time she steps into a room. What happened last year was serious and she understands that people are worried; But all she wants is for everyone to forget about it. Including herself. She thinks the thing that’s causing her the most trepidation now -- rather than in the morning or all year long -- is the fact she’s now back in front of a crowd again, eyes trained on her like hawks watching prey, waiting for something awful to happen again.

The only thing missing is the popcorn as they watch this free entertainment.

When they finally came back to everyone, Y/N noticed the guys had started paddling out. Everyone was talking amongst themselves, dismissing her presence as she sat herself down back in the sand, and a breath of relief escaped her lips. The tension was there, but everyone ignored it for her sake, and Y/N couldn’t be more grateful.

“Go, AJ!” Kalani cheered, pumping her fist and shouting a few hoots and hollers afterward. Dom, AJ’s brother, let out a few ear screeching whistles, the kind with the fingers in the mouth, joining in on rooting for his brother. 

Watching the guys out there solidified to Y/N how real this really is, and soon her veins were pumping with excitement again instead of dread as she cheered on her best friend. He was going to qualify, they all were and they knew that, but it's always fun to get excited about the possibility of moving forward and winning the titles and earning the trophies.

All the other faces that surfed alongside AJ were mostly familiar, their names ringing bells as the announcers spoke of them, but there was one that Y/N hadn’t ever heard before. It’s the same cycle of people every year, yet this guy was fresh. And the only reason she’s curious as to who he is, is because he’s good. Like, really good.

Kalani can’t exactly remember if she’s heard of him either, shrugging to Y/N’s wonderment, “I don’t know. Maybe AJ knows.” His pink surfboard and pink wet shirt stuck out as he was a sight for sore eyes, and Y/N grew a little resentment towards him as he pulled out a few advanced maneuvers, gaining everyone’s undivided attention that used to be on AJ.

“Who is that?” Y/N’s mother questioned, looking around to see that no one knew the answer. 

He was a mystery yet he radiated this vibrant energy as the guys finished their rounds, walking off with grace in his step as he laughed at something Nav -- one of the three’s friends -- had said. The girls bid their goodbyes to their families as they headed over to where the guys were before their rounds. AJ immediately came running over to them, hugging Y/N and Kalani simultaneously before giving his girlfriend a quick kiss on the lips. “You did great,” Kalani smiled, keeping her arms wrapped around his center.

“Alright, not in front of me,” Y/N grimaced, looking away from them. Immediately her eyes landed on the new surfer, still talking to Nav, and she was quick to turn back to AJ to ask who he is. “Hey, who’s the new guy?”

Looking over his shoulder, AJ saw who she was talking about before realization dawned on him. “Oh, that’s Harry. He’s from England. A really nice guy, I bet you’d like him,” he winked, causing Y/N to look at him with squinted eyes and pursed lips.

Kalani nudged his side, giving him a weird look. “What? I’m just saying.”

Then, speak of the Devil, Nav and this Harry guy came walking over, joining the three as they stood around waiting for the announcement that the girls could head out. Y/N wasn’t exactly paying attention to her surroundings as she continued to calm herself down for the impending near future. It wasn’t until Harry had stood in front of her, that she was knocked out of her own thoughts.

She looked up at him, making eye contact and briefly getting her breath caught in her throat. When he was far away, it was hard to make out his facial features or what he exactly looked like. But being right in front of him, she was merely astonished at his beauty, but more so his green eyes that reflected the perfect amount of sunlight. His wet, brunette hair rested against his forehead and seemed to be drying a bit curly.

His head tilted slightly, an amused smirk inching up his face as he watched her reaction. Something tells her he’s used to this kind of reaction. “M’Harry.”

His hand came between the two of them, waiting for her to grasp it in a firm grip. Y/N was hesitant at first but finally took his hand and shook it gently while greeting herself before dropping her hand back down to her side. “Y/N.”

This is insanely awkward. Especially because her friends are just watching the exchange silently, as if they weren’t allowed to speak while the two introduced themselves.

Harry has heard of Y/N. It’s hard for anyone involved in the surfing business to not have heard of her. Aside from the jarring news from last year, she’s an excellent surfer and her name is always spreading around like wildfire. She’s part of the reason Harry decided to delve more into the professional surfing world, because he’s been itching to meet her.

Y/N is attractive, anyone with eyes knows that, but Harry wanted to meet her only because of her expansive skills in the water. Standing in front of her, he can’t deny her undying beauty -- and if he weren’t such a gentleman he’d probably be trying to woo her this very instant. But, her looks aren’t what draws him to her, and he decides to not think with his dick for once.

Before he gets the chance to say something else to her, they get notified that the girls should start heading out for their rounds. Y/N and Kalani grab their boards and tuck them under their arms before bidding their goodbyes to the boys and scurrying off to join the rest of the girls.

“Whipped already?” Nav jokes, wrapping his arm around Harry’s shoulders and leading them to the sand where they’ll watch.

Y/N steps her toes into the water, basking in the cool feeling wrapping around her toes and surging up her body. She rolls her neck feeling it crack softly before rolling her shoulders back and taking in her umpteenth deep breath of the day. Her and Kalani looked at each other, nodding with smiles on their faces before they walked deeper in the shallow water until it reached the middle of their thighs before dropping their boards down and paddling out.

At the sight of a small wave heading toward her, Y/N dipped herself beneath the water just to wet her hair. It felt refreshing again to feel the salt coax her skin for the second time that day, as if it never left. When she greeted the air again, she could immediately feel the rays of the sun bouncing off of her skin, illuminating her in a heavenly glow, like the star she is. The spotlight is on her as she aims herself for the peak of the impending wave, nabbing the first ride of the girls’ round.

Back on the beach, her mom’s fingers were crossed, her dad’s breath was caught in his lungs, and Harry’s eyes were fixated on her figure as she jumped up on the belly of her board. Her legs kept her balance against the rough matter below her. Due to the steep wall of the wave, Y/N had to act quick and rational in order to keep control, and started off with an off-the-lip, which kept her parallel with the wave before she moved herself down and carved herself back into the energy zone. 

Because it was a smaller wave, she could only go on for so long before she tipped herself off the board and fell down into the water. Everyone waited with bated breaths and kept their eyes on the area she sunk beneath the blue, before sighing in relief to see her head pop back up. Harry could see the joy wipe over everyone’s faces, replacing the worry that was once there as they hugged one another. He could tell Y/N has such a good support system, and it only urges him more to want to be a part of her life.

Of this life.

❊ ❊

“You guys did so good! We’re so proud,” Y/N’s mom gushed as she pulled her into a warm embrace -- a hug that holds more meaning than just being proud. Her mom was relieved. Grateful. Happy. She’s able to hold her daughter one more time, and that’s all she could ask for. “It’s going to be a good year for all you kids.”

Y/N felt like she was on cloud nine. She was elated, overjoyed, ecstatic, riding such a good high. Her comeback couldn’t have gone any better and she’s just so, so happy. Arriving at the beach she was nervous and anxious and was two seconds away from caving to her fears and running away. Now, as she walks arm-in-arm with her best friend away from the water for the night, she’s laughing a genuine laugh and her veins are currently pumping excitement rather than nerves. 

AJ locked his arm over her shoulders, the three of them linked just like they always are as they head towards Y/N’s family van. But, instead of like other times, this time they have a tag-a-long trailing behind them. It’s sort of like a tradition where after every competition, all of the families join together and head to dinner at their usual restaurant. Nav couldn’t come because he had his own family matters to attend to but Harry was more than willing to accept the offer. He says he came to Hawaii alone and that he had nothing better to do, but his intense stare on Y/N when he accepted the offer says that’s not the only reason he was so quick to join.

It was also part of the tradition that they ride together in the van, 1) because it was the most spacious vehicle where they were able to ride together and 2) because Y/N’s parents are pretty fun to be around. They blasted the best music and made the best jokes, causing not one dull car ride. When they filed in, AJ and Kalani pushed themselves to the back seat, leaving Y/N and Harry to sit in the separate middle row chairs.

“Oh! Harry, I’m sorry, I forgot to ask. Does your family want to join us? They’re more than welcome to,” Y/N’s mom looked over her shoulder in the passenger seat.

He cleared his throat, looking up from his phone and sitting up a bit in his seat, an uncomfortable look on his face. “M’here alone, actually.”

Before anyone could ask any questions, AJ clapped Harry’s shoulder, saying, “We’re your temporary family now, man.” Despite being competitors, it seems the two of them really hit it off and AJ genuinely meant what he said about being Harry’s family. Though, everyone knows the main reason he said it was to diminish the rising tension.

“Thanks, mate,” Harry returned, fist bumping AJ. And during the little exchange, Harry caught eyes with Y/N, catching her eyes wandering around his profile and facial features, causing her to look away quickly and look out the window as if the view was something spectacular. She could hear him snicker quietly, and just when she thinks the coast is clear, she slyly looks back at him just to find out he’s already staring at her.

They really love staring at one another apparently.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Y/N and Harry were pushed to the back of the group -- not really by choice but somehow it ended up that way -- and neither of them really made any moves to break the silence between them. Y/N because she was nervous, and Harry because he wanted her to be the first to speak. And it just so happened that when they were sat at a table, they were left with the last two remaining chairs that also happened to be right next to each other. Y/N couldn’t figure out if they were doing this on purpose or it was by coincidence, but she can tell Harry doesn’t mind.

She’s not one to be nervous around guys, but there’s something about Harry and how he is so blatantly interested in her that makes her wary of talking to him. Kalani sat across the table from her, and when they made eye contact, they had a silent conversation about how Y/N should grow the balls and actually talk to him. Of course Y/N refused, which earned her a kick to the shin in retaliation, which then caused her to let out a yelp of pain and made everyone look at her confused and worried. 

“Sorry, hit my knee on the table,” she brushed it off, glaring at her best friend the moment everyone turned away and continued with their own conversations. 

Being as slick as possible, Kalani directed her eyes to Harry when he wasn’t looking so Y/N could see her, before turning to AJ and talking to him about something completely irrelevant. Again, Y/N and Harry were stuck in this silence. She’s not exactly sure why she can’t just start a conversation, but he’s kind of intimidating and she’s afraid of embarrassing herself, especially in front of her family. 

Pursing her lips and looking down to her lap, Y/N finally turned to give Harry her attention, noticing how he was staring into space, looking completely lost in this foreign setting. “So, uh, where exactly are you from?”

Harry was quick to turn his head to Y/N, waiting and waiting and waiting for the moment she would say something. “A small town in Cheshire. Northwest of London, if that helps.”

“That’s a pretty far trip to take alone,” she nods, licking her bottom lip before gently biting down on it. As much as she thinks of herself as an independent person, she’s also an extreme homebody and could never imagine going anywhere without anyone by her side, whether it be family or friends.

He merely shrugs in response, “M’better off alone.”

Y/N cocked her head to the side while looking at him, letting his words sizzle inside her mind as she tries to overanalyze him in the mere hours she’s known him. She turned her gaze down to her hands that were intertwined in her lap, mulling over her next words to say. She doesn’t know him, but she knows the feeling of being alone. And being alone, no matter how appealing it could sound, never works out in the end. People aren’t meant to live alone. It goes against the natural order of life, and just hearing him say he prefers being alone breaks her heart just the tiniest bit. “No one’s better off alone. Everyone needs someone eventually.”

Little does she know, is that she is his someone. Or, at least that’s what Harry’s hoping. He thinks he’s crazy for being so enthralled by someone so suddenly and so strongly, but Harry’s always been one to trust his gut. His plushie but toned gut was screaming at him that this girl is just meant to be in his life. Maybe meant to be his, but he won’t push his luck. “Guess we’ll have to wait an’ see.”

They both smiled softly at one another, a small blush creeping up Y/N’s cheeks for the umpteenth time that day. “I guess we will.”

❊ ❊

It had been a little over two weeks since qualification day. Her days hadn’t changed much in regards to her schedule; Waking up at the ass crack of dawn and heading straight into the water and staying in practically until the sun was set. But, there was one slight shift in her day, and that was the now familiar face of Harry popping in everyday, either physically or in her mind.

It was safe to say Harry was quickly adapting to the three friends, merging with them seamlessly; As if he had been part of this little group since he was a child. It’s not like any of them minded, especially AJ because he was happy to get another guy around. Their friend Nav wasn’t exactly a permanent part of their little group because he belonged to everyone and no one, but Harry stuck around them like glue and AJ was so grateful. 

Y/N’s grateful because now she isn’t a third-wheel.

Harry and her aren’t exactly buddy-buddy, but it definitely helps having someone else around for movie night so Y/N isn’t stuck watching her best friend’s all cuddled up together and hearing the occasional kiss they would share.

Though, Harry has made it known time and time again that he really wants to be buddy-buddy with her. And Y/N’s not exactly sure why she won’t give him what he wants, but for some reason she loses all comprehensive skills and becomes a blubbering, nervous mess around Harry whenever he brings up his interest in her. So, she’s successfully avoided all buddy-buddy conversations with him by bringing up mundane things instead. Like, why she decided to paint her nails blue, or why she absolutely despises white socks.

She thought she was doing a pretty skillful job too. But, after the first two times she avoided giving a yes or no answer to going on a date with him, Harry purposely would ask her just to hear what other obscure distractions she could come up with. He loved hearing Y/N talk, and without her knowing, he was getting to know her piece by piece, inch by inch, and he was loving it.

Though, a guy’s ego can only take so many rejections before he gives up completely. And just when he was ready to call it quits and accept that she wasn’t interested in him like he was her, the unexpected happened.

Y/N agreed to a date.

Well, kind of.

It was time for the Hawaiian Pro. The official first event of the Vans Triple Crown. It was taking place at Ali’i Beach Park in Hale’iwa, one of the most intense surfing spots filled with waves of  many different faces. Of course, this is when Y/N’s nerves really started to kick in. Qualification day isn’t anywhere near as filled with people as the actual events are, and her nerves have seemed to kick it into high gear. It doesn’t help that the Hawaiian Pro is when her life changed a year ago. She could hear people whispering about her, wondering if she’s going to wipe out again or if this time she’ll stay under the water. Her mind was already frenzied enough, but nothing completes the cycle like a panic attack and the embarrassment of many on-goers witnessing said panic attack.

She almost backed out. How is she meant to be the best when her body is afraid of taking its final breath? The tide was high and the waves showed no mercy. How is she meant to challenge that? How is she meant to control the water beneath her when she can’t even control her own thoughts?

It was getting to be too much for her. This entire time leading up to the Triple Crown she’s denied her fear and her anxiety, telling herself she’ll get over it. She’s been doing good all year, so what makes now any different? But it is very different. The calm atmosphere of her backyard is no match for the rambunctious setting of the Triple Crown. And she’s a fool for thinking differently.

So, she was panicking.

Y/N couldn’t even get up from her seat in her parent’s van because she was so shaky. Her father held her close, easing her back to reality and away from her tortuous mind. Of course, he offered to drive them back home and away from the competition, telling her again that she didn’t have to prove herself to anyone. But, she declined again. Because she needed to prove it to herself. She’s stronger than her mind lets on, and she needs to make sure she knows that.

When she slid off her board and sank her toes back into the warm sand after a very successful first round, landing her in the lead spot, she was finally able to breathe again.

People congratulated her on her comeback, astonished to see her doing better than ever before. Her parents embraced her with love and elation, so beyond happy to see her laughing and smiling and enjoying herself now that she’s progressing forward. Kalani of course is her number one supporter, practically jumping on her and screaming in her ear about how happy she is for her best friend.

Everyone was making their rounds hugging Y/N, and then it was Harry’s turn. They didn’t exactly embrace like the rest of them had, but he threw his arm over her shoulders and pulled her to his side, squeezing her to him softly before looking down at her and saying, “Absolutely wicked, love. Gotta teach me some of y’fancy moves.”

“You sure? They’re really only meant for the pros,” she teased, biting at her bottom lip to conceal her laughter as he scoffed.

“”Ey, no one likes a narcissist,” he shoved her shoulder softly, rolling his eyes as her laughter rang through his ears. “But, whaddya say? M’gonna need a good teacher if I wanna make it to the big leagues.”

Y/N simply shrugs without really thinking much into it, “Sure.” Her mind didn’t exactly process what she had agreed to until later that night, before she dozed off into her temporary slumber. Her eyes shot open and her body sat upright as an over dramatic gasp was inhaled into her lungs. Her mind had been all over the place with the competition that she didn’t realize that she had agreed to being alone with Harry for the first time since they'd met. Immediately she texted and called Kalani, to which she got laughed at in return.

“Kalani, this isn’t a laughing matter!”

A few miles away, Harry was snuggled into his bedsheets, a bright smile stretched across his face as he reveled in the idea that he finally was going to be alone with Y/N since the first time they’d met. His heart was jumping and his stomach was fluttering as he envisioned her pretty face behind his eyelids before he drifted off into his dream with her. 

“It so is! C’mon, Y/N, what have you got to lose? You have the same interests, he’s funny, he’s hot, and he clearly is into you. Enjoy something outside of surfing for once.”

Enjoy something outside of surfing for once.

That’s the thought that stuck in her mind, lingering around as she finally fell asleep, and then when she woke up, and when she was eating breakfast; And doing her chores; And hanging out with Kalani; And eating dinner; And then falling asleep again. Y/N didn’t even realize she had spent so much of her past year focusing on her career and health that she hasn’t done much of anything else.

She’s so grateful to be alive, but she’s hardly given herself the chance to live again.

Before her accident, she was always up for adventure and was always the life of any party. After her accident, she hasn’t even been to a party. She hasn’t been in a relationship in years, she hasn’t gone on a date in a long time, and she can’t even remember the last time she’s had sex or kissed a guy. She’s been so focused on her redemption, that she can’t remember the last time she was genuinely happy.

Going on this date, but also not a date -- but also clearly a date -- with Harry just may provide her with that. And she owes it to herself, to her past self, that her accident isn’t going to shape her life anymore.

Plus, she really enjoys Harry’s company. And even if she doesn’t show it so bluntly like him, she really likes him too.

The next day, Y/N and Kalani had gone out shopping, enjoying a nice girls day out. They had bought a few new varieties of swimsuits (as if they didn’t have enough) and a few other types of clothes, got some lunch, and even found time to watch a movie. And they did all of this right up until the moment Y/N decided it was time to text Harry. 

She wasn’t sure how to go about this, because she’s never really asked anyone on a date before, or followed up with plans (?) about a date. Kalani kept urging her to just rip the bandaid off and to get it over with, saying something along the lines of, “You’re not getting any younger. Plus, I think he’d slip right off his board at the sight of you in that new yellow suit you got.” It was just a simple bikini, but it showcased the majority of her skin that essentially left little to the imagination.

But, the thing is, whenever Y/N gets into the water around people, she can’t help but cover her torso with a wet-shirt, insecure of the imperfections that lined her skin. It’s rare she can bear to look at her skin, so she only assumes no one else would want to either. So, she’s not so sure he’ll fall off his board at the sight of her, but the thought is nice.

Y/N pulled out her phone and hovered over his contact for a good amount of time before Kalani grew impatient and snatched the phone from her friend’s hand. They wrestled around with each other to try and gain custody of the phone, but finally in the end Y/N was able to hold her phone tight in her hands before declaring, “Okay! Okay! I’m texting, I’m going.”

Kalani peaked over Y/N’s shoulder as she watched her type the allusive message to Harry, a proud smile carving over her lips as she watched her break down a barrier she had subconsciously put up. It isn’t by any means important to be in a relationship or to have a boyfriend, but Kalani knows deep down that Y/N was wishing to have that special connection only a relationship could provide -- a connection outside of the realm of friendships.

“There,” Y/N huffed, shoving the screen of her phone in her best friend’s face.

hii, if you’re still up to learn from a true professional, I’m available tonight :)

It wasn’t even ten seconds later that she got a reply.

Shit, I’ll be your best student, babe. I know a perfect spot, I’ll be at yours in an hour.

It was kind of amusing to Y/N that he said he knows a perfect spot, as if she hadn’t been living on this island all her life and practically knows it like that back of her hand. But, that miniscule thought was pushed to the very depths of her mind as panic coursed through her as she realized what she was getting herself into. She’s going on a date, not a date, but also a date with Harry, and a small hour wasn’t enough time to gain her composure. 

Fuck.

❊ ❊

It’s no surprise to Y/N when Harry shows up to her house a minute early. She’s half convinced that he had been waiting outside of her house for the past fifteen minutes until he finally stepped up on to the porch of her house, knocking rapidly on the door. It wasn’t an emergent knock that caused some sort of panic, but it was a frantic knock that screamed ‘let’s get the show on the road.’

When she opened the door, both of their breaths were robbed from their lungs. Y/N essentially looked like she always did but something about her glowed differently to Harry; maybe it was because she’s his for the night. For his eyes only. Just him and her. He was awestruck. 

Harry essentially looked like he always did but something about him radiated differently to Y/N. The same little smirk was nestled in its usual spot, but this one held a different meaning. It looked the same, but maybe it was different because it was just her and him tonight. He’s hers for the night. For her eyes only. Y/N was nervous.

Y/N left her board out on her porch so she wouldn’t have to walk around back when he got here, but she was silently wishing she didn’t so she’d get just a couple more seconds to get herself together. She just kept chanting, “It’s not a date!” in her head, in hopes it would make her feel better.

It didn’t.

Harry saw her board and tucked it under his left arm as he threw his right one over her shoulders guiding her his mode of transportation. It also wasn’t a surprise to Y/N to see Harry rolling up in a light yellow Jeep; the top down and the doors off, typical of any surfer dude, no matter where they originate.

“Her name’s Betty,” he smiled, walking around the back and giving her a quick tap on her rear end before stepping up to straddle Y/N’s board safely and securely.

Sliding through the empty passenger door to take her seat, Y/N was greeted by a familiar smell, a smell she could only associate with Harry. And even if she could never admit it, she loved it a lot. It was mouth-watering and intoxicating, and simply put, it was Harry. Even with the open atmosphere of the car, it was still drenched in this specific smell, and Y/N can’t help but giggle at the image of Harry spritzing whatever cologne into the car before arriving at her house.

A few moments later, Harry slid into the driver side, placing the sunglasses that were sitting on the dash over his eyes, shoving the key into the ignition and starting them on their journey to whatever beach he had envisioned. On the ride there, over the course of a few right turns and lefts and different exits on the highway, Y/N surprisingly had no idea where they were going. Did she think maybe he was gonna murder her? A bit. But, she felt comfortable around Harry. So, she felt it in her gut that she was going to come out alive from this… event.

When they got to the beach, it was about thirty minutes from Y/N’s house, and she had no idea where they were. They had to walk a short path to meet sand and ocean, but once they made it past the clearing, Y/N was in awe of the site ahead of her. People could think that seeing the ocean every day ruins the peaceful and magical aura surrounding it. But, Y/N never gets sick of greeting it. The sun was beginning to set, and the water was glowing with a yellow-pink hue by the horizon that blended into a bright blue by the shore. The cliff sides around them guarded the little alcove, feeding into the tranquil atmosphere.

“How did you find this place?” Y/N wondered as she kicked off her sandals, and shimmied her shorts down her legs before kicking them over her sandals. The yellow bottom of her bikini was visible, and she turned her head just as Harry took a large gulp at the sight of her in front of him; Just for him. Her blue wet-shirt stayed on though.

It piqued Harry’s interest as to why she never took off her shirt. He understood for the competitions, but even when it was just a casual outing, just him and her, or them and their friends, she always kept it on. It wasn’t his place to ask, but he wished she would’ve broken this barrier down just this once. Just for him. “Tha’s a secret for me to know and you to maybe find out.”

Y/N let out a giggle - why? she didn’t know - and turned her attention back to the boy that brought her here, her eyes nearly popping out of her head as she caught Harry taking off his white t-shirt, now only clad in his little pink shorts next to his little pink board. His skin looked extra dewy, and his tattoos seemed to glint under the setting sun. Before she could devour him with her eyes, she picked up her board and took it with her, running down to the water and shouting, “C’mon slow-poke, gotta get in the water before the sun sets!”

It wasn’t a surprise to Y/N that this didn’t keep on track of a teaching lesson. Harry doesn’t need to be taught, he’s amazing on his own. He pulled off his own tricks that Y/N didn’t even know the name of, and she was asking him to let her in on his little secrets. He locked his lips in return, throwing the imaginary key somewhere over his shoulder, “Y’think I’m g’na tell you? I’m far too narcissistic to let you beat me at my own game.”

“Who said I’m gonna beat you?”

“Have you met you?”

There’s a reason Y/N’s name circulates throughout people’s brains, why her name is common in any Hawaiian household, why Harry was itching to meet her. She’s good at what she does. Insanely good that it’s kind of concerning. Not everyone can come back from a life-altering experience, but Y/N took those stereotypes and crushed them beneath the tail of her infamous yellow surfboard. She reveled in the doubts and came back stronger than ever. Of course she would beat him at his own game. She’s the only one who could.

There wasn’t any telling how long they had been riding wave after wave, in the water with no one else but just each other. But, the sun almost halfway past the horizon line was a good giveaway. They were probably nearing the two hour mark, and they knew they couldn’t stay out here all night, but Jesus, how they wished they could. Y/N wasn’t expecting to be so content, thinking this would be some strange, awkward, uncomfortable time they would want to forget about the moment they left each other’s sides.

It’s the opposite.

Just for him. Just for her.

They both laid on their boards, limbs sprawled out and dangling into the water as their bodies shut down in exhaustion. Y/N can’t remember the last time she went so long without taking at least a ten minute break. Her body was most definitely not used to it as she felt her back mold into her little yellow board, accepting the relaxation. When she finally opened her eyes back up, she turned her head to the side, admiring Harry’s profile as his arms were pulled over his head, the skin of his torso being stretched, which also stretched the ink that adorned him.

Y/N got lost in the mirage that is Harry, that she didn’t even realize he had turned his head and caught her ogling. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that her eyes snapped to his, heat traveling up through her body and rushing to her cheeks. “M’eyes are up here, love.”

“Uh- right. Yeah, I know.”

“Cool. Hey d’y’wanna play twenty questions?” He asked, sitting up to straddle his board and paddling himself around so he was facing her. 

Y/N squinted her eyes, “Are we children?”

“I mean, I guess not. Doesn’t stop my five year old humor though,” he smiled, kicking his foot up to splash her with an inkling of water as his childlike, petty comeback. “You ask first.”

Y/N pushed her hand through the water to spray him in an ounce of sea salt before turning her head back to the sky, contemplating her first question. “Mm… favorite color?” She already knew the answer.

“And you asked me if we’re children? C’mon, darling, know you wanna know more than tha’. Pink. What was your first impression of me?” He wiggled his eyebrows, even though she couldn’t see his face. This has been one of those things that’s been nagging at the back of his mind ever since they first met. Their first encounter wasn’t awkward per-se, but the fleeting moment of introduction wasn’t exactly one worth remembering either. But, Harry was always going to remember it. And depending on Y/N’s answer, he hopes she will too.

At this, she turned her head back to Harry, hand covering her eyes as the sun glared at them over the reflective water. It was a sight to behold, seeing Harry glow in the golden hour light. “Intimidating. But, also unique,” she began, moving to sit herself up and paddle her board around so she was now facing him. “You remind me of a singular cloud in an otherwise clear sky. You’re not meant to be there, yet you’re not out of place.”

Harry sat for a moment, staring. Completely in awe. Head over heels. Never would’ve guessed those words to be the ones tumbling from her lips. It was the way she didn’t hesitate in her sentence, as if those words had been formulated a while ago and just now was she able to spew it from her wordbank. Just for him. “Fuck, that was beautiful. Your turn.”

“Do you really think you’re better off alone?”

Harry pursed his lips, looking off into the distance for a brief moment before shrugging, “I do. But, I don’t. If it comes down to going back to my family and friends from home or being alone, I’ll choose being alone.” And he wanted to sprinkle in the little bonus that he doesn’t feel alone when he’s around her, but something tells him that’ll just turn her away. “What’re you so afraid of?”

It’s a brash question Y/N wasn’t expecting to be thrown at her so suddenly. She has a mix of answers, and there’s a specific one flashing in her mind like a bright, neon yellow sign, but she’s not certain how comfortable she is with telling him yet. Though, she notices that whatever question she could throw his way, he’d answer it truthfully, not scared of opening himself up, just for her. She wants to be brave like that, and maybe she can be, but she’s not sure how.

It comes as a surprise to her when she does say, “I’m scared of going through everything that happened last year all over again. Everyone’s afraid of dying, or at least most people are, but experiencing death… there’s really no coming back from that. ”

“Experiencing it?” He looks at her wide-eyed.

“What, you haven’t heard of what happened last year?” She looks at him, eyebrows scrunched. 

“Only know you had some accident. No offense, but I didn’t really bother myself with reading the fine print,” he shrugs, running his pruney fingers through his salted hair. He didn’t know if he wanted to read it, especially not with the sudden news that apparently this very alive, lively girl in front of him… died? He doesn’t think he could stomach reading about that.

Y/N hasn’t met a single person who hasn’t heard about what happened to her. Or at least the details of it. In reality she doubts anyone outside of Hawaii knows of her existence, but in her world it was the biggest news to affect the state in a while -- aside from, like, actual serious matters, her accident was up there on the news.

She evades his second question though, not wanting to cough up the traumatic details of her past; not yet at least. “Well, it’s my turn anyway. Why surfing?”

“I could just look it up, but I get it; you’ll tell me when you’re ready,” he gave her a playful look, pursing his lips while giving her a pointed stare. “It’s different. England isn’t known for surfing. It’s known for rain and football. But, with every possible detail of m’life, I wanted to make sure I was different. My dad wanted me to become a professional footy player, so I said no. M’mum wanted me to go and get a degree and a real job. I didn’t want that. So, I turned to surfing,” he swung his arms around, gesturing to the vast sea and the board below him.

“Plus, it’s given me an excuse to leave home and come here. And y’know, so I could meet you.”

Y/N felt a small blush creep up her skin again, her eyes shooting down to her lap and her feet that were distorted under the water. Harry’s infatuation with the girl isn’t a secret, but anytime he purposely makes it known, it’s like a little secret that she’s unsure if she’s supposed to know or not. “Meet me?”

Harry kicked his foot up again so water would splash at her. “Uh-uh, my turn,” he laughed, shaking his head. He knew she thought she was slick at the way she bit her lip, containing her laughter. If she wants to play by the rules of the nonsensical game, then so will he. “Sunrise or sunset?”

“Sunset. Favorite song?” She wanted to reel back from the serious talk for a moment.

“Too many to choose from. Favorite movie?” He wanted to know every nitty-gritty detail about her.

She pondered for a moment, “Mamma Mia.”

“No shit! Me too!” His mouth dropped in shock, his hand flying up to his chest. 

“Really?”

“No,” he shook his head, immediately blocking the massive splash he sensed coming. 

Y/N rolled her eyes, huffing at him whilst crossing her arms over her torso, “Are you always so insufferable?”

“S’my middle name, babe. You hungry?” He laid himself down on his board on his belly, paddling himself to face the beach, ready to make a head start for the beach. Y/N hummed a response, following in suit and settling her stomach against the belly of the board and pushing herself to land. “Cool, let’s go get something to eat then I’ll take you home.”

Y/N’s legs felt weak, yet appreciative back on the sand. It felt like she was walking on Jell-O as she went to pick up her towel and clothes. Looking down to her shirt, she knew it was out of the question to let him see her take it off. And she could turn her back so he wouldn’t see her front -- whether or not it’s clad in a bikini top -- but even then her heart raced at the thought. She held her t-shirt in her hands and thought it over for a moment before blurting, “Could you turn around please?”

Harry looked up from checking his phone quickly, tilting his head in confusion before looking down to the shirt in her hands. The dots are connected and the bright neon pink sign in his head is telling him to listen to her, and not to question it. So, he doesn’t. Just for her. It’s still unbeknownst to Harry why she never takes her shirt off, but he knows better than to think with his dick, and accepts her wishes, turning his back to her. 

Y/N lets out a small breath of relief, grateful he didn’t question her on it. She’s quick to rip off her shirt and pat dry her wet skin before hastily throwing on her dry one, giving Harry the OK to turn back around. 

“Sorry, I just… I’m not comfortable with anyone seeing my, uh, my scar,” she mumbles, nervously moving her hair from one shoulder over to the other. Harry shrugs in response, picking his board up from the ground and wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they began their walk back to his car.

“You don’ have to explain yourself to me, babe,” he smiled down at her, squeezing her to his side softly.

Y/N looked up at him, and she’s sure that if she could see herself right now, her eyes would be twinkling in delight, with adoration. Just for him. “Thank you.”

They didn’t say anything else for a few minutes, walking the distance to his lonesome Jeep in peace. The silence gave Y/N time to think and to mull over all of the gushy feelings she was feeling inside about the guy beside her. She had no reason not to like him, realizing it was only fear that was pushing her away. But, this night displayed a soft side to Harry that she fell head over heels for. His smooth, easy-going approach to life, mixed in with respect for her, and a hint of witty humor was enough to tell her how she truly feels about him. And she’s scared, not because she’s afraid, but because she’s not.

Y/N can find herself easily opening up to Harry quicker than she has anyone else because she trusts him. She can just tell he’s got nothing to hide, so in-turn she wants to be the same. She doesn’t want to cower away, but revel in happiness. Because she deserves it.

Harry quickly secured the boards back into their previous spots before sliding into the driver side and whisking them away from their little getaway. The wind swept through their hair and chilled their still slightly wet skin, causing goosebumps to trail up Y/N’s arm as chills raked through her body. This time around in the car they both were more laid back, not singing along to the songs playing on the radio but rather just listening and taking in the blissful atmosphere they’ve created.

There’s been one question dancing across her mind though ever since he brought up the little game of twenty questions. It was the first one to pop up in her mind when she was thinking of something juicy to ask. She didn’t want to ask it though, in fear of what his answer would be. But, now she’s not afraid. She’s curious though.

“Is this a date?” She queried, turning the volume of the radio down a bit so he could hear her and vice versa. 

Harry glanced at her through his peripheral, one eyebrow cocking up on his forehead, “Is the sky blue?”

“I mean, right now it’s like orange-blue,” she retorted, looking at the newly sun-ridden sky that blended shades of orange into the usual night blue. 

“Brainiac. There’s your answer. It’s however you want to look at it,” he digressed, reaching over to pat her thigh - in more of a friendly manner rather than sensual.

She appreciated his answer, absolutely adoring the fact that he wasn’t putting pressure on her about anything. It was hard to comprehend just how nice he truly is, and how someone could be so perfect. She couldn’t see a flaw in his looks or his personality or his morals, and all she could wonder was how someone like him could possibly like someone like her. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you, Harry.”

He side glanced at her again, this time raising both of his eyebrows in puzzlement, “I’ll take tha’ as a good thing?”

“It’s good. It’s… it’s a good thing.”

❊ ❊

The two of them had discussed where they wanted to go, neither of them wanting to decide and going back and forth with one another, saying, “No, you decide,” “No you.”

Y/N was never good at decisions, especially mundane ones like where to eat. She always lets Kalani decide because she could eat anything, and it’s her friend that’s the picky one. But, Harry is the same way. Whatever is put in front of him, he could probably eat (except for pickles, he absolutely hates pickles).

They settled for pizza. And it was going to be Harry’s first time trying a slice of Hawaiian.

Y/N hates Hawaiian slices, finding the sweetness of the pineapple and the savor of the ham unsettling atop her pizza. It sends her taste buds into shock and her mind into a meltdown. But, she insisted he try it, because how could someone be in Hawaii and not try its state-named slice?

They sat at their little table in the corner of the restaurant that was alongside a window, giggling to themselves as they played a little game of eye-spy, waiting for their food. For some odd reason, Harry was really good at this game, always picking the hardest of objects to point out, always stumping a frustrated Y/N.

“You’re cheating.”

“How the fuck am I cheating?”

“Dunno, you just are.”

And in retaliation to her accusation, Harry pointed to her shirt, stating she got a little soda on it, causing her to look down to her chest and see nothing but finger as he flicked her nose. “Too easy. Sore loser.”

Y/N huffed, sticking her tongue out at him. The playful banter between them was the best part of their days lately. Before Y/N even realized her feelings for Harry, she always looked forward to what they would bicker about -- in a friendly matter of course. Now, she constitutes that to just wanting to see him because she really enjoys his company, and him. 

It’s been a long time since she’s felt this way about anyone, and she’s sort of glad she gets to feel this way about Harry. He’s an enigma, but a good one. She’s totally transfixed by him and she never wants this euphoria to end. He radiates this bright and bubbly energy that lifts her mood whenever she’s around him, and she’s afraid of losing that. But, she chooses not to dwell on the what-if, instead completely basking in the present and his gooey aura of happiness. 

When the food finally came out, they both were quick to stuff their faces, their stomachs practically turning inside-out from how hungry they were. It came to no surprise to Harry that he was absolutely in love with this Hawaiian slice, already looking forward to ordering two more. 

Y/N looked at him a tad worried. He was scoffing down three slices as if there were no tomorrow, all within a matter of two minutes. She was slightly worried he was going to reach over and take her dinner, because that’s how hungry he seemed to be. But, he should know better than to get between Y/N and her food. Like the one time he tried to take some of her fries, to which she punched him in the shoulder and then took them back.

“Hey, y’gonna eat that?” He points to her not yet touched slice of pizza, earning a glare that could kill in response. “Cool, you are, just making sure. Can’t let precious food go t’waste. It’s my turn for a question right?”

Y/N thinks back for a second to determine if he’s right or not, remembering she did ask a question last. She nodded her head before biting into her little piece of heaven. 

“Was it hard getting back in the water?”

She brought her napkin up to her mouth to wipe away the drop of sauce she felt on her cheek, mulling over her answer. “Kinda. I knew I had to eventually because it’s all I know, it was just a matter of when. My parents were terrified, and I mean I was too but I can’t let that dictate my future. I love surfing and nothing is going to take that away from me.”

Not even something as horrifying as death could take her away from her true love. Not until she’s truly six-feet under, riding silver waves in the silver palace. 

“Do you think you’re going to stay here? In Hawaii?” Y/N wondered, taking a sip of her Coke.

“Got nowhere else to be,” he shrugged, mindlessly tapping his fingers on the table in an arrhythmic pattern. “Home is where the heart is, right? Well, think mine’s here right now.” Across from her. Just for her.

Home is where the heart is.

“Does it count if my heart isn’t mine?”

Last year, Y/N was going about her day like she always did. She was fine, in tip-top shape just like she had been for the past twenty years of her life. The bright sun was out and shining over all of the surfers and onlookers, and it seemed just like every other regular day. She was paddling out into the water, and the perfect, golden first wave was approaching her. She pushed herself up onto her feet, balancing her body, in tune with the wave, executing a nearly perfect opener. Then, she felt her chest tighten and her body suddenly felt weak. Breathing rapidly grew difficult, causing her to instantly panic. She fell off her board, plummeting into the water, trying to gasp for air but choking on the sea that swimmed down her throat. 

Feeling herself sink as her chest was on fire was the last she remembered. The baby blue sky blended into black and that was it. Her life was over. 

Kalani was the one who went in after her, screaming for help as her best friend was blue in the face and not moving. 

Y/N suffered a heart attack. Apparently, she had a condition called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, that went unnoticed all her life. On this day, her heart had thickened extensively, making it difficult to pump blood to the rest of her body. The strain on her heart caused it to give out, right when she was feeling the high of riding a solid wave. She was pronounced dead for a total of forty-five seconds before EMT could revive her. Supposedly she’s lucky to be alive, because if not treated basically instantly, there’s a slim chance of survival. But, she was able to stick it out until the hospital.

Her heart was in brutal shape, so she was sent to the top of a donor waiting list. Y/N and her family are forever grateful for the team of doctors and nurses that stuck by her side, knowing she wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them. Or her sheer luck.

Y/N felt a little crazy for feeling so comfortable spilling all of this information so suddenly to Harry, but at the same time she didn’t. And the best part about it is that none of it seems to freak Harry out. Nothing about who she is or how she is scares him. And that’s what makes her feel so comfortable. “My scar, it’s from a heart transplant. I had a heart condition all my life apparently. Then suddenly one day, it couldn’t handle it anymore, so it gave out. A girl named Shauna’s heart is keeping me alive right now.”

Harry didn’t blink for a whole minute.

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, trying to come up with something, anything to say to the girl across from him. But, he had nothing. He didn’t know what to say.

His silence was a little concerning to Y/N, making her wish she could just be swallowed whole by the ground below her. Was it too soon to drop the HT bomb? He was bound to find out eventually, and she figured it was best to rip the bandaid off on her own time rather than someone else telling him or him looking it up on Google. 

She’s kicking herself over it. 

Harry cleared his throat, taking a sip of his water before licking his lips and leaning back in his chair. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Y/N merely shrugged, “Don’t be. Shit happens. Who knows, if it never happened we may not be here now.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, his signature small smirk back on his face in its usual spot. He raised his glass, leaning it forward a bit toward her, stating, “Cheers to that, babe.” She raised her own glass and clinked it against his, a smile on her lips as she sucked up the remaining bit of her soda through her straw. She’s happy he didn’t turn and run away.

Cheers to that, babe.

By the time they both filled their guts to the point of feeling overstuffed, mindlessly chatting and spending time together, it was already past ten o’clock. The time had passed them by like it was nothing, but they weren’t necessarily complaining. The older couple next to them were though. Y/N had to pull Harry out of the restaurant before he bit the woman’s head off for how rude she was. That’s when they knew it was time to skedaddle.

Then they just drove around for another hour before Harry figured it was time to bring her home, much to his dismay. But, when her head lolled against the passenger seat headrest and her eyes would softly shut in exhaustion. He wanted desperately to reach over and tuck the loose strand of hair that fell out of her ponytail, behind her ear. He wanted to reach over and place his hand on her thigh as they drove down the highway, softly squeezing her skin before teasingly inching up towards her hidden gem.

Is it too soon to be in love?

It was like a slap in the face when Harry parked in front of her house. Reality stuck its nose into their little wonderland bubble, and unfortunately, they couldn’t push it back out.

Harry hopped out of his seat, unfastening her board from the trunk and tucking it under his arm as they walked side-by-side to her front door. He gently placed it down where he had initially found it earlier on, tucking his lips into his mouth as he stuck his hands in his pockets.

“I uh… I guess this is it. I had a really ni-”

“I’ve got one more question before you leave me,” he interrupted her little speech, stepping impossibly closer to her, barricading her between him and the banister on her porch. It wasn’t hard to notice the long stares at her shiny lips that glinted in the dull yellow glow of the light by the door. He purposely took extra time to rake over the features of her face before finally meeting her eyes. 

Y/N swallowed nothing but air as she softly bit at her bottom lip, “Yeah?”

She already knew his question.

“Can I kiss you?”

He already knew her answer.

Y/N slyly looked at him, bringing her hands up, a bit hesitant to rest on his shoulders. “I thought this wasn’t a date.”

“Sky’s blue.” Y/N looks up at the sky and notices it’s dark blue hue, twinkling stars layers on top, surrounding the fullest, brightest moon. It was a beautiful sky, perfect to share a first kiss under.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers as his hands came up to her hips. Her eyes fluttered shut, waiting for the climactic moment to overcome them, the air of the night chilling up her spine.

But, then she felt fiery, red hot as their lips locked together in a soft kiss. It was as soft as they felt towards one another. This giddy, slow paced, admiring kiss that had their insides melting but their hearts pounding. This kiss is exactly how Y/N images Harry. A pale yellow that’s not harsh on the eyes, that resonates happiness. Harry imagines it as a hot pink, one that takes his breath away and captures his mind.

It wasn’t long before it turned heated, Harry’s tongue sweeping into her mouth, and one of his hands travelling further south to grab hold of the flesh of her behind. Y/N let out a soft moan into his mouth as her hands tangled into his mound of curls, tugging softly on his roots.

Then the disturbing image of either one of her parents opening the front door at any moment flashed across her eyes, causing her to pull back, kissing his bottom lip softly before trailing her thumb over the swollen skin and opening her eyes to look into his gaudy, green ones.

The sounds of their breaths mingled together as tired smiles adorned their faces, little giggles leaving each of their mouths as they basked in what just happened. All Harry could think was, ‘It’s about damn time.’ All Y/N could think was, ‘Why did I ever push him away?’

“My turn,” she spoke after a few moments, standing up straighter and fixing her shirt around her body. “Pick me up tomorrow?”

A wide, shit-eating grin spread out across Harry’s face as he ran his hand through his mangled curls. “Sunrise. If y’not in this exact spot in the morning, m’knocking the door down and dragging you out by y’hair.” He hopped down off the porch, completely skipping the steps as the adrenaline of their first kiss kicked into his system.

“Sunrise,” she agreed.

He hopped back into the driver’s side of his Jeep, throwing his hand up in a goodbye wave as he sped away, already counting down the seconds until he would see his golden ray of bright and bubbly sunshine again. He’s not so sure if he’ll be able to fall asleep.

Y/N didn’t have that same problem. The moment she landed on her bed, her eyes shut faster than the speed of light, her last conscious thought being of Harry. Her smile never leaving her face. 

❊ ❊

Meeting at sunrise had become part of their routine. Not always to surf, but just to be together. Sometimes they surfed at their little alcove, other times they would watch the sun from her backyard, snuggled up in blankets on the beach. Or, they would surf, get breakfast, then fall back asleep in his bed until a more decent hour of morning.

But, their day always began at sunrise. It would be the equivalent to say that it also ended at sunset, but sunset was always too soon to part ways. 

This wasn’t an everyday occurrence, mostly at random. Except for Sundays. Sundays are specifically their day, as per request of Harry. How could he be in love with a girl that coined yellow as her color, that had a smile as bright as the huge burning star, that claimed golden hour was prime sun time, and not deem Sunday as their day? He didn’t put any second thought into it.

Despite their sort of fast paced first date, they’ve been taking things slow, truly getting used to the feel of one another over the course of the next couple of months. It wasn’t until a month later that Harry popped the question, officially making Y/N his forever buddy-buddy. Well, not necessarily forever, but they both know it’s basically forever.

Harry never wants to be alone again.

It wasn’t until the night after they became official that Y/N finally took her shirt off in front of him. She was going through one of her episodes, and Harry was the only one around who could help her. He managed to calm her down and bring her inside her house - that was empty because her parents had gone out for the night - and get her to the bathroom so she could take a shower.

Initially, he was going to let her get in by herself, knowing her boundaries in regards to her body and not seeing it. But, when he saw how worn down she looked, he whispered words of reassurance in her ear, asking her permission to help get her in the shower. He wasn’t thinking with his dick, he just wanted to help the girl that didn’t know how to help herself.

Y/N looked him in the eyes, nibbling softly on her bottom lip before averting her attention to her chest for a few moments. She trusts him, and if they’re bound to work out, she needs him to be comfortable with seeing all aspects of her both mentally and physically. Which includes her scar. 

So, she nods her head in agreement.

She lifted her arms and allowed him to remove her shirt, immediately feeling self-conscious. She couldn’t look him in the eyes as she stepped out of her shorts and underwear, going into the shower to avoid any lingering stares. Harry was quick to follow behind her, shutting the curtain after him. That’s when Y/N turned around and completely broke down, the tears that have been building behind her eyes finally pouring out. Harry wrapped her in his arms, letting her cry her eyes out for however long she needed.

When she stopped, Harry washed her hair, washed her body, washed away her bad thoughts, then washed himself as fast as he could so he could get her into her bed for the night. She snuggled up to his side, enjoying the warmness of his body that contrasted her cool ones. 

That night when her parents came home, they spotted Harry’s Jeep in front of their house. Though when the house was eerily quiet, and found the door to her bedroom slightly ajar, they peeked inside and saw the two of them fast asleep. Parents usually would get angry at the sight of their child in bed with someone of a different gender, but not Y/N’s parents.

Over the last two months, they saw their daughter break back out of her shell, slowly returning to her former self, and all because of Harry. They saw how happy she became whenever he was around, or they’d overheard happy she was when just talking about him to Kalani. How could they ever get angry at the fact that Y/N was happy?

With the blossoming of their relationship taking place at the same time as the Vans Triple Crown, word got around fast and soon enough they were the star couple leading the ranks in their respective divisions. The world -- or really the surfing world, because no one really pays attention to professional surfers, was in awe of them. They were the hype of the news, of the town, of the state. Rightfully so, because they’re awfully cute. 

It came as no surprise to everyone when the two were crowned the champions. The press went wild with this one, stating there was some scam happening behind the scenes, because what were the odds that this new star couple could both win? Or, how could Harry, a newbie, shoot his way up to the top in just one year? Or, how could Y/N dominate with her physical ailments? 

There wasn’t a hoax and there wasn’t any cheating. They both were just that good.

The day of the final competition, they may have worked just a little harder to land the championship title. Harry had picked Y/N up and they traveled to their secret hideaway bright and early in the morning. After being out at a party the night before, the two were in no shape to get in the water already, opting to snooze under the shade of a cliff on the beach for a little while. 

They didn’t sleep for very long before they got wrapped up in one another, indulging in a morning session of intimate love. They slept for maybe an hour before Y/N was ready to get her swim on, but Harry was the biggest sack of lazy mush that morning. He didn’t want to get up for nothing. He was laying down on his surfboard, completely comfortable under the shade. Y/N tried tugging on his arms to get him up, but he wouldn’t budge, a half-sleepy and dazed smile on his lips.

At one point he tugged her back, causing her to land on his lap, legs straddling his hips as her face crashed into his chest. His arms wrapped around her back, securing him to her as he said, “See? Isn’t this so much better than physical activity?”

“C’mon tubby, we got shit to do,” Y/N giggled, but Harry just held onto her tighter and nuzzled his cheek to the top of her head.

He hummed, “S’comfortable here.”

Y/N didn’t know what else to do, so the only maneuver left was bribery. Harry’s no different than any guy in the sense that once sex is brought into the mix, his ears perk up and his dick stiffens. So, Y/N was going to use that to her advantage. “If you get up, you can fuck me all night tonight.”

Harry was quick to sit up, her still in his lap, eyes squinted in suspicion. Y/N bit her lip to refrain from laughing, but she was mentally patting herself on the back. His hands shifted down her back to grab onto the flash of her behind, pulling her center closer to his and building up a bit of friction. “How about right now and tonight?”

“I can’t be exhausted for today, H,” Y/N rolled her eyes, moving to get herself off his lap, but he kept her grounded.

“You don’t ‘ave to get in the water now. You’ve practiced, you’re prepared, you got this. The championship is practically in your hands already,” he disclosed, peppering kisses up the side of her neck, a few across her jawline, and then landing on her lips.

Even if that may be true, she doesn’t want that to stop her from putting effort and time into winning. “Harry…” she started, getting lost in the feel of his lips suckling a lovebite right in the crook of her neck, her most sweet spot. He lifted his hips up slightly, pushing against her heat, eliciting the smallest moan from her mouth.

“Bet y’soaking your suit. Can I see?”

They only have a limited amount of time before they need to get to the Northshore at Ehukai Beach Park for the competition. It was about a forty-five minute drive alone. But, Harry’s lips and fingers were way too persuasive, so Y/N nodded her head.

“Good girl.”

He lifted her up so her back was now against the belly of his pink board, her legs immediately wrapped around his broad shoulders as he placed a chaste kiss to her clothed core. She whined as he hooked his fingers into her bikini bottoms, dragging them tortuously slow down her legs. His eyes immediately attracted themselves to her glistening slit, her wetness practically inviting him in. “So fucking pretty, baby.”

Harry’s hands pushed her legs as far apart as they would go, licking a fat stripe up from her little hole to her sensitive clit. Y/N threw her head back as he focused his attention on her clit, swirling his tongue around the little bud before sucking it into his mouth. She was a whimpering mess, but that earned her a smack on the ass and a first warning from Harry.

“No one’s around. Let me hear you loud and clear,” he gave her a pointed look, keeping their eye contact as he went a little further south, pushing the tip of his tongue into her cunt. Y/N tried closing her legs around his head but Harry just pushed them open further, keeping a firm grip on her thighs that were bound to leave bruises. Bruises just for her. 

Her jaw fell slack, moans tumbling past her pink lips louder and louder. Her nails dug into his shoulders, most likely leaving scratches he’ll find later when they’re stinging in the shower. Just for him.

Y/N was growing restless as he inserted his middle and ring finger inside of her, pushing and pulling them at an intense pace that caused her toes to curl in the sand by his hips. When he managed to push his index finger in alongside the other two, Y/N began to see stars at the stretch of her walls.

“So tight f’me. Imagine it was my cock instead. Would feel so good and full, but you’d be too exhausted for later, hm?” He cooed, letting her adjust to the extra digit inside of her before fucking her harder and faster than before. He kissed up her tummy that was visible from under her shirt before landing his forehead against hers.

His free hand grabbed a hold of her jaw, making her face him which caused her eyes to open up quickly, locking eye contact with one another. “S’a shame. M’so hard, like a fucking rock. But you’ll be too tired.”

Teasingly, Y/N nodded her head in agreement, earning a hard glare from her lover. At this, he stopped the movement of his fingers, slowly pulling them out of her. Y/N’s mouth opened wide, her eyebrows scrunching in confusion as Harry sucked his fingers past his lips, indulging in her sweetness that tasted like a little sliver of heaven. 

“Wh-wha…?”

“Close y’mouth, Y/N. Gonna catch flies,” he smirked, reaching over for her bikini bottoms and sliding them back up her legs until they were nestled against her soaking wet, throbbing pussy. “Said it y’self. Can’t be exhausted for the finale today, gotta be quick on your feet and coasting the gnarliest waves. C’mon slow poke, gotta get some practice in.”

So, Y/N was pissed off to say the least. And because of this, she was extra determined to push herself as far as she could to come out on top today. Harry on the other hand, well he was just mad that he had an insane hard-on that his own girlfriend didn’t want to tend to. He should’ve expected his little stunt wouldn’t go over nicely, but the look on her face when he stopped was absolutely priceless.

When it was announced that Y/N and Harry had won in their divisions everyone was beyond elated at the news, cheers and hugs and kisses spread all around the group. Though when it was their turn to congratulate each other, they looked at each other, small smiles on their faces before they turned to make conversation with someone else. That didn’t stop them from reaching for one another though, slyly interlocking their hands together.

They were whisked away quickly for pictures, holding their trophies high in the air, the biggest smiles on their faces. Y/N’s parents were cheering them on, more specifically her because they were so proud she was able to take her life back. Y/N could cry at the sight of her mother being a blubbering mess, and her dad’s admiration sparkling across his eyes. Though, with the support of her family, Y/N’s mind couldn’t help but wonder about Harry’s family, and how they couldn’t support their son with what he loved. 

With this, Y/N squeezed his hand harder, and despite the cameras around them, she leaned up on her tiptoes and placed a kiss to his lips, the clicks of the cameras and the chatter of the crowd increasing. But, neither of them cared as they looked at one another, full of love.

Because that’s what this was. Love.

It didn’t matter that they had only met a little over three months ago, only dating for two months. They were in love. And that’s all that mattered.

Going out to dinner that night, they hardly left each other’s sides. They were being that obnoxious clingy couple that no one likes being around, but they didn’t care. Because they both knew they were in love. An unspoken love that didn’t have to be announced because the whole world knew, and so did they.

“Cheers to the love birds! And for the love of God, could you stop looking at each other like that,” AJ gagged, causing everyone to laugh before they clinked glasses.

When they left the restaurant, Harry and Y/N hopped into Betty, driving around for a little while before they decided to stay at his for the night. It was when the wind was blowing in her hair again, the moon shining above them and shining through her hair, his hand gently on her thigh, squeezing softly in contrast to that morning, that Harry truly felt it. This love that he has for this girl. Love that’s meant just for her. Her, and only her.

This gushy feeling was put on hold for a little while though the moment they walked through the door of his apartment. Y/N was bent over the arm of his living room couch, her one leg bent and on the armrest beside her while the other was trying its best to keep her steady on the ground. Harry’s fist was wrapped up in her hair, proving to make it more difficult for her to keep her balance. Though she wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“What’s the matter, babe? You said I could fuck you all night.” Harry’s hot breath coated the shell of her ear, “Y’tired?”

She gasped at a particularly hard thrust that felt like it had hit against her cervix, trying to get the word No out in between her moans and whimpers. 

“Hope not. Had me aching all day for your tiny cunt. M’gonna need a few hours to really appreciate it.” She could feel his menacing smirk against her skin as he again thrusted so far deep inside of her, her one leg gave out. If it wasn’t for Harry holding her up, she would’ve fell right over, too weak to even try and get back up.

They went twice on the couch before Harry helped her get to the shower, where they did it again. And then when they finally cleaned themselves, they got into bed, where they did it again, but this one could be classified under love-making. It was slow and sensual and sweet, just like them. Harry paid extra attention to her scar, trailing down the tissue with soft kisses as they softly climaxed together.

It was a little past midnight at this point, and they were both extremely tired. Y/N was on the brink of dozing off into dreamland before Harry interrupted her exhaustion. 

“We never finished our game of twenty questions, did we?” He murmured, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Y/N lazily opened her eyes, shaking her head, “Don’t believe so.”

“Think it’s my turn,” he hummed. “Do you love me?”

There was silence for a brief couple of seconds, making Harry think Y/N had dozed off before answering his question. But, Y/N just needed those seconds to collect her mushed thoughts inside of her mushy brain before giving him a coherent and valid response.

“Yeah. I do.”

Harry smiled, probably the biggest he’s ever smiled, leaning down and taking hold of her face and smashing their lips together in a ceremonious kiss.

“Sick. Ditto, Sunshine.”

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Flightless Birds Chapter Three; Where Birds Belong

Chapter One Here

Chapter Two Here

Chapter Four Here

Chapter Five Here

Summary: After visiting Kouten in the hospital, Y/n gets more and more ‘gifts’ from their stalker. But what are they supposed to do when it gets to be too much? Make a huge mistake, that’s what.

Word Count: 2.4K Words

Warnings: cursing, intrusive thoughts, mentions of masturbation, unwanted sexual letters, threats, police officers, implied drugging

Other: the first half of this chapter was meant to be in the previous chapter, but since Tumblr is a bitch I couldn’t do that and it was pushed here. 

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Numb. 

Was that the right word to describe how you were feeling?

Your heart was hammering away in your chest, and your whole body felt light as a feather.

Your head was foggy, and you felt like the world beneath you was shifting, tumbling around like the tectonic plates of your life were slamming and crashing into each other.

When you arrived at home, there was another ‘gift’ waiting for you. You picked it up and brought it inside. You knew you should probably just ignore all the packages and throw them away, but you just couldn’t.

Why? Why must your curiosity be satiated like this?

Today, it was a teddy bear. A red string was wrapped around its neck. You sighed, setting it on the nightstand with the other ‘gifts.’ 

More and more gifts started to arrive over the next week and a half. Clothes you’d expressed interest in, small shiny things, key-chains, and a couple more dead animals. You were sick and tired of it, and you were stressed out of your mind.

You hadn’t slept in days, you were hardly eating, your weird stalker had started leaving notes talking about you. They knew things about you that they shouldn’t know, it was getting to be too much. You felt heavy and cotton-headed. 

Calls from unknown numbers appeared every day now, and most of them included you just saying ‘hello?’ Into the phone until the caller hung up.

You were so tired, and so freaked out. 

Paranoia flooded your mind about your stalker breaking into your house and hurting you. 

But you felt so selfish. All your stalker was doing was creeping you out. You hadn’t actually been hurt yet, however Kouten was in the fucking hospital! He had almost been killed and you were worried about a few creepy notes.

How much of a horrible person were you?

You had one comfort; him. 

Izanagi.

You’d been spending less and less time at your flat, and more time with Izanagi. You spent every other night at his house, and you’d gotten so used to sleeping in the same bed as him that you felt you couldn’t sleep without his gentle touches and soft breaths.

Everything about him calmed you, his gentle green eyes, the constellation of freckles on his cheeks, that one tooth in his mouth that was twisted to the left, the days when he forgot to do laundry and you had to fold his clothes, you loved it all.

Your feet hit the pavement too hard as you approached your home. The stray tabby cat of your neighborhood dashing away from your front door as you approached.

You looked down, exhausted.

There was a rectangle of white on your welcome mat, your name printed in the fancy kanji of your stalker’s handwriting.

You slowly lifted it off of the ground, entering your home. Everything was quiet…

Too quiet.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, flinching at the sound of the mattress creaking under your weight. Slowly, you peeled open the envelope, unfolding the letter. Your eyes scanned down the words, nervous.

Dear Y/n.

You’ve been getting all my presents, right? Gosh I do hope you enjoy them. I can’t believe I’m finally writing you a letter! It’s so exhilarating, you know? 

I’ve never felt like this before, ever. Nothing even came close. God Y/n, I’m so in love with you! Do you know? I’ve been courting you this whole time! We’re birds of a feather, both lazy as fuck but so vulnerable.

I wish I didn’t have to hurt Yuu like I did, but that little bitch had to die. Unfortunately he survived, how tragic.

You stopped reading looking up for a moment. You were right! Your stalker had been connected to Kouten’s attack! That… didn’t feel very nice. You thought you’d feel better about it, but now you just felt sick.

It was your fault Kouten was hurt.

I could understand he was close to you, I hated that. I would have gone for Fujikawa, but he’s surprisingly cautious. You’d think he’d be more reckless, being as fucking stupid as he is, but nooo. 

I’ll have mercy on him, I’m sure it’d just make you upset to see him dead anyways. But I swear, go near him again and I’ll kill him. 

I don’t wanna talk about that in my first real letter with you, so instead I’ll just talk about you.

How breathtaking you are.

How fucking gorgeous you are.

Y’know, you really are fucking amazing, you think I didn’t see? You really took the time to appreciate yourself yesterday, I think that was your way of saying you loved me back! Touching yourself… oh fuck you looked so hot.  Think I didn’t hear? I really wish I was there, fucking you the way you need. I’d give you everything you’ll ever need. You won’t need anything but me. 

Baby you’ve just given me my next month’s worth of masturbation material.

Remember, I love you!

    -Your future husband

No. Fuck fuck no. Gross get out drop it throw up rip it to shreds hurt smash something scream no no no no no get out get it out get it out find him report him police heroes what the fuck Izanagi-

Izanagi.

Izanagi.

Hey siri, call Izanagi.

“Yo, Y/n! What’s up? Miss me already~” Izanagi. His voice relaxed you and you found your brain forming coherent thoughts again. You opened your mouth to confess what was happening, but nothing came out. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

Then you cried. 

It felt so good to finally cry, you hadn’t cried in what felt like years, sobbing and looping his name, your only comfort in this chaos.

“Woah, woah, hey what’s going on? Hang on I’m coming over, don’t you fucking dare hang up!”

You sniffed, nodding, continuing to just mutter his name. In Just under five minutes, he was letting himself in with the spare key. You felt the bed shift, and you felt his warmth next to you. You fell against his side, crying harder. He held onto you, rubbing at your sides.

“Hey, hey. Come on, what happened? Tell me!” you could hear the fear in his voice. You still didn’t feel like you could speak so you just shakily handed him the letter you received, hoping he’d understand your reaction once he saw what you’d gotten.

His eyes scanned the paper before widening, and he covered his mouth with his hand. He dropped the paper, standing up and grabbing a suitcase from your closet and starting to fill it with clothes. He moved with haste, and you noticed he was grabbing your favorite clothes.

The sweatshirt he’d gifted you for Valentine’s Day, the Edgeshot t-shirt you wore every other day, the sweatpants you always slept in, 

“W-what are you doing?” you whimpered.

“You really think I’d let you stay here when some fucker obviously is watching you? I’m gonna report this to the police. No one is going to hurt you, okay? No one hurts my friends!” he turned back to you, a hard look in his eyes. You had a feeling that if he ever ran into your stalker, it would take multiple top heroes to hold him back from killing the guy.

You were grateful.

Izanagi helped you pack, and you told him all the other details. How it started with the Hawks beanie, how you’d gotten bottle caps and sweatshirts, and even dead animals. How you felt too scared to tell anyone, afraid of getting blown off.

He comforted you, he promised you he’d protect you. You felt safe with him. He would protect you. You thanked him religiously as he helped you bring your things over to his place. He kept telling you that of course he’d be doing this, it was the right thing to do.

This man… this man was your rock. He was your everything. You knew there’d be no way to fully repay him for his kindness towards you, but you promised yourself you’d try. 

You sat on his bed again, realizing that for the time being, this was your bed too. He was beside you, holding you tight and comforting you. You relaxed into his touch, before a realization struck you.

“Izanagi- he threatened to kill you. He hurt Kouten too, he- he can probably kill you if he really wants to.” Izanagi shook his head, pressing a finger to your lips.

“Nothing, I swear nothing is going to happen to me. Okay? Now, we’re going to the police station. You will not leave my sight, you will not let go of my hand. You’re not gonna wander off without telling me, etc etc. Clear?”

“Crystal.” you smiled softly, nodding. “Thank you so much Iza.”

“Like I said, of fucking course I’d do this. Come on, let’s get in the car.” he took your hand, putting your stalker’s letter in his pocket and taking you with him back out to his car. You got in the back, and he drove quickly. He glanced back at you repeatedly, double and triple-checking you were there and safe. 

  Finally, he pulled up at the police station and got out, quickly running around to the back doors as you got out. His hand was instantly on yours, pulling your body close against his and walking in the station with you. He briskly walked up to the police lady behind the counter.

“Oh, hello! Is there something I can do for the two of you?” she asked, it was so sweet and cheerful, so vastly different from the emotions swirling around in your mind.

“Yes, here.” Izanagi pulled the letter from his pocket and handed it to the lady. “My friend has a stalker, and he’s attacked another one of our friends.” the woman looked over the letter, nodding.

“Alright, I’m going to have some officers talk to your friend in private and-”

“Not happening.” Izanagi growled. “I get it, but I’m not leaving my friend.”

“I- I want him in the room.” you added. “Please.” the woman sighed, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, but unless you are a minor, I can’t have anyone else in the room with you. Even then it would be limited to certain people. It’s a safety precaution.”

“Fuck!” You grabbed Izanagi’s arm, rubbing his bicep to calm him down. He turned to you, offering you a strained smile. “You’ll be okay, right?” he asked, worried. You nodded, a feeble attempt to comfort him.

He gave the officers that came in a hard look, like he expected them to hurt you. You broke away from Izanagi’s comfort and followed them into a questioning room.

There were so many questions.

Every little detail about your life, even things that didn’t seem all that important. You told them everything you told Izanagi, plus a little more. They weren’t very comforting, and when you got scared, they got angry. It wasn’t at all like Izanagi, who softened when you were upset. Any detail that you didn’t have, they seemed to be upset with you about it. As if you were supposed to do your own little investigation illegally. It was… very annoying.

“Alright, we’re going to call a hero in here.” one of the officers told you. “Hawks has been doing a lot more patrols in your area than usual, he might have already seen your stalker and can probably take care of it for you. Is that okay?”

Hawks. You’d just met him one. He was a hero. He was trusted, beloved even. 

Call him in. He’s Hawks. He’s the number two. He wasn’t creepy, just do it!

“That’s fine, I’ll talk to Hawks.”

Maybe you should have thought about it more.

Maybe you should have trusted that feeling in your gut telling you ‘no.’

Maybe you shouldn’t have told Izanagi. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have involved the police.

Maybe you shouldn’t have spoken with Hawks so casually when you met him.

Maybe you shouldn’t have been a bird.

Maybe then.

You’d be free as you once were.

It took five minutes. Then the door swung open and he walked in. It had been a week or so since you saw him, but when he layed his golden eyes on you, you got the feeling that you’d seen him only yesterday, in a flash of red in the dead of night.

“Hello, Y/n L/n.” He spoke calmly, but you noticed a slight tremor of excitement. Why was he so happy to see you? 

You felt chills run down your spine at the way he sat next to you, taking your hand and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. His whole body seemed to vibrate in happiness, his wings fluttering as he locked eyes with you.

You shyed away from him, desperately trying to take your hands back, but his grip was firm. There was no escape.

“I-I changed my mind, officer!” You turned to the policeman, who was just leaving the room, leaving you with him. “I don’t want to talk to a hero, I’m sorry!”

The man turned back to you, a lazy, amused, smirk on his face. 

“Don’t worry, he’s a pro. You’ll be fine.” The man waved you off, shutting the door behind him. You felt like screaming, or throwing up, or both.

Something about Hawks seemed off. The way he looked at you, touched you, grinned so wildly at you, he didn’t look like a hero.

He looked like a crazed lunatic.

Click

The officer had locked the door.

“U-um, hi, Hawks.” you whispered, voice quiet. Fuck you wished Izanagi was here to comfort you. Hawks’ gloves were cold, the beaten leather rough against your hands, they were nothing like the gentle warmth that Izanagi’s soft skin emitted. 

His grin only grew, and he pulled you close to him, arms reaching around under your wings to grip your back. You squeaked, instinctively grabbing onto his biceps. His body was pressed against yours, and his breathing quickened, his face buried into your shoulder. You could feel him inhaling your scent.

“Fuck.” he growled, and you could feel his talons digging into your skin through his gloves and your shirt. “You have no idea how happy I am to finally see you again.” his voice wavered, and you could practically feel his excitement.

“S-sir, please let me go-” you whimpered. “I’m here to report a crime, not as a fan trying to meet you.” the hero cooed, only holding you tighter. 

“I know why you’re here, dear Y/n~” his breath tickled your ear, and you felt tears brimming in your eyes. “And I know who’s been following you. So nice of him to send you all those gifts, right~?” 

No

“So cruel of you to act like he’s a criminal.”

Not like this 

“He’s going to take good care of you~” 

Not right now 

“I love you so much”

Ow.

You felt... foggy.

And warm, really warm.

Tired…

So… tired…

Darkness.

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Not bad at all.

FRANCISCO ‘CATFISH’ MORALES. ┃ TRIPLE FRONTIER.

❝ request by @chibsytelford: Heyo. What about reader being very shy around Frankie on the first date, who's also shy, and one of them just cracks a joke and they just laugh and laugh and the ice is broken, and they have the best date. ❤ Thank you.

❝ words: about 1.9k.

❝ a / n: first time writing for Frankie! I'm really excited and I hope you all enjoy it.

Gif credits to the author.

“Santiago García, I swear that if you stand me up, I'm gonn—”.

“(Y/N)?”

Your blood freezes at the call as your eyes go wide, keeping the phone in your ear as you spin around with a forced and ashamed smile on your lips, you feel your knees weak watching Frankie some steps away from you with both hands inside the red and black flannel jacket. Son of a bitch. Hanging up the call —or better said, the voicemail— the two of you come closer to each other.

“What 'you doing here?”

As the question comes out of his mouth, there's an awkward moment where you don't know if you should greet with a kiss on your cheek or hugging, being a mix of both that makes you giggle.

“Well, uh… It was supposed I'd have dinner with Santi, but… he hasn't shown yet”. You reply puckering your lips, noticing the change in his gesture. “I've been waiting for the last twenty minutes and I'm really hungry”.

You can't help but frown watching him rub the back of his neck, slightly moving the hat covering his softs curls. Squinting at him you don't really need Frankie to speak to know what's happening. You can feel your face and the tip of your ears burning because of the embarrassment. Last week you confessed to your best friend the things you were starting to feel for Fish and he has decided to force you to take a step ahead.

And seems like Santiago has done the same with him. But, does it mean he feels something for you too? You sigh rubbing your face trying to calm down the heat covering your skin, while he babbles random words. You see him waving a trembling hand between the two of you, perceiving he's as nervous as you are. That causes you to curve your lips up with a soft funny smile.

“Listen, we don't have to do this if you don't want to. I— I— I… shit”. He ends up grunting stroking his lips and his chin passing his palm over them, putting his terrified dark chocolate eyes from you. Frankie looks like a pudding and you can swear it's the sweetest thing you have ever contemplated. Too captivated by the way he has to raise his black hat from his head to brush his hair using only three fingers, before putting it on again, he takes your silence like a negative. “Lemme walk you home at least”.

His beg throws you back to reality, finding an insecure gaze looking for a positive this time. It's the first time since you met him two years ago that you watch him doubting, feeling unsure of himself. He has always given you the impression of being a cool-headed and confident man, but now Fish is quite the opposite.

“I'm hungry tho”. You reply as soon as you can react. “I just… think he did it on purpose. Making me wait for dinner, you know… So I wouldn't say no”.

Santi knows pretty well how to play his cards. It is his specialty. But that hasn't sound how you were expecting, as Frankie continues feeling ashamed, probably misunderstanding you.

“I me— mean, I wouldn't say no anyway”. You confess with a soft whisper, bowing your gaze down to his boots for a second. A brief second that seems enough to offer you a hand without noticing it.

Your heart races with the deep belief it could fly off from your chest when your cold fingers get laced with his warm ones. An electrifying shiver roams your body from your tiptoes to the top of your head, as he secures your hands together to come inside the restaurant. Only like a gentleman would do, he keeps open the door for you to walk in first, not loosening your connection at any time. For an instant, you can't help but fantasize about having real dates with Frankie, with him falling for you while continuing to believe he's just being polite and compensating you for Pope's ambush.

You lead your steps through the hallway between tables with old couches just in like the fifties, till the end of the place with the last table free close to the large window from where you can see the street. That's when, much to your regret, your hands are separated to take a seat in front of the other, occupying yours then with the menu to calm the nervousness shaking them briefly. You're going to kill Santi tomorrow. How does he dare to play dirty to you? And poor Frankie who —probably— could have a better plan than having dinner with you, if it wasn't for his friend.

The silence is installed soon around your table after the drinks are served, feeling the tension in the environment while you continue not knowing what to say or how to break the ice. You're about to tell him that he doesn't have to stay, just like he has said a couple of minutes before, but when you open your mouth nothing comes out; totally enraptured on the way he's looking at you waiting for something. You can't help but force another smile pursing your lips shamefacedly. Putting down your eyes over the menu between your hands, you try to pretend you're actually reading it, but your mind is busier on how the simple touch of his hand stole the air from your lungs.

“Pope told me you're learning Spanish”.

You have to hide your face for a second, cursing your damn best friend in silence before sticking your head out of the carte nodding with your cheek.

“Why?” Frankie sounds so curious that makes you think he maybe knows the real and main reason.

“Oh, uh… expand knowledge”.

You're a terrible liar and he doesn't need to be a genius to notice it.

“Tell me something in Spanish”. He asks cockily, placing his arms over his backrest.

You chuckle shaking your head this time while saying no once and once. But when he leans over the table, forearms against the edge of it, you have to gulp before choking on your own saliva like an idiot. The heat invading your whole anatomy again causes you to lick your lips, hoping that gesture calms you somehow.

“There's a… sentence that… I find funny for some re— reason”.

“Okay… Go'head”.

You make a short pause, finding some encouragement to utter it by remembering why you started to learn it. To impress him. To talk with him and call his attention.

“Juan come manzanas”.

(Juan eats apples).

Your accent is horrible, that's a fact, you knew that; but you feel more embarrassed when he remains silent for a second, breaking into a burst of loud laughter after not being able to contain it. You can't avoid a chuckle either, leaving in the background your shame, to focus on the beautiful melody his laugh is. You could spend all your life listening to it without abhorring it.

“Your pronunciation is awful”. He giggles adjusting his hat, raising a little the visor to look you better.

“Woah, thank you”. You reply with a humorous grimace drawn on your lips and a light sarcasm in your tone of voice. “I really appreciate it coming from you”.

“You're welcome”.

Shaking your head you begin to feel somewhat relaxed, finding a topic to talk about and joke about it so this situation is less awkward. You grab your beer to have a sip whilst he continues keeping visual contact with you, noticing he wants to add something but he doesn't dare. You know what it is, tilting your head as your eyes are narrowed.

“I don't trust you to be my teacher, surely you'll teach me the wrong things to make fun of me”.

“Meh…” He replies waving a hand jokingly, causing you to chuckle again.

As the night goes on and you discover more interesting things about him and his stage in the army, the dinner comes to an end and he insists you to walk you home. He doesn't want either to finish your conversation, talking about everything and nothing, in reality, just enjoying your voice and how excited you sound while talking about one of your hobbies or your favorite tv show. Just like you, he couldn't get tired of your company.

You reach your house sooner than expected, having been entertained and feeling this time your way back home has become shorter than ever. The nerves kick you again standing close to your porch not knowing what to say, what to do, or offer him a last drink. You'd sell your soul to the devil for five minutes more, but maybe you need to take it easy.

“Thanks for walking me”. You utter in a thin voice thread, playing with the keys between your fingers.

“It's been a good night”. Frankie opines then keeping a hand in a pocket and using the other to scratch a side of his neck. “I mean… we can repeat it whenever you want”.

Like another date? Has it been a date, actually? Or just two friends hanging out?

“Yeah! Yeah, sure. Sounds good to me”. You nod an instant before letting go a soft sight. “Uh… I should… you know”.

“Yeah, 'course. Good night, (Y/N)”.

“Good night, Fish”.

Offering him one last smile, you turn around to go upstairs your porch straight to the front door. But as soon as you introduce the key in the lock, you're interrupted.

“Hey!” You face him again, curious and intrigued, watching him coming closer towards you with his hat now in a hand. “How bad would be if… I kiss you?”

That's the most unexpected question you have ever heard, causing your brain to collapse momentarily until you realize it hasn't been a figment of your imagination. The smirk on his face curves shyly in the right corner of his lips, stopping his feet not too far from yours.

“Not… bad at all”. You giggle in response. What else could you say?

His mouth meets yours with a soft sweet touch. Just a touch, until they get used to each other. Slowly, Frankie places his hands on your lower back seeming afraid if you suddenly decide it's a terrible idea, and take a step back. This feeling disappears when yours land on both sides of his neck, securing a little more the grip and shortening the small distance between your chests. He tastes like beer and chocolate, after sharing a piece of brownie like dessert. For you, Frankie tastes like heaven. And without planning it, he needs the urge to slide his tongue between your lips to find yours. By inertia, your fingers tour his skin till being gently nailed in the back of his neck, breathing through your nose not wanting to finish the kiss.

As both of you swirl your tongues around the other, you become a little addicted, almost moaning inevitably against his lips when you have to stop not having enough air filling your lungs.

“How bad would it be if I ask you to stay?” You murmur unable to believe what you have just said.

“Not bad at all”. He doesn't hesitate, caressing the tip of your nose with his, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you tighter and pepper your lips as you try to open the front door.

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[elriel-oblivion]

So it's been four days so here's part two 😁 Just wanted to say a huge thanks to everyone who read/liked/commented/reblogged the last part! It was such an amazing response, especially given it was my first time posting my writing here, so thanks for all the love you shared 🥰🥰

Heads up, this part is actually part one from Elain's pov. Initially I wanted to continue from where the last part left off in Elain's pov, but as I was writing the background, I realised I'd written too much to just skip when Az gets to the estate and cut straight into a continuation of part one, so I ended up rewriting the whole thing in her view. So there's no new elriel moments, but you'll get a lot of new stuff anyway 😅 I would've said you don't have to read this part to understand part three, but when I was rereading the later parts a few hours ago, I realised there's some stuff that alludes to things in this part, so I strongly recommend you don't skip this 😅😅

Also, wow, some of my fave paragraphs I've ever written are in this part 😁 Bonus points if you can find them; there are four I'm thinking of in particular 😉

Word count: ~ 3.1K. Lemme know if you'd like to be tagged/removed 😊 Next part up in two or three days 😊

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Ashes from the Deep

Part II

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It had been a pretty uneventful day as Elain worked through her new plant textbook. Feyre and Rhysand had decided to spend the weekend away at the mountain cabin, Cassian and Nesta were away doing things she wished not to think of, and Mor was at the Winter Court.

Amren had only been round in the mornings, probably to check Elain was still alive. She'd glance round the living room, examine some of those fine crystal glasses in the display cabinet and then leave. There was no difference today, though Elain always felt Amren's scrutiny upon her even when that muted silver gaze was directed elsewhere; perusing Rhys' wine collection had become a tired ruse.

So besides preparing and taking her meals with Nuala and Cerridwen, Elain had spent her afternoon with her book, making notes and copying drawings. The twins had gone off on some errands, so she'd wandered into the garden at some point to tend to her many plants, telling them how lovely they each were. The crocuses looked particularly stunning this autumn day, their pale violet colour breathing life into the shades beneath some of the trees.

With her book, she'd identified new weeds, digging into the soil to rip some pesky ones out. Sometimes she didn't want the help of a tool; sometimes she needed to feel those roots on her bare skin.

Harvesting the carrots and beetroot was also on the agenda today, along with seeding for some spectacular displays next year. She'd been collecting the seeds from some of her summer blooms, like those soft clouds of baby's breath, saving them to replant. These she sowed directly into ground she'd prepared days before, her fingers digging into the crumbly clumps of earth.

Autumn onions she'd plant tomorrow, perhaps. Feyre always remarked on how their strong taste complimented meats well, so Elain wanted to harvest some fresh for her sister for once. It'd take a few months of waiting, but there was little else better than picking out and eating food one had grown with their bare hands and the essential ingredients of love and care.

Setting her book on the patio table, Elain surveyed the garden. It was a good day's work. Plants watered and sown, weeds uprooted, and hands sweaty and soiled, Elain was proud of what she'd achieved today. There were no distractions, nothing to take her from the one thing she always found satisfaction in.

After a long shower, she found herself back in the garden with a cup of tea and a blanket. The sunset washed the sky in a blaze of red and orange glory before it yielded to the cool tones of twilight then night. Elain sat in silence, hands wrapped around her mug. How long would it be until someone's arms were wrapped around her, until she felt the warmth her sisters finally had?

Silly, these thoughts. Immortality stretched far ahead, there would be time to develop that companionship. Months and years were but a heartbeat in the life of a High Fae. She wouldn't even notice the years pass.

Or so everybody else kept saying.

With her tea finished, she perused the book of recipes she'd borrowed from Nuala. Some recipes jumped out, ingredients for which she'd been growing for a few months now. Pumpkin pie sounded especially delightful, the gourd having almost darkened and hardened to ripe quality just a couple days ago. They should be ready for harvest tomorrow.

A chill wind sent Elain inside to prepare and have her dinner in pleasant silence. Even her mind was quiet tonight. After washing her dishes, she stood by a bay window, fingers idly tapping the windowsill.

Faelights bobbed like tiny lamps, dotted through the garden. The full moon was now high in the sky, its ghostly glow illuminating the datura flowers she'd seeded half a year ago. She pulled on her blanket and went out again for a better look at those gorgeous blooms, the petals opening only at night.

Elain couldn't be happier she'd found seeds of a triple-flowered variety. They'd grown to produce large trumpets, three layers of petals ruffled against each other. Somehow she thought of her sisters as she crouched and stared at the flowers, each layer so similar, yet fighting for space and breath as it unfurled before another. It was only when they were all fully open that they could sigh along the night breeze as one, an ethereal song of togetherness, tinged with notes of poignancy, only heard by those with the will to look deeper.

The white petals were stained with velvet violet, a true vision in her garden. While the others had given her passing compliments on the flowers, Azriel had seemed stunned the first time he saw them, citing them his favourite of all the plants Elain had grown so far. Something about their shape and contrasting colours, he'd mentioned.

She smiled fondly at the memory, where his eyes sparkled as he reached for one of the soft petals.

Her hand lashed out to grab his wrist. 'Don't touch them; the leaves and stems are highly poisonous.'

His brows rose. 'You wouldn't think that at first sight. But they're beautiful, Elain. Truly magnificent,' he said, his smooth voice so low, a voice that was night given sound. And how befitting, as even those datura flowers seemed enraptured by his presence, one shy petal finally unfurling towards him.

She beamed at him. 'They like you. Flowers like it when you talk to and compliment them - but these ones haven't given me the same reaction as they have to you. I think they really like you, Azriel.'

His answering smile was heartbreakingly tender.

A few more seconds passed before she realised she still held his wrist. She silently let go.

It was a shame she'd have to dig out the datura shrub and move it inside for the winter; it did look magnificent in the moonlight.

The sky shifted past its midnight velvet, and still Elain crouched, admiring the flowers. She shivered in the night's chill. The stars above twinkled and glistened, cold and distant as ever, yet stunning - infinitely more striking than they'd ever been when she was human. A thousand different colours sparkled in that vast expanse, the moon a phosphorescent queen in the centre of her court.

The Night Court truly lived up to its name in the wee hours of the day. Its opulence never failed to mesmerise her; the enhanced Fae eyesight was at least one thing she was grateful for from this body.

Her eyelids became heavy and she yawned. Why was she still out here? It was late into the night; she should be in bed by now. But the night was so beautiful and it was so quiet and she wanted to appreciate it all just once. Just once without the expectations of others, without having to wear that miserable smile all the time.

Of course, it didn't look miserable, which is probably why almost nobody ever bothered to look deeper into Elain. She should be used to it by now, but it still felt - wrong. That most overlooked her so long as she wore a smile. That most didn't think her capable of feeling the utter bitterness and loneliness she had once seen so plain on her sisters' faces.

And in acknowledgement of her sisters' hardships, Elain didn't fault them for not looking, for not seeing her. To see past the thick blanket of darkness in one's own mind was a trial in itself. But it had been years since the war now. And still they didn't notice.

They didn't notice that Elain was being shredded from the inside out.

It was almost laughable. But not funny enough.

No, it was not funny that people still treated Elain like a child, that people wanted to keep Elain in some weird impasse of a stage between child and adult. She'd thought finally carrying out her duty and giving her hand in marriage would show everyone that she was growing up: Elain Archeron, middle born but first married. Of course it was still on her own terms, to a man whom she'd loved. A man who'd seen her through the rubble of her family's lives. But she'd overall hoped doing what was expected of her would be enough.

Clearly not. She didn't even know who she was any more. Did she ever? Everything she'd once yearned for, gone. That fragile human life would soon be just a speck on the horizon of her past.

She sighed. Rebuilding herself was going to take a long time.

But what would she have to do for people to see her, to listen to her? Throw a rage? Fall into a drunken stupor and break a few dozen bottles?

She definitely could, but those were not her. She was Elain Archeron. And so she would wait. Patience wasn't a bad thing at all; she saw it on the shadowsinger's face all the time, that tranquility and calmness she so wished to feel inside.

Azriel. Her heart softened as he entered her mind again, and she dug her fingers into the soil, if only to occupy her fidgety hands. As sure as the chaos of her visions these days, there was a mess of butterflies related to him she wasn't willing to show. Or understand.

Elain and the spymaster? Now that was laughable. Truly laughable. He was wise and patient, while she - well, everyone already thought her a child, and though he listened like no other around her, surely even he couldn't glimpse the adult she so desperately wanted everyone to see.

No, it was foolish to entertain the idea of a relationship with him. No matter how much he saw.

No matter that he was the first to see her since Graysen.

Elain exhaled. She stifled another yawn, smoothing out the soil, then brushed her hands clean. She wrapped the blanket closer around herself and stood. Twinkling stars and velvety darkness and -

There, a knot of shadows materialising at the far edge of the garden, collecting and swirling into a larger mass before Azriel himself stepped out and sagged against a tree. His shadows whirled and obscured him, a dark fire with him burning at the core.

Elain's voice left her throat before she even thought to call him and she ran over to his figure slumped in the dimness.

She couldn't help but say his name again as she neared. 'Azriel!'

Those beautiful hands fiddled with a Siphon, but he looked even worse up close. Fatigue dragged at his body, a second weight to all the muscle and armour he already had to carry. Sweat and dirt clung to him, his hair. At least the shadows were parting, swallowing each other and misting away as they often did around her. Perhaps she should ask someday why they did that. But not today, not when his breathing was so laboured.

She raised a hand - to do what, she had no idea. She couldn't just touch him right now. 'You don't look okay.'

Something else limned his features as he huffed a light laugh and said, 'I'm fine, don't worry.' His voice was raw, so starkly different to its usual icy smoothness. It was common for him to guard his emotions, but in his state, this kind of thinking was just unhealthy. What would it take for him to be honest with her?

'You don't have to pretend with me, Azriel,' she said, lowering her hand. She studied the ground, embarrassed that she'd come up to him. What could she even offer in her pathetic childlike state when he was so clearly affected by his mission right now?

His hand rose. Her heart faltered, she had to do something, and she blurted, 'Can I wash your hair, please?'

His eyes widened, his entire composure crumbling. It wasn't often that the shadowsinger looked startled, but Elain was far too shy to show that she quite liked the effect her question had on him.

'You want to wash my hair?'

His face was so exquisite, it hurt to look at it. His eyes would be even worse; it wouldn't be the first time she was rendered speechless by their kind gaze. A myriad of colours swirled in their glistening depths - gorgeous greens and brilliant browns, all so natural and rich, if only she could look at them long enough to find their matches in the garden around her. Though, his eyes were an entire spectrum of colour in their own right. How would she ever pick out each and every shade?

And if she somehow did have the courage to meet his eyes now, what would she see of herself in their reflection?

A lovesick puppy? A doe-eyed, fearful fawn?

No, she didn't want to know.

So she swallowed and focused on his hair. Perhaps this Fae eyesight was a curse, for even his hair was shockingly fascinating. Only flat black from a distance, the faelights bobbing about the trees highlighted layer upon layer of silky raven locks up close. His hair was so dark it seemed to absorb the surrounding light. Mud stained one side of his head, and it was an effort to keep her hands from brushing it away, so she said, 'I'm positive that's mud and you shouldn't sleep with that in your hair. It'll only take a few minutes.'

He ran a hand through his hair, clumps of dirt falling out.

'You've managed to get some on your face, too.' There were light specks of mud and blood across his face, a more noticeable patch along his cheekbone, thrown into sharper relief by the faelights and his own weariness. Was that a cut beneath the patch? And another on his temple?

She leashed her arms.

What had happened? He wore the signs of a fight, but why would he come here when he knew Elain was the only one home?

His eyes bored into her face, but she refused to meet them. He seemed to lean forward then, stumbling.

Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous that he wouldn't even acknowledge he was in need. Azriel rarely stumbled. Any fatigue Elain had felt just a while ago was now burrowing down a little longer. Her voice was firm when she spoke. 'I'm washing your hair. It'll help relax you into falling asleep.'

His brows rose, but if Elain stood there one more moment she wouldn't have the courage to do anything for him. For herself - she could take care of someone else. She could do for Azriel what she hadn't done for Feyre all those years as a human.

And for Azriel, she could tend to the male who'd provided her with comfort and safety in this world of distress and danger.

So she pulled him along, clenching her jaw and refusing to look back. Her heart hammered in her chest but she continued, hand wrapped round his armoured arm. Her hand slid down to his wrist but just as she was about to replace her grip, he grabbed her other hand and pulled her into him.

The shadows instantly began to ensconce them, dozens of those cool tendrils twining like vines. The estate loomed huge before them, and Elain gripped Azriel's hand tighter. 

'My bathroom,' she said. Beneath the low whisper of those shadows, her blood thrummed, her heart so painfully obvious against her ribs now. It would be a wonder if the spymaster wasn't aware of it. Though she did hear another flutter above, right by her ear. But as expected, the shadows made quick work of their journey and she didn't have the chance to dwell on it further.

Now out of the comfort of Azriel's hold, Elain set down her blanket and made to grab a chair from her bedroom. His dark presence was so overwhelming that she exhaled lightly as she entered the room and took the chair. She dragged it to the sink, avoiding his gaze, and pulled a towel, soap and a large jug from the cupboard by the door.

As she settled the soap and jug on the sink, she dared a glance at him. He was still clad in full armour, those black scales gleaming like obsidian over his skin, his Siphons glistening jewels across his body. 'I think you'll have to collapse your armour for this,' she said.

He inclined his head and tapped a Siphon, those scales lashing back into each other with cruel elegance. They were a mirror of their master: cold, controlled and unyielding, forged from scintillating darkness. He was a night sky riddled with stars; light existed if only one bothered to look for it.

Azriel's great wings righted themselves as he stood straight, now looking smaller in just his black tunic and trousers. Something about him seemed vulnerable without the armour, so Elain breathed, 'It's beautiful, all of it.' The hulking armour, the classic simplicity of the tunic and trousers, and the male who wore them all.

He was just so wonderful, Azriel. An enigma that could see her own. Her heart clenched.

Azriel rustled his wings, colour blossoming on his cheeks.

Elain blinked and pulled the chair out a little. 'Please sit.' As he sunk down, she rested the towel on his shoulders, hovering her fingers above his forehead. Her body tensed and her fingers remained suspended. It was like a spark of tension flickered in the space between their skin, teasing her, tempting her, taunting her.

After all, she'd offered to wash his hair, an act that would certainly require touching. But why was she so hesitant? She'd touched him before - kissed his cheek, even. Although that had been in the heat of adrenaline, a mark of her gratitude where a simple thank you wouldn't suffice, not for risking his own life for hers.

This was - what was this?

She finally lowered her fingers through that tense spark, pushing his head back against the sink. It was exhilarating, this contact, but he lowered his wings, shifting on the seat. Elain moved into the space he gave, turning on the tap as he went still. Just as her body was taut, taut as the skin of a drum.

She checked the water. Warm. It was time to start.

Azriel was looking up at her. Something like yearning swirled in his eyes.

He looked so tired. It made her heart ache.

'You can close your eyes,' Elain whispered. And he did.

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[kiddiesmores]

okay so Bokuto, Tendou and Akaashi with an S/O with like MASSIVE knockers i’m talking like DDD+ and one day she wears a shirt she THINKS is a-okay but in reality most of her boobs are just completely out + she doesn’t realize and the boys are like, staring obviously but they have to figure out how to tell her bc other horny boys + girls are staring at her + maybe like, old people are giving her dirty looks (tendou lowkey doesn’t wanna say anything bc free boobs and bok can’t say the word ‘boob’)

coming from a person with triple d tiddies, i deal with this everyday. no matter how big my shirt is they’re always noticeable 💔 but we get through it

i hope you like it bae

THE GIFS ARENT MINE

Tendou

he picked out your outfit LMFAO

he loves picking out shirts that gave more attention to your chest cause he knew that you can’t control how big they are

if you’re gonna have em, flex them

“mm, i like the crossing straps babe! ouu i can even poke some parts-“

“satori we are in the store.”

he doesn’t mind the stares BUT he will stick up for you if someone tries to say something too outta pocket

someone says “pfft, how is he letting her dress like that? she’s basically showing everyone her bare chest, if i was with someone i’d make sure to only save it for him.”

“well you aren’t with anyone, and never will be, so why does it matter to you what she does?”

SASSY ASS BITCH I LOVE HIM

they’d probably stutter out an apology but he’s not having it

“what you have to say is irrelevant to me, i love my girlfriend and your insecurities will not be pushed on her or our relationship. have a nice day!~” then he’d hold you by the waist and call her a bitch

“satori you are doing the most today.” you’d joke and he’d kiss your cheek, “sticking up for what’s mine that’s all, they wish they had all this to flaunt”

he’ll stare down any guy who tries to look at your boobs

“they look good right? too bad they aren’t for you pal” then he pats them on the back

you motion to him that you’re ready to go and he’d walk away holding you close, not before turning back and looking at the guy with a wicked smile on his face

*does the little finger thing where he points at his eyes then back at the person* “i got my eyes on you -3-“

“mmf, so warm”

“so i’ve heard”

so there you both lay in bed, his face between your boobs while you eat chips and watch youtube on the tv.

“baby can you pass me the chips?” he’d ask.

“i have an idea!” you said, balancing the bowl on your boobs so the two of you can share.

“better?” “better.”

*he drops food on your chest so he can eat it off of you and he “accidentally” bite your boob*

Akaashi

akaashi could never tell you what to wear

if you felt comfortable and you liked what you had on, he was all for it

ofc he knew your boobs were big, as nonchalant as he is, he does catches himself staring a day dreaming about them-

so when you walked into practice in that cute crop top that really showed off your breasts, he was a bit taken aback

the boys are perverts, you both know that, but its not like you were gonna change because of them

“kaashi i brought you lunch!!” “thank you.” and he’d take it, set it down and get you out asap

he didn’t want the guys getting ideas about you

walking down the halls together and hearing people whisper about you irked him

he keeps his composure though

“god that must be so embarrassing for him, watching her walk around like that? he doesn’t deserve that.”

your face scrunched but you didn’t respond, akaashi kissed your forehead and turned back to respond

“what do i not deserve exactly? a loving girlfriend who’s confident in her body? wow i must be so unlucky then.”

he walks up to the group, “don’t try to act like you don’t like the view she’s giving you for free, take it in while you can.”

he grips your hand and walks away, pulling you closer

“you didn’t have to-“ “shh my love, you’re amazing, i’m not letting anyone talk bad about you”

he’s caught the guys staring a few times

he made practice hell for them after <3

“mmmftakeouf” “keiji you know i can’t hear you.”

he brought his face out of your chest, the two of you cuddling in his bedroom with a film playing in the background.

“can we order take out? i want onigiri...”

you kiss his head and his face rests on your clothed breast again, “sure akaashi, it is your house after all.”

he moved his hand around the bed looking for his phone. he soon found out it was on your other breast and chuckled.

“they really do come in handy..” you whisper “yeah they do.”

akaashi definitely did not eat his onigiri off of your bare skin when it arrived :)

Bokuto

god this boy

“ooOoOoo boobies!!”

you were literally in a tanktop

“babe they look so good, lemme touch.” “KOTORO ITS A PRACTICE MATCH???” “okay??? good luck charm!!”

he doesn’t mind when you wear shirts that show off your boobs, that means he has more opportunities to grab them in public-

neways, if he hears people whispering he will defend you, no doubt about it

“i bet those are fake anyways, poor guy has to deal with a girl with plastic for skin, a shame.”

bokuto saw your face drop for a second, he heard it too and he was as upset as you

“HEY! don’t you talk about my girlfriend like that fuckin loser. you think cause you don’t have what she has that it’s fake? even my tits are bigger than yours, quit hating on what’s mine because YOU are insecure!”

pop off king

when he sees a guy staring he goes a bit into emo mode, but hes thick so he stands in front of to sheild you from their vision

“what is it bo?” “mmf boy staring and you’re mine.” he pouts. you cooed and cup his neck

leaning up to kiss his cheek, you rest your head on his shoulder and signal to the guy staring at you that you’re happily taken

he loves when you wear shirts that show off your skin

but he hates the people who take advantage of it

only he can do that >:((

“what’re you doing ko?” “holding it in my hands!!” “we’re eating.”

you both sat at his dining room table, eating the snacks you picked up on the way home. but bokuto had one hand on your breast and one in his bag of hot chips.

he kept dropping them into your shirt though.

“sorry!!” he said, taking his two fingers and reaching down to pick out the chip he dropped. you rolled your eyes and let him have his way.

he just loves to touch you and he’s not ashamed

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[atsunflower]

Empire — Intro

Rated: SFW

Author notes: Finally, I introduce Atsumu's part for Throne!au. I don't have much to say other than happy birthday to my fave volleyboi and his twin.

Warnings: language/cursing.

I — Intro

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There were many things Miya Atsumu was proud of.

He was notorious.

Invictus, even.

Since as a child, he and his brother were deemed as a promise. It was in their name, after all.

Atsumu was the hunger.

Osamu was the ruler.

They both were fated to do great in life, like two conquerors heading towards the same direction. Once they tasted the success, there was no one who could hold them back.

Promising children, with the talent and haughtiness needed to keep the name of Inarizaki on its righteous path of glory.

And you bet they were doing it right.

Not long after he and his twin took over Inarizaki, the household became even more important: their influence became the biggest among the families and their profit tripled. It was a growth never seen before within yakuza, and adding it to their odd behaviour, it didn't take much to realize why the Miya twins had so many disaffections.

Not like they cared either.

Leading a yakuza family wasn't an easy task and Atsumu was glad he had Osamu by his side.

After all, the twins were meant for each other — not in a weird way, though.

They both were merely two halves of a whole, with a legacy weighing down their shoulders. Having each other backs, they both knew there were more important things to protect.

But something about Osamu was off and Atsumu was deadly worried.

"Tsumu, everything alright?"

Oh, he had you too.

The male felt you stirring in his arms as you tilted your head to face him. He shifted on the bed, adjusting his body to yours, hand carding through your hair.

"Nothing ya should worry this pretty head of yers, hm?" There was something about you that made him soft.

Usually, the blond man was sharp on his edges. Always throwing snarky remarks at people, Atsumu loved to get under everyone's skin. But you were an exception.

"Look at you dodging my questions again" You pinched his sides in mock, but didn't seem fazed by his lack of response. You always gave him space, you knew his actions held a reason, but it still bothered you sometimes.

"It ain't a big deal, babe" He pecked the crown of your hair, running his hand down to the small of your back, squeezing the flesh. His gestures made your heart flutter, you felt so lucky for having such a caring boyfriend. "Don't wanna worry 'bout shit when I'm with ya" You giggled while freeing yourself from his hold.

"Oh, you're so cheesy sometimes." You grimaced in mockery while getting up from the bed, stretching all your joints in the process. You heard Atsumu whistle behind as you felt his gaze boring into your body "Join me in a bath?"

"Don't need to ask twice, babe"

"You know, you look pretty tired" You said as you scrubbed his back "You should, I don't know, rest more? You're always hustling, Tsumu"

"Nah, it's just some family problems. I'll handle'em real soon" He shrugged while playing with the bubbles "How was yer day?"

"It was terrible" You huffed as he let out an amused laugh "Eat the rich they say. I'm glad I'll drop that job soon"

"Those bitches were nagging at you again?"

"More like mistreating the proletary, yes" You mused at him, trying to enlighten the mood "Don't look at me like this, I'm fine"

"Why wont'ya let me take care of ya?" The water swirled as Atsumu turned his body, caging you with his arms "I'm serious, lemme handle it until ya finish college" The blonde male looked at you with a serious face. You knew Atsumu was a nice man, but damn you if he hadn't scary features when irritated.

"Tsumu, I appreciate it, I really do" you held him by his shoulders, caressing the damp skin "But you have a lot in your plate right now. I don't need you to work more and besides, I'm a big girl, you know?" You said observing him close his eyes. He didn't bother to say anything else while the two of you finished the bath.

You could tell he was bothered by it, but you would never burden him with more than he already held — and you knew there was a lot more he didn't let you worry about. Him being a successful entrepreneur of sorts wasn't a thing to take advantage of.

You felt hands grabbing your shoulders. Atsumu's touch made you snap out of your thoughts as the two of you made your way back to the bedroom.

Silently, he took your body into his arms, laying the two of you over the mattress.

"Sleep tight, babe" The blond said before kissing the crown of your head as you both were lulled to sleep.

"Where the fuck?" In the dark, you heard hushed whispers coming from your bathroom. You felt your heartbeat going crazy inside your ribcage when you noticed the absence of your boyfriend.

You were ready to get up when he came back to the bedroom.

"Atsumu?"

"Why are you awake?" He coldly asked, frowning at you. The dull glow of his phone lightened his features, a somber face you never saw him sporting before. You flinched, ignoring the question and observing his anger. Something odd was going on, and you couldn't pinpoint what.

"Did something happen? Are you alright?" The words fell deaf on his ears, before he scrambled to get changed. In a hurry, your boyfriend struggled to put a pair of trousers on.

"Nothing ya should worry. Gotta go, tho" He buttoned a shirt and threw a jacket on. You hopped off of the bed, following him to the living room.

There, he collected his keys and put his shoes on before storming out of your place without bidding you goodbye.

Watching the front door being banged shut, you recalled the two of you have known each other for almost a year. 

But you couldn't recognize the man who just left.

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