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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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two in one (explicit)

genre: 100% smut

pairing: hoseok x reader x jimin

summary: you finally have a much-needed smoke session with your best friends, just like old times. you’re also pretty sure they’re gay… right?

word count: just under 12k, help

contains: explicit sexual content!!! M/M/F threesome, double vaginal penetration, come eating, mutual masturbation, recreational drug use (just weed tho), friends to lovers, multiple orgasms, a lot of cunnilingus, a smidge of dirty talk, crying after sex (in a good way), and some incredibly stupid/v mildly problematic discussions of sexuality

A/N: i am literally so embarrassed that this is my first crosspost to tumblr but hi, i made you this p0rn, i hope you like it. this is also on AO3 if that's how you prefer to get down

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The three of you have the perfect smoke session down to a science. Your roles are considered sacred at this point, unchanged since you were fifteen years old and smoking mids out of horribly constructed apple pipes in Hoseok’s parents’ basement.

Hoseok provides the pot.

It’s easy for him, social butterfly that he is, to make the connections and bring up the question just delicately enough to get what he wants without seeming like a narc. He’s always been able to thread the needle of finding a reliable plug with good quality stuff who doesn’t awkwardly overstay their welcome by asking to smoke it with you (or worse, try to push pills or other shit on you).

And now that he’s rich, he gets the best stuff there is, probably flown out from California with stupid names like Maui Wowie and Super Lemon Haze. He has to pack the bowl, too– you’re lazy so you prefer pre-rolls, but Hobi refuses to do anything rolled if Jimin is smoking it. (“Have you seen his lips? He’d soak right through the thing.”)

Jimin brings the snacks.

These have not changed from when you were teenagers, but you can actually afford them now, instead of forcing Hobi to distract a store clerk while you and Jimin shoved as much as you could into his backpack.

Honey butter chips, shrimp crackers, pepero, the little chocolate puffs that he can toss in the air and catch in his mouth every time– Jimin’s snack game is elite, and he’ll always lovingly set out a full glass of water for each of you before the session starts. He’s even been known to disappear into the kitchen, only to return with three bowls of fire noodles that he managed to whip up while blazed as fuck.

And you are in charge of the music.

You’ve had other friends argue that this isn’t enough to be considered a real session contribution, but you know Hobi and Jimin understand the importance of ambiance. You’ve learned the hard way how awful it is to be high as shit in absolute silence– or worse, high as shit with Adult Swim on in the background. Your best friends, thankfully, have taste.

Over the years you’ve built up a collection of playlists perfectly crafted to follow the arc of a session: Fun pop to ease you into the giggly stages, then slowly moving on to stuff with more psychedelic layers as the body high sets in, and of course a nice dose of chillwave to round things out. (Is there anything better than falling asleep stoned to Tycho? The answer is no.)

“Hoseok, I can’t figure out your fancy Bluetooth shit,” you whine as your phone once again refuses to connect to his built-in home stereo.

You’re in the living room of their bougie apartment, sinking into the pillows of a couch that feels more like a cloud. Quite a change from the basement years, when you’d all try to squeeze on an eyesore of a loveseat, the upholstery torn away on the arms to reveal the foam stuffing underneath. It was really only built to fit two people, so inevitably, someone would end up on the floor. Usually Jimin.

Hoseok is kneeling on the carpet, working diligently atop the glass coffee table. You glance over at him for help, but he’s in full Hobi-focus mode, tongue between his teeth as he gingerly removes the lid from the grinder, bringing it close to his face to check the consistency. Giving an approving nod, he pinches the grind between his delicate fingers and begins packing it into the bowl of his rainbow glass pipe. His favorite, naturally.

Jimin flops down on the couch next to you, taking your phone out of your hands without asking. He repeats the exact same steps you’ve done three times, but for some reason when he does it, the device connects without issue.

You roll your eyes and snatch your phone back, scrolling until you find your latest session playlist. You tap play and the opening guitar notes of Lil Nas X’s MONTERO surround you from all sides.

The reaction is immediate from both of them. Hoseok throws one hand in the air, doing the best body rolls he can manage on his knees while still packing a bowl with the other hand. His tongue lolls out of his mouth as the beat kicks in, and he throws in his own ad-libs (“yeah”, “uh-huh”) between the lines of the first verse.

Jimin, being Jimin, reaches his hand between his shoulder blades and pulls his shirt off over his head.

It’s been a fact for as long as you’ve known him– Jimin is terrible at keeping his clothes on. You’ve seen him shirtless, even down to his boxers, easily hundreds of times. There is no human more immune to the charms of a six-pack than you are, you’d wager.

The defined indentations just below his hips, though… His sweatpants ride low enough as he wiggles to the music that you can see them now, and your gaze lingers for a moment. Those are pretty good. It’s a shame, really.

You grab his shirt off the floor and toss it back at him. “Keep your clothes on, Jimin!” He sticks his tongue out at you and you poke a finger into his side until he squirms away and does as he’s told.

Hoseok grabs the seat next to you on the couch. “Alright Jimin, you do the honors,” he announces, passing the bowl across you and retrieving a lighter from the coffee table.

As Jimin gets the bowl started, you feel Hoseok’s hand gently creep up your back. He’s always so touchy. It’s funny how all their mannerisms come back to you in pieces, like you’d forgotten your best friends. It’s been too long, you guess, nearly a year since the last time you’ve been able to be together like this.

Hoseok’s fingers absentmindedly start to massage a knot in your shoulders and you shiver at the sensation, letting your eyes flutter closed for a second. God, that feels good. You have so few friends who are comfortable being physical the way he is, and you haven’t had a proper fuck in way too long.

Not that that’s Hobi’s problem to solve, of course. But at this point, you’ll take what you can get, even if it’s just a one-handed shoulder massage.

Jimin exhales the first hit in an impressively large cloud of smoke. His hand still working your shoulders, Hoseok leans over you with his lips pursed, inhaling at the air as if to pull the smoke in.

You laugh as you take the bowl and lighter from Jimin, because Hoseok looks ridiculous. You let the flame lick at the bud and when you inhale, you hear Jimin’s voice.

“Please, Hobi. If you want to shotgun, you have to do it right.” He places his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up, his mouth hovering close to yours, and parts his lips.

You roll your eyes because Jimin is such a fucking flirt. He always has been. Feeling put upon, you exhale a stream of smoke and he sucks it in. It’s not particularly sexy, but having someone’s face so close to yours, with Hoseok’s fingers still pressing into your skin, is enough to make your pulse quicken.

Good god girl, get a grip, you think to yourself. These men are not interested.

You hand the bowl off to Hoseok and he removes his hand from your shoulders to take a hit. Apparently not satisfied with only one shotgun, Jimin leans across you to encourage Hoseok to do the same. He’s always been the king of playing chicken.

Hobi’s eyes crinkle as he fights to keep the smile off his face. Jimin’s hand lands on your thigh for balance as he moves over you.

You’re not sure if it just takes you by surprise or if you’re really that touch-starved, but you flinch at the contact, which is enough to make Hoseok laugh and choke on the hit, coughing smoke out at the both of you.

“Sorry,” you laugh, “I’m jumpy today.” You sink back into the cushions.

The rush of the first hit after far too long is enough that your head is buzzing a little and you have no filter, instead there’s simply a direct line from your brain to your mouth. “I need to get laid. I’ve been in a dry spell for like…” You pause to count. “Jesus, almost six months. It’s starting to fuck with me.”

You look up and Jimin and Hoseok are having some silent conversation between the two of them in facial expressions you can’t make sense of. Jimin has paused with the bowl halfway to his lips and is failing to suppress a laugh, creases appearing under his eyes.

Jimin has forever been able to make Hoseok cackle without saying anything. “It’s all in the eyes!” Hobi would always say after doubling over for a solid minute. “Just his eyes make me laugh!” Now is no exception, and Hobi does his classic move where he laughs so hard he stands up, which never fails to make you laugh.

You clap a hand to your mouth and that makes both of them laugh more, until Hoseok is sprawled on the floor and you’re slumped sideways on the cushion where he was sitting.

“Shut the fuck up!” You finally manage to gasp, launching a couch pillow at Hoseok. He effortlessly catches it between his feet. “I know you guys never have this problem, alright? Must be nice.”

Jimin, about to finally take his hit, pauses again. You sit up and smack him on the arm, and he flicks the lighter and runs it around the edge of the bowl, inhaling deeply. Trying his best to hold it in, he manages to choke out, “What does that mean?” before coughing up the lungfuls of smoke. When he finally recovers, he hands you the bowl. “We don’t fuck fans.”

You give him a look. “Well yeah, obviously.” You take a hit, the bud sizzling in the flame of the lighter.

Hoseok sits up. “I’m confused.”

You pass the bowl and lighter to him with one hand, using the other to gesture back and forth between them, like it’s obvious, then finally exhale smoke through your nose. “You’re– you know! You two!”

Hoseok grins ear-to-ear, like he’s finally understanding. “Me and Jimin-ah?! We are not together.”

You sigh, frustrated. “Okay, fine, whatever label you want to put on it. Roommates, fucking, whatever.”

Jimin squints hard, leaning his whole body away from you so he can survey you like you’ve gone insane. “What?!”

Your mouth goes dry (well, even dryer than the cotton mouth that was already starting to happen). You reach for your glass of water on the coffee table, the physical need completely overtaking your desire to continue the conversation, and chug in silence for a few seconds.

Hoseok exhales a pretty stream of smoke, then frowns in confusion. “Who told you we were fucking?”

You shrug, glass still to your lips, then finally swallow and return it to the coaster. “Nobody.” Your cheeks flush with heat as the delayed embarrassment finally starts to kick in. “Forget I said anything.”

Jimin takes the bowl and lighter from Hobi but is clearly not satisfied with your answers, because he sets both down on the coffee table and fully turns to face you, crossing his legs under him on the couch cushion. “What made you think we were?”

You make a face, wondering how that’s even a question. “I don’t know, have you seen the two of you interact?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Jimin flirts with anything that moves.” Jimin shrugs and nods as if to co-sign this assessment.

“You’ve been roommates for like a decade! You always talk about living together forever!”

They blink at you, apparently waiting for you to produce better evidence for your claims.

You close your eyes and let out a deep exhale. “Whatever, look, I made an assumption and I shouldn’t have. And I was wrong. My bad. Let’s move on.”

You crack one eye open to see them both shrug it off.

Jimin reaches for the lighter and bowl once more as a weird feeling bubbles up in your chest. You grab your phone to find a song to reset the energy of the space. You didn’t mean to kill the vibe, you think to yourself, and then Kendrick Lamar seems like the obvious choice.

They both nod in approval, Jimin’s full lips wrapped around the end of the bowl, and Hobi immediately starts to sing along. The chorus is perfect for his deep vocal register, and he effortlessly slips into the fast-paced verse as Jimin inhales.

You should leave it alone. You know you should. But something you assumed to be objective truth has just been disproven, and now you have to question everything. Is the sky even still blue?

“You guys are gay though, right?”

The laughter starts up again, and you sink so low on the couch you almost slide off. “What the fuck?!”

“Oh my god, look at her,” Hoseok cackles, crawling over to slide onto the cushion next to you. You scoot back up and roll towards him, burying your face in his shoulder and tucking your knees alongside him. “Did your entire world just turn upside down?”

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You’re terrified to say anything else, so you can only nod your head against his shoulder.

Taking pity on you, Hoseok wraps his arms around you, his fingers running gently through your hair. His nails barely graze your scalp and you shiver in pleasure, melting that much further into him. “I love you, but you’re an idiot.” He scoffs. “No, we’re not gay.”

While you were having an existential crisis, Jimin must have snuck in a second hit, and he chokes on it now, coughing out a few puffs of smoke. He gives a little shrug. “I mean, I’m not not gay.”

“But you, Hoseok?!” You pull away slightly to look at him and he gives you a look right back.

“What’s that supposed to mean, bitch?”

You scramble to find some evidence for this belief you’ve held for a decade and are unable to come up with much. “Y-you’re such a good dancer, and you love fashion… You saw Lady Gaga in Vegas!”

He rolls his eyes and shoves you. “Alright, get off me.”

“Wait, no!” You slump backwards, bumping against Jimin’s leg, and let out a frustrated groan. “I’m sorry, Hobi, I didn’t mean it like that.” He pouts at you, apparently still a little hurt.

You continue, trying to dig yourself out. “I seriously don’t care, and you know I love you guys no matter what. But you have to understand that I’ve held these… clearly delusional beliefs for a long time.” You pause and a smile cracks over your face. “And I’m also high as shit, so like. Just give me a second to process this.”

“Jimin-ah!” Hoseok’s concentration has suddenly shifted away from you, and you turn to see Jimin taking his third hit in a row. He looks sheepish as he blows out the smoke, then flashes a small smile.

“What? You guys seemed busy.” He finally hands you the bowl and the lighter; you’re grateful for the distraction.

You’re about to touch the flame to the green when he adds, “I think Hobi’s just mad because he always wanted to fuck you, and now it turns out you thought he was gay the whole time.”

You nearly drop the bowl. “What?!” You scream, but you’re drowned out by the half-yell, half-laugh Hoseok makes as he leaps over you and tackles Jimin.

They roll onto the floor, leaving you sitting stupidly on the couch alone, way too fucking high for this.

Hobi wraps himself around Jimin, pinning his arms and legs in place in what almost looks like a full-body hug. He’s cackling like a madman, his nose pressed into the crook of Jimin’s neck. “I’m going to fucking kill you, you smug son of a bitch.” He whispers, and Jimin giggles and squirms, trying to free himself.

You look down at the bowl in your hand, beyond confused, then shrug and take your hit anyway.

Jimin manages to wrench one arm free, tickling Hobi until he finally relents and they break apart from each other, both breathing heavy. Jimin lays flat on his back, laughing contentedly to himself as he stares up at the ceiling. Hoseok is on his hands and knees, and he leans forward to press his forehead into the carpet, gasping for air.

Nobody says anything for a moment, and you set the bowl and lighter on the table. “Can we just start over? Forget everything that everyone has said tonight?”

Hoseok lifts his head to make eye contact with you, still panting. “I don’t know why Jimin said it like that. Like he didn’t wanna fuck you too.”

You grab a pillow off the couch and shove it over your face. “Someone please tell me what the fuck is going on,” you wail, slightly muffled by the fabric.

A pair of hands close around yours, and the pillow shifts out of your vision, replaced by Jimin’s face. He’s kneeling on the floor in front of you, leaning in. His eyes linger on your mouth.

“Hoseok’s not wrong.” Jimin licks his lips.

“Oh my god Park Jimin, do not fucking flirt with me right now!” You yank the pillow back from him and move to smack him with it, but your reflexes are slowed enough that he’s able to shield his face with his arms in time, dissolving into a fresh round of giggles. You continue to beat him senseless with your fluffy weapon.

“Okay, okay, ow! I’ll tell you the truth if you stop hurting me!”

You’re slightly more intrigued than you are pissed off, so you relent, hugging your arms around the pillow in your lap. “Go ahead.”

Jimin seems unprepared to say more, and his eyes dart to Hoseok, looking for an out.

Hoseok groans and pulls himself back onto the couch, and Jimin mirrors him on the other side of you. “The truth is…” Hobi starts, clearly unsure of how to phrase it. “We were fifteen. And you were a cool girl who smoked weed with us. So obviously, we wanted to fuck you.”

Your head spins and you cling to your pillow for dear life. “B-but… Neither of you ever… We never…”

“Never what? Tried anything? Come on. We didn’t have any game, we were total losers back then. And you didn’t seem like you were interested, so we didn’t want to ruin things.”

“I don’t know why you weren’t.” Jimin leans one elbow on the back of the couch, resting his head in his hand and purposefully flexing his bicep.

Hoseok rolls his eyes, but he’s still grinning, amused by Jimin’s antics as always. “It’s also kind of awkward when you’re both into the same girl.” Hobi shoots a very specific look at Jimin, and your eyes dart between them, trying to decode the hidden message.

Jimin bites down on his bottom lip, cheeks puffing out in laughter, understanding something that is lost on you.

“Tell me!” You smack a hand on each of their thighs. “No more secrets!”

“Ohhh, Jimin-ah, do you want to tell her?” Hoseok tilts his head, his face flushing. “It’s embarrassing!”

“Well, now you have to tell me!” You persist.

Jimin’s cheeks are red now too, and he shifts uncomfortably, playing with the hem of his shirt. It must be bad if the guy who is literally known for being shameless can’t even say it. A thousand possibilities race through your mind.

“Sometimes after you left, I’d, uh, go to the bathroom while Hoseok stayed in the basement and we’d… You know. Take care of things. Separately.”

Surely the drugs were laced and this entire conversation is some wild hallucination, you think to yourself. This cannot be real life.

“And sometimes,” Hoseok says, his voice breaking as a nervous laugh rips through him. Jimin turns away and buries his face in the arm of the couch, already full-body cringing in preparation for whatever Hobi is about to say. “We’d take care of things… not separately.”

At this, you’re on your feet, your security pillow falling to the floor. “So you are gay!”

“No!” Hobi stands up beside you, hands reaching to grip your shoulders as he convulses with laughter.

“I thought I made my status clear earlier,” Jimin mumbles, face pressed into the couch.

“The dicks never touched,” Hoseok clarifies with a shake of your shoulders, still laughing.

“Like that makes any difference,” you counter.

“We never touched each other’s dicks. It was a… mutual masturbation of sorts.”

You pause to consider this. “I– Wow. I think I need a minute.” You allow Hoseok to gently push you back down to the couch. He sits next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders again, guiding you to lay on your side with your head resting in his lap. You don’t resist.

“I really thought we’d take that one to the grave,” Jimin says with a laugh, reaching for his glass of water.

“I can’t believe you never told me,” you mumble. Your mind drifts back to high school. It feels like another lifetime. How did nothing ever happen? Why weren’t you interested in them?

You think back on fifteen-year-old you and give her a pity laugh. For starters, she was a fucking trainwreck. You were so self-conscious and anxious back then, it probably never even occurred to you that anyone was capable of having any desire towards you.

And then at some point, as you got older, you’d convinced yourself they were boyfriends, or at the very least fucking. Once it seemed like the option was off the table, you’d never considered it again.

But now… Your head spins.

Your best friends are obviously extremely attractive; you have eyes. And they apparently want to fuck you– or at least, they did. But what about now? The unspoken question lingers in your mind.

You’re desperately touch-starved and in need of a good fuck, this much you know. But these are your best friends. Could you do it? Should you? Would they even want to? Would it mess everything up? And how would it work, logistically? Would you have to pick one? Would they take turns? Or would they… share?

Your body shudders with a mixture of arousal and confusion, and you feel Hoseok rub his hand along your upper arm, then your back.

“Hey, it’s okay. Come back to earth. Don’t let it ruin your high.”

You’re not sure you even feel high anymore, just overwhelmed and on edge. You sit up slowly, still shivering.

Something bumps against your arm and you realize it’s Jimin’s hand. He laces his fingers through yours and gives your hand a squeeze. You glance at him.

“Are you okay?”

You swallow hard and let your eyes flutter closed for a moment. These little touches alone, Jimin’s hand in yours, Hoseok rubbing small circles into your back, feel incredible. You’re overcome with the realization of how much you love them both, how grateful you are that this bond you share has stayed the same for more than a decade despite so much else changing.

“Yeah,” you say with a small smile, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m good.” You open your eyes.

The fingers of his right hand still working along the column of your spine, Hoseok leans forward to grab the discarded bowl off the table. Communicating in their own silent language, Jimin grabs the lighter with the hand that isn’t holding yours and circles the flame around the bowl when Hobi puts it to his lips.

He takes a long, steady pull, then sets the bowl down again and turns to you. His left hand ghosts over your thigh, just above your knee, while his right slowly moves up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You instinctively turn to face him and realize your pulse is racing. “Can I?” Hoseok asks, his voice stilted as he holds the smoke in, and your heart skips a beat.

You nod, and his right hand cups your jaw, pulling you in. You open your mouth slightly and he does the same, fully closing the distance to press his lips to yours.

He exhales and you inhale, and it’s definitely a very different sensation compared to the chaste inches-apart shotguns you’ve done with them before. You feel him smile against your mouth and you break away to exhale the smoke with a laugh.

“Is this okay?” Hoseok asks again, his eyes searching yours.

You shift, then realize that your hand is still intertwined with Jimin’s, and you look back over at him. He appears to be enjoying the show, which makes your face heat up. No one’s ever watched you like this before; being something worth watching feels good.

You unlace your fingers from Jimin’s and pat his leg. “Be right back, okay?”

You answer Hobi’s question by taking his face in your hands and pulling him in, this time for a kiss that’s just a kiss. Hoseok presses his hands into the small of your back as you move your lips slowly against his, your mind spinning.

You’re kissing your best friend, you can’t help but think to yourself. Your best friend who is not gay. The whole thing is truly unbelievable.

As if sensing how in your head you are, Hoseok takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth, and your breath hitches as you’re suddenly unable to focus on anything else.

He brings his lips to your jaw, then below your ear, then down along the slope of your neck. You tremble at the heat of his mouth on a particularly sensitive spot and he stays there, lightly worrying the skin with his teeth until you whine, then running his tongue across the mark.

“Fuck, Hobi,” you gasp into his ear as he blows a cool stream of air over the same spot. You lean in for more of him, and then you hear the telltale click of the lighter and an inhale from behind you.

God, there’s two of them. You don’t think you’re going to survive this.

You look up at Hoseok as if to ask permission without saying anything. You bite back a smile as you try to think of how on earth you’d phrase it as an actual question: Hey, I know we were just making out, but is it cool if I turn around and make out with your best friend now, who also happens to be my best friend?

You briefly wonder if Hobi can read minds when he grins and says, “Go ahead.”

You shift to face the other way with a nervous giggle and Jimin is there, smiling with his eyes as he holds the hit in his mouth. He repeats the same motion from minutes earlier– you can’t believe it was only minutes earlier– of grazing his fingertips along your jaw, but this time when he tilts your head up, he brings his mouth all the way to yours.

Jimin’s lips are so soft and warm that it takes you a few seconds to remember what you’re supposed to be doing, and then you inhale the smoke that he breathes into your mouth. You wind your fingers in his hair and he moans against you.

The way he kisses is so different from Hoseok, but so equally perfect. Your pulse quickens as you wonder what else they might do differently.

Jimin sucks gently on your bottom lip for a moment, then pulls away. “Do you want to keep going?” He asks, and you can’t imagine how anyone would ever say no. You nod.

A smile lights up his face, and his gaze moves from you to over your shoulder at Hoseok, then back.

“Well, somebody’s gotta go first.” Jimin says, and he proceeds to do what Jimin does best– strip immediately down to his boxers. The speed at which he goes from fully-clothed to nearly naked makes all three of you laugh, and that’s enough to break some of the tension that’s been building in the room.

Jimin pulls you back in for another kiss and you feel hands snake around your hips, just barely pushing up the fabric of your shirt.

“Can I take this off?” Hoseok murmurs in your ear, his breath on your neck.

“Yes,” you say between kisses, and the attention from both of them at once makes it come out more like a moan. Your face flushes at how needy you sound. You break away from Jimin as Hoseok strips your shirt off, and then his fingers press against the band of your bra.

“This too?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to vocalize your answer. Hoseok undoes it easily and you slide it off, shivering a little as the air hits your bare skin.

Jimin’s mouth drops down to your collarbones, then trails lower, and you lean back on your hands to allow him better access.

The couch shifts slightly as Hoseok stands. You hear the sound of his belt hitting the floor at the same time Jimin closes his full lips around your nipple, and the mix of anticipation and sensation is enough to make you moan again.

Jimin sucks the bud into his mouth and teases his tongue over it, earning another whine of pleasure from you. “Yes, Jimin,” you gasp.

Part of you wants to take things slow and enjoy the moment, but another part of you can’t stand being the only person with your pants still on, can’t stand the fact that these two don’t have access to every single inch of you to do whatever they please with.

You don’t wait for either of them to ask, your hands moving beneath Jimin to wriggle your leggings down your thighs.

Jimin takes his mouth off you and giggles, helping to pull your pants the rest of the way off.

You figure it’s your turn to raise the stakes, so you hook your thumbs under your panties and push those down too. Jimin raises his eyebrows as if to ask if you’re sure, and you nod, so he pulls them off. You never would’ve imagined at the start of the evening that you’d end it naked in front of your best friends, or that you would enjoy it so much. It already seems impossible that there was ever a time you didn’t feel this way.

Hobi returns to sit next to you, stripped to his boxers. You only have a moment to wonder what the etiquette is here before he wraps his arms around your waist and scoots you towards him until your back is flush with his chest.

Hoseok’s mouth finds your neck again, clearly enjoying how sensitive you are there. “Hi,” he murmurs against your skin, and then he trails gentle bites from your collarbone to your ear. You can feel the vibrations in his chest as he chuckles when you gasp each time.

He brings a hand up to cup your breast, then rolls your nipple between his fingers and your hips jerk in response. You glance at Jimin who is watching the two of you intently, hand just barely grazing over his boxers.

Jimin brings his other hand to your thigh, and you spread your legs for him. You’re on the verge of desperation, you want it so bad.

“Please,” you whine.

Jimin trails a finger through your folds right as Hoseok gives your nipple a hard tug, and you can’t hold back the cry that rips through you.

“Shit,” Jimin breathes, looking up at you and Hoseok. “She’s already so wet for us.” He slides his finger down to tease circles at your entrance, and you’re so slick that you can hear it. Hoseok groans at the sound.

When Jimin moves up to lightly tap at your clit, you whimper and shudder violently, your head dropping back onto Hobi’s shoulder.

“Yeah, does that feel good?” Hoseok asks, pressing his lips just behind your ear.

Jimin taps again, eliciting the same response from you, even louder this time.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Hoseok says with a soft laugh, and you nod. “Jimin, can you keep making her feel good?”

You see Jimin blush a little at the direction. “Yeah, I can do that.”

There’s a moment where Jimin pauses, looking at how much real estate he has left on the couch and clearly trying to do some quick threesome mental math.

“Hang on a second,” he mutters, and then he stands up and begins to drag the coffee table away from the couch. Watching him do it all with his dick straining against his boxers is enough to make you giggle.

Hobi guides you to turn and scoot forward until your hips are at the edge of the couch, his legs resting on either side of yours. He nudges your thigh with his hand and you gently spread your legs again.

He nuzzles into your neck. “This still okay?”

You’re so wet you think you might literally be dripping onto the couch. “It’s better than okay,” you say. He smiles as he presses a kiss to your jaw.

Having sufficiently cleared enough space, Jimin returns to kneel between your spread legs. He’s so fucking pretty, you think to yourself as you watch his eyelashes flutter. His full lips trail teasing kisses along the inside of your thigh, and you smile, reaching down to brush his hair off his forehead.

Without warning, Jimin licks a stripe up the center of your cunt. Hoseok must be watching him because he rolls your nipple between his fingers at the same moment. It feels so good that you almost can’t take it.

“Jimin,” you gasp, aching for more. “Please, I need you.”

Understanding what you mean, Jimin settles in between your legs and brings his mouth to you. You moan as he works your clit, alternating between circling it with his tongue and firm suction from his lips. Everything is so slick, his mouth so soft, that it feels amazing.

When Hoseok’s lips and teeth find your neck again, a wave of pleasure rolls through you. Hoseok’s hands close around yours, and he guides you to wind your fingers in Jimin’s hair.

“Ride his face,” Hoseok groans.

Tentatively, you circle your hips, and Jimin whines encouragingly. “Oh fuck,” you hiss as your cunt slides over his tongue.

You’re already close to coming undone and desperate for it now. You grip Jimin's hair, reveling in the pleasure and the filthy wet sounds as you grind your clit against his tongue. Hoseok nips and licks at your neck, and then you feel his breath in your ear.

“That’s it, baby. Come on his tongue.”

All you can do is whine and nod, and your orgasm crests as they take you apart together.

You keep Jimin’s mouth held firmly to you as you pulse and shudder, until finally it’s too much. You drop your hands and collapse back against Hoseok, who presses a kiss to your temple. You take a moment to lay there, blissed out, letting the post-orgasm high wash over you.

“Wow,” you breathe. “That was fun.”

Jimin wipes his mouth with his hand, then leans forward to rest his head on your stomach. “Very fun.”

“Now what?” You ask, sitting up a little, and the eagerness in your voice makes them both laugh.

“Well, that’s up to you.” Jimin moves to sit on the couch next to you. “We can stop, if you want to stop.”

You can see they’re both still hard, and you feel a little guilty that you got off without so much as touching either of them. “That’s not fair, you two didn’t even…” you trail off, embarrassed.

Hobi shrugs. “Don’t feel like you have to be responsible for it. This was just about making you feel good.”

You smile. “Well, don’t get me wrong, that was amazing.” Your voice shakes a little with nerves. “But I do specifically need to get fucked.”

They look at each other and exchange knowing smiles, clearly pleased with your response.

“But first,” you continue. “Would you show me, uh… what you used to do? After I left?” Their faces both flush and you wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly very aware of your nakedness after stating your desire so plainly. “I mean, only if you want to! Don’t do it if it’s weird. I don’t know what the rules are here.”

Jimin looks at Hoseok with a shrug. “It’s your call, babe,” he purrs in an apparent test of Hoseok’s boundaries.

Hobi snorts. “Don’t call me babe. But yeah, we can show her.” He pauses for a second, making a face like he’s deciding whether or not to say something. “But Jimin, do you want me to…?” He trails off and raises his eyebrows, leaving some question unasked.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you exclaim, your eyes darting between the two of them as you try to understand. “Back up. Is there more?” You’re not sure you could handle much more. “What didn’t you tell me?”

Hoseok keeps staring at Jimin with that same look on his face, then he clears his throat. “Would you like to tell her or should I?”

Jimin giggles, obviously embarrassed. “Hoseok would…” He smiles. “Mmm, how do I put this. He likes to talk. When we did… that together, he would talk to me. I didn’t mind. It was kind of nice, actually.” He shivers a little.

You blink, astounded by the confession. You’ve picked up on their natural leanings towards dominant and submissive, but you never would’ve expected this.

“I… I want to hear it, if that’s okay.”

Silently agreeing that it is, they move to fully strip, Hoseok untangling himself from around you. You can’t watch both of them at the same time and your eyes jump back and forth between them, unable to make a decision.

Never one to turn down the opportunity for a show, Jimin swings a leg over you so that he’s straddling your thigh, thumbs teasing at the waistband of his underwear as he rolls his hips. He’s done this to you before, because he’s Jimin, but never this seriously, and never with his dick straining against his boxers the way it is now.

Your face flushes as you watch him move. You long to reach out and take him in your hand, but you try to behave and not touch the performer. He licks his lips and then gives his waistband a proper tug down, and his dick springs free, thick and perfectly straight. You swallow hard.

Satisfied that you’re appropriately teased, Jimin shifts back to stand up, turning around to peel his boxers all the way off. Even his ass looks good, you think to yourself as you watch him.

You hear a laugh and realize Hoseok has been enjoying the show too, and he steps forward to occupy the space in front of you, gently nudging your legs apart so he can stand between them.

“Would you like to help?” He asks softly, and you nod.

You run your hands along his stomach, scratching your nails against his skin in retribution for his earlier teasing bites. He hisses a little at the feeling, and then you move one hand to palm him over his boxers and he groans.

“Take it out, baby,” he encourages, and you do, slipping the waistband down to pull his cock out. He’s not as thick as Jimin, but the length and slight curve of him make your core throb. He’s rock hard when you wrap your hand around him.

Hoseok bites his lip in an apparent attempt to maintain his composure as you give him a few slow strokes. His fingers brush under your chin and he tilts your head up to look at him. “Do you want to watch us?”

You really do, it’s almost embarrassing how much you want to. You nod and push his boxers down his thighs, and Hoseok smiles, stepping away to finish the job.

They stand in front of the couch, far enough apart to ensure no chance of touching, but still close enough that you can keep your eyes on both of them at the same time. You grab a couch pillow off the floor and hug it to your chest.

The absurdity of the situation clearly sets in, and there’s a pause as no one is quite sure how to begin.

Then Hoseok says in a booming voice, “okay, Jimin-ah!”, and it’s enough to make Jimin double over in laughter, his dick slapping against his stomach.

You wrap your arms around the pillow in your lap as you laugh, too, and it’s with a strange sense of relief. A reminder that these two idiots are the same idiots you know and love, even with their dicks out.

“Stop, stop,” Jimin gasps, trying to breathe. “We have to be serious.”

He manages to compose himself enough to survey Hobi again, a smile still playing at his lips. The look on his face is his classic flirtatious expression, like he’s daring Hoseok to look away first. “Go ahead,” he challenges. “Like old times.”

In unison, they each bring a hand up and spit into it, and you have to keep yourself from giggling. You hide your face behind the pillow, but peek over it, not wanting to miss a thing.

“Touch yourself, Jimin,” Hoseok commands as he begins to stroke himself, and Jimin obeys, starting off at a slightly slower pace.

You bite your lip at the way Hoseok watches him. “How does it feel?”

“Good. Really good.” Jimin grunts, his eyelashes fluttering as he closes his eyes. His hips roll, matching the rhythm of the way he works his cock. You just know his stroke game must be deadly and your cunt clenches, ready for more.

They can’t be the only ones allowed to enjoy this, you reason, and you slip your hand between your legs under the pillow.

“Are you having fun tonight, Jimin?”

Jimin just barely moans as he lets out a sigh, face flushing. “Yes, fuck. It’s so hot.” You bite your lip and nod in agreement as your fingers push into your cunt, still soaked from Jimin’s earlier attention.

“Did you like kissing her?” He smiles, and you can’t help but do the same. “Yeah, I did.”

Hoseok’s voice is a little more breathless now. “Did you like playing with her tits?”

“Uh-huh,” he whines. You slide your other hand up to pinch your nipple, your back arching at the feeling.

“How about making her come on your tongue?”

“Fuck yes,” Jimin groans, pausing to squeeze his hand at the base of his cock. You can see fresh precum leak from him and you lick your lips. You speed up the pace of your fingers. “It was so fucking sexy.”

“Was it as good as you always imagined?” Hoseok says with a dry chuckle.

Jimin rolls his hips into his hand again. “It was better.”

“What else do you want to do tonight, Jimin?”

At this, Jimin’s eyes flutter open, and he stares intently back at Hoseok. “Anything,” he says, and then he fucking winks.

To his credit, Hoseok manages to keep his composure, though he can’t quite hide the smile on his face as he continues to stroke himself. “Is that right?”

Jimin only nods.

Hoseok turns to you, as if he might pose the question to you next, but then he sees the state you’re in. He takes his hand off himself to reach for the pillow, and you don’t fight him as he moves it away, leaving you with nothing to hide behind.

“Holy shit, look at you,” Hoseok breathes.

You let your eyes fall closed as you continue to touch yourself. You’ve never felt more exposed or more turned on.

You sense something move above you, and when you open your eyes again, Hoseok is kneeling in front of you. His hands trace up your thighs, thumbs massaging expertly at the muscles there, and your legs reflexively spread wider to allow him more access.

“Shit, Hobi,” you whine.

“Do you want us to fuck you now?” His low voice is almost a whisper, and all you can do is nod. You slide your fingers out from your cunt. He catches your wrist in his hand and pulls it to him, closing his lips around your slick fingers to taste you with a glint in his eyes.

You whimper at the sight, and your gaze flickers up to Jimin. He’s standing and watching the two of you, pillowy lower lip between his teeth, his hand squeezing the base of his cock.

Hoseok pulls off your fingers and smiles. “Who do you want to fuck you first?”

Your eyes linger on Jimin, and your core throbs at the thought of the way he was rolling his hips.

You look back at Hoseok and a strange wave of anxiety washes over you. Jimin went down on you– if Hobi hasn’t actually done anything yet, shouldn’t he be the one who gets to fuck you first? You’d never considered the mental calculus involved in a threesome before. You don’t want to make anyone feel left out or less desired. You really do want both of them.

He must be able to see the wheels turning in your head, because Hoseok takes your face in his hands, his expression serious. “Hey,” he says, gently shaking your head side to side. You smile a little and he smiles back. “Hi,” he tries again.

“Hi.”

“It’s not a trick question, okay? There’s no wrong answer. I literally just want you to tell me what you want. And if the honest answer is that you want to stop, then that’s also a right answer. You hear me?” You nod your head in his hands, and you think your heart might burst as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Now,” Hoseok tries again. “Would you like to suck my dick while Jimin fucks you?”

You swallow hard. “Yes, please.”

“Do we need condoms?” Jimin asks, and you look up at him, then back down at Hoseok.

“I–I’m okay. I mean, I’m clean, and on the pill. Unless you guys want them.”

“We’re both clean,” Jimin nods, his face flushing a little. “Honestly, not a lot of time for sex in our schedules.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Maybe you should just fuck each other.”

Hoseok barks a laugh. “It would certainly be easier.”

As he’s clearly the person in the room most comfortable giving orders, Hoseok has you switch places with him so that he’s sitting on the couch and you’re kneeling in front of him. You run your hands along his thighs, enjoying the opportunity to return the massage, kneading at the firm muscles in his legs. He groans and lets his head drop back on the cushion as your fingers tease higher and higher.

His dick is hard and leaking, flush against the flat plane of his stomach, and it twitches when you take it in your hand. You work up some saliva in your mouth and let it drop onto him. Hoseok hisses as you spread the wetness over his shaft.

You lean down to put your mouth on him, and that’s when Jimin chooses to slide into you from behind. The way his thick head stretches you open feels so good that you moan around Hoseok’s dick, and his hips snap up in response.

“Shit,” Jimin hisses at the same time Hoseok groans “fuck”. You could get used to making two men fall apart at once, you think.

Jimin fucks you slowly from behind, hips rolling fluidly, and the fullness of him feels incredible after so long. He’s just as good as you thought he would be, and his pace is gentle enough that you can still take Hoseok’s dick in your mouth without feeling like you’re choking on it. You revel in the sensation as Jimin’s rhythm naturally pushes you up and down along Hoseok’s length.

“God, your fucking mouth,” Hoseok groans as you swirl your tongue around him. His hips shudder up towards you, desperate for more, and you can tell that Jimin’s relaxed pace is driving him crazy.

Jimin must notice this because you can hear him giggle softly behind you. “Sorry–” his voice breaks as he grinds into you. “This is about as fast as I can go,” he rolls his hips again with another whine. “If you want me to last.”

You slide your mouth off Hoseok with a wet pop, continuing to stroke him with your hand. “I don’t mind either way, Jimin.” You do your best to look back at him. “It feels fucking amazing.”

You return your attention to Hoseok, and his eyes are dark with lust.

“Can he come in you?” Hoseok asks, his voice hoarse. You lick a stripe up his cock and he groans, laughing a little at how much of a tease you are.

“Yes,” you say with a shy smile.

“Do it, Jimin,” Hoseok commands. “Come in her.”

As if he’s been waiting his whole life to receive the order, Jimin pushes into you with a newfound ferocity. He keeps the same fluid movement but his hips roll faster and faster, and the feeling of his cock pounding into you is so overwhelming that you can’t stop yourself.

“Oh my god, Jimin, fuck, yes, fuck–” You gasp and rock your hips back, matching his rhythm.

You hear Hoseok grunt and for a moment you lose concentration, your thrusts faltering and your head swimming as the worry creeps back in that you’re not giving him enough attention. You look up, still breathless from the way Jimin is fucking you, to see Hoseok jerking his cock at the same tempo, gaze fixed on you. His tongue toys sloppily at the corner of his mouth.

“Do you like watching Jimin fuck me?” You manage to ask, attempting to try out your own dirty talk and simultaneously check in on Hobi. A smile breaks across his face.

“I fucking love it,” he groans, giving himself one long, slow pump before he resumes his steady pace. His other hand reaches up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Keep fucking yourself on his cock like that. You’re perfect.”

You follow Hoseok’s instructions, rutting back onto Jimin, and it’s enough to finally send him over the edge.

With one final body roll, Jimin pushes all the way into you with a high-pitched whine, his cock pulsing inside of you as he comes. He gives a few shallow thrusts, milking all of his release out, and then he slumps forward, thoroughly spent.

“Holy shit,” he giggles, arms wrapping around your waist. You can feel him trembling, and you turn over in his arms, leaning back against the foot of the couch. Jimin drops his head onto your shoulder and you press your nose into the crook of his neck, trailing a few gentle kisses across his collarbones.

As you shift you feel his cum slowly start to leak out of you, and you look down in mild embarrassment, pressing your knees together. Having someone come inside you is the kind of thing that always sounds sexy until it actually happens, and then it’s just a mess.

Hoseok gives Jimin a few moments to recover, hand still teasing over his own cock, then finally gives his shoulder a squeeze. “Hey, Jimin-ah. Switch with me.”

Too spent to say anything, Jimin grunts and crawls off you, waiting for Hoseok to free up the couch before he collapses face-first onto it.

You expect Hoseok to pull your mouth back onto him, or turn you around so he can slide into you, but instead he kneels in front of you. “Can you sit up for me?” He asks softly, and you lift yourself onto the couch cushion behind you, Jimin shifting to make enough space for your ass.

Hoseok places his hands on your knees, which are still clenched together to hide everything leaking out of you, and he raises his eyebrows in a silent question.

Your pulse quickens at the look in his eyes, and you slowly let your legs drop open.

You can feel his breath over your center, and then he swipes a finger up your thigh to push a trail of arousal back inside you.

“Can I taste you?” Hoseok asks, and you squirm a little in response. “You can say no,” he reminds you.

“I-I mean,” you falter. “I would like that, but– you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. Since it’s… messy. We can just fuck.”

Hoseok laughs. “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to. And frankly, there isn’t much I don’t want to do to you.” He leans in to lick up another drip running down your thigh and you shiver at the feeling of his tongue against your skin.

He looks at you again, waiting patiently for your final answer, and your face grows hot as you nod your consent. Needing no further encouragement, he spreads your legs even wider and brings his mouth to you.

Hoseok’s tongue is long and precise, and he laps up and swallows every bit of Jimin’s cum from inside you like it’s his last meal. The little gulps and groans he makes as he licks into you again and again are unreal. Your pussy is so sensitive from just being fucked that each stroke of his tongue makes you whimper.

This takes his affinity for cleaning to a whole new level, your last brain cell thinks, and then he drags his tongue up your folds and you can no longer form coherent thoughts. You can only moan while still softly laughing at your own joke as he licks figure eights over your clit.

When he slips two fingers into your cunt, your back arches.

“Fucking shit, Hobi, oh my god–” you moan. You collapse back, lost in the feeling, and knock against Jimin, stretched out on the couch behind you.

You reach towards him, and his hand finds yours, your fingers interlacing. You turn your head to look at him and he’s watching you intently, lips parted slightly and pupils blown with lust.

You’ve gotten the idea a few times tonight that Jimin is a bit of a voyeur, and you’re starting to learn that you quite enjoy being an exhibitionist for him.

Hoseok quickens the pace of his fingers, pressing deliberately on your front wall, and you cry out from the pleasure, your gaze locked on Jimin. “Just like that, just like that,” you whine, and Jimin nods along with you.

You notice that his other hand is reaching to gently palm at his dick, already getting hard again. “God, you are so fucking sexy,” Jimin murmurs.

Hoseok hums around your clit as if in agreement, and your hips jolt up at the feeling. Aware he’s onto something, he keeps going, humming low in his throat while his tongue works your clit, the vibrations rolling through you. His fingers rub circles inside of you, and you writhe, unable to get enough, your peak rapidly approaching.

Jimin shifts on the couch next to you, your fingers still intertwined, letting go of himself to bring his other hand to your neck. He presses his full lips to yours and sweeps his tongue into your mouth with a groan.

The attention from both of them at once is enough to make you come all the way undone.

You break away from Jimin, bearing down hard on his hand in yours, and cry Hoseok’s name as your second orgasm hits you full-force.

Hoseok’s tongue and fingers slow as your walls flutter around him, but he doesn’t completely let up until your final aftershocks subside.

You squirm away from his touch as you become oversensitive, and he laughs and relents, wiping the back of his hand across his face. His nose, lips, and chin are all shining with your slickness, the results of his efforts. It might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

You’re not sure you remember how to string words together to form sentences, so you’re unable to protest when Hoseok hooks his arm under your knees and pulls your legs up across the couch so that you’re laying down. You roll over in submission and Jimin’s there pressed against you.

Jimin pulls you closer to him, tangling his legs with yours. You lean your cheek into his chest and shut your eyes as your breathing slows. Then he shifts, and you feel something nudge your thigh.

Eyes fluttering open, you glance down and laugh. “I can’t believe you’re already hard again.”

Jimin blushes, kicking his feet a little as if in frustration. “It’s your fault!”

A pair of hands come to your shoulders that could only be Hoseok. Those perfect fingers trail down your back, massaging along your hips. You whine a little at the feeling.

“Well, did you have fun?” He asks, and you turn to see him properly. When he gently rubs his hands across your thighs, you shiver; you’re still overstimulated, but it’s not unpleasant.

“Is it over?”

“If you want it to be,” Hoseok shrugs.

A desire that’s been building up inside of you all night blurts out before you can think to stop it. “I did have one more idea,” you start, then bury your face in Jimin’s shoulder. “I can’t say it, though. I have no idea if it’s even really possible.”

“If it is, we’ll make it happen. We want you to feel good,” Jimin says, wiggling his erection against your hip for added emphasis.

“Okay, but if you don’t actually want to do this, please tell me, and we can all pretend I never said it and that the threesome ended here and everyone was happy.”

“Tell us what you want,” Hoseok commands.

Your voice is nearly a whisper. “I think I want to try double penetration.”

Jimin hums in surprise. “Are you prepped for that?”

You lift your head up as you realize the misunderstanding. “Oh, I– no, sorry, that’s not what I meant. I don’t want to do anal. I was talking about, um, both of you.” You squeeze your eyes shut, face hot as you’re forced to say it out loud. “In my pussy. Together?”

“Wow,” you hear Hoseok groan at the same time Jimin lets out a shaky exhale.

You open your eyes to look at both of them. Hoseok is grinning, and Jimin’s hands roam over your body, gently running along the curve of your waist and then cupping your ass.

“Are you sure?” Jimin asks softly. “That’s probably going to be pretty intense for you.”

You nod, still flushed with embarrassment. Your core is already starting to throb again at the thought. “I learned from a well-endowed hookup that I really like, uh… girth.” You cringe at the unsexy word. “Is that okay? Can we try it? You can say no.”

Jimin grinds his hips against your thigh with a smirk. “I wasn’t joking when I said I was up for anything.”

Hoseok stands up decisively, doing a terrible job at hiding how excited he is about this. “We’re gonna need some lube. Be right back.” He disappears, heading for the bedroom.

The arousal is already pooling in your belly at the promise of what’s to come, and you press your nose into Jimin’s neck, trying to remember how to breathe. “Hi.”

Jimin dips his head to kiss you. His lips are so soft. He pulls away with a small laugh. “Hi yourself.”

“So, this has been a pretty crazy night.”

He’s still smiling, looking as dazed as you feel. “Tell me about it. This is payoff, like, a decade in the making. I don’t think I’ve ever waited so long for anything.”

Your heart skips a beat. “I’m having a really good time.”

Jimin presses another gentle kiss to your forehead. “Me too,” he says, and then Hoseok returns, holding the bottle of lube triumphantly, like it’s a prestigious award or a designer bag.

You sit up and offer your palms to him, and he squeezes a decent amount into each one. The movement is just clinical enough that it has you all giggling, tense with anticipation.

Hoseok and Jimin kneel on either side of you, and you work your hands over them until they’re nice and slick and groaning under your touch. You’re still soaked from Hoseok’s tongue, but you rub what’s leftover on your palm across your entrance, if only for good luck.

Hoseok leans back against the arm of the couch, his dick fully erect and leaking. His eyes are already heavy-lidded with lust, but he’s smiling so big, you don’t even have to ask if he’s enjoying himself.

You crawl over him and he kisses you hungrily as you sink down onto him. He’s longer, and you have to take a second to get used to the new feeling, circling your hips a little.

“God, you take my cock so well,” Hoseok groans, giving your ass a playful smack. You wiggle until you’re sure you’ve sunk as low as you can go on him. “That was the hard part. Now it’s just Jimin,” he teases with a laugh, and Jimin sends a pillow sailing in his direction, missing by several inches.

You lean forward, bracing yourself over Hoseok who takes the opportunity to graze his lips and teeth along the slope of your neck. You feel Jimin’s head press at your entrance.

“Ready?” Jimin breathes, and you look back to nod at him. He starts to push into you, devastatingly slow.

It doesn’t really work like porn or romance novels would have you expect, where everything slides in easily and feels great right away. There’s a stretch and a fullness that’s intensely uncomfortable at first. You have to ask Jimin to stop and wait a couple of times while you adjust and wince at the sensation.

He and Hoseok are impressively patient with you, teasing their hands and mouths over your body in an effort to get your cunt to relax, until you’re nearly shaking from the pressure in your core. Little by little, Jimin manages to slide himself into you alongside Hoseok.

After minutes that seem more like hours, Jimin grunts, his head dropping onto your shoulder as his hips give a final push. “Fuck. That’s it. That’s all of me.”

The pain is still there, but you can tell it’s starting to morph into something else, something good. You’ve never felt anything like it before.

You all take a second to breathe and let it sink in that this is really happening. No one is quite sure what to do next. Hoseok experiments first, rolling his hips in a lazy circle that makes all three of you react with a noise.

“Fuck, Jimin,” he groans. “I can feel you.”

Jimin bites his lip, his cheeks flushing, and nods in agreement.

Hoseok sets the rhythm, thrusting into you with long, slow strokes, and then Jimin’s fingers grip at your hips and he gently starts to move, too.

You can’t help but whimper at the way it feels– you are overwhelmingly, perfectly full.

The sensation is incredible now, the way they slip and grind against each other inside of you. You can only sit there and take it as they alternate fucking into you. You swear and groan their names interchangeably, over and over.

“Tell us how it feels,” Hoseok grunts. “Taking two dicks in your tight little cunt.”

“Fuck, it’s so fucking good,” you moan.

“Shit,” Jimin groans, “all this friction…” He lets out a shaky laugh. “God, I think I’m gonna come again.”

Your breath hitches and Hoseok doesn’t miss a thing. “You like that, baby? You want Jimin to fill you up again?”

You nod with a whimper. “And you. Both of you.”

Hoseok laughs and groans at the same time. “Oh my god, you are so fucking hot.” He punctuates the final words with three thrusts into you, picking up his pace. Each thrust means he slides against Jimin, and on the third one, you hear a moan behind you.

“Shit, Hoseok, agh! I’m coming, I’m coming,” Jimin ruts into you in fast, short strokes as his climax hits, and his cock twitches and shudders inside you again.

As Hoseok groans beneath you, you realize that he can feel it all too.

“Fuck yes, Jimin,” Hoseok hisses. The extra slickness of Jimin’s fresh arousal just makes everything that much easier, that much messier, and that much hotter. You know Hoseok is fast approaching his end as he fucks you, his strokes deep and hard.

The way his length bottoms out inside you when you’re already so tender is too much, and you lean back into Jimin.

“Yes, fuck, yes, I’m–” you gasp with each thrust, and then your third orgasm takes you by surprise and you can’t do anything but cry out.

Jimin wraps an arm over your shoulders to steady you. You can feel him trembling beneath you as your walls pulse around both of them again and again and again. You’ve never come this hard in your life, and the endless waves of your orgasm are enough to finally bring Hoseok to his peak with a hoarse groan of your name.

Your hips grind down on him and work him through his release and the aftershocks of yours, riding out every last bit until your cunt is quivering from overstimulation. With all three of you entirely spent, you let yourself crash from the high and slump forward against Hoseok’s chest.

There are a few moments of bliss before you feel everything start to drip down your thighs. It probably should be gross to be so full of lube and two loads of cum. Maybe it will be in a few minutes, you think to yourself.

But right now, it’s fucking hot.

“Holy shit,” you whisper as the room slowly returns around you. You can feel both of them starting to soften inside you, and you glance down, mostly because you can’t believe that really just happened.

When you do, you realize that at some point, Hoseok must have also gripped onto your hips, probably when he was fucking up into you. You were too busy taking two dicks at once to keep track of exactly who was doing what when. But now, you see that Hoseok and Jimin have interlaced their fingers together over the curve of your hips.

It’s one of the tamest things that’s happened tonight, but something about it makes your heart crack open.

Your breathing uneven, you run a finger along their still-joined hands. It’s only when the first drop of moisture hits your cheek that you realize you’re crying.

You’re turned enough towards him that Jimin is able to see your expression, and then he’s the first one to break the scene, shifting to slowly withdraw from inside you. He scoots back on the couch, and you feel his hands come to cup your shoulders.

Hoseok keeps his hands on your hips, his touch featherlight as he lifts you up so he can slide out as well. The look on his face is concern mixed with pure love, and you’re suddenly overwhelmed with appreciation for all that he is, all that they both are, your two best friends. That hasn’t changed.

Jimin speaks first. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Come here.”

You lean into his touch and allow yourself to lie down as more tears spill over. Jimin’s fingers scratch along your scalp, and you roll onto your side and curl up. “Post-orgasm chemicals can be weird, and that was–” he bites back a laugh, “–really fucking intense. Just let it out.”

You’re leaking out of both ends, you think to yourself, and you press your cheek into the couch cushion, laughing and crying at the same time. “This is so embarrassing. I swear to god I’m fine.”

You feel what must be Hoseok’s hand rubbing gently along your thigh, and his voice confirms it. “Happy tears?”

You nod. “Very happy tears. That was incredible.”

Hobi wiggles his body into the tight space between you and the back of the couch, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from falling off. “You were incredible. I’m glad you had fun.” He shudders softly against you and you look up to see Jimin running his other hand through Hoseok’s hair.

“We definitely did,” Jimin says with a small giggle as he scratches both of your heads. “I think our inner teenagers can rest happy with the knowledge that it did finally end up happening one day.”

You smile. “I’m glad it happened now, because I definitely couldn’t have done any of that when I was a teenager.”

Hobi cackles into the crook of your neck. “And Jimin would’ve came even faster than he did tonight!”

At this, Jimin fists the hand in Hoseok’s hair, leaning over him. “My dick is sensitive, and I don’t appreciate you making fun of it,” he growls.

Realizing how close their faces are, Hobi is the one to start the game of chicken this time, tilting his face up towards Jimin. “Is that right, Jimin-ah? Got a sensitive dick?”

Jimin doesn’t miss a beat and continues to lean towards Hoseok’s mouth, tugging on his hair. You really think they might actually do it this time, considering everything else that’s happened, but Hoseok finally relents in an explosion of giggles, turning to hide his face against your shoulder before Jimin can kiss him.

“I yield, I yield!”

Some things never change. ~*~

Approximately half an hour and one shower later, the three of you are again collapsed together in a heap on the couch, shifted over by one cushion to avoid the wet spot. Jimin’s arms are wrapped around your waist while Hobi plays with your hair.

They’ve lent you clothes to sleep in, and the big t-shirt (Hoseok’s) and black sweatpants (Jimin’s) are each infused with the scent of their respective owner. Smelling like both of them at the same time makes you feel loved, even claimed. Your brain is buzzing from the post-threesome and post-crying endorphin overload (not to mention the THC), and you sigh happily.

“Hey, Hobi?” You say with a restrained giggle. He turns to look at you, brushing his damp hair off his forehead. “I think you might be a little gay now.”

He rolls his eyes. “Oh my god. Shut up.”

“Your dick literally touched another dick. Like, a lot.”

“Yeah, inside you! Surely that negates the gay part!”

“I don’t know, Hobi,” Jimin says in agreement. “You also ate cum out of her. I don’t even swallow that stuff, man.”

“I hate you both,” Hoseok laughs, folding his arms behind his head. “Look, I don’t give a shit. If enjoying every single second of tonight makes me gay, then I’ll lead the fucking pride parade.”

You laugh, scrambling to find your phone. Now you have to play Gaga. You put on Bad Romance and Hoseok instantly sits up.

“Okay, I do also know the dance to this. Wanna see?” He untangles himself from you and Jimin to jump up and strike a pose, hands already fixed into monster claws.

Jimin giggles, leaning in to nuzzle your cheek. “I’m gonna go make some buldak, but please film this so we can blackmail him forever.”

~*~

A/N: if you actually made it all the way to the end you're a real one. i'm v lazy about crossposting/putting my masterlist together on here, but i've got more stuff on AO3 if you enjoyed!! would love to hear your thoughts, i'm honestly dying for more friends in this space lol. thanks for reading 💜

#hoseok x reader #hoseok smut #jimin x reader #jimin smut #bts smut #don't rly wanna tag this as jihope bc it's like... not gay? only a little gay?#what am i doing with my life #two in one

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littledollll · 1 year

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Back with a request but not Agere :0 I know mad I have one of those to send next so don’t fret my love and how is your day going? Remember you’re so loved

Prompt~ so I feel like an angsty Larissa x reader fic based off the song “ceilings- Lizzy McApline” would be perfect. It goes on about how they wish to be with someone yet it’s not a real opportunity. They can’t be with them for some reason. I feel you could write that beautifully ~ shy anon🕊️

Lonely dreams

Larissa Weems x reader

A/n: im hanging in there babes, it’s lovely to see you here like always, I hope you enjoy. Idk how to do songlyric fics so I won’t cuz scary but I’ve actually had vivid daydreams about this song and this is how it goes. Requests are open

Warning: fluff, loss, grief.

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You had the perfect life. Everything you’ve ever dreamt of came true for you. Your dream job, the love of your life, that easy going, calm, day to day and you’ve always craved, you finally had it.

A safe routine that repeated every day, you and Larissa worked and lived together like you always wished. You’d wake up every morning with littered kisses all over your face, making you giggle and pout. Making breakfast together was probably the best part of your day, you and Larissa together in a spacious kitchen with everything you could possibly need for the perfect meal, it felt like those love story movies, when they’d show those baking montages filled with laughs and attacking eachother with food.

Walking hand in hand through the hallways made you feel so confident, having Larissa Weems proudly showing you to the world. She walked you to your class with a kiss on the very tip of your nose, making you giggle and turn away to compose yourself before you had to start class.

“I will see you at lunch, my love.” Something made you want to pull her back, to stop her from walking away and give you just another kiss. But you didn’t, instead letting her go, “Have a good day, Issa” you said, before running off to start class.

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You had this unsettling feeling running through your bones the whole morning, but it all went away when you met Larissa for lunch. Routine. Just like always, your pre-packed lunch that you made together the afternoon before, a conversation filled lunch or maybe just enjoying eachother in silence. A second to just breathe and be, you hugged and kissed so softly, so sweetly you never wanted to go back. It was a movie, it was your perfect life.

And the day went on, you’d come back to her office after class was over and wait the two hours she stayed extra working after you. You mostly bugged her to get out of the office and come home with you, occasionally you’d poke her for attention and get a quick kiss which made you feel giddy all over and sedated you for another few minutes before you inevitably poked her again.

You were resting against Larissa’s shoulder when she closed the computer and looked your way, a sweet smile on her face. “Okay darling, we can go now.”

Larissa’s warm and dazzling smile, was the most comforting thing on this planet, you couldn’t love anything more. It was contagious, whenever she smiled you couldn’t help but follow.

Tonight you’d order take out, every week twice a week, Routine. You’d always pick something new to try for the first time together, and you’d sit together on the couch with nothing but music playing in the background, the second you were done eating you were always the first to fall asleep.

Shuffling down to get confortable as you nuzzled into her chest with a pleased sigh, you could hear her calm heart beat, how her chest lightly moved up and down with every relaxed breath. Your perfect girl, the perfect movie life.

But you woke up, and it was over. The fresh memory of her funeral as if it had been just yesterday. A year, a whole year. And your mind refused to give in to the idea, that was it. She’s gone forever.

There was no such thing as her soft lips waking you up every morning, you didn’t laugh and dance every morning with breakfast, you walked alone through the halls of this now so monotone school, you ate lunch at your desk with nobody but yourself, and you went straight home after school. Losing yourself in daydreams of seeing her again, until you cried yourself to sleep, all to repeat again the next day, routine.

You were harshly slapped by reality each morning. You woke up. And that was it, the end of your perfect movie.

#larissa weems #principal weems #🕊️ anon #Larissa weems angst #principal larissa weems #gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #wednesday larissa weems #larissa weems wednesday #larissa weems nevermore #larissa weems x reader #shy anon love page #shy anon

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ruporas · 1 year

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Esteemed artist, I would love to hear your Trigun thoughts. What specifically? Well, up to you. I saw you have a lot to say in the tags of your art and would love to hear it without the worry of a shadowban

OH..! thank you so much for your curiosity!!!

god, there is SO much to talk about in trigun, i don't even know where to start honestly.

*adding this note after i've finished typing: this is just a whole lot of rambling with unspecified direction. mainly vashwood, mainly trimax

i think the easiest is to open up with vashwood, but if i start with vashwood, not even one post will be enough to encapsulate the layers of love, tragedy, the what-ifs that could've bloomed in-between their travels, their effects on each other, etc etc… and then it also depends on which version of vashwood because the beauty of vashwood is that if you intake all 4 versions (trimax, 98 anime, stampede, badlands rumble), then you get 4 kinds of vashwood that varies in slightly different ways, and i've been incredibly plagued by the brainrot enough to think about them All.

trimax, if not obvious, is my favorite vashwood… though tristamp vashwood is constantly making me lose my mind too -- the original writing and creation of both vash and wolfwood's characters are just so dear to me, even though my gateway into this series started with stampede.

i think the significant portion of my love into vashwood is just how much i love the individual characters themselves; i mean. ok wolfwood started as my favorite character and frankly, i could be argued with that he is my favorite character, but vash is the moooost lovable man ever and a week ago, i was Constantly tearing up thinking about the solitude he faces on the daily; how pre-trimax, he was well and aware of how moment-to-moment his life was and how he can't slow down because he needed to get to knives and thus, he knew any friendships and meaningful connections wouldn't last either… and then beginning of trimax, he got peace for a bit before being forcibly dragged out of it in knowing that knives is out on the move again, but now he has this semi-permanent companion alongside him, someone who follows him and is Really good at sticking by him, so even if vash tried to run, just as he tried to shrug off the insurance girls before, it's not possible against wolfwood.

and this could go into a whole thing about how initially, vash viewed wolfwood as someone that was just following him, trailing alongside him, unwantingly by vash because it really just brings more risk to wolfwood and that's not something vash wants. he reluctantly starts to accept wolfwood's companionship after vol 3 because it was the first time he did literally try to abandon wolfwood (and failed), and as they gradually continued on this journey and learnt more about each other and fought side by side, vash developed a trust that wolfwood would be there no matter what.

though by vol 6-7, vash suffered the most immense loneliness of his life and not even his trust in wolfwood could really shake that loneliness, esp during that chapter where he had asked wolfwood if he was a guide, and hearing wolfwood's affirmative yes, imo, disheartened him, because he might've been hoping to hear something more… like a friend…! but wolfwood is PACKED with guilt and as much as he loved vash at that point and time, he knew that at the end of the day, he was still leading him to knives, as originally intended. how could he call vash as something more, something so personal and dear when that was a mission he hasn't abandoned? they just make me so ill, BUT ANYWAY… inevitably, i ramble about vashwood.

though, i do want to say also… it's funny to receive a question like this since you mention just trigun in general..! i was rereading pre-trimax and end of trimax just yesterday. i honestly don't think i'm good at grasping the overarching messages of stories, so my wording here may butcher the beautiful ending that trimax gives; but i am so floored constantly by stories that dive deep into giving the feeling of hope through the efforts of a collective and highlights connections and love between individuals… i think i remember reading nightow describing trigun as a story that shows all kinds of love and i really enjoy that. from familial love to platonic to romantic… i am blinded by shipping bias but frankly, nightow left SO many clues about the implied romance between vashwood all these years ago, So. taking their romance as canon with Pride.

i talk about vashwood a lot, but the bonds shared between vash and meryl, wolfwood and milly are also so important to me -- by extension, vash & milly, wolfwood & meryl too; this little group dubbed peace & love gang because all 4 of them fight for and believe in a future of peace & love so vehemently. the way they care for people and the kindness they embody… and the support they give each other…!!! it's unfortunate that trimax didn't give as much highlight to these 4 as a group, but nightow always leaves enough crumbs for me to snatch up and just start building my own headcanons about them… i want to elaborate on them more, but i'm hoping i can draw it out first one day!! i really like them!

but ok, i think i rambled enough DFMGKSMHKS i'm sorry i didn't really dive into specifics. if there are any specifics you or anyone would like my insights on, feel free to ask and i'll do my best to answer..! i don't think i'm much of an elaborate analyzer or anything, i just Love to ramble about my favorite things. i've considered making a side blog just to dedicate to my ramblings, but it is a really brave thing to do, so i'm not sure yet!

but thank you again for this ask and i really appreciate knowing others read my silly tags!!

#asks #if i had a forever i would spend it talking about trigun #i love this series soooooo much godddddd #thank you for the ask again !!!

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team-heavenly · 1 month

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Chapter 26 - Part 3

You know the drill by now. Part one is here, part two is here...

Yeah, so uhhh, fun fact! In all my years of playing this game, I never once tried to leave Aegis Cave apparently, because this genuinely surprised me. THERE'S AN INVISIBLE WALL. YOU CAN'T LEAVE. YOU CAN ONLY FINISH THE STORY LINE, FAINT, OR USE AN ESCAPE ORB.

And this kinda upset me because, y'know, for the first time this entire damn run, I finally had a pile of Orans and Apples and other basic things, and I wanted to drop them off in storage to make room for more.

The good news: I did in fact pick up an Escape Orb, so we said SEE YUH!

While we were back in town, I fed a Wonder Gummi to Celebi via Rotom's juicebar, and we got two surprises packed into one!

WUH- OKAY THEN.

And now, some moments that nearly gave me a freaking heart attack.

Damage runs deep </3 Hell of a line.

Also, moments that nearly make your eyeballs fall out of your head until you remember your Garchomp has Huge Power.

Speaking of, here is a non-inclusive list of the moves and abilities I remember seeing from the Unown (either in dungeon or from recruits):

Moves:

Ice Ball

Faint Attack

Thrash

Hyper Beam

Luster Purge

Lunar Dance

Gunk Shot

Dark Pulse

Extrasensory

Hammer Arm

Spit Up

Flash Cannon

Abilities:

Sturdy

Illuminate

Truant

Aftermath

Natural Cure

Serene Grace

Bad Dreams

Drizzle

Cloud Nine

Snow Warning

Heatproof

Filter

A true grab bag, which was honestly kind of fun when it wasn't trying to kill us.

Anyway, we only had to go through three times before getting all the stones we needed and then some! IYKYK.

When we return to the waypoint, we do a funky little dance just kidding, we only close our eyes.

So, here I am, entering the Nonsensical Expanse, getting pumped we get to find out who the first of the three Regis are, right?

But then I have something so unexpected happen that my 3DS nearly falls from my hands.

Wh-

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT ISN'T HERE?!?!?!

No, but I was legitimately upset over this. I consulted my friend @exploring-the-sky to see if love knew anything about it.

Well, this is what happens when you use a build from nearly two years ago, I guess.

At every portion of Aegis Cave, I left at least once and came back, and it was always the same. There was no one to fight. So now we'll never know who Regice is! That beautiful guidepost I put together to translate every character and place from their canon counterparts? You know, my actual pride and joy? I literally CAN'T put anything down for Regice now except ??? or ERROR 404.

THANKS A LOT, GAME!!! >:l

Or just replace it with any Pokémon you want, I don't make the rules here.

Next stop: Neat Creek.

We already have C and K so this shouldn't be too painful... I hope.

Nevertheless, when we inevitably come back around, we find what looks like a letter...

Wait, did y'all actually run into a boss? DID Y'ALL ACTUALLY FIGHT A BOSS?? PLEASE, TEAM CHARM, I'M BEGGING YOU-

Ugh, well. Guess we're about to find out, anyhow. We enter the Colossal Rift and hold our breaths...

OH THANK ARCEUS, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM TO SEE YOU!!

...Words said before disaster, Part 21,894-

Despite our one-two punch of Meteor Mash and Powder Snow on Celebi, Rhyhorn wouldn't go down easy. In fact, he got off some Dragon Dances , which made me kinda nervous! And Seed Flare missed, like, 4 times in a row?? Then I REALLY started to panic when he used Mirror Move! But in the end, we persevered.

Ohhhh, I see... so, Not Regice just granted us the guardian's permission pre-emptively and went "lol bye losers, I'm out"? That's the explanation I'm going with, anyway :P

When we approach the Nonsensical Trench, there seems to be no sign of Team Charm...

We picked up two E stones in the last segment of the dungeon, so all we're missing is S, T, and L.

Why, hello there! This one even gave us a stone right away :)

It turns out Unown S and T also spawn on this very first floor! I stuck it out as long as I could and, lo and behold, we didn't have to go through more than once! \o/

Okay, now you gotta do the ritual thing to move on to Part 4.

#pmd explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #randomizer #post game #the ladies of charm #chapter 26

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the-pale-goddess · 2 months

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What is Tiffany's morning routine? What are the differences between work days and days off?

Though we’ve already reached the mother!Tiffany timeline, I’m going to describe her pre-kid period because right now her routine is pure chaos and mess 😅

I apologize for the lengthy (and delayed) response—I had way too much with this ask, thank you so much, dear ❤️

Workday

Miss Tiffany isn’t a morning person. Watch her set 5 alarms with enough slack time that allows her to sleep through them all and be shocked when it’s time to wake up every damn day kjsdkjskdj However, she managed to adapt to the demanding schedule and getting up at an ungodly hour isn’t a big deal anymore.

To start another hectic day on a high note, she needs a generous cup of strong coffee and a weekday-friendly breakfast, for example an avocado toast with burrata/egg or a sunflower-seed bagel filled with cream cheese, smoked salmon and red onion. The quality of her diet has improved significantly ever since she got serious with Ethan—he basically forced better eating habits on her. Everyone say: thank you, good sir! She used to grab a quick bite of anything that didn’t require preparation, and would usually end up with garbage processed food or just coffee. She tries to make conscious, healthy choices now, and always remembers to take her vitamins.

If Ethan is still around at the time, he cooks a nutritious breakfast and they eat it together, talking about their plans for the day, joking, flirting, soaking up each other’s soothing presence, energy and affection. On occasion, when they’re feeling particularly frisky, the playful banter inevitably leads to a quickie in the shower.

If not, and she’s not in a hurry, she prefers to cherish the peaceful slumber and prolongs the moment wrapped in a fluffy blanket, listening to her very own Rise & Shine good morning playlist as she mentally prepares for the challenges ahead.

Bathroom time begins with a refreshing shower. Then, she brushes her teeth, washes her face using a gentle cleanser and follows her morning skincare routine (vit C serum + moisturizer + eye cream + SPF). She applies vanilla-scented body lotion to her skin and finishes with a roll of a trusty alcohol-free antiperspirant for underarm protection. Before moving on, she waits until the products dry completely.

A very crucial step in Tiffany’s routine is of course perfume! She picks the scent she vibes with at the moment, and sprays it on a few of her pulse points to ensure it lingers and travels with her all day. Additionally, when she’s ready to go, she does the controversial ‘spritz and step’ method just because she likes to keep a complementary layer of fragrance on her clothes as well.

Tiff always prepares her outfit the night prior, right before going to bed, so getting dressed fast is her specialty. She completes her look with comfortable, non-intrusive jewelry, such as cute stud earrings or small huggies and a delicate necklace.

The next step is make-up. Her skin is at long last clear and luminous, so she usually chooses a fresh, freckled face with a touch of highlighter, mascara and some nude lipstick/lip gloss. On gloomy days, she likes to add a dab of NARS Orgasm blush on her cheeks. Sometimes all the stress results in a pimple here and there, requiring a little concealer to get rid of the redness. If the bags under her eyes betray her exhaustion, she covers that crime scene as well.

My girl washes her hair at night, she would never waste any precious second of sleep in the morning to add this very tedious step to her routine lol Her hair’s naturally pretty wavy and keeps falling in this really chic way (*winks at my Fleabag enjoyers*) with zero effort, so she just takes a minute to brush it and either keeps her locks down or tames them in a bun/ponytail (depending on her mood and bad hair days).

She packs her lunchbox, earphones, and a bottle of water. As a typical Virgo, she has to make sure that her bag contains all the necessary items, paying special attention to: clean scrubs, wallet, medical files and journals, lip balm, scrunchie, chewing gum, perfumes, mini make-up kit (in case some unexpected evening plans forced her to transform from Doctor Addams to Miss California).

Day off

The striking difference is that Tiffany takes her sweet time to sleep in with no alarms to disturb her blissful reset. Except for the alarm called Ethan, obviously ksbdkbdkb When she finally decides it’s her time to leave the bed, the first thing she does is put her favorite music on and dance her way to a good mood.

Sometimes she intentionally gets up earlier to head to the gym or join a pilates/yoga class, but on most occasions she would choose sleep over sport. When Ethan’s home, she’s more than eager to give that luxury up, though. Their preferred way to start the day together is stretching…With a bang. If you catch my drift 😏

The breakfast differs too; without all the pre-work rush she’s able to treat herself to a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and pancakes/omelet/shakshuka/etc.

The bathroom routine remains fairly the same, though she may mix the steps in between other activities, all depending on her plans for the day.

If there’s nowhere she should be, she loves to snuggle up on the couch with a cup of latte and a book to get lost in.

#queue me hard before you go #random facts about tiff #tiffany addams #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #ethan x tiffany

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heart-suguru · 2 years

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roommates — eren x jean x fem!reader

word count: 8.7k

tags: college au, roommates, threesomes, polyamory, eventual smut

minors dni • this work is crossposted to my ao3

You were two months into the first semester of college when you decided to transfer.

Moving schools in the middle of the year was hardly ideal, but when your rusty old car broke down, and the hassle of taking an hour-long bus ride to school finally frustrated you beyond the point of return, transferring seemed like your safest bet at a regular schedule again.

Between counselors begging you to reconsider, and the process of getting transcripts you needed to make the switch, you realized the decision to move was actually the easy part.

The one thing you could look forward to was the fact that Shiganshina University housed all their students.

This definitely excites you. With such a weird daily routine, you somewhat lacked the friend department. It seems that when you’re tackling homework, exams, finding ways to get to and from school from your parent’s house, and trying to maintain an acceptable sleep schedule, there’s not a lot of room to socialize.

You had a few stragglers that you’d get coffee with after classes when there was time, but they weren’t close enough acquaintances to have fun sleepovers with or to check out cute boys.

You hoped to get paired with a nice roomie that respected your space and maybe, just maybe, let you borrow their clothes once in a while.

Realistically, you wouldn’t get so lucky.

Since it was late into the semester, you’re sure all the pre-enrolled girls would already be situated in their dorms with their roommates that they’ve managed to make good friends with over the past two months while the only thing you’d manage to do is test how long you can stay up to study before you inevitably crashed.

The thought makes you sigh as you wait in the new counselor’s office. The room you're sitting in is far too bright for only being 8AM and the smell of a vanilla candle that’s way too sweet bothers one of your five senses.

Your eyes still feel pretty heavy as well. Despite finishing up with your packing pretty early last night, you didn’t get to bed until around 3AM. The nerves still hadn’t settled since then.

You look to your side at the two suitcases you brought with your necessities, just for the reassurance they were still there and didn’t grow legs and walked away. It wasn’t much, but your mom promised to bring the rest of what you needed once you were officially assigned a dorm.

A door opens to the side of you, and a head pops out from the frame. There’s a middle aged woman who calls your name.

“That’s me.” You reply, raising your arm to get her attention.

“You can come on into my office.” She says in a raspy voice, beckoning you toward her with her hand.

Quickly, you stand from your seat and follow her into her office, trudging your suitcases behind you.

You take a seat in one of the two chairs placed in front of her desk, tapping your feet on the ground and observing her office. It’s typical for a counselor. There’s a few pictures of some family members on her desk, certificates framed on the walls, a color array of fancy pens you’d steal from the girl who took notes way too seriously in your classes at Trost. There’s a gold plate displayed at the front of her desk with her name on it.

You wait to be acknowledged while she clicks away on her computer.

“So why the transfer?” She starts. “Was Trost not your cup of tea?”

You let out a small laugh through your nose, the kind that indicates what someone said isn’t necessarily funny, but you were paying attention enough to form some type of emotion to their sentence. “No, I did enjoy it. The campus was nice, my teachers were cool. I just had some transportation problems.”

She turns to you as you speak, waiting for you to finish. “I see. Well,—“ She clicks her mouse once and then turns her chair to the printer behind her. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you, but I hope you settle well here at Shiganshina. Do you know anyone else that goes here?”

You shake your head. “No, but I hope I can make friends with my roommates.”

She nods, pressing her lips into a small smile before opening her mouth again. “Well about that—'' She lays out the printed sheets in front of you. “Since you transferred so late into the year, there is a limited amount of dorms we are able to provide but I managed to pull some strings to make it work.”

You look at the sheet of paper on top, it’s a map of the buildings along with your name and school ID number. She pulls out a blue pen from her cup holder and circles a building near the far right.

“This will be your dorm building. Your dorm number is 707. Your roommates are aware of your arrival so hopefully you come home to a clean dorm.” She chuckles.

You simply nod your head as she continues to explain your new housing situation.

“You all have seperate rooms but share a kitchen, bathroom, and living room. If you have questions regarding laundry or things like that, just ask them and they should direct you.”

She switches to the paper that was underneath. “Here are your classes. Again, it was a little hard to find room for you but we made it work. All classes are done in the A and B buildings. Just bring these papers for the first couple of days until we can get you a proper ID. Other than that..” She stacks the papers on one another, organizing them to be flush together, and exhales. “Welcome to Shiganshina!”

The main office was luckily sandwiched between the class and dorm building, making it a short walk to your new place.

As you walk, you see study groups laying in the main quad, athletes horsing around with their squads, cheerleaders rehearsing for pep rallies. This atmosphere is a lot more immersive when you’re not just going to class for five hours and then going straight home right after.

You suppose watching all these people interact gave you time to realize you’ve been missing out on what makes a college experience so fun and memorable. Since you started school, you hadn’t gone to any parties, or hung out with any friends, or even participated in any clubs. The stark reality kind of upsets you.

Campus life will be good for you, you hope. Now’s your time to start making memories, you simply have too. At least to please your future, older self.

You feel a small tinge in your chest as you get closer to your housing building. You really hoped your roommates would be nice. You wondered if they were anticipating your arrival as much as you were. Would they be messy? Are they the sociable type? Do they go to parties? Maybe they’d be bookworms who stay at home every weekend. Regardless, you just wanted to meet them.

On the elevator ride up, your heart starts audibly thumbing in your chest. When you walk down your hallway, you scan the doors labeled with bold black numbers for room 707. Some people got creative and decorated their doors, your neighbors even have an obnoxiously big plant outside their door. So you can only imagine the disappointment when you get to yours, and you notice how bland it is compared to everyone else’s.

You take a deep breath as you grab the handle and push it in.

“Hello?” You call, now with your head poked into the foyer.

You stand in the doorway, suitcases at your side and look around a bit. You call out again but no answer.

You hum to yourself. No one seems to be home. They’re probably at class.

You bring in your suitcases and then start to scope out the place. It was a little cramped, as expected. But it looked far more like an apartment than a small one room dorm.

As soon as you walk in, the living room is right there. It was decently sized, big enough to hold the one long, three-seater couch, a flat screen TV, and a coffee table. The kitchen was cut off by a half wall, making it pretty easy to see whoever is in the living room when it’s occupied. It was more of a long and narrow hallway, with one side designated for kitchen appliances and the other for storage.

To the left of the living room was assumedly one of your roommates' rooms. Next to that was the bathroom which was wide open, and then next to that was your other roommate’s room.

Behind the kitchen, at the end of the hall was your room. It was pretty bare bones aside from the bed and a built-in shelf and dresser, but this was now home.

Making your way to your bed, the first thing you do is take the sheets off and put your personal ones on. If there was one thing making you anxious as ever, it was being away from the home you’ve lived in for 18 years. If you could make your space just a little more comfy, it’d definitely help to have a little bit of something to remind you of your room back at your parent’s house.

Once you are satisfied with your new bed looking like your old one, you flop down and rest your eyes for a bit. It feels homey, but you shouldn’t get too comfy. You groan realizing you still do have to go to class in about an hour and really, you should get ready and start looking for which building it will be in.

You pull out your phone and text your mom to let her know you made it and then force yourself up.

After your classes, you would be taking the fattest nap named to man, and hopefully meet your roommates.

The first two classes were dreadful to say the least.

You really wished you could have just caught up on some sleep, but there was no choice other than to take notes on the continuation of a lecture you were thankfully already learning at Trost. Both teachers held you after class to fill you in on class rules and give you syllabuses, but as far as you were concerned, the only thing you wanted to be informed about right now was how nice and warm it would be to lay in your bed.

A yawn leaves your mouth as you walk out from the classroom, but you’re wiped of any drowsiness left in your body when you unexpectedly bump into someone. Your eyes shoot a quick glare to reveal a brown headed girl with freckles.

“Hello!” She squeaks, resting her hand on your shoulder to steady herself and you. “I’m so sorry!”

You blink and relax under her touch. “Hey, no. That’s my bad.” You exhale.

You both take a moment to recoup and then the girl extends her hand.

“My name is Sasha.” She smiles. “I think I was in this class with you!” She glances at her hand and quickly retracts it to wipe it off on pant leg.

You look at her actions, crumbs fall to the floor.

“Nice to meet you, Sasha.” You giggle, you take her now crumb-free hand into a shake and introduce yourself.

“You just transferred here, right?” She asks as she adjusts her backpack that’s slung on one shoulder.

“Yeah,” you nod and smile. “Today’s my first day.”

“Ah, well, welcome!” She chimes. “Are you staying on campus?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. You?”

“I actually stay with a friend, like ten minutes from campus.” She informs you, moving closer to the wall to avoid being knocked against by anyone to pass by.

“Sounds fun.” You nod, a little awkwardly as you’re not sure what else to say.

“Yeah, Connie’s parents are always away so we tend to hang there a lot after class. We're having a get-together tonight, you should come!”

You chuckle to yourself, awkward silence seems not to be any type of issue for Sasha.

You hold your bag’s strap tighter in your hand. “Really? That’s really nice of you.”

“Of course!” Sasha declares in an enthusiastic tone. “There’s gonna be drinks, food, boys.” She emphasizes the last word with a wiggle of her brows that makes you grin. “If you’re up for it, I can text you the address.”

You make the decision now to scratch your plans to nap from your to-do list today, as you decide making some friends was a little more important than sleeping. After all, it would be nice to have some people to complain to in case the whole roommate situation doesn’t work out.

“I’m definitely up for it! Here—“ You pull out a loose post-it note from your binder and write your number down. “Just text me here.” You say, handing it over to Sasha.

“I promise I will!” She giggles, waving the post-it in her hand. “I have to go to my next class but I’ll see you tonight.” She says, raising a brow at you before walking off down the hallway.

You watch her fade away into the sea of people and smile to yourself.

You made your first friend.

So maybe you were a bit too excited about meeting a new friend.

The interaction had been playing over and over in your head, and you couldn’t help it because it made your heart so warm. But maybe if you had just paid a little more attention, you wouldn’t be completely lost in the middle of campus like you are right now.

With the map given to you this morning, (that has long gone crinkled) you stare at it in confusion.

You turn it around in circles countless times but still find yourself misplaced. The hallways were a lot less crowded earlier, but with classes being dismissed you found it a hundred times harder to make out where you were.

Out of frustration, you stop in your tracks and focus hard on your map. You were certain you were on the right side of building B but you saw no sign of the—

WHACK!

Your paper is flung from your hands and sadly trampled as you’re slammed against another body.

“Hey! Watch it!” You yell as you rub your body where it hurts, retracting from the foe.

You look up at the offender but they’re already long gone. With a scoff, you look back at the ground to look for your map but sadly, it appears to be gone as well.

You’re shoulder checked again and again, people are rushing home and paying no attention to you. A certain anger bubbles up inside you as these people completely disregard your existence just to get home a couple seconds faster than if they would just walk like normal fucking people.

Then, in the midst of your rage, instead of a shoulder, you feel a firm tap of a finger on your arm.

When you turn around, you’re greeted with the chest of a man.

Whoever he is, he easily towers you, being around six feet tall if you were to guess. His long and slender face looks down at you. His lips are slightly parted as he looks at you in deflection of your mean mug that was reserved for less considerate people around you.

“Did you drop this?” He says, his deep voice makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The way the sun hits him accentuates the curve of his sharp jaw and piercing brown eyes.

You flicker your eyes down at his hands, delicate but strong. Between his fingers and thumb holds your map you dropped.

“Oh, yes.” You reply softly, also softening your face. “Thank you.” You remember to say, as starstruck as you are at the moment.

He hands it over to you. “Lost?” He assumes.

You perk back up and look at him for maybe a second too long before answering. He notices but says nothing, he just grins and awaits your reply.

“..Yeah, sorry. Today’s my first day.” You laugh nervously.

He leans down to your level, looking at the map. “Where are you going?”

You hold your breath as his face is closer than needed. “Uh, the— dorm buildings.” You manage out.

“Aah, well.” He places his hands on your shoulders, and you tense up. “You turn around,” He turns you a full 180. “And go straight until you see the patch of flower planters, turn right there and that’s where they all are.”

You side eye his hands on your shoulders exhale, turn and then look up at him.

“Thanks.” You breathe, folding your map into squares. “And you are?”

He smiles and licks his lips. “Jean.” He answers curtly.

You hum to yourself. His looks fit his name. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” He pleasantly agrees. “And your name?”

You continue to introduce yourself.

“Pretty name.” He shoots at you, so quick it makes you second guess he actually complimented you. Out of pure instinct to hide your face, you raise a hand to your chin and giggle. “It’s not that special.” You recall, lowering your head causing your hair to cover your cheeks.

“You shouldn’t hide your face,” You hear. “That’s pretty too.”

A small gasp leaves your lips and you bite back a grin. Your eyes travel back up to him and you let out another nervous laugh. “Thank you.”

Jean tips his head to you. “I’m heading to the library but, I’ll see you around?” He questions, there’s a hint of determination in his speculation.

“Yeah, of course.” You reply, a little too enthusiastic which makes you press your lips together in a tight smile to avoid cringing. “See you around.”

And with that, you two go off in your separate ways.

You came home to a still empty dorm.

You frown as you plop yourself on the couch, beat from your first day.

Where were they?

Surely they were involved in off school activities if they didn’t even have time to be home? Maybe they even had jobs.

You sigh. Maybe you should get a job.

You look over to a wall hanging clock and your eyes widen, 5PM already?

Jean’s probably in the library by now. You wonder what type of classes he takes. He looked of the artsy type, with such delicate fingers. A picture daydream appears of him behind an easel with a palette propped on his arm full of nude paints and a paintbrush in his other hand. His shirt and pants would be dirtied with splotches of paint and hair messy from pushing it out of his hardworking face.

Suddenly, you feel your phone vibrate, and it pulls you from your daydream and back to reality. An unknown number comes up with a relatively lengthy text.

Unknown:

it’s sasha from class!! i hope ur still down for the party tonight!!! It starts at 7 but here’s the address! 2491 Maria Ave, it’s the blue house!! :D

You chuckle, amazed by how many exclamation points Sasha managed to fit into that text.

You left the dorm around 7:30PM. You waited up to see if maybe your roommates would show up but still, no one came.

Now, you’re at the front door of the blue house Sasha described in text, in the cutest outfit you could put together despite a limited wardrobe.

You were smart to bring a light jacket as it was nearing fall time and the weather got exponentially colder as the sun went down.

You could hear some slight chatter coming from inside the house even when you had got out of your Uber, along with muffled music and body-moving bass. You knocked on the door, but you’d been waiting longer than expected so maybe you should just walk in?

At that moment, some footsteps emerge from behind you, they get louder as they approach.

You glance behind you for a second, catching a glimpse of the tall figure. It was a boy, he wore his long brown hair in a messy bun and an intimidating face that did what it was made for and forced you to look away. He only glances at you as he knocks on the door with more force than you.

You thank him in your head for being more assertive than you could and you two waited in silence for an answer.

As the seconds go on painfully slow, you start to feel awkward as it seems no more will come to answer the door. You hear louder laughter, beers being opened and music being turned up.

“Uh, I’m just gonna walk in if you’re coming in?” He suddenly says.

You look up to him with a blank face, “Oh—, yeah, okay.” You bob your head.

He looks you over a second more, up and down at your outfit and which makes your breath pause. Did you dress out of pocket?

He pays you no more attention as he grabs at the handle and opens the door, making sure to let you go in first.

The whiff of beer and some other recreational drug hits you in the face as soon as you walk into that foyer. It’s vastly warmer inside, and reasonably smoke-y considering the circumstances of what some of the party-goer’s do as— ‘out of school activities’.

“Eren! What’s up!” You hear from amidst the crowd of people. A shorter kid with a buzz cut comes squabbling out of the group of people that sit at a couch in the middle of the living room.

The two share a small fist bump, yet the buzz cut kid stares at you in thought.

“And who is this? She with you?” He asks with a fond smile.

You butt in before Eren can answer. “No,” You swallow a chuckle. “I came by myself. Sasha invited me.”

“Oh! You’re the new girl!” He shouts in realization. He extends his hand, crumb free. “I’m Connie. Sasha told us you were coming.”

You take his hand and shake it, further introducing yourself.

“Oh, this is Eren,— if you didn’t catch it earlier.” Connie continues, he offers to take your coat and Eren rolls his eyes. Probably because Connie didn’t offer to take his coat.

You turn back to the man behind you once you give up your article of clothing, this time, you notice his pretty green eyes. “Nice to meet you.” You greet him with a tight smile.

All he does is nod, then immediately turns his attention back to Connie. “You got drinks?”

“In the kitchen, you guys help yourselves.” He replies, shooting some very on par finger guns and backing away from the two of you.

You can’t help but laugh a little at him. He must be the life of the group.

“Want a drink?”

You pause, almost forgetting and not realizing that Eren was still standing beside you. “Me?”

He shrugs. “Yeah.”

You shrug back. “Sure.”

Eren motions you to follow him through the crowd of people. You obey, staring at the back of his shirt that clings to his body, further emphasizing how muscular it is. You wonder what kind of classes he takes or what he does in his free time. You speculate something sporty, but before you’re able to daydream another scenario of another man you just met, you’re tugged on the arm.

“Hey! You came!” There next to you, wearing the biggest smile and a bowl full of chips, is Sasha.

“I did come.” You acknowledge cheerfully. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Yeah, yeah!” They enthusiastically nod. “Oh, and you’ve met Eren. Cool!”

“Yeah, I’m just grabbing a drink.”

“Oh okay, meet me in the living room when you’re ‘drinked’ up. I’ll introduce you to the rest.” She says, plopping a chip in her mouth.

Then, before you’re even able to question who ‘the rest’ are, Sasha is down the hall periodically dropping chips on her way.

You chuckle, she’s so cute.

When you look back, you notice Eren is missing. He probably didn’t see you get stopped.

Luckily, you see a brightly lit room at the end of the hall and can put together it’s probably the kitchen. You walk on over, squishing your way past people on the tightly knit corridor and finally make it in.

When you look over, you see Eren.

And a girl.

You see her pushed up against him as he leans cooly against the counter. He has two beers in both hands and he looks noticeably uninterested. Your eyes try to wander somewhere other than on them, trying your best to give them privacy. Though at such close proximity, you can’t help but overhear their conversation.

“You didn’t call, I got worried.” You hear her whine. You can even hear the pout on her lips.

“I had some stuff to do, my bad.” Eren replies with a sigh.

“Well, I’m glad I caught you here. Connie said you’d be here.” She continues on, pawing at Eren’s shirt like it’s the only thing that could hold her up.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see her lift a hand and play with the strands of hair that have fallen from his up-do.

He shifts, looking pleasantly annoyed until he locks eyes on you. “I’m actually here with a friend.” He says, narrowing his green eyes at you.

“Huh?” The girl turns around immediately with a sour face.

“Oh.” Her sweet voice was long gone now.

Her being distracted by you was enough of a diversion for Eren to slip away and walk over to you. He hands you the beer and then turns back to the girl whose arms are now crossed tightly against her chest, doing her all the favors for her bust.

“Well, see you.” He blunty bids farewell. Then, he places his arm around your shoulders and guides you out of the room.

Your eyes widen and you try to squirm away, but Eren only tightens his grip. He leans down and whispers into your ear.

“Just play along until she’s gone.” He lowly whispers, sending an annoying shiver down your spine. His voice is slick like honey as he throws in a, “Please.”

You contemplate for a brief moment, roll your eyes, and eventually move along with him through the crowd. When you two finish the short walk to the living room, Connie’s eyes dart at you.

“So, you two do know each other?” He questions, raising his brow.

You twist out of Eren’s arm and shake your head. “No, there was-“

“Why’d you tell Justine I was coming tonight?” Eren cuts you off in a chiding tone.

“Who’s Justine?” Connie replies, completely confused.

“You know, short, black hair, mole on her chin.” He points to where the assumed mole would be on his chin.

“Isn’t her name Jessica?” A blonde haired boy sitting on the couch by Connie butts in.

“I thought it was Julie.” The pretty raven haired girl next to him chimes.

You look at Eren and he looks at you.

“Man, I don’t remember.” He waves a hand. “Point is, she’s here and cornered me.”

You shake your head and sit down on the empty loveseat beside you, unwilling to listen to the rest of this conversation that introduces Eren as one of those guys.

“Anyways, meet my new friend guys!” Sasha exclaims, circling her hands around you like you’re some carnival act. Despite her way of changing the subject, she introduces your name to everyone and then goes down the line of the others.

You learned that the blonde’s name was Armin, and the girl next to him was Mikasa. They’ve all been friends since middle school and ended up all getting lucky enough to go to college together. The house was owned by Connie’s parents, to which you already knew, but they all did regularly hang out here when they had time after classes.

With introductions now aside, you were listening in on a very intriguing debate between Connie and Sasha about whether the chicken or the egg comes first when you feel a presence beside you. When you turn, Eren is propped up on the arm rest with an arm over the top. You squint at him, and he sighs.

He slowly leans in, a little too close for you to sit comfortably. “She’s over there watching— don’t look.” He hisses as you almost turn your head.

“She’s in the corner watching us. Just please play along till she leaves.” He pleads.

You process this plea, and then look up at him. “And what’s in it for me?” You whisper back.

There’s no way he would place the burden of this one night stand that won’t go away as your duty to help him rid with no compensation.

He tilts his head back, surprised and somewhat amused. “Well, what do you want?”

You pause and think. Nothing comes to mind; you were a bit hungry, though.

“Do you have a car?” You ask, he raises a brow.

“Yes, why?”

“Good.” You nod, “You’re buying me food later.” You simply state, then sip your beer.

He scoffs. “Fine, whatever.” Then he gets a little more comfortable as he scoots closer to you, even moving his arm a little to hover just barely over your arm.

Mikasa eyes you as well, already all too familiar with Eren and his schemes.

“You know Eren,” She starts, not even looking at the guy, “If you stopped standing up so many girls you wouldn’t have to use our new friends to get you out of these situations.”

Eren rolls his eyes. “Yes, thank you, mother.”

The rest giggle, but you can see the genuine concern in Mikasa’s eyes. You think to yourself she could benefit from not being so serious. Because although it makes you cringe to acknowledge this, Eren was just being a college guy.

Many conversations, songs, and beers filled the night as you all chatted away. You discussed school, career paths and what you wanted to succeed in. They asked you about Trost and your family. You were surprised they even bothered to be interested in you, as you had never experienced friends that were genuinely curious about your life. It warmed your heart a little bit, but it may double as the alcohol that’s currently in your system.

At around midnight, people started heading out as it was still a school night and there were still classes tomorrow. Armin dropped ship first as he got up from his seat, and wiped off his pants for any leftover party food.

“I’m heading out guys, I’ve got my 8AM tomorrow.” He sighs. “It was nice meeting you.” He throws in before turning to Mikasa. “Do you need a ride?”

“Yeah, see you later guys.” She replies, also rising from her place on the couch and following Armin out.

You look up at Eren who’s still sitting behind you. He catches your glance.

“You ready?” He asks.

You shrug and nod your head. “I’ve got classes too.” A small hiccup leaves your lips at the end of your sentence as you simultaneously get up. You scan the room and it seems that ’Justine/Jessica/Julie’ is gone.

The two of you say your goodbyes and you thank Sasha for the invite, and promise to sit next to her in class tomorrow. You offered to help Connie clean up, but he said Sasha and him could handle it.

As you follow Eren to his car, you pull your jacket a little closer to your body, goosebumps from the fall night start to trickle out and plague any exposed skin. You shiver in place at the passenger side of Eren’s car, waiting for him to unlock his door.

When you get in, Eren notices your shaking legs and briefly scavenges the back of his car while you seatbelt yourself in. You stare at his fully visible neck, and you swear you see a tattoo or something there. Though you’re also a little tipsy so you could just be deceived and considering how Eren seemingly gets around, it’s most likely a hickey.

Eren sits back into his seat with a jacket in his grasp and hands over it to you.

“For your legs.” He states. “You were shivering.”

“Oh,—“ You hesitate until he sets the clothing in your lap. “Thanks.”

“Did you wanna eat somewhere specific?” He asks, starting the car and flipping on the heater.

“Mm, whatever is open is fine,—and has fries.” You add, looking out the window.

“Yes ma'am.”

You smile to yourself. He sounded funny saying that.

“So, how did you even get here?” He asks as he looks back to make sure he’s clear to turn straight onto the main road.

“I took an Uber.”

“You don’t have a car?”

“She sadly passed away.”

“Damn.” He consoles.

The rest of the car ride is mostly silent. After some driving around, he stops at a random fast food spot and gets you your fries, as well as a meal for himself.

You two sit in the parking lot and eat in silence, only cars passing to and from becomes your only form of entertainment.

“Thanks for helping me.” He breaks the silence after downing his drink.“Some girls just don’t get the hint.”

You suddenly feel a little ticked off at that sentence. It’s definitely the alcohol in your system.

“Maybe they would get it if you were honest.” You inform him rather harshly, but continue to slap a hand over your mouth and look at him with wide eyes.

“Sorry.” You say, clearing your throat. “I was thinking out loud.”

To your surprise, Eren laughs.

You tilt your head, watching him turn into a laughing fit. “What?” You urge, still looking at him with an extensive glare.

“Nothing, you’re— you’re right.” He admits. “I shouldn’t do that to girls.” He says, wiping his mouth and taking a sip of your drink.

You let him do as he does, too caught up in his other activities to care about him stealing your drink. “Well, if you know then,— why?”

He looks at you and shakes his head. “Why what?” He sounds genuinely puzzled, and that pisses you off.

“Why mess with girls that will get attached?” You say it like you can’t believe he doesn’t understand what you were initially asking.

He sinks back into his chair and hides behind the plastic straw. “I don’t know.. I guess I didn’t think to look for people that wouldn’t get attached.”

“Hm.” You bite into a fry with a disapproving sound. “You’d be surprised what a little communication would do.”

Eren snorts. “Oh yeah, and what about you?”

You side-eye him.“What about me?” You muse, fry in hand.

“Are you as communicative as you try and knock yourself up as?”

You now stare at him, mostly in disbelief. ”I guess?”

He tilts his head. “You guess?” He questions.

You sigh. “I guess I could be.”

He raises his brows. “Could be, huh? You really know how to make a person wonder.“

The smile on his face is punchable.

You know he wants an explanation, and you roll your eyes.

“Would be.. under the circumstances that I casually hooked up with people.”

It’s annoying how something about the alcohol was turning you into an open book. For example, your sex life is something you’d never speak a peep about, yet here you are, bringing it up to Eren whatever-his-last-name-is.

It’s not sex is non-existent in your life. Of course you’ve had boyfriends and lost your virginity regrettably at a young age like everyone else does, you just never really hooked up.

“I see.” Eren says, ratherly cooly. He takes a sip from your drink once more. “Why?”

You look at him and laugh, somewhat uncontrollably. A smile prys at Eren’s lips, but only because you’re in a giggling fit.

“You good?” He snorts, watching the way your chest heaves up and down as you try to contain your laughter.

“Yeah, it’s just funny.” You chuckle, wiping a couple tears from your eyes.

“What is?” He prys, collectively trying to suppress his grin.

“Why I don’t hook up.” You inform him rather quickly.

“Well, why?”

As you find your wits, you take a deep breath and sigh. You look at your skirt and mess around with the hem, and then turn your attention on Eren.

“Alright, don’t laugh.” You warn, throwing your fries into the bag at your feet and wiping your hands off one another.

“I don’t know, you’re kind of funny looking.” He teases, smirking like a fox.

You squint at him. “Do you want to know or not?”

He shakes his head as he chuckles. “Fine, I won’t laugh.”

“Okay.” You look straight, close your eyes, and with liquid courage in your system, you take a deep breath and on your exhale, you say it.

“I’ve never had an orgasm.”

It makes absolutely zero sense why you’ve decided to share such an intimate and personal thing with someone you’ve met a couple hours ago, but it surprisingly came out as easy as you could imagine it too.

Slowly, you peep your eyes open and look at Eren out of the corner of your eye. He has a weird look on his face.

“Like..ever?”

You take a second to process his question, but ultimately shake your head.

“Well, no. I know how to do it myself, but never with a guy.” You confess.

“Hm.” He hums, he sounds stumped. “I feel so sorry for you.”

You amusingly laugh. “It’s not like I’ll die.”

Eren chimes in on your laughter. “Yeah, but I don’t even consider finishing unless the girls I’m with have at least once.”

“Oh?” You interrogate. “Well, aren’t you a gentleman?” You’re joking, of course. Eren’s probably far from that. If anything, getting a girl off is the bare minimum.

“Maybe I am.” He coos with a boyish grin.

You roll your eyes. “I don’t see what could be so special about a player.”

“Well, they keep coming back?”

Knitting your brows together, you shake your head. “Well, now you just sound like a douche.”

He laughs at your honesty, regardless of how brutal it is. “I’m just playing around.”

“Hence the title, ‘player.’” You shoot back.

Eren props his arm on his middle console and watches you with a smug look. You both share some eye contact until you eventually break the silence.

“What?” You ask, rather snappy.

He simply observes you for a couple seconds more, soaking in everything that makes you, you.

“I like you.”

You’re taken aback, of course. You tell him the only thing that comes to mind.

“You just met me.”

“You’re different from the other girls.”

If you rolled your eyes again, they’d probably get stuck there. “You tell that to all the girls?” You say, raising your brows.

He shakes his head, no smirk to be found. “I mean it.”

Something in your core shifts. It’s the way he says it so seriously that makes you feel weird.

You remind yourself over and over that you’re tipsy, maybe even drunk, but for a second, you can see why girls chase after Eren.

He has a certain charm, it’s cocky and confident but not corny in any way. He has a charisma about him that makes you want to talk to him, but his intimidating aura is conflicting.

Being realistic, he’s sexy. He’s nice to look at, and he’s looking at you like you’re the only one that can have his attention right now, and as vulnerable as you are right now, you find some part of you interested and even worse, wanting that attention.

The sober part of you is telling you to stop thinking what you’re thinking, but since he said it, you wonder what it’s like to come undone in Eren’s arms.

Does he really know the way to treat a woman? How to please her in ways that make her squirm? You’ve never received any special treatment from the boyfriends you’ve been with, even if it was the bare minimum. You couldn’t help but be curious about what it felt like to be touched by a man who knows what they're doing.

Your eyes trail down his arms and land on his hands. He has long and slender fingers peppered with freckles and veins along the back of his palm that bulge out in a strange, attractive way. You squeeze your thighs together, wondering what it's like to be felt by them.

Eren notices the sudden shift of mood in his small car. Your eyes seemed to dilate ever so slightly as he watched you clearly check him out. He’s not dumb, he can tell what you're thinking.

“You okay?” He asks, snapping you out of your train of naughty thoughts.

Your face heats and you cough. “Y-yeah.”

“Really? It seems like your mind is somewhere else.” He quips.

You can’t find any nerve in your body to help you move. But you feel some random surge of confidence that would have never been there if you didn’t have some simulatent earlier.

“I guess I’m just curious.” You say, watching his emerald eyes observe yours. “Sue me.”

“Curious to what?” He plays along, it becomes a game of push and pull fairly quickly.

“It’s like I said earlier,” You smile with a shrug. “I don’t know what could be so special about a player like you.”

“Well, you want to find out?” His voice is low and seductive.

Fuck.

You knew this would be a bad idea. You knew getting yourself wrapped up in a boy right now would not be ideal for your perfectly unideal schedule. But Eren was here, and you were curious, and he put up an intriguing offer.

You take a deep breath, gambling and weight out the consequences. This wasn’t about feelings or anything, this was just a one time thing. You can make this easier for yourself by just labeling this as..research.

‘Will any man be able to make you cum?’ You’ll title it. If he can’t, then he’s just the same as the rest of them. That’s all this is.

Research.

So now, it was 1am. You were in the parking lot of a fast food joint with a guy you met at a party a couple hours ago whom you don��t even know if he goes to the same college as you, and you’re kissing.

Eren kisses you softly, so softly it’s taking your already dizzy head and making it dizzier. You thought he would be more of the rough type, but you don’t focus on that now. You don’t know what to focus on right now. Maybe the feeling of his tongue against your lips, probing and asking to enter your mouth.

You grant him access, he glides his long tongue in your mouth, pulls it out and softly nibbles on your bottom lip.

He scoots closer to you, as close as he can despite the middle console being uncomfortable and in the way. With his left hand, he caresses your cheek as he kisses you. You figure now is the time to actually touch him too, so, with one hand, you tug at his hair strands playfully.

Another surprise, the tugging rewards you a small groan from Eren’s throat. You smile a little, he’s really into this right now.

“What?” He murmurs in between kisses.

“You’re passionate.” You friskily taunt.

“Is that what you like?” He sincerely asks.

You open your eyes, and suddenly pull back. Eren looks at you like he’s broken a vase.

“Did I do something wrong?” He entreats, withdrawing his hands from your face.

You look at him, his lips are puffy and red from kissing. “No. It’s just..”

“Yeah?” His full attention is on you.

“No one has ever asked me what I like.” You inform him. “I guess I just had to think about it for a second.” You chuckle, justifiably embarrassed.

Eren stares at you for a second and then relaxes. “You scared me.”

He laughs, leaning back into his chair and placing his hands on the wheel. He looks out the window in thought for a second and then back to you. “

How about you think about it on the way back to my dorm?”

“Your dorm?” You question, you guess he lives on campus too.

“Unless you want to go to yours, or not at all, that’s totally cool.“ He suggests.

You think it over for a second. Although you doubt anyone would still be home, there’s the chance your roommates actually do use the dorm. Plus, you wouldn’t want the first impression of you being you bringing home a guy.

“No, we can go to yours.” You smile. “I’m down.”

Eren nods, then proceeds to start his car. You put on your seatbelt and check the time on your phone for the first time tonight.

Thank god your first class tomorrow is at noon.

The way your nerves completely consumed you up until you got to Eren’s dorm building but somehow, they did.

Turns out, he did go to Shiganshina and did live in a dorm as well. The newfound information didn’t affect you in the slightest as you were preoccupied with other inquiries. You thought real hard about what you like, just like Eren asked you to but you can’t help but be stumped. Like you said, no one has ever asked what you wanted prior to this encounter, so you never put much thought into it.

You knew what you liked when you were alone, but you weren’t exactly sure how to apply it to being intimate with Eren. Frankly, all your previous experiences with men were just uncomfortable and pathetic to say the least. They couldn’t even touch you right.

You start to feel a little nervous as you pull into the student parking garage. Eren speedily walks over to your door and opens it for you. You had forgotten about his jacket being on your lap so as you stepped out, it fell to the ground. Quickly, you bend down to grab it only to have a face full of his crotch when you look up.

Eren tenses, reasonably stricken by how provocative you look at this angle. He swallows, and looks away.

“Sorry.” You laugh, slowly rising up and handing over the jacket to him.

“You can keep it if you’re still cold.” He struggles to say, then beckons you to follow him through the dimly lit garage.

“I’m sure you’ll warm me up soon.” You mumble under your breath.

He doesn’t catch it.

You two walk through the staircase and to the entrance of dorm buildings. It looks strikingly similar to yours, but you figure they all look the same on the inside.

It’s very quiet for this time of night, the lights are dark and you’re sure most occupants in the building are already in bed and asleep. Eren sighs as he bumps the elevator button on with his fist.

The AC had kicked on, so you shiver a little as you wrap Eren’s jacket over you. He notices and extends his arm out.

You look him over with a playful face as he motions you over. “C’mere.”

You stride over to him, huddling close against his side. He smells so nice, probably nicer than most college guys that don’t have the slightest clue of what deodorant is. You lean your head on him, but immediately lift it off as the elevator dings. Eren guides you two in, then the doors close.

He tiptoes you to one corner of the small space and cages you in.

You look up at him and smile. “You live in the elevator or are you gonna pick a floor?”

He smirks. “Depends. Would you still sleep with a guy who lives in the elevator?”

You giggle. “Depends. Does the elevator guy know what he’s doing?”

Eren smiles wide, then tangles his hands in your hair. He lifts your head just enough, and begins to kiss you again. You weren’t sure what it was about being in an elevator that excited you but it just did. You found yourself getting into it more than when you were in the car.

You grab onto his waistband and pull him in closer. He kisses you with such strength and vigor, causing you to revel in his touch. This is what you imagined he’d be like.

Slowly but surely, Eren inches one hand lower down your body. He even peeks his eyes open to see if you’re uncomfortable, but alas, your face is soft and sweet as you kiss. He slides his hand under your shirt, inching up to your breast.

Upon impact, you let out the slightest mewl. His fingertips are hot to the touch against your skin.

“Do you like this?” He mumbles just under his breath. “I want you to tell me what it is you like.”

You make a small noise. “I—, Eren.”

You liked something, but you weren’t sure if it’s his skin contacting yours or what his touching you entailed.

“What about this?” He whispers, skimming under your bra and toying gently with your nipple.

This.

A moan a little too loud for comfort leaves your mouth, and you grab tighter to his waistband.

“You like that?” He asks. His breath is hot on your neck as he places a featherlight kiss to your pulse point.

You mindlessly nod your head, closing your eyes and humming.

“I wonder..” He contemplates, though he doesn’t fill you in on exactly what he’s thinking.

Instead, he shows you.

Eren lifts you up, just enough to prop his thigh in between your legs, having you practically straddling him. He continues kissing your neck, throwing in the slightest pinches on your nipples and rotating between the two.

“I can feel the way you’re throbbing.” He hotly whispers against your ear.

You gasp, as the bodily function completely goes over your head because not even you caught on to what you were doing.

Eren doesn’t give you a second to answer, instead, he only applies more pressure in every way he’s touching you. He lifts his thigh, bobbing his limb causing you to grind against it with pleasure. With the pace he’s going on your neck, you’re sure he’ll start to feel the dampness of your panties just below your skirt.

Then suddenly and without warning, he stops.

“Huh?” You almost whine.

He leaves you in the corner and nonchalantly presses one number on the elevator.

“I’m sorry, it’s just—“ He rubs the back of his neck and takes a deep breath that evolves into an attractive laugh.

“I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself if we kept on going.”

You prop yourself up on the rail with your elbows and blush. You can see a bit of your reflection in the elevator wall. Your hair is messy, lips red and wet, and your face is flushed.

The elevator dings and Eren extends his hand. “Come on, or I’ll end up fucking you in the elevator.”

You giggle and grab onto him, twisting his arm around your waist. You watch your feet as you walk down the hall.

The hallways are all scary similar, had you been lost, there’s no way you’d be able to tell.

There was even a big obnoxious plant outside the neighboring door, just like the one across from yours.

Wait.

Just as Eren knocks on the door, you release yourself from his grasp and back away.

“Wait..” You repeat, only this time outloud and blinking your fuzzy eyes to get a glance at the room number.

“Are you okay?”

“What dorm building are we in?” You quickly ask. It almost doesn’t sound like a sentence.

“Uh..”

“No, just—..What’s the room number?”

“707?”

You close your eyes, but when you hear the door open, you open them again.

“Ah shit.” You murmur, realizing the mistake you’ve just made.

“Don’t you have a key?” You hear, and instantly, your face reddens.

There, in the doorway, stands Eren.

And Jean.

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Words: 6,188 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria, pre-Negan + flashbacks in other eras Warnings: language, fear and anxiety, mention of fear of heights Summary: Y/N and Daryl head out on the run for the requested medical supplies. Things are tense, but possibly about to get worse... This part is written in Daryl's POV!

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“I ain’t waitin’. I got a whiff of him and I gotta go before it disappears.”

“Daryl, are you sure about this?” Carol pressed him, creases from worry between her eyebrows. “Are you sure you’ve really thought this through?”

“What is there to think through? If he finds her again, he’ll kill her. And I ain’t waitin’ around for that to happen.” The archer was a blur of activity, gathering his gear and shoving it into his pack.

“I think you need to talk to her about this,” Carol insisted, relinquishing her hold on his poncho somewhat unwillingly as Daryl pulled it from her hands.

He shook his head. “Nah. Ya know she’ll want to be there and I can’t risk that…” he trailed off. “I can’t risk—can’t risk that.”

A thick silence stretched for a moment and Carol wrung her hands. “Well, what are you going to tell her?”

He paused, his hands on the clasp of his pack. “I ain’t tellin’ her anythin’. I’ll leave before its light tomorrow. By the time everyone is up, I’ll be gone.”

“What am I supposed to tell her then? When she inevitably asks?” Carol pressed him. “You want me to lie to her too?”

“I ain’t lyin’,” Daryl snapped. “‘M just not—not tellin’ her everythin’. ‘M ending this so she can move on.”

Carol’s jaw tensed. “It feels like a lie.”

“Just tell her I went north. To see what I could see. Lookin’ for supplies,” he drawled, setting his pack and crossbow on the ground beside his bed. “I don’t know.”

Carol sighed heavily and shook her head as he straightened up. “I don’t think this is—”

“Look, tell her whatever ya want. Just wait until ‘m gone. This is happenin’. It’ll be done. S’gonna be over with. For good.”

She shook her head and gave him a long look before crossing his cell and gently clasping his shoulder. “Be careful. I mean it,” she said, surrendering to the fact that there would be no changing his mind. He nodded, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth for a moment.

“I will.”

Carol gave him one last look full of anxiety and left him.

* * *

I hardly slept. Maybe caught 20 minutes here and 15 minutes there. Anxiety about the run—that’s all it was. At least, that’s what I kept tellin’ myself. Wanderin’ into a hospital was about the dumbest shit we could do. They always promised to be loaded with unexpected bullshit and floods of undead assholes. But lyin’ flat on my back in the dark, I knew deep down it had a helluva lot more to do with her than it had to do with the run. I was tryin’ to remember the last time I’d spent more than ten minutes alone with her and it left me with a feelin’ like somebody had dropped a damn lead weight onto my chest. I turned over in bed in an attempt to throw it off, but it still sat there on my lungs. I knew exactly when we’d last been alone for longer than a few minutes. Of course I fuckin’ knew. It was burned into my goddamn memory.

But it wasn’t doin’ me a lick of good to think on it so I pushed it away and waited for the clock beside me to read 5:15 before I climbed out of bed. My gear was all waitin’ ready, except for pickin’ up a gun on the way out. I half-expected to run into her in the armory, but it was dark and empty when I grabbed a handgun and some ammo. It felt like a lonely walk to Aaron’s, up the empty street, dew heavy on the grass, and my bootsteps echoing loudly off the dark rows’a houses. I never feel right in here… with the square little lawns and lights on by the front doors. It just felt fake, like somebody had built paper houses and was plannin’ to light ‘em up to burn any minute. I couldn’t feel settled. I just felt… lost. Outta place. Like I didn’t belong.

I’d gotten rid of that feelin’ once… My mind drifted back to her like it always did. It was like I didn’t have no damn control over my own mind. She’d been the one who’d made me feel like I belonged. But now? Fuck. I’m doin’ it again. Focus, dumbass.

She wasn’t waitin’ by my bike either, so I rode up to the gate. As the lookout platform came into view, I caught sight of her climbing down, followed by Gabriel. Her pack was slung on her back, a shotgun hanging at her side and her favorite pistol in a holster on her thigh. I found myself chewing the inside of my cheek. Nerves. Anxiety. This was gonna be a long fuckin’ day.

“I’ve got the gate,” Gabriel said, heading for the latch. She wandered over and I felt a jolt when she met my eyes. I nudged my nose up in a nod, but she just looked back at me with that same stony expression. Unreadable. It always seemed like I never saw her smile anymore. Maybe she did, just not around me. I got that blank look or a glare that I probably deserved…

“Were ya on watch?” I asked, curious why she wouldn’ta gotten rid of her shift in favor of sleep, knowing we’d be heading out on a run early.

“No,” she said simply. No extra info. Typical. Why waste more on me when one word would do? She didn’t owe me nothin’. And she knew it. I swallowed my other questions and leaned forward on my bike so she could climb on. I felt her settle in behind me and glanced over my shoulder at her. She caught my eyes for a brief moment before looking away, down toward the ground. That was typical too. It was like she just couldn’t look at me. Felt like somebody twisted a blade in my chest every time she dodged me like that. And yet I couldn’t get enough of her, even if she was purposely a giant pain in the ass most of the damn time… I still felt like she was a mirage in a desert. A mouthful of cool water in a drought. Food for a starvin’ man.

Gabriel was waiting with the gate open, so I revved the bike to life again. Her arms wrapped around my waist to hold on and for a second I thought I felt her cheek press against the back of my shoulder, but I knew I must have imagined it. My heart was racing as we pulled out. I was more anxious than I had been all night. The thoughts rushing through my head moved so fast I couldn’t even focus on any of them.

Gabriel yelled at us to be safe as we moved through, kickin’ dust up that left a glowing red cloud behind from the reflection of the taillights. The ride to the city was smooth. We made good time, luckily only passing lone walkers or small herds that were easy to avoid. Around the curves, for a brief moment, she’d hold tighter to me and lean into the turns like I’d taught her in what felt like another fuckin’ lifetime. Each corner I could feel every individual fingertip pressing into my waist or stomach. It was always followed by a sudden wash of heat like somebody had shoved me in a shower with the temperature all the way up. I couldn’t control it. Didn’t matter how hard I tried to ignore the feelin’ of being so damn close against each other…

I slowed down as we neared the hospital. Cars sat rusting in gridlocked traffic, tires long gone, frozen in time—same place they were when everythin’ shut the fuck down. I slowed my bike to roll over some debris and hit a chunk of concrete a little harder than I meant to. Her arms tightened around me reflexively at the jolt before loosening again the next second. My heart jolted at the same time. That feeling… of her clinging onto me for safety—but fuck. Let’s not make it out to be more than it is, dumbass. I turned toward my left shoulder. “Sorry,” I murmured. She didn’t say anything back, just shifted in her place behind me, puttin’ an inch more space back between us. The hospital came into view ahead, tall over everything else on the block.

She tapped my arm and I turned so I could hear her over the engine. “We should park. Sound of the bike,” she said. I knew what she was thinkin’. Any walkers or people anywhere around would hear us. I turned down a side street and parked in a loading dock bay. She climbed off about as damn fast as she could. Kicking the kickstand out and swinging my leg over, she was already walking back toward the corner of the building to look down the street.

“Hold up,” I called after her. I still had to get my gear off the back. She either didn’t hear me or didn’t give a shit and I found myself gritting my teeth. But when I rushed around the corner, I nearly collided with her. She did wait. She was leaned up against the brick, her shotgun in her hands, staring ahead at the looming building.

She straightened up as I stopped beside her and we started windin’ our way down the last couple blocks, keepin’ to the shadows of the buildings, stayin’ in cover as best we could. Even so, I couldn’t help glancin’ up at the endless windows, too many high points. All it would take is one asshole with a rifle and a scope... My hands started to sweat as I gripped my crossbow. I glanced at her, but she was as stony-faced as ever. “C’mon,” I said, quickening my stride. “I wanna get the hell off this street.”

I heard her let out a small scoff behind me. “Yeah, you’re the only one worried about being out here,” she murmured. My teeth clenched again but I did my best to ignore it. There was no point gettin’ riled up this early in the day. We still had a lot of fuckin’ work to do. We reached a set of double doors on the side of the hospital, but one glance inside showed they were well barricaded. I stood there rubbing a hand over the stubble on my face. “S’try the south door,” I drawled. To my surprise, she didn’t argue. But that side was a fuckin’ bust too. “Shit,” I spat out. There was a tall cabinet blocking the entrance.

“Good call,” she said sarcastically.

I shot her a glare. And this time when I bit my cheek, I tasted blood. “Ya got a better fuckin’ idea? Huh?” I challenged her.

She rolled her eyes, studying the door for a moment. There was a large glass pane above it that was broken out and I saw her eyes lock in on it. “Boost me up there,” she said, inclining her chin to indicate the window.

Did she want to go in alone? Well, that sure as shit wasn’t fuckin’ happenin’. “Like hell,” I growled back. She rolled her eyes again.

“Just boost me through and I’ll get the door open. I’ll let you in.”

Now it was my turn to scoff. “Ya gonna move that cabinet? By yerself?” I asked skeptically. The muscle in her jaw tensed.

“I don’t have to move it far. Just enough to let you squeeze in. And you can help from the outside.”

I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. I didn’t like the idea. I paced a tight circle, thinkin’, as she shifted impatiently beside me. “What if ya get in there and there are walkers? Huh? We can’t see shit down the hall.”

“I’ll be quiet. Come on. We haven’t got all fucking day and we’re sitting ducks out here. Unless you’ve come up with something better—”

I didn’t like it, but she was right. Shit. “Fine,” I interrupted. She leaned her shotgun up against the wall as I set my back against the door, fingers locked together and hands low at my bent knee. “C’mon. Gimme yer foot.”

She seemed to hesitate and I wondered if she was having second thoughts, but the next moment she stepped close in front of me and her hands came to my shoulders. “Ready?” I asked. Her face was maybe six inches from mine, her hands light. I started to feel warm again, a flush of heat across the back of my neck that started spillin’ into my chest. I could see every fleck of color in her eyes, the upturned curve of her eyelashes, that little scar on her chin... Fuck. Focus.

“Ready.” She planted her boot in my hands and I boosted her up so she could grab the window edge. The tinkling of glass dropping in was all I could hear for a moment, and then her weight disappeared from my hands. Spinning around, I watched her pull herself through onto the top of the cabinet. She stayed perched there for a moment, glancin’ behind her, scoutin’ the hallway, before she dropped to her feet lightly. She made it look easy. Graceful.

I couldn’t stand still, constantly shifting my weight. I watched her face tighten as she wedged her shoulder into the cabinet, using all her weight, and it started to move at an angle away from the door. I pushed in with my shoulder from the outside and we finally had enough space for me to slip through. I passed her shotgun through first before turnin’ sideways and slidin’ in. It was dark and completely silent except for the sound of our own breathin’. It felt stuffy inside, and I could vaguely smell somethin’ sharp like animal piss and a sickeningly sweet smell. Death. Decay. I paused to draw the string on my crossbow back, cocking it ready to fire, a bolt nestled in the flight groove.

She pulled her flashlight out from the side pocket of her pack and clicked it on, shining it partially up the hallway ahead. “Jesus…” Her boots crunched over broken glass. She adjusted the shoulder strap of her shotgun, her eyes fixed down the hall, following the moving beam of her light. “This place is a fucking wreck,” she whispered. In her distraction, her tone lacked the usual hostility or sarcasm.

“Somethin’ went down since we were last here,” I agreed. There was a lot more debris and furniture toppled over and strewn about. A lot of obstacles to a clean getaway if we had to make one. “Let’s just get this done and get the hell out.”

“What a unique idea…” she remarked over her shoulder. There it was. Damn sarcasm was back.

I couldn’t help rolling my eyes and movin’ past her so I was in the lead. I knew it would annoy her, but I secretly wanted to be the one in the line of fire if somethin’ was crooked. I headed for the stairwell, pullin’ my own flashlight out and shinin’ it inside before I tried the door. It looked clear. “Upper floors are more likely to have shit left. Let’s go.”

We moved in silence. I could feel her ghosting behind me the whole way, almost mimicking my movements. This was the first time the two of us had been alone on a run since… since I dun even know when. But despite it being so goddamn long, we weren’t out of step. Once we started movin’ it was like no damn time had passed. We fell right back into our old rhythm. I knew her and she knew me. We worked well together when she put aside her need to argue with everythin’ I said. It still felt like we each knew what the other was thinkin’. Not that I expected this run would magically make working together bearable again for good, or solve anything, but at least we could if we had to. I also now was realizin’ this whole thing was probably orchestrated by Rick. Did Denise really need the supplies? Sure. But did it have to be Y/N and I gettin’ ‘em? Alone? Fuck no. I dunno exactly what he was hopin’ for but I’m pretty sure he’ll be disappointed…

Moving steadily upwards, we had most of the supplies on the list, plus plenty of extra finds, but I was growing more and more uneasy as we went on. We hadn’t run into a single fucking walker yet, and to me that meant they were probably herded up in a massive hoard somewhere. It felt like a matter of time before we found them or they found us. I could sense Y/N’s tension risin’ again too. She was more fidgety, more careful about each step she took. I found myself frequently sweeping my eyes back behind us to make sure nothin’ was lurking just outta the flashlight beams. There were the usual signs of walkers nearby; smears of blood on the floor and walls, that fuckin’ smell ya could never get outta yer nose, even chunks of flesh from the rottin’ fuckers. But we still hadn’t seen one, and I was fuckin’ worried.

“Almost got everything,” Y/N whispered to me, shoving a couple more bottles into her pack. “We just need to find the CPAP machine,” she murmured, staring down at the list. “I don’t have a fucking clue what the hell that looks like.” She glanced over at me, one of her eyebrows quirked in a question and I realized she was waitin’ for some kinda response.

“What? Yer lookin’ at me? I ain’t got a goddamn clue what the hell that even is,” I said gruffly. Shit. I saw it. Just for a second, but one corner of her lips twitched up in a smile and I swear there was a spark in her eyes—like the ones I used to see in her all the time. My heart jumped and I tried my best to ignore it. She seemed to turn away, hidin’ her face right as I was puzzlin’ over it.

“Right… well, let’s try down the hall. There’s probably another supply closet at the other end,” she said, nudging her head toward the darkness ahead.

We made our way cautiously. I pushed into the lead again and was surprised when she didn’t argue. I tried every door handle but most of ‘em just led to empty or trashed patient rooms. I caught her frozen in the doorway of one that had a massive bloodstain on the floor and spatter partially up the walls. Her eyes were wide and vacant, and I wondered what she was reliving. “Hey,” I said, just over her shoulder. She seemed to pull out of it abruptly and she turned away, moving on like nothin’ had happened. I let her go ahead, mainly so I could keep an eye on her for a minute and make sure she still had her head in the game, but I didn’t need to worry. Not about that anyway. She’d always been tough. She wasn’t shaken by shit easily. I knew that. And yet I still had this drive to want to protect her, even though she didn’t need it from me. And she definitely didn’t want it from me.

“Here,” she said suddenly, slinging her gun back on her shoulder and more fully opening the door to a small supply closet. There was hardly enough room for her to stand inside, so I posted up just behind her and strained my eyes and ears for anythin’. “It’s all electronic stuff,” she whispered, entirely focused at the task at hand. Her hands floated from one device to the next, illuminated by her flashlight. She was looking for some label or model number or somethin’ to tell her what they were. She bent down and grabbed some scattered papers from among the boxes on the floor. Swearing under her breath she held one up to the flashlight. “Of course the cover and all the useful shit in the front is torn off,” she muttered. She was bending down to grab another handful when there was some sudden, deep noise on the floor above us.

My heart seemed to stall out for a moment and she straightened up and froze, her eyes lifted toward the ceiling, lips partially parted. The sound seemed to reverberate through the building. I could feel it beneath my feet. It resonated through the walls. After a moment, I was looking at her and she glanced over and met my eyes, her eyebrows a little furrowed with worry.

“What the fuck was that?” she asked in a harsh whisper. I only shook my head. She gulped and refocused, shakin’ it off, focusing back on the papers. She was flipping page after page, scanning them as fast as she could.

I started to hear some more noises above us and then eventually spilling toward the other end of the hall. My grip on my crossbow tightened. “We need to move,” I said, keeping my voice low.

She was still intensely focused on the manual in her hands. “Just gimme a minute…” she said vaguely.

I shifted, turning more toward the far end of the hallway, straining my hearing. There was more clattering above us. “We might not have another damn minute.”

“Just—hold on—”

Fuck. I stood frozen for a moment as a herd of walkers started to spill out from the stairwell at the other end of the hallway and start toward us. “We ain’t got a minute, Y/N!” I urged in a harsh whisper. She didn’t seem to hear me.

There were more walkers than I could count. They hadn’t spotted us yet but I had to move fast, so I did the only damn thing I could think of and pushed her forward into the closet, pressing in after her and shutting the door as quietly as I could. I instinctively clicked my flashlight off and hurried to grab hers and do the same, plunging the two of us into darkness in that small space.

“Daryl, what the hell?!” she snapped at me. She’d been so focused she was completely oblivious to the mass of dead wandering our way. The goddamn closet was so small I had no choice but to be pressed into her… My heart started to pound and I think it had more to do with her against me than the undead assholes outside. I was sure she’d be able to feel it and prayed she’d just think it was adrenaline or somethin’. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

I shoved my hand over her mouth, all my patience gone. Did she really think I’d shoved her in a closet for the hell of it? “For once in yer goddamn life just shut up!” I growled in a low voice. She seemed to tense against me but in the quiet the sounds of the walkers outside the door were now easily heard above our ragged breathin’ and they were growing louder every second. I still had one hand over her mouth and the other clenching my crossbow at my side. She shifted against me and pulled my hand away. I could hear and feel her breathin’ pick up pace. I planted my palm on the wall behind her, next to her head, very aware of the growin’ heat pooling between the two of us where we were pressed together. The air felt suffocatin’. I started to worry the walkers outside the door would be able to hear my breathin’ I was so nervous. I wanted to shift, move away from her like I’m sure she wanted… I wanted to change positions and get my bow up, but it was impossible.

She didn’t seem to know where to put her arms within the tight, dark space. I couldn’t blame her. I was leaned in against her, sorta over her even. I felt her hand accidentally brush my arm and my body jolted a little at the contact, like some reflex I didn’t know I had. My teeth ground together. After that she seemed to settle away from me, into the wall behind her.

We had to just stay there, fuckin’ frozen, hardly room to breathe while the hoard passed by. Every once and a while, a body would thump hard against the door and I’d feel her flinch. I could feel sweat dripping down my neck and beading up on my face, my hair sticking to it. We were so close I could feel her breath against my skin when she faced toward me. I felt the rhythm of her breathin’. And I couldn’t ignore the fact that in that tiny ass closet, the only thing I could smell was the faint scent of her shampoo. I tried hard not to notice, but I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t try to put some name to the smell. Lavender? Not quite. Maybe more like rose? I dunno. And despite the possible death lurking just outside, I found it hard to focus on anythin' other than the feeling of her against me.

It felt like it took hours for the hoard to pass, but it was probably only ten minutes. But after the sounds drifted away we were still left with a big fuckin’ problem. They had to go somewhere, and my best guess was that they were travelin’ down.

It was so dark in there I couldn’t even tell if my fuckin’ eyes were open or closed, and it seemed to be makin’ it hard to think… Or maybe the angle of her one hip pressed into me was—fuck. Get it together, man… I fumbled for and clicked on my flashlight, findin' the two of us both wincin' at the sudden glare, noses almost touchin'. She was lookin’ up at me, her lips softly parted, her expression only full of concern for once, that little worry line she always gets near her eyebrow.

We both stayed like for a second. I guess just struck by actually seein’ how close we were in the sudden light, until finally she tore her eyes away and turned her head.

I tried to clear my throat, worried my voice was gonna come out soundin' strained or somethin’. “Uhh… sounded like they were goin’—”

“—down. Yeah,” she finished.

My eyes traced the angle of her jawline as she kept her face turned away from me. I heard the paper manual crinkle in her hand and groped for the doorknob behind me. “Yeah,” I agreed quietly. “So, we got a problem about gettin’ out.” My hand finally landed on the doorknob and I turned it and slowly opened the door on the hall, checking both directions carefully but also feelin’ like if I didn’t put some damn space between the two of us again I was about to explode. It looked clear and I stepped out. Glancin’ back, she still seemed frozen, up against the wall, her face turned away toward her shoulder so I couldn’t really get a read on her. “Hey. What is it?” I prompted her.

“Hmm?” She seemed to snap back to herself. “N—nothing…” She went back to searching the manual in her hand, like nothin’ had fuckin’ happened. Just one goddamn time I’d like to know what the fuck is goin’ on inside her head… But I ain’t got no right to that. She’s made that pretty fuckin’ clear.

It wasn’t the right manual or the right machine. But she went through two more until she found it. “Got it,” she announced, waving the paper at me before shoving it into her already full duffel bag. She seized a small machine from the shelf and started trying to rearrange items to make it fit in her pack.

“I got room,” I said, still nervously checkin’ over my shoulder. I thought I could hear the hoard moving below us, maybe two floors down.

“It’s fine. I can make it fit,” she said, jostling more stuff in her bag.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the damn thing from her, slinging my crossbow strap over my shoulder. “Ya’d really rather split yer pack at the seams than take any fuckin’ help from me,” I murmured. I didn’t wait for an answer. I didn’t need one…

She stepped out of the closet and I caught her wiping her forearm across her forehead. It left a smear of dirt near her hairline. I had to pull myself back to the present. “So, how are we getting out of here?” she asked, adjusting her pack and the duffel bag strap on her shoulder.

I glanced at her, knowing she wasn’t gonna like my idea.

She rolled her eyes. “Well, you’ve obviously got something. Just get on with it.”

“Fire escape,” I said.

I watched the muscle in her jaw twitch as he jaw clenched. “Fuckin’ great…”

“Unless ya got somethin’ else—”

“You know I don’t,” she snapped back at me. She wiped a hand across her forehead again, swiping away fresh drops of sweat. “It’s—” She cut herself off. “Let’s just go,” she sighed, defeated.

I looked at her for a second more, trying to gauge just how freaked out she was, but it didn’t seem to matter. We didn’t have any other options.

“Let’s go,” she snapped again. “Before I change my mind about being able to handle this.”

“It ain’t—”

She squeezed her eyes shut and I watched her body tense. “I swear to god, Dixon, if you say ‘It ain’t that bad’ or ‘It ain’t that high’ right now, I will lose my shit and attract every fucking walker in this goddamn building. I don’t even give a fuck.” Her jaw muscle twitched.

I couldn’t help letting out a sigh that was more of a growl than anything but then I turned and headed for the window a couple doors down that I’d noticed was busted out. Leaning through, I scanned the outside of the building for a fire escape. Nothing on that side.

“It’s probably around the other side. Let’s try the end of the hall,” she suggested. Her boots stayed rooted to the floor and I glanced at her again. She caught my eyes and must have read the concern on my face.

“I’m fine. You’re the last person I need worrying about me,” she growled.

Fuck. She could be infuriating… I found my hand clenching and unclenching a few times before I followed her back out of the room.

She was right. There was a fire escape down that side. I grabbed a piece of metal off the floor and straightened up. “Ya ready?” I asked one more time. “They might hear this glass break so we gotta fuckin’ move.” I thought her hands were a bit shaky.

“Just do it,” she said. And this time, I could hear the quiver in her voice.

I smashed the window and knocked out the glass before pullin' myself through. The metal grates rattled under my boots and she looked suddenly sick as she approached the window sill. I hesitated a second before reaching a hand out to help her through.

“I’m fine,” she said. She didn’t look fine, but she gripped the ledge and climbed out. “Oh, fuck. Fuck…” she muttered as her feet landed on the platform. She was keeping her eyes fixed straight out. Even just the metal grates at th prison used to freak her out, and that was one floor.

I wanted to comfort her but… I wasn’t dumb enough to think it’d help or that she wanted me to, so instead I just started down the stairs at a good pace. She followed stiffly behind me, gripping onto the railing with white knuckles and falling behind.

Every once and a while I’d glance back and she looked like she was about to be sick, but she was still following. We hit a snag as we reached the third-floor platform. A large part of it had rusted and fallen away, leaving a gaping hole we would have to edge around to reach the next set of stairs.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” I heard her behind me and when I looked back her eyes were wide and round and she was clutching onto the railing like it was a lifeline.

“S’fine. I’ll cross first. Just keep over—”

“Oh, really, Daryl? I should keep over to the side? You mean I should stay away from the huge fucking hole in the goddamn floor?” It kept drawing her eyes and I’d see her rip them back up and away, reeling.

I knew that was mostly coming from the fact that she was fuckin’ terrified, but every harsh word from her still stung. “Fine. Clearly, yer good,” I spat back. “Ya don’t need me and ya don’t give a shit and yer fine. I fuckin’ got it.” So much for trying to calm her down. I edged past the hole in the metal grating and went down the next set of stairs. Finally, I just had to push down the ladder, climb down, and we’d be on solid ground again. But when I looked back up, she was still frozen where she had been, on the far side of the platform. I watched her for another minute, waiting to see if she’d move. I knew she wasn’t gonna ask for help, not from me, but she obviously needed it and tough shit, I’m the only damn person here. I rubbed a hand across the back of my neck, anxious to even try again, and climbed back up. I edged past the rusted-out hole and stopped next to her. “Just gimme yer hand.” She didn’t loosen her grip on the railing, and her eyes landed on my face. “S’fine. Just for two seconds, lemme fuckin’ help ya.”

Her chest was heaving with fearful breaths and I guess the idea of tryin’ to cross along that edge alone was worse than puttin’ her hand in mine. Part of me still thought she’d take the heights over me, but she didn’t… She pried her hand off the railing and placed it into mine. I—I can’t say my heart didn’t jump when my fingers closed around it. The motorcycle. The fuckin’ closet. Now this. We’d hardly been within six feet of each other for years and now all this in one day… I felt dizzy. It ain’t like Rick could have predicted these things would happen. He sure as shit couldn’t command a hoard to force us into each other in a tiny closet… but he must have been hopin’ for somethin’ by sendin’ us out here. Was it gonna work on her? I fuckin’ doubt it.

As we stepped along the edge of the edge of the platform, she held her breath. She always seemed like nothing in this fucked up world scared her anymore, nothing phased her. Half the time it almost seemed like she didn’t give a shit if she died. But this? Heights? This still scared her on some level she couldn't reason away.

But we made it across just fine. She was gripping onto me so tightly I thought she might have bruised the bones in my damn hand. And as we climbed down the next set of stairs, long past the danger, she was still holding onto me. But just as quickly as I realized it, she slipped her hand out and stiffened next to me again, fixing her eyes away toward the railing, which she grabbed onto again desperately.

We made it down the ladder, dropping onto the concrete and making a run back to my bike, slippin' from cover to cover, packs heavy and weighing us down. I was thinking how batshit crazy it was that we’d just done a hospital run and hadn’t had to kill a single walker AND managed to get all the damn supplies... when we rounded the last corner and a string of curses left her mouth.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. What the fuck?!” She knelt down next to my bike and as I looked, my stomach dropped.

“Son of a fuckin' bitch.” Both tires on my motorcycle were slashed. Ruined. Fuck.

We were stranded in the city without a runnin’ vehicle and somebody knew we were here.

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thesims4blogger · 2 years

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Official Blog: Find Marital Bliss in The Sims 4 My Wedding Stories

The Sims team has released an official blog for The Sims 4 My Wedding Stories Game Pack!

Introducing Tartosa, the most romantic world in all of The Sims™ 4. The sunsets are heartstopping, the beaches are breathtaking, the gardens are astonishing, and the waterfalls are awe-inspiring; Tartosa is a paradise made for love.

This idyllic world is the perfect place to celebrate your Sims’ nuptials, from putting a ring on it to the renewal of vows, reflecting a true wedding and happily-ever-after experience! You’ll be able to creatively discover different sides of oneself to plan out many versions of your Sims’ dream wedding: the festivities leading up to the ceremony, participants, decor, dresscode, cake, location and more.

So without further ado, we now present Tartosa and a guided tour of The Sims 4 My Wedding Stories Game Pack.

Pre-Wedding Festivities

A wedding doesn’t start until your partner says “yes,” right?

Enjoy the thrill of every major moment leading up to the Big Day, starting with your engagement. Although you can absolutely be the spontaneous type and elope at City Hall, you can also spend some time selecting that flawless ring in Create-A-Sim, picking the right time and location. When they say yes – because of course they will, you’re a total catch! – you and your partner have the preference to host pre-wedding parties to celebrate the big news with family and friends.

Just like your wedding, your Sim couple can plan their Engagement Party, Bach Parties and/or Rehearsal Dinner any way they want, complete with the option of toasts, speeches, food, gifts and dancing, as well as the choosing of a Sim of Honor.

Ultimate Checklist for Planning Your Nuptials

The fun of planning all of the ceremony details may begin – and you can make your wedding(s) uniquely yours! You don’t like to dance? Not a problem; we’ll just prepare more food.

After you’ve established your Sim couple’s likes, dislikes, wants and nots, you can move on to setting a date and choosing your venue. Tartosa is full of picturesque locations – from a Coastal Village to the Forested Inland – with everything you need to make your wedding day magical, including reverent residents and local lore. There’s extravagant ballrooms, sunset-laden beaches, and peaceful gardens. We’ve partnered with community creators from different backgrounds to create lots that represent our community, like icemunmun’s “Garden Palace of Vows,” and “Centurial Harmony Garden” created by CatherineGamesYT.

Once you’re in town, you can go to the local wedding attire boutique to try on a vast array of dresses and tuxedos. From traditional to modern, from flowy white gowns to the reds and henna typically worn by Hindu brides, there’s a look for everyone. Then, you’ll be able to visit the flower cart in the center of town to choose the bouquet you’ll inevitably toss over your shoulder.

What’s a party without a cake? Swing over to the patisserie shop to taste test and put your personal spin on your Sims’ perfect cake from seemingly endless options and combinations – and don’t forget your cake topper!

The Perfect Cinematic Wedding

Today’s the Big Day and now it’s time to revel in everything you’ve built. If you’re celebrating a more traditional Chinese matrimony, you can start the day with a Family Gathering – the customary tea ceremony – serving refreshments to your respective families.

After slipping into your wedding attire, it’s now time to start the Wedding Ceremony. Your guests will gather together to cordially await your arrival. Once you’ve sent down your flower pal and ring bearer down the aisle, if you so choose to, then you and your partner will do the same, either alone or with someone to give you away. Vows exchanged, I Do’s certified, and the first kiss seals the deal. Congratulations, newlyweds! Let’s party!

In the Wedding Reception, you’ll have an opportunity to toss your bouquet, cut the cake with your partner, and even share your first slow dance as a married couple, complete with a rehearsed twirl-and-dip. Then, move over, lovebirds, the rest of the party wants to join you on the dance floor for some line dancing! It’s electric!

Memories to Last a Lifetime

You and your partner’s celebration doesn’t stop after the reception. You’ll have a lifetime together to memorialize your matrimony, starting with the photos you captured and vacations you planned. Whether you stay in Tartosa or travel to another far-off world, you’ll be able to enjoy your new life with an intimate vacation for two.

As you and your partner grow old, you two will also have the chance for Vow Renewal, reaffirming your love for each other in a smaller, simpler version of your wedding ceremony.

The Sims team wishes you and yours a sincere congratulations!

Check out Dom and Cam’s Wedding Website as they share their first big steps towards marriage, and follow the couple’s wedding planning updates.

Join us for a full deep-dive reveal of The Sims 4: My Wedding Stories on February 11, 2022 at 10AM PT on Twitch and YouTube.

The Sims™ 4 My Wedding Stories Game Pack will be available beginning February 17, 2022 on PC and Mac via Origin™ and Steam®, PlayStation®5, PlayStation®4, Xbox Series X|S and Xbox One systems.

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 3 years

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AIGHT Y’ALL I wasn’t tagged but I’m doing this anyways because f u c k i t

It's the year 2021 and you're obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?

Deadasss weird as fuck, my dude. Like...out of all the things I could’ve predicted happening in our lord’s year 2021, it definitely was NOT getting hyperfixated on a hammy gay ship with a punk and a nerd from a goddamn karate soap opera. And yet...here we are??? I will never understand hyperfixations, my guy. But I’ve met a lot of really cool people in this fandom, so I can’t really complain.

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?

I have never seen a single Karate Kid movie in my entire life. When I was a kid, it looked kinda dumb so I never got into it XD But then I saw my roommate watching Cobra Kai on Youtube Red one day (he has every streaming service known to man) and I was hooked. And...here I am!

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character:

Literally EVERYONE except for Kreese, Yasmine, Kyler, and Tory, sorry stans

Okay but if we gotta pick, Johnny Lawrence is my Problematic Fave. Also I love my boy Daniel, he’s trying his best!!! And Amanda LaRusso, we stan a queen!!!

Among the kids, definitely Miguel, with Demetri as a close second. I also love Sam, Aisha, Moon, and Hawk (pre- and post-Bastardization Arc, anyways XD)!

Favorite ship:

Take a look at my username and take a WILD FUCKING GUESS lmao Yes it’s Eli/Demetri because DUH, every interaction they have is so fucking gay and Eli fucking saved him!!! And came back to him!!! And betrayed the world’s most terrifying dojo with a WAR CRIMINAL SENSEI all for Demetri!!! And how Demetri was willing to forgive him for everything at the drop of a hat because he always had faith there was still good in his best friend??? That’s TRUE LOVE motherfuckers. Please let them kiss in Season 4. I will sell you all of my limbs. Sam/Miguel is a close second because they’re cute as shit and it’s just so lovely to see two people so unapologetically smitten with each other. They are in LOVE, and I will RIOT if they break up again!!! Keep Sam and Miguel together 2k21!!!

Underrated character:

SAMANTHA LARUSSO!!! The amount of hate my girl gets for acting like a normal teenager and fucking up occasionally JUST like the rest of the cast makes me want to start punching things. She cares SO MUCH about her friends!!! And she loves the shit out of Miguel!!! She hasn’t always been the best friend but you know what??? Neither has Hawk, and we still forgave his ass!!! Also LET HER BE FEMININE but also kick utter ass, my god!!! Femininity should not be synonymous with being weak, y’all! ALSO DEMETRI, like yes, he likes to complain and occasionally run his mouth, but guess what else he likes to do??? Never give up on the love of his life his best friend Eli Moskowitz and refuse to lose faith in him no matter how much of a little shit he’s become, and I for one think that’s very badass of him. Also the way he takes care of Eli pre-Cobra Kai in his own snarky bastard way makes me absolutely Weak and needs more appreciation. Like the dude has charisma and COULD have probably made other friends and left Eli behind if he wanted, but did he??? No, he wants the weepy loser with the lip scar in the polo shirts and dorky sweaters and will protect him as much as his wimpy ass is able!!!

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol):

Among the adults, Daniel/Amanda!!! Like maybe I just don’t watch that much tv, but it seems kinda rare to me to see a happily married hetero couple, and it’s just nice to see a married couple who genuinely love each other and where there’s not like...lingering resentment or some shit. I feel like this ship gets overshadowed by Lawrusso a lot (which like--okay, fair!!! Daniel and Johnny do have a ridiculous amount of chemistry, and the gay undertones are undeniable, so I get it), and it makes me kinda sad. I do love Lawrusso, but I don’t like when Amanda has to get her heart broke for it to happen, you feel? Among the kids, honestly YasMoon. Like I really love the idea of Yasmine trying to better herself because of Moon’s influence on her and because Moon like...inspires her to be a better person, I guess? With their pretty strong friendship, it just makes more sense to me for Yasmine to get a redemption arc through Moon than through Demetri. ALSO girls DO often pull the whole “mean girl” shtick to cover up being closeted lesbians, and Moon IS canonically bi, so it could work!!! I just think this one could be a really interesting Friends to Lovers take, and could make a really nice coming-out arc for Yas. And MoonPiper too, honestly!!! Like they only got 5 seconds of screentime so I understand WHY it’s underrated, but I still love what we DID get and loved that there was a canon gay ship (even if only for 1 scene lmao). I’m really excited to potentially see more of them in Season 4!!! Please, I’m begging!!!

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?

Sweep the Leg because it will always be deeply hilarious to me how Demetri took note of the first move Eli ever used on him and spent presumably weeks perfecting it OUT OF SPITE just to get him back with it at the soccer game MONTHS later. Just goes to show how OBSESSED Demetri is with Eli and their little karate rivalry which is just NOT straight, I’m sorry

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?

There’s something so funny about this pretentious little fuck walking around in fancy suits once he becomes a #SuccessfulBusinessman, and still occasionally trying to do karate in a full-ass suit (take THAT, Tom Cole’s boba!!!) I’m also a big fan of how he looks in his gi with his little headband. Still killing that look as a 40-50-something!!!

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver:

Tbh I have still never seen a single Karate Kid movie (they took them off of Netflix, RIP), so...I don’t really care if they bring anyone else back??? I’m invested in the characters we already have in the show, I don’t need some rando from the movies to make a cameo to have a good time XD The only character I really wanted them to bring back was Ali, and they already did, so like...I’m good??? That’s all I really needed, I can die in peace now XD

Scene that lives in your head rent-free:

Basically any fluffy Elimetri scene, but 5 in particular: ~Miguel first meeting Eli and Demetri at the lunch table, and Eli looking at Demetri like he hung every goddamn star in the sky ~Demetri going off at a terrifying, “unhinged” karate sensei on the first day of Cobra Kai because he made fun of Eli’s lip and Demetri is not about that shit ~ELI STEALING DEMETRI’S NACHO AND SMIRKING AT HIM, LIKE EXCUSE ME SIR PLEASE BE A LITTLE LESS HOMOSEXUAL IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND ~Eli yanking Demetri onstage during Valley Fest to hold a board, and Demetri being visibly like...extremely turned on when Eli breaks said board ~ELI SAVING DEMETRI DURING THE CHRISTMAS FIGHT, ELI APOLOGIZING, DEMETRI AND ELI KICKING COBRA ASS TOGETHER AKSBDCUWYVCBU

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?

I hope not! He’s kind of a funny meme character to pop up now and again but I don’t think he deserves a serious plotline when there are so many more interesting characters to follow.

You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?

Miyagi-Do because Cobra Kai would eat me alive. Also I’d probably straight up get stuck and die in that cement mixer, if I even made it that far XD Besides, being salty that your friend who you have a crush on likes martial arts better than you and starting martial arts to impress them but also being too lazy to join anything TOO intense is a Big Mood and I am certainly not speaking from personal experience here, no sirree

What’s your training montage song?

"Shut Up and Drive” by Rihanna for a weight-training and bicep-flexing montage, “Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons for a more intense punching-and-kicking-shit montage. I don’t know why this is, I just feel it in my heart.

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?

*Briefly panics because I don’t actually watch that much TV and most of the stuff I do watch is fantasy/sci fi shit that absolutely would not work for a CK crossover*

Hmmmm okay but ACTUALLY

You know what would be fucking funny as hell would be an It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia crossover. Allow me to elaborate: ~The Gang goes to LA on vacation during the height of the Karate Dojo Wars. They literally can get barely anything done without all these goddamn karate-fighting teenagers getting in the way. ~They are all very annoyed by this. Even the most obscure of tourist attractions is eventually intercepted by karate fights. ~Mac tries to join Cobra Kai because he sees all this karate fighting on, and wants to unquestionably prove both his badassery and masculinity. Both Johnny and Kreese are like “Wtf are you doing here? Aren’t you like 30?” ~Mac gets a planet-sized crush on Johnny after all of 5 minutes and endlessly gushes to the gang about him. The gang mercilessly roast him about this and about how much of a pathetic loser with his life together in no way whatsoever Johnny sounds like. They proceed to have exactly 0 self awareness about this. ~The Waitress is in town visiting family or something, and Charlie is stalking her, as per usual. However, every time he’s about to go up and talk to her, a pack of battling Miyagi-Dos and Cobra Kais throwing punches and kicks everywhere blocks his path. One times, Mac is among one of these packs and Charlie is like “???? He didn’t get kicked out of that teen karate dojo yet???” ~Seeing how much the Kids These Days seem to like fighting, Charlie drops by a local high school to try and sell Fight Milk to the kids doing karate. Only Kyler and Brucks buy into it, and subsequently get the entire West Valley High wrestling team sick. Charlie is inevitably arrested, as Counselor Blatt thinks he’s selling the kids drugs. ~Dennis makes a plan to have sex with every hot chick he can in Los Angeles. He meets Ali on a dating app post-divorce, and inevitably tries to bang her. It doesn’t work. ~Frank crashes the rental car, and inevitably the gang ends up at one of Daniel’s dealerships. Dee quickly takes a liking to Daniel and is like “Watch, assholes--Imma homewreck this guy’s marriage.” She starts frequenting the dealerships to attempt to flirt with Daniel, until one day she walks in on him having sex with Johnny in a back room and she’s like “Is that the guy from Mac’s goddamn dojo?!?!” ~Dennis, of course, tries to sleep with Amanda. Amanda is not having it, and rebukes him in the most snarky, Amanda-esque way possible. Dennis is just like “Oh not AGAIN--the women in this goddamn diva city have too high of standards!” ~Later on, the gang is at the beach and Dennis spots the blonde lady he went out on an ill-fate date with, and decides to give it another shot--that is, until he sees her go up and kiss another woman and he’s like “IS THAT THE LADY FROM THE CAR DEALERSHIP??? STUPID-KARATE-KICK-COMMERCIAL’S WIFE?!? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.” ~Dee complains to Dennis about her lack of luck getting laid, and Dennis is just like “Oh come ON, is everyone in Los Angeles gay???” Smash cut to Hawk and Demetri having sex, Moon and Piper making out, Bert and Nate holding hands, Chris and Mitch doing oral, and Amanda, Ali, and Carmen having a threesome. ~Frank tries to scam Kreese into buying cheaply-made karate equipment for his dojo. The gang ends up having to leave LA because Kreese is quite literally plotting all of their murders.

For tagging, uuuuhhhhhh @jackonthelongwalk @soe-leo @max-eagle-fang @cc-tinslebee @backawayfromthegay @asphodel-storm do the thing, if y’all haven’t yet!

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talas-starlight · 3 years

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Scarred Spirits - zuko x fem!reader (pt.6)

SUMMARY: Y/n has been tailing Azula since Omashu and struggles to carry out her mission while protecting what matters most (AHAHAH THIS WAS THE WORST SUMMARY EVER IM SORRY)

WORD COUNT: 4k (uh wow this is my longest piece ever and i- AHAHA)

WARNINGS: panic attacks, fighting, swearing, angst? Tbh if you’ve made it this far in the series nothing new I think (lmk if I forgot anything)

KEY: *** = flashback && italic = internal dialogue

PREVIOUS PARTS: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

MASTERLIST: Here!

The cool breeze swept through the palanquin as Azula sat assuredly, ruling everything she passed. “Okay girls, Father has sent word that the machinery and our wonderful new pets will meet up with us soon to chase down the Avatar until he’s too exhausted to even think anymore! Then, we’ll be off to capture Zuzu and Uncle! Victory will be ours.”

“That sounds extremely boring.” Grumbling as if Mai had so much more better things to do with her time.

“Hmm, I have to disagree Mai. What would be more fun than making them feel like there’s no escape but having to fight which they would inevitably fail at trying to win because they’re tired beyond repair!! It will be such a sweet victory.” Letting out a small laugh that sounded nothing but maniacal to you, Mai didn’t say another word as Ty Lee giddily nodded in approval.

Now, that is a tragic sight to see despite how understandably so.

Azula, Ty Lee and Mai have been planning how to hunt down the additional target from the moment they all stepped out of Omashu. Yet, based on that recent encounter, it was more so Azula rather than anyone else. Luckily enough, you were able to stay out of sight the entire time, and nothing requiring you to intervene has occurred. It was only a matter of time before that lucky streak broke.

After much contemplation and sleepless nights since the third anniversary, along with recent events, Zuko finally came to a conclusion. Approaching his uncle with great certainty, he finally let out what has been on his mind.

“Uncle, I thought a lot about what you said.”

“You did? Good, good.”

“It’s helped me realise something.” Letting out a deep breath, getting to the point came quite easily to him, especially since Iroh’s back was still faced towards him.

“We no longer have anything to gain by travelling together. I need to find my own way.”

Not wanting to stay for any of Iroh’s possible rebuttals, he silently reached for his belongings that he had pre-packed for the occasion and turned to make his solo journey into the forest. As he began to walk further into the woods on his own, Iroh knew he wouldn’t turn back for him, so he did the first thing he could think of to aid his nephew if he couldn’t physically be there for him.

“Wait!” Rushing over Iroh grabbed the Ostrich Horse and gave him to Zuko- for someone who has barely been exposed to the real world, he knew his nephew couldn’t do entirely on his own. Even if the animal couldn’t properly speak with him.

Accepting his uncles’ gesture, he climbed on top ready to get on with his own mission of sorts. On his own, Zuko would finally have the chance to do something he never had time to consider until now; find you.

Looking out onto the horizon, the giant, ugly piece of machinery continued to charge its way towards a hopeless group of young teenagers. “Despite how much I hate that girl, I will admit, her determination is unparalleled.”

“Eerrnngggghhhhh!”

“You can say that again.”

It had been approximately three days since Azula received her new toy, and she spent every single minute catching up with the Avatar. To your relief, she seems to have finally caught sight of him, and hopefully, this would also mean that you might finally be able to stop tailing her. In the past three days, you haven’t managed to catch a single minute of sleep or a break, and while this was something you have experienced before, you were sure that your ride was more than ready to collapse at any second.

In all honesty, when a Fire Nation hawk landed near your campsite four days earlier, the last thing you expected was word that you would be receiving assistance for your mission. Not once before had this occurred since you’ve been entirely left to your own devices. You supposed it was because the stakes were too high this round.

***

Y/N.

I am pleased to hear that my daughter is able to catch sight of the Avatar and his assistants in crime against my great nation. While I am sure you are clearly focused on your task with ensuring Azula succeeds in bringing my disgraceful relatives back to the palace, you must extend your attention towards the new targets as well. Regarding my son and brother, I was disappointed when I heard word that they got away since I made it perfectly clear that you must finish the job. On this occasion, I will take the benefit of the doubt since it would be too suspicious if you completed the mission on Azula’s first attempt.

I have dispatched 3 mongoose lizards for Azula and her company. A fourth will be on its way for your use, as it is paramount that you do not let her fail whatsoever.

I have taken the precious and personal time out of my day to write and send this letter so that word does not reach my daughter of your mission. Let this also be a reminder of the possible bounty on your head if you choose to fail. I am sure the pitiful state of your body is enough of a reminder of what I can do to you.

Regardless of your past services to me, remember this is the ultimate test of your loyalty to your nation and me.

Your Fire Lord, Ozai.

Despite informing you that help that was on its way, you spent the rest of the night in a state of turmoil. Talk about having a way with words.

How in Spirits name did that stupid bird find me?! It flew away quickly too so I guess I don’t need to send anything back but… What am I really doing here?

Ozai seems to have some way of finding me so clearly, I can’t run away. Yet, I’m not going to allow him to take anyone back to the Capital…

Frozen in your thoughts, your focus stayed fixated on the fire you ignited earlier in the night.

Fuck I wish I could talk to her. She’d know the right thing to say, and everything would be okay again.

Roughly tugging at your braided hair, you held your legs to your chest desperately trying to clear your head. Stop, don’t think about her too.

Oblivious to any concept of time, when the first rays of yellow and orange peak over the horizon, your mind instantly enters a state of calm. Almost as if it were able to strengthen you from your core. Although while the problem remained, with a stronger mindset, you forced yourself to accept that you were just going to have to work it out further down the line. At this rate with Azula’s split focus, you weren’t even sure if you would have to take care of the Avatar or Zuko first.

***

Funnily enough, it seemed that fate decided you would have to deal with both at the same time since Zuko has caught sight of Azula and friends and now you were tailing both him and his sister. How convenient.

I wonder where Iroh is? Didn’t he get away with Zuko when they ran off the ship?

After keeping out of sight through every moment Azula came even remotely close to Aang, you decided to follow her when she separated from Mai and Ty Lee. But before you entered the area to keep an eye on everything from afar, you noticed Zuko on his Ostrich Horse as if he was waiting for the right moment to interfere.

“Be careful Zuko.”

Whipping around at a speed that could give him whiplash, his face instantly turned into nothing short of a scowl when he recognised your voice.

“You again?! Whoever you are, you need to get away from me. Leave. Me. Alone!”

Attempting and failing to take a step closer to him as he steers his horse a few steps back. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m just trying to protect you, that’s all I want to do. If I could have it my way, you’d be far away from this place; away from Azula. You can’t trust her. This isn’t right, and you should be somewhere that could give you a fresh start, like Ba Sing Se.”

“As if you would know anything about Azula or why I’m here! I need to regain my honour, and I’m doing the right thing! Stop trying to meddle with my life when your role in it is completely insignificant!”

An indignant sigh passes through your lips. “Fine. Just be careful. Please.”

Scowling at you once more Zuko tugs the reigns on his ostrich horse to take him further into the abandoned village. You try not to let his anger get to you, but at this point, you’re unsure if you’re more upset or annoyed with his attitude. Sighing under your mask, you do a quick check that all of your weapons are strapped in place since it seems that this interaction isn’t about to end peacefully.

“Let’s do this.”

Hopping off your new lizard friend, you stealthy broke through one of the broken windows of a nearby building, ensuring that you were staying out of sight.

Ah, it seems he wasn’t wasting any time.

“Back off Azula. He’s mine.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

As the three of them got into their fighting stances, you almost wanted to jump in right then and there to help Aang. The sight of his painfully dark under circles was too much of an indicator that this fight wasn’t going to be an easy one.

Making the first move, Azula strikes her blue fire towards Zuko. Luckily enough for him, he was able to deflect it with his own. Observing the fight take place before you, it eventually gravitates further away, leaving you to only listen to what is occurring from your hidden spot.

I wonder how long until I’ll have to step in. With both Zuko and Azula on the offence, it’s clear that one of them is going to get hurt. Something tells me it’s not going to be Azula either. If only he fought smarter rather than harder.

What. A. Pity.

Soon enough, your suspicions were confirmed when you heard Zuko let out an angered scream, followed by a loud crash. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t let out a small snicker at that.

As Aang comes back into view, you scan around for an exit knowing that if you stay where you are, you’ll get caught. Yet when you make your move to run, half of the roof is swiped off clean, causing him to plummet towards the ground. Abandoning any thought, you sprint back to where he’s about to land, quickly catching him.

Stunned that there was another person in a building, Aang frantically looked around, trying to identify who it was that caught him. Eventually, he noticed your eyes peering through some of the broken wooden ceiling around him, your black mask confirming that it was you. “Woah! What…? Oh spirits, it’s you!”

Eye’s widening at how fast he managed to work out that it was you, you desperately tried to dig yourself into the wreckage as you felt Azulas fire coming closer. “Shhh! She’s coming.”

“What? How do you know-?”

As Azula saunters into the building, her infamous smirk adorning her face. Wordlessly lighting up the room's perimeter in flames, Aang begins to struggle against the piece of wood on top of him, consequently crushing you further from under him.

Letting out a small grunt, you scold him under your breath, “stay calm.”

Your inner peace y/n.

Just as Azula raised her right hand to strike, you closed your eyes, imagining a moment you felt at peace. A moment that made you forget all of the chaos your created in the world.

***

Cold, smooth fingertips tenderly reached out towards you, instinctively making your lungs tightly squeeze together as she brushed the hair out of your eyes. The delicate giggle emitting from her pink stained lips was enough for you to lose all sense of constraint as you take a small step towards her. Hesitantly as you stare that the ground, you take her hand in yours, stroking the back of it with your thumb. The action is so small yet feels so loud in your chest because this is as close as its ever gotten.

Just when you’re about to pull it away completely, terrified that you’ve gone too far, her other hand reaches up, lifting your chin ever so softly as she makes you look at her.

“It’s funny y/n, because even though I’ve lived here my whole life, I’ve never seen snow look quite as beautiful as it does in your hair.”

***

When you reopen them, the heat of your fire runs its way through your veins and your fingertips. The fallen remains all around you burst away, freeing yourself and Aang from its constrains. Seeing your golden fire of pure energy light up the room, Azula is stunned into place, instantly recognising it from the day she visited your cell all those years ago. Glowing golden, eyes peering into the deepest parts of her, it's unnerving how the unusual feeling sinks into her bones. Yet, her moments of distraction leave her as Katara reaches the entryway whipping her arm with water.

Complete rage fills Azula’s body. Not only had she been wholly blindsided by your presence, but she also lost focus. And Azula never loses focus.

Whirling around, she strikes at Katara, sending her running out into the open. Needing to make up for her prior incompetence, Azula runs after her.

“Woah! How did you do that?! That was so cool.”

“There’s no time; you need to go out there and help your friends. Never underestimate that princess.”

Aang’s amazement towards how you freed both of you from the crushing weight of the ceiling faltered as he noticed your choice of words.

“Come with me. Please. I need you.”

Sensing the certainty of his decision, you brushed off some ash from your clothing, wordlessly making your way out of the building.

I’m going to regret this.

With Aang following closely behind, you both join Sokka and Katara, and they face Azula, ready to corner her. Yet she wasn’t giving up just yet. Sending her fire with precision, she takes turns in having a shot at each of you. Luckily enough, you were all able to hold your own.

Backing away slowly, you can tell she thinks that she’s almost about to get a proper hold of the entire situation. But to your greatest joy, she falls flat on her face.

“I thought you guys could use a little help.”

This must be Aangs new earth bending teacher.

“Thanks.” Did Katara just smile?!

Not wasting the opportunity that came with their small distraction, she makes a run for an ally as an escape. Although, once again, she is faced with another hurdle being Iroh, ultimately allowing all seven of you to finally corner her.

In true fashion, she doesn’t allow it to bother her one bit, “well, look at this. Enemies and traitors all working together.”

Taking in everyone one by one, she pauses when her eyes lock with yours. “Even you. Pathetic scum, it seems you still haven’t learnt your lesson. I always told father we should have disposed of you from the moment we caught you.” With that comment, you see Zuko glance towards you in your peripheral vision. This is nowhere near the time right now coal brain.

“I’m done.” Raising her arms in surrender, you almost want to laugh. Do these people seriously believe Azula right now?

“I know when I’m beaten. You got me. A princess surrenders with honour.” Standing before everyone, you instinctively fixate yourself on her, searching for a microexpression to indicate what she’s really about to do. Her smug smile clearly shows that she’ll most likely attack. But who?

By the time she decides on her target, it’s too late. Sending a direct stream of fire towards Iroh, Zuko lets out a horrified scream, instinctively setting off everyone to attack with their element, or weapon in Sokkas case. You on the other hand, rushed to Iroh’s side knowing that the others were more than capable on their own.

As he lays passed out on the ground, panic slowly swarms in your chest. Fuck, another person is dying because of me! I literally saw her focus on him!

Placing your hands on his chest, you let out a deep breath trying to remember a trick you learned on a mission a while back when you got a deep cut to your side. Focusing on him and his faint heartbeat, despite being a bit shaky, you were able to use your fire, providing him with enough energy to bring his breathing to a steady rate. But the moment was short-lived when you heard an explosion go off, giving Zuko the opportunity to get to his uncle's side, and in turn, shove you away from him.

“Get off him! You’re always in the way! Arghhhh!”

Haistly scrambling to your feet, you stand beside Sokka, understanding that it’s best you try not to help him right now. Katara, on the other hand, didn’t seem to share those feelings with you.

“Zuko, I can help.”

“LEAVE!” as he strikes towards you and everyone else, you stumbled backwards. Memories of a similar flame being struck towards you by his father felt like something inside you snapped. While not directly hitting you, the heat radiating down upon you caused your head to spin, and vision to blur.

It seemed that despite training with fire for the past three years, the action coming from him sent you down a spiral incomparable to anything else.

i-I can’t... I’m…

The earth bender girl immediately sensing what was happening to you didn’t hesitate, “Sokka! Grab her! Quickly, we need to go to Appa.”

“What?! Why me!”

“Shut up!! Her heart rate is literally through the roof right now. We need to help her! Can’t you see her shaking right in front of you?!”

Finally taking a good look at your trembling form, Sokka was too stunned to move.

Aang immediately agreeing with Toph, nudges him before setting off in the direction of Appa. “Sokka, NOW!”

Snapping out of his panicked, frozen state, he rushes towards you, scooping you up into his arms.

“Oh Spirits, I am so so sorry if I’m invading your personal space right now. Please, I’m so sorry. It’ll only be until we reach Appa, okay? I’m so…”

Fisting the cloth of his shirt, you shake your head. “It’s o-okay.” Pushing your face into his chest, you try to regulate your breathing in time with his heartbeat. Something was so unexplainably comfortable about having someone hold you that all of the memories of Ozai burning you, began to make its way back into the depths of your mind. So comforting, that at some point between the village and Appa, you passed out.

When you awoke again, you were high up in the clouds with the sun high in the air. How long was I out?

Deciding to sit upright, the first thing you see is the Water Tribe siblings and the earth kingdom girl facing you.

At first, you thought Toph was about to speak up, yet it seemed that Katara’s suspicions of you beat her to the punch. “Don’t think of moving too fast or trying anything! You're cornered now.”

Your eyebrows raised at that. “Alright, then. How would you like me?”

Upon, hearing your voice Aang physically perked up, completely beaming that you were awake. Without a second thought, he trusted that Appa would be able to fly for a bit on his own, making his way to all of you.

“I’m so glad that you’re okay! I was really worried about you.” Taking his place next to Katara, you were shocked at the stark contrast between his attitude towards you, and hers. It’s like he genuinely cares. Well… I guess that makes sense considering he’s an Air Nomad. Oh spirits, does this mean he’s going to pay even more attention to me than when we first met?!

“Uh… thanks. I appreciate it, but you really didn’t have to.”

“No, of course I did! Plus, I’m grateful that you helped me out with Azula! It’s the least we could do. Right guys?” Still having his glowing smile, he turns to his friends, and it seemed that the only one who truly looked indifferent with the entire matter was the earth kingdom girl who just nodded.

“Thanks, Toph!” Finally, a name.

Once again, Katara was displeased, “yeah whatever. If she’s going to stay with us, she’s going to have to tell us who she is. Don’t think we didn’t hear what Azula said back there about you. You need to explain what she meant by that. How does she know you, and what do you have to do with the Fire Lord?!”

At those questions, you weren’t too happy either, “I don’t want to stay with you! I just need to leave and find Azula again.”

For the first time since you woke up, Sokka decided to say something. “Why would you ever want to do that?! Why do you keep wanting to go back to her when you keep getting separated?! If you ask me it’s clearly a sign that you should stay away because she’s completely insane! She even knows you followed her and everything, so she’s going to have her guard up.”

“You don’t understand. If I don’t get back to Azula, people are going to get hurt. I’ve literally saved your lives on two occasions just by tailing her. Now, think about all of the people she can harm when no one’s watching. I’m also a threat to all of your destinies by being here.”

Uncomfortable with the tension that’s been building at an alarming rate, Aang moves so that he’s sitting in between you and the other three. “Okay, I understand, but could you please explain why you’re a threat by being here? You need to stay safe too, your life matters just as much as everyone else’s and even though you’ve proven yourself more than capable of protecting yourself, there’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll be safe if you go to her and I can't let you go knowing your life is at risk.”

“Aang, there are always risks. Spirits, all four of you are at risk, but you know that it's for the greater good to end this war.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not the same. We have each other; we look after each other. You don’t have that. Please. You don’t have to tell us everything now. I understand since we’ve only met once before, but I promise no matter what it will all be okay and you can be apart of our team. Our family.”

On that note, you hesitated. A family?

No. The spirits have made it clear enough that a family is not in my cards.

“That sounds great, but I don’t think it’ll work out.”

Sokka lets out a frustrated groan, “What? Of course, it will! I know I’m not your biggest fan, but it's clear you’re just as against the Fire Nation as the rest of us!”

Looking around at all of their faces, you can tell that even though Sokka and mainly Katara, still clearly have their reservations about you, they understand where Aang is coming from. Heck, if it meant that they had another person on their side and against Azula and the Fire Nation, that was already a win. You almost felt guilty when you saw their horrified faces as you revealed the truth.

“It won’t work because I’m the Fire Lords personal assassin.”

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theassthatquits · 3 years

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Blupjeans Week Day 7: Not Letting Go

I couldn’t help myself, I snuck in two references to my other fics that you can read here and here. @blupjeansweek2021

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It was the first cycle, Barry was sitting with Taako and Lup, pouring over their notes on the foreign language they were attempting to learn. Lup was lying across Taako’s lap, her legs swinging absentmindedly in the air while he fiddled with her hair. Across from them, Barry was very focused on the paper he was reading, brow furrowed and muttering to himself.

“Lup, I can’t seem to figure out what this says, will you take a look at it?” Without responding, she held out her arm. He stood up and walked towards her, passing the piece of paper. Neither of them were really looking and she accidentally grabbed his hand before letting go suddenly. Both of them blushed, not noticing the other’s reaction, and they never mentioned it again.

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Three cycles later, they were celebrating that they had retrieved the light. Magnus picked up Taako and spun him around and despite his protests, Taako loved it. Lucrecia hugged Davenport. Lup, standing next to Barry, enveloped him in a hug without thinking. Barry froze, not knowing what to do. He hadn’t had much physical contact in years and he was unsure if he should hug her back. After a few seconds of no movement, he finally started moving his arms around her before she let go of him, embarrassed.

“Sorry, Barold, I forgot you’re not comfortable with physical affection.” She held out her hand for a fist bump.

I am comfortable, I just don’t know how to act around you, Barry thought. But he didn’t say anything, he just fist bumped her in return, accepting her apology with a small smile.

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Over the years Barry got more comfortable with physical affection. The twins were constantly all over one another, hugging, climbing, pulling, and that started to apply to the rest of the crew as well. Every time they were pulled back together by the miracle of the bond engine, they came together in a large 7 person hug. Barry used to dread it, now it was one of his favorite rituals.

This cycle was a particularly weird one. Every week seemed to bring a new holiday and they kept having to learn all of these rules and rituals and Barry was tired of it. He sat in his room on the Starblaster sobbing after a fight with Taako. He had blamed Barry for the reason they were going through this endless apocalypse; he was their science officer, after all.

Lup knocked gently on his door. “Hey, can I come in?”

“Uhh, yeah, sure.” Barry quickly tried to wipe his face and pull himself together, but when their eyes met in the dim light, tears continued streaking down his face.

“Bear,” Lup quietly began. “Please don’t listen to my idiot brother.” She crossed the room and knelt down next to him, taking his hand in hers and stroking his cheek. “It’s not your fault. Please never think it’s your fault.”

“But maybe if I worked harder, I’ve been taking part in all of these events, maybe I should just be staying on the ship and trying to figure out how to stop the Hunger. Taako’s right, I haven’t given enough of myself to this. And last cycle -”

She put a finger on his lips. “Barry,” she was stern now, “what happened last cycle was my fault. I was being careless. You had nothing to do with it.” She took a breath. “I want you to listen to me carefully cause this is the last time I am going to say this: Bear, you are the smartest person on board by far. You have solved problems I could have never fathomed even existed. You are kind, loving, funny, and deserve so much more than what happened at the bonfire tonight. Please don’t ever doubt your place on this crew or how magical your existence is in the world.”

Barry’s throat closed, what was he supposed to say to that? “I - I -” Something inside of him shifted but he couldn’t seem to put it into words. She smiled up at him, kissed his hand gently, and let it go.

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“Relax, Bluejeans. We’re going to be fine.” Lup was lying on her back staring up at the stars, trying to calm Barry down from his anxieties. The two of them plus Magnus set out on a dangerous journey to retrieve the light from some bird-like humanoids that had kept it secreted away in a mountain. Magnus, unfortunately, did not survive the trip. But they had located the light and were going to get it the following day. Barry was sure there was going to be another trap ahead.

“Lup, we’ve seen so many traps this trip. Look at the one that got Magnus.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “We haven’t seen any in days. I don’t think they’re expecting us.”

The following day found Barry hanging from Lup’s hand over an endless chasm. After seconds of unparalleled fear in his eyes, Barry giggled. “What the fuck is so funny, Bluejeans?”

“I just solved an old riddle of mine.”

And then he let go.

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It’s the 47th cycle. Barry and Lup are clutching their hands, fighting back to back. “Babe, we should have been doing this the whole time! This is fucking powerful!” Lup called out, casting a spell and sending another tendril of the Hunger flying away. Barry squeezed her hand in response and looked up to see the Starblaster careening out of view, successfully avoiding the void for another year.

They danced around one another effortlessly, dragging each other to safety, Barry ducking when he needed to so Lup could shoot some flames over him. He tripped and somehow miraculously didn’t bring her down with him and she helped him right back up. Finally, it reached the point where it always does when fighting the Hunger: their inevitable loss. The two of them stood side by side, holding onto one another harder than they had ever before. They turned to look at one another as the white wisps of the bond engine surrounded them, only letting go when there was nothing to hold onto anymore.

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“Mmmmm, come closer,” Barry moaned while half-awake, pulling Lup back towards him. She wanted nothing more than to curl back into his chest, fall back asleep, forget the world. But she couldn’t. All she saw in her dreams were flames. She rolled back into him for a second, to satisfy him enough so he would fall back asleep. When he did, she kissed him gently on his nose, gently pried herself from his arms, and got up from the bed.

Lup gathered her pack, weapons, and her rations. All she had left to do was leave a note. She carefully placed her pre-written letter next to his glasses where he would be sure to see it. This was it. She could still decide to stay, talk it over with him, figure out a plan together. But they had started this mess. They weren’t the Hunger but they sure were bringing about the apocalypse themselves. Lup knew it was wrong, stupid, but some part of her was mad at him for coming up with this plan. It was her idea too, but maybe if they hadn’t been together, their lives so intrinsically combined, they would have come up with something different. This was a journey she had to take alone.

She knelt on the bed next to him, taking his hand in hers and pressing a kiss to his palm.

“I love you, Bear,” she whispered before setting it down and letting him go.

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It had been over ten years since they had held one another, really properly held one another, one of them being in their lich form doesn’t count. Barry grabbed her as she stumbled from her body pod and once she had gathered her bearings she tackled him in a hug. He giggled into her hair and every part of her ached. Hearing him with her ears was so much different in a real body. So much better.

After she put on some clothes she started making her rounds, saying hello to the family she had left with Barry holding her hand tightly as if he was afraid she would slip away again. She couldn’t blame him. The seven of them, plus Angus and Kravitz, spent the entire night eating and drinking, catching each other up on their decade apart. Magnus got trashed and convinced Merle and Angus to sit on his back while he did push-ups. Taako created a mystery for Angus to solve, which he did before he had even set it up but played along anyway.

Finally, after everyone had gone to sleep, it was just Barry and Lup. They hadn’t been apart the entire night, Barry had followed her wherever she went and that made her heart hurt. Her heart. She had a heart now and it could feel the intense love she held for this nerdy, beautiful man. Lup took a step towards him and put her hand on his cheek.

Both of their bodies appeared to be the same age as they were when they left on their mission over a century ago, but she could see in his eyes how much the last decade had aged him. He’s had to live ten years without her, forgetting and remembering her very existence over and over. His heart breaking countless times over the rediscovered loss of his love. And it was her fault. Lup kissed him deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck while he clutched her to him.

She was never letting go again.

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soulwillower · 4 years

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daft pretty boys • stanley barber

(stanley barber x reader)

requested: i again cannot find the requests sorry my inbox is a mess lol 🥴 but shout out to all the anons who said i should write this😌🤘🏼

warnings: underage drinking, underage marijuana use, drunk making out, sexual themes, light choking (eleanor made me do it), idk what else, i do not know what this is and its unedited

[loosely inspired by daft pretty boys by bad suns]

[stanley + reader are aged up 18+ in this.]

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this party was really shaping up to be the lamest thing stanley had partaken in quite some time - not by his standards, of course, but by everyone else's. probably.

nobody was really talking to him, so he wouldn't know. but, he's here because this may be better than anything else he could find himself doing on a saturday night, and he was just drunk enough to not care where he was. so for now, stan's having a fine time people-watching while he sips on a fruit punch and vodka combination that slowly washes away the taste of weed lingering in his throat.

a soft laugh, nothing too out of the ordinary, jolts stan's foggy mind as he swivels his head towards the sound. he barely takes the moment to consider what made him turn at the mere sound of a laugh as he focuses on the figure in the corner.

oh, stanley knows her. y/n y/l/n. upon first glance she seems innocent and naive - she certainly acts like it. upon further inspection, however, stanley briefly yet certainly understands that that exterior lies way to a complex human, a person worth knowing way, way more than any of the sweaty dancing bodies around him. and yet, she's overlooked by nearly every person at this party.

yes, she's talking to charlie hoffman right now but stan realizes with a hiccup and a smirk to himself that he's not quite sure who is more bored of their conversation. and as y/n tosses charlie a smile and quickly darts her mischievous eyes elsewhere, stan can't help but outwardly chuckle.

she's wild and chaotic and confusing and beautiful, and when stanley lays his eyes on her all he can see is a sunrise shrouded in a cloud of mystery. she's wasting her time with all these people. (not that stanley's much different.)

he thinks it's funny; she's so stunning, wearing what she does and acting the way she is, and yet he's not sure what she'd think if he told her that. he's got a sneaking suspicion that she wastes her time with all these people who really don't deserve her, no matter how consciously aware of it she is or is not.

that's what he assumes, at least. stanley usually doesn't feel this way - maybe it's because of the drinks he's had combined with the pre rolled joint he packed and smoked by himself on the way over, or maybe it's just because its you and he's always felt this way, but he feels like a moth drawn to a flame. he can't stop watching, and he can't really get a good read on his own emotions as he does.

ten minutes later, stan's watching you talk to ricky berry. ricky's shrugging and muttering a single sentence to you, sipping on his cup as you tell him about something. stanley cocks a brow as ricky turns and walks away right in the middle of your sentence. and then, god damn it.

stan can't help himself as his feet saunter up to her figure, like a damn pig being led to the slaughter, and he already regrets it as he opens his mouth. "y/n." he says through (what he hopes is) a sly grin.

she turns to eye him, a wary look crossing her face although she smiles. "you've got sunglasses on, stanley." she deadpans in the absence of a greeting. stan inwardly chuckles.

"i sure do." he says, swinging his arms awkwardly. why does stan suddenly feel nervous? she's just so cool, it makes stan nervous. he knows her, though. and she knows him, so what's going on with him?

she's just so gorgeous from far away, and now that he's seeing her up close, he's realized that there is so much potential; she's more than just a beautiful person, and he suddenly sees the mysterious troublemaker maintaining that look of beauty, much like dusk creeping through the sunset on a night sky.

he watches as her eyes swim around the crowd before stopping, and then she tucks a stand of hair behind her ear. he watches, thinking fleetingly how dangerous she is for him.

"i've got to go." she says suddenly, eyes pinning to something behind him.

then she swims past him, locking eyes for one moment before she's gone. he blinks at the blank space that y/n previously occupied.

he was outside by himself when they next found each other - even fifteen minutes later than when they'd last spoke. but then again, stan thinks that when y/n enters a room time stops, so perhaps it had been longer than he thought.

but now, time moves at a normal speed as y/n sizes him up, walking towards where he leans on the retaining wall.

“why are you out here, Stanley?” she asks. he exhales, toe nudging a smidge of dirt and smiling as the smear flicks some pebbles towards her own feet.

“unsure.” he mutters because he’s crossed right now and his brain is so fuzzy that he’s not really sure if he wants her to know why he’s out here.

she hops onto the retaining wall he’s leant on and her bare thighs are splayed right next to his elbow, making him itch to touch her. his eyes trail over the expanse of that skin, taking on the scar right above her knee, the scrape on her calf, all the way to the stretch marks on the inside of her thighs. he has to tear his eyes away as heat rushes through his body.

"everybody else in this town is boring." he mutters with a shrug, taking a drag. she gives him a look. "if you seriously think that, then you're a cliche." she states, huffing. stan lifts a brow. "really? is that why you have so many friends?"

she looks offended, "you're a dick. i don't see you with anyone here either." she grumbles.

stan shrugs, "yeah, but i've accepted it. like i said, people aren't genuine here. it's boring." he'd tried his hardest to get syd and dina to come with him tonight, but they'd refused, stating that they had plans already but would try to come later - but it is later right now. so yeah, he's alone tonight.

she tilts her head, staring at him with those dangerous eyes. "then why aren't you leaving right now? why'd you even come?"

but stan can't say that he wants to find at least someone, because that's lame, so instead he says, "live drama has always been a favorite of mine."

she gives him another dirty look that is so delicious that stan almost melts, "you're such an ass, stanley." but she's got a coy little smile, the kind that hides secrets and promises mischief and so stan shrugs. "maybe i am, but you are too. plus, i'm starting to think you like it."

"how do you know that?" she asks, eyebrow cocked. he shrugs, mind hazy. he mutters, "for the same reason i know i like you. honesty."

she beams at that, eyes still slightly competitive. “i can’t help from speaking my mind.” she agrees and he almost laughs at the sincerity behind her words. it's something stan can relate to, and so he chuckles as he looks at the dirty pavement beneath his feet. "maybe i'm just drunk," she starts and oh, man - nothing good ever starts with that phrase. "but i think people don't give you enough credit."

stan lulls his head to look at her. “they give me too much credit, y/l/n. i’m no mystery.”

she laughs at that; her eyes set on the forest and the wide hills that encompass the two of them. stan looks out too and notices that the clouds are clumped around the trees up on the hill - they look like stagnant wisps of cotton that he used to pick off the balls his grandmother kept in her medicine drawer.

“what about me?” she asks, sounding genuinely curious. stan chuckles lightly at that, flipping himself so his body faces hers, his arms resting next to her hips.

he knows now that falling in love with this girl will inevitably cause damage. but he supposes if he's to fall victim to the ecstasy of love, despite the heartbreak that it usually brings, he'd like for it to be with her.

“you waste your time with them, y/n.” he says, feeling dizzy under her gaze – or under the influence of green he’d smoked and all that liquid courage. all three, most likely. “they’ve got all the time in the world for chasing whoever they want.”

“you know what i need, barber?” you asks in a challenge, and he can’t help the grin that sneaks onto his face when your hands pull his sunglasses from his face.

his eyes are hit with the true light of the night, the two-tone dark that blankets the trees around him and you; he’s suddenly watching as you slip the sunglasses onto your own face which is bathed in artificial orange light from the lamp post near you and the houselights.

you look like a dream in his glasses and it makes him chuckle, unsure how anybody has ever passed you by before.

“i’m just saying i think you’ve got no time to waste with the likes of them.” he says but it doesn’t come out as well as it flowed in his head. It barely makes sense at all, and your head tilts back as you let out a short, clipped laugh.

he smiles

“you’re odd, stanley. i've got a feeling that marijuana is rotting your brain.” she jokes, an alluring smirk enticing stan to lean closer.

her hands are stabilizing herself on the cement bricks in the same way that stan imagines she stabilizes herself to the world - carefree, with a confusing yet alluring smile that bewilders stanley to his wits end.

and her eyes are mischievous as she leans closer to him, close enough that he smells her all around him, a scent that faintly makes him think of running through a forest at midnight and skinny dipping in lakes. the world is shimmering in the orange light that bathes her in a warm glow.

is he in love?

she looks heavenly and he's falling, deeper and deeper and he knows that in a few seconds he's going to say something that'll mess it up because he can't help from speaking his mind. it’s exhilarating as he feels her breath on his lips and he grins, knowing that he’s making the best mistake of his life, and so is she.

he lets out a breath of frustration, tired of her teasing, and then pushes his lips against hers. she blooms under his touch.

her lips are slightly chapped, a stark and welcome contrast to stan's own smooth ones as they move slowly against him. her hand tangles into his hair and he loves the feeling of her against him, his hands sliding up to her hips to tug her closer towards him. her tongue swipes against his bottom lip and he receives it gladly, grinning lightly into her mouth.

she pulls apart with a slight sigh, grinning to him and kissing him again briefly before looking to the sky. he watches her, unable to move as he chuckles lightly, head spinning from the weed and the spiked punch and the taste of her lips. she hums, face red and eyes flittering over the skyline behind him.

her fingers hold his neck, toying with the collar of his cardigan but she looks almost bored. in his hazy mind, he knows he has to prove her wrong.

"you can do better than that, can't you?" she asks with that damn coy smile, and stan can't help but groan lowly as she tugs him closer again.

his lips crash onto hers with much more force this time, his hand sliding up to tug on her hair as he licks into her mouth. she lets out a small whimper as she hooks her legs around his hips, bending her body towards him, pressing up against him. he's enthralled at the feeling of her chest on his, legs wrapped around him and their tongues tangled together in the midnight air.

his hand snakes slowly as she tilts her head, exposing her neck as if she's begging for it desperately - and in his drunk stupor, his hand grips her to steady her head, deepening the angle of his mouth slanted on her, absorbed in the feeling. she moans lowly into his mouth and he pulls back as he realizes that he felt the moan vibrate around his hand more than he heard it.

she's gasping, eyes wide and beautiful as she's watching his with a light blush, his hand wrapped gently around her throat. he can't remember slipping it there, but her small grin and the feeling in the pit of his stomach tells him that neither of them want it to stop.

"oh," she rushes out, eyes on his lips, "that's better." and hes pulling her back to him again hungrily, her hands pulling him closer as her hips buck slightly. he groans into her mouth and his other hand moves to her thigh, squeezing it and relishing in the feeling of the bare skin below his palms.

"stan?!" a voice calls, making him pull away from her, hand falling from her throat to land on her other thigh as he turns to his left, eyes landing on dina and syd, their eyes wide. syd's jaw is dropped and dina's wearing a surprised grin, "hi, y/n." she says in amusement and shock.

"oh, h-hi guys." y/n mutters, a smile on her face even as she flusters. syd waves with her free hand then shoots stan a look.

stan shrugs, "didn't think you were gonna show." he says casually, ignoring the butterflies as y/n's face falls to rest on his shoulder. “we figured you wanted company, but...” syd trails off awkwardly and stan feels y/n huff lightly into his shoulder.

“well, we’re gonna go inside.” dina says, pulling syd by her hand up towards the backdoor to the house.

“oh my god.” y/n mutters as they leave, and stan chuckles, turning back around to her and helping her hop down off the wall.

“who cares?” stan asks with a shrug, an easy smile. he’s just too damn happy and riled up to care. she beams at him, rolling her eyes, “c’mon, where’s your car?” she asks, bending over to pick up his sunglasses that had fallen before tugging his hand into hers.

the wink she sends him as he pulls out his keys has him swooning - she’s getting him into something, for sure.

and as she pulls him into the backseat of his car, he realizes he can’t wait.

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#stanley barber x reader #stanley barber smut #ianowt x reader #another song fic #i didnt read this at all sorry

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Our Sunrise

Vince x Tanya (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope)

Warnings: None

Genre: Romance

Summary: Homes - to some a place of safety, security, warmth and love; to others they pose as the source of their dread. They are suffocating with each day spent within the house’s walls, surrounded by family they can barely stand. In those cases, there’s really only one option to turn to.

Requested: No

It was her idea. She wanted this. He saw the tears in her eyes though, something in her couldn’t bare the thought of leaving her family behind after all. Blood is thicker than water, as they say. But the thought is troubling him, refusing to leave his mind.

“If you could just agree...we wouldn’t still be here, Vince“

Her words rang throughout his head, refusing to let him get any shuteye.

“There will never be a right moment if you keep thinking about it. Just decide a moment and it will be the right one.“

She’s always had a way of getting under his skin - a look, a smile and he would be hooked. What she does to him can only be described as witchcraft. She’s got him under her spell, and he’s not too keen on breaking free from it.

“Every couple has its sunrise and sunset“ She told him once “The joy of the first big step and the joy of its aftermath.“

He didn’t think much of it - he has become to her mind being overtaken by the books of poetry she reads, it’s nothing new - but for some reason that one quote stuck with him. It bugged him later that night, a part of him refusing to let it go. A small flame of wanting lit inside him - the wanting of that first bid step, the sunrise. He knew what she had meant by that...

If he’s being honest with himself, staying in Little Hope isn’t an appealing future for him. Never was. It’s the last and least desired outcome. He has been making plans to leave and make something of himself since he was in his early teenage years. He never saw how he could become something more here, in this small, suffocating town.

He never thought he’d leave before saving up a good amount of money yet here he is now, behind the wheel of his car, his belongings stuffed in suitcases in the trunk on his way to pick up the love of his life from her home so they could count the last seconds of being in this town together. Meanwhile, neither of them have much to rely on - not money, not connections. They’ll only have each other.

That is, of course, if she goes through with the plan she initiated. She planted the seed of the intrusive thought in his mind.

Running away.

It wasn’t even an option prior to her mentioning it. He wasn’t that desperate to leave. Not that he’d be running away from anything or anyone - he doesn’t have anything or anyone. To him it will be rather simple, consider it moving. All he has is going with him anyway. He’s not leaving anything behind, no real family, no memories - the ones that matter are coming along. Such as the first time he met her. Their first official date. The day he met her family. He still chuckles recalling how nervous she had been when it came to him finally meeting her siblings and parents. All those memories are not tied to the place, they are tied to the person - to Tanya, the only element of importance in his life.

* * *

A knock sounds from her window, a faint one, not one that’d be caused by a human’s hand tapping the glass. That’d be impossible anyway, her room is on the second floor of the Clarke house. A sound so faint, it would’ve gone by unnoticed by her if she wasn’t so focused on trying to clear her head. She had spent a long enough period of the late hours swimming in the depths of her troubling thoughts, questioning if any of them were concrete or if they belonged to her at all.

Another knock. Now she can decipher it to be a pebble hitting the glass probably as an attempt to attract her attention. She bites the bait and kicks the covers off, exposing herself to the cold - the pajamas not providing her any warmth whatsoever. She makes her way to the window, hesitantly peering outside without moving the curtains that are thin enough to allow her a peek while conserving her privacy. A wave of relief washes over her at the sight of a familiar car parked by the sidewalk and the figure of her boyfriend standing below her window. Her face lights up with a smile as she pushes the curtains aside and opens the window.

“Good evening.“ He greets her formally, taking a small bow

“A lot better now.“ She replies, resting her elbows on the windowsill, “It’s 2 AM you know?“

His eyes widen with fake shock, “Wait, what? Really? No way!“ Despite their voice being hushed whispers, due to the deafening silence around them, the words are transmitted easily and understandably.

Tanya rolls her eyes playfully, “To the point, please.”

Vince chuckles, motioning to his car that’s parked a further ways down the road from where he usually parks. “You said there’d never be a right moment until I chose one and made it right. So, I did. And don’t tell me I packed my stuff for nothing.”

She is stunned, unable to speak or do anything except look at him for a few moments, contemplating how to react. She’s torn between believing him and the thought of it being a ruse. She doesn’t want to fall for it if it’s the latter.

“Quit messing with me, Vince. Why are you really here?“ She finally settles on saying something along the annoyed lines, hiding the pang of adrenalin that has hit her at the thought of him being serious.

He stands his ground, the smirk still playing at his lips, “I know better thank to joke about something so serious, Tanya. Question is...” he raises an eyebrow at her, “...are you still serious about it?”

Holy shit, he means it. He’s serious.

We’re leaving this hellhole. We’re never coming back. There’ll be a sunrise for us after all.

A sunrise - she never realized how much she wanted one until now that she’s so close to having it. The first big decision: leaving Little Hope.

“Are you gonna pack or are you gonna give me a return ticket?“ Vince’s voice snaps her out of her spiraling thoughts of joy and excitement, reminding her that her future depends on what she’s about to say next. She can go through with it or chicken out. She can’t even see the second as an option.

“Give me fifteen minutes.“ She says, for a moment forgetting to keep her voice down, “Don’t change your mind in the meantime!“ she warns him with a serious frown.

He raises his hands in the air as if surrendering and nods, giving her the closure she needs to step away from the window and get to the task of sweeping all her belongings of importance in a suitcase. Clothes, money, toiletries, etc. She moves around the room, going from the wardrobe to the dresser than to the desks where she stops when her hand automatically reaches for a picture of her and Megan she has next to her reading lamp. She mentally scolds herself for wanting to take all the photos she has with her family - A picture of her, Anthony and Dennis when they were in their pre-teen ages of eight, ten and twelve. A picture of Meghan when she was three, taken soon after she was brought in the family. A picture with Anne on her graduation. And a picture of all of them together - all genuinely happy. She remembers that day well, it sticks out in her memory because of how well behaved everyone was. James was sober. Dennis wasn’t trying to pick fights with her. She was nice to him for a change. This picture was Anthony’s idea of a gift for Anne’s birthday, an idea all siblings happily agreed to.

All these pictures are meaningful to her. She can say whatever she’d like about her family but she knows damn well that they matter to her no matter what they do. But she also knows she’ll love them more at a distance, sticking by them would inevitably make her despise them and she would much rather leave than start hating her own family.

Ignoring the scolding voice telling her not to bring any memories with her, she grabs all the pictures and carefully places them between the clothes in her suitcase to avoid damaging them. She zips it up with a heavy sigh.

It feels insignificant, like she didn’t just back the majority of her life and identity in a suitcase as if she’s not about to leave the rest of it behind, heading into the unknown. She tries not to dwell on that though, forcing herself to stand up and lift the suitcase and get it over with before she talks herself out of it.

Going down the stairs, she repeats to herself she’s doing the right thing for herself. The best thing she could do at the moment. It’s only now that she realizes how hard it is for her to be convinced, but she shakes that thought away.

“Hey.“ She nearly trips on the second to last step when she hears a voice. Tanya stops dead in her tracks, looking down the dark hallway, straining her eyes to see the most they can with no light source other than the little light seeping in from the outside. She finally manages to catch glimpse of the outline of a head peering at her from the doorway to the living room. Once spotted, the body the head’s attached to emerges from the doorway, stepping out in the hall. It’s Megan.

“Megan, what are you doing up so late?“ She narrows her eyes to see her little sister better in the dark, all the while making hopeless attempts to hide the suitcase behind her.

“Where are you going?“ The eleven-year-old girl ignores Tanya’s question, tilting her head to the side while asking one of her own.

“Nowhere. Now go back to bed.“ She says with the strictest tone she can muster though it sounds more like a plea than an order.

Another silhouette comes through the living room doorway, taking a stand next to Megan. “Then what’s that suitcase for?” It’s Anthony. “Be honest, Tanya.”

Even if she could’ve fooled Megan, there’s no way she could lie to Anthony. She’s the closest with him, after all. And she doesn’t know this, but he always had a sneaking suspicion she’d leave. He always knew he’d be helping her pack her bags too. He wants her to be happy and he’s certain she’d do the same for him, knowing it’s what would bring him joy in life.

“I saw Vince outside.“ Anthony takes a step forward, encouraging her to take one as well, “Well, Megan did and she woke me up.”

“I’m sorry...” Tanya mumbles automatically, not really sure what she’s apologizing for.

“Don’t be.” Anthony tells her reassuringly, “It’s what’s best for you. Just....call often, ok?”

Her heart sinks a tiny bit under the weight of his words, tears pricking her eyes. She blinks them away though. “Ok, yeah. I will, I promise.“ She puts the suitcase down pulling her brother in a tight embrace which he returns. Pulling away, she feels arms wrapping around her hips. A look down confirms that it’s Megan. She’s not the hugger type, so this is quite odd, but sweet nonetheless.

Tanya kneels down, giving Megan a proper hug. “Do you have to go?” She hears the little girl whisper hesitantly.

Anthony opens his mouth to say something but the older sister gives him a dismissive wave, “Yes, I’m sorry but I do. But I’ll come back.” She pulls away, holding her little sister gently by the shoulders.

“When?“ the girl persists, her gaze unmoving from Tanya’s eyes. She desperately want to look at Anthony for help but she’s aware this is a battle she needs to carry out on her own.

“Soon.“ She settles on saying indecisively, “And when I do I’ll take you with me. Sounds good?“

To Tanya’s relief Megan nods with a small smile, giving her another hug.

“This is a bizarre-ass family gathering.“ The voice comes from behind them, on the staircase, pulling all their gazes in that direction, “And that’s a large-ass suitcase, Tanya.“

The three siblings are left staring at Dennis speechless. None of them dares speak up, uncertain of what they could even say.

Dennis saves them the trouble, “I saw Vince’s car. He hasn’t parked it as subtly as he thinks he has.“ He chuckles, “You’re going somewhere, huh?“ Tanya nods hesitantly, staying wary of his reaction. “For how long?”

Silence again. Luckily for them, that’s all the answer Dennis needs, “I get it. Ok. Um...” He ponders what to say next, going down the two remaining steps, “I’ll miss having someone to argue with...”

Tanya almost sighs in relief, “You have the four other people, you won’t even notice I’m gone.“

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. Um....“ He seems torn, confused and downright baffled with himself. He doesn’t know why he feels so down to see Tanya leave, he just does. So, for once, he acts on instinct and does something really out of character. He opens his arms for a hug. “Come here.“

Although surprised, Tanya’s more than happy to oblige. It’s the first time they’ve hugged. Her heart aches a tiny bit at the thought of it being their last too.

It doesn’t take long for Dennis to go back to being Dennis, “Now get out of my fucking house.”

She pulls away from him, returning his smile before picking up the suitcase and taking bold steps to close the distance between her and the front door. She stops with her hand on the doorknob, debating weather to turn around and say ‘goodbye’. She decides against it, deeming it too...final? Too much like an ending for her liking. This is a chapter left unfinished but not closed. She just needs to open a new one before finishing this one. So no, a ‘goodbye’ isn’t fitting.

She steps out in the chill of the air, feeling it caress her face as her eyes meet Vince’s. With a brisk pace she crosses the space separating them, dropping the suitcase to give him a hug while on the brink of tearing up.

“Goodbyes are tough. I get it.“ He reassures her in a soft voice, his hand gently smoothing her hair.

“There were no goodbyes.“ She sniffs, “Didn’t make it any less tough though.“

Placing the suitcase in the car’s trunk and settling in the passenger seat, next to Vince, feels so natural yet so new at the same time. Like a breath of fresh air, a breath of hope promising something better ahead. A brighter future. Vince’s firm hold on her hand just strengthens her eagerness to see what that future looks like.

To see what kind of sunset this sunrise will lead them to.

@artlovingbre @sparrow-gg @megandaisy9 @chairtiger

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jonathanvik · 3 years

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Starlight Dream - Chapter 8

“Yes, suffer more!” A girl hiding behind a pillar said, watching her evil plan coming into motion. Emiyo watched from the sidelines expectantly, curious.

Emiyo waited and waited, but still, nobody screamed or howled in pain. She scanned around the packed food court and saw people going about their usual daily lives, laughing and having fun. Everything seemed normal, making Emiyo furrow her brow in confusion.

“Yes! Their suffering is so perfect!” The girl said again, her fairy partner smirking in satisfaction. The girl was a tiny thing, standing shorter than most pre-teen-aged girls. Her hair was bright pink, cut into a quick bob.

“Am I missing something?” Emiyo intensified her search, but found nothing but an average day at the mall.

“I don’t see anyone dead or unconscious.” Nyx flew around, searching for anything out of the ordinary. “It must be so subtle it’s invisible!”

“What, come on!” An annoyed teenage boy with pimples said behind a counter at a burger place. “I just filled that!”

“Hey, what gives? Where’s the ketchup? I’m in a hurry!” A customer said. “My movie starts in ten minutes!”

The boy winced. “Sorry, sir. I’ll get some right away.”

“Victory!” The girl said, her fist pumping upwards.

“Victory in what, exactly?” Emiyo asked behind the girl, who yelped in surprise.

“Emiyo, uh, hi! You aren’t usually out in the field.” Himari said, wearing a nervous grin on her face.

“Yeah, it’s nice to see you!” Liam, her partner, gave a reassuring smile.

“You never answered my question.”

“You know, magical girl stuff!” Himari said. “Causing all the suffering I can.”

Emiyo gestured to the calm food court, her patience thin. “What suffering?”

“Lots of it! We stole all that store’s condiments.” Liam replied. “Remember how annoyed that man was? He might miss the beginning of his movie! Now that employee needs to refill the condiment stand! What a bother, right?”

Himari gave an emphatic nod. “Right! And that worker got yelled at! No one likes that!”

Emiyo fought the urge to rub her temple, feeling a headache coming on. “This is your idea of suffering? Really?! Suffering is having your body crushed and living in never-ending agony. Suffering is losing everyone you’ve ever loved and having nothing to live for. Suffering is living in a nuclear wasteland!”

“That boy seemed pretty miserable to me,” Himari muttered under her breath.

Himari coughed, regaining her confidence. “I think you’re a little confused. I’m actually playing the long game!”

Despite herself, this piqued Emiyo’s interest. Perhaps she’d misjudged the girl?

“Yeah, nuclear wastelands are great and all, but it’s tacky and too easy.” Himari puffed out her chest. “I’m destroying worlds with a thousand cuts!”

“Sorry, what?”

“It’s simple. I’m causing countless small instances of suffering so they’ll build into something greater and more explosive. People will bottle up their frustration until they burst and cause untold havoc!”

Emiyo’s eye twitched. “This is your brilliant plan, really?”

“Totally evil, right?” The girl and her partner gave an emphatic nod.

In her head, Emiyo’s headache intensified. “No wonder the suffering levels in your universes have only increased by .00000000001 percent.”

“I’m playing the long game.”

“For two hundred years?!”

“The very long game.”

You incompetent little! Emiyo wanted to throttle the girl but kept professional calm. An outburst would be unseemly. “If this is the caliber of sector 8’s magical girls, no wonder the suffering levels haven’t increased much.”

Of sector 8’s magical girls, Himari is one of the few remaining who still lived. Emiyo had found the others dead, killed by the rebel. Why didn’t she save Emiyo the trouble and kill Himari too? It’d be so easy!

“Look, I’m currently assessing the entirety of Sector 8. When I get back, your universes’ suffering better increase by at least twenty percent!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll just accelerate my plans somewhat.” Himari pulled out a small vial, smirking. “I plan to put this into the water supply!”

Hope sparked in Emiyo’s heart. Poisoning water was an excellent way to spread fear and panic!

“It makes the water taste funny. Not horrible, but still unpleasant.” Himari said. “It will force people to buy bottled water instead! What a needless expense, right?”

Emiyo put her face into her hands and screamed.

---

Takako howled in pain as her opponent tossed her onto the padded mat.

“Are you okay?” Seina asked, concerned.

“No, it’s fine.” She said, rubbing her bruised arm. Even without her magical girl powers, Seina hit like a truck. Takako returned to her feet, determined to go again. Her pride refused to leave until she’d scored several points against her rival.

“Darn it.” Takako cursed as her back struck the padded floor once again. “I’m much quicker than you. Yet, you keep beating me!” Somehow, the girl seemed more like a wall than a person, deflecting back everything Takako threw against her.

“That’s because you aren’t sticking with what I’ve been teaching you.” Mr. Kiyojiro said. “You always go for the dirty move rather than the practical one.”

“But it’s totally predictable and lame!” Takako waved a dismissive hand. “Not my style at all.”

Seina smiled. “I suppose, but you always leave yourself wide open. You aren’t working on your defense enough.”

Takako turned away. “Whatever. My genius is too brilliant for you to understand.”

Seina sighed, but a slight smile appeared on her lips. “Okay, Maeko. Fine. Want to go again?”

“Always, best out five?”

Despite her best efforts, Seina still won most exchanges, moving with lighting precision. Yet, Takako didn’t mind it. Instead, it only pushed her to work harder. She hadn’t been this excited in decades. Usually, she found her magical girl duties dull, but she enjoyed the challenge Seina presented. The fighting made her feel alive. It’d be a shame when Seina inevitably died in days ahead, but Takako would enjoy her company until then. They chatted as they walked across town, enjoying the scenery. People were working hard to rebuild, invigorated with a new purpose after the vampire’s fall. Despite herself, their grit and determination impressed Takako.

“Is that the new school?” Aiko looked down towards the skeleton of a building from their vantage point.

Seina flinched. “Yes, Lotus High School.”

“No way! The Prime Minister named a school after you?” Aiko beamed with pride.

“Yeah,” Seina replied, with little enthusiasm. “They wanted to call it Kamiyama High School, but I vetoed that idea. And the statue.”

Aiko rolled her eyes. “Please, you deserve some recognition! You saved the world!”

“I guess.” Seina said, still unhappy. Uncle Kenji is adamant I should attend it once it’s finished. Isn’t that the worst, going to a school named after you?”

“Don’t worry, I'll be by your side if anyone bugs you about it.” Aiko puffed out her chest. “Never thought I’d ever attend high school. I’m so looking forward to it. Do you think it’ll be anything like those mangas Maeko likes?”

“I hope so,” Seina said. “Clubs, romance, lunch on the roof, meeting with friends every day. It sounds nice.”

Takako rolled her eyes. The dullest, most ordinary things always infatuated Aiko and Seina. What next? Wanting to attend cram school too? Even thinking about it gave Takako bad memories.

“How about you, Maeko?” Aiko said. “What are you looking forward to in high school?” The two girls looked at her expectantly.

Shows what you know. I’m too old to care about things like high school! She paused, realizing, despite being several hundred years old, she’d never attended high school. Soon, both Seina and Aiko would have a much higher education level than her. Takako had run away from home long before high school age. Not that she cared, of course. Takako was smart enough without it.

“Eh, seems boring if you ask me,” Takako said, not impressed..

“How can you say that after the vampires basically starved us of any education?” Seina said, irritated. “I had to learn basic reading and math in secret! Uncle Kenji had to risk his life to teach me how to add!”

Takako took a step back, surprised by the usually meek girl’s angry outburst. “Okay, okay. Sorry,”

“I’m sorry too.” Seina said.” I lost my temper. It just frustrates me what basic things the vampires denied us. We were just things to them, not even people!”

“I know what you mean,” Aiko said, nodding. “But the vampires can’t stop us now! Humanity can’t be stopped!”

“Right! Oh, I can’t wait for high school to start!” Seina said dreamily. “Mr. Kiyojiro’s tutoring is great, but I want to learn from a real teacher! Uh, no offense, Mr. Kiyojiro.”

“I’m not offended.” Mr. Kiyojiro said, finally joining the conversation. “Teaching from random textbooks is awkward.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not a great teacher.”

“Oh, I don’t mind. Any chance to learn!” Seina replied, trying to reassure her bodyguard and tutor. “You’re doing an excellent job teaching me Japanese. It’s my favorite subject. And I’m not too shabby at English either.”

“Private tutor, you’re lucky. I just wish I could understand half of my lessons.” Aiko rolled her eyes. “Ms. Inouye still hasn’t created a coherent study plan yet.”

“Hey, the adults are working hard to teach you youngsters.” Mr. Kiyojiro said. “A few kinks in the plan aren’t unexpected. You’ve already lost too many years. How can you become proper adults without the proper education?”

“No argument here.” Aiko said, and Seina nodded.

“Sure, but being a proper adult means getting a job and paying taxes and rent.” Takako said, piping in.

Mr. Kiyojiro coughed into his fist. “Well, yes. But, that’s part of growing up. You can’t stay a child forever.”

“Except, Seina will stay a child forever,” Takako said, pointing out the flaw in the bodyguard’s logic.

“Not in my heart. I can get a job anyway!” Seina said, retorting the point.

“You actually want a job?” Takako asked in disbelief. It sounded like such a needless bother. “You’re a magical girl! There’s nothing stopping you from doing whatever you want.”

“Yes, actually,” Seina replied, puffing out her chest. “I’ll still be an adult, even if I appear ten!”

Colten’s eyes lit in awe. “You’re so responsible, Seina!”

Takako snorted. “Stupid if you ask me.”

“Trust me, Maeko,” Seina said. “Being a magical girl isn’t as appealing as it sounds.”

“Whatever. Well, I better get going.” After all that hard training, Takako wanted to gorge herself on shaved ice and watch some anime.

“Later!” Seina and Aiko waved as she left.

“You’re too comfortable with those two,” Lilha said from an alleyway. “You’d almost think you’d become friends.”

“Friends? Not likely.” Takako was too evil and hardhearted for such nonsense.

“Good,” Lilha replied. “Come. There are matters we need to discuss. It won’t be long until we’re ready.”

“You’re acting already? I’ve barely learned anything. Mr. Kiyojirois still teaching us the basics!”

Lilha raised an eyebrow. “Are we meant to wait years while you play with Seina?”

“We are both immortal.” For someone who was ageless, Lilha certainly was impatient. “Is it that important for you to return to your nightmare world?”

“We are vampires. We rule.”

“Okay, but why ban schools? Why make children work 70-hour weeks?” Takako couldn’t resist asking these questions any further.

“The humans needed to know their place. My husband was always adamant about grinding them down as much as possible.”

“Why? Aren’t these policies more likely to cause humanity’s extinction?”

“It wouldn’t get that far. We’d keep them alive. They are our pets.”

“You didn’t answer my question. Why?”

“You’re a magical girl. It’s your job to make people suffer.” Lilha gave her a pointed look, making Takako hesitate. It was true. Why was she caring about this?

“Well?”

“Have you lost your nerve? Don’t you hate Siena as deeply as I do? I’ve seen how she humiliates you. Are you happy always being her inferior?”

Takako stood straighter. “I’m the strongest. Always will be. We will kill Seina.”

“Good. I see no further use in having you train with Seina. You’ve learned enough. I fear you’re getting too cozy with her. It’s time we enact our plan.” Lilha shone with excitement. “By tomorrow, Seina Kamiyama will be dead!”

Takako nodded, realizing her doubts were foolish. This was what they’d agreed upon. She glanced back, watching Seina talking and laughing with her friends without a care in the world. It left a strange bitterness in Takako’s heart. But no, for the sake of the magical girls and Starlight Dream, Seina’s death was necessary. After giving the girl a final look, Takako focused on the task at hand. No more useless doubts or distractions.

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“A day out? Sounds great!” Seina said. Mr. Kiyojiro had given them the day off, and they were debating how to best spend it.

Aiko beamed. “I know this cute little place that’s becoming really popular. It’s super trendy!”

“Clothes shopping?” Colten sighed from his perch on Seina’s head. “Okay.”

Seina patted her fairy friend on the head. “It won’t be long, then we’ll get some ice cream.”

Colten perked up. “Really?”

Aiko snorted in amusement. “You spoil him too much. Yes, I promise it’ll be quick. I haven’t forgotten you, Colten. I have some activities planned for you too. There’s this street performer I heard about that might interest you. He does Kamishibai.”

Colten’s eyes lit in excitement. It also piqued Seina’s interest. Since DVD players and working TVs were still rare, the art form had reemerged on Osaka’s streets to entertain people. Though because of her training, she hadn’t caught one yet. The art form used still pictures accompanied by the performer, who narrates the story. Her fairy partner bounced on her head, unable to contain his excitement, making Seina giggle.

“Kamishibai?” Maeko said, showing genuine interest. “I haven’t seen one of those in forever.” Mr. Kiyojiro nodded in agreement, also genuinely interested.

Seina blinked. “Really? How?” The vampires were strict about punishing anyone who dared defy their edicts. Even singing could get you killed. Maeko’s past was so bizarre. Did her taskmaster even do his job?

Maeko coughed into her fist. “When I was really young. You know, before the vampires.”

Seina nodded, embarrassed by her misunderstanding. Unfortunately, most of her memories before the darkness were scarce and blurry. Worse, they consisted of people she’d rather not consider. Their presence tainted her childhood worse than anything the vampires had done. It sent blazing furious hatred through her and almost brought tears to her eyes. Why had her parents’ betrayal hurt her so much? Despite trying to forget them, thoughts of them returned at random moments, hurting her all over again. Sensing his partner’s distress, Colten rubbed her back, calming her.

“Are you okay?” Maeko said, worried by Seina’s sudden change in mood.

“It’s fine.” Her parents didn’t matter anymore. Besides, she had a new family and they wouldn’t hurt her as they had.

“There’s this ramen stand that recently opened up. I’d like to try. Would you mind having lunch there?” Mr. Kiyojiro said.

“Sounds great. Is there anywhere else you’d like to go?” Seina felt guilty for dragging her bodyguard around town without his input. Was he as bored by girls shopping as Colten was? But Mr. Kiyojiro only waved his hand, indicating his wishes didn’t matter. After some consideration, Seina decided she’d at least allow him to pick where they’d eat supper too.

“I have a suggestion.” Maeko had been quiet throughout the entire conversation, drawing everyone’s attention. “Before going anywhere else, there’s this manga shop nearby I’d like to try. I heard it sells brand new manga. I’m curious if the rumors are true.”

“Sounds fun.” Aiko replied. “It will give Colten something to read while he’s waiting!”

Brand new manga? That sounded interesting. It brought a smile to Seina’s heart. Little by little, humanity was reclaiming their lives. The vampire’s reign was becoming a distant memory.

“Is this the right place?” Aiko glanced around, eying their surroundings with curiosity. They’d entered a part of Osaka that still remained mostly abandoned. The streets were empty, but Seina couldn’t help but feel she was being watched. Yet, when she looked, she spotted no one around. Odd.

“Just down this alley, and we’ll be there,” Maeko said, pointing towards a colorful sign that showed the shop’s name, Shinobu Manga Emporium. Seina peeked down the alley and saw an open door, seeing shelves of colorful manga ready for purchase.

A sense of wrongness overcame Seina, and she stopped her step. The feeling of being watched intensified, but she still couldn’t locate its source. Aiko picked on her anxiety.

“Is something the matter?” Aiko glaced around, a worried expression on her face.

Maeko snorted. “Nothing’s the matter. It’s just a manga shop.”

She gave her bodyguard a meaningful look, and he nodded in agreement. He’d also sensed the prevailing wrongness. “How about we go somewhere else? This place seems kinda sketchy.” Before Maeko could offer a retort, Seina jumped aside as a humongous axe flew towards where her head had been a moment earlier. It flew past and crashed into a nearby building leveling it with a resounding crash.

A large vampire emerged from literally nowhere, brandishing an axe almost larger than his body. “You got lucky. Next time I won't miss.” Several more muscular vampires emerged, surrounding them. Aiko screamed in terror and hid behind Seina.

Maeko rubbed her temple. “Jentin, you idiot! Your eagerness alerted her to the trap. Never mind. We do this the hard way instead!” Much to Seina’s shock, her friend pulled out a brooch similar to hers. “Change Change, Magical Love Genocide Dress Up!”

What the heck was happening? The veil of illusion disappeared, revealing a face she hadn’t expected. “Takako?”

The dark magical girl smirked. “Is it that shocking? Now be a good girl and die.” She pointed her black pistol point-blank towards Seina’s midsection and fired

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