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So I was wondering 👉👈 with Wendy adjusting to Vince being Gone maybe she gets really sick and just misses him but doesn’t want to call but like maybe Jonah comes to check on her and she’s very emotional and he finally calls Vince to talk to her while she is sick or something ? sorry I’m a sucker for their love 🏳️

Hiiii, I LOVED this ask and it was overdue Leo as a caretaker to Wendy, so I did a little switcharoo, I hope you don't mind!

Also this was 🦦's request and someone else's as well!!

This is part 3 of the strep throat fic. Read part 1 here and part 2 here.

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"Are you sure you don't wanna tag along?" Jonah asked with a pout, for the 5th time.

Leo rolled his eyes, stealing another peck and shoving Jon towards the front door of their apartment, "no, it's your sister. She wants to hang out with you-"

"You were invited-"

"Jonah, it's fine. I'm not gonna die one night alone at home," Leo grinned, kissing him again, "I have a lot of reading to catch up on. And don't even worry about dinner, I'm goin to order something in."

Jonah let out a huff, looking conflicted, "Okay... We're going to be back around ten," he grimaced and Leo chuckled, stealing another kiss and shoving him out.

"Get out of here. Have fun with Angie," he rested on the threshold, "love you."

"Love you too," Jonah sighed, fixing his trench coat and walking to the elevator, while Leo crouched down to stop JD from darting out of the front door.

Leo let out a happy sigh as soon as he shut the door, looking forward to his lazy night in. He loved Jonah, but it was good to have some time apart from each other and Leo had many plans to do ten different shades of nothing.

He sprawled on the couch and JD jumped on top of him, butting her head against his chin, "you're so cute," he cooed, scratching the kitten and smooching the top of her head, "the cutest cat ever."

She let out an indignant meow at being squeezed, but didn't pull back at all and Leo happily continued to pester the animal, kissing her all over.

He hadn't been lying, there was a lot of reading to be done and at least two different actions movies he wanted to watch. By the time he finished going through his copy of Copyright Wars, JD was purring like a little engine against his belly, curled up in a way that her fluffy tail was nearly tickling her nose.

Leo lowered the book, opening a smile at the kitten and smoothing a hand down her spine. JD didn't even stir.

He gave up on the double movie idea, since it was already almost 9 o'clock, and instead ordered food, yawning already. Leo sighed, he was getting old, sleepy at 9 PM.

It was 10 already when Leo finished scrapping the bottom of his food container and he stretched on the couch, glancing at his phone briefly. Not a text from Jon, which was good, meant he was actually enjoying himself with Angie.

Deciding he should watch the movie in bed, since he was going to most likely fall asleep through it, Leo got up to go fix the guest room for Angie's stay.

He fully expected it to be Jonah when he heard a phone ringing, so Leo took a second to realize that his own phone was in the pocket of his sweatpants, not ringing.

JD was already inspecting the source of the noise, Jon's phone fallen under the couch, and Leo picked it up without thinking, just wanting to make the noise stop.

"Hi?"

"Jon, can you- Leo?" Wendy interrupted herself and Leo let out a small chuckle, squishing the phone between his shoulder and cheek and getting back to the task of fixing the guest room.

"Jonah forgot his phone home," he entered the guest bathroom to make sure they had extra towels and then jumped at a loud noise, taking a second to realize the rattling cough was coming from the phone, not inside his apartment, "are you alright? That didn't sound good..." He paused against the bathroom door and heard as Wendy wheezed and gasped for air.

"I'm fine," she scoffed, her voice completely shot, "I'm fine, I just-" Wendy didn't sound fine, not even remotely. Not only she sounded terribly sick, and it was probably his fault by being all germy in her apartment, but she sounded sad.

"Is anyone with you?" Leo asked, biting his bottom lip and nervously looking around.

"I don't need a babysitter, I'm fine," Wendy groaned, causing him to sigh.

"Taking that as a no," he ran his fingers nervously through his hair, "alright, you need anything from the pharmacy?"

A small hesitation and he realized this had probably been the reason she called in the first place.

"Wendy?"

"Uhm- More tissues and cough syrup? I'm out," because she had fed him half the bottle.

"On it," Leo turned around and left the bathroom, heading to the kitchen where they kept a notepad to list down groceries and scribbling a note for Jon, "I'm gonna be there in twenty, don't die."

He hung up before she could complain.

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"You look great," Leo said sarcastically, the minute Wendy opened the door of her apartment. She had a blanket wrapped around her as if it was a cape and her face was waxy white, nose all red and raw.

He expected a response, their usual back and forth, but all Leo got was Wendy staring at him drowsily, swaying on the spot. There was a feverish haze to her eyes and she seemed really unsteady on her feet.

"Oookay," Leo cringed, planting his hands on her shoulder, "let's sit down before you collapse."

"Uhm..." Wendy allowed him to guide her back inside and Leo steered her to the living room couch, where she clearly had already set camp. There was a waste basket next to the couch, filled almost to the top with little tissue balls, an empty box of tissues, one of those tacky inspirational water bottles that showed someone's liquid intake for the day, currently stuck on "halfway there!"

Wendy collapsed on the couch and promptly fell back against the cushions, pressing her eyes closed, "what are you doing here...?"

Her voice wasn't above a whisper.

"Can't let you die, I'll never hear the end of it," Leo shrugged, dumping the contents of his paper bag on her coffee table, "when was the last time you took medicine?"

"How'd you get in?" Wendy frowned, confused, and the man paused, raising his eyebrows.

"You just let me in..." he trailed off and planted his hand to Wen's forehead, hissing at the heat, "isn't that just great. Give me your blanket."

"Uhm?" Wendy shivered violently, "no."

"Yes," Leo sighed, "c'mon, you're boiling up," he manhandled the blanket away from her and Wendy let out a pitiful whine, sounding and looking dangerously close to tears.

"I'm cold..." She groaned, frustrated and trying to grab her blanket back, "Leoo..."

"Sorry," he threw the blanket on the armchair, "when did you last take medicine, Wen?"

"I don't know," she sniffled, rubbing at her eyes angrily, "my head is killing me."

"Because you have a raging fever," Leo crouched in front of her, grabbing the brand new thermomether he had purchased and removing it from the plastic case, "under your tongue, c'mon."

Wendy opened her mouth to complain, only to immediately be hit by a terrible, painful coughing fit and Leo jumped to hold her by the shoulders as she folded in half with the coughing.

He could hear her lungs rattling and Leo cringed in sympathy and guilt, sitting next to her and rubbing her back in firm circles. Wendy let out a whimper and reached for the waste basket, as her coughs turned into gags, tears streaming down her face. She gagged fruitlessly over the basket, before finally stopping, panting as if she had ran a marathon. Leo could feel her heart hammering just by touching her.

Deciding he really didn't care if she had taken medicine already or not, Leo reached for the antibiotics that Jonah had fed him when sick. It was in syrup, which he had appreciated immensely because his throat hurt too much to swallow, and Wendy clearly shared this opinion, because she obediently took the dosage off the measuring cup.

"Alright, now-" Leo pushed her to the side, until she was lying against the pillows, and folded her legs as if Wendy was a doll, "lie down and get some rest."

Wendy let out a sigh and curled up, shivering, "Leo, I'm freezing."

"I'm sorry," he pouted, "but you're really, really warm, I don't think you should have a blanket..."

She didn't answer him, only let out a little teary whine and hugged herself, continuing to shiver. It broke his heart, so Leo started rubbing her arm up and down as if to generate warmth.

He assumed the worst was over, as nearly one hour passed without Wendy so much as stirring, so Leo got up to fix up her place. He picked up the tissues that had missed the waste basket, as well as her water bottle and went to dispose of the trash and make her some tea.

Leo was lying against the fridge, waiting for the kettle to whistle, when his phone started to buzz. He glanced at the picture of Jonah, him watching the sunset in Italy, and picked it up, "hey..."

"Hi, I'm going over," Jon sounded worried, "switch places with me."

"No, you're not," Leo sighed, rolling his eyes, "Angie is here, you're gonna stay with your sister and preferably not infect her with this bug. I can handle Wendy..."

There was a second of silence as Jonah clearly tried to argue, but found no fault in his logic. Instead he let out a groan, "how is she?"

"She's got a really high fever, but I fed her some medicine and now she's asleep," Leo shrugged, before he remembered his boyfriend couldn't see him, "it's just strep, she'll live, babe."

"Uhm," Jon didn't sound convinced, "that's a bummer, we were supposed to have lunch with her tomorrow. Angie and I."

Leo felt a flash of jealousy that he wasn't included in those plans, but he quickly pushed it away. It was good that they weren't tied by the hip, he reminded himself.

"Yeah, you'll have to reschedule, there's no way she's going anywhere tomorrow," Leo removed the kettle from the stove, "do you know what her favorite tea is?"

"Lemon and ginger," Jonah answered and Leo could vaguely hear Angelina's voice in the background, cooing over JD.

"How's Angie?"

"She's fine, planning to steal our cat," Jon teased and Leo heard Angie let out an offended gasp at his words, causing him to smile fondly at the interaction.

His smile promptly slipped away as he heard Wendy cough and choke in the living room.

"Gotta go, bye. Love you," Leo said quickly, not waiting for an answer and rushing out of the kitchen. He was a second too late, because just as he was about to circle the couch he heard Wendy's cough turn into gags and then pink liquid covered the front of her hoodie.

She groaned, hiccupping and sobbing, "I'm sorry, I- I don't feel good, I'msorry-"

"Hey," Leo frowned, crouching in front of her and pushing Wendy's short hair away from her mouth. She was still really warm, like the medicine had done nothing at all, "hey, Wen, it's fine. Nothing laundry can't fix, it's okay..."

"Itsssgross," she groaned, her pale face all red, scrunched up as she cried. Big fat tears running down her cheeks, "I'm sorry-"

"It's fine," Leo rolled his eyes, tucking her hair behind the ear, "look at me," he forced their eyes to meet, "you're alright."

She sniffled, "I feel disgusting."

"Shut up," Leo scoffed, grabbing a tissue and wiping her lips and her chin. Wendy didn't say or do anything, looking every bit a kid as he fussed over her, "arms up."

It was more than a little unnerving to not have her sass him. Leo fully expected at least one comment about him removing her hoodie and leaving her just in her bra, but instead Wendy only shivered violently, curling up and coughing again.

"I'm gonna get you a new hoodie," he grabbed the ditched blanket from the armchair and wrapped it around her shoulders, "be right back."

Once she was changed into a new outfit, Wendy curled back up on the couch, sniffling and continuing to cough every five minutes or so. Leo was tired, but he couldn't imagine just how exhausted she was.

"I made you tea, do you wanna try it? Might help your throat," he walked back to the cough with the mug and Wendy shook her head.

"Gonna come back up," she rasped, breaking into a new coughing fit and whimpering, touching her throat, "I want Vin..."

Leo's heart all but broke in a million little pieces. He couldn't help but put himself in her shoes, "how about we facetime him, what do you think?" he suggested despite his better judgment and the fact it was nearly midnight on a school night.

Wendy immediately perked up, before she frowned and shook her head, "gonna bother him," she curled up more, "then he'll break up with me."

He frowned at that, "...What? No, he won't, what the fuck?" Leo rolled his eyes, pushing Wendy's feet on the couch so he could sit next to her and then grabbing his phone, "you're not a bother, you're his girlfriend."

Wendy let out a little scoff at that, sniffling once more and Leo glared at his phone, suddenly feeling a lot more protective than he would've liked.

The phone rang and rang and then suddenly Vince's face appeared. Tired and alarmed, with a glittery star glued to one side of his face and red marks that indicated he had fallen asleep on top of a notebook.

"Leo? Kid, is really late, is everything okay?"

"No," Leo shook his head, "Wen's sick, can you just chat-"

Vince's frown deepened, as he interrupted, "sick? How sick? I can go over-"

"No!" Wendy exclaimed at that, before whimpering when that caused her throat to hurt and starting to cough all over again. Leo rolled his eyes, thumping her back.

"She's got my strep bug," he explained, "you don't have to come over, just talk with her a little, will ya?"

"Yeah, of course," Vince eagerly nodded, rubbing a hand over his face in order to look more awake. Leo passed Wendy the phone and then heard Vin's voice twice as soft as he said, "hey honey, not feeling well?"

"I'm fine," Wendy lied, causing Vince to laugh given her tone wasn't above a raspy whisper, and Leo to snort. He patted Wendy's calf, getting up from the couch.

"I'm gonna get you some more medicine," he whispered, messing Wendy's sweaty bangs and moving away when she tried to slap his hand.

He put away another dosage of the syrup, before heading to Wendy's bedroom and fixing up her pillows, pulling on the blankets as well. Once he returned to the living room, Wen was half asleep lying on her side, giggling as Vince explained why he was covered in glitter.

Leo saw as the man panned the camera, revealing his baby sister passed out on his bad, surrounded by crayons and glitter glue, "I didn't have the heart to wake her up. She was helping me grade the kid's papers."

"Cute," Wendy sniffled, "get a picture for me."

"Of course," Vince yawned, "here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna check with Daniels if he can get my seniors last period tomorrow and I'll go over to be with you, alright?"

"You don't have to do that," Wendy mumbled, rubbing at her forehead, "I'm an adult and Leo is here and-"

"She'd love it," Leo interrupted, "sounds like a great idea."

Because he knew she was lying through her teeth. Wendy's shoulders dropped with visible relief as Vince shrugged in agreement.

"It's not a big deal, honey, Daniels already keeps my seniors half my class anyway, he might as well keep them for the remaining forty minutes too."

"Who's Daniels?" Wendy yawned, smiling and Vince let out a loud huff.

"Some asshole," then his voice softened up, "get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I love you."

"I love you too..." Wendy's eyes were already closed and it came out more like a wheeze. Leo took the phone from her, wordlessly waving to Vince and hanging up.

"Hey," he touched Wendy's arm, "let's move you to bed, c'mon."

"Uhmm?"

"C'mon," Leo pulled her up on her feet and Wendy slumped against him, pressing her feverish forehead to his chest. Once they entered the bedroom, he handed her the medicine, "big gulp."

"It's gonna make me sick," Wendy groaned, barely seeming to be conscious.

"It won't," Leo pushed it in her hand, "and the waste basket is right here and I'll be in the couch, okay? It's gonna be fine."

"You're staying?" Wendy asked, before gulping the medicine down and shuddering at the taste. She curled up under the thin blanket Leo had left on the bed and hugged her pillow.

"Duh," Leo smoothed her hair, "of course."

"Uhm," Wendy hummed, smiling and didn't say anything else until he walked to the door and hit the lights, keeping the hallway light on, "hey Leo?"

"Yeah?"

"You're an ass," she whispered and even in the half dark he could clearly see the smile on her face. Leo smiled back.

"Yeah, well, game recognizes game, Wen. Get some rest," he grinned, leaving her door open and walking to the living room.

#mywriting #sickfic #fever #strep throat #emetophilia #wendy marshall #loooong needed leo helping wendy #🏳️ anon #🦦 anon

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You couldn’t contain your excitement when Saturday rolls around. You’ve been giddy all week, desperately waiting to go to the football game with Yeonjun. You jump out of bed and head straight to your closet, eager to pick out the perfect outfit for the occasion. You start with a pair of light-wash high-waisted jeans, which hug your curves perfectly. You pair them with a cute cropped tank top in a pastel shade of pink, which has a delicate lace trim around the neckline. To complete the look, you slip on a pair of chunky white sneakers and accessorise with a delicate gold necklace and some oversized hoop earrings. You take a quick glance in the mirror and grin - you look cute and stylish, exactly the kind of look you were going for.

As you skip down the stairs, humming a happy tune, your mother looks up from her newspaper and raises an eyebrow. "What's got you in such a good mood this morning?" she asks, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

You grin widely, practically bouncing with excitement. "It's game day, Mum!" you exclaim, practically bursting with anticipation. "I'm going to see Yeonjun play in the football match today!"

Your mother chuckles softly at your enthusiasm, shaking her head in amusement. "Well, I hope he plays well for you," she says, returning to her paper with a smile. “But be careful okay? I don’t want to see your heart again.”

You stop humming and look at your mother, surprised at her sudden caution. "What do you mean?" you ask, slightly confused.

"Well, I just don't want to see you get hurt again," she says, her tone gentle. "I know how much you liked Dongsik, and when that ended, it was hard on you. I just want you to be careful when it comes to boys."

You nod, understanding where she's coming from. "Don't worry, Mum," you reassure her. “Yeonjun and I are just friends for now.” You can't help but wonder why everyone seems to be bringing up Dongsik lately. First, it was Mrs Kim teasing you and Soobin at the café, then Soobin asking if you'll get back together with him, and now your mom reminding you to be careful around Yeonjun because of what happened with Dongsik. You let out a sigh and shake your head, trying to push those thoughts aside. You know that what happened with Dongsik was just a part of the story and that it was all pre-determined by the writer. But still, you can't help but feel a little annoyed that everyone keeps bringing it up.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sudden pinging of your phone. It’s Beomgyu.

“We’re outside, come quick.” He groans, “And get some snacks okay?” Before you could say another word, Beomgyu hangs up. You chuckle to yourself, it was quite typical for Beomgyu to act like this on a Saturday morning.

“Mum, I’m leaving,” You announce, grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

“Okay! Have fun honey.” She shouts back as you exit.

You walk out of your house and see a bright red convertible parked in front of your driveway. It's Cat's car, and you recognize it immediately. Beomgyu is sitting on the passenger seat, scrolling through his phone. You walk over to the car, and Beomgyu looks up and greets you with a lazy smile, “Did you get snacks?” You throw a candy bar at him through the window.

As you step into the car, you're greeted with the sound of Cat's upbeat playlist and the smell of their fruity perfume. Beomgyu grins at you through the rearview mirror. "So, are you ready to see your football prince today?"

You roll your eyes, but you can feel your cheeks starting to flush. "Shut up, Beomgyu. It's not like that."

"Oh, come on, Y/N. We all know you have a crush on him. It's so obvious."

You groan and slump down in your seat. "Can we just go to the game, please?"

Cat chuckles, pulling out of your driveway, "Don't worry, we'll get you to your man in no time." You can feel your face getting even hotter as you look out the window, but a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. You can’t lie, you are quite excited to see Yeonjun play and the fact he invited you himself just adds to it.

As the car pulls up to the football field, you can hear the sounds of the crowd and the excitement in the air. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the field. You can see Yeonjun and the rest of the team warming up on the field, their jerseys glistening under the stadium lights. You can hear the excitement in the air as everyone cheers and screams in support of their team. The smell of freshly cut grass and concession stand food fills your nose as you make your way to your seats.

As you make your way towards the pitch, you notice Taehyun waving at you from the field. You smile and wave back, making your way over to him.

"Hey Y/N," Taehyun greets you with a smile.

“Hi Taehyun,” you reply, returning the smile. “Are you ready for the game?”

"I have a feeling we're going to win today." He laughs, taking a sip from his water.

"Really? Against this super tough team?" you say sceptically.

"Don't worry about it," Taehyun reassures you with a grin. "Yeonjun's got this. He's the main character, remember?"

You roll your eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But even main characters can't win all the time."

Taehyun shrugged, "Hey, I'm just saying. In the manhwa, Yeonjun always comes out on top."

You laughed, "Well, I hope you're right. I don't want to be on the losing team."

"Don't worry, we've got this," Taehyun reassured you with a grin. "Plus, we have some secret weapons up our sleeves."

"Secret weapons?" you questioned, intrigued.

Taehyun smirked, "Yeah, but I can't give away all our secrets. You'll just have to wait and see."

you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around you tightly from behind. "Y/N! You made it!" Yuqi, one of the cheerleaders, exclaims happily. You turn around and smile, returning her hug. "Of course, I wouldn't miss it for anything," you reply.

Yuqi seems surprised to see you with Taehyun, "Oh, I didn't know you two knew each other," she says, looking between you and Taehyun. You nod, "Yeah, we're friends."

Yuqi's eyes light up, "That's great! Maybe you could come cheer with us sometime," she suggests, excitedly.

You chuckle, "I don't think I have the coordination for that, but I'll definitely come watch and cheer from the sidelines."

Yuqi grins, "That works too! Let's hope our team wins today, it's going to be a tough match," she says, her cheerleader spirit shining through.

The piercing sound of the whistle echoes through the field, indicating the match is about the begin. You quickly say your goodbyes and good lucks to Yuqi and Taehyun, making your way off the pitch.

You turn to leave for your seat, but suddenly feel a hand on your wrist. You turn around to see Yeonjun holding onto you with a playful grin on his face.

"Hey, Y/N, are you really going to leave without saying hi to me?" he says, still holding onto your wrist.

You felt a slight blush creep up on your cheeks, “Shouldn’t you be on the pitch Yeonjun?” You retort.

He leans in closer to you, his breath hot on your cheek, still holding onto your wrist, “How am I supposed to play if you don’t wish me luck?”

You turn to see his deep brown eyes, your face dangerously close to his, “Good luck Yeonjun.”

He smiles satisfactorily, letting go of your wrist before running down to the pitch. You feel your heartbeat even faster, in disbelief that something like this even happened. You’ve been dreaming of this for ages.

As you make your way to your seat, you can already feel the knowing gaze of your friends.

"Ooh, Y/N, Yeonjun was totally flirting with you!" Kai giggles, nudging your arm.

Yunjin chimes in, "Just friends my ass."

You roll your eyes at their teasing, but can't help the small smile that creeps onto your face. "Shut up, guys," you playfully retort. "I was just wishing him good luck for the game." Yunjin and Kai stick their tongue out, refusing to believe you.

It doesn’t take long for the game to begin, with a final whistle indicating the game is about to begin. You can feel the excitement in the air, the cheers of the students deafening. The teams are lining up on the field, and you feel a sense of anticipation as you watch the coin toss. Your school wins the toss and chooses to kick off the game. You glance over at Taehyun, who catches your eye and gives you a reassuring smile. It seems like he's not worried at all.

The crowd is roaring, each school's supporters cheering for their team. You can see the sweat on the foreheads of the players on the pitch, their breaths heavy and laboured. It's a tense game, a nail-biter from the very start. The other school seems to be in control, their passes quick and calculated, their movement fluid. But your team is not one to be underestimated. Taehyun is playing defence, using his long legs to keep the opposing team at bay. Haechan and Mark are playing midfield, running up and down the field, creating openings for the forwards to score. You watch in awe as Yeonjun, the star of the team, dribbles the ball past two defenders, his feet moving with expert grace. He passes to Haechan, who makes a swift turn and sends the ball flying towards the goal. But the other team's goalkeeper is quick, diving to save the shot. The game continues, the ball flying back and forth across the field. The opposing team comes close to scoring several times, but your team's defence is impenetrable. Taehyun blocks shots left and right, his body moving like a well-oiled machine.

click

The familiar paralysing feeling of being on stage envelopes you, and in this moment you know that your school is going to win. It's a tense moment as Yeonjun steps up to take it. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as he lines up his shot, his eyes locked on the goal. He takes a deep breath and kicks the ball with expert precision, sending it soaring through the air. It hits the back of the net with a satisfying thud. The crowd erupts in cheers, your team's supporters jumping up and down, hugging each other in excitement. The players on the pitch are screaming, hugging each other in joy.

You’ve won. Your school has finally won. Yeonjun made history today by winning against a school that has never been defeated before. Despite the game sort of being rigged (the writer obviously wanting Yeonjun to win) you can’t help but feel proud of the team.

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“WOAH! Yeonjun was amazing!” Kai exclaims, clapping his hands loudly. Your friends nod in agreement, their faces adorned with wide smiles.

“Yeonjun is such a beast! Did you see that ball control? And the way he angled that shot? He's just too good,” Beomgyu exclaims, grinning ear to ear.

Yunjin and Kai nod in agreement, praising his technique and his ability to take on defenders. They were impressed with how Yeonjun always seemed to be in the right place at the right time, making the right moves and scoring the goals when it mattered the most.

“I mean, just look at the way he moves on the field. It's like he's a step ahead of everyone else,” Kai says.

You smile, happy that your school was able to finally beat the tough opponent. "Yeah, Yeonjun really came through for us."

Beomgyu looks at you teasingly, "And did you notice how he kept looking over at you during the game? You must have really brought him good luck."

“Guys please, you’re reading too much into it.”

Yunjin raises an eyebrow, "Are you sure about that? He seemed pretty smitten with you when he asked you to wish him luck before the game."

Beomgyu playfully nudges you, "Yeah, you never know. You could be the next football superstar's girlfriend." Your friends let out a loud ‘oooooh’, gaining the attention of some other students. Thankfully, Kai was there to rescue you.

Noticing the embarrassment on your face, he links your arm with his, “Let’s go congratulate Taehyun!” You nod quickly, making your way down to the pitch to find Taehyun. You spot him in a crowd surrounded by his teammates, all cheering and congratulating each other on the big win. As you approach him, he notices you and Hyuka and waves.

"Congratulations Taehyun, that was an amazing win!" you exclaim, giving him a big hug.

"Thanks, Y/N," Taehyun smiles. "It was a tough game, but we pulled through in the end."

Kai chimes in, "You were amazing out there! That last save you made was unreal!"

Taehyun looks a little bashful at the praise but still smiles. "Thanks, guys, I couldn't have done it without the team. And Yeonjun's winning goal was just incredible."

Taehyun chuckles modestly, "Thanks guys, but it wasn't just me. Yeonjun scored the winning goal, and Haechan and Mark played amazing defence. It was a team effort."

You nod in agreement, "Definitely. You guys really deserved this win.” From the corner of your eye, you spot Johnny Suh, the captain of the football team making his way towards you with open arms. You can't help but smile as he engulfs you in a warm, tight hug.

"Y/N!" he exclaims as he reaches you, pulling you into a big hug, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground, spinning you around. You can't help but laugh at his enthusiasm, feeling the air getting squeezed out of your lungs.

"Johnny, hey!" you say, patting him on the back. "Great game today, you guys really killed it out there."

Kai chuckles at the sight of Johnny smothering you in a hug. "Hey Johnny, congrats on the win man. Y'all played great out there," he says, giving Johnny a fist bump.

Johnny grins widely and ruffles Kai's hair. "Thanks, dude! It was a tough game, but we pulled through in the end," he says, still holding onto you. "Thank you for introducing me to Yeonjun," he says, his voice filled with gratitude. "He's been a game-changer for our team."

You laugh and shake your head. "I didn't do anything special, Johnny. Yeonjun is just a great player."

Johnny looks at you seriously. "No, Y/N, you don't understand. Before Yeonjun, our team was struggling. We didn't have anyone who could score like he can. He's really made a difference."

Taehyun nods along with Johnny's gratitude and adds his own thoughts. "Yeah, Yeonjun's really helped us a lot. He's a great player and his presence on the field really boosts the team's morale."

As you and Taehyun continue chatting with Johnny, you notice him looking over your shoulder. You turn to see Yeonjun walking towards you, hand in hand with Misun. Johnny grins widely and waves them over. His eyes meet Johnny's as he sees him holding you, and you can feel him looking at the two of you. There's a hint of jealousy in his gaze, but he tries to hide it with a smile.

"Yeonjun, come say hi!" Johnny calls out. Yeonjun flashes a smile at you as he approaches.

"Hey guys, congratulations on the win!" Yeonjun says as he gives Taehyun and Johnny a fist bump.

"Great job out there, man," Johnny says, clapping Yeonjun on the shoulder. "You really brought it home for us."

Yeonjun laughs, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks, Captain. I couldn't have done it without the rest of the team." Misun hides behind his tall frame, silently nodding to the conversation.

“Hi, Misun.” You giving her a soft smile, she looks up from her feet looking at you before muttering a small greeting. You can’t help but look in confusion at Yeonjun and Misun being hand in hand. The last you heard was that he didn’t even invite Misun and here they are together. You try not to get jealous but seeing her fingers interlaced with his brings up an ugly emotion in you. "You guys were all amazing out there," you say, turning your attention to the group. "I'm so proud of all of you."

“Hey guys, celebratory victory party at my house!” Haechan pokes his head into the group, shooting everyone his signature smile. Johnny lets out a loud cheer in agreement, eliciting the rest of the group to join in too.

Johnny turns to you and asks, "Do you need a ride to the party, Y/N?"

You consider his offer for a moment but then decline. "Thanks, Johnny, but I think I'll go with Beomgyu and Cat. They're waiting for me outside."

Johnny gives you a pouty expression, but then shrugs it off with a grin. "Alright, I'll see you there then. Have fun!"

You and Kai jog up to the parking lot where Beomgyu and Cat are already waiting for you. "Hey, sorry for the wait," Kai says as you approach them.

"No worries," Beomgyu says with a smile, “Home or the party?”

“Party definitely!” You exclaim, sliding into the backseat with Hyuka. The air is thick with excitement, and everyone is chatting animatedly about the game and the victory. As you cruise through the darkening streets, the car is filled with the soft glow of streetlights and the occasional burst of laughter. Beomgyu is sitting in the back, telling a funny story about his older brother, while Kai is scrolling through his phone, occasionally showing you all funny memes or videos.

Cat, who is driving, has the radio on low, and the soft hum of music adds to the easy atmosphere. You catch a glimpse of them in the rearview mirror, humming along to the music, tapping their fingers on the steering wheel.

As you pull up to Haechan's house, the sound of thumping music and raucous laughter hits you like a wave. The front lawn is littered with empty beer cans and red Solo cups, and you see a couple of people stumbling around drunkenly. The porch is crowded with partygoers chugging from plastic cups, and you spot Haechan's unmistakable grin as he greets people at the door. You step out of the car, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke hits you, making you feel a little lightheaded. Beomgyu and Cat are already whooping and hollering, ready to join in on the fun, while Kai seems a little hesitant.

As you make your way through the throngs of people, Haechan spots you and waves you over, holding out a red plastic cup filled with some unknown drink. You smile and accept it, knowing that Haechan always makes the best drinks at his parties.

"Y/N, my favourite party guest!" Haechan exclaims, giving you a tight hug.

You laugh and hug him back, feeling grateful for his friendship. "You know I wouldn't miss one of your parties for the world," you reply.

Haechan grins and leads you to the makeshift bar set up in the corner of the room. "I've got something special for you tonight," he says, reaching for a bottle of vodka.

You fall into the sofa watching as he expertly mixes you a drink, adding just the right amount of cranberry juice and lime. You take a sip and savour the taste, feeling the familiar burn of alcohol as it makes its way down your throat.

"Thanks, Haechan," you say, giving him a grateful smile.

"No problem," he replies, his eyes scanning the room for his next victim. Bingo, his eyes meet Yeonjun’s. Haechan grins mischievously as he calls over Yeonjun, who's just arrived at the party. "Yeonjunnie, my man! Come over here, I've got a special drink just for you."

Yeonjun looks slightly hesitant but makes his way over to Haechan and you, cautiously taking a sat next to you. Haechan reaches behind the counter and pulls out a bottle of clear liquid, which he expertly mixes with a few other ingredients.

"This is my secret recipe," Haechan says with a grin as he hands the drink to Yeonjun. "It's guaranteed to get you feeling good in no time."

Yeonjun takes the drink and sniffs it cautiously. "What's in it?" he asks.

Haechan just grins and shakes his head. "It's a secret," he says. "But trust me, it's good."

Yeonjun takes a sip and his eyes widen in surprise. "Wow," he says. "This is really good."

Haechan gives Yeonjun a pat on the back before turning to you. "So, how's the party so far?”

"It's a lot," you say with a laugh, taking a sip of your drink. "I wasn't expecting so many people to be here already."

"Yeah, I kind of went a little overboard with the invites," Haechan admits, shrugging his shoulders. "But it's all good, right?"

You nod, smiling at him. "Of course, it's great. You always throw the best parties."

Haechan grins at the compliment, looking around at all the people dancing and laughing. "I try my best. Speaking of which, have you seen Mark around here anywhere? I need to ask him something."

You shake your head, scanning the crowd. "No, I haven't seen him yet. But I'll let you know if I do."

"Thanks, Y/N," Haechan says, before disappearing back into the party.

You turn back to Yeonjun, taking another sip of your drink. "So, what do you think of the party so far?"

"It's…loud," Yeonjun said with a chuckle, his eyes scanning the crowd as well. "But it looks like everyone's having a good time."

You nodded, following his gaze. "Yeah, Haechan knows how to throw a party. Are you having a good time?"

Yeonjun looked back at you, a small smile on his lips. "I am, now that I'm talking to you." You felt your cheeks heat up a little, unsure if it was him or if it was the crazy drink Haechan made you. “So, what does he put in these drinks anyway?”

“Your guess would be as good as mine.” You laugh, “The most important rule for Haechan’s party is to just accept whatever he gives you.”

“Oh yeah? What are the other rules?” He asks, leaning in closer to you.

You pretend to think for a second, comically tapping your finger against your chin, “Get wasted is definitely.” Yeonjun looks at you intently, listening to every word. “And definitely doing stupid shit like streaking through the neighbourhood. Johnny’s parties, however, now those are on a different level.”

“Aw, where’s my invite?”

“He hasn’t had one in a while, but when he does I’m sure you’ll get an invite.” You answer, taking a small sip from your drink. “Johnny’s parties are INSANE! He’s got his own place so we don’t have to worry about his parents or anything.”

Yeonjun raises a brow, “Johnny’s got his own place?”

You nod, eager to continue, “His apartment is so cool like he has a proper sound system that Jackson gave him so it just takes it to the next level.”

His eyes curiously look into yours as he asks, “Who’s Jackson?”

“Just a guy who used to go here, he graduated a couple of years ago. If you get a chance you should totally go to one of his parties.” You explain, finding yourself remembering all the crazy things that used to happen at Jackson’s parties.

“Hey Y/N, can I ask you something?” Yeonjun says after a moment of silence.

“What is it?” You ask curiously, all your attention focused on him.

“Are you and Johnny a thing?”

You almost spit your drink back, lightly choking on it. “What? No!” You exclaim between coughs. “What made you think that?”

“Just wondering.” He says taking a deep breath, a hint of relief evident in his expression. “You two seem really close."

You can't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, we are. Johnny is one of my closest friends," you say. "But that's all it is, really."

Yeonjun nods, seeming satisfied with your answer. "Got it," he says with a smile. "Well, I'm glad we cleared that up."

You suddenly feel a strange sensation wash over you. It's hard to describe, but you feel like something is off. You try to shake it off and continue your conversation, but the feeling only grows stronger. You excuse yourself from the conversation, telling Yeonjun you need some air. As you step out, you take a deep breath and look up at the night sky. The cool air helps to clear your head a little, but the feeling in your stomach doesn't go away. You fumble with your phone, feeling an overwhelming sense of disorientation and unease. You find yourself looking through your contacts, stopping when you see Soobin’s name. You hesitate for a second, before pressing the call button.

With each passing ring, you find yourself regretting calling him more and more. Just as you were about to hang up, you hear a soft voice from the other side, “Y/N?”

“Soobin.” You breathe out, you find yourself already easing a bit.

“Hey…” Soobin breathes, “Is everything okay?” The concern apparent in his voice. You rarely ever call Soobin, hell this is the first time you’ve ever called Soobin. While you still occasionally see him at school and text him regularly, there’s something different about calling him up. You feel embarrassment course through your body. You just called some boy randomly while being at a party, a boy you’ve never even called before.

“Y/N? You there?”

“I-Yeah, I’m here.” You say, feeling incredibly flustered by the second. Why are you getting embarrassed? This is Soobin, an adorable nerd that sits alone in a corner. You are Y/N L/N, the most popular girl at school, why are you getting embarrassed?

“Are you okay?” He asks again, his tone sharper this time.

“I’m okay, I feel kinda sick.” You find yourself telling him about the weird feeling of dread you’re feeling. He patiently listens, letting you finish before saying anything.

“Is it the drink?” He asks. You shake your head, despite the fact he can’t see you.

“No no, it isn’t the drink. I’m not feeling lightheaded or dazed or anything.. I just feel out of place.” You explain to him. You’ve had Haechan’s strong drink a million times before and you’ve never had this feeling before.

Soobin hesitates for a second before letting out a shallow breath, “Do you want me to come get you?”

“Yes.” You say immediately, surprised by your forwardness.

You can imagine Soobin smiling over the phone, his voice always gets clearer when he’s grinning. “Okay, give me 10 minutes.” You send him Haechan’s address and as you hang up you can’t help but feel a little giddy, your uneasiness disappearing almost entirely.

You should probably tell one of your friends you’re leaving so you don’t worry them. You scan the crowded room, looking for Kai. You spot him in the corner, chatting with a group of people. You make your way through the crowd, sidestepping people who are dancing wildly and bumping into each other.

"Hey, Kai!" You call out, trying to get his attention.

He turns towards you, a mischievous grin on his face. "What's up, Y/N? Bored of Yeonjun already?”

You roll your eyes, smiling in spite of yourself. "I was just letting you know that I'll be leaving soon."

"Leaving already?" Kai's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Who are you leaving with, Yeonjun?"

You shake your head. "No, actually. Soobin is coming to pick me up."

Kai looks confused. "Soobin? Who's that?"

"He's a friend," you say louder, over the music of the party. "We're not super close, but I just needed someone to come get me."

Kai pats your back. "Well, you better get going then. Don't want to keep Soobin waiting."

You nod, feeling grateful for his understanding. "Thanks, Kai. I'll see you later."

Before you turn to leave, Kai calls out your name, looking at you with a playful smile on his lips, “You’re telling me all about this Soobin guy tomorrow.” You nod, smiling sadly knowing that he isn’t going to remember this after the scene changes. You can't help but wonder why you feel so out of place tonight. Maybe it's the fact that Yeonjun seems to be paying more attention to you than usual, or maybe it's just the overwhelming noise and chaos of the party.

As you step outside of Haechan's house, you shiver a little from the cold night air. You glance around, searching for Soobin. A few people stumble past you, laughing and shouting drunkenly. You feel a bit out of place, suddenly wishing you were back inside with your friends.

Just as you start to wonder where Soobin is, you see him walking towards you from down the street. He's wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. You smile in relief as he approaches you.

"Hey," he says, coming to a stop in front of you. "Are you okay?"

You nod, feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah, sorry for calling you out of nowhere. I just needed to get out of there."

Soobin nods understandingly. "Do you want me to drive you home?"

You shake your head again. "No, can we just walk around for a bit? I need some fresh air."

Soobin agrees, and you start walking down the empty street together. You don't know Soobin very well, but you feel oddly comfortable around him. Maybe it's because he's such a good listener, or maybe it's just because he's not part of the usual drama that surrounds your friend group.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," you finally say, breaking the silence.

"It's no big deal," Soobin replies, smiling at you. "I'm just glad I could be here for you."

You smile at his kindness, feeling a weird pang in your chest. "Thanks, Soobin. You're a good friend."

He chuckles. "I try to be. And hey, it's nice to have someone to walk around with at night. It's peaceful, isn't it?"

You nod, taking in the quiet atmosphere around you. "Yeah, it is. I've never really walked around here at night before."

“Let me give you a new experience then,” Soobin says with a smile, his dimples popping out. As you walk alongside Soobin, you can't help but notice how the moonlight reflects off his features. It's like he's lit up by the night sky, like your own personal star.

As the two of you stroll through the night, you approach a convenience store, its run-down exterior dimly lit by a flickering neon sign above. The sign reads "24/7" in bold white letters, the "7" flickering on and off as if the store is on its last legs. As you approach the convenience store, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement.

You turn to Soobin with a grin, "Let's buy some soju and soda! We can mix them together." Soobin looks a little hesitant, but he nods in agreement. The smell of stale cigarettes and cheap beer hits your nose as you walk in. You and Soobin make your way down the narrow aisles, past rows of chips and candy bars, until you reach the refrigerators in the back.

You grab a few bottles of soju, and Soobin grabs a couple of Ramune sodas. As you make your way to the counter, you notice the cashier giving you both a curious look. You wonder if it's because you're buying alcohol or if it's just because you're walking around with Soobin.

"Excuse me," the cashier says in a gruff voice. "Can I see your IDs?"

You both pull out your IDs and hand them over. The cashier studies them for a moment before nodding and ringing up your purchases. You pay with cash and the two of you step outside, the plastic bags rustling in your hands. You notice a small park across the road. It's quiet, and only a few people are sitting on benches, enjoying the cool night breeze. You tug on Soobin's arm, gesturing to the park, and he nods in agreement.

You cross the road and make your way to the park. The streetlights are dim here, casting an eerie glow across the area. The rustling of the leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl is the only sound you hear. You find a bench near a tree and sit down, patting the empty spot next to you for Soobin to sit.

The bench is old and a bit creaky, but it holds your weight just fine. You lean back, resting your head against the trunk of the tree. The moon is high up in the sky, casting a soft, pale glow over the park. It's peaceful here, and you feel a sense of calm wash over you. You reach into the plastic bag and pull out the soju and soda bottles, setting them down on the bench next to you. You open the soda and take a sip, feeling the sweet, bubbly liquid dance on your tongue. Soobin watches you, still unsure of what to do with his drink.

"Here, try it," you say, holding the soda out to him.

Soobin takes the bottle, unsure of how to open it. You show him how to push down the marble in the bottle, releasing the carbonation. He takes a sip and you watch his face light up with delight.

"This is really good!" he exclaims. You laugh and nod, happy that he likes it. The sound of the soda fizzing fills the air as you twist off the cap, the bubbles dancing in the moonlight. You grab two plastic cups from the bag and pour the soda into them, followed by a generous splash of soju. Soobin watches with fascination as the clear liquid mixes with the soda, creating a light pink hue.

Soobin watches you mix the drinks with curiosity, his eyes glinting in the dim light. You hand him a cup and he takes it, his hand shaking slightly.

"Are you nervous?" you ask, taking a sip of your own drink. The sweet and sour taste of the soda mixes with the sharpness of the soju, creating a perfect balance.

"A little bit," Soobin admits, taking a small sip from his cup. He grimaces slightly at the taste but takes another sip nonetheless.

You giggle, finding his reaction adorable. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it," you say, taking another sip of your drink.

He takes a deep breath and admits, "I've never really drank before."

You feel a bit guilty for suggesting that he drink, but you try to reassure him. "It's okay, we don't have to drink if you don't want to. We can just enjoy the park and the night sky."

Soobin seems a bit relieved at your response, but he still takes another sip of the drink. You can tell that he's trying to get used to the taste. "So, what made you call me tonight?" Soobin asks, breaking the comfortable silence between you.

You hesitate for a moment before answering, staring at your drink. "I don't know, I just felt really… off. And I didn't know who else to call."

Soobin nods, understanding. "Well, I'm glad you called me. I'm always here to talk, even if we're not super close."

You turn to Soobin and give him a warm smile. "Thanks for coming out with me tonight, Soobin. I know it's probably not what you were expecting when you woke up to my phone call earlier." You can’t help but feel touched by Soobin’s words. You know you initially started to talk to him so he could help you win over Yeonjun but you can’t help but think you gained something even better.

Soobin chuckles and shakes his head. "It's fine, really. I'm glad I could help you out."

You take a sip of your drink and look out at the park. The moon is shining bright overhead, casting a soft glow over everything around you. It's quiet except for the occasional sound of crickets chirping and leaves rustling in the wind. The alcohol burns down your throat, but it feels good to have something to distract you from the thoughts swirling around in your head. You know you called Soobin to pick you up from the party, but you still can't put into words what you're feeling.

"So, do you want to talk about what happened earlier?" Soobin asks, breaking the silence.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "I don't even know where to start, Soobin. It's just… everything feels so out of control." "What do you mean?" he asks, turning to look at you.

The thoughts from the last couple of months begin to flood your head. Everything, from finding out you live in a manhwa to being the second lead. Nothing seemed real anymore, all your dreams, your friends, your status. It all felt fake, it made you feel like you haven’t accomplished anything in your life. Everything has just been given to you by the writer, but in the end that's all you are. A two-dimensional character that’s meant to stand in the way between the two main characters.

”I don't know how to explain it," you say, feeling that familiar feeling of dread envelope you. "It's like… I feel like I'm not in charge of my own life like everything is predetermined for me. And it's not just like… normal teenage stuff, you know? It's like… bigger than that."

Soobin nods, taking another swig from the bottle. "I get it. Sometimes it feels like everything is just happening to you, and you have no say in it."

"Yes, exactly!" you exclaim, feeling relieved that someone understands.

"So what do you want to do about it?" Soobin asks, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

You let out a bitter laugh. "I don't know if there's anything I can do. It's like… I'm living in a story, and the writer already knows how everything is going to end. I'm just playing my part, you know?"

Soobin looks at you, a frown creasing his forehead. "What do you mean, living in a story?"

You freeze, realising you said too much. "Uh, nothing. Forget I said that." Remembering what Taehyun told you. He specifically told you it’s dangerous to give people consciousness.

Soobin narrows his eyes, sensing that there's something you're not telling him. "Y/N, what's going on? Is there something you're not telling me?"

You look down at your feet, feeling ashamed. "It's just… I can't explain it. It's complicated."

"You don't have to explain everything to me, Y/N. But if something is bothering you, I want to help." Soobin reaches over and takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Do you feel like you're not in control of your own actions?"

"Exactly. Like I'm just following a script. It's like I'm trapped in the stage, and I can't escape." You sigh to yourself. If only he knew. A part of you just wants to tell him, spill the secret, give him consciousness. But you know it’s selfish, you can’t ruin Soobin’s life like that. You can’t take everything from him.

He looks at you with understanding, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

You wish. "No, I don't think so. I just needed to get it off my chest. Thank you for listening, Soobin."

He nods understandingly, staring down at his feet. Suddenly he looks up, his face unreadable. “Y/N, what do you usually do during lunch?”

“At school?” He nods. “Hmmm… I usually hang out in the cafeteria or underneath that big blossom tree.”

“If you aren’t busy one day… maybe we can resume your piano lessons.” You instantly burst into a grin at Soobin’s words.

“YES YES!” You say a bit too loudly, gaining the attention of late-night strollers. Soobin gently laughs at your enthusiasm. As the night sky darkens and the moon shines bright above you, you take a moment to truly look at Soobin. You can't help but notice just how beautiful he is. His sparkly brown eyes glint in the moonlight, and his dyed blond hair falls slightly in his face as he leans back against the park bench. A weird feeling envelops your body.

"Soobin," you say softly, turning to face him. "You know, you're really beautiful."

Soobin's face turns a light shade of pink at your words, and he looks down at his hands in his lap. "Stop it, Y/N," he says, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You laugh, taking another swig from the bottle in your hand. "No, seriously," you say, setting the bottle down on the bench. "I mean it. I've never really noticed before, but you're really attractive."

Soobin looks up at you then, a small smile still on his lips. "Thanks, Y/N," he says, his eyes shining in the moonlight.

The night wears on and the alcohol flows more freely, you begin to feel a warmth spreading through your body. The world seems to slow down and your thoughts become more hazy, the weight of the day's events fading away into a distant memory. The stars above seem to twinkle more brightly, and the sound of the city fades into a gentle background hum.

You begin to feel a warm buzz spread throughout your body. Your head feels light and your limbs feel loose, as if they are no longer under your control. You find yourself giggling at everything Soobin says, even if it's not that funny. Everything seems so much funnier when you're a little tipsy.

You take another sip of your drink, you can't help but feel a sense of ease wash over you. All of the stress and anxiety you've been feeling lately seem to fade away, at least for the moment. You feel carefree and lighthearted as if you don't have a care in the world.

Looking over at Soobin, you feel a sense of contentment. He's still talking, and you find yourself getting lost in the sound of his voice. His features are illuminated by the light of the moon, and you can't help but think just how beautiful he looks. You can't help but admire his features once more. The way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the way his hair falls over his forehead, the way his lips curve upwards in a smile. It's almost as if he's glowing in the soft light of the moon.

In this moment, everything is perfect.

Soobin sways a little as he stands up from the bench, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "It's getting late," he slurs slightly, "we should probably head home."

You nod in agreement, feeling the effects of the alcohol in your system. But as you stand up, the world seems to tilt on its axis and you stumble a bit, grasping onto Soobin's arm for balance.

Soobin chuckles at your stumble. "Do you want to come to my place for the night?" Soobin blushes at his own words, clearing his throat to clarify. “I-I mean it’s late and we’re in no condition to make it to your hous—”

“Sh.” You hush Soobin by placing a finger on his lip, “I know what you mean Soobin, don’t worry.” You say, pulling back, his face turning a deep red.

You and Soobin stumble out of the park and into the quiet streets. The night is chilly, but the alcohol in your system keeps you warm. You cling onto Soobin's arm for support as you make your way to his house. The streetlights cast a warm, golden glow on the pavement, and the stars twinkle in the sky above you.

You start to feel the effects of the alcohol even more strongly. Your feet are aching from the high heels you wore to the party, and you just want to lie down and sleep.

Suddenly, Soobin stops and turns to you. "Do you want me to give you a piggyback ride?" he asks, swaying slightly on his feet.

You look at him sceptically. "Are you sure you can even stand straight, Soobin?"

He grins at you. "I can do it, trust me. Just hop on."

You hesitate for a moment, but the thought of getting off your feet and not having to walk anymore is too tempting. You nod and climb onto Soobin's back, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

You giggle, feeling giddy and lightheaded. "Don't drop me now, Soobin."

"I won't," he says, chuckling. "I've got you."

The walk to Soobin's house seems to go by in a blur as you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and comfortable on his back. The world around you seems to spin as you both stumble your way to his front door, but Soobin manages to get the key in the lock and open it. “Sorry, it’s taking me a bit,” he slurs.

“It’s okay,” you say, leaning against the wall for support.

You and Soobin stumble your way through the dark hallways of his house, giggling uncontrollably as you try to keep quiet. His parents are asleep, and you don't want to wake them up. Soobin's arm is draped around your shoulder as he guides you to his room.

As you make your way up the stairs, Soobin whispers to you, "Be quiet, we don't want to wake up my parents." You nod in agreement and try your best to stifle your giggles.

When you finally reach his bedroom, Soobin gently opens the door and motions for you to enter. You tiptoe inside, taking in the small but cosy room. Soobin closes the door behind him and turns to face you.

"We made it," he whispers, a hint of triumph in his voice.

You nod and smile, still feeling giddy from the alcohol. "Yeah, we did."

Once inside his room, Soobin turns on a lamp on his bedside table. You plop down on his bed, feeling the exhaustion and alcohol-induced dizziness weighing you down.

“Thank you for the ride Soobin.” You express, looking at the tall male.

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiles. Suddenly, he turns around, fumbling through his drawers and pulls out a pair of shorts. He hands them over to you with a goofy smile.

"Here, wear these. You'll be more comfortable than sleeping in those jeans."

You take the shorts from him, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness. As you start to change, you can feel Soobin's eyes on you. You turn around to find him staring at you, his cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol.

"Sorry," he mumbles, looking away. "I'll turn around."

You giggle softly, feeling a little giddy from the alcohol. "It's fine, Soobin. I don't mind."

He turns around anyway, and you quickly change into the shorts. They're a little big on you, but they're soft and comfortable. As you climb into bed, Soobin gets into his side, turning off the lamp on his bedside table. You feel the warmth of the blankets and the softness of the pillows. You turn to your side and face Soobin who is already lying down beside you.

"Can we cuddle?" you ask, your voice soft and slurred from the alcohol.

Soobin hesitates for a moment before nodding shyly. "Sure," he says, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

You move closer to him and nuzzle into his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warmth against your skin. Soobin wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both drift off into a drunken slumber.

After a few moments, you look up at him and notice that he's blushing. "What?" you ask, grinning mischievously.

"Nothing," he mumbles, looking away.

"Come on, Soobin, you can tell me," you tease, poking him in the side.

"It's just…I'm not used to having someone in bed with me like this," he admits, his cheeks growing redder.

You lift your head slightly to look at him and see a hint of nervousness in his expression. Despite being drunk, you can tell that he's being serious. "Really?" you ask, surprised.

Soobin nods slowly. "Yeah, I've never really had anyone over to my house like this before," he says, his voice trailing off. "I hope it's not too weird for you."

You give him a reassuring smile. "No, it's not weird," you say.

"I'm glad you're here," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

You smile sleepily. "Me too."

The only sound that fills the room is your breathing and the rustling of the sheets as you shift slightly. You can feel Soobin's fingers gently tracing small circles on your back, and it sends shivers down your spine. As you nuzzle back into his chest, you feel yourself drift off into a peaceful slumber, the steady beat of Soobin's heart lulling you into a deep sleep.

You slowly start to regain consciousness and realize that you’re in Soobin's bed. The first thing you notice is that you’re lying on your side with your head resting on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. The second thing you notice is the dull throbbing in your head. You groan softly and move your head, trying to ease the pain.

As you do, Soobin stirs beside you, and his arm tightens around you slightly. He mumbles something unintelligible. You try to sit up, but your headache intensifies, so you groan and lie back down.

‘Come on Y/N! You’ve been hungover before. Just make it out of bed.’ You think to yourself, pumping yourself up.

You carefully extricate yourself from his grasp and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing your temples. The headache is almost unbearable and you feel like you've been hit by a truck. You look around the room, trying to figure out what time it is. The sun is shining brightly through the window, telling you that it's well into the morning.

You stand up slowly, trying to steady yourself as the room spins around you. You spot your clothes from last night strewn around the room and hastily put them on. You don't want to overstay your welcome and you're not sure how you feel about what happened between you and Soobin last night.

As you struggle to put on your jeans, you hear Soobin stir beside you. He groans and rubs his head, clearly hungover. He looks at you with a confused expression and starts apologising profusely.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Did I do something last night? I don't remember anything. Did I make you uncomfortable?" he asks, his voice laced with panic.

You pause and look at him, trying to process what he's saying. You realise he's probably worried that something happened between you both while you were drunk.

"No, no, nothing happened," you reassure him. "We just fell asleep cuddling, that's all."

Soobin lets out a sigh of relief and slumps back onto the bed. "Okay, good. I was really worried for a second there," he says.

"It's okay, Soobin. Everyone has their first time drinking too much," you say, smiling reassuringly at him.

He nods, still looking a bit ashamed. "I just hope I didn't make a fool of myself in front of you." Soobin sighs running his hand through his messy hair.

You chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "Don't worry, Soobin. You were just a bit loud and giggly, that's all. It was actually kind of cute."

Soobin smiles back, his face flushing with colour. "Really?"

You finish getting dressed and make your way over to the window, trying to leave without waking up his parents. But Soobin stops you before you can even open it.

"Wait, where are you going?" he asks, sounding a bit hurt.

You turn back to him, surprised by his reaction. "I was just going to head back to my place. I don't want to wake up your parents," you explain, turning back to the window.

As you try to slip through, you feel Soobin's hand on your shoulder, stopping you. "Y/N, please don't leave like this. Let me walk you home," he says, his eyes pleading with you.

“Soobin your parents are gonna freak if they find me with you.” You try to explain, still sitting on the window pane. “I mean I called you late at night, made you sneak out of your house to get wasted with me at the park- and by the way you’ve never even drank so basically I corrupted their son and then we sneaked back into your house completely senseless and we slept in the same bed.”

“Yes, but nothing happened.” As Soobin pleads with you to stay, you couldn't help but think about your ex-boyfriend Dongsik. The memories of sneaking out of his house early in the morning flood your mind. He always made you leave through the window, claiming that his parents wouldn't approve of you sleeping over.

“We know that but they won’t. I mean I wouldn’t believe me.” You ramble, sort of terrified at the idea of getting caught by his parents.

“My parents trust me, I promise they won’t think it’s weird.” He reassures, holding onto your cold hands with his warm ones. You stare into his puppy dog eyes, and that alone is almost enough to make your stay. “Please.”

"Okay, I'll stay," you say, hoping that he won't notice the hesitation in your voice. "But we should probably try to be quiet and not wake your parents up."

Soobin grins in relief and nods vigorously. "Of course! We'll be as quiet as mice. Don't worry, my parents won't mind. They know I'm responsible enough to handle my own hangover."

As you and Soobin walked down the stairs, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Soobin's parents didn't know you were here, and you've never met them before. You could hear the sound of utensils clinking against plates coming from the kitchen as you approached.

Soobin's parents were already sitting at the table, enjoying their breakfast. His mother looked up from her plate and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw you. "Oh, Soobin, you didn't tell us you had a guest," she said.

Soobin rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry, um, this is Y/N. She's a friend from school," he explained.

His father looked up from his newspaper and gave you a small smile. "It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N," he said. "Soobin talks about you a lot."

You felt a small wave of relief wash over you. Soobin had mentioned you to his parents before, so at least they knew who you were. "It's nice to meet you too," you said, returning the smile.

Soobin's mother gestured to the empty chair at the table. "Please, sit down and join us for breakfast," she said warmly.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a little awkward about intruding on their family breakfast. But Soobin's pleading eyes convinced you otherwise. "Thank you, I would love to," you said, taking a seat at the table.

Soobin's mother served you a plate of delicious homemade breakfast. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, making your stomach growl with anticipation. As you took your first bite, Soobin's mother turned to you with a curious smile. "So, Y/N, what did you and Soobin do yesterday?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with interest.

You couldn't help but blush slightly, feeling a bit flustered. You exchanged a quick glance with Soobin, both of you unsure how to answer. After all, the events of last night were a blur due to the effects of the alcohol.

"Um, well, we went out for a walk in the park and had a few drinks," you replied, trying to keep your explanation vague.

Soobin chimed in, eager to divert the attention away from any potentially embarrassing details. "Yeah, we just hung out and talked for a while," he added, his voice slightly shaky.

Soobin's mother nodded understandingly. "That sounds lovely. It's nice to see my son spending time with friends," she said warmly.

"Soobin, you have no idea the things we did back in our younger days," His father chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Your mother and I had our fair share of wild nights."

Soobin’s mother playfully elbowed her husband and added, "Yes, but we always made sure to be responsible and take care of ourselves. As long as you two were safe and didn't put yourselves in danger, we trust your judgment."

You can't help but laugh at their stories and the relaxed atmosphere in the room. Soobin's parents seem to be really chill about the situation, and you feel grateful for that.

After finishing your breakfast, you push your plate away and sit back in your chair, feeling content and full. Soobin turns to you, a happy smile plastered on his face, "Do you need a ride back home? I can drop you off."

You appreciate the kind offer but politely decline, assuring him, "Thank you so much, but it's okay. I'll just call an Uber. It's more convenient for me."

Soobin's mother nods understandingly, her eyes filled with motherly concern. "Alright, dear. Just make sure to take care of yourself. You know you can always ask us for a ride if you need one, right?"

You smile gratefully, touched by her thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Mrs Choi. I'll keep that in mind. You've been so kind."

Soobin's mother waves off your gratitude with a gentle smile. "It's no problem at all, dear. We're always here for Soobin's friends. Just take care and have a safe trip home."

You quickly pull out your phone, typing a quick message to Taehyun, asking him to pick you up. Sure, you could call an Uber but you can’t stand the thought of being alone with your thoughts right now. Especially since you’re still a bit hungover and your head is killing you. Taehyun, almost in an instant texts back with a simple ‘👍’

"Thank you so much for having me over," you say sincerely. "I really appreciate your kindness and welcoming me into your home."

Soobin's parents exchange a knowing glance and his mother responds with a gentle smile, "It was our pleasure, dear. We're always happy to see Soobin spending time with good friends." Soobin's father nods in agreement, adding, "You're welcome here anytime. Don't hesitate to visit again."

You feel a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over you as their words sink in. It's comforting to know that you're not just an unexpected guest but someone who is genuinely welcome.

You feel the vibration of your phone, Taehyun’s message lighting up your phone. ‘I’m here’

“Thank you so much for everything.” You say once again, standing up. “My ride’s here.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Soobin says, quickly getting up too. Soobin’s parents smile at you, giving you a small wave and asking you to visit soon.

“Your parents are so nice.” You tell him as you make your way out of the door.

“I told you they’d be chill about it.” You both laugh in agreement.

“Thank you Soobin.” You say, turning to face him. “For everything.”

He gives you a dimpled smile, his Adam’s apple bobbing like he wants to say something but doesn’t. As Taehyun's car pulls up into Soobin's driveway, you say your final goodbyes to Soobin and thank him for the night. Wanting to maintain a sense of normalcy and not make it obvious that you called Taehyun to pick you up, you open the back door and slide into the spacious backseat of the car. Taehyun turns to you, a playful grin forming on his face.

“Why are you sitting in the back?” Taehyun asks, puzzled as you close the door.

“Oh my god. Drive!” You say, slightly embarrassed, wondering if Soobin recognised Taehyun’s car.

“Alright, alright.” He puts his hands up in defence, starting the car and pulling off Soobin’s driveway. “So…Soobin huh?” He says with a teasing smile.

You groan into your hands. You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.

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gardens-light · 2 years

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The Girl Online

Don't know about you guys. But sometimes watching my old favorites brings back childhood/teen-hood crushes. Raphael and Leonardo. Currently writing ideas for Mickey.

During his down time, Donatello mainly played online games to get away from what felt like a rather lonely existence. The digital world gave him the freedom to mingle with others-in a way, without compromising his family secret. Most of his friendships online was rather short-term, and Donatello didn't mind it. Therefore his long-term friendship with you, came to him as a pleasant surprise.

Hours of gameplay rolled into months. Creating a bond between the pair of you. The cute nicknames and odd flirtatious comments became apart of your regular convocations. But it soon leaded to something more spicy...

Content- Cyber-Intercourse. Male and female masterbation. Courage language. Dildo BJ. Fingering.

"Enemy is right where we want him, Big Boy."

His cheeks darkened to a slight darker shade of green. The nickname always causing him to blush whenever it escaped your voice, and through his headset. A slight chuckle breathed down his microphone, while typing the commands upon his keyboard.

"Shot is lined up, and ready on your command, Baby Girl." A smile tugged at his lips, as your angelic laughter flowed through his ears. Donatello didn't had to see you in person, to know you were blushing.

His chosen Hero lined up their majestic weapon towards the final dungeon master. And with a few clicks of a mouse, the villain's health bar vanished, leaving the NPC body drop to the floor and fade away. Leaving behind rare loot for you and Donatello to pick up, and upgrade your characters.

"Yes!! Totally worth the grooling four hours! Champion's of World of Warcraft! Right here!" the turtle cheered gesturing to himself and his screen.

Your laughter was like a melody through his headset. "I am having a victory sip of Red Bull, right now. And I believe we'll be in an agreement, when I say, that's enough for one night."

Donatello let out a sigh, "yes, in complete agreement. It's like you've read my mind."

Exiting the game and bringing up Discord, the terrapin smile widened, once your features took up his screen.

"So? Any plans for the remaining of this evening?" You asked, while adjusting your hair and re-tying it into a messy bun.

Donatello slouched in his gaming chair, gently swaying around. "No. I mean... there's a few things I should do, but I'm feeling lazy and putting it off till tomorrow."

You unknowingly returned his smile, since on your end all you could see was the terrapin's chosen thumbnail. Only hearing the audio of his voice.

"What things are those?" You asked.

Donatello looked over to his work table, which stood in the middle of his lab. The surface littered with unfinished projects and inventions. "Oh... just a couple of things, my brothers want me to work on. I've been working it straight for the past couple of days, so tonight's distraction was welcomed."

"As always" he quickly added, turning his attention back on the screen.

Your cheeky smile caused him to raise an invisible eyebrow. Your voice changing into a teasing tone, "oh... so you wanted a distraction, Big Boy?"

"U-Um... yeah. Y'know?... Our usual gaming plans..."

As a small amber begun to build in your core. Watching you bite your bottom lip softly, made an unusual feeling spun within Donatello's chest.

"Maybe I could provide another distraction tonight...?"

The terrapin pulled a weak smile, "l-like what, Y/N?"

A flutter build in his chest, as his nerdy heart skipped a beat. His hazel eyes watching your hands slowly slide down the curves of your torso. His gaze widening as your fingers gently curled around the hem of your geeky shirt, and slowly pulled it upwards.

You could hear his deep and unsteady breathes through your Airpods. The low mutters of Donatello whimpering into your ears, as more of your torso became exposed. Pulling off the shirt and carelessly throwing it onto your bedroom floor, Donatello's jaw hung low and opened mouthed.

The sight of you in his colour. A bra adorned with lace, pushed up your cleavage to a stunning view, while the undergarment highlighted the delicate curves of your bust. Giving the terrapin a indeed good view. His breath got stuck in his throat, as you stepped away a little from the montor, but still in view of the camera. A whimper breathed through your Airpods, while you slowly yet teasingly. Took off your silky PJ bottoms, revealing a matching set of mini-briefs, which elegantly showed off the curves of your thighs and behind.

"O-Oh... baby-I-I mean Y/N-"

"You can call me, baby. If you want... Big Boy."

The nickname rolling of your tongue quickly took hold of a whole new feeling for Donatello. A deep green flushed his cheeks, fluttering feeling within his chest butterflied, and rolled into a strong amber within his core. His wide eyes watched you come a little closer to your monitor again, placing your hands a little forward onto your chair as you leaned forward.

Knowing he had a better view of your cleavage, caused your amber within your core to roll into a dim fire.

"I've been wanting to do this for a while." Your flirtatious tone admitted, "having a little... 'fun' between us. Should be the perfect distraction for you. How are you feeling?"

A nervous chuckle escaped into his headset, while a weak smile lingered upon his lips. "M-Me? Oh! Um... a-a little surprised. Nervous. U-Unexpected..."

His voice died down into whimpers of pleasure again. As the act of you playfully foundling with your breasts distracted him. Heavy breathing fogged up his glasses, while a tight sensation begun to build around his crotch.

"Turn your camera on, Donnie"

Your sweet pleading voice, echoing an innocent tone drove his mind into a spin. Looking down at the bulge in his jeans, Donatello's words begun to stumble out of his mouth.

"B-Baby Girl, if you keep doing this... I-I'm afraid of what might follow."

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Your sympathetic tone caught his attention. His eyes watched your posture slowly shift into a less seductive position. The terrapin's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh! No! Never! I-Is this moment unexpected? Yes. Am I a little nervous, but also turned on? Also yes. But you could never make me feel nervous. I-I mean, you're gorgeous!"

Your shy smile caused your blushing cheeks to spread the redness downwards.

"See? Right there! How you tuck a bit of hair behind your ear, whenever you're shy. You have no idea how much I look forward to hearing your voice on our 'game nights.' Or how it never matters, how shit my day goes, all I need is your smile to get me through."

"Donnie-"

"No, I'm serious! Having a girl like you, willing... wanting to do... with a geek like me? Man..."

Your sweet giggle echoed throughout Donatello's headset.

Although he always claimed to not really do well with expressing emotions. Donatello never failed on how to build your confidence, and make you comfortable. You knew he was extremely self-conscious of his appearance. Even the odd photo that he sent you (which you didn't know was digitally altered), only somewhat gave you an mental image of what he looked like. So you didn't want to ruin the moment by trying and convince him of turning on his camera. After all... you were only planning of putting on a show for him...

A cheeky, seductive smile returned to your lips. As you brung your legs up onto the seat of your gaming chair, and knelt against the soft leather. Propping yourself up a little, and adjusting your seating to sit on your feet. With one hand fumbling your breast and the other slowly working it's way down towards your core.

"Hey Baby Girl, what... oh, oh shit."

Your sweet giggles soon turned into whimpers of pleasure. Donatello's cheeks flushed a deeper green, as his wide hazel eyes watched you pleasure yourself. Moans leaving your voice sounded heavenly, as his kaiak jeans begun to feel too tight and restricting his erection.

Your breasts lightly bounced with each moment of your body. Heavy breaths moaned into your earpiece, as your roaming fingers pumped, massaged and slid into your wet entrance. Your hand stopped fumbling your breasts, and moved up towards your collar bone. Feeling your neck and toying with the small golden necklace. Before reaching up towards your lips, and seductively gave your index finger a suttle bite.

Your soft moans and whimpers of his name, caused Donatello's mind to enter a frantic spin. And his pulsing erection pressing tightly against his jeans certainly wasn't helping. His hands gripped onto the armrests' of his gaming chair, nail's digging into the torn fabric.

"Oh Donnie" your inccocent tone whimpered. "Are you just gonna sit there and watch me have all the fun?"

Don't say it! Don't say it! Don't say it!-

"Baby Girl, I want you on your knees!" words stumbled out of his mouth. But it was all that your ambered fire needed to build and burst through your core.

"Oh yea? And do what Donnie?" your teasing voice asked between whimpers.

With his mind clouded and too in the zone to think properly, Donatello's words slowly strung themselves together. "I want you on your knees, and put your mouth over something."

A small giggle escaped your lips, and a small, satisfying squish sound came to the terrapin's ears. As your fingers left your wet sweet spot. Watching you seductively lick off your sent, which dripped down your two fingers. Ripped a heavy sigh from Donatello's lips.

His gaze remained focused on you, as you speechlessly followed his order.

"You want something in my mouth, Donnie? I've got this which should create a nice image for you."

A small chuckle left Donatello's lips, as you held up a rather thick and green dildo.

"Oh yeah, baby. That's certainly gonna create an mental image alright."

Moving his camera close to his keyboard, and tiling the cam onto a lower angle. Donatello swallowed down his nerves before turning his camera online.

As you lowered yourself onto the floor, kneeling against the carpet. Donatello watched your eyes widen a little, as the close up of his crotch area came into view upon your monitor.

"D-Donnie...?"

"P-Please forgive and ignore my appearance right now." His tone temporarily switched to his usual sweet geeky tone. "Right now... I-I just want you to look up at me, while you suck off that dildo."

"Yes Donnie."

Your simple reply was all Donatello needed to fuel his confidence, and unfasten his zipper. Allowing his erection spring through the opening and glisten with pre-cum. Without a word, your lips found their way to the tip of the dildo. Your wide eyes watched the terrapin gently fondle with his balls, as your tongue licked and slid underneith of the dildo's shaft.

With a free hand, Donatello placed a flesh-light at the tip of his cock. Moans slipped into his headset, as the small vibrations of the toy erupted the sparks of excitement throughout his body. After watching you tease the dildo's shaft and tip with your tongue, Donatello slowly pushed his cock into the flesh-light.

His low grunts mixed in with your muffled moans. Moving the toy against him, in time with your mouth around the dildo. The terrapin leaned back into his chair, allowing his eyes to roll into the back of his head. Imaging your mouth sliding up and down his erection.

"Yeah... yeah. Baby Girl. Suck it."

Donatello's eyes fluttered open, as he heard your muffled moans slowly pick up peace. He focused back onto his computer screen, the view before him caused moans to escape from him. This would forever be imprinted in his mind.

From his point of view, he could just see the green dildo. Your plump lips moving around the toy, as your saliva made it glisten underneath your desk lamp. Your tongue gliding, cradling along the bottom of the shaft, each mouth movement ending in a lustful kiss upon the tip. Which you always looked up at your camera, knowing the terrapin had a perfect view.

The flesh-light kept up with your peace, creating a full emerged moment for the pair of you. A wondering hand of yours returned to your soaked entrance, allowing your breasts bounce with each moment as your hips bucked against your hand. Your free hand holding onto the dildo's base, pinning it against your keyboard as you begun to slowly deep throat the toy. The flesh-light glided along Donatello's member, like your lips effortlessly moved against the dildo. His balls became heavy, and knew his climax was building up.

Fireworks and bursting ambers erupted in both of your cores. Soon your moans and whimpers filled the air within your ears. Your mouth moved away from the dildo as you begun to jerk off the toy.

"Donnie! Donnie!"

"Yeah! Yeah! Baby Girl!-"

"Hey Donnie! What are you doing?"

An unexpected voice from the doorway, caused a small yelp to leave Donatello's throat. Quickly tucking himself under his desk, feeling the flesh-light fill with his cum. His hazel eyes darted around his lab, till they landed onto his younger brother.

"M-Mickey! I've told you not to disturb me while I'm in my lab!"

The young sibling raised an invisible brow, "but I heard weird noises coming from your room and I wanted to know if you were ok."

Donatello wiped the droplets of sweat off his brow, while momentarily removing his headset, so your constant moans couldn't distract him from attempting to recompose himself. He'd never been so thankful of placing his P.C set up in the corner of his lab.

"Are you ok...?"

The purpled masked turtle took a few deep breaths before answering his innocent brother.

"Yeah... yeah, Mickey, I'm fine."

"What was with the funny noises?-"

"I-I was playing a game. With ba- Y/N, my online friend. W-We're playing a ah- horror game. Resident Evil!... Eight! Super scary. Sorry for disturbing you Mickey. O-Our gaming session has finished, so I promise you'll won't hear anymore... funny noises."

"Ok! No problem. You didn't disturb me. I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

Donatello pulled a weak smile. "Th-Thanks Mickey... Goodnight."

Donatello counted to five after his brother left his sights. Slowly turning his attention back onto you, whom now was still kneeling against your bedroom floor but covered in the pretend cum from the dildo. Since he tucked himself a little more under his desk, in attempt to hide himself from Mickey. All you could see was Donatello's waist and small bit of his lower abdomen was in your view. He removed the flesh-light from his member, before running a hand over his smooth head, and adjusted his glasses.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N. Y'know... about my brother walking in."

Your sweet laughter assured him that the intimate moment wasn't ruined, as you grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned yourself off.

"It's ok, Donnie. It was quite an expirience. There's no way I'm going to sleep peacefully tonight."

"You're telling me... this is forever imbedded in my memory, and I certainly wouldn't want it any other way."

A shy smile came to your lips, as the towel slowly folded into your lap. "Can we... do this again sometime...?"

"Fuck yes, Baby Girl! And perhaps... maybe in person someday...?"

Your flirtatious wink made Donatello's little geeky heart flutter again.

"I would love that, Big Boy..."

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coffeedrawingandwriting · 9 months

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Apricate (Classic Sans x Leviathan Reader)

Apricate (v) - To bask in the sun

A quick little drabble, just good old fluff in this one!

Also shoutout to the reblogger who mentioned the title so sorry that was a typo- many blessings upon you, thank you!!

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Sans sighed lazily, floating in the waters of the bay. The sun blazed brilliantly from above, and only wispy cloud provided brief shade. He could feel his bones getting whiter under its rays. He felt warm, not oppressively hot like Hotland, but a pleasant warmth that went to down to the bone (he chuckled at the thought).

The water swelled beneath him, rocking him in his pool float, as he gave a lazy wave to the shore where Papyrus was digging a sand castle with Frisk.

But Sans wasn't floating out in the ocean bay for naught.

Something brushed his foot, smooth and rubbery, as another swell lifted him in the air.

"I got to say, I'm impressed by how quietly you move," he chuckled.

A deep chuckle reverberated through the sea, as his bum and feet touched something firm, rising in the air. He was lifted, high on a chest of a creature few had ever seen.

A leviathan smiled at him, long, frilly ear fins waggling in greeting. Four eyes peered at him in glee as the face, semi-human in nature, leaning forward to press lips against his skull, delicate and gentle.

"Hey hun," Sans chuckled, patting the giant mermaid's face. All four pupils rotated to look at him in undisguised delight and adoration.

You purred, picking him up and placing him on the flat of your nose, the skeleton sitting between all four of your eyes as you float on your back, hands easily reaching the bottom of the bay. Your tail lazily splashed in the warm waters, a hand lifted to wave to Papyrus and Frisk on the shore. The two waved back, long used to the giant leviathan, who was so affectionately attached to the punny skeleton.

Once, your presence had scared monster kind, when you had been discovered years ago, but Asgore and Toriel had recognized you for what you were, a descendant of a monster of old. Some would even a distant relative of the Shyren.

You had revealed yourself a year after the monsters had appeared, and Sans had volunteered among others to try and figure out what you were.

And here he was, in love with a being greater than he, in magic and size. And yet you were so gentle with him in a way no else was.

You rumbled, poking him with the blunt of your finger.

"You want to hear a joke?" A noise of affirmation.

"Okay, here goes. How does a beach greet people?"

A tilt of the head in questioning puzzlement.

"It waves," He chortled. It took a moment to register, but once it did, you shook in laughter, mouth opening to revealing two rows of sharp teeth, as large as his skull.

He loved making you laugh, seeing your laughter lines when you did laugh. It was almost always around him, sending a warm feeling to his soul, knowing he could make something so great and beyond comprehension laugh at such a stupid joke.

Your hands dug into the silt of the bay, pulling the two to the shore, as you gently pulled your frame onto the shore, resting your chest on the warm sand with a soft hum, using your second set of arms to place Sans gently on the land. He grinned, sitting on the sand as your head lay gently on the sand, leaning forward to bump your forehead against him.

He pressed his smile to the skin, marveling at the texture and the salty brine.

How he adored you, and you adored him.

Your hand rested gently over him, as your eyes closed, content to cuddle with him among the sand and rocks of the bay, Papyrus and Frisk tiptoeing away to let you two have your time of peace and rest.

Basking in the sun, in the company of the one Sans loved.

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sharkjana · 1 year

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Shinobu🌸

Prompt:Your cuteness is making everyone stare. Stop it.

Pronouns: She/Her

🌸 "Your cuteness is making everyone stare. Stop it." 🌸

A/N: So, first I like to apologize to @doxiyall for making her wait. Work has been hell this week. But now I'm here, ready to post this cute little thing. I must say, I am quite proud of myself. Usually, I have problems with describing soft things. I really hope I did well! Tell me if you liked it!

Have fun!:)

Warnings: None.

Luxury came in form of being at the receiving end of her undivided attention.

(Her rosy lips that spread into this mischievous little grin, and her enchanting eyes that sparkled with hidden mirth as the two of you engaged in friendly chatter.)

(Her body never once facing away from you.)

Wisdom came in form of endless days and nights spent in helping her around the estate.

(The endless number of times in assisting her with finding the cure for the ill and watching over those that needed it the most. To you, she was more than just a Healer. To you, she was more than just a Hashira.)

(To you, she was simply Shinobu. The one constant in your life that you could depend on the most.)

Royalty came in form of her splitting the crowd in two with every step that she took.

(The way fellow slayers bowed down to her and demons ran away from her. A force to be reckoned with. A strong friend but an ever-stronger foe.)

(But to you, she was nothing more but a misunderstood girl that hid behind the facade of that what has been given to her. Carrying the burden of seemingly the whole entire world on her lone shoulders.)

Ambition came in form of her katana, doused in wisteria-based poison and the way she used it to get her point across.

(Once, a long time ago, she believed that happiness would have lasted forever, but instead she realized that it's just as fragile as glass.)

(She vowed to never let it happen again. Come what may. She would be ready this time.)

And then there was peace. It came in form of the many mid-night walks through the magical, wisteria forests around her estate. Where the both of you sat, chatted, laughed and cried, and bared yourself to one another for hours on end. The lazy mornings and the promising evenings.

(It was only during those moments that she finally let down her mask and shared her most intimate moments with you.)

(It was only during those moments that both her mind and soul finally seemed to find one another. And it was only during those moments that she could, truly, let herself be.)

"...luxurious, wise, royal, ambitious and peaceful. To some, those might be simple words without much meaning. But to me, they are so much more." you giggled. "To me, they are what makes you, you. The violet of your silky locks. The alloy of freshly picked lavender, sneaky periwinkle and ripe eggplant that make the amethysts of your eyes."

You let your gaze wander, your cheeks flushed, your eyes bright and your entire body tingling and buzzing with warmth as you tried to put it into words.

Your thoughts and dreams and feelings and-

"(Y/N)-chan..."

It was the tenderness of her voice that did you in.

"...all of those are different scales of purple that I associate with you. Only you. You remind me of the one colour that I love the most."

"I-" you stopped yourself. A desperate look on your face. "All of the purples in this world could never replace the one that I see in you. You are the only shade of purple that I want to see for the rest of my life."

Silence followed your heartfelt words. But instead of growing nervous, you never felt more in place with your feelings than you did now. It was funny, really. What the presence of the one person that you loved the most could do to you.

(And you wouldn't have it any other way.)

It was when the sweet and melodic sound of her airy chuckle reached your ears, the way the mere sound of her voice made a new set of tingles spread through your body, fluttering in the deepest parts of yourself.

"Ara ara~ Your cuteness is making everyone stare, (Y/N). Stop it."

You turned towards the dark, starry night above and the wide and bright moon that witnessed the scene below. A soft giggle escaped you as you leaned back, your hands propped up beside you.

"Shut up. We are the only ones here. And besides-" the smirk on your face grew with each passing moment. "If it's you that is staring at me, I don't care for anyone else."

Shinobu hummed, smiling brightly as she let your words settle in her fragile heart. Forever to be remembered. And forever to be treasured like they were the most precious thing she had ever received.

"The moon looks beautiful tonight..."

(Both of you ignored the way your hearts stopped for a split second, the moment your fingertips touched.)

(Ignoring the way, they seemed to search for each other as if they had a mind of their own.)

(Possessed.)

(To hold on forever.)

(And to never let go of each other.)

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rileysimon1994 · 1 year

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Warnings: mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, Fluff, Angst.

Ghost x reader

Sometimes….life just hits you in ways you can't describe. Sometimes you don't wanna wake up anymore. You just wanna stop fighting because you are so tired of constantly being in a state of survival. Sometimes you wish the voices in your head would stop. Wish that one day these feelings would go away but they just keep coming. You wish that people close to you would stop calling you lazy,.. stop calling you a faker- stop. When will it end? It does end doesn't it? But when.

When…

You lay in bed staring at the off white ceiling into nothing. You woke up again, you wish you wished you hadn't, you wished that some mysterious force had taken you while you were asleep into a peaceful death but here you are again- awake with the bright sun shining in your face. You groan getting out of bed and sluggishly walk to the bathroom. Staring into the mirror you just tell yourself it will get better though you are starting to doubt it will. Turning the faucet on, you stare into the mirror waiting for it to become warm.

"Maybe I should...but what if...will I be missed? Maybe I'll be forgotten….if I do it will the voices end...but what will I miss when I'm gone...what if the feeling is still there in the afterlife...then I will truly never escape…"

Shaking the thoughts away you bring your hands together and let the warm water flow into your hands, splashing the water onto your face then drying it off with the hanging towel by the mirror, You turn the faucet off you turn and grab a small makeup back on the shelf and look back in the mirror. Hair? A mess, in knots and all tangled. Eyes? Lacking every bit of energy and happiness. Face? Bags under the eyes and dark circles from the lack of sleep from the voices plaguing your mind. Opening the bag you grab and pull out a few necessary items for your face:concealer, powder, foundation and a small eye shadow palette.

Staring once more into the mirror you feel the burn of the tears threatening to start showing, your vision becomes blurry as you bite your lip to keep from crying out in misery. Taking in a harsh breath you wipe the tears that fell from your eyes and once again turn the faucet on except you put it on cold and splash your face a few times. Once dry you pick up the container of concealer and place it under your eyes, once applied you reach in and grab a small sponge from the bag and wet it- after ringing out the water from the sponge you blend in the color, you then grab a brush and dip it into the [s/c] powder and apply it on the concealer quickly to avoid it from creasing. You apply a small layer of orange eyeshadow under your eyes then another coat of concealer. You blend it once more to hide the darkness under your eyes but that doesn't mean the darkness held within your eyes left. You grab the bottle of foundation and place it on your face, they say a little goes a long way but it's been a week since you've left the house and now your foundation doesn't match anymore and is a shade too dark. You then blend in the color and the once tired face is replaced with a mask of a refreshen soldier.

Grabbing a brush you comb out all the tangles and knots in your [h/l] [h/c]. You style it in one of the 4 ways of dress code then grab the clean clothes you left in the bathroom for when you went back to the base. Getting dressed would've been easier if you weren't so tired qnd felt like your body was made of rocks. The smallest task felt like an eternity, and felt so difficult to do that you almost gave up. You take a breath in and roll your shoulders back and look in the mirror. The messy look was gone now and you were ready to leave. Getting into your car you sat there inter drivers seat for the moment

"Maybe I should drive off a cliff….they'll just think it was an accident...maybe I should...maybe I should"

You hit your head on the steering wheel in an attempt to block out the voices in your head. Breathing in deeply you start the car and make your way to the base. Recently, Ghost and soap were captured but were rescued after about a month. You were on leave for two weeks because of an injury you obtained when they got captured [which you blame yourself for]. It was always your fault. You're a curse. You aren't supposed to be here…

You arrive at the base and park in your stall, you exit and enter the building making your way to the rec room. You didn't have any work to do yet so you figured you'd go there and "relax". Upon entering you seen a bit of a figure in the kitchen section and peeked over a bit. It was ghost. You bite your lip and quietly sneak past the door way into the rec room and sit on the couch.

"He hates you. He hates you. It's your fault he endured pain. It's your fault he got caught. You should've helped him. You could've helped him. Why are you always such a fuck up"

Had he not screamed your name you may have never snapped out of it.

"[Y/N]!!!!" Ghost yells finally getting your attention. Time to play the part. You smile widely "its good to see you again ghost I hope you recovered well i'm sorry that I messed up I should've listened to you-" your smile fades at the end and you look at the floor. "[Y/N].." He says gently, a finger slides under your chin and makes you look at him. "I'm sorry" is the only words that come to your mind when speaking to him. Even if you didn't do something wrong you felt the need to apologize. Whether someone was mad,upset, scared...you always felt like you were the problem.

You stare at him. "Nothing was your fault. Nothing has ever been your fault. I made the decision along with soap to go into the building. WE made that decision which YOU disagreed with. Us getting caught had nothing to do with you" be says, the words 'we' and 'you' were emphasized loudly and made you jump. All you could do was nod. Ghost sits on the table and pulls you forward a bit, you tense at the cold wet wipe touching against your face and in a quick panic try to move away. Ghost grabs your arm and pulls you to him holding your body against him. "Please don't...I like my makeup today it's very natural.." you say with a nervous laugh

"No more [y/n]...no more."

Ghost begins to wipe away all the makeup easily. Soon the once natural refreshing look is replaced by the tired and defeated face of someone who's been fighting everyday and just trying to make it to the end of the week. The burning feeling once again is felt in your eyes, the whites of your eyes slowly turn pink as you fight back the tears which inevitably fall down your face. For months you've been hiding how tired you've been. For months you screamed in your head for help. For months you cried yourself to sleep. For months you've only thought the worst. Ghost sets the dirty wipe aside and gently reaches his hands to touch your face..hot tears streaming down the now pale skin, the dark circles are more prominent as your eyes begin to become puffy.

"Look at me [y/n]..."

His voice is gentle, his hands leave your fave gently wiping tears and his arms wrap around your waist as he holds you close he Gently turns sitting on the couch and pulls you into his lap. Your breathing becomes heavy and ragged. You're trying so hard not to cry, but you're overwhelmed. "I see you...you're tired..not just physically. You've been on survival mode for so long and keep putting on such a happy face for everyone here- no more. Talk to us. Talk to me..we won't always know when you are hurting. But we will be here to listen..to hold you and to help you." His voice is soft and just above a whisper like it's a secret for only you to hear. You can no longer hold back the tears and choke out a sob. You cling to him like he was your life line and cry into his shoulder, his arms hold you tighter as he holds you in a tight embrace. You can feel all your energy going, all the sadness you've been holding in pours out into each tear you shed. You can hear his voice become broken "I swear to God [y/n] what are you thinking...we are here for you even when it feels like we aren't. We love you so much. I love you so much. I know these feelings keep coming back and I know it feels like a never ending battle but with all of us here we will fight it with you…" he says holding your frame and all you can do is cry. The feeling of emptiness, the feeling of being alone are slowly leaving your body- the body that felt so drained of life..he stands up while holding you and walks to his room, upon reaching the door he twists the silver know and proceeds to enter his room. He still holds you as he pulls back the covers of the bed, he kicks off his shoes and sets you down. He pulls his shirt up and over his head, and set it down. He pulls your shoes off then looks at you "I'm going to undress you alright? Not to do anything to you but to make you feel comfortable. You aren't working today understand?" He says, all you could do is nod- from the months of your brain being on survival mode you can feel the last of your energy depleting.

Ghost strips you of your clothes then places the shirt he was just wearing over your head. The shirts is 3 sizes too big and stops at your mid thighs, ghost slides into the bed next to you and pulls you too him. "Sleep. You deserve it...you fought for so long….you kept the mask of pain hidden and a fake smile on your face for years….you deserve to rest...your work will still be there but your mind will only drift further into a messy sea if you don't rest...the work...the planning...all of it will be there still...it's something that is do able and replaceable...you aren't. Nothing can replace you. No one can replace you. Everything can wait….just rest…" he says quietly as you shut your eyes. "Just rest…" was the last thing you heard before you slipped into a calming sleep.

Ghost gently runs a hand through your hair, he never told you how he knew you were hiding your true emotions. He wasn't sure how to put it either. Truth be told when they were caught their captures had threatened their team. Including you. They pulled up surveillance of each individuals home. For a month they watched as you screamed and cried, watched as you lay there in bed staring at the empty ceiling feeling the life drain from your body. They watched as you barely ate, barely showered or changed even after you left the hospital. But the one thing that hurt the most is when they seen how you faked being happy. Faked a smile to make someone laugh. Faked that you were OK because you were scared to bug someone with your feelings and issues because you felt they were already burdened by your presence. But you still fought. You still woke up. You were still there. So when soap was watching you from afar as you left your apartment it pained him to watch you suffering, watch you hit your head against the wheel and sit there trying to force your feelings down. But you still were here with them.

You were still here.

Still fighting.

Still trying.

Ghost pulled his mask off to gently kiss your forehead and laid his head back on his pillow. He turned his head to face you as you slept and smiled.

"I'm proud of you for still being here...all we can ask of you is to try your best..even if it's something small.. celebrate that one small thing because even when you were so drained and dull..fighting against everything against you when you were stuck in survival mode....you still did it. You fought against every negative thought you had and still made it out on top. You may not be where you wanted to be today whether it was with your work or your life [y/n]...buy you still made it and that's a very big accomplishment you've done...just keep fighting and every morning you wake up, you tell yourself good job….because you very well indeed did a good job by not giving in or giving up...and we are so proud of you for fighting...now you deserve some rest...we love you [y/n]. Always have and always will" ghost whispers as he closes his eyes and falls asleep

#ghost x reader #fluff #modern warfare #simon riley #soap #price #gaz #fanfic

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just-a-draco-girly · 7 years

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The Secret - Chapter Seven

CW: swearing

I am awoken by shouting and the bickering of hormonal teenage girls. It's Yule Ball day. Great. Groaning, I stretch lazily under my blue silk quilt and bury my face in Merlin's soft fur as I pet him, feeling purrs emanate from his fluffy form.

"Get up, lazy bones! I know you're awake" Charlotte exclaims, jumping on to my bed and scaring Merlin. He lets out a low growl before jumping off of the bed and scurrying to the other side of the dormitory. I glare at Charlotte, quickly pulling my quilt off of me and standing up.

"Why'd you do that? You know that Merlin's easily startled" I sigh, straightening my quilt before sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Yawning loudly, I stretch slowly and bend down to place my slippers on my feet.

"You told me to wake you up early" She speaks, feigning innocence and holding her hands up in defence. I roll my eyes and stand up once more, shuffling over to the door. "Where are you going?" She calls after me, hurriedly standing up and walking over to me.

"To breakfast" I reply. A low rumble emanates from my stomach. Her eyes widen in realization and I turn to walk down the stairs with her following me. We quickly walk through the common room and clamber through the portrait hole into the cold stone corridor. I tighten my dressing gown slightly and continue to walk down the corridor.

We chatter about nothing until we reach the Great Hall and locate seats at the Ravenclaw table. I'm about to plate myself some food when Cho Chang, a fellow Ravenclaw in our year, abruptly interrupts me by sitting opposite us.

"Is it true that you're going to the Yule Ball with Draco Malfoy?" She questions in a hushed tone, as she starts placing some beans and toast on her own plate. I nod slowly, slightly in shock. It's not that I'm not friends with Cho it's just that we rarely talk anymore. Cho, Charlie and I were an inseparable group until halfway through third year when she just stopped hanging around with us as much and started dating my brother. Nowadays we rarely see her even in the common room or dormitory. "Wow!" She smiles, tucking into her food. "I mean, I knew you liked him but I didn't know you guys were dating now" Cho adds, through a mouthful of toast.

"Um... we're not dating" I reply, placing a croissant and two crumpets on my plate. Cho's brown eyes widen as she looks at me.

"Well, not yet but if I get my way they'll be together by Christmas. Anyway... Cho, aren't you going with Toria's big brother, Cedric?" Charlie pipes up, elbowing me in the side. I grimace slightly, almost choking on the piece of croissant in my mouth, as I'm reminded of the fact. Cho's face instantly turns a shade of puce. We both stare at her and she fumbles with her words, only a few ums and errs escaping her mouth.

"You know, it's chill. Date my big brother. He's quite a catch. Just don't ghost me and Charlie, and then come back trying to act all buddy-buddy, okay?" I raise a single eyebrow at her, as she continues to almost choke on her words. Probably sensing that her presence isn't particularly wanted, she quickly grabs her plate and makes an exit.

"Damn... Toria, that was ice cold" Charlie speaks through a mouthful of granola. I shrug, listlessly eating another croissant and staring into space. "Draco's staring at you again" She squeals in delight, causing my eyes to flick up instantly and land on the blonde sat on the other side of the hall. His hair is messy and unbrushed, his eyes still full of sleep and he's wearing grey plaid pyjamas. How does he look this good so effortlessly? I smile, waving timidly at him. A grin instantly etches itself onto his lips and he waves back, before grabbing a piece of parchment from the table and quickly folding it. He picks it up and blows what looks like a paper bird. It soars over the tables, catching the attention of nearly every student and teacher, before landing on my lap.

Hurriedly, I pick it up and put it in my dressing gown pocket before Charlie can take it. She whines about wanting to see it whilst I finish my breakfast. I assure her that once I've read it I'll let her dissect every word of it. Once I've finished my food, I hurry out of the Great Hall and find an empty corridor. Leaning against the wall, I pull the paper bird out of my pocket and slowly open it to reveal Draco's scrawl.

Meet me at the bottom of the Grand Staircase at 6:30pm. I'll be the handsome blonde in dress robes.

Draco P.s you look beautiful.

A smile spreads itself across my lips as my eyes scan over the words. I clutch the piece of parchment to my chest, happily. Just as I refold it and put it back in my pocket, hands cover my eyes, restricting my eyesight.

"Guess who?" Draco's deep, velvet voice gives him away instantly and a stray giggle escapes my lips.

"Is it by any chance Drakeypoo?" I laugh, when his hands drop from my eyes and I turn to face him. He smiles gently down at me, running a hand through his tousled silver locks.

"Congratulations. 100 points to Ravenclaw for your use of wit, Miss Diggory" He chuckles at his own joke, clapping his hands.

"I deserve those points for putting up with you for the past decade and a half" I respond, watching him for a reaction. His eyes widen before he cracks into loud laughter. I hurriedly shush him. "Shhh, Draco. Somebody will hear you" I whisper.

"What? Do you think a teacher will reprimand us for this?" He asks, gesturing at the situation.

"Well... no, but there's been rumours going around about us and I don't really want to add to them" I reply, twirling a strand of hair with my hand nervously.

"What rumours?" He questions, slowly stepping closer to me. My cheeks flush slightly as he towers in front of me.

"That we're dating and stuff" I mumble, dropping my gaze to my feet and steadily stepping backwards as he continues to near me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that" He teases, chuckling lowly. My back hits the wall and he's still inching towards me.

"Draco, we both know you heard me" I retort, sassily. He's right in front of me now. I try to sidestep away from him, but he places both of his arms on either side of me, blocking my chance of escape. I glance up at him, only now noticing that his face is mere centimetres from mine. I swallow nervously, blushing so heavily that it feels like my face is on fire.

"Well, let them talk. Who cares what people think?" He asks, bluntly. His warm breath cascading over my heated cheek.

"You don't have to deal with teenage girls giving you death threats and saying nasty things about you" I speak, lowering my eyes to the floor. Draco's hand gently lifts my chin up so that my eyes are level with his. My brown eyes meet his blue orbs hesitantly.

"I won't let anyone hurt you, understood?" He speaks, confidently. His voice strong and determined. I nod in response and his lips quirk up into a crooked half smile. His tongue glides over his plump bottom lip and he slowly leans in. My heart beat picks up and I can hear it beating loudly in my ears, almost deafening me. His lips ghost over mine. My breath catches in my throat.

"Mr Malfoy! That kind of behaviour is not acceptable at Hogwarts!" The angry voice of Professor Sprout echoes through the corridor. Draco reluctantly pulls away from me, letting out a dissatisfied sigh. He groans loudly as he spots Professor Sprout marching towards us.

"Shit!" He mutters under his breath. Suddenly, he grabs my hand and drags me down the corridor in the opposite direction at a run. We run through many different corridors and up several sets of stairs until we reach the third floor corridor, which is empty due to everyone being in their dorms getting ready for the ball. We come to a halt and I lean against a wall whilst I catch my breath. Draco is leaning against a windowsill, panting heavily.

"Wow, that was fun" I mutter, sarcasm heavy in my voice. Draco laughs quietly as he tries to recompose himself. Eventually, he saunters over to my location, positioning both arms on either side of my small frame once again.

"So where were-" He goes to speak, but is interrupted by Charlie whom is walking in our direction with a face mask on.

"Where have you been?" She shouts, looking at me. She's unable to frown due to the hardened clay face mask.

"Well, I was downstairs, but now I'm here" I answer, earning a chuckle from Draco as he steps away from me. Charlotte glares at the pair of us before grabbing hold of my hand and dragging me back to the Ravenclaw common room. "Mate, you really know how to cock block".

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#the secret #draco fanfiction #harry potter fandom #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #draco fanart #harry potter universe #draco x oc #slytherin #ravenclaw #death eaters #cedric diggory #wizarding world

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cakeinthevoid · 7 months

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Forget It

Whumptober No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.” —— (1, 2, 3)

Content: War time setting, Reluctant Caretaker, unnamed casualty, fever, unreliable (caretaker) POV, mentioned/implied near death experience

Not usually crazy about military scenarios but for some reason it's the only one that came to mind with these prompts! Enjoy :) In advance: Yes, Capn is the name of their Leader. If you've been on my blog you know 9/10 times I'm lazy with names lmao

Mags was getting real sick of their new captive. They hadn’t even wanted to pick her off the field. For starters, she was Rithkusen. Second, keeping prisoners of war alive was more effort than it was worth.

As proven by the fact that the girl they picked up was now running a high fever. Worse yet, Capn decided Mags had to treat it because their medic was tending to their own casualties. Mags was just getting a terrible coffee and Capn snagged them away before the old machine could finish its job. A terrible case of bad place bad time that Mags was becoming known for.

Speaking of bad place—the prisoner brig was disgusting. The girl wasn’t their only prisoner and Mags had to walk through a dozen other grimy cells to reach her room. Why Capn wanted her in the room, Mags didn’t know. Couldn’t be because she was on the younger side—there was another prisoner who looked her age down the dark hall.

“What are you waiting for? Can’t come up with a killer line for your entrance?” Speak of the devil.

Mags was standing in front of the room, key and med kit in one hand. Worst part was, the kid was right, in a way. Mags had no clue what to say to the girl.

Luckily the kid’s words solved the issue; Mags would say nothing at all. Nothing meaningful, anyway.

And so they didn’t even reply as they unlocked the heavy door and stepped in.

Mags squinted at the overly bright lights. Going from the dim and dank hall to glaring white walls was jarring enough. They shut the door behind them, and in a few blinks they could see the girl curled up on the slab jutting out of the wall.

She was still in Rithkusen frontline uniform; Deep maroons and browns, stained with varying shades of maroons and browns—blood and dirt. Mags always thought that was a silly uniform to have. Then again, their side of the fight wore white and green, which could stick out like a sore thumb at times.

Despite that, the Vanctan were winning, so Mags had no real reason to judge war time fashion. Especially when the war would be over soon. They were going to win.

Which is also why Mags saw no purpose to racking up POWs.

Mags approached the bed and set their kit at the foot of it. The girl hardly filled up half, shivering with the blanket over her head.

Mags took out a thermometer—it was one of the newer versions that just had to be held to the forehead for a reading. They came up to the head of the bed and pulled off the blanket so they could access the face.

They expected at least some resistance, but the girl just let out a whine and curled up tighter, scrunching her eyes.

Mags tried to do their job dispassionately, but the girl really was young. They weren’t an extremist, but sometimes they thought kids should be banned from the effort.

The girl was running a fever high enough to warrant those special pills, instead of the cheaper ones given out on the frontlines. Mags wanted to give her the cheap ones, but Capn clearly wanted the girl alive and it would be wise not to invoke his wrath.

They rummaged for the bottle and took out a single pill. How to make her take it was beyond them.

They tried taking her hand to put the pill between her fingers. The girl gripped their hand in return.

“Hey—“ Mags tried to pull back, but the hold was tight. “Let go and take the pill, girl.”

As if Mags needed more proof the girl was ill, she started spouting nonsense.

“Keal, Keal, Keal—I knew it, I was right! We can do it, I can prove it—“ she wheezed before devolving into a coughing fit. “The crater—exists,” she choked out.

Mags pulled back sharply and successfully. She had to report that. If the crater existed… Maybe Capn already knew—that’s why he kept the girl. But how did she know? Why wasn’t there more security around her? She was found dying on the field—she would have—should have died.

“K-Keal?” she coughed out.

“They don’t care about you,” Mags said, mostly to themself in realization. “They left you to die when you could have changed everything,” they said in a hollow voice.

“Keal—what are you t—turn off the lights, I can’t see—“

“I’m not Keal, girl.”

“Where is everyone? Keal, please…”

Mags needed to report. They also needed the girl to take the damn pill. Desperate times, desperate measure and all that…

Mags grabbed the girls hair with one hand—when her mouth opened in pain and shock, Mags popped in the pill and shut her jaw with their free hand.

Finally, the girl’s eyes shot open. They were wide with terror, but they weren’t seeing.

“Mm—“

“This is a pill. To help you. Swallow it now.”

She shook her head vigorously. At least she could hear.

“I’m not asking. You’re going to swallow or suffocate.” In a quick move, Mags changed their hold to pin her arms down with a knee and one hand, and keep her mouth shut and nose plugged with the other.

The girl twisted, but Mags was much stronger. It was hardly a fight.

“Take the blasted pill or die!”

Mags saw her swallow and let go. The girl took in a desperate breath of air before Mags took hold of her jaw again to inspect. The pill was swallowed. They weren’t sure that would actually work.

They let go for a final time and stepped back, picking up the first aid kit on their way out.

The girl was sobbing.

At least the war would be over soon.

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ramuneempiremtl · 11 days

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Slave-kun's Happy Life in Another World: Chapter 13

Looking around the room, I noticed clothes strewn across the bed.

Oh, ho.

May I do the laundry? I'm going to do it anyway.

I think it's wrong to dangle work in front of me like a carrot.

From here on, it's time for the slaves to show their true colors.

In the bathroom, I knead the collected sheets and pillowcases in a water ball conjured by magic. The linens swirl around inside the giant water sphere. It looks so refreshing.

Instead of detergent, I use "purification" to clean them, and then I separate them from the laundry by imagining the water I was manipulating being drawn out. This way, they'll dry wrinkle-free and crisp. I drain the extracted water into the bathroom drain.

In this world, lazy people get by with just "purification" for laundry. But washing with water feels better, somehow.

I step out onto the balcony to let the linens get some sunlight… Oh, but I wasn't supposed to leave the room. The balcony is part of the room. No problem there.

The clothes are the same way… no, I wash them individually for each person. Anything that might bleed color gets "purification" only.

I don't know how to fold the washed clothes. I just lay them out neatly on their respective beds.

Haaaa────！！

I'm filled with a sense of elation from a job well done. When I'm on a worker's high, I don't need "powder."

This is how slaves should be.

I start cleaning, riding the momentum.

When I say cleaning, I don't mean using a rag or a broom. I leave it to the convenient magic "Purification." It's easy as long as you have the magic power.

I wonder if I'll get yelled at for cleaning the inn without permission. I think I'd only get yelled at if I made a mess, not if I cleaned.

I'm going to clean. I'm going to do it anyway.

I spread the magic of "purification" across the floor, imagining myself mopping.

"Purification" is a convenient magic that breaks down dirt and germs into something like magic power, but if I'm not careful, it can even strip off a little paint. It takes quite a bit of concentration.

I "purify" the floorboards, getting into every nook and cranny. I also "purify" the drains in the bath and toilet, going deep inside.

I polish everything except the kitchen and Aki's belongings. I avoid the fermented foods, as I shouldn't clean the yeast.

In truth, "purification" is a magic I named myself. I haven't properly tested its effects, so I have to be careful.

Riding the wave, I finish cleaning, polishing every corner of the walls and the beams on the ceiling.

I look around the room, savoring the sense of accomplishment from finishing.

Yes, it's much brighter now.

The walls are clearly a shade brighter, and the air even feels cleaner.

A perfect job.

…Maybe I overdid it.

The difference in efficiency between doing a job while bracing myself for violence and not is incredible, so I just…

It's like a miracle to be able to live so peacefully.

In the afternoon, I decided to take it easy, eating the lunch that had been prepared and looking through the reading material the master had left.

Lunch is a pita bread sandwich with various things stuffed into the thin bread. It's delicious.

I get excited when I find something like thin ham inside, but then my spirits plummet when I find something bitter.

This body must have a child's palate, because it can't handle bitter things. I used to love bitter things!

I drink some water conjured by magic and clean my hands and the plate with "purification" before picking up the book on the table.

The book is bound a little differently than the ones I remember.

The paper is probably plant paper?

I turn the cover, which has some unreadable characters written on it, and am met with a colorful picture of a creature.

The master must have left an animal encyclopedia. This looks fun.

They look somewhat similar to Earth animals, but they're slightly different. For example, there's one with a tiger-like pattern but a lion-like mane. There's also a lizard with webbed wings. I wonder if there are dragons in this world.

The creatures get larger and larger with each page I turn.

And then I realize.

This isn't an animal encyclopedia, it's a monster encyclopedia. Each creature is depicted with some kind of ominous aura-like effect. Next to each one is a drawing of what looks like a stone, its size and material, and a method for dismantling it.

In this world, there are creatures called "monsters" that are different from animals, and at their heart there is a spiky stone called a crystal. This crystal is the power source for various convenient gadgets.

I knew about this crystal because I used crushed stones in my lamp when I was in the mansion. I had no idea it was taken from so many different monsters.

I became quite engrossed in looking through the encyclopedia.

I'll definitely need this kind of knowledge, since I'll be traveling with a party of adventurers.

I'm grateful for the master's exquisite choice. I thought he was a good-for-nothing, but I'll have to change my opinion.

But it's frustrating not being able to read the words.

I wonder if I could ask him to teach me.

Suddenly, the hallway becomes noisy.

Before I knew it, the sun was starting to set.

It looks like everyone's back.

I should go greet them.

"We're back. Were you a good boy… Huh? What's this! Where are we!?"

"Whaaat? …Did we go to the wrong room?"

You're in the right place.

The two who had come in left the room again and closed the door.

Maybe I did overdo it with the cleaning after all.

#slave-kun

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atomik-art · 1 year

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Whoahoahaoah first post omg. I'll make a pinned post with all my links another time when I've got the energy for it but, for now ,HI!! I'm Atom (or Atomik, either works) and this is goin to be my art n' doodle blog. I'm throwing my comm work onto my art Twitter, so I think I'll be using this blog for more personal work, sketches, and also maybe sometimes fanart haha.

To kick things off, I'm goin to throw my 3 sonas here under the cut since I'll probably be drawing them quite a bit in the future here:

RO-X4NN3 (shortened to RO-XY) - A robot with a rogue AI that has broken away from her main operative and now lives life on her own. Both of their arms can switch between hands and arm cannons, giving them a convenient on-the-go defense mechanism on the off chance her creators send someone looking for her for reprogramming. She's kind-hearted and generally optimistic, but they're also prone to bouts of laziness and can be fairly rude and snappy when stressed. RO-XY is my main go-to sona.

Ciana Moretti - The slightly younger twin demon sister who lives in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of her home city where the law won't be able to find her easily. She has a fair selection of weapons at her disposal, all safely stashed away in a digital inventory that she can pull from so long as she has her pair of cyber shades on hand. They're brash and stubborn, but they usually mean well and have a strong sense of justice that often leads to them getting into skirmishes with both criminals and corrupt authorities.

Merle Astaroth - The slightly older twin demon sister who works tirelessly at her job in the heart of her home city and thrives amongst its colorful sights and sounds. Both she and her sister, Ciana, don't actually know how mortal surnames work and just picked out what they thought sounded cool to them, which is why they don't share the same last name. Merle has a number of weapons at her disposal, though they're stowed away at her apartment and are rarely ever brought to work. She is persevering and empathetic, but she can be a bit quick to judge and has a tendency to let others walk all over her.

#my art #my sonas #sona #original character #A very half-assed intro LOL #Jee I wonder what Atom's favorite color is hmmmm (it's cyan...also black.)

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sophi-s · 2 years

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2 things I'm curious about-

1) I remember reading in your comments on "Hollow King" that you consider the Canon of your story to be "Steel Soul", as Ghost was, well, alive, during their journey. So I'm a bit confused as to how Jiji, the Confessor to return their Shade to them, works in your timeline. No complaints, just curious, since your mentioned her in "New Beginnings".

2) Where did the "God of Silence" title come from in your story? I can see it being given to them by the old Hallownestians, when knowing near nothing about them.

Oh man 1) I did mention Jiji, this is true. I actually never gave it much thought lol. Though, I'd say - since like I said, canon is that Ghost has one life, no weird stuff with respawning - it's more like a metaphor. Jiji helps with dealing with "regrets" as she calls it. Ths Shade is a symbol of those regrets. To fight this dark stain that haunts you, you have to defeat your own self to let go of the past regrets (I'm rambling again, I'm sorry 😂)

2) "God od Silence" thing. It was a spontaneously made up title that came from Hollow's inability to produce audible sounds and speak. One person called them that, another picked it up and it spread like this. Not very epic at all but eh XD

I hope my lazy answer satisfies you, I just bame back from work and I'm exhausted :')

#hollow knight #fan fiction #ask #my writing #the hollow king #ramblings

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pndglcs · 3 years

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engspa+eyeporn

#trust me #i know their eyes are different shades of green #im pretty much aware of it #but guess what #i'm just lazy to pick another shade so just let it be #lmaoo let it beee

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bonvoyagenoona · 3 years

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Quick.

Little time and I'm being chased.

Who:

1. Buys you make up to see you in it on a nice date.

2. Buys you in it to ruin it at the end of the night?

3. Tests the 'waterproof' claims of your mascara at the end of the night.

4. Tests the smear proof claims of your lipstick--in the car. ......or before you make it out of the apartment, to go on the date.

Bonus:

Who wears some of your makeup and makes out with you?

Ahhh, Roomie! Ugh, I think you know where I'm gonna start, given all the makeup talk from Kittenfishing. But damn you led me down some sexy roads with this ask. I'll try not to blush too hard...

Q: Who buys you makeup to see you in it on a nice date? A: Yoongi

Those eyes looking you up and down, tongue licking his lips, easy and open stance in his chair, limbs apart and not grabbing you only because there's a dinner table separating your bodies. "Let's go," he says again, knee bouncing quickly. You smile, taking your sweet, sweet time with your sweet, sweet dessert, still feeling so thrilled at the bold colors that Yoongi picked out for you. A deep, rich, pigmented fuschia for your eyes. A softer shade for just a dab of blush. And a slightly warmer shade for your lips. He wants to taste it on that tongue that is now roving from lip corner to lip corner. "What's the rush?" you joke, as you raise another spoonful of your pudding to your lips, careful to clean the silver without ruining your look. Yoongi grunts at the sight of the spoon exiting your lips, shining in the candlelight. He bites his lip and drums his fingertips on the table, getting hard at the thought of him wandering around your favorite shelves for shades that he liked, picturing you smiling at his attentive knowledge, and then returning home to watch you put it on so expertly. He remembers thinking that the impressed attraction he felt for you then must be the way you feel when you watch him the studio, each delicate movement of your fingers purposeful and masterful in its execution. But now he wants those fingers on him. You still aren't done with dessert when he gives another insistent, "Let's. Go." But with those periods between the words, you know this is the last time he'll say it without force. And by the way he reaches for you in the backseat of your towncar, you know that he can't wait until you get home to finally do something about the incredible way you look.

Q: Who buys you it to ruin it at the end of the night? A: Namjoon

Namjoon is a considerate person. He keeps extra tampons at his place, always your preferred brand. He's started using your body wash and shampoo because it's convenient, but also because he wants to smell you all over him. And he has your favorite makeup wipes, one stack in the bathroom next to the cup for your toothbrush, and one stack in the bedroom for when you're feeling lazy after a long night. But neither stack is being used tonight. You couldn't even make it into the bedroom, let alone the bathroom. You're bent over the couch in the living room, and Namjoon's thumbs smear your bronzer across your cheeks before the heat between you starts to make it evaporate altogether. "Fuck," Namjoon mutters, watching your beads of sweat start to peel the foundation from your skin. His eyes flick up to your raccoon eyes, like battle scars. He's giving it to you that hard. He loves seeing you come apart in layers, always delighted to see the rawest, purest you underneath becoming unveiled. "Sexy," he breathes into your face, before swallowing your next kiss. You can't even feel the sting of eyeliner in your eyes because Namjoon is flooding every single one of your senses. Pain. Pleasure. Not yet in the balance you like, perhaps precisely because Namjoon is so caring. "Go harder," you plead, "don't hold out," clutching his back, scratching marks as bold in color as your lipstick, but as razor thin as your lip liner. "Yeah?" Namjoon gasps, his long shaft piercing you on its next stroke. "God, I was hoping..." He pulls back. When he slams back into you, you wail. "Had it in my mind to ruin you tonight," he admits, before slupring your lips up with his.

Q: Who tests the "waterproof" claims of your mascara at the end of the night? A: Jungkook

"Damn, jagi," Jungkook coos, as you take more of him inside. Even though he's so thick, his slick shaft slides so easily in, and you swear his perfect crown is edging into your stomach with the way he's filling you up. "How are you fucking doing that?" he whines, trying his best to keep still. You moan, and he shivers at the way your throat vibrates against his most sensitive skin. You fondle his balls and make him buck sideways, those strong thighs helping him to keep in place. But you don't need him to stay so still. You run your hands up and down his thighs, free of the restaurant required casual business attire now that you're both home and in bed. You feel each muscle of those thighs with your soft hands, and you moan, trying to coax him into the movements he so desperately wants to make. "Sure?" Jungkook asks, peeking down at you, jaw set and strained, that one adorable dimple showing how much effort he's really putting in to control himself. You nod and shine your eyes up at him, tears rolling down from their outer corners, dripping across your temples, taking the black ink of your mascara with it and diving into your taut hairline. You feel pinpricks there as Jungkook tightens his fist even more around your gathered mane and sighs a warning. "OK..." He whines and grunts as he pumps, and you swear that you could come just from the sound. "Gonna come," he whimpers, as if reading your mind. "Gonna come on that pretty face. All over it." You whimper back, squeezing his package and making him keen. "Cream all over you," he goes on. "Wipe that mascara off if the tears won't do it." You tighten your throat, and he cries out, sliding out of you and tracing your cheeks and lips with his head. You circle his shaft with hands moistened by your pussy's arousal, and then he releases his own arousal all over you, just like he said he would. "Waterproof my ass," he chuckles, as he reaches down to wipe your eyes with his thumbs. "Mmm," you groan, words enhanced by the rasp Jungkook's cock has given you, "so you're saying you want to play with your ass next?..."

Q: Who tests the smear proof claims of your lipstick in the car or before you make it out of the apartment to go on the date? A: Taehyung

Your lipstick never had a chance against Taehyung's thumb, pulling smearing your lipstick on its tight and rough journey across your lips, pushed into a pout by the force he's slamming into you, and the force he's slamming your body into the front door behind you. He can't get enough of the sight, your bold, signature, classic red spread across your chin and cheek like war paint. "Tae," you whine, eyes screwing tight and closed when he tugs on your hair to reveal your neck. "Tae, we... they're waiting..." His grunt asks his question for him. Why are you still asking questions? Why are you so worried about your dinner party? Isn't it clear how the rest of the night will unfold? "Just you and me tonight, jagi," he growls at you. "Thought this was making tha clear." You yelp when he picks you up and slams your back harder against your front door. Everything's starting to come apart. Your heels have fallen to the floor. Your dress will need repairs. And at Taehyung's incredible, deep, satiating stroke, your body is threatening to break down completely, like your mind already is. "Tae... more... fuck..." You worry that the hinges of your door won't hold, and that you'll spill into the hallway for everyone to see. But as your orgasm washes over you, the way your velvety soft lipstick has over your face, and Tae's, you don't care. All you want is more of this feeling, of Tae filling in the voids of your world with such violently bright and real color.

Bonus Q: Who wears some of your makeup and makes out with you? A: Jimin

There's a few things that you and Jimin share. Your one-bedroom loft in the city. Your favorite food. Your friends, who are no doubt already waiting at your favorite restaurant for your reservation time. But there are few things you are as fond of as your shared giggles, resonating against the walls and floating into the sky at any given time, smiles always so random and free. You're giggling together now, both of you looking in the bathroom mirror as you put makeup on yourselves, pausing only to reach over to each other to dab something equally random on. You swipe Jimin with a brush of your blush, and he playfully pouts at having to redo his foundation to void himself of the spacey pink. As you're perfecting your attempt at a floating liner, he tells you that you need to extend your line a little more on the left, jokingly judging your elbow and making you scribble into your now ruined cheek. You scoff and start throwing all kinds of powders and creams at each other, until Jimin wraps your arms up with his and smiles at your pink-blue-red-purple-gold-black-splotched face. You smile into his. And Jimin's eyes fall to your lips. "Is that a new gloss?" he asks. You nod slowly. "Mmhmm." You smack your lips. "Cherry." Jimin's pupils darken as he feels your soft body with his soft hands, pressing his stiffening cock into your thighs, head getting wet with his juices, and making you glad that you stayed in your robe to put your face on. "I think I need a bit of gloss, too," Jimin says playfully. You move to reach for the tube, but he kisses you instead, smearing and staining and sticking. You gasp for air when he finally lets you, and you notice in your daze that his fingers are unknotting your robe. "We're gonna be late," you chide. Jimin grins sneakily. "Did you think we were really gonna go anywhere with you looking like that?" he jokes, making you pinch and bite his arms and shoulders. He lets out a groan at your nips and nibbles, and then he pulls you in closer. Tighter. Deeper into him, like the kiss he completely sweeps you up in. The robe falls to the ground. "Want you all to myself tonight, jagi," he whispers, fingers tracing down to your weeping pussy. "What do you say?"