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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - The Love Slideshow - Part Two

Summary: When you return to the Avengers Compound, you have the strangest news that your best friend is dating the microwave. As if that wasn't bad enough, Natasha pulls a prank and you end up with a slideshow to prove a point.

Warnings: (+18), soft and passionate smut, first time, bottom Wanda, oral (r giving), lap sitting, bath smut, thigh riding, love speeches, praising, very fluffy, mentions of sad past, canon divergence, an attempt at humor, domestic avengers, brief mentions of insecurities. || Words: 8.692k

A/N: I tried to close the story and ended up mentioning even a little bit of the multiverse, but at least we have the first time of Reader and Wanda. I don't know if I'll ever do a part three (things are getting hints about where they go according to canon), but it's here and I hope you like it.

All Works Masterlist || AO3 || Wattpad || Part One

--//--

Wanda refused to let you go even after the movie was over, and most of the Avengers were stumbling in sleepy steps back to their rooms.

She tightened her hands around you and murmured into your neck for you to kindly take her back to her room, and you did so very willingly, carrying her on your lap - and ignoring the giggles and insinuating glances of your colleagues still present - the next moment.

Placing her gently on the bed, you made mention of getting up, but Wanda wouldn't loosen her grip on you.

"Sleep here." She asked in a whisper, her eyes searching yours. You smiled, your hands around her waist.

" I will be up very early tomorrow, I have a meeting with Steve about the mission. I don't want to bother you." You explain your hesitation since, at any other opportunity, Wanda wouldn't even need to ask.

"I don't mind." She assures you by closing her eyes again, her arms pulling you down. "Stay."

Even though you lay back down, holding her against your chest and stroking her hair until she fell asleep, you really did get up too early in the morning.

Wanda mumbled in her sleep, barely absorbing the gentle apology you said to her as you got up, but she smiled as she felt your lips on her forehead, the sweet "Good morning, my dear. See you later." before your warmth faded, and Wanda had to be content with just the blankets.

You needed to present to Steve the reports from the last mission, and well, you would be busy almost all morning. A few hours later, when Wanda got up and finished using the bathroom, she stumbled half sleepily back to her room, smiling as she noticed the television on with the presentation she had interrupted last night.

Wanda sat on her knees, her hands went to the small remote control you left on the carpet. She smiled as she continued the PowerPoint, feeling her chest warm up towards the slides on "Wanda Maximoff's most amazing missions, Reasons to consider Wanda a 'cinnamon roll who can actually kill you', favorite things Wanda likes to do". You put a little bit of everything of who she was, and Wanda was smiling with tears in her eyes as she finished looking at everything.

She stood up again to walk toward the box of items you had brought the night before and found herself blushing at the rest of the items you brought. There was a small vase with little papers of your favorite things about her, a guitar pick that you handmade with the avenger's symbol for her to practice, pictures of various moments that you took of her, and a small snow globe with Novi Grad on it.

The last item made Wanda frown.

It was a makeshift package of several letters and postcards stuck together. The biggest surprise was seeing her name on it. With a smooth motion, she tore the string that held them together and checked the first letter.

To: Wanda Maximoff. Avengers Compound, New York City. September 2015.

"Dear Wanda,

I am in Amsterdam now, and all the leaves are orange like the setting sun I can see from my window. I know Steve said you need to get some decent training before you can join missions, but I wish you were here. I would show you all the pubs with equally expensive and bad drinks, and the museums of this city. I was walking down the boulevard earlier, while following who I should (you know how these missions work), and I witnessed a marriage proposal. It was very lovely but made me unsure. I wondered if I would ever have the courage to tell you how I feel. If I would ever get down on my knees if we worked out, or if somehow I would just mess things up like a couple I saw arguing in the apartment next to mine. For now, my secret words will be my only answer to this."

Wanda choked softly, her eyes filled with tears. All the other letters and cards followed the same pattern, written in the times when you were sent on distant missions and were away from the compound for days or even weeks. They were all about your routine, descriptions about the destinations with funny and romantic stories, and many cut and rewritten sentences about your feelings towards her.

Wanda has received correspondence from you before. Never one that made her blush like the one named 'Paris, July' where you described your desire to run your lips over her body, or the 'London, February' where you write about imagining her taste. Wanda had to sit down for a second, fingers trembling when reading the sentences of “I can only imagine how I would easily get addicted to all the pretty sounds you would do when I put my mouth in you”.

All you ever sent were encrypted messages about being safe, letters addressed to all the Avengers and not just her. This was new. Well, actually it was old, but she had never seen it before and was overwhelmed for a moment to realize how much love and desire you have been keeping to yourself all this time.

She only realized she was crying when a tear fell on one of the pages, and with an embarrassed laugh, she wiped her face quickly, her heart racing in her chest.

A knock on the door made her raise her eyes, and Natasha entered in the same next.

"Hey, Maximoff, we have some training now." Notified the widow, but as soon as she realized the other's condition, she frowned in concern. "Is everything okay?"

Wanda laughed tearfully, nodding quickly. She was speechless still but didn't have to explain much because Nat approached next and noticed the box of items, her gaze falling to the cards in Wanda's hand.

"She finally found the courage to show them to you?" She asked and Wanda frowned slightly, swallowing dryly.

"Did you know about this?"

Nat gave a soft chuckle. "Unfortunately I made the mistake of opening one of them when we had a mission together. I was left traumatized."

Wanda laughed embarrassedly, shaking her head. "Why didn't she ever send them to me?"

Nat sighed softly, shrugging. "Well, technically she shouldn't send anything that could compromise her disguise or location. That, and also the thing about her not admitting she was in love with you, I guess."

Wanda swallowed dryly, looking away from the sweet words to the friend in front of her. "That would have saved us so much time. I never realized that..."

"She loved you back?" Nat completed with a certain irony. "Yeah, I know. You two are pretty oblivious. And if you must know, Wanda, sometimes the people who talk the most about self-love and confidence are the ones who need the most help."

With a frown, Wanda asked, "What do you mean?"

"Every time I told her to tell you, she refused. It was never the right time, she used to say. And when this thing with Vis came up, she didn't even get angry. Then it occurred to me that maybe it wasn't about finding the right time, or about her not having the guts, but rather about Y/N thinking she wasn't the right person for you. Like she never deserved you in the first place."

Wanda absorbed the words in silence, and Nat moved closer to sit in the chair next to her. "I'm only saying this because she's my best friend, and you two have been through a lot. I want you both to be happy now, Wanda, but a relationship is always an exchange, you know?" Continues the redhead. "Y/N is here for you, making presentations and gift boxes, and making sure you know that you are loved and all that. Will you do the same for her?"

Wanda nodded softly. “Of course.” She answered without hesitation, which made Nat smile. But soon the widow checked her wristwatch and sighed.

"Unfortunately the love statements will have to wait until later." She said. "Hurry up witchy, you are already eight minutes late for practice, and reading erotic letters is not an acceptable excuse."

With an awkward laugh, Wanda got up to change into her training clothes.

–//–

Sam was training with Wanda when you arrived at the gym.

The meeting with Steve had been a bit exhausting, and he wanted other information, but for now, you were free to train. Throwing the little witch a wink as soon as she looked at you, you continued your way to the mat of Natasha, who had been assigned as your partner for the day.

"Good morning, Romanova." You greeted as you approached, and Nat smiled breathlessly, not stopping beating the punching bag in front of her.

"Good morning, sunshine." She retorted. "I hope you slept well, I won't take it easy on you."

You gave a confused laugh, raising an eyebrow at her as you moved to put on your training gloves.

"And why not?"

"You know what I had to do this morning? A video call. Any idea who to?"

"No...?"

"Melina." She retorts with precise punches. "Because you just had to tell Pietro about them. He tormented me the whole breakfast until I agreed to call her and introduce them. Now Yelena is coming here next week."

"Really? That's incredible!" You comment automatically, but Nat's angry face makes you swallow dryly. "Come on, Nat, don't be like that. You were tormenting me, and besides, it's about time you told everyone about your family. We're your friends."

"Get on the mat, L/N." She ordered making you sigh in defeat.

Although Natasha had been ruthless, quick jabs and punches that would have hurt you if you weren't trained, you knew she wasn't truly angry. It was just uncomfortable to go against her nature of keeping secrets from everyone about everything and learning to trust others. It was very likely that if you hadn't helped her free the widows years ago and put an end to the Red Room, even you wouldn't have known about her family.

Out of breath and tired, you miscalculated a defense and Nat hit you on the feet, knocking you to the tatami. The fact that she didn't finish the blow confirmed your theory that she was only pretending to be angry, and you can't help the giggle you let out.

"Idiot." She complained upon seeing your expression, offering a hand to help you stand. You accepted, but when you got up, Nat didn't let go of your hand and looked at you almost unsurely. "Y/n, I just... I just want Yelena to be safe."

You swallowed dryly and nodded. "I know." You said. "But she's an adult now, Nat. You have to trust her choices, too."

With a sigh, Nat commented, "It's hard for us, isn't it? Trusting people."

You gave her a sad smile, using your free hand to squeeze her shoulder. "We can learn, Romanova. I trust you."

She smiled. "I trust you, too." She returned it and you both smiled at each other before returning to training.

Many minutes later, you and Nat finished the session and among laughing and pushing each other with your shoulders you walk to the locker room. But you choked softly when you bumped into Wanda on the way.

"Oh, hello you." You greeted in a mixed tone of amusement and sweetness, moving your body in the same direction as hers, a short dance about who gets out of the way of the other first, which made her chuckle with reddened cheeks and Natasha let out a comment about you two being adorable before she stepped past Wanda toward the showers.

"Hi, sweetheart." The little witch returned, in her hands was a wet towel as well as her hair. "You need a bath."

"Too bad you can't join me." The comment escapes your lips before you can control yourself, and makes Wanda gasp in a short laugh, raising an eyebrow at you.

An apology is on the tip of your tongue when she complements it with an intense look, "Too bad indeed."

Biting your lips, you let your gaze fall to her mouth for a second before meeting her eyes. "See you at lunch then?"

Wanda nodded, and you smiled, leaning instinctively toward her. She let out a chuckle as she raised her hand in front of your shoulder to stop you. "Shower first."

Making a face of false offense, you raise your hands to your cheeks, "Oh my god, Maximoff, kiss your girl."

She laughs, fighting the grip "Nooo, you're all sweaty." She whines trying to push you away, but without really trying. You tighten your arms around her, wiping your face against her and Wanda lets out loud exclamations amidst laughter.

"Unconditional love, baby." You comment laughing along with her.

"God, you're the worst." She complained giggling giving up on pushing you away. Still smiling, you deposited several kisses against her cheek making her giggle before you let go and gave her one last kiss on her skin to go take a shower.

"See you later, witchy." You say biting back a smile as you release her and Wanda nods, finally leaving the locker room.

When you join Nat in the shower area, she shoots you a teasing look.

"What is it?" you ask.

"You two are so gay." She retorts making you laugh.

–//–

Dating Wanda is like being in heaven.

She's everything you've ever wanted. And you think you've never been happier. But that doesn't mean that real life has stopped happening.

Your last mission was a success, and Steve was very pleased with the information you had gathered. You knew that he was hopeful about finding his friend with greater certainty now. For the time being, the Avengers had no missions insight, and when Yelena arrived at the compound over the weekend, everyone wanted to meet her.

It was a good thing that Pietro and she got along so well right away because it meant less time in which your brother-in-law would be tormenting you with his teasing about you dating his sister.

So while the Avengers went to introduce New York to Miss Belova - whom you already knew well, and were more intimate enough to say 'Lena, I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to be alone with my girlfriend' and know that she wouldn't mind - you and Wanda stayed at the compound.

Wanda was engaged in her study of the little magic encyclopedia you had made for her. And at this moment, while you were sitting on her bed, rereading the last mission reports in search of missing details as Steve requested, she had her head in your lap, murmuring charms.

It was becoming something of a routine. Stroking Wanda's hair while she studied. And as the days passed, your hand instinctively found that place as she lay against you.

Only a few days since Yelena arrived - and she was staying for a while because she was on vacation from college - Steve organized the monthly cleaning and you had to re-organize the items in your room.

Wanda - who didn't have much stuff, because well, her country had been destroyed and there wasn't much to bring to the compound - finished her cleaning very quickly. So did Pietro, but he went looking for some prank to do in Yelena's company, probably something to torment the captain, like increasing the amount of washing powder or making some item disappear. Wanda preferred to visit your bedroom.

It was a complete mess. Boxes everywhere, open closets, clothes on the bed.

"Y/N?" She called as she entered through the open door.

"In here!" You answered from the closet. "I'm sorting the coats." You explained as you grabbed about six different pieces from the rack and moved them to the bed. "Can you believe I brought at least one set of clothes from all the trips I've taken?"

"Baby, I think you might have a hoarding problem." Wanda commented wryly making you laugh lightly. You went back inside the closet, and she let her gaze run around along with her hands, which at this moment was on the thick coat on top of her bed.

Wanda was impressed by the number of items you had inside the closet. It wasn't just coats from mission sites you had gone to, but all sorts of things you had kept. Mugs, books, a skateboard, paintings. Wanda had a fun time looking through all those things. It was a shame that most of it were leaving, but she made a mental note about telling Steve to donate at least half of that stuff.

But then, while you were muttering to yourself about whether or not to keep some of the science magazines you found in the last drawer of your closet, Wanda opened a drawer of the smaller dresser in your closet and held her breath for a moment.

There were many items she was not familiar with, others it was easy to deduce what they were for, which didn't help the heat in her cheeks. If she concentrated, she could even imagine you using it on her.

She was so wrapped up in her own imagination that she didn't notice you approaching, only when an embarrassed chuckle echoed in her ears did she blink away from the drawer.

"You found those." You muttered half clumsily yet humorously, a stack of magazines in hand at you led to the bed. " I had forgotten you still had those things."

Wanda played with her rings as she looked back at you and asked, "Did you ever use them?"

"What? No!" you quickly clarified with an embarrassed laugh, your face very warm.

"Really?" Wanda insisted half surprised.

You gave another awkward smile before nodding. "They were just part of the disguise, to make it look more convincing. They stayed in a briefcase the whole mission if I'm not mistaken, so I guess I forgot to throw them away."

"Got it." Wanda mutters, looking away from you for a moment. You swallow dryly before commenting:

"Toys are for partners you trust, Wands. To use with someone you have real intimacy with. I never had that."

Wanda stared at you for a moment, then nodded in understanding. She didn't need to ask to know what you were confessing to her. Taking one last look at the drawer of sex toys, she told you:

"Don't throw them away."

And her look was enough for you to blush and nod, casting a shy smile before returning to arranging the room.

–//–

Making a second volume of the Magic Encyclopedia for Wanda was taking longer because you wanted something better than the first, which meant you needed Vis to use his skills more accurately which took time. You also wanted to avoid so much unreliable information - you were still annoyed to hear that Wanda couldn't find any use for at least dozens of pages taken from some Reddit sensationalist - so you had the bright idea to investigate that clue in Asia.

Steve wasn't too sure about letting you and Wanda chase a forum comment about a wizarding community on the other side of the world, but you reminded him that not only was Wanda powerful enough to protect herself from anything, but he had also done everything he could to find Bucky, including placing you for weeks as an undercover agent searching for clues about the Winter Soldier.

That's how you and Wanda ended up in Nepal, eating street food.

"I think we're close." You commented as you were trying to look through the crowd of people passing by the fair where you were standing.

Wanda finished chewing on the tasty momo before saying, "We better figure it out before dark, the guy at the hotel didn't seem to like us very much."

"I think it's because I knocked over all those letters." You return, making her laugh softly.

Fortunately, you don't have to walk far.

The clue led to the entrance of some kind of temple, and you exchanged a glance with Wanda before knocking on the door. As soon as a man opened, you spoke:

"Hello, we are here-"

"We've been expecting you, Miss L/N." You cut in with a sigh. "But you are late, I imagine you have chosen the lunch alternative. Please come in."

He opened the door and made room for you and Wanda to do so. As soon as it closed, Wanda asked:

"Excuse me, but how do you know who we are?"

"The Ancient One will explain everything to you." He replied simply as he led the way.

It turned out that Wanda was kind of an important figure. The man at the entrance was named Wong, and he led you through the temple that had the name Kamar Taj. You were trying to remember all of those names along with the incredible little discoveries you made when you entered.

All about magic, sorcerers and spells and Wanda having some kind of powerful destiny made your head hurt a little.

At least they gave you some biscuits.

"I wasn't sure I was going to meet you, Miss Maximoff." Commented the Ancient One - a balding woman who was some kind of magical master and had spent the last few minutes explaining about the magical world to you two - as she poured some tea. "Our timeline has been doing so surprisingly well with so many variations."

Neither you nor Wanda knew exactly what to answer about that, so you chose chummy nods instead.

"I will assign Master Strange to be your Tutor." Declared the woman then.

"My Tutor?"

"Yes, you will need one." She explained gently. "Your chaos Magic will be quite difficult to control, so it is essential that you have assistance so as not to lose that fragile grip of it."

"Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about." Says the other with an awkward laugh.

"Don't worry, everything will clear up as you study your powers." Said the other woman. "And if you have any questions, I will answer what I know. For now, accompany Master Wong to our library."

Wanda nodded, finishing her tea and getting up. When you made mention of accompanying her, the Ancient One asked you to stay. After exchanging a look with Wanda, who smiled in the assurance that everything was fine, you turned your attention to the older woman in front of you, hearing Wanda and Wong's footsteps grow more distant.

"It's really a pleasure to meet you, Y/N." Said the woman, sitting down at the tea table and gesturing for you to do the same. With a sigh, you made it away half-heartedly as you stared at her.

"Did you want to tell me something?" You asked suspiciously, but the woman just smiled.

"What do you know about the multiverse?" She questioned making you frown slightly.

"Science fiction is more my friend Bruce's thing than mine." You retorted making her laugh.

"Oh, it's not fiction, Miss L/N." She says. "But for someone dating a witch, I would imagine you are more open-minded than that."

You smile shrugging your shoulders. "I try to be. So okay, the multiverse is a real thing. I don't know much about it though."

"You don't have to know either." She retorts mysteriously. "That kind of knowledge is reserved for masters of the mystic arts or nexus beings. You are neither in this universe."

Frowning in confusion, you repeat: "In this universe?"

"There are infinitely many of them." She says. "And in many, you don't even exist."

"Okay...?"

"Yet, in this one, you are Y/N L/N, a former Black Widow who is trying to be better than in the past by helping all her friends at once." The Ancient declares and you swallow dryly, not interrupting. "Timelines can be unpredictable sometimes, and that is the case in this universe. I was surprised to meet Miss Maximoff, because being a Nexus being, she is capable of rewriting her destiny beyond what was planned for her."

"And what is planned for her?" You question suspiciously.

"I can't say." She says and you frown, letting out a disappointed sigh. The woman smiles, leaning in a little. "Haven't you ever heard that, Miss L/N? It's like dreams. You can't tell or they don't come true."

"I guess so."

"Don't distress yourself though." She asks. "Wanda is doing very well. Thanks to you I should say."

"Me?"

"That's why I asked you to stay behind." Clarifies the old woman. "I wanted to see you up close."

"Why?"

"You are a variation on the timeline." She said and moved her fingers in the air making a golden thread extend in front of her. "Most people are undetectable when they are not a Nexus. They fulfill their destinies and die, and life moves forward. And then sometimes, there are people like you. Who change the destiny of others."

You blink confusedly away from the golden line. "I don't understand."

"General Dreykov has kidnapped more girls than we can count on our fingers." She then says, making you lock your jaw. "But you survived. Him, the training. Anyone else could have helped Natalia Romanova, but it was you who made sure she saved her sister and gave them years together with as much normality as they could."

"So what?"

"You also saved Pietro Maximoff at the battle of Sokovia." She added and you cleared your throat, half confused by the conversation.

"I just turned off the weapons on the jet, it was no big deal."

"You have no idea how different Wanda would be if he had died."

"Well, he didn't. Can you say what you mean at once?"

The Ancient One smiled at your impatience. "I don't mean anything." She retorted. "I just wanted to meet you, and wish you a good life."

"That's so weird." You mumble clumsily, standing up. "I think I'd better take Wanda away from this place."

"Do not fear what you do not understand, Miss L/N." The old woman says simply. "And don't try to tame her. Just be by her side for whatever she needs."

"I don't need a stranger to tell me how to be a good girlfriend, madam." You retort, starting to get annoyed. "They went that way, right? Excuse me."

She made no mention of stopping you, and you made your way down the hall to the library, meeting Wanda within minutes.

But all your earlier suspicion and irritation vanished when you saw her excitement, eyes shining as Wong answered her questions, a few books in her arms.

You wouldn't try to take that away from her. So you just sighed and put your hands in your pockets as you waited for her at the entrance.

–//–

You both returned to the Avengers' compound that afternoon. Wong made some kind of magical portal - from which you were still recovering - and you only had to go through it to be on the other side of the world.

"I'll come for these next week, and you can take others. See you, ladies." Wong said over the books before closing the portal.

"I think I need a drink." You said looking at the Avengers compound in front of you where a portal was open before. Wanda gave a giggle and nodded in agreement.

After briefly explaining to your colleagues how you arrived from Nepal in record time and telling them a little bit about everything about the trip, you were starving.

Yelena and Pietro were engaged in some kind of challenge games, Sam and Steve were watching television, Bruce and Tony were in the lab, and you, Wanda, Nat, and Vision were in the kitchen, chatting away about the Kamar Taj.

"[...] So the only thing you two did on the trip free of all your friends was study and eat street food?" The redhead asked in a mix of incredulity and amusement, and Wanda - who was sitting on a stool next to the widow - gave a confused giggle.

"Yes?" She asked. You didn't realize the double meaning of what Nat was trying to imply until you took your eyes off the dinner ingredients to look at her, and were thankful for the hot pan that you could blame for the redness on your face.

"Pansexual disasters, you two. No game at all." Teased the widow.

"I get the impression that there is a joke of sexual nature going on here." Vision stated, taking his attention away from the books Wanda had brought - which he had been analyzing - into the conversation. Natasha laughed, nodding in agreement, and you and Wanda exchanged embarrassed glances.

"Yes, there is, Vis." The widow said. "The joke is because those two won't admit how much they want..."

"Romanova I have secrets of yours, don't forget." You hummed in desperation as you interrupted her. Nat laughed, squeezing her eyes shut, but didn't insist.

"Okay." She said. "Come on, Vis, let's make sure Yelena and Pietro don't go over the edge in their pranks and end up destroying something."

Like the other two leave, you clear your throat in shame. "Nat is just trying to get back at me for spilling the beans about Yelena. Sorry about that."

Wanda gave a little laugh. "I don't really mind." She assured. "It's not like she's lying."

In a surprise, you miss the grip on the knife slicing the carrots and end up cutting your finger. A soft exclamation of pain, and Wanda is moving toward you quickly.

"Shit." You grumble moving to grab a dishcloth. It's nothing serious, but it hurts.

"Let me see." Wanda asks as she stops in front of you, her hands moving to yours. She traces her fingers across your skin, raising your hand to chest height. "What a clumsy baby."

With a warm face, you watch her bring your hands together, and lower her face to kiss the tip of your hurt finger, turning her gaze to you and making you swallow dryly. "Better?"

All you can do is stare at her lips, so close and inviting. She smiles, her eyes glittering with mischief as she instinctively leans in. "Your thoughts are so loud." She whispers when her lips are almost touching yours.

"Make them a reality, then." You retort and she nods softly, breaking the distance between you two. The kiss is soft, yet intense. Wanda sighs as your tongue slides out, teasing her lower lip until it brushes against hers. With her free hand, she tangles your hair, and you let yours meet her waist.

When you part for breath, Wanda gasps softly against your mouth, "You're going to burn dinner."

"I've always been a terrible chef anyway, no one will be surprised." You return, kissing her again and enjoying her smile against your lips. She releases your bruised hand to land hers in your neck and you are about to push her against the countertop when someone clears their throat and you part quickly, blushing over the gaze of a certain captain.

"Let's keep it PG through dinner for the sake of the team's mental health, please?" Steve sneered, and you and Wanda laughed embarrassedly as you shook your heads in agreement.

–//–

Wanda has been really busy with her studies.

You only realized how much you were truly missing her presence when you misstepped for the fifth straight time in practice because you were thinking of some opening in your routine that would make a date with her possible, and ended up getting kicked in the face.

"Y/N! Jesus! Why didn't you duck?" Sam questioned worriedly and in desperation as he rushed to help you stand again.

"Sorry, Sammy." You grumbled accepting the help. "I'm just a little distracted."

He sighed. "Is this about Wanda?"

You hesitated, scratching at the back of your neck. "Is it that obvious?" You asked, making him smile.

"Actually, it is." He said. "You've always blocked that one blow. What's wrong, did you guys fight or something?"

"What? No, not at all!" You quickly clarified. "I just miss her."

"Oh, so it's about her new studying, then. With that pompous wizard." Sam commented, gesturing for you to get off the tatami, and you giggled as you agreed.

Wanda had been learning magic for a few weeks, and the Avengers had the opportunity to meet her tutor, the eccentric Doctor Stephen Strange. Everyone thought he and Tony were the magical and technological equivalent of each other.

"Why don't you ask her out for something?" Sam suggests as soon as you guys get down from the ring, and you sigh as you take off your training gloves.

"She's not even here today." You say a little upset. "I think she was going to learn something important because Stephen came to pick her up and asked her to take a bag. She left me a note because I wasn't even at the compound when she left, I have been busy helping Steve with our next operation."

"That sucks." Sam comments and you sigh, shrugging.

"It's okay, we'll find our rhythm again. Maybe when Steve finds Bucky and Wanda doesn't have so many training sessions anymore." You mutter distractedly but Sam puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Listen, missions and training will always exist, they are part of our daily life." He begins. "You both look miserable without each other's company, and I wouldn't want to see your relationship get damaged because of it. Don't postpone your happiness. If you want to be with Wanda, be with her."

You absorbed Sam's words in silence for a moment. He gave you a reassuring smile, squeezed your shoulder one last time before heading towards the changing rooms.

Sam was definitely right, so you needed a plan.

–//–

Wanda was exhausted. Physically and mentally speaking.

Right now, she was sitting on the edge of one of the roofs of Kamar Taj, trying to absorb exactly everything she had been told about her destiny.

The Scarlet Witch is considered a myth.

Strange's words still echoed in her head.

You need to be careful who you become from now on.

Wanda was confused. And angry, and scared. And for the first time since she had started all this, she felt completely alone.

Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket and she blinked away from the scenery to check it. You had sent her a message, but just seeing your name made her smile a little.

Hey, my favorite little witch, what time will you be back? I want to see you."

In theory, Wanda was supposed to stay but she just send you an audio message that she was going to pack everything up over and stood up intending to tell Strange that she needs a break, only to be conjuring up her newly learned teleportation portals to the Avengers Compound minutes later.

But Wanda didn't find you right away. The place was empty and quiet, she figured most of the Avengers were at their appointments. She texted Pietro, who only replied that he was downtown with Natasha and Yelena buying some things and that he was pretty sure you were home.

Then Wanda sighed as she made her way to her own room, removing her coats and shoes.

She was strangely surprised to hear a noise from inside, but as she opened the door, she was faced with you stumbling on the carpet at the bathroom exit, some empty items in your hands that she recognized as bath salts.

"Wow, you're here already!" You exclaimed in surprise and embarrassment, hiding the items behind your back. "Hi."

"Hey, baby, what are you up to?" You asked the brunette with a suspicious smile, leaving her shoes on the door as she approached.

"A surprise." You say, smiling as Wanda breaks the distance to give you a soft kiss on the lips. "You seemed tired on the phone, I thought I'd set up a bath. Like the ones in movies, you know? But I didn't have all the stuff, so I had to run to the grocery store and buy it, and I asked Nat to fetch things for me and-"

Wanda laughed affectionately at your babbling, kissing you to make you quiet down. You sighed softly, enjoying the feeling.

"Thank you, my love." She said, her hands landing on your shoulders as she looked at you adoringly. "Care to join me?"

Feeling your face heat up, you choked softly. "I-I..."

"We don't have to do anything." She added quickly, and she looked really tired. "I just want to be with you."

You nodded then, swallowing dryly as you kissed her one last time more softly. "Lead the way."

Wanda did, her hand entwining with yours as you discarded the items you were holding in the trash. She led you to the bathroom, and then let go, beginning to work on her own clothes without haste and making you bite your lips.

When Wanda stood in just her bra and panties, she turned her face toward you, and although it was as red as yours, the look on hers was to encourage you to do the same.

Clumsily, you began to undress quickly, almost tripping over your pants when Wanda removed the bra in front of you. Blinking shamefully away from the image of her breasts, you removed the rest of your clothes.

Wanda bit her lips, moving closer to you to lift your chin with her finger. "Don't be shy, baby. I'm yours to look at." She warned, smiling mischievously at a soft grunt you let out before she stepped away to get into the tub first. But when she let her panties slide down her legs, you looked away, face burning as you tried to breathe normally.

Wanda sat up, hugging your legs as she watched you finish the last two pieces. You cleared your throat softly but finally stood naked, hurrying to join her in the water.

As you sat down, Wanda looked at the little shrine you had planned, the candles, the chocolate, and the wine. She propped her chin on her knee and waited for you to look at her before speaking, "Thank you for doing all this."

You smiled, relaxing your back against the tub. "It was no bother at all, Wanda. I like taking care of you."

Although you smiled, there was a hesitation in her. But you didn't press, watching her trace patterns on the edge of the tub for a moment in comfortable silence between the two of you.

"How was your day, darling?" You asked, leaning over to reach for the scented soaps beside you. She sighed softly, not answering right away, and you took the opportunity to ask if you could soap her up, to which Wanda agreed with a small blush. As your hand strode gently across her front, spreading the soap, Wanda studied your features concentrating on your task.

"I learned some new things today." She finally told, and you hum in signaling that you were listening. "Bad things."

You frowned immediately, raising your eyes to her and stopping your movements.

"Like what?"

"Just...about me." She says, sounding small and unsure like you've never seen before. Your hand free of bubble foam goes to her face, caressing her cheek.

"What about you?"

Wanda sighs, seeming to try to gain some courage. "It's about the kind of witch I am. There's something about them that's bad. Strange says... Well, the books say, that my destiny is to destroy the world."

You blinked in surprise at the information, and Wanda cringed a little in the tub, tightening her arms on her own knees and looking away from you. You recovered from the shock then, bringing your hand to her hair, and letting the soap sink into the water to put your hand over hers.

"How embarrassing for thousand-year-old mages to be wrong, I imagine." You said simply, stroking her skin gently. Wanda frowned, raising her tear-filled eyes to you.

"Do you think they are wrong?"

"Of course they are." You assure low. "You were never a bad person, and you certainly don't need anyone telling you who you should become next."

“B-but how can you be sure?” She asks unsurely, but you just smile, straightening to stand closer to her, placing your legs at her side.

"Because you're here, Wanda." You say putting your chin down on her knee. "When I think of you, I think of shy smiles and stolen touches between practices and studies. I think of that nose scrunch you do when you're concentrating or early morning confessions in my bed as you curl up in my body." You count sweetly, moving your hands to entwine with hers.

"I could never see you in any other way but the loveliest possible. They don't see that, and so they are just wrong about you." You say it as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Wanda wants to cry. She sniffles softly only, looking at you and trying to believe what she is saying.

"I read your letters." She confesses then because she thinks changing the subject might help her. You smile shyly at this, and although your hands remain entwined, you look away from hers.

"I wasn't sure I wanted you to see them." You return almost embarrassed. "They were more free thoughts than anything."

"I wish you had sent them."

You raise your gaze to hers, biting back a smile. "Really?"

"Really." She assures.

"What would you have answered?"

"Well, first of all, I would have had a little meltdown." She jokes making you laugh. "But I would have said that I missed you, and then that I felt the same way."

"Even for the older ones?" You ask and Wanda smiles warmly, releasing one of her hands to touch your face.

"I fell in love with you the moment I saw you." She confesses in a whisper."So angry and brave, blowing up the bars off my cell."

You laughed softly, recalling the memory vividly. "I should have been more tactful." You say. "You and Pietro wouldn't have escaped if I didn't arrive breaking everything and looking like an enemy."

Wanda shakes her head softly. "Maybe, but there's no way of knowing. I'm just glad we're here today."

"Me too." You agree, and Wanda smiles, staring at you with adoration that you return. Soon, she asks if she can soap you up too, and you smile shyly as you agree, releasing your hands to grope the water for the lost soap.

"It fell somewhere in here." You mutter distractedly but find something else. Wanda gasps softly as her fingers rub against the entrance to her intimacy suddenly, and blushing heavily you pull your hand away. "Sorry."

"That was a bad plan, Y/N." She then declares, and you frown slightly, but all coherent thought slips from your mind as Wanda moves to sit against you. The water from the tub drenches the floor with the change, but you couldn't care less, feeling Wanda's breasts brush over yours, affected sighs escaping your lips. "Getting us naked in a tub after days of not seeing each other properly. It's almost as if you were planning something else..." She explained as she put her hands on your shoulders, her gaze dark and full of second intentions like the smile she was biting back. "But I guess you were, weren't you, detka? Well, don't get shy now."

"Oh, baby, are you sure?" You asked affectedly, sinking your face against her neck and tightening your hands around her waist, feeling Wanda's body burn like your own. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"Believe me, I really want to." She assures with an affected sigh, and guides your face back to hers, capturing your lips in an intense kiss until she bites her bottom lip and pulls, drawing out a soft moan. "Take care of me."

With a nod, you kiss her again, but slowly though just as passionately, sliding your tongue into hers with precision, your hands moving down to her thighs. Wanda moans softly as she instinctively presses against you, and with the lack of obstacles, can feel your thigh firm against her.

Your hands steady themselves on her thighs, beginning to guide her slow movements against you, and Wanda chokes on the kiss, whimpering at the delicious friction. You take the opportunity to rest your forehead on hers, your lips brushing as you ask, "It's good like this, isn't it, sweetheart?" You ask guiding her movements, Wanda nods quickly, closing her eyes tightly as she feels the tightness in her abdomen squeeze.

"P-please don't stop." She asks breathlessly, trying to increase the speed and you smile as you move your hands to allow her to do so. Wanda hugs you, the movements faster and more intense now, the new angle making her choke on moans as she digs her nails into your back. She feels so good, her breasts pressing against yours, her body fitting together as she rides your thigh, her warm wetness being easy to distinguish in the tub.

"You're close, baby. Don't hold back." You guide in her ear as you feel the way she is throbbing on top of you, and Wanda whimpers, trying to reach her height against your thigh. When her movements start to get out of rhythm, and her body wants to stop, you take the lead, steadying your hands on her waist and guiding her thrusts.

She comes a few thrusts later, arching her back on top of you, and then sinks back against your body, joining your mouths in a messy, breathless kiss.

"You did so well." You praise as you break the kiss that she can barely reciprocate, your lips trailing over her face and neck. "So pretty."

"That was incredible." She confesses after a moment, trying to normalize her breathing. She can't stop smiling, her face as warm as the rest of her body. "Can we do it again?" She asks against your lips as soon as you turn your face to hers, and you give a little chuckle, nodding.

"As many times as you want." You assure her, and Wanda bites her lips before kissing you deeply.

It takes many minutes for you to leave the tub. It is the best bath you have ever had because Wanda steals kisses and intimate touches the whole time, until you are finally out of the tub, helping each other dry with the towels.

You and Wanda stumble back into the bedroom next, the towels slipping halfway down as your lips meet in passionate kisses again.

Wanda falls onto the bed first, pulling you onto her in a hurry, complaining about every second that she can't feel your body against hers. You melt into the kiss, sinking your bodies into each other without parting your mouths. Wanda can feel how ready she is to continue, a wave of heat in her lower abdomen that only tightens with the small friction of your thigh and the feel of your tongue on hers.

"Detka, please." She finds herself almost begging, her hands pushing you down and you give a small giggle against her lips, breaking the kiss to move down to her neck, applying a pressure that makes Wanda gasp in moans.

"So impatient." You comment as you feel Wanda's fingers pushing your head down again, the gentle tugging on your hair causing you to feel a delightful tug in your belly.

"Please." She asks again and you murmur in agreement, making your way down. Your mouth finds the valley of her breasts, and you take your fingers to her nipples, causing Wanda to arch her back on the bed. "Oh." She moans as she feels you stimulate them, and you continue to lower your face. When you find her wet intimacy, you grunt against her skin, being able to smell her and see her state clearly.

Your mouth advances against her the next second, and Wanda moans loudly, overwhelmed with so many sensations, your tongue teasing her folds and clit, spreading her wetness and hungrily devouring her, while your fingers stimulate and squeeze her breasts. She whimpers helplessly, feeling like she is going to burst with pleasure at any moment.

When she comes, screaming your name to the ceiling as she spills herself into your mouth, you don't stop, your tongue drawing patterns on her swollen, overstimulated clit as you fuck her slowly.

Wanda whimpers, looking down and meets your dark gaze, "Too much, baby..." She gasps breathlessly, her fingers weak in your hair, but you just move your hands down from her breasts to firm on her thighs, opening her up better for you without stopping your movements. And soon, you are getting a third orgasm from her, just as intense as the other two, the image of the girl twitching makes you vibrate against her, on the edge of your own climax with just the sounds.

When you climb back up, lying against Wanda as she recovers, you kiss her cheek and entwine your bodies together, kissing her cheek as she tries to normalize her breathing.

She moves after a moment, her fingers tracing drawings on your belly before she rests her chin on your chest to look at you. "Can we stay here forever?" she asks in a whisper.

"Yes." You answer without hesitation, moving your hand up her back to her face, brushing her sweaty hair out of the way as you look at her fondly. Wanda smiled, moving closer to kiss your lips tenderly.

"That was really amazing, baby." She comments as soon as she pulls apart, her eyes kind of lazy. "Now let me return the favor." She asked, her hands coming down, and honestly, you weren't going to object.

A few hours later, Wanda fell asleep against your neck. And even though your legs were still ticking deliciously, you forced yourself to move, climbing out of bed with the intention of preparing something to eat.

After grabbing pieces of clothing along the way, you walked out into the kitchen and made your way to the refrigerator.

"Y/N, you're home, great." Steve's voice made you jump in fright slightly. You turned around - still with cookies and jam in hand - and went to the counter, closing the refrigerator with your foot.

"Need anything, cap?" you asked curiously and decided it would be better to stay silent when Steve ran his eyes over the purple marks Wanda had left on your neck.

"Yes, we've had progress with the operation to find Rumlow." He clarified. "It's our best lead in two years."

"Oh, that's great." You say quickly, your hands busy setting up the tray of food. "Do we have a location?"

"Lagos, Nigeria. We leave in three days." Steve declares and places a file folder on the counter in front of you. You hesitate, and Steve notices. "Look, Sam told me that you've been thinking about prioritizing your relationship with Wanda now, and I support that I really do. But can I ask this one last favor?"

You sigh and force a smile at Steve. "Don't worry, cap, it's our job, isn't it?"

"Thanks, Y/N." He says. "It means a lot to me."

You smile, nodding at her. When you are alone in the kitchen again, you let out a long sigh. Your gaze falls between the tray of food and the operation file. You remember the sleeping image of Wanda on the bed and feel your chest tighten with longing even though you saw her only a few minutes ago.

Tucking the file under your arm, you pick up the tray and make your way back to the room. In the end, you would have to learn to balance what was important in your life, work and Wanda. You just hoped she would never forget that she sure was more important than anything else.

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Team Player: Chapter Seven

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

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The past four days had been slow for Eren and (Y/N). All the two have been doing is communicating ideas to help improve his teamwork, of course it was a lot of Eren disagreeing or saying it wouldn't work. (Y/N) assured him that it would help, and it would also give him some time for his ankle to heal.

It wasn't the easiest convincing Eren of all people, sometimes he didn't want to listen, but (Y/N) would tell him in the end it'd be worth it and he shouldn't be complaining, because it gets him nowhere.

Here they were, sitting in class talking about everything.

"How else could I change it? There aren't many ideas!" Eren complained, shrugging his shoulders.

(Y/N) sighed, rubbing her temples. "Look Eren, we'll figure it out soon. Just help me with this," she replied, scooching her chair closer to him. "Look this up for me please," she added, looking at the website she had jotted down.

Eren sighed in annoyance and opened his laptop to the slideshow. Most of it was already done by (Y/N), because of their deal. It was itching at Eren at how much he wanted to change about it, all of it looked so fancy, and he just wanted to restart.

"(Y/N), Eren, how is the project going?" Professor Ackerman asked, approaching their table.

She rubbed the back of her neck. "Uh.. it's going well!" she replied, smiling nervously at her professor.

His face remained stoic as he shrugged. "I hope it goes well, this is worth your grade. Keep up the good work," he replied, walking towards another table.

(Y/N) sighed with relief as she turned towards Eren, who had a giant smirk on his face.

"What?!" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

He chuckled a bit. "Oh nothin', you seemed so scared of Professor Ackerman over there. You looked like you were gonna fall over," he said, smirking again.

(Y/N) felt heat grow onto her cheeks. "I wasn't scared! He's just a hard teacher to pass, that's all. God, shut up!" she said, rolling her eyes at him.

Eren laughed again, smirking in the process. "Whatever you say princess," he replied in a teasing voice.

She looked at him again with an annoyed expression. "Will you shut up with that nickname? It's so gross! Ugh," she said, turning her face away.

"Is that why your face is all heated up? I can tell, but nah I like that name for you. It's funny," he said, chuckling.

(Y/N) gave him the middle finger, covering her face. "Can we just focus?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

Eren leaned back in his chair. "Yeah fine… but we need to figure out ways to improve my 'teamwork' or whatever," he said, looking towards her. "We don't have much time until the championship game," he added.

(Y/N) furrowed her brows and turned towards him. "When is that game?" she asked, nodding her head.

"I don't know, my coach never exactly knows those dates until we win the game," he replied, sitting up. "I'm certain it's soon so we have to get something done," he added.

She nodded, looking at her phone. "How about tomorrow I come by your dorm, we can do this idea. It may work," she said, looking up at him.

"At my dorm huh? (Y/N) I never took you as that type," Eren said, smirking.

She smacked his head, causing him to almost fall out of his chair. "Can you not? I'm trying to explain, and I'm not talking about that stuff. Just wait until we hangout," she said, rolling her eyes.

He rubbed the side of his head. "Okay fine! I was just messing with you," he said.

She sighed. "God you're a pain in the ass," she said, looking back towards her laptop.

Eren crossed his arms. "Whatever you say (Y/N)," he replied, looking around the classroom.

"Class is over! Be sure to finish your projects," Professor Ackerman yelled.

Eren and (Y/N) stood up, exiting class together. "I'll see you tomorrow then?" she said, nodding her head.

He smiled. "Yeah! Do you need my dorm number?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

She looked on her phone. "Yeah I actually do," she replied.

Eren took his phone out, going to send her a message. "There ya go!" he said, looking down at her. "It isn't too far from yours," he added.

(Y/N) looked down at his message. "Yeah, it's pretty close actually. I'll probably come by around 6 or 7, because that's when my classes end." she explained, putting her phone into her pocket.

He nodded. "Sounds like a plan!" he said, going in the opposite direction. "See you tomorrow," he added, turning to walk away.

(Y/N) smiled, shaking her head as he walked away. Who knew he could be such an idiot, but cute at the same time? She hated thinking Eren was attractive, but she couldn't exactly say he wasn't charming. His brunette hair tied up in a bun, his hands, his height, those piercing green eyes, the cologne he wore, and those broad shoulders.

God, why was she thinking of him that way? It's Eren Jaeger. The asshole who ruined her reputation.

(Y/N) pushed the thoughts out of her head, and made her way back to her dorm. She silently prayed that tomorrow would be a good day, and hopefully Eren doesn't act like an ass towards her.

The next day seemed to fly by for the two, Eren didn't have practice so he had a bunch of free time to get ready for (Y/N) to come by his dorm. For some reason, he felt extra? He re-did his bed which was out of the ordinary, he took a shower, he even put on extra cologne.

It was out of the ordinary for sure, Eren never usually got this ready for someone. He usually would just leave things the way they are, but it felt different.

Weird how he got extra for (Y/N) out of all people, the two never got along before, and it surprised Armin when he mentioned it. Armin stated that he should be thankful for her help, and he should feel blessed that a person like her even agreed. Considering what happened three years ago.

Eren was laying on his bed, the time on his phone reading 6:38 P.M. Eren remembered that her classes went a bit later, since she was a smart student. She was similar to Armin, having classes at weird hours of the day while others just did the usual morning to afternoon classes.

His phone suddenly vibrated. He grabbed it, opening the message.

(Y/N): hey um, are we meeting up? I just wanted to ask.

Eren: yeah we are, you can come by rn.

(Y/N): okay great! i'm on my way.

Eren sighed sitting up to fix his hair, he tied it into a messy bun, and sprayed some cologne on as he waited for her to arrive. His mind wandered to what ideas she had to fix his teamwork skills, was it the project? He didn't have any idea what she meant.

A sudden knock came from the door. Eren stood up, making his way over and opening it to see (Y/N) standing there with her backpack.

"Hey.. come in," he said, moving so could enter his dorm.

(Y/N) entered and looked around his dorm. "Nice dorm," she said, smiling a bit. "I'm going to finish the project first then we'll get onto my idea," she added, putting her backpack down.

Eren shut the door and went to his side of the bed. "Alright.. sounds cool," he replied, crossing his legs on his bed. "Are you sure you don't need help?" he asked.

She looked up from her laptop. "Yeah I'm fine.. just give me a few minutes," she replied, opening her folder and grabbing her paper.

Eren looked at the slideshow as she edited it and added information. He watched the way her eyes squinted or the way she chewed her lip, Eren couldn't help but stare. She looked kind of.. cute.

"Eren! I need you to look at this really quick," she said, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He shook his head, going to look at the slide she was at. He read through the information she put, he looked back up to see her eyes on his.

"Does it look fine?" she asked, nodding her head.

Eren leaned back against the wall. "Yeah! That looks fine, but are you sure you don't need any help?" he asked, raising a brow.

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest. "Do I need to remind you of the deal? Trust me Eren I got this, just sit back and let me finish this." she replied, looking back down at her laptop.

He sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Okay fine.." he mumbled, looking around the room.

Within a few minutes she finished the rest of the presentation, she felt satisfied with the project. Hopefully Eren wouldn't pull what he did freshmen year and fuck it over, that's why she decided to submit it as early as she could so no new changes could be made without the professor noticing.

"Alright.. done!" she said, closing her laptop.

Eren sat up and clicked his phone off. "So what now? What did you want to do?" he asked, nodding at her.

She looked over at him. "So I know this sounds odd.. but it's a good way to help with your teamwork. Do you mind if we clean your dorm?" she asked, grabbing her backpack.

His brows furrowed. "Clean my room? How is that going to help me?" he asked.

She sighed. "It involves teamwork if it's the two of us and there are a few ways it helps. It helps communicate, share ideas, and it can be useful," she replied. "Trust me, it was either this or we go find people to play football with." she added, taking out some trash bags.

Eren looked at the stuff on his bed. "If you say so.." he mumbled and stood up.

The two began to clean his side of the dorm, (Y/N) was a bit surprised seeing how his side wasn't actually that dirty, but it still needed a lot of work. Eren was tossing out some garbage that was under his bed, while (Y/N) sorted through his dresser and table.

"You got ibuprofen as your pain killers?" she asked, holding the bottle.

Eren looked over and nodded. "Yeah that's what the nurse gave me," he replied.

She chuckled a bit. "No wonder you aren't healed, these are baby painkillers. You need some Tylenol," she said, putting the bottle back onto the dresser.

Eren tossed the bag of garbage onto the floor, he tossed a few things off his nightstand and put them onto his bed.

"Should I do my bed?" he asked, looking over at (Y/N).

She looked over at it. "Furniture first! Your bed should be last," she replied, turning back to his dresser. "Eren, can you give me the cleaner?" she asked.

Eren grabbed the cleaner and walked up behind her. She turned around and her breath hitched, she forgot how tall Eren had gotten. His breath slightly fanned over her face.

"Here," he replied, going back to his nightstand.

Her heart raced a bit. She turned back to his dresser and sprayed the lemon scented cleaner onto it, she wiped it up and tossed it into the garbage bag.

(Y/N) began to place back some of the items on his dresser, she looked at the different football trophies he had or the photos of his family. She vaguely remembered the mention of a sister, Mikasa was it? She placed the frame back onto the dresser and turned towards Eren.

He was on his phone watching something.

She walked over and grabbed it. "Come on! Let's keep going," she said and put his phone on his dresser.

He sighed in annoyance. "Why is this so hard?" he asked with a whine.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "It isn't that hard Eren. You're just lazy right now," she replied. "Come on, let's do your bed." she added and walked towards the end of his bed.

He stood up and threw the sheets off his bed.

"Someone's aggressive," (Y/N) said, picking up his comforter.

Eren rolled his eyes playfully. "I just wanna get this over with," he replied, walking to the other side of his bed.

"Here.. tuck this in on your side," she said and flipped the sheet towards him.

Eren grabbed the ends of the sheet, lifting the mattress a bit as he tucked the sheet under it. (Y/N) did the same.

Within a few minutes his bed was made and his side of the dorm was clean. Eren was surprised at how clean it was, it hadn't been this clean since he first moved in three years ago. He felt a bit tired from all the cleaning.

"Toss me my phone," (Y/N) said and walked towards Eren.

He handed the cellphone to her, she opened her timer app and nodded.

"What?" Eren asked and raised a brow.

She smiled a bit. "I timed this whole thing.. we got it done in less than an hour," she replied, showing her phone to him.

He raised his brows in surprise. "Damn.. it takes me usually about an hour or more," he said.

(Y/N) giggled a bit. "See? That's what I was trying to teach you. Working with someone else can get things done quicker, and we did organize a lot of your stuff which shared ideas," she replied.

Eren fully understood what she was trying to do now, it didn't seem so bad afterall.

"That makes a lot of sense," he said, chuckling a bit. "But uh.. thank you for helping me with my room," he added and smiled at her.

She couldn't help but admire his nice smile, his teeth were pearly white. "O-Oh! Yeah totally, it was no problem." she said, looking away as her cheeks heated up.

They sat there for a while, staring at each other.

"Uh.. I should get going. It's getting pretty late," (Y/N) said, breaking the silence between them.

Eren blinked a bit. "Oh yeah totally.. um, do you want me to walk you back? It can be dangerous you know," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah sure.. that'd be nice," she said and grabbed her backpack off the floor.

The two stood up, Eren put his slides on and followed (Y/N) out the door. He exited the doors of his residence halls with her, she shivered a bit as the cooler air hit her skin.

"Cold huh?" he asked, laughing a bit as he watched her attempt to warm herself.

She smiled a bit. "Yeah.. I kind of miss summer," she replied and looked down at the ground.

Eren nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets. "I miss it too but I love fall, it's football season." he said and smiled at the thought of the sport.

They got to the residence hall that she stayed in, Eren opened the door for her and watched as she made her way inside. Eren followed her down the hall to her dorm, he remembered her number like the back of his hand.

She stopped as she got to the door. "Well I hoped helping you did something," she said, smiling a bit.

Eren chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah it did in a way," he replied, staring down at her.

They stared at each other again. Something inside Eren was tempting him to do something to her, not something bad, he was tempted to..

"Thanks for walking me back. It means a lot," she said, breaking Eren out of his thoughts.

He shook his head. "Uh yeah! No problem, I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, nodding his head.

She smiled. "Yeah totally, be careful. Don't fall," she said, giggling a bit.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "I haven't fallen yet, but thanks for the concern princess" he said, chuckling at her nickname.

(Y/N) slapped his arm and opened her dorm door. "Shut up," she said and laughed.

"Alright whatever, see ya" Eren said, waving at her.

"Goodnight," (Y/N) replied, shutting the door to her dorm.

Eren sighed as he left her residence hall, he was tempted. He was so tempted to just lean down and…

Nevermind.

(Y/N) lied down on her bed, she couldn't get Eren out of her mind. Yeah it was normal to think of him usually, but this was different. She thought of him on a daily basis, she was kind of disappointed to see him leave her dorm. She wanted him to stay for some reason.

Something in her wanted Eren around.

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noona-clock · 5 years ago

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Him

Genre: College!AU, Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jinyoung x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 1,685

“And that’s all I got for you today, folks,” your professor announced before closing his laptop and ending the slideshow presentation. “Class dismissed.”

A low buzz of activity suddenly filled the lecture hall as your fellow classmates began to pack up their bags and then make their way to the door. Once you slipped your laptop into your backpack, you followed them, sidling down your row of seats and loping down the stairs.

Before you reached the door, though, your professor called out your name. “One second,” he said.

Your brow furrowed slightly, and you gripped one strap of your backpack as you turned toward him. “Yes, sir?”

“Are you still interested in a TA position?”

The wrinkle in your forehead suddenly smoothed out as your eyebrows rose. “Oh -- yes. Yes, absolutely.”

Last week, you’d asked your professor if he would need a teaching assistant for this class next semester. Unfortunately, he’d said ‘no’ at the time, but maybe now he’d changed his mind!

Your parents’ business had run into some financial trouble recently, so you would have to pay your own way through school from now on -- but it was way too late to apply for a scholarship this year, which meant you had to find a job. And fast.

Obviously, you would work retail or in one of the campus food halls if you had to, but a TA position was perfect for you and your organizational skills -- especially for a professor in the literature department.

“A colleague of mine was talking about needing one, so I thought I would tip you off,” he continued, and while it was little disappointing he didn’t need one himself, you couldn’t afford to be picky right now!

...You actually couldn’t afford anything.

“Thank you so much,” you replied, shooting him a hopeful grin. “That would be perfect.”

Your professor reached for a sheet of paper on the lecture stand and handed it to you. “It’s Professor Stewart, he teaches Medieval Literature.”

Well. Your major was British Literature, but hey. Britain was around in Medieval times, so you could totally follow along with the curriculum.

Hopefully.

You took the application from him, and he gave you Professor Stewart’s office room number before you thanked him again and headed out the door.

You decided to fill it out now so you wouldn’t get caught up in your studies and forget, so after exiting the lecture hall, you made a beeline to one of the study rooms in the literature building.

After scratching down your information and answering all of the questions in your favorite green ink pen, you hurried out of the study room and made your way to the offices on the second floor.

You searched the small numbers on the side of each door, looking for the one your professor had given you not even fifteen minutes ago. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw another figure coming down the hallway from the opposite end, walking toward you, so you stepped over just a bit to the side so he -- or she -- could get past you.

But when you found the office number you were looking for and stopped walking... so did the other person.

You shifted your gaze to look at this other person, quickly realizing it was a him.

And... a very handsome him.

“Excuse me,” he murmured, and you once again stepped to the side so he could get past you.

But he stepped to the side at the same time, like he was allowing you to get by.

“Sorry,” you chuckled awkwardly, now taking a step to the other side.

...But he did the exact same thing.

“I -- I’m trying to get to this office, actually,” you explained, your lips curved into a very clumsy grin.

“Oh,” the guy replied as his brow furrowed. “...So am I.”

And it was then you noticed he had a piece of paper in his hand just like you did.

“Are --” you gulped. “Are you applying for the --”

“TA position for Professor Stewart,” he finished. “Yes.”

You shifted your weight slightly and let out another awkward chuckle. “Me -- me too. I really need a job, and who wants to wash dishes in the dining hall, right?”

You weren’t sure why, but you anticipated the same sort of reaction from him. He would let out a nervous laugh, smile a bit anxiously, and wish you luck.

Instead, you got raised eyebrows. You got a very serious expression.

And you got, “I have the highest GPA in the department, and I’ve taken two of Professor Stewart’s classes before. You should probably just recycle that, if I’m being honest.”

It took everything in you not to jerk your head back with surprise.

But you did knit your brows together and say, “Excuse me?” in a very annoyed and confused tone.

“I’m going to get the job.”

You just kind of... stared at him for a few moments before letting out a disbelieving laugh. “What makes you so sure? My professor seems to think --”

“I already said,” he interrupted. “I have the highest GPA in the department. Professor Stewart knows me. He knows how impeccable my work is, there’s no reason why he wouldn’t accept me.”

“My work is impeccable, too!” you scoffed.

“Trust me. As soon as he sees my name on the application --” The guy turned his piece of paper around and tapped on his name.

Park Jinyoung.

“He won’t have to even look at yours.”

“Okay, getting hired simply because the boss knows you is called ‘nepotism.’ You know that, right?” you reminded him, trying your absolute best not to sneer at him.

One corner of Jinyoung’s mouth quirked, and he murmured, “Well, at least your vocabulary skills aren’t lacking.”

All right -- it was time to ask a question you should’ve asked about two minutes ago. “I’m sorry, do we know each other?”

Jinyoung immediately shook his head.

You narrowed your eyes in confusion, your forehead even more wrinkled than it had been just a few moments ago. “Do you always treat people you’ve just met like this?”

I mean! The guy was being incredibly arrogant and had just insulted you! ‘Well, at least your vocabulary skills aren’t lacking.’ Who says that without even knowing someone’s name?!

Jinyoung looked at you as if you were just a little bit crazy before he let out a soft chuckle and answered you. “No, of course not.”

“Ah, so I’m just that lucky,” you retorted, barely holding yourself back from rolling your eyes.

“Not it when it comes to getting this TA position.”

You actually laughed at that. You had to! Because the nerve of him! It was so ridiculous that you had to laugh -- otherwise, you probably would have punched him. And there was a good chance Professor Stewart would have found out about it which would have definitely hurt your chances of getting the position.

“I guess we’ll leave that up to Professor Stewart,” you countered with pursed lips. You reached over to open up the mail slot in Professor Stewart’s office door and slid your application through.

If Jinyoung had been a normal person -- meaning polite and not a total asshole -- you would have held the thin, metal flap open for him so he could slide his application in, too.

But he wasn’t a normal person. He wasn’t polite. He was a total asshole.

So, you didn’t hold it open for him.

You let it close with a fairly loud clang, turned on your heel, and strode away from him with your head held as high it could possibly be.

It wasn’t until you stepped outside of the literature building that you let out an extremely frustrated groan. Honestly, you felt like clenching your fists and stomping your feet, too -- but you would hold off on giving into those urges until you got back to your apartment.

Seriously, though! You had never in your life met someone so irritating and arrogant and annoying and handsome and aggravating and presumptuous as that guy! That -- that Park Jinyoung.

Ugh!

Hopefully -- if there was some higher being out there in the universe -- you would never run into him again. You hadn’t run into him before today, so it stood to reason that the odds of seeing him after today were pretty slim.

As you marched toward the nearest bus stop on your apartment complex’s route, you realized -- he hadn’t even asked you what your name was. You hadn’t given it to him, and even if he had asked, you probably wouldn’t have answered.

The fact he didn’t know your name was a pretty good sign that he probably wasn’t fuming about you as you were about him. So, you would let yourself be bothered on the bus ride home, and then you would stop.

You would stop thinking about his arrogance. His stupid little smirk. His dumb face. My word, did he have a dumb face. Just thinking about it made you even more angry than you already were.

But what put the icing on your angry cake?

His dumb face was just so perfect.

How sad that his extremely good looks -- and I mean extremely -- were wasted on someone with that personality!

Okay, you should probably just stop thinking about him now. The bus ride was far too long to let your thoughts go on like this. The bus wasn’t even here yet.

So, you took off your backpack and plopped down onto the bench with a sigh.

That was it. No more thinking about -- no, you wouldn’t even think his name. No more thinking about him. Instead, you would think about an email to draft and send to Professor Stewart once you got home. That was definitely more worth your time than... him.

In fact, by tomorrow, you were pretty sure you would forget all about him!

Yep.

Totally!

He would be 100% completely and utterly and positively forgotten.

Part 2

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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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Superior Specimen - Chapter 2

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1,

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex

I do not operate a tag list, but please follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, as you will then be notified whenever i post something new.

I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Superior Specimen – Chapter 2

You were thankful you were on the late shift the next day, you’d taken matters into your own hands again whilst in bed the night before, using your fingers and toys to make yourself cum again and again, each time images of Henry clouding your mind. Your stomach muscles ached from the amount of times you’d abused them with powerful orgasms, but it gave you a pleasant reminder as you trotted up the steps to the staff entrance of the museum.

With your personal belongings secured in your locker, your name badge and security pass clipped to the chest of your blouse, you made your way through the building until you reached the main atrium… and stopped.

To your surprise the place was packed, not just with visitors, but with staff setting out velvet ropes and areas to control the crowds. Squeezing past a large group of excited school kids and their teachers you finally made it to the desk, raising an eyebrow at your co-worker;

“What’s going on?”

“It’s that presentation today… you know, the new dig that found the new species of Theropod. They’re announcing the plans for the new installation in a few weeks, got most of the archaeologists that were on the Russian expedition here today too”

“Oh… I had forgotten that was today” you were surprised at yourself for forgetting, it had after all been on the staff agenda for a couple of weeks. Your co-worker handed you a printout of the days schedule, and glancing down it you saw a few points for the preparation that hadn’t yet been crossed off; “Do they still need the handouts in the presentation space?”

“Oh yeah… someone’ll need to run them up in a few minutes”

“I’ll take them”

“Great” your co-worker turned and smiled at more visitors that were heading towards the desk whilst you bent down and checked through the boxes of various leaflets and handouts that were stored under the desk, only hearing her as she spoke to whoever had arrived;

“Dr Cavill, so good to see you back again”

“Oh, you know, it’s good to be back in these old hallways, feels like home”

You froze, you recognised that voice. Your co-worker tapped you on your shoulder;

“Hey, get up here, I need to introduce you!” she said excitedly.

Taking a deep breath you stood and turned, straightening your blouse as you watched Henry look at you and the realisation hit of who you were, he however managed to hide it well, just a faint blush dusting across his face as he held out a large hand to you;

“It’s a pleasure to meet you”

Taking it you tried not to smirk - or giggle, laugh, or cry - as you shook his hand, unable to get over how huge it was and how it practically swamped your own average sized one;

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Sir”

Noticing how he seemed to suck one cheek in, as if biting it from the inside, he nodded to the box you had previously lifted onto the desk;

“Everything sorted for the presentation?”

“Just need to get the handouts into the displays on the 3rd floor”

“Here, let me carry that for you”

As the pair of you walked up the main staircase beside each other, the crowds seem to part like a sea as Henry headed towards them, the heavy box of paper tucked under one arm as he carried it with ease. Once you reached the third floor he made straight for the presentation area, unclipping the velvet rope with his free hand and letting you pass, before hooking it back again behind the pair of you.

In the quiet vestibule of the upper floor you could see where large screens hung from the ceiling, projectors in the roof rolling a series of slideshows of the dig and the finds, and plans for the new exhibition. He slid the box onto the table before turning, his hands on your hips as he pushed you against the wall, hidden from view. Without a word his lips were on yours and you were opening willingly as his tongue pushed against them, tasting you. His grip on your hips was gentle yet firm, and as he slid his hands up your torso his thumbs pressed against the underside of your breasts through your clothing, and yet the heat from them almost seared your skin. Your senses were bombarded by him, by his touch, by the feel of his hard body against you, by the rich warm tones of his aftershave.The arousal in you was already building, and as you involuntarily clenched your stomach muscles you let out a whimper causing Henry to pull away;

“Are you ok? Was that too much too soon?”

Resting a hand on the back of his neck you smiled at him;

“No, not too much… but you’re turning me on and my stomach hurts from making myself come so many times last night thinking of you…”

“Oh… well how about…”

Suddenly he spun you 180º, his arms wrapping around your body before he splayed his huge hands out over your stomach, the heat of his palms soothing your aching muscles like a walking heat pad, holding you tight to his body as his lips brushed against your ear;

“Can’t have you hurting Princess”

“Hmmn, no we can’t”

He pressed a series of light kisses to your earlobe and the side of your neck and you found yourself grinding your ass back against the growing bulge that was pressing against you. Clearing your throat your voice was quiet as you spoke;

“You didn’t say you were attached to the Museum”

“I’m sorry...” he slowly turned you until you were facing him; “I should have said from the start, I’m on the board of directors… it was wrong, but there you were, so damn beautiful, unbelievably smart… your comments on the digs feed helped with so many identifications, and then you get a job at the same museum…”

“I guess it’s something we should probably talk about more, but I’m going to need to be getting back to my job soon, Sir”

Henry let out a low growl at the use of 'Sir', pulling you flush with his body;

“I’ll look forward to you calling me Sir outside of work soon”

“Promises promises…”

You grinned and kissed him again, before pulling away and glancing down, smirking when you saw the impressive swelling at the front of the khaki trousers;

“You might need to calm down before the press sees you, Sir”

He lightly swatted your ass, his handspan covering an entire buttcheek;

“You get back to the desk, I’ll sort the handouts… call you later?”

Nodding you grinned and turned the corner, ducking under the velvet rope and smiling to yourself as you returned to your duties.

The day had flown by and even on the late shift the Museum was busy right up to closing time, the front doors closed to stop any more visitors from entering, and you made an announcement over the public address system in multiple languages that any remaining visitors would need to leave within the following 30 minutes. Setting the handset back onto the cradle you sighed and sat down in the chair, your co-worker smiling at you;

“A few of us are going for drinks after work, fancy coming?”

With a smile you nodded;

“Sounds good”

At that moment you looked up and saw Henry descending the large staircase, surrounded by a group of VIP’s that had attended the presentation. They paused in the foyer under the Blue Whale skeleton that hung from the ceiling, whilst Henry approached your desk with a smile;

“Afternoon Ladies, would you be able to arrange a cab for our group of VIP's? They have a booking for dinner”

With a smile you nodded and dialled for the corporate booking line of Addison Lee, arranging for two 8-seater mini-buses to collect from the side street of the Museum. As you went through the details on the phone Henry made small talk with your colleague;

“I hope the presentation didn’t make you lovely ladies too busy today?”

“Not at all Dr Cavill, we had a huge number of people sign up for the newsletter release”

He nodded;

“We’ll arrange for a few of bottles of champers for your team today”

She grinned and nodded to you;

“Oh, we’re more Gin girl’s Dr Cavill, we’re hitting Soho tonight”

He let out a low laugh as you hung up, sliding the requisition approval form across the desk;

“If you could just sign the expense approval form, Sir”

Signing the form, you watched as his hands moved slowly and surely, before handing the pen back to you;

“Don’t get into too much trouble then Ladies”

“Only a little bit…” you grinned.

Your evening had been fun. In the deep summer London heat the group of you had eaten outside a small street-food place before heading to a lively bar, and three double gin & tonic’s later you were standing on the patio as the sun started to set over the noisy city. Finishing your drink you announced you were heading home, one of your co-workers agreeing as you were both on shift tomorrow - although the late one - and said your goodbyes to everyone else.

As you wove your way through the busy nightlife of Soho, you saw the taxi rank ahead and escorted your co-worker there, hailing her a cab as she giggled in her drunken state. Giving the driver her address as she crawled into the back seat, she insisted she would message you once home, and you were relieved you’d managed to snag a female cab driver for her. Turning and waving her off you smiled when you looked down the taxi rank and saw Henry surrounded by a group of somewhat inebriated VIP’s, trying to organise them but having little success. Seeing you he gave you puppy dog eyes and mouthed ‘help’, and you approached with a grin on your face;

“Dr Cavill, was a lovely surprise Sir… you seem to be having a spot of trouble though…”

The group surrounding him started to recognise you, having signed most of them in for their visit to the Museum earlier, and were greeted by a chorus of drunken hello’s. Henry called out over the top of the drunken rabble;

“I’m trying to get them into cabs, but the cabs will only drop off at one place”

“Leave it with me” you winked at him before whistling loudly with two fingers to get the crowd’s attention; “Where is everyone staying?”

Through everyone talking at the same time you gathered that most were at The Dorchester, whilst some had opted for the Hilton at Marble Arch. You quickly started to herd the VIP’s into black cabs, speaking to the drivers and getting them to arrange with the valets at each hotel to have the fares billed to the VIP’s rooms.

When the last cab pulled away Henry stood beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders;

“That was amazing, you did in 5 minutes what I’d spent half an hour trying to do”

Turning you realised you face was inches from his, and the kiss that followed was natural and tender, his hand straying to your hip where he pulled you flush with his body.

When you finally broke apart you both had huge grins plastered across your faces, his voice deep and rough;

“Let me buy you a drink”

“Just one… I’ve had a few already and actually have to work tomorrow”

“Just the one” he promised, slipping his huge hand around yours, and you walked hand in hand to a nearby bar.

Chapter 3 >>>

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voiceless-terror · 4 years ago

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Proficient in PowerPoint (The Magnus Archives)

Summary:

“Why are there so many animations?” Jon tapped his foot impatiently through the unnecessarily arduous process of getting to the next page. “I’m not a child. This is for Elias, not a primary school.”

“I thought they looked nice…” Martin said softly, shuffling his feet. “I can take them out, if you’d like-”

“They’re wonderful Martin, don’t listen to him."

Jon has to make a presentation for Elias. Sasha, Tim, and Martin help, with dubious results.

“It’s standard procedure, Jon. Every new department head does a presentation.” “But I-” Jon left off with a sigh. Being called up to his boss’s office at the beginning of the day to be informed that he would be making a presentation to all of his intimidating colleagues (and superiors, if he were being honest) was not the way Jon wanted to start his Monday. Besides, what was he going to say? How could he explain this mess of an Archive that was currently under his command? That he didn’t really know what an Archivist did, and that when he googled the position it didn’t seem anything like what Elias had described? He might as well get in front of the room, announce his resignation and go home. Somedays this felt like the best course of action.

He’d heard the whispers following the email announcing his promotion to Head Archivist. “Him?” was said more than once. A few scoffs, a few appraising eyes from the other department heads who were all at least a decade older than him. Even Sasha and Tim had given him a sort of silent treatment, only speaking to him in short sentences and one-word answers in the weeks that immediately followed.

Elias seemed to sense his unease. “It doesn’t have to be long. Just a rundown, a simple assessment of the Archives as they are and what you plan on implementing during your tenure. Perhaps a little about you and your team. Introduce yourself. Everyone’s eager to learn a bit more about you.” Jon very much doubted that.

“Well the Archives, in my “assessment,” are currently a mess.” His candor was not appreciated. Elias was not amused.

“A mess that you’re going to fix,” Elias gave him a withering glance. “I assumed you could handle this, but if that’s not the case-”

“No, I-” He sighed again, the only sound he was capable of making. “Al-Alright. You said it was this Friday, correct?”

“Yes!” Elias gave him a brief smile and ushered him out of the door with a hand on his shoulder, signaling the conversation was over. “Let me know if you have any issues. Not that you will, of course.” Of course.

The door shut behind him and Rosie gave him a sympathetic look from her seat. “You hang in there, alright? You’ll do just fine.” Either Jon looked that pathetic, or Rosie truly did eavesdrop on every conversation.

Perhaps a bit of both.

__________

It was Wednesday evening and Jon was staring at a blank screen.

Everyone else was packing up for the day while he sat in his chair, stewing over what words to write. He should be recording statements like Elias wanted, not putting together some bureaucratic nonsense so the others could ‘get to know him and his plans.’ He didn’t really have a plan for the Archives besides digitization, and even that was going disastrously. Should he even mention the tapes? He’d likely be met with scorn and laughter. Elias may find them promising, but anyone who took one look at their equipment said otherwise. Google told him that he should share fun facts about the team but that seemed highly unprofessional. Who cared that he liked to watch documentaries in what little spare time he had? Instead, he’d written a very bare-bones outline of what he’d like to say but for some reason typing it out was impossible. The only thing he’d managed to get was a layout and font in neutral, unobtrusive colors. This was very important to him.

“Still stuck on the presentation, Jon?”

Sasha was leaning against the doorway with a gentle smile on her face. She knew how hard it was for Jon to get his thoughts together sometimes and was always a sympathetic ear when it got particularly bad. She seemed to have finally settled into her role (whatever that may be) and was talking to him more and more. Though no one in the department had any experience in archiving, Sasha at least had more concrete ideas.

“Yes, I’m just-” he sighed, taking his glasses off and rubbing his temples to ward off the approaching headache. “I’ve got no idea what he wants. What is a ‘rundown’ and how can I have one with the Archives like...this?” He gestured to his mess of an office, currently drowning in paper and cardboard boxes.

“Well, what do you have so far?” Jon grimaced and handed over his notebook, filled with messy scribbles and half-finished ideas. Sasha skimmed it and made a few promising noises; Jon hated the part of himself that sought her approval. She finished and looked up with a grin. “How about you let me have a go at it? You know I love this sort of thing, and then you’ll have some time to record that statement tomorrow, hm?”

“I-really? Would that be okay? I don’t want you to have to- I mean, it’s my job.”

“I’m your assistant, Jon,” she interrupted with a placating hand. “So let me assist you!” Her offer seemed very genuine. Jon was loath to ask for help or admit to trouble even in the best of cases, but Sasha had a way of wearing him down with one well-placed smile. He decided to take the hand offered.

“Thank you, Sasha. Really.” He leaned back in his chair and gave her a grateful smile, glad for any progress made on the project.

“And it’s no problem. Really.” She tucked his notebook into her bag and gave a cheerful nod. “I’ll show you what we come up with!”

______

Jon yawned into his fist for the fourth time in an hour. The Amy Patel statement wouldn’t record on the computer so unfortunately he brought out the tape recorder. For some reason every time he recorded to tape he came away exhausted and anxious, unsettled by the words he spoke. Luckily he managed to get to the follow up recorded without too many interruptions- usually one of his assistants would come banging on the door and he’d be forced to start over for the sake of professionalism.

“Knock knock!”

Speak of the devil. Tim grinned at him from the doorway, Martin standing close behind him.

“Yes?” he asked shortly, straightening the files on his desk. “Do you need something?”

“Your presentation, as requested!” Tim bestowed upon him a flash drive with much pomp and circumstance. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh! Er, I thought I gave that to Sasha?” He looked in surprise at the device before him. He wasn’t expecting them to actually finish everything- he also wasn’t expecting anyone but Sasha to help him out. If Tim and Martin helped out as well... “I’ll uh, check it out in a few moments, thank you.

“But I want to show you now, boss!” Tim’s voice reached the whiny pitch that he knew Jon loathed. He sighed however, and plugged it in. After a few moments a window popped open, with a file labeled Jonny’s First Work Presentation. He rolled his eyes while Tim snickered. I’ll need to change that before the meeting…

The file looked...hellish, to say the least. Jon spied on the first few slides a strange and ugly gradient background that faded from bright green to black, along with garish rainbow WordArt. He was almost afraid to click on anything, lest it blind him or inspire a seizure.

“It’s really best viewed in slideshow mode,” Tim nudged Jon’s hand out of the way and made it so, the full screen now proudly showing the title page- Jonathan Sims’ New and Improved Archives!! Martin and Tim leaned in over his shoulder, the latter clearly excited to showcase his work. That’s never good.

“That’s far too many exclamation points, Tim.”

“There are never enough exclamation points, Jon.”

The next slide came in with a sort of shutter effect that did nothing to minimize the horrendous resizing done on the Magnus Institute logo, which had been stretched to fit almost the entire page and was unrecognizable due to pixilation. Jon gritted his teeth. “This is unnecessary.”

“Wow, everyone’s a critic,” Tim rolled his eyes.

“I-I can probably find a logo with better resolution,” Martin offered timidly. Jon had almost forgotten he was in the room.

The next pages were not much better- the Oxford English Dictionary’s definition of ‘archive,’ the audio pronunciation for it had a page to itself. There were several collages of books and artifacts (these looked handmade, as if someone had copy and pasted several finds from google images). Jon felt his anger grow with each laborious click. Was this someone’s idea of a joke? Where was Sasha? “Is there anything of actual substance in this?” he asked, huffing as the current slide disintegrated out of view in a dramatic fashion.

“God, so impatient! We’re building up to it.” A few more clicks. They got to a page covered with cartoon ghosts and nothing else. “Watch this!” With a click the ghosts all flew away, a clunky piece of animation that revealed Jonathan Sims’ Plan of ATTACK!!

“I did that one,” Martin announced in his ear with not a little pride.

The ‘plan of attack’ included bullet points (which were also little ghosts) regarding the new digitization and accessibility project in clear, cogent prose which must have been the work of Sasha. The rest, however- random paragraphs about ‘synergy’ and ‘dynamic team players’- was clearly unsalvageable and designed to make him the laughing stock of the institute.

“I can’t...this is unusable, Tim!”

“Keep reading! There’s good content there. God, there’s no accounting for taste these days, is there Martin?” Martin did not answer. What could Martin have said? Each page was worse than the last- the current slide had only a picture of what looked to be an ancient Egyptian scroll and nothing else.

“This is the definition of unusable.”

“No it’s not!” Tim argued though he was on the verge of laughter. He was smiling, clearly enjoying the entire scenario. “Look, I even put a ‘Meet the Team’ section-” He clicked through the slides, each piece of text gliding across the screen in an obnoxious star pattern.

“I thought they looked nice…” Martin said softly, shuffling his feet. “I can take them out, if you’d like-”

“They’re wonderful Martin, don’t listen to him,” Tim had finally reached the first slide of his ‘Meet the Team’ section. Instead of starting with Jon it began with an incredibly large photo of Tim, smiling and winking at the camera. Naturally.

“Tim Stoker: A Gentleman and a Scholar,” Jon read aloud. “I’m not saying that. And shouldn’t we be starting with me? I ask for one thing-”

“I saved the best for last, of course! Martin, you’ll love this,” Tim began frantically clicking through animations, taking a full minute to get to Jon’s slide. “Ta-da!”

Jonathan Sims: The Man, the Myth, the Legendary Archivist

It was a picture of Jon from a happy hour years ago, smiling broadly with half-lidded eyes and sprawled across the bar in a state of disarray. He had a vague memory of Sasha snapping the photo before he fell to the ground and vomited everything he drank. No no no no - he attempted to slam down the laptop screen before Martin could see but the damage was done. The man was red and stuttering, clearly embarrassed for Jon. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm down. He contemplated his options- double homicide or self-immolation. Both seemed equally appealing in the moment.

“Please leave,” he fumed, his own face a tomato red as he stared at the floor. “Now.”

“Aw boss, don’t be like that-”

“Now!” Two sets of footsteps scurried from the room as Jon threw his head into his hands.

He had quite a bit of work to do.

_____________

Of course he scrapped almost all of it, keeping only the informative parts that Sasha had written. This is why you should do things yourself. ‘Assist’ my ass.

Jon had kept the door closed for the rest of the afternoon, ignoring both the plaintive apologies from Tim and Martin and Sasha’s insistent knocking. He wanted to blame her for letting the other two get involved, wanted to yell and stamp and maybe throw a thing or two. But it was his job. He shouldn’t have left it all to them. Lazy, incompetent, his mind raged but the words were aimed at himself. Perhaps that’s why they sabotaged the slideshow, to tell him they weren’t going to do his dirty work. Hazing the new boss. Did they realize how important this was to him? Did they even care? He already looked like a fool- why not double down on it?

He took the ‘Meet the Team’ page down, his fingers angrily punched the ‘delete’ key for every picture and turned it into one slide with only their names and positions. That’s all they need to know, really. He managed to throw together a few slides on a new organizational system and something about research follow up, but it all rang false and hollow- any academic would see right through this bullshit attempt. Even the digitization slides seemed trite- why was this his first order of business? What the hell are you doing?

It was late into the night when he finally finished, though the presentation was nowhere near what he wanted it to be. The clock informed him it was only ten though, so he still had some time before the last train. He was just going to rest his eyes for a minute and then he’d get up and go. Just a minute...

____________

And then it was tomorrow.

Fuck. Fuck!

Jon woke up with his head pillowed in his arms and his back almost completely immobile. He squinted at the clock- 7:00 AM. He tripped down the hallway and into the bathroom to freshen up, splashing cold water on his face and cursing under his breath. How embarrassing to be caught in yesterday’s clothes- if he switched out his sweater vest for a blazer, they might not notice. His wardrobe was nothing if not consistent and boring. His hair tamed into some semblance of neatness, Jon went on to his next stop, the break room for a cup of coffee and then finally, back to his office to survey the finished product and perhaps do a few run-throughs.

He settled in his seat and pressed the power button to coax his laptop out of sleep. The clock on the wall ticked a steady, droning rhythm that somewhat calmed his racing heart and he took a sip of coffee, savoring the bitter flavor. His eyes flickered down to the screen- still black. He pressed it again. Nothing. He looked to the side of the computer, noticing the lack of power cord. Oh, it’s not plugged in. That’ll do it. He solved that problem quickly and tried again.

Again, nothing. He pushed it harder, hurting his finger with the intensity behind it. The screen remained black.

It was then that Jonathan Sims screamed.

_____________

It was nine in the morning and he still had no idea what to do. No amount of coaxing, either through nice words or obscenities had managed to wake it up. He removed the battery and put it back in. He prayed to several gods, none of which he believed in. He kicked the desk and promptly fell to the ground, screaming in pain. IT didn’t come in until ten, and his meeting was at nine-thirty. He was well and truly fucked.

But then he heard footsteps coming down the hall and he dashed to meet them, hoping it was the person he needed. And it was.

“Sasha!” he panted, taking in heaving, gulping breaths. “Help!”

“Oh God Jon, is this one of your asthma attacks? Do you have your inhaler?” Her eyes widened and her hands fluttered nervously. ‘I’ve told you-”

“No,” he grabbed her by the shoulders, feeling more unhinged by the moment. “I-I lost it. The PowerPoint. My laptop won’t turn on, and-”

“Breathe, Jon! That’s no trouble at all. I can get into your drive, no worries!” she said, pushing him into a chair and booting up her laptop. Jon put a hand to his chest, attempting to follow her advice. See, it’s fine! “Where did you save it? On your ShareDrive or on the general Archives one? I’ll need your credentials if it’s the former.”

His heart dropped. No no no no. He’d done the one thing Sasha had always warned him against. “I-I saved it to the desktop…”

“Oh Jon.”

And that's when he spiraled. He was going to have to walk into that meeting, hands empty, and face the firing squad. Elias will know he should have never hired him and everyone there will nod and agree that the stupid boy who couldn’t do one simple task does not belong at the table with the rest of him and Jon will be sent on his way, back to research if he’s lucky or fired if he’s not and he can’t do one fucking thing right-

“Jon. Jon!” Sasha had a hand on his shoulder, firm and grounding. “Fucking breathe. It’s fine, you’re fine! Here.” She slipped the flash drive from yesterday into his hand and he groaned, attempting to pass it back

“I can’t use that one, you know I can’t-”

“No, this one’s different, I promise,” She grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes. “I tried to tell you yesterday- I’m sorry about all of that. It wasn’t funny. We fixed it.” She seemed honest, sincere. But Jon was still hesitant, taking in shaking breaths.

“This isn’t a joke?”

“I swear. Here, use my laptop.” She passed it over and Jon paused, considering his options, which were few.

So Jon took the flash drive and laptop and left, ignoring Martin’s greetings as he brushed by him on his way up to the conference room. Here goes.

_____________

“Erm, h-hello,” Jon coughed, clearing his throat. “I’m Jonathan Sims, the new Head Archivist, as Elias...already said, I guess.” He let out a nervous laugh which no one returned. Elias nodded, urging him to go on.

Jon had made his way to the room with fifteen minutes to spare, giving him some time to boot up the computer and load the presentation. A quick, nervous glance let him know that it was much changed- at least the first few slides. He shook hands with each department head as they came in, trying to see which of their smiles and congratulations were sincere. The answer? Very few. This was not comforting.

His hands shook as he clicked his way to the first slide, his heart pounded in his chest to reveal-

Bringing the Archives into the 21st Century- A Plan for Updating and Digitizing the Institute's Statements

Well that’s not bad at all.

He began to speak, his voice gaining clarity and confidence with every sentence. The presentation was lovely- incorporating his preferred neutral color scheme, a great improvement on the nauseating colors of before. The animations were minimal and sleek, making the transitions meld seamlessly from slide to slide. There was a bit introducing Gertrude’s past work and a dig at her filing system that earned him a laugh. There were new slides regarding the preservation of documents, a new organizational structure, the introduction of a database. All ideas they’d briefly spoken about before committing themselves fully to the digitization process as Elias instructed. Everything was written in his favored academic tone- so natural that Jon found himself speaking extemporaneously on the slides he felt more comfortable with. It was all met with approving nods and a studious gaze from Elias that Jon couldn’t parse. There was also no mention of the tapes.

The dreaded ‘Meet the Team’ section had been heavily reworked- each one of them had the headshot from their IDs (poor Martin had his eyes closed) and a mention of which department they’d transferred from, along with their credentials. It was professional and informative, everything Jon had wanted it to be. Sasha had outdone herself. Sasha should be the one making this presentation.

He tried to ignore the guilt settling in his chest, even as he smiled back at the approval from the academics he so desperately craved. He clicked to the last slide, which had their contact information and- oh. It was a picture taken from his birthday a few weeks back, where they all looked fairly presentable and were smiling, no idea of the task ahead of them. Elias was there too; Rosie had taken the picture at Tim’s insistence. His audience tittered, though it seemed to be in good humor rather than mocking.

“Ah, yes. Th-Thank you for your time.” He quickly turned it off and stared at the ground, his face warm with both embarrassment and a creeping sense of belonging that he didn’t know what to do with. He was startled when a small round of applause began and he looked up with wide eyes to find a smiling audience. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Elias nod and smile as well and he finally felt the sense of accomplishment he’d longed for since the start of his promotion.

The room cleared rather quickly (no one really wanted to be in a Friday meeting, after all) but Jon was stopped by a tall, smiling woman he had only seen in passing. “Sonya from Artefact Storage,” she reminded him, shaking his hand again and giving him a warm smile. “I’m looking forward to talking to you more about that database. I was always telling Gertrude she needed one, but of course she never listened to me. Stubborn to the end!” He could only stutter, too overwhelmed to formulate a proper response. A hand reached out to his shoulder.

“That was nicely done, Archivist.” For some reason the title made Jon feel odd, like he was having an honor bestowed that he had not yet earned. Elias wasn’t that much taller than him, but he always seemed to loom over Jon. “Quite the presentation. Lots of...ideas. But I must stress the importance of getting the statements-”

“On tape, yes, yes,” Jon said, quick to agree. “I just thought, er- I should let them know some of our other objectives, as well?” Seems like Sasha wanted to, at least.

“As long as you don’t forget yours,” A pointed glance. Jon gulped nervously, shoving a hand in his pocket. “Still, a good job all around. That Sasha of yours seems like a good asset. Enjoy your weekend.”

Jon froze in the doorway. Did he know? Of course not, don’t be silly. He shook his head and left the room. Well, at least that’s over with.

____________

“Did it go alright?” Sasha asked immediately upon his entrance. He managed a self-deprecating smile.

“Surprisingly, yes. That was- thank you, I guess.”

“No trouble at all,” Tim jumped out from the break room, throwing an arm around his shoulder. “Always knew you had it in you. A consummate performer, I was telling our Martin-”

“Tim!” He scowled and tried in vain to shove him away, still irritated by his presence.

“Seriously, though. Sorry about all of that before. Just trying to lighten the mood, I swear we wouldn’t have actually left you with that-”

“It’s- It’s fine,” Jon sighed, reluctantly giving in to Tim’s insistent affection. “Well, not really, but it turned out alright in the end.” Sasha gave an encouraging grin.

“Did you like the photo?” Martin asked anxiously, hovering in the corner of the room. Jon paused. He considered telling him no, that he would have never put it in there himself and considered it rather unprofessional on the whole, but one look at Martin’s face told him that was the wrong move.

“Yes, Martin,” he said, summoning up the equivalent of a smile. “I liked the photo.”

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27142390

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Day Seventy-Eight

I am a veteran enough teacher to know that today, the Monday of a three-day week before Christmas vacation, things were not going to go according to plan. But I still tried.

My GOV students spent last week gathering information about different linkage institutions; two students researched each one (with one triple because I have an odd number of students), and today I was going to divide the class in half and have them share out their work. But, of course, there were absences, so we ended up just sitting in one big circle and sharing that way. That was fine, it just took up more time and required more direction from me. Could’ve been worse.

I wanted students to share enough information that they all understood what the different types linkage institutions are, and I’m going to spend these last few class days highlighting specific info about them that needs more detail. Today I lectured on interest groups and how the influence policy and elections, which got us into campaign finance law. Students are doing a bit more research on that for homework tonight, which will set up one of my coolest lessons tomorrow.

Maybe. Tuesdays are slightly more likely to go according to plan than Mondays are. We’ll see.

World was super chill because students were starting their final research projects, which they’ll finish independently after vacation (fly free, little birds!), and this group is so easy-going. I give instructions, they ask clarifying questions if they need to, and then they do their work. They’re able to research any current issue for this project, and present their information (describing what it is, why it’s happening, and what’s being done about it) in any format they’d like, so I’m getting everything from essays to infographics to slideshows. Their topics are wide-ranging, as well: drug trafficking, famine, overpopulation, global warming, Black Lives Matter, murder hornets, wildfires, gender inequality, and the loss of biodiversity.

Impressive, right?

The kids are alright.

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A Slideshow of Road Lines {2}

Synopsis: They say oil and water don’t mix. What about oil paint and engines? He’s an artist reaching toward his dream while the girl with an engine heart is too busy trying to get her hands on the wheel. Is there a way for them to hold onto each other?

Word Count: 5k words

Pairing: Chris x Reader

Genre: college!au, artist!Chris, angst

Warnings: Language, Physical Illness (mentions and depictions of it)

Author’s Note: Would any of you be interested in a character index? I’m going to do it anyways haha but I want to know if that’s something you’d like to see. You know, just in case you need a reference. It is an expansive world after all. Also, I have a playlist specifically for this universe so if that’s also something you’d like to see... Without further ado...

! IMPORTANT NOTE ! This story is taking place in TWO DIFFERENT TIMES. When you see these flowers ❁, the story is shifting from present to past. There will also be a “Then” next to the day in order to further indicate that. If you have any questions, let me know!

> Part One <

DAY 4

Her head is bobbing, her mind dipping in and out of consciousness. Any moment now and she’s going to hit rock bottom, far beyond return.

This is what Y/N deserved for putting off studying for her calculus exam until the night before. The last time she checked the clock-when she was more awake than she is now- it had read 2:03 AM. That had given her a nice seven-hour window to study for the exam in which she was massively unprepared.

Truthfully, she’s been using this exam as her go-to excuse until it was wrung dry. It had been enough to deter worried Hyunjin more than once and barely sated Yeji who’s relentless with pestering her this entire weekend. Even Minnie senses something is off, leaving a Crunch bar at her door for the past three nights.That’s one reason she preferred Chuu over all of her roommates, because she knew when to keep her distance.

The Crunch bars, however, are a nice late night snack.

Her phone buzzing made her head slide off her poised hand, almost right into her desk. Yawning loudly, she scratches at her cheek as she squints down at her phone. Swearing at the brightness, she turns it down before focusing on the only notification that’s lighting up her screen.

Honey

My spidey senses are tingling… Delivered at 3:08 AM

She waits patiently for the three dots to reveal whatever else Hyunjin’s spouting at her this late at night.

Honey

They’re telling me my favorite girl is in need of Honey time...

and Pistachio ice cream. Delivered at 3:09 AM

Even though she’s been trying to avoid him as much as possible, Y/N can’t avoid the smile trying to nudge her lips. She barely began to type a response before he shoots another text at her.

Honey

Before you heartlessly reject me, I’m waiting at the front door. Let me innnnnn

Delivered at 3:11 AM

That’s how after almost failing to creep down the creaky ass townhouse stairs and stubbing her toe on Minnie’s skateboard, she finds a gentle smile and her favorite companion waiting for her.

“Get in here,” She hisses, ignoring his outstretched arms and opting to yank him inside.

“Ouch. Don’t have to be so rough,” He whines a little too loudly.

“Uh, yeah I do. Especially when there’s a dumbass walking around late at night asking to get himself mugged. Or worse, killed.”

“Let them try. You know I could take anyone who tries to come at me,” Posting up, he swings at an invisible opponent, the grocery bag hanging on his wrist making him look ridiculous.

“Shut up before you wake up the Wicked Witch,” Y/N whispers.

His gaze trails to the stairs before shaking his head, kicking off his shoes. “We really need to get Minnie ear plugs or something. I’ve spent enough time around to know she’s louder than a boat horn.”

Y/N has to stifle her laughter. He always knows how to pull it out of her, no matter how hard things are. “Come on, loser. Watch your step. The stairs-”

“Creak. Yeah, I know. You act like I haven’t been here before. Are you going to tell me every single time?”

Not even five seconds later, she hears the stairs creak from behind her. Slowly turning back to look at him, she merely shakes her head at the grimace on his face before leading the way.

Once they close the door behind them, she gets her phone to text the roommate group chat. It’s a rule they had implemented when they first moved in together: keep each other in the loop. To maintain a level of respect, they always let each other know what was going on/who they are having over.

Right as she’s going to hit send, she hesitates. Hovering her thumb over the send button, her eyes peer at Hyunjin. She watches as he observes the wall adjacent to her desk. It’s where she had put up all of her photos when she first moved in. These days, she avoids them considering a lot has changed. She really needed to take some of those pictures down.

Feeling her eyes, he meets her gaze and nods at her in question. Erasing the text, she tosses her phone to her bed before settling at her desk. Instead of facing her notes, she spins the chair to face Hyunjin.

“Honey.”

“Yeah?” He’s still distracted, eyes drawn to the photos but mind somewhere else. What a sight. It’s been a long time since she’s seen him appear so peaceful. She doesn’t want to disrupt that. Unfortunately, she does have an exam she’s studying for and time’s dwindling down.

All she has to do is tell him she needs to focus. Apologize and tell him he needs to go. Thank him for the ice cream but she really needs to finish studying and get some rest. Reassure him that she’ll call him tomorrow.

Five minutes later, both of their backs are pressed against the wall beneath the photos, pistachio carton comfortably between them.

“You know, I used to hate this flavor.”

Y/N glances at him, unbothered at his disruption of the comfortable silence. The spoon rests in his mouth, hands comfortably in his lap. She watches as his right hand twists the metal ring on his left middle finger. Something’s on his mind.

“I think I remember something like that.”

“Yeah, it used to taste like shit. Whenever you got it, I would wonder who made such a nasty ass flavor. Of all things to make as ice cream, they chose pistachio? They must’ve died a virgin.”

“Wow,” Y/N coughs out a laugh, feeling bad for the inventor of pistachio ice cream. Digging her spoon into the carton, she asks, “What changed your mind?”

“You, of course.” Her eyes snap up to meet Hyunjin’s gaze.

“What?”

“What do you mean, what? I’m telling you the truth.”

They hold their gaze for a moment before Y/N breaks it, spooning the bite into her mouth before pointing the accusatory spoon at Hyunjin. “That’s bullshit.”

“Fine, don’t believe me. Why would I lie about something so stupid?” He tries to ignore her pointed stare before he adds, “I don’t know, I guess it could be taste buds changing the older you get and shit. But it really was your fault.”

“If I take credit for it, then I’m taking credit for changing your life for the better.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

An intimate silence falls around them, one that’s distinctly Hyunjin and Y/N. She believes their silence is one of the many reasons they work so well. They never need to fill the silence, not like she does when she’s with Yeji.

“I’m sorry.”

Y/N swallows the ice cream in her mouth. Licking her lips of the leftover residue, her gaze flickers over to him. He’s trying, that much is obvious. It hurt her to know that she’s being difficult about it all. Even to a stranger, it’d be easy to see she’s avoiding all human contact the moment she heard Chris is back. Her friends are worried about her, yet they respect that she needs time.

It hurts her to see the plain turmoil written in Hyunjin’s body. He hasn’t stopped fiddling with his ring since they sat down. He has this extremely irritating habit of licking his lips. The act itself isn’t frustrating, it was the after effects of him complaining about his dry lips and begging for her or Yeji’s chapstick.

“For what?”

He glances at her before looking forward, his smile sad. “I know him being back is tearing you up inside. And there’s nothing I can do.”

“Hey,” she reaches out and pats his thigh, “You being here is all I need. Well, you and pistachio. The pistachio a little bit more.”

“Shut up,” He laughs, shoving her hand off. Letting the moment pass, he grows serious once more. “I mean it when I say I would do anything to take away your pain. Chris may be my friend, but you’re my number one. I would take your pain and double my own in a heartbeat.”

“Aw, Honey,” reaching over, she ruffles his hair. He secretly loves it, smiling when he swats her hand away again, “Thank you.”

He gives her a short nod before looking off to the side. Never one for appraisal, he avoids the topic. Hyunjin admitted once that compliments were different when it came from Y/N, something along the lines that he knew she was genuine. The thought always makes her sad, so she shoves it aside.

Poking his cheek affectionately, she waits for him to swat her hand once more before leaning her head on his shoulder.

Any thought of Chris or her calculus exam fades away in the presence of the one person who always knows the right words to make her feel better. In that position, she falls asleep as easy as it is when she’s in her bed back home.

~~~~

Y/N doesn’t know how much time has passed. All she knows is her neck is stiff and her body is aching as someone gently shakes her arm.

“Hey. Hey, Y/N. Wake up.” Her eyes shoot open, flinching upright. Scanning her surroundings, she calms down at the sight of Hyunjin beside her. Looking just as exhausted as her, he is waiting on her to respond.

Rubbing at her neck, she sluggishly leans back on the wall, muttering, “What time is it?”

“It’s 5.”

Her eyes shoot open, gawking at him. Even in his sleepy state, he cracks a smile. “5?! Are you messing with me?”

Fumbling for her phone, she swears as she realizes it’s dead. She stumbles to her feet beelining to her desk.

“Come on, come on,” She chants as she waits for her computer screen to turn on. Sure enough, he was right. It’s just after 5 AM. “Shit!”

“What time’s your class?”

“9! I barely even studied!”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” He utters, distracted by his sleepiness.

“Um, that’s not how this works. If I don’t know the material, I’m guaranteed a failing grade.”

“Relax. It’s going to be fine.” Hyunjin can barely keep his eyes open. Y/N, on the other hand, is as awake as a cat in the middle of the night.

“I’m going to shower and then study some more before class.” She’s talking more to herself than him, because when she’s in this mode, hardly anyone can snap her out of it.

He hums, clearly not paying attention as she rummages through her dresser for clothes. Straightening out, she regards him for a moment before heaving a sigh. “You can sleep in my bed. Just don’t, I don’t know, pee in your sleep.”

“Thanks,” is all he can muster before he sprawls his body across her bed and passes out the moment his head hits the pillow.

Without a glance, she heads to her bathroom.

~~~~

By the time she’s back, it’s around 10:15. Thankfully, she only had one class. She wants to punch herself, though, because she’s running on fumes and has an essay due at midnight tonight.

Y/N isn’t expecting Hyunjin to still be knocked out in her bed, pausing in the doorway seeing his figure tucked underneath her comforter.

She hovers at the foot of the bed for a moment, watching him. He’s out cold, so she reaches out and shakes his foot to see if he’d wake up. Narrowing her eyes, she silently starts complaining. Why was he born with the ability to sleep so deeply?

Grumbling, she mutters, “At least we know who’d survive if there was an intruder,” grabbing her only other pillow and lying down in the opposite direction. Looking at him one last time, she yawns, “You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass out,” Before slipping asleep as easy as he must’ve.

~~~~

When her eyes flutter open, she senses someone’s looking at her. Holding her head up, she peers at Hyunjin through one eye before letting her head fall back into her pillow. “What time is it?”

“It’s 5.”

“What?” She screams, scrambling up. Y/N’s already up and off the bed before she realizes he’s laughing. Slowly turning her head toward him, her glare doesn’t deter him, only serves to make him laugh even harder. Lying back down, she slugs him in the leg, his giggles turning to gasps through the pain.

“You’re too easy.”

“Yeah, you would be too if you were still half asleep.” With her eyes still closed, she asks him again for the time.

“It’s 1:30. Boy, can we sleep.” Looking over her shoulder at him, she holds back the urge to laugh at his wild hair saying hello to her. “What?”

“Nothing.” As if he read her mind, he tugs and pulls at the strands, patting his hair down. He knows her mind well.

She doesn’t say anything as she lets herself wake up, and he gives her time. Eventually, they’re both lying there scrolling through their phones. At least, she thinks they are until she glances at him and sees he’s staring off into space.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” his voice is soft, barely audible. Where’s he at? “I think I’m actually going to head out. I have a late class today. I’m going to grab food and then go home and shower.”

“Oh. Okay.” She’s confused at his sudden change up but doesn’t find it suspicious. That is, until he avoids looking at her as he shrugs on his jacket. Awkwardly, she hovers near him as he gathered himself together. “You sure you’re okay?”

Finally, he looks at her. Something’s off and it’s clear as glass in his face. He smiles it off, his tone too bright as he says, “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go.”

They walk down the stairs in silence, her silence one of questions and his, one that’s indecipherable. They pause at the bottom of the steps, grabbing the attention of Chuu who’s lounging on their living room couch.

“Hey, Chuu. Long time no see,” Hyunjin holds up a hand in saluting. She just politely smiles back.

Y/N opens the front door, suddenly very afraid Hyunjin might tell her something before he leaves. Holding the door open, she watches him closely, looking for any signs of what he’s thinking. His face is void of any clues.

She holds her breath in anticipation as he steps around her, before smiling and walking out the door. She exhales in relief, not noticing his lingering walk. Opening her mouth, she readies herself to tell him goodbye. He beats her to the punch as he whirls around.

“Jisung is throwing something this weekend.”

Y/N’s heart sinks, crossing her arms as she retreats within herself. Hyunjin’s face falls, knowing all too well what that looks like. “That’s… great.”

“Y/N…”

“I think it’ll be a lot of fun. You’ll have to tell me all about it afterward.” Her hand grips the door and moves to close it, but Hyunjin’s arm jets out to stop it. Stupid baseball pitcher.

“I want you to be there.”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N winces at her loud and fake voice, glancing at Chuu before stepping outside. Hyunjin’s eyes are pleading, his palms showing as if he’s offering her a truce. That’s the thing. It isn’t his responsibility or his place to offer that to her.

She doesn’t know if he’s playing dumb or if he thinks he’s some hero, but he isn’t miraculously going to fix the damage done. No one, not even Chris himself, can convince her otherwise.

“Tell me something, Hyunjin. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No…”

“Then do you think I’d really show up to something I know he’ll be at?”

“Well, the party is for him.”

“Don’t be a smartass,” She shakes her head, taking a step back. “If all everyone is going to do is try and push me to make an effort, news flash. It’s too late for that. Maybe that’s what you guys should’ve been doing right before he left.”

Hyunjin opens his mouth, but she holds up her hand, silencing him.

“Have fun at the party,” Trying to hide her disappointment in him, Hyunjin’s hurt expression is the last thing she sees before closing the front door.

Staring at the door, she follows the curves and swirls in the wood, all together but never touching.

“Are you okay?” Her eyes find Chuu, her wide and innocent eyes regarding her with so much kindness, her own flood with tears.

“I don’t think I am, Chuu.”

❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁

Day 8, Then

To Y/N, there wasn’t a form of satisfaction quite as fulfilling as turning in an assignment. It was even more satisfying, considering her major wasn’t the easiest one out there. The way life goes, when one stress disappears, another one takes its place.

Trying to ignore the boiling pot of emotions brewing inside of her, she kept her mind as blank as it could be as she packed her duffel bag with clothes for the weekend. She used anything that flitted across her mind and snatched onto it, anything to distract her.

She hoped she did well on the statistics exam she just took yesterday. Studying wasn’t too bad, so she could bear to have a little confidence. Eating lunch with Yeji today was a relief. She thought they might’ve been on bad terms since their last conversation, but everything was normal.

Hyunjin had kind of been M.I.A, but they had been texting normally so she wasn’t too concerned.

As she was gathering her toiletries from the bathroom door, she heard keys jingling in the dorm door before it clicked open. Low voices filtered out from the hall as Chuu entered.

“Y/N?”

“In here!” She finished grabbing everything before walking out, “Aren’t you supposed to be in class-” Just as she finished her sentence, both Chuu and Hyunjin turned to watch her walk out. He took in her presence before his usual honey smile found his lips. “Hey!”

Stepping forward, he did his signature greeting: arms around her, lifting her off the floor, ending with a sweet smile. “Hey.”

“To answer your question, I got out early. Now I can get back to the beautiful Rio and the yummy Profesor. Mmmm,” Chuu said dreamily, Hyunjin’s face scrunching up in confusion while Y/N laughed.

Walking over to her bed, the sight of her duffel slammed her back down into reality. Avoiding Hyunjin’s gaze, she stuck her toiletries in her bag before zipping it up.

“Are you leaving somewhere?”

“I’m going home for the weekend.”

“Oh shit, I didn’t know,” Hyunjin’s tone changed. That’s why she didn’t want him to know, “How are you getting there?”

“Mom’s picking me up,” Stop. Block it out. Distraction, anything. Turning to Hyunjin, she quickly shifted the subject. “What’s up? You didn’t text me and tell me you were coming over.”

Hyunjin tilted his head, deciding to let her dismissiveness go for the time being. She was thankful. “I figured you were going to be pouring your energy out over some assignment. I was wrong.”

She was supposed to laugh, but she couldn’t find the energy. He noticed, but didn’t press. Instead, he gently knocked his knuckles into her chin, to tell her chin up. It eased her heart, as it always did.

“Actually, I was dropping by to tell you about a little get together we’re having this weekend. Not sure if you remember, but we mentioned our friend Chris? His birthday is in a couple days so next weekend we’re all going to an arcade. There’s this deal they’re doing this month with pizza and endless gameplay.”

She blinked in surprise. He read her mind.

“What? Arcades are fun no matter how old we are. And Chris loves shit like that. It’s going to be a blast.”

“Are you sure he won’t mind me being there? I mean, I’ve never even met him.”

Hyunjin sat on her desk chair, back facing him. Drumming a beat on his thighs, he shook his head, “Trust me, he’s the last person to mind.”

“O-kay,” Y/N turned away, packing her backpack with school stuff she would need for the weekend, “I’ll see. If I don’t have too much homework, I’ll go.”

“Thanks,” A look passed over his face, making her pause, before he uttered, “At least you’re supportive and willing to give my friends a chance. Unlike Yeji.”

She didn’t know what to say. Yeji had actually said something to him. Unbelievable. “Are you two good?”

“I guess.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever. You know how she is.”

“Yeah.” Their silence was a symbol of their mutual understanding. Many people would never be able to fathom the bond the three of them had. Their friendship was a treehouse they had grown and built themselves, no one else had access to the inside.

She jumped when Hyunjin reached around her and shouldered her duffel bag. Searching his eyes, she imagined what he was thinking. Perhaps he was wondering why his cousin was making his life difficult. Y/N wished she had the solution and hoped Yeji would come around- though in all the years they’d known each other, she was as stubborn as a hangnail.

“I’ll walk you down.”

“Okay.”

~~~~

The wave of suffocation that washed over her was hard to shake off as she stepped into her childhood home. It was and it always had been her sanctuary. The same living room, the same kitchen, the same dining room table with mismatched chairs from different sets over the years. The same family photos scattered about, the same stains in the carpet. The same love in her heart for her parents.

Except it would never be the same.

Right after her high school graduation a few months ago, her parents told her that her dad wasn’t well. It wasn’t a cold, a flu, it wasn’t something he would get over in a month or two. It was something bigger than life itself, one that could command death with the clap of its hands.

She hated it with every single fiber of her being.

How could one illness dictate the paintings of memories? Now, she didn’t look at family photos of her and her dad and feel joy, only pain for a memory not tainted yet? When she smelled their laundry detergent in the air, she wondered if it would cover up her father’s scent in the unforeseeable future. It was morbid, it was suffocating.

Her sanctuary became her prison overnight.

“Your dad’s lying down in the room. If you want, you can bring him a snack,” Her mom suggested, Y/N nodding as she swallows the pool ball in her throat. She tried to ignore the paleness to her mother’s skin. Eyes bloodshot, body sluggish from lack of sleep. An alternate reality of the woman she once knew.

Her mom disappeared into the kitchen as Y/N shakily took off her shoes. This wasn’t the first time she had been home since she moved on campus, but she wasn’t used to the shift in her home. She probably never would be.

Just as she placed her bags down, her mom reappeared with her dad’s favorite snacks: Ritz crackers and sliced up cheese. In her other hand, a glass of orange juice.

“Thanks, mom,” Y/N didn’t recognize her own voice. She pretended not to hear the crack. Her mom ignored it, too.

“He’s going to be so happy to see you. All day, he’s been talking about you coming home.”

The words were a smack across the face-no, they were a hand reaching into her chest and breaking her ribs in half.

Her mind blanked.

And then she was in front of him. He was physically smaller than who used to be, his face pale and his hair greasy, but his spirit was just as scorching. His eyes were trained out the window, lips pursed in thought. His body might’ve been worn down, but his spirit would always be as bright as a fury.

She fought the urge to cry. Setting the glass down alerted him of her presence. At the sight of that same old smile she knew too well, all of her pain was washed away.

“Y/N, my girl. You’re home!”

“Hey, dad.”

His hugs were still strong, encasing her and letting her know she was safe.They talked for a bit, her heart swelling as she watched him eat his crackers. He asked her about school, he told her about what he’d been watching on tv these days. They even sidetracked and chatted about the new cars set to release this year. Hardly anyone knew it besides her best friends, but her and her dad shared even the smallest things in common- like their interest in cars.

When he invited her to watch a movie, she sat beside him on the bed and took a cracker when he offered. He put on some cringe comedy that they both made fun of, which is what really made them laugh.

There wasn’t any true remedy to her stress, to her unhappiness, like being home was. And her dad? Laughter was as natural as breathing when she was with him. Halfway through the movie, her mom joined them. She pretended she was okay just like her mom did, but with her dad cracking jokes it was easier to keep up the facade.

Once the end credits rolled, her eyes trailed to her dad. His eyes were distant, elsewhere. With one glance, she was reminded of a reality she hated. Noticing her staring, he shook it off and smiled beneath his moustache.

“Your dinner is in the microwave, Y/N,” Her mom told her. Y/N took that as a chance to breathe, standing up slowly. Right before she made it out the door, her dad called for her.

“Before I forget, here,” He shuffled through his bedside table before finding what he was looking for. Her mouth worked on its own, rejecting what he was clearly doing as he pulled out money from his wallet. The stern hush from him silenced her protests. “I want you to remember to treat yourself. I know how you get when you’re stressed. You don’t give yourself time to breathe. So treat yourself with this money, okay?”

“Dad…”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

~~~~

Several hours later, Y/N awoke from her already restless sleep. Her head was throbbing, her eyes puffy and nose runny, so she sluggishly made her way to the bathroom and cleaned herself up before deciding to go get some water. Quietly, she went down the stairs and turned the lights on in the kitchen.

She didn’t spend that much time in the kitchen, not anymore. Whenever she was home now, she wasn’t very hungry.

Just as she reached the halfway mark of her glass, her dad’s voice startled her and made her spill the rest all over her shirt. Her shock quickly dissolved into amusement as he tried not to laugh.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry,” She side-eyed him as he slowly made his way to the dining table. She knew he would get upset if she offered to help him. “What are you doing awake?”

“I have a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” She asked, dreading the answer but asking nonetheless.

“The past,” He casually said, his eyes elsewhere once more. “Actually, I was thinking about when you were little.”

Y/N froze with her hands on the banana she had just taken off the bunch. She must’ve looked ridiculous, frozen like that. It was a good thing it was only her and her dad there, then. “Oh yeah?” She needed to get a handle on this. “What were you thinking of, exactly?”

He smiled to himself, then, and as he began to tell her a story, his voice coaxed her into the past.

“You had to have been six or seven, maybe eight. I had gotten off work early and decided to get you out of school early, too. You were so happy, not to see me, but to be out. Back then, you weren’t so wound tight about your studies, you know,” He teased her then, pointing a finger at her, “You wanted to be a grizzly bear when you grew up. Well, that day, when I was buckling you into your carseat you kept on saying, ‘Daddy, I’m so happy you’re here! You’re here! I’m so happy! Thank you, Daddy!’ I mean, I was your hero all because I picked you up early.

“After grabbing lunch, we were walking around the mall. Usually, you asked for candy or if we walked past a toy store, you wanted everything in it. That day was different. We walked past one of those off-brand shoe stores. You set your eyes on the most different pair of shoes I’ve ever seen. I mean, they were bright orange with blue shoelaces! And on each shoe, there was a drawing of a red bear.”

He paused in the story, and she looked away at the sight of his shining eyes. Laughing to himself, he continued.

“You said, ‘Daddy! That’s me! I’m a bear! Can we get those shoes? Please?’ I pretended to think about my answer, but I knew I was going to get whatever was at the end of the most pure adoration on your face.” Y/N blinked, realizing the story was over. They soaked in the feeling together, the ticking of the clock on the wall the only sound filling the kitchen. Except, it wasn’t the only sound. Even if she didn’t remember what he was talking about, she could picture those shoes as if she still wore them.

“Let’s go to bed, Dad.”

He nodded, both of them looking at each other and wishing they could rewind time. He, for nostalgia. She, to avoid the pain.

“Come on,” He said, wrapping his arms around her shoulder and kissing the crown of her head, steering her out the kitchen.

When she made it back to bed, she found it easier to fall asleep. Chest lighter, she seized the opportunity to ignore all of the overwhelming heartache that seeped into her skin whenever she was home.

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dccomicsnews · 5 years ago

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By now, I certainly hope you’ve had the opportunity to view Justice League Dark: Apokolips War in all of its glory. As you may remember, I reviewed the incredible animated movie myself earlier this month. But since that was based on a press screener, I wasn’t able to incorporate the bonus features in my initial write-up. (Click here if you would like to read said review.)

Fortunately, a Blu-ray copy arrived on my doorstep this week, so I’m able to properly finish the job. I’ve received positive feedback over the years from readers complimenting me on giving bonus features their time in the spotlight, as I’m aware that a fair amount of critics out there actually just blow by them altogether. But to me, supplemental content is an important aspect of home video releases, therefore I prefer not ignoring them.

In most cases, I do my best to organically work such coverage into my reviews. But since this is a separate article, I’ll just assemble an accessible rundown for the benefit of the reader. So, without further ado, here we go:

DC Showcase: Adam Strange: In the latest entry from the recent crop of animated shorts, the titular intergalactic hero finds himself voiced by Charlie Weber. It’s not an origin story as I’d expected, instead telling a rather grim tale that makes this a decent complement to Apokolips War itself – and it can be just as brutal at times. Personally, I enjoyed The Phantom Stranger and Death more, but this is still worth checking out.

“Darkseid: New God, Classic Evil”: A decently informative featurette profiling the villainous Darkseid himself, while also giving viewers somewhat of a history lesson concerning creator Jack Kirby. I very much enjoyed watching this, as Darkseid is one of my favorite comic book villains overall.

First Look at Superman: Man of Tomorrow: This is our first substantial peek at the next entry in the hallowed line of DC animated movies. Featuring Darren Criss as Superman and Zachary Quinto as Lex Luthor as part of an all-star voice cast, this flick features what I find to be an absolutely breathtaking art style. In all honesty, I’m incredibly pumped to see this picture after viewing the featurette.

Three Bonus Cartoons from the DC Comics Vault: These added goodies often provide major bang for the buck, so it’s nice seeing the tradition continue. For this release, two episodes of Justice League Action – “Zombie King” and “Abate and Switch” – are included, along with Teen Titans‘ “Nevermore.” Suffice it to say, these were chosen because of their heavy focus on characters like John Constantine, Swamp Thing, Raven and Trigon.

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Let it also be known that an audio commentary track for the feature presentation and “First Looks” (or “looks back,” in this case) for Justice League Dark and Batman and Harley Quinn were thrown in for good measure, but I don’t really feel the need to discuss these in detail.

Like I said in the past, it’s recommended that you pick up a copy of Justice League Dark: Apokolips War as soon as humanly possible. I’d have preferred for at least one more documentary-style featurette to be included, but what’s on hand is quite satisfying nonetheless.

Until next time…

Examining Justice League Dark: Apokolips War’s Bonus Features By now, I certainly hope you've had the opportunity to view Justice League Dark: Apokolips War…

#justice league dark: apokolips war

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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leave a light on (for me) (Kamjie) - Mac

AN: Thank you to Alex and madisonmateomicheals for helping me out with this premise. You are both stars. Also a HUGE thank you to Multi and Jole for beta-ing and being lovely as always.

Summary: Kameron has all this new technology so that her whole house rigged up to follow her commands. The only problem is, Vanjie’s is the only voice it recognizes.

Dane loved his new house.

It was fresh and clean and modern. It had enough space that Dane could host parties and get-togethers and even let a few of his sisters crash at his place if they needed to. The kitchen was huge, and the floors were wood, and his cooling bills weren’t as astronomically high as in Nashville.

But his favorite thing by far about his new house was the technology. He had hooked up all his lights in all his rooms together. Linked his Alexas. He even had a smart fridge that told him which food was about to spoil. He had essentially turned his apartment into a smart house. The inner 10-year-old nerdy science fair winner couldn’t help but smile giddily at how the commands from his mouth turned the lights on and off, made his fireplace roar to life, and played his music so loudly he was sure his neighbors hated him.

He didn’t care. He had finally found his place. A place that he made and bought and paid for with the money he earned doing what he loved.

It was a dream.

Jose also liked it.

Which was… not as important as Dane liking it, but it was nice to have his boyfriend treat the space like his own.

It had been a little over a year since they started dating, and about six months into having his own sanctuary when Dane’s tech started malfunctioning. Namely, his lights.

He distinctly remembered waking up with a full bladder to a dark room, a small arm thrown over his waist, and a goofy smile on his face.

“Bedroom lights low,” Dane spoke, and Jose buried his face in Dane’s chest in preparation for the coming light.

A few seconds ticked by.

Then a few more seconds ticked by.

The lights didn’t turn on.

Dane sighed. “Bedroom lights low,” he said more forcefully this time.

Still, nothing happened.

Dane cursed under his breath and made a move to get up, but Jose held him fast. “Nooooo, stay here.”

“I gotta get the lights on, baby.”

“Lemme try.”

Dane smiled a bit, “Have at it, but your voice is nothing like mine, I don’t think it will-”

“Turn the lights on, Alegra!”

Suddenly, the bedroom filled with light.

After wincing at the blinding white for a few seconds, Dane looked over at his boyfriend, then his lights, then his boyfriend again, confusion evident on his face.

“How-”

“You jus gotta be forceful wit it.” Dane still was looking at him like he was crazy. “Watch,” Jose said and sat up more in bed. “Alandra!”

“That’s not-”

“Turn on some music!”

The soothing sound of a gaming soundtrack filled the bedroom a moment later.

“The fuck is this? This ain’t music.”

Dane opened his mouth to argue that the Dark Souls theme song was most assuredly real music, but Jose cut him off again.

“Alexandra!”

“Still not her name-”

“Play Rihanna!”

And just as it had a moment ago, the music changed to a recognizable melody with a thrumming bass.

Jose smiled, proud of himself laid back down, and curled up to Dane’s side.

“How the fuck does that work for you?” Dane wondered aloud.

Jose just shrugged, and after his boyfriend remained sitting up, Jose sighed and pulled his boyfriend back down to the bed. He crawled up to lay on top of Dane and kissed him until he stopped thinking so much.

That was the first time it happened.

Over the next few months, whenever Dane would give a command for his home system to complete, nothing would happen, or after a short period of time, everything would happen all at once and scare the absolute shit out of him.

But no matter what Jose did or said, or called the system, it did just as he demanded. Dane had accepted it as a part of life, and while he found it inconvenient, he was rarely home as it were, so it wasn’t too irksome.

After Werq finished for the year, the couple didn’t leave Dane’s bed for over a week. They roused themselves up enough to order Postmates, trade exhausted kisses over their bed - turned dining table, and that was about it.

When they finally started feeling like humans and not adrenaline-driven sleep-deprived robots, they migrated to the living room.

Dane flipped on some Lifetime movie and let Jose meld himself to his side. The older man ran his fingers lazily through Jose’s hair, and he swore Jose started purring.

Jose tilted his head up every now and then for a kiss.

It went on that way peacefully for a few hours, until Jose got bored, as he often did, and took the commercial break as an opportunity to properly kiss his boyfriend. Dane smiled against his lips as Jose deepened the kiss. Somehow Jose ended up in his lap, and Dane’s large hands found themselves pressed to Jose’s thighs with his chest flush against the younger man.

When the two pulled back to catch their breaths, Jose tilted his head a bit then raised his voice to a shout.

“Alana! Set the mood!”

“Setting the mood.” Came an automated voice.

Suddenly the lights dimmed in the living room, the TV flipped off, and some slow melody with a thrusting bass rang out in the previously silent room. Jose leaned back down to capture Dane’s lips, but the older man stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“When did you have time to do all that?” Dane chuckled.

“Think of it as a welcome home present,” Jose winked.

Dane laughed again, and Jose kissed the smile he had left there. “I still don’t understand why it works for you! Your voice is so much lower than mine!”

Jose sighed agitatedly, eager to get back to their previous activities, “Don’t worry ‘bout it, big man, just kiss me.”

Dane didn’t have to be told twice.

…

“The fuck you mean, I don’t care ‘bout you? Why the fuck you think I’m always over here? I ain’t been home in months. I came to see yo ass first thing I do, and you sayin’ I don’t care ‘bout you?”

Dane snapped.

He was tired and lonely, and he didn’t mean it.

“You never answer your phone! You’re always too tired or too busy to pick up the damn phone. How the hell can we have a relationship if you aren’t fucking here?”

“What’re you sayin’?”

The room was suddenly eerily silent. All the fire and fury in Jose’s eyes a moment ago was replaced with worry. Tears pricked the edges of the younger man’s eyes as if he knew Dane’s next words.

“I’m saying I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He didn’t mean it. But at the same time he did.

Long-distance relationships were hard as it was, the added pressure of fame, and followers only made it more so. Jose had never been good at answering texts on time. Dane had known that from the start. But he had brought it up so many times, and so many times Jose had promised he’d do better.

Nothing had changed.

Other than touring getting longer and schedules getting busier and hardly any time to breathe, let alone call.

Dane knew it was unfair to expect to be Jose’s number one priority, and he didn’t. He just wanted to be a priority. And it felt like he wasn’t anymore. Not the way he used to be.

So he snapped.

As soon as he said it, Dane knew he hadn’t meant it.

But the damage had already been done. So why not double down?

“You should go.”

Jose looked at him for a long moment, emotions playing like a slideshow behind his eyes. Then, he looked at the ground and left without another word.

…

Having to climb the four flights of stairs to his apartment after a grueling leg workout left Dane with barely enough energy to fish his keys out of his pocket. He managed to gather enough strength to put the key in the lock and turn it. It was quite a victory in Dane’s opinion.

“Alexa, all lights on,” Dane called out.

Nothing happened.

Dane stopped in the doorway. He looked around at his still dark apartment.

“All lights on,” he said, louder this time.

Still, nothing happened.

Dane sighed and rummaged around in the dark for a few moments before finding the couch from memory. He plopped down on the cool suede, his newly sore muscles already relaxing into the plush comfort. He sat for a moment in the darkness, brow still furrowed at why his lights wouldn’t turn on.

It took the third try before Dane got an idea.

He made his voice gruff and pitched it several octaves lower. “Lights turn on.”

In a second, the apartment was illuminated.

Dane’s heart sank.

Of course.

Of course, his fucking house still only seemed to recognize Jose’s voice. Or at least, his very terrible impression of Jose’s voice.

Dane felt a wave of emotions pass over him.

Mostly sadness.

He got up from the couch and made his way to the shower. He tried to not notice how the shower nozzle was tilted so that it angled downward more than Dane usually liked. He didn’t move it, even if the water didn’t fully enclose him in its manufactured warmth.

The tile felt especially cold on his feet, but he paid it no mind. He paid no mind to the extra toothbrush by his sink or the dirty towels that littered the floor, either. He’d pick them up tomorrow.

He didn’t pick them up the next day.

Or the day after.

He never moved the showerhead, never threw away the toothbrush, never figured out how to fix his lights.

Sometimes he would come home and not be able to bring himself to mimic his ex-lover’s voice. Some days it was just too much. He would sit in the dark and pretend that he liked it better that way.

One night everything changed.

Kameron had a local gig. Some bar around the corner that she had agreed to ages ago. It was a small affair, something to get her back on her feet. It felt good, Dane had to admit, Kameron always felt good, like an old friend.

She performed her heart out, channeled her pain in the form of an extra toothbrush into a performance that ranked in her top ten.

Dane was buzzing after the show, his fellow sisters complimented him, the ones that knew about the breakup gave him sad but knowing smiles.

“The first one back is always the hardest.” Asia had told him.

And it had been hard, it had been hard in all the same ways it had been incredible.

Dane checked his phone. He had three missed calls from Asia and one voicemail that he couldn’t make out over the pounding music from the club speakers. He shrugged and motioned for another shot from the bartender. He’d ask her about it tomorrow.

Only when he turned around to face the rest of the club did his eyes meet familiar brown ones.

Jose was watching him over the crowd, which was impressive given his height.

Dane broke eye contact as soon as his brain made the connection.

What was he doing here? There was literally no reason for him to be here. Dane agreed to this gig precisely because it was so small. This wasn’t a coincidence.

Dane downed his shot and another without thinking.

When he turned around, Jose had moved from his spot on the wall and was getting closer.

Dane turned back to the bar and gripped the wood with his whole hand, knuckles white, mind spinning due to the proximity to his ex and the added liquor. He braced himself for the tap on his shoulder or the familiar voice, but it didn’t come. He turned around slowly. Jose was nowhere to be seen.

Dane exhaled and made his way to the exit, stumbling occasionally. He couldn’t be here anymore. Couldn’t bear to see those deep brown eyes again.

He grabbed his stuff, throwing wigs and clothes into his duffle with little regard for their worth. He would fix them up in the morning. He reasoned with himself.

He pulled out his phone and made his way out of the club through the back door. He was so absorbed in ordering an uber that he hardly noticed the other body making its way back into the club.

The added alcohol made his fall that much more surprising.

In a flash, Dane was on the ground with what he knew was going to be a nasty bump on his head in the morning.

Without thinking, Dane took the hand that was offered to him and tried to right himself. He only succeeded in almost falling over again.

“You okay there, big man?”

Only then did he realize who had helped him up.

Dane yanked his arm back like it burned, and maybe it did.

Jose looked hurt, maybe he was.

The two looked at each other for a moment, all pain and rage, and sadness evident in their eyes.

“Let me help.” Jose finally whispered. “Please.” He added before Dane could snap at him.

Dane didn’t know why he nodded. He wasn’t that drunk.

He knew it.

Jose knew it.

But he found himself nodding anyways, and before he could think, Dane was being led by the hand into a car and hearing his own address out loud. The drive felt like seconds, and Jose’s fingers interlocked with his felt like home.

The stairs were a challenge, but the two, after much finagling and encouragement, managed to get to the door.

Jose let himself into Dane’s apartment without so much as a heartbreak.

He helped Dane out of his shoes and steered the taller man toward the couch to sit down for a moment.

“You gonna get the lights?” Jose spoke softly.

“They don’t work for me anymore. Not since you…” Dane trailed off, not because he didn’t want to offend Jose, but because he didn’t know if he could say it himself. Since you left.

Jose nodded, expression blank. “Then don’t worry ‘bout that now, we gotta get you to bed.”

Dane hummed noncommittally.

Jose pulled Dane up from the couch, and the two came face to face for the first time that night. They were inches apart. Dane knew his breath reeked of booze and longing, but Jose didn’t seem to mind as he instinctively moved closer to the taller man.

“JJ, I-”

Jose winced at the nickname. “No, no, babe, don’t.”

Dane didn’t let it go.

“What happened to us? We were so good once.”

“We not doin’ this now.”

Jose tried to move away, but Dane held fast.

“What were you doing there? Tonight?”

“I was in the area.”

“No, you weren’t.”

Jose sighed. “No, I wasn’t.”

The silence that stretched between them was so quiet it almost screamed.

Dane wanted to shake himself, wanted to say all the things he had rehearsed for this exact moment.

His mouth wouldn’t work.

And as the time stretched on, he started losing hope that it ever would.

Jose shook his head, finally breaking eye contact. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Okay.”

Jose lead Dane to the bedroom with their fingers interlocked. He helped Dane out of his shirt and restricting pants and sat on the edge of the bed as Dane finally laid down.

“You gonna be alright, big man?”

Dane nodded even though he wasn’t sure if he was ever going to be alright.

“Good.”

Jose made to stand up, but Dane’s hand shot out to grab his arm. “Don’t go.”

“Babe-”

“JJ, please.”

Jose looked from his ex to the bedroom door then back to his ex.

The pleading in Dane’s eyes should have made him embarrassed, but he couldn’t care about that right then. He just needed Jose to stay.

Jose nodded after a minute and sat back down. “But you gotta promise to go to sleep now, yeah?”

Dane nodded happily and intertwined their fingers again.

“Activia, turn the lights off.”

Dane was out in minutes.

Jose waited a bit longer than strictly necessary to pry his hand out of the older man’s grip, and even then, he waited still. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t know why.

Jose looked up at the ceiling and wondered aloud.

“Alexa, why the fuck is this so hard?’

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

#rpdr fanfiction #kameron michaels #vanessa vanjie mateo #kamjie #angst #fluff #breakups #leave a light on (for me)#lalofm #mac

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instakpop · 6 years ago

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Suho scenario - Late nights

Requested by anon

Genre: Smut, fluff, slight angst

Summary: All great relationships stand the test of time, but now that you have a new intern in the office, your and Junmyeon’s relationship has to stand the test of trust.

Back in school, I hated being the person that finished all the projects while the rest of the group checked out halfway through, but I just reminded myself that it would all change when I got a job in the real world. Boy, was I ever wrong! Years later, I still ended up trapped in my office for the third night in a row while my poor boyfriend stayed at home alone until I came back with just enough energy to fall into bed.

It's been over two hours since everyone else has left, leaving me alone with my laptop. I slaved over the final touches of the presentation for tomorrow and sighed when I clicked send.

"I need a raise..." I muttered.

Just then, my cell phone rang. I smiled when I saw Junmyeon's name pop up with the photo he took of the two of us on our anniversary. "Hey, baby," I said with an involuntary yawn.

"Hey, when are you coming home?" He asked, making my heart shatter.

"I'm so sorry. It's been such a crazy day. I should be home soon though. I just have a few more things to do here at the office." I explained.

"Okay. Well, I was just about to go to bed, so I'll see you soon I guess..." Something was off. There was a suspicious tone in his voice that I've never been on the receiving end of.

"Oh, Okay. I love you."

“...Love you too." With that, he hung up abruptly. I let out a sigh of frustration and went back to my work.

What makes my blood boil is the fact that I was assigned an intern to help me with this, but because the little rat is the CEO's Nephew, he hardly lifted a finger unless it was to text his idiot friends. He just graduated with a masters degree in business, but who needs that when you're already super connected right? All that twerp ever did was sit around and flirt with every other girl that walked by.

Nevertheless, I finished my work on time. To make sure everything was in order for tomorrow, I headed to the conference room to test the projector and slideshow.

"Good, good, good." I flipped through a few points before shutting everything down and calling it a day. Stopping by the supply room on my way back to my office, I cleaned up my mess and returned everything to its rightful place. I checked my phone for any calls or text messages, but there was just a blank screen. I thought maybe if I hurried home, I'd be able to catch Junmyeon before he went to sleep.

My feet couldn't walk fast enough to my office. I swung open the door to see Junmyeon sitting in my chair, startled by my appearance. I blinked a few times to come to the conclusion that this was all really happening.

"Baby... What are you doing here?" I asked him.

He stood up from my chair and slowly walked toward me, pulling me in for a tight hug. "Thank god..." He whispered to himself.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah... yeah, it's just that I called around lunchtime and some guy answered your work phone, then I called a little bit ago and you said you were working late again..." He trailed off but I knew what he was implying.

"Oh, honey, you didn't think..." I caressed his soft cheek as he slowly nodded in shame. If there is something Junmyeon isn't, it's the jealous type. But given the circumstances, I completely understood how he got there. "That was the intern. He's acting as my assistant for the week while I finish the presentation. Jun, I would never do something like that. Just the thought of hurting you kills me..."

"I know you wouldn't do that. It's just... your assistant's a little creep."

I burst into laughter and kissed him on the cheek. "Aww, baby.... tell me something I don't know." He joined me in laughter and kissed my lips.

It's been so long since we've been intimate, my heart started to race all because of one small kiss. I pulled him in a little closer, leaving no space between us, kissing him even harder. His hands traveled down to my ass, gripping it with a smirk. I stepped forward, moving him back until his legs hit the front of my desk. My lips parted enough for his warm tongue to glide into my mouth.

He turned me around, lifting my legs around his hips and hoisting me onto my desk. I took him by his shirt, pulling him down with me as I pushed all the items off the surface and laid back. I let out a short moan when I felt Junmyeon's hand slip into my work skirt, up my thigh and take my panties off in one sharp movement.

"Are you sure no one else is here?" He asked.

"Yeah. The cleaners left an hour ago."

I spread my legs and lifted my skirt up to my waist while Junmyeon dropped his pants, pumped his member in his hand a few times and slowly sliding into me. His mouth fell open with a breathy groan. I muted his noises of pleasure with a kiss, returning my tongue to his mouth. His hold on my thighs tightened with each thrust, moving in deeper. My fingers twisted his silky hair, lightly tugging when his tip made contact with my g-spot.

"God, I'm so close. Keep going..." I started to lose my breath as I got closer and closer to my sweet release.

"Hold it, baby. On three."

"Ugh...." I groaned.

"One." He lifted my legs a little higher, pounding into me mercilessly. "Two." I bit my lip, stopping myself from screaming his name so loud, the whole city could hear me. "Three! Cum, my love." I grabbed a strong hold on his arms, arching my back and clenching my tight walls around him while I reached my high.

Junmyeon stood up right when he cooled down and pulled up his pants before helping me off my desk and straightening out my skirt for me. I gave him another long kiss, proving again that I’m his completely. I packed up the rest of my things and we left the office hand in hand.

THE END

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Royal Wedding Series: A Bridesmaid, a Flower Girl, and a New Friend- T’Challa and Reader

Six Weeks Before the Wedding:

You are exhausted. The end of the week concert is tomorrow, so all of the lessons are completed for your students, but you still have a busy schedule.

Between grading last minute assignments, sending out wedding invitations, meeting with the caterers and Shuri and Ramonda training you for future duties as queen: how to act, what to say, and what not to say.

‘’T’Challa will take care of more of the laws and policies. You will visit children and be in charge of charitable work. You have duties as he does, but with him being kind and Black Panther, more of your duties will fall under the charity categories,’’ Shuri started, doing her best to explain to you.

Ramonda speaks next, ‘’’Although you will more than likely be just as involved with everything as T’Challa is. He values your opinion.’’

‘’Got it,’’ you nod as Shuri brings some books over.

‘’I can nearly guarantee you that the elders will question you on the history of Wakanda. It is best to read up on our history as well as you can. Do not worry, though. I will help you.’’

‘’Thank you,’’ you sign feelin some of the tension leave your shoulders.

‘’I have some more in my chambers. I will go get them,’’ Ramonda speaks, gliding out of the room with grace.

You appreciate the moment, because you have a very important question to ask Siri.

‘’Shuri,’’ you stand, placing the books in a chair, walking over to your soon-to-be sister-in-law.

‘’Yes,’’ she smiles at you, closing the book that she had been researching form.

‘’I need to ask you something.’’

‘’Yes, you and T’Challa should wear matching black outfits.’’

‘’Haha. This is serious. I need to ask you something concerning the wedding.’’

‘’You’re not getting cold feet are you,’’ she asks, her eyes portraying her fierce protectiveness of her brother.

‘’He’s one of the few things I am sure about,’’ you admit, moving to pull the small box out of your bag, ‘’My questions is geared towards you.’’

She's always been wise beyond her years, and preferred to spend her time with people older than her. It is no wonder you grew so close to her, and consider her one of your best friends.

She looks at you with suspicion evident in her brown eyes before untying the ribbon on the box, opening it up to reveal a candy ring and a note:

‘’I can’t believe you just gave me string as a present,’’ Shuri mumbles, doing as the slip of paper said.

Tied to the string was a slip of paper that read: ‘’Tie me!’’

She did, then reached in to the box for the next message, ‘’I can’t tie the knot without you. Will you be my… maid of honor?’’

She looks up at you then, big brown eyes shining bright .

‘’I’d love to,’’ Shuri sniffles, the first time you’ve seen her cry in… ever.

‘’I love you, little sister.’’

‘’I love you, big sister.’’

The sound of the camera taking a picture breaks you both off and you look to the door to see T’Challa, who is staying at the picture that he just snapped.

‘’This will definitely be going in the wedding slideshow that you suggested for the reception, my love,’’ T’Challa explains, pocketing his phone.

‘’I see the sandals are back,’’ Shuri looks at his shoes with slight disapproval.

‘’How can you make fun of my shoes when you just shared a lovely moment with my fiancee’?’’

‘’Her sneakers are on point,’’ Shuri shrugs, flouncing out of the room, carrying her gift with her.

‘’And what where you and my baby sister discussing today,’’ T’Challa asks, pressing a sweet but fiery kiss to your lips.

‘’I asked her to be my maid of honor,’’ you reveal, and T'Challa beams with happiness.

You knew how important Shuri’s opinion of you was to him when you first started dating Shuri and Ramonda are the two most important women in his life, other than Okoye. And Nakia. You feel honored to be apart of that group now.

What you don’t tell him is the private conversation that you had with Shuri this morning. That’s left between two future sisters..

‘’You know,’’ Shuri begins as she puts her braids into two buns, ‘’That man really loves you.’’

You look up from the paper that you are grading, ‘’Who? T’Challa?’’

‘’No, Captain America. Of course T’Challa,’’ Shuri rolls her eyes then, and you roll yours as well.

‘’Well, then, be more specific.’’

‘’I didn’t think that I’d have to specify that I was talking about the man that worships the ground that you walk on,’’ Shuri rolls her eyes before sliding on her denim jacket.

‘’Hush,’’ you laugh, throwing popcorn at her, ‘’I don’t need this from you.’’

‘’You’re so immature,’’ she laughs with you, ‘’I’m gonna find a new best friend to send me memes. Perhaps I can ring Bucky up if he is with Captain America.’’

‘’Shut up, Shuri.’’

‘’Make me.’’

You roll your eyes again, going back to the book you’ve been reading on your rare free time.

There’s more silence until you look up and see Shuri looking at you, a strange and unreadable look on her face.

‘’Shuri, is there something on my cheeks,’’ you frantically wipe at them, hoping you didn’t miss anything from breakfast earlier.

‘’I’m glad he met you.’’

Well, that certainly took you by surprise.

‘’Really?’’

‘’I know that I was a bit wary of you before… especially with that whole Erik Killmonger business. And I did not want T’Challa to get hurt again. But I’m glad he found you. You bring out the best in him, but you also challenge him. I really do consider you one of my best friends,’’ Shuri tells you, and you can see in her eyes that she really means it.

‘’Awww, Shuri-’’

‘’And I like having someone around to look at memes. I’ve mentioned that before, but I think you need to know that it is really how I feel.’’

Right. Because Shuri just couldn’t let the moment be sweet.

You laugh now, thinking about her heartfelt confession and the comment that she immediately followed it up with.

‘’What is so funny, my love,’’ T’Challa asks, gazing at you with love in his eyes.

‘’Nothing. I just can't wait to have a new sister.’’

And so the countdown continues.

5 WEEKS UNTIL THE WEDDING

Efua runs up and hugs you, having finished packing away the last of the books.

‘’I will miss you next year,’’ she tells you, sniffling a bit.

‘’I will miss you as well.’’

She will be going to a prestigious music school next year, while you may not even be returning to be a teacher. With your new roles as queen, you have a lot to consider within the next few weeks.

‘’I’m glad that I at least get to come to your wedding, though,’’ Efua looks up at you, ‘’I can not wait to see your dress. It was all over the Internet about what you may wear.’’

T’Challa and you both decided to take a break from the internet. At least until after the wedding. And you do mean both weddings, since you are having one in your hometown a week after T’Challa is done meeting with Mr. Tony Stark in New York City.

‘’Thank you, Efua. I actually wanted to discuss something with you.’’

‘’Yes,’’ your former student looks up at you, brown eyes shining brightly.

‘’I was wondering… would you like to be my flower girl?’’

You have grown very close to Efua over the years, and this feels like a good idea. Her family approved of it when you asked them at the concert last week, and T’Challa thought that it was a grand idea as well.

‘’Yes!,’’ the young girl squeals, wrapping her arms around your middle, ‘’Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N!’’

You laugh, patting her back gently, ‘’No, thank you! I am so excited! I can not wait!’’

Yes, this was the right choice.

Your other students told you they have a surprise for you as well, but you do not know what it is.

The excitement on Efua face takes you back to the moment, and you’re just fine that you can at least expect one thing: your wedding will have you being surrounded by people that you love and that love you.

4 WEEKS UNTIL THE WEDDING

Okoye.

Okoye seemed indifferent towards you. You didn’t think that she hated you, or that you liked you. You two barely talked.

Still, if you were going to be married to T’Challa, you would be spending a lot of time with Okoye.

T’Challa and Okoye are important to each other.

It was important to you to know where you stand with her.

Which is why you asked her to be the one to accompany you as T’Challa met with the elders and held press conferences and meetings all day.

‘’Okoye,’’ you begin, staring at yourself in the mirror, ‘’Might I ask you something?’’

‘’Of course, my queen,’’ Okoye responds, back turned to you as you have your last fitting for your gown for the reception.

‘’Do you have a problem with me?’’

You decided that bluntness as the best method, and try not to regret it when she flinches i the mirror, back still tired to you.

‘’No, Y/N, why would you think that?’’

‘’You seem indifferent towards me. And I know that you are just as fiercely protective of Wakanda and T’Challa as I am, so I wanted to make sure that we are okay.’’

She seems to be mulling that over, so you change into your regular clothes, giving her a moment to answer.

‘’T’Challa is my king, but he is like a brother to me as well. We grew up together. I won’t act like I liked the idea of him dating you when you first got together. IN fact, I hated it. I wanted it to be Nakia. I know her.’’

It’s understandable.

It hurts, but it is understandable.

‘’He talks about you like your the sun, though. He’s really in love with you. He thinks you have the qualities to help Wakanda thrive. That is good enough for me. I am sorry if my indifference came off as me not liking you.’’

That’s good enough for you, so you do not press it forward.

‘’He came to me when you had your first huge fight, you know. Told me he thought it was the end. Then he threw himself into his work and being the Black Panther until I begged him to go talk with you. His stubbornness is part of why he is a good king, but it is also very agitating. He froze, didn’t he?’’

You think back to that day that he came to make up with you after a fight that was about...who even remembers now?

You’d been up all night working on song sections and papers when he knocked at your door, dressed in his Black Panther costume after just finishing a mission.

Because, somehow, going on a mission and nearly being hurt despite his vibranium suit, was still less nerve-wracking than coming to talk to you.

He did freeze at the sight of you, stuttering out a ‘’Y/N...HI.’’, tongue tied and not sure how to apologize.

You don’t quite remember what he said, but whatever it was, it was enough for you to forgive him as he forgave you.

Which is why you are standing where you are today.

‘’He did,’’ you giggle, remembering that day, ‘’He still does every so often.’’

‘’Good. Keep having that effect on him. It is nice to see T’Challa challenged by someone other than Shuri,’’ she laughs then, ‘’Any way, if he loves you, that’s good enough for me. You don’t need my approval anyway. He is so very much in love with you.’’

And, you’re not quite sure, but you do believe that you’ve made a new friend today.

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