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felibrary · 25 days ago

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╭──╯ABOUT YOU

PAIRING: sae itoshi x reader

SYNOPSIS: when sae left for spain you were devastated. but suddenly, half a decade later as the sae itoshi; japan's prized possession and football prodigy, stands on your doorstep, realization hits you: you are in love with him.

wordcount: guess | content & warnings: unestablished relationship, both are bad at communicating their feelings in their teens, sae nonchalant era, fluff ; oneshot

author's note: yes i didn't watch bllk season 2 yet, so what??1?1??1 my wonderful babe still needs a fic, hard to believe i never wrote a single one for him

“i’m leaving for spain”

sae doesn't think he'll ever forget this moment; forget the expression that you made as soon as he quietly murmured those words.

how his bedsheets rustled as you immediately got up, the way your sudden movements left creases in his once neatly duvet, and how the blue artificial flavored water from the popsicle dripped down on his bed as you tightly gripped it in your hand.

from initially laying next to him on his childhood bed and watching the ceiling fan spin around in circular movements while sucking on popsicles, to you turning and staring at him in disbelief — it all happened in the span of a few minutes — too fast for either of you to comprehend.

as if the humid summer air wasn't already unbearable enough, the impact of those words had somehow made the atmosphere even more suffocating.

outside there were cicadas who were continuously humming melodies, and the sound the fan-blades created as they spun around made it all seem like another day during summer break.

for a moment everything was how it used to be a few minutes ago; how every summer passed by ever since he can think and remember.

the way you visited his house every day early in the morning — rang his doorbell twice in a row and how he groggily opened it every time you came over as he, barely awake, listened to what adventurous hangout you planned for today.

his mother ushering him to take rin with him to go along as you dragged them to the beach and stayed there for hours. playing, taunting and teasing, and laughing until the sky was enveloped in an orange-pink hue.

building sandcastles like in your kindergarten days, splashing each other full of water until the three of you went to the local convenience store with clothes drenched in saltwater to buy a pack of popsicles, and betting who'd receive one of the “winner popsicles”.

(in all honesty sae always found it a bit childish as he grew older, but seeing the triumphant grin on his little brother's face as he won and how he stuck his tongue out to you, made him crack a small smile.)

and how the days always ended the same: you and sae on his bed, sucking on popsicles as you watched the ceiling fan twirl around in repetitive circular motions. sometimes while talking about what you want to do tomorrow, future plans or sometimes even spending those times in complete and utter silence.

yeah, it's normal for the two of you to stay silent for a while. sae thinks as you don't respond and momentarily everything is just like how it's supposed to be. nothing’s wrong, it's just your normal summer day. an average, regular and peaceful afternoon during summer.

but to his dismay, that illusion of his quickly gets shattered. “when?” you whisper quietly, as if not daring to say it out loud. sae purses his lips, opening his mouth only to close it after a quick moment which surprises him.

was he scared? no that can't be. he wasn't scared when he told his parents and rin because he knew that they'd support him — they knew he was going to be just fine — he knew he was going to be just fine without them.

but you?

sae gulps down the heavy lump in his throat before coughing, preparing to say something — anything. “at the end of summer break, so in a week or so,” he states nonchalantly, as if it were as simple as that. (it wasn't)

although he should've anticipated your reaction — should've known that you weren't pleased at all about it, it still caught him off guard. “and you didn't bother to tell me until now?”

“i didn't think it was important,” he mutters.

“not important, you say? sae, we're best friends. do you mean to tell me that ‘it's not important’ to tell your best friend that you're leaving for god knows how long,” you retort with slight anger in your voice.

“no, that's not—” sae wanted to explain himself; he wanted to tell you that he didn't want to leave you behind, and the fact that he only told you now was because he didn't know how to bring it up — he didn't want to ruin your day and see your smile falter.

he sighs and settles for a curt “just forget it, i’ll be gone in a week, it's been planned for months now and nothing will change it anyway,” it's far from the thing he initially wanted to say, but does it matter now?

sae sees the way your eyebrows furrow in irritation, how you open your mouth to say something but eventually you just scoff and look away. “yeah, whatever,”

a week has passed ever since he told you that he'd leave and ever since then you didn't reach out, and neither did he.

from continuous door-ringing everyday to a silent house; it's been long since the itoshi’s family home has been this quiet. only the sound of water splashing out of the sink and onto the porcelain dishes was audible, sometimes accompanied by the sound of his mother's humming.

“sae, did something happen between you and [name]?” his mother asks offhandedly, not noticing sae who was peacefully playing with his little brother, immediately stiffening.

for a moment sae didn't know what to say, because technically nothing happened. just a small miscommunication between friends, you'd be over it soon anyway. after all you knew about his plans now, so no need to be mad, right? “no, not really. i’m just busy with packing and stuff, and they didn't really text me either, so i guess we've both been really occupied”

“is that so? today, just a bit earlier, they came over, it looked like they contemplated ringing the doorbell but then left as quickly as they came,” his mother chuckled as she turned off the sink and sat onto the sofa to watch him and rin. “you saw them too, right rin?”

sae turns to rin, eyes wide and full of anticipation. “oh, yeah. i think [name] also came over yesterday and the day before yesterday,” rin murmurs. “i asked them why they wouldn't ring and they looked shocked to see me, but then only told me not to tell you that they were here and left.” he turned to his older brother to look at him, big cerulean doe eyes searching for answers.

sae hisses, and fishes his phone out of the pockets of his sweatpants, opening your chat and messaging you.

sae: let's meet tomorrow, 5 pm at the beach

you: ?

you: mind explaining what's going on?

sae: just come there tomorrow

sae: please?

you: fine

in all honesty, you had no idea what sae had planned. his messages came out of the blue after not reaching out for an entire week.

it wasn't hard to spot sae, his red hair shone brightly in the setting evening sun. “you're early for once,” you note as you sit down beside him.

sae looks up and you'd be lying if you said that the small smile he gives you didn't make your knees wobble a bit, still you didn't come here to fawn over your best friend.

“so what’d you want to talk about?” you ask.

sae's quiet for a moment, looking confused. “i thought you wanted to talk about something. rin told me that you came over but didn't have the guts to ring, so i thought i’d do you a favor,”

was he being for real now..?

you get up, irritated. “if this was the reason you invited me i’ll just go. have fun in spain” but before you're able to fully stand up sae grabs you by your wrist. “wait,” and you look at him, questioningly.

“what, wait?”

“let's talk it out,”

the way he says it so softly and that determination that those stupid cerulean eyes of his hold, almost makes you falter completely. “if it weren't for the fact that you're my best friend, i would've left,” you mutter in (faux) annoyance.

sae doesn't respond and only smiles. “sorry, that i didn't tell you earlier about me leaving. i thought it'd ruin the mood, because you always seemed so happy about the stuff you planned.”

(and i didn't have the heart to tell you about it, out of fear that things between you and me become awkward afterwards,)

you let out a huff of relief. “that's really sweet and thoughtful of you, i did notice that there was something that you wanted to get off your chest but i didn't know how to approach it or urge you to talk about it,”

for the first time this afternoon you take a proper look at him, how his turquoise eyes are intently watching you and suddenly you feel small under sae's gaze.

“admittedly, i do think i would've been a bit sad, but still we could've just used that remaining time to make great memories,” this time you return his smile and sae exhales.

“yeah, maybe you're right,”

“sae, what are you doing here?”

in front of you stood sae itoshi. japan’s football genius; its most valuable player — your best friend.

well, former best friend.

saying his name felt weird because the last time you remember saying it aloud was when you were a teenager.

clinging onto sae, and hugging him tightly before his flight departed and bidding goodbye as he exited through the gates.

after that sae barely texted or called you — he wasn't big of a texter anyway, but the only times he's ever messaged you was on your birthday, new years and his birthday as he thanked you for your wishes and congratulations.

contact “officially” broke after a few years, the little messages and short calls turned into none at all. the only times you ever saw sae was on some interviews on tv or magazines at the grocery store.

“can i come in?” he looks at you through low lidded eyes, before looking behind you. his voice got deeper and hoarse. you think to yourself.

you don't respond — unable to come up with an answer to provide him. what does one even say when your best friend comes back after five years without any announcement beforehand? sae takes your silence as an answer — yes, and walks by you into the living room.

there are a bunch of questions running through your head. “how have you been?”, “why didn't you text me?”, “was it hard to adjust to your new surroundings?” but none of these questions leave your mouth, instead you trail after sae into the living room where you spot him sitting on your couch.

“nothing’s changed,” he notes as he looks around. you sit yourself down the sofa, although a few inches away from him. “yeah, me and my surroundings might've not changed but that doesn't apply to you,” you remark.

sae remains silent but if you were to look more closely you could see that the corners of his mouth are twitching. “tell me sae, what made you think it's okay to come here after a period of no contact? without telling me how you've been, without telling me that you'd come over,” irritation is written all over your face, but you don't care, you just need answers.

“also, wouldn't one normally visit their family first, instead of ones—” best friend lies on the tip of your tongue but is that really the relationship you have with sae? “— best friend?” said person who's been plaguing your mind for the past few minutes now, finishes your sentence.

“sorry?” you're caught off guard, because not in a hundred years would you've thought that sae itoshi would ever verbally announce you as his best friend.

“you wanted to ask me if it isn't unusual if one visits their best friend first, instead of their family right?” sae asks. “yeah pretty much,”

he exhales, “i already visited rin. i told him to get his priorities straight,” usually you'd ask what he meant by that, but you have the feeling that you maybe shouldn't this time and settle to answer him with a small hum of acknowledgement.

“also shouldn't it be clear why i'm here? i wanted to see you,” sae says it as if it's the easiest thing in the world — as if it's crystal clear, and states it like it's the obvious. “i missed you,”

if someone would've told you that sae itoshi missed you five years ago, you would've laughed and brushed it off, reasoning it that sae isn't one to say sappy things.

stupid sae and the ways he makes you sway.

but here you are, experiencing it first hand and feeling how your heart races. still there were so many unanswered questions and as much as you wanted to hug him again, feel how his body molds against yours, you know that you couldn't — at least not yet.

“miss me, my ass. at some point you just didn't bother to reach out anymore,” you scoff. “do you know how hurt i was?” you whisper through gritted teeth.

“let's talk it out, okay?” you feel a sudden wave of deja vu washing over you, as if you've already had this conversation once before.

“if you weren't my best friend, i wouldn't hear you out,” you murmur under your breath.

sae inches closer to you, taking your hand in his and pats over it. this is so ridiculous. the sae you knew would’ve never done this. this is strange and a change but..a pleasant change?

just for this once you'll let someone into your heart so easily again, this is an exception — sae's the only one who'll you allow to do some bullshit but still welcome with open arms again.

“fine,” you mutter before burying your head into his nape and your arms sneak around his torso.

a feeling so familiar, so right.

“i missed you too.”

end note: reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 + tagging @azullumi hey fartzul. there are many times when i re-read your messages to reassure myself, knowing that there's someone out there who supports me regardless of what. tbh, i think those messages really strengthened our bond and i love that. i love how we're able to communicate so well with one another <3. + i hope with the messages i send you im able to make you feel loved enough; that im able to provide you that love that some people weren't able to give you, so that you feel appreciated enough and know that the things that you do for others don't go to waste. your heart is so pure, i love you more than anything.

#blue lock #sae itoshi #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi fluff

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buckyalpine · 1 year ago

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I’m going to redo this story. Here is a version I wrote that I feel is okay but I have another version in mind so I’ll write that tooo. I didn’t want to throw this away completely so maybe at least 1 person will like this 😭 @paulasocean another version is coming bb ❤️

"Okay, I can't for the life of me remember what happened during this mission" Nat grumbled while sitting in the conference room, catching up on paper work after Fury had demanded all mission reports be handed in by the end of the week.

"Honestly, neither can I" Steve shook his head, rubbing his temples, the past few months all melting into a blur. Everyone had been running back to back missions, prioritizing actually saving people over filling out reports. "I only filled out half of it and before I could finish, someone put it away"

"Please tell me it's somewhere in this building, I can't spend the rest of the day writing about how many time Steve jumped off a roof with zero protection" Bucky groaned, most of his mission reports consisting of all the recklessness his bestfriend did.

"Go check the records room, someone probably filed it there" Tony suggested while Bucky nodded, heading down to the very bottom of the compound where there were rooms upon rooms filled with documents on every criminal and terrorist organization to exist as well as individual cases. Steve and Nat followed, the both of them wandering through the shelves where the most recent reports were, quickly locating the latest one.

"He's this big billionaire with the most advanced technology in the world and but he's keeping records in the basement like a creepy grandpa" Nat huffed, scanning the shelves.

"You'd think he'd have these all digitized by now, given how much he loves technology" Steve snorted while Bucky remained silent, preoccupied with a different row of shelves that caught his eye. His heart hammered a little harder than usual as he looked at the five full floor to ceiling shelves that were solely for Hydra. He was sure at least two shelves would be for his atrocities alone.

"Buck, c'mon" Steve patted Bucky's shoulder, already seeing where his bestfriends mind spiraled, "Nat found what she needed, let's get out of here punk"

"Just-give me a second" Bucky murmured, opening one of the drawers and flipping through the papers, swallowing thickly at some of the agents he'd recognized, ones that had tortured him to no end.

That's when another face caught his eye.

His blood ran cold, flipping through the pages faster, hoping there was some sort of mistake.

It couldn't be.

It was your face, over and over again but under a different name.

Svetlana Petrovitch

"St-Steve?"

"What is it Buck" Steve frowned, seeing the color drain from Bucky's face, taking the file from his hands, his own eyes growing wide.

"Please tell me that isn't her"

"That's y/n" Steve murmured, not understanding where there was a file on you at all, let alone why it was associated with Hydra. Bucky grabbed the filed back before looking at others, his anxiety only getting worse. "Svetlana?"

"These aren't files on those who were taken or held captive. This whole shelf is just for agents who have worked for Hydra throughout the years. They're all Hydra agents"

Bucky needed it to be a mistake, a misprint, a file placed in the wrong section, you were his whole world, you would've told him if you were associated with hydra. His mouth wen dry, clutching onto the papers as he wordlessly made his way back up to find you.

You had been gone all morning, insisting you were just going to grab coffee but now he had his suspicions. You usually always asked him to tag along everywhere but every so often, about every two weeks, you would disappear on your own for hours on end.

He'd also hear you speaking to someone on the phone in hushed whispers but he'd never once questioned it but based on what he'd just seen, he had no idea what to believe.

Who were you.

He tossed the file onto the table as soon as he saw you in the room, the tick in his jaw worrying you. You got up, making your way over to brush his cheek, freezing when he stepped away from your touch as if it would burn him. Everyone left the room, sensing this was a private moment between you both.

"Bucky, is everything okay-

"Where were you"

"I-

"Tell me where you were this morning"

Your heart sank to your stomach, the guilt plastered on your face causing his emotional turmoil to worsen.

"I-I told you I went for coffee" Your shaky voice lacked truth, only confirming his suspicious further.

"Did you work for Hydra?"

"Bucky-

"Y/n, it's a yes or no question, were you a hydra agent or not"

"I-

The fact that you hadn't said no, the fact that you looked guilty, unable to look at him directly in the face was enough to send Bucky over the edge.

"H-how could you?!”

"James, you don't understand!-

"No. No" Bucky shook his head, tears welling in his eyes, his stomach twisting in knots. "Don't. Just don't"

"Baby, please just listen to me-

"Is y/n your name? Hm?" His eyes were red from unshed tears, a part of him still desperately hoping this was all a bad dream. That his girl, the woman he trusted with his entire life, was really who he thought she was, "Or is it Svetlana. You were part of them. You probably still are, is that why you came here? Did you pretend to love me all this time just to get me back to them? Is this what all of our relationship was to you? Find a way to get the Winter Soldier back?"

"Bucky stop!" You cried out, your voice cracking, wiping away at your wet cheeks. You couldn't get a word in as he backed away from you, shaking his head, feeling disgust and confusion at the same time. His heart yearned for you but he wouldn't be able to over come this. "Please-

"There's nothing to listen to. How-how can I ever trust you again" His throat felt like it was being squeezed shut all over again, just like the days Hydra strapped a collar on him to hold him in place every time he was wiped. "I don't even know who you are anymore. I-I love you but I can't-

"Bucky don't do this, just let me explain-

"YOU CAN'T! THERE'S NOTHING FOR YOU TO EXPLAIN!" He snapped, making you flinch back. "You-you could've told me! How am I supposed to trust you?! I've told you my darkest memories and-and fuck, you would've already known, right? This was all a game to you, you would've already known everything I'd ever done. Were you part of that too? Huh? Did you also have a say in all the shit they did to me when I was under their control?"

"NO!" You shook your head, covering your ears, unable to take the words he was saying to you, never in a million years would you ever have done such a thing to the man you loved with your entire being. "Jamie, I would never, I love you, just sit down with me baby, please-

"I'm sorry. We're done. For good. I can't even look at you. You know I love you, fuck, I-do you have any way how much I love you" Bucky's voice dropped to a whisper, moving to softly cup your face in his hands, brushing away at the tears that continued to spill from your lashes. He traced his thumbs along your soft cheeks on last time, his soul feeling like it was being ripped from his body as he dropped his arms back to his sides. "But I can't do this"

He stormed out of the room without looking back leaving you torn, broken and sobbing. You ran past the others who were still worriedly waiting outside and right to your room, locking it, instructing FRIDAY to forbid anyone else from entering.

It didn't take long for you to pack all your things. You didn't have much.

You never did.

You left behind all of Bucky's Henleys that you'd stolen along with all the sweet gifts he'd bought you on your dresser; you figured he wouldn't want to see you anyway.

You had left the compound by that night.

Steve signed at the sight of his best friend spending another night destroying himself at the gym, dark red stains covering the leather of the nearly torn punching bag.

"No one knew?" Bucky's voice was hoarse from nights of crying and getting by on coffee and taking out his frustrations out on the gym. He'd stayed in his room for days on end, not speaking to anyone, his head and heart aching. His knuckles were split from how hard he'd been punching the bag, only to be held back by Steve who couldn't stand to see Bucky like this anymore.

"No. None of us knew anything. I spoke to Tony, those files were sent to us directly through SHIELD. When Tony ran his background checks, everything came up clear. There's gotta be more to this Buck. Why don’t you-"

"I loved her" Bucky shook his head, still feeling betrayed over all the things he didn't know. "But I can't"

Weeks went by and Bucky grew more reckless. Not having the love of his life by his side coupled by the fact that there were so many unanswered questions pushed him further and further to the edge. He hated that he still dreamt about you every night, tossing and turning in his cold bed, without you there to keep him safe and warm. You were on his mind every single day and every single part of him wanted to know where you'd gone, how you were doing, guilt starting to eat a him.

He never gave you a chance to explain yourself, jumping at you the second he thought you had strong ties with Hydra, that you were an agent yourself. He'd never even let you get a word in, breaking things off without a second guess.

To make things worse, he'd gone as far as accusing you of also being part of all the pain he'd been put through.

No one knew where you'd gone.

Except Tony.

"Just tell me where she is" Bucky ran his hands through his already messy hair, pacing up and down Tony's office while the billionaire sighed. "Please"

"I can't. She asked me not to and I can't break that Barnes. Plus you broke up with her, it's not like she left cause she wanted to"

The guilt that was already eating at him only worsened as he sat down in defeat, angrily wiping his face.

"Is there anything you can tell me? Something? Anything, I'll take anything at this point, I fucked up so badly"

"The most I can do is let you know if she comes back or if she wants to talk to you"

Bucky didn't press the issue more, taking it upon himself to scour the records room again to see if there was anything else on you but he came up short. There were no other files on a person with the last name Petrovitch. He never actually looked through your file properly, feeling too much anxiety from the first time he'd seen it. When he bothered to read it again, there was hardly any information, only having a few fuzzy pictures of you at the base with some other agents as well as how long you'd been there for.

There was one place he'd get his answers from.

SHIELD.

"Who is y/n"

"Sargent"

"TELL ME" Bucky's voice nearly shattered the glass, causing Fury to flinch while the others took a step back. After Tony didn't reveal your location, Bucky went straight to the head office, his brooding glare alone getting him instant access to the top floor. The team accompanied him for moral support but also to keep things under control just in case, everyone standing in the directors office on edge. "You kept this from me, from everyone here, I need to know, what does she have to do with Hydra"

Fury sighed, pulling out a thick file from a second safe, dropping it onto the table, shifting through papers before pulling out one of a picture from when you were young. Bucky recognized the twinkling eyes, his heart breaking all over again for the young little girl in the picture, lost and innocent.

How the hell did he think you'd been an agent.

"Y/n, y/l/n. Originally named Svetlana Petrovich by Hydra. Her birth mother had been used as an experiment to procreate more super soldiers in case the serum couldn't be replicated. The serum didn't take so she was rendered useless. Her mother was never seen again. Her supposed father was one of the many soldiers who had been given a different version of what Sargent Barnes has"

Bucky was frozen in place as Fury spoke, feeling absolute agony over the words he's said to you. Your broken face and pleading voice played over and over again, making him nauseous.

"Hydra kept the child in hopes of using training her into a weapon. She was cared for by a woman who was appointed to be her handler. She raised the child differently, without anyone else knowing. Don't ask me how she did it, we don't even have a name"

Everyone continued to listen in stunned silence while he spoke.

"Agent y/l/n wanted to escape but remained at the base to ensure no one hurt the woman who had taken care of her. She didn't go on any missions but she was trained to be one of the strongest soldiers they had, hence the images of her at the base with other Hydra operatives. She remained there until the woman's death and escaped the very same night. We recruited her a few years later"

"How do you know all this and why didn't anyone know" Steve stepped in while Bucky remained silent, trying desperately not to break down. Not only had you been born into the worst situation but you only remained there to protect the one person who was like a mother to you after you lost your own.

"I have my ways, Captain. She didn't want anyone to know. She wasn't proud of the fact that she'd been brought up in such a place. She left it all behind but wanted to use her skills for good. There's a reason she one of your top agents. She didn't learn those skills from just anywhere"

Bucky wordlessly walked out of the room, unable to sit and hear another word. His heart broke for the baby who'd been forced into Hydra's hands without a fighting chance. Yes, you had been raised by someone who wanted to love and care for you but you'd been tortured and trained more than anyone else and after you finally escaped with a life for yourself, he'd accused you of betraying him. He hated that he had come to Fury for answers when he could've just let you speak instead, letting his own anger cloud his judgement. He still didn't know where you'd disappeared to or who you'd be on the phone with but Bucky had to speak to you, no matter what it took.

"I'm only giving you her location because she sounds miserable and I'm assuming it's because she misses you. If she pulls a gun my head because of this, its on you" Tony mumbled, scribbling something onto a sheet of paper and stuffing it into Bucky's hand. "You better grovel your ass off"

Bucky couldn't care less about traffic laws as he swerved through the streets to get to you, his motorbike revving through the city till he reached a dingy looking apartment building. He frowned, double checking the address before parking his bike and walking to the lobby. Bucky made his way to the concierge, the man seemingly recognizing him immediately.

"Sargent, I'm assuming you're the boy she's been moping over" The man at the front desk gave him a pointed look, giving him a key and directing him to go to the top floor before he could even say anything. Bucky's cheeks reddened with embarrassment, nodding with a thank you before dashing off to get to you.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he was surprised to find the peeling and dusty hall way empty with just one door right in the middle. His heart hammered against his chest as he shakily raised his hand to knock. He could hear shuffling on the other side, wiping his palm against his jeans when he hard the lock click open.

"Baby, I'm so sorry I- oh-mam, I'm sorry, I must have the wrong address-“

An elderly woman opened the door, her eyes twinkling as she looked him up and down, taking his metal hand in hers and pulling him inside. Bucky stood in confused silence as he entered the large apartment, which was a stark contrast to the mess it appeared to be on the outside. The interior was sleek; the apartment large enough to take up the entire floor. It made sense why the whole hall only had one door. A large living area was off to the right, decorated with a mix of abstract and modern art; a lot of the pieces reminding him of things that you would paint yourself-

"You must be James" she hummed, taking him into the living room while Bucky's jaw was still hanging, utterly perplexed over where he was. "Let me get your girl"

"My girl?"

Before he could get another word in, the woman disappeared, coming back moments later, dragging you with her. You stood stiffly, refusing to meet his eyes while she huffed, giving you a gentle push towards him.

"Now you both sit and talk" And with that, she left.

"Y/n" Bucky want to fall to his knees and beg you to forgive him, his heart breaking over the way you looked at him like a stranger. The eyes that used to hold so much love, so much spark were now hollow and empty and full of hurt.

"No. You didn't even give me a chance to explain myself Bucky" You kept your voice as steady as you possibly could, your throat already starting to grow painfully tight. You weren't one to cry easily, especially after years of training to repress your emotions but Bucky was your weakness.

"I know. I was wrong, I should've listened to you, it was so wrong of me, I-It's just-I'm not excusing myself, I promise, it's just-I didn't know what to think and I'd always hear you on the phone, sometimes you'd disappear for hours and you wouldn't tell me where, I-I'm sorry I thought the worst when I saw that file. It doesn't change the fact that I didn't let you get a word in. I'm so sorry angel"

You sighed, letting your heart soften. You knew Bucky came with his own baggage of trust issues and while you'd wanted to tell him about the phone calls and visits, you worried about if any of it would make him uncomfortable.

"It was my mother" You whispered, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers, "That's who I'd call and come to see. Well my adoptive mother. Handler. She was like a mother to me"

"But-I thought-" Bucky blinked in confusion, Fury had made it clear the woman had passed before you escaped, "She's alive?"

"I helped her escape with me. We faked her death so they wouldn't come searching for her. She had been captured there to work as a nurse. We changed our names. I didn’t want her living there anymore after I left. This is her place; Tony was nice enough to renovate a penthouse for me without asking questions. Before I joined the team, we'd lay low in cheap rentals. Now I know she's always safe. The concierge is a trained agent"

Bucky felt an inkling of hope when he stepped towards you and you didn't step back. He nervously brought his hand to hold yours, letting out the breath he was holding when you didn't pull away.

"Please forgive me baby, I-I should've given you a chance to explain, I'm so sorry" Bucky squeezed your hand, his thumb coming to brush away the tear that trailed down your cheek.

"You hurt me" You whispered, sniffling. "I'm not upset that you got mad or felt hurt and confused. But you thought I was an agent Bucky. You-you thought I'd do something to hurt you" The last word barely made it out as the first sob escaped. You were able to take Bucky's hurt and confused but no the fact that he'd doubt your love for him, "Did you think I-I didn't love you?"

"No! I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry baby. For everything. For everything you had to go through, for everything I said. I shouldn't have acted like that. I should have trusted you, I know you love me, no one's ever loved me the way you do doll"

“How could you not trust me. Why didn’t you at least let me explain it to you Bucky”

“I know baby, m'so sorry" Seeing your walls crumble made Bucky's heart ache, his body moving on its own to wrap you in a protective hug. He hated to be the cause of your tears, understanding why you'd been nervous to tell him about your past. Of course you came with your own traumas from Hydra and even though he endured similar things, it still wasn't easy to open up about. "Will you please come back home? You don't have to stay in our room, you don't even have to forgive me, just- please baby"

You melted into his embrace having missed his warmth, his scent, his safe arms.

"I should have told you. I-I was scared-

"Shhh, I understand. You don't have to explain it, m'sorry i didn't know and lashed out. Please come home baby" He whispered against your hair, kissing the top of your head while keeping you pressed to his body. You nodded against his chest, too lost in hugging him back to notice your mother's watery smile or happy sniffles.

"Take me home, Bucky"

Of course after you'd come home, Bucky continued to earn your forgiveness, making sure you understood he'd never doubted your feelings for him. He starts to join you as well when you go to visit your mother, blushing when she calls him handsome. Butterflies erupt in his tummy when she give him her blessing while he fidgets with a ring he'd bought, keeping it safely in a velvet box for the right moment.

During vulnerable nights there are times where he needs you to hold him and nights where you need him just as much. He loves that he can comfort and hold you too, letting you pour your heart out when you feel like it or humming soft lullabies till you fall asleep when you don't feel like talking. One thing that is for sure, he'd never push you away from him again. There no one else on this earth that he loves and trusts more than you.

Once again, this version was meant to be trashed so. pls.

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rmbunnie · 10 days ago

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It's most likely just Starlin trying to get to Jason dying faster because he did not like Robin, but the whole "Jason's spiraling because of his grief for his parents" thing they were trying to spin was honestly really weird, not supported by the rest of the run INCLUDING the parts Starlin wrote, and kinda reads like an unreliable narrator situation because all of the information supporting it is given through Bruce's narration, him speculating on Jason's thoughts and actions.

The plot thread of Jason's grief for his family affecting his behavior shows up like TWO issues after Jason first becomes Robin back when Collins was writing, and gets sorted out after one conversation where Jason gets to confront Bruce about hiding his father's death from him for 6 months. After that Jason is behaving normally until they encounter three predators in a row, and each time Bruce insists that they can't do anything because of The Rules and assorted red tape/diplomatic immunity plotlines. (The sister of a woman who got dismembered actually tricked the violent-misogynist killer who dismembered her sister (and then got his serial killings dismissed through a technicality) into attacking her, and ends up killing him in self-defense, and then Jason's like "seems fair" and Bruce is like "no. it's NOT. we need to follow laws and not take justice into our own hands. which like wtf Bruce! you are a vigilante who just used a custom tank to fight an evil televangelist! who then got ripped to shreds by his followers while you watched!)

Bruce kinda just decides with Alfred that it must be grief upsetting him and not the dozens of brutally killed women and their predatory killers who the law inexplicably protected, (all written by Starlin, so retconning it for DitF like five issues later would be an odd move) but the only text claiming that's why Jason was upset is from Bruce's POV and through Alfred's dialogue. Jason himself doesn't display any signs of grief in the story itself, or even act or speak in a way that alludes to Catherine and Willis beyond looking at a picture of them and smiling fondly while he sorts through their possessions. He kinda just happens upon the box with his mother's info by chance, and is like ok i guess we're doing mom searches now. He was only going for a walk through his old neighborhood, not actively searching out info on his family. When Jason is deciding whether or not to run off without telling Bruce, he considers telling him and then goes "no, all he cares about is being Batman, he wouldn't even understand why I want to see my mom." Which, I mean, "Bruce wouldn't get it" is a REALLY odd angle if the sole motivator for spiraling, then getting benched* and running away to search out his bio-mom, was because he was mourning his dead parents, a thing he notably has in common with Bruce. That statement only really makes sense if he's thinking about a different thing that was greatly upsetting to him that Bruce brushed past, like maybe a combo of hiding the murder of his dad for half a year and allowing several cases involving sexual violence to freely develop body counts in the name of the law.

Lots of people have written about how Jason's stay in the manor might have seemed dependent on being Robin with how he was kinda just scooped up, but (if we're including Detective Comics in our characterization,) Bruce had offered to let him resign from Robin and just live with him (a little late, but still. It's worth noting Batman proper shows Jason afraid and uncomfortable at the thought of Dick taking Robin back, which lends more merit to the housing-dependent-on-Robin-misunderstanding interpretation, but canon is pick and choose anyways.) The lack of trust involved in his choice to search out his mom kinda reads like it was bred by more than that alone, and Bruce's prioritization of the law over the protection of the people it ignores is notably upsetting to him in the prior issues. tbh I really do believe the outcomes of those cases could have informed Jason's stance that Bruce's method of justice is ineffective right alongside his own murder and his experiences in Lost Days.

It would make sense for Bruce to not consider his own actions while he's thinking through things that would upset Jason, because from his point of view the things there that were bothering Jason were the criminals alone, not the way that the methods with which they were approaching their crimes continually led to the perpetrators evading actual justice. During the point in DitF where he's thinking through motivations for Jason's running away because something isn't adding up for HIM, the idea doesn't so much as cross his mind. It would also add another layer to Jason's sulkiness upon Bruce's arrival if he held the belief that Bruce is ignoring the consequences his brand of justice has on victims (and the way it's affecting him to helplessly watch it play out), starts to hope that Bruce actually can understand his thought processes/relate to him when he shows up, only to be told to his face that Bruce is prioritizing his style of justice over Jason again. With the way everything that led Jason to his bio-mom was comically circumstantial and the context of the previous issues, it's kind of the ONLY way Death in the Family makes sense to me. Tldr: I feel like the grief claimed as reasoning for Jason's actions leading up to his death is mainly speculation from Bruce and Alfred and the more textually-supported reason for his erratic behavior and lack of trust in Bruce is the lack of intervention in several sensitive cases that led them to worsen unobstructed and eventually permitted them to escalate into casualties in 2 out of 3 cases.

*Also, side note, but the idea that Jason got benched for the Filipe situation, while perfectly reasonable, is not quite spot on. The Filipe situation escalated into the fight in the junkyard where his dad is crushed by a car and Bruce is all "everything you do has consequences" which is kinda big words for a guy whose lack of action indirectly lead to a girls death earlier in the storyline, but true. Jason actally gets benched because he jumps directly into gunfire while fighting the third set of predators and Bruce starts to worry he's getting a little suicidal with it. He baits a guy into shooting at him on purpose again trying to protect mom prospect number 1 later on in DitF, so Bruce might have had a point with that one.

#do i think this was Jim Starlin's intent? ehhhhhh maybe maybe not #but it's fun how well everything adds up when you think about the subtext and implications outside of what's explicitly given #like Jason sees several predators go free under Batman's eye gets murdered then shows up believing that Batman fails at deterring evil?#surely these incidents could be related to each other #idk it's just fishy to me that Jason's grief is only spoken of by Alfred and narrated by Bruce #and his reactions to the deaths of over a dozen women and his dad's murder being covered up go unmentioned by both #“Jason doesn't talk about his parents lately” Jason has hard conversations through notes + refuses to talk about anything upsetting at all #he has his own narration in other parts of the story but somehow never mentions the grief he's said to feel #jason todd #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #death in the family #batman #batman meta

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sgiandubh · 1 month ago

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No lies last forever, part 2: the (over)due confirmation

With the Happy Sad Confused Tenth Anniversary Live Special being made available online, I think all doubts have now been lifted about the entire Intergalactic Bullshit this fandom has been deliberately fed for years and years in a row, by a cheap, sad troll and his accomplice. Both imbeciles' determination being only matched by the cast's complete indifference to fandom drama and, as I already wrote (https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/764711074507390976/no-lies-last-forever?source=share), ***'s incompetent, tone-deaf PR.

You can watch the entire recording here, by the way:

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The part where S specifically addresses his (non-existent) 'friendship' with William Shatner has been explicitly planted by the end of Jack Quaid's dedicated segment. That it has been discussed and planned prior to the show is obvious. And this time, Josh Horowitz wasn't even subtle - he announced the topic way before it 'spontaneously' popped into the conversation (39:42):

Transcription follows:

Josh Horowitz (JH): 'So, what's the dream for further voiceover roles, do you want a Pixar movie, do you want Outlander -the cartoon, what do you want?'

[laughter throughout the panelists]

S: 'Oh, I'm a Star Trek fan, actually' [women in the audience boo and shout - I wonder why, seriously], 'I am a Star Trek fan, I grew up watching Next Gen, so maybe Below Decks is... come on, guys.. '

[Note: yeah, he's such a fan, he has no idea the correct name of the cartoon spin-off, in which Jack Quaid has a voiceover role, is Star Trek: Lower Decks]

JH: 'We'll get him out in a second' [note: Jack Quaid], we'll talk some Star Trek, amazing...'

See? Not even subtle, if you ask me. I think this is something S wanted out for a good while now. It doesn't erase or even ease the pain and the trauma brought to so many people in this fandom by a pair of idiotic bullies, but I think it was very brave of him and, at any rate, it's better later than never.

And so, I waited. And waited. And waited. And then, here it went (01: 02: 54):

JH (consulting notes):' Um, we also should mention Star Trek: Lower Decks, we talked Star Trek a little bit earlier...'

Jack Quaid (JQ):'And, by, the way, this is the last season of Lower Decks, but we would have loved to have you! What the fuck, I didn't know you watched the show! [inaudible, if someone caught it properly, something like 'that was so close', I'd love to know more and especially who said it - thank you] Unbelievable!'

S: ' That is so cool, man!'

JQ: 'Oh, thank you, dude! Oh, yeah, hey, let's get rendered (?), let's do this, we keep going, let's get him on, let's do it!'

JH: 'Isn't...isn't William Shatner a big Outlander fan? I feel like he is...'

S (very uneasy): 'Ah... erm... yeah... (scratches back of his head)...I hung out with him once, we went to his stables and I watched him like riding a horse and stuff.... And, I don't know, it was really weird, cause sometimes I wonder if I am speaking to him via messages and stuff, or if it's actually his assistant [JQ: 'oooh!'], I don't know...'

JQ: 'Does his assistant look a lot like him?'

S (chuckles): 'Kind of...Yeah, you can't tell them apart. Yeah, no, but I believe he was a fan, until he saw me ride'.

Despite the jocular tone, I think everything is pretty much clear, here. Definitely a prepared conversation, despite Horowitz's efforts to make it sound playful and spontaneous. Something he even took prior notes about and made sure to include in the panel - nothing more serious than that, in fact. As for the sad cretin mentioned there, what would be left to say... S sent the guy to Coventry in barely two phrases and actually poked fun at his appearance and demeanor ('you can't tell them apart'). So long for the fictional 'friendship' and 'communication' between S and The Assistant, so long for the braggadocio that horrible little man exhibited all the way, pretending he actually had a personal relationship with S (well, as we all see, he actually doesn't: he doesn't even have a name, in S's book, as acquaintances, let alone friends, do). His only claim to fame was what, in reality? Answering some X DMs sent by S to his employer? Hello? How about his threats, then? How about his repeated calumny of people he didn't even know, calling them 'crazies', 'in need of medical attention', etc?

And please, don't come after me with that sorry excuse that 'it's S's humor'. There was nothing humorous about it and I have proven it already.

I will leave you draw your own conclusions about the non existent friendship with Shatner, something that has probably been 'encouraged' ex nihilo by *** and taken to dramatic cheapness and conflict with and within this fandom by The Assistant himself, mainly, and his friend, the OG Troll. I do not remember hearing/seeing Shatner himself saying all those horrible things (please correct me if I am wrong), so until I am proven the contrary, it's only logical to have many thoughts and questions about these people's strange, very strange obsession with OL and its two main co-stars.

Not to mention the most idiotic threat I have ever read in this fandom. Something I fell upon by absolute chance this morning. I mean, I couldn't even believe people actually bought such primitive, kindergarten bullshit:

[July 29th, 2017]

' Do you still want OL to continue or not, people?'

Empty, illogical threats: why would *** cancel its actual cash cow show, just because two co-stars had something SO obvious, that people realized there was more than the official narrative to it? And what about the crazy story about Albrecht & co. investigating and allegedly menacing fans with going to court? Has this cretin ever realized the potential media scandal would have far outweighed the inanity of such a claim? That it could very well have a serious impact on ***'s company profile and future projects, even?

I really, really think both of these Unsavory Clowns should find another playground and another obsession to cling on (wasn't the first, would not be the last). Elsewhere. In a galaxy far, far away.

PS: Thank you, regular attendee who bravely spilled the tea and thank you, old shipper who came forward and confirmed. And many heartfelt thanks to all of you shippers, old and new, who also bravely stepped forward with their personal take on everything these two have done to this place.

Dare we hope this is the beginning of the end? What is sure, is that no lies last forever. Or as we say in Romanian: minciuna are picioare scurte și adevărul o ajunge/'a lie's got short legs and truth will always catch up with it'.

[Later edit]: edited to add a new, improved clip that actually does include the entire conversation.

#fandom #shitshow #Happy Sad Confused 10th Anniversary Live #Youtube

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azrielwingspan · 9 months ago

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'SOMEONE' (AZRIEL X READER)- PART 2

Summary: You are convinced that Azriel was the one to send the note. Anxious about facing him, you lose yourself in your head but strangely, things are turning out...weird.

Warnings: Mild swearing

A/N: Thankyou so much for the response on the first part you guys! It was supposed to be a one shot but due to popular demand, I wrote down a second. Not gonna lie, I'm a bit nervous about this because peer pressure haha. Really hope this meets expectations. Did my best to make it fun and playful.

Read Part-1 here.

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'It's hard not to pry when you're involved.' The words kept flitting through your mind , jumbling your thoughts and stirring up a butterfly party in your stomach.

You knew it was from Azriel. Who else could it be ? Not believing it at first, you tried to think of all other possibilities and came up with zero. No else could possibly know about it.

Except him.

After stewing upon the unexpected turn of events for a good couple of hours, you did something anyone else in your position would've done.

You tried to hide.

From a spymaster.

You were really setting standards in the department of intelligence.

It had all started when you were having lunch with Cass and Mor at the House of Wind. "How was your new book?" Mor asked stuffing herself with the mashed potato in front of her. "It was alright. It just felt a little flat." you stabbed at the piece of chicken on your plate.

"Why the gloomy face? Everything okay?" Cass looked at your face intently. You sat up a little straighter, forcing a small smile onto your face. "I'm great."

"Are you on something?" Your head shot towards Mor, a flabbergasted look on your face.

"What made you say that?"

"You've been acting weird since yesterday and just this morning you stared off into space with a stupid smile on your face. Now, you're gloomy. I've seen this before--"

"Oh for Mother's sake, I'm not on anything Mor." A choked laugh burst out of you at the incredulity of it.

"Is it because of the stable boy thing yesterday? Shit Y/N, we didn't know you still --"

You narrowed your eyes at Cass , daring him to finish that statement. He immediately backed off, putting up his hands in the air.

"Just a concerned friend." He said with a teasing smile.

"You guys are the worst." Soft laughter was shared between the three of you before disaster struck.

Footsteps echoed from the stairwell making your head whip towards it. Eyes widening a fraction, your brain was thrown into a whirlpool of thoughts , each one fighting for dominance over the other. You knew with absolute certainty that it was him. There was no one else in the house. You also knew the sound of his footsteps but that was a fact to be pondered upon on a different day.

Wait, he was a spymaster. Why was he making a sound in the first place?

He wants you to know. Doesn't want to catch you off guard. The still functioning part of your brain helps you out.

"Are you having a seizure?" Mor's voice registered in your head.

"No , but I might." you muttered under your breath, your body reacting before your mind could give it a command. Almost stumbling from your chair all the while trying to look as unbothered as possible, you excused yourself from the table mumbling a reason to your companions.

Exit points available. The stairwell. Your mind supplied. YOU CAN'T PASS BY HIM. DO BETTER.

The plant. - THE PLANT ?! What were you supposed to do ? Photosynthesize yourself ?!

Under the table.- Ah yes. Have a front row view to his crotch. Way to go.

Balcony.- We don't have WINGS! You screamed at yourself.

The door to your right.- Finally. A good option.

Your face must have exhibited a plethora of emotions during the internalized battle with yourself because Mor and Cass were staring at you like you had two heads.

"Y/N. Please sit down. Something is seriously wrong." Cass said rising from his chair.

"No. No. I just forgot to do something very very important. I'm going to be screwed. I just need to---"

"Have lunch. I'll help you out with whatever it is." The voice like night whispered over your skin setting off goosebumps in its wake. His scent enveloped you, taunting and teasing your senses. It almost seemed to whisper- Look at me.

So you did.

You had expected a smirk or a smile or even a twinkle in his eye. Nothing. No hint or trace of what had happened. No clue to suggest that he knew or that he was the one to send the note.

What if you were wrong? What if it wasn't him but someone else playing a joke on you?

"No it's alright. I..." You didn't get to finish the sentence as he pulled your chair back and motioned for you to sit down.

Sighing out loud you returned to your place at the table trying not to look at Azriel as he took the seat across. "What did you forget?" Cass was starting to sound suspicious. Racking your brain for a quick and believable answer, you blurted out "I have to respond to a letter. A very important one."

The double meaning of your reply hit you the moment it left your mouth. Your body betrayed you and turned your gaze towards Azriel.

Nothing. Blank as a slate.

Starting to grow frustrated, you stabbed into your chicken a little too enthusiastically.

"It's already dead." Azriel said dryly, not even bothering to look up from his food.

Mor let out a snort and thankfully started to recall a conversation she had with a friend of hers. You could feel the tension leave your body as the conversation and attention was steered away from you.

Get your shit together.

Fortunately, all of you were done eating not long after and everyone went back to their duties. Azriel hadn't said or done anything for the rest of the afternoon and you were seriously starting to doubt if you were wrong.

You made your way back to your room trying to make sense of your emotions along the way. There was a sense of relief that Azriel didn't know and yet it was tinged with the undertones of disappointment that he didn't know after all.

Did you want him to know or did you not?

You didn't know. UGH. Idiot.

Stepping into your room, you almost missed the note that caught under your foot.

Fuck. Another one.

Heart thudding painfully, you picked it up with trembling hands. It read:

Anyone is capable of falling in love with your heart. Me? I want to be the someone you give it to. -'Someone'

A/N: I did not intend to end it this way at all but here we areeee. Hope you guys enjoyed it !

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dontmixpaintinyourcoffee · 2 months ago

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Things I Can't Stop Thinking About Since the Gravity Falls Renaissance; An Overly Long Compilation

• It's mostly a joke-y cartoon thing but holy shit Dipper wakes up screaming kind of a lot??? How long has he been doing that for?? How long will he *be* doing it for??

• Stan had to basically teach himself advanced physics and complex multidimensional theories. He had the advantage of the portal mostly being built and having a bunch of the notes post-Bill, but still!! He had to learn how to operate the damn thing! I highly doubt Ford wrote about the portal in the same accessible manner he wrote about cryptids, especially as he spiraled into paranoia. The machinations of the portal weren't meant to be shared with the layperson, it just wouldn't be practical information for most people to have.

(also notable that he went through the whole process of learning how to operate the portal not only through pages and pages of dense code, but with the background of a 1970s highschool education and literally nothing else that would be relevant. Ford works really hard, but this is also stuff that comes to him very naturally. Designing a functioning portal wasn't the hard part. The hard part was getting the idea for the portal in the first place and knowing what to do with it. This shit is so ridiculously advanced and Stan is not an academic mind by any means. No wonder it took 30 years, he had to keep up a fake life and fund his project while grinding away at advanced quantum physics interdimensional whatever science wizard nonsense. I think about those 30 years a lot.)

• It doesn't really get addressed, but I think about Wendy being "super stressed out, like, all the time!" A lot. God, can you imagine living in the same house as Manly Dan? Let alone being the only girl there? Especially depending on when their mom left/died, she probably felt incredibly alone for a lot of her teen years. And given the Apocalypse Training it doesn't seem like Manly Dan is the most stable parent either.

• Stan, Ford, and Wendy could probably bond over having shitty holidays (and subsequently being forced into having awesome holidays when Mabel found out.) Filbrick took Stan and Ford to get free cinder block samples for Hanukkah, and the Corduroys did apocalypse training every year instead of Christmas.

• Pacifica still hears the voice of the Lumberjack ghost in her nightmares, but it's implied on the website that the Lumberfolk spirits have actually declared her under their protection since the events of Northwest Mansion Mystery. That means one of two things: that the ghost in her dreams is just her own guilt-ridden brain, or that the ghost has been appearing in her dreams to try and help her. I think about both options frequently.

• Stan struggles a lot of the time with physical activity, but that's mostly to do with age. He's actually really goddamn strong (beating down the zombies, punching a pterodactyl in the face, grabbing Ford and hoisting him up off the ground no problem, scaling scaffolding and holding the twins up by a rope one-handed). This makes the fact that Wendy beat him in an arm wrestling contest three times in a row way funnier.

• The way the Stans were almost definitely completely willing to beat a random guys ass so that Waddles could get on that bus. Stanford "Your math is no match for my gun you idiot!" Pines implicitly threatened to shoot a stranger with a Weird Sci-Fi Firearm for his great-niece. Stanley is even more direct. There is no confusing what brass knuckles will to to you. I also absolutely believe that they were not bluffing. One of them would've stolen the bus if the guy had mysteriously fallen unconscious due to unforseen circumstances.

• According to Soos, Tad Strange is crushing hard on Woodpecker Guy. Is this general town knowledge? Does everybody know that the Woodpecker marriage is on the rocks? How does one divorce a woodpecker? Alternatively, how does one get divorced *by* a woodpecker? Does Tad have a chance? Is this a small town scandal? Mr. Hirsch inquiring minds want to know. Has Toby Determined written a gossip column on this drama yet. Get your head in the game, Toby

#gravity falls #the book of bill #gf #tbob #stanley pines #stanford pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #pacifica northwest #wendy corduroy #tad strange #woodpecker guy #soos ramirez

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aangelinakii · 2 months ago

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TROPHY WINNER LOVE.

— two trophies on his arm... if you let him.

summary : your relationship with quarterback, clark kent, has been kept under wraps. but now he's had his big win, and he wants to go public!

note : i wrote this on different days so i think i accidentally switched tenses so sorry 😭😭

metropolis arrows have just won against the gotham city panthers in the biggest game in the season, and clark kent — the arrows' star quarterback — is stood before a plethora of reporters, a huge golden trophy the shape of a football in his grip, looking small beside his muscles.

even if you aren't an arrows fan, nobody can deny his star power; that manly, kind charm of his. especially when faced with so many reporters. his pearly white teeth seem to glow with each camera flash.

"so, we've heard you have a special someone at home," one reporter asks. and it's true — it's you. and it's a miracle your relationship has managed to stay out of the tabloids this long, coming on a year. "are you going to be celebrating the win with them?"

at the mention of you — although not you — clark's smile widens, reaching his eyes. a smile meant for the two of you, not the cameras. and he doesn't hesitate to respond.

"of course. not only is this a great win for the team, but also all of our partners who've had to deal with our constant training. they're the true troopers, not us."

and the crowd bubbles with a rich laughter.

before he can choose the next question, another reporter blurts out, "who are they? you've been together so long, and absolutely nothing! surely, with such a momentous win, you can reveal their identity?"

clark's smile falters slightly, and from where you're sitting amongst the reporters, your stomach squirms.

of course. those reporters are always looking for a story. they don't care about the game, about the playoff. just the drama, the gossip.

it takes clark a moment to mull over his words before gets to a reply. his bright blue eyes scan the crowd, and, as they meet yours, he can't help the way his smile widens. your own lips mimic the movement, undeniably head over heels for the man.

and you nod, only causing his smile to tug into a great grin, and his eyes tug away, not wanting to reveal such an intimate interaction to the onlookers.

"well, they're in this room actually..." he speaks into the middle microphone, leaning in slightly, his smile growing playful.

anyone in the spotlight can agree, it's fun to mess with the reporters sometimes. after all, most of them deserve it.

whispers clutter the packed conference room, and no one seems to notice as clark's eyes land on yours again.

dribbles of sweat linger along his hairline, down his temple, fresh-faced from the winning game, and his already-big frame looks stronger in his blue jersey.

"darling?" clark spoke into the mic, eyes unwavering on yours. "care to join me?"

although nervous to be revealing your identity in front of a room-load of newspaper and magazine reporters, you couldn't be happier to be sharing this moment with clark. your clark, who'd assisted in winning the trophy in the last minutes remaining. and so you stood.

immediately, the room began to chatter once more, louder this time, accompanied by the blinding flashes of cameras; ones you'd managed to avoid for so long.

this was a defining moment, and you couldn't believe it was happening.

time slowed as you stepped from your row of seats and walked up to the front of the conference room to join him. without a second thought, eyes never leaving yours, clark's free arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close into his side.

with him here, the recorders and cameras didn't seem so daunting. he was used to this, and you knew that, in dating him, you'd have to get used to it, too. best to start sooner rather than later. and here you were.

from the side of the room, clark's agent managed to calm down the room, and urged only one reporter to speak at a time, choosing one in the corner to do so first.

"tell us about yourself, and do you have any words to say about mr kent's win?"

oh, goodness. never had anyone wanted you to speak so badly, and really care enough about what you were going to say to write an entire article about it.

the words lingered on the tip of your tongue, and you hesitated a moment before leaning into the microphones slightly, clark's grip on your shoulder comforting.

"my name is (name), and i am currently dating metropolis arrows qb, clark kent," you began, still at unease, especially when camera began to flash again. "we met last summer, and i was on vacation on a little island in greece at the same time as clark and some of his team members. i've always been a fan of the arrows — but not die-hard, just because my family supported — and, well, we saw them, my dad wanted some photos because that's what he likes. and, well..." you took a moment to glance back up at clark with a grin, before turning back to the crowd. "clark's gorgeous."

despite the seats chuckling, clark's hearty, although bashful laugh tickled the shell of your ear. something so intimate about being able to make a grown man laugh like that.

"we met again back in metropolis, and that's that."

you took a few moments to breathe, just breathe, and clark held you closer to his side. he knew how nervous you were about this, not one for the spotlight, but he could and would teach you how to cope.

"about his win, i'm just going to say i couldn't be prouder, for both him and his team. this is their win just as much as clark's. and to many more!"

with this, you took a step back, and clark held the trophy out to you. when you reached for it, it was much heavier than you'd expected, but you held it high, grinning as cameras blinked and flashed.

what a headline.

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Part 3: The Gamer

Quick Summary: Haechan is an arrogant gamer. He's won many challenges regarding his online persona however there seems to be one thing in his real life he just can't seem to beat. One day while he plays online looking for someone to chat with he comes across a female character who sparks his interest. She's extremely good at the game and seems to know all his moves before he does. Out of curiosity, he turned his mic on to speak to her, inviting her to a room. She accepts his request and when they play alone together he instantly recognizes her sweet voice. And finally is able to over come that challenge, only to realize new ones arise.

Warnings: Smut lots of it. Cybersex, Physical intercourse, Oral sex (F.m receiving) Fingering, Degarding, Haechan gets smacked in the face but likes it, Haechan is also pussy whipped and Cursing.

Words: 9k

I did not mean to write so much I just got carried away.

MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT!

Enjoy :)

Lee Haechan was not on the top of your list of types of men you wanted to date. You imagined yourself with someone who was physically taller than you, attractive, and humorous. You pictured someone who saw you as their equal and not their success to be placed among the trophies on their wall. You knew what this life had in store for you, your physical attributes being both a blessing and a curse. You wanted to change that for yourself.

So you parked your Mercedes just outside PCBangs where Haechan currently sat skipping his late-night math class. Like many just beyond those doors sat a bunch of gamers addicted to the sound of their fingers typing on the keyboard. Haechan sat amongst those same gamers fingers pressing into his keys and clicking his mouse eager to win whatever online game he was playing.

Stepping out of you're car you stepped towards the small building. You eyed it up and down scoffing. You have never been to this place like this before. You've driven past this specific place so many times, but you've never stepped inside. You pulled out the folded piece of paper from your pocket reading the name of the place under Haechan's name where Jisung wrote it.

Looking back up and seeing the name matched the place you folded the paper back, placed it in your purse, and stepped inside PCBangs.

You looked around noting the place was much bigger in the inside than the out. Rows and rows of people sitting in small cubicles. Face illuminated by computer screens. You walked further inside looking for Jisung who worked here, serving food and drinks to people.

You found him just behind the counter on his phone. Assuming he was just waiting for someone to place an order you walked over to him. "Hey," you said catching his attention. He nearly dropped his phone. Clearing his throat he sent you a shy wave. "Hey. I didn't know you were coming over here," He said surprised you spoke to him. You usually avoided talking to him in public to avoid questions. You figured in this dark room with everyone's eyes glued to a screen you had a chance to speak to him, besides it would only be brief. He's not what you are here for.

You shrugged placing your purse on the table and pulling out the list. Without saying his name you pointed to it. Jisung nodded handing you a pink juice. "He ordered this about two minutes ago. You can bring it to him," he said. You nodded with a cheeky smile. You folded the list away placing it back in your bag.

"You know what?" you asked looking at the drink and then Jisung. He wasn't following you at all. "I got a better idea," you said sipping his drink.

Walking past a few people you avoided their eyes, keeping your sunglasses on. Once you reached Haechan you tapped him. He only turned for a second jerking his head to the right. "You can leave it there. Thank you," he said. You assumed he believed you were a waitress. You chuckled placing the drink down. Staying behind him you slid your arms around his frame taking your sunglasses off and placing them over his eyes.

Confused he took them off turning around only to be met with your eyes. His chair spun his body sat in the chair meeting yours. You let your arms fall back into place. Hand holding your shoulder bag tightly a grin on your pink glosses lips. You stood before him. His confusion instantly morphed into joy. Putting your frames back on and leaning up to kiss you. With a smile on your lips, you turned your head, and he placed a kiss on your cool cheek.

"I didn't know you came here. Let alone play video games," he said in the form of a question. You shrugged taking off your bag and placing it on the small desk where the computer sat. He followed your eyes like a lost puppy waiting for you to respond to him.

"Only recently," you said in response a teasing undertone when you spoke. He didn't question any further. You grabbed onto the arm of his chair pulling him from his game. He smirked seeing you turn him away from the desk making room for you to step inside the small space.

You step inside your arms pulling his chair closer to you as you squatted sitting on his lip. He felt his throat tighten, his lips becoming dry. He licked them repeatedly as you sat down clearing his throat. He tried to control himself. He couldn't lose his mind right now, not here. The feeling, the underlying fantasy to push his hips up, pressing his semi-hard-clothed dick into your ass was building inside him. You shifted around swinging your legs so they'd be under the desk. He thought right then and there he'd lose all sense.

"Are you okay?" you asked shifting again just to hear his small reactions. His breath hitched and small noises left his plushed lips inches away from your ears. It was nothing but music to you. You were getting exactly what he needed. He let out another groan. He tried to cover it with the fact his character got shot in the game. The boy next to him with half a headset on looked over concerned. Haechan looked over at him hearing the boy's chair creak as he tried to take a peek at what was going on.

Haechan gave the boy a weird, awkward smile. The other boy raised his brow completely lost. "I've been at this all day. I've just been losing," he excused. The boy just nodded slowly and was slightly uncomfortable. He turned away fully placing his headset on his ears.

"How does this game work?" you asked a mischievous smile on your lips, a moan escaping past them. You let your hands ghost over him. Hovering over his right hand, he clicked slowly on his mouse, trying to regain focus. You leaned forward placing your elbow on the desk and chin in your hand.

You pushed your ass back further onto him planting itself right on top of his dick. He blinked a couple of times, unsure what to do with his free hand. He didn't know if you were pushing up on him on purpose, but what he did know was it felt good, too good. He was afraid he'd cum in his pants. He placed a hand on your hip trying his best to adjust you, but he couldn't deny how good the pressure felt.

He leaned close to your ear lips barely touching your skin. You could feel the faint of his warm breath tickling your skin sending a shudder down your neck. He smirked enjoying the feeling of you so close to him. Being this close to you he could smell your perfume. It fogged up his senses slowly turning him into a madman. Becoming addicted to being this close, being able to smell and taste you. He placed a small wet peck just under your ear on the back of your warm neck.

"I know what you're doing," he whispers laced with lust. The hand on his keyboard finds itself comfortably on your hips. He gave your waist a gentle squeeze. You could hear the grin on his lips the more he felt you apply pressure to his cock.

"Fuck baby your being such a bad girl, Rubbing your ass on my cock in front of all these people? You just want all these horny little boys to see you get off on my cock, huh?" he said surprising you for a moment. You moaned low letting your head fall back on his shoulder. He scoffed help you fix your body. The other hand that was on his mouse's left, bringing itself down your neck. Sliding down the rest of your body, however, he stopped at the button of your pants.

You moved back a little, letting your ass rest just on his pelvis. Your clothed clit rubbed against his clothed dick, searching for any kind of friction. He groaned deeply into your ear, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment then opening again. Haechan having enough of your behavior stilled your hips.

You chuckled listening closely as you heard Haechan slowly start to fall apart. He was trying to control you, he'd probably try and make you get on your knees under his desk and suck him off then maybe if your good he'll reward you. God knows he was imagining it, maybe he should tell you more of his dirty little thoughts revolving around you.

While this sounded delicious, you had overheard a story about the pretty boy once. At one of Jaehyun's many parties. You recall being in someone's bedroom playing truth or dare. One of the girl's truths was to tell her most embarrassing hook-up story. You didn't know the girl very well but you know an unsatisfied girl when you see one.

She said how "Haechan loves to claim he's a dom," making all the girls giggle and gush in that random boy's bedroom. Based on the alcohol smell it was most likely Yuta's. You looked around his bedroom not paying much attention to the story, but you did remember one, now important part of the story.

" He claimed he loves "being in charge" and "taking control," she said sarcastically. One of the girls had scoffed, "So what? You're saying he's a pussy?" she asked causing some of the other girls to laugh. She shook her head lips pursed. "Nope," she responded. The girl across from her straightens up now interested in the story. "Then what is she?" she asked eager to hear more. You continued looking around the room picking up a basketball trophy barrier under some tank tops, from a few years back.

"Worse, I can deal with pussy though," she joked causing everyone to laugh. You even giggled placing the trophy back. The other girl who asked the original question tapped the girl's arm who you assumed was her friend. She tapped her trying to grab hold of her attention again. "What is it then?" she asked. Once the laughter died down the girl with the long brown hair spoke.

"He lies about fucking girls but the only girls he fucked is online," she said causing some's eyes to widen and other blinked confused. "So what he has a lot of phone sex?" another girl asked. The brown-haired girl nodded her head. "It's easy to pretend to fuck and be a dom when you don't have to see the person and they don't have to see you. The little arrogant prick is a virgin," she said crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn't upset though, she was more annoyed them anything. You all had found out she had found out this news earlier in the night.

That party was only a few weeks ago, no way he lost his actual virginity during that time spent.

Hearing him being so nasty to you now on the phone was perfect. He told you he had only imagined you on his lap while he slid past your pants and pushed his thick fingers into your tight hole fucking your wet pussy so well and soo deep. He currently sat in PCBangs legs spread and hand squeezing his dick underneath his desk with you on the phone. You knew by the sound of his voice he was close to coming so you stopped.

"Haechan," you called through breaths. "Yes?" he asked a sigh escaping his lips.

"Come over, I want you to fuck me for real," you said a breath leaving your lips smirk forming. You heard his cough a couple of times before the phone hung up. You chuckled to yourself sitting up on your bed and walking over to your bathroom not too far from your desk. As you stepped inside you removed your silky pajama set stepping out of your shorts. You placed off to the side fixing up your hair to take a shower.

The shower water is turned on, and you let your hand go past the glass feeling the warmth of the water. You adjusted the heat testing again. You smiled once the water felt just right. You stepped inside the shower closing the glass that covered your naked frame. You hummed letting the warm water touch your skin. You felt the steam calm down your body, the hot water relaxing your muscles. This was always your favorite part of the day. You closed your eyes taking in the warm water wishing this peaceful moment could last forever.

After some time the water ran cold. You sighed opening your eyes annoyed you had to step out. You look down and see the wrinkles in your hand. "I'm pruning," you said jokingly to yourself. You chuckled turning the water off and pulling the glass back. You stepped out on your bath mat drying yourself. You wrap a towel around your body and walk into your bedroom shutting the light off in your bathroom.

You walk over to your walk-in closet. You didn't have to walk too far in, on the left hung your pajama sets. You skimmed through an array of sets. Some blue, green even a couple of pink sets. Your eyes landed on the lilac set. You took it off the track changing into the garment. You checked yourself in your full-length mirror, twirling around and swaying from side to side you hummed satisfied with your look. You left the closet closed the light and walked to your vanity.

You sat down in your white cushion seat pulling out all your lotions and creams. You applied the vanilla-scented lotion to your warm skin. The lights from the mirror illuminate your face. You turned to the mirror applying some creams to your face. Your skin glowed under the light. "This feels so much better," you commented your skin feeling less dry and tight. You smiled clapping your hands together. "Where is my phone?" you asked out loud searching for the piece of technology.

You spotted it on your lamp desk. You walked over picking it up and switching to your camera. You snapped some shots of yourself seeing Jisung's name show up on your screen.

"How did everything with your plan go? You left before I could ask what it was," he asked you leaned over switching off your LED mirror. You stood up pushing in the chair. "It went as well as I expected it to," you said walking over to your room light switch. You flicked it off hearing the sound of your dog plopping on your bed. She walked in circles paws digging into your mattress before she found a comfortable spot to lay.

"Also you never told me Haechan is a virgin. I mean I already knew but it seems like a pretty important piece of information," you commented calling Jisung out on his poor skills in being your spy. He chuckled you could hear the mattress dip from the other side of the phone. He played around with the strings on his hoodie as he listened to your voice. He didn't mind you talking about a whole other boy while on the phone with him. As long as he got to talk to you, that was alright with him.

You sat back on your pillow on your bed pulling your covers back. Hand reaching out to touch your real pillow princess. She snuggled up to your hand. "He is? He told everyone he wasn't," he said genuinely surprised. He sat up on his bed a bit Yangyang turned to him taken back by the boy's reaction. Jisung brushed him off with his hand motioning for him to leave. He rolled his eyes but listened to the younger one closing the door behind him.

You chuckled on the other end. "Even if I didn't hear the story of how he lost his phone virginity I would have known. Man, you are such a dork," you teased hand pulling back from petting your now sleeping dog. The same hand crosses over your chest. Your elbow leaning on your free arm. Jisung frowned but didn't pay much attention to your comment. You usually joked with him that way, kind of like everyone else. At least you knew when to stop the jokes or the appropriate time to make them.

The guys at the house only ever spoke to him when they needed someone to throw jokes at. It used to be Taeyong whom they picked on, but after he moved in along with Jaemin and Haechan it seemed like he was their new punching bag. He shrugged off most of your jokes as just jokes. Unlike his so-called 'friends' whose jokes felt more like insults. He didn't mind when you called him a dork, it came off more as an endearing nickname than a petty insult.

"Whatever," he chuckled a little after your laughter died down. "At least I provide you with good information," he threw back confidently. You nodded pursing your lips. "That you do," you answered unable to deny his skills.

"So tell me who else," you said. Jisung raised a brow getting more comfortable on top of his sheets. "Who else what? Is a virgin?" he asked just making sure he heard you right. "No, I want to know who else has a dog. Of course who else is a virgin!" you said licking your teeth. " I wanna know who else is a liar," you said checking your nails your eyes rolling in annoyance. Jisung sighed thinking about it for a moment.

"Okay from what I know Haechan is a virgin-,"

"Yes, yes we know that already," you said cutting him off annoyed he just wouldn't get to the point. He sighed letting out a sarcastic laugh. "If you cut me off again I won't finish," he said.

"Just go!" you shouted through the phone emphasizing the O. He sighed shaking his head not believing for a second he was having this conversation. "Well Mark, Doyoung, and Taeyong are virgins,-"

"We know that," you said cutting him off again.

"That's it I give up!" he said hearing you whine. "I'm sorry I'll shut up," you promised. He sighed a smile on his lips. He shook his head looking up at his ceiling and then back at the spot on the wall in front of him in his dark room.

"This may come as a surprise but I know for a fact Jeno is a virgin," he said causing your eyes to widen almost throwing yourself off your bed in shock. Next to Jaehyun, Yuta, and Johnny, you would have bet money, confidently Jeno wasn't a virgin. Captain of the hockey team with girls constantly throwing themselves at him and he's never fucked any of them. It just seems too hard to believe.

"No way. How do you even know?" you asked still shocked by this information. Jisung recalled the moment he discovered his friend claimed he 'lost his virginity'. Telling their friend group he lost it to his high school girlfriend when he first joined his high school basketball team. He claims they broke up once he started college and switched to hockey which is why no one had ever seen her or met her. Privately Jisung questioned this and in a future moment he and Jeno brought up the topic again.

"He asked me if I was a virgin. I didn't respond and instead asked him. I think he knew that I knew he was lying and told me the truth. He did have a girlfriend during high school, but once they graduated they split and he went to college a virgin," he said thinking about how he never thought he'd ever share this story.

"Wow," you said through a small gasp. "And you?" you asked. Jisung caught off guard stilled for a moment. He felt his breathing begin to pick up the sweater starting to make him hot and uncomfortable. You waited for his response but it never came. "Jisung?" you called tilting your head unsure as to why he didn't respond. He cleared his throat removing his sweater.

"Yes?" he asked again.

"Are you okay?" You asked. He nodded unsure what to do with his hands. He swallowed hard before he responded trying to cleanse his now dry throat. "If you nodded I can't hear that," You commented noticing he took too long again. "Sorry, I'm fine," he responded through nervous blinks.

"Good. So are you a virgin?" you asked. He went to respond but you received a notification. "I-" he began but was cut off by you. "I'm sorry Haechan is calling me I have to go," you said apologetically. You were genuinely sorry. You discovered after becoming closer to the boy you enjoyed his company. You liked talking with him, he made you feel so normal, so comfortable. You felt like you could tell him. anything and he'd never judge you. I mean how could he? He was helping you ruin the people he called his friends.

"It's fine," he said a mixture of disappointment and relief in his tone. He wanted to keep talking to you. Heck, he could go on for hours just listening to your voice alone. He enjoyed the sound of your voice being his lullaby and sometimes morning call. He assumed you liked talking to him as well. You call him a lot and invite him over, sometimes even letting him stay in your spare room. However, he didn't know where the topic of him not being or being a virgin was going, and that made him nervous. He doesn't want to ruin the relationship you two have, it's truly special to him. You are special to him.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow," you said wearing a weak smile. Your phone continued to ring as you hung up just as Jisung was saying goodnight.

"Hello," you addressed Haechan. You could hear loud wind coming from the other side of the line. "Hey I'm outside your place," he said arms crossed over his chest. The cool fall air nibbed at the parts of his skin left exposed. He zipped up his sweater to his chin, the cool wind under the night sky nipping at his skin.

You pulled your covers back your fluffy, beige dog picking her head seeing you put on your white slippers. You walked over to your rack picking off your lilac robe. You slid your arms through the holes, tying the fabric that hung around your waist.

The lilac robe with black feathers at the ends and collar kept your body warm as you stepped out to your living room. "Come upstairs. Fedrick knows you are here for me," you said resting on your couch. You let your slippers slide off your feet landing on the white carpet. You turned on your electric fireplace not too far from where you sat, just beyond the coffee table.

"Stay on the phone with me?" he asked walking inside your building. You nodded gleamful eyes watching your fireplace. Your couch was placed a few feet away from your door, perks of having such a large living space. The giant flatscreen mounted on the wall a few inches above the fireplace.

Your kitchen is a few feet behind you, with a dark marble island, and a small bar not too far from the fridge. "Sure. Just let me know when you are here so I can open the door," you responded a teasing undertone in your voice. Haechan let out an airy chuckle. You could hear his heavy boots as he stepped into the elevator.

You heard a scratch from down the hallway that led to a few rooms like the guest room, a bathroom, your office, and your bedroom. You didn't think much of it hearing small clicks on the floor. You heard a plop next to you. You looked over seeing your dog's tail waging back and forth. You smiled petting her head. You heard the elevator ding indicating he was close. He like some others knew where you lived since you were known for having small get-togethers inside your apartment various times throughout the year.

"I'm heading down the hallway now. I should be there soon," He said making his way down the brown velvety hallway. "Haechan can you hurry up? I miss you," you pouted. You smirked once you started to hear his pace pick up. His breathing quicked and footsteps became heavy as he rushed across the beige carpet floor. You looked towards your door. Silence washed over your entire apartment. You saw when two feet stopped in front of your door. The silence still made itself known in the room. You could only hear the small faint breaths of your pet.

Knock Knock

"I'm outside," he said. You hung up standing up from your place on the couch. You walked over to the door fixing up your top, pushing your breast up with your bra. Undoing the knot just slightly so the robe would expose more of your cleavage. You pulled the robe back inches from your shoulder so the bottom would ride up. You smiled satisfied with yourself. Until you realize you have forgotten your perfume. Lucikly you always kept a spare in your-

"What the fuck?" you cursed to yourself searching through your bag. You pulled out your wallet, gum, and lip gloss. You dumped the whole bag next to the table where your keys were placed and found nothing. You let out a sigh in disbelief. Another knock on your door caught your attention. You turned your neck to the door. "Just a minute!" you called turning back to your dissolved purse. You never take that small bottle out of your bag. There's no way you just lost it. You placed everything away wishing no one had stolen it.

Instead, you went to your room quickly running down the glossy wooden hallway. You grabbed the larger bottle from your nightstand spraying it on your wrist, neck, and chest. You twirled around and rubbed it into your skin. Then you placed down running quickly back to the door. You let out a breath as you placed your hand on the knob then, like an actress slowly opened the door.

Haechan stood there hands stuffed in his sweater pockets, jeans touching just slightly past his ankles, and boots on his feet making him a few inches taller than he normally was. His head lifted from his boots that dug into the carpet to meet your frame. He couldn't see the way his eyes scanned your body. Your warm, soft skin is on display for him to see. Your fingers graze over the slit of your silky robe playing with the hem. Haechan sucked in a breath a vibration against his teeth.

Curious eyes wandered your skin imagining sinful thoughts. His mind clouded with lust picturing you above him straddling his waist aligning his thick cock at your entrance and pushing it past your tight hole and into your velvet walls. He wanted to know what sounds you'd make when he thrust upwards into your hole. What sounds would your pussy make when you swallowed him. Would you whimper and moan? Or would you groan chasing after more?

Skin on skin, your sweat dripping down your body and mixing with his creating a mixture of heat. He wanted you to fuck him raw and dirty, pull his hair and grab his neck cutting his airflow.

He felt the strain in his pants the more he thought of you. He mustered up some courage to speak to you, say anything to you. He didn't know what to do with himself in front of such a pretty girl.

"You look nice," He said with a shy smile fiddling his thumbs in his sweater pockets. The sweater brings him comfort in this moment. Taking another glance at you he regretted hanging up earlier. He wanted to hear what you sounded like when you cum. You smiled taking his arm and pulling him inside. "Why don't you take to me like you do in your games," You said guiding him down the hallway with a sway of your hips when you turn the corner to your bedroom. He licked his dry lips simply nodding his head and letting out a breathy, "Okay"

You pushed him onto your bed a mischievous smile on your lips. You raised a finger to him. "One second," you said turning away and walking to your dresser. Haechan watched your every move making sure to not miss a single step in your walk. Haechan's hand traveled from his sweater to the print on his jeans.

You hadn't done much but guide him to your room, touching his hand, he might have also caught a whiff of your addicting perfume. That was enough for him to lose his mind. The dirty boy squeezing himself over his jeans his lip caught between his teeth. He couldn't help it anymore, letting his hand unbutton his jeans and pull out his dick.

The tip angry and red in his fist precum spilling out the tip. His cock is in pain and in need of being touched. He fisted himself slowly at the thought of you on your knees in front of him. Your hand replacing his spreading his creamy juice all over his throbbing dick. The way it would twitch in your hand as you jerked him.

His head was thrown back in pure bliss thanking the Gods for this moment as you placed him flat on your wet tongue. Hearing your saliva mixture with his cum, the squish sounds it would make as you bobbed on his cock so dumb on his shaft. His hand comes up to your head holding your hair in his grip the harder you took him. The moans you make vibrating his dick. It was too much for him he was gonna cum-

"Having fun?" you asked arms crossed over your chest. You had already grabbed what you needed but upon arriving back you saw the perverted boy's legs spread out, mouth open, eyes shut closed with his cock in his hand covered in cum. He panicked adjusting himself and removing his hand from his dick. You had removed the robe left in the silk top nipples peeking from underneath and shorts barely covering your thighs giving Haechan something else to think about.

"I'm sorry," he blabbed eyes glossy and lips tinted red from how hard he bit them. "That's okay my love. Since it's your first time I'll be nice," You said walking over to him. Without a thought, he slowly laid back the closer you got. Your hands find his zipper and pull it down his frame. You took it off his shoulders yanking it down his torso. He watched in awe as you underdressed him listening to every command and order you gave. He pulled his t-shirt over his head watching as you pulled down his jeans and boxers leaving him completely naked in front of you.

"Sit right," you demanded seeing him straighten himself up. Your demands going straight to the head of his dick. Precum leaking through the tip and seeping past the cloth. His hand sliding to his cock again like the perv he is. He squeezed himself the precum shooting up past a small opening by his tummy. Droplets settling on his stomach.

You pouted mocking him standing in between his legs you took the hand that was on his dick and brought it to your clothed pussy. He watched you with wide eyes letting you use his fingers. He groans slipping past his lips once you let his hands explore without your help. Slipping past your shorts and finding your wet folds he groaned cock twitching a gush of cool air hitting his skin making him rut his hips upwards.

"Fuck your so wet," he praised circling his fingers around your clit. His fingers coating in your clear juice. Dancing around and collecting as much of you as he could. You dripped down your thigh, forming a puddle on your sheets. You yanked his hand away. Feeling cocky he brought his fingers to his nose sniffing you. Then he let his glistening fingers slip past his pink lips.

He bit lips head falling back at your scent. Your pussy almost as addictive as your perfume. He hummed at the taste, his digits still past his lips savoring your sweet taste on his tongue.

You pulled a red ribbon out of your short pockets snapping your fingers to get his attention. He opened his eyes quickly finger slipping from his lips. Already drool forming at the corner of his mouth. In a matter of ten minutes, you had made him completely pussy whipped making the rest of the night just too easy. "This is for you," you said placing the ribbon over his eyes. He was confused but let you do your thing. He didn't mind exploring new kinks if it meant he got to fuck you in the end.

"This should help," you whispered to him. "Leave it on," You said sternly. You pulled down your shorts throwing them to the side as well as your top standing naked before him. He whined at your loss a few seconds away from pulling up the ribbon to see where you went. But he listened to you.

Your fingers danced on his thighs, and he shuddered at the sudden contact. "Haechan," You called sitting on your bed, sitting behind him. Your legs wrapped around him. His hands grazed your skin, up and down your thighs. You leaned your head on his shoulder tilting it to the crook of his neck.

"Talk to me baby," You said. It finally clicked in his head what you were doing. You knew he was a virgin, you must have heard the infamous story of him thickening out at Jaehyun's party. All because he wanted to stop the teasing he received from his friends. He had spoken to many of the girls he met online while gaming every night. And with Jisung showing up to the house less and less it made it easier for him to talk to the girls in their room.

He'd talk to them through his headset creating a private room for just the two of them. He didn't want their numbers, or socials he just wanted to cum and go. Until you found him in one of his games. You had Jisung play for you while you spoke to Haechan. He knew your voice the minute you spoke to him and was more than willing to give you his number. That's how he ended up here, he considered himself so lucky. So now to make this moment worth it, he was going to say exactly what he always imagined to you.

"What do you want to do to me? Show me," you whispered to him touches lingering on his skin as you faded away leaning back on your pillows. His ears followed the distance you created. He sucked in his teeth but turned his body to you.

"First I'd touch you here," He said hands reaching your neck and caressing the warm skin. He leaned down closer using his other senses to find you. "Then I'd kiss you," he said pressing his lips onto you. The kiss was passionate and wet. Tongues mixing and exchanging salvia. Your hands tangling in his hair yanking on his locks. Who knew he kissed so well?

He let go catching his breath, chest rising up and down. "Then," he said through his pants, hair starting to fall in front of his face. "I'd touch you," His fingertip dragged down your skin, down the valley of your breast, just past your belly and to your pussy.

“Here," he said gathering all your wetness on his finger and spreading it throughout your folds, coating it on your clit. You couldn't deny the way he was making you feel. The warmth he created throughout your body was incredible and the attention he paid to your clit with his fingers felt heavenly. He was being selfish with you, all because he had something to prove to the world. A virgin can fuck and feed like am an experienced man.

"Then I'd put my tongue here," he said leaning down to your chest. You could feel the strains of his brown locks tickle your skin. He used his head to feel around your skin stopping once he found your left breast. His mouth engulfed your nipple sucking on the hard bud.

You let out a moan going straight to Haechan's ears his cock twitching as it pressed against your inner thigh. You let out a few more moans as he speeded up on your clit. He loved the sounds you made for him only encouraging him to go faster.

Your back arched off your bed mouth falling open as he released from your breast. "Then," he said a smirk on his lips his fingers slowing down making you whimper at the sudden loss. You reached your hand up slapping him across his skin. His head turned to the side red print on his face, but he wasn't mad. The little perv liked it letting out a pleasurable groan dick thrusting forward. "Don't get cocky," You said sternly. He nodded bowing his head wanting to mess up again just so you'd hit him again.

"I'm sorry Mommy I won't get carried away again," He said body moving downwards. He leaned down to your belly. "How about I make it up to you?" he asked pressing wet kisses on your soft skin his hair tickling your tummy. He moved his head to look up at you even though he couldn't see you.

He pictured what you look like right now. Probably sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead and neck. Chest rising up and down. Nipples hard shuddered everything you felt a cool breeze on your skin. The thoughts encouraged him, kissing his way down your body.

He sucked your clit then pulled away. You let out a loud whine making him groan mouth falling open. "Then I'd take you in my mouth and give you everything you deserve. I'd suck you so good Mommy, make you cum so hard," he said sinful acts clouding his judgment. His mouth engulfed your clit tongue flicking the bud quickly. You moaned an earthy moan bringing your hands to his hair gripping tightly on the locks.

“Fuck your doing so well baby,” You praised looking down and seeing his head completely disappear between your thighs. His tongue lapping between your folds. More of your white, creamy juice slipping past your hole onto his thick tongue. The scene made you moan out loud seeing his hips flexing into your mattress fucking your sheets. You allowed him to fuck your sheets seeing him get off was hot.

He brought his finger up your hole feeling the way your juice dripped out of you. He caught the drop on the tip of his finger circling it around your hole then pushing was remaining back inside you curling his fingers upwards. Your back arched using your elbows you tried to pull yourself away but Haechan didn't let you.

Arm wrapping around your frame pushing your stomach down and other fucking into your pussy so well you could cry. He pulled away for a second still fucking you so well and deep with his fingers. "Just wanna be good for you," he pleaded got mouth sucking your clit again. You lifted yourself on your elbows watching the boy completely turn into an animal on your pussy. Your hands pushing his face further into your core. Flexing your hips, humping his tongue the point of his nose meeting your clit.

You felt your whole body vibrate the pleasure becoming to much for you. You tried to push him away again but he didn’t let you. Using his big hand to hold you down pushing your stanch and yanking you forward. You squirmed under his touch feeling his fingers explore places no one have ever reached. Curling up inside you motioning a “come here” with his index and middle as he grazed your happy repeatedly making your mind run wild.

He felt himself on the brink of cumming again once you flexed your hips into his mouth, but he didn't want to cum like this. He wanted to cum once he got to fuck you. Spilling his creamy, thickness into your pussy. So to his shame, he pulled away making you whine after being denied another orgasm tonight.

"Haechan," you whined but he shushed you with his lips. Only finding your mouth when you released faint little breaths. "I haven't fucked you yet Mommy," he said above your lips. His mouth covered in your slick. You turned your head, arm extending to open your dresser to pull out a condom. You sat up opening it up and sliding it on him. He groaned at the feeling of your hands on him.

You sat back spreading your legs and pulling his waist towards you. You aligned him at your entrance helping him slowly push his cock inside you. He felt the groans get stuck in his throat. He had never been inside a woman ever but something about you felt different, so special.

Haechan looked a mess. Fat cock jerking in his hands as he prepared himself to fuck you. Mouth and fingers still shiny with your juice. Precum stains on his thighs. Drool falling from his lips. His hair stuck to his forehead but also different parts pushed back from how hard you pulled on his hair. He looked totally fucked out. He palmed himself slowly aligning himself at your glistening hole.

"Then I'd push my cock into your tight hole," he said letting out a groan as you squeezed around him. He gripped your waist using it as support holding himself straight. The squishing sound he heard when your juice formed at your hole, pushing it back inside you sent him into a frenzy. His head fell hair dangling on his skin. You moaned, him filling you up so deliciously you could cry. He pulled his hips back out and gripped your waist tightly making sure he wouldn't fall.

"Then I'd fuck you so well," he said plunging himself back into you. You let out a loud, earthy moan coming deep from the back of your throat. He was so snug inside you reaching places no one had reached before. Haechan was losing himself above you eyes squeezed shut underneath the red ribbon. His mouth open spilling thousands of curses from his dirty mouth. You were taking him so well, being so good for him. He needed you to feel how good you were making him feel.

"Fuck princess your pussy's swallowing my cock up so well. I could fuck you all day. Just imagine what I could do if I had this pussy every day and night. So tight around my dick, I could practically feel you're dripping down my cock," He spat praise after praise from his plumped red lips. You whimpered at his words, no one ever said such dirty things to you before. Maybe after this, you could still keep Haechan open for a future fuck.

"Fuck baby you squeezing so hard around my cock," he said pushing his chest out and flexing his biceps around your waist pounding into your small wet hole. "Fuck Haechan you feel so good inside me," you pleaded a moan escaping your lips. Your head falls back on your soft pillow the headboard smacking into the wall. Thank God your neighbors were on vacation.

You continued to clench around the boy squeezing him so deliciously tight he couldn't stand straight. He fell forward rutting his hips into you like a dog. Vigorously he kept his pace loving the way you moaned his name loud enough for everyone to hear. You wrapped your arm around him pulling him close to you his mouth wrapping around your nipple sucking on the hardened nub.

"Fuck princess you're doing so well for Daddy," he praised against your skin. The praise was getting to your head and going straight down to your pussy and the cocky mother fucker knew it too.

You caught his devilish smirk. You couldn't let him think he had you, you had to remind him where he was and who he was fucking. You pulled his mouth away using all your strength to flip him over slipping out of him. He let out a small whine disappointed, he was so close.

You straddled his waist aligning his cock at your entrance. You leaned down body slightly hovering over his. You licked a strip on his lips catching his focus. His chest rose quickly up and down slight pants in every breath he took. Sweat glistened all over his body under your dimly lit bedroom light. His tone, honey skin just barely shone courtesy of the moon.

His brown locks in all different places pointing to opposite sides of the room. Parts of his skin, including his face a burning red color from all the grabbing and smacking. The imprint of his fingers is still on your waist and arms. When you stood up high above him you could feel your juice run down your leg. When you leaned forward you could feel it drip onto his leg.

So you gathered so of it on your index finger trancing it over his lips. He puckered his lips trying to suck your finger between his teeth. You chuckled pulling your finger away. Your fingers came together grabbing onto his chin and holding him in place.

"You seem to have forgotten who's in charge here. I'd hit you again but I think you liked that," You said Haechan felt his cheeks warm up a blush rising on them as you spoke about his secret kink. You lifted your hand the other and placed it on his hard chest right where you could feel his heartbeat quicken. He was hoping you were doing what he believed you were.

You played with the fabric around his eyes. "You have a lot to say when you can't see me. But how about when I take this off," you said barely above his face. "Can you still talk as good as you fuck when you can see me?" You asked just above a whisper. He nodded slowly hoping anything he'd say would just get you to remove the blindfold. You smirked moving back taking the ribbon in your eyes and slowly peeling it from his eyes.

His eyes fluttered open widening the minute he saw you. Straddling his waist, naked and wet just like he dreamed. He reached out his hands needing so desperately to touch you with with his eyes. He groaned at the sight pulling you forward watching your pussy slide against his cock jerking it on his tummy.

Brows furrowed and hands tight on your waist he let his tip touch your clit and pussy jerk his shaft. He couldn't put his thoughts into words. He couldn't even feel you all that well, the condom in the way. But still, we are so intoxicated by you, the woman he dreamed about. Obsessed with the very idea that you wanted him this close.

You brought your hand stopping him. You pulled back rising high. He stammered his words a part of him not ready to see you fuck him. But the other half screaming at him to just let you do what you needed to do, you were already giving him everything and he wanted it to continue that way.

"Y/n can we- Oh Fuck," he cursed feeling you push into him sucking his cock so well. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," he cursed as you rutted your hips against him. His eyes jumped out of their socket and his lips formed an O as he reached so far into you. His hands help you thrust forward.

“Fuck you feel so good," he groaned his head falling back on your pillow. You slide your hips up slowly and then let your ass fall back on to his lap, your bubbly flesh rippling as they slap against his thighs. There’s a faint slick noise in the background. Your pussy leaking all over his fat cock. Creamy white slick dribbling down his shaft and to his balls.

His chest rising up and down sweat dripping down his chest. "You doing so well for me baby," you praised hand sliding up his chest and wrapping around his neck giving it a gentle squeeze causing a choked moan to spill from his mouth. His lips pouted whimpers fell from his throat. You continued flexing your hips into him quickly chasing your high.

"Fuck baby," He cursed trying to get the words out but your grip on his neck was too tight. "I'm gonna cum," he coughed. You released some of the pressure you had on his neck watching as he gasped for air. But he didn't stop nor push you away continuing to pull your hips forward. He felt his climax approaching quickly, he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

His whole body twitched his mouth falling open and back arching off your mattress. "Fuck baby I'm cuming," he groaned snapping his hips into yours. He spilled into the condom legs shaking and toes curling as he came.

Your clit rubbed against his pelvis chasing after your high that was so close you could taste it. "Fuck me too," you moaned the knot in your stomach bursting coating his cock. You both caught your breath before you slipped out of him. You lay on your back chest rising up and down. Haechan leaned over to wrap his arms around your wiats but you stopped him.

"You can go. The door will lock itself when you leave," you said turning your neck to him his hand still placed on the curve of your hip. He raised a brow scoffing. "What? You kicking me out?"

You chuckled villainous smile on your lips. "What did you think was gonna happen? Don't your friends do it all the time? And so do you when you hang up on those girls and ghost them," you retorted with a shrug of your shoulders. With wide eyes, he looked so offended. "So this was all what some stupid lesson? he asked showing his defense.

You leaned up to him placing a soft peck on his cheek. "Better?" you asked. He huffed standing up from your bed. He gathered his clothes and got dressed. He kept looking back at you but you hadn't even turned to face him just playing with the blanket that covered half your body. He scoffed shaking his head feeling used and not in the way he intended to be.

"So that's it?" he asked hands snapping at his waist now fully dressed minus his black boots. "You take my virginity and kick me out like some slut?" he asked motioning to your bed. You sighed turning to him and pulling the blanket to cover your body. You sat up on your pillows supporting your back and turning to your side to pull out your baby wipes. You cleaned yourself as you spoke to him.

"Haechan don't make me explain it to you. You and your selfish little dirty friends do this to girls all the time. Whether you fuck them in person or online so what makes a difference if I do it?" you asked him. He remained shut knowing deep down he couldn't fight back. Everything you were saying was true. But it made him think. Could this have something to do with Si Cheng?

"Is this because of Si Cheng?" he asked. He picked at your wound and it stung. You hid the hurt on your face. You coudln't let him see you as weak. You straighten yourself throwing away the baby wipe keeping your cool.

"You think I wanted to fuck you because of your idiotic friend? Regardless if I told you if I fucked him or not you wouldn't believe me. So I think it's best if you keep the questions out of your head and don't worry about my business. I fucked you right? Isn't that what you always wanted?" you asked a sly smirk on your lips. You couldn't help but smirk, you had hit another nerve.

He scoffed shaking his head unable to spit anything back at you. Even if you fucked Si Cheng or not he still got to fuck you and that's what mattered. He turned away opening your door but before he could leave you stopped him.

"Oh Haechan," you called. He stopped his hand on the doorknob. He turned his head slightly the corner of his eyes watching you from over his neck. "Yes?" he asked laced with attitude.

You made an o shape of your lips pretending his word stung. You wanted to laugh but you'd save it for Wendy. Instead, you shook your thoughts clearing your throat to speak.

"Tell anyone about this and I'll have my father cut off your dick and have it mailed to you by Christmas," you warned. His heart rate quickened. Men, and women, anyone for that matter who messed with you never returned once your father was involved. All he did was nod, he even turned and bowed to you as he left.

"Would you like this open or closed?" he asked.

"Closed is fine," you responded. He nodded quickly waving, "Have a goodnight," he said closing the door behind him. You could hear him quickly run down the hallway. Then a few minutes later a shut and lock of your door. You stood up out of bed to handle your business. When you returned to bed in fresh clothes you pulled out your list crossing off Haechan's name.

"I have to be careful," you said warning yourself. Yangyang may not have questioned you but for a moment of weakness, Haechan did. You were able to save your ass this time, but next time you have to be more careful.

You looked down your list seeing who was next.

Na Jaemin

The campus dealer.

This should be real fun you thought to yourself smiling at your list as you folded it back off. You clapped your hands together light shutting off completely. You put on your sleeping mask, pull it down your eyes, and turn to your side falling to sleep.

When Haechan arrived home that night Jisung waited in his room seeing the boy stumble in. Based on his face your plan worked. Jisung smiled to himself catching Haechan's attention.

"What's got you smiling all stupid like that?" he asked. Jisung scoffed, he was taking his attitude out on him like always. He shrugged, "Life has been going well for me. Made some new friends," he responded watching Haecahn flop on his bed. "Lucky you," he said face in his pillows. He remained there for a few seconds before he pushed up.

"Bad night?" Yangyang asked. Haechan sighed running a hand throw his hair.

"It seems like it's not gonna work between me and that girl I was telling you about," he said disappointed. Yangyang sighed, "That makes two of us," he responded trying to make him feel better.

Jisung pulled out his phone to text you.

Sung- He's pissed lol

He waited for your response. He placed his phone down looking towards the right. Right next door was Yuta's now shared room with Jaemin. He smirked knowing Jaemin was probably going to be one of the easiest yet.

You couldn't wait for Jaehyun's party this Saturday.

To Be Continued...

Thank you all so much for reading Part 3 of my 10-part series Easy A. I really hope you enjoyed Part 3: The Gamer and I truly didn't mean for it to be so long. Overall thank you so much for reading a staying tuned for the next part of my series. Part 4: The Supplier!

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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 months ago

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Male Reader x MCU Cast

Request - Can you write short story for black Male Reader being a actor apart of the MCU and his from Australia but some people don't know because he hides his accent and during a talk show on Jimmy Fallon it's revealed that Reader has the record for most swear words in movie history with like over 400

You are cast in the movie Avengers, playing as Charles Chandler aka 3-D Man. But you had to change your accent to American, it was easy for you to do. You get along with the cast, and on time off they invite you to dinner parties or just hang out with them. You are on a talk show with the cast and Jimmy Fallon is the host.

“Y/N, you are actually from Australia? My wife told me but I told her that you are not from Australia” Jimmy said.

“Wait, you are actually from Australia but you have an American accent,” Robert said.

“I can change accents, from American, British, and Japanese. But yes, I’m actually from Australia. The character I play is American and they told me to change my accent” You said.

“Wow. I’m surprised you didn't tell us or change back to your original accent” Chris Evans said.

“How does it feel they didn't know, Y/N?” Jimmy asked.

“I didn't give them hints or say I’m actually from Australia just like Chris,” You said.

“Wow, Y/N I feel betrayed that you didn't me at all. You are not my Aussie brother” Chris Hemsworth dramatically said to you.

You and everyone started to laugh.

“This something else, they don't know. Y/N, you have made it in the book of Guinness Book of Records. You have sworn over four hundred words in all the movies you have been in. And that is passing Samuel L Jackson. How does it feel?” Jimmy asked.

You are in the front row in the middle and everyone pats your shoulders. They are happy for you and they are surprised at the same time. Now, you started to talk in your Australian accent.

“Wow, I didn't know I made it into the book. This is so cool” You smiled.

“We are so happy for you, Y/N. Wow, now you talk in your Aussie accent” Elizabeth smiled.

“I can't believe you have said bad words over two hundred times,” Chris Evans said.

“I didn't keep count, i just repeated what was in front of me” You giggled.

“We would have shown a small clip but all we would hear is the bleep sound,” Jimmy said.

Throughout the interview, you continued to talk in your Australian accent. After the show, you go out to eat with them. You took a selfie with them and you posted it on your Instagram account.

✫ ✯ ✯ ✯

You are still filming, your last scenes for the movie Avengers. You just found out online that you will be in a movie with Ryan Reynolds and Samuel L Jackson.

“What are you watching?” Chris Hemsworth asked.

“Ryan posted a video of me and Samuel. Watch this video, is funny. And I got the role for a new movie” You said.

“Congratulations, mate,” Chris H said.

You and Chris started to laugh at the video.

Ryan posted a video and you shared it on your social media platforms. He wrote a caption; I wonder who would say the most bad words in the movie, Y/N or Samuel?? He also posted a clip of you and Samuel cursing in every scene of every movie. Many people started to comment and a lot liked the video. You couldn't help to keep laughing at what Ryan did, you and Chris kept watching the video.

#marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #male reader fanfic #male reader insert #mcu cast imagine #marvel mcu x reader

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brigidfromthecelts · 3 months ago

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Do you have any specific headcanons for characters? Specifically lawbin or sanami? Like do you hc them w certain hobbies or ethnicity’s? Just curious I have lots for different characters!!

Hiii @laoise222! Thank you so much for another wonderful ask! You truly make my day! 🥰 Huff, okay, I needed to think this one through for a bit, because, for SaNami, I have a few of them I make reference in my fics, but for LawBin I have fewer! Here it goes:

Sanji likes to spend time at the aquarium bar just staring at the different species of fish they have there and thinking about the All Blue.

Sanji likes to hear Nami speak about anything and everything. He can listen to her speak for hours on end! But he's especially attentive when she's speaking about navigation as he knows it's a subject she's very passionate about.

Sanji and Nami are very good friends and they spend a lot of time together offscreen. They often spend time in silence, each doing their own thing and Sanji isn't so over the top with his silly demonstrations of love (and pervertedness) when it's just the two of them.

Nami asks for Sanji's help in picking tangerines a lot of times because he reminds her so much of Bellemere-San. Especially when the tobacco scent mixes with the tangerines.

Deep down Nami loved the letter Sanji wrote to her in Water Seven. She kept it just to remind herself that there's enough in there to be loved, that people want to be with her not just because of her worth or usefulness.

I firmly believe that Sanji thought about Nami a lot on WCI.

Sanji most definitely fell in love with Nami at first sight.

They are each other's counterparts in whatever universe. Even in a dog-verse or a cat-verse.

Nami goes to Sanji for protection and comfort. He's the one in the crew who brings her the most genuine feeling of safety, especially because of his resemblance to Bellemere-San!

Law is much more of a nerd than what is implied. Think of what we know about him and multiply it by a thousand - rows, and rows of comic books, collectibles, you name it! He's got it.

We know Law likes to collect coins, but how far does this need to collect things go? I personally see him as a bit of a hoarder! Not of trash, but things that mean something to him.

We see Robin reading a lot, but often more intellectual books. I believe she loves to read horror short stories and sappy romance novels. She hides it from everyone because she's ashamed the crew will make fun of her.

Robin knows everything about everyone! But she's super discreet.

Robin learned about Law's coin collection when aboard the Polar Tang and now every time she sees a rare coin, she can't help but wonder if he already has it in his collection.

Law can't get the scent of flowers that accompany Robin out of his head.

I also see Robin being fascinated by Law's tattoos and by his hands, but I might be just projecting on this one!

They most definitely spent time together in Wano. How could they not? I mean, if you find someone with the same shared interests and keen intellect, you'd want to know more about them, right?

Anyway, these are just a few that I have at the top of my head. I'm sure I got many more! 😅 Tell me if you agree with any of them! Also, thank you again for making these fun asks! They make my day!

#brigid answers #one piece #one piece headcanons #sanami headcanons #lawbin headcanons #lawbin #sanami #sanji #nami #black leg sanji #cat burglar nami #trafalgar d. water law #nico robin #op

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klausysworld · 1 year ago

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would u be down to write Klaus x vampire hunter? I need that forbidden love angst and all that goodness!! I also may have seen a Buffy the vampire slayer post and couldn’t stop thinking about a Klaus x slayer relationship 🤔

Plot twist? She ends up getting pregnant!?!? I just need the juicy stuff loool

(this is gonna be a multiple part story FOR SURE! I can't lie I've had a very similar idea/scenario running through my head for the past few weeks so i'm really glad someone really wanted this too! The only reason it'll be multiple parts is so that it's easier to read and so that i'm able to add the build up how i imagined :))

Love is never simple

(Part 2 here)

Y/n was the first born daughter to Grayson and Miranda Gilbert.

When Y/n was born they had only very recently claimed Elena as their own, passing the two babies off as twins to those they knew. Fraternal of course for they were definitely not similar not for their looks nor their behaviour.

Elena was a mommy’s girl, she wanted to dress up and be the princess: have her hair and nails done, go shopping with her friends Caroline and Bonnie.

Meanwhile Y/n was more curious. She liked to follow her father, learn from his actions. She still spent time with the girls but given the choice to run around a field and swing a bat then she wouldn’t say no.

One day Miranda was unable to pick up the two girls from school, they were only young and couldn’t get a lift home. Grayson came straight from work and took the girls back there with him. Elena did as she was told, stayed in the designated room and wrote in her diary. Y/n decided to sneak after her father, wondering down a cold staircase to a dungeon of sorts. Men were walking with purpose in lab coats and barking orders at weak, pale beings in cells.

She could see card shot glasses filled with a deep red liquid laid out in rows on a tray. She held onto the railing of the stairs and watched as, who she assumed to be sick people, begged for the cups. Eventually they were given the small dosage, dark veins travelled down their eyes to their cheeks and sharp teeth poked into their lower lips.

A hint of fear swirled within her eyes, confusion and fascination. Something was wrong with these people. She peered closer, accidentally drawing the attention of one of the patients. His eyes narrowed before a small, cruel smile formed on his lips. It barely lasted a second before Y/n was harshly grabbed by the upper arm, causing a shriek to leave her as her head whipped round to see her fathers alarmed face staring back at her

“Y/n!” He yelled “you do not come down here!” Grayson hurriedly lifted her up the stairs and slammed the door shut behind him. “Where’s Elena? Is she still in the office?” He questioned in a panic and Y/n nodded quickly

“She stayed- I’m sorry Daddy- i just wanted to see” she whispered and he sighed, placing her down onto her feet and kissed her forehead.

“It’s not safe for you there” he warned

“What was wrong with those people?” She asked quietly and he clenched his jaw

“They’re not people Y/n…” he murmured “they’re…monsters…they just dress up as people”

They both looked at each-other trying to figure out what the other was thinking

“Dressed up?” She questioned curiously and he clicked his tongue

“Yes…see y/n, they aren’t humans. They just want you to believe that they are, they’re dangerous and it’s part of my job to stop them…to help real people be safe” he explained and she nodded

“You cure them?” She tilted her head, she knew her father was a doctor. Perhaps by stopping them he would make them people instead of monsters.

“If only that were a thing my little y/n….these beasts cannot be cured. Do you remember last summer when there was that…mountain lion on the loose?” He asked her and she nodded with a puzzled smile. “Well that creature hurt people, sent them to heaven…and because of that, the lion had to be put to rest” he told her and she nodded, viscous animals were put down, she knew that. “These beasts, they’re just like that lion. They’re viscous and they won’t ever be tame…they won’t ever feel love. They just want to hurt people.” He whispered, his eyes conveying passion as he spoke of the monsters.

“So you put them down?” She murmurs and he nods

“That’s right” he confirmed and she nodded back at him.

“Because they deserve it?” She utters and he smiled

“Exactly y/n, exactly”

And that was the start of a very twisted childhood.

Miranda was furious when she found out that Y/n had seen the Augustine vampires. They yelled all through the night, their angry voices sounding through the house which resulted in a frightened Elena and a crying Jeremy to climb into Y/n’s bed, all huddling together, looking to y/n for protection.

The next morning nobody spoke a word of the previous day. They ate breakfast, Grayson kissed the heads of each of his children and went of to work. Miranda got them all ready for school and dropped them off before going to work.

The system repeated itself until Y/n stepped out of line again. Tyler Lockwood had shoved Jeremy into a wall and called him names, Y/n wasn’t nearly as big as Tyler but threw punches just as hard. By the time the teacher had separated the two, both Grayson and Miranda were at the school beyond worried.

The school recommended Y/n went to a child’s psychologist to catch her anger management issues earlier rather than later. The same message was passed onto the Lockwoods.

But Grayson didn’t see a troubled little girl when he looked at his daughter, he saw someone strong, a fighter, a hunter.

With many disagreements and arguments, Miranda demanded that neither Y/n or Elena and Jeremy would ever be faced with the supernatural life as long as they were alive.

Grayson however didn’t listen. When Miranda took Elena out and Jeremy was at a friends, he would bring Y/n back to the vampires.

He showed her brain scans of a vampires brain vs a humans brain. He showed her a sociopaths and a psychopaths. He taught her what they had learnt, how a vampire thinks. How it behaves and why. He had her taking multiple self defence classes a week as well as personal training where she was allowed to used weapons, stakes.

On her 14th birthday, when everyone was getting ready for bed, Grayson came back into her room and gave her a box. Inside the box was a dagger, a very special dagger. One she had seen drawings of, heard stories of. And with it came the promise that one day she would get to use it.

Y/n was given weekly lessons on vampire history, all the way back to the originals.

By the age of 16 she was searching for them. For him. She wanted to see the one and only Niklaus Mikaelson. Supposedly the most ruthless, most dangerous and most powerful creature to walk the planet? The one who was supposed to kill her very very own sister.

Grayson didn’t approve of her wanting to seek him. He agreed with almost everything she did but not that. He couldn’t risk Klaus. Y/n could fight off a vampire, she was even able to kill a ripper while it was in a frenzy, but an original hybrid? At 16? He couldn’t guarantee that.

So she left in the night. She was gone four full days and nights before she returned. Miranda was in tears and begged her to never leave them again. Elena was angry and Jeremy felt betrayed. But Grayson could tell that Y/n had exactly what she wanted. She knew what Klaus Mikaelson looked like.

And when she placed a photograph of the beasts face on the table beside his glass, he knew he had successfully created a true vampire hunter.

Y/n had boards drawn, hidden from her siblings and mother and only accessible to herself. They held the locations of vampire nests, werewolf packs and witch covens all over the US. She began to form connections with witches. Shiela Bennet, Grams, was aware of Y/n’s involvement and although she wanted nothing more than to stay out of vampire business, she knew Y/n was in too deep to back out and she would protect that girl. She helped her get in touch with other witches, warned her of the witch trials that took place, where a hundred spirits would support her. In return Y/n promised to protect Bonnie, to never take advantage of her and to try her best to keep her away from vampires.

Everything was smooth for a while until that tragic night. One slip in the road and the car was in the water. Y/n had kicked and punched with everything in her to break the windows open, to save Elena, her mother and her father. But she watched as the life drained from their eyes, she watched as Elena tried to tell her how much she loved her. And then, in what she thought would be her last moment, she saw a figure force the door open with a supernatural strength. A vampire, Stefan Salvatore, saved both girls that night.

Y/n didn’t know what to think.

She understood that maybe he saved Elena because of the doppelgänger history that she had learnt of over the years. But she never understood why he would save her too.

Y/n had searched on Stefan before, the ripper. To say she was disgusted was an understatement, but now he was acting as though he was nothing more than a bunny muncher? Lies. There was darkness within him, waiting to be let free. He would kill them all. She was sure of it.

So sure that she broke into his house, only to find his brother Damon already there nursing a glass of bourbon. She observed the two brothers as they through each other from the window and hissed like feral cats. Like a mountain lion.

Damon didn’t even bother to hide his darkness, he was a monster in her eyes. Clear as the moon amongst the stars.

But before she could get her hands on the right stake, Grams was at her door

“Y/n, child, you mustn’t” she warned and Y/n frowned

“I will not have two vampires in our town, ruining my family.” She snapped back and Shiela shook her head

“Child, please” she begged “you have to trust me, trust me that you will need them” she whispered urgently

“Why would anyone need a vampire?” She sneered and Grams grabbed her hand

“Just believe” she uttered “they will not touch you, I can guarantee that not a hair on your head-“

“I don’t care if they hurt me, they will hurt Elena- Jeremy- Jenna-“ she listed, taking a pause before looking Grams in the eye “they will destroy Bonnie”

“You know I wouldn’t put her in danger, they will come and go. The older one of here for one thing, once he has it he will leave and the younger is nothing more than a nuisance” she tried to encourage but Y/n only shook her head

“You know that would be the easiest thing to believe. But they are not made to make friends, they are not here because they feel anything other than hunger. Hunger for blood and hunger for power. Your power, Bonnie’s power.” She threatened

“Y/n, you must trust me just this once. We will rid ourselves of these demons but we must do it right so that we do not become the monsters we fear”

And so with much reluctance, Y/n waited and watched.

She didn’t reveal any of her intentions, she just stayed quiet.

Even when the vampires escaped the tomb, she didn’t make herself known. When Grams died it broke something inside Y/n but it also made her stronger, she knew she had to protect her family, the Gilbert’s, the Bennett’s.

Not even the council knew she was in on it all. Grayson never told a soul outside of the Augustine community so that Miranda never found out. She helped of course, but at the end of the day when she watched Stefan and Elena beg for Bonnie to let them save Damon…Y/n just couldn’t decide where she stood. In that moment she froze, she watched Bonnie Bennet help a vampire and it confused her beyond belief.

And she witnessed it time and time again.

How could this happen? How could everyone in that godforsaken town so easily submit to those animals?

It was Damon who finally caught onto Y/n, noticing the pure disgust on her face when a vampire entered the room. The way she looked at Caroline after she turned, the inner battle she faced when Caroline cried like a child and begged Y/n to tell her everything would be okay.

He eavesdropped on Y/n’s conversation with Caroline’s mother, Liz. It was after Mason had outed the Salvatores and they were waiting for the vervain to leave her system.

“She isn’t my daughter anymore Y/n” she whispered and Y/n just stared back at the wall

“No?” She questioned slightly

“She’s a monster- my little girl is…my little girl is gone” she uttered, tears brimming in her eyes and Y/n’s thoughts stirred

“Gone” she repeated “it’s just a monster…dressed as Caroline?” She mused and Liz let out a sob

“How could this happen? They killed my baby” she cried over and over but Y/n remained emotionless. She wasn’t expecting Damon to be back yet, she wasn’t aware of the way he looked at her. The tilt of his head and the narrowing of his eyes. The shock he felt when he heard the question slip from her mouth

“Will you kill her?”

Liz looked up at Y/n, horrified to an extent as she slowly shook her head “I couldn’t…” she breathed and Y/n nodded in understanding

“Would you…would you have someone else kill her?” She asked quietly and Liz sat up a little straighter, looking at Y/n almost quizzically

“I…don’t know” she whispered “should I?”

That was the biggest question Y/n had. Where was the line drawn? The line between right and wrong, the line between human and monster.

Silence hung over them and Damon watched as Y/n pondered the idea, he could see the way her eyes glistened as she thought over the idea of tearing Caroline’s heart out and then he saw the guilt settle in and the confusion take over again.

“Maybe” she mumbled “maybe Caroline is truly gone. Maybe now she is just a hollow shell of who she is supposed to be and a violent, vicious animal” she stated unfazed “but then what if she’s still your baby girl? What if she’s everything she was and more? What if she’s…better” she whispered, a glint in her eye.

Liz couldn’t give and answer, neither of them could. Neither of them ever would.

By the time Y/n left, Liz was almost asleep.

Damon seized Y/n’s arm as she walked toward the front door and attempted to pin her to the wall only to be knocked off his feet and kicked straight in the gut. His hand automatically grabbed ahold of her ankle and twisted but nothing more than a grunt left her as she grabbed something, a glass, and smashed it against the side of his head. He let out a growl and lunged for her throat but her hand was in his chest in seconds. They both stayed completely still as she held is heart still inside his body, his fangs on display and pain clear in his expression.

A silent stare down happened before Y/n squeezed at his heart and forced a surrender out of him. Once she let go they both crawled away from the other and sat on the floor, facing the other with a contemplating look.

Eventually he spoke, “what are you?” He questioned and she scoffed

“Human” she stated as though he were stupid

“It isn’t human instinct to rip someone’s heart out” he raised a brow and she sighed

“Well maybe not every human but when we have things like you living in our town-“

“Things like me?” He laughed “oh you really aren’t who I thought you were” he grinned a grin of disbelief and stared up at the ceiling. “You think all vampires are monsters?” He murmured, glancing to her

“I’m not sure anymore” she mumbled and he hummed, his brows furrowing

“So…me…Stefan and Caroline are the demons and you? You’re a little angel?” He mocks and she rolls her eyes

“Nobody said or implied that” she sighed and he squinted his eyes

“So then what?”

“I don’t know.” She stated, angrier.

The both went quiet for a moment until Stefan walked in. His eyes were wide and confused. Both Damon and Y/n looked to each other, a look that said they needed to keep this quiet.

“What the-“

“Caroline thought I was gonna hurt Liz, she threatened me by grabbing my heart” Damon lied, a sarcastic smirk on his face which made the situation much more believable. “Y/n stayed to watch Liz, didn’t you?” He glared and she nodded

“Yeah, course, anything to help” she smiled and Stefan slowly nodded. Something wasn’t right but he knew he shouldn’t ask.

And from there stemmed an odd and twisted friendship.

Damon liked to purposefully annoy Y/n, see what made her angry enough to the point where she would hurt him. He wanted to know why she was so strongly against vampires. He wanted to know where she went when she disappeared.

Because disappearing wasn’t uncommon for Y/n, since those days when she hunted down Klaus Mikaelson. The beast who was supposed to be impossible to find but clearly wasn’t trying very hard to hide. Since then she would disappear for a week every couple of months, release her built up anger and hatred for the supernatural by going to a vampire nest and seeing how many she could take on at a time.

Between stakes, wooden bullets and enchanted blades she did very well.

She would return, any wounds wrapped in bandages and nobody would ask, Elena and Jeremy had come accustomed to it. They would hug her, thank her for coming back in one piece and she would promise to never leave without coming back.

Damon however would dance circles around her: “where were you?” “Why do you smell of blood” “what did you do?”

One day she snapped at him and told him she killing of leeches like him. She proceeded to stake him through the stomach and leave him on floor before going up to bed.

That was how Stefan found out. He witnessed the scene and very cautiously raised his hands in surrender when she stomped past him on the stairs.

Damon and Stefan had many conversations on it but nothing ever came of them.

Actually a sort of alliance was formed between the three, nobody tells Elena or anyone for that matter that Y/n is a vampire hunter and Y/n will help behind the scenes when needed.

It worked well.

When Elena and Caroline were taken by the wolves, Y/n killed more of those dogs than Stefan Damon combined.

When Elena was kidnapped by Rose and Trevor for Elijah, she had seen it happen and tracked them before anyone else realised they were missing. She waited patiently in the shadows for Elijah to arrive. She already knew so much about him and it was a dream of sorts to see him so close. She had the dagger of course but she wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do. Looking at the situation, his tone and the look in his eyes, he didn’t seem to carry any untoward intentions with Elena and if Y/n were honest she wanted to take Elijah down to Augustine. She wanted to scan the originals brain, test his blood to see if he were different to the others.

But when Elijah continued to smack Trevors head clean off and grab Elena in a painful hold, she couldn’t just stand by. A stake was thrown strain into the top of his spine, temporarily paralysing the original and causing him to let out a sharp cry of pain and anger. Elena turned to face Y/n in shock, confusion and relief. Damon and Stefan moved as soon as Y/n did and tackled Elijah unto the others presumed him dead. Y/n however collected a small sample of his blood before they left.

She returned home with the others, explaining to Elena the best she could about how she got to be who she was. About their father’s secret vampire hunting job, leaving out the Augustine side to the story as she knew Elena would not approve and Damon, Stefan and Caroline would be appalled.

Everything was different from then, Elena seeked more support in Y/n like she used to do when they were younger and Y/n guarded Elena with her life. Even when Elena was determined to sacrifice herself, hand herself over to Klaus, Y/n was there.

Y/n could feel her heart in her throat when Elijah stood in-front of her, two hearts in his hands from the vampires that were here for the doppelgänger. He gave a her a strange looked, confused as to who she was before he noticed the way Elena hid behind her and Damon grabbed at her wrist. He vanished into thin air and Y/n went on edge.

She slept in Elena’s room or had Elena in her own. She dug back through her original’s knowledge and information, pages and pages worth of history and myths. Sketches of Klaus’s face and the daggers. A small figure, hand carved by Klaus himself and made of white oak which she had stolen and kept hidden away. But then she remembered what she had learnt from the witches she had conversed with.

Killing one original would wipe out every vampire of that sireline.

She wasn’t sure what to do. Kill Klaus and the Salvatores, kill Caroline? Her childhood friend? Destroy her bond with her sister and be left alone?

She hid the white oak away and decided on presenting Damon with the mystical dagger and white oak ash. He immediately took to the idea while Stefan was hesitant but after another week of Elijah proving to be nothing but a threat in their eyes, he found himself as close to death as he could be in the cellar of the Salvatore’s.

But then Klaus showed up, we’ll sort of.

He had taken over Alaric and assumed they would all be too stupid to notice.

But Y/n could sense something. And he didn’t like the way she was looking at him, a calculated and curious look. She knew he couldn’t question her, that would be confirming her theory. So she just waited and watched. Klaus couldn’t help but feel a little nervous when she narrowed her eyes and glanced toward Elena.

When he finally revealed himself and attacked the girls in the school, Y/n was already in the cellar and forcing Elijah up the stairs.

“You’re fucked up brother is here, wake the fuck up” she yelled as his fingers slowly twitched to life. She threw blood bags at him, watching him drain them in seconds through coughing and groaning.

Once he came to he tried to have her by the throat only to be smacked back by the invisible force of the doorway. She held the dagger threateningly at him until he calmed down and took a step back to compose himself.

They grabbed Elena ASAP and got to talking.

It was another couple days before she actually saw Klaus in his true form. Y/n had just stepped into the grill, ready to yell at Damon for force feeding her his blood when she noticed the dirty blonde, blue eyed vampire stood with a glass of scotch in his hand and a cruel smirk on his face. She swiftly weaved her way through the grill and to a booth in the corner to watch the interaction.

Klaus finished threatening Damon, walked all the way to the door and paused. He could feel himself being watched, his head turned in her direction, his eyes locked onto hers and his brows pulled together with a hint of confusion. He watched as Damon noticed Y/n and called her name, drawing her attention and beckoning her over. Klaus left with her on his mind.

She was soon forgotten when he completed his ritual, was faced with his brothers betrayal and then set free.

He then left with Stefan, unaware that Y/n knew exactly where they were all of the time. Following them, tracking them, hunting them.

She watched as they moved from the road to motels, to diners to hotels to dodgy alleyways to drain helpless humans, to houses to slaughter petrified people.

And while they slept she would break into their hotel rooms, seeing how long it would take to wake the beast. She rummaged through his duffle bag of clothes and papers. She flipped through his sketch books, seeing what new things he had added since the last time she looked. She made her own copies of his maps, marking the same places as he had to know where he would be going next to find the werewolves. It was amusing to her that the reason he struggled to find them was because she had helped kill a proportion of them over the past few years.

Klaus could always feel like someone was watching him but he wasn’t sure if it was actually there or just his paranoia so he never thought too much of it. She was always hidden when he looked over his shoulder anyway.

What he didn’t know was that sometimes she would slip a concentrated doses of ketamine into his and Stefan’s drinks when he wasn’t looking to ensure he would sleep through the night. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to have a nightmare.

She had been in Klaus’s room, transferring all the data from his phone over to her laptop so she could track is messaged and phone calls when he began muttering. She ignored him and waited for it to load but he began to get louder so she stood up, a little worried he would wake. But when his breathing turned rapid and his mumbled became cries for help in fear she started to understand. He was in the middle of a nightmare and the ketamine refused to let him wake.

Hesitantly she came over to his sleeping form, placing a hand on his shoulder which his shook off.

“Shhh” she hushed quietly, not wanting anyone else in the motel to wake. “It’s okay” she whispered but he wouldn’t shut up. He just wouldn’t stop screaming, begging for the wolves to let go of someone- Henrik.

Y/n pulled the covers off him, leaving him in only his boxers. His skin was covered in sweat as he struggled against his own mind. She gently rubbed her hands over his chest, trying to soothe him with physical touch. She whispered kind words to him as she smoothed her fingers over his skin to his face, petting him gently and calming him back to a more settled sleep. His face turned to press his cheek into her palm and she sighed, relieved.

Carefully she pulled away and grabbed her laptop which now had all of his information. She placed everything back when she found it and left, locking the door and moving into Stefan’s room.

Klaus could faintly remember the feel of hands on his body, such soft skin on his. He could remember her soothing voice as she told him to breath and relax. He could still feel her fingers in his hair when he closed his eyes.

Stefan almost always knew that Y/n had been there, he could always smell her perfume. Plus sometimes she would leave him little notes to let him know she was with him.

What wasn’t planned was for Klaus to actually find Ray. She was torn between staying with Klaus or following Stefan when Stefan promised to get rid of Damon, who was searching for him as he assumed Y/n was glad to be rid of the two monsters.

Y/n only stayed because Stefan had spotted her in the bar and mouthed for her to stay, that he would be back.

So she stayed and observed. Watched as Klaus threw vervain-dipped-darts into the man’s body with a smirk on his face. It was creatures like him that she reminded her of why she killed. Why she was apart of Augustine.

So she ordered a drink for him, had the waiter tell him a girl had gotten payed for it and watched as he grinned, flattered and looked around for her. He didn’t spot her as she hid herself behind the bar, he shrugged anyways and took the drink in one gulp. His eyes went wide instantly as the liquid quite literally burned through his throat, a mixture of vervain and wolvesbane in his system. He angrily looked around for the culprit but she was out the door in seconds and in her car.

Once he came back outside, Stefan was back and Ray was unconscious.

She followed them to the mountains and followed at a safe distance, stakes and wolvesbane grenades ready. She stayed low and far enough away, occasionally climbing into trees to watch as he snapped each wolves neck.

She watched in boredom as he failed, she already knew why he wasn’t successful. The witches had already told her Esther’s plan. The double curse.

Cruel but necessary.

She watched his tantrum and then she watched as they both dragged themselves back down to the car.

Following them to Chicago was a low point for her. She had dozens of cans of red bulls and protein bars in her car and had been listening to the same list of songs for months. Klaus’s messages were dryer than a dessert and Stefan was losing his spark. He was losing what made him special, the reason she began to trust a vampire. He was proving that all vampires were beasts.

Thankfully for Y/n, she had already met Gloria in the past. So when Y/n came into the bar after Klaus and Stefan had left and explained the situation, Gloria was happy to let Y/n stay with her in the apartment above the bar for a few days. Without Klaus’s knowledge of course.

She was also happy to let Y/n sit and watch the security cameras whilst Klaus and Stefan were downstairs. In return Y/n offered Gloria a favour, whether it be an ingredient to a spell or the death of another supernatural. Either way it didn't bother Y/n, she was just as happy to do either. if anything she craved to kill a vampire, it was her release and this trip was nothing but a bore for her so far.

It became slightly more interesting when Klaus woke his sister; Rebekah. watching them whine at each other was somewhat amusing but it also reminded her of Elena and Jeremy. She had never been away from home for more than two weeks and these past few months had been isolating and lonely.

What definitely sparked her attention however was when they began talking of Elena's necklace. She bit at her finger tips as she watched Stefan's dreadful attempt at behaving oblivious and the way Gloria's eyes darkened when she glanced toward him. y/n knew this would not end well. she was 100% certain that Klaus or Rebekah would figure out what was wrong and so she left with a head start.

She had Damon on the phone in minutes, bag packed and on the road.

"They know Elena's alive and by they i mean Klaus and his wacko sister, that's right another crazy original bloodsucker is coming to town! Get Elena, get Bonnie and get out!" she yelled down the phone as she drove way past the limit.

"woah woah woah, what? Y/n is this a joke? I'm not in town!" Damon whisper shouted back, clearly frustrated

"where the fuck are you?" she borderline growled

"I'm.... I'm with Katherine" he sighed, knowing the pissed off expression she would have on her face in that moment

"Well I'm in traffic! So get home, get Elena back ALIVE and then say goodbye to you dick because I'm gonna chop it off!" she screamed down the phone at him before abruptly ending the call and coming to a standstill as dozens of cars in front of her come to a halt. She clicked the radio on only to be told that a crash had happened a few miles ahead of her. Y/n smacked her head against the horn of her car and groaned loudly.

Klaus must've taken a diversion because she returned late into the night, Stefan was home with zero humanity and an angry blonde bitch. klaus was missing again and Elena was crying in her bed. Y/n laid with her until they both fell asleep.

The next morning Y/n, Elena, Jeremy, Caroline and Damon were piled into the Gilbert's kitchen. They figured out Tyler was sired/Y/n told them that it was obvious. Together they agreed that getting Mikael would be a good idea. Y/n didn't want him to kill Klaus, although it would have probably been the best thing for her. However she did want him to scare Klaus away at least for a while.

The problem was getting Rebekah to agree but Y/n already knew just the secret to spill to get her attention. It was pure luck that the creatures from 'the other side' were able to cross the barrier and that mason revealed the symbols. Y/n decided it would be better if Damon thought that Klaus killing his own mother was discovered by him instead of Y/n. And she thought it would be better if Elena spoke to Rebekah over herself. Y/n didn't really want to form any kind of relationship with the originals if they were going to be here any longer. Especially not Rebekah, she was too girly and obnoxious for Y/n.

So she let the plan fall out. She played her part, even let Caroline dress her up for homecoming just to make her happy. Afterall if Mikael did end up killing Klaus then Caroline would die too and Y/n would rather she went out on a high.

Everything was going fine, she even had a conversation with Mikael himself. He was rather impressed with her actually, he could recognise a vampire hunter within miles.

They then went to the gym, got redirected to the Tyler's, weird but whatever. And then Klaus made his appearance, reclaimed homecoming as a wake and effectively ruined everyone's night.

Y/n tried to cruise through the evening, keeping to herself and drinking shitty punch. She was pretty happy with just waiting until Katherine, posing as Elena pulled Y/n aside and let her in on what she and Stefan were gonna do. Well not everything they would do but that they planned to save Klaus because the hybrids would kill Damon. Y/n reluctantly agreed, much to Katherine's surprise if she were honest but she took the win.

Y/n then returned to the 'part' in annoyance and relief, that familiar confusion settling over her as she grabbed a real drink and stood to the side of the crowds.

Unfortunately for her, Klaus had spotted her and taken her loneliness as an invitation to approach her. and what was even more unfortunate was that Stefan was glaring straight at her, warning her not to fuck this up.

So she looked back to Klaus with an awkward smile. She knew her body was tense and she could feel her fingers twitch with the urge to defend herself. His power radiated like heat. She just knew Augustine would kill to have him in their facilities.

"Y/n, isn't it?" Klaus questioned knowingly.

"mhm" she mumbled, unsure how to behave.

"why are you all alone?" he asked, his eyes flicking up and down the length of her body, lingering on her cleavage without shame.

"I don't like people" she stated simply and he let out a chuckle.

"Ah I understand that" he smiled but she shifted a step away from him which he noticed but didn't comment on though his smile did drop, it was common for people to distance themselves from him. "you know things aren't going to end well tonight" he warned, his voice quiet but clear

"I'm aware" she mumbled, glancing to where Tyler was dragging an annoyed Caroline toward the house

"Then you should really make better decisions about who you side with, sweetheart. You're strong, and smart. I could tell that from the first time seeing you, it didn't take you 5 minutes to figure out that I wasn't Alaric" he murmured to her, his tone changing from threatening to proud though his face remained neutral.

She said nothing in response, she didn't know what he wanted her to do so she just stared back at him, watching his jaw clench and unclench as he watched and waited for her to come to some sort of answer. He knew that realistically he wouldn't received one but he hoped that she would be intelligent enough to at least take his words into consideration. Klaus liked her, he liked that she was observant and that she had the common sense that everyone else in the town didn't have, to stay out the way. If he were honest, he would have liked her to have been on his 'team', he imagined that she probably had a lot of untold knowledge just waiting to be put to use.

If he only knew the half of it.

Klaus was too buried in his thoughts to notice how Y/n's eyes focused on someone behind him, Damon, who mouthed that he needed 10 minutes before Mikael to get there and that Klaus needed to be occupied.

Y/n could have smacked him when she gave him a look as if to ask what to do and he acted out a dance scene. Her eyes flicked between Klaus and past his shoulder, and then just as Klaus let out a sigh and took a step back she cleared her throat and mentally stabbed herself

"Dance with me?" she offered, her hand very unwillingly lifting out for him to take. His brows shot up but he accepted with little hesitation.

She bit at her own tongue to keep her expressions at bay. Almost everything in her wanted to shove him off, stab him, stake him, behead him. She could feel the vervain syringe she had brought with her in the hidden pockets of her dress, she so desperately wanted to weaken him, kill him.

But no, instead she had a half vampire/half werewolf with his hand on her waist and the other holding her own. His werewolf side made his touch warm, almost like a human's. Slowly her hand went to his shoulder, lightly touching the expensive material of his suit jacket.

Her eyes found his awaiting blue ones, she didn't like how they seemed so deep, they reminded her of Damons. They were those obvious blue eyes, they could be beautiful some of the time and terrifying other times. They were the sort of eyes you could fall into, the kind you could swim in, the ones you would lose yourself in and never find a way out.

It was for that reason that she looked away from them and instead glanced around, taking in the music and the people. There were so many people, it didn't take a genius to guess that most of them were with Klaus, hybrids. She hoped this would be the last time she would touch him, be this close to him but deep down she knew better.

She could feel him pull her a little closer so that his cologne engulfed her, the scent was rich and her inhale for a second too long. She could sense Klaus's smirk in response but refused to acknowledge it. Hopefully someone would come get him soon.

Until then, however, she was to stay in the arms of the beast.

He wirled and twirled her around, doing whatever he could to entice a smile or a laugh from her. Klaus knew many dances from over the centuries, some slow and some fast. Some much more erotic than others and he took great pleasure and amusement in changing between them until a melodic laugh was buzzing through the air. His arms held her close as he brought them low and high, round and round. He spun her one last time before dipping her. Her breathing calmed and her laughs faded as she because aware of how his body pressed to hers, how his arms supported her and how close his face was to hers. The warm air from his mouth fanned over her face and the words she needed to say got trapped in her throat.

Thankfully a women cleared her throat which gained Klaus's attention.

"What is it, I'm busy?" he huffed as he lifted Y/n to stand by herself. He frowned when her touch left him and she moved away, a look of self disgust scrunching up her pretty face.

"Someone's here for you... he says his names Mikael" She told him, unbothered by his angry tone.

His demeanour changed in a second . That familiar coldness returning, it reminded Y/n of the vampires she'd seen with no humanity though it was a little different. She wasn't sure what was different about it but something was.

Either way she didn't like it.

And so by the time Klaus had turned around to apologise to Y/n for the interruption, she was out of sight. He sighed and shook his head before going to end his father.

Y/n proceeded to go sit in Katherine's car, turning the engine on and the radio as she waited for the inside to heat up. She was patiently waiting for the doppelgänger and Stefan to arrive and as soon as they were in the car, her foot was down and they were speeding into the night.

Ripper Stefan and Katherine Pierce were the two worst vampires for Y/n to be around. She wanted them dead, they deserved to die. She wished Klaus had died to his sireline went too. She really did...until she remembered that Elena would be broken. Family would always be more important than anything else.

So when Katherine and Stefan started talking about a way to get revenge on Klaus, she left. She went home and to bed so that she wasn't on 'the wrong side'.

Y/n didn't want to be on any of their sides. She didn't want to be in support of any supernaturals.

Which is why she hated to admit that she had some sort of weird friendship to Damon Salvatore who had been relentlessly teasing her on what he witnessed at the homecoming.

"Oh you should have seen them Elena, for a moment it was like I was in Spain watching salsa dancing and the next I was back in the 1800s" He laughed and Y/n lobbed a dart at him

"You wanted him distracted" she grumbled and he grinned while Elena rolled her eyes

"There's distracting and there's seducing" Damon chuckled

"Hey! He started the whole-"

"The whole what love?" Klaus's voice sounded from behind the trio. It was cold and sharp like the icy wind of the winter. He didn't appreciate being played with let alone mocked, especially when she had asked him too dance. Whether it were apart of a plan or not, she could have done something else for his attention. Throwing a drink on his would have taken him a good few minutes to rage about before changing his outfit but she chose a dance.

"Nothing" she answered, standing and walking away from them all, over to the farthest point of the bar so that she couldn't here what they were saying. 'No involvement' she would warm herself.

She knew they were talking about Stefan from the defensive stances the pair were taking but she didn't want to know why, not even for a second.

And she hoped and hoped that Klaus would just leave after his little threats but of course he had to hover.

A drink was placed infront of her and a hand spun her round on the bar stool forcing her to face the beast once again. "Afternoon sweetheart, lovely to see you again after our little moment. You could even call it a date" the sarcasm was clear but the words alone made her nose wrinkle up.

"I'd prefer you didn't" she mumbled and he hummed

"well I'd prefer a lot of things so I suppose we're all unhappy. Now, where's Stefan hm? I know you had something to do with last night, I witnessed you talking suspiciously quietly with Katerina." He placed a threatening hand on her upper arm and both Damon and Elena stood from their places, worry on their faces as they saw a darkness swirl inside Y/n's eyes. "Where is Stefan, and where had he put my family?"

Y/n let out a laugh, she couldn't help it.

"He took the originals?" she questioned, covering her mouth as hiccups of laughter threatened to escape. Damon headed over fast, muttering to Elena to get it the car. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and let out a nervous chuckle, looking to Y/n with wide eyes but she couldn't stop giggling.

"She's just...going through something right now" He smiled fakely and pulled her out of her seat, holding his own hand over her mouth making her shove him off out of reflex, her voice aggressive as she began to yell

"Get the fuck off you filthy-" she cut herself off when she noticed multiple people staring at her with surprised expressions. Damon simply chuckled and grabbed her elbow, pulling her toward the door

"don't hit me" he whispered quietly as he pushed her through the door and toward the car.

Klaus watched the two in confusion and interest. He certainly hadn't expected her to switch up so fast and he definitely wanted to know what the end of her insult was supposed to be.

His curiosity grew when he went to the Salvatore's to try and see if maybe Stefan was there only to find Damon and Y/n with a supernatural board, pictures and names written with strings running from the to different information.

"God if you and your fucked up brother just pissed off instead of following Elena around like the hungry mosquitoes you are then everything would be sunshine and daisies" Y/n complained and Damon rolled his eyes as he linked Stefan to the originals via some red wool.

"What and you would have carried on hunting and slaughtering vampires while Jeremy, Elena and Jenna would obliviously move on with their lives and eventually Elena would have settled down with good ol' Matt Donovon?" he mocked and Klaus's brows furrowed.

"Sounds better than my life right now" she mumbled and Damon rolled his eyes

"Surely this is every crazy vampire hunters dream?" he questioned "cmon think about it, you're surrounded by the oldest vampires, a famous ripper, hybrids and best of all...you got me?" he grinned and she groaned, dropping onto the couch.

"I know and it just makes me feel murderous all the time" she whined "and gross and contaminated" she gagged and he dramatically huffed.

"Come on, you can attack me" he offered with a playful glint and she let out a mocking 'ha ha'. "hey no come on, how about you get to stab me a few times and I get a shot of your blood?"

"Damon?"

"yes?"

"I would rather rip my own heart out then let a soulless , leech anywhere near my blood" she sneered and he laughed with a clap.

"How did it take me so long to realise you undying hatred for what was it?-my kind?" he raised his brows and she glared at him

"These past few months have done nothing but confirm my every belief. You and everyone like you are monsters" she whispered, enjoying how his expression faltered "unsavable, unloveable-"

"shut up" he uttered, veins appearing under his eyes making her lips curve up

"see? you can't even control yourself"

"says the girl who nearly lost it in the middle of the grill" he quipped before walking out and leaving her alone.

Klaus's mind was spinning with new knowledge. It made sense to him but he still wasn't exactly expecting it. Either way, he would find a way to put this to his advantage.

(Okay I'm going to make this part one and then from here Klaus and Y/n will have more time together and start to fall for one-another. I know this is a little different to my usual stories as I never usually give so much build up/back story but I had a lot of ideas and wanted to share those with you. So thanks for reading and I hope you loo forward to the next part/parts)

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Omg, that last fic you just wrote, omg 😭😭, I was like, wowww!! And then the end say 'to be continued', I legit just cried reading that, I need more of this please, you can't stop at that 😭 . Anyways your fic is always good and I love reading it when there is a new update 🥹

Sun

Female reader

Warnings : Love bombing. Manipulation.

⌜Aww, thank you dearie for loving my fiction. It's warms my heart to know you enjoy and here, it is the second chapter⌟

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

Life is full of unexpected surprises and she could had never assumed his approach in her life as well as his lies and motives. Is giving second chance to the same man broken your heart the right decision ?

Cameron and (Y/N) both went to the same high school. Separately not together. There is a vivid difference, they might shared the same high school, same year, same section even shared same desk however they never shared words let alone looks because way before they both knew they will share an romantic bond, one thing was clear to her that he was the sun and is the sun to this day. Before these university students knew him or even met him, (Y/N) recognize him just from his mere name, a name so unforgettable, so different it made people crank their neck and once look at the said boy's face to be beyond satisfied, it lure people in more than they already were like sun does and thankfully she wasn't one of them in her high school time because he didn't wanted to lure her, catch her attention. She vaguely remembers how in the class he didn't spare a glance at her as if she was never present, a ghost of once lived person that's how she was treated by Cameron unlike by other students who knew her, liked her including her friends who she had to farewell to attend in the current university she is in. It was a very bittersweet emotions, full of fear and new possibility to come and one of those possibility Cameron was never even a suspect.

The popular boy, the sun of the school also succeed becoming the heart of campus within a span of months, like each passing person wrapped around his fingers and she could see why, his personality down to earth, no necessary fights, teacher's golden boy and rarely a showoff why would he ? when his causal go to shoes, watches, dress are more than enough to recognize from one look. A independent money maker makes his own brand by money but people born with money are the brand. No in-between she believes yet she never envies or wanted it because as much as she knew money buys everything even happiness because one of the choices it buys is where happiness lies along consequences, misery, stress, fakeness so she is content with her life, walking though her major classes holding books and studying hard to pass like others, blending into faces of others and ever once catching glimpse into the heart of campus boy circled by his friend groups, all laughing, enjoying. Looking genuine picture perfect friendship she yearn back recalling her own tore friendships due to decreased calls, different schedule and distance. In here, she is a loner, studier. Well, to think of the brighter side she has her twenty-four seven hour privacy, assignments submit on time and grades better than one another and on weekends have time to spend with parents.

"Today chapter 8 will be studied.." She tailed off sitting on the first row of her classroom with few more students on their seats, her eyes focus on the chapter they will be studying which she already did and even though it went over her head, at least she is prepared however thinking of the teacher makes her regret seating on the first row. What if he asks her questions ? and embarrass her in front of everyone and be the jester of their cruel joke for a week or two until a new comes ? No, (Y/N) isn't here to be remembered so her hands jumbly grab her spread belongings and went to the last row and sit on the corner where the teacher might have problem spotting her like a shark smelling for blood because of his near-sighted vision.

A sigh pass her lips, feeling less anxiety. Anxiety ? her mood sombre of how once people grow and shed their childhood lives into adulthood, it also earn new things like anxiety she never had before. What a life. Another sigh pass her lips.

"You are sighing a lot for someone so studious". The sound of his voice, both gentle and jarring made her jump with surprise. Her mind knew who it was to turn her head to face the Cameron she never knew would be talking to her, sparing a glance. Her wide eyes met his daze ones, his head rest on his shoulder on the desk like his sleeping was disturbed.

"I am sorry". She mumble not knowing why she had.

"It's okay, so ?" A yawn escape his lips.

"So ?" Her voice quiet yet the room quieter she was afraid her heart racing could be heard. It was his time to sigh now, slowly sitting up only to lean back in his chair.

"Why did you come from the front to back ?" His gaze lazy and voice husky.

"I thought you were sleeping". Her words escape more than she could allow.

"I was not, only laying". He shrug his shoulders. "Resting". Tiredly he announced making her head nod. "So ?" (Y/N) gulp, licking her lips, suddenly a stranger to talks perhaps the person not be the heart of campus without difficulty she would answer.

"I was scared for the professor to ask me question and I do not want to be embarrassed by not knowing the answer". She doesn't know if his constant nods were for understanding or a show.

"So, even a studious person is fearful ?" A smile tug his lips like the tugs inside her heart. Did she never notice how handsome he is while smiling. Wait, her mind pause for a second questioning how he knew of her existence, yes at first she notice the word but repeating it makes him appear he knows her.

"How do you know I am studious ?" Was the question inappropriate ? laughable ? because why is he chuckling like she said a joke ? maybe he notice her confusion too for him to cough and hide the unhidden blooming smile.

"Everybody knows you. Yes, you think cool kids are popular". His both hand's fingers quote. "But smart kids are also known, where you also fall in that". Oh. Really ? then why no one forward a hand to be her friend she desire to ask but refrained.

"Okay". At her quiet voice he nod his head and her eyes concentrate back to the chapter she left earlier, feeling her skin burn under his gaze. For the entire time until professor Martin came did she felt relief to breath after his watchful gaze was taken off, gulping hard and head decking a little to not caught the professor's eye.

"Good morning class, let's start the new chapter, shall we ?" The students clearly with lack of energy spoke yes in unison satisfying the professor who's eyes scan the page for a minute.

"Here it comes". Her fingers cross, heart ratting against her cage.

"Because this chapter is almost like a squeal of before chapter, how about I ask how much you remember chapter 7 ?" a sadistic smile appear on his lips with his eyes searching a prey to relief his stess of personal life. "Hey you !" His finger pointed to her and her heart paused, breath halted and soul whisk outside of body.

"Yes ! You boy". Huh ? Her eyes narrow slightly realizing the finger is actually pointed to Cameron, not her. How grateful to god she is biting back a smile yet feeling sympathy for him. Cameron smile standing up.

"Explain your feeling of this art movement". The professor asked pointing to the art display on the huge projector. (Y/N) saw the painting and her curious mind desire to know his answer.

Confidently Cameron spoke "It's a revolutionary paradigm shift, sir! It'll unlock the secrets of the human psyche, tap into our collective unconscious, and reveal the meaning of life!" Her jaw dropped and the professor's harden.

"What !" Her eyes stare at his side face.

"It's a style of wallpaper design from the 1970s. You've been reading too much into the patterns". Dryly Martin said. "I asked your feelings about the painting not analysis". The silent class bust out into laughter yet (Y/N)'s ears notice the laughs aren't biting, harsh, even mocking rather the opposite she experienced with her friends if she said a dad joke. A mellow comforting it was just like he is, smiling sheepily as if he isn't even ashamed.

"Mr. Clerk—".

"You know me sir ?" A forced sigh left the professor being cut off.

"Do. Not. Dare. Cut. Me. Off". Slowly he warned, his lips curving to the letters like he wants to slap the young lad with it causing Cameron comically make a zip his lips only to increase the laughter from the students. "Also in collage here is no student or teacher not heard of you".

Professor glaring directly. "So, Mr. Clerk, may I know why a business student is in my art class ? It's a far different class to be lost". Bemused his voice was. Right, (Y/N) realize how never did she met him so close before because their majors are completely different.

Her eyes slide up to flinch meeting his.

"He is staring at me". A strange sensation slit her body inside. The bright blazing eyes of his bored into without the intention of looking away.

The aged voice clearly losing thread of patience. "Mr. Clark, eyes on me". She look down in fear of getting caught.

"Think of it to study with my crush". Her heart skip a beat feeling his eyes still heat her skin abnormally. "Sir". He added finally taking the gaze to the aged man.

Groaning the teacher. "Make sure to not fail". Defeated the older man roll his eyes knowing serious answer won't be earned out of him. Or was it really a serious answer (Y/N) wondered for some reason glancing to see him sit before averting to resume her study like the teacher.

As usual her mind focus, eyes on information to soak and finger holding pen to copy any important notes however what unusual she feels is his occasional asking questions of few things. How distant was she to forget the interaction with strangers ? Or maybe his presence cause her react differently.

Watching his polite, humble and funny side from so close, so near she almost felt she could see the sun directly without being blind as writing a tiny smile curve to her lips having someone beside her, not alone.

"Okay then, see you tomorrow". The professor left holding his belongings looking as if he fought a war and (Y/N) strech her stiff shoulders and begin packing when a figure towered over her in front of her desk. From below her (E/C) eyes saw the familar black shirt he wore with jacket.

"What is your name ?" Her hands halted as her eyes look at him through her lashes.

"Why you ask ?" She returned with an question.

"Because I want to ask you a favor".

"What is it ?"

"Well, I want to do arts and I am terrible at it knowing my course is business but you know, there is a thing called burned out ? So I wanna try something new yet need a person to help me...". He tailed off, gazing sideways himself and he didn't need to finish when it reach her.

He needs her to be his tutor.

"I am average myself. You should ask the top student". She suggested, zip the chain with a click.

"But I am comfortable with you only". He blurt her and stole her breath. "Also I saw you today, your skills are good, really good". He awkwardly compliment, smiling as he himself, the campus of the heart is shy. How strange, She thought seeing a side she never knew would be towards her.

"Okay". She agree not seeing any reasons not to unaware along opening the gates of her life, she opened her heart too.

They exchange numbers and decide to study at liberty checking their schedule and part ways. Her mood was cherrier, happier feeling a step closer being with someone, knowing a new person regardless of their popularity walking through the halls to reach her next session.

BANG !

Her heart jumped on her throat despite used to hear them everyday, the vivid jerking, banging was usual, a daily occurrence she wish wasn't. Her (E/C) eyes went to the owner of the sound— four boys surround another boy slamming his body like a ragdoll to the metal bars, depriving pleasure from the boy who's blood trickle from his forehead painting a gut-wrenching scene she was forced to look away, walking without a second thought, like a coward, an accomplish.

But what could she do ? she won't be the first to complaint, forward a hand and become next target of the gang, the leader— Adrien, his face flash her mind, sending a sour taste on her lips knowing the information he is one of the many friends of Cameron. Despite never involving with the bullying himself, he never stood to retaliate either however then again the bullying never happen in his prescene always his lack of.

"Was it good to be closer to him ?" Hate the sin, never the sinner. A saying her mother speak frequently which she disagree with also in this case Cameron isn't even the sinner so pushing him, judging him without knowing him isn't it harsh ? Stop. Stop. focus on study. She remind to divert from a dilemma that isn't even hers to choose.

The next classes were at ease as she focus on her studies and went to home only to receive a text message from him reminding her of their beginning of the sessions. A nervous shudder pass her spine and doubts creeping her whether she will reach his expectation making her study extra hard not to disappoint.

Day 1

She smiling, held her book tightly to her chest walk to her period. Her eyes glance at the window to stare at the burning sun and suddenly she thought "How pretty it is". Before flinching.

A deafening unpleasant noise shudder her body as she stop in her tracks. She open her eyes daring to look at the direction of the noise she knew was their bullying however she stopped herself. It's none of her business and she rather like not getting involved walked away as always, this time gulit worse because she feels like a remorseless person left without sparing a glance. Cruel. Cruel and selfish she is so are others she felt.

"It's okay. Study". Convincing herself mentally she went inside the class drowning in studies and like a cool breeze of summer time pass along classes when she stretch her hands finally catching a break when a notification catch her attention.

"Could you meet now to study ?" She didn't had to look who and beyond happiness she collect her belongings walking to the library after typing "Yes". And there she found him sitting turning the white pages of book by his slender pale fingers. The sun's ray behind him like a halo of angel glowed him and in the bluest sky of white birds flew above his head he looked nothing less than a dream, a beautiful dream her heart strings tug hard and fingers twitch to capture the heavenly moment.

"How beautiful he is". For a motal daring to merely look at the sun is a blessing she felt. Unaware it burns those same eyes too. Naïve little girl she could hear her grandmother scold. Beautiful faces have the most wicked hearts a saying her grandmother learnt and passed to her who ignored walking near him and sat earning those onyx eyes on her and a grin on his lips.

"Shall we start ?" She nod happily, teaching him the best she can, answering his each question patiently, clearly even sometimes using visuals to understand the topic more clearly and like a good guy he is, nod, doing as he is told, correcting his mistakes with apologizes and thinking with his brain not his ego. Slipping some compliments too pulling small smiles and chuckle out of her.

Their study session was at ease the buzz of time limit alarmed her because the ticks of clock melt like water in their moments she couldn't realize how much time pass. Seem it surprise even him.

"See, I told you. I am comfortable with you". Grinning he proved a point she didn't even considered.

"I can see". Smiling, her finger pad press the red circle of stop on the alarm. "Also for a beginner you are great. Beyond average". Honestly she said, a lace of envy hidden underneath. How could it not when a beginner like him is better than she was sinking another realization how some people are born genius, exceptional to ace anything.

"No, nothing like that". He was quick to shut the praises, his brows furrow so is hers. She tilt her head.

"Why ? It's brilliant". His shinning onyx eyes bore into hers.

"It's alright". He shrug, still denying the great art he done. A art better than most of her art peers.

"Well.." Biting her lips, her fingers took the sheet of paper. "Yes, it's alright than most of the seasoned artist including me but look at the way you draw it in your first time with the lighting, shading, coloring. I think it's marvelous". She look at him and his thin pressed lips bust out laughing. She remained pluzzed.

He laughs a lot she notice and it was comforting like the rays of sun touching the skin when it's setting down at sunset.

"Alright to others...." In between the soft words slip, laughing before glancing to her. "Thank you. You are funny". She is ? For the first time someone said it to her, even her friends of previous high school do not consider her the clown of their group, she was always the silent type of the group. Well, some people just appear different to other eyes she assume.

"Welcome and thank you". Wider her smile become only to turn pale remembering she is late to her class. "Oh shit !" Grabbing her things she stood up. "I am sorry, goona go". He laughing nod, waving byes. Looking amused.

Day 2

"Sorry, I am late". Panting puff of her heavy breath, she sat down. Rubbing her eyes a little.

"Why ? Chased by a tiger perhaps ?" Her weighted sleepy eyes awaken and hands halted. She look at her him and he smile wider. "Joking. It's to make people laugh". Mellow his laugh vibrate at his own sillyness. Never knew joke was part of his self. Then again she know nothing about him other than at passing glances. Somehow that meaningless moment to him was a flutter to her heart because she was learning about him.

The sleep from her eyes vanish and with sweet feeling she begin forgetting how sour her day was, waking up late due to her alarm clock's battery low and coming to class late and be center of attention of teacher's scornful eyes and almost fell asleep again when the class ended slip away the thought of their session. Like a candy he was, with one taste on her lips the more she savored the tiny thing the sweeter it taste to fresh her mind.

They begin studying and as usual the time melt in back as the pair focus on the important things. With him studying never felt like a chore rather a favorite time of her day where she could share her ideas, methods to someone at the end of day where the other would genuinely listen and he does. Soak her methods and appreciate her.

"So if you ever want to do the shading good you have to—".

Please please please don't prove I'm right ! Please please please don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nic—

SLAM ! Closing her eyes in embrassment she shut the phone down and open to see him hiding his same smile.

"I forget to silent my phone". Sweating nervously, she blurt out, glancing to other few students who seem to be in their little bubble and she silently curse to not make the same mistake she once did. Quickly she message her mother who's personally she tune the song for that she will talk late. She is busy.

"Okay ! So where we were..." Tailling she avert her eyes to meet his despite feeling the weight on her self.

"You like Sabrina Carpenter ?" She wince not wanting to recall the moment ago mistake. Blush red her skin, she knows she is overreacting yet little moments like this keep her awake at darkest of night.

"Can we—".

"It's okay. I am just asking". He pursed his lips. "Because of her sudden hype ?" He cleared his throat, genuine interested in her answer.

"No !" Too eager she deny.

"Then ?" Cameron push a little.

"Well, I liked her for a long time. From the song feather". Expect honesty her whisper voice said.

"And I from nonsense". Drop ! The casualty of his unfolding another part of himself was surprising that she turn to look at him shock.

"O my god ! I never thought you would also know her from that time !"

"Common than you know, like finding people with similar likings".

"Yes ! But not from you" Shit ! Her hands clasp on her lips little late than the words escape causing the tables to turn and his eyes to suddenly wide.

"Really ? Am I that uncool and unapproachable ?" Hint of offense lace in his voice she couldn't hide her blossoming smile. "Wow ! What a girl, you are laughing at me now". Scoffing Cameron playfully glare at her wider her smile too much than her comfort.

"Sorry, I am sorry". Snort overshadowed her apologies that he scoff louder. Not out of offense rather at fun. She shuffle her laugh a little well. "I am genuinely sorry". With her best thin pressed lips she said.

"Are you ?" Skeptical he narrow his eyes.

"No". She bust out laughing so does he. She is laughing a lot she felt, he is contagious she thought. His habit clinging to her. Not good for her heart as she mute her laugh at best.

"It's okay I was joking. I like your laugh". Her heart skip a beat and the blush deepen. Not good for her heart indeed.

Day 3

"I am thinking nightcore should be popular again". Out of blue he commented, the back of his pen within his fingers poke his pink lips.

"Huh ?" She tilt her head, coloring the shade without glancing she could feel his gaze rest on her. Out of blue he likes to say the most random things she ever known. Another unknowm part of his she entered.

"Yes, because I was listening the mix nightcore songs named six pills and seven days by Rosendale". She pause. Look up at him.

"O my god ! He is such a underrated star ! I love his the rose and the king song". Cameron sit straight, a habit she observed when he found something interesting.

"I too ! I like his the neighbors. The way he makes stories turn into songs it just amazing ! He has a talent and need recognization". (Y/N) truly believed that thought.

"Also I do agree your thinking of nightcore needs popularity because you heard the male nightcore version of alibi by underdogs". Cameron shake his head. He didn't and with pleasure she pick her phone that is on silent mode and put the song.

Her fingers then gave him the otherside of earbuds to listen and he took it, his onxy eyes stare at the thumbnail a little. A smirk lift his lips.

"You sure, you didn't click the video by the image of geto from jjk ?" His eyebrows raise at her pause before connecting their eyes.

"Yes, so what ? I am just a girl". Puff her chest she said, pat twice on her chest he flicker his eyes at to her face. Snicker he listen to the song, drawing his heart out and on the other end of earbuds she finish her unfinished works. Both basking at one another's presence. The sunset outside with birds was pretty too.

Day 4

"Class, tomorrow the test results will be in your hands ! Hopefully you all have done well". Professor Martin said, holding the bunch of white sheets and leaving groaning and sighing students behind.

A sigh came to his ear. Cameron turn his head to his seatmate. (Y/N) who is on her shoulder rest her head. At the verge of tears.

"What happen ? Not good ?" She shake her head in his confusion. "Then ? Extremely bad ?" She shake her head again to further puzzle him. "Then ?"

"It was good, great actually ?" He nod, a sign to continue. "And that's worrisome ! Because how can all the questions answer can I know ? There must be few where or many where I will be found wrong ! There is no way I found all the questions revisioned !". A chortle pass his lips as he rest on his shoulder too, facing her on the desk.

"(Y/N), that only means you were brilliant. Not that deep". Soft the edges of his eyes become, staring at her and for some reason a bubble of their own little world came to her, washing away others behind leaving only him and her. Them alone.

His eyes on hers and heat of their hands brushing against each other and knees touch a little. They are close she felt. Closer to where she felt to call him as her friend yet her cowardness was bigger than her courage to say out loud. She was afraid of rejection, deathly afraid. The reason why she never forward hand of friendnship to others first in fear of rejection or played. So, clearing her throat, ripping the tight silent air she sat up, rubbing her lips together.

"Would you like to go to a cafe ?" Breathing she meet his daze onyx, unfear of anything as he layed on the desk. "With me ?" It took her a back at his sudden proposal.

"Why ?" Her voice quiet.

"Because I want to". His simply words assure her afraid heart.

"When ?" Still averting eyes he manage to surprise her.

"Right now".

"Right now ?" Her words louder she quickly dart her sight to find no one. "So suddenly ?" She felt strange. A little funny inside her stomach.

"As I said, because I want to". He sit up. "So will you ?"

"Yes". (Y/N) agreed finding herself few minutes later at a little serene and cushy cafe. Few people drink away their peace, spending their time either in alone or sharing with another. Waiters with genuine smiles serve the orders, enjoying their lives too.

"So how are you liking it ?" His words snap her from her trance, tearing her eyes to look further and focus on him.

"Wonderful. Better than I expected". Truly she expected to be uncomfortable at a bustling or expensive cafe instead of a little cafe like this turn reality from children's fairytale. She didn't even know let alone pass a cafe called 'cutieeva'. Truly a befitting name for the sweetness.

"Glad to know that I did not disappoint you". He sip the drink he order and (Y/N) did too, fond of the aroma and the drink too much. Perfect after a stressful day. "Perfect after a stressful day isn't it ?" Like a magician he said her thoughts out loud. Wide her eyes slightly.

"Yes". Thoughtlessly she said yes, one sip of the drink when a thought pass her mind. A thought she desired to say yet afraid to be false.

"Did you choose it for...." She crease her voice. "me ?" She finished with a breath.

"Yes". His eyes on the tea. "I thought to see you not have winkles on your forehead sooner that's why I brought you here". The little thought touch her body to warm her even in the cloudy whether. To stranger she was, one of the million to him yet he cared of her mind more like a friend. She couldn't help feel special. His kindness win her trust little by little.

Day 5

SLAP !

The noise never fails to fuel her gulit and darkness little by little. Blaming her a part that it was her fault the poor boy was still receiving bullyin— no the word isn't severe enough. Abuse and violence he was getting. Why ? All because one person wants to vent on a living being, the weakest of the group. Her eyes dare look at him. The bloody face, painted in red. Drenched in strench. Plant in shame and laughed in misery. An unfair game it was. Adrien had no right to toy with someone's life, emotions, body. It simply shows he is the weakest of the group. People who can't control their immature feelings. People who toy with others are the worst and they are better off dead she believes because a human heart is fragile even though the thing stays inside hard bones of cage if hit too many times even the hardest cages break to be too late to save.

So, decide to be a braver person, better version of herself she find a white untained napkin in her bag. One step she took, the painful groan fill her ears.

Two steps. Their mocking laughs surround her vision.

Three steps. His face slammed on the metal like a bull.

Four steps. "(Y/N) !" A loud yell of her name tear her head to the direction. The voice of the owner was Cameron. The boy she never thought call her name out in front of all. Because their meetings kept within the walls of library and little glances exchange when met in passing each other. Never did one of them step forward to knowledge the other until now. It surprise her, she will be honest and the others too because Adrian's eyes on her now, a wicked smirk playing on his lips and those knowing eyes seem so odd, wrong.

"(Y/N), I was hoping would you like to go to cafe with me today ?" His proposal taken her a back again, a minute ago when their session finished not a word he utter and suddenly he says misleading words in front of others.

"Uh—". Too aware of scornful eyes of thousand, hush whispers and the light tower over her was so sudden she felt awkward, out of place. Still she said "Okay". Rejecting him in the spotlight would bruise his heart she knew was kind and soft also she adores his gentleman presence.

"Let's go then". Placing a hand behind her back (Y/N) felt was a gesture of comfort. They about to walk away.

A whistle made her turn her head not his. He kept his head straight. "Cameron forget our hangout ?" Another of his friend beside Adrian grin, too wide to be friendly yet too happy to be not. They were all too happy, she felt confusion not shy like she should because it remind her of her friendship where if her crush came near her, the other girls giggles, laugh and create all sorts of silly sounds. That was endearing not this, it felt like a insider joke she wasn't welcome.

But is it even a joke when Cameron wasn't laughing, his face serious. The first time she saw this face in her prescene so unlike of the happy, goofy ones. "I am not going". No looking back he walked, pressing his hand on her back to drag her feet away too.

"Dude ! Enjoy your date". The sentence made her blush yet the biting laugh wince her for some reason. Something feels unreal, wrong. She can't bring to put her finger on.

A nervous laugh she let out to break the tension. "They are funny". It seems to work, because a grin break out.

"They sure are". So he does love his friends, because he won't say that otherwise. They both reach the same cafe, sitting opposite of each other, sipping their drinks.

Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.

The sounds of water always awaken a happiness within her. The louder the drops hitting the ground, the harder she could laugh, the harsher waters fall the smoother she felt. Perhaps this sterms from her naïve thought that even cloudes need to cry sometimes and that comfort her. That she wasn't alone, the sadness of clouds were there for her. Crying alongside her or simply crying to her, drowning the road away.

"Shall we leave then ?" The cup cleaned empty from how delicious it was and Cameron who always silly, goofy seem gloomy and silent. Maybe cloudy weather didn't comfort him, sunny must do because he looks alive on those days. Happy and charming as if even the sun was glowing for him.

"I would like to stay for few minutes". Tender at the edge his voice was, place the porcelain cup with a light click and continue to stare at the empty cup like thoughts minging inside him.

His face shadowed and the mute colors of the cloudes hid the sun away completely, turning the roads slippery with it's sadness. He looks sad. She thought and for the first time she realize how she comes to not like the rainy day, blaming it for him. When a idea plant in her head convincing her to stand up and go near the waiter.

Cameron for some reason can't stop lowering his gaze. From confusion or hatred he is unaware but he prefers to not meet her warm (E/C) eyes. Those intelligent and honest mirror of hers. The shade of her eyes unconsciously come to be his favorite. "Here". A little shuffle of plastic pass his ears and a cream white bun wrapped in a plastic came to his sight.

"Eat it. Whenever I feel sad. I always eat it, makes me happy. Eating food is a way to relieve stress for me". (Y/N) smiling ear to ear gave him, sit beside him for a support she knew was never said.

Hmm ? Tilt his head, Cameron hold the bun and he look at her finally meeting those very same eyes his heart skip beats for, race fast and he felt like falling in love again. Rainy days never made for him yet the drops of water seem serene with her.

His hand touch her hand, intertwining like pieces of puzzle. Her breath hitched. Intimate the touch felt and caress of his thumb seem an unspoken approval. Her eyes flicker to his lips to his clear eyes where her own self seem far beautiful than she was, as if looking at herself from his view where she is most beautiful of all. The onyx eyes drop to her lips and stayed, her lips part a little and suddenly she felt dry.

Doubts creep in the back of her mind. This is not what she precieve, right ? His face lean a little, the warmth of his hand overshadow the coldness of the rainy breeze. He rest his forehead on hers and gosh, the people, whispers, droplets of rain all went in vain, white noise. She suck her breath, a knot in her throat and funny her stomach felt not knowing what to do. First time she is closer to a boy before in her high school, or middle school only limited to lacing hands.

Does she want it ? The kiss ? He lean more, chocolate breath of his coffee caress her gently and she close her eyes. Scared and uncertain. The knot of her throat more tighten and the funny in her stomach vanish leaving her stomach empty.

His lips about to touch, his warmth about to spread on her lips too when CLASP ! (Y/N) flinch, fear her life turn away and find a waiter accidentally break a glass. Heart racing inside her cage so fast she is afraid it might break out and the knot in her throat become lighter and doubts flee away.

Quitely she dare look at him through her lashes and breath hitched to find him stare her already. Pulses of her beat race faster and before her heart could bust bloody she stood up. "A-actually I reme-mber I have something to do". Stuttering she took her belongings, lay her payment of order and left without hearing his reply. Too afraid, too awkward to hear anything.

Day 6

"He's late". Sitting alone at their library, waiting for him was scary because of how unknown she is to his feelings. She knew him only for days to know if he cross the boundary in heat of moment or genuinely like her in that way. A way she is unsure if she feels the same but if she didn't why let him kiss her ? Strange confusion is feeling. Uncertain both his returning and her feelings.

Leaning back on the chair, peeking at the open window to see the cloudy weather cowering the sun makes her heart ache a little. She liked the warmth of the sun, it's ray kissing her skin and light to her sight. How odd once a rainy lover comes to love the sun too ? Suddenly buzz of her phone startled her realizing their session end and her next period is about to begin.

(Y/N) curl her fingers to fist, dugging crescent moons on her palm. At least the physical pain will divert her from the doubts of him ran away. That he toss her, threw her like a used person or became a coward person to go hiding after attempt to kiss her. She doesn't know which is worse. Perhaps the latter because at least her heart rest to know he liked her enough to try kiss her not for fun.

She waited few more minutes. Watching the clouds thunder.

More minutes to watch the thunders turn to small droplets of rain.

More minutes for the cloudy to cry finally. Rain heavy to soak the earth with it's sadness.

"It's time". She decided glancing at the time. She risked to almost miss her class and now if she hurry enough her class won't be miss so she grab her belongings with reluctant.

TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP.

Following loud sounds of footsteps did her (E/C) eyes saw Cameron standing. Panting his breath and little soaked at the sleeve and shoes holding a small bouquet of flower.

"I am sorry. I am late. I miscalculated that how long my class held me so when I went to buy flowers, almost all the shops near were closed so when I went to far I didn't knew what time pass". (Y/N) saw his eyes averting at every second and blush red his ears as his hand forward the daisy in his hand. A symbol of first love for a girl she read one time.

"The reason I went to buy flowers because I want you to be my girlfriend and flowers were my first thought to propose with". Shy his voice was and gaze lowering so many often times she fears he will never look again.

Joyful laughter spread across the empty library causing the boy to look up and met with the scene he almost felt his heart stop. Her lips wide in happiness escaping sounds of joy and eyes almost close in bliss behind her the sounds of rain melt like an painting he swears she is the most beautiful girl.

"I would love to be your girlfriend". Smiling so wide her apple of cheeks hurt she strench her hand to accept the flower when yelp pass her lips and eyes wide feeling his fingers circle around her wrist, pull her to collid the lips they couldn't yesterday. A satisfied sigh left his lips while (Y/N) pause.

A furrow in her brows came when his tongue part her lips to slip and move their lips together, in a rhythm like a melody of a beautiful song that is only made for them. He tastes like chocolate she notice. He taste good, smell good with rain however a sense of unease silt her stomach as his lips hungrier, greedier and pulling their breaths closer than more possible. The soft kiss melt into desire with their teeth mingling and his tongue exploring her flesh, sucking and licking all inside she felt she suffocated and in split of desperation she pushed him, sucking breath to her lungs.

Cameron panting to breath whisper "I am sorry". Holding her body and resting his face to her crook of neck.

"It's okay". She wondered if all first kiss were this passionate and the fairytale kisses were lies.

"Is your class starting now ?" He stare at her. "Are you free ?" The hopefulness in his voice melt her heart that changed even her mind.

As something told her utter out the words she never knew would be uttering. "I do not have any". The smile in his lips was enough to satisfy the lie. A lie she didn't regret telling.

Day 7

"I was wondering something—". Sitting beside each other. (Y/N) continue to say. "—at our first day when professor Martin asked why were you there and you answered to study with your crush. Was that a lie ?" Or truth she left unspoken, fear to be false. His hand on her waist caressing.

"What do you think ?" He returned with a question, she narrowed her eyes playfully as he tenderly smile more.

"Lie ?" She wished for him to correct her.

"Yes. It was". He spoke hiding his face on her neck. Peppering small kisses. She bite her lips and curl her fingers in tense of the sudden affections but she question if he is telling her the truth.

Lost in thoughts she felt him kiss on her neck tailing to her chin and to her lips finally. She pulled away laughing learning how touchy he is. "You are clingy". A little intense too. He laughs.

"How can I not be when I have the girl I like in my arms ?" Flirtatious words deepen her tone of blush very much to the strawberry Cameron likes to eat.

"What a flirt". Pushing him away to have space she lean on the chair. The libray is empty and a relive fill her because she wish no one to see her like this.

"Cameron, What are you doing ?" Adrien voice stuck her in her root. Many other footsteps close the gap when they come from her behind.

"Hey !" He greet her and (Y/N) didn't spoke a word, keeping her eyes on Cameron. She hates violent people and he is one.

"What are you doing buddy ?" Another of his friend, William asked, darting his blue eyes between the couple.

"Date with your girl perhaps ?" Giggling the red haired girl said, Harper.

(Y/N) thought for a second whether their relationship is secret or not and she definitely wanted the latter because relationships are meant to be open and they are in collage so it shouldn't be a problem.

"Yes, I am his girlfriend. Nice to meet you". She said noticing how he is not introducing her nor laughing like he does. He is looking grim.

"Oh ! Girlfriend ?" William smirk, the snicker made her discomfort for some reason. "Nice to meet you too". He forward his hand to shake but Cameron slap it away.

"We will be going". He commented, taking her hand to drag her away from the group. From behind (Y/N) heard the laughter increase and she felt weird. Shouldn't they be upset instead of laughing ? And why is he dragging her away ? Was their relationship meant to be secret ? Is he angry ? Was she wrong to say out loud their love for each other.

"Cameron.." She stopped, that face. The same shadowed face scare her, afraid to snap him. His jaw clench, lips pressed thin and eyes clouded with unknown thoughts. He looks scary. She didn't ask at the end.

Day 8

Life in collage after having a boyfriend didn't change much. The same mundane early mornings, walking through the hallway to classes save for the open abuse. She wonder did Adrian got bored and toss him away, she hopes so for the boy's health going on her day to study. The another change was their meeting at library isn't for study solely rather to spend sweet little time where he is as intense and touchy. Bathing her in pure hearts, bringing foods to fill her hungry stomach, whispering flirtous words.

He is the perfect boyfriend she ever dreamed of. The perfection of the sun she fell for. She is more than happy to do the same that's why she remembers his favorite foods, surprise him with little token of loves, share interest together. Not a single second of their share time was bitter or sour. It was fill with such sweetness a candy couldn't even satisfy now.

She happily even told her parents who were elected to see their daughter dating a good man from the praises she sang of him and they are too happy to meet him if possible which Cameron says he will meet when the right time comes.

"Three".

"Two".

"One !" (Y/N) felt a surge of relieve seeing Cameron came right at time before professor could enter. She wave her hand a little to help him spot her where he smiles and sat next to her.

"Hi". He greets her putting his bag back on the side.

"Hi". She greets him back, smiling in adoration.

"Cinderella".

"Aren't they are the Cinderella couple ?"

"O my god ! That's so cool ! I root for her".

"Shut up ! It's not that serious dating, you idiot !"

"Yes, they aren't actually dating".

Cinderella. (Y/N)'s favorite Disney princess because of how Ella, the real name of her was full of kindness and silent resilient. So, after dating Cameron their relationship slammed into Cinderella felt more like a mock to her.

"What's wrong with people". She roll her eyes thinking are these students from middle school ? Calling a couple Cinderella simple based for the fact they see Cameron as a prince and her a pleasant. (Y/N) wasn't from a poor family, her family fairly wealthy than middle class and they were normal couple. The whispers of the name always follows her.

"It's okay (Y/N), do not pay attention". Calmly his palm pat on her back, meeting her eyes to smile and she returned in a smaller one. She knew Cameron hated it and their dating became so public after they met his friend group yesterday. The one to sprinkle gossip. Talk about rudness yet a relive met her mind at Cameron's openness about their relationship.

Professor entered the class and (Y/N) couldn't help but sneak her hand under his to touch and Cameron glance at her, a twitch on his lips before intertwining to her surprise. A smile couldn't stop blossoming as she lean and rest her body to him peeking to find a smile on his too.

Day 9

"Cameron, you know that I like you for you not for the gifts you give me everyday". Leaving a exhausted sigh she look at the fourth gift of their short relationship. A golden ring for her pinky finger and as much as it's endearing to see it's burdening as she was gifted unwanted and not needed things.

"But I like to seeing you in my things". Lifting the smile she comes to adore he hold the tiny ring and pull her closer to kiss, a slow and soft kiss. A kiss she prefers than those passionate ones when a grasp part her mouth and (Y/N) broke to find him slide the ring on her finger already.

Playfully she glare at him to return with cute scrunch on his face. "Such a silly fox". A fox she is not afraid to love.

Day 10

"Cameron". Gently her (E/C) eyes finds his, "Don't. Not in the library". Stern her voice she push the needy boy to complete the assignment last minute before summiting.

"Cameron !" Yet here he goes again, dragging the wooden chair, screeching the legs of wood against the floor to hold her waist and pepper kisses over her neck to cheek.

Discomfort churn her stomach and fear threat to discover by someone she quickly scan for any yet finding none didn't melt the unwanted touches. "Cameron, please not outside. Not public". Like a exhausted parent she glare at him, their discussion of her not finding comfort in public touch has been talked however he seems to can't keep his hands.

"How can I control ?—" Before any sweet words win her.

"You can control. You just don't". Smiling she spare one look to soak in her work feeling his shoulder slump and in defeat to only lean on her body. The sight of golden bracelet remind her of his another gift today. Giggily telling her it suits her.

In silence she wrote the lines her mind commands listening to the seren breathing of her boyfriend beside. "Hey !" Her pen pause and she look to met Walliam, one of the familiar faces. "Dating in secrecy ?" Amused he let out, eyeing the pair.

She felt Cameron sitting straight, the humor dissolved into seriousness she couldn't fathom.

"Leave". One word and a mystic glint flash in William's eyes.

"Why ?" Challenged he raise his eyebrow and (Y/N) see the palpable tension she wanted to question suddenly because she notice too frequently how the cryptics words exchange in their talks confuse her and when she tries to join, she was quickly pushed aside with a brush. It pained her as a part of her wants to befriend or at least know them.

Another fact that didn't change ick her is she still felt like a outsider to the group and a loner. The laugh—

"Fine. Dude, keep your girl". Snicker he break the tight eye-contact to gaze upon her only to laugh, the laugh she was thinking. A laugh biting and mysterious. They always do whether she merely pass by them or few times wave her hand in courtesy. For odd reason it unnerved her because if bunch of people laugh at one with no known humor in context is strange.

They are strange. The image of their perfect friendship seems to distort a little and Cameron does not seem to tell her.

"Do you like them ?" He look at her sudden question, seeing him leave. "You do not look happy to face them anymore". Her eyes wasn't blind, she never saw him with humor when they face.

"I do like them. It just..." He tailed off, his eyes low and voice sounds distant. "—complicated". Wanting to ask more to bear even a slight of his burden on her shoulder as well. She part her lips.

"Your homework is completed right ?" He quickly smiled, lit up to kiss her swallowing her words inside and she let him dislike to ruin the happiness.

Despite being discomfort to kiss in public.

Day 11

"I know. I know we are only dating for few weeks now. Or more like days but—". Her words halted keeping her doubts at bay to talk straight. "—I am very close with my family. We always talk about crushes, love very freely. My parents even says that loving someone shouldn't feel wrong if both parties are adult and consenting so from very young age I always shares my crushes and few boyfriends to my family who met them to know if the boy is safe for me to date—". She look at those unreadable eyes. "—you know not dating me for bad intentions". He nod and she isn't sure from his blank expression what displeasing thoughts were running in his head. She bite her lips, perhaps pressuring him was a bad idea after all. His comfort comes first.

"I am sorry. You don't have to meet them if you don't want to". She added, sitting silently on his bed in his dorm room and look down almost regretting everything when heels of chair screech across the floor and her sight meet his legs and his hand wrap her wrist and pull her to his lap.

She yelped at the unexpected action, her toes curl a little. He grin. "You know you look like an scared rabbit ?" Cooing her, he lean to kiss the corner of lips, fluttering the butterflies in her stomach. His petal lips light kiss on her lips before turn her body a little to press her against his body.

Her breath hitched, her breast touch his chest and nervousness spread her. It is her another time such close range to a boy and the way his kisses tail on her jaw to her collarbone while those charcoal eyes directly gaze her awaken heat under her skin.

She grasp his sleeves and lean away a little. "Not here. I am not ready". Truthfully she says.

"Why ?" His brows furrow. "Do not worry I will meet your parents. Sooner or later". His smile lift the sensual air, sliding his hand on her back in smoothing manner. "It's alright. Nothing will happen". His hushed voice assure her. She rest her head on his shoulder. Little guilty for stopping him but she doesn't want to be rash for his need. They have rest of their lives to wait. Or at least that's what she thought.

"By the way, be ready. I am taking you to date". (Y/N) smiles, nodding letting his touch stay.

Day 12

"That date was magical". She thought walking to the gates of university when her eyes caught the sight of a small flower shop and his proposal with flowers flash across her mind. "Why not I give him a flower now ?" The idea opened the doors of his surprise expressions so immediately glancing at her phone for the time realizing she has no period pick her pace to the shop.

She choose the simplest. White roses represent pure love, hope and new beginning, the definition of their relationship. Isn't it ideal ? Sniffing the crisp and clean scent remind her of his musky and traditional ones. Closing her eyes in bliss she begin thinking the path to the business hallway to surprise him with flowers. Of course in secret not in front of all.

Holding the little bouquet of white roses she peek to the windows of classes finding him at none. Confusion sink a little.

"I miss my boyfriend". One of the passing girl thoughtlessly shared.

"Your boyfriend William ? Where is he ?" Her assumed friend asked.

"Of course with his friends at the esport facility". The girl replied, sounding upset yet (Y/N) ears perk at the mention of the familiar name and at the place they are at.

"Bunking class ?" She chuckle not knowing he is the type to. Walking fast she look around to find the facility she went only once or twice with her classmates by the teacher for sports practice.

"Where it is ?" Her teeth sink into her bottom lips, standing near a door and eyes searching for the room.

"Hey Cameron, what game are you playing huh ?" (Y/N) jolted slight at her boyfriend's name called from behind and she turn her head to stare at the door behind.

"What do you mean ?" His smooth, soft voice asked. Her heart skipped.

"Stop beating around the bush and say it what game are you playing with that girl ?" A unfamiliar male voice irritated asked and she tilts her head in confuse. What girl ? Which girl ?

"What girl ?" Cameron glare at his friend, Leo.

"That girl you are recently dating from art class". Her heart skipping more feeling intrude into their private conversation yet the desire to hear what he really thinks of her grip her in her roots.

"What about (Y/N) ?" An exhausted sigh echo the room.

"Hey ! Buddy, you know what we are talking about ! Stop playing dumb". The harsh, horse voice of Adrian add. "We told you the bet was to date that girl and kiss her within five days. So why are you still doing hovering over her ?" The air around her turn cold and her feet and hands felt frosty.

What ?

"Yes, Cameron, are you trying to fuck her too ? That's why you are following her like a shadow ?" William's deep voice joked. Laugh vibrate in his chest and maybe the laugh was contagious because all joined in save for Cameron and Leo.

"Stop it ! The bet was to merely date and kiss her not to make her fall in love ! It's not a laughing matter when someone's feeling is in hand". Leo sounded agitated only to fuel their laughter.

"Leo ! Stop sounding like a fucking saint when you were the one to give the bet". Adrian tsk in irony, looking away from the group to the door.

"I know and I regret it". He answered back, sparing a look to Cameron who's choosing silence the entire time.

"I wondered if she is virgin because why else Cameron wants her so bad ?" William smirk, glint mischievous at earning Cameron's glare while Adrian furrow, making out someone's figure outside of the door.

"What wanna—". Another friend's voice cut off.

"Who's there ?" Adrian's shout causing all to look at the door. "Hey ! You outside !" (Y/N) jumped in cold sweat hearing the footsteps closing to near and near and near yet her body isn't hers to listen anymore.

She watched the door wide open meeting many pairs of eyes however her found Cameron's wide ones. Fear and panic in those onyx ones she only saw bashfull and confidence. Was that also an act to make her fall ?

"(Y/N) ?" His utter break the silence and Leo mutter fuck under his breath. The others forming smile at the new entertainment about to begin.

"(Y/N)" The name roll from Cameron's voice suddenly sounded bitter, distant. Like she was a stranger to him and he was to her. She wonder how she even manage to stood not run away like in the movies she watch ?

"(Y/N)—".

"I know you are dating me for love right ?" Words she didn't ponder to say escape. The white roses in her hand bend a little by her force of fist but she didn't care. She looked straight in his eyes and waited to hear the answer she knew was truth.

He likes her.

She knows. She knows he likes her. The bet must be somesort of joke that turned truth later, she believes he won't betray her trust in that way. She knows she is being dating because she is liked, loved. No way the adoration, love, smiles, flowers were lies. An illusion. An decoration to the prey to sink his fangs.

He must like her right ?

"I am—". She breath in relieve and the boys scoff in disbelief. "—now". Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Why the word now feels foreign, unheard and confuse word. What does he mean by now ? He didn't soak sleeves to propose with flowers for love ? He didn't try to kiss her for love ? He didn't bring her to cafe for her peace of mind ? He didn't call out her name in front of others for love ?

What does that mean ? What they were then ? If not girlfriend and boyfriend ? If not in relationship ? Because the reality of her faith in him was shattered by the single word. Now.

"Do you love me ?" He flinch and she thought why unaware her voice sounded cold.

"Yes. I do now—".

"Did you loved me ?" He wince again and she is thinking why ? When she should be the one in pain.

"Did you loved me ?" The guilt in his eyes should have been the answer but she wanted to prove the illusion wrong that he did loved her.

"Did you loved me ?" She repeated, her voice stronger than better. Harsher than previous.

"No". The root of grip over her body collapse and the trust for him shatter.

"Did you approach me solely due to bet ?" She asked once more, little crack at the end.

"Yes". The honesty she always like stings like a snake bite, poisoning all the reality she believed, lived in only to be shattered and realize how big of a fool she was.

The men in the room laughed a little. That same biting laugh and she realize another thing. They all knew. Not only the men but the others too, all the students knew. She was from the beginning jester to their sick joke. An outsider to the group. When she thought all were laughing with her turns out they were laughing at her.

And the orchestra was done by the one and only person she trusted and come to love. Her beloved boyfriend Cameron. She should have known no mortals are allowed to look at the sun directly. It burns their eyes, flesh and left nothing but ashes of burnt. She should have been better.

She turn her heels and walk. Walk straight to her dorm. Feeling the blaze of sun rays. Today the sun was pretty warm.

She layed on the bed. Unmoved, untouched and unlive too. Staring at the ceiling with her dry eyes. She thought why tears weren't comforting her when her heart was squeezing her to not breath anymore.

Ding !

(Y/N) stood up, livelessly went near the phone when the little bouquet of love. The white roses fell to the ground silently. She watched them and in errie slow way she crounched down. The white wrapper around them fell apart, the bunch of roses draft from one another. Her fingers touch the green stem.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The delicate thorn of the stems nicked her finger accompany with the sting of pain and drops of ruby hue fell to the group. As silently as the flowers. Her head title, staring at the errie blood on her fingers, not a hiss left her lips. The pain was for a second, light yet.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Finally the tears in her eyes roll down her cheeks. Quiet salty tears swell up however sudden little whimper form in her lips turning to sounds of pain as she begin crying out loud. Louder and louder and louder the cry become.

"It hurts. It hurts". She whimper and for some reasons it was not the pain in her fingers and she hated to acknowledge the real pain. She wanted to believe in the illusion she thought was her reality.

"It's hurts. It really really hurts". She wail, fat tears one after another falling down and ears plumbing hard to not let her hear anything.

Why ? Why ? Why he played with her ? Why he do that ? She really, really loved him. His smile was sweet, his laugh was louder, the daisy was beautiful, his embrace was warm. He became her many things she liked.

Even if the days they bond was short, the feelings were deeper than the days. Why ? Why did he do all those ? Just for a bet ? If so why was he so honest there ? He could have lied and she like a fool in love believed him. She totally could have.

Wailling alone. In the cold room despite the sweeping of sun rays. She stare at the white roses. A represention of pure love, hope and beginning along sorrow and regret she forget.

Suddenly the door of the room bust open, she couldn't care. The pain was becoming unbearable by passing second when a strangled grasp left her lips upon the touch of a pair of hands around her frame.

The touch was too familiar it was nausea.

"I am sorry, I am sorry (Y/N) for doing that to you. I am sorry. I am really really sorry (Y/N). Believe me I am". Cameron hug her tighter and she cried harder.

"I am sorry. I love you. I do love you (Y/N)". The special words of love instead of touching her, fluttering her heart turn her stomach.

"I love you. Believe me. You must believe me". He let her go and cup her soaked face, staring into the pained (E/C) eyes. "I love you. Yes, I approach you with motive but believe me I fell for you in the process. Look if I didn't love you then I wouldn't brought you the flowers, get wet in rain, spend half of my time with you and bring you to the cafe". He in desperate voice told her.

"I love you. You are my first love (Y/N), my first and only one. You made me fall for you". (Y/N) sobbing look at the stranger in front and sniff.

"H-how can I believe you ?" Cameron froze. He stare at her, those teary ones, the reason of her pain.

And connect their forehead. "Think about it (Y/N), if I didn't love you so much would I still date you even after we kissed ? If I didn't love you would I have still dated you ? Think about it. If I didn't love you shouldn't I throw you away ? I loved you and took care of you. Always thought of you". (Y/N) sob halted and her numbed mind thought of the sense of his speech.

"If I didn't love you I wouldn't chase after you and hug you so dear to my arm ?" Now she couldn't stop thinking how good he treated and loved her. Yes, late but at least loved her right ? If their relationship wasn't a love story then what ? Of course it was love right.

She loved him a lot. And seeing him in his knee cradling her makes her forgive him, give him a second chance. "Will you be my girlfriend again ?" It was an unspoken break up.

"Yes". She didn't want to lose him so she said yes slipping the consequence of her mistake because even if he loved her, late. The pain and the scars were already dug too deep.

He hugged her tightly in happiness. She really didn't want to lose him but how could she differentiate the lies and truth drop from his lips when it was the same lips approach her with deceit.

Also if he loved her then why did he not notice the drops of blood yet ? Or he doesn't care enough to.

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅

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moonlight-tmd · 8 months ago

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I was just reading though some of your older stuff and saw mention of a Sparkeater Bee au, though I can't find much on it. I was wondering if you had anymore thoughts for it and which ship you would go with for it. Personally I could see it leaning more ShockBee thank anything with Long Arm finding out about Bee needing extra rations in Bootcamp and helping sneak him what he needs. After he comes Long Arm Prime, he also tweaks their supplies to make sure there's extra energon in there for Bee to have without anyone raising an eyebrow at why the crew on Earth would need so much.

When the Elite Guard goes to Earth, he makes sure to go with them to he can see Bee and check in on him to make sure he's ok. And maybe if Bee ever can't hold himself back anymore and has to start eating sparks, Shockwave can add little... canisters addressed to Bee in the supply shipments. After all, no one would really notice if a few of the bots who are on the cybertronian equivalent of death row decided to "take the process into their own hands". Not like anyone would look for their missing spark, nor would there be any guilt attached to eating someone so evil. Right?

You know, I have yet to have an AU that is purely ShockBee.

This is a perfect opportunity you gave me right here, anon.

Yeah, I never wrote anything about it other that this brief mention because I found Cyberbeast AU to be more interesting. So-

Sparkeater!Bumblebee AU

-in my AU, Sparkeaters are a product of a disease of Cybertron origin. It forces the host to become cannibalistic and lose their sanity and conscious to the point of being hungry ravaging monsters. Each Sparkeater still has a resemblance to their original form as Cybertronian, but more monstrous, famished-looking and with 4 bladed tentacles coming out the back.

There is a treatment to delay the disease, but it isn't enough to stop or fight against it. Cybertron Law and Medical Code was altered to kill anyone who had the disease to prevent endangering the population. Of course, there is no purges like when the disease had its "gold era" but anyone who has the disease detected will be personally hunted down by Elite Guard.

There are few who managed to stay hidden all this time, trained themselves to keep the darkness under control and eat whatever sated their hunger; be it energon, live-scrap or Sparks of those who wouldn't be missed, probably. Bumblebee was one of them. From a young age he was exposed to any barceria since he was living on the streets, but he got the disease shortly before becoming a youngling. He met another stray bot who also had the disease and that's how he learned what he will be now and how to keep it on a leash. Although unlike the rest he never taken anyone's Spark. He refused to hurt anyone like this if there was an alternative. He was a pretty good thief so he managed to stick with energon.

Then he went to boot camp, he hoped that once he will be in Elite Guard then he'll be able to get more ways to sate himself, but life had different path for him...

He met Longarm and Bulkhead, Bee was quite sceptical to the idea of being around other normal bots, he was very aware of what could happen if one got too close and he got hungry. Nonetheless, Bulkhead stuck with him and made him his friend. Longarm on the other hand, he wasn't as pressing to be his friend, the two sorta drifted together until there was friendship. Longarm noticed an odd demeanor Bee had but brushed it off because Bulkhead wasn't any more normal.

One time when they were supposed to hang out, Longarm came into Bee's private room and found the medical documents laying on his berth- he immediately knew they were forged, he himself was using forged papers. When Bee came in after taking a shower and saw Longarm browsing his important stuff he was on high alert, but Longarm seemed to believe the fake medical case and offered to help him out. Of course, Bee took it, he couldn't risk not being able to contain himself.

So Longarm/Shockwave steals significant amount of energon from the supply closet and gives it to Bee. He's not stupid, he's seen bot with similar conditions and connected the dots- he knew the risk of having an afflicted nearby but he also knew of ways to keep the disease at bay... He's grown to like the little bot and wouldn't want him to die because of it. This however didn't last too long- the officers were investigating the cadets about the stolen supplies and found them inside Bee's suite. The scout was suspended but found himself taking shelter in Bulkhead's room. So Longarm kept bringing him the extra fuel, altho this time he was being careful when stealing it.

Bulkhead got him into repair crew then while Longarm stayed to graduate. Bee was nervous to learn he was on the same ship with a medic who could uncover the danger and ruin him. He was lucky enough that Ratchet also believed the professionally forged documents and assigned him the extra rations. He thanked Primus when Ratchet didn't double check the scans he made when Bee got injured. Longarm stayed in contact with Bee, making sure he has everything he needs for his 'defect'.

When he heard about the repair crew going missing he feared Bee has done something- he didn't want this to be true... In the meantime said crew crashed on earth and Bee resorted to eating old car parts and oil from the local scrap yards. It almost tasted like a mech- not that he'd know, it just felt like it would. He... chose not to think about it and just kept himself busy while the energon supply shrank with every month.

While being on earth, Sari got to learn about Sparkeaters when she was talking some stories and stuff about the human version- vampires. She even got to hear the little rhyme that was told to sparklings sometimes so they'll listen to their parents. (this neat post i found) Bee found himself uneasy hearing what others think of them, he felt his own spark stop when he instictively commented that they can't be that bad and that they're still a mech inside. Thankfully the others didn't catch onto it and just kept wondering about Sparkeaters and if there's an actual way to either get rid of them or help them.

Then Decepticons came around. In the short interactions with Blitzwing he suspected he might also have the disease... but the longer the banters between them went Bee realized he's just a weird cannibal and not much more.

In any other circumstances Bee would've hated it but right now he was glad Sentinel tracked down the evil bunch and found them also. Energon was once again flowing... and that wasn't the only good thing.

Longarm spend nearly all his free time searching for Bee or any signs of his whereabouts. He knew the last signal of Decepticons was send just before the encounter of the crew Bee was in so hearing that they've tracked the same signal somewhere further in the galaxy made him eager to go and check for himself- not even if his actual secret-allies are ok, just if Bee's there.

Sure enough, the autobot Blurr he's been paired up with for the mission send him a back-up signal while he was investigating something in the alley- there was Bee, being seized up by Blurr, Long didn't listened the reason for arrest, he only ran towards the mini and hugged him, He couldn't have been happier.

Bee was also very happy, he couldn't get enough of Long's company- more so when he said he's been looking for him all this time. It was very sweet...

They stayed together on earth for a while, Longarm visited often and called him all the time when Elite Guard left earth's atmoshere.

Eventually someone pointed out how much Bee and Long hang out and hinted at there being more than a friendship. Bee denied... Longarm was kind and he did everything to make sure Bee is okay, he hated to admit but he did like Longarm a lot, more than just a friend even, but he couldn't risk hurting him if he knew what he was.

He tried his best to ignore the little gestures, the lingering touches and words with deeper meaning Longarm said when he was feeling vulnerable. He tried to resist, he wasn't meant to have a good life... Yet, Longarm seemed to disagree. He went out of his way to spend as much time with Bee as possible, brought him gifts and any supplies needed without question.

When Longarm took him out on a lone drive around the city... Bee was scared, he knew it shouldn't happen. But when Longarm had them sit on a meadow by the lake and started speaking about how much he cares about Bee, he couldn't muster all the strength he had to turn him away. Bee kept avoiding the question and bringing up all the reasons he couldn't date him- mostly his 'defect'. He froze when Longarm admitted to knowing what he was, he almost couldn't believe when he said he loves him and he'll do anything to help him. And he meant anything.

Bee gave up, there was no point in denying it any longer. Bound to break or not, Bee was gonna be happy for as long as he could with Longarm. So were the others when they found out about the new-formed couple.

For the relationship itself; Both Longarm and Bee know they can't truly be together- sparkbonding or even interfacing is a high risk of contracting the disease. They still find other means to make it work.

I don't think Bee would be so desperate to eat Sparks at any point as long as he has enough energon... but i suppose after the space barnacles incident before the crew was found he wasn't doing good and was forced to stuff himself with as much scrap as possible to shut the internal dread and hunger. The incident after Sari accidentally blasted and nearly killed him left a huge pit in his tank that he couldn't bring to satisfaction... He never had such bad injuries that would require so much sustenance to ease. At that point he couldn't let Longarm near- but Longarm promised, and promises are to be kept.~ The next time he visited he brought a package for Bee to open in private. They both sat in his room, doors and windows locked tight, curtains pulled. Inside was a medical transportation jar with a still-live Spark. At first Bee was scared of what Longarm has done, Longarm explained he gotten it from the "death row criminals" and Bee didn't have to worry... Which he couldn't really do at this point, the hunger rose with each second he stared at the unprotected Spark...

Those who learned to control the disease could make it hasten on command, allowing them to utilize the Sparkeater form(or certain features) while still being themselves. Getting back to normal was a bit more challanging than turning tho... Normally when Bee had to go wild he'd stuff his tank with any vehicle he found on the way until he was good... Now that he was lavished with a Spark containing so much energy and minerals to satisfy him, it was no trouble keeping it down. He almost regretted not doing this sooner. After that the hunger was not an issue- the Spark took a good while to fully digest in his tank... The biggest issue in that time was avoiding Ratchet and his scanner. He was relieved when he felt the other Spark finally give out in him and Ratchet forced him to go take the overdue system scan.

Geez that is long. I blame you for making me wanna write about it more now. Thank you for the ask.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #tfa bumblebee #tfa au #sparkeater!bumblebee au #shockbee #long post

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The Fan Meeting

Pairing: Idol!Han Jisung x afab fanfic writer reader Request: No Theme: Strangers to Lovers Contains: Panic Attacks, Cursing, Unprotected Sex (don't do this), Loads of Fluff, Angst If You Squint. Word Count: 4,933 Note: MINORS DNI!!!! This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. I was thinking to myself, what if my worst nightmare and one of my fantasies collided? Then this came out haha! I know some of the details aren't accurate, this is fiction so don't come for me! 😂

You had been wanting to see Stray Kids live for forever. You were a huge STAY, you even (embarrassingly) wrote fan fiction about them on Tumblr. For your birthday your lovely best friends since childhood decided to get you tickets to see them live AND do a fan meeting. One of them said she would come with you (you had gotten her into the group and she is now a proud STAY as well) and it was all the two of you could talk about for weeks.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE WE ARE SEEING THEM TOMORROW I'M GONNA PASS OUT AND/OR CRY I SWEAR TO GOD!" Your bestie had heard you talk about how your were probably going to have a heart attack or spontaneously combust for weeks so, being used to this dialogue, she just laughed and shook her head at your antics.

"If you pass out I'll just throw some water on you so you don't miss too much." She deadpanned. This caused you to crack up hysterically until she joined in and soon the two of you were clutching your ribs from how hard you had been laughing.

"Just 24 more hours and we will be front row watching my favorite boys." You sighed wistfully and your friend just chuckled.

"Yeah, 24 hours!"

~✨~

Your heart was racing as you lined up outside the venue. You had missed the last world tour because you had just gotten into the group and couldn't afford tickets, but that didn't bother you much seeing as this album was astronomy themed. You had worked at an observatory for years but you had just left the job and honestly needed a break from job hunting and what better way to decompress than seeing your favorite boys live.

You were fascinated with the sky so the first time you heard "Hall of Fame" and recognized Neil Armstrong's words you almost passed out. This was the perfect time to see your favorite boys live and you were seriously worried that you might ACTUALLY pass out at some point.

You and your bestie had dressed up for the occasion, wanting to look good for the fan meeting (Jesus the fan meeting you hadn't really thought about it too much, too worried you were going to embarrass yourself)

Once you got into the venue you were starstruck. There was merchandise and STAY's running around, excitement filled the air. You were in awe of it all and if it weren't for your bestie you would've stood there frozen taking it all in for way too long. Luckily she pulled your hand and dragged you over to the line for merchandise.

After spending WAY too much money on memorabilia you decided to head to your seats. You were absolutly buzzing with excitement as you continued forward until you reached your spots. So close to the stage you could practically see the flecks of paint on the stage floor.

"How are we feeling? Excited? Nervous? Pass-outy?" You laughed at your friends made up word.

"Pass-outy? That's ridiculous. But seriously I am just so fucking excited I cannot contain it!" You giggle-screeched and started hopping around a bit. Your friend joined you in your mini-freakout and you both started screaming when the show began to start.

~✨~

The show was AMAZING! Hands-down one of the best experiences of your life. The vocals, the rapping, the DANCING?!!?! You felt like you had died and gone to heaven. You were so star struck and in shock that you were able to be here at all that after the last song was over and they did their (adorable) goodbye speeches you felt glued to the floor, staring with your mouth open until your bestie pulled you out of it. Reminding you of the fan meeting.

The fan meeting.

Where you would get to MEET. THEM.

Excitement and nerves bubbled up within you as your bestie dragged you to the next location to wait in line to meet the boys.

~✨~

You had to wait for forever in line, you had gotten there late because your bestie had to use the bathroom so you were now literally the last people in line. Your nerves were at an all time high. What were you going to say? Your anxiety started to flare up but your bestie calmed you down before you could have a full blown panic attack.

Finally you were next. You'd see Chan first, then Changbin, Lee Know, Han, Felix, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and finally I.N. You could do this, no need to be worried.

You moved a few steps, bestie in tow, and came in front of Bang Chan himself. You smiled and waved a little. He giggled a bit and waved back.

"Hi I'm Bang Chan! And you are?"

"H-hello, I'm Y/N."

"Oh don't mind her, she's nervous! Y/N here is a huge fan! She even writes fanfiction about you guys! She's Y/URL on Tumblr!"

You froze. She did not just tell them your dark secret like that. You two always teased each other but she had no idea how badly this freaked you out. Your eyes were wide, you didn't notice but all the guys were looking at you now with varying expressions from confusion to amusement.

You started breathing a little heavier. Your hand started shaking.

Fuck.

You were about to have a panic attack in front of all eight members of Stray Kids.

You tried calming yourself down but tears began to well up in your eyes. Your breathing got shallower and before you knew it someone was ushering you away from the crowd and into a separate room.

Someone was holding your hand, talking to you calmly. There were other people in the room as well, you couldn't really tell who, your brain was only at half capacity as you fought the urge to sink deeper into your panic. The logical part of your brain realized it was probably your bestie in front of you and security with her to make sure you were okay, but her hands felt a little bigger than normal. You didn't register that fact, you just laid down until your head was in her lap and you began to work through your exercises to bring you out of your panic.

Find five things you can see.

You focused on your skirt, the cute one you decided to wear tonight. The floor, white tile with black designs on it. The security guard, closer to you than anyone else other than your best friend. The plant on the floor next to you, in a cute ceramic pot. Finally the fan on the ceiling, not on but sitting stagnant.

You didn't notice but you were listing things out loud, your brain in too much of a haze to comprehend what was going on.

Four things you can hear.

Your heartbeat, a bit higher than normal but slowing down as you listed things. Your breathing, shallow but more steady than it was before. Your best friend, apologizing and explaining the situation to the security guard, she sounded farther away than you expected. Another voice, saying calming and reassuring things in a gentle low voice.

Three things you can feel.

Your hand on the cool tile floor, lowering your rising body temperature. Your skirt, you take it in your fingers to feel the fabric. A gentle hand running through your hair to calm you down.

Two things you can smell.

The perfume you put on today for the show, peaches, your favorite. Cologne, an unfamiliar scent, definitely not what your bestie had been wearing tonight.

One thing you can taste.

The remnants of the snack you and your bestie shared during the show.

After running through the exercise your brain slowly turned back on and the first thing it registered was that this was NOT your bestie who you were laying on.

You sat up quickly and looked at who had been comforting you for god knows how long and your breath hitched.

Han Jisung.

You were trying to think of what to say but he beat you to it.

"How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Water maybe?" You shyly nodded your head and you saw one of the security guards leave and bring you back a bottle of water. You took a quick sip and looked back to Han.

"I-I am so sorry, I thought you were my friend, I-I didn't realize-" He cut you off

"No worries. I saw your face drain its color and you started shaking back there so I knew what was going on. I get panic attacks too so I figured I might be able to help!" He flashed you a quick smile and ran a hand over the nape of his neck.

You stared at him for much longer than you would've liked, trying to figure out what the actual fuck you were supposed to say in this scenario. The only thing your stupid lizard brain could come up with was "Thank you for letting me use you as a pillow."

What. The. Fuck.

Jesus Christ you are worse than the oblivious girls you wrote about in your little delulu land on Tumblr.

Han just giggled a bit and flashed you his biggest smile.

"I didn't mind, anything to help out a fan!"

Right. A fan, who embarrassingly had a full blown panic attack in front of her favorite band.

Thankfully your bestie came over at that moment to break the awkward silence that had settled over you and Han. Dramatically sobbing she landed on the floor next to you and took your hand in hers.

"Jesus Y/N I am so fucking sorry, I don't know why I said that I didn't mean to freak you out so much-" You cut her off before she had a full mental breakdown too.

"Hey, hey it's okay! I'm okay now, no worries." You smiled at her softly and she took a deep breath.

You all got up off the floor and thanked everyone for helping you out. You figured you must have been out of it for a bit seeing as the room next door was pretty quiet now. Not wanting to waste anyones time you started to head for the door.

"Wait! Y/N, I feel bad you didn't get to say hi to the other guys, would you like me to at least sign something for you?" This boy was a literal angel. Here you were, making his day even longer than he had probably planned on it being and now HE wants to do something nice for YOU?

"You really don't have to do that, I feel bad for making you stick around so long." You sheepishly looked down at the floor. Han walked closer to you until his feet were in your line of vision. You slowly looked up and saw him less than a foot away from you and he smiled again.

"It's no problem at all! I really want to. Please?" Shit you weren't gonna turn down such a golden opportunity. You handed him one of the photocards you got with his picture on it and he kept his hand out, waiting for more things to sign. You giggled and pulled out the three others you got.

All Han. He was after all, your bias.

He chuckled and walked over to a nearby table to sign the fan cards. When he came back he smiled and handed them to you.

"It was lovely to meet you Y/N, I hope to see you again soon."

Then he winked.

He fucking winked at you.

What fanfic bullshittary was this?

~✨~

After security made sure you were okay you and your bestie left and headed back to the hotel you were staying in for the night. You let her have it over telling the band about your fanfic account and she kept apologizing until you finally decided that it was ultimately okay, especially since you got some signatures out of it.

You did not tell her that Han had winked at you. That was just for you.

Finally you got to the hotel room and she started squealing.

"Show me the cards! I want to see his signature!!"

You giggled and pulled them out. The first one was simply signed 'Han'.

The second one said 'Y/N's biggest fan'

You looked at your bestie, thoroughly confused.

"What the hell does that mean?"

Her jaw dropped and she pointed to the third card. It was signed not with his name, but a Tumblr URL.

Your jaw dropped.

No. Fucking. Way.

It was a URL you had seen on so many occasions. Commenting, liking, and reblogging every single one of your fics. Your biggest fan on Tumblr was FUCKING HAN JISUNG?!

You looked at the fourth photocard, it was signed 'Jisung' but on the back there was a note.

'Meet me at the Marriott on Fourth street tonight, room 461 ;)'

Your heart stopped.

You must be dreaming.

There is no way this is real.

Your bestie screams.

"Y/N YOU HAVE TO FUCKING GO OH MY GOD PLEASE GO AND TELL ME WHATEVER YOU CAN TOMORROW!!!!"

Before you can register what is happening she grabs your phone and orders you an uber before pushing you out the door and telling you to 'be safe!'

~✨~

Twenty minutes later you find yourself in front of room 461 at the Marriott on Fourth street. Your nerves are at an all time high as you hesitantly knock on the door half-expecting a serial killer to be on the other side because that would be more plausible than seeing Han Jisung open the door and smile at you before ushering you inside.

Once you get inside you have absolutly no fucking clue what to do other than fiddle with the hem of your skirt and stare at the floor. Han just chuckles and walks over to the bed before plopping down on the mattress.

"I am so glad you came, I have been dying to meet my favorite writer in person for ages now!" Your head snaps in his direction and he has a cocky grin plastered on his face.

"You seriously read my fanfics about you guys?" You are in shock, still half-believing this is all a dream.

"Hell yeah I do! The other guys sometimes read them too, we like to read all the stuff our fans write but you are by far my favorite, especially now that I know for sure I am your bias." Your face drops and you stare at him wide-eyed while he stands up and walks over to you.

"Hey it's okay, I won't bite, unless you want me to of course." And he winks at you again.

You could fucking die on the spot.

Han grabs your hand and leads you over to the bed to sit down. He keeps your hand in his lap and you see a faint blush take his cheeks. He starts to look almost as nervous as you are and you don't think you have ever seen him look so fucking attractive before.

"But seriously Y/N, you're an incredible writer and I am so happy you actually came. Your stories are so great and I honestly just wanted to talk with you about them. Like, where do you get the ideas for the stuff you write?"

It takes you a second to gather your thoughts and answer his question. All that you can about think at the moment is how Han fucking Jisung reads your stories and is currently holding your hand blushing like a god damn schoolboy.

"Well, a lot of what I write are recommendations sent in by other people, but the stuff I come up with honestly just comes to me randomly. Like, I read a lot of fanfiction and I take my favorite tropes and just think about who would fit best and then the story just flows as I go. Honestly half the time I don't even have an end goal in mind, I just write until it feels finished." Now its your turn to flush and look down at your intertwined hands.

Han starts rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb as he lets out a small hum.

"That's incredible, you must have an amazing imagination to come up with so many stories."

"Yeah, my mom used to call me a space cadet growing up because I always had my head in the clouds." You chuckled and Han did too.

"That's so cute! Space cadet, I'm definitely going to be using that from now on."

After the initial shock wore off from being in Han's room, the two of you continued talking. First just about your writing, but eventually about movies you both like, T.V. shows, anime, books, and everything else. It was insane how fast you got comfortable with him. Eventually you found yourself laying on the bed next to him, hands still intertwined as you told him about space and you guys talked about the vastness of the cosmos together. Once you had covered almost every topic you could he leaned over to look at you.

"Would you want to stay and maybe watch a movie or something? I really like your company. It can get kinda lonely in these hotel rooms."

"Yeah of course, I like hanging out with you too Han." You smiled at him.

"You can call me Jisung, it's what most of my friends call me." Your heart skipped a beat. Han Jisung just implied you were friends now?

Before you could fully react Jisung got up and grabbed the T.V. remote before settling back on the bed, sitting against the headboard. He patted the spot next to him and you climbed up to sit next to him while he scrolled through the channels to find something for the two of you to watch.

He eventually saw Howl's Moving Castle and looked over to you. You nodded and giggled as he pushed play.

The two of you watched the movie in peaceful quiet, commenting on the story here and there. About a third of the way through Jisung's hand found yours again and he pulled it into his lap, pulling you a little closer to him in the process. After a few minutes he switched the hand that was holding yours so he could wrap his arm around you, you settled into his side and rested your head on his shoulder, smiling as you heard him let out a content sigh.

The two of you stayed cuddled up like that for the rest of the movie. You started to get a little tired by the end but when would you ever be in this position again? So you pushed through the drowsiness overcoming your body and finished out the movie mostly awake.

Once the movie was over you shifted a bit to look at Jisung. "I should probably head out, its really late." Jisung looked a little sad for a moment.

"What if you stayed here tonight? I could get you a car to take you home tomorrow? We are in town for another show tomorrow, maybe we could even do this again?" He looked hopeful. You smiled and nuzzled into his side.

"Yeah okay, I doubt I could get a ride at this hour anyway."

Jisung absolutly beamed at your response and sat up stretching his back.

"Yay sleepover!" He started laughing. "If you'd like, I have some clothes you could change into to be a bit more comfortable?"

"Yeah that would be great!"

"There's some facewash in the bathroom too you can use!"

With that Jisung got up and grabbed you one of his big tee shirts and a pair of boxers to change into. You got changed in the bathroom and washed your face. Your mind was racing with so many thoughts but the moment you came back into the room and saw Jisung snuggled under the blankets all you could think of was how lucky you were to get this experience.

You climbed into bed next to Jisung and he turned to look at you. "Y/N?"

You turned to him and smiled. "Yes Jisung?"

"Can we- I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but can we cuddle?" You giggled at his bashfulness.

"Yeah Jisung, we can cuddle." He let out a cute squeal of happiness and scooted towards you so he could wrap his arms around you. You snuggled your face into his chest and he let out a sigh of happiness.

"Goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight Jisung."

~✨~

The next morning went so quickly. You and Jisung had to wake up way too early for your liking. Jisung got you a car like he promised and made sure you were coming back later that night. You swore you would and he gave you a big hug before ushering you into the car so he could go do a million things before their concert.

When you got back to the hotel room your bestie was still sleeping so you just got into the other bed and crashed. Still exhausted from staying up all night with Jisung.

In your dreams you were a princess in medieval times. You were lonely until one day your knight in shining armor showed up (Jisung of course) and he swept you off your feet. You had a forbidden romance because you were engaged to some prince you had never met from a faraway land. But in the end Jisung was actually the prince! He had come early to meet you under false pretenses to judge your character and he found you to be the perfect wife and you lived happily ever after. Until an earthquake hit. The ground shaking, loud noises all around you. More shaking.

And you woke up. To your bestie shaking you awake. Out of your lovely dream and into reality.

A reality where you quickly remembered, you had stayed with Jisung last night.

Holy fuck that actually happened?

"BITCH TELL ME EVERYTHING, WHEN DID YOU GET BACK?!"

After a long ass conversation where you told your bestie all the details you decided (well really she told you you had to) go hang out with Jisung again that night.

You decided to stay in the hotel all day with your bestie watching shitty rom-coms and laughing about all the cringey tropes movies use to catch your attention. You were just about crawling out of your skin trying to process the last 48 hours and decided to have a chill day to prepare for the long night ahead of you.

~✨~

It was about 11:30PM by the time you got an uber over to Jisung's hotel and you still were convinced that this was all a dream, but as you walked up to his door you were sure that this was in fact reality and you were going to the Han Jisung's room at almost midnight in just a hoodie and leggings. You seriously considered going back to your hotel to change but you suddenly heard a loud thud on the other side of the door and you reached up to knock on the door to make sure everything was alright.

When Jisung opened the door he had that huge smile on his face again and he pulled you in for a hug immediately, letting the door shut behind you.

"Oh my god I'm so glad you came I was worried you wouldn't show!" you started giggling and hugged him back.

"Of course I came silly, I would be an idiot not to! Plus I'm excited to see what movie you have for us tonight!" He giggled back and pulled away from the hug to walk over to the bed.

"I am feeling a bit daring tonight, how about we watch a scary movie?" You walked over and sat on the bed next to him.

"Okay but if I jump you have to promise not to make fun of me!" He giggled at that and grabbed the TV remote.

"Of course not! I'll just laugh in my head." You playfully slapped his arm and he dramatically fell onto the bed like he had just been shot which caused you to double over and laugh loudly.

He finally got up and turned on the TV searching through the horror movies.

"See anything you like?" Looking straight at him you replied a simple "Yeah." He looked up and saw you staring at him and giggled a little bit before picking a movie and turning it on.

You both leaned back and Jisung moved his arm behind you to hold onto you. You smiled and leaned into him as the movie played.

After about 30 minutes you realized that Jisung was just as afraid of horror movies as you were. You would both jump at the same time, yelp, and hold onto each other tighter as the scenes played out.

By the time the movie ended the two of you were completely tangled on the bed. You were almost half in his lap from the amount of times you burrowed into him during the scary scenes.

"Y/N? You okay?" Jisung looked down at where you had burrowed into his chest.

"Yeah, I just won't be able to sleep ever again so there's that." You both started laughing and his grip on you grew a little tighter.

"Well, no worries, you can stay here with me, I can protect you." He said with a sheepish smile on his face.

"But what about tomorrow? You're leaving so I'll have to sleep alone again." You said somberly. You looked up at him and he had a sad smile on his face.

Jisung lifted his hand and pushed the hair out of your face, then he let his hand linger on your cheek. He looked like he was contemplating something until you looked down at his lips. Then he slowly leaned in and kissed you.

You let yourself fall into the kiss, your arms wrapping tighter around him. He pulled you closer into him until you both pulled away for air. He leaned his forehead on yours.

"Would it be crazy if I asked you to come with us?" He whispered. His breath tickling your face.

"Would it be crazy if I said I would?" You breathed out. You heard his breath hitch and before you could process what was happening he had flipped you so you were laying on the bed with him hovering above you, his forehead pressed against yours again.

"Don't play with me love, I'm serious. Come with us. You can stay with me every night and I'll pay for your plane tickets and everything."

Holy fuck he was serious. You thought about it for a moment. You didn't have a job, you were month-to-month on your apartment so you could leave pretty much whenever. It's not like you had anything tying you down.

But then...

"What if you get sick of me? I'd have nowhere to go."

"Baby I'd never get sick of you, and if you ever want to leave I would pay for you to come home. I just don't want this to end." He leaned down and kissed you softly. Then he whispered, his lips touching yours, "I can't say goodbye yet."

You sadly smiled at the desperation, the sadness in his voice. You didn't want this to end either.

Instead of replying you pulled him down to you in a searing kiss. He reciprocated almost immediately and the kiss grew more heated. The two of you were tangled together in the most heated makeout session you'd ever had. He pulled away just long enough to rip his shirt off and throw it somewhere in the room. You eventually did the same.

After that everything was a blur of clothes flying and messy kisses. Eventually the both of you were completely naked and feeling each other up, hands roaming across one another's bodies. Finally Jisung slipped inside you and you both let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding.

He stilled inside you once he bottomed out and looked into your eyes.

"You are so beautiful."

You let a single tear fall as he began moving. The two of you panting and moaning as he set a steady speed. Sex had never been like this for you, it was like you breathed as one. You were gripping onto him in any way you could, grabbing his biceps, his waist, his face.

His thrust started to become erratic the longer you went, his hips getting a little sloppy to signal he was close. His hand came down to rub circles on your clit to get you there faster. You cried out in extasy as you felt the band in your lower belly snap. Jisung followed after a few more thrusts and laid his head down on your chest, his dick still settled inside you, slowly softening.

You both looked at each other and smiled. He pecked your nose, then your cheeks, and finally your lips before getting up to get a washrag to clean you both up.

You didn't know how long this would last, but you decided that you wanted to ride out this feeling as long as you could. So after you were both cleaned up and he settled in the bed next to you, you turned to face him.

"I'll come with you Ji, anywhere you are is where I want to be."

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randomshyperson · 2 years ago

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Spring Break - Cheerleader!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Every year during Spring Break, you travel to a camp filled with outdoor competitions. It comes with a bonus of facing your rival from back when the whole thing started, and there's nothing more attractive than Wanda Maximoff kicking your ass in every game. Some might say you let her win just to see her smile, but maybe that's loser talk.

Warnings: (+18), enemies to lovers, so much teasing and bickering, a lot of making out and kissing, bottom!Cheerleader Wanda being a tease, soft first-time smut, semi-public, gays who can't keep their hands off each other, fluff, mild angst when they’re being stubborn, friends being done, high school but summer camp vibes, happy ending i promise. Words: 11.176k

A/N-> I’m back with enemies to lovers (and some smut finally). This fic is quite old, but it was abandoned; after seeing Wednesday and Bianca dueling I regained inspiration for what I was doing in the 5k that was already done. You can thank Netflix for this one. I wasn't sure whether to split it into two parts or not, but I think I have longer fics than this one so I decided to post them all together. If you notice there's a pause, because I wrote it as two different parts, you didn't.

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There was something about pissing you off that made Wanda twitch.

It started so long ago, when you first bumped into each other at Avengers Camp three years ago, and Wanda had the best and most stressful Spring Break since high school began; all because you were there and she was winning.

Now, senior year had arrived, and the annual tradition of joining the spring games for an entire week in the middle of nature at one of the most renowned vacation camps in the United States was going to happen again.

Wanda likes to believe that she was not expecting this. It would actually be absurd to admit that she waited, every year, for the familiar image of your old Danvers cap and your bored expression leaving the bus that brought your schoolmates, but if Wanda would be honest, now sitting in the driveway waiting for their driver to finish unloading the car while she lets her gaze run across the entrance courtyard of the Camp, pretending not to look for someone and yet feeling her whole body warm-up when she recognizes the female figure in the crowd of students from the rival school, Wanda has to admit a few things. First, you grew annoyingly attractive every year. The second, she couldn't wait to beat your ass at every game.

"Man, I can't believe we're competing with the Skrulls again, it's the third year in a row." Her twin's complaint made Wanda blink away, her face half-reddened with fear that she had been caught staring. But Pietro seemed busy enough with his own complaints.

"Well, at least we're winning." Wanda retorted making him laugh.

"Fair point." He said and looked at her. "Speaking of which, do you know what games you'll be competing in this year yet?"

"Um, I think I'll check with the girls first. I don't want to end up alone in swimming like last year." Wanda mutters and Pietro nods in understanding.

Soon the monitors are addressing those who have already arrived, and Wanda loses sight of you - not that she was looking - and busies herself with going to the cabin that would be hers for the next week.

You, on the other hand, lose your bag in a pile.

"God, why does this always happen." You grumble in irritation as you manage to see the handle of your blue suitcase, below a few hundred others.

"Every year, Y/N. And I keep saying, carry your bag on your lap, and you keep ignoring me." Your sister, Carol, comments beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulders. You roll your eyes, gently pushing her away. Carol is happy, with her dark, safe suitcase under her arm.

"Stop bugging me and help me." You grumble and she laughs before trying to find a better position for you two to pull your bag together.

With a little effort, you manage to pull your backpack out, and you stumble backward with a grunt - bumping into someone who keeps you from falling to the ground - as Carol pulls your bag out of the pile.

"Yay, teamwork!" She celebrates on the other side, but you are busy turning to thank her who held you up, only to face your best friend with a small smile.

"Bucky!" you greet him excitedly, turning your body to hug him tightly by the neck, and laughing when he spins you in the air.

You met Bucky at camp, and despite going to a rival school, you had enough things in common for the friendship to grow strong even though he was studying and living almost on the other side of the country. Fortunately, Skype and Whatsapp existed, and even as spring ended, you were still friends.

"Hello, my favorite Danvers. " He greets like that only to annoy your sister behind you, who rolls her eyes and chuckles, moving closer to hug him as well as soon as you let go. "How was your trip, girls?"

"Y/N slept the whole way." Carol replies.

"And Carol ate the whole way." You accuse taking your bag from her hand and ignoring the grimace to add, "Oh, no, wait, I made a mistake. She was actually daydreaming about Natasha Romanoff."

"Shut up!" Carol grunted quickly, trying to hit you, a soft pink appearing on her cheeks. You fled from her hands, laughing and running toward the check-in booth where the monitors were calling out names, and Bucky shook his head for interaction watching your sister run after you.

Avengers Camp was huge, and besides the cabins divided up among all the students who stayed there during the vacation seasons, there was a lake, volleyball and tennis courts, an auditorium, and even an arcade.

You were lucky to end up in a cabin with your sister and the other girls in your class - the brilliant Gwen Stacy and Darcy Lewis - who didn't seem too interested in the sports competitions but would surely win any of the scientific tests.

After packing up, all the campers were called to the main cabin, where there were tables scattered throughout the area, where the teenagers were seated ready to enjoy the delicious lunch and listen to the welcome speech.

Nick Fury was the Camp Director and no one could ever tell the real story behind his eye patch, each year new campers came up with new legends that made you laugh - like the story that an alien cat had been responsible for cutting the limb off.

"[...] It gives me great pleasure to welcome the honorary Skrulls from California!" Announced Fury and all the students of your school made a chorus of claps and shouts of celebration, banging on their desks. Fury laughed from his seat in the center of the room, waiting for the commotion to pass before announcing the other school. "And equally welcome, the so-far undefeated champions of the Spring Competitions, the Avengers!"

The rival school made an even better commotion, almost starting a food war. But you were having fun, even though your school had never beaten the Avengers in their home, it was to be expected that they would want to keep their camp as an undefeated venue. Even though last winter during the interclass event, the soccer team lost badly to another school. There was a taunt among the students that if the Avengers played away from home, they would lose. But you and the rest of your school were more interested in proving that you could beat them anywhere, and this was your last chance to be part of it.

As Fury continued with the general announcements - about the rules, and the competitions, concepts that were already very familiar to you after three years - you felt Bucky pull your cap off your head, muttering something about manners that made you laugh.

You were adjusting the tousled strands of hair when Carol gave you a gentle nudge.

"Your majesty will speak now." She sneers and you aren't even confused, knowing full well what this is about before you even raise your eyes to the center of the room again, and feel your stomach do a full turn at seeing Wanda Maximoff step up to the podium with the confidence and posture worthy of a queen.

You met Wanda in first grade, and from the first conflicting interactions, you have an obligation to call her a princess. Because the perfect little girl's posture is too annoying for you not to do so. This, and the fact that her father is a famous politician, and the family is deep in the money, kind of lives up to the nickname. Also, it gives you real amusement to see the pink in her cheeks when you call her that.

And Wanda, of course, is the representative speaker at the games. So every year until she graduates, she announces the competitions and collects the names, as well as basically running the whole thing with the other monitors. It's like Queen Bee and her subjects, and neither you nor any of your friends stop making fun of it.

"I didn't think the Maximoffs were going to come this year." Bucky comments low beside you, as Wanda announces that year's games. And you frown in confusion.

"What, but Wanda has basically been representing this competition forever." You reason, but Bucky shrugs his shoulders.

"I know, but I heard they were going back to their country for college." Bucky retorts. "And you have to admit, while Avengers Camp is fun, it's not worth much here for us to get admission points."

Carol murmurs in agreement. "Man, now I'm pissed they didn’t leave. Imagine a year without having to put up with Little Miss Perfect, a stolen dream." She mocks and you force a laugh, a strange feeling in your stomach. You should be happy at the possibility of not having to put up with Wanda. But it occurs to you that the games wouldn't be as much fun without her.

Clearing your throat, you poke at your food with your fork.

"I think I'll sign up just for racing this year." Bucky comments beside you. "We have Football season, and I don't want to end up accidentally hurting myself before the games."

"But you love wrestling." You say but he shrugs his shoulders, offering you a small smile.

It occurs to you as the announcements end, and students have to move to leave their names for the competitions, that the seniors are not very excited. Probably the stress of college admissions, you can relate to that yourself, still, it's a little sad to see how little participation from classmates your age.

"Danvers sisters, good to have you back for another year." Fury greets you excitedly as soon as you and Carol approach the registration stand - where there is a small crowd of students trying to choose which games they will compete in, and put their names on the prepared murals.

"Hey, Nick!" Carol greets back, doing a handshake that she never taught you with the principal. You merely offer him a smile. "How's the family?"

You took the attention away from your sister as you approached the mural that read Wildness Competitions, adjusting your cap slightly as you did so. There were many options for activities at Avengers Camp, and you usually chose mostly the ones that the public school wouldn't give you access to for the rest of the school year, like Hispism or Fencing, the latter being a secret talent.

"Well, if it isn't the Skrulls’ Golden Armor Knight." A female voice mocked behind you, and you were smiling before you even turned around.

"Maximoff, it's always a displeasure." You retorted sarcastically, your hands in your pockets. Wanda doesn't flinch at your rudeness, tossing her hair to the side as she approaches with some buttons which she as a representative, needs to put on the murals to signal about the teams.

"Having trouble picking your sport this year, Danvers? A suggestion, try to remember that you are going to lose no matter what."

"Really? 'Cause as far as I remember, that shiny trophy up there has my name on it." You retort nodding to where the fencing awards are set in the corner of the main hall. Wanda rolls her eyes. "But don't worry, princess, I'll go easy on you this year."

Wanda lets out a wry laugh, her eyes glittering in defiance.

"I guess it's more the other way around, huh?" She retorts. "Or in case you've forgotten, the highest number of wins is still mine."

Wanda had a point. You could win at Fencing all you wanted - and get the ridiculous nickname of Skrulls’ Golden Armor Knight from the girl just to annoy you - but Wanda still won everything. From archery to fighting to spelling. Never in a million years would you admit that maybe you were losing because you were busier trying not to be distracted by her annoyingly pretty face.

"Let's see how this year turns out." You tell her with clear defiance in your voice, and Wanda smiles, moving closer, and you swallow dryly, your body tensing up. But she is just reaching for something behind you - a jar with other buttons - and offers you an innocent smile.

"Game on, Danvers." She says, grabbing one of the items and placing it in your hands before turning around, hips swaying more than necessary as if she knew exactly where you were going to look, and you choke softly, your face heating up before you shake your head and focus on the badge in your hands. The symbol of your school pinned on it.

–//–

The first day of competitions was a complete success for the Avengers, which means it was complete hell for you.

Unlike basically all the rest of your colleagues who were taking it easy, you almost destroyed a snack machine that refused to deliver your energy drink after you finished in second place for the fourth consecutive activity. If anyone asked, you were annoyed because of the little victorious smile Wanda had on her face all morning, but no one asked, because Carol had to drag you away from the brunette to avoid you jumping on her neck and pulling that little smile off yourself.

"It's so strange to see you like this." Your sister comments as soon as you guys are so back at the cabin, and you flopped down on the bed, grunting irritably against the pillow.

Gwen - who participated in the short race and was still wearing the same uniform as you - handed Carol the small bottle of energy drink that the machine released after you and Wanda got into a heated argument.

"Like what?" you asked confused with your voice muffled by the pillowcase. Your sister laughed.

"So angry." She clarified by sitting down in one of the armchairs to take off her shoes. "I'm the hothead Danvers, you know? You're like, so good vibes all the time."

"I agree, and I don't even hang out with you guys that much." Gwen remarks before moving to grab her shower stuff. You prop yourself up on the bed with a chair.

"What are you trying to tell me?" You ask your sister, and she gives a short chuckle, shrugging.

"Nothing, I just think it's weird." She mumbles. "You're so calm usually, but just walk into the same room as Wanda and you turn into a ticking time bomb. It feels like she has some sort of switch, or as that other saying goes, of the matchstick and the spark-"

"This conversation doesn't make any sense." You interrupt by frowning and standing up. "I am as I have always been, and it's not my fault if Wanda is the most annoying creature on the planet who keeps wanting to beat me at everything. I'll be taking a shower before you come up with any other weird sayings."

The locker room was a complete mess, but at least you were distracted by Gwen's comments about the competition and about the Avengers planning a sleepover to care about.

Since the next competitions were not until the afternoon, you finished your shower and decided to put on a comfortable sweater to spend the next few hours with Bucky at the lake, and were just finishing putting on your socks when giggles attracted your attention.

Well, you recognized the sound, and you had a hundred insults ready to use, but when you turned your face and had the image of Wanda in a towel, they all disappeared with any other coherent thought.

She was laughing at some comment her colleague made, but when her gaze met with yours, her smile faltered.

"Hey, Danvers, nice running today." She complimented, the sentence loaded with sarcasm.

"Yeah, Y/N, congratulations on the silver medal." Wanda's friend, you think her name is Monica, said and unlike the brunette, she seemed completely sincere.

You didn't respond with more than a hum of understanding, suddenly hyperaware that Wanda was without clothes just a few feet away from you. Turning your attention back to your socks, you cleared your throat softly, trying to keep your gaze in front of you.

Wanda took up a locker three feet away from yours. You could see her figure out of the corner of your eye. Long legs exposed and-"

You cleared your throat again, shaking your head quietly.

"Are you going to watch the boys' race, Y/N?" It was Monica who asked - from the locker behind yours - and you frowned slightly.

"Hmm, I'm not sure." You muttered, feeling your face heat up when you saw Wanda take her underwear out of the cabinet. " I don't really have anyone to watch there."

"Really? But I thought you and that long-haired cutie were going out." Monica comments excitedly, and you turn your head to her with confusion. "What's his name again? Ben?"

"Bucky." You correct and don't notice the way Wanda is glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, pretending to be busy with her own clothes. "And we're not dating, he's just my friend. Besides, he decided not to run."

Monica makes a noise of agreement, and you look away because she is suddenly changing and you don't want to be disrespectful.

"We'll watch Pietro race, but I'd honestly rather hang out at the arcade." Monica continues. "We can play something after the race, can you call your sister to join us?"

"Sure, Monica." You mutter finishing your shoes. You stand, and turn around, ready to say goodbye, but you face Wanda without a towel and simply freeze.

She, despite the soft pink appearing on her cheeks, holds your gaze, a small smile threatening to leave her lips as she works to put on her bra. You let your gaze lower, your heart racing in your ears as the image of full breasts and down to her belly and-"

"O-kay, I'll see you later." You gasp with a very hot face, stumbling off the bench and running so fast from the locker room that you leave Monica with a confused expression.

"What was that?" She asks, and Gwen, who you didn't even remember to say goodbye to, shrugs her shoulders.

"I think she may be trying to avoid arguments." She suggests, and the comment makes Wanda sigh softly as she finishes dressing. "Speaking of which, Maximoff, any chance you'll go easy on Y/N? She gets stressed when she loses to you."

Wanda chuckles. " Not a chance."

–//–

One of the afternoon competitions, besides the boys' race, was archery. Which meant watching Kate Bishop, a girl from the year before yours, destroy all the older students. Her coach, Clint Barton, kept smiling proudly with each completed trial, and you overheard some students from the Avengers saying how he was sure to write a letter of recommendation there when the time came for Kate to enter the university.

However, this year you were distracted. Bucky and Carol were sitting next to you, clapping and whistling for Kate along with her friends - Yelena Belova, who was coincidentally the sister of your sister's long-time crush, Natasha Romanoff, and Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, the latter two being on the soccer team with Bucky.

While everyone was impressed by the long-range targets, you were trying to keep the image of Wanda out of your head. The problem was that ever since you saw her without a towel in the locker room, the curve of her waist, and of her breasts seemed to have stuck.

"Are you okay?" Bucky's voice snapped you out of your fantasy. "Your face is red."

"I'm fine." You mumble grudgingly, stretching out your legs and letting your cap cover your eyes. "I'm just resting my eyes."

"Kate just hit a target in the sky." He comments. " It was pretty incredible."

"I bet it was." You merely reply, the image of something far more interesting in your head. Bucky makes a confused face but doesn't insist.

When the next contestant was announced, you grunted softly and started to get up, muttering that you were feeling queasy and were going to get some air. The ironic comment about you being outside already made by Carol was ignored.

You ended up in the back of one of the huts, and as you leaned your back against the wood, you took a deep breath.

Stop thinking about her. Stop thinking-

"Victory is already ours but you didn't have to skip the game." The teasing made you flinch. On any other day, before what happened in the locker room at least, any comment from Wanda would have been rebutted with an equally sarcastic one. But the image of her naked torso was still fresh in your mind, insistent, and you just wanted to be left alone.

"Fuck off, Maximoff." Aggressiveness failed in your tone, as your voice faltered hoarsely over your thoughts. You didn't have time to fix your mistake - Wanda was already mockingly chuckling, slow steps toward you.

"You know, I've been practically fencing back home. I even have a private tutor now." She informs you, to which you just roll your eyes without patience, trying to look at everything but the girl in front of you. "Maybe it's time for that trophy to stamp another name."

You chuckled dryly, stealing a glance at her. "In your dreams."

"No, I'll just kick your ass in reality." She assures you finally close enough. "It'll be too easy, you're all distracted this year..."

Your breath hitched in your throat as Wanda simply began to move closer, eyes intense and provocative as her tone of voice. You stared at her in shock at the magnetic tension between you, wondering if she would have the courage to break the distance as you wished to do. Wait, since when did you-

"Maximoff, Danvers." The voice of one of the monitors broke the momentum completely and made you both jump in fright, away from each other as if you had been burned. "The game is still going on. What are you two doing alone here? I hope it's not another fight-"

"No, sir-"

"Go mind your own business, Logan." You cut off the apologies of the good girl next to you, practically pushing her out of your way as you moved away from the cabin wall. The monitor grimaced at the hostility, but you knew him long enough to know you wouldn't have a problem. Logan was like an older sibling, and you didn't need another in this position. "We were just talking, or rather, Maximoff was bugging me, as usual."

Wanda snorted angrily, but Logan rolled his eyes impatiently at the whole thing. "Back to the game, girls." He ordered, ignoring your grumbling that you were already walking anyway and waiting for Wanda to do the same.

She followed you back to the bow field - Surprisingly quiet. You were too busy trying not to think about her to notice, and at some point, you both took completely opposite directions, drifting apart in the crowd of students.

Carol, however, noticed you coming, and as soon as you were seated again, she looked at you with a frown.

"What were you and Wanda doing?"

The question startled you as if your sister had been able to read your last thoughts. You grimaced immediately, knowing that your face was blushing.

"What? Nothing." You assured quickly, irritation in your voice. "We just bumped into each other in the entryway."

Carol didn't buy the lie judging by the look on her face, but she didn't have time to question - Kate won the event undefeated, and a crowd of clapping and celebrations erupted in the open field.

With the last match of the day, and having won the vast majority of the challenges, the Avengers were happy enough for a Victory party - Which was nonetheless a direct tease to the Skrulls, who by some miraculous luck, if manage to win all the next day's matches, could win the tournament. In this way, the crowd took the celebration back to the camp's main campfire, where the staff arranged dining tables and benches for the first outdoor meal of the holidays.

Alcohol was obviously not allowed, and that never stopped campers from smuggling it between disguised water bottles.

As one of the athletes for tomorrow's competitions, you decided to stay away from alcohol - quite unlike your sister, who took advantage of vodka shots to build up the courage to talk to Natasha Romanoff.

You were watching her awkward attempts from a safe distance with Bucky beside you, laughing softly when the boy announced that he was also going to try his luck with the one he liked tonight.

The thing was, Bucky didn't like anyone - As far as you knew. So the information caught you by surprise.

"Wait. What?"

But he chuckled, waving to a front with his glass, and you frowned trying to find the person. It took you a moment to realize that it was Sam Wilson, Co-Captain of the American Football Team. Avenger.

"Wow, he's..."

"An avenger, I know."

You chuckle, hiding your smile as you look down at your soda glass. "I was going to say handsome."

Bucky was blushing. You gave him the privacy to keep your gaze on Sam, knowing it would get worse if you stared at your friend.

"Fuck, yeah, I know." He gasped softly making you laugh.

"When did this happen?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, back at school?" He starts half uncertain. "We played together and he started to follow me on Instagram. One day, just playing conversation and even insults until it turned into a habit..." He jokes with a short laugh. "We came back here and it made sense. You know?"

You giggle at your friend's nervousness and clumsiness, finding the whole thing kind of adorable. "Yeah, I guess so." You say. "Go ahead, talk to him."

He sighs, deciding to turn his glass all at once before waving at you and heading off to talk to Sam Wilson.

Alone, you think about joining some colleagues closer to the fire, but nearby laughter catches your attention.

There is something about Wanda Maximoff's beauty that takes your breath away. And it's not fair that it seems to grow in the dim light of the moon and the stars. And Wanda, surrounded by her friends, laughing at something she has been told, with soft dimples in her cheeks, it is even more unfair the way the image makes your stomach turn nervously.

Has she always been beautiful like this, since her first win, and you were too busy with the game to notice? Or somehow, the school has changed you enough in the last year to notice that although Wanda was the most insufferable person you knew, she needs to be recognized as the most beautiful girl you have ever seen.

And then, if you think about it as you notice her not minding having her moment with her friends interrupted to help a freshman camper who seems lost as to where their cabin is, you'll realize that Wanda, when she's not competing with you and testing all your buttons, is not so insufferable. You will notice that she has always been kind and thoughtful and that people don't make her the leader of everything because she is rich or beautiful, but because she is the best at organizing games, and guiding people. And if you think about it, you will recognize that Wanda is just as tired as you are at the races, sweaty and breathless, and just as bright and hard-working at everything.

You suddenly think that Wanda deserved to win for the first time, as you have never acknowledged before. She must really be much brighter than you, because she surely wouldn't have taken all this time to realize what she was feeling.

Did it occur to you, so many years after you first laid eyes on her, that now you were really seeing her. There, near the campfire, accepting some more soda, so, so gorgeous.

'Fuck." You gasped in realization under your breath into the night, feeling something burn behind your eyes.

Wanda, as if she could guess, even sense the moment you pined for her attention, looked away for her friends until she met your gaze. She hesitated before assuming the same expression as always - Ready to torment you - but this time, you looked on the verge of tears when you stared back.

The second she noticed, she frowned in concern, all the masked arrogance falling from her face. But you didn't give her any time to react, you left your glass on the first table you could find and practically ran away from there. From her.

And of course, Wanda would be stubborn and insistent enough to follow you. Not daring to call your name on the way as if she guessed that you were going to run until you disappeared, or worse, turn to her and tell her to mind her own business.

When you walked inside the fencing hall, empty of course, she let her head work without thinking straight about what she was accusing you of.

You barely reached the sword cabinet when she walked in through the ajar door.

"I should have known you would try to cheat." She sneered convinced that she had caught you in the act. You froze, not for the reasons she imagines, your hands still on the closet lock. "That's sad, even for you, Danvers."

"Shut up."

She chuckled wickedly, crossing her arms as she stopped a little behind you. "Come on, if you admit it, I might consider not reporting you to the juries."

It was your turn to chuckle - Unlike her, almost tearfully. Wanda hesitated, confused, even more so when you turned to her, and your face had tears dried on the way there on your cheeks.

"Get out of here before I do something stupid."

But Wanda uncrossed her arms, concern on her face. "I've never seen you cry before."

"Wanda, I swear to god-"

"Not even when you broke your arm back in the first year." She recalls as she takes a step forward, and another, raising one of her hands toward your face slowly. You know you should move away, push her before she could realize how much you were trembling, how hot your skin was, but you couldn't move a muscle it. Wanda touched your cheek and you gasped, unable to keep your eyes open. "Sweetheart, what happened?"

It was so tender, so loving that your heart jumped in your chest. You almost sobbed, but instead, your emotions mixed and you raised your hand to her wrist, gripping hard but not pushing away, your angry eyes hiding insecurity that Wanda could only see because she knew you well enough, perhaps better than anyone else, even if neither of you had ever admitted this.

"Why do you care?" That's what you retorted, and it took her by surprise because Wanda didn't expect to have to answer that question. Not to her father, when she insisted that she was going back to Camp this year and he demanded a reason, nor to Pietro who questioned her why she still kept the brooch with the Danvers name on it that you lost to her in a card game in sophomore year. And even less to you, with tears in your eyes inside the hall of the only game she could never win. Her hesitation made you let go of her wrist, a tired sigh leaving your lips. "You don't. I...please, Wanda, just leave me alone."

You scared her. You looked so small, so insecure and uncertain, vulnerable. You? Never in a million years had you allowed Wanda to see you like this. She didn't know how to cope with it.

Your footsteps moved away, and by your breath, you were crying. She came closer but lost the courage to break your privacy. Her mind filled with anxiety - It didn't matter how long you had known each other. You were rivals, nothing more than that. Wanda had no right to invade your space.

"Go away." You insisted seriously with a voice hoarse with emotion and Wanda shuddered. It was different from the anger of losing - It was almost as if she had stabbed you in the back. Or had hurt you.

She swallowed dryly, and before you could repeat the order, she spoke:

"If I win tomorrow, you will tell me what happened."

The deal hangs in the air for a few moments, carrying the tension between the two of you. Wanda almost decides to leave without an answer when you sigh.

"What if I win?"

She smiles even though you can't see it. "You can pick your prize." She says and doesn't wait for you to think about it, clearing her throat before murmuring goodnight and leaving the hall.

You walk away to the trophy cabinet again and stare at one of the photographs of last year's Fencing team. You and Wanda are in it, in opposite positions. And for the first time in three years, you wish she were standing right next to you.

–//–

Sleep puts some sense into your head.

You were practically mortified with shame after thinking about the whole interaction with Wanda the night before, imagining that it now gave her enough power to somehow humiliate you and then hating that you thought that way of Wanda, who despite the rivalries, didn't seem the sort of person who would use a moment like that to mock you in the least.

So you had a foolproof plan the next morning: You would win fencing, and ask Wanda to stay away from you for the rest of the summer as your prize, succinctly hiding any unwanted feelings until it was time to leave Camp so that you would never have to see Wanda Maximoff again.

You think you were lucky this whole thing was happening in the last year.

The next day of competitions seemed to have been more aggressive than the previous one. To your complete happiness, the Avengers were irresponsible enough about the previous day's party to get careless.

The Skrull won the day's activities - Tight, you have to admit - but still champions. It wasn't all of them, unfortunately, but it would put both teams through to the final day of matches the next afternoon.

Fencing was one of the last competitions.

You managed to avoid Wanda and her worried glances all morning, and consequently, your friends and sister, who noticed the lack of fighting between you.

The fencing hall was considerably full when you arrived. Although most people didn't share much interest in the sport, everyone enjoyed watching you and Wanda compete.

She was already in uniform when you arrived, and you ignored with a tightness in your chest her attempt to search in your face for any discomfort from the previous night.

"You're late, Danvers." Professor Jacques Duquesne warned, also in uniform and with a sword at his waist. You sighed wearily, taking off your jacket to put on your uniform.

"Sorry, I... I didn't want to come." You muttered quietly, and the man frowned in confusion.

"What was that?" he asked without having heard, but you forced a smile.

"Nothing. Shall we get started?"

The spectators arranged themselves around you just as the teams were getting into position to compete. As Captains, you and Wanda were the last.

Your team won most of the duels, which on any other occasion would have cheered you up infinitely. But not today, because you spent most of the competition stealing glances at Wanda, who did the same, unsure of whether or not to approach you.

You had to face the champions of her team, as did Wanda with yours, and so when you finally went to face each other, you shared the slightly breathless but undefeated posture.

Wanda removed her protective helmet to drink water, and her slightly ruffled hair and rosy cheeks made your heart soar.

Somehow, you decided that teasing her was a better idea than complimenting her on how pretty she looked.

"Hey Maximoff, did Daddy pay for private lessons for the rest of your team as well?"

Your team laughed at the joke, but Wanda finished a long sip of the water leisurely, staring at you long enough to make you feel completely clumsy.

As soon as she returned the bottle to the table, she stared at you again.

"Are you really going to pretend nothing happened yesterday, Danvers?"

Everyone who was paying attention to the conversation whispered in curiosity, and your body froze. Wanda didn't seem to mind the audience one bit, but you huffed impatiently when Carol asked what she was talking about.

Without answering either of them, you turned your back and walked to the mat, waiting for the competition to begin.

As it turns out, teasing and ignoring Wanda seemed to have infuriated her. The hall filled with tension once the last duel began, and you, and all your confidence as an undefeated champion faltered when Wanda became a beast in the sport overnight.

She scored two points in a row, moving so quickly and masterfully that if you didn't have a reputation to uphold you would have congratulated her.

"It looks like we're going to have a new champion this year." Mr.Duquesne commented proudly and teasingly, receiving a chorus of soft celebration from the Avengers present.

You've had enough.

She tried hard to maintain a defensive position, but you scored within seconds of the announcement that the round had begun.

With the tip of the sword still on her chest, you teased:

"I guess we can't buy talent after all."

Wanda grunted angrily, without waiting for the next round to be announced, spun the sword striking yours, and resumed the duel. You fought back every blow with the mastery of a champion, but Wanda didn't back down once.

"What's the matter, Maximoff, can't get me?" You sneered between one defense and another, irritating her even more. When it looked like she was going to hit you, you spun your body around and hit her in the arm.

The audience, completely tense, split between boos and cheers of celebration. The teacher laughed impressed.

"It's a draw." He said. "Girls, get back to-"

But Wanda attacked you - For a microsecond, you managed to react in time and prevent her from scoring.

She seemed a lot angrier all of a sudden, and you kept up the defense, waiting for a gap that apparently she wasn't going to provide.

Long steps backward to avoid the sword in your direction, in an albeit hurried, fully coordinated dance, Wanda managed to take the fight to the outside.

The crowd got excited and drowned out Mr.Duquesne's protests about rules, the whole group following you and Wanda outside. Any campers who had previously been uninterested in watching the match took an immediate interest in the fight taking place, and it wasn't long before there was a large number of people in an open circle around the huts, trying to watch.

In one of the deflections, you had to do a somersault between two haystacks to dodge a blow that was impossible to block, stealing certain victory from the girl behind you, who grunted in annoyance.

In the motion, you knocked the helmet off your head.

"Going to play dirty then, Maximoff? Fine." You gasped equally affected at the girl who had paused her attacks. "It's our last year, let's make it count."

Wanda removed her helmet as well, her sword still raised for any attempted attacks. "I'm listening, Danvers." She returns between teeth, and you have to smile.

"I invoke a military challenge." You announce then, surprising her for only half a second. "No masks, no tips." You continue, the audience getting excited. "First one to draw blood wins. I might give you a nice scar to remind you who defeated you."

Some Skrulls laugh, but Wanda is not intimidated. She throws her helmet away and raises her chin in your direction.

"What about our deal?"

You swallow dryly, but try to disguise it. "Still standing."

A glimmer of a smile forms on Wanda's lips, and she has the nobility to wait for you to nod before attacking next time.

It's suddenly much harder to fight Wanda. You blame these stupid feelings on your chest because once you realize that if you hit her, you're going to hurt her, you just can't do it.

Wanda doesn't seem to have much of a problem with that, because she attacks you with fervor. You think you might lose, because of the way she starts cornering you, and no chance for you to do another flip, so you despair. If you lose, you'll have to confess why you were crying, and that's unacceptable.

She throws a low, clean hit, but you jump. Before Wanda can get ready for the next one, you grab her waist and pull her to you.

The protest about the rules is muffled in your ears as your lips crash against hers. Wanda gasps, closing her eyes and dropping her sword to the ground at the same second the entire audience goes completely silent, shocked.

It's good, no, it's incredible. As breathtakingly overwhelming as you imagined kissing Wanda Maximoff would feel. She gasps against your lips, pressing back, and your chest screams.

The audience vibrates and you wake up, realizing what you had just done.

You let go of Wanda with a long step away from her, who opens her eyes at the same moment, her breathing now affected for a completely different reason. She looks at you dumbfounded.

"W-what are you-" She tries as she steps forward, her hand raised towards your wrist, but you flinch. You raise your sword, and with one clean strike, hit her palm.

The cut is small, but it makes her grunt in pain and surprise. You feel like you might start crying again, but you declare in a hoarse voice:

"I won."

Wanda's eyes fill with tears, but you assume they are tears of rage by the way she begins to shout angrily in the teacher's direction, saying that you had cheated while trying to be heard as the audience begins to shout your name and spread out in celebration.

Duquesne is equally in shock and mutters that technically there isn't a rule about kissing your opponent.

They lift you into the air, with the trophy, but when you capture Wanda's head-down posture and the completely hurt look she gives you before turning away, you don't feel like you've won anything.

–//–

With an injury, Wanda was out of all the upcoming competitions, which were sure to count in the Skrulls' favor.

Your school couldn't be happier, and you couldn't be more miserable.

Wanda was walking around the camp with her hand bandaged and you just wanted to get away from the people who kept congratulating you on the duel.

There was also the matter of the angry stares from the other Avengers, especially your opponent's twin, which only made you feel like the worst person in the world.

When night came, and a few groups decided to set up card tables from poker to blackjack, you slipped outside to breathe properly.

The universe was surely testing you when you met Wanda across the door, and to add to your misfortune, she wasn't alone.

Some stupid guy was cornering her against the wall of one of the booths - clearly flirting by whispering things in her ear that made her giggle shyly.

With your jaw locked, you approached them in hard steps.

"Hey, Maximoff, I want to talk to you." You announced impatiently, feeling your chest burn with the scene in front of you.

She flinched at your sudden arrival, but the boy let out a short laugh.

"We're already in a conversation, cheater." He sneered, his hand on the wall coming down to Wanda's shoulders. "Why don't you go back to your cabin?"

"Listen here asshole-"

But Wanda sighed impatiently, pulling the boy's arm off her with a shove. "Fuck off you two, my day was bad enough to deal with this now."

She stormed off annoyed without caring, and you huffed impatiently. When the boy made mention of following her, you stepped in front of him, receiving a wry laugh.

"Back off, Danvers." He warned. "You may be a girl, but if you piss me off I'll break your face."

The kick to the ball made him bend his knees, grunting in pain. You didn't let him fall, holding him by the shoulders to mock against his ear:

"It's more the other way, don't you think?" He couldn't answer, still shaking from the blow. You pushed him away, and he fell to the ground, holding his front. "Stay away from her, she's mine."

Despite the pain, he gasped in confusion, "I thought you two hated each other, you maniac!"

Without bothering to respond, you headed off in the direction the girl had left.

Wanda was clearly not in the mood for conversation, but you had to chuckle as you realized where she was going - or practically running at hard paces.

The fencing hall was empty of course. Even the Professor had joined the rest of the staff for the day's celebrations, and so you followed Wanda without any concern.

"I don't want to talk to you, Danvers." She warned between teeth still on her back, hearing your breaths panting from the rush of having to catch up with her. You chuckle humourlessly, closing the door behind you.

"But you got time for some idiot to flirt with you?" your retort came out so bitter - so jealous - that Wanda turned her face to you with a frown in complete confusion.

"How is that your problem?" She demanded but you shrugged relaxedly. The lack of an answer only irritated her more. "I've had enough of you for today don't you think? Leave me alone."

You snickered taking a step forward that made her lock her jaw.

"Come on, what's this?" You teased. "One defeat and you get tired of all? Don't you even want to try a rematch?"

It was Wanda's turn to chuckle, the tension growing between the two of you with every second.

"So you can cheat again? Hard pass."

You smiled, raising your hands in the air as a sign of surrender.

"I don't need to cheat, Maximoff." You retorted. "Everyone, including you and I, knows I'm the best." You declare receiving a snort and a roll of the eyes. But you continue to smile, not losing your confidence. "In fact, I bet I can beat you even without a sword."

Wanda shook her head. "You know what, Danvers? You must have had a few beers, huh?" She deduced, motioning to the sword cabinet and continuing to speak without giving you a chance to deny it. "Any other day, I'd tell you to fuck off and leave me alone. But you were a brat today, that whole scene and whatever manipulation you were trying to pull off with the crying and then the kissing..."

You hesitate, losing your posture completely. "Wanda, I wasn't-"

But she chuckles, interrupting you. "Whatever it is, let's put an end to it." She says seriously, arming herself with one of the swords. "You got what you wanted. Me, out of all competitions because of this stupid injury and your team winning tomorrow. Yep, I admit it. Everyone knows you guys are going to win baseball, it's your school's specialty, and there's no reason to deny it. But let's be honest about today: you cheated. And I want you to acknowledge that I would have won."

You sigh, deciding to put an end to those games with each other, as Wanda wanted. But not in the way she expects.

Shrugging, you gesture with open arms. "I'm really sorry, Wanda." You say in a false tone of regret. "I'm sorry you're such a bad loser."

Wanda grunted in irritation, and in the blink of an eye, spun the sword around - Hitting your open hand and mirroring your bruises. You gasped in pain, taking a step backward.

"What the hell-"

But your shock was short-lived, Wanda moved and you reacted. Without a sword, your only option was to dodge and that was the hardest task.

"Just admit it, Danvers!" Wanda demanded between one blow and another, growing breathless as the movements went on. "I am. Better.Than. You." Each word was punctuated with an attempt to hit you - Not really to hurt but to lean in and mark.

She finally hit you for the second time when she trapped you between one cupboard and another. You protested in irritation at the gentle burning on your thigh.

"You little shit." You cursed low as you dodged her last. Wanda smiled in satisfaction.

Somehow, you managed to get around her after a miscalculated blow that pinned her sword to a cushion. Wanda got busy trying to pull the item out and gave you enough time to jump on her.

Her healthy hand tried to pull the sword out to hit you but you kicked the handle, and the item flew to the ground. Wanda protested breathlessly, trying to struggle away, but you pressed her against the wall of the room by the waist.

Faces flushed from the exertion and proximity, she looked at you with a fury in her eyes that didn't just look like anger.

"Fuck off, Danvers, let me go!" She demanded clearly affected, her fists closed against your shoulders. You weren't thinking straight - Since when did Wanda look so beautiful when she was pissed off? - She tried to throw punches but you grabbed her fists, holding them tightly against you. "You just can't help it, can you? You know you can't beat me and you just keep cheating!"

"Yeah, I can't help it." You pant, letting your gaze fall to her mouth. Her breathing hitches and when you start to lean in, Wanda gasps, stopping struggling.

"Don't." She asks in a whisper, and you stop leaning in the same instant, worried eyes scanning her face. Wanda's fill with tears. "I can't take it... if it's just a game... if you don't mean it."

Your heart races in your chest, threads of hope burning outwards.

You stare into her eyes, trying to read everything she hasn't explained. "You... You want me to mean it?"

Wanda sighs incredulously, tired.

"I've been waiting for you to notice me for three years, Danvers."

"W-what?"

Wanda looks away, despite her rosy cheeks like your own, she looks sad.

"I'm just tired of all this cat and mouse between us." She continues. "Trying to capture your attention for the few days we have together each year. You've never seen me that way, and I just don't have it in me to keep trying to get you to notice me." She declares with a sigh. "Let me go, okay? It's our last year, you'll never see me again after this spring, it doesn't have to be weird on our last days. We can do a truce, and be mature about-"

Instead of letting her finish her completely meaningless monologue for feelings that Wanda has no idea are much reciprocated, you just kiss her. Though abrupt, your lips are soft on hers. She shudders, first surprised and then affected, ready to reciprocate when you loosen her.

"I notice you, Wanda." You confess in a husky voice and short breath. "Every damn day of this camp, from the first moment I saw you. I noticed you, and I liked you. So much, it infuriated me. All I could think about was you and your face and your jokes and every little smile of victory. I never hated you, Wanda, I just hated how much I cared about you."

She gasps softly, trying to believe the confessions. "B-but you never said anything..."

"Neither did you." You retort with a small smile. "We just competed. Yelling at each other, trying to... just put it out, never saying the right words. Well, I'll do the honors, I guess. Wanda, I like you. I'm in love with you. The whole puppy love, to the moon and back, lovey-dovey, carry a torch for-"

Wanda interrupts your sweet teasing with a soft, emotional giggle. "Shut up, you idiot." She says, pulling you by the collar of the blouse to kiss you again. Slower than the other time, bringing delicious shivers to your entire body. She breaks away only to say she feels the same way.

Then you just kiss her again, just to make sure. It's easy to get addicted to the feeling of her lips on yours until her tongue slides over and starts to get too hot all around. The sound of lips slapping together mingles with affected gasps until the pace picks up and all the accumulated lust from so long of rivalry burns between you.

Wanda grows impatient - Her mouth firmly pressed to yours distracts you from where her hands are moving. You grunt affected as she scratches under your shirt, your back, and your torso, trying to pull you over her.

You press your hips together to keep her against the wall pulling out an affected whimper that makes you shiver - But surrendered to the urge, you forget about recent events and press your open palm to the wall for support. The pain is immediate and makes you break the kiss with a yelp.

Wanda opens her eyes worriedly, trying to push all the arousal away. "What's wrong?" She asks, but you're already bringing your bruised hand to chest height.

"I forgot about it." You mumble, trying to squeeze your hand to make the pain go away. Wanda bites back a smile.

"Karma's a bitch, huh?" she teases, getting a short laugh out of you. Your instinct is to kiss her again at the same intensity as before, but Wanda doesn't let you, breaking the session the next moment. "Easy tiger."

A little breathless and definitely missing kissing her, you ask, "Don't you want it anymore?"

She licks her lips, looking away to try and gain some rationality again. "I don't think you'll be able to do much with a bruised hand, huh?" It's clearly a joke, but you're too turned on to catch it.

"Well, I have another one, and my mouth..." Wanda stares at you in stunned shock, her face burning and her eyes darkening a little. You grunt in shame, hiding your face in her collarbone. "Shit, you didn't mean it."

She giggles awkwardly, wrapping her arms around your waist. "You need a bandage, baby. We'll have time for this later."

You raise your gaze to her again, and Wanda stares at you doubtfully from your expression. "I like it when you call me that."

She smiles, teasing and loving at the same time. "Better than shithead, I suppose."

"They both have their charm, I guess." You joke back managing to make her laugh before stealing a few more kisses.

All the way to the infirmary, all you can think about is how happy you are - And how your friends are going to adjust to the new dynamic.

–//–

Falling into a routine with Wanda was as easy as falling for her.

The familiar teasing didn't end - In a way, it got infinitely better, because, after each little bickering, you and Wanda made up with lots of kisses.

The most absurd thing was your sister's reaction. No surprise at all.

"I mean, everyone saw you two kissing." She retorted unimpressed, continuing to eat her breakfast as if you hadn't spent the previous day preparing the best way to tell. You huffed indignantly, but Wanda sighed, giving you a pat on the back before going to sit down. The same reaction for your friends, who seemed even somewhat reassured that now they wouldn't have to endure the arguing.

As for the rest of the people, well, everyone else had their own lives to take care of to give a damn about what Wanda and you have been up to.

With the baseball game approaching and the end of Spring Break, there was an understanding between you and Wanda that your time together was coming to an end. You didn't want to talk about it - to avoid creating impossible expectations if you considered the distance between California and New York and the hurt of an inevitable goodbye.

For now, you and Wanda were enjoying as much time together as possible, and that included escaping the game to make out before and between breaks.

Wanda giggled affectedly at the tickling your fingers did next to her hips, an attempt to make her relax to what was about to happen between you since the first kisses began. The question hung in the air and the way your breaths were uncompressed and your clothes crumpled.

"They'll start looking for us at some point..." Wanda recalled, the noise of the game resuming in the background, muffled by the closed doors of the empty locker room where you two were hiding. Despite the warning, her hands were entwined behind your neck, and her legs tight around your waist. The cheer skirt pulled up by your hands on her thighs.

You hum in understanding, distracted by the soft skin of her collarbone. You traced a path down to the valley of her covered breasts and Wanda shuddered, moaning in anticipation.

But as soon as your hands reached under her skirt, fingers playing with the fabric of her panties, Wanda tensed anxiously, biting her lips as she sought your gaze.

"Is everything okay?" You asked immediately, stopping your movements and staring back at her. "Do you want me to continue...?"

Wanda let out a broken breath, the look full of anxiety made you frown. You were ready to assure her it was okay if she refused when she replied:

"I want to but... I've never done it before." She confesses in a small whisper, and your heart skips a beat. "And also, I had to talk to my friends about this, and they told me it would be special because we like each other but I just kept thinking that it's going to happen and it will be amazing and when you leave, I'll never be able to do it again without remembering you and I'll be missing you back home..."

"Hey, breathe." You interrupted her anxious babbling with a small chuckle, moving your hands to her face, and squeezing her cheeks for a moment. "God, you're so beautiful." You murmured staring at her adoringly. Wanda blushed, looking away, "Hey, look at me, sweetheart. You want to talk about leaving?"

She swallowed dryly, nodding. "I'm sorry." She mumbles immediately. "I know we kind of agreed not to talk about it, but... fuck, I really like you. If I, you know... have sex with you, I'm just sure I'll fall harder. And I don't know if I want to go through the pain of losing you in a few days."

You swallowed dryly, caressing her cheeks as you absorbed her words. Wanda was even more nervous at your silence.

"Say something, please."

You smiled, staring at her. "I'm sorry, I just... I really am in love with you, Wanda." You confessed tenderly, making her blush. "Sex or no sex, I really am. And saying goodbye to you will hurt."

Wanda nods sadly before hugging you. "Yeah, I know." When she sniffles softly, you kiss her neck to calm her, until her breathing stabilizes again and Wanda releases you to kiss you gently, once and twice, until it starts to get hot again and she sighs against your lips, her trembling fingers groping your body unhurriedly as if she wants to memorize.

"Baby..." She called softly against your lips, her hands moving up into your blouse and making you shudder. "I want to make love to you." She whispered taking all the air out of your lungs. "Give me something to remember you by."

Despite the nervousness and excitement, you managed to tease as your hands retraced their way under her skirt. "What, the matching scars aren't enough for you, darling?"

Wanda lets out an affected giggle at the proximity to your joke about the healed bruises on your hands, but the sound turns to a deep sigh when her panties slip down her legs. You maintain eye contact with her, pulling the item down until you take it off by her ankles. Wanda bites her lip hard as she sees you on your knees, moving up your way again with kisses on her legs.

Her muscles quiver as you kiss the inside of her thighs, and Wanda inhales a shaky breath, her hands gripping the table she's sitting on tightly.

"Be gentle." She asks as she feels the kisses coming closer to where she is burning. You let out a soft laugh, rising again to kiss her on the mouth. Wanda has no time to be eager for the delay of her relief, because you grab her waist and pull her closer, the friction between your hips making her whimper.

Your tongue slides over hers hungrily, kissing her until she's dizzy with arousal, and instinctively starts forcing her hips against yours - The uncovered intimacy smearing the wetness on the fabric of your leg and making you moan against her.

One of your hands spreads her legs open by her thigh, fingers coming up fast to tease her entrance and make Wanda break the kiss with an affected whimper.

"Y-yes, baby, please, no more teasing." Wanda moans, throwing her hips against your hand. "I'm ready."

You grunt softly, tentatively cupping the folds between your fingers, spreading the wetness over the entire length. "Hmm, I can feel that." You teased softly, pulling your hand away to get a taste. Wanda choked, blushing heavily as she watched you suck your fingers one by one, rolling her eyes in pleasure as you tasted her. The next second, you moved your hand back between her legs, staring her in the eye before sliding a finger inside. She moaned at the intrusion, and you let her get used to it, encouraging her with your free hand on her back, relaxing her with a gentle massage.

"There you go... all the way in." You narrated softly, having to maintain all mental control not to fuck her roughly, feeling your body vibrate with the sensation of Wanda's soft wet walls on your fingerprints. She pulsed against you, her hands gripping your blouse tightly as the repetitive motion made her legs twitch. "God, you're so tight." You grunted, hiding your face in her collarbone and angling your palm to press against her clit as well. Wanda let out a loud yelp, wrapping one of her legs around your waist and increasing your reach.

"M-more, please-I just need-" She tried to formulate, starting to follow your movements with her hips. You shushed her against her neck, kissing your way to her ear.

"Relax, I'll give you what you need, baby." Was your only warning before removing yourself from her, only to sink two fingers inside next time. Wanda gasped at the intrusion, but you swallowed her moan with your own mouth, not moving inside her until she was ready.

Soon, your movements had resumed, and with your mouth glued to hers, you swallowed each breathless moan as Wanda began to tremble in your fingers, squeezing as her orgasm built.

Just as she was panting and restless, the locker room door opened. She raised desperate eyes to you, but you covered her mouth with your free hand and sped up your movements.

Your skin muffled her whimpers, and you bit your lips at the sinful image in front of you.

"Danvers? Maximoff? Are you guys here? The coach is looking for two." it was some of the monitors, probably checking the camp behind whoever was running away from the game. You reached a deep sweet spot inside Wanda and she threw her head back.

The monitor grumbled in frustration and the door closed again - You barely noticed, bringing the girl beneath you to her climax. Wanda spread herself in your hand, her body spasming against you and a long muffled moan against your hand.

Her pupils were so dark they nearly hold any green.

"Fucking gorgeous." You praised as you removed your hand to kiss her, and Wanda corresponded with difficulty, smiling breathlessly as she tried to recover from the intensity of her first orgasm.

As soon as she could properly match it, Wanda dominated the kiss - One hand moving up to the back of your neck, to tug at your hair as she bit your bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from you.

"Please, can we go back to the cabin?" It sounded like a request but felt like an order by the way Wanda dug her nails into your waist. A warning. "I want you to be comfortable when you go down on me."

"God, Wanda, you're such a tease." You grumbled in a mixture of arousal and embarrassment, moving like an obedient puppy as she stood up on shaky legs and guided you by the hand back to the cabins.

Her panties are tucked tightly in your pocket.

–//–

Disgustingly adorable, is how your friends would describe the last few days in the company of you and Wanda, who have apparently unlearned how to function away from each other.

Especially the last day - Without any concern for the rest of the world while in an intense make-out session against the bus that was supposed to take you and Carol back to California.

"Jesus, I'm going to have nightmares." Your sister complained with a grimace to her now official girlfriend - Natasha Romanoff - who was putting away the last bag in the family car that was going to take her home. The redhead laughed, looking at where Carol was staring and knowing she was referring to your hand firmly squeezing Wanda's ass as she giggled between the kisses you two shared.

"Why are they behaving like they're never going to see each other again? It's traumatizing." It wasn't Nat, but Bucky who spoke as he arrived with Sam beside him, who laughed in agreement. Carol made a mischievous face.

"Well, maybe that's my fault? I may have forgotten to mention to my lovely sister that Nat told me that Wanda was going to the same college as her next year."

"Pretty mean, Danvers." Nat commented with a certain pride in her voice. Carol laughed.

"When you share a room with a couple in love, you'll understand." She retorted. The group continued to watch you and Wanda, until you kissed deeply in farewell until she let you on the bus. Carol sighed. "Maybe if she starts whining on the way, I'll consider saying that she and Wanda chose the same college without even knowing it."

The group chuckled, saying goodbye one last time.

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