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Adult Bakugou is worlds apart from how he used to be as a teen.
His prominent scowl is now replaced with a more relaxed expression, and his tense shoulders are now a lot looser.
He is no longer on edge and wishing for everyone's demise, as his years of experience in the pro hero world have taught him patience and empathy.
He's had fan girls lining up for a chance to receive some kind of acknowledgement from him since his first years as a UA student, and it's been -for the longest time- something that further pissed him off and ruined his mood as he didn't need the added attention.
_ "I still cannot believe you're the same guy who yelled at me and stormed out when I first confessed my feelings, at that moment you were as bratty as you used to be when we were still in school." you murmured softly in remembrance, tracing the faint scar on his right cheek, the same one he acquired years ago during that ruthless war everyone still remembers to this day.
To you, he was that one annoying friend whom you had to sit down and listen to while he complained about the countless love letters clogging up his locker, so when the day came -not too long ago- that you shyly revealed your feelings for the man, his reaction was nothing short of expected.
_ "Huh? What brought this on all of a sudden?" he tilted his head to meet your gaze, blinking a few times as a hint of blush dusted the tips of his ears, "besides, I already told you I only reacted the way I did because I thought you were making fun of me."
_ "That's fair, but I'm glad you gave me a chance to explain myself.." you paused for a second to adjust your posture and straddle his slender waist instead of leaning against him like you had been moments before, a smile found its way to your lips as you carried on, "you've really come a long way from the brat you used to be."
His thin eyebrows raised in apparent surprise, but his firm grasp on your thighs remained unshaken, "I have?"
_ "You truly have." a giggle escaped you as you cradled his handsome face, leaning in to place a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth before pulling back to admire the mysterious smirk curving up his lips.
_ "Care to explain?" but he didn't really need the clarification, he is one of the most intelligent people you know, and is sure to have noticed the change occuring in himself without anyone spelling it out, but you still went along with his charade, just to please him.
_ "Well, let's see.." your gaze shifted and lips pursed as you tapped your chin in fake contemplation before continuing, "you're more tolerable now, I mean you're kinda tame and boring like a sweet grandpa, and also.."
_ "Hey come on," he interrupted your obvious trick with an amused chuckle and a playful smack on your butt, "well I still got the girl didn't I?"
_ "Yes you did."
His eyes gleamed hearing your words, and his arms slid up to surround your back and bring you closer to himself before groaning the demand you knew was coming, "kiss me then."
That was all it took for you to close the remaining distance between you two and claim his lips in a breathtaking lip lock.
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"Longer Than A Fortnight"
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Synopsis â Their love languages towards you, and the kind they want to receive.
Note â Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Alexandra Cabot, Casey Novak
(Female centered, but no pronouns used.)
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Olivia Benson
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⢠â Olivia Benson is 100% acts of service.
⢠â She is the kind of lover that will tie your shoelaces, even if sheâs running late.
⢠â WILL AND I MEAN WILL, do the simplest tasks for you just because she can!
⢠â "What you do mean you went out to get groceries? Without me?"
⢠â Her way of saying "I love you." is to comb your hair after you finished showering, and she asks you to sit on her lap as she does. (biting my fists rn)
⢠â Though, she craves for words of affirmation.
⢠â She didnât grow up in a home where she felt appreciated, nor did she ever felt the comfort of her parents.
⢠â But she knew she loved you when you told her the sweetest sentence ever.
⢠â "I love you so much that you make me get out of bed to get groceries."
⢠â Seconds later, you felt arms behind you. Not long enough before your shoulder dampens.
Elliot Stabler
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⢠â This man is so quality time.
⢠â He knows he has a dangerous job that occupies his time, hours and hours in the precinct.
⢠â But any chance he gets, he will come home to you.
⢠â "Pack your bags, weâre going to Italy!"
⢠â Heâs afraid of losing you, or letting you go to the planeâs bathroom because youâre comfortable in his arms.
⢠â Amidst the turbulence, he enjoys your physical touch.
⢠â From all the abuse and torment he witnessed, itâs rare for him to feel safe nowadays.
⢠â Thatâs why he isnât afraid to admit that he loves the way you kiss his forehead, trace patterns on his gentle calloused hands, or spooning him when he gets nightmares.
⢠â "Italy wonât run away, letâs just stay 5 more minutes in bed."
⢠â More so, your vanilla scented hair was his view of a vacation.
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⢠â Shoot me when I say this blondeâs love language isnât giving gifts.
⢠â Being a lawyer with an amazing conviction rate also means having money, money, money!
⢠â She enjoys spoiling you, giving you everything you need and want just because she can. She refuses to let you reach for your wallet, at all.
⢠â "I bought the necklace you stared at earlier!"
⢠â Besides your lips, Ms. Cabot also tracks your eyes. (i would like to have you for christmas)
⢠â Staring at you, she never noticed how much she longed for acts of service.
⢠â Her parents were always away, and she was left alone. Her parentsâ money were their way of saying theyâre sorry they couldnât come to her graduation.
⢠â She was surprised when you called in sick, even though she was the one coughing like thereâs no tomorrow.
⢠â "What do you mean I couldâve bought myself medicine instead of your necklace?"
⢠â You canât help but smile as you sat beside her laying body, wiping her warm face with a wet cloth as she explains how much your necklace reminds her of your eyes.
Casey Novak
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⢠â This redheaded loser in a hot body cannot go on a day without physical touch.
⢠â She was raised as an affectionate child, expressing her love greatly as her parents did.
⢠â Her auburn hair is as warm as her as you lay between her arms, her face on the crook of your neck as she sleeps soundly.
⢠â "If only court saw how soft and adorable you are when you sleep, you wouldnât seem so intimidating." You say, playing with her hair.
⢠â Smiling lovingly, she unconsciously pulls you closer.
⢠â Aside from her comfort, she adores your words of affirmation.
⢠â She was the kid who would wait in her teachersâ approval, hoping that she did good enough for their expectations.
⢠â Luckily for her, she didnât have to wait anymore.
⢠â "You think I look soft and adorable when I sleep? I think I want to kiss you right now."
⢠â And she did, like the soft and adorable loser she is.
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ŕźâ§âË. episode 08: lost in the fire.
preview: " . . . Without a second glance, he flicked the cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his foot, his voice low and taunting. âI donât feel guilt, doll.â
âIâŚâ you cannot put into words how you feel, it feels as though you had swallowed your tongue and any smart retort you had prepared is thrown out of the window. Shuji notices the change in your expression, how you went from being incredibly affected by his words to nothing all of a sudden. Thereâs an emptiness behind your eyes as you nod at him. âYouâre right.â
And then you were gone. ."
word count: 5,3k
content warning: nsfw warning! heavy smut, choking, biting, n!pple sucking, unprotected s/x, not enough foreplay, jealousy.
ŕźâ§âË. note: happy new years :) starting 2025 with a new chapter! thank you to my amazing best friend @aurelianamu for being my beta reader and helping point out mistakes and things that needed serious editing! i am still on a hiatus, but enjoy reading. thank you!
ŕźâ§âË. reblog + comment!
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Hanma openly admits his vocabulary isnât exactly expansive, chalking it up to his teenage self choosing cigarettes over books, biker gangs over libraries and nasty fights over going to school. Only that he knows a couple of words, theyâre still insufficient when he is facing this hurricane of emotions and fails to locate the heart of it. He canât pull the plug on something thatâs blurry, so he sits in his car and looks out of his window. The vehicle trembles in sync with the rhythm of his restless foot.
A tattooed hand goes up to his face, and he slides down his blouse cuff to stare at the watch adorning his wrist; 10:32PM. You had to be awake, right?Â
One would question why he couldnât simply send you a message, and the truth is far more complicated than that suggestion. He canât message you when he was the one who told you he doesnât fuck you on your period. You were offended by his tone more than what he was implying, and told him and he quotes âto go fuck himself and never come back againâ.Â
Now, this wasnât the first time that the two of you had a petty argument, the earliest one Hanma can remember was of him saying he didnât want to eat your homemade food because he thought soup was boring, and you had glared at him the whole night until he apologized with his head between your thighs. Or when you tried to insinuate that he was so much softer than you had thought, the night ended with tears streaming down your face as you gagged and choked on his cock.Â
The two of you didnât know what communication was, sex seemed to be the solution to everything. Well, except for this time.
You were understandably hormonal when you texted him, asking if he could drop by and hang out with you for a couple of hours at the beginning of November. And him being an asshole, he made some poor joke about how âhe doesnât fuck women on their periods because theyâll get attachedâ and the rest is history.
Hanma doesnât think he fucked up that badly, but that wouldnât explain the fifth cigarette he throws out of his car window as he glares daggers at your balcony door. You canât keep ignoring him forever, itâs been ten days.Â
He mutters a sharp âfuckâ under his breath as he swings the car door open, stepping out and locking it with a press of his key fob. His strides are long and confident as he reaches into the pocket of his suit pants for another cigarette. Shielding the flame with his hand, he lights it, the glow briefly illuminating his face before he tucks the cigarette between his index and middle finger. He ascends the stairs, smoke curling in his wake as he eyes the apartment doors one by one. Ironically, the one thing he had memorized beside the feeling of your hallway, was the smell of homemade food that emerged from beneath your doorway, a scent which was forever engraved at the forefront of his mind.Â
A familiar wooden door greets Hanma as he steps into the dimly lit hallway, and he braces himself for how many times he is going to knock to get you to open the door for him. The memory of you whisper-yelling at him to just get in flashes before his eyes and an amused smirk finds its way up his lips, but itâs immediately wiped off when the door suddenly swings open. Surprised, he takes a step back with furrowed eyebrows, hand reaching towards his gun holster out of instinct.Â
Then he hears it, the sound of high heels clicking against the tiles.Â
You step out of your apartment with your back facing Hanma, allowing him to scan your outfit for a brief moment. It was cold outside, so you were wearing an oversized, fluffy and warm jacket on top of what he believes to be a short dress, and the black stockings you had chosen for the night bring more attention to your legs. To match the aesthetic of the outfit, you chose to wear your knee high, black leather high heeled boots, adding a couple centimeters to your height. And to finish off the look, you had styled your hair in a way that Hanma could only describe as intoxicating. The perfume you were wearing was dizzying, and it only worsens when you turn around and Hanma sees you with a full face of makeup. The right amount of glitter, the sharp eyeliner, the mascara giving your face that doe-eyed look and finally, that lip combo.
Where the hell were you headed to?
The good thing about working in corporate jobs was the amount of birthday celebrations to look out to. You had at least two birthdays each month, and November was no exception. But to ensure that not every winter birthday is celebrated inside the company, a co-worker took it upon themselves to invite everyone to a club, and who were you to turn down the offer?Â
You hated being holed up in your apartment for too long, it made you feel claustrophobic and anxious, and you were getting sick of your balcony and the same boring view. The moment you step out, you get a whiff of cigarette smell and instantly, you realize who was behind you. Your movements are slow and careful as you lock your door, fix the scarf thatâs wrapped around your neck to keep you warm thenâyou see him.
Hanma doesnât miss the way your eyebrows twitch when you lock eyes with him, he canât deny that the slight purse to your lips makes the coil in his stomach tighten, then your frown deepens.Â
âSmokingâs not allowed in the hallway,â you point out towards the cigarette bud hanging between his fingers.
âWhere are you going?â he completely dismisses your statement, eyes scanning your outfit from head to toe for what feels like the hundredth time. He knows exactly what hides beneath those layers of clothing, heâs touched and felt and groped it so many times alreadyâthen why does it bother him that youâre dressed so prettily for an occasion?
Youâre already fed up with him, your high heels clicking against the tiles as you walk past him and Hanma almost groans when he gets a whiff of your perfume. Fuck, why did he have to be so stupid?
âWhatever, donât stay here for too long or else theyâll kick you out.â You announce as you call for the elevator, pressing the button as you put your keys in your handbag.Â
The tall man is quickly standing behind you. He knows why youâre ignoring him, but he doesnât think it entirely justifies not answering him. âDid you not hear me?â
You scoff. âYouâre saying that?âÂ
âItâs different, Iâm asking where youâre goingââ
âAnd now Iâm asking you to mind your own business?â you hear a ding and step onto the elevator, Hanma right behind you. âIâm a grown ass woman.â
âNever seen your grown ass outside at night.â How blunt.
âOh right, because in the last two months when youâve known me and rarely ever visited may I add, youâve never seen me go outside after 8PM?âÂ
You were bitter, thatâs understandable, but that doesnât explain completely avoiding his question, does it? He was only asking about your whereabouts so that he knows where to expect to see you!Â
And perhaps even follow you there.Â
Hanma bites his tongue at your words. He would never admit that you were right, or that he messed up by completely ignoring your phone calls and messages because you had told him that you were on your period. However, everyone makes mistakes and itâs what makes us human��
âŚor however that saying goes.Â
The elevator starts to go down, his golden eyes alternate between scanning the number shown in bold colors indicating the floor number and the screen of your phone. You were sending a text in a group chat, he could see the name of itâsomething about your company, and next to it was the word âbirthday party!â. Heâs thankful that heâs being sneaky enough to be able to look at what you were typing, however that doesnât last when you finally notice that he has grown a little too quiet. You hide your phone in your chest.
âCan you not?â you hiss, voice laced with venom as you shoot him a glare over your shoulder.Â
âA colleagueâs birthday?â
âWhat are you, twelve?â you furrow your eyebrows as you turn to face him fully. Even with high heels, you donât reach his full height and you hate it. You hate that you are looking up at him, at his handsome face which you didnât see for a full week, and you absolutely despise the way he is staring at you.
His eyes were devouring you, forcing you to think of anything but how youâve made them roll to the back of his head countless times. You refuse to stare at his bulging arms, or how his hair was slightly disheveled from running a hand through it. Was he frustrated by his own actions? You hope he was, you hope he fisted his cock pathetically to the thought of you, that his whines were so loud it echoes in his empty apartment. You pray that a mission interrupted his alone time, and he had to finish off some guy he didnât like with painful blue balls.
And you fervently and desperately hope that he cannot read your true thoughts.
âAdd sixteen years to that,â he replies while bringing the cigarette to his lips, taking a whiff from the stick. He pulls his hand away, smirking when he notices the slight shift in your expression and it worsens when he blows smoke on your face.
âStop that! I donât want to smell like cigarettes when I get in the car!â
âOh?â he tilts his head to the side, golden eyes locked with yours as he searches for another clue. âSo you need a car to get there?â
âI would be crazy if I walked outside dressed like this.â you ignore his intense stare, masking your nervousness with annoyance as you pull out your phone again.Â
âWhoâs driving you there?â
âNone of your damn business.âÂ
âAn uber.â The elevator finally dings and you hurriedly step out of the cubicle, trying to get away from him as far as possible.Â
âOh! We got ourselves a detective here!â you exclaim jokingly, the sound of high heels clicking against the tiles echoing in the empty hallway. âYou should work for the FBI, has anyone ever told you that?â
Hanma ignores your comments, his strides long and purposeful as he walks right behind you. âYou keep clutching your purse, itâs open so you can make sure that your credit card is there and your forgetful ass didnât actually miss anything. Youâll stop getting anxious when you get into the car and pay the driverââ
âStop that!â You finally turn around to stare at him, and the tall man has to stop himself from scooping you into his arms and fucking you against the nearest wall. You puff out your chest like a balloon ready to burst, a fragile show of dominance and anger, but you were clearly fed up and you couldnât handle hearing his voice anymore.
âYou think you can read me easily, you think using your little criminal tricks on me will get you off the hook, it doesnât.â you get even closer to the man, a manicured finger poking at his chest with each syllable rolling off your tongue. âYou think youâre the only one who can read me? Well, Iâll tell you whatâs in front of me right now.â
Hanma remains unnervingly quiet, so you continue.
"I see a man who couldnât keep his word if his life depended on it. Someone who drowns his guilt in cigarette smoke because facing it is too much to bear. A man so shaken by the idea of me living my life without catering to him that heâll go as far as to ruin it for me, hoping to force a reaction out of me. Well, guess what? You wonât. So enjoy your misery and your frustration, because tonight? You wonât be getting anything from me"
The only sounds breaking the stillness of the moment were the occasional hum of passing cars outside the building, their distant echoes a sharp contrast to the suffocating quiet of the hallway. The air around you felt heavy as you struggled to catch your breath, your face was in flames. Your gaze flickered wildly over Shujiâs expression, desperate to find even the slightest crack, some hint that your words had gotten to him, that they had landed where they intended to.Â
But all you were met with was silence, dragging on until a scoff cut through the air and you felt your chest tightening.Â
Without a second glance, he flicked the cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his foot, his voice low and taunting. âI donât feel guilt, doll.â
âIâŚâ you cannot put into words how you feel, it feels as though you had swallowed your tongue and any smart retort you had prepared is thrown out of the window. Shuji notices the change in your expression, how you went from being incredibly affected by his words to nothing all of a sudden. Thereâs an emptiness behind your eyes as you nod at him. âYouâre right.âÂ
And then you were gone.Â
He doesnât try to follow you, the sound of your high heels clicking against the concrete becomes a distant sound the farther you walk away and he stands near the entrance of the building with his hands buried in his pockets.Â
It was time to work.
â
âWhere were you? We were looking for you!â
âSorry! My cat threw up on the carpet and I had to clean it real quick,â you say with a wave of hands, looking around the crowded area with bright eyes. âSeems like the birthday girl is having fun!âÂ
You see a flash of red hair on the dance floor, and chuckle when you notice the way she seemed to effortlessly become the center of attention. People were cheering her on, clapping and asking the DJ to change the song just to match her energy. Meanwhile, you decide to take off your coat and place it on the chair that a coworker had reserved for you.Â
You werenât the type to go clubbing, years of being constantly guarded by your brothers had left you tense and uneasy under the flashing lights, but you envied those who did it so effortlessly. They wouldnât look as awkward as you do.Â
That is until you feel a pair of eyes following your every move, and you are forced to look at them.Â
It was a coworker, someone you had grown comfortable around because of his kind gestures. He would offer to help you carry papers around even if you were going to take the elevator, and when you ran out of water or your favorite drink in the fridge, he would be the first to request a restock for you. He was a gentleman, one that didnât know how to hide his attraction towards you.
And you didnât seem to mind it, a woman could appreciate being treated nicely once in a while.
âNot going to join them?â He gestures towards the rest of your colleagues who seemed to be enjoying their time on the dance floor. You chuckle as you shake your head, leaning back in your seat.
âDancing is not my thing,â
The man, whose name is Tomoya, takes this as an open invitation to sit across from you. He puts his elbows on the table as he leans forward, clearly invested in the conversation.
âWhy? Itâs just moving your body to the beat.â
You press your lips as you hum, leaning towards the brown haired man as you respond.âHmmm, Iâm not sure if I like that.âÂ
âHow about this, if I can change your mind, youââ he pauses as he points his finger at you, eyes glimmering with mischief. â--go on a date with me.â
You scoff, raising an eyebrow at him. âA date?â
âYup.âÂ
How do you explain this to a man you hardly speak to at work? How do you tell him that your life is already entangled with someone elseâsomeone too deeply involved in your world to simply cut loose? The idea of going on a date with Tomoya doesnât seem so bad, but the thought of facing Hanma, of telling him about the possibility that you want to end whatever it is you have, makes you hold your head in your hands.Â
âWeâll see.â
Youâll deal with it later.
The rhythm of the music reverberates through the air as you find yourself on the dance floor with your colleague, Tomoya, who seems to be enjoying himself far more than you. The bass is heavy, the lights flicker like a heartbeat, and for a moment, you can almost forget your reservations. His encouragement draws a timid smile from you, and despite your clumsy attempts to follow his lead, you eventually surrender to the music. The tension in your shoulders eases as your movements become less forced, and soon enough, you find yourself laughing and moving your body to the beat.
You walk through the crowd to greet the birthday girl, your grin bright and contagious as you ask if sheâs having fun. Before long, Tomoya succeeds to reclaim your attention. His lips move, but itâs hard to hear anything with the loud music.
âWhat?â you call out, cupping your ear for emphasis.
With a smile, he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. âI said, you look beautiful.â
Goosebumps rise on your skin at his words, and your face heats up. Your laughter quiets down as you shyly glance away, scanning the room for an escape from his intense gaze. Thatâs when you see him. A familiar figure near the bar freezes you in place. Your chest tightens, the world blurring as you focus on the tall man leaning casually against the counter.
âAre you okay?â Tomoyaâs voice snaps you back, but your response is dismissive.
âYeah, yeah,â you pat his shoulder with a forced smile. âIâll be right back.â
Your steps quicken as you drag your feet through the crowd, each stride bringing more dread. Please donât be him. Please. But as you approach him, thereâs no denying it. That sharp grin, the cigarette dangling between his fingersâitâs him. Your hand finds his shoulder before you can stop yourself, and when he turns, youâre met with those golden eyes that seem to silently mock your surprise.Â
âWell, what a coincidence, doll,â Hanma drawls, his voice dripping with amusement. âDo you need something?â
âExcuse me,â you snap, your hand gripping his forearm as you pull him to his feet. âWe need to talk.â
âOh absolutely,â he smirks, letting you drag him past the sea of curious eyes. He seems far too entertained for your liking, his laughter barely contained as you shove open the door to the womenâs bathroom.
The startled gasps and shrieks from the women inside only add to the dread you were feeling. You glance around apologetically, muttering a quick, âSorry,â as they scurry out, a few of them shooting you knowing looks.Â
âRelationship emergency?â one asks before disappearing out the door.
âI donât know,â you mutter, locking the door behind you.
âAre you insane?â you whirl around, glaring at Hanma as he leans casually against the sinks, an infuriating smirk painted across his face. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âWhy? Did I ruin your little moment out there?â His tone is playful, but thereâs an edge to it that makes your throat tighten and your mouth go dry. âMad that I stopped you from almost fucking him?â
âDonât you even startââ
âOr what?â His voice drops, low and dangerous, as he pushes off the sink and begins to close the distance between the two of you. The confidence in his stride makes your knees feel like jelly, and youâre suddenly hyper aware of the way he towers over you so easily. âTell me, doll, is this why you didnât want to tell me where you were going tonight? Were you afraid Iâd show up and fuck up your little date with that fucker?â
âDonât call him that,â you retort, though your voice wavers under his suffocating stare.
His eyebrows raise, mock surprise etched across his face. âOh? Defending him now, are we?â
âIâm not defending him!â you argue, though the crack in your voice betrays you. Shit, you were a nervous mess. âHe didnât do anything to deserve your anger.â
Hanma chuckles, low and menacing. âAnger? Oh, doll, Iâm not angry. Not with him, anyway.â His steps falter when heâs inches away from you, his body caging you against the door. âBecause we both know he doesnât mean shit to you, right?â
Your silence speaks louder than words, and the corner of his mouth twitches upward.
âThatâs what I thought,â he murmurs. âItâd crush him, wouldnât it? If he knew why youâre so hesitant to go on a date with him.â
âI never saidââ Your breath catches as his hand cups your jaw, tilting your face upward.Â
âSo you do want to go on a date with him?â His golden eyes burn into yours, searching for something, though his grin never falters.
You gulp, your voice barely above a whisper. â...maybe.â
His thumb brushes your bottom lip, and you canât stop the way your lips part instinctively. âYouâre a liar,â he coos, his tone dripping with mock pity.
âAm notââ
A gasp is ripped from your body when you feel his knee push past your thigh, landing perfectly on your clothed cunt as he presses you further against the wall.
âLetâs try again,â he purrs, pressing his lips against your ear. âDo you want to go on a date with him?â
Your lips tremble as you throw your head back, and Shujiâs hand lands perfectly on your throat. He feels a piece of jewelry there, but he ignores it as he squeezes your neck gently, drawing a quiet moan out of you.Â
âIâŚâ you start, unable to keep your eyes open as you feel your body burn up. The effect he had on you, the way it felt effortless to make a mess of you felt unfair. You gulp as you try to morph the lust in your gaze into anger. âI do.â
A pair of lips crash against yours almost immediately, and Hanma quickly catches as your knees give out on you at the impact. You would be lying if you said you didnât miss thisâhis lips, how roughly he handled your body whilst making sure that nothing hurt you, because you craved it more than anything else. So you kiss him, fervently moving your lips against his as your hands claw at his shoulders and back. You felt like a flower starved of sunlight, withering in the absence of warmth and connection.Â
Hanma couldnât offer either, but his touch was enough to fill the void.Â
He pats your butt and you jump, wrapping your legs around his waist before sitting you on the sink. The marble is cold, sending a sharp chill against your skin but it quickly fades away when Hanmaâs lips travel down your neck, then your exposed chest where your perfume hits his nostrils the hardest.Â
The tall man stands there, inhaling deeply as your scent washes over his senses, his eyes closing as he surrenders to its intoxicating pull. He notices the necklace, how it seems to be stuck to your skin even if it doesnât match your attire and something coils in his stomach.
Without second thought, he sinks his teeth on the skin of your boob, a loud gasp ripping from your throat as your hand finds his hair.
âNot thereââ You try to reason with him, but he doesnât listen. Instead, he sinks his teeth into a different spot, watching as you throw your head back, your back arching in response, a wave of pleasure taking over.
If he could, he would tear that piece of jewelry from your body.
âShuji,â the sound of his name slipping from your lips is a melodic drawl, intoxicating him like no drug ever could. An animalistic growl rumbles from the back of his throat as he pulls down the top of your dress, revealing your boobs. The cold air makes goosebumps rise on your skin, and your nipples instantly harden under the attention given to them.Â
He fervently licks and sucks on the buds, shoving his hands under your dress. You are lost in the pleasure, fingers digging in his scalp as he gently bites on your left nipple, his hand groping the other breast.Â
Then you hear a tearing sound, followed by a sudden chill, making you shiver as the coldness creeps in.
âOh my god!â you scream in horror, instinctively trying to close your legs as you eye the ripped stockings. âThose were expensive you fucking asshole!âÂ
âFuck that,â your heart stills when you see him lean down, biting your inner thighs and salivating at the sight of your black thong. âIâve got money.â
âY-Youâre not buying me a-anythâah!â you try to cover your mouth when you feel his head get shoved between your thighs, a wet tongue pressing against the fabric of your thong. And then, you hear a dark chuckle.Â
âYou smell so fucking good. Did all that fighting turn you on?â he pulls away, his fingers playing with the straps of your thong. âOr did you fuck around hoping that Iâd fuck the attitude out of ya?â
Stubborn yet looking for a good fuck, you respond breathlessly.âNo.â
âNo?â he tilts his head, a mocking expression on his face as he purses his lips. âSo you donât want me to fuck you?â
He sees you look down at your own lap, and bursts out laughing as he finally removes the fabric off of your body. âAh, youâre so fucking adorable,â he moves away from the sink and starts to unbuckle his belt. You sit up on the sink to admire him as he frees his hardened cock, stroking it a couple of times before standing between your thighs. He notices your starstruck gaze, and a low chuckle rumbles from the back of his throat, as if amused by the effect he has on you.
âCockdrunk already?â
âShut up.â You pull him in for a kiss, your hand traveling down to line up his tip with your entrance. He parts his lips, but then you feel him smile against your mouth. You open your eyes to meet his gaze.Â
He watches with an amused grin as your jaw goes slack the moment he pushes himself inside, but it quickly fades away when the wetness of your pussy washes over his senses and he has to take a moment to ground himself.Â
He canât cum too quickly, that would be pathetic.
Hanma doesnât take long before starting to fuck you, slow and calculated thrusts quickly turn into hurried and sloppy ones when your pussy clamps down on him with each kiss he presses to your pulse. He feels his self control slipping through the cracks of his mind, and when he finally looks at your face again, he is reminded of why the two of you were fucking in the womenâs bathroom.Â
With a clenched jaw and flared nostrils, his hand travels to the back of your head and he yanks it back.Â
âThought we had an agreement doll,â he hisses through gritted teeth, barely able to keep his eyes open as he grips your hair. âI thought you knew that you couldnât pull shit like that with me. But I bet you like it, huh? You love testing my limitsâah fuck!â you clamp down on him again when he hits that one spot that makes your eyes roll, the added friction of his crotch against your clit sending shivers down your spine as you arch your back.
âOh my god!â you cry out, the burning in your scalp mixing with pleasure.Â
Hanma leans forward, pressing his lips against your cheek as he growls. âAnswer me.âÂ
Tears well in your eyes, overwhelmed by the sheer presence of him. He was everywhereâinside of you, touching youâand now it felt as though he was trying to invade your very thoughts. âFuck, fuck Shuji please donât stop, pleaseââÂ
He continues to fuck you at the same angle, licking his fingers to rub your clit in messy circles.âYou like getting on my nerves, donât ya? Makes it more fun for me to fuck you stupid.â
âOh!â You gasp at the stimulation, eyes widening as you try to look down at where the two of you meet. âOh, right there!â
âI asked you a fucking question.âHe spits out venomously, his grip tightening around your head, forcing your forehead to press against his as he holds you in place.
âYes!â You cry out, not caring about how fucked out you must look. âYes, yes I do! I love it, oh my god please donât stop fucking me, pleaseââ
âYeah, thatâs what I fucking thoughtâcome on baby girl, get filthy with me.â Hanma grins triumphantly, but the pleasure starts to wash over him. âMake a mess on me, pretty girl. Use my cock, you know how to do that.âÂ
He leans back, watching as you pathetically try to move your hips back and forth. After a few failed attempts, you break down in front of him.
âI c-canât, I canât!â You sob, your hips trembling and shaky. Hanmaâs gaze locks onto yours, his dark eyes fixated on the tears streaming down your cheeksâthe sight of you so fragile beneath him is enough to send him over the edge. âPlease, please fuck me Shuji.â
âFuckââ His hand wraps around your throat, fingers grazing your necklace as he captures it in the same motion, and then his hips find that same delicious pace. His fingers find your clit again, rubbing in the same dizzying motion that made you the loudest earlier, but instead he hears nothing.
You suddenly fall quiet as your body arches away from him and Hanma watches in awe as your hand shakily grips his forearm. The bathroom is filled with wet sounds of skin to skin, and then he feels something wet on his pants and a loud gasp painfully rips from the back of your throat.Â
âOh shit!â His proud laughter dies down on his tongue as your pussy clenches on him, burying his face in your chest. He reaches his own orgasm after a couple of strokes, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his own noises.
The two of you sit there in silence, with mostly you trying to familiarize yourself with your surroundings. You had never cum that hard before, not with a man at least, and your face burns with the realization that you squirted on him.
âOh no, how am I going to clean that?â you donât even notice that Shujiâs pants are soiled as well, his cock still nestled in your pussy.
âI don't pay cleaners so I can grab a mop myself.âÂ
âWhat?â you furrow your eyebrows as you stare at him. âWhat do you mean?â
âDid I not tell ya?â
âHuh?â
 His voice dips lower as his grin stretches wider, âI own this club, doll.â
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| DEVIOUS LIES â Part two (8.790 words).
| Summary â Anon Request â When your friend asked you out for a drink, you didn't think much about it. Yet, maybe you should've, because that night ruined your life. It has been two years, and you can't stop think about what you lost. Your job, your friends, your lover, and even your mind was left in that motel room.
| Tags & warnings â Avenger!Natasha Romanoff x Avenger!Reader, AoS!OC x Avenger!Reader, Other Avengers, angst without comfort, cheating, mental health issues, suicidal ideations, self depreciation, mentions of SA&SH, manipulation, toxic relationship (OCxR), revenge porn, use of drugs.
| Author's notes â I don't know how I feel about that second part, i'm not sure i like it, but now it's written it costs me nothing to share. So here we are. I can just hope that I managed to convey, at least a little, the emotions I wanted to. And, most importantly, take care of yourself.
| MOODBOARD â ⧠â MASTERLIST â ⧠â TO SAY SOMETHING
| Part one. Part two. Part three. the scars in our hearts (bonus part).
Almost a year has gone by, and it means one thing: in a few weeks, itâs going to be Natasha's birthday, again. The woman is not sure how she feels about it. She never really had a birthday before she joined the Avengers, and despite the years that have passed since, she still feels a certain awkwardness at this time of the year. Especially as the boys tended to do too much.
She could only pretend to match their enthusiasm. A slight smile spreads across her face as she takes a sip from her drink, staying silent. She has been listening to her teammates talking about her birthdayâs party for almost half an hour now. She stopped trying to avoid it a long time ago, when she realized how much they enjoyed organizing this stupid party. She can deal with anything theyâre going to come up with if she gets to see their smiles in exchange. Her sentence wonât last more than a few hours, but the memories are going to stick with them for eternity, and it has no price.
"Wait, you know what?â someone asked. It was Clint, and by the mischievous smile on his face, the redhead already knew that she wouldn't appreciate the next words that are going to come out of his mouth. âI think we should have the mascot come over again," he added, his eyes not leaving hers. "What? It was funny to have a cartoon version of you running around," he defended himself when he saw her glance darkening.
"You know what? Do whatever you want," she mumbled, âitâs not as if you were asking for my opinion anyway,â she eventually gave in. Sometimes, you have to know how to pick your battles, and that is one she definitely cannot win, not when all the others seem to appreciate the idea.
"Thatâs such a great idea!â one exclaimed, and this time it was Peter Parker, âMr. Stark, do you think they would accept to come again?â he asked the man.
"Obviously!" Tony replied without an ounce of hesitation, laughing at the question. The man thought it was a stupid thing to ask, "she likes you too much to miss your birthday,â he explained, pointing at the redhead while saying those words. "What? She pretends itâs not true, but I know she is lying. I can see right through her and, believe me, sheâll be here," Â he explained when he noticed the confused looks of his teammates.
"Whoâs she?" a voice asked, cutting short to Tonyâs rambling. Thatâs the question that has been on everyoneâs minds, but that no one dared to ask out loud, except for one of them â And it hasnât been Natasha, it is Steve that spoke first.
On the contrary, the woman remained silent because she didnât need words to express herself, a silent conversation taking place between the billionaire and her through a simple glance. Even if she already has her suspicions, and is almost sure that she knows the answer to that question, she wants him to say it, refusing to believe it otherwise.
The moment she saw the box, she was intrigued by it, something drawing the woman to the small package that no one claimed as theirs. Itâs almost as if it came out of nowhere, no one knowing who left it here, or what may be inside the black box. At first, she thought it was some joke, but she knew they were being honest when saying they had nothing to do with the gift. And if she had expected a lot of things to be wrapped in the red ribbon, she definitely wasnât ready for a ghost from her past to emerge from it.
A quick glance before she suddenly closes the box again, thatâs all it took for the redhead to know who was behind that gift. The only thing she could think about was how â How did it happen without any of them noticing your presence? Despite the appearances, and the smile she was trying to keep on, the woman was shaken â Why would you do that, more than two years after your break up? Could it be that you are that desperate?
"Is everything okay?" Clint asked, being the only one to seem to notice a change in Natashaâs behavior. At least, everyone had enough restraint to not ask the question that burns their lips â Whatâs inside the box?
She wouldnât have answered if one of them had asked. She wouldnât even have opened the gift if she had known that it was from you, and thatâs probably why you left it on the table, avoiding giving it to her directly. Smart girl, she thought. At first sight, the woman couldnât tell it was coming from you but there was no doubt remaining once she saw the content â There is only one person on Earth that cares enough to give her such a gift. A person that constantly looks after her, guessing what the redhead wasnât telling.
A person that she used to love.Â
A person that couldnât be here, was she? The woman canât help but glance around but she canât find your face. What was she expecting anyway? To see you in the corner of the room with a bright smile and your arms open for her to throw herself in a hug? That was stupid, and so is the hint of hope she felt when she opened the box. The others told her many times she has to turn the page, but she doesnât seem ready to let you go. Even after two years, she is still craving your presence as much as before.
The thought of it puts to shame the redhead who knows she shouldnât hold on to the past, especially when the past in question has a pretty face and breaks her heart. Even after what youâve done to her, she has spent hours crying, praying for you to come back. Even after listening to the others assuring her that she deserves better, she couldnât forget how youâve always been the most caring, and strong, and beautiful person she has ever met in her life.Â
You werenât horrible. Were you?Â
Sometimes, she thinks you are a monster.Â
Sometimes, she thinks she is, for not listening to you that day.Â
That day, she let her anger speak for her, something she swore she would never do again. When she started to realize that, maybe, she shouldâve listened to your version of the events, it was too late. At the time, she couldnât bear to hear the sound of your voice or see your voice, but after two years, as the memory of it starts to fade away, she surprised herself to miss it.Â
Except that Fury had refused to tell her where you were. She tried to ask nicely, to beg, and even to threaten the man, but none of it worked. He said that you needed time, that youâll be back when you are ready, not before. Despite her frustration, the woman accepted it. After all, she is the one to blame, the one that puts herself in such a situation. She could only hold on to the fact that, one day, youâll be back. Right? As the days go by, the likelihood of ever seeing you again is gradually diminishing. Some nights, when she canât sleep, she stays up, eyes fixed on her laptopâs screen â Maybe she could give fate a helping hand? She knows she could find you easily. Yet, despite her urge to do it, she has always ended up closing her laptop without starting the research.Â
She has to trust Fury, she repeats to herself. Even if she sometimes disagrees with the man, even if itâs frustrating, she has to believe him when he says that you are safe.
Some other nights, all she can feel is anger, and hatred. The redhead is lost, and scared, again, something she never thought she would feel again the day you two met. What if it was true, and you really cheated on her? Then, you could do it again if she forgives you, because history always repeats itself, and you are no exception to the rules of the universe. She knows how people tend to promise a lot of things that they donât mean, especially when they are desperate, which is exactly what youâve been that day. She couldnât forget the look on your face when she dragged you out of the building, the despair in those bright eyes, glistening with tears. This is the only thing she can remember when she thinks about you. Not the good moments youâve shared, only the brutality of the end of your relationship.Â
You've abandoned her, and so did she.
It has been three since she last saw you, and almost a year since her birthday party, but the woman couldnât stop thinking about it. She didnât take the gift, leaving the jewelry in the box, and the box on a shelf. She hasn't touched it since. How could she when just the sight of it was already too much to bear?
Every day, when she wakes up, it is one of the first things she sees, and one of the last when she goes to sleep. If it doesnât feel right to the woman to take the gift, it doesnât feel right to throw it in the bin either, so it stayed here as a constant reminder of what she has done. Every time she thinks she is finally over it, the box rekindles her doubts. There are some things she canât quite understand about the situation, and why you would give her such a gift, two years after she kicked you out, is one of them.
Maybe it was a poisoned gift. Maybe it was a sick trick to make her feel guilty, a way to get her to crawl back to you. Beside these possibilities, she couldnât think of any others that were likely, and she was afraid to admit that your plan was working. The box was a permanent reminder of your existence, something she couldnât get herself to give away because of those dumb feelings she was experiencing. Somehow, she was holding on to that last piece of your years together after she threw away everything else with the help of the team.
The pictures, the clothes, the gifts, even your favorite cutlery has been burned a few days after you left them. It is almost as if youâve never stepped a foot into the building, as if youâve never existed. The woman was fine with the idea of pretending that nothing happened â She was fine with the idea of erasing every remaining part of your relationship.
Except that black box. It is stupid how she hangs onto that last proof of the relationship she once had with you. She had burned everything, but she couldnât get herself to do the same with that gift. Maybe because she knew that she could never erase you completely from her life. She surely could pretend, it is a game she is really good at, but you would always be on the back of her mind because memories don't go away as easily as objects do.
Since she had opened the box, doubt had been creeping inside of her â What if? What if she has been wrong the whole time? What if she should have listened to you? Give you a second chance? That day, her reaction had been dictated by anger and hatred, feelings that still inhabit her soul, but have faded over the years. For two years, she had been sure that she made the right choice â At least, thatâs what everyone kept telling the woman, and she listened to their comforting words.
But since she opened the box, she was no longer sure of anything. She wasnât the one that wanted you gone in the first place. She surely needed a bit of space before being able to talk with you properly, but only a few days, maybe a few weeks, not two years, and definitely not more than that. That little box only worsened her doubt because who would be desperate enough to still cling to the person they betrayed, years after the events? A person truly in love. She had kept her doubts for herself before that day. If she is almost sure of the identity of the person who gave her the box, because there is only one person on that planet that cares enough to gift her something so meaningful, there are still a lot of questions to which she doesnât have the answers â For example, how did you manage to sneak into the building without everyone knowing? She now knows that someone knew the whole time.
âTell me,â she firmly asked the man, leaving little room for discussion.
No one pointed out the thing he has said about the mascot, the subject of the conversation quickly changed after that. Except, while they were talking about which flavor the cake should be, Natasha could think of nothing but Tonyâs words â âShe likes you too much to miss your birthdayâ, âshe pretends itâs not true but I know she is lying.â So when everyone eventually decided to go back to their rooms, around two in the morning, she stayed a bit longer in the common room in hope of getting some information.
âSorryy, I canât, I donât know anything,â the man replied, indifferent to her tone, âanything at all,â he repeated, chuckling like a child who has done something wrong.Â
The woman sighs, pinching her nose as she takes a deep breath, trying to not lash out her frustration on the man. The conversation isnât exactly going the way she had hoped, Tony refusing to answer her question no matter how many times she has already asked. She even tried to blackmail him, but he was persistent in pretending that he didnât know anything. When he almost falls on the ground trying to get a few steps back, it has been the last straw for the woman. Gladly, someone entered the room before she could hit him so hard that it would have sobered him in an instant.
"Is everything okay?" the voice asked, and both of them immediately shut up to turn their heads toward the woman who just entered the room, Astrid. She is leaning in the doorway, her gaze alternating between Tony and Natasha.
She hates her. Not as much as she hates you, but she still feels resentful toward the agent. When she smiles, when she speaks, even when she is just here, existing, the woman canât help but hate her from the depths of her heart. Gladly, she rarely sees her, as an agent of the S.H.I.E.L.D., she is only around when they have outstanding missions. If Natasha had a choice, she wouldâve thrown her away with you that day.Â
"She wants me to admit that her girlfriend was the one in the costume," he immediately replied, "but sshht, we canât let her know that!" he added, holding his index finger in front of his mouth for a few seconds before leaving the room giggling.Â
"I know what happened," she eventually said when she noticed that Natasha was about to leave after a few seconds when they glanced at each other in silence. "Th- That night, in the motel room~," she added, her voice being hesitant. Those words made the redhead stop in her tracks.
"If you're about to rub in my face how you've ruined my life, you can shut up," she immediately cut her, not wanting to listen to the woman, not if itâs to tell her about how she fucked the woman she loves. Her voice was full of anger, just like the murderous look in her eyes. The only thing that prevented the woman from immediately leaving the room was the thing she saw in the otherâs eyes. Her attitude betrayed her emotions, a mix of guilt, sadness, and shame, which aroused her curiosity.Â
With a nod, she ordered her to continue.
That morning, as many others, you are woken up by your girlfriendâs gentle touches, her fingers slowly tracing circles on your stomach. A hum of satisfaction escapes your lips before your turn around, nuzzling your head further into the crook of her neck.
How could you have known it would be the last time? How could you have possibly guessed that the routine youâve got used to would be broken so quickly?
Every morning, it is the same thing, and while the former spy has no problems getting up early, you definitely canât say the same for yourself. She is always awake before you are and, even if she had never admitted it, you are sure that she takes a few minutes to observe your sleeping form. She loves seeing you so peaceful and calm, being able to have a glimpse of your face without those worry lines, without the marks of your anxieties.Â
She is always the one who wakes you up, and you wouldnât have it any other way. There is no better way to start a day than Natashaâs sweet words and caresses. Itâs her fault if you never want to get out of bed, wishing every morning that you could stay in that bed, next to her, for the rest of your life. Sometimes, you suggest that you tell the others you are sick, just to spend a day together, but she just laughs, dismissing your idea.
But all the good things must come to an end, right?
"It's time to get up, milaya," she softly said in your ear, her breath tickling your skin, "Astrid won't be happy if you are late again," she added when the only answer you gave her was a groan of discontent.
"They won't say anything if I am late once, it's okay", you mumbled, her words not being enough to convince you to leave the comfort of her arms.Â
Especially when you realize that there is nothing to get excited about the day ahead of you, in perspective, only hours spent in an office, listening to men who think they know everything better than you do. Today, you are supposed to attend an important meeting alongside Astrid, and you still donât know why you volunteered. The thought of the paperwork and the efforts that you will have to put in pretending that you are actually happy to be here definitely donât worth your pay.
Except that youâve lied to Natasha, and she knows it. This is definitely not the first time that you are being late, it happens almost every day, to the point that the day you are in time can probably be counted on your hands. Gladly, when you are coming in the S.H.I.E.L.D.âs quarters, it's Astrid whoâs your supervisor, and she appears to also be your best friend. Most of the time, she is kind enough to accept to close her eyes on your delays. Today, you came in only ten minutes late, and the woman was somehow impressed, expecting you to be later than that.
âYouâre late, again,â she replied, obviously waiting for an excuse that you don't have. She would know if you are lying to her, and you don't have the energy for that kind of game today, and you could see that the woman neither. She was starting to get tired of every day starting with the same bullshit coming from your mouth.
âI am so, so, sorry,â you said to her for what may be the tenth time since youâve entered the office. She is walking fast, and you are trying to catch up with the black-haired woman, who is also your superior within the S.H.I.E.L.D. âPlease, donât tell Fury,â you begged, but all she did was roll her eyes, and give you a file when you eventually reached her office. You quickly glanced at it before closing it again, your attention focused on the woman, âAstrid, I am serious. He is going to give me more paperwork if you do. Or worse. Imagine if he forces me to train the new recruits, you know I canât do that again. Please, âŚ,â you added, looking at her imploringly.
âAnd what do I have in exchange?â she sighed, turning around to look at you, one eyebrow raised. Despite her serious expression, you know she was trying to not laugh. She may be your boss, but above all she is your friend, and you both know that she would never tell Fury about your delays. Even if she has threatened you to do so a few times in the past, she has never actually done it. Yet, this time she felt like she needed something in exchange, she had covered for you enough time for free, and you were happy to thank your friend with whatever she may want.
âAnything you want!â you replied, desperate but no less honest.Â
âTonight, after work, you pay me a drink, deal?â she asked after pretending to think for a few seconds. In reality, she already knew what she wanted from you. She has thought about asking you out since the moment you met, something youâve never noticed, always reducing her to the role of a friend, and not keeping up on the clues she was leaving you. Tonight, however, she will be clearer than she has ever been.
âDeal!â you immediately said, accepting the proposal without thinking twice about it. "Thank you. Thank you so, so much. You are the best," you added, kissing your friend on the cheek before leaving the room quickly, a sight that made the woman chuckle.
It is a deal that makes you both happy. You have met Astrid at the Academy, when you were both trainees that dreamed of joining the S.H.I.E.L.D. without even knowing if you were good enough for that. The two of you quickly became close â Thatâs the kind of thing that happens where you are the only two females of your promotion. Either you hate each other over your dead bodies, or you grow so close that you become inseparable.Â
Except that, since you've both achieved your dreams and joined S.H.I.E.L.D, something changed in your relationship. It wasnât your fault, nor hers, that you had less time to see each other, your jobs taking a lot of your time and energy. Then you've been assigned on a long-term mission with the Avengers, and youâve spent less time at the S.H.I.E.L.D.âs quarters despite still working for the organization. Then you've met Natasha, and you feel like youâve slightly grown apart from each other after youâve announced to her your new relationship. On the whole, you had less time to spend with your best friend, and the promises to make up for the lost time have never been kept, not until today. That deal was the perfect occasion to spend a bit of time together outside of the office work.
You both really hoped that this night would make things back as they were before.
"You know, I love her," she confessed to the redhead, her voice being barely louder than a whisper as she felt tears filling her eyes. "Since the day we met, I have loved her. That's what I told her, that night, when we went out," she admitted, and Natasha felt her heart pounding in her chest, her hands were shaking with apprehension, âbut she rejected me. She loves you so much, too much," she sadly chuckled, but the redhead felt no relief when she heard those words because they were not explaining the pictures. She can't cry, not now, not in front of that woman.
"Continue," she ordered, feeling that the woman had more to say than that. She already knew that Astrid loved you, you may be the only one that hadn't seen it, or maybe you were pretending, or maybe you were blinded by your love for Natasha.
"I didn't plan to do that, you know," she started, carefully looking at the spy, "but I was so desperate that night, and I-," she said, except she was unable to finish her sentence, the words stuck in her throat.
The past three years, she had kept the truth a secret. At first, she thought it was better that way. The woman was ashamed of her actions, and she was relieved when heard that youâve been transferred to another department, and she thought that her secret would be safe. Except that, if everyone acted as if youâve never existed, her mind didnât allow her to forget. Every hour of every day, you were in her mind, and the longer she thought about that night, the biggesther guilt became, until the burden was too heavy to bear. Tonight, hearing them argue about you, has been the last straw.
âWhat did you do?â she asked, sensing that something was wrong. She didnât like the feeling that was creeping inside of her, âwhat. did. you. do.?â she asked once again, but more firmly that time, when the other didnât immediately answer her question. As she saw the hesitation, she reduced the distance between them in a second, her hand gripping the collar of Astridâs shirt that she pins to the wall abruptly, âtell me. Now,â she insisted as the interaction only reinforced the bad feeling she had.
That morning, unlike the others, you woke up alone. There havenât been the gentle caresses of your girlfriend to wake you up, nor her sweet words to coax you into getting up. No, that day, it was only yourself, draped into the cold sheets, and it felt so strange, the silence and the loneliness of the room. Sadly, it has not been the exception youâve wished it would be, but only the first of too many mornings like that.
In the sleepy state you were in, it took you a few seconds to realize that something was wrong, and almost a minute before you noticed that you werenât home. You couldnât even recognize the place you were in, only knowing that it looked like a hotel, a shitty one if you might say. The room was small, simple, and not-so-comfortable. There was something in the ambience that gave you an uneasy feeling about the whole thing, but you were unable to say what it was exactly.
Your head is throbbing, and you are definitely feeling nauseous, but you know thatâs not the problem. Your physical distress isnât the cause of the weight on your chest, the one that makes your breath aching, itâs something else that your mind canât comprehend yet. Itâs all these inconsistencies. The missing memories of last night, the unknown room, the fact that you are alone,... you donât remember drinking that much last night. You may not be the most responsible person that planet has known, but you know how to handle yourself. Usually.Â
Could you have possibly drunk that much?Â
The day has barely started, but you already know it is going to be a rough one. If only you knew how right you were, maybe you would have taken a few more hours of sleep, enjoying the comfortable peace of your old life a bit longer before joining the chaos. Yet, you had no means to guess that your day would go that way.Â
It's a note left on the bedside table that answered all your questions, easing some of the worries that were creeping inside of you. Someone has written the following words : âCouldnât get you home because of how drunk you were. donât worry about being late today, I wonât tell Fury. however, had to go on a mission, be careful when you go home. I left you a bit of money, it should be enough to pay for the room and an Uber. Love you.â The message might not have been signed, but you can easily recognize Astridâs handwriting. A smile spreads across your lips as you are reassured, the situation not being as bad as your mind made it look.
Some memories of last night flew back in your mind, but itâs only a glimpse of what happened, a lot of the events staying unknown to yourself. The last thing you can remember is the conversation you had with Astrid, when she admitted that she loved you and you replied that you too, thinking she meant as friends because you couldnât see her any other way, not when you were already engaged in a relationship. The rest of the exchange is confused, and you are not sure whatâs real and what has been made up by alcohol. Even today, you are still not sure.Â
Maybe youâve really drunk too much that night.
Knowing that youâve been with Astrid the whole time was reassuring, and you are no longer as bothered by the absence of memories. For a moment, you thought you'd been kidnapped by some weird man. As you regain your composure, your thoughts become clearer and you decide that the first thing you should do is to send a message to your girlfriend. She must be so worried, and your heart aches at the thought that you might be a source of problem for the woman you love.
It is not your kind to not keep your promises, and youâve told her you would be home last night. It is not your kind either to not answer her messages or calls. In reality, you are quite the opposite, always sending her hundreds of messages when you are out with your friends. The only reason she hasnât got after you is because she knew you were with Astrid, and she trusted you. However, the sweet messages are going to have to wait because, when you try to turn your phone on, you only encounter a black screen, a sign that youâve run out of battery. Obviously, your friend didnât think to leave you a charger.
You sigh, admitting your defeat. Shaking your phone surely wonât change the situation. For the moment, there is nothing more you can do, except hoping that Natasha wonât be too angry. As you are getting ready, your mind is focused on how to earn the redheadâs forgiveness â Maybe you could stop to buy her some flowers? You hate it, when the two of you are arguing. It doesnât happen a lot, but itâs never pretty, and the mere thought that it might happen was already hurting.
As you definitely couldnât go back to the compound by yourself, not knowing how far you were and being in a pitiful state, you decided to use the money left by Astrid to call a cab, as she instructed you to do. Itâs not before you enter the car that you realize how late you actually were. It is almost one in the afternoon, and if you are not an early riser, like your girlfriend who is always up by six at the latest, you rarely get up after ten.
It has been a thirty minutes drive back to the compound, and the whole time you were thinking about two things: taking a shower, and leaning into your girlfriendsâ arms. You are so exhausted, physically and mentally, that youâve decided to skip work today â You were already so late that it wouldnât make a big difference anyway. The journey was long, and those thirty minutes felt like hours.Â
Soon enough, you started to suffocate into your own mind, then skin. You felt so sweaty, and dirty, that it quickly became unbearable. Maybe it was the effects of the alcohol, or maybe because youâve slept in a seedy motel, but the only thing you wanted was to get rid of the clothes you were wearing and the uncomfortable state you were in as soon as possible.
When you enter the compound, you find it empty, and so is the room you are sharing with the woman. If you frown, you donât think much about it. If the building is rarely empty, it sometimes happens when emergencies are called. A whine escapes your lips as you realize that, if itâs true, they are going to be mad at you for not being here when they needed it. You can already feel your mind losing itself to self-hatred thoughts, as you mutter to yourself how stupid you are. You are going to need more than a few flowers to earn their forgiveness. The fact that JARVIS confirmed that everyone was at the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s quarters didnât, you would have preferred to hear that they went to the restaurant without you rather than that.
Tears brimming your eyes, you quickly put your phone to charge. It is only when you get out of the shower, twenty minutes later, that you saw the missed calls and messages from Natasha. The most recent ones were sent a few minutes ago. There were too many of them for you to take time to read everything so you just sent her a quick text that said: âsorry, my battery was dead, and I couldnât answer your calls. Iâll explain everything, I promise. see you soon. love you.â A message she saw but she didnât answer, which is unusual and an obvious hint of how angry she probably is.
Despite your decision to not work today, you still end up in the S.H.I.E.L.D.âs quarters. You are almost running in the corridors, going to the meeting room where you find your girlfriend, and the rest of the Avengers. When you stumble into the room, a deadly silence descends. None of them greeted you, and the only reaction you got was Furyâs nod when you started mumbling excuses for your late arrival. While your eyes immediately landed on the redhead, she didnât glance at you once of the entire meeting. The sight made your heart sink. You love her, but you have to admit that the spy is scary when she has that stern expression on her face, one that leaves no room for discussion.
The safest decision was to sit on the furthest chair, leaving her space until you get the opportunity to explain yourself. Something that you hadn't had a chance to do before a few more hours, when you stumbled into her in the corridors. You have been lost in your mind, having a hard time focusing on your work. Earlier, when the meeting ended, she immediately left the room, not leaving you a chance to exchange a word with her, and it has been bugging you since.
âPlease, wait,â you said, already begging the woman. When she heard your voice, she stopped, allowing you to gently grab at her arm so she didn't go. She could, if she wanted to, and a part of her did want to run away, but the rest of her knows that this conversation canât be avoided. âListen, I- I am sorry,â you started once you were sure she was willing to listen to your excuses, âI should have warned you, but I couldnât, my phoneâs battery was dead and, and- honestly? I don't remember much of what happened last night. All I know is that once was enough. It won't happen again,â you chuckled sadly. When you woke up that morning, you promised to yourself that it was the last time you drank that much. A promise you kept, and three years later, you still havenât touched a bottle of alcohol. âI promise, 'tasha. Please, don't be mad at me for that, or at least tell me how I can make up for my mistake,â you said, and the woman knew she had heard enough.
âSeriously?â she scoffed, breaking free of your grip. âI canât believe you are that stupid,â she said, as she started to walk away. But if she didnât want to hear the sound of your voice any more, you, however, werenât done yet.
"I know Iâve made a mistake, but I am fine, isnât it the most important?â you asked, starting to follow. Except that, when she heard your steps in her back, she accelerated her pace. âI promise to be more careful next time but, you know, I can handle myself for one night. Well, I might have drunk a bit too much, but Astrid was wi~,â you tried to explain, except she cut short your ramblings. To say, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but the woman quickly cut you. She scoffed again, in disbelief this time.
"You are really stupid, aren't you?â she said, stopping in her tracks, and you almost ran into her, surprised by her sudden stop. A few more seconds passed before she turned around to face you, her posture matching her stern expression. âDo you think I don't know what happened last night, with Astrid? Do you really think I wouldnât have known the truth?â she added, taking a step forward for every question she asked, and you took one back every time, until your back hit the walls. You would certainly have found the situation hot if she didnât look like she was about to murder you.
âW- what?â you said, âyou are mad because I went out with a friend. Thatâs the problem? Astrid is the problem?" you snapped, starting to feel frustrated about the whole situation.Â
You are tired, and the only thing youâve wanted to do since you opened your eyes that morning â Throwing yourself in your girlfriendâs arms â was impossible to do. You hadnât expected the woman to give you such a hard time. You knew she could be jealous sometimes, youâve already had arguments about that in the past, but youâve always been understanding because you know that her jealousy isnât caused by a lack of trust. This feeling is fuelled by her own insecurities and past. Except that, that time, it was too much. The way she wouldn't listen to your excuses is seriously hitting on your nerves.
"Don't you dare to lie to me,â she said. For a moment, you thought she was going to hit you, but she took a step back before she could do that. She was angry too, taking deep breaths in an attempt to ease the feeling. âI trusted you,â she eventually added but her tone was different â The anger left her voice, replaced by pain. âI trusted you and, most importantly, I loved you,â she whispered, turning around to see you one last time. âAfter everything I have done for you, I can't believe that's how you are thanking me. You know, I really thought you were different, better," she laughed, trying very hard to not throw you against the walls or worse, to cry. The most insufferable was the look in your eyes, the false innocence. She was tired of pretending, she had given you enough chances to tell her the truth, âbut youâre not,â but now, she was done trying.
That is the last time the two of you talked. The next time youâve seen her, she hasnât been kind enough to let you have a chance to explain things. She was done trying, and so were you. The last words she said are still ringing in your head, even years later. Maybe if you'd chased her once again that day, things would have ended differently, but you havenât moved. You couldnât, petrified by the conversation that just took place, you have just watched the redhead walking away without glancing back.
Itâs only when you enter the break room that you understand the whole conversation you had with Natasha. No one was here, but the walls had been covered with pictures of yourself. At first, you thought it was a prank from your teammatesâ but the pictures were all but innocent. You felt your heart sink when you took down one of the photos to get a closer look at it, and tears in your eyes when you realized that you were nude in those.
It was you, in bed, with Astrid. Your face doesnât entirely show but you can easily recognize yourself and the bed youâve woken up in that morning. There were dozens of different pictures, but all showed similar scenes: your bodies against each other as you are obviously sharing an intimate moment. Something that you should only share with one person on that Earth. A person that is definitely not Astrid.Â
Except that the more you look at those pictures, the more foreign they feel. You are sure you are the one in the pictures, but you are still unable to remember what happened. Slowly, doubt creeps into your heart â Did you drink that much last night?Â
So much that you betrayed the woman you swore to love until the sun dies?Â
You feel tears welling up in your eyes. You are suddenly overwhelmed by a bunch of emotions that you canât describe, but that are definitely not pleasant. It is a mix of confusion, anger, guilt, and disgust. The pictures speak for themselves, and they leave little room for doubt about what you were doing â And you were surely not just sleeping. The woman was on top of you, her mouth closed to your neck, maybe she was leaving soft kisses against your skin, maybe she was whispering sweet things in your ears, you donât know. But the thing you were focused on was her hand hidden by the sheets, leaving only your imagination to complete the scene. It wasnât the only picture of that kind: they were all picturing similar scenes. You can easily understand her rage and hatred earlier because you are now sharing those feelings with your girlfriend, just for different reasons.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" a voice said, pulling out of your mind. It was Astrid, who just entered the room. She glanced around before looking back at you, a sad smile spreading on her lips when she notices the tears that are soaking your face. and you saw Astrid entering the room. She looks around, a sorry look on her face. "I am sorry,â she started, and you could feel she was looking for the right thing to say, âI- I sent the pictures to the wrong person. When I realized, I tried to explain to Romanoff but, well⌠you know how she is,â she explained, shrugging as if she was trying to make you believe she had actually tried to, âshe wouldn't listen to me, and they- they did that before I could stop them. It doesnât please me either," she added, reminding you that you werenât the only one suffering from the situation. Except she seemed to deal with the situation better than you do. As she talked, she slowly walked closer to you, accompanying each of her sentences with a few steps forward until she was close enough to wrap you in her arms.Â
You didnât get the energy to push her away.
"Did we.. ?" you asked, but your voice broke before you could finish your sentence. It felt too difficult to say those words out loud â âDid we hook up? Did I cheat on Natasha?â But the woman doesnât need the words to be said, she seems to read in your mind the end of your sentence.
"Of course we did, what kind of question is that?" she replied, frowning. She seems to be surprised by your question. For a second, the hand that was slowly caressing the back of your head stopped. The woman pulled back a little, just so she could see your face. "Why? Do you regret it?" she asked, and for an instant she seemed to be genuinely worried about your reaction, "because you didn't seem to last night, when you cried my name,..." she whispered in your ear. You could feel her breath tickling your skin but it wasnât a pleasant feeling, unlike when Natasha does it.
Everything felt so much. Her voice, her touch, her presence so close to you, was now unbearable. As she remembers the night youâve spent, a soft smirk spreads on her lips, but you are definitely not sharing her feelings. âOf course we did.â The words loop back into your mind, it seeps in like a poison that quickly takes over your whole being. Soon, you are paralyzed by an awful feeling. It hurts, but at the same time you are not sure you are actually feeling something, your body and mind feeling so foreign to you â If you wanted it, why does it feel so wrong?
At that moment, if you had been able to move, you would have ripped your ears off just so you wouldnât hear her voice any more, and maybe you would have done the same with your skin. It felt like the only way to get rid of your overwhelming feelings. Suddenly, the reassuring touch of your best friend made you feel gross, and so do her sweet words â But if she said that you did it, and wanted it, then it must be true, right?
You have seen the pictures, they are in your hands, right under your eyes. You can see yourself betraying the woman you love and in those, you really don't give the impression that you didnât want to. On the contrary.
"No, no, it- it's not that, itâs justâŚ," you eventually managed to say, but you are hesitating and unsure of yourself. There are too many thoughts and words clouding your head, so many ways you could react and yet, none of what you could say or do felt right. "Itâs just that I donât even remember last night,â you admitted, feeling ashamed about it, âI mean, did we- you know,... for real?" you asked softly but you were not even listening to Astridâs answer, the question was more for yourself in reality. "Sorry, I have to go, see you later", you said, interrupting the woman. Somehow, you regained control over your body, just enough to push the other away and leave the room. You are not sure where you are going, but as far from that room as you can is already a good start.
That's where she found you when she came home that night, sitting on the bathroom's floor, the pictures in your hands.
Your hand is still wrapped tightly around the pictures, but you didnât notice it. Not before being back home, in the room you are sharing with Natasha â Or were sharing, you thought, unsure about how the situation would unfold. It may be the last time you set a foot in that room that has been your safe place for months. Before you could completely break down, you decided to take a shower, thinking that, maybe, the steaming water would be enough to ease your mind. You took two showers. Then three, then four, and maybe more. You canât be sure, youâve stopped counting. All you knew was that it hasnât been enough to get rid of the uneasy feelings and thoughts. Youâve scrubbed yourself until your skin was so sensitive that even the touch of the towel has been painful â But maybe you deserved it.
The rest of the day is a blur, and you are not sure what time it is. Youâve spent hours on the bathroomâs floor, your left hand clenched around the picture while the right one was holding the towel. Your head was so empty, but so full at the same time. Thatâs how she found you when she came home that night, and if she had been tempted to wrap you in her arms when she saw your pitiful state, the conversation she just had with the others discouraged her to do so â You didnât deserve her pity. They are right when they say that you are not the victim: you are the one that cheated on her, and she needs to be firm, stern. You knew how hard it is for the woman to trust someone and yet, you still broke the fate she had put in you after years of making her dream of a better future.
"Oh, so you remember now?" she coldly said to you when she entered the room. You didnât move, not even your eyes to look at her, but if you did, you would have seen that the woman was leaning in the doorway with her arms crossed. Maybe you would have also seen that her coldness was only a facade, and that she was as close as you were from breaking down.Â
You stayed silent, unable to say anything. The words were stuck in your clenched throat, and they arenât feeling right anyway â How could you defend yourself when you didn't even know what happened exactly? Plus, you werenât even sure there was something to defend, the pictures speaking for themselves. Even when she started packing your belongings, you didnât move. For you to move, she had to grab your arm and drag you all the way outside the Avengersâs building by herself.Â
She needed you gone, and everyone agreed that it was only for the best. At least for a few weeks, just the time for things to calm down. Thatâs what she came to announce. The few words that left your mouth were useless, your pleas falling in deaf ears: the decision had already been made, and the sentence was irrevocable. The woman is done with your bullshit. She is done with you, and so you are.
"The pictures, they- they aren't real," she eventually admitted, her voice being barely louder than a whisper as she unburdens herself of this old secret. âI mean, th- they are, but itâs a staging. Nothing happened between us, she- hm, loves you too much to give you away,â she continued, tears filling her eyes as she talks, her voice wavering a little more with each word. "She isn't even conscious in these," she continued when the spy didnât react. If the black-haired woman thought it was because the other was listening, it was because she didnât know how to react.
The weight of what she had done left her shoulder, and it was now lingering in the room, where the air was suddenly thick, and almost unbreathable. Natasha felt a weight in her chest that made each breath harder than the previous one. Overcome by surprise, she had let go of the other, stepping back a few steps. Her thoughts were racing, numerous and contradictory, they werenât coherent enough to allow how to respond in any way. She needed to do something, but she didnât know what.
âI- I donât know why I did that. It wasnât me, that night, you know that, right? That I would usually never ever do something like that,â she started to defend herself when she saw the look on Natashaâs face, âI was so angry, and disappointed, when she refused. I have given her everything since we met, and yet you are the one she chose. I thought that, maybe, with a bit of time she would eventually realize her mistake, ⌠but I was so wrong,â she sighed, and the redhead could see the remnants of that anger in her attitude. A clenching jaw and fists, accompanied with firm words that left no doubt about the resentment she held towards her, and towards you. âThat night, I- I wasnât myself. Weâve already had a few drinks and, you know, it doesnât mix well with emotions,â she continued, and the woman could feel her anger rising with every word the other spoke. âAll I could think about was getting revenge. I wanted to show her she was wrong, that I had so much more to offer than she thought. I wanted her to change her mind, to see me for more than just a friend,â she admitted, her voice being just a whisper as she says the last sentence. âI never thought it would end this way, I swear, youâve to believe me, Natasha,â and to forgive me. She didnât say the last words out loud, but she doesnât need to, her eyes are speaking for herself.
Only, when her gaze met the redheadâs, she didnât see in her eyes the compassion she had been expecting, only pure hatred, an emotion that had quickly replaced the initial surprise. Not even a word was addressed to her as the other left the room, leaving her alone to dry her tears.
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| Part one. Part two. Part three. the scars in our hearts (bonus part).
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hii i got a request for a luke castellan ficđ¤
so i thought of it the other day.. what if its during a capture the flag game but reader and luke get carried away with yk.. making out or smth and they get caught !
do what you want with it, i just thought it could be cuteđ
Friends With Benefits - Luke Castellan
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â°ââĄâ° Stoppp I love this so muchâĄ
â§Ë*°ŕż*â§.âYou and Luke have always been close friends, but lately, things have been a little⌠complicated. You're not quite dating, but you're not just friends either. Stolen kisses here and there, moments where the line between friendship and something more starts to blur. â§. â
The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. You were supposed to be patrollingâLuke was supposed to be patrollingâbut instead, you were backed against the rough bark of a tree, his lips brushing against yours in a way that sent your thoughts spiraling into chaos.
âLuke,â you mumbled between kisses, though you made no effort to stop him. âWeâre going to get caught.â
He pulled back slightly, his face so close that his breath warmed your skin. His smirk was maddeningly cocky, the kind that made you simultaneously want to shove him and kiss him again. âRelax,â he said, his voice low and full of amusement. âYou worry too much.â
âYou donât worry enough,â you shot back, your hands resting awkwardly on his chest, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
Luke just chuckled, leaning in again, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth before moving to trail down your jaw. âItâs adorable how you think anyoneâs paying attention to us right now.â
You were about to retort whenâ
âLuke Castellan.â
The sharp voice cut through the quiet of the woods like a blade. Your head snapped toward the source of the sound, and your stomach dropped. Annabeth.
She stood a few feet away, arms crossed and a look of utter disbelief etched on her face. For once, her calculating gaze wasnât directed at some strategic move in Capture the Flagâit was pinned squarely on the two of you.
âOh gods,â you muttered under your breath, stepping away from Luke so fast you nearly tripped over a root.
Luke, on the other hand, didnât seem the least bit fazed. He leaned casually against the tree, his arms crossed over his chest, and gave Annabeth his most infuriating grin. âHey, Annabeth,â he said, as if sheâd just caught him skipping chores and not...well, this.
ââHey, Annabeth?ââ she repeated, her voice rising slightly. Her eyes flicked between you and Luke, her expression a mix of shock, confusion, and something that looked suspiciously like secondhand embarrassment. âWhat the hell was that?â
You opened your mouth to explainâor maybe apologizeâbut no sound came out. Your face was burning so hot you were sure it could rival Apolloâs chariot.
âWe were just...uh...â Luke began, his grin widening as he glanced at you.
âDonât,â Annabeth interrupted, holding up a hand. âDonât even try to explain.â
Luke shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. âAlright, if you insist.â
âLuke!â you hissed, swatting his arm.
âWhat?â he said, feigning innocence. âIâm not lying. She told me not to explain.â
Annabeth groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. âI cannot believe this. You two are supposed to be best friends.â
âWe are,â Luke said, the casual tone in his voice almost convincing.
âBest friends donât...â Annabeth gestured vaguely between the two of you, clearly at a loss for words.
You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear forever. âThis isnâtâitâs notââ
âNot what it looked like?â Annabeth supplied, raising an eyebrow.
You nodded furiously, though you werenât entirely sure what you were agreeing to.
Luke, ever the opportunist, slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. âCome on, Annabeth,â he said, his tone light and teasing. âCanât two best friends share a kiss now and then without it being a big deal?â
âNo!â Annabeth snapped, her face incredulous. âNo, they canât!â
âWell,â Luke said, his smirk practically glowing in the dark, âguess we missed the memo.â
Annabeth threw her hands up in frustration. âYouâre both unbelievable.â She turned on her heel and stalked back toward the creek, muttering something about idiocy and never being able to unsee things.
As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Luke, your jaw dropping. âWhat is wrong with you?â
âNothing,â he said, his expression far too pleased with himself. âThat went better than I expected.â
âBetter?â you repeated, your voice a mix of disbelief and mortification. âSheâs never going to let us live this down.â
âProbably not,â Luke agreed, his grin softening into something almost fond as he looked at you. âBut hey, at least now you know what you're dealing with.â
âAnd what exactly am dealing with?â you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.
Lukeâs gaze flicked briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again. âA best friend who doesnât play by the rules.â
You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. âYouâre insufferable.â
âAnd yet, here you are,â he teased, leaning in just enough that your noses brushed.
You shoved him lightly, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. âCome on,â you said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in the direction of the creek. âLetâs actually do our job before we get caught again.â
âWhatever you say, best friend,â he said, his laughter echoing through the trees as he followed you.
â§. â âSend requests! :)
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Captain Marvel doesnât know what a normal death is
(TW: mentions of death, brief mentions of murder gang violence)
No but really if you ask a street rat, literal living lighting, a bunch of ancient immortal people and a really wise king from a bajillion years ago, why would a reasonable answer be an option?
Like Billy thinks that if youâre 60 one of your feet are in the grave. Why? Because that was the life expectancy in the 50s. He's also homeless so heâs already more exposed to crime anyway, I wouldnât doubt he thinks death by âminding someone elseâs businessâ is common enough to be recorded as such in its own category and not murder. Also, he literally fights supervillains who try to kill him everyday? His view is skewed so much, that the damage might be irreversible. đ
Moving on, Marvel is literally sentient magic. They canât die, and if they can itâs not a thing thatâs very easy to come by. The amount of work it takes to even do the equivalent of a paper cut is excessive, the concept of them dying would take a lot to set in. And they are a lost cause when it comes to knowing what a normal death is. The only ânormalâ deaths theyâve really paid attention to are the deaths of the ChampionsâŚand none of them had anything close to a normal death. (One of them literally gets hacked in two đ)
The acronym; do I even have to explain? All of them besides Solomon, Heracles and Achilles literally havenât died. And literally no hero in Greek mythology dies normally. Solomon is the only one whoâs died of natural and normal causes, but he was alive in the BCE. That is a long time ago.
Now, Combine all of them together and what do you get? Captain Marvel: someone who does not have a correct interpretation of typical death!
This would probably concern others around them. Especially the JL, because I feel like Captain would mention this randomly.
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(Green Lantern [Hal] and Captain Marvel were sent to investigate a crime scene together and they stumble upon the body.)
Captain Marvel: AwâŚseems like their time came. (Captainâs got a sympathetic but large smile.)
Green Lantern (looking down at the stabbed body): Um, Cap?
Captain: Itâs a shame. But I guess nothing could be doneâŚ
Lantern: Captain, they were stabbed???
Captain: Oh, I know. Happens to the best of people, right?
Lantern: Uh âNo? Captain this isâŚworrying??
Captain: Theyâre in a better place now. Maybe.. âşď¸
â
(Theyâre now back at the watchtower for a debrief, but it somehow turned into Batman questioning Captain Marvel.)
Batman: Captain can you explain why the body was not concerning to you?
(Batmanâs staring at Captain intensely.)
Captain (confused smiling): âŚbecause there was nothing to worry about?
Batman (raising an eyebrow): Why?
Captain (hesitant): Because thereâs probably not a serial killer or whatever running around? They killed an insider, it was gang violence.
Batman: How were you sure?
(Captain looks up to the side like their remembering before shrugging)
Captain: âŚOh, Iâve seen similar bodies like that before.
â
(This occurrence is reason #5738 on why Captain Marvel cannot interact with civilians. But in Captainâs defense, how was Billy supposed to know lifespans updated?)
Captain Marvel (pointing at an âoldâ lady): Oh, sheâs 62?
Citizen: Yeah?
Captain (sympathetic): Oh. Itâs good sheâs still on her feet though.
Citizen: What?
Captain: Sheâs thriving for her age, right?
Citizen: CâCaptain Marvel, sheâs 60 not 99. She just retired.
Captain (confused): Really? Why would they have her working so long if sheâs nearing the end? (The lady turns around with this expression on her face: đ)
Citizen: Because she wanted to?? Captain are you ageist?
Captain (never heard that word a day in his life): Uh, I donât think so? What does that even mean??
(The media later somehow gets ahold of the footage and it becomes such a scandal it reaches the JL; Captain Marvel is then forced to have a public statement. At the giant press conference, Mary and Freddy are there standing next to him and laughing.)
Captain Marvel (whispering): Shut up, itâs not like you thought any different.
Miss Marvel (also whispering): Yeah but weâre not stupid enough to say it to their face, Captain.
Captain Marvel (still whispering): Itâs not like you guys would have any less scandals than I do if you were in the media as much as I am.
Reporter (impatiently): Ahem. Marvels?
(Both siblings look like deer in headlights while Freddy laughs at them. They both apologize in unison.)
(Captain then clears their throat, they look like theyâre dreading this.)
Captain Marvel: I am terribly sorry for what I said about [62yo citizen]. I hadnât intended to be rude, but I seemed as such because I had a gap in myâŚ
Solomon (telling him what to say): âŚKnowledge. I was under the assumption that the average lifespan wasnât much longer than a personâs 60sâŚ
Captain (repeating what Solomonâs saying): I now know that, while once true, that information is outdated.
(Billy went on for three more minutes, only stopping because the DTC got too bored and people were starting to give him funny looks.)
#The urge to make Billy say the Logan Paul apology was consuming me#However I consumed it first#but do note my will is reinforced with faulty metal rods#while it can hold now it will not hold forever#and yes itâs true Mary and Freddy would have just as many scandals as Billy if they were in the public eye as often#Happy thanksgiving to all my fellow Americans btw#đŚđŚ
đ#dc#billy batson#dcu#captain marvel#Shazam#captain marvel dc#dc captain marvel#hc#hcs#rambles#dtc#Au#my au
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: ĚĚâ In Sickness and in Health
Optimus Prime x Reader - transformers prime
Optimus was frightened. It wasnât often he felt this way, lest it was on the battlefield where Megatron was concerned, but now he felt as such in the base, a place where he and his team were supposed to be safe. It was supposed to be safe for the humans, too⌠Yet here you lay; sick.
It started with a cough or two. Itâd earned you a few glances from him, but youâd brushed them off, saying something just caught in your throat. Human throats were sensitive like that. Nothing to worry about, or so youâd said.
Itâd been worse the next day. Youâd sounded strange, your voice different and the coughing had become more persistent. Youâd stayed close to a trashcan with a box of tissues nearby, blowing your nose after every sneeze.
Heâd become concerned, but youâd once again brushed it all off. You were just feeling a little unwell, nothing to worry about. Youâd be fine.
Come nighttime of that same day, youâd grown hot with fever. Ratchet had taken a quick scan of you and had grown alarmed by your high temperature. Something was wreaking havoc upon your body and your breaths had become laboured and shallow.
Weak.
Now, you were so weak. Pneumonia, June had told them. It used to kill humans back in the day before they found medicine for it, but luckily, youâd gotten the treatment started before itâd grown too bad, but you didnât appear to do any better.
June told him youâd be fine; eventually. Right now, you were doing poorly, but youâd be okay, and he wished to believe it, but your words still echoed through his mind. âIâll be fineâ, youâd said, and now look at you.
You were not fine.
He should have acted when you first coughed, should have raised concerns when your voice sounded strange, should have asked Ratchet to scan you sooner so you wouldnât be where you are now; bedridden, pale and weak.
You could barely keep your eyes open, and Optimus was frightened of the fact that he may never see them again. That he may never feel their warmth as you look up at him, your admiration and wonder so shamelessly on display for him to see. Youâd never been shy about the way you look at him. Perhaps you didnât know how much he understood about your gaze, perhaps you werenât even aware of the way your eyes would shine when he entered the room; when youâd stand up and greet him so cheerily.
He wondered whether youâd understood his own gaze, the way it so clearly softened at the sight of you and how warm you made him feel. And now, he wondered whether heâd have a chance to tell you how he felt, how he wanted to say so much but couldnât force himself to do it, because you were a human, a fragile, wonderful being that he didnât see himself as deserving of.
You deserved softness and peace, and he was not that.
âHeyâŚâ
Optimus blinked, coming out of his thoughts that spiralled so wildly into doom. Your voice, so weak and painful sounding, called out to him. He stepped closer to the platform, treading carefully to avoid sending tremors through the floor to not disturb you. Silly, youâd say, he was sure of it.
You smiled up at him, lips so rosy in comparison to your otherwise pale complexion. Your eyes half-lidded, tired and hazy, but focused on him. You looked like what the children had explained a ghost was, and though he was frightened, he still found you beautiful, even at the brink of death.
Weakly, you chuckled.
âIâm not dying, Optimus,â you said, taking a breath, your eyes and brows furrowing slightly. It must have hurt. âI can see it in your eyes⌠optics,â you corrected, smiling.
âThat may be true, yet I cannot help but worry,â said he, looking over you. âMuch has changed in so little time. If weâd been too late, then you may have been lost to us.â
To me, he thought.
âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily,â you said, though your smile filled with pity when his expression changed ever so little. Despair. Poor timing to joke. âIâm sorry,â you said, closing your eyes for a moment. The bright light of the base hurt your eyes. âPoor choice of words, but I mean it,â you looked at him again, blinking the discomfort away, âIâm not going anywhere, Optimus. I promised I would be careful, be it by avoiding Decepticons or fighting against earthly sicknesses,â you said, and weakly you raised a hand, waving your fingers to him.
Slowly, as if afraid heâd hurt you by moving too quickly, he reached out a servo, allowing you to lay your hand against his index digit. Your skin was clammy and warm, but alive. It brought him some comfort, and when you nudged him closer to your face so you could nuzzle your cheek against him, he felt himself relax ever so little.
Again, you smiled at him, and this time he believed it when you said youâd be okay. He trusted that youâd come out of this with returning health and that youâll once again return to your cheerful spirit, and when that happens, heâll allow himself to cherish it all the more, knowing how easily he could lose it.
#vala writes#tfp#maccadam#transformers#Optimus prime x reader#aaahh this is my first time writing a fic for tfp and i'm HYPED#takes me back to the rp days wow#ahem let's no remember my poor writing skills then#optimus prime
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I saw that your askbox was open. If i may, can you write a continuation of this ( Reader who cannot lie is put in an awkward situation...) with the rest of the dormleaders. It's so cute kasi eh. Also, can you include Rook, Sebek, and Jade in the place of Idia, Azul and Vil. Thx
Reader who cannot lie is put in an awkward situation...
⼠â Characters: Rook Hunt, Sebek Zigvolt, Jade Leech.
⼠â Tags: not really proofread. rook being silly. sebek being sebek. jade being cute<3
⼠â a/n: hiiiiii i started this blog when i was 15 and now im 18. crazy right???? happy new year!!!! sorry if its a bit awkward. its been a LONG time since I wrote for these characters.... tysm for your request!
Oh, it's Rook's fault this happened and he knows it.
You two were just having fun, he invited you to the forest just to walk around and relax. It was the sort of activity he'd love doing with you.
The two of you were completely alone, Rook loved to show you around his favorite hidden places, places that you imagine no one has seen before other than himâŚ.
And he was happy to do so, it was something you've done millions of times with him.
imagined he was hiding something, as his smile was a little bit too wide, his eyes were a little bit too mischievous. You knew when he was planning to mess up with you.
You were not expecting him to ask if you had a crush on anyone though.
âEh?! What⌠Yes you do know him butâŚ. ahh!! Yes, he's blond, why do you ask????â
He was giggling as he asked question after questionâŚ
What's his eye color? In what club is he? Is he from Pomefiore? How good is he as a hunter.
âAh~ Mon cheri, don't get mad at me. I fear I know how you must be talking about⌠although, I imagine the feelings are reciprocated⌠Oh, such a beautiful expression you have!â
He has way too much fun with your quirk.
In this case, it wasn't directly to SebekâŚ
Lilia Vanrouge was extremely curious about you, as Sebek had never shown any interest in friendships with anyone. Let alone spending the amount of time he does with you, and even hesitating when he has to choose between aiding Malleus and having fun with you!
No one else had that effect on him, and you deep down knew it but⌠as a human, would he ever like you back? Would he feel ashamed to love you? Those questions plagued your mind, and stopped you from pursuing the kind hearted faeâŚ
âWhat? If I like himâŚ? ah⌠well⌠he's really sweet and- andâŚ. Ah!!! Maybe a tiny bit but don't tell him!â
âAH?!?!?!â
And then you heard a loud scream of confusion from outside the door.
One you unfortunately recognized instantly.
Lilia chuckled as the door was bursted open, and Sebek was in front of you, his face was red⌠he wanted to say something⌠but something weird happened⌠He was at a loss for words!
You tried to explain yourself butâŚ
âFOOLISH HUMAN! It's- it's bad manners to speak of someone behind their back! IfâŚ.. If you wished to⌠If you wished to talk about those feelings, you must have told me directly, IF NOT THEN HOW COULD I PROPERLY COURT YOU?â
You were trying to impress Jade, but maybe you should have gone with a letter or some kind of book about fungiâŚ
You've never cooked octopus before, and the cooking book wasn't helping at all either!
It seemed easy in theory⌠but you've tried it a million times and it still is not something you'd want to give to him!
He has really exquisite tastes! And if you mess it up maybe you'll mess this chance with himâŚ
Or maybe you're overthinking.
Right as you were tried to finish the dish (which you were unsatisfied with the presentation and overall taste) you heard a chuckle from behind you.
âMy, my⌠Are my eyes seeing this correctly? Who are you making this for?â
â...Of course it's for you.â No, dang it!
âAnd why, may I ask? what's the occasion?â His voice had a confused pitch, but his smirk gave it away. He was extremely amused by your attempts.
â....I though⌠maybe I could gift you this and then ask you out on a dateâŚ.â No!! Why did you say that????
â...Fuhuhu⌠You're overcomplicating it⌠Maybe next time we can try to do it together? I can give you a few tips as wellâŚ. since it seems you've been trying for a few days, that isâŚâ
He knew all of this time?!
Wait, is that a date?!
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He ignores you after an argument - Dr Ratio
Gender neutral reader, angst with an ending that can be viewed as happy. Dr Ratio shows his immaturity, and he only realises how close he is to losing you when Argenti makes an appearance.
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"What do you mean, 'can you try to be more considerate'? If you cannot comprehend a genius' words, you are not worthy of my time!" Your boyfriend huffs, turning around to place his mask on.
He always did that when you had arguments, but the words that were paired with his actions were what worried you. You had really stepped in it, trying to tell him that you weren't finished with your sentence. You were getting frustrated that he wouldn't stop interrupting you and, sometimes, filling in the statements incorrectly. You ignored your frustration in the past, but it boiled into this argument you just had with him. You were doubtful that he would think about your feelings even after he calmed down, so you mentally prepared yourself for the silent treatment.
Days became weeks, and weeks became months. He still wasn't talking to you, and you were heartbroken. You dive yourself into your work, the astral express themselves commissioning you because of Dr Ratio's words of praise of your intellect. Swallowing the temptation to explain he was likely exaggerating to help you with getting work, you go along with it. Your boyfriend, despite no longer talking to you after the argument, tags along. You both get separate rooms - something you are thankful for, considering how awkward you felt around your partner. You didn't even know if he was considering himself as your boyfriend or if he mentally checked out since the argument.
Now, Argenti decided to make an appearance. Turns out, he had an issue with his ship, so he had to request some resources from the astral express. You had tried to speak to your boyfriend, who was still playing chess by himself as he ignored your pleads for forgiveness - apologising for failing to communicate effectively. Struggling to keep yourself together, you walk to the other side of the room before taking a seat. Pulling out your folders, you get to work on other projects. Hearing someone walking towards you, you assume they'll just be taking a seat somewhere close, only for them to sit right next to you.
"A beauty as precious as one you possess shall not be under-appreciated by an unrequited love." He begins, Dr Ratio halfway through playing a knight, freezing up at this man hitting on you. "With brains to accompany your radiant and decadent beauty, I shall request that you consider flourishing under someone to cherish you."
Dr Ratio gets up from his seat, his mask literally starting to crack as he begins to storm over to you. He realised, through Argenti's speech, that he ought to treat you better since he truly loves you. He had to show you that he has been thinking of you, about how to apologise - he simply kept his mask on because he thought he didn't deserve to show his face until he thought about how to apologise to you for interrupting you. By the time he knows what to say, his mask breaks entirely, falling to the floor to Pom-Pom's distain.
In the middle of Argenti clearly scouting for you to join him on his ship, Dr Ratio walks behind the couch and wraps his arms around you, side glaring at Argenti.
"Apologies, but this is a prize I won." Dr Ratio growls, Argenti chuckling as he gives Dr Ratio a light warning that you were likely going to get snatched up by another man if he screwed up again.
Your boyfriend comes to take Argenti's place on the couch, pulling you in for a hug, he begins his apology.
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"You didn't talk to me for months, you know?" You pout, your boyfriend scolding himself inwardly for being immature.
"You are the one who's more empathetic than myself. I need to put more effort into understanding your feelings, I'm lucky that you're still alright with me hugging you despite the argument." Dr Ratio sighs, squeezing you as he looks over your shoulder to read your work.
"...I almost forgot how amazing and intelligent my partner is." Dr Ratio smirks, you turning your head to look at him. "If I have to wait a year for compensation of my neglect to remain yours, I would gladly do so."
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Fucking WHAT now
Under attack again rn
#kers ramblings#it's so fucking crazy because there's a new one passing by and/or getting blasted approximately every 15-20 minutes or so#and now there's also missiles that will approach in the next hour or so#i wish i didn't live here rn but i honestly have no money or other resources to escape to another country and stay there for some time#this is my home after all...and if something happens it will happen here#maybe my medication is working because rn i feel rather existential than terrified. i still am but like. somehow i feel okay#usually whenever i hear an explosion my eyes get wet right away and later on my hands start shaking. I do not know what I'm supposed to feel#or how to express it properly but the dread and panic is there and i guess for me it feels like that. cold head but the body is failing#and now it's such a weird mix of feelings that i cannot explain or put into words. i am so exhausted
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Sweet Dreams
Rhysand x fem!reader
content; stressed and clingy Rhys (i honestly dont know why i like writing about a stressed clingy rhys for), fluff
notes; okay ik this doesnât completely match up with Rhysâ backstory but its okayâşď¸
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Ink covers his tanned hands as they grip onto the desk, a result of days and days worth of paperwork. He was writing back to all the courts, gathering plans and information on Hybern.
However, it seems he doesn't have a responsibility of taking care of himself. The pile of uneaten food on the floor directly below his window, his sunken eyes and haunted look is all proof of that fact.
As his childhood friend, you were especially worried for him. He isn't himself. granted, he witnessed and been through much more, but looked like he had lost it.
âIf you wanted to see me, you should have just asked.â Rhys sighs, attempting to straighten the mess that is his desk.
âAnd would you have let me? See you, that is.â You respond, crossing your arms at him. You had made her way in here after claiming his window was âbroken.â
âI've been busy.â He offers.
âRight.â You nods, her gaze distant, understanding his pressure and mounds of work to get through.
âYou know, I think your window is broken. Food always seems to be falling from it.â You says, your brows raising. âYou want to explain this to me?â
âNo.â
âRhys.â
âNoâ He corrects coldly. He then watches her straighten, and feels a twinge of guilt. He takes a few deep breaths, closing his eyes and slowly opening them again.
"Rhys..â you try again, hoping to get anything more than one word from him.
âThat will be all, Y/Nâ
âRhys, wait-â
âThat will be all â
âLet me help you fix the window. Please. It doesn't have to stay broken.â You says. something in your expression tells Rhys your not just talking about the window, anymore.
âI'm afraid it's beyond repair.â he replies, barely above a whisper.
âoh Rhysâ you say, walking over to him and running a hand through his hair. ânothing cannot be fixedâ
He allows himself to close his eyes after you run your hand through his messy hair, and he practically melts into your touch. Heâd miss this. Heâd miss you. He hadnât seen you all week.
âHow can you be sure?â He counters, and itâs almost a challenge.
âbecause that âwindowâ is not broken, it just needs a hand, and thats what Iâm here for.â
He canât find the strength to fight you on it any longer. Heâs tired, both mentally and physically. He can feel the bags under his eyes weighing him down.
He leans into you for comfort, placing his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you. It was a move he hasnât done since he was a young child, and the memory of his childhood days was almost enough to make him cry.
All he could manage was a weak âIâve missed you.â
âive missed you too Rhysâ you said, your voice almost breaking. after everything youâve seen him go through, you couldnât understand why this hit so hard, but you didnât want to pry.
Rhys holds you tighter, his grip desperate and needy. Your familiar warmth was almost enough to make him gasp. Heâd missed you so much, being cooped up in his office all day just left him with his own thoughts, and he almost drowned in them.
He needed you, here, now.
âshh, im hereâ you cooed, running fingers through his hair.
The simple, yet affectionate gesture was enough to make Rhys eyes water. He wanted to speak, wanted to say anything to express how he was feeling, but he was afraid that if he even opened his mouth- heâd burst into tears.
So he stayed like that, his arms around your middle and his head pressed against you, listening to your heartbeat. The steady rhythm was like a metronome, and he found himself getting calmer with each thump. This side of him was one he was embarrassed to show, one even you and only seen on few occasions.
you pressed a kiss to the top of his head and allowed him to stay comfortably resting on you, not wanting to disturb he one moment of peace he has had in days.
Rhys felt warmth bloom in his chest as you kissed the top of his head. It was something you used to do all the time when you were kids, and the action itself was enough to bring a few tears to Rhysâ eyes.
âThank you for checking on me,â He mumbled out the words into your shirt. âIâve been really out of it, lately.â
âi know, i know. come on you need some restâ you said before taking him by the hand and leading him to his bedroom.
Rhys, while a bit surprised, lets you lead him over to his bed without protest. You could see the exhaustion in his weary eyes, he needed sleep, and he didnât even realize it.
When you reach the edge of the bed, he stops, and seems to hesitate before laying down. Heâs still holding your hand, and makes no move to let go.
you stand, unsure weather you should pull away from his grip or not. âill go grab you some water, get some sleepâ you say, deciding leaving him to rest was your best option.
Rhysâ hand gripped yours tighter in reaction, and you could see a hint of panic in his expression. âDonât go.â He muttered.
He really did look like a lost little kid at the moment. His hair was messy, his eyes were tired, and his clothes disheveled.
You smiled slightly at him and gave a small nod and you lay on the edge of the bed, slightly propped up against the headboard, unsure what to do.
Almost as if he were magnetized, Rhys quickly moves over to you, and lays down on the bed next to you. He doesnât let go of your hand, instead he intertwines his fingers with yours.
He canât bring himself to move his gaze away from you, he looks at you with the eyes of a man starved; who finally found some water. He just needed you now.
You gently ran his free had down the side of his face giving him a sweet smile.
Rhys leaned into the soft touch of your hand against the side of his face. He couldnât help but close his eyes for a second, savoring the feeling of your fingers on his skin. Every little touch sent his heart racing.
He opened his eyes after a moment, and gave you a weak smile. âYou always used to do that.â He muttered out the words just loud enough for you to hear, âWhenever I couldnât sleep.â
âi knowâ you gave him a soft smile and kept your reassuring movements going.
Rhys was practically purring at the feeling of your fingers against his skin. The combination of it and his exhaustion was making his eyelids feel incredibly heavy.
He moved himself closer, until his head was rested against your chest. He could hear the rhythmic thump of your heartbeat through your shirt, and it almost made him yawn.
You were shocked at how close he got to you. a part of you relaxed knowing that you always wanted to be more than friends but scared to tell him and thought maybe, he now felt the same, but you brushed the thought aside knowing he needed his friend now, not a girl pinning over him.
He shifted on the bed, until he was resting mostly on top of you. He wrapped his arms around your midsection, his grip desperate and almost needy.
He was silently begging you to stay with him, even if he didnât realize it. He buried his head against your chest, and let out a shaky breath.
âget some sleep Rhysâ you sighed, smoothing your hands down his back.
Rhys could feel the steady rise and fall of your chest as your hands move up and down his back, the sensation was hypnotizing.
He couldnât keep his eyes open any longer, and he found himself drifting off to sleep. He mumbled something, but it was inaudible with his face buried into your shirt.
As he drifted off, you whispered, so quite you could hardly hear yourself, âi love you Rhysâ hoping he was asleep.
But he wasnât asleep, and heâd heard.
He felt his heart flutter in his chest, and a warm feeling began to bloom in his chest. You loved him. You loved him?
He didnât speak, and he didnât move. He pretended that he was asleep. He wanted to hear more.
âi love you Rhys, i always haveâ you whispered, thinking out loud as you ran your hands through his hair, thinking this is the closest you will every get to being more than a best friend to him.
The words echoed in Rhysâ head, over and over again. You loved him. You always had.
He couldâve laughed, he certainly wanted to. Had he really been that dense?
He could feel your fingers running through his messy hair, and it was enough of a distraction to keep him from exploding with emotions right there.
âsweet dreams Rhysâ
ââââââââââââââ
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could you feed us lyca simps?
I hope you don't mind the little slice of life fluff I ended up writing for this request, I just think he's too cute for his own good (ŕšâ˘Ě á ŕ¸Ěŕš) and thanks for the request!!
neapolitan
Warnings: none. Just tooth rotting fluff and slice of life. Lyca knowing nothing about the world, while MC holds his hand to introduce him to the fun things of life.
âYou know you don't have to follow me right now, right? I'm just going to the store to restock my first aid kitâŚâ you say, sighing in defeat, as you side-eye the tall boy prancing right beside you, almost attached to your hip.
Lyca puffs his chest, a small pout appearing under his sharp fangs.
âNo, I have to! I don't trust that shop man. He is weird⌠He looks at you weird!â
Well⌠You couldn't quite deny that fact.
âBut don't you have homework from Professor Moby?â
âWho is that again? You know I don't remember their namesâ Lyca asks, scrunching his brows and scratching his head, as if he was searching his brain for the right face to attach to the name.
âProfessor squirmyâ you suppress a smile as you use Lyca's nickname for the eldritch teacher.
âOh! I have already done all my homework from his class, though?â
âReally?â you look at him with widened eyes âThat's very responsible of you, Lyca. That's great!â you smile, giving him two thumbs up.
You do wonder how he managed to finish it all so quickly, since he had difficulty reading harder kanjis, but you just chalk it up to Subaru helping him out without your knowledge.
He huffs, cheeks just a little bit rosy.
âOf course! That's nothing for someone like me. I'm gonna be an exemp⌠exemp⌠eggs-emm-puh-larry⌠member of human society!â Lyca says, slapping his own chest with a loud thud.
âAn exemplary member of human society, right?â you repeat his words, more fluently than him, so he can hear how it's usually pronounced.
âThat's what I said.â he mumbles and pushes the door to Darkwick's local store open, pointing to the inside of the dimly lit shop âYou first.â
You widen your eyes once again, and chuckle.
âWait, when did you learn to be so gentlemanly?â you say, as you walk through the door with him right after you.
âThe blonde gigolo has been teaching me some things. He says being a gen-tle-man would make people respect me more.â
You nod at his words right as the door closes loudly behind him, the chime bell slamming against the door frame.
Okay, well. Maybe he still needs a bit of practice.
You wince at the loud sound, but after just a few seconds, you immediately relax, feeling the cool air inside the store hit your body. The fragrant scent of pastries being displayed inside a small shelf and the gentleness of the low lights also lull you into a sense of tranquility.
It seems like the effect is the same on Lyca, because you see the way his shoulders slump a little bit and how his grumpy face gives way to an eased expression.
You decide to browse through the shelves for a bit, absentmindedly, before getting your supplies. Lyca stood close, his nose sniffing every little thing you pointed out.
After a lot of explaining about products (No, Lyca, you cannot eat tide pods, those are for washing clothes. Yes, Lyca, you can actually eat hard candy, they aren't made for biting though. No, Lyca, just because tide pods and hard candy look similar, doesn't mean they're the same thing), you grab all your needed supplies and make your way to the cashier.
Thinking hard about how to keep Lyca from growling at the shopkeeper, you barely notice how the werewolf walks towards a small freezer a few steps to the side of the cash register. You finish paying when you hear his voice calling at you.
âHey! Hey! What's this?â he points to the inside of the freezer and you walk to his side, his hands instinctively grabbing your bags so he could carry them for you.
âThose are ice cream pots.â you look at the multi colored labels that advertised a small range of different flavors. âHave you ever eaten ice cream, Lyca?â
âWhat's that?â he looks inquisitively at the small containers.
âIt's a type of frozen sweet. It has lots of flavors and it's usually eaten when it's hot outside.â
He hums, still staring at the pots.
âDo you like sweets, Lyca?â
âHmm, not reallyâŚâ
âOh, I see...â
âBut! It's, um. It's hot outside, right?â he replies quickly, looking at you expectantly.
You smile to yourself, thinking about how his tail would probably be wagging if it was out right now.
âThat's true, it's very hot outside. I think ice cream sounds great right now, what do you think?â
âI- I agree! Of course.â he huffs, as if he wasn't almost hopping with joy at the idea.
You chuckle and open the freezer, grabbing a small pot for the both of you. After paying for the frozen treat and grabbing two spoons, you two go out into the merciless heat of Darkwick's campus.
âOkay, so.â you sit under a huge tree overlooking a lake, hiding from the sun rays under the cool shade, and grab the ice cream pot.
Lyca sits right next to you, back straight as a plank, paying full attention to you and the mysterious treat you bought.
âI bought this one because it has three of the most classic flavors, and since you never ate ice cream, I figured you should taste the most common ones first. It's called neapolitan.â you explain, opening the lid and giving him a spoon âIt's vanilla, strawberry and chocolateâ
His eyes sparkle, looking at the frozen sweet. Your eyes widen as you see his wolf ears and tail pop out instinctively, but you choose not to mention it.
âOohh! It looks good! Which one should I try first?â he asks, tail sweeping the grass under him.
âYou can try whichever you want. Go crazy!â
You immediately regret your words as he shoves his spoon deep into the ice cream, grabbing more than one flavor, and eating a huge spoonful in one go.
âUgh!! My head!!â he yells after a little while, clawing at his own forehead.
âLyca! You can't eat cold things so quickly, you'll get brain freezeâ you scold him, rolling your eyes.
âWell, tell me that sooner!â he groans, still holding his head, eyes shut tight.
âYou're supposed to know that instinctively!â
He grunts, shaking his head as the sharp pain disappears slowly.
âGrab just one flavor at a time for now, so you can see which one you like more. Then you can mix everything. Like thisâ you say as you scoop a bit of strawberry ice cream into your spoon and eat it.
He mimics your action, scooping a bit of vanilla ice cream first.
Lyca's face falls as he smacks his lips repeatedly, tasting the ice cream.
âIt's not that big of a deal.â he says, visibly disappointed.
âThat's okay, now try the pink one.â
He does as you say and immediately scrunches his face.
âUwah! That's awful! I don't want to eat it!â
You sigh, thinking about how Lyca seems more like a werecat than a werewolf at times.
âThat's fine, it's just your personal taste. Now try the brown one. It's chocolate.â
Lyca hesitates, not really trusting your words after the previous experiences, but scoops a bit of chocolate ice cream either way. As soon as he eats the treat, his ears and tail perk up.
âOhhh!!! This one is good!!â He yells, tail wagging a thousand miles per hour and eyes sparkling as he scoops a huge amount of chocolate ice cream again.
âCareful, or you're gonna get brain freeze again!â You scold him, but immediately give up, sighing and smiling at the sight of him happily smearing chocolate onto his face, like a big baby.
âI like the brown one mixed with the white-ish yellow-ish one! The pink one is gross though!â He says grabbing the ice cream with his hands, spoon immediately forgotten.
âAh, Lyca! You're not supposed to eat it with your hands! You'll get all dirtyâŚâ you fret, afraid he'll get his uniform stained once again.
âBut it's better this way, because I can feel how cold it is with my hands. You humans are so weird with all your rulesâŚâ he grumbles.
You sigh, as he pouts and licks his hands clean, grumpiness fully back.
âYou have to learn these rules to become human though? ButâŚâ you trail off and he looks at you as you rummage through your pockets, fishing out a handkerchief.
You hold his cheek, wiping his face clean, ignoring the little blush that tinted his face as you got closer.
âBut as long as it's just us, you can eat however you want. Just don't do it in public. And don't tell Rui I said this! He thinks I spoil you way too much. Deal?â
Lyca looks away, clearing his throat that suddenly got parched, despite all the ice cream he had just eaten.
âHmpft. D-deal.â
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THE PATH TO A NERDâS HEART
PAIRING: nerd!jay Ă fem!reader
GENRE/CW: sub!jay, dom!reader, smut, fluff, unprotected sex, public sex, slight biting and marking, mentions of bullying, room sharing, kissing, handjob, mentions of sunghoon
WC: 8.1k (8169) words
SYNOPSIS: the annual debate competition was just around the corner and you were thrilled to meet your partner, who turned out to be park jongseong. from you studying together to him asking you how it feels to kiss someone, how would your relationship progress? especially when you offer to give him a demonstration, even more so when he asks if he could get a bit more.
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni
A/N: hihi, angels! I'm back with another fic! i've re-edited this fic and iâm reposting as per the request of my anonnie! i hope y'all will enjoy this! :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <3
âWhat have you done to her?â The principal sighed in distress, slightly turning his head, glancing at the girl who sat next to you with an expression filled with misery, a girl with a broken nose to be more precise.
âWith all due respect, sir, she was bullying a student, which clearly goes against our school policies, and further, she tried to punch me when I asked her to stop. She had it coming,â you calmly explained the whole situation, fake politeness dripping off your tone.
The girl next to you screamed like a maniac after hearing your statement, flailing her arms and legs, claiming that you were the one who attacked her first. She never failed to show her spoiled-child behaviour in public.
âI request you to please check the surveillance camera of the corridor, it'll make it more clear to you, sir,â you faked your smile as Hana Lee, the bully, started crying, knowing that nothing could save her from the upcoming punishment now.
She was soon dismissed to go to the medical room, her wound bleeding, yet she didnât show a sign to stop protesting.
âMiss Y/N, I understand that what Miss Lee did was wrong, but that does not give you any right to punch her.â He looked at you with an expression that clearly displayed disappointment.
âIt was just self defense from my side, sir,â you said with wide eyes, plastering your most innocent face in front of him, wanting to leave his office as soon as possible.
He sighed, âyouâre one of our top students, miss Y/N, and I appreciate you caring for the other students, but please refrain from using punches next time. You can leave now.â
You finally smiled in victory, muttering a âthank youâ before grabbing your bag and rushing out of the office.
As you got out of the office, a hand immediately grabbed your wrist, causing you to widen your eyes at the sudden gesture, your own hand curling its fingers to punch until you saw who it was.
He softly pulled you to the empty staircase area.
âIâm sorry,â he slowly whispered, he had a busted lip and red eyes, the sight made your heart hurt, a frown settling on your face.
âJay! Oh my god! Does it hurt?â You asked, hand extending towards his face.
You barely knew the boy, in fact, your first ever proper interaction with him took place this morning.
âYou shouldnât have stepped up for me,â he sighed, eyes not meeting yours as he looked at his shoes, confused as to why you would help him.
âI donât care what you say, I cannot stand bullying, Jay,â you simply told him, getting closer to see his wound, the wound caused by Hana.
Now, the question is: How did you reach here in the first place?
Letâs start by replaying the morning events.
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The yearly Inter-school English debate was two months away from now. Meaning, that youâll soon know who your assigned partner is for this yearâs competition would be.
Your English teacher had asked you to meet her, so you made your way towards the staff room. You greeted her as soon as you saw her, eyes soon moving to observe a guy with specs standing next to her.
âY/N, câmere! Meet Park Jay, heâll be your partner for this yearâs debate competition,â your teacher explained.
You smiled, extending your hand which he shyly took into his bigger ones, ânice to meet you, Jay.â
Your radiant smile caused Jay to crack a small smile of his own, âitâs really nice to meet you too,â he said.
Further, the teacher explained how your school wonât be the host for the debate this year, instead, the Busan branch will be the one to do so.
Conclusively, she informed you that all your expenses will be paid by the school, except for the extra souvenirs you would purchase there for yourself.
You listened to it all, giving small nods at the end of her sentences, your eyes also shifting to look at the guy standing next to you, his gaze focused on what your teacher was telling.
A hotel will be arranged and she will accompany you both for your two day trip to the competition.
âThe topic will be provided to you both soon, I hope both of you will get along well, please donât hesitate to ask for any sort of help from me,âMs. Hwang smiled at you both and ensured that you were okay with this setting.
Park Jay. You knew him, of course you did. Heâs always been exceptionally smart in studies, him being the only one in school who matched your own pace.
The only difference between you was his shy nature. Your nature screamed enthusiasm and boldness, hence, making friends came easily to you. You were one of the popular students, not to mention how you were good at academics too, which was also paired with your kind nature.
However, you didnât know much about Jay, except for the fact that he was good at studies and closed off, with little to no friends at your school.
This piqued your curiosity.
After Ms. Hwang left, you turned to look at the shy boy, asking him if heâd be up to eat lunch with you, to get to know each other better.
His eyes slightly widened at your suggestion and you theorized it must be because he never eats with anyone else, which worried you as you thought you had crossed a line.
His small smile just after, ensured that it was not the case, âIâd love to,â he said, and you noted how sharp yet cute his smile was.
The whole student body was shocked to see Jay interacting with the popular girl herself, their eyes fixated on your table.
It wasnât your concern though, you were enjoying having a simple conversation with him, asking him about his hobbies. He got excited that you were willing to talk to him, not forcing yourself like the other students did. And he tried his best not to show how excited he was.
He told you about his love for fashion, his smile growing at each word he spoke, you found his deep voice pretty as you paid attention to everything he had to tell and offer.
He stopped his sentence midway, looking at you as you stared at him with shiny eyes.
âI talk a lot, donât I?â His shyness came back to him all of a sudden.
âNo! I think that itâs really beautiful that youâre so passionate about something, I could hear you speak about it for hours,â you reassured him, reaching forward to hold his hand which was kept on the table.
He breathed out softly, gulping at the sight of your joined hands and your reassuring smile, his cheeks heating up and a sudden warmth spreading through his chest.
Just one conversation and he already wanted to trust you, to spend more time with you, to get to know you better.
He looked forward to it all.
You wanted the same, to get to know him better. Jay was cute effortlessly, and you were quick to notice that even slight proximity made him nervous to the point his ears got red.
You found it adorable, promising yourself to keep a check on him to make sure he doesnât feel lonely at school anymore.
So, when you saw Hana cornering and punching him for not completing her homework, you knew you had to step in.
He watched how you pushed her away from him, standing as a barrier between them both. He noticed how you raised your voice at her, the demeanour completely changed from the sweet one which you had in the morning.
He noticed how you didnât hesitate to block her punch, your own hand swiming to counter punch her instead with no regrets whatsoever.
He stood there in awe, he knew was thankful to you, however, he was too shocked to even form words.
You turned back to look at him, his lip bleeding and his bloodshot eyes made you worried and angry at the same time.
Before you could say anything to him, you were dragged to the principal's office.
Which brings you back here.
Jay silently cried in front of you, âyou donât deserve this,â you softly said with a sad frown before hugging him
His hands grabbed your waist as he softly weeped into your shoulder, your hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.
You werenât sure how long Hana had been bullying him into doing his homework, but now, you had this sudden urge of wanting to protect him, your hands tightening around him.
He calmed down after a few minutes, body still holding on to you.
âThank you,â he softly whispered, taking a step back, his eyes meeting yours for a second before he turned away, rushing to leave.
He did not stop when you called out his name, thrice.
You sighed, stuffing your hands in the jacket pocket before leaving for the next class.
The boy never left your mind no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on the lecture.
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The news had spread all around the school as the newest gossip. Some said that Jay was your new boyfriend, while some assumed you to be his bully. Nevertheless, no one bullied him after Hana got suspended for using violence in school.
Soon after, the theme for the debate was announced and Ms. Hwang had called you both to inform you about the same.
You observed his face, seeing him for the first time after that incident and you were glad to see that all his wounds were healed and didnât leave any scars.
When he felt you looking at him, he turned to look at you, smiling softly to say hello.
After some minutes of general discussion with your teacher, she left you both alone as she had to grade other test papers.
You never brought up the topic of Hana again, only paying attention to the debate. Jay kept on glancing at you from time to time.
âThank you,â he whispered shyly, passing you a bottle of your favourite drink, which made you tilt your head to look up at him, âI wasnât sure what you liked so I asked Sora,â he rushed to speak, mentioning how he asked your best friend about it.
âYou didnât have to.â A smile graced your face at his sweet gesture.
He felt more confident talking to you now, and he even attempted to make silly jokes just to see you laugh, which you did, heartily at that.
Your hand grabbed his arm as you tried to support yourself while laughing. He found it beautiful and he wished to hear your laugh more often. Your hand felt soft on his arm, sending tingles to his stomach.
You hugged him softly before leaving, your sweet scent sending Jay into a state of frenzy, his ears turning red while his heartbeat felt faster than usual.
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Being teased was like a routine for you now, your friends did everything in their will to constantly remind you how 'soft' you have gone for that nerd kid.
âYour jealousy is showing,â you smirked at Sunghoon, who repeatedly mentioned Jay in each of your conversations.
âOf fucking course! You havenât kissed me in weeks,â he retorted.
It had been a while since you ended your friends with benefits relationship with him, you just couldnât do it anymore, it felt wrong to you, seeing how attached he was getting with your setting.
Yet still, you decided to humor him this time.
Laughing at his pouty face, you grabbed his chin as you kissed him, trapping him against the lockers and he eagerly kissed back, not caring if anyone saw you both.
The makeout session was short lived as the bell was quick to indicate the time for your next class, a groan leaving his mouth as he punched the locker, muttering how nothing works in his favour.
You left him there, a boyish smirk spreading on his face when you winked at him.
You were breathless, but then you realized why you had left this in the first place, the guilt seeping deep inside you, knowing that it would lead him on if your suspicions were right.
Youâll say no the next time, thatâs what you decided, not paying attention to the lesson the entire class.
You didnât like him, you just needed a distraction from a certain someone who invaded your mind at the most random times.
You werenât going to use Sunghoon as a distraction anymore.
You couldn't.
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Jay met you at the library after school, for research purposes and collecting further information on your topic to be prepared as much as possible.
âHey,â you smiled, hugging him, which had now become a usual thing for you two.
You noticed how he was a bit hesitant somehow, his arms not pulling you closer like they always used to.
Not paying much attention to it, you both got inside and searched for your respective books and topics, noting down all the information you needed. No words were exchanged for a long time, your focus solely on the text in front of you.
âHow does it feel?â A whisper was heard from beside you.
âExcuse me?â You asked, looking up at Jay, confused at his unusual antics and sudden silence. âHâhow does it feel to kiss someone?â He completed his sentence, not looking up at you while he kept fiddling with the hem of his uniform sleeve.
âWait, you saw?â You asked him, eyes widening as you thought that he might have gotten the wrong impression.
You realized that he might have seen you kiss hoon earlier today, hence his question.
âHave you ever kissed anyone before, Jay?â You enquired slowly, not missing the way his eyes turned big for a second.
âNâno,â he whispered.
âHave you ever wanted to try it?â You softly asked.
Jay was probably the purest person you had ever met, the thought of corrupting him kept on swimming in your mind, the fact that he might want to try something with you made you smile.
âWill it be fine?â he hesitated again, âisnât he your boyfriend?â He asked, referring to Sunghoon.
âWhat?â you almost shouted, apologizing once you got looks from the nearby students.
Maybe the library isnât the best place for such conversations.
âHeâs not my boyfriend, Jay. Weâve had something but it was not a relationship,â you revealed.
He listened to you with all his attention, a small smile on his face when you told him that you were single, which you didnât fail to notice.
And he nodded, saying that he wants to try. His ears were red, which you found adorable.
âOf course, weâll stop the moment you feel uncomfortable, yeah?â You assured him.
âBut, here?â he kept on asking like a kid, his heartbeat beyond control as he tried not to seem too flustered.
You laughed, âweâre meeting at my place tomorrow, right? We can try it out then, if youâd be comfortable with that,â you suggested and he agreed shyly, nodding and looking down at his fingers.
You only looked at the pretty boy next to you, wondering how far he would want to go with you.
Jay was overwhelmed by the fact that you agreed to kiss him, he had been staring at your lips ever since he saw you kiss sunghoon in the morning, deeply wishing that it was him instead.
It was pretty strange of him to think this way, but he couldnât stop, especially when he saw how you took control of the kiss, tilting Sunghoonâs head to the side and kissed him deeply.
You saw him looking dazed as you were about to leave, his actions being so cute, which left you wanting to fluster him more.
A cute yelp left his mouth as you softly pecked his cheek, tiptoeing to do so, before bidding him goodbye.
He blushed a lot in general, but you being around him took it to another level, you found it adorable to say the least, excited to see how he would behave tomorrow.
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The next day, Jay woke up early. He wanted to look perfect, to smell perfect, to be perfect for you. Not that he needed to do anything, yet he did some extra research for the debate and printed them out for you, to make up for the time youâd invest to kiss him today.
He paid more attention to his clothes, for this would be the first time you would see him without his usual uniform. He even devoted his time to do his hair, finally reaching your place at the exact time you had given him.
Releasing his breath and cussing once, he rang the doorbell.
You were quick to rush down to open the door, not wanting him to wait for long, chuckling when you saw how he rang the bell at the exact time you had given him.
His breathing hitched as he laid his eyes on you.
It was the first time he saw you looking this comfortable as you wore a soft and loose top along with sweatpants.
âJay! Come in,â your enthusiastic voice dragged him out of his daydream as he nodded.
He followed you like a lost puppy, âare you home alone?â He couldnât help but ask.
âOh, yeah! My parents come home late,â you explained with a wink, âdonât worry, baby,â you said and he almost passed out with the nickname you had used.
You smirked at his state, making him sit on your bed.
âYou look good,â you complimented seeing his attire and he muttered a small thank you, a shy smile spreading on his face.
He likes to be praised, you noticed.
Without much delay, you started scripting your research papers. Jay noted how you were always serious when it came to studies and the competition, he paid attention to the way you bit your lower lip while concentrating.
Some part of him wanted you to do the same to his lips, he waited patiently for you to remember your promise to kiss him but you never once brought it up, his mood turning sad.
Taking the matter into his own hands, he spoke up.
âCan weââ he took a deep breath as you stared at him with big doe eyes, urging him to continue.
âIâitâs nothing actually.â He backed away.
You laughed, âI didnât peg you to be the impatient type,â you smirked, well knowing what he wanted.
Closing your laptop, you urged him to come near you, patting the space next to you.
âWeâll start off with a simple peck, yeah? Pinch me if you feel uncomfortable and I'll stop,â you told him and he shivered as you got closer to his face, gulping his anxiety down.
âMay I?â You finally asked, searching his eyes.
âYâyes,â he whispered, nodding.
Softly placing your hand on his cheek, your lips touched his lips in a short peck. They merely touched, yet it was enough for Jay to get butterflies, heart beating out of his chest at the sensation.
You leaned back to observe his reaction, he still had his eyes closed, a soft rosy glow spread on his cheeks.
Getting closer again, you grabbed his chin, tilting his head as you dived in to kiss him, longer this time, your lips moving in sync once he got the hang of it, low whine leaving his mouth, making you smile.
You wanted to play with him even more.
So, you gently bit on his lower lip, causing him to gasp, giving you enough opportunity to taste him.
It felt so right yet, forbidden somehow.
You had invaded all his senses, you pushed him down on the bed, his eyes looking at your every move as you made him lean against the head frame, you sat down on his lap and he cussed.
âDoes it feel good?â You asked with a small, teasing smile.
âFuck, yâyes it feels so good,â he whispered out.
âYeah? So good that my good boy is using bad words now?â You teased.
âPlease,â he whined, âsorry, Iâve never done this before and it just, it felt so good I couldnât help it,â he rambled and you shut him up with a peck.
âLord, youâre so adorable. It makes me want to ruin you,â you breathed out, brushing his hair away from his forehead, gripping his chin and running your thumb on his swollen lower lip.
His heartbeat sped up at your words again, head dizzy as he said, âplease,â and you pulled him into a deep kiss for the second time.
Your fingers softly tugged on his hair, finally causing him to moan out loud, his pretty voice resounding all over the room.
You both pulled back from the kiss after a few minutes, breathing hard and deep to come back to your senses.
âHow was it?â you asked him in a gentle voice, sitting down next to him, slightly worried if you had gone too far for his first time.
His stare on your face and silence only made it worse.
âCan we do that again?â He asked after a few seconds, trying not to sound too shameless, but he couldnât help it, not when you had offered to kiss him so nicely.
He slowly pulled the hem of your top, and you understood, coming back to kiss him, your hand on his jaw, as he shifted his position for you to take full control.
He laid underneath you as his heart pounded harder than ever, he could only focus on how soft your lips felt against his mildly chapped ones, his eyes closed as he took in everything you were willing to offer.
The said practice of your debate ended with you making out with Jay, he didnât wish to stop, not even after his lips were swollen, his eyes shining as he looked at you as if you were a goddess.
He had to excuse himself when his cock felt painfully hard, he was beyond embarrassed and you looked at him with hooded eyes, holding yourself back before it gets too much for him.
âHereâs the washroom,â you guided him, âlet me know if you need help,â you said with a smirk.
âIâthank you,â he rushed to go inside.
You knew what he was going to do, and you wished it was you whoâd be the one to please him instead, his voice wasnât silent when he took your name, as he reached his orgasm inside the washroom.
You chuckled, wondering how heâd look while doing so into your hand. He left soon after, face red and hot.
It left him wanting more.
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The debate was a week away from now, and you both were well prepared for it yet, you kept on studying from your notes. That wasnât your concern right now though, a certain nerd had occupied your mind from the past few days.
You found it adorable how he would request you to kiss him in the empty classroom, his room, or any place where you both were alone, he wanted you guys to be alone together.
You were corrupting him, and truth being told, you wanted to corrupt him even more.
Jay had always been attractive, his knowledge was a plus point to it all. You absolutely loved his shy demeanor, no matter how comfortable you both got with each other, he could not help but blush around you.
Meanwhile, Jay was confused. He had never had girl problems before, so why did it feel so different when it came to you? Even more so when you were so good to him.
He loved how you took care of him in the most minimum way possible, you made him feel like he mattered, giving him motivational speeches (and your kisses were a cherry on top).
He knew it really well that the other students wanted to date you, or they wanted to be closer to you. Why wouldnât they? You were perfect in their eyes, but this did not stop Jay from wanting more. He wanted you to claim him yours. You were beyond perfect in his eyes.
But he wondered if youâd ever be willing to like him back, to be with someone like him. Kissing was one thing, maybe you did it just to make him happy, but more?
He could only wish.
âAll participants from the same school will be given one room to share, will it be okay for you both?â Ms. Hwang informed you both, also asking for your comfort.
Jay stiffened, he was sure to lose control if left alone with you at night.
âItâs alright for me maâam,â you smiled.
âYeah, for me too,â Jay shakily let out.
He wanted this, he finally decided, heâd even go as far as confessing his feelings for you.
âAlright then, Iâll see you tomorrow morning, right?â Ms. Hwang confirmed as you both nodded, you had to leave early tomorrow for the competition.
As you walked back home with Jay, saying that youâd drop him off, you spoke, âare you sure that youâll be comfortable?â you asked as your fingers were interlocked with his, giving him butterflies.
âYouâll take care of me right?â He asked in a low whisper, suddenly stopping and looking at you.
He definitely meant more than the normal care but you were willing to give him anything.
âI will,â you promised with a smile, âIâll take care of my pretty boy,â you said before pecking his lips and leaving him blushing on the sidewalk.
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The next morning, he didnât have to wake up, for, he didnât get to sleep. Thatâs how excited he had been, the fact that you were going to be in the same room as him at night made him blush.
His excitement only grew when he saw you at the station wearing a skirt, it was short lived as Sunghoon came into view, holding your hand, holding your luggage with his other hand.
Jay frowned at the sight.
Sunghoon looked like your boyfriend with this setting, he did not like it a bit.
You spotted Jay in a second, smiling and hugging him without thinking much, it was not returned though.
You bit down your smile, making him jealous seemed like a great idea to you, knowing well how adorable and needy he is.
Naturally, Hoon got a cheek kiss as a goodbye while Jay had a frown plastered on his face, almost like a pout.
Your teacher came to the station soon, informing you that her seat is not near you both and telling you her seat number so you can approach her for anything youâd need.
You nodded and thanked her before getting into the train, which arrived right on time.
You sat down next to him on the express train, which gave you two hours to spend with him.
âWhatâs wrong?â You innocently asked him, your hand resting on his thick thigh.
âNânothing.â His breath hitched as your hand neared his upper thighs.
You softly massaged that region, âyouâll be a good boy and tell me, wonât you?â
He shivered with the tone you had used, your hands making him feel weak in the knees.
He rushed to keep his backpack on his lap to hide his private area in case something went wrong.
He whined your name as quietly as possible, âtell me what's wrong, baby?â you asked again.
He grabbed your hand, staring at you with doe eyes as he placed it high up on his thigh, near to his hardening cock.
âNot so fast,â you said as you moved your hand away, âyouâre not getting anything until you tell me whatâs bothering you,â you urged him.
âI was jealous,â he whispered, red adorning his face.
âYeah? Go on,â you hummed, softly brushing your fingers in his hardened and clothed member.
The thrill of you touching him in public only made his cock hard.
âYou kissed Sunghoon,â he whined, placing his head on your shoulder, trying to calm himself from the pleasure he was receiving.
âYes I did, and what about it?â You sped up, placing your hand on his cock, thankful that he had covered himself using the bag, so that others wonât be able to see you both.
It caused him to squirm in his seat.
âIâI wanted it too,â he struggled to form words.
âBeing needy, are we now?â you chuckled as he softly moaned into your neck.
âWhat more do you want, pretty boy?â You asked, pleasuring him.
âYour kisses, yâyour touch andâah! You,â he barely spoke.
âThatâs my good boy.â
You continued your actions for a few minutes, allowing him to release his mess without you having to touch him directly.
You looked at him in awe, you wanted him to be yours. Your baby boy.
âYou did so well, baby,â you cooed at his teary face, kissing him swiftly.
âGo and clean up in the washroom, yeah?â You said and he nodded, somehow making his way towards the room.
He was clingy the entire ride, and it made you smile as you gave him all your attention.
âDid you like it?â you questioned.
He bit his lip, âyes, I did,â his answer was short as he was shying away again.
âHow cute,â you said, âget me a list of things you like, yeah?â you requested him just before getting off at your destination.
The whole ride to the hotel was silent as your teacher was with you both, Jay still couldnât think straight, his mind going back to when you touched him and how devastatingly good it felt.
âHereâs your room key, you are both free till tomorrow, so you can roam around a bit but be careful! Donât forget to meet me at the same place at 11 am sharp with your proper attire on tomorrow,â Ms. Hwang commanded and you both nodded, leaving her to settle in her room.
After washing up and changing into comfortable clothes, you both sat down side by side at 9 pm. You noticed him writing something, but didnât ask what it was, only looking at his face which had a cute pout, an expression he held whenever he was focused.
You settled down and scrolled through your messages on the phone to pass your time, even though deep inside, you wanted to spend time with Jay.
He soon came up to you, calling your name softly as you looked up at him.
He gently placed a note in your palm.
âI made the list,â he said, referring to the time you asked him to make a list of the things he liked back on the train.
You raised your brows, âcome here,â you patted the place next to you before you grabbed his chin, making his heartbeat rise again.
âLetâs see now.â Holding the note in your other hand, you started reading, âdegradation and praise kink? Oh, so you want to be called a dumb slut now?â you saw him nod and shiver, enjoying the way you called him a slut.
You wanted to ruin him.
âChoking? Who would have thought that our president âgood boyâ would be into such filthy stuff,â your hand traveled from his chin to his neck, putting in a bit of pressure just enough for it to feel pleasurable.
Jay whined at the constricted feeling yet his eyes never left your face.
âYou wanna be tied up? Cuffed even? And used as I wish?â Your eyes widened after reading his fantasies, the list amusing you beyond words.
You knew that Jay was willing to try stuff but you never expected it to be this wild, you loved it and you bit your lips as you looked his way.
âPlease?â He requested you, eyes innocent.
âWhat do you want me to do, baby boy?â you finally asked as he gulped, coming closer to whisper something in your ear.
âWant you to touch me, please.â
âLike this?â You pulled him closer by the neck, your hand traveling down from his torso to his lower abdomen, and you noticed how he shivered with your touch.
âIâyes,â he let out desperately.
Switching to a better position, you got close to him, almost sitting on his lap as your fingers further trailed up to his mouth.
He was quick to part his lips, taking them in and sucking on your two digits, your head tilting as you noticed how devoted his look was, tongue swirling around your fingers.
âHow cute,â you commented, amused with the boy, the same boy who you thought was innocent, however, that wasnât the case.
All he wanted to do was to please you, and he wanted you to call him yours.
Your other hand rested on his thigh, soon going up and resting on his hard on, causing him to moan around your fingers.
âMy needy pup, do you want me to take care of you?â You asked, loving how he reacted to your touch.
As you softly touched him through his sweatpants, he unconsciously jerked his hips forward, suppressing a moan.
âLet me hear it, I need your answer,â you slowed down your actions, causing him to whine.
âYes! I wâwant that so much,â he said out loud, as you took your fingers out of his mouth, wrapping them around his throat.
âGood, now, donât move, and donât you dare suppress your pretty noises, am I clear?â you asked for confirmation.
He nodded swiftly as you removed his pants.
His hard member came into view, thick and veiny, begging to be touched. Jay bit back his moans as you teased his tip with your thumb, your fingers wrapping around his length before you bent down to softly swirl your tongue on it, your eyes never leaving his.
âFuck,â he cursed out loud as you took him in your mouth.
âGood boys donât use bad language, do they?â You said slapping his dick. Your slender fingers gripped his neck again, this time capturing him in a passionate kiss.
âYâyes,â he whispered against your lips.
âOpen your mouth,â you ordered and he complied, you spat in his mouth, observing how it traveled down his tongue, âswallow it.â
And he did, opening his mouth again to show you the same, causing you to smirk.
âSuch a good slut for me.â You kissed him as he whimpered at the degradation coming out of your sweet mouth.
He also whined at the lack of your attention to his cock.
He was needy, and you loved it. You had wanted to take care of him from the very start, seeing the boy in front of you, all naked, you wondered how heâd look full of your lipstick marks, which youâll leave on his sweet hickeys.
You slowly started stroking his cock again, taking him in your mouth whilst massaging his balls. His breathing got heavier by each second, face red and voice shaky as he took your name sweetly.
Tears stained his rosy cheeks due to the immense pleasure he received, it was unlike ever before, his hands never felt this good, this perfect.
What made it better was the fact that it was you who was touching him, who was making him go crazy.
He liked you so much.
You felt him twitching and you got down to take him in your mouth before saying, âcum in my mouth baby boy,â and he did, moaning your name in the process as you hungrily gulped everything he had to offer.
You got up with a small smile on your face, seeing how he had closed his eyes, lip bitten and his chest heaving up and down.
You softly cupped his face, his eyes opening with your gentle touch.
âHow are you feeling?â You asked him with a small smile, thumb caressing his cheek.
âEuphoric,â your laughter bloomed at his answer, a shy smile on his face, âcan we do more?â He asked.
Your eyes softened at how vulnerable he looked at the given moment, and you knew if youâd do more, then youâll probably wonât ever let go of him.
You kissed his forehead, âwin that debate with me tomorrow and Iâll give you your victory gift, alright?â
He whined, not wanting to wait till tomorrow, but agreed nevertheless.
âCâmere, letâs get you cleaned up.â You took him to the bathroom, asking him to stay still as you cleaned him up, ensuring that he felt okay and you laughed whenever he felt ticklish at your touch.
âCan we cuddle at least?â He asked before sleeping, he loved being close to you. He had given you most of his firsts without any hesitation, and he was willing to give you even more. You grinned and took him in your arms, you both drifting off to dreamland soon.
Jayâs heartbeat clearly out of control as he only got closer to you, taking in your scent and watching you sleep, softly saying.
âI wanna be yours.â
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The next morning was in a frenzy as you both tried to cramp up last minute information before your awaited debate.
Jay kept shying around after last night, and you had to pull him back and ask him to look into your eyes, making him laugh.
You couldn't help but notice how hot Jay looked in a black blazer, wondering if it was the same guy who begged you to touch him last night.
More importantly, you were also aware of that one girl who kept staring at Jay as you waited for your turn at the big auditorium where the competition was being held.
She was just behind you in the line, meaning, she might be your rival team for the final round, where you had reached with ease, courtesy of Jay.
Not being able to handle her constant stares and shy whispering about Jay, you rolled your eyes as you turned to him, calling out his name.
He turned to look at you, his face looked so innocent it made you want to smile, thatâs the exact second you decided to peck him, tips of his ears turning red instantly
âWâwhat was that for?â He asked wide eyed, checking if someone saw you both.
âJust a good luck kiss for my baby,â you spoke loud enough for the girl to hear. A satisfactory smirk rested on your face as you saw her frown from the corner of your eyes.
Your turn came by soon, you listed out all the cons about the given subtopic with Jay smoothly.
However, you got stuck at the doubt round where the judges had to ask you questions, it was smooth until that one last question came up, which you had no idea how to answer.
You looked at Jay with worried eyes, but he kept his composure, remembering that particular piece of information from that one morning he made extra notes before going to your place, which he answered with full confidence, earning applause from the seated judges, and also you, a proud smile adorned your face.
You were sent back to the waiting area where you gushed about how cool Jay looked while answering with such confidence.
âItâs nothing,â he said, trying to act as if his ears werenât turning red at your compliment.
âYouâll always be my shy baby,â you gently laughed.
He adorably rested his head on your shoulder as you praised him for being so intelligent while waiting for the result declaration.
âNow, for the most awaited first position, congratulations to ms. L/N and Mr. Park, from the Decelis Academy, Seoul!â The announcer declared.
You hugged him with joy, taking his hands in yours as you went on stage to accept the trophy, your teacher cheering and clicking pictures of you both from the audience seat.
Jay was overjoyed, somewhat because of winning the competition, but mostly for the reward that awaited him tonight. You both hugged again and got your trophy, Ms. Hwang treated you to dinner afterwards, being proud of you both and informing your principal at once.
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Now that you were alone in your hotel room, without any distractions, you could easily see through Jay and how he was trying his best not to mention the reward you had promised youâd give him.
You smirked.
âMy baby is so smart, shouldnât he be rewarded now?â You asked, getting closer to him as he gulped down his nervousness.
âPlease,â he breathed out.
âPlease what, baby? Use your big words to tell me how you wish to be rewarded?â you encouraged him.
âPlease, I want you,â he whimpered.
Your hands wandered around his torso, unbuttoning him one by one just to test his patience. He started helping you unbutton him, but you stopped him grabbing his cheeks.
âDid I give you permission to do anything?â You asked sharply while he shook his head, saying no.
âBe a good boy for me, yeah?â He nodded as your lips captured him into a deep kiss, your fingers gripped his hair while he held on to your waist, low hums and grunts were heard as you started grinding on him.
âFuck me, please!â He cried out loud,
âUndress me,â you ordered.
He shakily took off your white blouse, leaving you in your lace bra, his eyes fixated on your body, and how pretty you looked in lace.
âCan I touch you?â He asked for your permission, you nodded.
He removed the remaining of your clothes and softly trailed his fingers down your body, as if trying to memorize you. Holding his hand, you guided him towards your wet pussy.
âPrep me, baby,â you instructed him as he hesitantly touched your core, spreading your juices in a circular motion.
He observed how you bit down on your lips and closed your eyes. Getting further validation from you, he pushed in a finger, slowly pumping it, he soon added another digit, his fingers curling inside of you sending you into bliss.
You felt your high nearing, âfuck, Jay I want to cum on your cock,â you said switching your positions so that you were straddling him, he cried out loud as your wet cunt came in contact with his throbbing dick.
âMoan louder, babyboy, tell everyone who the winner is tonight,â you said against his lips.
That let him loose, lewd sounds filled up the room.
âLouder,â you encouraged him, finally letting him enter inside you.
Your walls clenched around his thick member, adjusting to his size. You looked at him for permission.
âPlease, you can move,â he allowed you.
Without wasting much of a second, you started riding him, your tits bouncing up and down in the process.
Jay couldnât think straight anymore, his mind was corrupted by you, small dumb mumbles leaving his mouth and he loved how you were being equally soft and rough with him, considering it was his first time.
âMoan louder before I stop,â you threatened him, finally causing him extra stimulation when you clenched around him.
The pleasure was enough for his tears to run free, his cheeks blotchy with red speckles all over, and he moaned, just like you had wanted him to.
âGood boy,â you kept muttering, loving his sweet and needy voice.
âLet me cum, please?â He asked for your permission.
That is when you got off him.
âNot so fast, baby,â you replied with a peck on his lips.
Harsh whimpers left his mouth as you slowly stroked his leaking dick for the next few minutes.
âPlease,â he begged after he couldnât take it anymore, his dick twitching with how close he was.
âImpatient slut,â you slid into him again, your walls contracting around him, it was too much for him to take in.
You fastened your pace, âIâm about toââ he cried.
âHold it in,â you warned, loved how he closed his eyes shut.
It was so fun teasing him.
You decided to be a bit gentle with him now that he was close, just like you.
âCum inside me, love,â you encouraged
With a few more bounces, and his thrusts from below, he muttered a string of curses, emptying inside of you as you reached your high just a moment later.
You cupped his cheeks, not getting up but looking deep into his eyes.
âYou did so well, Iâll arrange a nice hot bath for you to relax, yeah?â you softly caressed his cheeks.
He weakly nodded, still high from the activities done minutes back. Soon, you helped him into the tub, sitting on his lap as you softly washed his hair for him while he stared at you with stars in his eyes.
âWhatâs it?â you quietly asked, a small smile on your face.
âThank you,â he pecked you, this time with adoration, catching you off guard as your heartbeat rose.
âI did nothing,â you smiled at him as he returned it.
You traced his red bruises, applying lotion to them and giving him a massage as well. Jay was thankful to say the least, eyes on your face.
âYouâre staring,â you noted.
âYouâre pretty,â he said, lowering his eyes as he did so.
âGod, youâre so cute.â You kissed him softly, a shy smile gracing his face as you wrapped him in a towel.
âCome on, letâs sleep,â you patted the space near you.
âCan we cuddle?â he excitedly asked and you brightly nodded, taking him into your arms.
The room was silent, however, it felt comfortable, especially when you could feel Jayâs warmth in your arms.
âY/N?â He called out your name.
You hummed, âyeah?â
âWhat are we?â he asked as he sat up to look at you.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, also sitting up.
âIâwhatâs our relationship?â he gulped as he asked that, not sounding too confident, wondering if heâd be rejected.
âWhat do you want us to be?â you questioned, raising your brows.
Being with Jay was like a rollercoaster, you had grown a liking to him, more than you would like to admit.
His demure ways made you adore him, but he never hesitated to put a brave front for you and those cute efforts of his made you fall for him even more.
âI want us to be more than just friends,â he admitted.
You had bewitched Jay since the day you first talked to him, and the feeling only grew. He looked forward to spending time with you and soon it turned into yearning. He wanted to hold you in his arms and call you his, not wanting to share you with anyone else (ahem, Sunghoon), the phase might have been of only two months, but that was enough for him to fall for you.
âWhatâs more than friends?â you teased.
He pouted without even trying to, wondering if you were trying to ignore the topic because you didnât want him, but seeing his expression, you frowned.
âBe my boyfriend,â you suddenly blurted out, not regretting it after.
Jayâs eyes widened comically, âwâwhat?â
You took a deep breath and laughed lightly, âJay, baby, youâre so precious to me. Fuck! I like you so much, please be mine?â you expectantly stared at him.
His lips turned upwards and into the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face as he leaned forward and kissed you wordlessly, conveying his answer through it.
The kiss was deep and meaningful, âyes! yes, yes!â he squealed as you kissed him again.
âHey, boyfriend,â you smiled.
âHey, girlfriend,â he spoke with confidence, melting your heart as you pulled him down and into a hug which soon turned into a cuddling session.
Both of you fell asleep with smiles on your faces, your arms holding him tight.
Even after the competition, he couldnât help but miss you every second of his day, texting you constantly, calling you at night just to stare at you during the two day holidays you had gotten.
The next time you met was after the competition was three days later at the school.
Jay saw Sunghoon approaching you, but he was faster as he stood in front of you, causing your eyes to widen at his sudden entry.
âHi, baby,â he cooly said before placing a kiss on your lips.
You laughed at his childish behaviour as you see Sunghoon fuming from a distance.
âGetting protective, are we now?â you raised your eyebrow.
âYouâre mine,â he tried to sound authoritative, but his voice came out in a whine.
âIâm yours,â you laughed, kissing him softly.
Safe to say, Sunghoon left after the little show Jay had put up and soon, the whole school knew about you two dating, half of them crying about how wrong the pairing is, you couldnât care less though.
Jay was everything you needed and more, and you were going to cherish him for the rest of your life.
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hello ⼠i'd like to request faded photograph + antique lock and key set with steve. maybe after what happened in s4 with steve and nancy and all that r decides to leave hawkins because she's sure he still loves nancy and she wants to move on? and if you want it could have a happy ending with one of those super cute love confessions âĽâĽâĽ
ahhhh this is so steve! ⼠(also this is my version where eddie and max are alive and fine and hawkins is safe again)
visit amy's flea market âĽ
"I need to tell you something."
Steve is not sure he likes the tone of your voice. It's somber, serious. His gut clenches, and for a brief moment, he scares himself with the thought that something might be wrong with you, something he might not be able to help with.Â
And it's raining outside, for God's sake. It's never good news on a rainy day like this, is it?
"Everything... everything is fine?"
"Yeah. Yes, everything is...fine."Â
You smile, but Steve notices it doesn't quite reach your eyes.
You look at him as if the words are stuck in your throat, as if they're heavy and you desperately want to get rid of them.Â
Finally, you clear your throat.Â
"I'm leaving."
Steve feels as if the wind has been knocked out of him. "What?"
"I'm leaving. Hawkins, I mean. Tomorrow."
You shrug, as if you're not sure what else to do with your arms, and then you turn around and Steve can't even attempt to read your expressions anymore.Â
He knows you've been thinking about college and your future, but he thought... well, he thought you'd stay. You'd told him months ago that you were actually planning to stay. And now...
Steve clears his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. And because he's sure this can't be happening, he double-checks, "For...for good?"
"Yeah. For good."
The silence between you feels like a living thing, thick and suffocating. Steve can feel the weight of it pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. He wants to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. He's not sure if he's in shock or if he's just too stunned to form words.
"Why?" The question finally escapes him. "Why are you leaving?"
You turn back to him, and for a moment, Steve thinks he sees a glimmer of something in your eyes. Is it... sadness? Regret?
"I...I'm not sure, I guess," you say. "Just...why not?"
The words sound pathetic even to your own ears, but you can't help it. It's not like you don't love this place, this town, your friends... Steve. You do. You love it all.
Too much.
And it's different now. Hawkins is safe. The kids are safe. You're out of excuses to stay and get your heart broken a little further. It feels like it's time to move on, to leave behind the shadow of the Upside Down, to stop waiting for something to happen.
But Steve looks at you like you're making the biggest mistake of your life, and then he says the last words you'd expect him to say right now. "You want to leave and you don't even know why?"
It's not anger in his voice, but it's close. It's desperation and fear and a kind of raw pain that you'd expect to see in the eyes of someone who's just been told they have a terminal illness or something.
"I just..." you stammer, feeling the weight of his gaze pressing down on you. "I have to."
Steve shakes his head, looking as if he's trying to will you to stay. "You don't have to."
"Yes I do! In a way that you don't understand."
"Then explain it to me!"
You're angry now, and a little hurt. All of your other friends supported your decision; Eddie, the kids. Nancy. And out of all of them, Steve is your best friend. Shouldn't he understand most of all?
"It's not that easy! You don't understand what it's like here! I can't...I can't just stay!"
Steve takes a step back, clearly hurt. "What do you mean I don't understand?"
"I mean..." You trail off, feeling helpless.Â
What are you supposed to do? Tell him how you are such a coward you cannot stand to see him and Nancy find their way back to each other?Â
"...doesn't matter," you murmur. "Doesn't matter. You'll be fine, okay? You have... everyone."
The words taste bitter in your mouth, and you can tell they're not sitting well with Steve. He looks at you like you've just slapped him, and you feel a pang of guilt. But what else can you do? You can't tell him the truth. You can't tell him that you're leaving because you're terrified of never getting over your stupid feelings for him, of watching him and Nancy falling in love with each other all over again.
You can't tell him that every time you think about it, you feel like you're drowning.
"Look," you say, forcing a smile, "it's not like I'm never coming back or anything. I'll...I'll visit. And...and I'll...call."
Steve doesn't return your smile. He just looks at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours, as if he's trying to find something. Something that you've been keeping hidden. And then he shakes his head, and a small, sad smile finally tugs at the corner of his lips.
"You know what?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe...maybe I should come with you."
You look at him, stunned. You hadn't even considered the possibility. Steve...leaving Hawkins? With you? It's a strange, surreal thought, and...no. Absolutely not.Â
That would totally ruin your plan.Â
"What?"
"Yeah," Steve says, surprising you again. "I mean...why not? It's not like I've got anything keeping me here. And maybe...maybe it'd be good for me to get away. You know? See something new, do something different."
He looks at you, hope in his eyes. And for a moment, you almost consider it. Almost. Because it's so much easier saying yes to Steve than saying no. You could be together, away from all the memories and the reminders of everything you've been through...but you'd still be just friends.Â
He'd be with you everyday, and that's the last thing you need.Â
You can't stand the thought of watching him find someone else, fall in love, and live happily ever after. Of course, you want him to have all of those things; you just don't want to watch.
Steve seems to sense your hesitation, his hope fading.Â
"You don't want me in your life," it's not a question.Â
You panic.
"No! I mean...I do, I..." You can feel the words tumbling out of you before you even realize what you're saying. "You just..."
"Is that why you want me to stay here? Just so you don't have to deal with me anymore?"
"No!" You shake your head violently. "Of course not! That's not it at all!"
But the words feel hollow, even to you. Because in some twisted, secret part of your mind, that's exactly how you feel. You want him to stay here, where it's safe, where he can't get close to you, where he can't hurt you. You know it's selfish, but you can't help it.
Steve's expression softens, and he takes a step closer. "Be honest with me."
You make an effort not to move.
"I'm sorry," you manage to say, your voice barely audible. "I don't want you to come with me, but it's not because...I just...I don't think it's a good idea. It'd be better for you to stay here, where you belong. You deserve...you deserve to be happy. Your life is here, your job...she is here."
"She?"
"Nance."
Steve's face twists into a bitter grimace. "What does Nancy have to do with anything?"
"I just mean...well, c'mon, she was your first love, and you still love her, it's clear, a-and now she's single again-"
"Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second here," Steve says, his voice suddenly raised. "Nancy? You think I'm still in love with Nancy? You're kidding, right?"
You blink, surprised by the vehemence in his tone. But Steve has always beenâŚprotective of his feelings, refusing to really understand them. You had seen how he and Nance looked at each other when no one was around, how he would light up whenever she was near...even when you were in the Upside Down, fighting for your lives, Steve's eyes would sometimes drift towards Nancy, his expression softening.Â
It's obvious to you.
"Forget it," you say. "It's none of my business, I just...I want you to be happy."
"I am happy," Steve says, his voice low. "I'm happy with you here."
It feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. You want to say something, to apologize or explain or reassure...but you can't find the words, and with the way Steve is looking at you now, you're not even sure what it is you want to say anymore.
"Steve," you murmur in a small, quiet voice, your heart feeling like it's tearing in two.
He takes another step closer, and you feel your heart start to race. He cups your face in his hands, his touch gentle but firm, and leans in until his breath is warm against your lips. "Don't go anywhere," he asks.
Right this moment, you're not entirely sure you'd be able to if you tried.
Your feelings are confused enough. Being this close doesn't help.Â
"Steve," his name rolling off your tongue is somewhere between a plea and a warning as you look up into his eyes, chest heaving. You tell yourself you want to pull away, that you simply can't find the strength.
"You really think that?" he whispers. "You really think I'm still in love with her?"
His hands are still cupping your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as his lips part, and he slowly leans in, closer, until his nose is almost touching yours.Â
You fist your hands in the fabric of his shirt, trying to will yourself not to give in to this, to not feel this way, to not want this. "Please don't," you manage to choke out. "Don't do this."
His lips brush against yours, soft and hesitant. "Don't do what?" he whispers against your mouth. "Don't love you?"
"Steve." Desperation. Feels like the world is spinning out of control.
He pulls back, eyes searching yours. "What do you want me to do?"
Your throat feels tight. "Don't do this," you manage to whisper. "Don't choose me because you think I'm a consolation prize."
He frowns, confusion flitting across his features. "What are you talking about?"
You swallow hard, feeling the tears burning at the back of your eyes. "I don't want you to do this just because you don't want me to leave, or because you're lonely, or-"
Steve cuts you off with a gentle shake of his head. "I know that's not true, and you know that's not true," he says, his voice soft. "But if it's what you need to hear..."Â
He kisses you properly this time.
It's the kind of kiss that makes your toes curl, your heart skip a beat, and your stomach flip-flop. It's the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, and a little dizzy, and more than a little bit in love. It's the kind of kiss that tells you, without a single word being spoken, that you are wanted, and cherished, and loved.
"Do you feel like a consolation prize when I do this?" he whispers against your lips. And he kisses you again, slowly, his weight pressing you against the wall. You feel the warmth of his body against yours, the hardness of his muscles beneath your fingertips. "Or when I do this?"
He trails his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of tiny kisses behind. You sigh, arching into him, and he chuckles softly.Â
"Steve..."
"Or this?"
He pulls back slightly, cupping your face with his hands, looking into your eyes as he trails his thumbs across your cheekbones. The softness of his touch catches you off guard. His gaze is intense, searching, and you feel like maybe he can see something there that no one else ever could.Â
"Do you really feel like a consolation prize?" Steve gently brushes his nose against yours. He smiles. "Because if you do..." He leans in, lips parting just enough for his breath to tease across your skin. "...I'll prove you wrong."
"Actually," you smile, feeling the warmth spread from your chest up to your cheeks. You wrap your arms around his neck. "I think I might need some more... convincing."
Steve grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, then." He leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. "I guess that's what I'll have to do."
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spare me this - anakin skywalker
pairing: anakin skywalker + fem!reader
summary: the council assigns you on a deathly solo mission, forbidding anakin to join you.
warnings: angst (i donât know what is wrong with me!! i am addicted to writing it now), mentions of injury and death, anakin is so sweet and sosososo in love itâs almost pitiful, fluff
a/n: i feel like i put a part of my soul in this. i feel so drained but finishing this feels SO rewarding. another day for firsts! this is my first time writing for anakin, or anything star wars related :) this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS. i figured, while i still feel motivated to write, let me finish this!!! hope you all enjoy <3 i loved writing it
âthree days.â you repeated faintly.
you disliked how quiet anakin was at times. it often left you more troubled than relaxed.
you frowned when he didnât look at you from his stubborn stare at the ceiling. sighing softly, you mimicked his eyes and looked upwards, your neck rested against the headboard of the bed.
âwe will come back victorious, and we will be right here. together again.â
the night before your missionâs departure, you slept in anakinâs room. it would have been much easier to ignore him, act like he didnât exist for a while. the two of you were far too dependent on one another. the love sometimes felt overwhelming.
however, anakinâs fear was far too evident. it was strong - too strong to the point where you genuinely believed someone else could detect it. you decided that if you could soothe his worries, heâd be relieved of his thoughts.
but anakin didnât speak. he refused, and his body simply forbid him from trying. not a touch or word was directed at you. it had almost been an hour of pure silence.
unbeknownst to you, there was a helpless feeling of uncertainty that anakin could clearly sense from you. that was what was driving him crazy.
bloodshed was a promise, you already knew it. your master had spoken grimly about the mission, and it was anakin who realized - much quicker than you - that this battle would not end seamlessly.
there was a large, if not, inevitable chance of you coming back alarmingly injured.
you were calculated, strong, and reliable. it was you who the council had chosen to lead the mission.
they were selfish, anakin believed.
âobi-wan knows this will kill me.â
anakin bleakly spoke, his voice muffled by the blanket he had brought up to his face. you decided against expressing your surprise to the sound of his voice.
while obi-wan had no idea about the true nature of your relationship with anakin, he was aware that you served as each otherâs weaknesses. jedi code called for the banishment of any attachments, though obi-wan knew he himself had begun to break them when he started to form a brotherly bond with his once-padawan. he held no room for judgement.
while you hadnât spent nearly as much time with him as anakin had, you felt very fond of him. there was a certain soothing atmosphere that only seemed to arrive in his presence.
secretly, obi-wan had pulled you aside mere hours after your mission was announced. his voice was low as he spoke, and he had gently held your arm the entire time.
âyou come back within your scheduled arrival, and everything will be fine. i cannot promise you we will be at ease if you take longer.â
and, of course, through unknowing ears this was a simple comment - a statement of encouragement, really. but it was a completely different story when you could see the true intentions in his words.
anakin would not be at ease, is what he had wanted to say.
and obi-wan was right. from the moment you explained your mission to anakin, he had gone silent. you had been in your room, slowly walking in circles as you counted the tasks you were required to fulfill on your journey.
you hadnât noticed how awfully pale your jedi had become.
now in present, you realized he had never left his stage of shock.
anakin hated this. he hated how guilty he felt for the resentment he had towards your capabilities. you had impressed the council too much, and it had put you in a dangerous position. he hated how careless you tried to sound, and he hated how you only gave the reply of âyes, masterâ when being told the instructions of your suicide mission. most importantly, he hated how he was forbidden to join you.
âhow do i live? how do i function when you could be dead at any moment?â
you froze, eyes widening.
anakinâs words were cold, and you fought the urge to feed into his frighteningly grim thoughts.
pursing your lips briefly, you forced a smile, brushing back his hair from his forehead. anakin was laying on his back, eyes still narrow and focused upwards. you tried to keep the mood light, attempting to add a little amusement to calm the tense atmosphere his question had made.
âweâre both aware iâm capable enough to handle myself. i used to beat you during training, and i saved you from-â
your playful smile faded, and you gave up talking once you realized he had started to look up at you.
anakin knew you were strong. he didnât need to hear your reassurance, especially when he knew even you were undoubtedly terrified.
for a while, he just stared at you. it wasnât intimidating - he could never direct an emotion like that at you - but you felt exposed, almost as if you should shield your face.
anakin felt troubled, trying to piece together all his discomforting emotions clearly. to have you so close seemed to be a punishment. you shouldnât be here. he shouldnât be seeing the worry in your eyes, or watching the slight furrow of your brows. although, there was something so beautiful about your concern. he wasnât made to feel these kinds of emotions, especially ones that one mere person could provide.
for a moment, he wished he didnât know you. selfishly, he knew that would relieve him of the pain.
âanakin,â
his name that only ever sounded right when you said it.
âwhatâs the matter, ani?â
there were no protests made when you moved closer to him. the security and serenity he felt with your arms around him made it feel impossible to refuse.
anakin trusted you with his life. heâd give you his life in a heartbeat. heâd do anything for you. and yet - why couldnât you help him believe you would be okay on this mission? it was cruel, picking on his one and only weakness. his heart, which you held so effortlessly. his mind consisted of you, you, you.
with a shaky sigh, he spoke.
âyouâre scaring me.â he quietly admitted.
his eyes were glossy, nearing a depressive red. his stare was piercing. you werenât sure you wanted his attention anymore.
confused, though mostly alarmed, you continued to look back at him. scaring him?
âyou think youâre going to die, donât you?â
your eyes widened, and suddenly you felt very vulnerable being in front of him.
âanakin - what?â you stumbled out, shaking your head in surprise. he couldnât be serious. you attempted to talk, reassure him that you would be fine, but his gaze was unfocused. he didnât want to listen to your futile words. anakin knew you better than anyone else.
âplease, do not lie to me.â he whispered, and in that particular moment, you had never seen him so small. âspare me that.â
anakin skywalker, the reckless jedi who consistently charmed his way through trouble. someone who was so spontaneous, yet brilliant.
love kept him going. it wasnât unrequited. he knew that more than anything. love got him up in the morning. love was adrenaline. love was everything and so much more.
he couldnât bare losing it.
âi-â you shook your head again, pausing briefly to lay beside him. a hand was placed on his cheek, and you caressed his face gently.
anakinâs eyes closed, and once more he felt a wave of anger pass through him. he hated the council, he hated the jedi. he hated everything to do with this. they were trying to take you from him. your sweet touches, your soft voice, your caring nature. he felt so bitter it hurt.
you pursed your lips, letting a sigh escape you.
âi will tell you this.â you whispered, cupping a hand around his soft face. âi am scared. i act like i am not because that is what i must do.â
for the past couple of hours, anakin had assumed that hearing you admit your fear out loud would put his mind at ease. maybe, if you admitted you werenât invincible, he could convince you to take extra care of yourself.
but your words had the opposite effect on him.
you were scared. and he wouldnât be there to help.
âi cannot promise you iâll be unscathed, anakin, but i can promise that i will come back to you.â
it took everything in you to not break in front of him.
you forbid him from continuing the conversation further after that.
when the morning you had dreaded arrived, you silently awaited for a signal on your commlink to commence your departure.
you had left anakin, quietly pleading for him to stay optimistic during your absence. he had helped you get dressed. his touch was like a feather, gently escorting you to a hell you could only hope would be generous to you.
weapons were hidden under your robes, as usual. two lightsabers, because you had learned from anakin years ago that an extra could never hurt.
you couldnât help but wonder if he felt possibly felt guilty.
anakin had trained you, hoping that an increase in your skill would payoff on the battlefield to solely keep you safer when he wasnât around.
but you had surpassed his expectations. and now, you were in this position.
it had been an honor to be praised so highly. though, you quickly found that, in reality, it was not something to completely look forward to. anakinâs worry being the main reason.
when your commlink finally sounds off, you waste no time in leaving.
three days, you had claimed to anakin.
when you finally return, a week had gone by.
and just like you had repeated to anakin so many times before - you were victorious.
though, not unscathed.
âmedical-â you breathed heavily, your hand glued to your side as you stepped out of your starfighter, your heart pounding in upmost fear as you realized your vision had begun to blur.
you couldnât tell who grabbed you first. it wasnât anakin, you knew that by muffled noise of calm reassurance. if anakin were here, he would have the entire building burned to the ground in seconds. if it werenât for the excruciating pain you felt everywhere, you could have chuckled at the thought.
ârequesting medical attention - yes, this is urgent.â
blinking as quickly as you could, which looked evidently labored, you watched as obi-wan spoke through his commlink.
yours had broken days ago, leaving you stranded with no communication. retreating was never an option in your mind, and you stupidly had fought until your mission had succeeded.
the consequences of your actions truly haunted you as you were lifted on to a table, the strong scent of medication telling you that, yes, your wound was as bad as it felt, if not worse.
and finally, the mask put over your mouth lulled you to a more painless state of sleep.
upon the first few seconds of opening your eyes, you tried to immediately close them again.
of course, anakin was right next to you.
you heard him jolt in his seat, repeatedly calling your name as if you would die if he stopped. his voice sounded hoarse. gently, you reached your arms out, silently begging for him to touch you. you needed his embrace. you can not have gone through all this effort for nothing. he was why you had tried so hard to survive. without a word, anakin complied to your silent request. his hands cupped your face, while yours did the same to him.
his chest was shaking with uneven breaths.
âi made it back - just like i said, right?â you spoke quietly, smiling through a wince. joking was never the way to handle serious situations with anakin, but fuck, you really couldnât handle how broken he looked.
he didnât smile. he hadnât taken your eyes off of you, almost as if you would disappear the second he looked away.
âdonât ever do this to me again.â
you quickly stopped speaking at his tone. unstable and hurt. you canât promise that to anakin. it would be selfish. you help people - your mission had hopefully saved thousands. what is one life to lose if it can save so many more? youâre skilled, why not use your potential for something extraordinary?
âleave the order with me.â
your eyes widen, bigger than you mean them to.
âi-i canât do that.â you reply immediately, shaking your head in his gentle grasp. leaving the order was nearly unspoken of - all of these years training, dedicating your life - what would it have been for? you canât leave. people need you - the galaxy needs you.
you would have anakin, but could you live with yourself? all these years, youâve been taught to be selfless, so why is anakin proposing such an idea?
youâre sure he can see the conflict on your face.
âyou almost died.â
his bluntness forces to you remember the stinging pain on your side. you shake your head.
âthatâs a part of the job.â you speak firmly. âi would be injured a hundred times over if it meant someone wonât be.â
anakin immediately lets go of your face.
âlisten to me,â
itâs nearly a full-body sob, and you watch as he stands straighter, attempting to compose himself.
you feel your heart drop to your stomach.
âyouâre hurting me - i donât care if iâm being selfish! i love you. i love you more than anything, and i know i cannot live without you.â
anakin skywalkerâs love for you was almost pitiful. he himself nearly couldnât stand it. how can one person cause so much heartache? why is it possible to care for someone as much as he does for you? his outburst was childish, and heâs aware. but he needs you to see him, so raw, so authentically. maybe if you could see the pain he was in, you would spare him more easily.
âanakinâŚâ you whispered, so quietly you almost doubted he heard you.
the reality was, you tended to push anakin away. you were hesitant to love him. you felt greedy whenever you allowed yourself to love him so deeply. you were meant to serve others, not have feelings of your own. anakin was your weakness, and that scared you more than anything. if you were going to be powerful enough to save millions, it would be foolish to have a flaw.
but, clearly, anakin didnât care about weaknesses. he had you, and loved you with open arms, and despite this, he preformed better than you in nearly everything. how does he manage?
âi love you too much.â his voice was defeated, and the anger he had previously held dissipated. âobi-wan saw me sulk after the three days. he stopped me from seeing you when you arrived.â
you nodded slowly. it made sense, you couldnât imagine the scene that would have occurred if it had been anakin carrying your half-conscious body. anakin skywalker reacted according to his feelings. he was spontaneous.
you sighed quietly.
âi would never leave the order, anakin. i wouldnât be able to live with myself.â you spoke, and winced as you visibly saw him tense.
you had to be honest with him.
reaching a hand out, you grabbed his, gently interlocking your fingers.
âbut, i can promise you that i will never take a mission like that. it was reckless, i know. iâm so sorry.â
he didnât speak, taking a seat on your bed.
he was unsatisfied, you knew that.
but you couldnât change the entire trajectory of your life for him just because he worries youâll get hurt. it would be wrong, and you know, though he wonât say it out loud, anakin agrees with you.
he allows himself to give into desires. itâs not because he feels heâs âdeservingâ of them, but because itâs something that comes so natural to him. so why must it be wrong to love you?
anakin is confident with your abilities. he knows how strong you are. but itâs second-nature for him to worry. youâre something so precious to him in this world of despair.
so heâll stay silent and let you do whatever you please. he cannot hold you back, and heâs now painfully aware of it. but, he can help you.
more trainings, better advice, and more time.
you have each other, and he is satisfied with that forever.
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