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well it's love, make it hurt - chapter seventeen

well it's love, make it hurt series

seventeen: it's you I can't deny

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dom!Din Djarin x sub!f!reader

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Summary: You and Din learn to know each other again.

Warnings: bdsm, d/s dynamics, enthusiastic consent, preestablished safeword etc, dom!din djarin x sub!reader, soft din djarin, din djarin is a good dad, long distance relationship, vaginal sex, oral (m & f receiving), communication, angst, major life decisions, author plays god with the timelines (sorry), canon adjacent?, canon divergence?, no use of y/n

a/n: my friends, this is the end. the epilogue will be posted on December 18.

i love you, and thank you for spending time with these two. it means more to me than you'll ever know.

also um just bear with me about what I've done to the canon timeline. it's only a little wonky.

also on ao3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

9 ABY - Fall

Despite his intentions, you don’t talk every day. It’s just not feasible. And maybe nights pass when you’re already asleep when he calls, but if it happens, he doesn’t mention it. You think he’s still afraid to scare you.

What scares you is how much you wouldn’t mind, and even that isn’t so frightening these days. This is easy, far easier than having to be stuck in hyperspace while you learn how to know him again.

When you ask him to tell you the story of how the kid became more than a bounty, you can hear the smile in his agreement. Can hear how glad he is that you want to talk to him, that you want to know.

He tells you the whole thing, and another night, he tells you about the Purge.

You didn’t ask about that one, could never have. It’s an awful, agonizing story, and it leaves you raw. But it feels important that he shared it with you, allowed you to take on some of his pain, and bear witness to his sorrow.

One night, after a few of radio silence, he calls to tell you he’s in a town on Tatooine. There’s a sick anger in his voice as he describes the man who was not a Mandalorian and the agreement they made.

“Should have just killed him and taken it,” you grumble.

“I think he might be a good man,” Din admits.

It’s high praise, you think, coming from him. He might be the only good man you’ve ever met.

He promises to call after, and you don’t worry, even when several days go by.

You don’t.

The way your body feels warm for the first time in days when he finally calls has nothing to do with it.

You roll your eyes at his story, of how Vanth almost ruined the whole thing by refusing the Tuskens’ drink, of how he blows off defeating a krayt dragon as something simple. It surely wouldn’t have been without him, from the sounds of it.

Later, when he tells you the full story, you take back all of the compliments you had given his strategy and competency. (But you forgive him. He wasn’t wrong, really. You weren’t ready to hear it then.)

9 ABY - Winter

You tell him the things you held close before. The things you kept stitched up, that you thought would make you more of a person than an idea, if he knew them.

Some of them were the building blocks you knew would betray you—the day your parents died. The first time you sucked cock for food. Your first kill.

Stories you’d never shared and tried your best to forget.

Moreso, though, you try to share the little things. The things that you wouldn’t have had to share before when you lived your days side by side.

You bitch about bounties.

You gossip about your neighbor Moshi’s on-again-off-again relationship with the Rodian couple down the street (they’re on again right now—you know because you get a lot less sleep lately).

You tell him how you went to the market for new shoes and came back with a little gorg-shaped instrument that makes croaking sounds for the kid instead.

(“How loud is it?” he asks, with no small amount of apprehension. “Loud,” you tell him with a grin.)

He sulks a little the next time he calls. He wanted to see you before moving on, but the next lead was time-sensitive and drawn out.

“That’s too bad,” you say, voice soft and low.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” He almost restrains the hope in his voice.

You’d laugh, but you’re honestly a little nervous. But it’s easier to say this than any of the other things haunting your mind during those sleepless nights. “Oh, I don’t know. Been thinking a lot about having your cock in my mouth again.”

There’s a strangled groan from the other side of the comm. “Cyar’ika,” he warns.

“You don’t want me to get on my knees for you?”

“I do, but I can’t talk about this right now.”

“You don’t have to talk,” you say. “You can just listen.”

In the end, he has to lock himself in the fresher. When he can’t help but cum, you think you might understand why he likes to have power over you.

He does promise to get you back for it, though. If it’s supposed to be a threat, it’s not a very effective one.

But Din being Din, he throws you off balance. “Don’t you dare touch yourself until I get there,” he says after. “If—if that’s still alright.”

A shudder runs through you. “Yes, sir,” you whisper. It aches in your throat on the way out, but you’re not afraid.

He means to tease you next time. Instead, you know something’s wrong as soon as he calls.

He deflects. He’s not ready to think about it, about Bo-Katan Kryze and what she had said about his people. You let him change the subject without pushing it, but he knows you’re not happy about it.

And he knows that not knowing will be worse for you. That you’ll think he just doesn’t want to talk to you. That you’ll simply shut him back out.

So he tells you. He tells you how angry he is at them for their disrespect. “It’s got to do with why our people were so divided before,” he admits. “I can accept that they have different beliefs about what it means to be a Mandalorian. But—”

“But they didn’t have to be such bitches about it! She straight up said ‘cult’?”

He laughs. Your righteous indignance soothes his anger. “You going to fight her for me, sweetheart?”

“What, you don’t think I could take her?”

“Well, she’s got head-to-toe beskar.”

“But she takes the helmet off, so all ll I have to do is punch her in the face.”

He can’t help but laugh again, grinning foolishly in the empty hull of the Crest.

“You know, you’re being pretty rude to someone ready to fight a trained warrior for disrespecting you.”

“I’m not. I just—thank you.”

“You’ve lost it.” You roll your eyes when he just laughs again.

“I might have,” he admits when he’s settled down. It wasn’t really funny, after all. But the abrupt switch from betrayed fury to the overwhelming affection made him feel happier than he had in a long time.

“Hey,” he says, suddenly soft and serious.

“What?”

“I miss you.” It was the first time he had said anything of the sort on these calls. But the danger of setting off your alarms, of causing you to run, seemed so much less these days.

You’re quiet for a moment. You let the feeling sink in and breathe through it. It’s okay, you remind yourself, it’s not a dangerous thing. He’s not asking you to run away with him.

He’s not asking you for anything.

“Yeah, I miss you, too,” you say. You’re quiet, like it’s a secret, and you guess it kind of was. A secret you’ve spilled now, and can’t just wash away.

He doesn’t know what to say. He said it because he wanted you to hear it, not because he ever imagined you’d admit it, too.

But he doesn’t have to figure it out. You surprise him again, and ask, “How far is Corvus?”

“From Batuu? I’m not sure. I’ll look it up later.”

“No, I meant from you, like how long until you get there.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not going there first. I’m coming to you.”

“Are you sure? Don’t delay your mission just because I—”

“I’m not delaying it because you miss me. I’m delaying it because there’s time and I miss you. The nav was set before I called.”

You meet him at the docking bay. Well, you time your dinner around his estimated arrival, but it’s basically the same thing. A compromise you made with yourself.

Rather than waiting there, feeling stupid in public, or waiting in your apartment, still feeling stupid but alone, you’d just get something to eat. Still, you can’t help but watch out for the Crest on the horizon. When you spot it, the nausea you’ve been fighting in the four days since he told you he was coming returns tenfold.

It doesn’t take him long to find you, sliding into the seat beside you. It’s all very smooth, the way he wraps an arm around your waist and presses his helmet briefly to your forehead.

You flush and try to focus on your tip yip and grains.

“You know,” he says, letting you go so you can eat. “If you want to fight people for disrespecting me, start with the di’kut trying to pass that stew off as Mandalorian. It’s a joke.”

You cover your mouth when you laugh so you don’t drop rice all over. “Oh, I know. I told him there was no way it was really Mandalorian. It was edible. My face didn’t even come close to melting off.”

He shakes his head, bumping his shoulder against yours. “It’s not my fault you can’t handle it.”

“Maybe you’re just a bad cook.”

“You never complained about anything else I made.”

“Well, yeah, almost anything’s better than ration packs.”

“It’s supposed to hurt,” he insists. “That’s what makes it tiingilar. It can’t be called tiingilar if it doesn’t make your sinuses burn.”

You grin up at him, eyes bright, before the look falls abruptly off your face, and you turn back to your food.

He’s not sure what he’s done.

But you take a minute, take a breath, and swallow down the terror. “Sorry, I got a little overwhelmed. It’s still weird, you know. To see you,” is what you finally say.

“It’s okay.”

From anyone else, you’d bristle at the platitude, but from Din… well, you know he means it. It really is just okay. You set down your spork. “He asleep?” You nod at the closed pram.

“Yeah, just fell asleep before we landed. Should be out for a while.”

Another grin creeps across your face, sly and pleased. “So, we’ve got a few hours?”

His fingers twitch into fists for a moment. “You, um. Are you done eating?”

You laugh, standing up and closing the lid of the takeout box. By the time he stands, you’re walking down the road. “You coming or what?”

He catches up with you easily, the pram trailing silently behind. “You first,” he promises, taking your free hand in his.

After he parks the pram in the living room, he stops and studies you, head tilted. “We don’t have to,” he starts. “I didn’t—I want to spend time with you, it doesn’t—”

“Din,” your voice is soft as you approach him, winding your arms around his neck. “I don’t think you’ve been talking to me practically every night for months, all just to get your dick wet.”

“I don’t want to screw this up.”

You don’t know what to say, so you pull down on his neck until he leans forward. You press your forehead to his helmet.

His hands find your waist and hold tight. For a moment, you find peace in the solidity of him after only having his voice for so long.

His embrace feels like coming home.

After several reassurances that yes, you did want this, he finally beckoned you to your bedroom without a sound. You found yourself knelt between his thighs at the end of the bed, moving on instinct with him and reading his intent in the line of his body.

“Open,” he says, voice soft but firm.

You obey. The command has you a little dizzy, and how is this so easy? So easy to slip right back into your place at his feet, so easy to just listen.

“Oh, cyar’ika,” he lifts your chin with two gloved fingers, “You want to be so good for me, don’t you?” He’s close enough like this that you can hear the way he croons, voice velvet beneath the crackle of the helmet.

You give a small nod, not wanting to knock his hand away. He rewards you by sliding it up to cup your cheek in his palm. You waver, but don’t melt completely, not yet.

“I know,” he says, running his thumb over your tongue. The glove is rough and metallic, and you whimper with the effort of keeping your jaw stretched open, aching to take whatever he’ll let you. He chuckles, shoving it further into your mouth.

“Go on then,” he says with a slight tip of his helmet. Immediately, you wrap your lips around his thumb, gently licking and sucking on the coarse tip, pushing it deeper so you can reach the leather at his knuckle.

“That’s it. You feel better already?”

You groan around your mouthful, eyes falling shut. He shifts his grip on your chin to the other hand in order to thrust the digit deeper, brushing against the roof of your mouth. It tickles in the worst way, and you attempt to choke down the cough by swallowing more of him. He pulls his thumb from your mouth.

Your heart sinks, but the whine that sneaks out is muffled by two long fingers, two long, bare fingers that are unceremoniously shoved down your throat. He curls them a little, pressing down on the back of your tongue, and lets out a soft groan when you fight the urge to gag by swallowing hard, the soft walls clenching around his fingers.

“There you go,” he whispers, bringing the other hand—now also bared—to hold the side of your face. Between the feeling of his skin against your cheek and the salty taste of his fingers on your tongue, you don’t even notice as you start to slip. Eyes fluttering shut. Drool leaking between his fingers from your stretched lips. He continues to murmur, but you hear little beyond the rumble of his voice.

He taps his hand lightly against your cheek, just firm enough to be on the sharp side. You blink, taking in the way he’s leaning back, head cocked to the side. He pulls the fingers out of your mouth and just sits there for a second.

Oh kriff. He asked you something. “Um,” and your voice creaks a little, “what?”

He shakes his head, neither cruel nor dismissive. “Cyar’ika,” the baritone is a notch lower, “I need you to stay with me for now.” His thumb rubs circles on your cheek. “I’ll help you down when we’re ready.”

“Okay,” you say, little more than a whisper.

“What do you say?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” His cock throbs a little when a shudder runs through you at the praise.

He can’t wait any longer. He doesn’t think you can, either. You're staring at the line of his cock through his flightsuit.

Despite his urgency, he moves slowly, making sure you’re following his hands as they rub over his length through the fabric. He chokes back a moan and is rewarded for his silence by hearing yours.

Your mouth is still open. Waiting. Your hands are on your knees, fingernails digging in through your trousers.

He pulls his cock out, and you whimper, but don’t falter. “Look at you,” he murmurs, holding himself in one hand and your chin in the other.

He doesn’t make you wait longer, can’t. He holds you in place, groaning as he settles himself on your tongue.

You moan at the taste, and he takes the opportunity to grab your hair and thrust in. You gag but don’t tap out, instead pushing forward to take him deeper.

“Fuck,” he moans, already panting with the effort to hold back. He tries to hold still, to let you take what you need from him. He can feel the way you’re still trying to pay penance for a sin he doesn’t think you’ve committed. He doesn’t like it, but it’s less desperate than when you begged him to hurt you for it, so he lets you offer yourself this way. It’s safer, controlled.

And he can’t say he’s not enjoying being the focus of your worship.

You think fleetingly of him asking you to stay present, and grab at his hand while you drool around his cock. With his fingers in your grasp, you tug a little and whine, throat fluttering around him.

“Go ahead, ner kar’ta,” he says, clasping your hand in his and stroking the other through your hair. “I’ve got you.”

So when you start feeling like you’ll float away, you let it happen. Your mind quiets in the way only he has ever helped you achieve, and with his hands tethering you, you give yourself to him completely.

He fucks into your mouth roughly, now. You take everything he gives, and more, still licking and sucking when he allows. When he abruptly pulls out, you whine but don’t move, swaying a little where you kneel, eyes closed.

“Up, cyar’ika,” he says, and helps you climb onto the bed. You peer up at him as he arranges you how he wants, arms above your head with your hands clasped, knees bent and spread wide at the end of the mattress.

He turns the light off.

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper.

The hiss of his helmet follows. Your window is closed, curtains drawn, and no light sneaks into the room. His hands find your thighs and squeeze, reassuring you of his closeness, and giving you warning as he sinks to his knees and licks from your cunt to your clit with no hesitation.

His hands slide down to hold you open, and it doesn’t take long before you’re begging. You had already been soaked from sucking his cock, anyway.

He pulls back minutely. “I don’t know, cyare, you weren’t very nice, teasing me the other night.”

“Please, sir, I’m sorry,” you cry.

His thumb flicks at your clit. “I’m just teasing you, pretty girl. Cum all you want tonight. I’ve got five years' worth to collect.”

And who the fuck just says things like that? But you don’t consider it long, because the second his tongue is back on you, you cum, crying his name.

It sounds just as irresistible as he imagined. He’s already starving, but it makes him ravenous.

He pulls two more orgasms from you before he stands up and sheathes his cock in your warm cunt, swearing as you bear down around him, pulling him in.

“Such a good girl,” he bends over you, your legs around his waist, and presses his lips to every inch of your skin that he can reach. His teeth catch on the line of your neck and the curve of your breast before capturing your bottom lip, pulling you open for him to push inside your mouth. He consumes without restraint, gorging himself on your moans and cries.

When he buries himself as deep as possible and cums, you join him, enveloping him in the heat of your release. He stays rooted inside you, looming over you, as you shake and start to cry.

It’s wrong, though.

It doesn’t feel like the way you used to crack open under his fingers and let him carve out all your distress. It’s not a burst of catharsis or a moment of blossoming under the deluge.

“Cyar’ika,” he cups your cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” you plead between sobs that wrack your whole body. “I’m sorry. I thought I could do this, but I can’t.”

He carefully extracts himself and lays beside you, gathering you into his chest. “It’s okay. I understand,” he says, even though he thinks maybe something inside him isn’t going to survive this.

You don’t hold him back, arms folded into the space between you. But you do bury your face into him and sob until you can breathe again.

“Din,” you whimper. “I’m so sorry.”

“Can you tell me why?” he asks. He presses a kiss into your hair, though he knows he shouldn’t, not now.

You let out a shaky sigh that threatens to crack into a new round of cries. You shouldn’t let him; you should stop him, but the sobs get stuck in your throat and fade when he kisses you.

It gives you the nerve to speak. “I love you.”

He freezes, baffled. “What?”

“I love you, Din. I thought I could ignore everything and be happy with whatever you could give me, but I can’t do it again. I can’t.” You also can’t stop talking, now that you’re finally admitting it all to him and to yourself. “There’s no place for me in your life, and I just. I’m not doing that to myself. I can’t watch you leave again.”

“So come with me,” he whispers, both your hands clasped in his. It’s still flawlessly dark, but he has his sweaty forehead against yours, and you can feel the curve of his nose with your own. He steals a kiss. “Please, cyare.”

“My whole life is here,” you tell him again, but it feels like a lie with the way your lips chase his for more. Your apartment is here. Your possessions are here. But there wasn’t anything you couldn’t walk away from. That wasn’t really the issue.

“So keep it. Keep the apartment, the connections. We’ll come back after.”

“Din, I—” you try again. The words are scrambling to leave you, only restrained by the horrible anxiety of having to hear the truth spoken aloud.

“Tell me exactly what you’re afraid of, cyare. I can help. We’ve always been stronger together.”

“What happens after?”

“After what?”

“I don’t know. After. When you go home, and I can’t go with you. I can’t do the same thing again, Din; I’m not made for it. Not for what you’re asking me to give in between.” It wouldn’t—couldn’t be casual, this time. Not with the way his love for you has survived the last five years. And if you’re really honest, not with the way your love for him has survived, too.

It’s a petrifying thought. Except it isn’t quite. Not anymore. Maybe it’s why you’re confident in these boundaries, ready to admit you aren’t capable of the same untethered companionship. You’ve loved and lost him enough to know it has to be all or nothing.

And he can’t give you all. So it has to be nothing.

His shaky breath floods across your lips. “What if you could go with me?”

You sit back a little, but don’t pull your hands from his. His thumb is tapping against your knuckle. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m putting any pressure on you. I just want to—it’s just an option, okay?”

“What’s an option, Din? You’re making me nervous.”

He takes another deep breath with a slow exhale. “I think I’ve told you before, but being a Mandalorian is a Creed. A choice. There are no rules about who can or can’t swear it, as long as they’re committed.” He pauses, and when you don’t react, he adds, “and you can walk away at any time. It doesn’t have to be until death. You just can’t come back if you leave.”

You do let go of his hands, now. Not because you’re pulling away from him, but because what you think he’s trying to say is overwhelming. You bury your face in your palms and try to parse his words.

“I’m sorry, that’s—I shouldn’t ask that much of you.”

You put a finger up and remember that he can’t really see. “Shh, just give me a second, okay?”

You mull the concept around. It seems like such a monumental thought, an idea of incredible ridiculousness.

But really, what would change about your life? You would hunt. You would carry a small arsenal of weapons.

What would you lose? The ability to show your face?

It meant nothing in comparison to what you could gain.

“What if I went through everything, and then you decide you don’t want me?”

“That won’t happen.”

“Din. I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

“No, ugh,” you grind your teeth. “I need to know, realistically.”

“Realistically? Then when you kick my ass for it, you’ll be in full beskar, and it’ll be a fair fight.”

You can’t help but laugh, even if it's a weak, shaky thing stolen from your breath.

“Cyar’ika. I have no intention of being apart from you if I can help it. But I promise that if something were to happen, there would still be a place for you with the Mandalorians. We don’t abandon our own.”

It doesn’t quite compute. He knows that. Knows the way that even before your parents died, there was no one else. Everyone always willing to cut you open and take. But, if you do this, you’ll learn.

And he wants so badly to give that to you. A family. One way or another.

He takes advantage of your silence, rolling onto his back and pulling you against him, tucked into his arm, where you should be. He kisses your hair and rubs a hand over your back, nails gliding gently over your shoulder blades. Every touch you let him steal while you think over his proposition gives him hope.

You’re not running. Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

But you don’t answer him that night. Instead, you let yourself be lulled to sleep by his warm body and soothing motions. He takes it as a good sign when you drift off.

The kid wakes first in the morning. It’s for the best, since he forgot to put his helmet back on when he fell asleep. Din regretfully slips out of bed, tucking you in. He helps himself to your kitchen and starts a pot of caf before working up a breakfast.

He’s frying eggs when he hears you up and moving around the bedroom. He keeps to his cooking, trying to temper his expectations by reminding himself that you very well may slip out the window.

But you don’t. You come out of the bedroom and sit on one of the metal stools tucked under your countertop.

“Good morning, cutie,” you say to the baby, who is sitting in your sink with the faucet running, filling a bowl, and dumping it out over and over. The drain is open, making sure no water accumulates, and he seems fascinated by the flow. He abandons it, however, when he sees you, cooing and reaching his hands out to you.

“I don’t know, buddy; let me grab a towel first.”

Din tosses you one from your drawer without breaking away from his task.

“Look at that,” you tell the baby. “Like magic.”

Din snorts under the helmet. If only you knew.

Actually, he thinks, he should probably tell you.

But later. When he’s not struggling to keep focus, pretending like his hands aren’t shaking, like he’s not waiting while you hold his heart in your palms and decide what to do with it.

While you dry the kid off and let him climb on your shoulders and head, he plates the meal, setting his own aside.

The kid lunges for the plate, but you catch him. “No way, it’s still hot. Be patient,” you tell him.

Din catches himself staring right as you do.

“What?” you say.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head and pries the kid off you, untangling his little claws from your sleep-addled braid so you can eat in peace.

You thank him quietly when he sets the plate in front of you, and you start to eat, though you mostly just push the food around with your fork.

“Did you mean it?” you ask finally.

“Completely.” His voice is thick and heavy with hope.

“You want me to become a Mandalorian.”

It’s not a question, but he answers it anyway. “Yes. I want you to come home with me. I want to be by your side, always, if you’ll have me.”

You hum, falling back into thought, and eat your breakfast. When you’ve finished, you push the plate away and stand up. “I’m going to get dressed. Let me know when you’re done eating.”

He knocks on your door ten minutes later, having taken an extra few minutes to wash the dishes. When you open it, you’re in one of your go-to hunting outfits, and your pack is strapped to your back.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Completely. Take me home, Din.”

*title from "My Blue Heaven" by Taking Back Sunday

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian fic #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x you #mando x you #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian smut #dom din djarin #make it hurt verse

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veryparynormal · 1 year ago

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[AJ sat atop one of the enormous Sleeping Bear Dunes, one of the six National Parks Michigan boasted. He crossed his legs and closed his eye, listening to the echoes of waves slapping against the sand, the wind blowing through the trees, which at this point didn't have many leaves left on them. The dunes and the trees didn't know any better, but for AJ, this was one of the last moments of calm before the storm. He sighed through his nostrils, having given up trying to pry his mouth open a while ago. Man, this sucked.]

[He let his mind wander, allowing his imagination to take him to another reality. He imagined a world where he was still alive, a world where he gained the confidence to make friends BEFORE dying. He imagined a world where he told Richie how he felt-- he didn't really care whether Richie reciprocated those feelings or not, but AJ would have given anything to at least be able to express them.]

[Flame imagined a world where flame didn't have to worry about weird shit happening on a regular basis. A world where flame grew up and became an artist. A world where flame still cared enough to join flames classmates in hating Clivesdale with a passion (FUCK Clivesdale).]

[A beautiful wish, but still just a wish. AJ remembered the little bits and pieces he'd learned about alternate timelines, and he hoped to God that in another reality, another AJ was out there living his best life.]

[Alone, the ghost flopped over on the ground and stared up at the stars.]

#hatchetblr #hatchetfield #npmd rp #unreality

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solradguy · 10 months ago

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asking this off anon since it’s p obvious who’s asking, but what are your thoughts on asuka? obvs you think he got off light with sol but do you overall think he was mishandled in the story/dislike him as a character?

As a villain he's awesome.

When they established the core of his character/backstory in Overture, they had him almost like a sympathetic villain. If you read between the lines, there were events where the only choice Asuka could have made were ones that were going to paint him as a raw bastard to the rest of society, with the biggest one being the Black Sunrise when he overrode Justice to blow up Japan to keep the Universal Will from manifesting (and making humanity go extinct, probably).

His options were either to override Aria's control over her own body or to try to convince her to do it herself, which she may not have been able to do in time because trying to convince someone to wipe out 99% of a country of people is a hard thing to do lol It sucks for the characters, but as far as writing goes it's awesome. It's a complex choice, and complex choices tell a lot about a character.

He did something similar with Frederick when he put the Flame of Corruption in him. Asuka knew that he was going to lose control over the Gear cell research (implied at the end-ish of Begin) and needed something on the outside to deal with it once that research inside got out of hand (which it did—Crusades). He also needed to somehow keep the FoC away from the Scales of Juno because of the risk of an Absolute World (mass extinction event). Asuka very probably could have convinced Frederick to accept being infected with the FoC but he didn't even try, he just did it.

Asuka had hundreds of chances across the timeline of Guilty Gear to try to explain things to Sol and he never does until the very end of Strive. Of course, Sol probably wouldn't have listened to him anyway because, as far as he knew, Asuka killed/did something awful to his fiancée, betrayed him, and turned him into a supernova barely caged inside a human form. But he could have at least tried. Asuka is complex as hell, and it's fascinating how GG has managed to pull that off.

Until roughly Xrd. And it got worse in Strive.

I don't know what the decision there was. It's like the foundation for an Asuka redemption arc was being put down before they just went and dropped the whole house on it anyway. They needed him to still be a bit of a villain, but they wanted to start wrapping up the Sol/Asuka threads at the same time and it just isn't doing it, imo. Like I said in my reply on that other post, the FoC stuff between Sol and Asuka has been brewing since Missing Link, 25 years ago, and they "resolved" it in a less than 10 minute scene that was in the middle of another scene where the Earth was about to be blown up by God!I-No at the climax of the entire Strive story itself.

Sol's in-game lines about wanting to beat up Asuka and beating him up in honor of Aria confirm that Sol's still mad at him, but... man.... I want to believe they're going to loop back around and expand on all that a bit more later because right now it's a massively disappointing end to Sol's biggest story arc and to Asuka's character as a whole.

Asuka knows he fucked up, Sol knows it, the rest of the world still knows it too. They can't just be like "and then Asuka went to the moon and everyone forgave him because he helped a bit with some stuff." Fingers crossed Sol's planning something with that rocket in his backyard at Iseo. Even if it's just to go up to the moon and monologue at Asuka.

#asks #I don't think Strive's writing is absolute garbage or anything though. There's a lot I DO like about it #It just could have been better in some spots #Probably being developed through peak covid years is what messed it up....

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erosauriarts · 7 months ago

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Chapter 114.5 Spoilers

CAUSE I HAVE OPINIONS.... Holy shit. You can read here:

Discusses some theories and observations

Ok, so

Well, we know Fyodor's ability. Knew it had to do with transferring and unfortunately it's not by touch. I was hoping it would be through blood bc I think it's funny that a religious man's ability was a jab at the blood of the lamb. (Also the savior parallel)??? We learned that Fyodor's ability allows him to take the place of anyone that kills him. This connects directly to causation and not a direct influence (Example Bram gets switched bc he ordered the vampire to kill Fyodor.) First thing first... SIGMA WAS USELESS!?!?! Dazai figured out without him. This was a cool part to see, but also frustrating cause it implies that fucking Fyodor planned this since the beginning. He knew Dazai would watch / come to him, Bros not messing around-

Why?? Well because two were factors that could've stop Fyodor is now several kilometers away on a remote island. Even if Chuuya was to simply ditch Dazai in Mersault, it would take 10 hours for him to get there (Assuming Chuuya flies the speed of an airplane). Fyodor predicted that if Dazai were to keep an eye on him, his other half would be short behind.

This kinda sucks, because that means this annoying no u game is literally Fyodor messing with Dazai.

Fyodor had planned this since the beginning, but Dazai ALMOST got him and to the boy's credit, Fyodor may have stressed a tad bit. Now did he how he would've died; no I think he was unsatisfied with how it turned out in the end, but he was about to get away. He has a right to be nervous about Dazai, but I think he's big relieved mofo is so far away. It's also strange, because whatever Fyodor is doing, Atsushi agrees with it. What about the DOA would Dazai and Chuuya fight against? If the theory it is to end all abilities, make world peace, and end all wars - why can't they be involved??

(Chapter 105) (Below, Chapter 111 and 114.5)

One thing that confuses me is, when Dazai pulls out the body from the helicopter was if that was Fyodor if someone that replaced him?? Does Fyodor kill the people he switches with? Just like that is the vampire outbreak suddenly over? If he planned to keep Dazai and Chuuya in Mersault, does that mean he knew the two would fight against his goal? Something else that confused the shit out of me - Fyodor had the time sword, holy sword, and Fukuchi in his possession since the beginning. If this was part of his plan to have a vampire kill him so he can yoink the three, why did he take so long? Is it just the fact he had to wait for the page's effect to summon this... tri-singularity god. The holy sword is capable of controlling whom ever it's impaled to, but it's also possible for that thing at the end of season 5 to be the god in the time sword (using Fukuchi as a host). Also the triple singularity thing is fucking cringe. I see why but oml Asagiri making shit up and balling hard.

Up next; Bram's dead???? So the vampires are gone. Akutagawa really woke up, saw shit blow up, leave, come back with shit on his neck and dress from a whole different timeline. There is no fucking way there isn't some dimension shit, because TWO HOURS later. What did Aku do??? Leave to a fucking museum? BRO HAS METAL!?! WHERE!? HOW DOES THAT HELP YOU?? YOU CONTROL CLOTH!? HUH?!

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #fan art #digital art #dazai osamu #bsd dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bsd fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd chapter 114 spoilers #bsd chapter 114.5 #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs manga #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd akutagawa ryuunosuke

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myfaveisfuckable · 1 year ago

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Who is more likely to do the deed with their doppelganger?

Klaus:

1. Actual Canon dialouge in season 3 episode 1: Timestamp: 41:23

Five: So if you see your other self-

Diego: Kill them

Klaus: Sleep with then

Five: Avoid them

Luther: What is wrong with you?

2. Has canonically said that he would sleep with an alternate timeline version of himself. Also just very slutty in general (/positive)

Dennis:

1. He wants to fuck his clone soooo bad. He wants to fuck but he hates women. He has too much internalized homophobia to fuck men. He won't stop talking about how godsamn hot he is. He films his sex tapes from an angle where you can't see the other person properly, only him.

Also in the episode Charlie Rules The World, he literally has a hallucination where he's talking to a British version of him and the he sucks British Dennis' dick. That is an actual thing that happens with no exaggeration.

2. He has already blown himself in season 8 episode 8!!! He finds himself to be the most attractive man ever (I don't disagree), the Golden God, "sculpted to the proportions of Michelangelo's David" & all, he's always wearing heavy amts of mascara & uses skin tape to make it less wrinkly. He has canonically tasted his own creampie before. If there ever was a man to consummate with himself, it would be Dennis.

3. So Dennis has canononically fantasized about giving his clone a blow job...I don't think I need to add anything else

#poll #tournament

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dreamerswriter · 2 years ago

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Shroud Brothers Truly Outshine their Classmates in This

Again, if you don’t want spoilers to Book 6, do not look. This is personal highlights for me and this book. Gotta say, this one is my favorite besides Azul’s.

Idia really went all out with Ortho, but Ortho is just as insane as everyone else. He is willing to kill my cat! And blow up the school. You can blow up the school, but don’t kill my cat.

THE SOUNDS THIS MAN MAKES! I had to put my phone down and laugh!

I love everything that comes out of your mouth. I have bias, but seriously, I love this.

Sir, you’re my type and I love you. Seriously though, this was so cool to see him like this. Can’t wait to see more of it in the next book. Do you hear that? That is the sound of my OC fainiting from him being so cool. Also, is it just me or does he sound way more threatening in the English than Japanese?

To be honest, the moment Idia said this, I laughed! This was hilarious to me. That being said, I understand why they didn’t find it funny. They were kidnapped and tested on. On the other hand, all of you clearly don’t listen nor give a frick, why care now?

Someone on Reddit did it. They pulled three Fairy Gala Leonas and one Dorm Riddle. It is possible.

Shouldn’t you be worried about that? Now that I think about it, shouldn’t you be extremely worried that this is happening and you can’t find the predictor? This isn’t something that’s supposed to happen.

I would pay money for this to have a switch game where I can play as them. Like in an RPG. That’s just me persoanlly.

I literally have no words for Rook. This is the most insane thing we could’ve done, but also, I laughed for five minutes. He found a secret non goverment S.H.I.E.L.D base in the middle of the ocean..... I cannot believe this is real.

I wish I could. i would love to do so many stupid and dangerous things. Not the point, but still.

And this broke the internet and made so many memes. Remember everyone, that anime is real and coming. If we get an English dub, they have to say this. No exceptions!

He did care. Better than his parents.

Ah, Hades is here.

Pfft... I love him, so much.

Gods, his family sucks except for Ortho. I get why he doesn’t like them. Also, this is an interesting take on the story as well. Another note, you’re not the only one. Zargeus didn’t like this place either..... In another timeline, that’s your son... My head hurts...

I love this man so much. This is incredible. He’s just trying to get his work done and then send them home. He’s just so done, but he has to do his job. What a legend. I can’t wait for more of him. Even though it is all going downhill from here. Anyway, gg! Next match, I am going to destroy you and your little brother! I will not lose to you, gamer Hades!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland idia #twisted wonderland ortho #twisted wonderland lilia #twisted wonderland riddle #twisted wonderland azul #twisted wonderland vil #twisted wonderland leona #twisted wonderland rook

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celestialnxva · 3 years ago

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The Race Against Time

༄ A Bridgerton x Marvel Crossover

Chapter 1: Too Little, Too Late.

Summary: During the process of returning the stones back to their original timelines, Steve Rogers encountered a mysterious masked man who has somehow acquired a quantum suit. After their fight, the stranger sent all infinity stones back in time and scattered them throughout Grosvenor Square, 1814. When they ask for help from you, the only witch who’s gift is the ability to travel through time, to go back in time and retrieve the stones, what dangers await on this new adventure?

Timeline: Post-Endgame 2023, Grosvenor Square, 1814.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/No comfort, Violence, Guns/Gun Violence.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader, Benedict Bridgerton x Reader.

WC: 5k+ words

series masterlist. | main masterlist.

You’d think that after saving the world from a blood-thirsty alien, the Avengers would be able to go home to their lives with a sense of relief that they haven’t felt in five years, but it could not be any further from the truth. With their eyes fixed on the water, they all watched their friend drift away from their lives forever. Tony Stark—the man they never knew they needed the most— had a death they all did not expect. As reality sank in for everyone that he was gone from their lives forever, his death also signified an end of an era; the era of the Avengers.

The next few hours the remaining Avengers had spent together were all a blur. While some decided to go home, others— like Steve Rogers — needed to wrap up loose ends. It was time to return the Infinity Stones back to their proper places. As Stephen Strange pointed out, time travel was a dangerous line that was very easy to cross if one was too reckless with its power. As Steve prepared himself to travel through time, Stephen, Sam, Bucky, Bruce and Scott all helped him and gave him instructions. In concept, the instruction was simple: put each infinity stone back to its proper places in time and location and come back to the present time. It should have been a simple task. Steve had been capable of following more intricate orders in his lifetime. But Steve recalled what Tony had said to him right before their fated battle with Thanos: ‘you mess with time, it will mess back with you.’ There was no telling what dangers lie ahead of him while he returns the stones, so he needed to be alert at all times. He braced himself and said his farewells to his friends before Scott pressed the trigger.

Immediately, he was sucked into the quantum realm, expertly maneuvering his way through the complicated maze of tunnels to reach his first stop: 2012, New York City. He was so close to reaching the end of the tunnel when something grabbed his ankle and yanked him back. The soldier gasped in shock and swiftly turned around, blindly swinging his shield back to where the intruder was holding him. He felt his shield make a sickening impact against the enemy’s body, watching them stumble back. With how far the masked intruder pulled him back, there was no way he could get out of this realm without hurting the other and getting them off his body. The two of them fought, arms swinging and legs kicking in a race to knock the other out unconscious first. While Steve was fighting them, his keen eyes noticed that the masked stranger wore one of his own quantum suits. Quickly, his mind realized that this was a sudden ambush and that the others might not be able to bring him back from this realm. With one powerful punch, he managed to put quite a distance from the other.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he yelled into his earpiece, praying to God that Scott could answer him. “Scott! Scott, can you hear me?” He cried out, trying to keep himself from panicking. From the corner of his eye, he saw the intruder slowly recover from the severe blow. He could hear static and then a strained voice. Steve never felt so relieved to hear Scott’s voice. “Steve…there’s been an attack. I’m taking you back in five…” Before he could hear more, Steve was punched harshly in the gut, sending him flying back. He was so close to leaving. He just needed to fight for a bit longer. “Four…” he heard in his ear while launching himself towards the intruder. He could only make it so far before the intruder managed to pull out a gun from their coat and successfully shot Steve in the leg. The soldier cried out in pain, his stride breaking as he stumbled back. “Three…”

Looking up helplessly from where he was, he noticed his blood floating around him before his attention shifted to the masked enemy laughing manically. “What have you done?” He growled angrily. The other stared back at him, saying nothing except holding up the five infinity stones that glowed inside the case Steve had been carrying previously. “Two!” Scott cried out in his ear. His eyes widened in horror as the enemy shook the case tauntingly at the captain before throwing them into a random tunnel. Steve could do nothing except watch them disappear into the colorful abyss while the masked person laughed once more. “One!” What was Steve going to do now? How are the others going to react when they find out what happened? While stuck in his thoughts, he heard the intruder’s voice call out to him for the first and last time. “Good luck getting them back.”

“Zero.”

The captain inhaled sharply as he was transported back. The last thing he could hear was the masked intruder proclaiming his loyalty into the abyss as he disappeared: “All hail Thanos.”

When he finally saw the green trees once more, he gasped loudly, collapsing onto the ground with a cry of pain. He could hear footsteps hurriedly approaching him. Shaking hands carefully guided him to the cabin where he could get medically taken care of. He used the one last burst of energy he had left to look around worriedly at the others and noticed his friends’ injured states as well. He murmured something akin to an apology to his peers before he collapsed in their arms and everything turned black.

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When he came to, several pairs of eyes looked down at him. He watched as their mouths moved slowly, yet any words they could have been speaking were silent to his ears. It took who he could make out to be Stephen to slap him several times to bring him back to reality. He blinked a few times and all of a sudden, he was acutely aware of all the sounds surrounding him. “Wake up,” Stephen said sternly, though Steve could tell he was secretly worried behind that cold mask he liked to put up in front of everybody. Slowly, he rubbed his eyes to let it focus. When it did, he was met with the sight of unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn’t the cabin. As if he was sensing Steve’s confusion, Stephen clarified out loud. “We aren’t at Tony’s cabin. I took you back to the New York Sanctum so I could properly treat you and leave Tony’s family alone so they can grieve in peace.” Steve watched from the corners of his eyes the shocked expressions of the others in the room when they heard Stephen’s compassionate reasoning behind the teleportation to the Sanctum. He wished he could savor the peaceful moment this was, but Steve needed to tell the others what had happened.

“Guys,” he croaked out before clearing his throat. “Someone attacked me while I was traveling. I don’t know who they were, but they were wearing one of the suits.” Steve gulped as he remembered the horrifying sight of the infinity stones being thrown away and lost forever. “They’re gone. They threw the Infinity Stones and now they’re all gone.” There was a heavy silence that fell into the room when they all realized the weight of their situation. After a moment of silence, Scott stood up hesitantly, which could only mean to Steve that he had an even worse news to tell. He braced himself as Scott spoke to the group. “They must have gotten access to the suits while we were all at Tony’s memorial service. All of the suits are destroyed,” he paused and sighed heavily towards Steve’s direction. “Including yours, Captain. It’s quite honestly beyond repair.”

This was terrible news for everyone, but they couldn’t give up now. Steve thought of different ways to solve their problems and get the Infinity Stones back. One idea came to his head and he spoke more enthusiastically this time. “Well, Hank Pym is alive now, right? He must know how to make new suits for us. Why don’t we give him a call? He was at Tony’s funeral only a while ago.” Scott sat back down in his chair and held his head in his hands. “I did tell him and he said he could get us new suits, but it will be finished in a few weeks, even a month,” he stated defeatedly. Sam groaned in frustration and leaned further against the doorway. Beside him, Bucky added onto Scott’s statement to make a point. “Steve, we can’t afford to wait weeks. If we don’t get these Stones back right now, who knows what will happen?” He said worriedly. “He’s right,” Stephen mumbled. He looked visibly angry and the others know that they need to be careful with what they say, just so they don’t accidentally piss him off. He crossed the room to look out the window in order to calm himself down. “Plucking the Infinity Stones from their timeline and not putting them back right away can cause massive incursions. It could be the very cause of the destruction of our entire universe,” he spoke gravely.

Steve tried not to beat himself up for what had happened, but he couldn’t help it. He was tasked to do a simple job and now, he might have accidentally been the cause of the destruction of the universe. Clearly, everyone was at a loss for words, unsure of what to do next. There was no other solution they could think of. It was a shame, too. They have only restored the world yesterday and now they were about to destroy it all over again. Hope seemed to fly out the window forever when Bruce thought about an idea that would definitely not be appreciated by the group, but it was the only way they could successfully save the universe. “Guys…?” They all turned to look at Bruce helplessly. He gulped nervously and fidgeted with his fingers. “Why don’t we just call (Y/n)…?”

Sudden tension filled the air and Bruce had never felt so much regret speaking up for himself in his entire life than right now. When the tension became too much, Steve replied to Bruce that made him genuinely fear for his life.

“Absolutely not. (Y/n) is out of the picture.” The others proceeded to protest right after Steve spoke.

“(Y/n) didn’t even help us fight Thanos!”

“What makes you think (y/n) will even want to help us now?”

“Enough!” Wong angrily snapped at the rest of the group. He was not one to usually react so passionately, but when it came to you, he was defensive. You were his friend, even despite Stephen’s desperate attempts to convince him that you were evil and self-serving. They all looked at him with shocked expressions. Even Stephen turned around to stare at him incredulously. Wong didn’t hesitate to defend you from their accusations. “The reason why (Y/n) didn’t help us battle against Thanos is because (Y/n)’s magical gift is time travel. Don’t you remember that the witch can see into the future, just as well as visit the past?” He paused to gauge their reactions: some still angry, yet others slightly faltering in their opinions of you. He continued. “Dr. Banner is right. If you cannot wait for Dr. Pym to finish making new suits, then you need to speak to (Y/n). That witch is the only way for you all to not only locate where each Infinity Stone is, but (Y/n) can also physically retrieve it for you without any quantum technology at all!” When he finally finished his rant, he breathed heavily through his nose, trying to control his emotions. Watching the idiotic men in front of him accuse you of being heartless and inhumane for all these years has finally taken a toll on him. With Wong’s outburst finished, everyone turned to each other, unsure of what to say. They now had a solution, but they all knew that you probably did not want to see them after all the nasty insults they had spewed at you before casting you out of the Avengers team for good. Wong noticed their hesitations and grunted in frustration. “Before you say anything, I am not visiting (Y/n). You all have to go and make amends.” With that said, Wong used his magic to slip into Stephen’s hand your address and swiftly left the room.

Steve let out a sigh and stood up to the best of his ability, supporting himself on the wooden bedpost. Sam watched him carefully, making sure he didn’t fall forward. Bucky rubbed his face tiredly and leaned against the large dresser beside him. Stephen looked down at the paper and closed his shaking fist around it. “We should go now,” Steve said to him. “It’s getting dark. We should figure out who is driving and prepare some food to eat as well.” Like usual, he was the one who always had a plan for the team. Though this time, he was more unsure and nervous about their plan than ever before. Maybe because it was you— the friend they all treated horribly. He was always the one who stood up for bullying, but he was guilty of treating you more horribly than anyone else has done to you. Well— not everyone. If he recalled correctly, it was not as horrible as Stephen had said to you. He admittedly felt a little bit better about that fact and decided to let it soothe him while he made his way out of the room.

Everyone left except for Stephen. Bruce was the only one who noticed that and he made his way over to the sorcerer with a grave expression on his face. He observed Stephen and contemplated speaking to him; then he soon chose to do so. “Stephen…you know, you should probably be the one to apologize out of everyone else,” he chastised hesitantly. Stephen gripped the sheet of paper in his hand harder than before and closed his eyes. The words he spoke to you that fateful night echoed in his head each time someone said your name or mentioned you and now, he was going to have to face you in person once again and own up to his actions. Stephen was a prideful man, one that never admitted to be flawed or ever make mistakes, but Bruce knew better than that. In taking one look at Stephen, he already knew that the sorcerer has been beating himself up every single day for the way he had treated you that night. At the time, he was riled up from everyone else’s insults towards you and he simply just let it slip. “Stephen,” Bruce called out to him, shaking him from his daze. The taller man looked down at him with an icy stare before he swiftly turned around to leave the room. “Let’s go, Dr. Banner. Tell the others that I’ll be teleporting all of us to (Y/n).” Just like that, the man left Bruce alone in the room. Before he left to follow him, his eyes drifted towards the small picture frame on top of the little table at the corner of the room: you and Stephen posed together as happy as you could be, completely unaware of the big fight that would soon separate you both forever. He saddened at the sight of your genuine smile before he closed the door behind him for good.

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Within your five years in isolation, life has been surprisingly more peaceful than you could have ever imagined for a witch of your caliber. Though you are fine now, the first few weeks without the only friends you’ve ever made in your entire life had been torture for you. You had just accepted them into your life as your family when you heard the news about familiar spaceships touching down in New York City. You tried so hard to forget about this future, the future where everyone had died and you had survived. In fact, you did everything you could to prevent this future from happening while you strengthened your relationships with your friends and most importantly-- Stephen.

Stephen Strange: the man who had stolen your heart. You two had met when he was still training in the Mystic Arts. He loved to remind you during your friendship that you were the only person at the time who was able to put up with his arrogance when he first started. Your relationship started out as respective peers who called on each other for help when the state of the universe was at stake, but it quickly turned into daily visits to the New York Sanctum and late nights reading books together. What was once firm handshakes and affectionate hugs turned into hearts burning for each other with each fleeting touch you shared together. It may have been in vain, but you loved him, all of him. You had always done everything he ever asked of you without hesitation and strove to make him smile every time you saw him.

But it apparently wasn’t enough for him. Because on that fated doomsday in New York City, Stephen stepped through the portal and onto your front porch to request for your help with defeating the one Titan you knew would end up successfully destroying the universe. You knew it was going to happen. You knew that time would come where he would fulfill the prophesy you saw when you looked into the future, but you thought you had more time to confess to him before it was too late. But now it was too late and all you could do was brace yourself for the inevitable.

They were all there. Of course, the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes could not finish the job on their own. Of course they needed your help in defeating Thanos. You wanted so desperately to say ‘yes,’ to change the future by helping them defeat the man that would end up killing all your friends. You wanted to give yourself more time with the man you’ve grown to love. Even though you wanted to change the future so badly, it would risk an incursion if you agreed to help. So, with a heavy heart, you declined their pleas. You knew what was going to happen next: the begging, the gaslighting, the insults to your character and morality, all of it being thrown your way. Those were all the events you were expecting. What you weren’t expecting, however, was what Stephen had to say to you that night:

“You’re pathetic, (y/n). It was a mistake to ever consider you as a friend.”

It hurt in so many different ways. Over the years, you’ve analyzed his words over and over again. It was the way he said it so coldly, while looking at you with an arrogant sneer. It was the way he confirmed that he never saw you as anything more than a friend, even though the romantic tension you two had for each other was undeniable. But the worst part was that this was not just his final disappointment in you, but it was also his final goodbye before he would die from the hands of Thanos. Those words alone were enough to run away and disappear from the world for the rest of your life. And after that night, they never saw you again.

You slowly came back to reality after a moment of deep reflection and you took in the beauty of the forest all around you. Building this cottage in the middle of a forest was the best decision you have ever made. You had to remind yourself that this life was more fulfilling than being an unappreciated ally fighting other peoples’ wars. Your connections to nature and the animals around you were enough to leave behind your time traveling lifestyle and appreciate what the present has to offer you every single day. You promised yourself that you would use your magic to nurture yourself, your lively cottage and the wildlife around you. They provided better company than your friends have ever given. This is where you belonged: wild and free.

That is, until you heard a familiar sizzle and a golden circle appear right outside your gate.

After the shock of the sight of your friends near your home settled in, you narrowed your eyes in anger. How dare they show up unannounced and beg for your audience once again! How dare they waltz back into your life as if they hadn’t said the vile words they threw at you that continue to haunt your mind to this day! You will not let them ruin the peace you have worked so desperately to keep in your sacred space. Extending your arms, you used the thick growing vines on your fences to form them into a thick wall, barring them from even approaching you at all. You huffed at your work and collected the last of your ripe vegetables before slamming the cottage door shut.

Stephen sighed at your actions and rubbed his forehead. Your magic would be difficult to counter. It was unpredictable and he was sure that you have only advanced in your abilities since the last time he saw you. And sure enough, Bruce ended up getting electrocuted after delicately touching the vines. He grabbed the man’s collar and tugged him behind, analyzing the witchcraft before him. “Step back. (Y/n)’s magic is powerful and unpredictable. Let me handle it.”

While Stephen continued to cast spell after spell in order to counter it, he mentally slapped himself for not thinking about bringing Wong to the cottage. Once again, his arrogance failed him. The entirety of this situation was so ironic for him: before, you were trying to break down his emotional walls so you could become closer to him and now, he was trying to break down physical walls so he could see you again. Seeing as it was hopeless to try and break the barrier with Stephen’s magic, Bucky impatiently stepped forward and took out his gun. Stephen’s eyes widened. “No, don’t--!”

You were peacefully cutting a carrot when you heard several gunshots echo across the forest. The animals inside your house quivered at the sound and immediately hid or ran out the door. In a state of sudden panic, you hurriedly used your magic to calm their minds before rushing out the door and across the garden. You were horrified at the sight in front of you: your beautiful vines now withered on the ground due to the gunshots. Your eyes filled with tears, now letting the pent-up anger, sadness and revenge fill your entire body and you channel that raw energy into your hands. Seeing your hands light up, Steve took a step forward and laid his shield down in front of you to surrender. “Stop! We just want to talk!” he exclaimed quickly before you could attack. His words did nothing to ease the pain of losing your plants to destructive weapons and the pain of seeing your former friends begging you for help once again, but it was enough to convince you to disarm yourself.

You reached up to wipe the tears that were quickly spilling from your eyes and turned around, walking up the path and to your cottage. “I know why you’re here. Just...” you let out a hiccup before you tried to calm yourself down. As much as you wanted to kick them out, this was a mission that Fate wanted you to accept. So, you weakly beckoned them over. “Come inside.”

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“...and that’s why we came to you, (y/n). We know that this is a lot to ask for, but you’re the only hope we have.”

You looked up from under your eyelashes to stare at the men inside your home. The cottage did not react kindly to the unwanted guests, with flying chairs sweeping Sam off his feet and the wooden coat rack swinging hard against Bucky’s head. But they all knew they deserved it. They were the ones who had always been at fault. You slowly moved to the cauldron and threw spices and herbs into the boiling water. “You treat me like shit for having a backbone and now you come here, five years later, just to ask for my help again?” you hissed out bitterly before turning around to glare at all of them. “You all have the utmost audacity to ask me to participate in a very dangerous mission without so much as an apology!” The chairs emphasized your point by bending forward, causing Sam and Bruce to collapse on the floor. Steve made eye contact with you with a guilty expression and you then remembered what you had to do. You let out a deep sigh and waved your hand dismissively. “As I expected. You guys have always seen me as an asset to use, anyway. Once I finish making dinner, you will all eat and leave afterwards. I will see you all at the Sanctum tomorrow.”

Though you held no emotions to your statement, the others felt quite horrible about how they had treated you. The dinner that night was incredibly tense with everyone else reflecting on what they did to lead you to the conclusion that they only saw you as an asset. You hated every second of their stay at your home because you knew now that they always put you in danger. They never gave you the peace you deserved and they only saw the value of your powers. Yet still, you had to push these thoughts away for now. Fate has called you to help them return the Infinity Stones. After that, you can finally return to your life and pretend that the love you had for Stephen and your friends had never existed in the first place.

After dinner had been concluded, the others tried to make it up to you through their pitiful requests to help you around the house. Steve offered to clean the dishes for you and Bucky offered to clear the table. Your lovely cottage had spoken for you, of course, as everything seemed to clean itself up on its own. They all stood in the center of the kitchen and watched everything gain a mind of its own as the cottage worked hard to clean everything up. While it did so, you stepped out to get fresh air, letting the moonlight bathe you with its energy. It cleansed you from all the worries and stress you had gained from seeing them today and calmed your spirit once again. Of course, this only lasted for a short amount of time when you felt a familiar presence behind you. You lowered your gaze to the pond in front of you, watching the fishes swim elegantly in the moonlight.

You said nothing, forcing Stephen to make the first move. You knew he had always relied on you for everything in the past, but now you refused to give him anything remotely familiar to the affection you held for him before. He grit his teeth nervously but he took the hint and walked up next to you. “I know...you don’t want to see us, to see me. I know I hurt you, but I--” he cut himself off when he saw your face visibly change to a look of pain before you looked away. He couldn’t admit it to anyone, but it broke his heart to know that he had caused you so much pain to the point where it could not be repaired. Life without you has been so horrible and seeing you so happy before he came here made him want to keep his distance from you, but he couldn’t do it. He needed you. He looked down shamefully and fiddled with the cuffs of his robe. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I’m sorry for what I said that night. I know it’s not in my place to ask for your forgiveness, but I just needed you to know that I’m sorry. I...” he trailed off, his voice wavering with a deep emotion he had hidden from everyone except for you at this moment. “I miss you. I miss your presence at the Sanctum. I miss seeing you, being with you. (Y/n),” he pleaded quietly to you, slowly intertwining his scarred fingers with yours. As if a dam broke inside you, all the unrequited love you repressed for this man had possessed you once again. It was too much to deal with while he pleaded with you. “Please, I can’t live without you,” he confessed, squeezing your hand boldly as he waited anxiously for your answer.

You stayed quiet, trying to calm the racing heart you once again felt after so many years. You remained this tense before you forced your hand out of his grasp. He let out a soft sigh of disappointment, which tipped you over the edge. Now he is sad that you cannot be in his life anymore? How ridiculous of him to think that he could just waltz back into your life and hope that you will come back to him, a man who had never learned to appreciate you for who you are. You turned to him sharply with frustration in your eyes. “It’s a little too late for that now, isn’t it? You said it yourself: you should have never been friends with me. Because that’s all I was to you, Stephen: a friend. Of course, the great Stephen Strange couldn’t even admit that he loved me just as much as I loved him!” You laughed bitterly. “You couldn’t even keep that friendship with me because you were so busy pretending that you could care less for everyone around you except for yourself!” you shouted at him towards the end. This was what you’ve been wanting to tell him for so many years and now, it felt satisfying to see the look of hurt and guilt on his face. You scoffed at his expression and stared at him in disdain. He stared back at you, comparing your expression to what it once was when you loved him. Never in his life will he ever regret anything more than the way he destroyed any chance of experiencing the love you had always wanted to give to him, as he had always refused to take it because of his arrogance and selfishness.

You gripped onto his robe and tugged it harshly towards you. He grunted in shock before he looked at your threatening gaze. “Let me make it clear: you and your friends have broken any form of love and trust I had previously held. You will never be forgiven and you are never to seek me out again after this mission is finished.” You shoved him backwards after you finished speaking and made your way back to the cottage with the others. You stopped at the door and finally said the words you wished you could have said all those years ago.

“You are pathetic. It was a mistake to ever think that you could love me the way that I loved you.”

The words you spoke were the exact parallel to what he had said five years ago. Only now, he finally felt the full force of pain and hurt you had experienced ever since that night. By the time he had fully processed your words, the others have been calling him to make the portal back to the Sanctum. Mindlessly he did so, letting everyone through before he went though it too. As he closed the portal, he made eye contact with you and he knew right then and there that he had lost his chance to ever feel the happiness he had hoped he could have with you forever. When you stare right back at him, you know that when you step foot into the Sanctum tomorrow to travel back in time and once again clean up after their mess, he will only think about how he and everyone else will lose your love and kindness forever.

And that alone was victory enough for you.

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v-hope · 4 years ago

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One Way Ticket

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (ft. Yeontan bc Family)

Genre: Flufffff, established relationship, long distance relationship (not for long), and like, slight angst at the beginning if you squint your eyes and do a backflip

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Long distance relationships are never an easy thing, and although you and Taehyung had managed to make it work for four years and were used to not seeing each other that much already, he couldn’t help but feel like his birthday was ruined at the news of you being stuck at the airport due to a bad weather flight delay. However, although things didn’t quite go to plan, it only took for you to arrive two hours before the day was over for it to be his happiest of birthdays so far.

A/N: Hellooo, well, obviously this is for my man’s birthday 🥳💝 This story takes place in my Red Flags series’ timeline since one of you requested it and I thought it would be really cute, but you don’t need to have read it to understand what’s going on here. I hope you guys enjoy! please let me know your thoughts~

“You were supposed to be here today” Taehyung reminded you, unconsciously tightening his hold on the phone as his low voice did a good job at letting you know just how upset he was.

You sighed, that alone letting him know you weren’t having a good time with said fact that was just not happening anymore either. “I can’t control the weather, love…”

Now, he knew that. Of course he knew that. But right then, he really fucking wished you did control the weather. That way you wouldn’t be stuck in another continent still due to a snowstorm that had delayed, if not cancelled, all flights that week — a stupid snowstorm that was keeping you away from him for longer than you should have.

It was a joke. It had got to be a joke.

That was what Taehyung kept telling himself throughout the whole phone call, and continuing to believe —to wanting to believe— so even after you hung up.

You were supposed to arrive that night. That had been the plan all along. All his schedule he had rearranged so he could make sure that particular night he would spend with you. Just you and him. Since the very next day, also known as his birthday, he would have to go to rehearsal for BTS’ presentation on the 31th like every other year, he was looking forward the most to this night. He had it all planned out. Your flight would arrive at 8pm, he would pick you up and then the two of you would have dinner together back at your —now— shared place. You would wait up until midnight, have some cake afterwards, and then stay up late so you could, well, catch up on a few coupley things you had been missing out on for a good while now. After all, you had not seen each other in nearly five months.

It was funny, how he used to always say he would never be able to do long distance relationships when he was younger, yet here he was now, four years —and going strong— into one. It was hard as hell, he could not deny it, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way, not as long as he got to be with you in the end. And at the end of the day it was all worth it, for you had finally graduated uni back home, managed to find a job in Seoul, and were now moving in with him like the two of you had agreed on a long time ago, once you realised you were most definitely sticking together for as long as your lives allowed you to. So, even if he had to wait a little longer to see you, this time it was different, for you had only gotten a one way ticket, and he would never again have to drop you off at the airport and cling on to you like his life depended on it, somehow being harder for him to let go of you as the years went by.

Nevertheless, it sucked. Right then, it really fucking sucked. Five months had gone by without seeing you already and turns out he would now have to wait one or even two more days than planned? Bullshit. And that if he was being optimistic, because he swore to God he would lose his shit if you had to spend New Years Eve on a plane, alone. Not like you were spending it together to begin with either, since he had that thing to attend to, but you would at least have a good time with some of the friends you had made during the time you had stayed in Seoul for your uni’s exchange program, and who had now invited you over to a party you had oh-so-excitedly told him about.

That night, Taehyung went to bed late. Still wanting to believe with everything in him you were just pulling a prank on him like you loved to do every now and then, and that you would walk through the front door anytime with that tired face of yours after the long ass flights to Korea he was so used to by then — the same exhausted face that would light up as a bright smile took over your factions instead at the sight of him.

However, that night, you did not make it home. What you did make it to instead, was to be the first one to congratulate him on his day. Over the phone, yes, with the airport’s background noise and not in person like he had wanted to, yet there you were being once again the first one to do so, at exactly 00:00. And somehow, that alone was enough to make him happy before going to sleep. Not as happy as he would’ve been with getting to sleep with you in his arms, of course, but happy nevertheless.

He did not lose faith, though. The next morning, as he got ready to head out to rehearsal, he kept glancing at his apartment’s door over and over, still waiting for it to burst open anytime and for you to walk inside right after.

When that didn’t happen, he looked forward to the moment his members brought him his birthday cake as they waited in the dressing rooms for their turn to rehearse. Now, the guys hadn’t told him they were bringing him cake, but after all these years it was pretty much a given. And it would only make sense that you were there, right? Whether it was bringing the cake to him as everyone in the room sang the traditional birthday song to him, or showing up as a surprise right after.

Once that didn’t happen either, he couldn’t hide his disappointment anymore — still being grateful to everyone else for trying to make his special day a memorable one, yet not being able to fully enjoy it without you there. Even falling in the cliché of wishing for you to be there as he blew out the candles. That was truly all he wanted, after all.

And once his schedule for the day was finally cleared up, his last hope was walking into the apartment that night and seeing you already there waiting for him.

Again, that didn’t happen.

Biting the inside of his cheek as he walked into an empty apartment, although Yeontan was there to excitedly welcome him back home and had managed to bring a weak smile to his face, he couldn’t help but feel his eyes well up with tears. Telling himself over and over how stupid it was to be upset over something neither of you could control, he contemplated calling you for a few seconds, shaking that thought off with a tilt of his head and deciding to go take a hot shower instead. No matter how bad he wanted to, if he did call you, he knew for sure he would end up being even more upset than he already was, and then you would end up being upset as well, and that he did not want.

Not even bothering on drying his hair later that night, he changed into his pyjamas and called Tan to go keep him some company like it was usual by then. Watching the fluffy dog make himself comfortable on the mattress, Taehyung turned the lights off so he could get into bed for once and for all — wanting nothing but to sleep that day off so you would hopefully be there by the morning. Although it would no longer be his birthday, he wished he could at least get to spend some time together before he had to head out once again.

Before he could completely doze off, however, he felt Yeontan snap up from his sleep and effusively wave his tail from side to side as he ran to the closed door of the bedroom. Letting out a tired groan, Taehyung glanced over at the clock on his nightstand, staring at the number ten on it for a second before he turned the lamp on and fixed his eyes on his excited pup.

“I already fed you,” his voice came out hoarse at the lack of speaking, catching Tan’s attention for a second there before he was back at barking at the door. “Don’t tell me you want to go to the b—”

That’s when the sound of a key making it inside the front door’s lock caught his attention. And, you see, only two people had a key to the apartment. One was his, of course, and the other one, much to his excitement right then, was yours.

Not even having time to catch his breath, he jumped off the bed and opened the bedroom’s door, watching Yeontan sprint down the already illuminated hallway as you had just turned its lights on — a huge smile parting his lips at the sight of you, not being able to hold back a giggle of his at the way you had panicked and closed the door harder than you had intended to, so Tan wouldn’t be able to run out of the apartment.

“Tan-ie bean!” you excitedly greeted the pup first thing as he reached your side.

Struggling to move past your suitcase, you managed to kneel down to pet the cute ball off fluff with one hand as you held the other one as far up as you could, holding a strawberry cupcake with a single candle on it that you had already lit up right before coming in — maybe not your brightest of ideas.

Staring up at your boyfriend, who was still on the other end of the hallway, you smiled brightly and stood up straight as he came closer. “Happ—”

Before you could even finish what you had initially planned to sing and had by then settled for cheerfully chanting instead, Taehyung had already pulled you into his arms — unintentionally blowing out the candle as he had rushed over to you way faster than he’d like to admit.

“I missed you” he mumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around your figure and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he felt his heart at ease.

You smiled sweetly, wrapping your arms around him as well —being careful enough not to stain his designer pyjamas with the cupcake’s icing— and pressing down a small kiss to his shoulder.

“I missed you, too” you cooed, hearing him giggle when you planted a kiss on his neck this time.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were getting on a plane already?”

“Because I thought I would get here before you came back from rehearsal and I’d surprise you. You know, wait for you with dinner and whatnot…” you pouted. “But then of course I had trouble with my luggage and got here way too late. So I got you a cupcake and a candle instead!”

Taehyung giggled at the way you had ever so cheerfully said that last part, pulling slightly away from your body so he could glance at the cupcake in your hand you had just raised up in a victorious way.

“You could’ve just showed up barehanded, said ‘happy birthday’, and I would’ve been the happiest”.

“You interrupted me when I was about to tell you ‘happy birthday’, though” you huffed over dramatically.

Letting out a light laugh, he securely cupped your face in his warm hands and rested his forehead on yours, smiling blissfully as ever at how close he was able to have you right then, at how he was able to feel your warmness in his hands after all those months. “You can say it again now”.

“But you already blew out the candle” you pouted, bringing the treat closer to him so he could see your point.

“I guess this is the moment my wish comes true then”.

“You didn’t even get to make a wish, you idiot” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, I did” he nodded his head determinedly. “Earlier today. And not to brag about it, but it already became true”.

“Was it perhaps for me to arrive today?” you coyly batted your eyelashes, earning a very visible roll of eyes from him.

“Cocky, aren’t we?”

“I mean,” you shrugged, taking a step back from him and his hold. “I can always go back home and send your actual wish ov—”

“Yah,” he stopped you as you dramatically turned around to pretend to leave and Yeontan followed right after, pulling you back to him by your wrist. “I didn’t spend pretty much my entire birthday wishing for you to get here so you can leave me just like that” his eyes turned softer, yet still held that playful vibe in them. “Besides,” he pulled you closer, this time by your waist. “Funny how you said ‘go back home’ when this is your home now, baby” your heart skipped a beat at his remark, appreciating the way he looked up and puckered his lips as he pretended to fall deep in thought. “Hm… Maybe I misheard”.

You giggled at the way he had copied your overdramatic ways, bringing your free hand up to sweetly caress his cheek. “My bad, love”.

Taehyung smiled, with that boxy smile you fell in love with years ago, and nodded softly to let you know it was alright. “Can I get my birthday kiss now?” he murmured, ever so faintly brushing his longing lips against yours. “I’m kinda dying over here”.

Shaking your head in amusement as you laughed, you bit your lower lip. “Just kiss me already, you dork”.

So he did, not even dreaming of wasting another second before his lips hungrily crashed against yours. He had missed you like crazy, he always did, but right then, as your soft lips were pressing on his and your hand made its way from his cheek to the back of his head, entangling your fingers in his still damp hair, he realised just how bad he had craved your touch, how bad he had craved you.

Having him deepen the kiss, you couldn’t help but take one step back as you had lost your balance — his hand being quick to bring your body right back to press against his, later resting on your lower back to keep you steady as his other hand firmly cupped your cheek.

“Happy birthday” you mumbled against his mouth when you had pulled away to catch your breath, feeling the corners of his lips curve up before he pressed them to yours once more.

“It is now” he hummed, drawing tender circles with his thumb on your chin and not being able to hold back a giggle when it was you the one to steal a kiss from his mouth right then.

Your breath hitched when you felt his hands made their way down your body, letting out a squeal when they grabbed your thighs and picked you up without a warning — your arms wrapping tightly around his neck and legs around his waist as his hands were firmly placed on your ass to keep you from slipping down while he walked the two of you out of the hallway and into the living room, having Yeontan run past you two and go lie on the couch.

“Yah, I just got here and you’re already going for second base?” you teased him with raised eyebrows.

Taehyung shook his head, cockily raising one of his own. “I’ve earned my right to all bases a long time ago, I don’t know what you’re talking about”.

“Don’t get too cocky, Kim Taehyung” you warned him as he sat you down on the edge of the counter, being careful enough not to knock down one of the pictures of the two of you that were neatly displaying on it. “I might revoke all your rights”.

“You wouldn’t” he daringly squinted his eyes. “Not on my birthday”.

You threw your head back, letting out a loud laugh and placing the cupcake down on the counter before you went back to his eye level. “Only under two hours until it’s over, so...”

“You wouldn’t” he repeated confidently.

“What makes you so sure, old man?”

Shaking his head in amusement and deciding not to comment on the taunting name you had just called him, he didn’t even try to hide the smirk that was curving up the corners of his lips as he leaned in. “I just know”.

Not even trying to play it hard anymore, you met his lips in the middle, humming contentedly when he placed his hand behind your neck so he could take control over the kiss he was not quite willing to let go of yet. And neither were you, which is why your eyes remained closed and your lips slightly puckered up —clearly wanting more— when he suddenly pulled away one minute later.

“Okay, now tell me my birthday present!” he demanded.

Still being too stunned by the intoxicating kiss he had just given you, it took you a second to open your eyes after hearing his muffled yet excited words against your lips — eyes locking with his excited ones as his hands unconsciously rested on your thighs.

“Oh, it’s in my bag!” you jumped up once you managed to understand what he had meant. “Let me go get it”.

Although your words were meant for him to move aside so you could get up on your feet and rush over to the forgotten suitcase on the hallway, Taehyung did not move an inch — if anything, tightening the hold of his hands on your thighs to keep you from going anywhere.

“Not that one”.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “The cupcake?” you offered, earning a light laugh from him, along with a small shake of his head. “Sex? Because I know I was just threatening with revoking that right, but since it’s still your birthday, I mean...”

Taehyung laughed wholeheartedly, once again shaking his head no as he brought his face closer to yours. “Although I would love that and will take you up on that offer later,” his bold words managed to bring some heat to your cheeks. “That is not what I meant”.

“What did you mean then?”

“Just want you to tell me something...” he hinted, gently caressing your sides. “How long will you be staying, baby?”

You rolled your eyes when it finally hit you what he had meant all along. And you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at how such simple things were the ones that made him the happiest. “Well, considering I only got a one way ticket over here this time,” your heart sped up at the way his smile grew wider at the sound of that. “And that the rest of my stuff will arrive here in a few days… I’d say I’m staying for quite a long, long time”.

“How about forever?” he smiled brightly.

You giggled, tilting your head up in anticipation as you felt him lean in to press his mouth on yours. “I like the sound of that”.

“I love the sound of that” he agreed, pressing another kiss to your smiling lips.

And you truly did, for although you were leaving everything behind, your family, your childhood friends, your culture... it was easy as long as you had him. And even though you knew there would be times homesickness would hit you like a truck, especially when the time came and Taehyung would have to go on tour with his group, you were ready to start your new life here with him. You had already lived here once for a year, after all, the only difference being you now got to live with your long term boyfriend, and, of course, that you wouldn’t have to count down the days until you had to go back home and away from him anymore.

“Everything alright?” he wondered, catching up on the way you had momentarily spaced out.

“Mhm…” you were quick to reassure him with an eager nod of your head. “Now eat your birthday treat before I do” you threatened, grabbing the cupcake that had been lying next to you all along and bringing it up to his face.

Taehyung chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck that was sweetly followed by another one. “But I have my birthday treat right here…”

Although flustered by both his words and the way his lips kept peppering soft kisses all over the sensitive skin of your neck, you stood your ground. “Pretty sure I’m your girlfriend, but oh well”.

He chuckled once more — before you could react, dipping one of his long fingers on the icing and spreading a good amount of it on your lips. “Now you’re both”.

You didn’t really get to fully laugh at his playful antics before the sound of it was muffled by his mouth sucking on your bottom lip, his fingers holding onto your chin to keep you from pulling away as he deepened the kiss — making sure to remove every last trace of icing on your mouth before he slid his tongue into it.

Breaking the kiss for a brief second for what he thought was to catch your breath before bringing your already swollen lips back to his awaiting ones, he found himself letting his jaw drop when you opened your mouth not to kiss him once more, but to bring the infamous cupcake up to it and loudly bite down on it.

“Yah, that is my strawberry cupcake!” he called you out — although trying to act mad, having a hard time hiding his smile at the way you had just covered your full mouth as you laughed whilst trying to chew right then.

“You weren’t eating it, so…” you shrugged.

Before you could take another bite, however, he grabbed your wrist, quickly moving it up to his mouth instead and shoving the entire baked good into it in just one go.

Petrified after what just happened, you stared at your now empty hand — amazed by the way he had managed not to bite into your fingers with how fast and forceful his mouth had been, before your eyes fixed on your full-mouthed boyfriend as he struggled to chew the whole thing down.

“Mine” he stated, not minding to cover his mouth as he was almost done with it already.

“I tend to forget how big your mouth actually is” you admitted, mindlessly sucking the remains of icing from off your fingers.

Taehyung scoffed, rushing to swallow down so he could properly speak. “You out of all people should know what my mouth can d—”

“You know,” you cut him off before he could pronounce that last letter and bring his cocky point across. “Booking a return plane ticket sounds really tempting right now”.

“Oh, yeah?” he tauntingly raised one of his eyebrows, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter and making you wrap your legs around his waist. “Good thing from now on those return tickets will bring you right back to Seoul”.

That was what made him the happiest. After all those years of buying ticket after ticket, all those years of having to drop you off at the airport so you could go back home, all those years of having to wait for endless months just so you could see each other for a few days, all of that, was over now.

From that night on, this was your home. You, him and Yeontan, and of course, the eventual additions that would be made in a couple of years.

And that was the best part. No matter where you travelled to from now on, you would always just go visit abroad and return right here, back to him — never again being almost about to miss his birthday, for you would both go to sleep and wake up right next to him during all the upcoming ones, just like he had ached you to do every single day ever since you got together four years ago.

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 3 years ago

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I NEED: “he fucked you senseless didn’t he” and “I’m jealous alright!” !!!! I say definitely smutty a tad bit of angst and fluff. Something along the lines of at a party or outing where Harry gets jealous, you have friends there so they can tell something is up and then boom the magic happens

Here she is.... I really like how this one came out! I hope you do too:)

“You should stop staring and just say hi.”

“I would need to drink more to do that.” Y/N mumbled. Did she regret ending her fling with Harry, yes. He made her feel happy and cared for and seeing him again after nearly two years reminded her of that mistake. She was nursing her third drink when one of her friends, Enrique, came over and pulled her out of her seat as “Yo Perreo Sola” started playing, “Oh my god, Kike!” She squealed as he pulled her onto the dance floor laughing.

“Shut up y perrea conmigo, puta!” He shouted drunkenly over the cheers and music that increased in volume as the song progressed.

*******

Harry glanced over to the dance floor when he heard the crowd cheering louder at the Bad Bunny song blasting over the speakers and then his eyes squinted as he tried to verify that it was indeed Y/N who was over on the edge of all the bodies. Y/N who he started falling for. Y/N who he hadn’t spoken to in nearly two years. Y/N who was currently twerking her ass back into some man’s front. He swore that smoke was blowing out of his ears as the man’s hands slipped further up her thighs as she started grinding her ass into his lap.

Now, Harry wasn’t one to overdo it with alcohol, but he threw all caution to the wind after seeing Y/N with another man. A man who was clinging to her almost all night. The more he drank the more his jealousy festered in him. And eventually she got up and headed into the large home and he gulped down his drink before following her inside. He saw her disappear into a bedroom and shut the door. He hurried towards the bedroom and knocked on the door.

“S’occupied!” She slurred when she heard some knocks on the door. She was trying to change into her bathing suit so she could jump into the pool. When the knocks came again she figured it was Enrique and she hurried and opened the door and she felt the air knocked out of her lungs when she saw Harry.

“Y’gonna let me in or just stand there?” He asked and she moved to the side, continuing to hold her dress up with her hands. He shut the door by leaning back on it and they just stared for a moment. “You look good.” He broke the silence.

“You too.” She responded, feeling more sober now.

“Saw you dancing with your boyfriend out there.” He just cut to the chase.

“He’s n-”

“Thought you didn’t like attention? Thought you liked keeping your private matters private.” He said and she rolled her eyes, he was upset.

“That was a dance among friends. You wrote a song about eating my cunt and released it to the whole world.” She snapped back.

“No one knows that…” he scoffed.

“Your friends do. And the music techs do. Someone is bound to get drunk or drugged and say something and your fans will somehow hear about it and reconstruct a timeline and figure it out! They can do that, Harry! They don’t give a fuck about your privacy. You know that. That’s why you don’t bother with social media and publicity on your down time and they still figure things out! I needed to protect myself from that! From what you did!” She was shouting now and hadn’t even realized it and he frowned as he took in just how agitated she was, “I loved being whatever I was with you. It sucked ending it and I still feel sad about it, but I couldn’t take that risk.” She said and he swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. He had never really heard what psyched her out about the song and he understood now. But his pride, it was standing in his way of saying sorry while he had the chance.

“Well, looks like you’ve moved past that pretty well, Y/N.” And she furrowed her brows in anger and he skipped over the chance to apologize.

“Why did you even follow me in here, huh? Just to make me feel bad and ruin my night?” She questioned defensively. He was ruining her night? That made his heart hurt and he just shook his head and groaned.

“I’m jealous, alright?!” He confessed, “I’m jealous of the way he gets to dance with you and touch you and be with you in front of everyone. Because’s that’s never going to be me! I can’t give you privacy and anonymity and fucking normalcy!” He shouted angrily, “Fuck!” He shouted before running his fingers through his hair. Y/N felt her tears trickle down her face as she hurried over to him. One of her hands continued holding her dress to her chest and the other reached for his face, wiping the tears she saw streaming down his face.

“H, first, I was trying to tell you that he’s not my boyfriend. He’s my friend, Enrique, and he’s gay.” Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled through his irritation.

“Of course he is…” he shook his head in embarrassment and Y/N smiled.

“Second, is that I’ve not stopped thinking about you for these two freaking years and there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t regret walking away.” She said and he sighed, grabbing her hand and kissing her palm, “I can admit I overreacted about the song. But in the moment I just panicked! Then it was all over the radio for the whole fucking year reminding me of it all and just having to hear it over and over and I-”

“Cringed?” He cut in and she shook her head.

“Missed you.” She said.

“I’ve missed you too.” He said hugging around her waist, “So fucking much.” He confessed before their lips attached hungrily.

He blindly reached back to lock the bedroom door and then they stumbled over to the large bed. It took them all but a few moments to get undressed and to be loving on each other’s body. Harry was kissing and sucking at her nipples, making his way down her body, tongue swirling around her navel as he wiggled his body lower to her heat.

“H, baby, we don’t have time for tha’,” she muttered as he licked and sucked at her inner thighs, “We need to be quick or someone will come looking for us.” She panted, fighting the urge to thrust her hips towards his face and her hands to weave into his hair and push him closer to her center to do what he did best apart from singing. A shiver shook through her body as he licked up her pussy with the flat of his tongue and moaned against her sticky skin.

“This pussy won me a grammy, baby. I’m never going to pass up on an opportunity to thank you for it.” He mumbled before delving in. She could have come undone right then and there. Her moans were all the sounds he wanted to hear as his tongue and lips worked their magic on Y/N. Feeling his warm and heavy tongue rubbing at her clit had her reeling and shivering in his hold until she was pulling on his hair hard and moaning as her high got closer and closer, “C’mon baby, let me taste you again.” He mumbled and she completely withered. Her legs trembling and threatening to close around his head, but he held her open and continue licking her up greedily until she was coming undone again.

When he finally kissed his way back to her mouth she was ready for him all over again and evidently he was more than ready to get inside of her. She moaned as his cock rubbed against her folds.

“Please, baby. Need t’feel you.” She mewled as he groaned, gliding his bare cock against her wet folds. He nodded and kissed her once more before he sunk into her, “Fuck me…” she winced at the stretch. It had been a while and he grinned with pride as he buried himself completely in her. Her thighs squeezed around him as an indicator to go and he pulled back before thrusting deep into her again. Over and over, gradually building his pace to one that was relentless and overwhelming. He was fucking into parts of her that she’d forgotten existed and when she’d get close to crumbling he’d stop and kiss her until they couldn’t breathe.

“Fuck baby, you’re taking me so well.” He panted and she moaned, “Such a good girl f’me.” He moaned into her mouth. He was nearing his end and he just need to take this from good sex to mind-blowing sex. He hugged around her waist and pulled her to sit up, then he knelt. He put her legs over his thighs and pulled her closer before slipping himself back inside of her. He was deeper this way and his thrusts harder and more precisely hitting that spot within her that would make her come.

“Oh fuck!” She gasped when his fingers rubbed at her clit. Now they were both steadily reaching their peaks, both feeling hazy and overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Have you every squirted before?” He asked as he gave her a particularly hard thrust and she hummed and shook her head ‘no’, “Well baby, you’re about to.” He grunted before he continued at his deep and controlled pace, then there were his fingers, rubbing over her little bud, making her back arch as the pleasure she felt just grew and started to boil over. His grunts were deep and his brows furrowed as he focused on making them both come undone.

“I’m gonna come!” She mewled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She gasped and her breathing hitched in her throat and then it happened. Her cum was spurting out of her as Harry continued rubbing at her clit as her body writhed from the overstimulation. He continued fucking her through it, moaning as his balls, heavy with his own cum smacked against her ass, giving him a much needed and delicious bite of pain that then had him shifting back into a missionary position. His thrusts were getting sporadic as his own high started overwhelming his senses.

“Fuck, Y/N… oh fuck.” he groaned as he started spilling inside of her; filling her up until he was oozing out of her entrance. He rolled onto his back beside her, both trying to catch their breaths as they lay there. His hand found hers and just squeezed and she squeezed back. After they recovered for a bit, they kissed and he smiled.

“rendezvous at yours afterwards?” and she agreed with a kiss and then he rushed out and left her to freshen up. When Y/N headed back out to join her friends she sat down and reached for a water bottle that was unopened, she was paying no mind to the conversation as she opened it up and drank it down completely, not noticing that her friends were now staring at her until she set the damn thing down with a refreshing “Ah.” They looked at her suspiciously.

“What?” She asked as they stared at her, then they glanced to the bar and looked at Harry who was also chugging down a water bottle like his life depended on it.

“He fucked you senseless, didn’t he?” Enrique grinned teasingly. Her friends were laughing and cheering and despite the heat crawling up her neck, face, and ears she glanced up to Harry, who was already looking at her with a little smile and she bit down on her lip before responding with a satisfied smile.

“He sure fucking did.”

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1800-fight-me · 3 years ago

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alrighty!! here’s the javi drabble finally! sorry that took so long! this is also set in the timeline of my one-shot Notice because i can’t get enough of javi and his secretary! so a couple warnings on this one- there’s arguing (being mean to javi makes me wanna cry), an age gap that’s legal but not stated how much of an age gap, and it’s smuttyish but not super explicit,,, hope you like it!

“You can’t! You just can’t!,” he yelled.

Your breathing was heavy as you unsuccessfully tried to calm the anger inside you. You and Javier had gotten into spats before but he had never yelled at you, not like this.

“The hell I can’t! You’re not my dad, who are you to tell me what to do? If I wanted an old man telling me what to do all I have to do is move back in with my parents.”

He sucked in a breath and you felt instant regret. It was a low blow and you knew it.

“Javi-“

“Will you please stop being so goddamn stubborn and listen to me?”

“I swear to god-Javi you can’t just spout that shit and not explain yourself! You’re not at work you don’t get to just bark orders! And I don’t have to put up with this!”

He grabbed your hand before you could walk towards the door of your shared apartment, well, his apartment that he asked you to move into a few months ago.

“Cariño, please,” his voice softened.

You sighed and looked at him, his eyes were pleading.

“Please, just hear me out,” he rasped.

“Then you tell me why. You have to tell me why.”

He sat down on the couch and tugged you so you were standing between his legs. He rested his head on your stomach and wrapped his arms around your middle. You sighed and held him back.

“I’m fuckin terrified to lose you.” His fingers made their way under your shirt and pressed into your skin.

“Lose me? Javi, why would you think you would lose me?”

“I…the more pressure I put on the cartel the more worried I get that things will get personal. In the past I made decisions that I’m not proud of when I had nothing to lose and now I have everything to lose. I couldn’t handle it if anything happened to you. This cartel, they know my name, my face, possibly more information about me, and they have people everywhere and if they found out about you- if they hurt you, mi amor, I can’t-“

“Shhhh,” you ran your fingers through his hair and held him tight. He was breathing hard and you could tell he was trying his hardest to hold in tears. You didn’t know what words could comfort him, these were very valid concerns and they kind of scared you.

It would be a lie to say the thought hadn’t occurred to you, you weren’t naive, but most of your worrying was usually about Javi’s safety instead of your own.

“Javi, you're not going to lose me, I promise.”

You pulled his head back from where it was buried in your stomach and pressed your lips to his softly.

He groaned and deepened the kiss. “I love you,” he panted against your lips.

“I know. I love you too.” He moved his lips to your jaw then your neck.

“So much. And it fuckin terrifies me,” he said before he bit down on your pulse point.

“I know,” you moaned. Javier has never been the best with his words, preferring to express himself physically.

He pulled you down so you were straddling him and yanked your shirt off then pressed hot opened mouth kisses to your chest.

“Javi, love, I know you’re scared. I know how that feels, I’m terrified for your safety every time you go into the field.”

He grunted and took your nipple into his mouth.

You gasped. “Fuckkk. But y-you gotta meet me somewhere in the middle Javi. Javi!”

He laid you down on the couch and moved his lips down your body. “Mmhmm.”

He tugged your pants off and with no prelude licked a stripe up your core.

“Shit! Javi!” You tugged his hair hard enough that he pulled back and looked you in the eyes.

Your breathing was ragged and you were trying very hard to not lose focus on your point. “L-listen.”

He nodded, eyes earnest.

“I’ll be careful. I’ll take any safety precautions you want but I can’t just stay locked in this apartment whenever I’m not at work. And you can’t fly off the handle when I want to hang out with my friends,” you could see he was about to interject, “But! I won’t go anywhere that makes you nervous that, like, sicarios could be there or something.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry, cariño.”

“I know,” you breathed out as he rubbed his nose on your inner thigh.

“It won’t be like this forever, it’ll be over soon. I’ll catch those fuckers and you’ll be safe.”

“And you, promise me that you’ll be safe too.”

“I promise, when this is over we’ll both be safe. And together. Wherever life leads us.”

You smiled and nodded, blinking back the tears at his reassurances and commitment to your relationship. He thought he wasn’t good with words but sometimes he knew exactly what to say.

“Mi amor,” his eyes were pleading, “let me

make you come.”

You moaned, “Yes. Please, Javi.”

He spent the rest of the night making love to you, showing you how desperately he needs you. You felt safe and secure in the knowledge that he loves you and would do anything to protect you.

@just-here-for-the-moment

#javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #drabbles #asks #notice #thanks for the ask!

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i-like-writing-stuff · 4 years ago

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empty [five hargreeves x reader]

request: I loved the “four months” Five fic oh my 💕💕but, What about a Fic where Five finds reader dead?? Like just imagine the pain, sorrow and anger Five would feel to find reader, the one person who stuck with him in Comission, that dealt with his grumpyness, who actually liked him and viceversa and risked it all for him and his family, was killed by Commission :”) Obviously you don’t have to do it if you don’t have to, don’t feel pressure!!

a/n: first of all, thank you!! and i tried my best to follow your request, but as i said in my previous x reader, i really suck at angst??? i tried to keep it as sad as i could and i hope it turned out at least decent?? i feel like i kinda shifted from the request idk lemme know your opinion on it! xoxo

btw, this is not set in the canon timeline, since i could not find the right time for this to take place in. it is around season 1, before they find out vanya has powers, but let’s just take as an AU in which they had more than 10 days to save the world idk

as always, here’s a gif off google lol, but this time iss a sad five:(

summary: five tries to deal with his feelings as he loses his significant other at the hands of the commission

Empty.

A big pit of emptiness had made itself felt inside of Five, as he was slowly letting the reality sink in.

He was never going to see you again, he was never going to talk to you again, he was never going to touch you again. He was never going to see your smile again, he was never going to hear the sound of your laughter again, or feel you in his arms whenever you let excitement take over you and engulf him into a hug- he may not have been a very touchy person, but whenever you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down, Five felt happy.

And he knew, right now- he knew well he’d never be that happy again.

It was a fucking nightmare to him, honestly. That’s what he’d say if you were to ask him; his past few days had been horrible. Not only he returned to his family ten days before an apocalypse that in the past killed them, and he had no idea how to stop it, but now he lost the person he was so madly in love with.

At first, he spent a decent amount of time in denial, not willing to accept the fact, but it slowly started feeling real to him. He was slowly accepting it, and as he did so, he was feeling inside how most of his emotions were slowly draining out of him.

Until he was left empty.

And he did prefer it this way, rather than the mixture of feelings that overwhelmed him in the beginning. He was angry, he was pissed of, but he was also sad, miserable. He was furious with the Commission, but he was more furious with himself for not being able to protect you and have your back, like you had his.

Ever since you and Five met years ago in the organization, you had taken a liking to the man. You spent your entire life focusing on your job and forgot to have a life of your own, but once you met Five Hargreeves, it all changed.

The Handler assigned you one mission to go together on, but ever since then, the two of you realized how well you worked together and how much more efficiently the work was getting done, rather than working by yourselves.

It was only a matter of time until you two decided to partner up, so. You had been through a lot of events and mishaps together, you got into fights and shared good laughs, you even fell in love with each other...

You had been through so, so much, that it was slowly killing Five as he remembered the good times.

“Five?” Allison softly knocked on the boy’s door, “The others figured it was time.”

The sudden presence of his sister startled him a bit, but he softened back. He knew it wasn’t only him that suffered- his brothers and sisters were in grief as well. When Five made the big jump from 1963 to 2019, he took you with him to save the world from the impending apocalypse, as well as his siblings that he loved, deep down.

They took an instant liking to you, even if they didn’t have much time to get very close to you. At first, though, they seemed baffled with the fact that you had so much patience with Five. You had been dealing with his grumpy butt, and you weren’t even his wife? How could one person be so calm when she spends so much time with one sarcastic asshole who doesn’t really owe her anything?

“Right.” Five sighed, getting up from his bed with lazy movements, “I’ll be down in a moment.”

Allison nodded, letting him change back into his usual clothes, making her way back to the rest of the family.

Five put on his uniform, staring into nothingness. He felt exhausted, like he had lost the game of life. If he hadn’t loved his siblings so much that he couldn’t stand losing them as well (again), he probably wouldn’t have even bothered to save the world anymore.

Even in his numb state of mind, he still hated himself for not being able to save you. His self-inflicted hatred was so strong, he couldn’t even sleep at night, as your lifeless body is the only thing he could see when he closed his eyes.

“Y/N?” Five’s voice was low, as a lump had formed in his throat once he took in the scene before him.

He was waiting- hoping, for an answer, but, oh God- he knew he was not going to receive one.

The room was an entire mess; there were clear signs of struggle. The cushions on the sofa were scattered around the living room, many expensive statues and vases left around as decor on tables were broken, as well as pots of flowers. All the drinks on the shelves behind the bar were broken to bits, alcohol was spilled on the floor.

As well as blood.

And many bullet shells.

Five ran towards the bar, rounding it. When his eyes fell on the floor, his heart dropped out of his chest.

You were laying on a side, with your hair all across your face in a pool of your own blood. Five couldn’t care less about the broken glass surrounding you, as he fell to his knees, pulling your body into his arms;

“Y/N!” He yelled, feeling his vision blurry, as he took in your state.

His clothes had already been stained with blood so many times, but never in his life did he think that he’d dirty himself with yours.

Your eyes were almost closed, but he knew right ther eon the spot he’d never be able to forget the emptiness inside them. The spark you had whenever you smiled, or even looked at him had disappeared. They were dull and out of any emotion.

Your skin was pale and cold, as Five’s hot tears fell on you. A mixture of emotions was filling his body, unsure of what to make of the scene before him. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, as he softly stroked your hair, unable to do anything.

He had seen his fair share of corpses- he knew how to recognize one, as much as he didn’t want to.

Cha-Cha had returned to the Hargreeves house that day, once again. After a long dispute with her partner who wanted out, she decided to start the mission the Commission had sent in; eliminate Y/N Y/L/N, since you had a big role in stopping the apocalypse.

You were all by yourself at the house, as you had been sore after a fight you had the previous night with the Handler, so you took the day off. The Hargreeves siblings left in their own business, and you figured you’d be able to enjoy the big house to yourself for the day, since Pogo and Grace had done the same.

A few hours had barely passed, when Cha-Cha had barged in with two hand guns, all serious. When you first started fighting, you were grateful for returning to your younger body, since you were able to put up a good fight even in your sore state... but it all went sideways when the woman managed to shoot you in the leg after throwing you over the glass coffee table.

You were already out of stamina, so it didn’t take long for her to pull you up by the shirt and throw you over the bar, right into the shelves full of expensive liquor.

Cha-Cha knew that did it, so she left before any of the siblings could return and catch her. As for you? Well, as it had turned out in the autopsy performed by Grace, you had suffered a horrible blow to the head which took you out when you were thrown over the bar.

Not long after Five, the rest of the family shortly came in, but none of them could ever be prepared for that scene- seeing all the chaos in the living room, the bullets, the broken glass, the blood... their heartbroken brother who was clutching onto the lifeless body of the woman he loved, sobbing heavily.

“Wh... What happened in here...?” Klaus wondered, as tears were already dwelling down his eyes.

“Is she...?” Ben asked, covering his mouth in shock- even if he had never spoken to you since he was unable to, he liked sitting in the back and watching you deal with his brother. He was really happy he had someone that loved him that much, even if you were not willing to admit it yet to his face.

“Oh my God...” Vanya breathed out, feeling her bottom lip tremble, as Allison was too shocked to even say a word, starting to cry heavily into Luther’s chest.

“Whoever did this... is going to pay.” Diego declared, clenching his teeth.

The following days had been hard to digest for any of them, especially for Five. He thought he was too clever to ever want revenge on someone, but your death had Commission written all over it. He knew very well that Cha-Cha and maybe Hazel had struck again- after all, they barged into your home one time before in the search for him, so why not do it again? After all, last time, from what he’s heard, they dropped the chandelier in the hallway on Luther.

“I’m going after the Commission.” Five declared, as his family stood in silence after having scattered your ashes in the backyard you and him had first popped out in.

“No, you are not.” Luther said, as his siblings turned to him curiously, “We are going after the Commission.”

Diego placed a hand in comfort on Five’s shoulder, as the siblings nodded in agreement, ready to avenge the loss of their loved one.

“I’m quite flattered.” You sighed, crossing your arms as you looked at Five, trying your hardest not to cry because of what could have been between the two of you.

Ben shifted beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder, as he noticed the sadness in your tone, “I’m here for you, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Ben.” You turned to him with a smile, as you tried to lighten up the mood, “At least Klaus has two guardian ghosts now.”

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagines #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy #netflix #tua #tua x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves imagines #five hargreeves #number five #number five x reader #number five imagine #number five imagines

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purble-turble · 3 years ago

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In Regard to the Mourning King Red timeline tho, is there like... even an OPTION in this circumstance? I get the uncanniest of feelings that he's not walking out of this. How fucked that the one timleline jump TTMK gets brought along on is the one where the only real way to 'solve' things is a mercy kill. (holy Shit maybe thats WHY TTMK came with bc we've already established on a temporal level that TTRed cannot defeat King Red so he very literally couldn't do it himself)

🤩🤩🤩

Anon oh my god you are absolutely right!! Not only is there no possible way to have a happy ending in this future, but YEAH we previously established in other asks that Time Travel Red Son is literally unable to kill Demon King Red in other timelines due to some interdimensional force. So why wouldn't that apply here??? That's gotta be the reason that TT MK was brought along too!

The trouble is in trying to convince MK that the solution to making this timeline "better" is to kill King Red. He loves Red Son, so how can he bring himself to kill any version of him? ...plus, he wants Red to know that he loves and supports him, so literally killing a future version of him in front of himself is not a great way to do that. On the other hand, a big part of Red Son's recovery from his initial trauma to do with Demon King Red is separating himself from that future version and being able to accept that he is NOT him. So if MK treats him like he IS Red Son, then isn't that going against what he's been trying to tell Red all the time?? Oh man this is a tricky one to navigate!

But the thing it most comes down to, I think, is that he just feels bad for King Red. Just look how sad and pathetic he's become in this timeline, isn't there another way they could help him?

Well. Obviously there isn't. All King Red wants is to have MK all to himself forever, and the only MK that exists in this timeline now is TT MK. So unless he plans to stay there forever as the king's little toy, he's gotta suck it up and just murder him already :U

What probably ends up happening is it comes down to TT Red Son facing off against King Red who has TT MK with him who is really just trying to calm them both (can't they just talk this over? help you work through some of that trauma, King Red?) but neither of them is willing to back down. The fight goes exactly as one would expect, and King Red is about to land a finishing blow on Red Son- that's when MK finally steps in and does what he needs to in order to protect his boyfriend... he didn't mean to let it go this far, but when it came down to it at last, he finally realized he had to choose which one he could save, and that really was no choice at all. At least this version of King Red gets to die in his darling MK's arms, and he looks almost as upset at watching him die as he is about being literally killed.

.....anyway, when they get back, clothes still smoldering from the fight and both of them looking a little too dead eyed for comfort, MK's first thought is that he needs to get a therapist for himself now too. :U

#ask #spicynoodleshipping #dark spicynoodles #demon king red #time travel #mourning king red #haha I love this plot #it's so damn angsty #😍#cw death #Anonymous

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forasecondtherewedwon · 3 years ago

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Mr. Second Chance

Fandom: Loki Rating: G Word Count: 1148

Summary: Agent Mobius has a conversation with the potential new best friend the deviant timeline just dropped in his lap.

Loki seemed like he was going to play ball and so, as a reward, Agent Mobius took him back to the overlook. Poor guy seemed to enjoy the simple pleasure of marveling at the sprawling, soaring, roaring, crowded TVA metropolis. Probably reminded him of the inside of his own head.

Mobius knew how Loki’s whole life in the Sacred Timeline went—he’d memorized it either a week or 30,000 years ago—but everything Loki did and said here was brand new material. Now, most Variants were scrubbed from existence, their deviant branches nipped in the bud, so Mobius didn’t get a lot of new. Loki was a novelty.

He watched his new pal/god/sad-sack stare out at the domes and towers and aerial highways of bureaucracy and really felt excited about his job.

Abruptly, Loki turned to him.

“Do we have time for this?”

Mobius smiled.

“Man, you are hysterical.”

“I was being serious. You seem very fond here of explaining things in actions rather than words, so the only clarification I’ve received on how time works inside the TVA is being tossed backward across a room when I try to attack someone.”

“Ah. ‘Show don’t tell’ must really suck for you, huh?” Mobius checked, amusement undiminished. “Yeah, this place is a fairly well-oiled machine, so a lotta chitchat isn’t necessary.”

“…So you still aren’t going to answer me.”

Loki said it like a statement, but Mobius still pointed at him sharply and said, “Bingo.”

If there was one thing this guy actually needed, it was probably positive reinforcement. He’d had a rough time. Nobody here was supposed to show favouritism and, honestly, most of Loki’s history was like a textbook of cases you’d refer to for a reminder of when not to choose leniency. His entire life was one last-straw event after another, constantly crossing the line of, ok, this guy can never be trusted again. Better not give him my army, better not assume he doesn’t have another knife hidden someplace, better doublecheck to make sure he’s really dead and not doing a pretty bad job of pretending to be my dad.

“It’s better this way,” Mobius assured him. “A real answer would blow your mind and then what use would you be?” He immediately felt bad for the rhetorical question, lightly tapping Loki’s arm as he said, “Sorry, I’m sure you’re still feeling sensitive over gaining awareness of the extreme insignificance of your life and its fleeting accomplishments that were really just blips in a series of overall failures.”

“That really does sum it up,” Loki said flatly.

Shoot.

“Hey there, guy. You’ve got some spirit in you yet. Don’t forget, I know your track record. You’re the guy who always gets back up.”

“Not after being strangled by Thanos, apparently.” Loki turned his head and eyed Mobius. “And you’re not even afraid of me. That other one… Clarence… Carl…”

“Casey.”

“At least Casey was scared. Mostly confused,” Loki amended, cocking his head as he seemed to play back his memory of the encounter.

“Well,” Mobius explained, spreading his hands wide, “first of all, Casey doesn’t get out much. I’m a little desensitized because I’m not stuck behind a desk.”

Loki studied him shrewdly.

“You’re a field agent.”

“Sometimes fields. Also sometimes caves, uh, houses, places of worship. A lotta fast food joints, surprisingly.” At the blank look on Loki’s face, Mobius elucidated: “Customers are served in the wrong order and it’s like, no, he shouldn’t get his fries before her, she was ahead of him in line! God.”

“What disturbs me most is that I don’t know what to make of you,” Loki said.

Coming from anybody else, it would’ve been an admission of vulnerability, of being at a disadvantage, but with Variant L1130, it was closer to hostility. What a fun energy the two of them were going to have.

Mobius shrugged and decided he’d better say it simply.

“I’m a fan. It’s like, hey, did you ever watch Killing Eve? Great show, Earth show. Or Midgard to you, ya goof.” He thought a moment. “Never mind, you couldn’t have seen it.”

“After my time?” Loki guessed wryly. The expression on his face said he was barely containing his impatience for Mobius to get to the point, but he could just relax.

“Yes and no. It premieres in the Sacred Timeline, but, because of the Snap, never comes back for another season. Thanos really killed good TV. It’s a shame. What he didn’t have much effect on was the career of the actor Owen Wilson, who’d already made most of his popular movies.”

“Is this Owen Wilson person important?”

“Not technically, but he is my Sacred Timeline facsimile. More of a fun fact than a critical piece of information.”

“I was not aware that we were doing fun facts.”

“Only as detours, which you should feel like a specialist in now, seeing as you are one. Back to what I was saying, the whole premise of Killing Eve is that it’s these two professionals who are supposed to be on opposites sides but they just can’t be because they’re big fans of each other.”

“And you think what?” Loki stared at him with obvious skepticism. “That you and I have a similar dynamic?”

“Well, one of them kills people.”

“Ah. But you do know that I am not a fan of your work because I don’t yet know precisely what it entails, nor can I promise to become one once I do.”

“Nor would you promise that, I believe,” Mobius said knowingly. Loki inclined his head with a slight smile. “I like my odds though, especially since, I’m sorry to say, your other option is being reset.”

“No third option?”

“What, like letting you go?” Mobius wagged a finger at him.

“What can I say, I prefer to aim high.”

“I don’t think we can even do low. We got the ticket machine figured out a long time ago and we aren’t really looking to deindustrialize that process by putting an organic being in the post. Can’t let you narrate the informational video and replace Miss Minutes either. People love her.”

Loki narrowed his eyes.

“Do they?”

“Oh sure. At most, you could be her sidekick, Mister Seconds or something—that’s just off the top of my head—but I don’t think you consider yourself sidekick material.”

“And yet…” Loki gestured from himself to Mobius and Mobius had to laugh.

“I see your point. I’d say I’ll try not to call you my sidekick if you swear you won’t betray me, but I think you’ve infected me with some of those trust issues you have.”

“They are rather catching.”

“Then we’d better not make any promises and just see how things play out.” Mobius leaned forward on the railing and tried to view the TVA with fresh eyes. “I’m sorta looking forward to it.”

#come on read it #it's funny #and short #you have time #I entertained myself so much writing this #my writing #Loki #Loki spoilers #Agent Mobius

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A Red Carpet Event | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: Language, Smut (fingering, voyeurism, semi-public sex) a/n: And the smut continues. I love that even when we say we wanna work on something fluffy, it almost always turns smutty.

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"Is everyone set for tonight?" Lydia asked as she came into the room, having just arrived from the hairdresser. "Outfits, hair, makeup..." she mused, ticking off each on her finger.

When Lyddie had told the quad she was taking them all as her date to her first award show, the reactions had varied from excitement, to fear, to complete insanity. The truth was, she was scared to admit publicly that she was in a quad, but she couldn't keep that hidden forever and it shouldn’t be hidden, there was nothing wrong with it. Not to mention cheating rumors had been spreading online after some fans snapped pictures of Lydia and Win, which was complete bullshit.

“Are y’sure this dress is alright?” Win asked, looking at her reflection again. “Or these shoes? Maybe I should change...” she murmured, second guessing herself. She thought she looked nice, but this was definitely not her scene. She was used to band practices in garages and shows in sleazy dive bars, not award shows and red carpets.

"You look gorgeous, Winnie." Lydia held Win's hands. "You'll be the most beautiful girl there, guaranteed." Lyddie's dress was hanging by the wardrobe, it was purple with a wide skirt, a black leather corset around the waist and lacy sleeves. "Can one of you please make our lipsticks smear-proof so I can kiss my girlfriend?" she asked.

“Comin’ right up!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, snapping his fingers with a flourish. “There, snog away m’loves,” he said, pressing a kiss to Lyddie’s temple and then one to the top of Win’s head. “She’s right, you look fuckin’ stunning,” he whispered in her ear before straightening, leaving her smiling softly.

"I love dating reality warpers..." Lydia sighed before pulling Win by the waist and kissing her hungrily. "I can't wait to show you off to everyone." Turning to look at the two very observing Nathans, Lydia cocked an eyebrow. "Seriously? Neither of you have even showered yet, do you even wanna come, or should I just bring Win?"

"It takes literally two seconds for me t'be ready, Lollipop, calm down..." her Nathan laughed at how nervous she was.

“Same,” Win’s Nathan said with a shrug. “Besides, it’s not everyday we get t’see th’pair of you all dolled up like this. Gotta savour th’moment,” he pointed out.

"Well, enjoy the show, I guess..." Lydia laughed as she undressed to put on her dress. "I imagine none of you wanna help me get dressed with magic, do you?"

"Why would we?" Lyddie's Nathan asked. "Cut down on your naked time? No way!" The other Nathan laughed, wholeheartedly agreeing with him.

“Do you need some help Lyddie?” Win asked reaching for the dress on the hanger.

"Please, baby. I need you to pull those corset strings as if I was hanging from a cliff, the camera adds ten pounds and I can't afford that on my first award show," Lyddie laughed.

“You got it, love,” Win murmured, helping her lace up the corset while the boys watched, lounging on the bed. “Is that tight enough?” she asked, tugging the ribbons as tight as she could, though not wanting to hurt her girlfriend either.

"Yeah, that's good," Lydia said, nearly losing balance for a second, but soon she was able to breathe again; fainting on the red carpet was also not a very good idea. "Thank you, Winnie." Lydia turned to the mirror, looking for anything to fix before bending over to lace up her combat boots. She thought about wearing heels, but she didn't wanna be the tallest one in the group. "So, how do I look?"

“Like an angel, a punk rock angel,” Win supplied with a grin while her Nathan nodded enthusiastically.

"A sexy punk rock angel." Lyddie's Nathan waggled his brows at her while biting his lip.

"Thank you, guys," she murmured, looking down, slightly flustered. "We should probably get going, the car should be arriving any second."

"Oooh, a car? Right posh, Lollipop, you'll end up spoiling me." Lyddie's Nathan got up as his usual shirt and jeans became a dark blue suit.

Win's Nathan snapped his fingers, deciding on a black suit to match Win's little black dress. "There, we look like a right pair now," he said, admiring himself in the full length mirror with a wink before turning back to the others. "Right, I think we're ready then," he said excitedly. "I wanna see this car you've got us. D'you think they'll have champagne in there?"

"Jesus, I hope not..." Lyddie muttered under her breath, partially because she knew the only thing worse than two Nathans were two drunk Nathans.

When the quad stepped outside, the car was already waiting. When Lyddie's manager had said he’d send a driver, she didn't expect it to be a limo driver, but hey, she wasn't complaining.

"Oh my God," she shrieked excitedly. The lights inside the car made it seem like a nightclub on wheels.

"I know!" Lyddie's Nathan grabbed a handful of candy from one of the tiny jars and shoved it in his mouth. "Brilliant!"

"Damn, this is nice," Win murmured, running her hands over the leather seats as her Nathan plopped down next to her, throwing his arm around her shoulder. "I bet you could shag back here," she mused, looking around while Nathan searched for the booze.

"Ohh shit, good idea babe," he exclaimed, his eyes latching onto the champagne flutes on the opposite side of the car. "Thereeee we are," he cried, rubbing his hands excitedly as he grabbed one, handing it to Win as he reached for the chilling bottle. "Nathan, Lollipop, some bubbly for you?"

"Hell yeah," Lyddie's Nathan nodded excitedly, shoving more food into his mouth.

"When in Rome... Sure, why not?" Lydia agreed. Maybe the alcohol would help with her nerves. Looking around, she wished she could be as carefree and wild as her girlfriend. Win was the life of the party, Lyddie was more like... the mum that holds everyone's hair back when they get sick.

“You okay?” Win asked, noticing Lyddie’s anxious expression as she took a sip of her drink.

"Um... yeah, just a tad anxious," Lydia suddenly felt very much like that little girl in the bowling alley again. Performing was one thing, she was confident in her skills, but this was different. People would be looking at her, not listening to her music.

“Wanna talk about it?” Win asked, frowning slightly, resting her hand on Lyddie’s thigh.

"You know, it's just... everyone's having fun, thinking about shagging in the backseat, while I'm freaking out. For once I wanna be able to enjoy the moment."

Win looked thoughtful before quickly tipping back the rest of her champagne. “Would you like me to help you take your mind off it?” she asked, moving closer. “Because I seem to remember your make-up is rather smudge proof.”

"That actually sounds amazing," Lydia drawled, taking another sip of her drink before handing it to her Nathan, who seemed happy to finish it for her. "What do you have in mind, baby?"

Win’s only answer was to smirk as she leaned in to capture Lydia’s painted lips, reaching up to brush her fingers along her jaw as she kissed her, moaning softly.

"Oh, okay..." Lyddie's Nathan finally noticed them and watched hypnotized. Lydia let herself go, the champagne plus Win's cold lips made all her doubt immediately fade away. "That's better," Lyddie murmured, pulling Win onto her lap.

“I’m full of good ideas,” Win murmured, wrapping her arms around Lydia’s shoulders as she settled in her lap. “You really do look fucking hot tonight babe.”

"You too," Lyddie murmured against Win's lips, both of her hands sliding down to her girlfriend's ass. "So hot, I can't believe you're mine." Lyddie's Nathan stared at them agape, mirroring his clone's reaction.

Win grinned into the kiss, wanting to thread her hands into Lyddie’s hair, but refraining, not wanting to mess it up. Opening her mouth, she teasingly licked at her girlfriend’s parted lips.

“I would say I’m all yours, but I know how much you like sharing,” she murmured.

“Oh shiiiit,” Win’s Nathan hissed, whistling low between his teeth. “If y’keep that up I’m gunna hafta either do something about this hard on I’m gettin’ or it’s gunna be an awkward night.”

"Way ahead of you, man," Lyddie's Nathan was already stroking his cock at a steady pace.

"Right now you're all mine," Lydia whispered in between kisses, one of her hands resting on Win's thigh, the other kneading her breast. "I need to blow off some steam."

“Jesus,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, quickly averting his eyes from his clone’s cock and hastily fumbling at his belt. “I guess that works,” he muttered, sighing as he took himself in hand.

“Oh good,” Win murmured, grinding gently against Lydia. “I can definitely help with that baby.”

Lydia's arousal soaked her knickers, but she didn't worry about that, she just wanted to feel Win, all of her. "I want you to mark me up," Lydia begged. "I don't care who sees it, I want them to know I'm being taken care of."

Win pulled back, her brows shooting up. “Really? Right before your event?” she asked, the thought arousing her further. It was her guilty pleasure after all to leave her mark on her partners. She just didn’t want Lyddie to feel self conscious when they got there.

"Yeah, give those bloody gossip magazines something to talk about." Lyddie bit her lip, her hand slipping between Win's legs, fingers gently teasing her inner thighs. "Don't you want them to know how good you make me feel?"

“Oh God, Lollipop, you’re such a rebel,” Win teased, but she didn’t have to convince her further and she latched onto Lydia’s neck, her teeth grazing her sensitive skin before she began to suck, drawing a breathy moan to her girlfriend’s lips. Lifting her face she lapped gently at the spot before moving slightly lower to repeat the processes, kissing her with fervor.

"Just like that, Winnie, it feels so good..." Lydia gasped, the thought of people knowing what she did just made her even hotter. "I wanna make you feel good." Lyddie's fingers quickly found Win's clit, circling it gently at a torturous pace. "Did you get this wet just from snogging me?"

Win gasped as Lyddie touched her. “Yes, you definitely have that effect on me babe,” she whispered, the soft grunts of pleasure from the boys only serving to turn her on more. She’d found right away since joining this relationship how much she like being watched. “Lyddie, please?” Win whined, pausing her exploration of the other woman’s neck.

"Oh, please?" Lydia smirked, finding herself in one of her 'taking charge' moments, which have been more frequent ever since Win came into her life. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.”

Lyddie's Nathan was always surprised to see her act this way, but he was starting to realize he liked it... maybe he should ask her to do the same to him sometime.

“More,” Win sighed, grinding against Lyddie’s hand. “Faster?” she asked with a pout. Win’s Nathan’s bit his lip. Hearing Win beg like that did things to him. She wasn’t usually the submissive type, and as much as he loved when she took charge, he loved seeing her like this, vulnerable and begging for it.

"Aww, you do look cute when you beg..." Lyddie moved slightly faster, pressing her forehead to Win's with an amused grin. "Such a good girl. Nate," Lydia turned to Win's Nathan, narrowing her eyes playfully at him. "Do you think I should finger her? Do you think Winnie deserves it?"

For a moment his hand froze as he gaped at Lydia. “Y-yeah, give it to her Lollipop,” he exclaimed, groaning softly. “Fuck that’s so hot.”

"Okay then," Lydia smiled at Win, as much as she loved being a submissive, seeing her girlfriend helpless like that was really sexy. "I guess you deserve it..." She teased Win's entrance for a second, gathering her arousal before pumping two fingers inside of her, the heel of Lyddie's hand still rubbing against the other woman's clit.

“Oh fuck, Lyddie,” Win moaned. “I’m supposed to be the one distracting you,” she murmured, dragging her lips along Lydia’s neck.

"You are," Lydia sighed, her fingers curling to find Win's sweet spot. "I love to see you like this... Just don't come before I say so, alright?"

“Yes, Lyddie,” Win answered obediently, her voice coming out breathy. “I love you, you’re so good to me,” she murmured, burying her face in Lydia’s neck, biting down hard.

"I love you too, baby," Lyddie purred, clenching her eyes shut, she was really turned on, but she liked the idea of having to wait until they all got home. "I wanna hear you moan for me."

Win moaned louder, clutching at Lydia as she felt her climax nearing, pleasure coursing through her. “Oh Lyddie, I’m close!” she exclaimed, writhing in her lap, grinding against her hand as it pumped into her.

"You wanna come, Winnie?" Lydia studied her face carefully, adding a third finger inside of her. "Ask me nicely, tell me how bad you want it..."

“Please Lyddie,” Win gasped, “please, I’m so close, I wanna— I want— oh please baby,” she begged.

"Such a needy little thing," Lydia mused for a second, enjoying what she was able to do. "Okay, baby, come for me." Lyddie's words seemed to have an effect on her Nathan as well and he squirmed as he came, making a huge mess on his suit, but he didn't care.

Win’s mouth fell open, her eyes falling shut as she came around Lyddie’s fingers with a whine, her whole body tensing. “Holy shit,” Win’s Nathan gasped, biting his lip as he came over his hand.

"That's better," Lydia held Win against her chest, kissing her temple. "I feel a lot more confident now, we're gonna crush this thing."

"Jesus... you crushed me," Lyddie's Nathan exclaimed, zipping up his trousers, leaning back in his seat.

“Ahh, so that was your plan all along,” Win mused, brushing a weak kiss to Lydia’s jawline. “I’m glad I could help. Fuck, but I love you like this,” she murmured, straightening to glance back at the Nathan’s. “Oops, looks like you made a bit of a mess there, Natty,” she purred with a laugh.

"If I can make you beg like that, I can do anything..." Lydia chuckled. "Maybe I should take charge more often, you look so hot."

"Oh, yeah," Lyddie's Nathan looked down at his ruined suit, but with a swift hand motion, it was clean and perfect again. "There, problem solved."

“I’m hot? You’re sexy as hell,” Win laughed. “I like dominant Lydia,” she admitted. “Though I like you every way,” she added, tracing the dark hickies she’d left. “I left you some gifts,” she whispered before slipping off her lap to sit between Lyddie and her Nathan. “Nathan, babe, you have a little something too,” she pointed out, glancing down at his trousers and the white stain there.

“Yeah, well, you look a little disheveled yourself sweetheart,” he teased, snapping his fingers to fix their appearances.

Lydia grabbed a mirror in her purse to look at the state of her neck. "That's definitely gonna leave an impression... I love it."

"At least we don't gotta worry about fans hittin' on ya," her Nathan muttered, moving to kiss over the marks.

"You know... even if I don't win tonight, I'm already happy with the outcome."

“And when we get home, we’ll celebrate either way,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed as the car rolled to a stop.

"I can't wait..." Lydia looked over her shoulder to wink at him as someone opened the door, and she hopped out of the car.

The others followed, with different degrees of nervousness, Win slipping her hand in Nathan’s. Outwardly she held her head high, a slight smirk on her face, but the way her fingers trembled in his, he knew she was anxious.

Lydia was somewhat used to the public by now, but the Press still scared the shit out of her. She took her Nathan's hand on one side and Win's on the other as they walked down the red carpet. "

Lyddie, Lyddie! Who are you wearing?" a voice rang in her ear.

"I have no idea, this is thrifted," she laughed, posing in different angles.

"Lyddie! Are you still engaged?"

"Yes, she is!" her Nathan pulled her hand up to flash the ring.

“Lyddie! Who else is with you?” one of the photographers shouted before snapping several photos of Win and the other Nathan. “Is your fiancé a twin?”

“You could say that,” Win’s Nathan grumbled under his breath, while Win flashed a smile at the camera, giving Lydia’s hand a squeeze.

"These are my partners," Lydia nearly shouted, way too excited to say that. "My boyfriend, and my girlfriend."

"Are you expecting a win tonight?" A reporter asked, recorder in hand.

"Oh yeah," Lydia leaned in to speak into the mic. "But even if I don't get album of the year, I feel that this win already came for me... I mean to me."

At Lydia’s words Win felt her face flare hotly, and a loud cackle burst from her Nathan’s lips. “Oh you could definitely say that!” he exclaimed, giving her a cheeky pinch.

Lydia smiled for a few more pictures before moving on to sign a few autographs and take pictures with her fans waiting by the barricade. Her Nathan nudged Win's arm, smiling while he watched Lydia laughing, having fun and being herself without worrying about anyone's opinion.

“Hmm?” she murmured, looking up at him. “What’s up?”

"Look what you did... she's so happy." He didn't wanna be sappy, but it was too adorable.

Win flushed at his praise, a soft smile lingering on her lips as she watched Lydia.

“Ahh, it was nothin’,” she murmured, leaning into his side. “She did all the work,” she murmured under her breath.

——

Delilah glanced at the screen as she took a sip of her drink, only half paying attention to the award show as several musicians walked along the red carpet, until a flash of green hair caught her eye and she nearly choked, leaning forward to snatch the remote and turning up the volume. “And who do you have with you tonight?”

“These are my partners—“ Delilah’s mouth fell open as she recognized her step sister’s face come across the screen, hanging on the arm of the gangly curly haired bloke she’d moved out with, as well as a woman with cotton candy coloured hair.

“MOM!”

#misfits #nathan young #nathan young x oc #nathan x win #nathan x lyddie #otp: green apple lollipop #timeline anomaly’verse #my writing #collaboration

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