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I had time to read just one chapter but I wanted to make a recap anyway because the next chapter is like 360000 pages long (I may be exaggerating slightly) and I'm not sure if tomorrow I'll be able to update, so we're doing just gideon tonight (I have a feeling she'd love that wording)
previously, in harrowcita del 9:
this happened
CHAPTER 48
gideon tells harrow that she should have probably killed off mercygirl but she wasn't "thinking straight"
when has she, though
she decided to keep going further into the emperor's infested bolthole
she finds a lot of corpses of bees that have been killed already
and thinks harrowcita would have appreciated how bad and nasty everything looked
then follows the corpses and the scent of despair and murder and finds yandere twin at the end of it, standing like a pulp fiction killer
gonna illustrate with a susan denberg movie poster I find appropriate
yandere twin gets emotional and goes "harry, you'reâ"
to which gideon answers with "Alive, bitch"
gideon says that she "had long since ascended to the rank of double douchbag" which I consider another memorable instance of chad catching strays
and gideon has some Issues to Resolve with yandere twin
and by resolve, I mean fix them with Violence
she starts getting upset at all the things yandere twin did to harrow, which include "faked to your fucking face like she couldn't see a corpse that was obviously there"
I SAID I THOUGHT SHE WAS GASLIGHTING HARROW
gideon is very determined to fix all of this diplomatically
by beating the crap out of her
they start a banter that will be an incredibly entertaining thing to witness for the next pages
I can't make it justice in a recap tbh
I was just basically like
gideon will, in a very persistent way, throughout the conversation, tell yandere twin that harrow will never love her
yandere twin wants to give gideon funny nicknames, like who would do that, that's so disrespectful, I can't even fathom doing that at all
not to gideon, anyway
yandere twin says that mercygirl disappeared, augustine dropped out and gideon the first is trying to handle the stuff on his own, kinda?
she's surprised by the fact that mercygirl tried to kill harrow
"why did you ascend to be a lyctor?" "ultimate powerâand posters of my face" "Fair"
they find augustine being useless in a hallway and, when he sees gideon's eyes, he panics and bolts out of there
these lyctors are all a joke istg each and every one of them
except for, I think it was cassiopeia, who had the ceramics collection, she's fine
well no, I don't condone planet murder for ceramics, but she gets a bit more points than the rest for them
there's a lot of talk about buttholes between gideon and yandere twin and I'm not above that, since I've been making bolthole jokes this whole time
gideon is living for the nudes in yandere twin's room
nobody is surprised about that
but there's no time to think about the nudes or buttholes anymore when yandere twin pulls out a harrow letter for gideon
gideon is going through it even before opening it, as are we
she finds her glasses and a note that says
"one flesh, one end"
"Fuck one flesh, one end, harrow" "Because all I ever wanted you to do was eat me. Which is, coincidentally, what your mother said to me last night"
always so poetic, ortus can't even get close to this level
gideon keeps telling yandere twin that she has no chance with harrow
"I hated those eyes in her face; I kept expecting to smell hair gel."
chad catching strays at every turn, I live
gideon explains about harrow being in love with ice cube barbie
"I know the signs of Nonagesimitis"
and yandere twin goes "All that fuss about the Saint of Duty. What a little hypocrite"
which I guess is because of the whole gideon the first and not!dulcinea thing? but that's like totally different form whatever this is???
there are layers to the corpse and lyctor relationships, you guys
it's a very wide spectrum
gideon says that her connection to harrow has to do with her being her cav which...ok, gideon
"Nonagesimus, you hating me always meant more than anyone else in this hot and stupid universe loving me. At least I'd had your full attention"
gideon rn:
yandere twin isn't deterred by all of this information and thinks harrow and her have an eternity to bond because they're lyctors
as if they weren't doomed right now but ok girl, go for your dreams, I guess
gideon threatens yandere twin not to be nasty with harrow and to get away from her with her nasty necro ways
yandere twin goes "What can I say, I love a little gall on gall"
which absolutely wins gideon over for a sec
"Reverse everything I just told you. Let's get married"
I knew the horny puns would help them bond
it's the little things sometimes that bring us all together
yandere twin says chad used to say she would "go to hell and get fucked" and you know what, fuck that guy
this is why he's still catching strays on a regular basis 9 months later
yandere twin wants to take gideon to see dr reverend emperor john
gideon goes "No, thanks. I'm good"
that's what I would have said, I approve
but she has no choice, because harrowcita is still gone and whatever's going on is ??????
so, out she goes to follow yandere twin to see this asshat
who maybe will, at the very least, give us a little more info on gideon's demigod status
fingers crossed
hope he dies
And that's it for this update!!! It's a short one but we're moving forward!!!
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On the one hand, I would like to refute all the supernatural stuff Susan has written here.
[Image text: Susan Burnette's Field Study #1
Susan Burnette Field Study - New Light Ruins
The tragedy of what happened at New Light Village haunts me. Every single child in the village perished. Mother Nature decided it was their time to go, but we don't have to live that way anymore. The wild sokqueatl spirits are here with us. Those kind and gentle souls will use their extraordinary time tunnel power to prevent the storm that wiped out New Light's children.
But every time I try to access the area, there are groups of people trying to intimidate me. They've done strange things to the ruins, like the keys in the trees, cloth draped like cultist activity, odd new structures, and what looks like paint on the angel. They've shouted at me, threatened to shoot me where I stand, tries to scare me off by saying they'll use me for "the blood trance." But I don't scare easy.
End ID]
On the other hand, as a Secret Worlder who has been to Solomon Island, Maine? Well...
[Image ID: the first image focuses on a Sasquatch in a forested area, glancing over its shoulder toward a hollowed-out tree with pale blue glowing magic inside of it. Beyond the forest a strange, dark fog swirls up into the sky.
The second image is inside a rocky tunnel, tree roots breaking through from above and curling along the walls. Further into the tunnel is a glowing, honey-yellow portal to Agartha, with a view that shows it leads to a strange realm with structures organically formed from wood.
The third image is from within Agartha, showcasing some of its many branches that support countless portals. The portal in the foreground shows a view of a building in the real world, indicating the area that it will allow a person to travel to.
End ID]
I'm afraid the only thing I can really refute is the idea that she can make that landslide not happen and the implication that only Sasquatches can go into Agartha to use its "time (and space) tunnels". That's too big of a change and it wouldn't work, even if she could safely navigate far down enough in Agartha to go back to 1904.
(Also a quick note for folks unfamiliar: Secret World Legends includes a staggering amount of creatures and myths, in several locations across the world. Sasquatches only show up a relatively brief amount of time...but you do totally get to mess with vampires later on. And for the Secret Worlders, I absoLUTELY side-eyed the shit out of that village's name for sounding like some Morninglight-type shenanigans.)
#redfall#the secret world#tsw#secret world legends#swl#Redfall is a lot like âwhat if Solomon Island was just vampiresâ#âinstead of a WILD mix of a dozen or so different monsters and mythsâ#there are quite a few groups that visited the island over the centuries and left their respective shenanigans lying around#and now it's cut off by a suspicious magic fog instead of frozen waves#also I don't know if Dev considers âBigfootâ and âSasquatchâ to be synonymous?#since he believes similar creatures across the world DO exist (vs all âBigfootâ evidence being easily refuted)#but if they are synonymous to him he would be SO MAD meeting them and finding out they're actually real#he would have a love/hate relationship as a Bee#LOVE getting to see all the mythological creatures!!!#FURIOUS that the factions wouldn't let him stream it#maybe he could as a Dragon though hmmm#also I think he's friends with the Oxford Duo out in Egypt#hung out with Arun and Monty back in school
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#okay things are . mostly fine between me and my bf#hes a little mad at me because i didnt bring it up at all before hand and how casually i had told him#(it was like 4am i was tired but wanted to remember to tell him before i forgot because alternatively i would just have not told him and --#-- forgotten)#basically the one boundary we have about gettinf into other relationships (both polyam) is telling the other first but i was scared to --#-- because i didnt know if like i had told him and then like 2 days later show up like 'lol they were just joking ignore that'#and sometimes ppl do joke flirt and joke abt being in a polycule and i couldnt tell if they were and i didn't want to ruin the fun by askin#i told him the second we made it official at least . in comparison to me forgetting to mention it for weeks or something#he wants to take a little bit of a break so he doesnt get mad at me again but we arent breaking up at least#its gonna be awkward for a bit between us but itll be okay#if we broke up i would probably kms tee bee haytch#sui joke#<- not really a joke but yeag#rlly hope our other friend whos in our main gc isnt mad at me too augh#we both told them he doesnt have to pick a side at all but . what if he hates me too yk#dont rb#sorry for v/nting in the tags again do you still love me /joke
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the funny thing about being twins is that people love dressing you in matching outfits
#not my mom tho she wanted us to be treated as separate people and not a unit#ty queen you fucked up a lot but you got that right at least#well our halloween costumes were usually a matched set as babies#like i was a bee and he was a honeypot#but that's just one day and when we were old enough to pick our own costumes she let us be different from each other#tho it did give us the classic family inside joke: *said in a high pitched pouty voice* 'i dont wanna be a honeypot' >:|#not as funny over text tho#anyway i love being a twin#ive been told that twins have a different relationship than other siblings but honestly i wouldn't know i dont have any others#also ive been told that after we were born the put us in the same crib but on opposite sides#and every time they looked away we would somehow end up closer to each other so we could touch#turns out we were wiggling towards each other even tho we shouldn't have been able to do that#we were weird ass babies tho i hated hats and gloves and decided to develop some motor skills a bit early just to remove them#ugh sorry for rambling im just trying to distract myself#is it weird that this feels almost like they're dying#I know they aren't but it feels like that sort of grief
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Somethin about Andrew Minyard who shoves himself face first into danger no matter what risk it poses to himself
Being 5 feet even and still taking on four grown men who try to beat up Nicky outside of Edens.
Knowing his twin brother for less than a few months and willingly killing Tilda, even planning on himself dying in the process if need be.
Andrew willingly putting himself in direct harms way if it means protecting those he loves, while unwilling to put those same people in a even slightly potentially dangerous position.
Andrew who deals with Aarons withdrawals on his own, sat outside a locked bathroom door to intermittently slide his brother new food, water, and clothes. Unwilling to risk sending his brother to a place where he knows people in high positions would be willing to abuse their power, willing to hurt Aaron.
Andrew who despite knowing all of this and making sure Aaron never had to witness it, goes through his own withdrawls at easthaven, knowing what kind of abuse could and would happen to him.
Andrew who promises to protect Kevin and Neil. He knows theyre lying to him and he knows he doesnt know the full truth of who they are and what (who) exactly he is protecting them from.
But he also knows it helps Kevin to have a buddy system to lean on, to have someone who can shove his way through a crowd of exy fans all trying to get at Kevin, both fans and haters of him following his Ravens departure.
The way Neil describes Andrew as being a wall he can lean on and know he wont tilt under the weight of Neilâs past and current issues.
Somethin somethin about Neil looking at Andrew and seeing Andrew in a way no one else can. A way no one else has.
Neil looks at Andrew and sees how his carefully created stony exterior is a way to protect his family, by taking on the brunt of the negative attention from others. Both the other foxes, exy fans, his own classmates.
The rest of the foxes cant hate Aaron or Nicky the most if Andrew is always the one acting out to take all of their feelings of hatred on himself.
And no one recognizes this until Neil.
Neil who sees the way Andrew loves his family so much that hes willing to let them hate him as long as theyre safe.
Neil who knows Aaron thinks Andrew hates him and goes to Katelyn directly to tell her she needs to push to get Aaron into group sessions with Bee to fix his and Andrews relationship, because if Andrew or Neil were the one to suggest it Aaron would be against it.
#no one gets andrew minyard like neil josten gets andrew minyard#aftg#all for the game#andrew joseph minyard#andrew minyard#minyard#the foxhole court#the raven king#aaron minyard#minyard twins#the kings men#neil josten#nathaniel wesninski#nicky hemmick#kevin day#andreil#andrew x neil#mine
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~ 04.10 - Neuvillette ~
Dom!reader x sub!Neuvillette - reader is gender neutral
Warning: boss (neuvi) /assistant (us) relationship, neuvi & reader are both virgins~, vent fingering, bathtub, heat (implied), dragon anatomy, rubbing his dicks together, mind break, sub space, breaking into his house (lol)
~ Word count: 6.8k ~
Nini!rant: special thanks to @sh1-n0bu for explaining her reptile kink to me <3
Kinktober list 2024
It was sunny on that day, no clouds were in sight, only the clear blue sky could be seen. The bustling sounds of the people are echoing from every corner, whispers akin to the buzzing of bees reached your ears. âDid you hearâŚâ one of the shopkeepers murmured, âour archon, sheâŚâ another person commented. As always, people seemed to love gossip or rumors.
You couldnât blame them, their curiosity was justified. Normally you would have wanted to eavesdrop a little more, but not this time, because you had other things to worry about. Today you were going to get a different position at work, all you hoped for was that it wouldnât be worse than the previous one. You took the elevator upstairs, then made your way to your workplace, where youâll have to deal with nasty higher-ups again.
If it were for you, youâd fire them all, every single one of them couldnât do anything yet bosses their subordinates around like they are worth less than dirt. Not to mention all those unreasonable rules, who in their right mind would remember them all? After a short walk, you reached the Palais Mermonia. Hectic footsteps emerged from the building, the source was without fail beneath that unnecessarily huge door. With a final sigh, you opened that door and went inside.
First things first, since they told you that you were going to go to a new department, you had to wait in front of the office of your boss until he assigned you a new role. He was the chief justice of fontain and thus had his own room. It was the last chamber on the right. When it was finally your turn, you heard someone else opening the heavy entrance and walking in. No, not just one, many people, a big group of them, alongside photographers snapping pictures.
That wasnât your business, so you ignored it and went on with your own life. You put on a fake smile as you greeted that old, insufferable boss of yours, âGood morning Monsieur, what can I do for you?â Your soft and calm tone, honed to perfection, was as flawless as ever. Not a single soul could guess your true feelings beneath that facade. Slowly you got closer to his desk, and he finally notices you.
âYou are here, y/n.â He noted, without returning your greeting. âYou know you are getting a new job, an important one at that. Donât fail me.â That man said as he stared right into your eyes, a poor try to intimidate you. âYes, I understand. May I know the nature of my work?â Despite his impoliteness, you replied in a professional manner. In truth you were sick and tired of this, why did they always have to beat around the bush? It was such a waste of time.
If in the end you have to work overtime because this superior of yours wonât stop yapping, you were really going to throw hands.
âYou will see soon.â He said and pointed toward the couch on the left side of the room. You sat down on it soon after, not questioning all this strange behavior. How you hated this, but regrettably the pay was too good. After a short while, the door opened, and the crowd's screams seeped into the room. It got muffled again when the door got closed, the only sounds remaining were the footsteps of two individuals.
You didnât think much about it and stayed seated, your boss on the other hand got up immediately and welcomed the two guests with open arms. He put on a cheerful air as he said, âWelcome! Thank you for taking the time to visit this humble place, our dearest hydro archon! You as well⌠errr.. Monsieur!â
Wait what?
Did you hear that right? The hydro archon, focalor? What is she doing here! How could it be that someone like you would be granted the chance to meet her in such a close and intimate setting? This has to be a joke, this has to be- âno need to thank us, please, I have to be the modest one in this situation.â She spoke, her voice was soft like silk, sheâd be a great singer. âNo way, Iâd never dare to disrespect our archon like that. Y/n, you come here too and greet our archon!â
You heard that man call out to you, so you hurried over. There she was, a lady with beautiful long silver-white hair who owned a strong aura. This was no joke, she was the real deal. âPlease excuse this citizen, I humbly greet the hydro archon.â You bowed, trying your utmost to be the best version of yourself. From the corners of your eyes, you saw a tall male standing behind the archon. He also looked important, as well as strong.
The way he stood there was confident and serious, something about him told you he wasnât human. That feeling was supported by his appearance. Putting aside the fact that he was astonishingly beautiful, his hair was also long and white, and some blue strands could be seen on top of his head. Also, he was definitely filthy rich, his clothes were the top quality and looked like the meticulous work of a private designer. Just what did you put yourself into?
Focalor smiled gently, a parent-like smile as she spoke, âItâs alright, I should thank you for taking care of my friend here. Please do your best.â Now you were genuinely confused, this was beyond your comprehension. Was it something only high-ranking people understand? Was it a quiz? You donât remember helping someone whose Titel was the friend of an archon.
Before you got the time to ponder over her words, she already explained it, saying, âFrom today onwards, my friend here will take over the job of chief justice. That means youâll work under his command. But you see, he isnât good with people, so Iâd like to ask you to take care of him.â If this man here will become the new judge, then⌠you turned over to your now ex-superior, staring at him blankly. âIâll retire soon, work hard y/n.â He said while smiling irritatingly, before patting you on the shoulder, as if heâs proud of you or something.
How you despised him. Did this really have to happen so spontaneously? Couldnât they have given you a goddamn warning? A heads-up? You couldnât get angry though, not in the presence of your deity. âI.. ehm, I accept this job with great gratitude.â You eventually uttered, not knowing what to do in such a situation. Well, you didnât have a choice, did you?
âGood, how fabulous, then may I request for you to leave the room first?â The archon said as she turned over to look at your ex-boss, and he rushed out of the room just like how he rushed to them the moment he heard their footsteps. Somehow you wished he stayed because it was really suffocating standing there on your own. âI only have one more thing to discuss with you.â Focalor stated, before continuing with, âCan I ask you for a favor?â
You nodded in agreement, replying with a yes. âCould you teach him how to behave like a human? As you probably noticed, he isnât of the same race as you, but Iâd like for him to live among humans freely.â She smiled widely again, bringing forth a sense of comfort. Despite that, you were still hesitant and on edge. The words she voiced out; not human, teaching⌠it sounds like youâll have a lot of extra work in the future. Also, how do you teach someone how to be human? Isn't it more of an instinct kind of thing, do you just tell him to have common sense?
âGreat! It put me at ease to see my friend here got such a caring assistant, please take care of him in my stead.â Your archon smiled brightly, waving the other person goodbye as she left. Now this is awkward. You were standing face to face with your new superior, someone who was way more important than your previous boss. How great, this is only increasing the pressure at work. With a final sigh, you swallowed the nervousness down and began introducing yourself, âNice to meet you, Iâm y/n, and from today onwards I am your assistant, feel free to ask me anything.â
This should suffice, right? You had to adapt to your new position very quickly, to not seem unreliable, all you hoped for was that he wouldnât be worse than the last one. âMy name is Neuvillette, Iâll be in your care then.â He said while looking at you with his pretty eyes. His eye makeup was very beautiful, or were these markings?
Nonetheless, he was quite the eye candy compared to your ex-boss. Suddenly another concern popped up in your mind, what if heâs a player, or super arrogant? You quickly threw away these thoughts, it would be unfair to judge someone based on their appearance alone. Even though you still hesitated, you forced out a bright smile as always and uttered, âIâll show you what kind of work you can expect.â
Contrary to what you feared, Neuvillette was very hard-working. He really wanted to do this job well, and he adapted to the position of chief justice very quickly as well. Less than a week later, he was ready to take on court cases and judge the convicts by himself. On the other hand, he didnât understand humans and their emotions at all. It was difficult for him to learn their manners, especially the meaning of empathy.
He understood the basic concepts, like if someone lost something then theyâd be sad. But why should their friend grieve with them as well, they didn't lose anything right? One of his problems was that he couldnât read between the lines, so if someone didnât tell him how they felt, he wouldnât have the slightest clue.
You thought it was due to his rather emotionless nature since he never seemed happy or sad before. He always wore this serious and nonchalant expression, carrying out his duties with the utmost professionalism. He was the perfect judge who stayed clearheaded in every situation, and he was also a great superior. Just saying but, gosh, he finished his work so quickly it was amazing. Also one of the first things you taught him was how to be nice to oneâs subordinates, and heâs been following your advice nicely.
Honestly? You enjoyed working under him. Your pay got raised, and you got to take care of a pretty boy. Sure, the hours increased by a bit, but it wasnât as dramatic as you thought. Sometimes youâd even bring him lunch because you liked his attitude and wanted him to stay until you retire. It was also quite funny how dense he was, things that were normal for you were weird for him. Whenever you saw his perplexed face while studying humans, you couldn't help but chuckle under your breath.
One thing that you noticed after he came to fontain was how the weather worsened. Fontain wasnât known for having long periods of bad weather, so it was strange how much it rained lately. Well, who knows, it probably doesnât have a logical explanation behind it anyway. For now, you had to organize these court documents before handing them to 'monsieur' Neuvillette again, humming to yourself as you looked over them. Check.. and check, huh, looking good.
Now you had to find him, where could he be? He wasnât at the Palais Mermonia, so perhaps he went on a walk? Or was he at his home? The next judgment was going to start in less than an hour, and the chief justice always had to arrive early, even if technically everyone would wait for him to start.
He mentioned to you before how he wished to do his work seriously, and that you had permission to do whatever to teach him if necessary. Thatâs why you were at his doorstep, knocking on the door while sweat formed on your forehead. You ran all the way here since you didnât want his reputation to be tarnished by being late. The two of you would need to go to the opera house later as well, and that will take some time too. âExcuse me, Monsieur NeuvilletteâŚ?â You called out to him, no response. Weird.
Should you try and look through the windows? Or maybe heâs at the opera house already? That could be it, he has never been late after all. Before leaving completely, you tried to open the door just as a last resort, turning the doorknob. To your surprise, it opened, so the door wasnât locked. âHuh..?â You gasped, feeling a little nervous now. Why was his door not locked, and should you really just walk inside? After pondering over it for a while you came to the conclusion, well, why not! If he was there, then youâll quickly get him, and if not youâll act like it never happened.
Since your reason was important as well, it should be all alright, right? With that being said, you carefully slandered through the halls of his house. His home was very modest, it didnât reflect his position at all. With his authority, he could have gotten himself a mansion, but he settled for average? Nonetheless, you kept going, opening the doors carefully as if they were out of porcelain. Until you heard a noise. It was muffled through what seemed like a door, was Neuvillette still there or it was an intruder? Somehow you didnât want to take another step anymore.
You eventually reached the root of the noise, and more sounds emerged from behind the door. It kind of gave you Deja vu, but you werenât sure what exactly. After much consideration, you just simply opened that door, and warm air instantly hit your face. The room was so hot and full of condensed water, was it a bathroom or sauna?
You squeezed your eyes shut, then blindly entered the room, hands fluttering around to try and find something to hold on to. Then you touched something akin to porcelain, or was it acrylic? When you opened your eyes again, you stood right in front of Monsieur Neuvillette, who seemed to be sleeping in the bathtub. All naked.
It was an understatement to say you were stunned. You were so speechless that you didnât move for a good minute. What should you do? He is sleeping and hasnât noticed you yet, should you just wake him up? But this situation was kind of inappropriate. After all, you just intruded into his home and invaded his privacy. Time seemed to pass so slowly, yet you still havenât come to a conclusion. In the end, you decided to stop being such a wimp and wake him up, then apologize to him a thousand times.
When you gradually got closer to him, you got a better look at his body. His skin was so perfect, smooth, and pale, like these models in magazines. Though he had scales located near his pelvis, which you thought was fascinating. So, when the hydro archon said ânot humanâ, she meant a mermaid? There were no mermaid tails to see, perhaps heâs hiding them? Damn, how curious you were, even so, you decided to ask him later since you had other problems at hand. Gently, you nudged his body, hoping that would be enough to wake him up.
Nothing happened.
Then, you shook his shoulder, trying to be tender with him. Still nothing. You sighed, asking yourself what to do. A few moments later his eyelids twitched, and it shocked you to the core, you felt your soul leaving your body for a split second. Now that it has come to this, you were kind of embarrassed. Waiting patiently for him to notice your presence. âUh.. y/n? What are you doing here?â Neuvillette asked, eyes still half-lidded as he slowly turned to look at you.
âIâm so sorry, Monsieur Neuvillette, but we have a court case in a few-â You stopped abruptly, noticing how his face was all red. âAre you alright, sir?!â In the blink of an eye, you reached out to his face and pressed your palm against his forehead, testing his temperature with your hand. He was burning, did he get a fever or was it because of the water? âThis doesnât look good.. should I postpone the court case?â You mumbled under your breath and pulled your hand back, not noticing the slight blush on his cheeks at your bold moves.
To your surprise, the male commented, âYour hand.. itâs cold, it feels nice.â It seems he really is sick, damn it, you should have taken better care of him. He probably got sick because he worked too much. âIâll call a doctor, please wait a second.â You proposed, but he denied your idea. âItâs not a big deal, itâs probably because I've been bathing in hot water.â The boy said and stared up at you, his lashes were all wet just like his hair.
Despite the guilt gnawing at you, you had to admit he looked irresistible right now, and the fact that he was all naked was not helping. After more hesitation, your desire won against your reason, and your consciousness was killing you. Should you really do this? You kept asking yourself that question. The thing you were going to do, was it morally correct?
Before you found the answer to that question, you opened your mouth and said half-jokingly, "I understand. But, Monsieur Neuvillette, did you know? There is a very unique human custom that you haven't learned yet." His eyes widened a little, head tilted to the side as he mumbled, "Yes? And what is it?" You swallowed the guilt down your throat and responded, "Our current situation fits the requirements, so following that tradition.. uhm... we could do something⌠fun, if you want." Look at that unsure tone in your voice, were you trying to convince him or yourself?
Neuvillette looked at you in confusion, waiting for you to continue your story. Eventually, you did exactly that, whispering in a low voice, "It means I could, if you allow it⌠er, t-touch here..." Out of nowhere, your hand reached downwards, and the sound of water splashing around followed close behind. âSomewhere around here.â He could feel your fingertips brush over his pelvis, and a dark blush covered his face. "I-I see, is it... um, really a custom?" The male shyly looked away, he wasn't sure what to think about this, was it really a cultural thing?
At the same time, he was curious, he wanted to know how humans interacted and worked, so he had to experience it firsthand to understand them. "We don't have to if you don't want to try." You quickly told him, hoping that he was oblivious enough to believe that crazy story. Instead of agreeing, Neuvillette grabbed your wrist and brought it to his crotch. His cheeks were even redder than before as he admitted, "Iâ I want to try then... I want to learn more about humans."
You could swear you were getting dizzy as well, feeling your cheeks heat up at the sweet voice and erotic display of the male. The uncomfortable yet determined look on his face, and how his body was subconsciously begging you to touch him. Even so, he was your boss, should you really do something like this with him? Your hand kept lingering over his private area, itching to touch him but too worried to actually do it. âHurry up..â he groaned, and any concerns you had dissipated. âThen.. please lay back and leave it to me.â
Gently, you told Neuvillette to let go of your wrist, and he stayed put all obediently. Seeing how easily he did as you said sent a shiver down your spine, and you started rubbing his belly, causing him to tremble slightly. Neuvillette closed his eyes and sealed his lips together. Your touches moved slowly but surely lower, until your delicate fingertips caressed the baby blue scales above his vent. His breath hitched in his throat, anticipation filling him as well as fear. From that moment onwards, he was yours. His heart beat like crazy, and all because of you, only for you.
On the other hand, you were amazed with his anatomy. The scales were hard and sturdy, but the more you rubbed those beautiful things, the more they softened. It only took a short moment before the male started panting quietly, eyes still pressed into a thin line as he refused to look at you, all due to his own embarrassment.
How cute, you thought. The way he was underneath you with his face flushed like some love-struck maiden encouraged you to go further. This was also how you found out his eyeliner wasn't makeup instead he was born that way. What a beautiful being he was, so breathtaking that he could be an angel sent from the heavens.
The water was clear like glass, you could see everything through it, from his vent to his milky thighs, all of it was laid bare for your eyes to feast on. At first, you wondered if he had a cunt since it looked like one but also not. It didn't bother you in the slightest though. Later on, when you got to the point where you caressed the scales right on his lips, you saw how two dicks slowly emerge from that slit. As if they grew inside him, to the point they were noticeable from the outside.
Right, if that wasn't astonishing enough, there were two? Hah, how incredible! He was really different from humans, and it only intrigued you even more. Neuvillette on the other hand looked so embarrassed, he was never this exposed to anyone, and he also never touched himself there. So you are the first to explore that area, to see this vulnerable, emotional side of his. His expressions were just so pretty~
The fact that he had two dicks was extraordinary, no doubt, but for now you were more invested in that vent of his. With little caresses that were akin to the soft crawls of a kitten without claws, you rubbed the edge of his cunt. "Uh- uhm..! Y/n, please be gen-gentle with me..." He pleaded in a weak voice, hands thrown over his mouth to hide his humiliating noises.
You nodded before caressing that part of him in earnest, and it was so soft, it was way softer than what you imagined. Honestly, you couldnât even believe what the heck you were doing right now. Playing with him like this, the sheer audacity got you all nervous and lustful. This power struggle was really hot in your opinion. How did things even come to this point? He was only taking a bath, so how are you suddenly doing inappropriate things with him?
The only annoying thing was the water because it kept washing away his natural lubricants. God, you wanted to do so many things to him, to your boss nonetheless, you were so shameless. Then an idea crossed your mind, could you perhaps fit your finger inside that space? Why not try it out..? Gently, or as gently as you could since you had to squeeze a little, you managed to stick your middle finger inside him. It wasnât even fully in him, yet he was already gasping and moaning.
Hands clenched around the edge of the bathtub, enough for his veins to become noticeable. His insides were so soft and squishy, and the way the edges clenched around your fingers as well as how his dicks twitched was just so erotic. The scales on either side were shining like peals, they had long become soft unlike before. You licked your bottom lip, feeling a sense of lust course through your body.
His pleasure-ridden expression brought you further down this hypnotizing feeling of want and need. âWha-what is this..?â Neuvillette gasped, gazing at you with a look of confusion and embarrassment. Is this how it is supposed to feel? He did want you to touch him, but this was kind of shameful, yet he didnât know why. It just felt inappropriate but amazing, he's not even sure if he should stop it or encourage you.
âY/n⌠ah, I, mhmm!!â Right before he finished his sentence, you pushed your finger deeper into him, until your digit was buried in his vent to the knuckles. This was quite the fight, though it was worth it. His mouth hung wide open at this point and his entire being was shaking in ecstasy. After making sure he was doing alright, to some extent, you started moving your finger.
Of course, the poor and innocent Monsieur who had never had anyone touch him there yelped in surprise, he didnât even know you could reach that deep inside! Oh but now he feels like he was being stretched to his limit, and filled to the brim. There was no way he could take any more than this, there was just no way. Your fingers felt so good, he was too ashamed to admit but he loved the feeling of clenching around them, that was all he knew.
He didnât know the reason why it felt good, nor why he liked it, so he blamed it all on his instincts. "So this is why humans have this custom, it's because it feels so hot and, good..." Neuvillette uttered under his breath, drool was handing out from his lips already. Suddenly you curled them slightly, to press and poke at his soft walls. âAh-âŚah.?!â The dragon couldnât help but mewl again, his thighs were trembling, causing the water inside the bathtub to splash around.
âThis is so fun, isn't it, Monsieur Neuvillette~" You teased while pleasuring him with your finger. "Hu-huh..? uhh- I think so.. er, please address me in-informally in these settings..." He suddenly said, seemingly flustered at the fact that you were using his official title. His adorable words were so cute that you couldn't help yourself again, leading to you rubbing his spongy insides. âHnnGH!! Please⌠no mo-more..â the male then begged you so sweetly you thought you were going to overdose.
What a pitiful guy, tears were collecting in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill at literally anything. Then it started to rain, the sound of soft raindrops hitting against the bathroom window served as nature's background music for you. âAw, you want me to stop, Neuvillette?â His two dicks both twitched at the mere mention of his name, precum collecting around his aquamarine tip. Now that you mentioned it, his cocks were fading into blue from his base onwards.
On another note, Neuvi would have been all sticky with precum now if it wasnât for the water neutralizing it. âI-I mean.. uhh, no, donât stop haaah...â The male gently placed his hand on top of yours, trying to keep your touch from leaving his body. âI donât plan on.â You admitted, then used your other hand to jerk off his dicks, taking both with one hand and rubbing them against each other.
âUgGhHH..!! Too much, too- mhm..!â He complained again, to which you responded with, âAw, donât be such a fuss, doesnât it feel good?â There was no denying it because both of you knew he liked it a lot, his expressions revealed it all. âNghh, i.. I mean-, uhMMm!â It almost annoyed him how his own moans kept interrupting his sentences. Seriously, it was difficult enough to talk and think about how to form coherent sentences, and then his humiliating whines just had to ruin it.
You were enjoying yourself. Oh, you definitely were. His beautiful silver hair was soaked in the water, shining as if stars descended just to decorate his locks. That handsome face of his was tainted with a bright pink, a huge contrast to his normally pale complexion. The tears which were on the verge of falling finally rolled down his cheeks, or was it just the water of the bathtub? Nonetheless, he looked pretty damn erotic in that moment, so beautiful you were dazed.
Neuvillette noticed you staring, which is why he avoided your gaze, feeling too ashamed to hold eye contact. Yes, he felt hot and was craving whatever you could give him, but this side of his was simply too pathetic and lewd! Gradually, the sound and intensity of the rain increased. It kept hitting the window, so you could hear how it got louder and louder, people also started to run under random roofs to keep themselves dry. After you were sure he got used to your finger, you tried to add another one.
âAhHhh! Mhm, no..! There is no-no space left...!â Once again he was trashing around, complaining, making water spill over, wetting you in the process. âShh, itâs alright, you can do it Neuvillette, Iâm sure you can.â You whispered some words of encouragement to him, praising him while you were at it. He heeded your words, trying hard to accommodate your second digit, because he wanted to do it for you. Eventually, he managed to fit both of them inside, even if it was a long journey, âAh- ahh.. this is, mHffFhm.. your fingers feel to-too goooodâĄâĽď¸?!â
The boy groaned and whimpered, sobbing behind a face of uncontrollable lust. Each of his moans were a blessing from the heavens for your ears, making your heart flutter as if you were going to enter paradise. He was such an angel after all, wasnât he? That gorgeous white hair he got could be mistaken as a trait of an angel, not to mention his pure and virtuous personality, if he told you he was an envoy of god you would have believed him with no doubts.
âSo stunning.â After thinking all of that, you couldnât help but compliment him again, all while you stretched his vent with all the tenderness in the world. âNGhHh.. m- uhhmm, y/n, please, I want more..â Neuvillette begged you sweetly, eyes half-open as he embraced this perverted side of his. You were genuinely surprised by his words, you didn't expect to hear him plead for more, hence you stopped your movements for a split second. Damn it, you thought he was just an innocent little mermaid, but maybe there is more to it?
To be honest, you were really into all of this as well. Normally he was your superior whom you had to follow and obey like a loyal dog, but now he was like your cute and adorable little pet, begging for you to play with him. How unpredictable the world is, and you didn't mind it at all. Just looking at him was enough to make you happy, and now you got him wrapped around your finger like it. You were ecstatic!
While you were immersed in the perverted appearance of your boss, you subconsciously trusted your fingers in and out of him, ending with him crying out repeatedly and almost creating cracks in the acrylic due to his tight grip. âAaHHhh!! OOHHh..<3! Mhm, too muOochH, fa-fAasterrr.!âĄâĄâĄ~!!â At this point, you didnât know what he was hoping and pleading for. His sentences have long been rid of any logic since he kept giving mixed signals. So all you did was coo at him and promise him that youâll make him feel good.
His eyes rolled back to the back of his skull when you accidentally brushed over an especially sensitive spot deep inside him. Now he was truly blabbering nonsense, you could barely understand the meaning of his words. When you sneaked a peek at his face, you saw how he was basically melting. Like butter, slowly falling apart due to the heat. Your movements fastened again, repeatedly pushing your digits in and out of him at a quick pace.
You even caught yourself drooling because you were too concentrated on his expressions, how his features twisted into bliss. All due to you and your fingers. âAhh.. nghHh, I- I canât.. itâs so we-weird!â Neuvillette managed to groan out with much effort, his entire body was quivering as if electricity was coursing through him. âSo-something is..! NghH, hMMn~ <3â Something? What did he mean by that? âCo-coming⌠itâs co-mHMm, coming out..âĽď¸ď˝!!!â Ah, thatâs whatâs happening. Pffâ
You couldnât help but chuckle at his adorable antics, does he even know how cute he was? Carefully, you rubbed and pressed the tip of your fingers against that sweet spot inside him again, almost abusing that poor spot at this point with how much you were touching it. Each time you did that, heâd arch his back off from the bathtub, and his two bluish dicks would jump in excitement. Everything about him was just so cute! Sure, you were smitten with him from the moment you laid your eyes on him, but now you were sure you couldnât turn back anymore.
How you wished you could devour him. He just looks so delicious, you could eat him out all day long if he allowed it. Not to mention the way his vent clenches around you and churns, it wouldnât be an overstatement to say you were obsessed, addicted to him. The rest of his body was like a godâs creation as well, sculpted by the meticulous care of the lord.
Each muscle was defined but not overdone, his chest rising and sinking with each breath. His perky nipples also owned a beautiful shade of pink, standing up all proud as if inviting you to taste them. For a second there you were lost in your daydreams, totally hypnotized by the male in front of you. One of his moans managed to pull you out of it, reminding you of your current mission. âUgghHH! Oh-UHhh! Y/n, y/nnnâĄâĄâĽď¸!âNeuvillette gasped out for your name multiple times, hoping to reach you.
Youâve been squeezing and grazing his sensitive spots without providing him a break, who would be able to withstand all these currents of ecstasy while staying sane? Though, perhaps the poor hydro dragon wasnât even in his right mind anymore. He couldnât speak properly or think clearly, can you really call him sane at this point? No, he was a mess, a fool for your touch, an addict drowning in pleasure.
âOh? My, I was distracted for a second, wasn't I? You are doing great, Neuvillette, keep going. Cum for me?â You praised him once you took in the situation, now pushing your fingers even deeper inside him, causing his heart to stand still for a second. It was as if his mind was breaking, his brain malfunctioning as hot tears rolled down his eyes and into the bathtub. The loud rain outside the house was picking up, becoming harder by the second.
âMhMNG..! Noo- hhGGNnNMm~ I- Iâm aaAngGhh!!â High-pitched moans left his throat, they were more akin to screams of pure bliss than anything else. For a split moment, he could feel his consciousness fading away, blacking out before he returned to reality. Some kind of fluid squirted out of his dick, ending in more pleasure cascading through his veins. âGuHhh, Mhh-nghh...? Ahh, ahGnn y/n, y-y/n⌠âĄď˝" Neuvillette gagged and choked on his moans, crying hysterically while his cum kept gushing out of his swollen tip.
His legs shook violently, unable to fathom all these sensations and feelings. It was too much to handle! His orgasm washed over him in the most unexpected way possible, and he wasnât ready for it. By no means he was, though he wouldn't have been ready until the next century. The consistency of his cum was thick and milky, it immediately sunk down to the bottom of the white bathtub. All his strength was gone as if they got robbed from him.
Neuvillette was limping at this point, his bottom a twitchy something where cum kept shooting out of his slit. You took a good look at him, his hair wet and sticking to his body, head thrown back as if he didnât have enough strength to hold it up. Those cheeks, ears, and shoulders were all flushed pink, also his mouth was a little open due to his continuous groans. He was panting heavily, breathing still unstable. If you had to take a wild guess, he was probably still processing everything that happened as well as the emotions swirling inside him.
Slowly you took your fingers out, he only reacted minimally to the loss of contact. Eyelid twitching a little when the warmth of your digits subsided. You stared at him, at his fucked out and broken state. At that moment, you were sure he was the most attractive he had ever been. Ah. Suddenly you got reminded of the court case he was supposed to attend. Reality hits you like a door in your face. Wait, what time was it? Could you two still make it in time?
You looked at your pocket watch and.. damn it. 10 minutes until the case begins. There was no way you two would arrive on time, especially since you werenât sure if he could even walk at this point. Then you noticed how he seems to be coming to his senses, so you gently brushed some strands of hair out of his fucked out face.
While doing that, you wore a worried expression across your features as you whispered, âUh, first, Iâm sorry for entering without permission. Your door was open so I was bold enough to enter, forgive me.â Neuvilletteâs eyes widened, did he really make such a stupid mistake, for no reason? Well, he did feel a little hot today, maybe a bit out of it as well, but still. You then kept apologizing, saying, âSecond, there is a course case in a few minutes, Iâm so sorry for neglecting work.â Your tone was an apologetic one, feeling bad for ruining his great reputation.
To your surprise he didnât seem bothered at all, instead, he looked away in shame. Probably at the thought of what he just did with you, his assistant. âUh.. no, itâs fine.. Iâm at fault too. I shouldnât have⌠gotten you into this mess as well.â You instantly shook your head in opposition, âNo no, it's on me. But may I ask, how are you feeling? Does anything feel sore?â His face heated up again and he blushed furiously, you were almost able to see smoke coming out of his head. âNo I'm fine..â the male mumbled quietly, still avoiding your eyes.
Without wasting any more time, you proposed, âThen shall we hurry-â âNo, itâs alright, y-y/n.â He interrupted you, his voice also stuttered and cracked up as he worded your name. God, he was adorable. âThe reporter, who was supposed to be present at the trial, couldnât make it. He got sick. I.. uh, I met his wife on my way to the opera, and she told me she was going to stop by your office to delay it to you.â
You blinked, once, then twice. So thatâs why he wasnât present. Right, your righteous and hard-working boss would never come too late, there must have been an outer influence. The reason why you didnât know, was because you were working from home today so there was no way for the news to get delivered to you. What a misfortune, but, you got to do this and that with him, so in the end it was a good thing?
You could feel your own cheeks heat up now that everything was over, and the misunderstanding cleared up. âErr, then.. can I help you with anything else, Monsieur Neuvillette?!â Your voice came out accidentally too rough because you were panicking a little. Damn it.. dealing with the aftermath of your actions was kind of embarrassing. So you really.. did this and that.. haha. Damn your self-control, you even lied to him.
Luckily your kind chief didnât take your rather loud voice as an insult, instead, he handled it gracefully and said, âItâs alright, Iâm sorry that you had to see me in that state. Please wait in the living room while I get ready.â You nodded and left right after he finished his sentence, you figured heâd want a little privacy now that everything was over.
Without wasting much time, you left the bathroom. Slowly, the rain stopped, and everything calmed down again. The fog that was once surrounding everything has also disappeared now. After you left, Neuvillette sighed before slumping back into the water. Whatever just happened⌠argh, how embarrassing! Please never ever remind him of it, or he might go back to living with nature and Melusines again.
The dragon gazed out of the window, his heart pounding in his chest. He saw as well, how the rainy weather from before left, now replaced by the bright sun. Next time he should be more careful about closing doors and whatnot, even if he ends up enjoying this occasion. His cheeks flushed once again at the thought of you, and he hid under the water. How can he ever look you in the eyes again...?
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Nini!rant 2.0:
This is going to be a short one, just a quick explanation of the dragon anatomy. (What nobu explained to me)
So, itâs a vent right? Kinda like a vagina but without the clit and looking more like a hole. Then imagine two dicks coming out from the hole, both are curled towards the stomach and the one on top is a little shorter. The tip is rather pointy, with the form looking a little spiky as well? At the base, or the part thatâs buried in the vent, itâs his skin colour, and towards the gland it fades into a clear blue, or even mystical purple. Around the veins itâd be slightly purple and it shines a little as if someone poured sparkles over it â¨
Instead of hair, heâd have scales, shiny blue ones (so pretty!!) that cover the entire area. It surrounds his vent and is quite sturdy when he isnât erect, if you rub it long enough it will become softer. He can hide the two dicks inside his vent or take them out! And a fun fact or headcanon nobu told me was, dragons can only cum from one dick at a time, except they are reaaaally overstimulated.
This artist drew it basically how I imagine it - but they drew it without the vent
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bee 11
desc: modern bestfriends > lovers (femreader) (tattoo artist az)
warnings: 18+, drug/alcohol addiction/recovery, reader overthinking/insecure/depressed, jealousy, archeron sisters have entered the chat, angst, fluff, co-dependence(and all the trauma that comes with it),
wc: 4.2k
a/n: wow i'm so sorry this took so long as some of you know i been going through some things anyyyway we've come so far since the beginning myyy goodness, as much as I love sober az I already miss the az who was doing a line before a tattoo, but alas after all the drama last time I hope this makes up for it <3 kisses xoxox
other parts on my az masterlist
eleven
Sixty days.
Sixty days of loneliness.
Sixty days of an empty house.
Sixty days of overthinking.
Sixty days of gut wrenching anxiety.
Sixty days of no contact.
Sixty days of not hearing his voice.
It had been my idea, the whole no contact, and now, it felt like it had been the worst fucking idea in the world. Facing him now seemed impossible. Would he look different? Would he be different?
Fucking idiot. Do you know how much can change in sixty days? Sober Ariel won't even want you.
It had been maybe a week in when the seed of doubt had blossomed in my gut. The regret for the dumb idea that space was the best thing for our relationships, time to figure ourselves out so we could add to each others livesâ instead of depending on each other. Him, needing me, me needing to be needed.
It was such a fine line between give and take and I had offered every last piece of myself to him without a hesitation. With him gone, with him healing, getting better... What would he need me for? What was I supposed to do with myself? School was hardly distracting, and finals coming up should have helped but only made it worse.
Rhys and Cass had visited him, a few times, they had also gone on another Vegas trip, without him obviously, apartment hunting. That did nothing to soothe my gut either, that was real. It was happening in mere months they were moving to Vegas. Neither did the way they all stopped talking about him when I was around, did he tell them something? Did he tell them he was going to break it off with me for good when he got home? Or did my friends really think I was that fragile? That I couldn't even handle hearing about him?
'I would let Rhys sue me for breaking contract before I would leave this city without you.' his previous words echoed in my mind, I had been so sure he meant it when he'd said that to me, so sure that I would never be alone again.
And of course I wanted him to get clean, but somehow, everything felt different now. I wasn't so sure of anything anymore. Would he still feel the same way?
I hadn't even looked into transferring schools. He had told me to, before he left... But doing that made everything more real, and what if he changed his mind when he saw me again?
He wouldn't be in a drug clouded haze anymore. He wouldn't need me anymore, not the way that I needed him.
And I wouldn't even get any alone time with him, not immediately. Rhys was throwing a little get together for him, he was so proud, they were all so proud of him.
I hated that I wasnt as proud as everyone else when I should be the most proud, I hated that I was afraid of the new Azriel. There would be nothing for me to fix anymore.
With every waking moment that passed my anxiety and insecurity grew. Getting ready for his 'sober party' seemed surreal to me, it only created more doubts in my mind. I mean, had Azriel, my Az, really agreed to that? Even as a sober version of himselfâ it seemed doubtful.
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Sixty days.
Sixty days of detoxing his mind, body, and soul.
Sixty days of boring meals.
Sixty days of therapy multiple times a week.
Sixty days of sharing his darkest side with complete strangers.
Sixty days of uncomfortable beds and scratchy sheets.
Sixty days of living in sweat pants because it was all he had packed.
Sixty days of heart stopping guilt and revelations about himself and his behavior.
Sixty days of torturous inescapable demons that seemed to be at war in his mind.
Sixty days of not hearing her voice.
The moment she had told him she didn't want to talk to him while he was in rehab, he had wanted to stay. Give up the idea entirely and quit on his own accord. He didn't though, he went. And it wasn't only for her. No, it was for him too. And he thought maybe it was valid, maybe they did need space, time away to clear their minds and have a true fresh start. He could do things right this time.
And now, with his head clear, he was happy he had gone. He felt stronger, in his mind and body. It had been a lot, a lot of facing things that had happened in his childhood that he had never dared to face before. Things he didnt have to face when drugs and alcohol had been his safety net for so many years. He realized he didnt need substances to deal with those things, his traumas didnt make him weak or vulnerable, they made him stronger.
He did recognize his problem, and he couldn't say for sure that he would never touch the bottle or snort a line ever again because that was just unrealistic. He was only human and he would do his absolute best to be a good man, for himself.
For Bee too. If she still wanted anything to do with him, the silence between them was the loudest one he'd ever felt, even miles away.
Bee.
His lover. His everything.
There was nothing that could get in the way anymore, he hadn't realized until now how much his addictions had been separating him from her. And of course he had gotten off it before but never without alcohol to help him along. He had never been so fucking deep into his addictions, had never gone that crazy. What he had done was completely unacceptable and now he could only hope for the best when he saw her. A party thrown by Rhys and his girlfriend hadn't been his ideal meeting place... But it had been completely sprung on him. Him being in rehab wasnt a secret, but that didn't mean he wanted to advertise it. Rhys had promised it was a very small get together, just something to show their support. 'No pictures.' Azriel had been sure to clear that up with him. The party was supposed to be a surprise, luckily for Az, Rhys knew him better than that.
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Rhys and his new girlfriend had out done themselves along with the help of Mor who had told me this morning when she arrived in town that she wouldn't have missed this for the world. 'I mean, Azriel sober? I have to see it for myself and support,' she had said over coffees earlier, I had gotten quiet, I knew I could have talked to her about how I was feeling. But it felt wrong, it was embarrassing to say the least. I didnt think she would understand, either.
Rhys' place was decked out, balloons everywhere, charcuterie and little desserts lined both of the large tables, there was a mocktail station and a coffee station where she had also decorated Rhys' coffee pot, another table had a 'fill your own cone' bud bar that included a big jar full of Azriels favorite cigarettes as well. Her theme was 'Sober & Slaying' and there were banners and balloons to match. My heart had swelled the moment I had entered the apartment and part of me felt a little guilty for not getting here earlier. I hadn't been doing much of anything though, I wasn't eating right, I wasn't sleeping right, my thoughts and fears and insecurities had been practically eating me alive. They hadn't even asked me to help with set up, simply to show up on time, I at least had arrived twenty minutes early.
"Oh good! You're here, will you help me with this last mocktail?" Feyre beams after she had pulled me into a quick hug. She was very sweet although a bit reserved at first she had warmed up to me quickly. She was setting up some last minute decorations, I was early, of course, my anxious gut hadn't allowed me to sit at home a moment longer.
Part of me was hoping this new relationship would entice Rhys to stay a little bit longer, but they were already talking about going long distance until Feyre was ready to take the leap and move to Vegas. Seemed awfully soon to even be talking about it to me, but I wasn't one to judge, they did seem madly in love nearly instantly, and Rhys was, different. Nicer even.
"Yeah of course," I flashed her a grin and tasted the mocktail she was working on before I added some more of the homemade blueberry simple syrup she had made. "So good," I hummed in approval once I had tasted it again.
"So like, will this be the first time you and Az speak?" Mor tries to make it sound as casual as possible, my eyes focus intently as I transferred the mocktail to the aesthetically pleasing drink dispensers Feyre had put out.
"Um yeah, I haven't seen him or spoke to him since the night before he left," I shrugged, my eyes not lifting once. It had been quite the emotional night, it felt like a lifetime ago.
"I visited him once, he looks really good," she responded and I couldn't stop the jealous pang that hit my gut. Space. We had decided space was the right thing for us, a reset to our relationship after everything we had been through. My dumb idea, but he had agreed. I only smiled in response, and was glad when Cassian arrived with a cake in hand, his loud greeting drew all the attention away from me. Bless him. I found a corner to sit in, a quiet corner with my phone and one of the mocktails Feyre had made. A few more arrived, Feyres sisters, which I had only met a handful of times. Why were they here? Az didn't know them, did he? The only way that was possible would be if Rhys had brought them for one of his visitsâ the mocktail felt sour in my stomach and I felt more than relieved when Kat finally arrived and joined me in my corner.
"Hi love, how you holding up?" Kat had been very supportive through this entire rehab thing, and was making my loneliness nearly bearable.
"I'm fine, really, just coping with all ofâ all of the emotions of all the sudden change I guess," I shrug easily, Kat was the only one I had really felt comfortable to tell my true feelings to. She was the only one I knew that wouldn't judge. She nodded in understanding, making herself comfortable in her seat.
"That's valid, it's a lot to take in girl," She begins and I'm relieved when she can't continue because Cassian is all but shouting a second later.
"He's coming up he texted me a few minutes ago," Cassians voice drowns out the chatter around the room and I feel my insides go to liquid, my throat feeling tight and constricted.
My heart stopped when I finally laid my eyes on him. Impossibly sexier. His face was more full, color in his cheeks, a sparkle in his eye I hadn't seen since we were kids, he stood straighter, making him look impossibly taller, shoulders spread, oozing with a confidence I hadn't seen in a long time. My gut twisted, my heart picking up, a steady hammer against my chest. I held my breath when our eyes met, his face fell as he scanned me from across the room and I wanted nothing more than to drop into the hole in the floor. It wasn't exactly the reaction I'd been hoping for. I knew I looked awfulâ but shit, we hadn't seen each other in two months.
"Azriel, it's nice to see you again," Elain is the first person in front of him she's loud enough to hear across the room, her sing song voice carrying, and I try to ignore it but my eyes are glued to his, and he has to tear his away from mine.
"So what, Rhys took Feyre and her random sisters to see Az in rehab?" I drop my voice, forcing myself to look away, to tune out their conversation to the best of my abilities. Kat bit her lip, a notable guilty blush creeping across her cheeks.
"I um.. I was there too," she admits, twirling her hair around her finger, I squint slightly. She could have at least told me that. "It was a last minute thing," she explained quickly, my expression probably throwing her off. I was jealous, I couldn't deny thatâ I had no one to blame but myself. If I'd never been so set on having space away from eachother... My blood heated, she was gorgeous, just the type that Azriel would go for to. "They just happened to be there and we made a group trip of itâ and yeah, I didn't think you'd want to know, considering..." she trailed off and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Yeah, I don't mind at all," I would have rather jumped off of the balcony than have this conversation, I shouldn't have asked. The FOMO was certainly real and I wondered if that's why they were constantly all whispers when talking about Azriel, to spare me of that feeling.
"Youre not imagining her googly eyes though," she scoffs as she glances back over at them and then to me mocking a gag, I smirked a little bit glancing back at them once more and then to Kat again. She was for sure laying it on thick with the sweet tone and all of the unnecessary blinks. I didnt remember that about the first few times I met her.
"I mean I can't even blame herâ he looks..." I trailed off searching for the right word, he looked amazing, delicious, sexier than he'd ever had before. He was practically glowing with whatever newfound confidence he'd gained from facing his many demons.
"I know that's your man but he looks hot," she finishes for me and we giggle together, I ignored the heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach that maybe he wasnt my man anymore.
"That he does," I sigh, twirling my straw around in my cup, suddenly I regretted not sneaking a few nips into my purse. I wouldn't get drunk at a sober party, I wouldn't, but something to take the edge off would be nice, and a joint didn't seem like the right option.
I effectively avoided Azriel for at least an hour, I hadn't been keeping track of time but it felt like it had been at least that long. I wasnt ready for a conversation, not when one look at him made my heart stop.
My stomach was growling, and I needed a snack. I was carefully piling charcuterie onto my plate when I jumped and nearly dropped the whole thing.
"Youre avoiding me, and youre doing a good job for how small the space is," his voice is the same one I remember, low and gravelly and sexy.
"Im not," I insist, just hoping he hadn't noticed the way I visibly jumped at the sound of his voice.
"I think I know when my girlfriend is avoiding me," he left a heavy emphasis on the word, looking at me expectantly as if he was daring me to challenge his claim on our relationship status. Relief washed over me, a tension that I hadn't been able to ease since the last time I saw him.
"Its justâ Its been a lot I don't know, and having this conversation here... Seems like a lot too," I took a step back from the table but turned around to face him, I could feel more than one pair of eyes watching us, it only made me more uncomfortable.
"Are you eating?" its a direct question, soft but firm, his eyes scanning over every inch of me. My stomach flips, my cheeks reddening.
"Yes," I lift the small plate of cheese, crackers, and fruit as if that proved anything.
"Hm," he doesn't seem satisfied with my answer, his eyes not leaving me for a second.
"You look good Az, you look different," I chewed the inside of my lip, hoping my anxiousness didnt bleed into my words.
"Im still me baby im just better," that same confident smirk spreads across his lips, I knew it well but somehow- there was a different spark behind it. Something all those drugs had dimmed. A light I hadn't seen in a while. "For example, Im not gonna nod off on the couch anymore because Ive had a handle to myself for two days straight and Im hours off a two week coke bender," he said it so casually and leave it to Azriel to make a joke out of it. "From now on," his voice drops as if he knew they were all listening, I felt Elain's curious eyes on us and I knew she was trying to catch every word. Sorry, hes mine. "I won't fall asleep without making sure you are fed, fucked, and tucked into bed."
I blush, looking away from his stare, something in my gut eases but the anxiety is still settled there.
"And Im sorry, for each and every time I failed you. Im clear headed now andâ" he cuts himself off, and maybe it was the look on my face that stopped him. "Would you feel better if we went outside?" he nods to the balcony, I quickly nod, desperate to be alone with him and not on display like some soap that they were all watching.
"Please, its. little stuffy in here," my words are a little rushed, and they were true, I felt like I could barely breathe anymore. And I was making a complete idiot out of myself when Azriel hadn't seen me in two months. I feel his hand on my back and he guides me out onto Rhys balcony, I don't look back again, I lean up against the balcony, resting my elbow on the railing and sucking in a deep breath of fresh air before popping one of the pieces of cheese into my mouth.
Azriel joins me after he had shut the door behind us, leaning up against the balcony next to me and he lit up a joint he had gotten off of the bud bar.
"Did you tell your psychiatrist you were going to smoke?" I ask casually, trying to change the subject into something else. Anything else but our relationship, I shouldn't be worried, he had already said I was still his girlfriend.
"Yes," he shrugged, taking another drag from it, I could feel his eyes on me as I set my plate down on the nearby table. I had barely touched it.
"And what did they say?" I ask, quirking a brow as I take it from him, it was annoying that I was more at ease now, normal territory, I didnt like the way sober Az could see right through me, I had thought he was able to before, and now?
He shrugged again, watching me. "Why are you trying to avoid talking about us?" he reaches out, tucking my hair behind my ear so I can't hide from him, my breath catches. He took the joint back, taking one more long drag before putting it out. I shook my head, I couldn't find the right words. He grabs my wrist gently and turns me around so my back is against the railing, his body so close, the scent of his cologne slamming into my senses. "Why?" he repeats, his eyes meeting mine in the dim light, his voice is soft and careful.
"Iâ I don't know Az," I breathe out, my heart felt like it would pound out of my chest. "It's just Iâ" I look away, unable to meet his gaze when I feel the word vomit coming. "Im afraid, Azriel. I am. And I know it's fucked up because I shouldn't be. I feel sick, sick with myself that I have been more worried about whether or not you would still want me when you got back than I have about you and your actual recovery. Ive been worried about you being different and not needing me and I know Im so fucked up for that there's something wrong with me and Im sorryâ"
"Hey, hey, stop, breathe for a second," he interrupts me, a small sigh leaving his lips as he places both of his hands on my cheeks, lifting my face to look at him and he gently wipes away my shameful tears with his rough thumbs, the feeling makes my spine tingle. "Don't feel bad for anything that you feel or have felt in these past weeks," he assures me, one of his thumbs still gently rubbing against my cheek, his eyes burning into mine. "Iâ I created that for you, that whole thinking you need to be needed by me. I created this... Trauma bond, I know that now, I know that I made our relationship toxic. It's not your fault, I hadn't dealt with any of my shit and I basically put it on to you. Im sorry, Im sorry you felt like that at all and I wish..." he sighed softly, one of his hands fell to my waist. "I wish I had the courage to call you, because I wanted to so many times, but I didnt think you'd want to talk to me. You needed space and I had to respect that but seeing you now, seeing you haven't been taking care of yourself like you should have. I should have been there for you," he sighed, clearly frustrated with himself. "I know where I fucked up, I know what kind of damage Ive done, this only proves it," he brushed his finger over the dark circle underneath my eye. "I love you, I love you so much, maybe too much sometimes," he sighs again, I fight the urge to close my eyes and lean into his touch.
"Az I love you too," I breathe out because Im stunned into silence. Everything hes said, his accountability, his words, they felt like they were crashing into me.
"Im not going to leave you like that ever again," he promised, and took a step closer, pressing his body into mine. He felt stronger, more solid. It was almost like he had left a boy and returned a man. "You are going to be my wife some day, you are the fucking definition of ride or die Bee, I swear, for the last two months the more clear my head got I just realized one thing over and fucking over," he wasnt afraid, he had absolutely no hesitations, every single word felt like a promise, and I felt like my heart was palpitating. "I hit the fucking jack pot with you, and I fear the smartest thing that Ive ever done in my life was share my favorite candy with the girl across the street."
My cheeks are burning, tears streaming, but they aren't sad, just emotional. I don't know what else to do, my words are caught in my throat so I kissed him. I pulled him down, my fingers tugging in the hairs at the nap of his neck, our tongues tangling perfectly like they always had. He was mine, still my Az, better, better like he had said. He was right. A soft groan escaped his lips, my stomach flipped at the sound, the thought of how he would have his way with me later after so many days apart. My body melted into his at the thought, our hungry kiss only escalating. Our desperate need for each other matching perfectly, our emotions pouring into the heated kiss. I tilted my head his lips traveling down my jaw and across my neck, settling behind my ear and gently sucking. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, I moaned his name softly, my body feeling like a hot puddle.
"Hmm?" he hummed against my skin, his hand had slipped under my dress where he was rubbing soft circles on the least sensitive part of my thigh, somehow it was still driving me mad.
"We, we should go in now... They are going to be wondering whats taking us so long," I breathed out, I couldn't even see past Azriel into the house, I was sure they could see us though, or at least see Azriel pinning me against the railing.
"They should have known better than to throw me a party when I haven't seen my baby in sixty whole days, and they definitely should have known better than to let you wear this dress," he tugs lightly at the fabric. "They should have known Id need alone time with you," his eyes glimmered with mischief. "I have a lot of making up to do," he added, tracing his scarred finger over my jawline.
"I hated this idea more than you Im sure," I admitted guiltily, biting down on my lip. "But they worked really hard Az," I tried to peek around him to see inside again, he only shifted to block my view.
"Fine, but five more minutes," he smirked, tilting my chin up again.
"Five more minutes," I whispered breathlessly before he crashed his lips onto mine again, and I felt all of my anxiety melt away, as if he was pulling it from me.
And I felt safe.
Home.
Safe.
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Hello everyone! This is masterlist #7 and #8 (Nov and Dec of 2023!) for all of the fics I have reblogged on this side blog I hold super close to me. Remember to leave feedback and reblog the writings if you read them!
Also, a huge thank you to all the writers mentioned, I adore you so very much and I hope you keep writing <3
â˘â˘â˘ NOVEMBER â˘â˘â˘
Chiffon | Lace | Satin | In which Harry is grumpy and mean to Y/N, who's just shy and trying to get through the day, and they're both teaching assistants for the same class. - @cupid-styles
Love's An Ache In The Jaw | A fic about TA!Harry and TA!Yasmine who hate each other more than anything in the world. - @harryforvogue
Sunkissed | Part 2 | Where (Y/n) is a single mom to an uncoordinated kid, who happens to have surf lessons with a very cute man. - @harryhoney-bee
Knockout | The one where Harry is a handsome stranger who always comes to your diner covered in bruises. - @freedomfireflies
Athens | Harryâs in his fourth year teaching university, and he knew he was bound to have a favorite student but he didnât know he would meet someone like y/n. - @moonchildstyles
â˘â˘â˘ DECEMBER â˘â˘â˘
Halo | Harry doesnât believe in love and Y/N tries to figure him out. - @parkersroses
Baby, It's Cold Outside | In which Harry is the right person at the wrong time. - @havethetimeofyourstyles
Where The World Takes You ⥠| In which you study in a different country and meet someone along the way. - @havethetimeofyourstyles
Lonely This Christmas ⥠| You and Harry broke up earlier in the year, but at Columbiaâs Christmas party you see each other again, and you both realise just how much you miss each other. - @enthusiasticharry
Fine Line | Harry plays you Fine Line for the first time and some things get said. - @harrystylescherry
Delicate | Harry has a bad past with relationships and is waiting for when Y/N decides to leave him. - @gucciharrywritings
Love of my Life | Where Harry and Y/n, who is a part of the love band, end up married without the media and the fans finding out. But Harry finally lets the news out by introducing Y/n Mrs. Styles. - @gucciwins
Number One | In which Harry jumps in to help when Y/n is stressing about a little lie she told her family, but is the new lie -- actually a lie? - @watchmegetobsessed
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ME ESPRESSO! (art donaldson x fem! reader)
say you can't sleep, baby, i know/that's that me espresso
the vibration of your phone on your bedside table causes you to halt your nightly routine, sitting cross-legged on your cozy hotel bed. art was currently paying for you to live there while you found an apartment closer to him in the city. speaking of art, his contact picture flashed on your phone screen, causing you to smile as you pick up. "i can't sleep" art cuts right to the chase, not beating around the bush. "aw why?" you feign ignorance when you respond, you know exactly why, only about an hour before you'd sent art a selfie in nothing but the hotel-provided robe, a payment of sorts for letting you stay in the lavish hotel. "you know why baby.."
holy shit/is it that sweet? i guess so
you can't stop the giggle that escapes your mouth. "you're sweet art.. i only wanted to show you how comfy the robe was!" you lie through your teeth, when art is needy and missing you is when you like him best. "cmon baby you were practically naked.. you know what you do to me.." he almost whines into the phone, you can hear him shifting through the speaker. "what do i do to you?" you can imagine the look on arts face now, as he shifts uncomfortably in the plush chair in the corner of his room, running his fingers through his cropped blond hair.
im working late, 'cause im a singer/oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger
most of the time when art calls or contacts you it's at night, you both have busy schedules (his being a little more flexible now that he's retired) and since art is in the midst of a messy divorce, it's better for both of you if you don't live together currently. and maybe it's easier for art to save face a little bit and not drool all over you if he can't see you all the time. as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and art is extremely fond of you. obsessed is a strong word, but it does remind you of arts attitude towards you, it's not an exaggeration to say that he would absolutely jump off a bridge for you.
my twisted humor make him laugh to often/my honey bee, come and get this pollen
art chuckles, an attractive sound that echoes through the speaker. "what do you do to me? baby you make me crazy.. you know i would give a whole lot to be with you right now, yeah?" you sigh, imagining what you would do if he was there with you. "yeah i know.. just wish you could teleport over here with me" art wishes the same, but he can't come and see you now, tomorrow he has to take care of his daughter and whenever he comes over you two always end up sleeping in till noon.
too bad your ex don't do it for ya/walked in and dream-came-trued it for ya
you only knew part of the situation with his ex, tashi, you think her name was. art, by nature is a private person, preferring to keep his personal life personal. he only came clean to you about their tumultuous relationship and the subsequent fallout when he felt that he trusted you enough. simply put, when art decided to retire from tennis, he decided to get a divorce from tashi because he knew she would only come to hate him, and maybe he had come to hate her too. when he met you, you're everything tashi wasn't. caring, nurturing, supportive, loving. it only motivated art to move forward with the divorce, even if it meant that the life he used to live was over. but it wasn't all bad for art.. he finally had a girlfriend that would be there for him no matter what (and put up with his clingyness).
soft skin and i perfumed it for ya/i know i mountain dew it for ya
arts sweet voice brings you back to reality. "did you get that gift i got you?" you remember the sweet gesture with a smile on your face, a couple days ago art had gotten you a basket full of self care products. face masks, body wash, moisturizers and lotions, all in your favorite scents. the note card attached said "take care of yourself for me. -thinking of you always, art <3" you swooned at the personalized details. "yes i did art.. thank you.. ive been using the lotion you gave me and i feel so soft.." you truly don't realize how much art is affected by your words. but you can tell he's smiling through the phone "is that right? im glad you like them.. i have to admit that i had to hold back from stealing a couple things, all that stuff reminds me of you and it really does it for me"
that morning coffee, brewed it for ya/one touch and i brand-newed it for ya
"you know you should really go to sleep art, it's late" you say, trying to test him and see if he'll stop talking to you for just that simple reason. "i know, but like i said, i can't sleep, and i didn't even have any coffee today" he reminds you, making you recall his old addiction to caffeine, one that he still has to fight to this day, but it's easier now that he isn't working so much. "you should just stay on the phone then" you suggest slyly, "i mean if i can't go to sleep touching you i at least want to go to sleep talking to you" you add. arts heart melts, no one had ever expressed interest in him like you do.
now hes thinkin' 'bout me, every night, oh/is it that sweet? i guess so
art agrees to your proposal quickly, both of you settling into your beds for the night as you set your phones next to you. "when can i come see you again?" art asks breathlessly, and he really does feel breathless when he isn't around you, searching for the fresh air that only you can provide him. "in two days, okay? it won't feel too long i promise" you reply, knowing he'll be disappointed, but also knowing the two of you still lead seperate lives. "alright, and we'll do something special together okay? ill try to pull some strings and get us a reservation at that restaurant you love" art, always the eager one, is already planning out the day to the minute detail. you sigh dreamily "that sounds perfect art.. you're too good to me" and it's true, he really does spoil you to his hearts content. "no way, you're so sweet im only giving you what you deserve" he replies quickly, blanketing you in flattery like usual. a few more minutes go by of back and forth compliments before you yawn, art taking notice. "you tired? go to sleep princess. ill be here, i mean- not really there but- you know what i mean" art always stutters over his words when he tries to be suave, a cute habit you hope he never quits. you giggle softly "alright alright.." you let your head sink into the fluffy feather pillow beneath you. "i love you art" the words leave your lips more naturally than anything you've ever said. "i love you more" art replies. well, you can't argue with that <3
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pink sapphire
pairing: jungkook x reader
wordcount: 11k
glimpse: having jungkook for a husband is great as far as arranged marriages could go; he's easy to love. your relationship's perhaps become so easy that jungkook doesn't think sometimes â and that's what makes it the easiest for you to hate him.
alternatively, you and jungkook married each other for business, but the both of you stay for love.
[ angst, arranged marriage au, fluff n really wholesome scenes (it cancels out the angst i swear), Jungkook Tries Hard (affectionate), miscommunication, jealousy, self-deprecation, sexual innuendos (no actual smut here!!), did i already say that jungkook tries rlly hard and is remorseful the whole time ]
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Jungkookâs a vocal person.
Your husband does not leave a single thought unspoken, sometimes his thinkpieces too impulsive that when he says them in public, you try to play it off by either distancing yourself with him or from him.
âI think the world would be just fine even if all the bees disappear,â Jungkook once said to you with conviction, midway into chewing his cheeseburger. âThereâs articles about it proving otherwise but theyâre too long for my attention span, but yeah, I donât think it would be that bad, yâknow?â he giggles, looking up at the ceiling in serious thought. âIf anything, the Bee Movie taught us that-âŚâÂ
Jungkook yelps automatically when you pinch his thigh, your hand sternly gripping his knee like both your reputations depended on it (they really did). âJungkook, weâre literally in a climate change gala right now.â
âI donât think coffeeâs ever that serious. Seriously, world barista championships? New techniques in supposedly making the best cup of coffee when youâre all just gonna shit it ten minutes later? Itâs not that deep,â Jungkook once whispered to you in urgency, his annoyance through the roof. Heâs glued to your side, intent on whispering all about his irritation.
âJungkook, Iâm begging you,â you wince, screwing your eyes shut and slowly moving the two of you to the far end of the room. âWe were literally right next to your uncle whose new wife is the organizer for that very championship youâre shitting on.â
âWe need to talk about the tote bag epidemic,â Jungkook once whisper-yelled to you in a rush, holding you by the arm because he just canât contain his inner thoughts any longer. Youâre thankful, sure, that youâre your husbandâs go-to person for all of his random thoughts; itâs just that he picks the worst settings to tell them to you.
âThey look kinda tacky, everybody deludes themselves that theyâre functional even if they have zero pockets, and-âŚâ
âAnd you just offended atleast three different age groups and all of them are in this cafĂŠ. We need to leave.â
Jungkookâs endearing this way, raw and a tad bit annoying. Heâs expressive as much as heâs vocal, his hand slotted on your waist like second nature to him. Being married to him isnât bad. Sure, the circumstances of your union in the first place were for business anyway, but the both of you understood and agreed at the end of the day. By all means, heâs ideal â ideal until he opens his mouth when heâs sleeping.
If thereâs anything that your two years of marriage (and counting) to Jungkook makes you realize, itâs that you should value your peace and sanity more than anything.
âAre you trying to kill me?â
Jungkook groggily asks you with one eye open, conveniently seeing you in the act of hovering around him with an ominous object in your hand. Maybe itâs the sleep in his eyes or the fog in his brain, but when you look at him like thisâ bothered and passionately frustrated, it makes him love you even more.
âNo,â you mutter, the snoring mouth strip in your hands just begging to be put on already. âIâm trying to make you quiet.â
âIsnât that the same thing?â
Perhaps itâs the sleep in your eyes or the fog in your brain, but you swear you just saw your husband crack a smirk despite keeping you up multiple nights a week, especially for the past month. Heâs not endearing tonight, not at all.
âIsnât marriage all about accepting each otherâs flaws?â Jungkook frowns, about to turn on his side when you put your knee to block him.
âWeâre arranged,â you deadpan. âI canât accept you snoring with bass and reverb every night, Jungkook. I can barely sleep.â
âBut didnât you tell me you like it when I make noises?â Jungkook glares playfully. Bringing up your sex life with him out of the blue almost always does the trick, but it probably wonât work tonight now that youâre only awake and breathing heavily from sheer annoyance. âThat you adore me whenever I tell you how much I love it?â
âJungkook,â you hiss, tempted to flick him on the forehead in his sleep repeatedly so heâll wake up with a mark. âWill you let me put the snoring strip on you or do we divorce?â
âDivorce,â he sighs out, a pinch instantly placed on his thigh that makes him jolt and squeak anyway. Jungkook whines, correcting himself when your hand hovers his chest this time. âDivorcing is bad!â
âMhmm. Good night, Kook.â
You vibrate just by the prospect of sleeping peacefully tonight without the walls in the house being shaken up by your husbandâs snores, tucking yourself in with an exhale that could last for minutes.
âMmh-hmm!â
Jungkook could only pathetically whine through the mouth strip, resigning to his fate as he just spoons you from behind and huffs.
âWhatâs that? You want to wear snoring strips every night?â you chuckle, going to sleep with a smile. âWhat a nice husband.â
( ⥠)
Every now and then, you and Jungkook have to take a refresher course on each otherâs businesses. The both of you know a lot already, constant conversations about which meetings happened where and reminders for events that the other will clear up their schedule for.
Thereâs already the concern and the general knowledge â itâs just all in the technicalities (even the simplest ones) that the two of you are lacking on.
âIs this a mock neck or a crewneck?â Jungkook holds up a shirt thatâs yet to be released, eyebrows raised as if waiting for you to mess up. Come to think of it, you have to know now because his familyâs holding company had acquired yet another brand and thereâll be a televised event for it â and some reporters ask the stupidest questions to date. You canât be the weakest link.
âI wanna say neither,â you clear your throat, biting your bottom lip in confusion. Itâs a shirt with a collar and thatâs the only thing that matters. You know thereâs a name for it and thereâs a possibility that the choices Jungkook gave you were all bluffs.
Your answer definitely seems to pique both Jungkookâs interest and amusement, resisting the urge to laugh.
âElaborate.â
âItâs neither of the two. Itâs uhm, in the middle?â you tilt your head, only praying that you could bullshit your explanation to your husband, the very person that created the garment. âItâs an all-new neckline created by Jeon Jungkook because thatâs what his label is all about.â
Flattering, but really wrong.
âCool,â he snickers, nodding to himself before he tosses it for you to catch. âItâs a crewneck though.â
âWhat? Then why did you make me elaborate?â you complain, scoffing to yourself because you know you shouldâve went with that answer. Crewnecks should be easy enough to answer but for some reason (read: you stayed up last night watching new-money elitist reality shows instead of studying), you couldnât answer.
âTo see how good you can run away with your answer, duh.â
âAnd did I run away with it?â
âYou ran away with it for like, four meters,â Jungkook commends you, the distance not all that bad in hindsight, atleast until he opens his mouth again. âThereâs a hundred meters in total.â
Trivial things like quiz night on each otherâs professions remind you that Jungkookâs nice to be with. Banter flows easily and heâs just so charming that so far, you havenât deeply regretted a single day out of the two years youâve been married.
You may not be able to name all the different fabrics, silhouettes, and techniques behind Jungkookâs very own streetwear brand, but you know that he likes being held when heâs asleep; that when he taps your thigh groggily after waking up in the middle of the night, itâs him very kindly asking you to rub circles on his back until he falls asleep.
âOkay, my turn!â
Your glass table almost shakes in excitement when you retrieve your sketches, making your husband all the more nervous because you look genuinely excited and he doesnât want to disappoint you. He doesnât have the room for error â your familyâs jewelry brand turns 100 years old since the opening of its first shop and the event will be widely attended by everyone from all industries. Whoâs to say that your eccentric grandfather wonât suddenly host a quizbee all about their craft?
You flash the paper quickly and your husband sighs in relief, grinning in confidence.
âEmerald cut, easy!âÂ
The confidence is quickly washed out from Jungkook because you snort, putting the paper down.
âItâs an octagon cut.â
âNo itâs not,â he immediately retorts in disbelief, squinting at the sketch youâve set down already.
âI sketched these,â you narrow your eyes. You forgot just how quick Jungkook can keep himself in denial. âEmerald cuts have more depth to them."
He succumbs just as quickly as he turned stubborn though, rolling his eyes with the internal reminder to touch up on his jewelry knowledge because your event comes before his.
âFine, sue me for thinking your drawings have depth and dynamic to them.â
âYouâre buttering me up.â
âIs it working?â Jungkook blinks owlishly, proud of himself when he sees the corner of your lips twitching. He holds his arm out to sling across your waist out of instinct, pleased in pink when you lean into him.
âBarely.â
Jungkook frowns, nosing into your hair with a huff. âLook whoâs talking. You made up an all-new neckline by yourself.â
âShh,â you hum. âLet me get away with it.â
These moments of domesticity are what remind you that Jungkookâs never been less than ideal for you. That despite being in the same social circle as kids and only starting off as friends, you werenât hesitant when both your grandparents suggested the idea of getting the two of you married.
In trivial and domestic moments like these, you think that you wouldâve wanted to marry Jungkook even if you werenât arranged.
âI let you get away with a lot of things,â he playfully huffs, resting his chin on your shoulder intentionally heavy to get you to cave deeper into his embrace.
âBecause I barely wrong you!â you reason, rolling your eyes because you know for a fact that although youâre not a perfect wife, youâre beyond ideal.
âI know,â Jungkook rolls his eyes this time, the truth undeniable. Youâre right; youâre so perfect for him that sometimes, he thinks he doesnât deserve you. âHow about me? Will you let me get away with a lot of things?â
âI already have,â you sing-song, narrowing your eyes playfully as if in deep warning. âBut I wonât always do.â
( ⥠)
Jungkook first realized that you loved him when he missed a single step on the staircase and tumbled a whole flight.
It was 3 AM then, the reason behind his sudden trip downstairs being the fever you developed overnight when you had just gotten home from a ski trip. He had put a wet towel in the freezer in the afternoon and he was supposed to put it on you before you went to sleep. Jungkook mustâve beat himself up for forgetting because he wakes up with a cold sweat, determined to put that frozen towel on you like his life depended on it.
Jungkook thought he was doing well by the way he could navigate clearly even with the sleep in his system, eyes still half-lidded and brain still half-working that he decides to rip out the largest yawn to man mid-step on the staircase â before he knows it, heâs woken up immediately to the bottom of it.
âJungkook!â you yelled to him then in a panic, eyes wide and frantic to see him at the bottom of the stairs with a sheepish smile. Jungkook knew then that seeing you with a head-splitting migraine visible on your pale lips and fatigued eyes, scooping him up on your arms with nothing but scolding and fussing on rotation â he knew that you loved him more than you let on.
You know Jungkook loves you. So when the bed dips and your arms grow cold despite swearing up and down that the both of you have a free day today, you doubt for a second.
âWhat are you doing up so early?â you mutter, stifling a yawn to see Jungkook up without a complaint.
âBreakfast with my parents. My crazy aunt suddenly came over and they need backup,â Jungkook answers with a pained laugh, cussing himself for being such a filial son. âDonât worry, I know you hate her plus you were up all night yesterday so I just told them you canât come because youâre under the weather.â
Youâre put at ease to hear him, sighing a breath of relief â good, Jungkook still loves you and doesnât plan to leave you. Itâs just an inkling youâve had the last few weeks, the daunting realization that in a couple monthsâ time, itâll be three years of marriage with him.
Itâs the impulsive, less rational part of your brain that thinks Jungkookâs growing bored of you, confused of how heâs been perfectly content being your husband for almost three whole years.Â
You go with Jungkook all the way through downstairs, your playful teasing towards him about never yawning again on the steps giving him more amusement (and embarrassment) than necessary.
âKook?â you question with a furrow in your brow, pointing at the dish thatâs occupied still. âYou forgot the car keys.â
âOh. Iâm not taking the car,â he smiles, shrugging to emphasize the jacket that he intentionally wore. You missed the detail somehow, the surprise in your voice more evident.
âYouâre taking your motorbike?â
âMhmm!â Jungkook hums pleasantly, the background music in his brain going from calm elevator music to rising bass rift. Heâs just about to bid you goodbye with a kiss after he wears his gloves but heâs stopped even before he could come near. Youâve already read his mind.
Your husband knows it when you put your arms across your chest, nodding towards the cabinet with a tone that leaves no room for counterarguments.
âGo wear your full gear.â
âBut the breakfast place isnât even that far,â Jungkook whines, head tilting back. His gear was literally hot, protecting him from sunlight yet physically making him boil inside.Â
âI want you in one piece.â
âYou want me?â Jungkook cheekily grins, eyebrows wagging incessantly with his arms outstretched. Thatâs it! If he could just act cuter and be a little more-
âGo wear your gear.â
âI look goofy,â he mutters, eyes downcast. The longer he goes without blinking, the faster he knows that heâs going to stick to your words.
âYou look safe,â you smile in success when you put his helmet on, securing it extra tightly that draws a whine from him.
Jungkook frowns but he knows that youâre right as always, a relieved sigh coursing throughout his whole body because who knew where heâd end up without you.
âRide safe, Jungkook. I mean it. Donât pull any tricks,â you glare pointedly at him, recounting all of the near misses he had from wanting to be adventurous, be it a trip downstairs to the refrigerator or in the middle of a main thoroughfare.
âI promise not to pull a wheelie on the highway, yes,â Jungkook mockingly salutes you, drawing out a faux disappointed sigh from you.
âYouâre forgetting something.â
Was he really? Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion, smacking his lips when he seems to get the gist of it. He walks towards you, puckering his lips to the max because he doesnât want to headbutt you with a solid helmet for just a smooch, landing a gentle kiss on your cheek.Â
You appreciate it, but Jungkookâs not quite right.
âNo, not that.â
âWhat?â he seems taken aback, suddenly realizing. âOh!â he giggles, raising up his right hand in a pledge. âI promise to text you when I get there.â
âGood.â
You have to put more strength to drag Jungkook by the helmet, angling your head to the side to kiss so he doesnât knock you in the forehead with the extremely safe (and extremely bulky) helmet you got him.
Jungkook smiles in contentment, clearing his throat as he revs his engine. Itâs all good then. He had become worried in silence because your three years of marriage were approaching and got scared because what if you grew bored of him already?
Jungkook worries that heâll mess things up with you one day, but with the way he can see you waving at him frantically on his side mirror when he just left, itâs okay.Â
He knows you still love him.
( ⥠)
Hoseokâs your most talented and trusted metalsmith.
His work ethicâs unparalleled, your vision only coming into fruition through his support and skill. Heâs indispensable to you, your place in the direction of your familyâs business cemented by Hoseokâs aid.
Hoseok as both an artist and your employee is different from Hoseok as your friend. Both are cunning but the latter is more ruthless, the lines being blurred every now and then. He loves his job, donât get him twisted at all â in fact, he trusts you as a boss and the company beyond comprehension that he doesnât bear any tact for anyone who threatens either.
Not even for Jungkook.
âA collab, huh?â Hoseok squints, looking through the portfolio youâve handed him. Thereâs already projected numbers that your analysts have predicted for you but he pays the papers no mind. He clicks his tongue, looking up at you with an unreadable expression. âA streetwear brand wants a limited-edition collection with us?â
Jungkook clears his throat, timidly raising his hand. Heâs always known that Hoseokâs standoffish to literally everyone except you, but what he canât take is being talked about like he isnât in the same room.
âUhm, Iâm Y/Nâs husband.â
âWell youâre the owner of that streetwear brand, arenât you?â Hoseok raises a brow at him, tilting his head. He looks drastically bored, his tongue poking his cheek.
Jungkook blinks, not exactly knowing where this was going but he doesnât like it one bit. âYes, but Iâm also her husband.â
âOkay?â Hoseok tilts his head, eyes already exhausted from the conversation. You know that look on him, the one that tells you heâs bored to death and is itching to shut up the nearest person to him. âWhat does that have to do with anything?â
Jungkook rarely gets flustered by anyone else besides you and this time, itâs the bad kind. The embarrassment he gets from just conversing with Hoseok makes him feel like heâs an inconvenience, unease settling into his stomach. Jungkook wishes he couldnât be so perceptive to know that despite Hoseokâs eyes normally being unreadable, his gaze now on his sketches can be read as underwhelmed.
âWell I-I mean, Iâm hearing a lot of us and it sounds like you and Y/N, not me and Y/N,â he licks his lips, recognizing the insecurity that sticks to his tone like honey. Not only does he feel insulted as an artist, he also feels insufficient as a husband.
âThat is what Iâm saying though,â Hoseok trails off, hand vaguely gesturing for Jungkook to fill in the rest of the blanks. When he doesnât, Hoseok does it for him. âItâs me and Y/N seeing this brand through. Not you and her.â
Jungkook blinks once, twice.
Hoseok isnât wrong. No matter how much pain it brings Jungkook to admit it, Hoseok isnât wrong. Your marriage may be for you and him alone, but your companyâ your artistry is only yours as much as itâs Hoseokâs. He has no place here and he feels it, his initial confidence that the collaboration he proposed was going to pass already dwindling by the millisecond.
âHoseokâs right,â you cough, breaking their conversation. The tension was already too thick and youâve barely made it halfway to looking at the entirety of the portfolio. âReel it in, Jungkook.â
Heâs jealous. Heâs jealous and he forgot just how pathetic and insufficient one could feel when the green monster of heartburn decides to make an appearance. Jungkook just about doubts everything, from thinking of how your admiration for Hoseok is probably much higher than the admiration you have for him, to thinking if you even benefit from being arranged to him.
Hoseok looks over the designs, noting all the details silently.
âHuh. I see,â he hums, clearing his throat to try and keep all the crass words he has in mind to himself because youâre looking at him intently. âSkulls. Havenât seen this one before.â
âYou sketched this?â Hoseok nods every now and then, holding up the paper that had deep indents of the pencil on the paper to the point that it defeats the concept of a sketch. Your husband nods, and he wishes he hadnât because Hoseok comments not a second later. âFigures.â
He hums, silently approving here and there of some concepts he could totally get behind. Itâs not all rubbish content, but he canât say that salvageable automatically equates to commendable.
âSo? What do you think, Hobi?â you ask when the silence has gone long enough, having noticed that Jungkook already grew too quiet in your corner.
Hoseok calculates in his brain, looking from the portfolio and back to you. He tries not to clench his jaw for the sake of you silently pleading him to mince his words and actions, clasping his hands together.
âYeah, itâs doable,â he nods, making Jungkook smile despite his ego being a little wounded. Heâs bounced back miraculously, profusely thanking Hoseok with an unexplained eagerness to him. Before Jungkook could launch himself to further possibilities though, Hoseok calls for you.
âY/N? A word, please?â
Jungkook looks back from the door, hesitant doe eyes flitting between the two of you. You donât know exactly whatâs going through his mind but you know better than to project, bidding him goodbye for the timebeing. âItâll be quick.â
The most commendable trait you can attribute to Hoseok besides being your friend is his passion for your craft. Heâs vision-oriented in the sense that he cuts straight to the chase before he could even lose the trail that the sudden burst of fervor leaves him.
âMeridianâs your baby. Itâs your grandmotherâs grandmotherâs baby. Itâs coveted. It has meaning,â Hoseok rambles, the sigh leaving him more concerned than it was relieved at being let out. He canât mince his words now â he canât put it in any other way besides the truth. âCollaborating with Jungkook cheapens it.â
âHoseok.â
Your tone edges on a bite, clenching your jaw as you try to take everything in. Hoseokâs been your voice of reason for so long but you donât know how to accept that voice now, the tinge of guilt slowly staining you because the back of your mind tells you that he isnât wrong.
Jungkookâs streetwear brand is huge; whether or not you chalk it up to his name being linked to his familyâs holding company thatâs responsible for other designer brands, your husbandâs brand specifically remains larger than life. Itâs not a flawless brand, that much youâre sure of, but itâs still of great value.
Just perhaps not of the same degree that Hoseok holds your company to.
âItâs not all bad, but most of his work is dispassionate. Itâs typical. Meridian would look cheap if you commit to this fever dream collaboration.â
Thereâs a rash on your neck, one thatâs warm and speaks to your ear of how shitty it must feel to even agree partially to what Hoseokâs saying. Your duties as an artist in the business rarely clash with your courtesies as Jungkookâs wife â today just happens to be one of those days.
âItâs Jungkookâs idea, okay?â you relent, voice low as if in defeat of admission. You donât mean to belittle him, you just happen to know and listen to reason. âItâs not the best, I know, but itâs honest work. Letâs give him a chance.â
âYouâre giving him a chance because heâs your husband, not because you see any potential.â
Hoseok says it without uttering nor a single sense of doubt. He sounds so definite that you donât even know if heâs still insulting Jungkook or if heâs insulting you at this point, swallowing your words.
Thereâs truth to your craft but you know thereâs an even bigger truth to the unspoken protectiveness you have over Jungkook, the answer sounding seemingly shallow but thatâs what it really is â love makes you shallow as much as it makes you deep.
âYouâll know when youâre married.â
âArranged would be the term for you and Jungkook. Not married,â Hoseok quips. âYouâre only holding back your critique. We both know itâs a dead end when it comes to creative direction.â
The both of you leave it at that, the decision being unanimous to collaborate with Jungkook despite your metalsmithâs hesitance. What you say goes, thatâs just how hierarchy works.Â
Unbeknownst to you and Hoseok though, Jungkookâs been listening the whole time â thatâs just how love operates sometimes; hidden and relinquished.
( ⥠)
Jungkookâs hurt.
How crude of Hoseok to think of him that way. How worse of you to agree even.
Jungkookâs irrational when heâs hurt, refusing to see reason. He knows at the back of his head that heâs hit a rut and pitching in a collaboration with your brand is his last-ditch attempt in sparking something. Cheap was a word for tackiness and to have your friend use it on him brings him to a new low.
Itâs just jewelry. What you make is just jewelry. Just pieces of metal bended and soldered together with shiny gems that donât possess any real meaning to them besides superficial.
Itâs not that deep.
Not that deep to the point that when Hyejoo, his childhood friend turned actress turned fleeting appearance in his life every now and then (whom you hate for some reason), asks him for a favor â Jungkook barely hesitates.
Hyejoo stands before him in a shirt from his brandâs limited collection, one out of the only hundred ever made. If Jungkook recalls correctly, he didnât even send any items from the limited collection to any of his friends; he left everyone besides you to go fend for themselves.
Perhaps his childhood friendâs truly a fan of his craft, knowing her for her utmost support towards all his releases. To be honest, the two of them arenât even that close anymore to the point that theyâre each otherâs first friend to think of in dire circumstances, except now â now when she needs him for a favor.
âBut I need a pink ring for the event, Jungkook!â Hyejoo whines, throwing her head back for dramatic effect. Truth be told, she knew no brand that had pink jewelry that was elegant enough for her taste except yours. Sheâs turned down sponsorships all for a ring you probably keep in your sock drawer. âYes I can buy from other brands but youâre there, Kook. Youâre available and I can borrow from you because your wife has a shit ton.â
Jungkook knows what Hyejooâs talking about. Itâs the one pink ring that you wore on your engagement party with him and itâs become the talk of everyone from how ethereal you looked, the one tiny piece of jewelry tying it all together.
He knows itâs pink and he knows itâs just hidden away in its jewelry box, one that you keep right next to his collection of watches. There was no fancy vault for it either, just tucked next to his timepieces as if they were of the same value.
âCome on, she wonât even notice,â Hyejoo urges him, making him inwardly cringe. She turned up on his front door unannounced asking for a favor and he feels indebted her for the last time she granted him one, the apartment complex that Hyejoo owned becoming the perfect backdrop to his collection thatâs still renowned to this day.
Jungkookâs loyal, he knows he is. His loyalties lie with you and he still honors his debt â whether or not youâre caught in the middle. Itâs true that you wonât even notice, you donât even peek at it anyway! For someone whoâs a part of a family of jewelers, you rarely accessorize yourself gaudily.
âFine. Iâll let you borrow,â Jungkook mutters, finally relenting to Hyejooâs requests. He opens the door wider, on the way to your shared bedroom but looks back hastily at Hyejoo to point a stern finger. âBut give it back, okay?â
It takes a great amount of strength for Jungkook to even hand the ring to Hyejoo, not even including the box with her because a) you would know that it was missing, and b) he wants her to wear it at all times until she gives it back the next day. Jungkook takes it personally to flick her wrist to serve as a reminder that he had given it to her already, even going so far to take a picture of the two of them and make her sign on his notes app.
Heâs not necessarily betraying you â or so he thinks. It was just jewelry that you wouldnât miss, same as the shirts that he gives away to his friends. Their retail prices may be lightyears away but you would understand; you always do.
Jungkook gaslights himself into thinking that he did no wrong but the guilt is what slowly gnaws on him, the tips of his fingers going numb every time he looks at you.Â
Come to think of it, his decision to lend your ring to Hyejoo was out of sheer pettiness even without the assurance that youâll take notice of it. His hurt over Hoseokâs comment disappeared the moment he handed her your ring, but to his surprise, itâs anxiousness that replaces his irritation.
He kisses you good night still as if today didnât happen; how his irrationality had gotten the best of him when he got hurt by Hoseokâs remarks over his passion and creativity, and just a few hours later, itâs his impulsiveness and misplaced urge for vindication that lent your unsuspecting ring to his childhood friend.
âJungkook!â you yell out in panic, urging him awake instantly that his heart beats incessantly despite being pulled out of sleep. You look frantic, the rawness in your eyes not from your lack of sleep, but instead from tears. âCall 911. The Interpol! The CIA! The fucking Blue House!â
âWhat?! What happened?!â
Heâs panicked just as you are, hands shakily clutching his phone. He looks you up and down and inspects you for injuries to which there are none, nothing but overwhelm making your body shake.
Jungkook canât bear to see you so glum and helpless, your bottom lip trembling as you look at him feeling nothing but pathetic.
âMy ring,â you whisper brokenly, the phantom feeling of wearing it making you sob even more. âMy ring is gone.â
Jungkookâs mouth dries, the panic in his own body turning against himself, his remorse growing into something larger than life. He could physically see the confusion on your face on the way he paled, his phone dropping out of his hold.
Your husbandâs hands reach for you but you donât take them, recoiling even before he could open his mouth. Jungkook was readable â too readable to the point that you wish he had lied to your face instead.
âI-I can explain.â
Jungkook weakens by the knees when the words drape from the tip of his tongue, your chest sucking in an inhale so sharp that he gets weakened by the force of it. âI lent it to Hyejoo.â
Youâre quiet, the type of rage in you simmering ever so slowly that it builds to an immense heat. You donât know if you can ever muster to look at Jungkook in the eye, your middle finger that knows the grooves of your ring twitching in muscle memory.
âYou what?â you croak, tilting your head. You know what youâve heard but you just wish youâre mistaken this time, cursing your own accuracy. âWho told you that you could do that?âÂ
Jungkookâs cornered in his mind and he spews the first thing in his mind, no matter how stupid it sounded.
âYours is mine and mine is-âŚâ
âThat doesnât apply here! Youâre so fucking-âŚâ you just about burst in the seams, clenching your jaw so hard to the point that you give yourself a headache. Youâre resolute this way, the pitiful look on your husbandâs face not getting a single drop of remorse from you. âGet it back.â
You wouldnât have lent it to anyone regardless if Jungkook asked you, but you would have considered at the very least. For him to take something so special to you and loan it to someone youâre not even fond of ticks a wire in your brain, your anger coming before the sadness fully hits.
âY/N!â he hisses, angry at both the situation and himself but he now thinks of the courtesy that he didnât possess when Hyejoo borrowed your ring. âI canât turn back on my word.â
âWhat? Your word that favors Hyejoo and shits on mine?â you scoff in disbelief, laughing at the mockery Jungkook makes of you. Itâs insulting and saddening and you canât even begin to think of the extensive cleaning and safekeeping youâll have to do once you get your ring back. âI said, get it back. Youâre my husband and youâre just her friend, you have all the means to take my ring back.â
Jungkook turns somber, a stark contrast to your anger. He pleads with you, finally closing the gap between you to which you roll your eyes.
âThe event is tonight. Sheâll return it tomorrow. Please, itâll be embarrassing.â
âFor you or for her?â you ask but the rage in your voice is already simmering, the daunting thoughts of how Jungkook thinks of his friendâs sake and himself first than his wife making you clench your fists around nothing.
âY/N, please.â
His incessant begging does little to influence your decision because youâve already changed your mind, the rage that dipped in you and the fact that your heartâs already aching despite having just woken up converting you instead.
âTomorrow morning. I want it back in the case before I wake up.â
The two of you sleep apart for the night and Jungkook canât even bring himself to contest it knowing that he doesnât deserve to hold you. He simmers in self-loathing, unable to sleep the night when his phone dings from the notifications it has of your name.
Hyejooâs look on the carpet trends the whole night, the main focus of everyone being the pink ring that adorns her ring finger. Thereâs threads of speculations how you and her are either best friends or how she mustâve bought it from you. If only he could, Jungkook would reply to each comment saying that Hyejoo doesnât hold a candle to your elegance and how the ring has always been yours â that itâs his fault that his friendâs even wearing the same piece.
Heâs restless and he canât even begin to think how much more tired you feel. Of your name being brought up and of him royally fucking up.Â
When Jungkook thinks it couldnât be worse, karma one-ups him from the very mistake he committed when he entertained Hyejooâs favor in his mind.
âYouâre stupid,â you spit to Hyejoo who stands on your porch, head downturned in shame. She had half the decency to face you personally but lacks the rest to honor her end of the bargain; she lacks the intellect to respect you.
She lost the ring. She lost the pink ring youâve treasured and cared for since you were a teenager, losing it after a careless and drunk decision of skinny dipping. You feel like youâve been made a fool not only by your husband, but also by his friend that you donât care for at all.
The tears fall out of your eyes in anger, each one being in a rush to exit because youâre full of resentment at this point.
âYouâre a brainless, stupid, careless fucking idiot. I donât want to see you in my household again,â you point at her, making her step back.
âThis is Jungkookâs-âŚâ she squeaks, just about to correct you when you point at her even more menacingly. Youâre not even joking around as it seems like, eyes angry to the point that they lack of love, even for Jungkook who tries to hold you back.
âIâll get a restraining order on you.â
Hyejoo scurries out all with the promise to reimburse you (as if she has the money to do so) that falls on deaf ears, your hand slamming the door too hard that your husband swears the walls shook with your force.
You look unrecognizable with the sheer disappointment you have for him, your anger dripping off of you thickly that heâs rendered speechless.
âYou,â you seethe. âI fucking hate you.â
You never told him that before.
Youâve gotten mad at him on several occasions but never to this degree where you tell him that you loathe him. This is the furthest that youâve took it, the honesty behind your words making his bottom lip tremble.
Jungkookâs eyes have been perpetually moist since last night but itâs only now that his eyes sting with white hot sadness. Youâre only reacting out of your state of overwhelm; you must be, right?
âI hate you so, so much, Jungkook.â
âYou donât mean that.â
âNo, I really mean that,â you scoff to his face, shaking your head in absoluteness. âWhat would you do if I sold your car, huh?â
Jungkook wants to apologize to you so bad but he doesnât have the right words to give you the proper one that you deserve. He gives you an answer off the top of his head, the disappointment for himself growing if he does otherwise.
âItâs just a car.â
âWell this is just not a fucking ring to me! Itâs not simple like that!â you burst, your movements jerky.
âIâll buy you a new ring,â he whispers, wanting to tug at his hair for being so stupid. He shouldâve considered the possibility that Hyejoo has a knack for being careless; he failed to account that he went behind your back to lend your ring to someone else in the first place.
âI can buy my own rings!â you exclaim. âWhat you donât get is that this means the world to me! If your uncle gave you a car, and I gave it to someone else and now itâs on the bottom of the ocean, what would you feel?â
âItâs just a car from my uncle. I can replace it. I can buy a better one.â
Jungkook knows heâs just making excuses. Heâs just being defensive now that heâs cornered and has no excuse for behaving so poorly. He canât escape the anger and the disappoint heâs flooded with, not when you cry out of sheer distress.
âNot if my aunt isnât here! Not if this ring is one of the only things I have of her!â
Sure, your aunt was dodgy. Sheâs the black sheep of your family and had done more than a lot of questionable things, but she cared for you. She had given you her own ring when you were twelve and whilst it was too big for you to wear, she gave you a chain for you to wear it around your neck.
The ring is something you can easily replicate but the thought behind it is what you canât take back. Itâs not the only piece of her that you have but itâs one of the earliest things you obtained; one of the most notable pieces out of the bunch.
âYou donât think. You donât care. You donât love.âÂ
For Jungkook to carelessly seize it from you and loan it to someone else grips your heart like a vice. Youâre gonna dwell on it for more than a couple of days and realize that you have more sentimental and elegant things you have of your aunt eventually â but what matters to you is how you feel now. How Jungkook had disappointed you so bad, you feel like throwing up.
âI want to divorce you,â you seethe, meaning your words at the heat of the moment. Jungkook stands frozen, hearing his own heartbeat thrum in his ears. âI can find a new husband. What I canât find â what neither you nor Hyejoo canât find is my ring.â
( ⥠)
You do it while heâs sleeping.
You take advantage of Jungkookâs fatigue and disorientation from crying his eyes out, passed out in the couch while he hugs himself with his arms to try and replicate your embrace. Itâs already morning and it only looks like he slept just minutes ago, positively dozed off.
You take much care in slipping of the platinum wedding ring from his finger, joining your discarded one in your palm. Thereâs only carelessness when you scoop them into a tiny drawstring bag, taking it to Hoseok and doing a regular work day as if your head hadnât pounded with hurt just last night.
Itâs only convenient for the both of you; Jungkookâs decision slingshots back to him, and your client would be happy. Hoseok texted you last night asking if he should grant the request of a high-profile client with a titanium pendant, and it just so happens that you have two chunks of it that you no longer need. It could be melted and repurposed â after all, itâs just jewelry according to Jungkook.
The guilt of your impulsiveness doesnât hit you instantly, it only comes with confusion when you see your husband in shambles.
When you come home, the whole house is upturned. Jungkookâs frantic, waking up to a hand that bears no wedding ring; no proof of you. His eyes glaze with relief briefly when he sees you, urging you to take in the situation fully.
âThe police. The CIA! Interpol! MI6 â or is it MI7? Fuck, Mr. Beanâs movie was too good! Get the Blue House on the line!â he blubbers, looking back and forth the cushions of the couch and his hand. âMy wedding ring!â
Itâs perhaps a ballsy move made on your part, but you canât guilt yourself into bearing the blame. You made your wedding rings and it only makes sense for you to get rid of them. The bands are symbolic, made and upheld with love for the last two years but in your haste of upset, youâve given them away.
You perhaps regret it slightly, the fog in your brain lifting but only faintly. Youâre still mad and disappointed at Jungkook, and perhaps you donât mean the bit of divorcing him, but you do mean wholeheartedly the sentimentality you have behind all your jewelry.
The platinum in your ring finger just felt too heavy last night that you grew weary of it, not thinking twice when you removed yours and Jungkookâs. Even if the two of you make up and you donât end up divorcing Jungkook, you wouldnât want to wear the same ring that brought you the same pain during its stint.
âI sold them,â you answer, turning your back on him before you could see the anguish in his face. âWe have no need for them.â
( ⥠)
Jungkookâs making you a rice bowl as an apology.
Buttered fried rice, egg, bacon, and all with a generous amount of cheese. Itâs his hangover food when he needs something greasy and filling but the only difference from his past hangovers and your anger at him is the latter barely feels like it could be rectified.
He says his apologies again through the door and heâll happily repeat it to your face if you stand longer in front of him for more than a minute, his panic even larger than the oil splashes heâs gotten from making your bacon eagerly.
âIâm so sorry, baby. It was stupid of me to lend your ring to Hyejoo behind your back and I swear I wonât do it again. I know that ring meant a lot to you and I-I was so pathetic by invalidating that,â he mutters through the door, looking at the frying pan every now and then to make sure he wasnât burning anything. âI have every intention of finding your ring and making it up to you, cross my heart!â
It feels insulting, even. For him to think that he could change the ache of your heart with a simple hot meal. Jungkook realizes that he really is dense when you donât answer the door for the twenty minutes that he knocks. When you do open up, he feels even more dumb.
Just twenty minutes ago, he wired you twice the amount of the worth you estimated your auntâs ring to be. Combined with the pitiful amount Hyejoo wires you, itâs then do you realize that youâre not fazed by money. The initiative is there, sure, but the ache in your heart hasnât subsided completely.
You do miss Jungkook. It does tug at your heartstrings to see and hear him beat himself up over and over again the more you realize that youâre attached to your auntâs memories rather than the ring itself, but just two nights away from each other wonât absolve everything heâs done and failed to do.
When you open the door, youâre greeted by the sight of your husband who tries far too hard for his own good. Melancholy isnât a good look on him because he looks the most unkempt heâs ever appeared in two days than the two years youâve been living with him under the same roof.
Jungkook waits for you to register his attempt, holding up a hot bowl with his bare hands that you resist the urge to take it from him for a second. His ring fingerâs occupied by a cheap mood ring, rapidly turning red at the moment from the heat of the bowl.
You look down fully expecting to be swayed even just a little bit, but when you do, you feel the kick to just slam the door right back.
âI hate runny eggs,â you scowl. âTwo years married and you donât even know how I like my eggs cooked.â
Jungkook wants the ground to swallow him whole.Â
He wishes that if it was true that chickens are the last true descendants of dinosaurs, thereâd be a chicken the same size as them that pecks him into oblivion.
He hurriedly turns on the stove and scoops up the egg back into it, careful not to have any of the runny folk get on your meal. He itches in frustration, his ring finger thatâs temporarily adorned with a cheap and clunky mood ring being accurate by turning blue in sadness.
Jungkookâs so out of it, so disappointed in himself that he doesnât notice he cooks the egg until itâs burnt, the char of it reflecting how poorly he thinks of himself now.
Itâs like when you were disappointed in him that time when his outlandish aunt made a rude comment about you and you were speechless the whole night that he stayed silent. He remedied it by later groveling at your feet and marching to his aunt and laying out all of his intentions for her to grow up and apologize to you, the same aunt thatâs now blacklisted from all the gatherings.
Itâs like when you were upset at him when he left abruptly in the morning and didnât tell you where he was going because he didnât know if you would care, partying it up in a different country for his friendâs bachelorâs party and coming home a day later with you hot on his heels. Jungkook made it up to you by once again apologizing profusely and updating you on his whereabouts since then (sometimes he gives too much information), always making it a point to bring two powerbanks with him so he can text you when heâs left and arrived.
This time though, he doesnât know how exactly to make it up to you. Heâs been in contact with professional divers to try and look for the ring for you, but he canât be of much help until he comes along to know for sure. Heâs thinking of all these different ways and approaches but heâs unsure if any of them are sufficient enough to rectify his mistake.
Jungkook feels pathetic because he swears he loves you and knows everything about you, but here he is â crying about how he doesnât even know how you like your eggs cooked.
Youâre upset at him, and he canât do anything right for you.
( ⥠)
Jungkook tries again at dinner.
Itâs the day of Meridianâs 100th anniversary and the two of you play it up for the cameras, your husbandâs attention on you so keen and affectionate that you almost forget you were supposed to be mad at him.
He takes advantage of the cameras during the carpet session, tugging you close with his hand on your waist as he seizes the chance to hug you tightly at the end when you enter the hall with no cameras in place. He breathes you in as he always does, hesitant to let you go and exhale because youâre the very scent and existence of love.
Jungkook studied, of course he did. Heâs touched up on his jewelry knowledge because heâs more than desperate now to seek your validation, nervously smiling all around as he waits for people to stop approaching you in your table.
His attentionâs fixed on your necklace, the stone on it similar to the very ring he lent and lost. Heâs brought it up about five times already, animatedly reciting trivia about it as if youâre not the literal face of the jewelry industry. He clears his throat, leaning in for you to whisper intimately, but just loud enough for the other people to hear a tad.Â
âAh, that pink sapphire looks so good on you, babe.â
âShut up,â you mutter sharply, making Jungkookâs heart skip a beat. You melted against him when he was hugging you, that much he was sure of. He doesnât know why youâve become harsh again all of a sudden, forgetting that his lapse this time was opening his mouth. âStop saying that.â
âSaying what?â his brows furrow, swallowing the lump on his throat. âPink?â he guesses, eyes wavering as he tests the waters. âPink sapphire?â
It takes a lot in you not to make an outburst. Truth be told, youâve started easing up on Jungkook but his attempts at trying hard is just too much and in the wrong direction, hearing pink sapphire over and over again reminding you of the ring you lost.
âYes, that! Stop talking.â
âBut I did my homework! Of course Iâm not gonna stop talking,â he defends himself, the nervousness rising to his throat like bile. God, what if he did the wrong homework? What if heâs missed the assignment all along?
âClearly you didnât try hard enough because youâre wrong, Jungkook. This isnât a pink sapphire â this is a pink diamond.â
Jungkookâs brain stops functioning for a solid five seconds, his mouth drying. The only proof that he was still breathing is his big eyes threatening to water.
âAnd so is my ring that you gave to your friend without asking me,â you add.
âWhat?!â he sputters in disbelief, recounting to all the other times he named the gem in multiple occasions even before today. âB-but I said it so many times before! You didnât even correct me!â
âI didnât correct you because you looked so proud of yourself!â you exclaim, surrendering with a sigh. Pink sapphire was the first gem that Jungkook had managed to name in your trivia night on the first month of your marriage, his avidness on getting it ârightâ so contagious that you didnât have the heart to correct him.
âPink sapphire is dirt cheap compared to pink diamonds, Jungkook! You just keep saying sapphire over and over again because itâs your birthstone,â you mumble, looking around to see if there were any people growing nosy at your conversation. âI let you say it over and over again to the point that I wore them instead of diamonds because you just canât shut up about them,â you grit.Â
This is the only time you reference your sentiment with the jewelry itself in words, your last profession of your disappointment in him being the removal of your wedding bands.
 âThatâs the thing with you â you canât tell. This isnât just about emerald o-or octagon cuts, Jungkook. This is our marriage and you gave a girl that I donât like my ring that meant so much to me! Now you canât get it back.â
Jungkookâs speechless, holding back tears. You fear youâll cry yourself when you look at his round, pleading eyes so you donât, squeezing in the last word even if he always lets you have it.
âAnd now Iâm correcting you because youâre embarrassing me. Now please, lay off with the gem terms.â
( ⥠)
Things have been tame between you and Jungkook.
Youâve aired out your grievances and Jungkookâs still trying hard as always, perplexing you because he hasnât gone restless. Itâs progressively warmer between the two of you but itâs nowhere near to what the two of you used to be, the air between the two of you going static that youâve utilized it for your own.
Itâs just a quick getaway for the day, hopping aboard a yacht with the intention of giving yourself a break. Youâve reflected enough but not alone with yourself, the period of space with Jungkook being much-needed.
Until youâre mistaken of course.
You think your mindâs playing tricks on you when the boat rocks more than it would with waves, but the all too familiar figure coming into your vision turns out to be real. Itâs Jungkook in the flesh, wearing his scuba suit and gear.
Itâs a pure coincidence that is. All Jungkook knew was that you were going on a yacht today and you didnât specify where; meanwhile, all you knew was that he was going to be scuba diving, but he didnât specify where either.
Itâs purely kismet but your bodyguard Taehyung doesnât seem to think so, legitimately thinking it was a pirate instead of your husband so he repeatedly smacks him with an oar until you stop him.
âJungkook!â you call out, getting your bodyguard to stop. Atleast he has the decency to look sheepish, but he was genuinely concerned! He thought you were being hijacked by someone dressed in the most unassuming scuba suit, holding a plastic bag in his hands.
Your husband barely winces from the pain because heâs high from all the adrenaline, chest rising rapidly in succession. âY/N, baby, I â hold on, Iâm gonna, wait-âŚâ
He looks tired still but thereâs a light to him, either his radiance has come back or it was just the sun behind him but either way, it was nice to look at Jungkook who isnât groveling at your feet for once.
He finally catches his breath, standing up to his full height as he tries not to ramble his words.
âI bought all the fish.â
âYou did what?â your eyes widen, pathetically looking at the vast ocean around you. Perhaps youâre so startled (and amused) by Jungkookâs sudden and silly appearance that you forgot to apply common sense, just as breathless as he is.
âOkay maybe not all, but I did buy a lot of fish,â he concedes, nodding incessantly. Heâs too excited that he canât contain himself, even more-so when you finally look at him without disdain staining your features.
âFor what?â you ask, genuinely curious.
Jungkook smiles, never having been more proud retelling you his previous failure.
âYour favorite seafood restaurant? I bought them their stock, provided that theyâll open up every last fish in there to see if they had your ring,â he shrugs as if itâs a common thought process to abide by, later shaking his head. âThey donât.â
If thereâs just one trait that Jungkook had to be known with by everyone, it would be his persistence.
Jeon Jungkook is endearingly, cloyingly, and annoyingly persistent with the things he desires and the things heâs passionate about. Youâre his wife â youâre his every last desire and passion. He had wronged you fresh from a week and some days ago but that timeframe has already given him ample time to fully redeem himself.
He canât undo what he did. He canât reverse the time he lent his wifeâs ring to his friend who loses it not a full day later. Jungkook canât take back any of the things he did but what he can do is be dedicatedly persistent in correcting himself.
Heâs tanner, his muscles are bulged and straining, and his skinâs itchy with all the salt but he takes all of these things in stride â heâs become a better person through persistence.
âI also tried snorkeling for a week and I still couldnât find it,â he trails, biting his bottom lip while he clasps his hands behind his back. âBut I tried again today.â
Itâs either relief or endearment that fills your face full, but nonetheless, the light that Jungkook sees from you lulls him to the comfort and warmth heâs been yearning from you for the past week. His eyes are strained and his body feels itself moving in waves as if he was still underwater, but he just closes his eyes to savor the moment.
You bound to him to put him in an embrace, your husband instantly melting in your hold. Itâs either all the salt in his eyes or itâs just the realization that youâve finally forgiven him and itâs all the love he feels for you, but either way, you hold Jungkook tighter.
âI found your ring.â
( ⥠)
You donât know when Jungkook first loved you.
You canât pinpoint an exact moment when Jungkook started acting differently towards you because heâs always been the same way from day one, the same qualities that make him both annoying and endearing having been there from the start.
You could always ask but you canât bring yourself to. It shouldnât bother you at the end of the day because the important thing is that Jungkook loves you. He loves without reservations, the pinnacle of his love language being his patheticness in trying hard.
Jeon Jungkook may try hard for everyone, but he tries the most for you.
He wakes up early and you only realize his absence when you turn to pat the warm space heâs supposedly left behind, making you rub the sleep out of your eyes.Â
You wonder for a second that if Jungkook left the bed early and is quiet at the moment, heâs probably at the bottom of the staircase again because he yawned while going down. Thereâs no schedule today for either of you and you arenât sick for him to make any sudden trips downstairs, his absence making you wonder this time.
Thereâs clanging coming from the garage, piquing your interest largely. There sits Jungkook wearing less safety gear that youâd like, blocks and blocks of wood surrounding him.
Your husband looks up, unassuming as usual while he breaks out into a grin.
âIâm making furniture for you.â
âThatâs not necessary,â you snort, recounting all of the pieces youâve acquired from your friend whoâs an expert on woodcarving. Jungkook seems to know this too but heâs insistent, shaking his head eagerly.
His eyeglasses (his prescription ones instead of the actual safety ones) fog up from both his sweat and the few tears heâs shed out of frustration, taking them out so you could see the passion in his eyes. The passionâs definitely there, dampening his eyelashes and even tinting his eyelids pink.
âNo, Iâll paint it up real good and itâll blend it to your aesthetic.â
âBesides that, Jungkook,â you warn, coming down to squat on the space beside him. âYouâre not good with tools.â
âNot good at them like Hoseok?â he questions, raising his brow. Heâs frustrated and cranky and he just compared his (eager yet improper) use of large power tools compared to Hoseokâs expertise in using much, much smaller tools. Jungkookâs sweaty from all the effort, vaguely gesturing to the item in front of him. âPlease, can Hoseok do it like me?âÂ
Your husband points to the lopsided bench (?) slash coffee table (?) slash abstract piece (?)Â in front of you whose message is that theyâre tired, only the scoopers for faux blood missing. Itâs quite the spectacle. Not necessarily a statement piece because it raises more questions than any resolute takeaways at all.
âNo, not really,â you joke around, winking to get the joke across your husbandâs skull who sometimes reads between the lines too literally. âHe can do it much, much better than you.â
âIâm trying to be romantic!â Jungkook whines with no real harm. âGo ahead, why donât you divorce me and marry him because heâs so good with using a hammer?âÂ
The two of you were back; the same playfulness and warmth rekindling, if not stronger. Some things were just too strong to grow out of, such as Jungkookâs double takes when it comes to another name being linked to you.
Heâs just making sure, still as desperate to gain your validation even before the ring incident took place.
âThat was⌠a joke if you couldnât tell,â Jungkook laughs robotically, eyes narrowing and widening at you every two seconds. âIâm just kidding. You knew that. You wouldnât do that⌠right?â
You wouldnât.
He knows that you love him. He had known it during his state of vulnerability and he knows it now even in a state of security. He knows it even without a wedding ring, your promise of making new ones for the both of you remaining in his mind.
The downfall of Jeon Jungkook wouldnât be his persistence that also bears the ability to be his uprising, it was never that. Jungkookâs downfall would only be the loss of you and itâs the only absence that he canât risk.
Your husband tries so hard that it brings you secondhand embarrassment at times, his mishap with the pink sapphire cementing in your mind just how much of himself he dedicates to you, even with lapses along the way.
Jungkook tries so hard that he ends the day with splinters on his hand and his sinuses clogged with far too much dust. His effort doesnât always equate to the best but he gives what he always has when youâre in the equation.
Itâs a wooden box for your rings, a shallow heart with your initials carved on the inside. Itâs smooth even without the varnish, a stark contrast to his hands that are all rough from doing all the labor.
âI canât give you jewelry that you already have.â
Jungkook admits to you whole-heartedly, sitting at the end of the bed while he watches you admire the box in your vanity.
âBut I can make shirts for you. Stitch up your name real nicely on my chest pocket,â he offers, the smile on his lips growing. âI can make furniture for you,â he shrugs, chuckling at himself. âI canât guarantee that itâs usable but I can make furniture a little.â
You smile so warmly that Jungkook forgets all of the little pains, melting away his fatigue. If you could put all the love you have for Jungkook in a single space, even the mansion the two of you reside in wonât be enough.
âCooking too. I can also cook a-and make perfect rice and I promise to remember how you like your eggs in the morning.â
Jungkook knows it to heart by now, even without the reminder heâs written himself pasted on the counter. Your eyes were just so glossy and moist that Jungkook canât help but to spring to your side, patting them dry with his shirt.
Your husband wipes away your tears even before they could form and it pushes them out further, the voice in your throat dwindling. Itâs the cheap and rusting mood ring on his ring finger that gets you to sob, seeing the faint green outline that it leaves.
He takes notice of your observation, understanding that jewelry means much more to you that he could comprehend which is why heâs quick to remedy your thoughts.
âI can always get tattoos of you if thatâs what you want,â he continues, smiling sheepishly. âActually, thatâs what I want.â
Jungkook takes off his ring and it forces you to blink away your tears, lips parting open when it clicks.
Itâs your initials on Jungkookâs ring finger, recognizing it as your own handwriting.Â
Youâre filled with a great amount of gratitude that runs even deeper than the ink on Jungkookâs skin, making you sniffle and it gets him to bury your face against his chest while he shushes you.
âWhy would you get that?â
It belatedly hits you that since you took your wedding bands, your husbandâs left ring finger had not been vacant since.Â
âBecause you sold our rings,â Jungkook shrugs, the look of ease on his face evident. âYou sold them but weâre still married to each other,â he gently kisses your temple, letting you hold his hand to look at the tattoo closer. âWeâre married. I still want people to know that Iâm married to you.â
âWell,â you clear your throat, distraught with your emotions. âYour mood ring says youâre sad.â
âPassionate would be the term,â he sniffles, transferring the cheap ring to your finger. He giggles when it changes colors immediately, the timing of the situation being impeccable. âOkay now my ring says youâre happy.â
âAre you?â he asks whilst laughing but the both of you know it bears a weight.
âI am,â you answer just as seriously. âWeâre okay, Jungkook. I forgive you.â
If you ask Jungkook what would his greatest joy and his greatest pain be, both answers would be you.
âIs your tattoo artist still around?â you ask while he puts you close to his chest, snapping him out of his trance.
âWhat for?â
âI think I want to match your permanent ring.â
âAre you real?â he mutters to himself, questioning your existence that he still isnât sure if he deserves to have and love for the rest of his life. âAre you really real? You exist?â
âYeah, heâs still around but Iâd rather do it on you myself,â Jungkook answers eventually, returning the question. âIs that okay? Let me learn for a few months and Iâll tattoo my initials on you myself?â
You furrow your brows, not a single doubt placed on you if your husband was the one to tattoo you. âYeah, but is that okay with you? Youâre the only one whoâs gonna have me on you for a couple more months. I canât reciprocate because you want to ink me yourself.â
Jungkook only smiles, the warmth enough to outshine the sun.
âThatâs not new to me,â he reassures you. âI loved you even before I married you.â
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re2!leon kennedy x f!reader
â a oneshot (request)
warnings: so much fluff itâs kinda gross, a little touching, mentions of sex, reader is female and uses (she/her) pronouns, leon is the best boyfriend ever and we love him for that, no physical description of reader except that she has hair, pet names (baby, sweet girl, etc.) based heavily on love by lana del rey (leon is lana coded bc i say so).
âshe didnât know what else to expect to her already worse work week, besides the papers that always seemed to pile up on her desk and swarm her like a colony of hungry bees. she hated her job, wanted to slap her boss and her co-workers. so how could this week get any worse? she thinks it will when her phone buzzes with a text from leon, only to find out if she wants to go on a picnic date this weekend. suddenly, her week just got better by a thousand percent.â
â or reader is having a terrible week and leon decides to spoil his favorite girl
an: thank you for the request, i loved writing something that wasnât pure smut for once. did include a little seggsy tho (i canât resist). gave my overworked brain a little vacation lol. i took your idea and ran with it, hope you enjoy <3
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she actually hated her boss. hated him.
aside from spilling coffee on herself this morning before she left for the office, she had a thousand reports on her desks and emails flooding her work inbox. her boss went on a rant about her work performance and the fact that he was almost using his superiority as a manager to make her feel belittled was enough to send her blood pumping through her veins.
but mindlessly, she tried to get through her day. taking deep breaths and trying not to freak out on her boss. only did her day get worse when she overheard gossip in the break room.
âi hear sheâs like some prude. her boyfriend only touches her when heâs drunk.â
she listens in on the gossip, pouring herself some coffee that hopefully wonât make its way onto her pencil skirt again. she wondered who they could possibly be talking about so openly in the middle of the day in the break room.
the other voice goes on, one of her coworkers that she knew from working here so many years, âthatâs not true. i know her personally. she told me sheâs waiting for marriage.â
her ears perk up at this, all the blood draining from her face, she knew they were talking about her now. her worst fears have been confirmed. she shouldâve never stupidly trusted someone she worked with to keep such information about her relationship with leon, private.
she felt so stupid. but they kept going and she kept listening. the other women who she didnât know opened her mouth again, âstill, how much of a prude do you have to be to wait until marriage? like just fuck and get it over with already. unless heâs uglyâŚâ
she feels anger rise in her like tsunami. leon? ugly? he could never be ugly. he was so fucking beautiful. how could this random woman even say that about her and her relationship without even knowing her? she kept her back turned and waited for the coworker she was more familiar with to say something.
âheâs actually quite a looker. shame she got her hands on him, if i had a man like that. i would fuck him until he couldnât see straight.â she fisted her porcelain coffee cup with white knuckles, almost fuming and waiting for steam to pour out of her ears. jesus, she wanted to smack this woman silly, she considered them friends and now she was just so openly bragging to another woman of the companyâŚthat she wanted to fuck her boyfriend of two years.
she fumed and briskly left the break room with her coffee, slamming the door to the room shut behind her as she briskly walked back to her office, trying to keep up a demeanor that was professional and meanwhile she was seething on the inside.
she finally reached her office and went inside, slamming the door as she rounded her desk and sat her cup of coffee down on it. she leaned her elbows on her desk, burying her hands into her hands.
she wanted to cry, this week had been terrible and today was one of the worst out of all of them. and she needed to manage to get through it until after tomorrow.
thanking god it was thursday, one more day and she wouldnât have to think of this place for a solid 48 hours. she took shaky breaths, trying to calm herself so she didnât cry at her desk at work. she was still fuming from hearing that conversation in the break room about her personal life.
eventually, her phone buzzed on her desk and she looked down at her phone. she sighs and shakes her head, praying itâs not another report or upset client. she canât handle anymore of that today, or this week for that matter.
she grabs her phone and looks at the contact, it was leon, she sighs in relief and smiles as she opens the text thread, looking at the screen.
LEON <3 : hey baby, just wanted to check in on my break. hope your doing okay, know itâs been a rough one for u.
besides wanting to cry at my desk all morning. first my boss says my reports are useless and utter shit. then i hear two of my coworkers gossiping in the break room about me like itâs no big deal. i hate this place, this week has sucked :(
LEON <3 : whoa, what? oh my god. are you okay? i know thatâs so stupid to ask considering everything u just told me butâŚgod. iâm so sorry.
no, iâm humiliated. i feel like stabbing my eyes out with my pencils at my desk. i hate this place, i hate everyone. minus u ofc <3
but seriously, i canât wait to get through tomorrow and just be done with this place. even if itâs for two days.
LEON <3 : hmmm, that reminds me. do you still plan on coming over on friday night?
uhhh, yeah. considering i havenât seen you all week. unless your canceling on me. which just makes me wanna cry more :,)
LEON <3 : oh god no, fuck that. i would never cancel on you baby. i just have an idea. and i was wondering if you would like it, considering how stressful and overwhelming your week has been.
iâm listeningâŚ.
LEON <3 : you still come over on friday night, you pack a change of clothes and we go for a picnic on saturday. i know a good spot. and plus, im a good cook.
you donât have toâŚ
LEON <3 : but i WANT too. i wanna make my girl happy after having such an awful week. you need this baby. donât bother arguing with me >:)
fineeee i suppose i could pack an overnight bag, stay the whole weekend at your place. go on a little picnic and ACTUALLY enjoy myself for once.
LEON <3 : thatâs the spirit my love :). donât worry, iâll take care of you this weekend. donât stress and donât worry. trust in your amazing boyfriend ;)
you are an amazing boyfriend. donât let that boost your already enormous ego though lol. god, i miss you so much. i canât wait to see you. :,)
LEON <3 : you only have a little less then 48 hours to go before you see my handsome face again. donât worry your pretty head baby, iâll make you forget all about this week. spoil the absolute shit out of you. <3
okay, i gotta get back to work before my boss comes in to belittle me some more about phone usage at work :,). iâll see you soon babe, i love you.
LEON <3 : see you soon beautiful girl, i love you too. gotta go bust some criminals lol. ttyl :)
she sighs in content, a lovesick grin on her features. she felt so much better, just talking to him through text even. it was enough to make her heart swell with love and forget all about the incidents this week.
she couldnât wait to see him on friday night, then go on a picnic on saturday like he promised. she needed him like air sometimes. and he had been pulling shifts so frequently at the station that she barely ever saw him.
it sucked, yes. but when they did get to see each other it was absolutely worth it. she knew that he was gonna stay true to his word like he always did. make her happy, spoil her and make her forget all about her sucky week at work.
she loved him so much, it was almost consuming sometimes. overwhelming to think that before she met him two years ago, she had never known love or that men like him could even exist.
god, she was praying for this weekend to come sooner. and hopefully, it would.
eventually she made it to friday, she managed to get through the day, working as hard as she could. she dealt with clients, dodged the lecturing of her boss and the gossiping of her coworkers.
she slipped out early, not really giving a fuck because all her work was finished as far as she was concerned. she had better places to be. like leonâs apartment for example.
she had packed an overnight bag that morning, watered her plants and made sure she had everything. she had kept her overnight bag stored in her car just so when she got off work, she could head straight over.
she sent him a text that she was off and she was heading over early, putting the car in reverse and leaving her works parking lot.
she drove down the familiar streets and roads until she made it to leonâs apartment, parking her car in the guest parking spot. she got out, grabbing her overnight bag and everything else she needed as she locked the car behind her.
she walked over to the gate to enter the complex, typing in the numbers and once it buzzed, she opened it and let herself in. she made her way up to the second floor, walking over to where his apartment was. she slipped her key to his apartment, unlocking the door and slipping off her shoes.
âbaby? you home?â she calls out as she drops her overnight bag by her shoes, dropping her keys on the coffee table. she looks around, she feels a buzzing in her hand where her phone is. she looks at the text from leon saying he was on his way home from his shift.
she sighed and looked around his apartment, looking down at the coffee table where she sat her keys in front of his couch. she saw something sticking out from in between the pages of a book he was reading. âwhat theâŚ?â she opened the book and looked in the book.
a piece of paper with scribbled writing over it, leonâs from what she recognized. she started to read the crumpled up piece of paper.
[READER],
ever since iâve known you, iâve loved you. iâve never wanted anyone more then iâve wanted you. iâm not just doing this in the hopes youâll say yes, iâm doing this with the intention that youâll let me love you for as long as weâre both alive.
iâm not doing it like this to be cliche, i know how much you think im corny. how hard i try to make sure youâre not laughing at me (even though i love your laugh more than anything.) i want you to know that i love you. i always have, i always will.
with that, will you please do me the honor of being my wife?
it would be my greatest achievement as man, as your boyfriend and future husband if youâll let me.
she feels her eyes well up with subtle tears, wiping at her eyes as she looked down at the crumpled up notebook paper with a small smile, even though the letter didnât say much, it said enough.
this was just more then a simple picnic, she knew now. why he was so keen on taking care of her this weekend. taking her out for a picnic tomorrow. she canât believe he wanted to marry her, she wasnât shocked but she wasâŚshe wanted to cry. it was almost like a dream come true.
she was about to re-read the note to make sure she wasnât dreaming until she heard the lock on his front door click. she scrambled to put the crumpled up piece of paper back into the book where she found it, effectively slipping it in and standing up straight just in time as he entered the door.
âhey, honey.â he says with a small smile, kicking off his shoes. he wore his police uniform still, all pristine in pale blue and navy. she swallowed and wiped at her eyes, âhey.â she shuffles towards him and wraps her arms tightly around him.
he noticed the sniffling and the watery eyes, he craned his neck down to look at her face that was pressed into his chest, rubbing his hands up and down her back in a soothing gesture.
âare you okay? your eyes are red.â he says softly, his voice dripping with such concern it just almost made her heart melt in her chest. she nods and squeezes her arms tighter around him, âiâm okay. i just missed you.â she lies a little, she did miss him, but that wasnât the true reason for the red eyes.
âokay, baby. itâs okay though, weâre gonna have a good weekend and your not even gonna think about work.â he says softly as he continues to rub her back up and down in a gentle gesture, smiling down at her with a soft grin. she nods, âokay, iâd like that.â she says with her cheek pressed against his chest, sniffling.
she knew she wouldnât think about work, work was the furthest thing from her mind right now. the only thing on her mind was the picnic tomorrow and the note she had found.
she knew he was going to purpose, she wasnât even trying to snoop, but now she knew. she loved him even more for it. if that was even possible.
the next day, the morning light would peak through the curtains of leonâs bedroom window. it casted both of them in a glow that was more then just a simple glow of the morning but a new day.
she loves waking up beside him, especially today when the promises of their future hang right over her head. a promise that heâs intending to keep.
she rolls over onto him as he lays on his back, giggling as she does. she presses a small kiss to his chest and then makes a path up to his collarbone, pressing a kiss to his neck. she felt herself growing more aroused by the minute.
she wasnât a virgin, she had dated plenty of shitty guys before leon. and it isnât like she didnât not want to have sex with him, they just decided to wait until marriage. but now that she knew he was going to purpose today, she forgot all about that little promise she made with him.
she presses her lips to his jaw, hearing him mumble something sleepily as she grins against his skin. she leans towards his ear, âwake up.â she mumbles as she moves her hips to sit on his covered dick in his boxers beneath the sheets. her panty clad frame gently moving her hips lightly against his as she adjusts.
she feels him slightly move again, moving in his sleep so she moves her hips more firmly on him again, feeling him grow harder against the fabric that separated them. he mumbles something and she pulls her face out of his neck, bracing her palms flat on his chest.
he slowly opens his blue eyes to meet hers, his dirty blonde hair messily on the pillow. she smiles down at him with a small grin, âmorning sleeping beauty.â she chuckles as she leans down to his face and presses a kiss to his lips.
his half-asleep frame is still waking up and trying to wrap his mind around everything. âwhat are you doing?â he chuckles with a lazy opening and closing of his blue eyes.
âwhat does it look like im doing?â she says with a small smirk, moving her hips again. he had no idea where this was coming from, they had agreed to wait until marriage and nowâŚ
she was straddling his waist, her wet core on top of his morning wood, there were the barriers between them but still, he could feel everything. she tilts her head innocently at him, his blue eyes looking up at her, âwhy are you soâŚ? whatâs gotten into you?â he says with a small furrow of his brows as he leans up on the bed, his elbows propped up behind him.
she bites her lip and looks at him, âwhy am i what?â she says as she bats her eyelashes at him, feigning innocence. he struggles and takes a shaky breath, âwhy are you likeâŚall over me? like, we didnâtâŚi thought you wanted to wait.â he manages to get out with another shaky inhale.
she sighs and rubs her palms over his chest, âi want you, iâve waited long enough. married or not, i want you.â she says with a small look, letting his blue eyes latch onto hers. she needed him to know she was serious, that this mattered.
she knew he was going to purpose soon anyways, so what was the big deal? thatâs what she thought anyways. she didnât see it as this huge thing, it would be their first time together. butâŚshe was ready.
âunlessâŚyour not?â she says with a small sigh as she looks down at him, her palms pressed flat on his bare chest as she looked down at him. he shook his head so fast, his hair flopping as he did, âno, i want it.â he replies as he looks up into her eyes.
âanything that you want from me, i wanna be able to give it to you. even this.â she hears him say as his blue eyes never stray from his gaze on her. she smiles widely and sniffles, âgod, i love you.â she whispers as she leans down and presses a kiss to his lips.
it starts slow, his hands holding onto her waist as the kiss grows more intense and passionate. her hips moving against his erection. she doesnât fear it now, not when she knows what will happen.
not when she can trust him. she knows heâs different, heâs not like the others. she wants to give him all of her, every single part. she wants to give him marriage, her soul, her body. she wants him to have it all.
so as the kisses and the touches escalate, she feels herself trusting in him, letting his love consume her body and mind in a way she had never known before. his kisses were like rain, falling on her skin and soaking there. his touch was like fire, spreading over her body.
it was beautiful, she couldnât wait to have him with her forever.
the picnic was beautiful.
leon, really knew how to make her forget about her shitty work week. whether it be a picnic, their first time having sex together earlier that morning, or the proposal that has yet to happen.
he really outdid himself. just like he promised, he had cooked and packed a lunch for them by a small pond in a park. it was about a 20 minute drive from his place, how she never knew it was there, she had no idea.
it was beautiful, some swans were in the pond swimming around with their babies, made her smile and think of how leon had made this so perfect without even trying. he spread out a blanket for them, sitting the food down in the picnic basket.
she brushes her hands over her purple sundress, looking at him as he sat down and began to spread out the food for them. âwow, baby. you really thought of everything didnât you?â she chuckles as she sits down next to him on the picnic blanket.
âof course, anything for my girl.â he says with a sweet smile in her direction as he gets wine out of the basket and two glasses. my girlâŚjesus, if heâs trying to make me melt, itâs working. she thinks as she watches him uncork the wine bottle, and pour them both red wine into the glasses.
âi know, you spoil me, leon. but stillâŚâ she trails off as she looks over at him, she reaches over the blanket and grabs onto his hand. she watches as the subtle breeze blows his dirty blonde hair over his blue eyes and his forehead.
he rolls his eyes playfully and scoots closer to her on the blanket, squeezing her hand back. âdonât argue with me. itâs in your best interest.â he says with a small lopsided smirk as he hands her one of the glasses of wine. she accepts and smiles back at him, sipping on the wine in her free hand.
âfine. i wonât.â she says with a small roll of her eyes, grinning at him as she swallowed the wine. letting it slide down her throat. they stayed in silence for a while, just enjoying the sounds of nature, the breeze that blowed softly and made the leaves rustle in the trees above them.
she let him dote on her a little more, still feeling that anxious bubbling in her stomach that had been occurring since last night. the note, the proposal that had yet to happen. she felt her body get amped up and she was trying not to give her hopes up.
she sipped on her wine, looking over at him as he stared off into the pond a little ways in front of them. she admired him like this, when he wasnât looking at her. he was deep in thought, in his head and she could almost see the gears turning in his mind.
âthank you, leon.â she says as she snaps out of her daze of staring at him. she didnât think she could ever not want to stare, admire him like a piece of art in a museum. he lets his head turn her way, looking directly at her, a gentle smile on his boyish features.
âno need to thank me. i wanted to do something special for you.â he says as he reaches across the blanket and rubs his hand over her bare knee. she nods and swallows more nerves, âi donât need to thank you, but im going to anyways.â she giggles.
he just shakes his head with a teasing grin on his face, he doesnât mind this. sitting here with her and knowing where itâs going. he almost feels like this canât be real, sitting here with her. the weatherâs perfect and this day is even better.
they continue to just sit together on the picnic blanket, eating and sipping on their wine. they just talk and snuggle up next to each other on the blanket.
eventually the sun starts to set, painting the sky in a beautiful pink and red hue. it almost looks like a painting and she watches it with almost admiration. he knows this is the time, the ring in his pocket burning a hole through his jeans.
she keeps her gaze trained on the sky, not even noticing that heâs staring at her with admiration. he swallows his fears, his nerves and everything that could potentially stop him from doing this.
âyour so beautiful, you know that?â he starts as he looks over her features. her gaze only temporarily looking over at him, a blush coating her cheeks. this isnât how he had planned it, but heâs gonna do this differently.
âof course you know that, i tell you all the time how amazing, beautiful and sweet you are. even to people who donât deserve your kindness.â he says as his blue eyes stay trained on her, she smiles and bites her lip in bashfulness.
she knows something is happening, but she lets it happen. she doesnât careâŚnot if itâs a promise to make her happy for the rest of their lives.
âyour the best thing thatâs ever happened to me,â he continues as he looks at her, turning his body a little towards her on the picnic blanket. the ring feels like an anchor in his pocket, keeping him tethered to the moment here with her.
âand i donât think iâll ever find anyone better then you, thatâs honesty. your the best thatâs ever going to happen to me.â he says as he looks deep into her eyes, her eyes blinking back at him as she feels her heart start to pound in her ribcage.
âand i would be a fucking fool if i went on another two years and didnât show you how much you mean to me.â he says as he fists the ring in his pocket. she feels her heart swell and her eyes water. the smile spreading on her face is the rare kind.
âwhat are youâŚ?â she says with a small look of disbelief on her face, her smile widening and the crystal of her eyes staring back at him.
he smiles with a small blink of his blue eyes that are now crystallizing over as well, he pulls his palm out of his pocket, opening it up between them to brandish a engagement ring.
she blinks her tears away, raising a hand over her mouth, trying to somewhat hide her shock. âleonâŚâ she looks between the ring in his palm and then his eyes. this was much better then what was written on that crumpled sheet of paper.
âi love you so fucking much, i would do anything for you, to you and with you. only if youâll let me, forever. please marry me. let me love you forever, let me wake up to you every morning. it would be the greatest honor i could ever have.â he says as he gestures the ring in his outstretched palm.
he looks at her with hopeful and love filled eyes as he does this. she doesnât even have words, she expected it. but not like thisâŚ
this was definitely better.
and he was the love of her life, she couldnât say no to him, not in a million years. she couldnât dream of turning him down. of declining his proposal because heâs her happiness. even from two years ago when they met to nowâŚ
her body and mind want him the same, love him the same. she knows it will never change. not when it comes to him and just everything he does for her.
âyesâŚâ she says as she sniffles away tears, feeling the breeze in the park billow her hair. the swans swimming idly in the pond in front of them. the sun setting in a beautiful sunset that paints the sky. he blinks at her, he doesnât think he heard her right for a second.
âdid you sayâŚ?â she laughs and looks at him, âi said yes. iâll marry you.â she says as she feels more tears leak down her flushed cheeks. he smiles widely and grabs her hand shakily, his face coated in tears of happiness too.
he slips the ring onto her ring finger and strokes his thumb over her knuckles. he slides his free hand up to cup her jaw, rubbing the tears that slid from her eyes. âoh god, i love you.â he says in a trance as he looks at her.
âi love you too.â she says back to him, catching him in his trance of looking at her. she feels the ring on her ring finger, making its home there. she feels like sheâs on cloud nine right now. he pulls her face towards him and presses a kiss to her lips.
she returns it and kisses him back, her hand, now ring clad, holds onto his face as she deepens the kiss. she doesnât think she could ever be happier then she was right now.
in this moment with him. not a thing matters and her mind and body are full of him. she feels so consumed by him and his love that she canât even explain it.
sheâll be wrapped in him forever and she canât bring herself to care if she is. because at least sheâs happy, happy and in love.
forever.
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Lovesick H who used to have a terribly big crush on y/n but was too silly to realise she felt the same way and heâs reminiscing because now heâs got the girl of his dreams asleep on top of him and sheâs his best friend now!! and he finds it hilarious he still acts lovesick and clumsy around her đŤ đŤđŤđŤđŤđŤ
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It all came full circle eventually. If life had taught him anything, that would be the lesson.
Soft breaths puffed against the side of his neck as he laid still on the sofa. A mess of hair narrowly avoided his mouth, but he wouldnât mind fishing a few strands from his lips if it meant getting to have her on top of him. Her weight a grounding comfort to him, something he used to dream about.
Heâd had lectures with her and missed notes because he was too busy looking at her. When theyâd studied together he had to redo it at home because he spent the majority of his time trying to memorize the marks on her face and the little traits that no one else paid attention to. She was an all encompassing beauty, her appearance, personality, treatment towards people- everything about her was beautiful.
Her fingers curled into his shirt as she adjusted slightly in her sleep, his heart growing when she nuzzled closer into his neck and he felt her eyelashes brush the skin there. His fingers ran up and down her spine as she slept, unable to get up. It wasnât a concern, despite his phone dying and nothing interesting to find on the streaming service. She was comfortable and these were the moments he had been dying for. Dreaming about.
He was completely and utterly gone for her. Heâd thought that his first girlfriend would have ruined him, but when he met her in their final year of uni there was no comparison. Y/N had made him see that that relationship and his emotions in it were childâs play compared to this feeling. This need. He loved simply being with her. Especially with her asleep, peaceful and warm on top of his body. There was nowhere else heâd rather be in the world.
He felt a little flustered just thinking about how insane she made his stomach feel. The butterflies that people described felt more like a buzzing nest of bees, the soft bumblebees, the flutter of little wings and buzzing making him heat from his neck to his face. He remembered the first time she had fallen asleep on him when they were at a friends house to watch horror films. Sheâd claimed to be terrified and sat curled up next to him insisting they share a blanket, but halfway through The Exorcist she was puffing away sleepily against his bicep. Heâd never felt so giddy over being stuck somewhere before.
There had been nights he sat in bed wondering what her lips tasted like. What she liked in her coffee. If she liked to be tickled or not. Was she someone who hated her hair being touched? Would she let him stroke it out of her face more often so he could see the full expanse of beauty it curtained? The thoughts had been endless.
It never fully went away, the awe and yearning and fondness. If anything it was growing stronger, day by day. Y/N was the love of his life in every way possible and he wouldnât do a thing to change it.
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Just Go With It
Xavier Thorpe x Reader
Fake dating trope
Disclaimer ~ I do not support Percy Hynes White, this is about the character and not the actor.
WARNINGS ! ~ None just fluff !
Walking out of class, you saw him. Paul, a siren that honestly everybody secretly hated.
And unfortunately for you, he couldn't take no for an answer. Over and over he had asked you on a date. Countless times. You think nobody's had the guts to say no to him before or he thinks you're playing hard to get.
Out of your peripheral, you saw him look at you and start walking towards you. In a moment of pure instinct you grabbed onto somebody's arm in front of you.
You felt them tense, you look up to see Xavier, a devastatingly handsome young man who you were kind of acquainted with, you had only met at one of Bianca's parties.
'I'm sorry, just go with it, please' you muttered, he looked down at you confused, before nodding.
He put his arm around you pulling you in close, walking towards the courtyard.
Walking out you saw Enid, Wednesday, Bianca, and Ajax. Ajax was handing Bianca a bag of blunts as Bianca complained about the price
'Bianca, you can just get a bag of weed cheaper, the only reason the blunts cost more is because I have to roll them!'
'fine' Bianca mumbled
As you and Xavier made your way to the table everybody was seated, Enid broke out in a smile at the two of you, while everybody else looked kind of shocked.
Sitting down on the table, you saw Paul again, making a bee line towards you. You groaned as he approached the table,
'Y/N can I talk to you?'
'Paul I do not want to go out with you'
'Why not? I'm everything you could want and more baby'
You watched as almost everybody around you cringed at his words.
'I'm in a relationship Paul, stop asking me out'
'With who?'
'Me' Xavier said, his 6'2 frame towering over Pauls 5'6 one.
'Really Y/N? This weirdo? He hangs out in a shed with his free time doing god knows what' Paul scoffed.
'So what? At least he doesn't harass women to make them go out with him' you said crossing your arms over your chest.
'Whatever, don't come crawling back to me when you realise how much of a creep this guy is. You're such a slut for leading me on'
Everybody's eyes widened at Pauls use of 'slut'.
You watched as Xavier pushed Paul against one of the columns surrounding the courtyard, Enid attempted to get off of Wednesdays lap but Wednesday just held onto her tighter, clearly wanting to see how this went down.
'Don't fucking call her that you piece of shit' Xavier spat in Pauls face,
In all honesty, you loved the sight of Paul shitting himself.
Paul looked over at you in hopes you would tell Xavier to back down. You didn't.
'Don't look at her for help, you really think she would help you? You fucking harassed her for weeks just because she wouldn't go out with you' Xavier said, dropping Paul from where he had been pinned.
Paul got up from off the ground, shrugging his blazer back on properly, before running off, probably to tell Ms Weems.
Xavier walked back over to the group, Ajax passing him the blunt he was smoking with Bianca.
As that whole thing unravelled you were just sat in shock, how did Xavier know Paul was harassing you for so long? As Xavier sat next to you on the bench you quickly turned to him, kissing his cheek.
He smiled, blowing out the smoke from the blunt before kissing you.
You didn't know how to react at first before moving your lips with his.
'Alright you two, no making out in the courtyard. Xavier come to my office' Weems said walking over with Paul trailing behind. You broke apart although you really didn't want to
'Pussy.' Wednesday mumbled as Enid giggled.
Xavier got off the bench, kissing your cheek one more time
'Now! Mr Thorpe' Weems said
This is a lot shorter than my normal things but hope y'all liked it and stuff. I'm thinking about writing some Wednesday x Enid stuff in the future but idk probably will
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matriarchal disturbance | wanda maximoff & fem!reader
Iryna Maximoff pays her daughter a visit, and Wanda must learn to balance living with her ever-complicated mother while navigating her rocky relationship with you, her stepdaughter.
Word count: 14 615
Tags: smut, angst, fluff, family issues, infidelity, age gap, strap-ons, cunnilingus, spanking, hair-pulling, praise, degradation, slight cnc, impact play, mention of somnophilia, mommy kink, sub!wanda maximoff, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.
You sped down the stairs and slung your backpack over your shoulder, hoping to avoid your dad and stepmother on the way out. The rapid padding of your feet prompted Wanda to force herself out of her husbandâs arms as you passed the kitchen.
âY/N?â she called out, listening close to how you walked over to the front door. Wanda rounded Vision and headed over to you. You were leaned over, pulling your shoes on with a backpack hanging from your shoulder. Wringing her hands around the dish towel she was holding, Wanda asks, âAre you going somewhere?â
You stalled with some stuttered hesitation in hopes of leaving and talking with your stepmother as little as possible. But you watched the way she stayed planted in front of you and you still had another shoelace to tie. âYeah, going out, forgot to tell dad,â you answered finally.
âI can drive you if youâd like. Vis can finish making dinner,â she offered, and you saw her playing with her fingers when you looked up slightly from beyond your eyebrows. She was always trying to make some excuse to spend time with you. But you wouldnât let her. Not unless you were forced.
The afternoon could be recalled as clearly as if it were yesterday. Months of getting close with your dadâs new girlfriend, gentle caresses and passing longing glances, excuses to get each other alone, delicate kisses exchanged, vows of love, all tossed away as delusion the moment her engagement to your dad was announced. He had his hand on her knee, Wandaâs hands wringing around uncomfortably in her lap as she anticipated your answer.Â
Suddenly, you had no idea what to do with all the months you spent loving Wanda. She lost her virginity when she was sixteen to a senior at the back of his truck. She won a spelling bee contest when she was ten. She broke one of her ribs once when she was a young child hanging out of her fatherâs moving car.
What were you to do with knowledge like that?
Information about her that you held close to your heart for whatever reason, a pride you felt in knowing her and having been able to watch her face as she recalled stories of her life. She was once a grand and beautiful constellation, each day spent with her discovering one of the many stars she was made of.Â
She made you feel and look like a fool â a lovesick puppy blinded by the thrill of first love. You hated her for it, and you hated her all the more when she made those pathetic attempts to make it up to you.
âIâm walking,â you told her and straightened to take your sweater from the coat rack.
âWalking? Is it far?â
Hoping that your brief response would suffice, you answered, âNo.â
âAre you sure?â she pressed on.
âWanda, I told you â Iâm walking,â you repeated, meeting her eyes. She nodded and stepped to the side to let you open the front door. The stability of her relationship with you was precarious and she wouldnât think twice before yielding to maintain what closeness she had left with you after her marriage to your father.
You didnât believe there was much, if any at all, but you imagined that Wanda liked to hold onto the idea that there was.
Before you could step off the porch and finally make some space between you and home, Wanda called from behind you and asked if you were planning on being back home before dinner. You replied with something vague for you didnât feel like thinking about when you wanted to be home, and you didnât want to give your stepmother the benefit of knowing your plans.
Pretending to be content in spite of her lack of a role in your personal life, Wanda refrained from asking anything else and let you go without another word.
Several days ago, Vision suggested that you start calling Wanda something along the lines of âmom.â Your father had initially argued against your refusal, insisting that it was time you started behaving maturely rather than acting like a rebellious teenager. Wanda was quick to defend you, but you were already cutting your meal short, heading to the sink to wash your dishes before going out for a drive.
Even if you had stayed seated while Wanda vouched for you, she was convinced you wouldnât have been listening anyways. You hardly responded to her when she spoke to you, you didnât even look up. Typically, it took urging from your father to even get her messages across.
Dinner was dull when you didnât come home later that night. Things normally were when it was only her and Vision at home. Interaction between you and your stepmother was scarce, but knowing that you were home, having you for meals and seeing you occasionally when you came downstairs brought Wanda great deals of joy and comfort. She loved it when you were home from school.
It never crossed her mind how you interpreted her attempts at becoming close with you again, for she always had faith that youâd warm up to her eventually. She knew she had hurt you when she married Vision though sheâd been dating him for months prior to the marriage. But she believed that what the two of you had was special.Â
You were one of the reasons she felt assured in the decision to marry Vision. Things would be different, but sheâd always have you. Wanda strongly believed that although things couldnât return to precisely what used to be before her engagement, it would take a bit of effort to eventually return to the trust and affinity the two of you used to have for each other.
She hadnât meant to lose you in marrying your father, and she wasnât planning on it. She promised to herself to be a good stepmother, although she felt lost at times without a maternal figure to rely on for an example of how to provide for you as you needed.
These days, Wanda thought of Iryna a lot more than she used to. In her failures to earn your affection, she worried she was becoming more and more like her own mother. She had no one to ask advice from and in spite of her tumultuous childhood, Wanda caught herself wishing she had the kind of relationship with her mother in which she could simply call her and ask her for help.
Iryna and her daughter talked a few times perhaps every three months. Their communication was irregular and when they did talk, phone calls would consist of Iryna asking a few obligatory questions about Wandaâs life and listening to answers she didnât truly care about hearing before the topic was swiftly changed to Pietro, Wandaâs twin brother.Â
Pietro was part of a travelling soccer team, having firstly started his soccer practices for a few hours after school when he and Wanda were only children, and was now making his way towards his dream of earning a spot with his team representing their home country in the Olympics. He and Wanda texted a lot more regularly than she and Iryna, and unlike their mother, Pietro attended Wanda and Visionâs wedding a few months ago.Â
They were close, and it was only different paths of life that put space between them. Even so, the distance was merely physical as the twins continued to maintain their close connection.
Though they had a strong bond, Wanda truly found herself rather bored listening to her mother drone on about how successful Pietro was in his most recent games, listening to all the countries heâd been travelling to and the games she attended. Sheâd heard it all from him anyways, but what was more was that Iryna travelled around the world to see Pietro, a total of seven different countries to watch his games and spend time with her favourite child, yet could not even bother to attend her daughterâs wedding.
Wanda was once a favourite of her father before he passed when they were young, and it was no secret that Pietro was always mamaâs favourite, even after there became only one parent to share between the both of them. In spite of how the two of them knew Iryna favoured her son over her daughter, any and all of Wandaâs conflicted feelings had always been directed towards her mother rather than towards Pietro. It was miraculous, in a way, that theyâd maintained such a close relationship over the years. But Wanda loved Pietro as he did her. It was only her mother that made her feel heaps of unease and burrowed in her years of unresolved insecurities.Â
Sitting in the living room with a movie playing on the television though she wasnât entirely paying attention to it, Wanda wondered about what you were doing. When putting on the movie that was currently only being partially-watched, Wanda hoped sheâd be able to catch you coming in to make sure you got home safe. She supposed you were seeing your friends, which you were, but she wondered about what you might be doing with them.
Was it cold out? Did you end up wearing that sweater you brought with you? Would you be back tonight or tomorrow? She wanted to text you something brief asking how you were, but if you wouldnât have a conversation with her the next time you were home about how you didnât like for her to be pushy with you, you wouldnât respond to her text at all, which likely wouldâve made her even more worried.Â
Her head perked up from her phone when a knock came at the door. She checked the time on her cellphone â it was ten-forty in the evening â before setting it down and heading to the front door and opening it.
Where Wanda expected to see you waiting on the porch stood her mother instead, the handles of two travel luggages in each hand. She felt a strange mix of dread and a kind of frozen pause that came over her body, making her unsure how to react aside from blinking at her mother with parted lips in disbelief.
âArenât you going to take my bags?â Iryna asked, urging them forward.Â
âO-Oh, yes,â Wanda stuttered, leaning down to take them by their handles. She wheeled them towards her then lifted them up into the front foyer.
Sighing, her mother stepped into the house. âMannerless child,â she bit passively as she looked around at the house and the living room.Â
Wanda asked, âMama, what are you doing here?â She locked the front door and turned to her mother who continued to survey the house with a great deal of scrutiny.Â
âA mother canât visit her own child?âÂ
Playing with her fingers in front of her stomach, Wanda said quietly, âYou didnât even come to my wedding, mama. You want to visit me now?â
âYes,â Iryna answered, looking at her daughter with her head tipped upwards slightly. âYouâd like me to leave, then? Give me my bags.â
Wanda blurted out a âno,â before she stepped towards Iryna and let go of the bags. âIâm happy that youâre here, mama. I really am.â She wrapped her arms around her motherâs shoulders and gave her a hug.Â
Her mother was never one for physical affection, though Wanda always was; it was one of the reasons she loved how close she was with you before â you were equally as physically affectionate with her. Wanda missed it. It didnât feel nearly the same with Vision.
In all honesty, sheâd never loved being touched and hugged by anyone as much as she did with you. It was a strangely specific preference, but you always made her feel like you wanted only to be close with her when you held her hand or kissed her cheek.Â
To be wanted like that⌠It felt amazing. Sheâd only ever felt it with you. She only ever had a place when she was with you. Â
She pulled away and smiled at her mother. âHow is Pietro?â Wanda asked though she knew how he was as the last she spoke to him was that afternoon. But Irynaâs mood always seemed to lighten when her favourite child was brought up.
The two of them sat on the living room couch, the movie on the television paused, while Iryna went into detail about her trip to Madrid during which she visited Pietro that sheâd just come back from. Wanda sat in silence, nodding and listening and occasionally making comments.
It was nearly an hour of listening to Irynaâs recount of her trip and her doting adoration and pride of her only son before the front door was unlocked. You stepped into the house and Wandaâs head perked up. She looked you over quickly and was then relieved at the sight of you â a sweater on and zipped up and even one of your hats from your backpack pulled onto your head.Â
Wanda stood from the couch as your eyes darted between her and her mother. âY/N, this is my mother, Iryna,â she introduced. Sheâd never talked about her mother before, and all you knew of her was what you supposed after her lack of presence at your stepmotherâs wedding.Â
She looked like Wanda, in some ways, though her stare was cunning and her eyes frighteningly calculating. A part of you couldnât believe that the soft-spoken Wanda and her free-spirited twin brother were born from a woman like this.
âItâs nice to meet you,â you said finally, taking off your hat and unzipping your sweater.Â
âLikewise,â Iryna replied with a cordial nod.Â
Wanda felt nervous suddenly, recalling all the times she turned to her mother for advice in communicating with you. She hardly ever went to her mother for help about anything after her high school years, but after being newly-married and becoming a stepmother, she had initially relied on Iryna for help in trying to become closer with you. Her advice was poor and mostly judgemental of her inability to parent, so Wanda soon ceased bringing you up to her.
There was also always something strangely disconcerting about having her mother know things about you. Wanda felt possessive of the knowledge of you and felt uncomfortable that a woman like Iryna knew the kind of person you were and of her once-close relationship with you.Â
Now, she felt rather uneasy watching the two of you interact. Iryna was indeed a cunning woman and unnecessarily conniving at times, and Wandaâs relationship with you couldnât take any more pressure.Â
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to keep you,â Wanda said when you didnât head upstairs, hoping that youâd leave and spend as little time as possible with Iryna. You gave an awkward smile to her mother and bid her a goodnight before turning and heading up the stairs to your bedroom. âGoodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams,â she called softly from the living room.Â
You caught sight of the two travelling luggages by the front door as you headed up and you dreaded the next unspecified while until Iryna left. You didnât have any problems with her, but you were certain that youâd have to get to know her and spend a bit of time with her to be friendly, and that undoubtedly meant youâd have to spend more time with your stepmother.
Wanda and her mother spoke for a little longer as you could hear bits of their conversation while you were getting ready in the washroom. Later on, Wanda carried Irynaâs bags up the stairs and you listened to her lead her mother up to the guest room.
âHow long are you planning on staying with us?â you heard Wandaâs muffled question through your bedroom door as she walked through the hallway and towards the extra room. Iryna told her that sheâd stay for about two weeks before sheâd need Wanda to drive her to the airport so she could take her booked flight back to Russia.Â
Two weeks.Â
You figured it wouldn't be too bad if you filled up the next little while doing anything else but being at home.Â
You were awoken in the morning hearing the stifled shouts of your father from his and Wandaâs bedroom down the hall. He got pretty loud when he felt like it, he really did, and he was rather prone to being overdramatic when he was upset.Â
On the night of their wedding, Visionâs family brought up what a perfect match Wanda was for him, how perfectly her sensitive attitude complemented his. In a way it was true, but mostly it just made you roll your eyes. The pair was painfully traditional.
You supposed he was upset about Wandaâs mother staying over without any notice. If you had a say in the argument, words of advice that would matter at all, perhaps youâd make a comment in defence of Wanda solely to argue against your dad. You imagined your words wouldnât matter much to your stepmother anyways, who disregarded you to marry a man you always thought she never felt much sentiment for. It was he that she chose over you, anyways. Who were you to stand up for her?
Now that you were awake listening to the muffled words of their ongoing argument, you figured you wouldnât be getting back to sleep, so you climbed out of bed and headed downstairs to have breakfast.
To your surprise, Wandaâs mother was sitting at the dining room table eating buttered toast with a book in hand. Feeling chilled by the sight of her tranquillity, you poured yourself a bowl of cereal and had no choice but to sit down across from her at the dining table lest she think you were intentionally avoiding her.
âGood morning,â she greeted, looking up from her book and setting it down by her plate. You met her eyes and smiled at her before returning her friendly greeting. âA mismatched pair, no?â Iryna said, indirectly referencing the argument upstairs.Â
When you stared at her for a moment slightly stunned by her overt criticism, she darted her eyes up at the ceiling where Wanda and Vision were arguing upstairs before looking back down to you. âOh,â you answered, feigning an onset of realisation. âTheyâre okay.â
Iryna said, âWanda never had children of her own. I always told her she married too late. I do not intend to offend you, but I take it you arenât very close with my daughter.â She chewed on a bit of her toast and swallowed.
âUh, no, not very,â you answered. You had no intention of being rude to her, but you werenât sure how to approach her questions. It seemed to you that her words held more weight than she was letting on, and you felt you had to choose your words carefully around her.
âIn my own experience, I found it difficult to connect with her at times,â she recalled, cleaning the tips of her fingers from crumbs and moving her empty plate to the side.
You mentioned, âBut youâre visiting her here, so that means you must be sort of close.��
âAn obligation to check up on oneâs daughter. Itâs been many years since Iâve seen Wanda in-person. You know of her brother?â
Your eyebrows came together as you tried recalling his name. âPietro?â
âIndeed. Successful boy. I just returned from visiting him in Madrid. It was a rude awakening coming here to see Wanda.â
âWhy?â you asked, feeling strangely interested in Irynaâs recount of Wanda.Â
With a sardonic chuckle, Iryna replied, âSheâs an unaccomplished housewife, devochka.â
Wanda eventually headed downstairs from the argument while your dad was no doubt fuming in the bedroom, trying to cool down before having to eat breakfast at some point and face his mother-in-law. She sighed heavily as she stepped into the kitchen looking exasperated, a hand running through her hair.
She caught sight of you and Iryna sitting at the table and she froze, her eyes darting between the two of you. âMama,â she greeted cautiously before smiling at you. Her smile was brief as it dissipated when she looked over her shoulder to her mother. âWhat are you two talking about?â
âNothing important, Wanda,â Iryna said and lifted her cup of coffee to her lips. She watched as her daughter turned and began boiling water for herself. You looked up from your bowl of cereal subtly as she eyed Wanda with a certain scrutiny that made even you uncomfortable, and Iryna wasnât even looking in your direction. âWhat was the argument about?â she then asked suddenly.
Taken off guard, Wanda hesitated, âWhat?â
âThe argument,â her mother pressed, a deceiving lightness to her tone in spite of her blunt questioning. âUpstairs. We could all hear it down here.âÂ
From the corner of your eye, you could see Wanda look over at you, seemingly searching for confirmation, questioning if you really did hear her argument upstairs with Vision. But you refused to make eye contact with her â all you wanted was to get the hell out of that kitchen as soon as you could.
She cleared her throat and prepared her mug for her hot water and placed a teabag of berry tea into it. âIt was nothing,â she answered. âIt was about work.â
âNot your place of work though, Iâd presume,â Iryna asked innocently, though she knew Wanda wasnât working, and Wanda knew that she knew. Wanda flushed in embarrassment at her motherâs words that held a great deal of criticism despite the benign way they were spoken, and you felt that Iryna was humiliating her on purpose.Â
âN⌠No,â she answered finally, looking down at her empty mug and fiddling idly with the teabagâs string.Â
Humming in a way that could be interpreted as Iryna feeling satisfied with the way she chastised her daughter out of the blue, she took a sip of her coffee and picked up her book again.
âY/N, how was your night out yesterday?â Wanda asked, pouring her boiled water into her mug and looking over at you.Â
You weighed the pros and cons of brushing her off with a dismissive response, answering her honestly, or standing up from your seat abruptly and running out of the house like you wanted to do since the moment Iryna made that comment about the argument upstairs.
A part of you felt bad for the passes Wanda had to endure, so while you stirred your spoon around in your bowl of milk, you answered, âIt was fine. I met with some friends at this bar. It was slam poetry night.â
Wanda asked curiously, âYou presented some of your things?âÂ
âNo.â
âYou should. I think youâre a really talented writer.â
The compliment sent chills up your spine and you quickly downed the milk left in your bowl then stood to wash your dishes in the sink. You recalled sharing some of your pieces with Wanda when you first became close with her â a symbol of your trust in her.Â
âWill you be going out today too? I was thinking of heading to that greenhouse you like. You could help me pick out some things for the garden now that the snowâs all melted and itâs gotten warm out,â she offered, her spoon weaving in and out from between her fingers.
The mention of the greenhouse made you tense, for it was a common place you and Wanda liked to stop at when you had time for yourselves as an excuse to browse the vast greenhouse gardens hand-in-hand.Â
âYeah, Iâm going out later this afternoon,â you replied quietly. âSorry.âÂ
You looked over at Wanda and smiled briefly as to not seem abrasive before putting your clean dishes on the rack. You said goodbye to Iryna and quickly made your way out of the kitchen â finally â and headed upstairs before Wanda could reply.
A sense of anxiety settled within Wanda as she watched you scurry away. Her eyes immediately went to her mother. âWhat did you tell her, mama?â Wanda asked, trying her best to restrain the amount of unease she felt as she let her mind wander.Â
Her worry was certainly not at all assuaged when she saw the way Iryna sat at the dining table with a complacent expression.Â
âYou are not a teenager anymore. Do not worry yourself with gossip and adolescent concerns,â Iryna dismissed though it seemed she found amusement in disregarding her daughter.
Wanda placed her mug down on the table and replied, âWhich implies that there was gossip to be told.â
âMaybe yes, maybe no.â
âMama,â Wanda urged, not yet taking a seat at the table and staring down at her mother.
Iryna scoffed and put her book down before looking up at her. âPrekrati, Wanda. Let it go. I told her nothing she didnât already know.â
Pulling out her seat, Wanda lowered herself onto the chair, feeling like a sulking child in the shadow of her mother like she always has. âI canât have her being any more upset with me,â she said quietly.
âYou will live without the validation of a child,â Iryna replied bitterly.
Wanda didnât respond to that. She only set her tea bag aside once it was finished steeping and drank from her cup, feeling weighed down by her motherâs criticisms as they lingered heavily in the silence of the kitchen.Â
The next few days passed with you making any and every excuse to get out of the house, much to Wandaâs dismay. She hoped desperately to have some sort of interaction with you that was greater than those that took place in brief passing; you were always busy, you always had somewhere to go or something to do.
One afternoon when you had nowhere in particular to go but a quiet spot in the library closeby, an argument began between Iryna and Wanda downstairs in the living room. Your bedroom door was ajar while you were doing work at your desk, and you could hear Wanda trying to keep her mother quiet as her voice started to rise. Your stepmother was a sequence of hushed whispers and pleads for her to speak quieter for Wanda knew you were upstairs.Â
You tensed the moment you heard Iryna hiss out a string of angry Russian curses and you stood from your desk and tiptoed to your bedroom door. Carefully, you closed the door slow enough as to not be heard from downstairs. Then you sat back at your desk, hoping that theyâd cease their arguing so you could leave for the library as soon as you could.
The last thing you wanted to do was get in the middle of them again.
After about an hour when you were sure their arguing came to an end, you crept downstairs, staring at the closed door of the guest room as you did to ensure you didnât signal to Iryna your presence passing through the hallway.
Vision was always rather fastidious about having you ask Wanda for permission to go out when he wasnât home, which you found pretty ridiculous considering you were now in your last years in college still needing permission from someone in the house to go out. But over time you gave in, finding that exchanging a few words with your stepmother wasn't as bad as having to listen to lectures from your father about safety and obedience.
Heâd be home soon, but you were more likely to get the green light from Wanda, who more or less could not bear saying no to you.
You raked through the living room and the kitchen, and even called downstairs for her. Eventually, you found Wanda in the garden on her knees repotting a few flowers from the greenhouse she invited you to a few days ago.
She was wearing a pair of ankle-length jeans and a black blouse with sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a sun hat, and her gardening gloves. Her hair was tied back and out of her face aside from some loose strands as she leaned over and dug some space for her tomato seeds.Â
âWanda,â you said when you stepped past the open sliding door and into the garden. She looked up from the ground at you, one hand wrapped around the handle of a gardening hoe and the other knuckle-deep in a pile of mulch.Â
Some stupidly-sentimental part of you wished you were as close as you used to be with her last spring because you wouldâve never let down the image of her on her knees looking like a total dork with her fingers in a pile of dirt and a massive sun hat on her head.Â
You looked away and distracted yourself from the thought as you ran your eyes over the things she bought from the greenhouse. âIâm going out to see a few friends on Friday. Probably wonât be back until Saturday afternoon,â you told her.Â
âWhat will you be doing?â she asked.
âCarolâs hosting this big party at her house, so weâre going.â
Wanda stood up and laid her gloves down on a flower pot. She brushed a speck of mulch off from her cheek with the back of her finger. âI think you should spend more time on your studies,â she said. Her words nearly made you scoff out a laugh, but you were more confused than anything, so you just looked at her.
Continuing on, she added, âYouâre never home, and your Spring Break is nearly over. If you were responsible, youâd use what time you have left here to stay home and study.â
âWhere is this coming from?â you inquired incredulously. Not only did Wanda hardly ever criticise you for anything, but this was completely out-of-character for her. The strict authoritarian figure didnât suit her. It made you hate her even more, in fact. âDad tell you to say this?â
âNo,â she replied. There was a hint of uncertainty in her speech, and you felt that though she Wanda was speaking, it sounded like the words were coming from someone entirely different. You werenât as close with her as you used to be, but this was certainly not Wanda speaking. âIâm just saying that-that youâre a bright girl with a promising future, and I would want to see you take advantage of that instead of⌠wasting your time.â
You argued, âWasting my time? Itâs one party. And itâs Spring Break. I never do things like this at school anyways.â
Your raised voice seemed to make Wanda hesitate as she spoke her next words a bit more quietly. âBut what about that thing at your campus on Friday?â she questioned.
âWhat?â
âThe club enrollment event.â
From what you knew when you looked over the information sheet briefly, it was an evening event on campus showcasing a bunch of different sports teams, sororities, and frats gathering up members for the second half of the semester. Thereâd be food stands and games. It was a pretty big deal. But youâd never brought it up to Wanda before.
Your eyebrows stitched together in confusion. âHow do you know about that?â Â
Wanda stuttered and ran her hands down her blouse, seemingly reprehensible. âYou told me,â she answered.
You straightened defensively at the realisation of where she couldâve heard about the event. âYou looked through my things!â
âN-No! I didnât. Your things were just face-up on the dining table when I passed and I saw the flyer,â Wanda reasoned, desperate to have your anger subdued.Â
You replied sternly, âIâm not going to that. And stop going through my stuff!â
Suddenly, a voice interjected itself into the conversation and your dad popped himself into the garden through the open sliding door. âWhat event are we talking about?â he asked, looking up at you as he stepped down and kissed his wifeâs temple, greeting her after just come back from work.Â
âNothing, just some stupid thing at school,â you dismissed. You looked away from the married couple and at the furthest wooden fence at the back of the garden. You wondered what Wanda and your dad would do if you suddenly just took off running and ran straight through the fence and didnât stop running until you were two or three cities over.Â
But then eventually youâd have no place to go, and you didnât exactly have your wallet with you at the moment. Or your phone. Your dad and Wanda would catch up after a while. Even in your wildest imagination, youâd still have to face the reality of eventually having to deal with your dadâs scolding. That made you even more upset.Â
âYou should go,â your father advised carelessly without even knowing what the event was for.Â
âDad, itâs nothing. Itâs for, like, clubs and stuff. It doesnât matter.â
Wanda was silent in the shadow of your father, wordlessly listening in on the topic she brought up, the conversation she started. If she wasn't acting like herself then, she was now. Typical for her to start something then leave right in the middle of it just to flee behind your fatherâs back.Â
You werenât the greatest fan of hers, but the angrier you got with your stepmother, the more you felt yourself sympathising with Iryna.Â
âShe doesnât have to go, Vis,â Wanda spoke up, brushing her hand against his as if to nudge him into being more lenient.
âWhen is it?â he asked, completely ignoring her.
Wanda answered, âItâs Friday, butââ
âPerfect,â he exclaimed. Then he looked at you. âIf itâs for school, you should bring your stepmother. Iâd go but thereâs a conference I have to attend after work.â He kissed the top of Wandaâs head then walked back up the stairs to the house.
âDad, I donât want to go!â you protested, turning to look at him.
Not stopping once to look back at you aside from waving his hand over his shoulder, he answered sternly, âI wonât hear it. Wandaâs bringing you and I expect pictures. Itâs for school, Y/N, and youâre an adult. Itâs time you started taking responsibility for your education.â He shut the sliding door and left you and Wanda in tense silence.
âIâm sorry, Y/N,â she apologised, stepping forward. âI didnât mean for him to hear, I just⌠I wanted to go with you. I wanted to see your school and⌠your friends and professors. I want to be part of your life.â
You turned to her, a cross expression on your face. âI havenât seen my friends from here, any of them, in months.â
Wanda apologised again and reached for your hand, but you stepped back from her. âI really am sorry. I-I can still drive you to your party instead.â
âHe isnât going to let me go.â
She reasoned desperately, âIt doesnât matter, Iâm the one whoâs driving you.â
You made a comment referencing how strict Vision was, and Wanda silently understood the sentiment. All sheâd been hearing from him was his complaints and arguments about how irresponsible she was, letting Iryna stay without notice. He wasnât used to not having a say in everything, although Wanda hadnât even known she was coming, and he didnât let a day pass without letting her know it.Â
âI wonât force you,â Wanda spoke quietly.
âI donât have a choice,â you told her before opening the sliding door. But before you stepped into the house, you turned to look at your stepmother, who was looking up at you guiltily.Â
âYou want to talk about how much âtimeâ I have left here?â you said. âYou and dad are lucky that I come home at all. I wasnât sure about keeping my distance until the end of the semester, but Iâve made up my mind. Youâre right â Iâll be responsible.â
Wandaâs expression seemed to be racked with an incredible amount of regret and her lips parted to say something before you shut the sliding door and left without another word.
That wasnât the first time you and Wanda have argued, but it was the first time that she ever kept her distance from you rather than only the other way around. She seemed extremely troubled by your interaction with her that afternoon, and would not even look up from what she was doing to meet your eyes when you walked into any room she was in.Â
You told yourself it didnât matter, for when you left for your campusâ event, you vowed to yourself that you wouldnât be home until your Summer Break started.
Friday eventually came around and Wanda once again made attempts to be friendly with you, albeit nervous and hesitant. About twenty minutes before you had to leave, a knock came at your door while you were making your bed before you had to leave. Wanda opened the door and looked into your room, seeing your two packed luggages and your now half-empty room.Â
A certain feeling of despair settled within her as she looked at your room knowing this would be the last time until the end of your semester that sheâd see you here.Â
Quietly, she asked, âAre you ready?â
âYeah,â you answered blandly, adjusting your pillows.
âOkay. Iâll wait in the car,â your stepmother replied.Â
There was a silence that came after her words and you could see her still standing at your door. You looked up at her, seeing that she looked like she wanted to say something else. She was wearing a black floral wrap dress that reached just below her knees with a pair of black flats. Her long hair was straightened and she had earrings on, and her makeup looked really pretty on her.Â
Wanda always looked pretty when she did her makeup, especially when she had on this pinkish-brown lipstick that looked amazing on her. You recalled a time with her when she did your makeup and chose a lipstick colour for you, and you remember her giggling when she saw you blush after she talked about how beautifully certain colours would work with your complexion.
She took a breath and parted her lips, but quickly redirected her attention to your luggages. âI-Iâll take one of these down to the car for you,â she said, stepping into your bedroom and taking one of luggages. She extended the handle then wheeled it out, closing your bedroom door carefully behind her.
Itâd been months now since you and Wanda spent time together that was something more than quick exchanges of words. Going out in the evening while Vision was out at work reminded you all too much of those early months of getting to know her when she was just your dadâs girlfriend.
Wanda opened the trunk from the driverâs seat when you rounded the car with the second luggage. You lifted it into the back then shut it before walking back around and getting into the passengerâs seat. She waited for you to buckle your seatbelt before she pulled out of the driveway and started the drive to your campus.
There wasnât much conversation aside from Wanda asking if you had everything packed and if you wanted to stop for anything before she got onto the highway. Again, it was uncharacteristic of her to be so silent with you. But you didnât care. None of it was your problem until the summer.
Nearly half an hour into the drive, Wanda said with a quiet tone, âIâm sorry for how I spoke to you before in the backyard when you told me you were going to that party.â You were silent, continuing to look out the window without a word. âNot just because Vision ended up hearing about it, but also because Iâm⌠sorry for what I said.â
She continued, âMy mother told me that there was a reason you didnât want to be close with me, and that I only had to change the way I approached things with you. She told me that I was being spineless and that I had to change the way I was. Normally I wouldnât listen, but having her over my shoulder every second for the last two weeks has only reminded me of how weak-minded I am with her.â
Regretfully, she said, âEven after so long of being away from her. Iâm sorry. I should have known better, and I should have treated you better. You are very important to me, Y/N, and Iâm sorry I let anything get in the way of how much I care about you.â
You hated the warm feeling that was instilled in you by her words and you wished you could hate her instead, but you found it harder the more she apologised.
âI didnât mean anything I said,â Wanda added. âBut I do think youâre a very bright girl, Y/N. I meant that part.âÂ
Suddenly a wave of recollections from the last few days came to you, memories of what Wanda had been dealing with from both Iryna and your father. Sheâd been criticised relentlessly since she allowed for her mother to stay. If she wasnât defending her mother from Vision, who never took a liking to Iryna, then she was making attempts at defending herself and Vision from Iryna, who also never took a liking to the life Wanda made for herself.
Without really thinking, you said, âItâs fine. I forgive you. Just forget about it.â
From the corner of your eye, you saw Wanda look over at you and smile. âThank you.â
Then after a moment when sheâd looked back to the road, your stepmother confessed, âIâm really excited to be spending time with you. Itâs been such a long time, and I miss being out with you.â
The both of you decided that you wouldnât stop at your dorm and that youâd just go directly to campus then drop off your bags after. Anyways, you wanted to get the event over with, and you hoped you could use the luggages as an excuse to leave early somehow.
Wanda found a parking space behind the science wing close to one of the larger gymnasiums where the event was being held.
As you watched her step out of the car and look around, you found that she stood out from the rest of campus. It felt a bit bizarre to see her walking around in a place neither her or your dad had been before.Â
For some strange reason, there was a fondness that grew in you seeing her look around curiously, trying to take in your campus and trying to picture you walking around between classes or hanging out with friends on a bench by the parking lots or something like that. She really did want to be more involved in your life, and she desperately wished to know what you did when you were away from home.Â
You hardly ever texted her back when she messaged you when you were at school.
Wanda kept fiddling with her hair and her dress while you walked to where the event was being held, adjusting how it fell around her hips or how her sleeves looked, tucking and untucking her hair behind her ears and running her fingers through it. She seemed nervous, but more than that, she was meticulous about her appearance, though you couldnât figure out exactly who she was trying to look good for as you didnât think she expected to see anyone she knew here.
Your campusâ gymnasium was rather large, and inside was a grand array of food booths, games, and club stands. By the ceiling, the windows were cracked open to allow some ventilation, but it still smelled like a delicious medley of foods once you walked in.
One had to purchase tickets at a booth with money then exchange them to buy food and participate in any games. It was a dollar for each one, and Wanda paid for thirty tickets as you assured her that you werenât interested in playing any games and that you only wanted to buy enough food for dinner. She followed behind you, looking around at the gym and all the club stands curiously as you walked around looking for somewhere to eat.
After apologising to you in the car, Wanda began to talk a lot more with you. She led most of the conversation, which was rather rare to see her do with other people. If you were honest, you donât think youâd ever seen her as talkative with anyone but you. She talked about a lot of things from her plans for spring gardening to a book club she was thinking about joining that one of the neighbours, Dottie, mentioned to her.Â
While waiting with Wanda at the side of one of the food booths for your order, some of your friends from your political science class spotted you and approached you. At the sight of them, Wanda immediately stopped talking and moved back to your side as your friends approached.Â
Like you realised earlier, she was really not one to talk much around anyone but you.
âAre these your friends?â she asks quietly, looking at you. But you suddenly felt that you werenât in the mood to talk with Wanda and you ignored her question to greet your friends, talking about each otherâs Spring Breaks and complaints about your poli-sci class.
You talked with two of your friends about wanting to check out one of the swimming teams they were interested in and you went with them to stop by their stand while Wanda waited for the food the two of you ordered.
Eventually, one of your friends that stayed back waiting for you to return with the other two looked over at Wanda. âYou must be Y/Nâs stepmom,â she said.
Wanda felt rather elated knowing that you talked to your friends about her. She was initially rather worried about meeting your friends amongst everything else. She wanted to be part of your life and wanted to be closer with you, but a part of her also worried if there was a place for her in your personal life at all. It made her extremely happy to know that youâd mentioned her to your friends before.
She smiled and nodded. âYes, Iâm Wanda. Itâs nice to meet you,â she said and stuck her hand out for your friend to shake.
Instead of taking her hand, your friends exchanged a look in which its negative implications Wanda didnât catch onto. âWeâve heard a lot about you,â one of your other friends added, a bout of mocking humour in her tone.Â
Wanda put her hand down, feeling that they just didnât notice her hand sticking out. She just smiled, happy to be included while not really catching onto the fact that your mentioning of her was not in any way in a positive light.Â
It wasnât that you hated Wanda so much, but it was that they were just friends from poli-sci, there wasnât much to talk about besides classes and your immediate shallow issues about each otherâs personal life, and Wanda always seemed to be scratching at the back of your head at some point or another.
Your friends, feeling that they wanted to stick up for you a bit in the face of the knowledge of how your stepmother had gotten on your nerves for such a prolonged amount of time, continued the conversation, finding easy segways into abrasive comments veiled at something cordial and friendly.
âIt must be nice having Y/N out of the house,â your friend said. âShe can really loiter when she has nothing in particular she has to get done.â
âNo, I really like having her around,â Wanda replied, feeling some type of comfort talking about you to your friends. âI miss her a great deal when sheâs away.â
Another friend said innocently while Wanda was looking at the food stand, eyeing your order and waiting for it to be called out, âI know she hates being at home, so Iâm glad she has some time away.â
Wanda looked over to her. âW-What? Y/N?â
âYeah. She was sort of dreading being home for the break.â
She wanted to not feel hurt about it, for it had to be the truth. There wasnât any reason for your friends to lie to her as theyâd been nothing but extremely kind. Wanda tried not to show the hurt that spread through her chest thinking about how you hated being at home while a large portion of what she did while you were at school was to wait for you to come back.
You being at home while Iryna was staying with her brought her comfort, and she hated to think that you never wanted to be there.
The person tending to the food stand called out the number of your order and she blinked out of her brief stupor and took the food from the stand, muttering out a âthank youâ before rejoining your friends. At that moment, you returned with your other friends and quickly said goodbye to them as they planned to sign up for a rowing club together for the summer semester.
Wanda looked at you, trying somehow to read in your expression any sort of hint of what sheâd just been told being true. When you looked at her and took your half of your food from her, she looked away.
âLetâs go eat outside. Thereâs a quieter place by the orchard,â you told her, and Wanda followed behind you, carrying her food and a water bottle while you carried your own. She watched you from behind as if somehow sheâd uncover your thoughts staring at your back.
Again, Wanda was uncharacteristically quiet when the two of you settled together at a wooden picnic table amongst cherry blossom trees. Now that it was spring, you thought the orchard looked beautiful, and even moreso now that the sun was setting and the sky was painted a mirage of purple and orange, hinting towards a rather hot day tomorrow.
Indirectly trying to figure out what seemed to upset her, you asked, âWhat, um⌠were you and Iryna fighting about? Like, that afternoon I talked to you.â
âOhâŚâ She fiddled with her fork and poked at her food. Then she looked up and smiled reassuringly. âIt was silly, I just brought up something from Pietroâs and my childhood that she didnât enjoy hearing my thoughts about.â
âShe sounded angry.â
âI didnât mean to bother you with that,â she said regretfully.
You took a bite of your food and you saw Wanda watch you for a moment, looking a bit forlorn, before she forked a bit of her own dinner into her mouth. After swallowing, you inquired, âDoes she usually get angry like that? It seems like sheâs always mad about something.â
Your stepmother responded, âIâm sorry for how things have been at home; I know you donât like Iryna. She hasnât been very kind to me either. I had a very hard childhood.â It seemed to you that Wanda was avoiding answering your questions. Sheâd gone from discussing every detail in her life, excited to share things about her personal life with you, to becoming completely evasive and almost worried about saying too much.
After hearing that you hated being at home, Wanda didnât want to burden you with the weight of what was going on in a place you never wanted to be at. Though if she was honest, she also felt fairly saddened knowing how you felt, and now felt much less jovial than she was before.
The drive to your dorm was much less awkward than it was slightly distressing. You wished you knew what was on Wandaâs mind. Youâd never seen her so⌠down. It was different from how she was before. For the entirety of the ride, you didnât think once about hating her or yourself for the sentiment and concern you felt for her.Â
Seeing her act so different made you realise how much you relied on her for the eternal peace she brought, her warm embrace available to you with her open arms, the hopeful meeting of her eyes with yours and her attempts at becoming close with you, even if you had been purposefully avoiding her since her wedding months ago.
And most of all, there was an indescribable hollow feeling that came with watching such a warm light glow so dim.
Your dormitory buildingâs parking lot was emptier than usual as most people were planning to come back from their breaks after the weekend. Not even your roommates were home yet.
There was a strange comfort that your stepmother brought you as she walked down the hall beside you into your building, seeing her carry one of your luggages and looking around. You waited for an elevator together then took it up to the fourth floor where your place was.
You felt Wanda watching as you unlocked the door and despite how quiet sheâd been, you could practically feel her curiosity emanating off of her as she waited to see your place. You let her in first and you watched as she looked around, taking note of the decor and wondering what was yours and what belonged to your roommates.Â
After the both of you left your shoes by the closed front door, you led Wanda into the hallway where your rooms were. She trailed behind you silently with your luggage wheeling behind her and stepped into your room once you turned on the light and wheeled the luggage in your hand by your desk. You took off your jacket and laid it on the back of your desk chair before hanging your keys up.
Wanda followed suit and moved your last luggage over to where yours was, still obviously curious about your room and all your things. It was much more decorated here than at home, and it was different seeing someplace you obviously loved being in evident by the care you put into adorning the walls with posters from your favourite movies and shows, covering your shelves with books and little trinkets and gifts.
Standing in your bedroom made her feel like she was in the centre of your life and although it made her happy to some degree taking so much of you in, Wanda also felt a bit downcast looking around and finding nothing she was familiar with â things about you she didnât know before now.
There was a realisation coming up behind her that would soon tell her that she simply just had to accept that she wasnât as close with you as she thought she was, and that she likely wouldnât ever return to the kind of affection she used to share with you, even if only completely platonic.Â
âIâm sorta thirsty,â you said, the breaking of the silence making Wanda look over at you. âIâm gonna make hot chocolate. Do you want some?â
âSure,â she replied with a small thankful smile.Â
You led her to sit down on your bed while you went to the kitchen.Â
Her hands laid flat against your bedspread, feeling how soft it was while she looked around your room. At the sight of a photo on your dressing table, she stood up and walked towards it.Â
It was a framed picture of you and your friends together at someoneâs place, and it looked like it was for Christmas.Â
Wanda remembered that Christmas; she remembered arguing with her mother over the phone about her fatherâs death which occurred sometime around the holidays and how Vision cared little, if at all, about her not being entirely present. She remembered waiting for you to come back home.Â
You didnât come back until Christmas Eve, and left on the second of January.Â
Textbooks lined your shelves along with some other books Wanda recognized from your bedroom. She looked at your plants and your desk, your pens and your calendar, and though she was painfully curious about all of it, it still hurt her a great deal looking at a life she had no part in.Â
Maybe it was selfish.Â
You returned with two mugs of hot chocolate and Wanda straightened and smiled at you, thanking you and taking her own into her hands. It wasnât too hot, so she took a small sip of it before setting it down on your desk, which wasnât too far from her spot on your bed.
You remained standing, leaning on your nightstand and sort of looking around drinking your hot chocolate. Then after a few moments of silence, you found the confidence in yourself to ask, âIf you donât mind, um, why was it hard? Your childhood. You said earlier that it was.â
âI donât want to put a damper on your time away from home, Y/N,â Wanda told you and looked up. âI should⌠probably leave and stop pestering you with my being here.â She stood up and you reached over and took her hand.Â
âWell, I wanna know,â you insisted, perhaps a bit assertively, but you wanted to instil in her the knowledge that she wasnât going to bother you, and a feeling that you wanted to know what was on her mind without explicitly saying you were curious about what was bothering her.
She regarded you for a little bit and you looked at her in return while she was weighing whether or not she should involve you in things she wished sheâd never exposed you to. But it was true â Wanda had a difficult time saying no to you.
âIt was hard because she has never been any less authoritative than she is now, even in my younger years,â she finally answered.
You carefully let go of her and set your mug down, then took a seat on the bed and in your silent eye contact with her, gestured that she sit down too.Â
Almost hesitantly, Wanda obliged and sat down beside you.Â
âHow does Pietro deal with it?â you asked.
She put her hands in her lap and looked down at her knees. âNo, Pietro was different,â she answered. âPietro was always the perfect son. He did not have to worry about my mother being the way that she is with me, cynical and judgemental, because heâd always been mamaâs pride.â
Wanda added, âWe are very close. He went to the wedding and I talk with him often, but⌠yes, we had vastly different childhoods.â
âSo, you had to deal with her on your own?â
She nodded and drew patterns against her knee with her fingernail, not looking up. âHer expectations, her criticisms,â she replied. âCould you believe that sheâs been saying the same things to me all my life? Things that weigh down on me now Iâve heard her say since I was fourteen.â
Iryna was indeed harsh. You remembered how she called Wanda an âunaccomplished housewife,â and youâd hardly even known her at the time.Â
âI wanted to make my mother happy, and Iâve done everything sheâs asked me to. I married a man who provides for me and I have a family,â Wanda said. âAnd still⌠Iâm still not enough for her.â
You couldnât tell if you felt more angry with Iryna or sad for Wanda. All you knew was that there was a terrible pit in your stomach listening to Wanda recount her experiences with her mother.Â
âThe days leading up to the wedding, I kept thinking about how happy she would be once she saw me achieving what sheâd always wanted for me. I imagined her helping me with the wedding planning and her finally telling me that she was proud of me. But she didnât even come. I begged her to, I told her sheâd enjoy being there, and even that Pietro was coming. Then she visits, out of nowhere, after having not even mentioned wanting to see me since the first year I immigrated to America. And all she can do is pick apart my life; nothing I do is good enough for her. But I wish something was.â
Though you felt slightly useless for it, you took Wandaâs hand. Sheâd never talked about her mother before, not even when the two of you were together. She wrapped her fingers around your hand and you felt reassured in your action.Â
And then Wanda was⌠She was crying. Her tears fell against your hand and she raised her other to her face, wiping her tears but mostly hiding herself from you, ashamed of taking advantage of your patience.Â
âWandaâŚâ you whispered. âItâs okay.â She tried to move away when you wrapped your arm around her shoulders, upset with herself for being so pitiful as to cry in front of you. But you insisted and your arm rounded her shoulders tightly, your other hand squeezing hers.Â
Eventually she moved into your embrace, leaning her head against your chest and crying into you. It came to her how unfulfilled she felt and how much she was disappointing everyone, especially you. She felt like a child for being so upset. She felt pathetic. She wished she was more capable, more competent in being a better wife, a better daughter, a better stepmother.Â
You let go of her hand and wrapped both arms around her, enveloping her in a secure embrace while you hushed her softly against the side of her head.
She wiped her tears from her cheeks then straightened a little in your arms to be able to look up at you. âIâm sorry,â she said.Â
âDonât apologise,â you told her and dropped one of your arms to allow her more space to move.Â
âNo, not about that, IâŚâ Wanda sniffled and took a breath before meeting your eyes. âY/N, I didnât mean to hurt you. I justâ I couldnât be with you. Iâm much past the age I was supposed to be to get married and have children. You have no idea how badly I wanted toâŚâ
She trailed off then looked back up and continued, âBut I needed to make something of myself. Iâm thirty-two now, and youâre a college student. I felt like it was time I did something serious for myself. I needed to settle with a husband and have children. But I was happy we could stay together. I wanted to stay close with you, but you didnât want to. You still donât want anything to do with me.â
A sense of anxiety came over you when Wanda began to talk about her history with you. You werenât ready to discuss what had happened between the two of you back then, and the heavy feeling of rejection came back up your throat as if the day their engagement was announced to you was only yesterday.Â
You stood up, taking your arms off of her and stepping back. âI-I think you should leave.â
Wanda sniffled and stood up, wiping her eyes once more and moving towards you. âI donât want to leave. I want to stay and talk with you. I want to be here with you,â she confessed.
âI canât talk about this, Wanda,â you said. She took your hand and prevented you from moving back from her any further.Â
She insisted, âYou donât have to talk. Just listen.âÂ
When you finally met her eyes and shut your mouth, waiting for her to speak, Wanda took a breath. Then she spoke, âThereâs a lot I have to apologise for in how I treated you and how I handled things with you. Iâm sorry for throwing away the trust that Iâd earned from you. Iâm sorry for thinking that youâd just follow along with the decision I made without telling you about it first. Iâm sorry for putting some nonexistent, childish desire to please my mother over you. I shouldâve treated you with the respect that you deserve.â
Wanda looked into your eyes for a few silent moments, seemingly gaining some sort of confidence before her voice broke as she said, âI miss you so much. I think about you all the time when youâre away at school, and even when youâre home. I wish you would forgive me. I wish you would give me your attention.â
She inhaled and while you were frozen, she stepped towards you again so she was standing close in front of you. âI know itâs selfish. I know Iâm selfish. But I want you to forgive me.â
Your legs felt weak.
Would it be a bad time to faint?
âIâm supposed to say that I would understand and that I would be okay if you never forgave me and if you hated me, and I would try, but I wouldnât be able to,â Wanda confessed. She had all her cards face-up on the table. There was no point in hiding now. âPlease forgive me.â
You looked at her with uncertainty, or perhaps a blank expression. You couldnât imagine what you looked like now. All you could come to comprehend was the look on Wandaâs face, the desperation in her eyes, and you could feel the way she squeezed your hand.
âWandaâŚâ you whispered. âI donât know what to do.â
She took one final step towards you and cupped the side of your face with her warm hand. âLet me show you,â she said softly, her eyes on yours as she leaned forward. Her lips met yours and her eyes closed along with yours.Â
Itâd been so long.
Your hand lifted to her lower back and pulled her against you carefully as Wandaâs soft lips moved against yours, the very slow speed of her kiss full of impassioned fragility. You walked forwards and Wanda followed, taking steps back until the back of her knees met with your bed. She sat down and parted from the kiss.
She looked up at you as you stood in front of her and she tucked her hands under your shirt. She lifted it slowly and uncovered your stomach before pressing soft kisses there. One hand held your shirt up while the other ran up your side gently, her delicate fingers brushing against your skin and leaving shivers in their wake.
âCome sit down,â Wanda muttered against your skin then lifted her head to look at you again. You sat beside her and she lowered herself onto her knees so you were looking down at her. Her hands ran up your clothed thighs, her eyes not leaving yours for a moment until they darted down to your buttoned jeans.Â
Slowly, her hands moved up further and she undid your jeans, her head lolling to the side and resting against your knee.Â
From this angle, you could see down Wandaâs dress and at her white bralette, its delicate lace resting against her soft breasts and her nipples hardened against her dress. You swallowed, feeling your cheeks flush as your stepmother slipped your jeans with your panties down to your ankles and tugging them off. She pushed them to the side and moved herself between your thighs, revealing your glistening pussy.Â
She gave you one more look and a gentle smile before moving forward and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your cunt. Her hands moved up your hips, one moving to flatten against your lower back and the other slipping back down to rub your bare thigh.Â
Her tongue darted out and flicked at the hood of your clit, making you inhale sharply. Her tongue extended and she flattened it against your clit, the tip of it brushing deftly against your opening.
You saw her eyebrows push together as your flavour spread against her tongue. The hand against your back rounded your hip and she laid it against your stomach, gently pushing you back onto your elbows to allow her more access to you.Â
Eagerly, she delved deeper, her head burying itself further between your thighs. Her tongue teased at your opening before her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking softly then loosening to apply suction to your entire pussy. She released a few times with gentle pops then ran her tongue up your cunt and through your folds that became stickier by the second.
Your hand came to the back of your head and you entangled your fingers with her hair, looking down your stomach at her as she ate you out. âFuck, Wanda, you look so pretty,â you uttered and you sort of saw her blush, and that made you smile.
Wandaâs hand came to your lower stomach and her thumb began rubbing circles against your clit while her mouth moved south, her tongue sliding itself in and out of your hole, coaxing herself further and further into you as she switched between having her tongue inside you and flicking it against the rim of your opening.
Her eyes opened and green eyes met yours with a chilling focus and you could swear you nearly started choking on the air you were breathing.Â
Jesus Christ.Â
Your fingers tightened around her hair and used it as a means to keep her pressed against your pussy while your hips began to buck upwards, grinding your cunt against her face. Each time you moved yourself upwards, Wandaâs lips parted momentarily from you and you could hear the wet suckling of her lips from around your pussy.
Your head was thrown back when she lifted herself from her heels and moved onto her knees. Both of her hands came to your ass, lifting you up against her as she ate you out with an indescribable fervour after growing impatient with the way you kept pulling your cunt away from her mouth with your thrusting.
âCome in my mouth, Y/N,â she breathed against you, her words muffled. âIâm here for you.â
Your orgasm coiled tight in your stomach and it took only a harsh pressure from Wandaâs thumb for you to finally come against her chin and mouth. Your walls constricted around her tongue and her thumb maintained its flicks against your clit.Â
Slowly, as you came down from your high, Wandaâs thumb ceased its actions and she carefully began cleaning you up, careful not to overstimulate you. She slid her hands out underneath you and watched you from between your thighs as you caught your breath, her fingers wiping at her chin and around her mouth.Â
There was a momentary feeling of doubt that came over her, the idea that perhaps youâd just send her home feeling worse than she ever had while feeling no less affectionate towards her as you did an hour ago. But you moved yourself onto your hands and leaned down to her, cupping her cheeks with her hair between your fingers.Â
You kissed her lips after angling her face up and Wanda closed her eyes, still on her knees as you sat in front of her. One hand moved down and you wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her up so she was on her feet.Â
Parting from the kiss, you buried yourself in her breasts, pressing kisses up the soft swells that made the sweetest little moans leave your stepmother while your hands did quick work of undoing her dress. Wandaâs hand rested on your shoulders, fingers playing with your hair a little bit.Â
Your hands lifted to her sleeves and pulled them down her arms. Her dress fell to the floor and left Wanda in her bra and underwear in front of you. You trailed gentle kisses up from her lower stomach, your hands following along with your lips as they moved up her sides, squeezing her gently, possessively, until your lips reached the valley of her breasts.Â
Standing from the bed, your hand went to the side of her neck and supported her head as you delved into her neck, kissing her there and sucking gently at her pulse point. âYouâre the most beautiful woman Iâve ever known,â you told her.
Wanda buried her face in shoulder, overcome by your compliments and feeling her eyes well up from the sheer joy she felt being with you. She was led onto the bed and you kissed her hip when she was on her knees before she laid onto her back, her hair spread out against your pillows. She watched as you dug through your nightstand, eyes following as you lifted a strap and its harness out.
Teasingly, you moved the tip of the cock to her face and ran it down the line of her jaw and you and Wanda exchanged a humoured smile before you kissed her forehead. She watched in admiration as you stepped into the harness and fastened it around your hips. Then you undressed in front of her until you were completely bare and Wanda felt her heart skip several beats.
When you leaned over and kissed her while you got onto the bed on top of Wanda, she lifted her hands to your body, one hand brushing against your breasts and the other running up your side as one would caress a work of art.Â
You kissed her cheek and trailed kisses down to the corner of your stepmotherâs jaw. Your hands rounded her body and unclipped her bra, then discarded it somewhere onto the floor. With two hands, you groped her breasts then squeezed them together before running your tongue over each erect nipple, feeling pride in the way Wandaâs breathing quickened.
âTurn around and stick your ass up in the air,â you told her. She obeyed immediately, her hands wrapped around the top of your pillow, her back arched and her ass stuck up for you.
You moved onto your knees, hands running up her hips then down the sides of her thighs, taking with you her panties. They were slid from her ankles and you lowered yourself to part her pussy with your thumbs, making Wanda hum in embarrassment into your pillow and bury her face into it.Â
âTell me that you know you have a pretty pussy, Wanda,â you instructed, looking up over the curve of her ass to look at her. She turned her head and uncovered her face.
âI⌠I have a pretty pussy,â she repeated bashfully.Â
You smiled then patted her beautiful pink folds with your fingers, making her flinch forward slightly. âThatâs right. Smart girl.â
Slowly, you slid your strap between her thighs then rounded your hips to her between her thighs where you pressed the tip of your cock up against her core. You carefully thrusted against her cunt until she became slick with her juices.
Wandaâs eyebrows stitched together and her lips parted to release her tiny moans, her fingers tightening around your pillows at the feeling of your cock rubbing against her delicate cunt. Then you slid your cock into her hole and began thrusting. Her eyes screwed shut and her moans became louder.Â
âIs this okay? Do you like that?â
âYes,â she breathed out.
You pressed, âAre you sure?â
âYes, yes,â she said hastily, then reached back to tap your hips with her fingers. âFaster, I want it faster. Donât be gentle, Y/N. I can take it for you. I can take anything for you. Fuck me hard.â
You wrapped your arms around her hips and jerked her body back against you while you thrusted your hips forward into her bare ass. Your leg was lifted up around her thigh and pulled you against her further, giving you more leverage to fuck down into her pussy.Â
Her ass bounced beautifully each time you rutted against her, skin slapping rapidly as you fucked your stepmother. She moaned noisily, half her face shrouded from being pressed against her pillow. She whimpered and squealed when you took a handful of her ass and squeezed painfully before delivering a harsh slap to the delicate flesh.
You spanked her over and over until the soft ivory of her skin became a flushed red. You took pleasure in the way Wanda cried out at the feeling of being hit by you.Â
Driven by the sounds of her cries, you spanked her one more time then took her hair into your fist, pulling her up and forcing Wanda to put her arms out and hold herself up, arching her back and applying more pressure onto your hips from her ass. Her hand reached back further and she placed it flat against your lower back, encouraging your thrusts.Â
With your one arm still wrapped securely around her hips, holding her in place, you let go of her hair and took her wrist instead with your free hand and pulled her backwards, arching her back almost painfully and only pulling her back against your hips further.
âTake my cock, Wanda,â you grunted. âFuck. Take it just like that, stupid slut.â
âI love your cock, Y/N,â she whined. âL-Love your cock.â
You watched as her breasts bounced with every one of your thrusts and you let go of her wrist to grope one, twisting one of her nipples and making her mewl something high-pitched and desperate.Â
Your hand rounded her body and you shoved her forward so her face was pressed back down into your pillow. Your hands wrapped around her hips and took hold of her body, fucking her pussy on your cock like she was a lifeless little fucktoy.Â
Her hands grasped at the bed sheets, pleasure coming over her body in overwhelming waves and making Wanda into nothing but your cockdrunk slut, whining and crying out your name, whimpering with every harsh thrust into her pussy.
âY/N!â she cried out when she felt her walls begin to squeeze around your strap. âAh! Iâm going to come, Y/Nââ Her words were cut off when she came around you, her loud moans reducing into a long cry that was constricted even further into tiny squeals.Â
Her sweaty body fell forward and she attempted to catch her breath until you continued fucking into her. âN-No more, Y/N, I canât,â she pleaded, trying to pull away from you and move herself off of your cock.
You pulled her arm back and lifted her up before sliding your cock out of her.Â
âPlease, I canât do anymore, IâmââÂ
You cut off Wandaâs pleads with a harsh kiss and she immediately melted into your arms, letting you turn her body and press her back against the adjacent wall your bed was pressed up against. You lifted her thigh up and positioned yourself between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around your waist and you thrusted yourself back into her.Â
An arm snaked around her waist and you helped her bounce on your cock while you thrusted forward against her, her upper back pressed against your wall. Her arms wrapped around your neck for support as you started fucking her against the wall, her breasts pressed against yours and her head lolled forward, her forehead slick with her sweat laying against your cheek.
âYouâre gonna take my fucking cock, dirty slut,â you bit, grunting into her ear. âIâll fuck you whenever I please. Wonât you let me, mommy? Wonât you let your special girl use your slutty pussy whenever I want?âÂ
âY-Yes, yes, Y/N,â Wanda answered. âYou can take what you want. Iâm yours.â
Your hand moved between your bodies and you squeezed Wandaâs breast before you ducked your head down and wrapped your lips around one of her nipples. She sighed out at the heavenly feeling, opening her eyes just enough to be able to see you suckling greedily at her through the mess of her damp hair.
Her orgasm quickly built up again and her fingernails clawed at your upper back, feeling that this orgasm was creeping up stronger than the last. âIâm close, Y/N,â she whispered, her throat sore from crying out.
âCome for me, mommy,â you told her, biting down on her nipple and making her yelp out. Then you lifted your head and kissed her cheek to grunt into her ear, âShow your sweet babygirl how much you love her big thick cock fucking your tight little pussy.â
Wandaâs hand slid up to the back of your head and she held you in place, loving the feeling of having you close to her. Her head lolled back against the wall and she let you scratch at her hips and grope her breasts, bite down on her neck and pull her hair.
The pressure in her lower stomach finally snapped and Wanda partially-muffled her pleasured screams with her face buried in your neck, allowing you to hear each break in the outcries of her orgasm, the way she called out your name, each syllable ghosting against the tip of her tongue as she spoke it through her release. Her thighs tightened around your hips, keeping you in place.
With her arms squeezed around you, her sweaty body warm and breathing hard against your own, you suddenly felt overcome by a wave of emotion.
When you lifted your head to see Wanda after having come down from her high with her head laying against your shoulder, her messy strands of hair against her damp forehead and her mascara mostly gone and slightly smudged under her eyes, her lipstick faded and likely spread across your own face, you felt that youâd never seen anything so beautiful.
âAre you feeling alright?�� you asked.Â
âIâm so happy,â she replied quietly, her eyes closed. âI love being with you.â
With a smile, you lifted her from the wall and laid her down on the bed, letting her breathing steady for a moment while you removed the harness from around your hips and laid it down on the floor.
âThat tired me out,â she huffed when you laid yourself on top of her.
âOld woman,â you teased and buried your face in her neck, kissing up to her jaw. âWho knew youâd be so good at eating pussy?â
She grinned slyly albeit with a twinge of fatigue that made her look so cute. âYou couldnât have guessed?â
âWhat was your time in college like? Were you as much of a slut then as you are now?â
Wanda laughed and you kissed the corner of her mouth, adoring the way she looked when she smiled. âBigger.â
âNo way.â
She laughed harder. âIâm kidding.â
âDude. I was ready with several questions if you were actually more slutty then than you are now. Because I mean⌠damn.â
âY/N,â Wanda giggled.
âIâm joking. I think youâre amazing, you know?âÂ
You kissed her temple, letting your lips linger for a couple moments while Wanda closed her eyes, letting herself feel loved.Â
When you pulled away, she opened them and met your eyes. âI know.â
âCool,â you said and laughed through your nose. You slipped off of her and helped Wanda get under the blankets before you followed. Carefully, you removed her earrings and reached over her to set them down on the nightstand. Then you kissed her.Â
Wandaâs hands came to the sides of your face, her thumbs rubbing your cheekbones gently, adoringly. She pecked your lips one more time when you pulled away. âI want to wake up with your hands on me. I want to be yours even in my sleep.â
âYouâd like that, mommy?â you teased lightheartedly.
Wanda flushed and looked away, but you kissed her cheek and you felt the corner of her lips pull up into a smile against your own. âIt makes me blush when you call me that.â
âStay the night,â you told her. âDonât leave.â
âReally? Here?â
You nodded.
She asked, âOn the couch?â
âNo,â you laughed. âHere. Right here. With me.â
Wanda regarded you with soft eyes and a small smile, feeling so filled with love and admiration for you. Then she said, âYouâre going to regret doing this with me, Y/N. Maybe not tonight when you wake up and find me still here laying with you, or tomorrow, but someday you will.â
âWhat? What are you talking about?â you asked and moved onto your elbow.
âIt is no life for someone as young as you with so many other opportunities to find something better, to choose a life with someone older. Someone like me. Even if only for a short while.â
You shook your head immediately and Wanda cupped your cheek with your hand, telling you that she understood and that it was okay. But you brushed her hand off of you and looked down at her seriously. âWanda, this isnât just going to be a short while. I⌠I want this. I want you.â
âYou donât want me.â
âI do,â you insisted sternly. She shook her head and looked away. You placed your hand on the side of her face and made her look at you. âWhy are you doing that? Why donât you believe me?â
âAll I do is disappoint people, Y/N. You donât think that, at some point, my mother had faith in me? And everyone who ever thought Iâd be more than what I am now? And you?â
You rubbed at your eyes with the back of your hand, feeling yourself tear up.Â
âDonât cry, baby, please,â Wanda said, reaching up to wipe your tears. But you sat up out of her reach and looked down at her.
âThis is real, Wanda,â you told her and dropped your hands into your lap. âItâs real. How I feel about you is real. It isnât just going to be something thatâll go away when you make a mistake or when things get hard. Iâm not going to go anywhere.â She looked up at you, seemingly astonished. âYouâre not going to get rid of me. Iâm not going to let you.â
She whispered your name quietly, but you continued, âI donât care what you think will happen. I want to be with you.â
You mustâve started crying at some point because Wanda sat up and wrapped her arms around you, rubbing her hand up and down your back, hushing you softly and holding you close to her. Your tears warmed her bare shoulder and you hugged your arms around her.Â
âOkay, I believe you, Y/N,â she said.
âNo, you donât. Youâre just saying that to make me stop crying.â
Wanda pulled away and looked at you. âNo, Iâm not. I believe you,â she asserted. Her arms unwrapped from around your shoulders and she held your face in her hands. âThank you.â
It was when your tears finally dried that you saw that Wanda was crying too. You leaned forward and kissed her. âYou wonât leave? In the middle of the night or something?â you asked. She shook her head.Â
Wanda laid back down in your bed and you followed after turning the lamp on your bedside table off. You wrapped her arms around her body the moment you sunk down in bed with her, your bare bodies sharing in each otherâs warmths under the blankets.Â
âI love you,â you promised.
She replied, âI love you too.â
Wrapped in your body and feeling filled to the brim with your promises of love and commitment, Wanda was kept up in your bed after you fell asleep as she basked in the scent of you, the silence of your bedroom, the sound of your breathing.Â
Iryna always had the power of making Wanda feel like a child, of a wandering daydreamer with an overly-sensitive spirit set on a path of following her heart and nothing more.
Maybe her mother was right about her.
And for the first time in all her life, Wanda felt proud about that.
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BEST I EVER HAD â uchinaga aeri x f!reader
youâve had enough of your cold and distant girlfriend. finally deciding to turn the tables on her, you hope she learns her lesson.
TAGS â angst but crack, fluff, popular!aeri, slight jealousy, aeri is lowk an attention whore ngl, cursing, mentions of drinking
WORDCOUNT â 2.1k
NOTE ; a celebratory fic for 900 followers, thank you for all the support you guys have given me âĄ
aeri and giselle are two different people. giselle; yonseiâs queen bee, the exchange student from japan whose good looks and fiery personality attracts everyone. sheâs someone that every student either has a crush on, or wants to be friends with. cold and indifferent, yet still manages to gain the interest of many. some see her as a challenge, others as eye candy for motivation.
youâve experienced this very personaâ her hateful glares, sharp tongue and harsh words. itâs almost a weekly tradition.
on the other hand, she could easily turn back into aeri. your aeri. the one you fell in love with; her kind gestures, sparkling childish eyes and puffy cheeks when sheâs acting cute. youâve experienced this too and you prefer aeri over giselle any day.
itâs unfortunate that giselle seems to be taking over aeri, and you have to say truthfully, that youâve been disliking your girlfriend more and more.
ây/n,â she mutters, âiâm not doing this with you right now.â
your gaze hardens.
âthen when should we do this?â you ask.
aeriâ no, giselle scoffs, âwe wouldnât need to be standing out here, in pouring rain, if you would just keep quiet.â
you hate this. you hate her cold, almost frozen words. you hate her distant personality. you hate her unresponsiveness. you hate the disappointment that she makes you feel, the uncaring and unloving side of her.
you hate giselle.
âhe was flirting with you. imagine if i wasnât there, what would he do? put his hands on you? obviously i would say something. you wouldnât like it if someone was flirting with me right? unnie, can you understand me?â
giselle frowns, âthat doesnât matter. you should have just kept quiet. now itâs gonna be awkward when i go back in.â
you canât believe her words. youâre standing out in the rain, freezing cold, and she plans to go back into the bar to continue drinking with her friends? and that guy that keeps flirting with her? are his intentions not clear to your girlfriend?
âyouâre gonna just go back in? donât you understand how Iâm feeling right now?â
âtruthfully, i donât.â
all you can feel is shame. no longer do you feel disappointment at her words. how could you be disappointed when you had no expectations? you feel ashamed. ashamed for letting yourself be willingly thrown aside for so long. ashamed for letting giselle treat you however she wanted. ashamed that you had such low standards for a partner.
âif you go back into that bar, i canât promise you that your stuff at my place wonât be thrown out in the garbage.â
giselle widens her eyesâ of course, itâs the first time youâve said this. itâs the first time youâve managed to fight back against her. you finally realise how much of a dog sheâs been treating you.
ây/n, this⌠are you drunk?â
âno? i think youâre drunk, honestly. you can go back into that bar, itâs your choice. at least when our relationship is over, youâll blame yourself, not me,â you say tiredly, tossing giselleâs jacket back to her, âyou can keep this. iâll just take public transport.â
your girlfriend, stunned, almost fails to catch her jacket. sheâs rooted to the ground, jaw almost dislocated at how hard sheâs gaping.
âunnie, go back into that bar, i donât want to talk to you anymore.â
âhey wait,â her voice turns into a worried tone, one youâre painfully familiar with, âdarling, are you being serious? youâll fall sick. the walk back to your apartment isnât sheltered.â
her eyes are filled with concern, contrast to the aloofness present in them a moment ago. you donât dare to look at her any longer, for if you do, you might just forgive her too easily.
you turn away from her, only taking a few steps in the rain before getting pulled back.
ây/n, are you being for real? donât walk in the rain, fuck.â
âwhen do you care about my well-being? go back to your friends, unnie. iâm tired.â
aeri rubs her neck nervously, her eyebrows furrowing.
âif youâre tired, shouldnât i call a cabâŚ?â her voice is shaking, wavering at every word that comes out. you take a good look at her.
huh, you think, she sobers up quick.
âunnie,â you finally say, âletâs take a break.â
âwhat?â she questions incredously.
you purse your lips together, not explaining further.
âiâll get going now. text me when you reach home,â you say and swiftly jump into a random cab on the street. meanwhile, your girlfriend stands outside the bar, shocked and confused.
âwhat the fuck did she mean?â aeri cries, âa break? are we breaking up? did we break up?â
minjeong and jimin only exchange glances. yizhuo is the only one who replies, âyouâre just too much for her, i guess.â
âher whole personality did a 180 though? and i was being a little stupid but she wants a break? does she not love me anymore?â
the eldest adds in, âmaybe itâs a build up, yâknow. slowly you just became unappealing to her.â
aeri looks a second away from crying.
âunappealing?!â
âi donât think unnie meant it like that!â minjeong quickly reassures her, âi think y/n is just taking some time for herself. you were treating her a little unkindlyâŚâ
the japanese girl only wails in anguish. her current state was so pitiful that her friends felt bad. they were of course on your side, but aeri was just so depressed that they felt sympathy towards her. she constantly looked like a kicked puppy whenever youâd reject her skinship.
itâs only been a week since you left her at that bar but aeri was struggling hard.
âhow do i fix this? she doesnât even look upset without meâŚâ aeri asks desperately. so desperately that her friends all wince.
âah⌠maybe y/n is giving you the same treatment you gave her? i mean, throughout the relationship, she didnât really complain much even though i think if you were my girlfriend, i would have slapped you already,â yizhuo supplies.
aeriâs head turns so suddenly and sharply that her friends are startled. originally, her face had been on the table, almost sobbing at her now girlfriend-less life. aeri had forced her friends meet her in some starbucks, saying that you and her would always come here.
âfuck,â she mutters, âwas i a bad girlfriend?â
ânot bad, just questionable.â
âi think you should really talk to y/n and apologise.â
âyeah you were an asshole.â aeri flops back onto the table with a resounding groan.
thatâs how aeri ends up on the doorstep of your apartment, flowers in one hand, and takeout from your favourite sushi place in the other.
her heart was beating out of her chest, in fear of your rejection once more. since the day you left, you only replied to a third of her messages, which mostly consisted of her asking if you had eaten or whether you wanted to hang out. you had avoided every chance to see her, except for once when she had showed up at your apartment even after you said you were busy.
aeri didnât believe that you didnât miss her. after spending so long together, there wasnât a chance where you wouldnât miss your girlfriend, right? aeri was certain that you would have run back into her arms after being distant for a day.
she was terribly wrong.
your socials, story updates, everything, showed no sign of missing her. was this a break? or a break up?
her hands trembled as she reached for your door, knocking on it.
ây/nâŚâ aeri mumbled, âitâs unnieâŚâ
the door almost swung open instantly and aeri was greeted by the sight of you with bed hair, unkempt pyjamas and behind you, bottles of soju accompanied by one of your friends sleeping on the couch.
âaeri unnie? what are you doing here?â you ask.
you looked frazzled. why would she show up randomly? was she here to finally break things off? of course you had already come to terms with it. with the way she was acting, maybe she had already decided to stop caring.
ây/n, i miss you. when will this be over?â
her words shock you. when was your girlfriend ever this open with her affection during your relationship? was it your absence that finally allowed her to see what she was missing?
âiâm sorry unnie, i still need time for myself.â
that were your last words to aeri. the last time she had ever heard your voice in person. after that day, you seemed more determined to avoid her. sometimes even missing lessons that aeri would know of. you had heard from one of your classmates that aeri would stand outside the lecture hall, waiting for you to come out.
her actions seemed so strange to you then. how could your girlfriend suddenly turn into a different person? she was someone who cared deeply for her reputation, so why would she willingly turn into some whipped girlfriend?
maybe you were starting to become a sadist, because whenever your friends would tell you about aeriâs desperation, it only delighted you more.
to say that you were exhilarated to see aeri at your door once again, holding a bouquet of flowers with your favourite food, it was an understatement.
âunnie? what are you doing here?â you ask, grocery bags in your hand.
aeriâs eyes light up when she sees you, her lips twitching into a nervous smile.
âi came here to talk.â
talk? you think, unnieâs so strange. sheâs never wanted to talk before.
âah, you must have been waiting out here long, come in.â
aeriâs heart nearly leapt out of her chest when you invited her in. maybe she could finally beg for your forgivenessâŚ
your apartment seems so refreshing to be in. aeri regrets not cherishing her time spent here enough. the walls are decorated with memories from your childhood to college years. from baby photos to photos with friends and aeri. the bookshelves are lined with books that you have collected from the past few years in yonsei, developing a love for reading after becoming friends with minjeong, who also was a bookworm.
plants that you have cared for surround the living room. everything in your apartment reminded aeri of you. while aeri admires the space, you finish putting away all the groceries and return to the living room, only to see aeri spacing out.
âunnie? are you okay?â you ask. aeri turns to you, teary.
ây/n,â she places the takeout on the coffee table and sits on the couch, eyes reddening, âiâm sorry.â
âhuh?â
aeri chokes out, âiâm sorry for being such an asshole to you while we were dating. i donât know whatâs wrong with me. you should have been my first priority, not my reputation, not my friends.â
âunnie, your happiness is your top priority,â you say, sitting down on the couch as well.
âmy happiness is you. i donât know why that took me so long to realise but youâve always been the one that made me the happiest,â aeri sobs, âiâm so sorry for treating you like that. you deserve way better than how i was. please donât leave me. iâll become better for you.â
your girlfriend starts crying into her hands. you start to tear up too, not from sadness but happiness, that sheâs finally caring.
âdo you want a hug?â you open your arms. aeri almost flies into your embrace, her face sniffling into your collarbone.
you pat her back gently, âall iâve ever wanted was for you to care. iâm glad you want to be better for me. i wonât leave you.â you want to add an apology in there too, for making her suffer during this break, but it feels like you were going back to your old ways.
âi missed you so much.â
âi missed you too, unnie. i felt really hurt when you threw me aside.â
you can feel aeriâs lips forming a pout, âiâm sorry. i was crazy for throwing away the best thing i ever had. iâm gonna try my best to be the girlfriend that you deserve. if i ever treat you like that again, please slap me.â
âdid yizhuo give you that idea?â you ask, amused. it sounded terribly like something the chinese girl would advise.
âhowâd you know?â
you both share a laugh and you finally feel that you have aeri in your arms. not giselle. your girlfriend, uchinaga aeri.
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