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prythianpages · 5 months ago

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here's a bonus scene I thought of last night:

Cassian sets you down carefully, his hands ghosting over your legs, sending a shiver up your spine. His fingers hover above your waist as you slowly unwrap your arms from around his neck, your legs feeling like jelly. He steadies you effortlessly and a soft, amused chuckle escapes his lips.

“How do you feel?”

When you look up, his eyes are intently studying your face, as if searching for something. The adrenaline still hums in your veins, making everything feel surreal. "I feel great," you reply, a dreamy smile on your lips.

Pink stardust begins to float around you both, the tiny specks of light dancing in the air and gently tickling Cassian's wings. Something he’s noticed that occurs when you’re truly happy, as if your magic can’t contain itself. It makes his stomach flutter to know this time, he’s the reason for it.

"Good," he murmurs, reluctantly letting his hands slide from your waist, though his gaze remains fixed on you.

“Can we do that again sometime?”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

The stars in your earrings twinkle brightly and whatever they said, it draws a giggle from you, a faint blush coloring your cheeks.

Cassian’s lips quirk up. “What’s so funny?”

“My earrings.”

“Those earrings, huh? I didn’t hear anything this time.”

“You’ll only be able to hear the stars when they want you to…do you want to try them on? Maybe, they’ll tell you what they told me themselves. I must warn you, though. They love to shower you with compliments and speak in riddles.”

You gently remove one of the earrings and offer it to him. It's a delicate piece, shaped like a five-pointed star, filled with translucent stardust that gleams like moonstone. Cassian eyes it with curiosity, then meets your gaze.

"Go on," you encourage.

He carefully takes the earring, noting its stick-on design. As he attaches it to his ear, he gasps, startled at their cool touch.

“Cassian.” They whisper in pleasant surprise. “You’re so great, so handsome. So dreamy."

"Our warrior, our protector. We admire you as much as you admire us.”

Cassian blushes. Though you had warned him, it doesn’t stop him from feeling bashful. When you laugh, he looks at you, wondering if the stars let you hear their words too. You shake your head, as if sensing his unspoken question, your eyes twinkling with amusement.

The earring seems to cling tighter to Cassian's earlobe, as if making itself comfortable, before softly whispering, “Hold fast the treasure in your sight, for she's the key to unlocking a love so bright, a love so true.”

Take Her To The Moon | Cassian

cassian x love witch reader | summary: Curious over what it'd be like to watch Velaris from above like the stars do every night, you ask Cassian to take you flying.

warnings: fluff

word count: a little under 2K

a/n: I already had a flying fic planned for this au and when I saw that Day 1 of @cassianappreciationweek was flying, I thought why not join? This is my first time participating in a character week! and ofc it's last minute, I promise I'll be more prepared next time.

A canvas of shimmering stars were stretched infinitely above you. Cassian sat beside you, on the rooftop of your shop, his membranous wings folded neatly behind him. Your legs dangled over the edge, the pale moonlight reflecting off your shiny, pink boots. Your eyes were bright as they traced the constellations.

Our child. Our beloved.

Cassian’s head turned to glance at you. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“The voices.” Cassian replied, a faint furrow appearing on his forehead. Was he going mad? He was sure he had heard them–a distant echo of ancient voices. Yet, you continued to sit beside him, completely unfazed.

So beautiful.

“Oh!” Your eyebrows lifted in realization. Your fingers reached up to brush the earrings you wore, delicate pieces made from the dust shooting stars emitted. “It’s my earrings. They were made from the stars and sometimes speak to me.”

Cassian raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do they say?"

“They whisper compliments, mostly. Such as the way I'm as radiant as the cosmos, as beautiful as the night sky…”

Yes. Yes.

You tilted your head in amusement, your eyes reflecting the stars above as if they took residence there. A beauty from the cosmos, indeed. Cassian let out a small chuckle, his ears now being able to distinguish those ancient whispers. You grinned at him, leaning back on the palm of your hands, your hair falling gracefully off your shoulders.

“They also whisper other things.” You added. “The stars, they see things we don’t. They’re always there, patient and watching. They know our secrets, our deepest desires. They hear our pleas, you know.”

Cassian’s head tilted upwards, lifting his gaze from you and toward the night sky. The moon was full and beautiful. The stars, eternal and steadfast, winking at him, sharp and bright. A sweet fondness had the corner of his lips tugging up.

“I know.”

A blissful silence enveloped the two of you, both lost in deep thought. Memories of that lonely night swirled in Cassian’s mind—the night he had stood under these very stars, heart full of longing and soul overcome with loneliness. He yearned for someone to gaze up at the stars with, and pleaded with them to send him someone.

A soft sigh escaped you, pulling Cassian from his reverie. His wings fluttered in response, a subtle reminder of the present moment. Perhaps, his pleas had been answered. Because he was gazing up at the stars this very moment with you by his side.

You. Such a bright and beautiful soul. Like a fallen star reborn through the magic of love, and though he hasn’t known you for long, your presence was already illuminating his life in a way he had never imagined.

Take her to the moon.

Cassian's heart skipped a beat, head turning back to you. But you were still fixated on the sky, eyes full of longing, as if you hadn’t heard the whispers of the stars. He wondered what had you so deep in thought and the question was tumbling from his lips.

You blinked, the constellations gracing your cheeks enough for him to see the blush that had settled there. His eyes narrowed briefly. In the the time he’s known you, you have never shown an ounce of shyness.

“The stars are lovely tonight.” You said, dancing around the question. Sensing his gaze on you, you met his eyes, and something lit up in those sparkling eyes of yours. “Want to make a bet?”

“A bet?”

You nodded your head, a bit too eagerly, making him suspicious. Surely, you were plotting something. He could only hope it did not involve any of those pesky little lovebugs you’ve been talking about, another blind date or any more of your love altars.

One day when he had visited your shop, you had suggested for him to light one of the candles to the altar that spoke to him the most and ask for its blessing. He had meant to light one at the altar dedicated to romantic love but Honey, your cat, had brushed against his leg and startled him. He accidentally lit one of the candles from the altar of erotic love.

It would’ve been fine, really. An honest mistake that could’ve gone unnoticed...if it hadn’t for the old fae woman who had chosen to light a candle at that altar not even a heartbeat after him.

“By The Cauldron, I’ve been blessed!” The woman, who could have easily been his great grandmother, had exclaimed as she threw her arms around him. You had to save him, sweetly coaxing the woman and sending her off with a sleeping potion that’d make her dream of her late husband.

You always meant well with your plans, carefully and thoughtfully scheming to bring Cassian closer to what he desired most—true love. But it seemed fate had a different plan, weaving its own tricks into your efforts. Despite your best intentions, your schemes often ended in failure, leading him back to you.

“If I can accurately guess how many stars are shining in the sky tonight, you have to take me flying.”

A small breath of relief escaped from Cassian. Flying was his territory, his expertise. But the stars…He eyed your earrings, gaze narrowing in on them. “That sounds like a bet you won’t lose.”

He caught the way your gaze lingered on his wings, a hint of longing still shimmering within your eyes. Realization dawned on him then. Is that why you had been sneaking glances at his wings earlier?

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled. ��If you want me to take you flying, you could just ask, you know.”

“I can't just ask that! I'm shy!"

“You? Shy?” Cassian laughed again, finding the small glare you sent his way amusing. He shook his head in disbelief. There was a moment of silence and then: “So…are you going to ask me or not?”

You took a deep breath, and Cassian took pleasure in the sheepish look on your face, his wings twitching in anticipation. He watched as your mouth parted before shutting again and raised an eyebrow at you.

Then, finally, you said. “Will you take me flying?... Please."

Cassian stared at you, as if considering your words, even though he had already decided on his answer before you could ask the question. You’ve already done so much for him–have given him hope. He would do anything in return for you. He just wanted to tease you further for a bit but the longer he stared at you, the more he began to lose his resolve.

And when you batted your eyelashes at him, inadvertently striking him with your effortless charm, he was a goner. It was now him feeling bashful. Did you have to be so beautiful?

He barely managed to choke out a “yes” before standing. He could’ve sworn he heard raspy sounds coming from your earrings—like a snicker, almost.

˗ˏˋ ★ ★ ˏˋ˗

Cassian’s wings spread out magnificently behind him. He felt the blood rush to his neck at the way you regarded them in awe, stepping forward to admire them more closely. “Beautiful,” you murmured, the stars at your ears whispering in agreement and his wings shuddered at the compliment. “They’re so big. I’m envious.”

“Envious?” Cassian echoed. His chest swelled with pride. You had called them big.

You stepped back, leaving Cassian unsure whether to feel relieved or disappointed. He had anticipated the usual temptation many non-Illyrians succumb to—reaching out to touch his wings. But you hadn’t.

“I always wondered what it’d be like to fly among the clouds and stars, to feel the wind rushing past and see the world from above. That's what I was thinking about earlier...and you can do it so easily with those.”

“It is nice,” Cassian commented thoughtfully.

His wings, though scarred from countless battles and injuries, were one of the things he cherished the most. Each scar told a story of resilience, and he took immense pride in them–in their ability to let him soar through the skies.

And he loved flying. The joy, the exhilarating thrill that coursed through his veins. Flying connected him to his Illyrian heritage but also brought a profound sense of liberation. A way to escape and transcend the limits imposed by the ground and a way to be closer to the stars.

Take her to the moon. He heard those very stars whisper again.

He looked at you, the soft fabric of your ruffled blush top swaying gently in the night breeze. You were patient, hands clasped behind your back.

So with a smile, he said, “Well, what are we waiting for?”

Your eyes sparkled with excitement, and when he gestured for you to come closer, you approached without a word. His hazel eyes, tender and soft, lingered on you, silently asking for your permission. With a nod from you, he bent down slightly. One arm went beneath your knees the other behind your back and then he scooped you into his strong arms.

As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he felt the rapid, eager beat of your heart—a rhythm that matched his own. But his also carried an undercurrent of something deeper, more intense, spurred on by the feeling of you in his arms.

Standing at the edge of the rooftop, he glanced down at you, searching your face for any hint of hesitation or fear. “Ready?”

“Yes.” You replied and he found nothing but your enthusiasm reflected back at him.

His smile widened and he made a show of his wings. They unfurled further behind him in a graceful manner, a delicate sound reminiscent of a sail watching the wind, resonating in the air.

“Hold on tight, sweetheart.”

Your arms tightened around him and then you two were taking off, the ground disappearing beneath you.

˗ˏˋ ★ ★ ˏˋ˗

Your eyes were wide with wonder, the cool night air ruffling your hair as you gazed out at the world below. Moonlight wove silver patterns across the rooftops, and the Sidra River shimmered up at you. As the clouds drifted by, you reached out with a hand, pink magic fluttering from your fingertips. A gasp of delight escaped you as you felt the misty tendrils of the clouds brushing against your skin.

From this height, every scent was vivid—the fresh, earthy aroma of the forest below mingled with the sandalwood warmth enveloping you. It was all a sensory overload that left you breathless, but in the best way possible.

“This is incredible!”

Cassian chuckled but he couldn’t agree more. He was happy to share this joy with you, the powerful rhythm of his wings beating steadily as you soared through the night sky. The world stretched out in every direction, a vast expanse of shadow and light.

It felt as if you were the only two people in existence, suspended between the earth and the stars…and the stars…

The stars seemed so close that you could almost touch them, and your laughter rang out, pure and joyous. Cassian watched you, mesmerized by the radiant joy on your face, pink stardust fluttering around you both. As he flew higher, the moonlight bathed you in a soft glow that made you look as celestial as the stars themselves...

What if you had been that shimmering star he wished upon?

A strange, profound shift occurred within him, causing his wings to falter for a brief moment. You were too absorbed in your wonder to notice, but Cassian’s arms tightened around you, pulling you closer.

He savored the sensation of having you so close, wishing this moment could stretch on forever as the stars did.

a/n: The star earrings were inspired from Aquamarine's starfish earrings! I'm saving the fic of where Love witch meets the IC as part of my 2K celebration so the next part might be kind of an angsty one, depending on which comes first. If you asked to be on the tag list and don't see your name, please let me know!

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@stuff-i-found-while-crying , @lipstickmarks, @yamisukehoe , @mp-littlebit , @thecraziestcrayon, @talesofadragon, @ceoofyearning, @anuttellaa

General tag list: @scooobies, @kennedy-brooke, @sillysillygoose444, @lilah-asteria @the-sweet-psycho

@daycourtofficial, @milswrites, @stormhearty, @pit-and-the-pen, @mybestfriendmademe

@loving-and-dreaming @azriels-human, @mrsjna

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unhinged-summer-fun · 2 years ago

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the one with the jellyfish

Danktober Day 7: Chastity, Trip, National Body Language Day.

Pero Tovar x F!Reader (22+ only)

Summary: Your strange time-traveling housemate doesn't seem to want to go all the way with you, but a spontaneous trip to a lakeside cabin reveals all.

Warnings: VIRGIN PERO AYAYAYAYAYAYAYY, themes of guilt/self-imposed punishment, feelings of inadequacy but it's as fast as a flu shot

Word Count: 2224

A/N: this one was really fun to write once I got the idea in my head. Any and all Friends references are tribute to my lovely spouse, the Chandler to my Joey. <3

[full danktober list here]

It wasn't often that Pero asked to leave the house. Most of the time he wanted to simply take a walk with you, but he preferred staying inside, in the comforts of home that you assured him was completely fine to enjoy. He still found the outside world, this modern age, stifling and strange. It was so alien to him he almost started screaming when he was overwhelmed enough.

Kissing though, that wasn't foreign to him.

He was obsessed with having you near, holding you and kissing you against a wall, but he'd always pull away before you could try to take things any further, before you could even think to ask to. This new break in your relationship with the strange man was… well, you were being careful about it. They didn't have Cosmopolitan during the Crusades, after all. Regardless, you felt a touch silly in the head over how often you daydreamed about getting him naked and beneath you, on top of you, behind you, fucking anywhere would have been nice at this point.

And he wasn't disapproving, no. You'd seen how affected he was by your touch. You'd heard the sharp breaths from the bathroom, the curses and the heavy stares he'd follow you with after taking himself in hand. You knew he heard similar coming from your bedroom, and that he had to truly concentrate in order to not give in to what he clearly wanted.

You had no idea why he was playing hard to get with you. He clearly adored you, followed you around like a big, loyal wolf. He turned rainy days into days of laughter, and his warmth meant that you were never left cold. Any longer without being able to understand why he didn't want to be intimate with you, you would start to think up faults in yourself.

It was this kind of melancholic doom-dreaming that he interrupted with his request.

"Yeah, sure, we can go for a walk."

"No, not… I do like our walks. You remember the story? With the jellied fish, and Joy-seph and Chand-uh-lar pissing on the woman?"

The. What?

"…oh my god, you're making a Friends reference."

"They went and tripped along the ocean."

"You are watching with me! I knew you weren't asleep!"

He glared, because that was Pero's base expression.

"Pero, you… you want to take a vacation with me?"

He reddened. "I do not wish to piss on you. If this is necessary then I do not want this."

"Okay, I can piss on my own jellyfish stings."

"I would prefer that nobody is pissing!"

"They have other options now like vinegar and—"

"I want to go to a trip and there will be no pissing or jellied fish!"

"Maybe there's jellyfish in the delta by my dad's house—"

"No!!"

"I've always been interested in seeing if it actually hurts—"

He basically tackled you, cutting your teasing short and letting it dissolve into laughter. "You jape at my distress. Why does it amuse you?" he said into your neck, tickling you into breathlessness.

"Because you let me do it again and again and a—"

He cut you off with a kiss, really just smiles meant to be felt and not seen. It calmed your giggles and you looked up at him.

He hovered atop you, legs tangled together in a mess of limbs. He held you secure in his arms, a large hand cradling your head to protect it from the floor. This was the exact way you were when you dreamed it last night, though there were plenty less clothes, and plenty more moans to be heard. Your eyes widened, feeling that now-familiar desperation build in your core. Pero sucked in a shuddering breath, clearly recognizing the compromising nature of your positions.

That other familiar feeling, the disappointment and fading lust, followed when he pulled away from you, keeping a respectful distance between your hips and his. He avoided your eyes, a cute blush spreading over the bridge of his nose and around the tips of his ears. "If you do not wish to trip with me, I—"

"There's a cabin my friend has in the mountains. We can be there tonight."

The cabin itself was much too large for two people. You'd expressed your preference for coziness to your friend, you liked it small, almost to a cramped degree. They'd audibly winced as they talked through hooking you up with the guest cabin on the same property (for guests of the guests of the main cabin) and it was still about twice the size of your entire house. "Still, it's just a four-bedroom, are you sure you'll be alright with that? It's basically glamping. You can use the hot tub in the main house. You sure you want to rough it for a romantic weekend trip?"

It would do.

But Pero wasn't interested in the amenities or the threadcount on the sheets or the honors with which the on-call chef had from Le Cordon Bleu. Pero was hardly interested in there being a house at all, in fact, keeping his eyes trained on the treeline after haphazardly tossing his bags in the front hallway. You debated making a remark on it, but when he started walking off into the woods at a pace he forgot to slow down from to account for your shorter legs, you just sighed and did the same, shutting the door behind you to jog after him.

"Where are you going?" you said when you were closer. He looked your way, shaking his head a little.

"My apologies. I caught hints of the lake from the road. I wanted to look closer."

"We can do that."

The two of you walked typically in silence, just enjoying the fresh air and immersive beauty of the nature that surrounded you. Pero found a trail easily enough, and you pointed out a sign leading to the beach entrance.

Path set, you tuned out somewhat. Long drives with Pero were often times of stress and confusion, his body still not used to the feeling of acceleration and braking. You'd compromised by teaching him to ride a bicycle, which he took to like a fish to water. It made you happy to no longer be alone on your grocery runs to town. This trip necessitated the drive, though, and Pero had tried his best to sleep through most of it. It allowed for lots of silence, through which you began to find the faults you never wanted to look for.

You were strange, for him. Alien or exotic or whatever he wanted to call it, you were cleared to be romanced, but obviously too different from him to want, in that way.

Was it that his affections were mostly imagined by you? Were you conflating his want and desire into something that matched your own horniness? Your mind circled through the dark hells of self-doubt and even body image issues.

"You are frowning."

You gasped at the sudden interruption once more. God, you were letting this whole issue distract you from what you did have with him. You felt terrible. "I'm sorry, just tired from the drive."

"We can return to the house," he offered, halting in his tracks and turning away from his initial destination.

"No, I'd like to see the lake too. It'll wear off, I'm sorry."

He took a step closer, holding your face in his hands. He gazed into your eyes with an intense expression. "Do not apologize for your feelings, nor your body's needs."

Fuck.

"Why won't you have sex with me?" you blurted into his face.

Shocked, you stepped away from him, covering your mouth with both hands and freezing in place. Did you really just say that?

Pero, for his part, was more flustered than you had ever seen him before. He was babbling under his breath, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke quickly in a litany of languages you couldn't keep up with.

"Pero, I'm so sorry, I didn't—"

"I would not want to disappoint you," he said, loud and clear and true.

It silenced your own worried babble instantly.

"What?"

"I would not want to disappoint you," he repeated, a little softer as he looked at you with pleading eyes. "For my lack of any and all experience in the matter would make me a fool before you. I cannot have that."

You felt like you couldn't breathe. He'd told you stories of his travels, how he visited brothels and had gotten thrown out when he would pick fights with customers who didn't respect their women. He'd mentioned women arriving to his room under cover of darkness, leaving as the sun rose. He'd moaned your name so clearly in the shower that you could recreate it perfectly in the theater of your dreams.

"You've never—?"

He shook his head. He no longer looked embarrassed, but he did look… afraid. Afraid of rejection, afraid of chastisement, afraid of humiliation. "I… I started thieving very young. My life took me to troubled places, isolated lands. I did terrible, terrible things. Things no wife would want to bear upon her ears or soul. I believed my forsaken heart to be a punishment for my sins, and then I met you."

Your eyes stung with tears. He'd called himself a bad man when he introduced himself to you all those months ago when he'd arrived, covered in someone else's blood and holding a sword pointed at your face. You'd explained the choicelessness of desperation to him, taught him he only does good or bad, his soul can change with what he wants to do. Nobody could damn him for trying to do good again.

"Then I thought… I thought this was a punishment, too. To behold you, to love and be able to kiss you, yet my lack of knowledge keeps me from your bed. You deserve masterful, eternal pleasure, not a bumbling fool as I've been."

"Pero…"

He shook his head resolutely. "No. I cannot do you this dishonor."

You felt cold, the way it did when a stormcloud moved over the sun. Were someone to pass by and simply see the positioning of the two of you, only able to read the body language spoken there, they would have assumed a much darker sadness.

"Have you perhaps thought that you're punishing me as well, in this pointless sacrifice you're making?" you asked bitterly, looking away but not walking. You didn't want him to see your devastation at his refusal. A refusal, not a rejection. He loved you too much to risk ruining you. He loved you too much to risk his dignity by showing it.

He made a wounded noise, crossing the distance to hold you. You couldn't hide your emotions from him now, not when he was so close. A pitiful sniffle left you. "I did not realize, I am sorry. Please forgive me, I will do anything."

"I won't ask of you what you're not comfortable or ready for. I won't." You sniffled, looking up at him. "I love you too, Pero. We have a good life together, a good love. You're a good man, and you're good to me. How can we ever be more than that if you won't let yourself accept it?"

His hand pressed your head to his shoulder, simply embracing you as the metaphorical sun returned. He was quiet for a long while, thinking over what you'd said. "I do not fear much," he murmured at long last. "I have not feared anything in my life as greatly as I fear losing you."

"You won't," you said instantly.

You were surprised when he didn't reflexively express his doubt. All that remained were insecurities. "Even if I do not know how to satisfy you?"

"Even then."

"Even if I make a fool of myself?"

"Especially then."

"Even if—"

"Pero, you could piss on me after a jellyfish sting and it'd only make me love you more."

"Now that I do not believe."

You laughed, pulling back to look up at him. Something had changed in him. He looked like a long-weathered storm had passed within him, the darkness clouding his demeanor finally finding reprieve. Those eyes no longer sought disaster among the joy, and his lips no longer held back his smiles. "Ask me," he murmured.

"Pero, can I be your first time? Please?" you asked, voice a little shaky with residual nerves.

"Yes!" he answered, and before you'd even had time to blink he was grabbing your hand and pulling you back along the trail to the cabin. It was difficult to keep the pace while you were laughing so happily, but he didn't seem to mind. His focus was on you, even with a destination in mind.

When you arrived at the cabin, he took the stairs three at a time and fumbled to open the door. When the latch clicked, he turned to kiss you, pulling you back into the house—

And making the both of you trip over the bags left in the hallway.

It wasn't a bed, but it would do.

If someone were to look in from the outside, they would only see the feet at the bottom of two pairs of tangled limbs, loosened clothes, and a half-open doorway. What they would hear was love.

See y'all tomorrow for more Farmer Joel ;)

#unhingery #pero tovar x reader #danktober 2022 #f!reader #pedro pascal fanfiction

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lunaekalenda · 2 years ago

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Hello. I saw you have the dice game for drabbles. Could you do one for Soft!Naked!Eren (can be in a flower meadow or any setting in the Drabble, but I’m open minded on where this goes)? Thanks! - 🌼

hi! sure, i'll see what the dices roll and how i can make it!

the dices said: Olympus - Icarus - Hermes for Eren

Mount Olympus could be seen from every point of Greece, and Eren loved to see it from the flower field behind his home, where he lived with his dad, a known inventor that made incredible works as Creta's labyrinth. Sitting outside with the breeze, using anything more but the white, almost transparent tunic he loves, he imagined how the god's home would look as he waits for you.

Sooner than he thinks, you're descending from the sky, using those cute winged sandals that let you move fast and return to the Olympus with ease. His lips outline a smile as you stand gracefully in front of him, before walking to his arms, keeling near his body to cross your arms behind his neck.

"I missed you."

His hug thightens aroubd your body as he inhales the sweet scent of your neck. You don't like this, to see him once in a while, to hide from the gods. Why would them say you're not allowed to fall in love with humans?

Do they even know what love is?

"I missed you too." his words are soft, whispered between you hair, as he presses his lips in the exact place where your neck and your jaw unite. The hug is long, before he stands up. Checking twice the little building before him, he takes you hand, guiding you through lilacs and roses, to the workshop. You've been there a couple times, helping him to make tons of human weapons and, maybe, making out on the working bench because no one could see you there. He opens the workshop for you to enter. "I wanna show you something."

He closes behind him before walking in front of you. "I've found something between all my dad's older creations, and I just made a little arragnment to them." he explains, as he looks back from time to time, checking you're still following him. "You said you don't wanna hide anymore, and Armin said recently that to be a demi-god, you just have to impress the gods." It's not how it works, but you let him speak as he searches between all those boxes. "I want to ask for your hand in marriage." you gasp and feel ypur legs becoming jelly. "And, for that, I need to reach the Olympus." taking the box out, he smiles. He opens it slowly. "So, I made wings." the wings are identical to the ones you wear on your sandal: white, with little gold details, and extremely soft to touch. You feel your eyes teary. "Today, I'll go eith you to the Olympus. And I'll make sure they accept our love."

Even when you love that plan, there are still a couple things you think he should revise.

"I'm sorry to say this, but they won't give you the demigod state just for wings, not even hero...." He takes both your hands between his.

"We won't know without trying." he whispers now, hands tangled on your waist as he grabs you closer. "And I don't want to hide my love for you anymore. I want to take your hand, to kiss you and to hug you freely." His lips leave a sweet kiss on your lips, before ordering softly and taking the wings. He smiles, with that smile full of happiness, of love, those ones you could easily see on kids. He offers you his hand.

"Should we go?" he puts his wings in his back. You arrange them for him, before leaving a chaste kiss on his back, right on the spot the wings leave free. You take his hand before looking at him, a smile he can't resist to kiss.

"Let's go."

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sanosandwich · 3 years ago

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TR Thoughts - A Gift from Majiro Sano

A/N: This is just a little something that was waiting to be released into the wild.

Characters: Bonten!Mikey x Reader

Genre: Fluffy with a smidgen of smut, Angst.

TW: Pregnancy

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On the eve of my 19th birthday just hours before the big day, I never expected to have this surprise gift. Staring at the two pink lines of the pee stick was sickening. Or maybe that was what most call morning sickness, why is it even called that? Ah, fuck. What am I supposed to do now? I toss the stick in the trash, wishing my problems could be done away with just as easily.

I never gave much thought to having kids. Much less with Sano Manjiro. We'd known each other for the past three years, our relationship, if you can even call it that, has been going on for a little over a year. What even are we? Fuck buddies? I hardly consider us buddies, that ship set sail a long time ago. Now every time we spend time together, it's all about getting that high.

He graduated high school and deserted all his friends. Yet somehow, he always found himself at my doorstep, wanting to sleep over and talk like we used to. Except it didn't last very long like that, innocent I mean. Soon after he managed to strip me of all I had to give and took it for himself. Of course, he would take it, I practically begged him to, I cared for him and wanted to show him that. Stupid me.

We started off with all the precautions being taken. Condoms, pulling out and emergency plan b if any of it failed. I never got on birth control because each time it happened; we always swore it would be the last. He would disappear for weeks at a time, and I'd finally start to forget about him, only to have him at my door again. I'd let him in, I always did, he needs love after all and I have plenty to give.

As the weeks stretched into months, less precautions were taken, first forgetting the condoms. Soon enough he'd fumble and not pull out fast enough, leaving me a mess both inside and out. Until finally he asked if he could finish inside, and I, the love-struck fool, obviously gave in. Plan B was the last thing off the table, taking it religiously the moment I woke up alone after a visit of his.

Last time was different though. He spent the entire weekend with me, inside me in every way he could. His words "I want to see how much cum I can pump into you. Pussy always so pretty when it leaks out my cum," they still bounce inside my head. Yes, I was a complete dumbass for listening to him, but my legs were jelly and my brain turned to mush with every thrust of his hips. How could I say no. When Monday rolled around, I had college classes, no plan b, and I just couldn't skip school. Forgetting all about the creamy mess he left inside me.

Now here I am with vile in my mouth at any smell in the air, and tears running down my eyes. It's been 3 weeks since he last came, quite literally, only 2 days since I started suspecting something may be wrong.

What should I do? What could I do? I haven't messaged him in months, he always shows up when I least expect it. A million questions running a mock in my head. When I hear soft knocking at my door, my gut tells me it's him, so I ignore it. He might have been knocking for a while, I don't really know. It's hard to concentrate between sobs and dry heaving.

I'm not sure why he did it, or how or even when, but he made his way into my apartment. As I lay my cheek on the bathroom stool next to the toilet I feel the gentle flutter of his finger along my cheek, my eyes droop with exhaustion. He doesn't say anything, just picks me up and lays me in bed before wiping my face with a moist towelette. Tucks me in as he lays behind me, tightly wrapping me in his embrace. His hand gently resting just above our tiny bean's current residence. I know it's an accident, but still, it makes my heart twist and flutter.

Walking up in the morning, I lunge myself straight to the bathroom, vile spilling into the sink as my stomach somersaults. Sooner than expected he is behind me, holding my hair back, those beautiful black orbs of his full of concern. He presses a sweet kiss behind my ear before I continue to dry heave as he rubs soft circles on my back.

For the first time in a long time, we did something other than roll around in bed, when he visited. He wished me a happy birthday, worried over me, helping me anyway he could think of. He even showered with me, just to make sure I wouldn't fall and injure myself. His actions remind me of the boy I fell in love with.

"So, do you know what's got you like this? Bad food or stomach flu?" I take a deep breath and shake my head. I don't know how to bring myself to tell him my little secret, I don't even know if I should tell him. "Should we go to the doctor?" I shake my head, deciding it's better to keep it to myself.

"I'll figure it out, don't worry about it." I dismiss him, hoping he will let it go.

He attempted to make breakfast, yet just at the sight of eggs and the smell of coffee my stomach turned. My face of disgust was quickly noted by Mikey who instead of pushing the subject decided to take me out for breakfast.

I take his offer and run with it. "Hmm, maybe we could go to the convenience store, grab something quick? Or we could do sushi. Wait, maybe I shouldn't eat sushi right now?"

He chuckles at me "we can eat whatever you want, my treat." I beamed at his response. We hurried to leave heading to the nearest plaza. Being cautious with what I wanted to eat, not knowing if it would harm the baby. If I decided to keep it.

Most of the day was amazing. Filled with idle chit chatter. He vaguely told me of the new gang he was in command of. I told him of my experiences as a new college student. We cruised the streets of Tokyo till sundown, stopping every now and then when my stomach raged to be emptied. He held my hand all day, my hair when I needed it, and even kissed me when he felt like it.

Making it back home was bittersweet, knowing that my day with him was coming to an end. We had dinner at home, take out boxes full of only the stuff that sounded good to me. When we were done, he insisted on spending the night "You might need help, if you feel bad again tonight." He explains.

I try not to show how much it means to me that he wants to spend the night at my side, even if it deviates from our usual arrangement. As we lay in bed our fingers entwine, as we reminisce of when we first met and how we ended up where we are right now. His soft touches and sweet words fill me with the courage to finally ask him "Do you know why I'm sick?"

He shakes his head in the dip of neck, whispering against my skin as his fingers gingerly walk up and down my arm. "I could guess, but I might get it wrong."

I hum in response appreciating his touch, I hold his hand in mine and slowly move it over my abdomen, resting it there. I turn to face him in the darkness of the room "I'm pregnant" I say just above a whisper. He pulls back his hand, propping himself on his elbow, looking at me, even if he can't see me clearly in the dark. He runs his thumb against my cheek before dipping down and pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"I never would have guessed. Us, parents? Will you keep the baby?" He asks.

I shrug, "I don't know. It's not the best time. I'm a student and honestly, I have no idea what you do. I have no money, and I don't even know if you -”

''I’ll help, I'll give you everything and anything you and our baby will ever need." The sweetness of his words makes my heart flutter

I laugh "Are you sure you want a baby? with me? We don't even interact more than once every few weeks, and when we do it's to -"

"Yes, I know," he interrupts me. "I just never know what to do with my feelings for you. Staying away is so hard. I want to keep you safe, but I also need to see you, feel you, love you. You never push me away, even when I hurt you. You do nothing but love me." He explains as he peppers kisses all over my face.

I can't help but cry at his words "I love you Mikey. Always have and always will. But a baby? They aren't band aids for bullet wounds"

"Angel, I don't see it that way at all. It just feels like this is what I needed to finally tell you how I feel." He continues, "even if we don't go through with it right now, or even ever. I want this. I want a future with you" that last bit coming out as a whine as he presses his lips to mine.

I accept him, like I've always had. He swallows my sobs and I nod at his words.

Pulling away from him gasping for air "m'kay. Let's do this. If you want this, let's do it. I love you and I'll do whatever it takes to make this work."

I take his face between my hands and pull his forehead flushed against mine, noses touching. I can feel him smile as he presses another kiss to my lips.

"Thank you. I wouldn't want it any other way my love."

#tw: pregnancy #tw: smut #mikey x reader #bonten mikey #tokyo revengers smut

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yuichi-ro · 3 years ago

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Hellooo🤍

I wanna share a double sided dildo with pussy boy Inui but like I front of a mirror 😩

we love pussy boy!Inui in this house with all our hearts ♡ cw: fem!Reader, pussy boy!Inui, sex toys, messy sex, clit pinching, mirror sex, general lewdness got a thirst?

pretty boy Inui with his legs spread so far apart. Puffy pussy lips swallowing up the edges of the cystral clear jelly cock slipping past his lips. Overstimulated by the mere fact you've been rubbing his clit like this for hours it seems.

Babbling under his breath, head back against your shoulder 'n pretty eyes shut tight so he can't see his pathetic reflection in the mirror as you continue.

It's so easy to taunt him though? When his juices cover the toy, clouding it's once pristine outsides with streaks of his cunt juices. Stringy and messy as it clings to his lips and leaves his clit just aching and begging for attention when you finally pull the toy away. Swearing he'd have came if he just put his mind to it while you rubbed the toy against his clit.

Now he's just a mess. Huffing and moaning. Pretty pale thighs begging to be touched when you rub your palms along them. Gripping and spreading him more so Inui can see how pretty he is in the mirror. But his beauty and pleasure isn't enough. All of him makes your body buzz and ache for him like none other.

Telling Inui that you're going to stuff the double sided toy so deep in him it's like he has his own cock. When his cheeks turn even redder from your words you simply make it worse by reminding him you're going to fuck yourself on his toy so he can feel all those wonderful movements and watch before his very own eyes.

Neglected clit sitting so lickable above his entrance being stretched and filled with the toy he rightfully soiled. Juices gushing around it as Inui is so easy to push it into. So little prep is needy for such a horny little thing. And it isn't until the toy's rearranging his deepest parts do you slip the other end inside yourself.

Bumping and grinding down into him so the both of you get the wonderful cervix fucking delight of the toy. Inui already out of breath and overstimulated from the teasing. He can hardly contain himself as his hips grind with yours just for some kind of relief. He's getting so out of hand that maybe just a little pinch of his clit will remind him to mind his manners.

Or it does the complete opposite as you watch Inui cum undone on the toy. Pushing and grinding down on it with your fingers rudely pressing against his clit. Harsh and sharp turning to arousal as what little attention you've given his bundle of nerves results in him creaming all over the toy. Head thrown back hair in the face pitiful moans leaving him as Inui clenches around the toy and gushes over it with his juices. Soiling himself, what's under him and even you.

And after all that you said you were to be the one cumming not him. Looks like you'll just have to keep fucking Inui with the double side until you cum. He reaps what he sows when pretty boys cum too fast ♡

#mmary-janee.♡#tokyorev smut #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyorev inui #inui smut #inui x reader #inui seishu x reader #inui seishu #inui seishu smut

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m-jelly · 1 year ago

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Hii Jelly! May I request angsty Levi x Reader where reader gets badly injured while in titan territory and has to have a limb amputated while being awake and without anaesthesia due to them being in the middle of nowhere. Levi could be maybe supporting reader trying to keep them awake.

@kenkopanda-art <3

It changes nothing

Levi x fem!reader

Canon AU, amputation, established couple, pain, blood, established relationship, supportive Levi, emotional support.

Levi holds your hand as Hange quickly removes your damaged leg to save your life. Levi helps you through it and cares for you on the journey back to the base. While recovering you think your man won't want you anymore, but he confirms his love and dedication to you.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

No matter what happened, Levi was going to keep you alive. As soon as he saw you save a scout at the risk of your own well-being, he was a mix of emotions. He was proud of you for being so strong but he was angry that you would get yourself hurt. The anger came from his love for you. The two of you had promised forever to each other.

It was instinct for him to fly in and scoop you up into his arms. He flew as fast as his gear would let him and got back to the command area. Tears filled his eyes as you weakly kept saying how sorry you were. He knew very well your scout instinct had taken over. He just wanted to protect you so badly.

He lay you down on the medical blanket and held your hand tightly. "Stay with me."

You gripped tightly. "I'm sorry."

"Shh, don't say that."

You sobbed as Hange scrambled around you to treat you. "You're mad. I made you mad. I put myself in danger. I got hurt. I love you, Levi. I love you."

He covered your hand in kisses. "I know. I know. I love you too. I love you so much, so please stay awake and focus on me."

Hange gulped hard. "Levi, I need to amputate."

"No, no the shock could kill her!"

"If I don't, and infection could kill her."

You gripped Levi's hand tightly. "I can take it."

He gazed at you, his look pleading. "Please."

"I can take it." You winced a little. "Do it, Hange."

She nodded and got a bundle of fabric. "Bite down on this."

"Okay."

Hange fixed the fabric in your mouth. "Levi, I need you to keep her awake, okay?"

Levi nodded and gazed down at you. "You gotta stay with me, okay?" He shifted a little as Hange tightened a belt around the top of your knee. "Let's think about our future." He blushed. "Like our wedding."

You welled up and smiled as you thought about it. You nodded and hummed in agreement.

"It'll be perfect." He kissed your hands as Hange began cutting. He held back tears as you screamed in agony. "We'll have that cottage by the lake."

You held back vomit and nodded as you tried to focus on the image of living in a cute home with Levi. You listened to his voice as best as you could as Hange cut your left leg off below the knee. The soft and loving gaze of Levi kept you going. The wonderful steel blue eyes soothed you.

Hange finished up and sighed. "It's done."

Levi pulled the fabric from your mouth. "You did so well."

You panted. "I'm tired."

"I know, but you have to stay awake for a bit longer. We need to get you back to the base." He cradled you in his arms. "I'll take you back."

All you could do was gaze at the man you loved as he ran with you to the carts and carriages. The sky was a wonderful blue and the clouds were pretty as you raced along to the base. You turned your head and looked at Levi to see he looked worried.

Levi looked down when he felt a weak touch on his cheek. "Hey."

You smiled at him. "You're showing me so many sides to you today."

He leaned into your touch. "You bring out the best of me. You make me feel safe. I can be myself around you." He leaned down and kissed you. "You can rest soon. We're almost there."

All you could do was gaze at Levi as you were rushed around. When you were placed in bed it was then that you were allowed to sleep. The medication you were given was welcomed. It didn't take long to pass out and it helped that the last thing you saw was your lover.

Over the days you healed up you had many people visit you. It was sweet to see everyone being so kind and wonderful. The gifts were overwhelming to you. Of course, your most dedicated visitor was Levi. Levi was there every single day feeding you food and giving you massages.

It made your heart sink when you looked at yourself. Even though Levi was with you, you couldn't help but worry that his feelings for you might have changed. You were not the soldier he fell in love with. You wouldn't be able to fight like you did before. In fact, Erwin broke the news to you that your time as a scout was over and you were now locked to the base doing paperwork and training.

Levi sliced an apple with his knife and paused when he noticed your look. "Tch, brat you look like you're considering a shit."

You looked over at him. "Levi."

He lowered the apple. "It must be bad because you usually laugh at my jokes." He leaned closer. "Talk to me."

"I'm not the woman you fell in love with anymore. I understand if you want to leave me for another woman."

"Tch, what bullshit is this?" He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. "Why the fuck would I want anyone else? I didn't fall in love with you because you were a soldier with two legs. I fell in love with you because of who you are. Your injuries change nothing. I want you. I love you."

You sniffed back tears. "Really? But..."

"I'm not the type of weak and pathetic man to leave the woman he loves because she got sick or injured." He caressed your cheek. "I with you until the end, my little songbird." He kissed you and hummed. "Besides, you owe me a cottage by the lake with kisses and cuddles every fucking morning I wake up."

You giggled. "Yes, Levi."

"Good girl."

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thrillridesz · 4 years ago

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heart racing ▫ j.yn

in part of the adrenaline rush! collab hosted by @lucas-wongs + @ickjun

⇢ pairing: jaehyun x reader (f) (ft. other nct members + twice’s jeongyeon)

⇢ genre: fluff, angst, racer!au, best friends to lovers

⇢ warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions and consumption of alcohol, alcoholism, hitting rock bottom

⇢ synopsis: once a revered member of the racing industry, jaehyun has been living at rock bottom for the past few months following a tragic accident that effectively put him out of racing. it seems as though nothing would get through to him, not even you. will he ever break out of the constant loop of doubt and start seeing things for what they really are?

⇢ word count: 8.04k

⇢ a/n : unedited! also posted on this account because I’m considering merging my nct account with my tbz writing blog also PLEASE check out the other writers’ works ^^ we’ve all worked hard on our fics

“Jaehyun, you’re ruining yourself.”

The dim room reeked of stale alcohol and something mouldy as the empty beer bottles that littered the floor clanged noisily against the surrounding furniture, leaking golden yellow liquid all over. Old, worn clothes were draped everywhere, stained and darkened with murky stains while the battered television flickered weakly to live, showing nothing but static. The walls were streaked and striated with scratches, as if someone had just been clawing desperately at them and on the floor amidst the empty glass bottles, were pieces of scrap poster paper. Sunlight peeks in through the drawn blinds, giving a teasing glimpse to the bustling outside world from the sad, decrepit apartment Jaehyun lived in.

Sprawled on the couch with nothing on except a wrinkled pair of jeans, Jaehyun’s eyes were devoid of emotion - blank and dazelike. In his hand, his fingers held on limply to the neck of yet another bottle of beer, possibly his nth for the day. His usually shiny hazel brown hair was greasy with filth and his bare chest was sticky with sweat from being cooped up all day in this tiny, stuffy apartment of his. His jawline was starting to grow a hint of stubble given how much he’d completely let himself go and dark circles were appearing underneath those intense eyes of his.

Slowly, Jaehyun lifted his gaze from the floor to look at you, the first flicker of emotions that he’d ever displayed in the whole day. You stood before him, arms akimbo, your gaze sharp and piercing. He smiled, a smile that held no mirth or happiness.

“Oh, you’re still here.”

You shook your head, ripping the bottle of beer from his grasp. As you approached, the bottles, clothes and torn pieces of paper on the ground almost made you trip and you tutted under your breath.

“Of course I am. I’m your best friend who is somehow still here with you. Best friends help each other.”

He chuckled nonchalantly, waving his hand at the door. “Well, feel free to leave then. I don’t need your help.” His eyes held a hint of anger as he did, something that did not escape your notice.

“Jaehyun,” you said softly, placing the bottle on a nearby table as you dread what was to come next. “Please, not this again.”

Your words only served to fuel the fiery spark of anger in his eyes as he said in a barely controlled tone, the irritation radiating from him in ripples that threatened to evolve into waves, “Why not? I’m a fucking wreck and a loser anyways. Leave like everyone else did. Leave like…” His voice wobbled, “leave like Jeongyeon did.”

Your heart fell and it took almost a godlike willpower not to let your emotions show. Was he still thinking about her?

“Jaehyun-”

“What? Are you gonna say I’m not a loser like you always do? Cut the fucking lies. Everyone out there is saying the same thing, what makes you think you can convince me that you’re not thinking it either? Hm?” He spat, the drowsiness in his demeanour dissipating fast as red hot anger replaced it. There was so much internal frustration within Jaehyun that just seeing him like this was enough to break your heart. It was one thing to see him in this terrible state but it was quite another to see him directing his anger towards you.

You drew in a deep breath, trying to calm your pounding heart and to stop the tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes. Having been there with him every step of the year ever since the both of you were children playing and horsing around the neighbourhood, you found yourself desperately missing those much simpler times and wondering how things became so wrong.

For as long as you could remember, Jaehyun had always been interested and had a natural flair for racing. There always existed a competitive streak in him that thrived off a challenge. It didn’t matter what it was, as long as it was a game that could have a clear winner or incited competitiveness, he was all up for it. As kids, the two of you used to compete over everything, be it for the last popsicle in the convenience store down the street or past the gates of your school. It was as if racing was something he needed in order to live. It wasn’t until sophomore year of high school did Jaehyun decide to take his love for racing to a professional level. He began to dive deep into the motorsport industry, starting out as a mere rookie in auto racing. He never did apply to college, preferring instead to invest all his time into his newfound life career.

His rise to fame was quick, quicker than most. Within his first year, he had won a number of races, beating even some of the well known names in the sport. Every other month, he was winning trophies and exorbitant cash prizes which in return earned him the recognition of famous sponsors and racers. Bumper stickers from the various sponsors decorated the back of his ride and it was no time at all before Jaehyun began to don some of the most expensive sports gear on the tracks. With his smouldering good looks, he also appeared on the front pages of magazines and newspapers, all while attracting a loyal fanbase made up of both racing enthusiasts and adoring admirers.

To everyone else, he was the suave, handsome and effortlessly cool young racer who was practically born to race and to do it well but to you, he was your childhood friend… and your first love. In front of the flashing lights and cameras, Jaehyun knew his way around the crowd. He knew exactly when to flash one of his dazzling, dimpled smiles and how to work the crowd - it was just one of his innate charms. Yet, you knew that underneath that, that flashy, extravagant Jaehyun, was the Jaehyun you grew up with and had gradually fallen in love with.

As children, he was there for you whenever you needed him, always ready to lend a helping hand when he noticed that you were stuck in an unfavourable situation. You distinctly remember what had happened in second grade. It was a bright and warm summer’s day, the lovely scent of sweet peas floating in the air as the sun bore down on the earth. Pigeons flitted over the sidewalks, pecking at the cemented floor and the leaves of the oak trees that lined the streets rustled gently in the wind.

You fell with a loud and heavy thud on your bottom, feeling the leaves crunch noisily under your weight. Fear and trepidation coursed through your veins as you stared with eyes wide at your tormentors.

“Look at her, she looks pathetic. Do it, Johnny! Do it!”

A tall, hunkering boy flanked by his cronies stood over you, his dark, massive shadow engulfing you as you frantically scrambled backwards. Tears were beginning to stream down your face and a sharp pain shot up your spine with each move, owing to the impact of the fall. There were scratches on your hands as you dragged your palms over the rough gravel in an attempt to move away.

There was a malicious glint in Johnny’s eyes and his lips were curved into a devious smirk as he stared down at you, domineering and intimidating. The veins in his arms and hands were bulging angrily and as he clenched his fists, you felt your stomach sink. Your legs began to feel like jelly and your vision was beginning to blur from all the salty tears. You were struck with fear and the sense of helplessness you felt made you feel both ashamed and furious at yourself yet there was nothing you could do.

You held your hand up to shield yourself from the impending attack as the bully lifted up his fist.

“Hey! How about you pick on someone your own size?!”

The group of you turned to see Jaehyun, eyes blazing with anger as his chest heaved. His wind-swept hair hung over his eyes, a surefire sign that he’d run over and his cheeks were red from exertion. Even from afar, he was clearly no match to Johnny’s larger build, much less the whole lot of them.

“J-Jaehyun?” You spluttered, shocked.

“Who is this clown- Ow!” Johnny stumbled backwards as a rock pebble hit him on the head, promptly ricocheting off his forehead and bouncing onto the ground. His jaw was clenched in pain and when he removed his palm, a reddish bruise had blossomed and there was even a faint trace of blood. There was a split second of stunned silence before Johnny turned almost magenta with rage.

“GET HIM!” He roared and his cronies shook out of their daze, immediately going after Jaehyun who’d already ran a good distance before the reality of what had just happened set in. His mocking laugh rang through the afternoon amidst a cackle of profanities and threats yelled at him.

It was a laugh that remained in your memories all these years. It was a laugh that strengthened you, a laugh that spoke so much of willful courage and youthful rebellion which was everything you’d eventually come to associate with Jaehyun. That laugh was bright and so… him.

Yet now, you could see none of that playful mischief and vibrancy in those eyes. All that is left is emptiness.

“You’re not a loser, Jaehyun,” you began softly, “you never were in my eyes. You were a fighter.”

Those beautiful eyes you adored so much narrowed at you, his face twisted into a scowl.

“A fighter? Guess what, y/n?” He sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “I fought. I fought endlessly but did that work out for me? I threw in everything I could, every little thing. I worked hard and put in a hundred and one percent of my effort.”

You stared at him, your heart aching for him as a single tear began to roll down his cheek, tears of anger, indignation and pain.

“But did that work out? No, it didn’t. If anything, it left me a wreck. People out there call me a loser, a has-been and even my girlfriend has left me. It doesn’t matter how much effort I put in, how much I fought because at the end of the day, everyone is only here because of what they think I am. They saw me as a champion, an up and coming and the moment I wasn’t anymore, they all dropped me in a heartbeat. What are you waiting for, y/n? Why the hell are you even still here?”

His words echoed through the empty apartment and out loud, it sounded bleak, harsh and biting. His anguished voice tore at your heart and as each word left those lips, it felt like your heart was slowly breaking apart. Neither of you said anything for a moment, locked in a silent, unspoken fight as he held your gaze steadily. His eyes were cold and there was the look of a broken man in them.

“I am here because I love you, Jaehyun,” you said finally, your voice quivering. “I don’t care who or what you are and it pains me to see you tear yourself down like this because I know you are not the loser you believe you are. I don’t know how much of this I can take, seeing you ruin yourself.”

You can see the slight softening in his eyes and you gritted your teeth.

“I’m going to go. I don’t know when I’ll be back. I can’t see you ruin yourself and be able to do nothing about it. I’m not strong enough for that.”

With that, you left the apartment before he could see the tears in your eyes.

The miserable, empty can of beer clattered loudly against the hardwood floor, the sound echoing through the dank apartment.

Jaehyun barely lifted an eyebrow, his fingers growing slack without him even knowing. He stared up at the dark ceiling, a hooded look in those once bright eyes. The stench that hung around him was growing more intense by the day and it was reaching a point whereby he could almost smell himself but there was nothing in him that seemed to care.

Sounds of active civilisation outside drifted in through the windows and occasionally, he’d hear the honking of angry drivers on the roads or the laughter of children playing at the playground at the courtyard below. Normally, he loved waking up to these sounds or at least when he wasn’t off to the race tracks, when he was relaxing with a book in his hands. Now however, he found them irksome, irritating and he wanted nothing more but to block them out. He wanted absolutely zero reminder of the world outside.

Grunting, Jaehyun dragged himself off the couch. As he trudged heavily back to his room where his comfortable bed beckoned to him, he turned to stare at the large, imposing front door where moments ago, you’d slammed shut as you left him to his own devices.

Guilt tugged at his heart and for a split second, Jaehyun contemplated running after you. When you left, there was an indescribable sense of hollowness that engulfed him in a way that he couldn’t quite understand or explain. The apartment was filthy, dark and small but somehow with you around just a few minutes ago, it felt just a little bigger, a little warmer. As much as he hated to admit it, his heart was calling to him to reach out to you, run after you. The crumpled look on your face haunted him but he shook the thought from his mind.

It would be better if you left him. If you knew what was good for you, you would.

The anger in him was beginning to resurface at the thought of everything that had happened over the past few months. His career plummeting on a downward spiral right after his recovery, the exact opposite of what was predicted by his agent.

He was born to race, his family and his friends had always told him so. He knew it himself, he could feel it in his blood, his bones, his spirit. Ever since he was little, Jaehyun had known that his career would have something to do one way or another with racing. As a child, he loved running, competing but most of all, he loved riding in his father’s pickup truck on the way to school. He loved the way the vehicle would zoom past the streets, overtaking other vehicles and he loved the feeling of the wind against his face. He loved the speed and everything about cars or racing. It felt natural for him to pursue a career in competitive racing and a natural he was.

After getting signed with a racing company, Jaehyun quickly rose to fame with his numerous championships, bagging trophies, medals and cash prizes in almost every event he participated in. Sports magazines and reporters would clamour over each other to score an interview with him. People wanted pictures with him, wanted him to sign an autograph for them.

He was the golden boy in the racing world, an untouchable.

In the racing world, everything goes a mile a minute and nothing waits for anyone. After the morbid crash at the June Tokyo Prix, Jaehyun had sustained several fractures to his ribs and a severe concussion that left him in the hospital’s intensive care unit bedridden for several months. The pain was unlike any other and every single move hurt immensely but what suffered more damage than he did was his career and his relationships.

Within months, the racing career he had so painstakingly built up for himself collapsed before him. Due to long inactivity, brands and sponsors began to drop him, slowly at first then steadily one by one. He was also constantly under the media’s scrutiny for a period of time, their cameras and microphones thrusted in his face while he lay helpless on the hospital bed. The bright flashes blinded him and the loud noises made his head pound and even now, he still remembered how that experience was like, shuddering every time it crossed his mind. It had taken Jaehyun countless hours of physical therapy before he could even think of racing competitively again.

Yet when he did, he quickly realised he never could revert back to his old self, the one who got off on adrenaline kicks while zooming along the tracks at breakneck speed, the one who only knew what it was like to win. He was slower, less coordinated. His body could no longer take the pressure racing would subject it too, or at least not quickly enough for him to make a full, stunning comeback.

The tabloids and news had run wild with his fall from grace, writing up horrible, demeaning articles about him. His rivals had mocked him to his face and he could even sense the visible disappointment from his fans emanating from the stands whenever he’d lost yet another race. The thing that really broke the camel’s back however, was when his girlfriend Jeongyeon initiated a breakup.

Jaehyun had hoped that things would turn for the better, never one to give up. He’d trained tirelessly everyday, pushing his brittle body to the limit. He never let up on himself, gritting his teeth through all the physical and mental pressure he had imposed on himself. When the final text was sent, Jaehyun could remember distinctly how hopeless and distraught he’d felt. It felt like his world, the empire he had so painfully and relentlessly crafted for himself from scratch was breaking bit by bit. To add salt to the wound, the next time he’d seen her on television, her body was plastered against his biggest rival, Yuta. Her arms were wrapped around his and her lips pressing against his cheeks with no shame whatsoever for the interviewer interviewing him, no sign of the girl who’d once told him that she loved him with all her heart.

What was once determination and naive hopefulness soon devolved into anger and resentment. Jaehyun began to let himself go and the change was drastic. Where there once existed a time whereby he’d rise from his slumber early to visit the gym, he now regularly slept well into the late afternoon. His diet began to consist largely of takeout, junk food and alcohol and his apartment got more and more cluttered by the day. He’d stopped contacting his friends and family, ignoring their calls and texts, preferring to fester in his own solitude. It wasn’t long before an odour had started to emit from his place, a nauseating mixture of stale pizza, beer and pure filth from the lack of showers.

His appearance was also no longer polished, but rather haggard as if he’d aged five years in a matter of months. He was beginning to lose his fit stature, the healthy glow he’d once been prized on by magazines and gossip columns dimming. It got to a point whereby Jaehyun had begun to avoid looking at his hideous reflection in the mirror, his self-hatred growing with each day.

A poster of him in his racing gear and his race car was tattered and wrinkled on the floor, stained with ketchup and soda. Staring at it blankly with eyes empty of any emotions whatsoever, Jaehyun swiped it up and in a swift moment, he tore it up with a large rip before trashing it somewhere on the floor.

Flopping onto his comforter, he almost moaned in pleasure as he sunk into the soft sheets. Reaching for the air conditioning control, a loud smack on the ground roused him from his hedonistic haze. His hair was sticking up in all directions as he peered over the edge of his bed to see a picture frame that had fallen from his night stand.

Holding it in his hands, he looked at it with a nonchalant air.

It was a picture of the both of you a few years ago, back when he was just kick starting his racing career. He hadn’t yet made a name for himself then as the two of you leaned in for the picture.

You had on a bright, illuminating beam on your face, your eyes alive and glittering with happiness. Your hair was down, wisps of it framing your face as the sun brought out the colour and shine of it. Next to him, you’d completely dwarfed in comparison. He had his arm around you, bringing you to his side and from the picture, Jaehyun could feel a smile begin to crack on his face at the comical height difference.

He’d looked completely at ease here, carefree with the recklessness and restlessness of the soul beneath shining through his dark eyes. His hair was wavy, styled down in that ridiculous fashion he wanted so badly to leave back in high school. He had worn a dimpled smile on his face, the look of someone who knew he was destined for greatness and believed in it.

Jaehyun was about to put the picture down when something caught his eye. He leaned in closer.

There was something about you. At first glance, it would have been clear that you were smiling for the camera but upon closer look, it looked as if you might be smiling at him instead. Your smile was softer, eyes gentler from the first time he’d seen the picture. It was the sort of smile that struck him in his heart, the kind of smile that would make its recipient feel loved, appreciated.

“I want to be a racer when I grow up.”

You turned to Jaehyun, eyes wide as saucers as you popped the ice popsicle out of your mouth.

“Why?”

He shrugged, still struggling with the wrapper of the popsicle. The two of you sat on the wooden bench, side by side as the other kids ran around the park, playing rounds of tag while their parents or babysitters sat watching over them. The sun was glaring down on the earth and though it was a great day to go out to play and sweat it out, it was also a perfect day to find an excuse to buy popsicles with what little pocket money your parents had given to you two. It wasn’t an opportunity to be missed.

“I really like racing. I don’t know if there’s anything else I’d want to be,” he said simply, grinning as he finally succeeded in breaking open the plastic.

You tried to hide the blush that was beginning to creep up to your cheeks, looking away from him.

“My mom says being a doctor is good.”

As soon as you said it, you immediately regretted your words. Jaehyun scrunched up his nose in disgust.

“No way! It’s so boring. Do you want to be a doctor?”

Quickly, you shook your head fervently. “No!”

“Then what do you want to be?” He asks curiously, sucking on his popsicle.

You are quiet for a while as you ponder over his question. What exactly do you want to be when you grow up?

“...A writer.” You said finally and he swiveled around to look at you, clearly not expecting your answer.

“A writer? Hm, why?”

“I just really like reading. I want to write interesting stories that people will like,” you take a tentative lick of your popsicle, the icy, sweet taste of apple flavouring coating your tongue, “Like fairytales!”

Jaehyun broods over your answer, seemingly deep in thought. For a moment, neither of you say another word as you sit together under the warm, sunny day, enjoying your popsicles.

“I want people to like me too.” He says suddenly, his eyes shining. “People will like my racing! I’m going to be a racer and people will like me to win!”

He hops to his feet, his popsicle raised as he made his declaration. There is a triumphant, toothy smile on his face and he says it with so much hope and gusto that you can’t help but feel drawn to his driven spirit. For a boy of five foot, there was a lot of motivation and energy in him and there was just something about him that got you transfixed.

Under the sunlight, his smile seemed almost blindingly bright with the shadows highlighting the charming dimples on those round cheeks. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and your heart began to pound. Your words seemed stuck in your throat and you choked out, “I t-think you’ll make a good racer, J-Jaehyun.”

You thought your heart might burst as his smile grew wider, his dimples making deeper indentations. It felt like the sun might just be a little too hot since your face felt like it was positively flaming.

“Thank you, y/n.”

Suddenly, something caught your eye and shakily, you pointed at him.

His smile dropped as his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“What?”

“Y-your popsicle is m-m-melting… down your a-arm.”

The elevator button made an uncharacteristic squeaking sound as Jaehyun jabbed repeatedly at it, his jaw clenched in impatience.

“Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up,” he muttered frantically under his breath, pacing the lift lobby. The red letters above the elevator were moving at a snail’s pace and it seemed as if it’s stopped to pick up some passengers on the 5th floor. How long does it take for people to move into an elevator?

Jaehyun groaned in annoyance as he watched the number on the display crawl up slowly.

This wouldn’t do. By the time it’s here, it would be too late.

Immediately, he sprinted for the stairs instead, his heart hammering against his chest.

There was great fanfare as the rowdy crowd erupted into raucous cheers, the large, industrial sized party poppers going off with a bang, covering everyone in glitter streamers and confetti. Cameras were flashing and clicking away at every corner while throngs of sports reporters flooded the holding area, all trying to reach the champions for their coveted exclusive interviews. Agents and pit crews were all celebrating with the sound of champagne bottles popping and yells and cheers of congratulations ringing through the air.

Jaehyun stood at the top of the podium, shooting the cameras his trademark stunning grin as he posed with his golden trophy that looked to be about the size of his torso. The racing suit he was wearing was uncomfortably hot and he wanted nothing more than to strip from it but the adrenaline and euphoria he was experiencing far surpassed any feelings of discomfort.

This was it, the taste of success. It was everything he lived for, raced for. This was why he always trained so hard, from dawn to dusk. This was why he put his own body through all those hours of endurance training, gym and dieting. It was all for this single moment of true bliss enjoyed and savoured after the extreme thrill of racing. Here on the podium, towering above everyone else… He was truly where he needed to be, where he was born to be.

As he stepped off and the bodyguards swarmed in to escort him to his own holding room, Jaehyun couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. Yet another trophy for display on his shelf back in his apartment. He didn’t think he’d ever get sick of it, the feeling of winning but then again who would?

Reporters were attempting to accost him at all sides, all screaming out the same old questions he had grown tired of early on.

“How do you feel after winning the prix for the third year running?”

“You hit a record timing today! How did you train for the race?”

“What do you have to say to your rival, Nakamoto who came in second this year? By a mere few seconds at that!”

Jaehyun nodded and waved at a few of them, still wearing a smile on his face but there was no answer evoked from him. He’d kept up a calm and cool demeanour throughout but once he was in his holding room alone, the moment the door closed shut behind him, he let out a loud, jubilant howl.

“Fuck yes!” He roared out in happiness before collapsing onto the couch, laughing to himself as he held his trophy above him. He badly needed a shower but he couldn’t care less, not with the trophy in his hands. Under the light, the gold shone and even as a seasoned racer, the excitement and happiness from winning never grew old. In the empty room, the victory felt even more profound, the reality of claiming the championships for yet another year sinking in.

He was in the middle of celebrating and basking in his own victory, he received a text.

Jy: how’s my man doing? congratulations on the win honey ❤️

Jae: thanks babe, it feels fucking amazing. you have no idea… also i missed you so much

Jy: we should celebrate. together, alone. tonight at my place? ;) we haven’t done it in awhile, i miss your body, your kisses

Jaehyun stared at the text. He should be happy, excited to see Jeongyeon again after so long. He had been so preoccupied with training for the big race that he’d barely had any time for her. He had missed her yet now that they were finally exchanging texts again after so long apart, he didn’t seem to feel the same anticipation.

There was something about that text she sent that seemed weirdly… detached. He had imagined their first interaction in over a month to be one that warmed him up in the inside, brought him to a whole new level of euphoria even after winning but if anything, this reality paled in comparison to the scenario he had looked forward to in his mind.

Jae: yeah sure

After pressing send, he tossed his phone onto the coffee table and rested his head against the velvety cushion of the couch. Somehow, that very short exchange with Jeongyeon had dimmed his excitement and readiness to celebrate.

His phone suddenly rang, disrupting him from the reverie he’d found himself in.

“Must be Jeongyeon,” he thought to himself and for some reasons as he swiped to answer the call, he found himself reluctant to talk.

“Hello?”

“Jung Jaehyun! I was watching your race on television, congratulations for coming in first yet again! You were terrific out there.”

Y/n.

Jaehyun smiled, feeling his heart swell at your words.

“Thanks, y/n. I really appreciate it.”

“How about we meet for dinner tonight? I know of this amazing Italian place that serves the best lasagna, your favourite! My treat too to celebrate your win, how’s that?”

At the mention of lasagna, Jaehyun could feel his stomach rumbling and his mouth watering. The tangy tomato sauce, copious amounts of cheese and spiced minced beef with soft pasta… He would absolutely be down for some well-deserved lasagna after weeks of feasting on plain, watery salads. Dinner sounded like a great idea.

“Sure, I- Wait, I can’t,” he groaned, suddenly remembering his plans with Jeongyeon. Plans he didn’t even particularly look forward to.

“Why not?” You asked.

“I um…”

Fuck, why is it so hard to say it?

“I have plans with Jeongyeon tonight,” he said, ignoring the strange pang of guilt and indignation that hit him square in the chest.

“Oh! Oh, uh… That’s completely fine. Don’t worry about it, we can always have dinner some other day.”

“Really? That would be great! How does next week sound?”

“Sounds good to me!” Even on call, he could imagine you bobbing your head enthusiastically like you usually did and that brought a chuckle out of him.

“Alright, I’ll see you then y/n.”

“See you! Please rest well, you deserve it.”

“Thank you,” he replied before hanging up.

What is this warm feeling in him?

Jaehyun raced out of the apartment complex, his eyes searching his surroundings.

The sun was glaring and he couldn’t see straight without squinting his eyes. He must have been a weird sight to behold - scruffy, pale from the lack of the outdoors and reeking of the garbage piled up in his apartment. An elderly woman walking past him tutted disapprovingly at his disheveled appearance, holding her nose as she did but Jaehyun didn’t seem to notice her. His mind was on something else, something more important.

A boy from across the street was staring at him with his mouth agape, looking like a deer caught in headlights as he shakily fumbled in his pockets for his phone. Jaehyun let his sights linger on him, wondering if he should have at least thrown on a coat but as he turned, he caught sight of a figure hanging by the bus stop, looking miserable.

He swallowed thickly, feeling the slight clench of his heart and without hesitating a single second longer, he made his way over.

The heart monitor’s methodical beating was driving him near insanity. If not that, then certainly the suffocating atmosphere of the hospital and the bandages wrapped tightly around almost every single inch of his body would. Not to mention the occasional undercover paparazzi who would try to inch their way into his ward.

Jaehyun stared up at the white ceilings, still as a plank. Every part of his body hurt to move, he couldn’t even turn his head without feeling a painful pounding in it. Sometimes, he would get dizzy spells so intense he actually felt nauseous. His appetite for food or anything in general had since plummeted. Everything, but racing.

He yearned to go out there onto the tracks, to resume his training. The Roman Prix is coming up in a month’s time and he was so far from ready. He needed to get out of this place as soon as possible, even if it meant jeopardising his own safety. His career mattered more than anything.

Jeongyeon hadn’t called either since the day he got admitted. Jaehyun had soon grown tired of checking his messages or asking his publicist for news from her, the feeling of disappointment felt deep within him. He closed his eyes, suddenly feeling a wave of fatigue wash over him.

There was a gentle knock on the door and as the door creaked slightly open, you poked your head in. Upon seeing him, you smiled softly and made your way over to him. Jaehyun watched you approach, his eyes following you.

You had brought along a basket with you, seemingly full of items. As much as he wanted to know what you’d brought, he tried not to look overeager. “I made you something special today,” you said, settling down and practically vibrating with excitement.

“What?”

“Tomato minestrone soup!” You exclaimed, uncovering the lid as the tantalising aroma of tomatoes and a medley of vegetables drifted in the air. Jaehyun almost had to restrain himself from moving, lest he shift a bone out of place somewhere.

Somehow seeing you had sparked a certain kind of joy in him. Maybe it was a sign nobody had really forgotten about him yet. He had watched his number of visitors trickle down day by day and now that it was close to a month since he’d been hospitalised, after the tragic accident, he barely got any. Perhaps three or four a week if he was lucky.

You, however, you were different. You visited him almost every other day, no matter how busy you were. You visited his bedside even if you were worn out from a long day of work, even when you had things to attend to, even when no one else bothered to. You would bring along snacks whenever you did or homemade get-well food like fish porridge or chicken noodle soup you’d whipped up yourself, though they might be far from the usual gourmet fare he was used to back when he was still active when he would go for exquisite dinner parties. Usually, you stayed for a substantial amount of time and sometimes, you even stayed the night.

Jaehyun didn’t understand why you would do all of this for a friend, a friend who never seemed to have time to spare for you at that. More than anything, the feeling of guilt in him only grew stronger with each visit yet he was grateful, extremely grateful. Your presence was like a warm ray of sunshine in this dreary hospital ward. Whenever you visited, he couldn’t help but smile even though he could not find it in himself to smile. But when it came to you, it felt natural.

“Y/n!”

At the sound of Jaehyun’s voice, you turned and even from afar, he could see your reddened eyes - a surefire sign you’d been crying. Guilt and anger washed over him in waves and he tried not to think how many times he had been the cause of your tears. If only he could turn back time, he would have shook himself for ever dismissing you so lightly like he did, before he saw the situation for what it was.

He was blinded. Blinded by his obsession for winning, fame, glory and pleasing the wrong people. In a way, it felt like a fog had been lifted before him and now that he could see, think, feel clearly… He wasn’t going to let the right person out of his grasp. The person who loved him unconditionally, not just for his fame and achievements. The person who stuck with him through thick and thin but he was just too daft to notice it. The person who always felt like home whether he knew it or not.

You.

“Jaehyun? W-What are you…” You spluttered, desperately trying to wipe your tears from your face as you stared up at him.

It took a couple of seconds for him to regain his breath, his face turning red from embarrassment and exertion. He should really start leaving those beers and junk food alone.

“I…” He panted, both out of fatigue and relief, “We need to talk.”

“Jung is getting closer, any minute now Hendery!”

“I don’t believe this! Are we looking at a potential comeback for this prix? Push, push, push!”

“It seems like we might be! Here he comes! He is absolutely mad!”

The nascars zipped along the race tracks, smoke and some bits of burnt rubber and chipped metal trailing along its wake. They were a blur of colours to the spectators, who were practically glued to their seats as they watched the race reach its climax. A massive telescreen was displaying close ups and the ranking board with huge overhead lights that illuminated the stadium. The crowd was growing wilder by the second as the racecars zoomed past them, their attention fixed on one racer in particular.

The sleek nascar was streaked in royal blue and crimson red over a metallic black base, looking almost purple and black with how fast it was flying across the tracks. The wheels were spinning so fast that the friction between the tough rubber tire and the rough granite almost lit up the tracks. It was charging forward with a steely determination and ruthlessness, closing in rapidly on a green and white nascar ahead of it.

The adrenaline coursing Jaehyun’s veins was unlike any other. The thrill he got from racing could practically send him into an all time high and a cunning grin tugged at his lips as he stepped his foot down hard on the pedal, his hands gripping tightly onto his steering wheel. Rounding around a bend, he clenched his jaw as he pushed his body weight to the left, the muscles in his abdominals and biceps flexing and straining against his racing suit as the car drifted across the tracks in a perfect arc.

“Did you see that perfectly executed drift?! Insanity!”

“Jung is absolutely on fire!”

The thunderous cheers of the crowd and the loud hum of the race cars racing across the tracks faded into the background as he kept his eyes trained steadily forward. Any time now…

“Watch out, Nakamoto,” he whispered under his breath.

Steering his wheel sharply and accelerating much to the crowd’s excitement and trepidation, his race car was now driving side by side along Yuta’s. For a split second, the two turned to look at each other through the window and even though there was no way of seeing the other’s face through that helmet, something in Jaehyun told him that his rival was angered, shocked and… Fearful.

Jaehyun grinned beneath his helmet and without a second thought, he zipped forward, leaving Yuta behind in the smoke.

“He’s going for it, he’s going for it… Wait for it… And he crosses the line! The legend has reclaimed his spot on the top!”

“And that is how you execute one of the greatest comebacks of all time, ladies and gentlemen. Jung has done what we believed to be impossible and dominated the race! I wonder how Nakamoto feels about that?”

The other commentator chuckles into his microphone.

“Well Haechan, if I were him, I’d be pissed off for sure! But I’d also be worried… So very worried.”

The crowd was absolutely wild when he’d disembarked from the car and as he removed his helmet, he was greeted with camera flashes all around him. He shook his head, running a gloved hand over his hair and he took a deep breath. The air smelled of burnt rubber, smoke and… Success.

He had done it. He had made his comeback.

His pit crew made a beeline for him, slapping him on the back, their faces jubilant and lit with pure joy. His new manager, one that he trusted and helped him inch his way back to the top step by step, shot him a thumbs up which he nodded in acknowledgement as the crowd of sports journalists, reporters and photographers began to swarm in on him.

Yet, he paid them no attention. If this was three years ago, he would have basked in the glory, the attention but now he had greater concerns on his mind. His heart was pounding now for a different reason altogether and he could feel his hands growing clammy.

Jaehyun craned his neck and searched the rowdy media crowd. Where were you?

“Jaehyun!”

At your voice, he turned and immediately almost stumbled backwards as you crashed into him for a hug. The feelings of you against him sparked a joy in his heart, a joy almost greater than winning. He enveloped you in a hug, holding your waist as he nuzzled his face into your hair. Your scent of honey and jasmine was intoxicating, alluring and a welcomed change from the smell of smoke and rubble.

The two of you had been dating for about two years now, each day together better than the previous. After he’d caught up with you that day, it was as if you were seeing a different Jaehyun from the one you’d seen in his apartment. That Jaehyun who had caught up with you at the bus stop was the old Jaehyun you’d missed and it was as if a switch somewhere had been flipped. To this day, he had never admitted what changed while you were gone for those few minutes. He had subsequently apologised for everything he’d done, even things you didn’t see a problem with. It was shocking to say the least to see the unapologetic Jaehyun apologise for anything at all, but not more shocking than what entailed a few days later.

It started with a vase of luscious red roses being sent to your workplace followed by an invitation for dinner. Before you knew it, the boy you’d loved almost all your life was courting you with a passion. It felt like a complete dream, so much so you had been afraid to wake up suddenly and realise it was all just your imagination. He’d been more of a romantic than he’d let on and many times, you had found yourself completely smitten by his stunts that stretched from learning how to make homemade chocolates for you on Valentine’s Day knowing that you liked them, even though he was well known as a terrible cook to sending flowers up to your doorstep every other week.

Within a couple of months, the two of you were dating and deeply, wildly in love.

Amidst date nights filled with laughter and kisses, he had also been steadily climbing his way back up the ranks of the racing world. After ditching his unhealthy lifestyle he had been living for the past year, the change was apparent. He’d started hitting the gym, eating healthier and before long, he was in prime condition to start racing again. Training was long and tough but he never did give up. He was more determined and driven than you’d seen him and though the old Jaehyun would have been gutted at a loss, this new, better version of him never fussed over a loss of any kind, instead learning from his mistakes.

All of his efforts had led to this ultimate moment, the taste of victory on his lips.

You noticed he had been shifting uncomfortably and you looked up, puzzled and concerned.

“Jaehyun? You okay?”

He looked at you, his ears red, a sign that he was anxious, nervous.

“Jaehyun? What-”

Your words got stuck in your throat as he knelt down on one knee, the lights overhead bringing out the sparkle in his eyes and the shine in his hair. Those dark orbs were so full of hope, anxiety and love all intermingled in one and you found it difficult to believe that those eyes were looking at you directly, the emotions in them all for you.

Jaehyun withdrew a tiny, velvet box from his pocket and popped it open. In the box, was a tiny diamond ring, glittering and absolutely regal. The diamond itself was beautifully cut and interwoven into the metal band with microfibres of white gold and it simply shone as the camera flashes went off. The crowd was going bonkers, screaming and cheering with wolf whistles.

“Y/n,” he spoke softly, his voice gentle. “You have always been there for me, always been my better half. We have been friends for over a decade and lovers for merely two but it seemed as if we always were meant for each other. It took me so long to realise that and there is not a day I don’t regret not realising it sooner. You are my everything - my past, present and future. Falling in love with you was gradual, unconscious. I guess my heart knew you the one before I even did. It started with me being in a dark, dark place where I drowned in my own self-hatred and insecurities. I was beaten, defeated and I just gave up. Where everyone did the same, you never did. You were like a beam of shining light, shining upon me and guiding me even if I didn’t notice it at the time. But when I did, you glowed even more brightly than I’d envisioned. I’d been oblivious to your beauty both inside and outside for far too long and god knows how much I fucking regret it. I’m different now though, because of you. I am the best version of myself right now because I have you in my life. You taught me how to love, allow myself to be loved. There’s no universe whereby I’d want to be without you. I can’t see myself without you in my life. I need you, I love you.”

Tears were beginning to stream down your face and the stadium had grown quieter, all tuning into what was happening.

Jaehyun looked up at you, hopeful and so full of love that you thought your heart might burst.

“So I guess what I’m saying is, will you marry me, y/n?” He asked breathlessly.

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sincerelyinvain · 2 years ago

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FIVE: Pancakes with honey

( quick note: yes the pancake recipe I used is real so if you want to make some pancakes after this be my guest )

The sun rays hit your face as you yawn while turning your phone off, thoma was already sitting up sighing, "All this teasing is gonna be the death of me" you hear thoma mumble, "morning thoma" "oh! good morning yn!" he gives you a sunshine smile, "so since you taught me about guitar yesterday why don't I teach you how to make some fluffy pancakes?" your eyes shine the moment he said pancakes "Did you say pancake?! Come on then let's get started then!" "woah woah slow down let's brush our teeth first!" you were jumping like a child way too excited to make your favorite food on your own. You and thoma get down brushing your teeth, you literally sprints to the kitchen while thoma giggles as you practically jump up and down in the kitchen, "Alrighty so first we prepare the ingredients" thoma quickly writes down them down. You were honestly surprised you had all the ingredients on hand already.

2 pc of egg

4 tps of milk

3.3 tbsp of all purpose flour

1/4 tsp vanilla extract

2 tbsp of sugar / sweetener

You listen to thoma's instructions attentively not wanting to miss a second of what he was saying, "First separate the egg whites from the yolks, set the whites aside then put the egg yolks in a bowl, add the milk then mix till they are fully combined" You stirred to your hearts content, "Ok done what's next thoma?" he giggles seeing how fast you worked "Wow you're really excited huh? well then next you put your flour then mix, after mixing put the vanilla extract" you made quick work again as thoma admires the sparkle in your eyes and action, it was quite rare for anyone to see you like this, child like and charismatic. "Done, done and done!" "Ha ha! great job now set that aside and bring back the egg whites, so do you have an electric whisk? I don't really want your wrist to hurt" you search the cupboards finding a small one "Alright just whisk it till it looks like a cloud, right after that scoop up somewhat of a hole in the mix, not so big!" as you are doing that thoma takes the time to look at your features again but ass he does some of the mix splat on your nose, how cute he mentally notes as he turns the whisk off for you, "Hey why'd you turn it off I-" He gently takes your face in his palm then using the other hand wipes the mix off your face, "There was a little something on your face chef~" he said giving you a sweet smile. Oh my god your heart was pounding again, his hands felt so soft on your face, he must have felt your face heating up he lets go of your face quickly looking away "a-ahem! uh so I guess that's done now just mix those whites with the yolk mix" you mix them but butterflies were fluttering all over your stomach, you couldn't help shake the feeling of thoma's soft hands, your legs could go jelly at any moment now. "Now that we have our pancake mix lets put that in pipping bag shall we?" he takes the mix from your side "when putting it in the pipping bag try putting it in a measuring cup to make it easier to put the batter in" he demonstrates them to you while you mentally note down everything he says and do, "now lets put a pan on low heat then squeeze the batter, squeeze it like how you ice cream" he swirls the batter while you admire how gently he squeezes the bag, "Now we wait about maybe 3 to 6 minutes but before you cover the pan put maybe 2 spoons of water for the fluff" he sets a timer now the waiting game begins which gives you time to have a small conversations with thoma. Ding! "Oh! its time to flip the pancakes!" you take the honor of flipping it, your eyes shine like stars seeing the fluffy side of the pancake "Woah! I'm already drooling thoma!" he laughs at your childishness, "Calm down yn, a few more minutes again then you can eat it" once more you wait, right after you hear the timer ding you see the now finished pancakes, practically jumping like a child that was given a lollipop. Thoma prepares the plating "I know you love honey so I bought some yesterday and maybe snuck it in your fridge" "You bought honey and didn't tell me?! I thought I trusted you!" you playfully hit him and pout "Ha ha! ok ok I'm sorry!" you tackle him before he took the honey out the fridge "Ah! yn!" thoma accidently grabs the bag of flour as he falls now you and thoma were now on the floor full of flour on both of you and the floor, you two laugh as you playfully throw flour at eachother, "Ok! ok! stop the pancakes might go cold!" you stand up first then help thoma up on his feet, "Uh we made a mess..." "Yeah..." "Lets clean it up before we eat hm?" "yup".

After you and thoma clean up yourselves and the kitchen you bring the plates while thoma takes the honey out the fridge, you sit down eagerly looking at the mouth watering pancakes you made, thoma follows you with the honey, "Chef yn, why don't you do the honors of pouring the honey?" "Gladly Chef thoma!" you take the honey from thoma who is sitting beside you smiling at your excited form, you perfectly pour the honey on the pancakes, the honey spills all over the pancakes making a gorgeous display, "Woah...It really has been a while since I've had pancakes, with honey no less" "Well I'm glad you like them" you eat the pancakes with love and excitement, you thought this could be the best breakfast you've had in a while.

After breakfast you and thoma had the idea of watching Ratatouille, ironic I know but thoma had the idea so blame him! You and thoma change clothes before watching but of course thoma forgot to being extras, "Hey yn do you have a shirt I can use? Ha ha..I forgot to bring an extra" "I do have one, I got it online but I accidently bought like 3x my size" you grab the shirt from your closet "Wow it does look big well this could work".

Now that you and thoma are in comfortable clothing now, thoma takes the honor of putting the Ratatouille on while you get some snacks for you two to eat while watching. While you watch thoma was hugging a pillow, you thought about leaning on his shoulder but couldn't get yourself to do it. "Strawberries and cheese?" "Yeah weird but I've tried it, wasn't that bad!" thoma was a great cook but never serious, he tries new things but not to extravagate. thoma scoots a bit closer to you but then you unconsciously leaned on his shoulder, thoma's shoulders go up a bit like a scared cat the same one you find so cute. "Woah Paris really is beautiful huh?" "Yeah I've always wanted to go there too" thoma mentioned wanting to travel to Paris to taste the food, but you mentioned to him the music and maybe secretly the love in the air of the place. "Should you know we should try some of the dishes in this" "They look hard though?" "Like Gusteau said Anyone can cook besides I already got my salary and I've haven't spend it" "Your salary? That's to much to ask for thoma" "C'mon it'll be fun hm?" "Alright fine but you're cleaning if we burn something" "Yes Chef yn~" "Oh shut up" thoma loves trying things with you, day 2 in to his break with you and he doesn't think he can survive any longer without thinking about kissing you or doing couple things with you. "Man even rats are better cooks than me" "Awh don't worry I'll teach you how to cook!" his smile was really like the sun, he truly is the embodiment of a sunflower everything about him from top to bottom was your favorite. The movie ends and you hum the closing song ( Le Festin ) thoma notices that and gets up and gives you his hand, you hum in confusion "Come on while the music is on lets dance to the credits" your face heats up in real time as you slowly take his hand, he lightly wraps his arm around your waist while you hook your arm around his neck, you two waltz to the music of course you two were also very much flustered, thoma gets an idea to twirl you around you giggle as he catches you after the twirl by then the music ends and you two can't face eachother from how red your faces were, "A-ahem well um do you wanna make those dishes now?" "Oh! uh yeah l-lets do it!". You two manage to make Ratatouille, not perfectly but you two tried your best, you also spent some time to imitate Le Festin on your guitar without looking the notes up while thoma cleaned up the kitchen from all your attempts to make the dishes from the movie. It took you the whole evening to imitate the song, you record yourself playing it for some break content.

( Le Festin by Camille covered by Devina Clarabelle )

thoma was just finished cleaning the kitchen and heard you, he was star struck, he honestly couldn't believe he had the courage to even waltz with you earlier, today was one of his best days if you ask him.

This is probably my favorite chapter BAHAHAHA. I literally was watching Ratatouille while writing this anyways thanks for reading this :D.

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writemekpop · 4 years ago

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You Belong to Me (Part 1) | Na Jaemin

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

Summary: You’re a psycho stalker bitch... no, you’re just a girl in love.

Genre: DILF!Jaemin, Suggestive

Word Count: 1.3k

Gif: @taesfun

Part 1 ⭐️ | Part 2

You weren't sure when you realised you were in love with Na Jaemin.

There was just something about him – his quirky jokes, slick jawline, that smile - oh god, that beautiful smile... he was born to charm you.

And there was no way your crush was one sided. Jaemin had complimented your lasagne the other day. So what if he was married with a newborn kid? He was basically screaming, "I LIKE YOU TOO!"

As you entered your apartment that night, you were struck by a delightful thought. You could do an experiment – a love experiment. You'd ask Jaemin to help with something boring. If he enjoyed himself too much, it meant he liked you too.

You reached for your bedroom light switch, and... ping! It was half-dead - he could fix it for you. The thought of Jaemin in your bedroom made you giddy.

You began texting.

Hey Jaemin, it’s Y/n! I have a bit of a situation... can you help?

Your tummy began to tingle. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. What did Jaemin think of you - if he did at all? You were just the girl next door. Literally.

A knock rattled the door.

You unbuttoned the top three buttons of your plaid shirt, revealing a hint of cleavage. Then you felt bad, and did one back up again.

You finally opened the door, a smile leaping to your face. Jaemin leaned on the doorframe with one muscled arm. There it was - that half-smile that turned your insides to jelly.

“Hey, Jaemin. That was fast!”

“I was just getting the mail, so I figured I’d come over.” He was 'getting the mail'. Yeah, right. More like - he dropped everything to run to you.

“Thank you! By the way, have you heard back about that job?” You smirked inwardly. You were the one who recommended Jaemin apply – yet another thing that connected you.

Jaemin high-fived you; your palm sizzled at the contact.

“Thanks for asking,” Jaemin said. “I’ve been dying to talk about it. It was real good. I’m pretty sure I got it.”

You squeezed your hands together. “I’m so happy for you.” See? Jaemin needed you.

“It’s all thanks to you, sugar!” Jaemin flashed that devastating smile. Sugar. Your heart did a summersault. “Now, what is it I can do for you?”

You grinned. “I need your legs.”

Jaemin’s lips struggled to fight a smile. Ugh, he was cute. “Say again?”

"I’m too short to change this bulb. Damn my genetics!”

Jaemin chuckled. “My legs are yours for the taking. Show me the way.”

Your face burned. “Follow me. It’s the one in my bedroom.” Did he hear your voice quiver over the word bedroom?

You passed through the kitchen, passing a freshly baked batch of lemon drizzle cupcakes. They were perfectly poised for Jaemin’s eyes to fall on.

Jaemin stopped to take them in. “Woah, Y/n, these look amazing!”

You smiled. “Try one, they’re your favourite after all.”

Jaemin’s brow quirked. “How did you know that?”

Oh shit. Jaemin did not need to know that you followed him around in the supermarket – every Wednesday. “Err… your wife mentioned it.” You smiled nonchalantly.

Jaemin’s face smoothed. “Oh, right, of course!”

“Let’s get to that lightbulb,” you say, desperately hoping that he couldn’t hear your heart pounding out of your chest. “There it is,” you said, pointing to your bedroom ceiling.

Jaemin glanced around your room, his eyes landing on your bed. It was perfectly made up as always, dotted with pillows like fluffy clouds.

“Man, your bed is straight out of a magazine. How do you ever leave it?”

You forced a shrug, even though your insides were dancing.

You wanted to say, "You can test it out - anytime!". But you didn't. Instead, you settled with, “Sometimes I want to lie in it all day.”

You bit your lip as you watched him.

Was he fantasizing about the same thing? About pushing you onto the bed and ravishing you? All it would take was a gentle hand on his back... His perfectly muscled back, that was burned in your mind’s eye.

What would it feel like to run your fingers across his skin? What would it feel like to turn him around and squeeze your mouth onto his? Your heart banged against your chest, shaking you forward.

You could do this.

Just one touch. That was all. And if Jaemin responded, so be it.

Just as you reached out your hand, your eyes landed on a bulge in his back pocket.

You paused, trying to determine the shape. It was a baby’s dummy. HIS baby’s dummy. You yanked your hand back, head reeling. What the hell were you thinking?

Jaemin clapped his hands together and turned to you. “Okay. Have you got a step stool?”

“Right there.” You pointed a shaky finger. “I’ll grab the light bulbs.”

Jaemin set up the step stool. “Okay, lady. I’m going to pass you the old bulb in a sec.”

“Sure.” You gripped the package and forced yourself to focus on his shoes, and not his glorious, toned thighs.

“Trade?” Your fingers brushed the inside of his wrist as you passed him the new bulb. His skin was shockingly smooth.

You watched intently as Jaemin screwed in the bulb. His shirt rode up, revealing a glimpse of his perfectly muscled caramel stomach. He wasn't even trying to cover up. Was he teasing you on purpose? Well, it was working.

You noticed the faint line of black hair that travelled from his navel into his pants. Your mouth went dry.

Once again, you felt a pull to touch him.

It would be so easy. All you had to do was reach out your hand and brush it against his crotch. It would be like an accident, a slip of the hand...

But then you remembered the dummy, and your heart slowed.

How many men would carry their daughter’s dummy in their pocket? Jaemin was such a good father. It was the most attractive thing about him.

“Okay, I’m ready for that light cover.”

“Right.” You handed it to him. “Thanks so much for doing this. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” Jaemin said, smiling. “Want to flip the switch and make sure it works?”

You flicked it up, and the lights went on. “Yay! You did it. My... hero.”

Jaemin jumped off the step stool, his curly hair lagging above him. “Mission accomplished.”

“I owe you one, Jaemin.” God, you did. He lit up your life - without even knowing it.

“Nah. That’s what friends are for, right?” He touched a hand to your back as he followed you from your room. If he knew how his touch made you shiver, he'd snatch it back like you were on fire.

“I couldn’t ask for better neighbours," you said, opening the front door.

If he knew what you’d almost done, he’d… he’d gently move your hands away and tell you no. That was the thing about Jaemin. He was always kind. No matter what.

“All good, Y/n. You know you’re always welcome round ours. I’ll tell Alexis you said hi.” Jaemin’s eyes lit up when he mentioned his wife. Your heart lurched.

“See you later.” You swung the door shut before Jaemin could say anything else. You shoved your face to your hands.

"I love you, Jaemin," you whispered. And I’m an idiot, you thought. Maybe I should just pack up and move to Australia. That would solve everything…

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Jaemin pressed his back to your door and took a deep breath.

“That was a close one,” he muttered to himself. “Get a grip, man. She doesn't like you. Heck, even if she does like you, you're married...”

Jaemin took three deep breaths and entered his apartment.

If only you knew…

Read part 2 here.

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professorrw · 3 years ago

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Seven Minutes In Heaven

marvel masterlist

Pairing: shy female reader x Wanda Maximoff

Request: wanda x reader story— this is honestly just me projecting at this point lol, but i’ve never been to a party✌️😀so maybe a seven minutes in heaven vibe with the team? feel free to add smut as well

Warnings: smut, 18+, fluff, thigh riding, denied orgasm, drinking, partying, embarrassed reader, mentions of Nat x Steve

A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Maybe you didn’t grow up like a normal teen, or maybe you were just shy, either way you had never played the game ‘Seven Minutes In Heaven.’ You knew what it was but you’d never played it. And how strange it was that the first time you would be at a party hosted by Tony Stark. You’d think that super heroes between the ages of twenty and one thousand five hundred years old wouldn’t play that kind of game. But at that point you couldn’t put anything past your makeshift family.

Everyone other than you, Clint, Bruce, Tasha, Tony, Steve, Thor, Wanda, and Pietro had left already. You couldn’t blame them. It was four in the morning and the music was on full blast all night. Most of the guests would be going home with headaches and waking up with them too.

Most of the group was drinking. Everyone other than Steve, who couldn’t feel the side effects of alcohol. So if you really thought about Steve was going to be the only one with a sound mind. You and Wanda both had a drink or two, but not enough to be drunk, just a little tipsy. The most drunk was Thor, which didn’t surprise you in the slightest.

Natasha finished off her beer, the last resort when it came to drinking in her opinion, and set it down on the circular table you were all seated around.

“Let’s play a game,” she suggested, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

“What’d you have in mind?” Thor asked.

“How about,” she smirked, looking at you and Wanda, “seven minutes in heaven?” She shot you a wink, knowing how bad you had it for Wanda. If that was her idea of a way to get you to confess, maybe she was on the right track. The liquid confidence flowing through you was more than you normally had and what other time would you have the guts to say something?

“What is that?” Thor asked. “Are we supposed to take turns killing someone and then bringing them back to life after seven minutes?”

You threw your head back and laughed, and Thor grinned too even though he didn’t know what was so funny.

“No, it’s where you take turns picking two people to go into a closet or room or whatever and set a timer for seven minutes and you can’t let them out until the time is up. And usually what they’re supposed to do is kiss and make out and such.” Natasha explained it so well that you questioned how many times she had played the game.

“Ah, I see. Well let’s get on with it!” Thor shouted.

Tony was slouched down in the seat next to him and swatted at his arm. “Keep it down would ya? I’ll play the game as long as no one’s too loud. My head is already throbbing.”

Clint chuckled, “Are you sure all that alcohol is good for your… machine there?”

Tony rolled his head over to look at Clint with a glare. “My machine is perfectly fine, thank you.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Would you grandpas quit it? We’re trying to play a game,” Wanda huffed.

“Yeah, yeah, just start already.” Tony tossed his hand up in the air and waved you guys on without much effort, making his wrist look like jelly.

“Okay, Tony since you have so much to say, why don’t you go first?” Natasha asked.

“I think I will.” He sat up and looked around surveying the group. He did that for a good two minutes before he finally said anything. “I choose… Natasha and Steve.”

Steve, who had been silent that whole time, looked over at Natasha, who wiggled her eyebrows and started to get up. Steve followed and you noticed how he had a little pep in his step. From what you could tell three out of the five original male Avengers had a crush on Nat. You couldn’t blame them, she was gorgeous.

You picked up your phone and started the timer for seven minutes as soon as the broom closet door shut. Wanda, who was sitting next to you, looked over and watched the time tick down.

“What do you think they’re up to?” she asked. Her small smirk and half lidded eyes were enough to make you catch your breath. She wasn’t trying to look seductive but she sure did to you.

“I don’t know,” you confessed. “What do you think Pietro?” To alleviate the pressure of looking and talking to Wanda you addressed Pietro, hoping the attention would no longer be on you.

Your crush's twin leaned forward and looked at you from across Wanda. “I bet they’re kissing. I don’t think the Captain would do anything more than that for a game.” You heard Bruce make a noise from across the table but you didn’t pay him any mind. You knew he liked Nat too, but he never made a move on her, so he couldn’t get mad.

“I’m not so sure, brother. Maybe Natasha wants to do more than that. I could see something happening between those two.” Wanda furrowed her brow and squinted her eyes up at the ceiling, thinking.

There was more random talking for a few minutes until your phone began to chime, signaling that their time was up.

“Guys!” you shouted, “Times up!”

“Oh my god I’m going to bed.” Tony got up from the couch and left the room, scowling all the way there. Meanwhile the door to the broom closet had opened, and out stepped Natasha and Steve. There was no visible sign of them doing anything, but you still eyed them suspiciously. Tasha caught your eye and smiled before reclining back in her seat.

“So I guess I’ll choose next. I want Y/N and,” she eyed each of the players left before settling on the person next to you. “Wanda.”

On the inside you were beaming and your heart was fluttering. On the outside you were nervous. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the sudden feat. Wanda wasted no time and shot up from her seat. With enlarged eyes you stared up at the red head, who was wearing a smirk on her face.

"Come on beautiful, it's our turn." She beckoned you to follow her and you did, trailing behind her with wolf whistles in your wake. Once you two were gone Natasha and Pietro shared a smile. They both knew your feelings, and talked about their plan to get you two together. Pietro was able to get his sister to admit that she had feelings for you earlier that night, and the operation was a go from there.

Wanda's sultry smile wasn't disappearing. She was beyond happy that you were paired together. She shut and locked the door behind you, and pressed you against it. Your breath hitched and your whole body was tingling and on edge. Wanda's skilled hands held onto your waist and her breath was on your neck.

In her seductive Sokovian accent she said, “I’ve been wanting to do this for months.” Her lips pressed against the soft and sensitive skin on the center column on your neck, sucking and nibbling on it. You had been holding a breath the whole time, but when her skin touched yours your mouth fell open and a moan escaped involuntarily. Wanda grabbed hold of your hair and pulled back, giving her more access to mark you.

Your hands were shaky, and she could tell how nervous you were. She pulled back and slipped her hands into yours. “If you don’t want to do this I can understand,” she said while she looked into your eyes. All forms of seduction were gone, she was genuinely concerned about you.

You shook your head so fast it felt like your brain was spinning. “No, no. I do want this. I’m just nervous. I really like you and I don’t want to mess up.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I don’t know what I’m doing either, I’m just going with the flow… and doing what feels right.” She put one of her hands on your cheek, the metal of one of her rings stinging against the warmth of your face.

“We can take this as slow as you like,” Wanda whispered.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, but Wanda pulled your lip out with her thumb. She looked you in the eye and hesitated for some sign for her to go on. You took the chance to lean in, capturing her lips with yours. She was an amazing kisser, though you couldn’t say much, you hadn’t kissed many people before. Her kiss was electric, sending jolts through your entire body, even places you didn’t know could be affected by a simple kiss.

Your back arched into her, pressing your crotch against hers. She moaned, tugging on your lip. Her hands went to your behind, landing on your butt and squeezing it tight. Even after her words she could sense your hesitancy.

“Go ahead, beautiful, explore me.”

You did as told, letting your hands trail up her stomach under her shirt and up to the lacy fabric of her bra. To support her weakening knees she slotted one in between your legs, hiking up the fabric of your dress and pressing her slacks against your wet underwear. You scooted further down the door, making the fabric rub even more. Without thinking you started to slide back and forth on her thigh. Wanda thought it was sexy, seeing you getting on with her leg, rubbing your slick cunt against her for relief.

You realized what you were doing and panicked, eyes shooting open in alarm. She laughed quietly, the ring in her voice more beautiful than anything else you had heard before. It eased your nerves and when she told you to go on you weren’t so nervous anymore.

Wanda helped you, putting her hands on your hips to guide you and moving her thigh to meet your movement. You held onto her shoulders, head falling forward and hair fanning around your face. Wanda wanted to see your face. She thought it was beautiful. She tilted your head back up so she could look at you. You tried to hide your face, somewhat embarrassed by how much pleasure you were getting out of the experience.

“You don’t have to shy away, I think you look amazing. Even when you’re moaning,” she added with a smirk.

“Wanda,” you started, trying to tell her that it wasn’t true.

“Shh, you don’t have to say anything. Just ride me until you cum darling.”

You did. You kept on riding her, at some point pulling your panties to the side so your bare pussy was against her. You were moaning for sure, but you tried to stay quiet, knowing that everyone outside would hear if you were too loud. Your peak was near, not too much to go until you would have your orgasm right there on Wanda’s pants.

“Okay love birds! Time’s up!” Natasha yelled from the other side of the door. You gasped, the feeling of Wanda’s thigh leaving you. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to appease yourself but it was to no use.

“We’ll continue this later,” Wanda whispered. She could tell you were struggling but everyone would know what you were up to if you stayed any longer, they may even open the door themselves. You pulled your dress back down and got yourself situated and Wanda checked over you, making sure that you looked presentable.

She opened the door and everyone was staring. Heat, unbearable, searing heat, rose to your face, undoubtedly turning it scarlet. You scurried to your seat and tried to drown in the couch. Wanda excused herself, walking to the bathroom with your eyes trailing after her. You weren’t sure what she was going to do, but she was actually going to clean your juices off her pants. As much as she would have loved to represent you, she knew how embarrassed you would be if everyone saw the glistening on the black fabric.

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