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oh to be cringe on main again...
#(might delete)#painfully tempted to go back to my spinel x reader era#i was (mostly) shameless back then it was crazy#hate how self-conscious i am now when it comes to posting like#'ohhh nooo what if a cool mutual i never talk to sees this and thinks i'm weird-?' when in reality WHO CARES???#i need to be cringe again i need to be cringe again i need-
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spur of the moment (ldh) | pt. 2
please read part 1 before reading to better understand the story!
haechan x afab!reader
wc: 10k (...)
warnings: MDNI, fluff and (mostly) smut, dirty thoughts, inexperienced!haechan, a first hangout, reader finds fleshlight, handjob, handjob with a fleshlight, mention of a dildo, ruined orgasm, slight nipple play, dirty talk, they are both very shameless and perverts, fingering, unprotected sex (NOOO!!!), no clear dynamics but they both talk so much, they like it a lot
a/n: happy new years everyone! first fic of the year will be part two! thank u all so much for the support on the first part! i enjoyed writing this and i hope u guys like it as much as i do… please let me know what u guys think!!
the next day, haechan debates on whether or not he wants to go to class.
it doesn’t help that you came out in his dream, squirming under him and asking to be filled up by his cock. it’s nothing he hasn’t experienced (he’s not a pervert, he swears), but after last night, it all feels new to him. the thought of being so close to you and not being able to do anything about it makes him feel a little crazy. then again, he can always just ask you to hang out.
it’s really not that easy, he thinks. you’re kinda way out of his league and he wonders if you even remember his name. you seem to talk to a select few in your shared class, which makes haechan wonder why you chose to talk to him that specific morning. it wasn’t serious or anything, but he wishes he would have seemed a little cooler. curse his only-shy-on-first-meetings self.
today is slightly different though, when he enters the classroom five minutes before, he doesn’t see you in your normal spot, laptop out and your journal filled with handwritten notes in front of you. he scans the room to realize that you’re not even there. he feels relieved yet disappointed as he takes his seat. he swears that he had enough confidence to talk to you today, but it turns out he won’t be able to live it out.
once he settles with that thought, a minute before the class starts, the door slams open and you rush in. realizing that your seat has been taken by someone else, you look for any empty seats. there’s only one close to the front.
while haechan lazily scrolls through his phone, he realizes someone is rushing down his row, stopping right at the empty seat next to him. he looks up to see you smiling down at him, “can i sit here, haechan?”
his whole body goes rigid, mouth slightly open as he stares at you for a moment too long. you look away at his intense eye contact, to which he notices and quickly motions for you to sit down. you thank him quietly, moving fast to get yourself set up. while you’re setting up, you accidentally bump your arm against his, causing his breath to hitch. you take it as slight annoyance, “sorry haechan!” you send an easy smile towards him, but that only reminds him of last night.
he can’t focus throughout the lecture. you’re sitting right next to him, minding your business, all while dirty thoughts of you and him replay in his mind. he wonders if you would reach over and whisper in his ear, begging to let you touch him during class. the back of his neck feels hot, and he tries to stop the blush that threatens to form on his cheeks. he would rather die than get horny in class.
he takes a few deep breaths, trying to focus on his professor droning on about utilitarianism. he takes a peek over at you scribbling down notes. you have a slight frown on your face coming from how hard you’re focusing on writing down notes. your focus breaks when you feel a pair of eyes on you, and you turn to look at haechan. he immediately turns to typing his notes on his laptop, and you can see how his skin has turned a pretty shade of pink on his cheeks.
you’ve had your eyes on him since you asked him how his morning was. you found it cute how he stuttered when you asked, trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with you. later that night, you tried to search him on instagram, and lo and behold, there he was, a private account with 90 followers to his name. you decided to hold off from talking to him, seeing if he would ever make a move on you.
now that you can visibly see how nervous he is just by you sitting next to him, you know you have to do something about it. you can’t wait until class ends.
when class ends, haechan tries to see how fast he can make his escape. completely ignoring how he stood in front of his mirror this morning planning what he wanted to say to you, he wonders if he could just slip past you. he shoves his laptop into his backpack and tries to beeline out the door as soon as his professor ends class.
before he can make it out though, a hand grabs his arm, and he turns to look down at you. a sickly sweet smile adorned on your face as you ask, “what are you going to do after class, haechan?”
it’s as if you could see right through him, his actions from last night plastered on his face as he answers you, “um, i was probably going to go back to my apartment to look over today's notes…” a complete lie, he was going to go back to his apartment to think about his utter failure today. maybe even get off to the thought of you again, how nice it felt to have you so close, how you basically touched him today, how sweet your smile was.
“that’s perfect actually! i wanted to ask if you wanted to go over the lecture together. you seemed a little distracted today,” you let out a small laugh, seeing how different his demeanor was while you were next to him. he wanted to look cool in front of you, but instead you saw how shy he was. he was so loud with his friends, but with new people, especially with someone like you, he couldn’t help being like this.
“yeah, that’s- i can do that with you,” he’s not really looking at you, and when he gets up, he tries not to invade your personal space. you remove your hand from him and he wishes he could grab it back. he wishes he could intertwine his hand with yours and show everyone that you’re his. but for now, he follows you out of class like a lost puppy.
“i would invite you over to my place,” he stops in his tracks and you look back at him, “but i have a roommate there right now.” he feels a little disappointed. he would’ve liked to see your room, be surrounded by your smell, to have you so close to him. then again, he’s not sure if he’d be able to hold back. as soon as you’d come close to him in your private space, he’d probably get hard on the spot.
he rushes to at least hold open the door for you, and you cock your head to the side and ask, “what about you? would it be okay to go to your place?”
you’re both standing there in the hallway of your class’s building. he thinks about it, he really tries to think of it. theres pros and cons to you being in his apartment. pros: you’d be there, and in the comfort of his own space, he’d feel a bit more confident. cons: you’d be there, he’s not sure how he’d feel about you being in the area where he just fucked a fleshlight thinking of you.
he messes with his fingers and bites the inside of his cheek, thinking about what he should do. he lets out a small breath and quietly says, “you can come over. i live by myself, so we can study there.”
you grin at his words, happy that you were able to persuade him. you’ve seen him talk to his friends, always leading the conversation, always making them laugh. so to see him rendered like this makes you wonder what he’s hiding. you can tell he likes you, but there’s something under his embarrassment, something he would never tell anyone. you'll find out today one way or another.
“did you come walking here? because i did,” you ask.
“no, i get here by car…” his sentence trails off and you give him a questioning look. his mouth opens and closes before he says, “would you like me to drive you?”
you laugh at him, your shoulder bumping into him, making him flinch a little. “i would love that.”
a shy smile appears on his face and you can’t help but smile back at him. he leads you to his car while you try to make small talk with him. you ask how the class has been for him, ask if living alone is nice, ask about his hobbies. he answers in short sentences, frustrated with himself for not being able to match your energy. he knows he can carry conversation, his own friends telling him he needs to learn how to shut up, but he just can’t do it now. he’s too concerned with his own thoughts.
he wonders if people are looking at the two of you heading to the parking lot. he wonders if you both look like a couple, talking like you both have known each other for a long time. haechan knows he wouldn’t normally be seen with someone like you, someone who seems too good for him. if he would tell his friends who he’s with right now, he’s sure that they’d call him a liar.
none of that really matters though, not when you’re walking side by side with him, your comforting personality putting him at ease. he’s sure that as long as he gets more chances to talk to you, he’d be able to comfortably talk to you. he feels good with you here, but it’s hard to ignore the little twinge of guilt at the back of his head. he tries to pretend he wasn’t furiously masturbating to the thought of you the night before, but it’s hard to ignore.
he unlocks his car and invites you in, and you happily call shotgun even if no one else is around. even though he’s nervous, he tries to start the conversation first, “you can put on music if you want, it’s not too far of a drive anyways.”
“i think i’m good, i’d rather talk to you more than anything,” you say with a sly smile. he feels a small blush form on his face. he can tell you notice it too when you chuckle at him, he covers his face with his hands. while you’re laughing at him, you put your hand down on his thigh. he immediately sits straight up, probably- no, definitely, red all over. he starts the car as fast as he can to try to stop thinking about how warm your hand was on his thigh.
it’s only twenty minutes, he thinks, twenty minutes of being trapped in a small space with you. you just touched him, and now it feels hard for him to breathe in his own car. the thought of fucking you in the backseat of his car creeps into his mind, and he feels relieved that you can’t secretly read his mind. you would both rush to the back, your hot touch all over as you fervently grind down onto him.
he can feel his dick begin stirring in his sweats, and he remembers you are quite literally sitting right there next to him. he’s scared to look at you, scared you’ve found out that he’s kind of a freak when it comes to you. but when he looks, he’s greeted by the simple sight of you staring out the window, your cheek resting on your hand. it puts him at ease, makes him want to reach over to your other hand and hold onto it.
he realizes he likes seeing this version of you. you look so calm, free from the stress of lecture, relaxed by the view of the pretty scenery around you. he smiles at you, admiring you from afar, despite the close distance you two share. he lets go of the breath he was holding, wills his away semi-hardon, and clears his throat. “can i ask why you wanted to talk to me today?”
“i’m not really sure either,” you answer honestly, “i’ve talked to a few people in class but none of them interest me as much as you do.” haechan isn't really sure what you mean yet, so he waits for you to continue. before you do though, you move out of the position you’ve been in, arms stretching in front of you. what seems so innocent deems quite differently for haechan. he sees how your boobs are pushed together, a small moan slipping out of your lips. he has to look away for a moment.
“i think it has to do with the fact that i know how much you stare at me.” you answer, shifting your body to face him.
he immediately spills out apologies, “i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable! you just happen to sit in front of me so- i didn't-”
it’s your turn to apologize, “no! i didn’t say i didn’t like it,” his head whips to look at you for a moment, “it’s just, you never came up to me, never said hi, just stared.” he feels his face heat up, realizing he wasn’t as discreet as he thought he was. all the time he spent daydreaming about you in class never went unnoticed, he simply was too lost in his fantasies to realize you were staring right back. “i always wondered what you were thinking, for a second i even thought you hated me.”
he shakes his head, one that feels like it’s saying that he could never hate you. “what’s your major?” he questions.
“psychology.” you smirk and he immediately nods, knowing fully well you can probably read him like an open book. you laugh hard at this, and haechan realizes how much he likes hearing you laugh, hearing how you’re laughing at his jokes. he realizes he’s getting in too deep when he doesn’t just have these sexual thoughts about you, but also thoughts of just being around you feel like they’re enough.
“we’re almost there, just a few more minutes,” haechan says, and he kind of wants you both to stay like this in the comfort of his car. he’s used to it now, talking to you in this small bubble. he feels a little less shy, a little more like the man he thought he was last night.
“that’s good,” a yawn cuts you off, “i was getting a little tired of being in here.”
“getting bored of me that fast?” he teases, happy with how he’s opening up.
you softly laugh, “no, it’s just that i fell asleep kinda late last night. kept thinking about this essay i don’t know how to start.”
he hums at that, “no, i get it. i was up late last night, too.” and as soon as he says it, he regrets it. there’s a small chance you might ask him what he was doing, but there’s also a big chance you might just agree and move on. he hopes, he prays that you could just talk about that essay-
“what were you up to so late?” you ask, no harm behind your words.
he feels hot at the back of his neck, his grip tightens on the wheel as he tries to come up with an answer. well, he knows what the answer is, fucking a fleshlight to the thought of you, but he can’t exactly say that. “well- there was- no, still is-” he takes a breath before speaking again, “there’s a special event for this game i play online. i was stuck at my desk all day,” he nervously laughs, trying to deflect his own thoughts.
you brush past his words, seemingly convinced, “you’ll have to teach me how to play sometime.”
he nods, smiling due to the image in his head. buying another gaming chair, seated right next to you as you clumsily press down on the keys on his keyboard. he’ll groan in frustration with you when you die, he’ll laugh when you absolutely miss a shot, he'll celebrate your first win. he’ll plant a messy kiss to your cheek as you thank him for teaching you. he’ll do it all.
he lets you know which is his apartment complex, “it’s not anything crazy, but it’s done what it needs to do.”
“i’m sure it’s fine, probably better than how my roommate leaves the apartment looking,” you joke, and he wonders if you’d say yes if he asked you to move in one day. of course, he knows this is literally the first day he's talked to you, but he can’t keep these feelings from floating around in his head.
he parks his car and you both head inside. it’s relatively silent, save for the small gasp you let out at how the inside looks nice. once you make it to the elevator, he presses the seventh floor button. he didn’t really think about it before, but he realizes how nice you smell. if you were already dating, he’d hold you in a backhug, pressing his nose to your neck, inhaling your scent as the elevator rolls up. but for now, all he can do is rock back and forth on his heels as he waits for the elevator doors to open, freeing his mind from your scent.
you both safely make it to his apartment and he fishes out his keys from his jacket pocket. he unlocks the door, holding it open for you as you thank him and step inside. he flicks on the light switch and you stand there, taking in his apartment.
it’s simple enough for a man in college. it reflects how you see him, and you can’t help the grin that forms on your face, “this is just like you, haechan.”
he’s a little nervous, hands slightly sweaty seeing you in his apartment, “good or bad?”
“good! it also smells nice in here.”
your comment surprises him a little. he doesn’t really use any candles or sprays, which sounds gross, but he also doesn’t leave his place messy. he doesn’t like artificial scents, too much for his nose and gives him small headaches. as far as he’s concerned, what you’re smelling is purely him. this realization makes his heart beat a little faster, the back of his neck becoming hot.
“thank you,” a genuine smile crosses his face, and you beam back at him, “you can put your stuff here, we can study here in the living room.”
you move to sit in front of the small coffee table next to his couch. you look nice in his place, like you’ve always been there. you unload your items, looking up to him and patting the spot right next to you. “i’m gonna go to my room really quick, i just need to check on something.”
you playfully tell him to hurry and he salutes you, trotting to his room. he quietly locks the door and assesses the state of his room. it’s not horribly messy, so he leaves it be. his conscious tells him to go to the restroom and freshen up a little. he looks at himself in the mirror, his face reflecting back at him. he remembers last night, in this exact spot, wishing you were there with him as he got off to you. except now, you’re here, and he feels a little guilty.
he moves to wash his hands and splatters some water in his face. he huffs, then messes with his hair, trying to make it look a little better for you. when he feels ready, he walks out of the restroom, and takes one last peek into his room. though he was begging for your touch last night, he’s content just with your presence here, happy that you decided on your own that you wanted to be here with him.
when haechan meets you back in his living room, it feels natural. he softly calls out your name and you turn around, a smile already plastered on your face. he smiles back, moving to the spot right next to you. it’s nerve wracking being so close to you, but for your sake, he pushes his nerves back as far as he can.
for the next hour, you both sit there talking about what was discussed during the lecture. it turns out he did in fact miss quite a lot of notes, having to sheepishly copy down the ones you’ve written. you lightly scold him for not paying attention, and he can’t help let his mind wander to how you might scold him during sex.
he also can’t help but just be a little distracted. nodding along to your words while his eyes trail down to your lips. how your thigh is pressed snugly against his. how your hands brush over his while you explain your notes to him. he’s not sure if you’re doing this on purpose, but his deprived mind can’t help but hope. haechan is enamored with you, he wishes he could kiss you right here, pull you onto his lap and just enjoy how close you are to him.
after a few more minutes, you stretch just as you did in the car, which makes haechan clear his throat. “fifteen minute break, haechan,” you remind him while fighting back a yawn.
“do you want anything to eat or drink? i just realized i never even offered you anything when you came in,” haechan frowns, causing you to giggle from your end. you stand up from your place and stretch your arms up, causing the bottom of your top to ride up, exposing your midriff. his breath gets caught in his throat as he just stares, all the way until your soft skin is hidden once more.
“i think i’m good for now,” the way you’re looking at him makes him feel like he was caught staring, “but maybe just the restroom?”
“yeah, um, it’s connected to my bedroom so i’ll just… show you the way.” his hands are getting sweaty again. he tries to hide how guilty he feels, and if you were to put your palm to his cheek, you would feel how warm he was.
he leads you to his bedroom while you trail behind him. you smile to yourself with how nice he’s being with all this, showing you how much he likes you. you’re about to see his room, something that could be considered private for a lot of people. you put your focus back to him, staring at how broad he looks from the back. if only he could turn around and see how badly you want him too.
he opens the door for you, and you gasp out in amazement, pulling a shy giggle out of haechan. you don’t miss how shaky his hand is when he reaches for the door handle, “the restroom is over here, i can wait back in the living room if you’d like.”
“no, it’s fine! wait for me out here so you can give me a room tour when i’m done,” you say before closing the door. as soon as it’s closed, he starts freaking out. he’s room looks fine, but it just… doesn’t feel fine? he’s so scared that there might be something out of place, even if he knows it looks fine. he calms himself down and moves to sit down on his gaming chair. while he waits for you, he practices what he wants to say while giving you a mini tour of his room.
once you come out, you spot him lounging on his chair. he looks so good when he’s in his natural state, different from the haechan you’re used to seeing in class. when he meets your eyes, he looks a little nervous, but puts on a more confident demeanor.
“are you ready for this?” he asks, and you nod excitedly at his words, “so there’s my bed, my gaming setup, closet, dresser, and tv. boom. done.”
you laugh hard at him, “there’s no way!”
he’s laughing alongside next you, body leaning into you without even knowing, “i did what you asked! it’s not my fault i’m a simple man with simple needs.”
“so like, no explanation or anything? just an ‘i live here’ kinda vibe?”
“exactly, this is pure vibes. nothing more and nothing less.” your body presses against his side while you’re laughing, and he just lets it happen. he’s glad that he’s beginning to be more comfortable around you. he lets you walk around a bit, let’s you hover over his desk, too scared to touch anything on it.
“show me the game you were talking about! i can’t believe you let me take away some of your precious gaming time by coming over.” you say, motioning for him to sit down on his chair again.
he obliges, sitting down on his chair and turns on his computer. “i’d only do that for special occasions, so… i had to do it this time, too.” he doesn’t look at you when he says it, but you can tell he’s embarrassed by his own words, his ears turning red.
once the game boots up, he lets you know about the basics of overwatch and its seasonal events. he swears that he’s good at the game and that you would end up a pro player if you let him teach you. even though he’s explaining all this to you, you don’t really get all the terms he’s saying. you’re just happy that he’s letting you in on his hobbies.
while he’s going through the tutorial for you, your attention turns back to his room. it feels like him, very simple decoration and a gray-scale color scheme fill his room. you can tell he spends most of his time at his desk, more decorated and colorful than any other part of his room. when you scan his room one last time, you spot a picture frame on his nightstand. you quietly slip away from his lecturing of the game.
haechan doesn’t realize it, but at some point, you moved away from him. it isn’t until he hears a loud woah! and a small thump, to which he turns around and spots you by his bed, holding onto the edge of it to hold your balance. he feels his heart thump in his chest, you being too close to his bed for comfort.
“you okay?” haechan asks, trying to hide how shaky his voice is.
“i’m good, just tripped on something trying to see what was on your nightstand.” and while you're crouched on the floor trying to calm yourself, you see what you tripped on. a corner of a box. you didn’t mean to intrude, but you subconsciously pull it out from under his bed. inside it contained something you never thought you would see. you stand back up, still looking down at the content of the box.
something doesn’t feel right to haechan. you’re staring down still, a shocked look all over your face. this doesn’t feel right at all. he haphazardly stands up, not sure if he should move towards you or not. “what’s wrong?”
“haechan…” you say his name, your voice coming out a lot quieter and breathier than you mean it to.
he takes a step forward before he sees you reach down, your back now towards him. he says your name quietly and your face turns towards him. “haechan… can i ask you what this is?”
you’re holding his fleshlight. his fleshlight. the fleshlight he quite literally used to cum with last night to the thought of you. he feels dizzy, suddenly unable to breathe. how did you even find that? he swears he hid it back under his bed last night. are you going to hate him? will you think he’s the most disgusting person on the planet?
his thoughts are silenced by your voice, “do you use it, haechan?” you fully face him now, your face devoid of any emotion.
“i don’t- i don’t know what…” he could cry, really. he’s shaking, too scared to form a proper sentence. this feels like the ultimate karma, the person of his desire finding out his secret. you don’t even know what he’s done to it, you don’t know he fucked it with the thought of you in his mind. you creep closer to him, until he falls back into his chair to move away from you.
you move to stand in front of him, looking down at how he cowers under you. “did it feel good, haechan?”
“w-what?” his voice is light, breath too heavy.
“did it feel good fucking it, haechan?” you slowly lower yourself onto his thighs, and he goes rigid under you. he’s not sure how to feel right now, he’s scared but you’re sitting on top of him, waiting patiently for his answer. you know you won’t get it like this though, not when he’s frozen with you on top of him.
“tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop,” your eyes scan his face for any hesitation, and he stares back at you with a dazed look in his eyes. before you know it, he lurches forward and closes the space between you with a kiss. he tries to deepen it, but before any of this can escalate, you say, “not like this, tell me with your words how much you want this.”
“want this,” he tries to lean forward again but you stop him, “want this so bad- want you so bad.”
you smile, “good answer.”
you lean forward to kiss him, and he feels how close you are to sitting on top of his bulge. he realizes that this is very real, and instead of just fantasizing about it, he can pull you closer, let your warmth sit right on top of his dick as he kisses you. he uses this opportunity to deepen it. he tilts his head a bit more, tongue tracing the inside of your mouth. it’s a bit messy, but you can’t help but like that about haechan.
you’re quick to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth, his shy demeanor taken over by his desperation. all while this is happening, he begins to move your hips for you, rocking you slowly back and forth onto his dick. a small groan leaves his mouth for the first time today, and you smile sweetly into the kiss. your hands also begin to move, one moving to the side of his neck and the other moving up to his hair.
you can tell he’s running out of breath pretty fast, and when you feel him move away to breathe, you tug lightly onto his hair. what you get is a breathy whine and his hips rutting up into yours. you gasp in surprise, and haechan loves the sound too much to where he excitedly tries to kiss you again. he misses, kissing the corner of your mouth as you giggle at him. he’s not even embarrassed, whatever you enjoy, he’ll like too.
a few minutes pass like this and his hands are still around your hips. they squeeze and push you around, but he doesn’t move them from that spot. you take your hands to the tops of his and move them up so that they’re under your shirt. he pulls his mouth away from you to stare back at you, wordlessly asking if he can touch some more. you nod, and you move to pull off your shirt.
he stares. he’s not shy with it, either. his eyes are fixated on the curves of your body, your chest that's covered by the bra you’re wearing. you’re really everything he dreamt of and more, he thinks. he has no control of his body anymore, so when he moves to settle in the crook of your neck while his hands try to touch as much of you as possible, he doesn’t try to stop it.
he inhales your scent sharply, presses his nose down onto your neck in order to savor how good you smell. his hands continue moving before they stop underneath the cup of your bra. you whisper for him to take it off, his shaky hands moving to your back. he’s a little confused with how it works, never once having to take it off himself. he keeps trying though, and you think his persistence is cute.
your hands move to your back to help him out, unclasping your bra and letting it slowly slide off of you. haechan takes this in, drinking up the sight of your bare chest. his hands rest at your sides, his body turning against him at the sight of your skin. you laugh at him before pressing a kiss to the pulse point on his wrist, encouraging him to continue. he does, he lets all the pent up frustration from your boobs take over, placing his hands over them, groping lightly.
you arch your back into his touch, moaning out his name. he looks up at you, gauging your reaction when he rolls your nipples in his fingers. he feels you grind down hard onto him, hands moving up onto his biceps and nails digging in. it hurts him a little, but it blends into a light pleasure. you look a mess on top of him, moaning into his ear how good it feels. he’s panting lightly, you being almost too overwhelming for him to handle.
he realizes the dull pain from your nails on his biceps is gone, and his feels your cold fingertips trail under his shirt. his stomach twitches at the feeling, his movement on your chest halting for just a moment. he continues though, moaning out a, “keep touching me. like it so much.”
so you continue. your hands touch over the soft skin of his stomach, feeling the light hairs trailing down to his cock. you feel his pretty waist, having a small grip on it to help placate you. your hands move up to his chest, and you look up at him with puppy eyes, asking if you could slide it off. he nods quickly and removes his shirt for you, letting you have free access to do whatever you want.
you moan out softly at the sight of his pretty skin. he continues his ministrations on you, and you just stare at his body. you’re almost tempted to just fall completely on him, letting him do whatever he’d want with you. but you still have half a mind, and you look back to his chest. you run your nails along the expanse of the newly exposed skin, his muscles twitching under the feeling. your hands move back up, and the urge to hear him whimper is too high.
haechan thinks he’s on cloud 9 right now, happily rocking into you and touching your chest like he always imagined he would. it’s not until he feels a pinch to his nipples that he lets out a loud whimper followed by your name, hips roughly bucking up into you. you stare at him, getting the exact reaction that you wanted. his arms move to cover his face, and he lets out a weak more, please, much to your excitement.
your fingers move back to his nipples and he realizes how much he loves this. he’s never done this to himself, nor did it happen the one time he had sex. he lets you work on him, he can tell how much you’re enjoying his reactions. choked back moans and high-pitched whimpers fill the air, his hips mindlessly rutting up into you. he just lets you do whatever you want, and the thought of this fills you with excitement.
you can feel how hard he is under you. he humps slowly onto you, letting you feel every inch of his cock. it feels good, and if it weren’t for how concentrated you were on his chest, you would’ve already been begging for him to fuck you. the thing is, you can begin to feel him twitch under you. you can tell he’s close, moans of your name and him asking you to continue is all you can hear. you begin rolling your hips onto him again, adding more stimulation on more parts of his body.
his hands move over to grip your ass, grinding you quickly down on him. he’s moaning straight to your ear, incoherent sentences mumbled out, and as much as you want to cum like this, there’s something else you’d like to do. you let him get close to cumming, you let him dig his blunt nails into you, you let him whimper your name into your ear. right when he’s about to cum, you pull away from him completely.
“do you trust me?” you ask, pretty smile planted on your face.
haechan can barely hear you, his orgasm being ripped away from him. in one moment, he had your warm body all over him, and in another, it was all taken away. his ears are slightly ringing and his dick is twitch heavily in his sweats, his body aching to be with yours again.
you can tell he didn’t hear what you said, so you put your finger under his chin to make him look straight at you. you repeat your question and he agrees quickly, desperation clearly taken over. you sit on the corner of his bed, asking him to come and sit with you. when he does, laying on his back while sitting up on his elbows, you position yourself to where you’re laying between both of his legs. he looks down at you expectantly, eyes filled with lust and a twinge of love.
you smile sweetly, and you pull out what you were hiding behind your back. his fleshlight.
he groans, almost telling you to put it away in embarrassment. it’s cute that he’s rendered like this because of a toy. you shush him, calming his nerves. “i just wanna make you feel good,” your hand trails up his thigh, dangerously close to his hard cock, “you said you trust me, right?”
seeing you like this, like he’s seen in all his fantasizing and dreaming, he can’t say no to you. not when you’re looking at him so nicely, a soft pout formed on your lips. he wants to reach down and kiss you, but his curiosity wins. what are you going to do?
his question is answered when you rub your hand over his clothed dick, earning you a soft whimper. you know he’s worked up, no use in continuing teasing him when he’s probably on the verge of cumming. you ask if you can take his sweats off, and he immediately moves to take them off for you. he leaves his boxers on, and you can see how hard he is and how he strains against them. you can’t stop the smirk that forms on your face.
he’s breathing heavily and all you’ve done so far are some light touches. he can feel himself leaking when he takes off his sweats, and when he looks down, there’s an embarrassing wet patch of precum on the front of his boxers. he’s thankful you don’t comment on it, but what he doesn’t expect is for you to lean forward and lick at the patch. he moans out, your tongue pushing the fabric roughly against his tip.
your hand moves to grip his base all while you begin to suckle on his tip. the stimulation is too much, too suddenly, and he bucks his hips into your face. you smile up at him, your eyes seemingly calling him cute. as much as he wants to shove his cock in your mouth already, he lets you take your time, relishing in how long he’s wanted you like this. you can have him for as long as you want, he thinks, he has all the time in the world with you now.
you eventually pull off his boxers, but you move a bit away from him. he gives you a confused look, but your smile puts all his worries away. he’s given you all his trust, letting you do what you want freely. he only freaks out a little when you pull out his fleshlight, a small smile forming on your face when you say, “gonna ask you some questions, i’ll help you feel good if you answer me.”
he nods slowly, and you reach down and squeeze him one last time. before you start, you ask if there’s any lube and he quickly reaches into his nightstand’s drawer to hand it to you. you have to hide back your laugh at how desperate he is as you squeeze lube into the fleshlight. he looks nervous, but it all fades away when you slide the slick fleshlight over his cock.
his tip is at the entrance of the toy when you ask, “why do you have this?”
“d-didn’t buy it. my friend bought it for me on my birthday…”
“your friend must’ve known you were a pervert, hm?” you say as you push the toy slowly down on his length, eliciting a long groan out of him. letting him sit with the feeling.
you ask another question, “you use it, right?” and before he can deny the claim, you interrupt him, “do you think about me when you do?”
the blush on his face darkens and trails down to his neck. his eyes shut, too embarrassed to answer the question that’s already apparent. to his surprise, you begin to move the toy quickly onto him, catching him off guard. his hips stutter forward as his arm reaches to stop your movements. his body is contrasting his own mind, and all you can do is silently laugh.
“better question,” you say as you continue your attack on him, “have you had sex before?”
his eyes open to look back down at you, eyes pleading with you to save him from embarrassment. you just shake your head, slowing down your movements to a stop. whines fill the room as he tries to move on his own. you move to pin his hips down, stopping his movements. “answer my questions or i’ll leave so you can cum on your own again.”
a small moan leaves his mouth as he tilts his head back. he refocuses on you, mouth opening, but nothing comes out. you slowly twist the toy at the base of his cock, your other hand moving to fondle his balls. you can tell he’s fighting back from moving without you telling him to, so he tries to let go of all his embarrassment before he speaks again. “i’ve… only had sex once. in freshman year.”
with delight, you begin moving the fleshlight slowly on him again, encouraging him to continue. “i’ve… thought of you.”
he mumbles the last words, and even though you could hear what he said, you ask him to repeat himself clearly. “t-thought of you, fucked my fleshlight thinking of you.”
his words send shivers down your spine, and you resume the quick movements of the toy back onto his dick. he thanks you without question, and in return, you move to press small, wet kisses to the inside of his thighs. his hips fuck up into the toy as you continue your kisses, haechan feeling overwhelmed by your proximity. he’s been so good, so you decide to reward him with some of your own information.
“how would you feel knowing i fucked myself with a toy, too? imagining it was you fucking my tight pussy?” a choked out moan leaves his lips as he begins moving quickly against the toy. “wished you could’ve heard me moaning your name, wished it was you fucking me instead.”
at this point, you’re just holding the toy in place for him. squeezing it around his dick, his hips shoving into it, wishing it was you. he’s close to cumming, he can feel it, his dick throbbing, heart hammering in his chest. he’s about to start begging for you to let him cum, but before he can, you say, “guess that makes us both perverts, huh? i like you just as much as you like me.”
he cums on the spot. you quickly pull the toy off of him, the sight of his cum shooting all over his chest, whimpers of your name mixed with frustration fill the air. you just lay there, laughing at him while he tries to save his ruined orgasm. you pry his hands off of himself and he just shuts his eyes, trying to catch his breath. your tongue reaches out to clean the leftover cum on his tip, and he yelps at the sensation, so you move up to clean the cum off of his chest.
once you finish, you reach up to softly kiss him. it contrasts your previous movements, and he’s stuck thinking about how you said you like him. he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, scared that you didn’t really mean what you said. he lets you kiss him, hands at your waist, lips pressing softly together.
he pushes you onto your back, laying your head softly onto his pillow. he stares at you openly, clad in just your panties. his mouth runs dry, he never thought he’d get to see you like this in his room, looking only at him. his shaky hands reach forward, one resting at your waist while the other reaches for the top of your panties, waiting for you to say he can pull them down.
you let him, and he does. he really wishes he could shove them in his drawer, keeping it as a memory of this day, using them when thinking of you. he pushes them aside and looks down at you. your legs spread open for him to see. it’s your turn to feel a little shy, the guy who always stares at you in class now staring at your most intimate parts.
“show me how… show me how to touch you…” haechan whispers out to you, and you bite back a smile.
“was fucking someone else not enough? fucking a fleshlight wasn’t enough either?” you retort, and haechan shakes his head in embarrassment, but you can feel his dick twitch against your thigh in interest at your words. you do what he asked, one hand slithering down to your aching pussy.
he watches closely as your fingers circle around the little nub, watching as your hips twitch a little at the stimulation. “it feels best when you rub me here,” a small moan escapes your lips and you feel him subconsciously rub his dick into your thigh.
when you feel yourself becoming sufficiently wet, you move your fingers to your entrance, teasing your twitching hole. “you’re gonna put your fingers in here, in and out of me. bet they’d feel so nice.”
he nods along dazedly, and you move to grab his fingers to replace yours. “go ahead, haechan.”
it’s so warm, so wet. he can’t believe he thought the fleshlight was good enough, not when you exist. when he pushes two fingers in, you slightly clench around his fingers and he has to hold back a moan. he can’t believe you’re letting him do this, and he looks down at you, your face scrunched in pleasure.
he scissors his fingers inside you like he does with his fleshlight. he’s not too inexperienced, learning a bit from porn and his fleshlight. it just feels so different, different than how his toy feels and how porn makes it out to be. fingering you feels better than the only time he’s had sex, all because it’s you. you’re under him, telling him how good his fingers feel, letting him do what he feels is right, like how it was always supposed to be.
he arches his fingers and sees your immediate reaction. you tell him to keep moving and he complies quickly. your moans are distracting him, and he realizes that he’s pathetically humping your thigh. he wouldn’t mind cumming again, not when it would be with you.
clearing him out of his hazy thoughts, you ask him for more, you need more. he knows what you need. like a habit from his fleshlight, his other hand reaches down, thumb beginning to circle at your clit. you let out a whimper of his name, and he rubs his thumb against you faster. you feel so good around his fingers, clenching harshly, while he ruts against you languidly.
you feel too close to cumming. that damn fleshlight, you think, gave him too much practice. you feel like jelly, mind almost numb from how good he’s doing. you moan out to tell him just how good he’s doing, and he whimpers at your praise. you can feel something wet against your thigh, and you look down to see him mindlessly humping you. you don’t want to cum like this, you need him to be inside you.
“s-stop! please, haechan,” you whine out, tapping at his wrist to get his attention.
he immediately removes himself from you, concern painted all over his face. “are you okay?” he’s a little breathless himself, “did i do something wrong?”
“n-nothing wrong, just wanna cum on your cock instead.”
at your words, he lurches forward to kiss you, slotting himself between your legs. he kisses you hard, excited at the prospect of being inside you. if his fingers in you felt that good, then he can’t imagine how it would feel for you to be wrapped around his pulsing cock.
he tries to ignore how he can feel his dick rubbing against your core, your slick making a mess between the both of you. when his tip hits your clit, you both moan out in unison. he’s getting impatient, but at the same time, he doesn’t want this to end. he doesn’t know if this will happen again, doesn’t know if he’ll ever see you again after this.
“please, haechan. need you so bad. need to feel you in me, been waiting for so long.”
“y-yeah? made me wait for you, wanted you so bad. didn’t know you wanted me as much as i wanted you,” he says softly to you, and you realize he’s gotten more comfortable talking to you. when he’s not whimpering out to you, he’s able to talk back. you like seeing him like this, how he’d be with his friends, how he’d be with you.
“you’re acting like you made any big moves when all you did was stare at me and fuck a fake pussy,” you deadpan. he scoffs, but you can see the way his cheeks turn red again. when he twitches against you, you look up to gauge his reaction. you can tell he’s holding back, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed.
“condom?” he asks.
you shake your head softly, “wanna feel all of you.” you hear him let out a shaky exhale, your words flooding his brain.
you softly call his name, “are you ready?”
he nods, sitting back onto his knees, looking down at the sight of the both of you. when he doesn’t immediately move, you ask, “is there something wrong, haechan? we don’t need to do this if you don’t want to-”
“no!” shocked at how loud he was, he quickly apologizes. “it’s not that i don’t want to! it’s just… i don’t want to seem so desperate…”
you reach up to place your hand on his cheek, thumbing at the moles scattered across it. he nuzzles into your touch, placing a quick kiss to your thumb. you speak up, “you don’t realize how bad i want this. like i said, there are too many times i’ve cum thinking about you.”
you move to line him up at your entrance, haechan taken aback at your forwardness. he moves on top of you, holding up his body over yours. you nod at him, telling him that you’re ready. before he does, you reassure him, “so many times i’ve thought of you on top of me like this, now i finally get to see it.”
feeling slightly embarrassed at your words, he slowly pushes in. a loud whimper escapes him, body immediately falling apart at your warmth. his arms give out, his body falling onto yours. his head falls to the crook of your neck, and you can feel his warm breath hit your already hot skin. his hands move to grip onto your sides, and you feel like he might leave faint bruises. the real thing is so much better than what he wished for last night.
you’re no better though. your hands move to his back for support, nails digging harshly into his skin. your head pushes back into the pillow, mouth spilling out whines and whimpers. you can feel how deep he is in you, how he’s twitching inside of you. if you had known he was this good, you would’ve just talked to him first. “please m-move, haechan.”
he can hear you, but it doesn’t register in his head. you clench around him to gain his attention, to which you get a dazed look in response. “need you to move, please, wanna feel you.”
when he realizes what you want, he slowly pushes himself up, hesitantly swiveling his hips against you. he lets out a small whimper, but he knows you need this just as much as he needs you. he tries to set a pace, but you can tell he’s not properly in the right headspace to make calculated movements. he’s letting his body do what it wants, and you moan out at the sight of how desperate he looks.
he continues fucking you, hips thrusting and stuttering when he feels you clench around him. you want to hear him though, you need him to talk to you. “haechan-” a whimper cuts you off, “please tell me, tell me what you’re thinking…”
he does hear you this time, and he has to suck in a large breath. his hips continue, and he tries to make out proper sentences, but he knows it won’t come out right. “feels so good- better than i could’ve ever imagined-”
“better than your fleshlight?”
“s-so much better. can feel how you’re sucking me in, can feel how wet you are.” he’s babbling, you can only catch onto some of the words he’s saying. he’s stuck between wanting to look at where you two are connected and how your face contorts in pleasure. “please let me cum in you, thought of it so much.”
“yeah? thought of filling up my pussy with your cum?” he nods at your words, punctuated with short, better timed thrusts that hit that spot inside you, your nails dragging down his back. he moans out at the feeling, and you realize he just might like a little pain.
“couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect you would f-feel around me, couldn’t help but think how i needed to show you how much i like you,” he’s moving faster now, turned on by how you’re affected by his thoughts, “always came so fast in my fleshlight at the thought.”
you’re whimpering out at his words, so sure that he’s pussy drunk that he doesn’t even realize what he’s saying. you take it all in though, relishing in how much he was really holding back when he was with you earlier.
“fucked my fleshlight just last night thinking about you,” you gasp out at this, and he feels how you clench around him, hips stuttering against you. “i didn’t even mean to, just needed you so bad.”
you pull him down to a kiss. it’s so messy, tongues meshing against each other while drool slips past both of your lips. your hands move to his hair, now wavy with how sweaty he’s gotten. you tug at it when you feel him hit that spot again. he pushes himself deep inside, hips stilling against you at the feeling, “gonna cum soon, need to cum soon, please-”
“make me cum, too. please, wanna cum with you so bad, haechan.”
he has to forcibly stop himself from cumming from hearing your voice. a shaky hand moves from your side down to your clit, thumb shakily pressing against you. you clench harshly, and he can’t stop the small thrust that presses him against you deeper. he wants to keep moving, but he knows if he thrusts a few more times, he’ll cum without a second thought. “so wet, don’ even need to do anything to help me move.”
you moan, your own hips moving up to fit more of him inside you. you don’t care how desperate you look, fully knowing haechan probably likes the look. he subconsciously moves against you, can’t fight against how good you feel. “close! ‘m so close, haechan! please, cum in me, baby!”
at the petname, haechan starts his movements again, roughly thrusting into you. he’s not thinking about it, hips slamming against yours, the only thought being cumming in your tight pussy. you feel the same, heat all over your body as you practically begin screaming for him.
“gonna give you everything. g-gonna show everyone that you're mine, how i’m yours. won’t let anyone take you away from me.” you whimper out, the knot in your stomach becoming untangled as you let your orgasm wash over you. you clench against him, walls repeatedly tightening around his cock. he can only continue so much before he cums too, warmth filling up your insides.
he’s collapsed on top of you again, hands making it to your boobs, gripping on for support. he tweaks your nipples, helping you ride out your orgasm while he fights through his. he’s so sure he’s pathetically whimpering and moaning out mixtures of your name and how good it feels, but he could care less. he’s focused on how tight you feel, how you’re milking his cock, neediness still apparent after you’ve cum.
when he slows down, he has to move away from you, your twitching pussy overstimulating him too much. what he’s more concerned about though is the aftermath. in a daze, he slowly pulls out of you. he feels the creaminess of his cum around his dick as he pulls out, watching how it slowly spills out of you. like something that looks so practiced, he moves his fingers to gather his cum, slowly pushing it inside of you as you softly moan out.
he feels the soft clench of your pussy, and his dick twitches in response. you hum, taking him out of his daze. he looks up at you, then back down at his fingers, realizing what he’s doing. “s-sorry. just… wanted to see… what would happen,” he mutters at the end, not really knowing what to say.
he tries not to feel awkward. he really tries. it dawns on him that you both really spoke for the first time today, and now he just finished having sex with you. it’s not that he regrets it, but he’s scared, scared that he might’ve just messed up a possible relationship with you. he scratches the back of his head, too preoccupied with his thoughts.
“aren’t you gonna lay back down with me?” you ask, a playful but tired smile on your face.
once he realizes what you said, it all dawns down on him. it doesn’t always have to be so complicated. sometimes, all he needs is a little direction. he sees you laying down on his bed, and it just feels so right. crawling in next to you in bed, covering you both under his sheets feels normal. shy smiles being exchanged to one another as you cuddle into him, it feels like you both have done this before.
it’s okay if it doesn’t feel so timely, he thinks. he has all the time in the world for you now to properly fall in love with you.
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hi !! i just saw your post about your head cannon of percy sniffing apollo like a shark (which i adore, very true 🤣) and was wondering if you had any other head-cannons you have ? it can be about any of your fics or just in general, i’m just very intrigued ☺️
I have some headcanons in general indeed, mostly stuff that I imagine could happen if they started dating like somewhat reasonable individuals after the canon events lol. Mind, this is in reference to Fem!Percy, but most of it can be applied to any version of Percy.
- I always imagine Percy running colder than usual (because, you know, fish are cold-blooded and can't really regulate their own body temperature, and it's similar like that for her), so Apollo happily lets himself get used as a heated blanket.
- This counts only when you consider ToA ig: Percy is one of the few people Apollo is comfortable taking on his godly appearance with and letting his strength show. In general, he's very comfortable not trying to contain his godly strength like with other mortals with whom he has to watch out for because, you know, the difference in power and all that. Not only because he knows Percy doesn't cower before him and won't back down, but because she's not easily breakable and doesn't mind him manhandling her a bit with his godly strength.
- Gods don't know the word "modest" which Percy learns quickly with Apollo, because he keeps showering her with the most flashy jewelry, the biggest bouquets, the most expensive clothes, the most romantic poems and serenades and drawings. Apollo is like a cat in a way, bringing Percy her gifts and blinking at her with his pretty eyes to see her reaction. She thinks it's ridiculous, but actually secretly likes it, especially if it's things he creates himself.
- Percy loves having Apollo read to her. She likes picking out the most random books and snuggling up to him while he reads to her.
- I imagine them settling down in a nice neighbourhood in New York, in a Brownstone and creating a home there. It's not far from Hecate's townhouse, and as she's on good terms with Apollo, she often comes around for dinner. Actually, all the gods like to drop in unannounced once they learn of Perpollo's townhouse, not because of anything in particular but because they're nosy as fuck.
- Percy is a chronically messy person. Apollo loves orginazing her stuff for her. Give him a label maker and he's entertained for hours.
- Apollo pretty quickly learns that Percy is utterly shameless, especially in regards to sexuality, once she grows comfortable with him. She regularly prays to him for the most random things only to pounce on him like crazy when he shows up.
- On the topic of shamelessness: Percy cusses like a born and raised New Yorker. Apollo does not. He's sometimes shocked about the things that leave her mouth and has to intervene whenever Percy's ranting about Zeus.
- Once they have children, Apollo's the stricter parent. He has experience raising children and is made of a tougher material when faced with pleading, little, mischievious faces, while Percy wants to give her children what she herself never had during her childhood. BUT. Percy's the most protective. Say a word against her children, and she's immediately throwing hands.
- On the topic of children: I like to imagine that Apollo would love for their first child to be born in Delos, which Percy happily agrees to.
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Thank You
Oliver knows it can be hard to trust him. He would do anything to prove that he changed when he met you.
I spent way too long writing this stupid thing and now I think it’s crap. Bleh
It's because I posted this
Oliver Aiku x reader
wc: 1.3k
"What's going on with you? At this rate we'll be the laughingstock of Japan."
Aiku ignores Niou. For the first time in his life, he's distracted during a match. He's the captain of the team and their best defender, but he can hardly focus on anything other than you and your teary eyes and broken voice.
It's been two days.
It feels longer.
Aiku doesn't like being away from you for this long and that's what's fucking with him. He doesn't know when he got so attached.
He's Oliver Aiku, for goodness' sake. He doesn't do relationship issues, he usually is the issue itself, and he doesn't exactly do relationships either.
It's the first time he's ashamed of being a so called womanizer. Aiku's past antics have finally come back to bite him in the ass.
"You okay there?" Sendou asks.
Everyone is well aware of the fact that something is wrong. Aiku has been mostly quiet and keeping to himself for the past two days, having only practiced like crazy.
"'m fine." Oliver grunts.
"Get yourself together then." Niou says. "We need you out there."
The team needs him, but Aiku needs you. He feels so lost without you that it's nauseating.
Oliver thinks back to two days prior when several old flings suddenly showed up out of nowhere.
It's not like it was ever a secret that he used to get around, but it all changed when he met you. You're so much more than that, and now you think he's just a shameless cheater.
"Aiku," Niou speaks again. "get your shit together. We're going back out in ten minutes."
Oliver . . . doesn't care.
All he wants is to hold you right now. Aiku is sure you hate him, and why wouldn't you? Before you actually gave him a chance, you rejected him because of his past and reputation, then when you finally gave him a chance you ended up walking in on a bunch of girls all over him. How could anyone not think he was cheating?
If only you would talk to him. Oliver just wants to explain what happened.
He's looking down at his phone, screen black. While he wants to text you, he honestly has no idea what to type out anymore.
Aiku's mind drifts again and he thinks back to two days ago.
What do I say? I should . . . He sighs. Oliver really has no idea what to say. He's already called and texted numerous times but you haven’t answered or replied.
He sees your face in front of him again and he hears your voice echo in his mind, "I knew it. This is what I was scared would happen but you promised and now . . ." You didn't yell at him, but he honestly wishes you had. You just sounded defeated.
Aiku wants to bash his head into the nearest wall in an effort to erase the memory from his mind.
His phone vibrates, barely a minute before half time is over.
It's not from you. Of course it isn't. Oliver doesn't recognize the number, but the bottom of the text says that it's from one of your friends, reading, I was asked to text you that you're being pathetic. Come on, you're better than that.
Asked? Asked by whom? By you?
Aiku gulps. Does that mean you're watching the match from home? You've never actually been interested in sports, but if you're watching even when hurt and pissed at him then maybe . . .
Oliver puts his phone away.
He's still a bit distracted now that the second half has begun, but it's not as bad anymore. He now knows you watched the first half and Oliver hopes you're still watching.
You know a bit about the sport even though you're not a fan, and you've praised him for his skills plenty. It swells his ego like never before to have you tell him he did a great job on the field.
He's thinking about it now while facing the opposing team's striker. If everything between you two was okay right now, he would defend the goal and block the shot, make sure no one would score, his team would win, and he would get to go to you and get praised and smothered with kisses all over his face, he absolutely loves it.
God, he really wants to see you.
*
It was close, but they won.
The team celebrates but Oliver sits defeated, towel on his head with his hair covering his eyes.
He managed to get his shit together enough to block every shot from the opposing team but now that the match is over he's once again reminded of how you're not there to tell him he did well.
Aiku takes his gloves off and tosses them to the side.
The team notices, but no one says anything. They think he's mentally reprimanding himself for his performance in the first half.
Oliver only got himself together because he knew you were watching, not wanting to disappoint you. Now he wishes he could just hug you and annoy you with endless, "Did you see what I did? I was amazing, wasn't I?"
He grabs his phone, hoping he'll unlock it to find a message from you, but there's nothing.
Nothing, He thinks, locking it again.
Aiku gets up and showers. The team wants to go out for a celebratory dinner but he declines.
That finally makes everyone start to pester him. One is asking what his issue is, another asks if something happened, someone tells him he's acting weird, but Oliver ignores everything.
"I want to be alone." He says, picking his bag up.
What an idiot he is.
You're too good for him, he doesn't deserve you.
Aiku pushes the exit door open and looks up.
"Wha-. . ."
He's dreaming right?
The second your eyes meet you look down, brows furrowing. You look both hurt and anxious, hands balled into fists by your sides, shifting your weight on your feet, just uncomfortable.
Are you uncomfortable because you're finally in his presence again? The question crosses Aiku's mind and he swears he feels actual physical pain.
He drops his bag.
You're honestly caught off guard when he sprints up to you and engulfs you in a near suffocating hug.
Oliver clings to you desperately, pulling you into his chest with a relieved sigh. He nuzzles into your shoulder for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of holding you in his arms again, then turns his head to kiss your cheek and buries his face in the side of your neck. "I never wanted to hurt you." Aiku mumbles.
He sounds so defeated.
You don't do much, only putting a hand on the back of his head. "What happened the other day?" Your voice is small and quiet.
"I don't know." Oliver admits.
"You ever cheated on me?" You ask.
Deep down you know that the answer is no. Oliver dotes on you and never fails to show how much you mean to him. Sure, you had your doubts in the beginning, but he's never given you a reason to think he was fooling around with others.
Oliver gives a soft, "No." and hugs you tighter.
"Okay." You mumble, playing with his hair. "I believe you."
"Yeah?" Aiku sighs in relief. "Thank you."
"It's not easy, though."
"I know." Oliver is well aware of his reputation. He's never cared before, but he does now. He cares because it affects you. "I'm sorry."
"You were really pathetic in the first half." You suddenly say and he snorts, smiling. "Did my message help?"
"Why didn't you text me yourself?" He asks.
"I wanted to see you in person before talking over the phone."
Oliver pulls back enough to look down at you. You're looking away from him with a small pout on your face, a light blush on your cheeks. "Thank you." He kisses your temple.
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you had thought that bringing denji and power with you to the grocry story for a late night grocery run would allow aki to rest, as he had seemed more than done with the dynamic duo.
albeit, the two weren't any better behaved with you, they wouldn't at least antagonize against you, mostly embarassing you with their own perks.
hence, you had sent them to pick up a 'reward' for their good behavior while you went to pick up some wine; the thought of having an home date with aki appeared in your mind as you remembered that power and denji would be off to a night shift in the incoming week.
you were examining the different brands when you were startled by a pat on your shoulder and while you thought of finding denji trying to convince you to buy something otrageous, you were faced with a man a few years your senior looking back at you calmly.
«miss, may I ask for an opinion?» he asked politely and although you were definitely tired off as it was - indeed - a late night run, you tried to gently smile and return the politeness «... I was choosing a wine for a date, and I am not an expert so I thought I'd ask for a second opinion».
he then extended two bottles in his hands, continuing to smile politely.
«oh...» what you wanted to actually say was 'the best option would be not picking up wine from a 24/7 kombini' but you were doing the right same, so you weren't in any judgement zone «... alrightie, I did drink the one you have in your right hand and if you'd like to drink vinegar, I am sure you'll be fine».
«that bad?» the man laughed at your sarcastic quip and you smile in compliance «... alright, alright... anything you'd like to suggest».
«your second choice is pretty solid, I do prefer white wine over red, but I'd say it mostly depends on what you'd like to cook and pair with it» you explained although it felt a bit obvious, but tried to be polite not wishing to be thought rude as the man was definitely well-intention. till, he wasn't.
«oh well... that depends» he said, assuming a thoughtful pose before his mouth opened in a smirk «... what would you like to eat on your first date?».
you tried not to let the dread show on your face at the badly-spoken pick up line; it wasn't even the fact that you were - happily - in a relationship, but the way that the man was lookng at you expectantly as if he had just said the best thing ever...
plan to let him down happily as you went to casually play with the lapislazuli ring that aki had gifted you for your birthday, although it was on the wrong hand to be an engagement ring.
«oh that'd be nice... except...».
«except she has already a mate, filthy rat!».
your face dropped further at the highpitched voice that spoke the words, not having to turn around to feel power's - stinky - presence by your side. she had an hat that hid her horns but she didn't look any less terrifying.
«... get your stinky hands off her!».
«power...» you started because as much as you had been aggravated by the unwanted attention from the man and cringy pickup line, you were sure that whatever the fiend would have come up with was much worse than your kind rejection «... it's fine... have you already...».
«don't you have no shame, dude!» oh no, power's craziness was matched with denji's own shamelessness. this was so over «... to hit onto a girl with a boyfriend!».
«a boyfriend?... filthy... rat?» the man looked patiently confused as his eyes racked from power to denji and back and forth «... I didn't know... I was simply... what is it... can't you even shoot your shot with an hot girl anymore?».
«no» power said finally, as you turned your head to check on the situation and found denji shaking his head judgingly «... she and topknot are happily mated! we are just waiting for pups to come out at any ti...».
«and just because a girl is hot, it doesn't mean that she has to give you any time of her day!» denji retorted right as you thought it could get worse and while his discourse did make sense, you were startled when he added «otherwise, I and miss makima would already be... i don't know... a thing?».
«is this... is this some new... anti-creep method?» the man spoke startled and definitely a bit intimidated as he took a few steps back «... to... have your friend pretend they are weirdos?».
«pretending? oh no, the great power doesn't pretend to be anything!» power, instead, moved a step forward as a lounding predator animal «... she's a weirdo!».
«powy, that isn't... well, that isn't a compliment» denji spoke before turning her attention to the unwanted assilant «... and if you know you are a creep why do you try to hit on girls? who's the weirdo now?».
if the man looked more uncomfortoable or confused, you didn't know. you knew just that power's and denji's plan worked as he backed off with a bewildered look, looking thoroughly traumatized.
you turned to denji and power fully, noticing the two high-fiving each other and then bumping their hips as they must have seen on a music video and it reminded you perfectly how young those two were, letting a smile appear on your face.
«he won't probably approach another girl ever» you said and while usually you'd be annoyed at them bothering an unwanted bystander, you felt your mouth quirk up in a smile «... good».
«I know!» denji promptly beat his fist onto his chest as a motte of pride while power smiled promptly.
«we gotta assure ourselves that you are protected when hayakawa isn't with you!» she muttered as if she had seriously given this much thought and you couldn't help but slightly giggle at their ridiculousness.
«well, I could have handled it on my own but thank you for the help» you gently patted each head in thanks.
«you totally couldn't» denji snickered before piping up «and either way, hayakawa promised us treats if we scared any man that approached you».
at that you quirked an eyebrow as power shot him a slight look of aghast horror at the revelation.
«that is so not true».
«it is!» denji insisted although you couldn't see aki to be like that. to say something like that; he wasn't definitely the jealous type and nor had ever been one to be outright possessive «... whether you believe me or not!».
you simply huffed knowing that there was no way you could have won such a competition and it was getting late. you were tired and sleepy and aching to get rid of the awkward meeting with a daily dose of hugging aki tightly to sleep.
«mmh, alright, let's go. put whatever sugary threat in the bin and let's go towards the exit» those two were then all too happy to fall into the discussion as they complied with your request, moving towards the checkout station.
as you scanned the items swiftly you couldn't help thought but smile softly at the small little family you felt, with an overprotective fiend and a cunning hybrid.
---
«... by the way, did you tell denji and power to keep an eye out for any potential dude hitting on me?».
«...».
«you did?!».
«I thought they'd realize I was joking».
«were you?».
«...».
#angsti rambles#idk how this came out but it did and I am making it everybody's problem#I have been feeling definitely a bit inspired sorry#Aki Hayakawa#Aki Hayakawa x Reader#Aki Hayajawa Fic#Aki Hayakawa x You#Aki Hayakawa x Y/N#aki hayakawa x reader#aki hayakawa x y/n#aki hayakawa x you#aki hayakawa fic#CSM#CSM x Reader#CSM Fic#CSM x You#CSM x Y/N#csm#csm x reader#csm x y/n#csm x you#csm fic
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Courting Ayelýn
Series Listing Found Here
Aonung x Original Na'vi Female Character
Summery: Pressured by his parents to enter a formal courtship, Aonung rebels in his own way and what starts as a ruse, turns into something real.
Note before reading: This is a spin off of my Safe Haven Series.
Reading Safe Haven is not necessary to follow this story.
Some characters have been aged up. Aonung in particular is 25.
Ayelýn is my own creation. *Pronounced Aye-Lin
Warning!! This part contains spice.
~
Part 3 - When They Pretended
“Hmm. What about her?”
“Where?”
“The tall, pouty one by the fire who’s glanced in our direction a total of three- no four times in the last minute.” The female was openly glaring at Ayelýn now. “Oh, she doesn’t seem happy with me at all.”
“Mm, maybe.” Aonung answered dismissively.
“Eywa,” Lýn snickered. “Definitely her. Skxawng, just how many hearts have you broken, hm? I’m starting to lose count.”
“Not my fault,” he mumbled into her hair, his breath tickling the tip of her ear. “They all knew nothing more would happen after.”
It had gradually become a sort of game between the two of them. By now, Ayelýn had attended numerous clan gatherings, feasts and ceremonies as his formal courting partner- during which she’d sometimes guess whether or not he’d slept and or fooled around with her pick of a random female.
While definitely not tasteful in the least, it had only started out of pure boredom on her part, sprinkled with a bit of curiosity each time she received an ugly sneer or muttered curse or even an outright confrontation from an upset, jealous female that thankfully at one time, Lo’ak and Rotxo were there to intervene.
And Aonung being Aonung- shameless about his past entanglements, usually entertained the game, mostly by engaging her with cocky remarks and teasing that sometimes- always made Lýn blush.
Tonight however, he was reserved.
Lýn frowned at this. “What? No overly snarky comeback?”
With his chest pressed against her back, his arms tightened around her, and, head falling to the side, he nuzzled his face into the juncture of her neck. “Not tonight.”
Forgetting about the game, she turned in the circle of his arms to face him, earning a disgruntled noise of disapproval from him losing his comfortable spot.
Upon her arrival a little while ago, she’d been pulled between his thighs as he leaned- half stood, half sat against a mangrove root and she’d been there ever since- not that she was really putting up much of a fight.
In the months they’d been playing pretend, they’d gotten quite good with their act. Their physical affections had become more of a habit rather than a necessity and their arguments turned bickering, tethered the line of excessive flirtation.
“That’s a first,” she said. “What’s with you tonight?”
“My hunting party went way past the boarders every night this week. Guess I’m just tired.”
“Oh.” Fiddling idly with the talon hanging around his neck, Lýn wondered whether she should leave. But she had just arrived though. The dancing hadn’t even begun yet for tonight’s celebrations.
“Oh?” he voiced, catching her serious expression.
“It’s- Well, you’ve been spending most of your days at Keftxo. Hunts at night- not to mention your other responsibilities… When exactly do you sleep?” she wondered, feeling a little guilty. He was only coming to Keftxo after all, because of her.
Aonung cocked his head to the side with a soft smile. “There you go again… worrying about me.”
Eyes fiery, she jutted her jaw. “Well someone has too!” she snapped. “Three weeks ago, somebody stabbed himself with a fishhook and didn’t even bother to get it tended to. The cut would have gotten infected if I hadn’t stepped in!”
“Accidentally stabbed, gorgeous. Accidentally.”
She ignored him. “And then last week, you thought it was a good idea to go exploring during a storm. A storm, Aonung.”
“I didn’t go!” he exclaimed in defense. “Your nagging was enough to make any man go crazy.”
“My nagging probably saved your life,” she muttered. “How exactly have you survived this long without me?”
“That’s an excellent question.”
Her comment was meant as a joke, but seeing his face scrunched up as though he were actually considering the question, made her chortle and smack him playfully.
“Speaking of sleep, you’re not sleeping either, I see.”
Her brows narrowed up at him. “How’d you know?”
Without responding, his hand framed her jaw and a thumb brushed under her left eye. She shivered from his intimate touch and silently cursed the wretched dark circles for giving her away.
“You need to sleep, Lýn. Otherwise you’ll be cranky and snippy more than usual and though I have yet to lure you into my bed, you’d most definitely try to smother me in my sleep like you’re always threatening.”
There was the teasing bastard she knew and despised.
“You have a really punchable face. Did you know that?” she asked sweetly, making him toss his head back with a loud bark of laughter that earned them many stares.
“Have you been speaking with Lo’ak again?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “In fact,” she continued, “I think I’ll daydream about doing just that right before I sleep tonight.” She made a pretend, dramatically slow swing for his face but he caught it. “Might just do the trick. No?”
Aonung’s eyes darkened and Ayelýn knew she’d just set herself up.
“Gorgeous, I know of a few other things you can think of that might work a lot better for you,” he taunted, voice low and deep as he teasingly made her palm run down the length of his chest.
Her hand was stopped precariously low near his tweng, making her inhale sharply.
It was not the first time they’d found themselves treading in dangerous waters, but it was getting harder every time to hide just how affected she was.
She smacked him and squirmed when his tail curled around her calf with no intention of releasing her. “Enough with the flirting, skxawng.” Turning serious when he released a wide yawn, she poked his side. “I know it’s still early, but you should probably rest. I can g-”
His hands tightened around her hips as though she were about to leave. “I’ll survive. Stay.”
“Aonung,” Rotxo called low as he approached them. “Heads up, brother, but Ezly is here tonight.”
Aonung cursed and Ayelýn perked up in interest, especially when he hugged her closer and began to scan the crowd of Na’vi from over her head.
“Who is Ezly?”
“No one.”
Palms flat against the panes of his stomach, she pushed off him and perched on a high mangrove root beside an amused Rotxo.
“Come back here, Lýn,” he ordered grumpily. “Ayelýn.”
“Shush. I am talking to my friend Rotxo.”
“Everytime we hang out, I think I like you a little more each time, Lýn.”
“The fuck-”
“Aw, Rotxo. That’s so sweet,” Lýn responded, ignoring Aonung’s mumbling theatrics. “I like you too."
“Have I gone invisible?” Aonung muttered to himself.
“So, you were saying, Ro’? Who is Ezly?”
The man snorted, then hesitated as though realizing who he was talking to exactly. His eyes flickered to his best friend then back to Ayelýn’s inquisitive ones.
“Ez is from the Nanlu village and she uh… strongly believes that she and Aonung are meant to be. She’s overly persistent about it and it’s a pain for us all whenever she visits.”
“Persistent is putting it kindly,” Aonung snarked, arms folded as he sulked.
“She’s quite terrifying,” Rotxo admitted. “Even Aonung thinks so.”
Lýn laughed. “She can’t be that bad.” When neither man cracked a smile, her face fell. “Oh.”
And when Lo’ak showed up ten minutes later with a panicked, “Psycho bitch alert!” Rotxo scrambled and disappeared behind the omaticaya man while Ayelýn suddenly found herself accosted by a wall of muscle and a delicious wave of what was starting to become her favourite scent in the world.
“Hi.”
“Hi?” she squeaked, mildly amused by the odd change in his behavior, hands automatically resting on his forearms… She liked his arms.
“Do you remember when you told me about your list of rules?”
“My rul- Wh-” Brain gone frazzled, she failed to comprehend his words… Most likely because she found herself desperately trying to not erupt into flames from the scorching palm that suddenly wrapped rather possessively around her upper thigh.
Legs dangling, her knees bracketed his hips and although she was very accustomed to his familiar touch by now, this… this had her feeling flushed and bothered and very tempted to do something foolish.
“Lýn, are you with me?” he asked, either unaware of the effect he was having on her or too distracted to care. “I’m going to kiss you.”
That snapped her out of her haze.
“You will not! My rules were clear and-”
“It’s one kiss, Ayelýn.”
“Because of Ezline?”
“Ezly,” he corrected. “And yes. She’ll back off once she notices that I’m preoccupied.”
“I am not going to kiss you just because you couldn’t keep your dick in your tweng. This Elza or whoever is your problem, not mine.”
He grinned wickedly and leaned in further. “Oh? Well one- my dick loves when you talk about him-” She made a disgusted face but he continued, “-and two. I never slept with Ezly.”
“One- yuck and two, then why is she so obsessed with you?”
“Okay. Okay. I know what it is. I know why you won’t kiss me.”
“What?”
Aonung nodded sympathetically. “You’re a bad kisser. That’s why.”
Her jaw dropped. “I’m-” She scoffed. “I’m not a bad kisser, you skxawng!”
“Really? Then prove it, gorgeous. Or is the sight of my face really that repulsive?”
“You’re trying to trick me.”
“Nope. I'm a simple man, standing here, begging you to give me one measly, little peck.”
“You’re begging? Ha! History has been made. Shall I tell the tale at the next storytelling gathering?”
“Funny.” He pinched her side making her yelp in the middle of her snicker.
“I can’t believe you pinched me!”
“I’ll kiss it better later. Now would you do me this one favor?”
“I’m doing you quite a lot of favors already, if you didn’t notice!”
They were so close now, their noses brushed- him so freakishly gigantic that he hovered over her even though she sat on a high mangrove root.
“Is she really so bad?”
“The worse. You are my only hope,” he mumbled dramatically. His voice rumbled deep and Ayelýn shivered, making him grin.
“Aonung! Aonung!” a shrill voice called from nearby.
Aonung froze and in response so did Ayelýn.
“Is that-”
“Ayelýn, p-”
And without another thought, she cupped his cheeks and fused their lips together.
~
Now Aonung had had his fair share of kisses in life… but-
Kissing Ayelýn was-
Fuck.
Aonung’s brain went completely blank. Tense muscles relaxing, he sank into it as the sounds of the clan surrounding them turned mute.
It was just him and her.
Slow and sweet.
And perfect.
To his pleasant surprise, her tongue ventured first, curiously sliding along his bottom lip- and damn if it wasn’t hot when she found his own and sucked.
He almost hated that she wasn’t wrong- she was a fucking fantastic kisser and he never wanted them stop.
She was gentle yet demanding and when he won their battle for dominance and deepened their kiss, the sound she made went right to his dick. He didn’t even care that she most definitely could feel it either- rapidly growing hard and pressed up against her stomach- and far too intimate.
Ayelýn didn’t know how long they’d been at it- truthfully, part of her didn’t care, but eventually her lungs began begging for air and her lips were slowly turning numb. Breaking the kiss first with a deep gasp, she mewled, fingers digging into his biceps when Aonung dived for her throat, unable to help himself.
As though he’d been deprived of a great gift and couldn’t seem to grapple with restraint and self control, he was ruthless. The hand on her thigh burned a path of heat against her skin as it travelled higher, landing on her ribs, thumb brushing just under her left breast. The other held her in place by the nape.
He wanted her. Badly.
“Ah- Aonung!” Ayelýn rasped. Dizzy, her stifled moan came out as a needy whimper when he sucked at her pulse. Eywa. “I- I think Ezla’s gone,” she managed.
And then just like that, when he’d registered her words, he suddenly felt cold and very, very tired.
~
In the few weeks that followed, Lýn’s mood plummeted. She’d deduced that it was most likely because she hadn’t spent much time with Aonung.
When exactly that became a thing… She wasn’t quite sure.
And in truth, while they weren’t exactly spending time together, she still technically had been seeing him around- almost every other day in fact, sometimes multiple days in a row.
He’d been spending most of his free time at Keftxo for the past month and some. Leading a team consisting of members from both Awa’atlu and Keftxo- Ayelýn’s father included, their little village was slowly changing before her eyes.
Ayelýn didn’t think that Aonung would take her request so seriously, much less he himself work alongside the others… but everytime she caught sight of him scaling high to help weave a ceiling into place, or pull hard on ropes- she knew would cause blisters- to secure a new doc, her heart melted a little more and her feelings for him grew.
That was another new discovery she’d been battling with. She didn’t know the exact moment it happened, only that one day she found herself wondering what it would feel like if their situation were different… were real.
At first, she’d brushed it off.
It was a stupid crush she’d told herself.
But then the skxawng had somehow convinced her to kiss him, and well, it had been no help. If anything, it made things worse. It took everything within her to stop the kiss, and even more, it was taking everything within her to guard her heart.
They were on a timeline that had an end date…
He wasn’t hers to keep.
~
“You’re avoiding me,” she finally snapped one evening as she dried her freshly washed face.
Ayelýn had had a long, grueling day of work. Her fingers ached, she was tired and coming home to find him sitting at her family’s table as if he belonged there had only soured her mood even further.
Aonung’s attention flickered to her for a fleeting second while two other pairs of eyes stared at her- wide and innocent.
“That’s dumb. Why would he be here if he were avoiding you?” Kaiiff asked, nose wrinkled in confusion as he, Aonung and Khalhan continued to tinker away at some foreign object. “You live here, Lýn.”
“Kaii has a point,” the skxawng smirked.
Ayelýn made an unimpressed noise. “Kaiiff, Khalhan. Go play outside, please.”
Khalhan had already gotten to his feet from the request but Lýn’s littler brother protested. “Wh- but Aonung is hanging out with us! Can’t you yell at him for whatever it is, later?”
“Kaiiff!”
“Fine!” the eight year old hollered. Then to Aonung, “If you survive, don’t finish our project without us.”
Aonung raised his hands at the bossy order. “Promise, I won't.”
The second the two boys left, Ayelýn was demanding answers. “Is this about the kiss?”
His head snapped towards her. “The… the kiss?”
Oh that got his attention alright.
“No, it’s-”
“What else should I think it is then?” Her arms folded and her hip cocked.
“It’s not! Eywa. You’re overreacting, woman.”
“Am I? Look me in the eye and tell me you’ve not been avoiding me because of that.”
He couldn’t.
“See, I knew we shouldn’t have-”
“Ayelýn, will you stop! The kiss didn’t even mean anything! It was nothing but a stupid mistake.”
She bit the inside of her cheek. Realistically she knew that, but his words still stung. “A mistake.” No. It hurt. “You asked me to, Aonung.”
“Well. Now, I’m thinking I shouldn't have.”
“...Right.”
He blew out a tired breath as he stood. “I’m going to head home, it’s getting late.”
“Yeah- okay,” she nodded, shifting to the side to let him pass. Better that than throttling him like she so very much wanted to.
“I’ll see you next week, Lýn.”
But she didn’t want to wait until next week… Her fingers snagged his own before he could get any further.
“Aonung.” Voice soft in vulnerability, her eyes were almost pleading. “I hate this… I hate this.”
“Fuck,” he whispered tiredly. He was such a scum. He was hurting her. Aonung pulled her into his arms and she just about melted into his embrace in relief. “I’m such a skxawng, Ayelýn.”
“The biggest,” she agreed, words muffled into his chest as she squeezed him tight. “Swear,” she continued. “You’re behaving like an idiot teenager who’s just gotten their first kiss and doesn’t know how to handle it. And we both know you’ve had your fair share. I thought we were friends, Aonung. You can’t treat me like that.”
“We are friends, and I’m sorry. Though it really wasn’t about the kiss,” he lied again. “And to be fair, I think you kissed the stupid out of me.”
“Oh no, there’s definitely a whole lot of stupid in you still,” she rebutted, making him cackle. “Stupid you, stupid me and that stupid kiss.”
He snickered, and tickled her side. “Take that back. Our kiss wasn’t stupid. And I told you, it wasn’t the kiss.”
Ayelýn’s chin poked a pectoral when she gave him a look that read, I don’t believe you, you big stupid liar. “Do you not remember just saying it was a mistake?”
Giving a hesitant nod, his jaw ticked. “I- Lýn, I shouldn’t have said that. I was… upset.”
“With me?”
He twirled a lock of her messy hair. It was always tangled and wild after a long day of work… he liked it like this. “No. No, not with you… with myself. I’m sorry I took it out on you.”
For the past few days, Aonung had been trying to decide whether or not he should continue with this farce of a plan he’d concocted. Ayelýn had him spiralling and feelings he had no damn right feeling for her stirred inside of him, all bittersweet and confusing.
He went about dealing with it the wrong way of course. Avoiding the woman he had so clearly grown real feelings for however, only intensified what he felt. And with that distance, he missed her which then made him even more moody and dickish.
Aonung had missed her pretty scowl and her insults and their banter. And this… Their casual- turned intimate touching was nothing but comfort and safety for him.
‘When this is all over, I don't know what I’ll do with myself,’ he kept thinking. What was he going to do without her?
“So, if it wasn’t about the kiss, what was it then?”
“Look, maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t about that,” he admitted.
“It’s a simple yes or no question, Aonung!”
“No. Believe me, gorgeous, it is anything but! Not when it comes to you.”
“What is that even supposed to mean?” she frowned. “Remind me to never kiss you again- unless I want you to ignore me for another two weeks,” she grumbled.
Contemplating her words, his tongue poked his cheek. Then, as if coming to a decision, mirth danced in his eyes and his signature smirk grew. “What if I prove it to you?”
“Prove what?”
“That it wasn’t- the kiss.”
It damn well was the fucking kiss. Who was he trying to fool?
Catching his meaning, her mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out. They were still hugging, and although the man was gigantic, his shoulders were slumped, allowing his face to hover precariously close to hers.
“What do you say, hm?”
“You want to kiss me again…” she said slowly, as if trying to understand.
“Yes.”
“To prove that it… wasn’t the kiss?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes fell to his lips. She wondered what it would be like to run her tongue over the cute spot he had resting just above.
“That’s a dumb idea. Better yet, that's the worst idea you’ve ever had.”
“We’ve already established that I am, in fact, a skxawng, gorgeous. I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”
That made her laugh. Only it ended on a nervous note.
“You’re overthinking, aren’t you?”
“No,” she lied and as if determined to not back down, she jerked her chin stubbornly. “Do it then.”
“Yeah?” he breathed in surprise, thumb already running along her jaw as he inched closer.
“Yeah,” she answered just as quietly as he.
Their feet moved, almost like a slow dance as he walked her backwards until she was pressed up along a beam.
He made the first move this time, claiming control of her lips so she didn’t have another second to think.
She was grateful, because she was instead suddenly focused on the intense heat rippling through her body. Starting with her lips and traveling downward, her nipples tingled, pebbling in want before the serge roamed lower, pulsing between her thighs.
They broke apart far too soon for her liking- her licking her lips unconsciously and sucking in a shaky breath of air. And him- blinking as though he were making sure she was real- that she was indeed, actually there.
“Well?”
“Well what?” she asked in a wobbly tone that betrayed her, showing him just how affected she was.
“Mm. You don’t look convinced enough to me.” His nose nudged hers affectionately, one big hand curled low on her hip, the other cupping her cheek while his tail slid around her calf.
“No?”
“Not even a little.”
And instead of stopping him like the sane part of her mind was nagging her to, she greedily leaned in for another kiss, this time pressing up onto the balls of her feet, desperately seeking more.
Before she could complain about how freakishly tall he was, Aonung was hoisting her up. She squealed in surprise as strong arms hooked under her thighs, but she wasn’t complaining, and in response her legs wrapped around his back, encouraging his actions.
Teeth and tongues and lips moving in sync, their kiss intensified.
Aonung swallowed her shocked gasp when he bit her bottom lip, his low growl of appreciation sending a deadly vibration straight to her core.
Eywa. The man could kiss.
Back arching, her hips bucked on their own accord. Once, twice and then she was grinding, cursing in annoyance when there was no friction found.
“Aonung.”
“Mhmm? Frustrated, gorgeous?” he murmured in taunt against her throat, biting a bruising kiss that would no doubt leave a mark. “Need something?”
She smacked him with her tail. “Such a damn skxawng.”
“A skxawng, who has you making some very pretty sounds,” he teased in agreement, licking her pulse.
As if proving his point, when kissed her again, she moaned into his mouth- a sweet melodic hum that had him straining in his loincloth. He loved that sound. He wanted to hear it again and again.
His hands roamed. Finding and squeezing her ass, he encouraged her frenzied efforts to turn into a slow, needy rhythm- her core rubbing against his hard stomach. Eywa. Her moans were driving him wild! Everything about her drove him wild.
“Can you come like this?”
“What? N-no, I don’t thi- ah!” She yelped when she was suddenly dropped- core landing directly onto a thigh… a thick, toned thigh. “Ohh, Great Mother…”
“Just Aonung will do,” he quipped, reaching behind to tug her tail.
She mewled sweetly as he moved her hips for her- his thigh hard and warm and pressing up against her clit fucking deliciously.
“How about now, gorgeous? Think you can come for me?”
“Maybe, I-” She hissed at the sting of his nipping teeth. “Maybe I can.”
“That sounds like a yes to me.”
Like clay in his hands, he manipulated her to his liking. With her feet dangling off the ground and hips and ass in his hands, Aonung did all the work- playing her like an instrument.
Kisses sinful and bruising and clit dragging just right, the build up was fast, blinding, intense.
It was mildly terrifying to a degree when the cusp of her orgasm began to swell- panic taking hold of her. “Ohhh- Ngh. I’m gonna c- Wait, wait!”
Aonung kissed her, effectively distracting her panic away. Her body shook beneath his hands, trembling as she broke. She came with sweet, sweet noises that mingled with his own soft groans.
As she caught her breath, he peppered her with gentle pecks- lips, chin and down the length of her neck, toward those little breasts he wanted to lavish.
When clarity emerged from the fog in her brain, she hid her face, palms muffling her disbelieving moan. “I can’t believe I just did that,” she groaned, shuddering from a rippling aftershock.
“Do you normally not come or something?” Aonung asked, shifting her onto his other thigh. He grunted when he accidentally brushed against her. His poor dick hadn’t had a woman's touch in over a year now, no surprise it was painfully begging for her attention.
She peered up at him incredulously. “I come just fine, you skxawng,” she snapped, unsure whether she should laugh or not. “But I’m talking about the fact that we- ”
“And when you say just fine. Is this by yourself? With someone els- wait, wait… Do you have a playmate I don’t know about?”
His teasing tone had turned into one of jealousy and his expression was so serious that it made Lýn burst into laughter. She had a feeling he was doing it all on purpose- and it was effective. He probably knew she would be overthinking and panicking over what they’d just done.
“Aonung, you’re incorrigible.”
“And you,” he hummed, pecking her lips between his words, “are gorgeous and sweet and oh so dangerously, deliciously tempting.”
She melted and returned his gentle affections, lips grazing the corners of his mouth before kissing his chin.
“Still haven’t answered my question though.”
“Aonung. You know my routines better than anyone else by now. I work all day and then all my free time is taken up by you or my family. How could you possibly think I have the time for a-”
Rendered speechless by his lips for the umpteenth time, she giggled at his eagerness. Their kiss this time was a playful fight for dominance, full of nips and teasing bites and wandering hands.
So entangled and focused on each other, they both took no notice when a poor, none the wiser, Bwena came strolling in. Her arms were laden with baskets of produce- freshly caught fish, fruit, and seeded grain all collected from the village’s communal stock and some rare herbs she’d bartered for with passing a trader from the Tipani clan.
A soft gasp and quiet call to the Great Mother fell from her lips at the sight of Aonungs back- and the legs wrapped around it. “Oh Eywa…” Then, she admonished a rather loud, “Ayelýn!”
“Sa'nok!” Ayelýn squeaked- a squeal following when Aonung almost dropped her.
They scrambled to right themselves and Aonung thanked all that had power in the universe that his raging bulge had simmered to hideable and unnoticeable. He still purposely kept Ayelýn to his front and was able to discreetly adjust himself. He very much did not need to scare the poor unsuspecting woman any further.
From the threshold, Bwena shook her head disappointedly. “I must say, I am very surprised at the two of you. Now I understand that you are young and in love-”
“Love?!” Both Lýn and Aonung sputtered at the same time.
Bwena paid them no mind, going on with her lecture, diplomatically. “-but please do have some respect for our home. What would your poor father say if he found you like this? Courting is a sacred time between and man and a-”
“Sa'nok, please!”
“-woman. It is the nurturing of your connection. Spiritually and emotionally, all with the aid of the Great and Mighty Eywa.”
“Sa'nok!” Ayelýn whined, utterly humiliated now. She stepped forward to take a basket from her mother’s arms- Aonung following her lead to help as well. “Trust me- there will not be a repeat of that- any of it. Ever! You have nothing to worry about.”
“Ever Ever?!” Aonung worriedly asked in alarm. He grunted an, “ooff” when he earned a smack of a tail from the woman he so loved to rile.
Seemingly recovered from her shock, Bwena disposed of the rest of her items, humming without a care as Aonung and Ayelýn held a hushed debate filled with wild gestures behind her back.
“Not happening!”
“Are you kidding me?!”
“We never talk about it again, agreed?”
“No. No, agreed.”
They straightened up quickly and planted neutral expressions on their faces when her mother spoke again.
“Aonung dear, will you and Khal be staying for tonight’s feast?” Bwena enquired as she collected items from around the marui in an empty basket.
“No. He said was just leaving, sa'nok.”
“Actually, we would love to stay for tonight’s feast.”
“Wonderful! You can help me and my sister scale some fish then. Come along!”
“You are exhausting,” Ayelýn hissed under her breath when her mother’s back was turned again.
“And you love it,” he grinned, smacking a kiss on her cheek and tugging at her tail before cheerfully following after her mother.
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Drench.
Scrub.
Scrub.
Scrub.
Rinse.
Wring.
Repeat.
A cheerful hum accompanied the monotonous task Lýn was conducting. With a wet smack, she heaved a mat into her basket and reached for another from the unclean pile.
“T’is a beautiful melody you sing, sweet girl,” Slwen voiced from across the marui, her own hands busily working at a massive tapestry.
“Oh.” A blush tinted Lýn’s cheeks. “I hadn’t realized I was so loud.”
“Nonsense. The louder the better for my aging ears. My Lýn singing is good. Means you’re happy,” the old woman said with a knowing smile. “It’s that boy, isn’t it?”
Ayelýn began to shake her head. “No-”
“Bah! Who’d have thought little Ayelýn would woo the heart of the chief’s son.”
“His name is Aonung,” Lýn corrected.
Spending as much time as she had with the man she was pretending with, led to learning a great deal about him.
The one thing that stood out most of all to her was that he despised being referred to as, “the chief’s son.” He hadn’t outright said this to her, but she’d picked up on it. And the one time she tried to bring it up with him, the skxawng brushed it off with a half assed, “I’m not just the chief’s son.”
Since then she was awfully protective and found herself correcting people whenever they referred to him as such.
“Ahh. My apologies, sweet girl. Carry on singing about your Anoung,” Slwen teased as she got to her feet, heaving her overfilled basket onto her hip with surprising strength and leaving the marui before Lýn could protest.
“I was not singing because of him,” she muttered to an empty pod.
‘Liar, liar,’ her mind mocked.
And as if she’d somehow summoned him, he came strolling in a few seconds later- or should she say was being pulled.
“Ask her! Ask her, puh-lease, Aonung!” Kaiiff begged as he yanked on the man’s hand. “She’ll say yes to you.”
Aonung chuckled but put up no fight at the youngling’s tugging. “Kaii, she never says yes to me.”
“What is this about now? And why are you here? Don’t you have training with your team today?”
“Well hello to you too, gorgeous,” he snarked sarcastically. “Can’t I just drop by for a visit?”
She plopped her final piece onto the rest of her clean pile and raised a suspicious brow at him.
“My team and I were nearby and I thought I’d be nice for them to take a little break.” He nodded towards her brother. “Kaiiff spotted me on the beach and we had a nice chat.”
Aonung beat her to it when she attempted to lift her basket, hoisting it with an ease she envied. It also made his muscles pop and- oh fuck. He definitely caught her ogling him.
When their eyes met, his expression was molten and a hint of something mischievous played on his lips.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
Kaiiff frowned up at the two of them, his little head shifting left and right as they just… stood there… staring at each other.
‘Were they having a staring competition?’ he wondered.
They were so weird.
Thankfully his sister seemed to lose, because a second later she was marching right out of the marui and Aonung and Kaiiff had no choice but to quickly follow her out into the sun.
“Aonung said I can go with him to explore the Sulruck Cove tomorrow,” Kaii announced.
“Is that right?” Lýn asked, striding towards the village’s drying stones.
The stones in question were massive boulders that had been scraped and filed till smooth. They held heat well and served as the perfect tool to dry large quantities of laundered items.
“Yes, he really did say,” the eight year old confirmed. “Can I go, Lýn? Please, please?”
Ayelýn grabbed the first article from the top of the basket in Aonung's arms. “Sulruck Cove? Isn’t that past srakat infested waters?” she asked with a frown as she laid it out on a hot stone.
“It’s safe this time of year,” Aonung shrugged.
Dropping the basket onto the sand and lifting a wet mat, he spread it out on the same stone as Lýn’s, batting her hands away when she tried to tell him he didn’t have to help her.
“They’ve migrated to the southern seas. Mating season,” he explained, laying flat another article. “It’d be perfectly safe.”
“Seeee, perfectly safe,” Kaii echoed, that boxy grin of his wide and infectious.
“Mmm. I don’t know, little brother. I’m not sure sa'nok would approve if she were here.”
“She would! She definitely would, Lýn!”
Their parents had journeyed to Jer’hxen village to visit their father’s family for two weeks. The birth of his sister’s child was due anytime now and so Kaiiff had been left in Ayelýn’s care.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m taking Khalhan as well.”
“Khalhan?!” Kaii exclaimed, stepping out of the way when Anoung hauled up another mat.
At this point, Lýn had been practically shooed away and had no choice but to watch him do her duty.
“Yep,” Aonung confirmed with a smile, ruffling Kaii’s hair when he stood straight. He’d completed all her work for the day without realizing it. “Lo’ak and Rotxo’s going too,” he told Lýn.
“Oh alright, go have your fun,” she said, giving in.
“Wa-hooo! Jes! Thank you, thank you!” Kaiiff jumped happily, tail flickering rapidly behind him. He squeezed his sister in a speedy hug- slim arms around her waist before he was dashing to do the same to a chuckling Aonung.
“I'm gonna go tell Talu! Bye!” he yelled, hugging Aonung one last time for good measure.
“Think you just made his year,” Lýn said. She went to get her empty basket but again, he beat her to it- head ducking with an awfully cute tilt to find her eyes.
His gaze made her pause- and that fluttery, swooping sensation in the pit of her stomach came to life again.
“Behave,” she said, reading his mind all too clearly- though the near blushing smile that broke through her lips made him grin in return.
“I didn’t even say anything, gorgeous. Don’t know what you’re thinking but my thoughts are all innocent,” he said in a faux serious tone. “Come on.” He linked their fingers with his free hand and walked her back to the washing marui- stares, like always following them as they did.
The Na’vi sure loved their gossip.
Stopping at the threshold, he pulled her palm up for inspection. Running his thumb across her blisters, he tsked at the sight of the broken skin.
“So I might have had an ulterior motive for venturing this far out.”
“I knew it.”
“My parents are hosting guests from Tipani next week. My mother said you’re invited to come.”
“Did she?” Lýn’s tail twitched- a nervous tick that Aonung picked up on.
Arm around her waist, he tugged her to his chest and she went willingly.
“Yes, but don’t worry, I’m planning on keeping you to myself all night. These things can get terribly boring.”
“Ah. So I’m to be used for your entertainment then?”
“Guilty,” he grinned. “Also…”
“Also…?”
He shifted and looked away. “Are you busy tonight? I thought we could- we could maybe do something- if you want.”
Was he…?
“Do something… As in, just you and me?”
“Mhm.”
“Oh- um, yeah. I’d like tha- Shoot. I can’t. I’ve got Kaii, remem-”
“Sweet Kaii will stay with me tonight,” a no nonsense voice called out.
Ayelýn and Aonung blinked at each other, then simultaneously peered into the marui to find-
“Slwen!” Lýn admonished. “Were you seriously eavesdropping? I thought you were hard of hearing?!”
The elder huffed. “I’m going deaf, girl. Not blind. Now say your goodbyes to your lover and come help me finish this.”
Shoulders shaking and closed fist over mouth, Aonung was trying hard to contain himself. He finally broke, laughter escaping him as he walked them both out of Slwen’s line of sight- tucked in the shadow of a jutting mangrove root.
Ayelýn giggled as well and when they finally sobered up, eyes unable to stop staring at each other, he kissed her cheek sweetly, making her breath hitch.
Lingering precariously close, he waited, and at her little nod of silent consent, his lips met hers for a searing kiss.
They reluctantly broke apart and with the promise that he would see her later, he left.
~
Neither of them questioned or acknowledged what was happening between the two of them- both too afraid of what the other would say.
~
Back out on the beach where his waiting team lingered, Aonung avoided Lo’ak’s annoying, knowing smirk.
“Shut up, forest boy,” he gritted, hailing his skimwing.
Lo’ak cackled. “I didn’t even say anything, fishlips, though you sure look like you had a grand time during your break… Should I tell the lovely Ayelýn that you never let us take breaks?”
“Lo’ak.”
“Or that we never travel this far out for a simple training lesson?”
“Lo’ak, I’m not going to warn you again.”
“Yep… Shutting up.”
~
Not until they had almost made it back to Awa’atlu and with relatively safe distance between him and Aonung, did Lo’ak tauntingly call out-
“Sooo, did you invite your gorgeous mate to be to my party?”
~
Hello friends! 💛
Don't know why I was so nervous to post this part lol
So originally, I planned for this part to be a bit more angsty, but then all that fluff and pop of spice happened... These two are just so surprisingly fun to write.
You'll find in my works I love a good embarrassing moment lol. Bwena walking in on them was a last minute insert- I couldn't help myself.
Anywhooo- As always, please let me know what you think.
Also I'm giving you guys the heads up, I have a hectic schedule this week, so I can't say when exactly the last chapter will be out.
And finally, feel free to let me know if there's anything you'd like to see happen before this mini series come to an end.
Spoiler alert- Ayelýn has some things to say to Ronal... and we have some visitors.
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Valentine's Day challenge for you! For each of the love languages (touch, gifts, time, words, acts) assign an assassin to each and write how they show it
Also happy Valentine's to you (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
Of course!! Thank you dear for this cute request!
Happy Valentine’s to you too!!
MASTERLIST 10
Love languages
altair
He’s a man of quality and substance so he would be wanting to spend quality time with you and appreciate all of you
ezio
Absolutely relies on physical touch and so much affection whenever he’s around you
desmond
I feel like words would be his strong suit since he thinks highly of you and wishes someone would have told him the same
edward
another one who would be physically affectionate, mostly stemming from his fear(s) of being alone
arno
The Romantic honestly tries to hit all five because he adores and loves every part of you all the way
aveline
All the gifts and spare time she has, as much as your heart desires
ratonhnhake:ton
Such a sweetheart! Acts of service are his go to because he gets to talk to you the most if your me busy with chores
jacob
another touchy one like Ezio! PDA starts to become his favorite especially if some Rooks are eyeing you too long
kassandra
Words are key to the Misthios because she weaves elaborate poetry to remember you by
bayek
Quality time is favorable to the former Medjai because it anchors him back to the loving domesticity when things get crazy
eivor
Eivor likes to create and make things so gift giving speaks volumes if carvings or jewelry are to your liking
aya
She is more physically affectionate, always holding onto your arm or hand if she wants to
basim
Likes spending quality time with you the most because he gets to unwind and relax with his favorite person
Templars
shay
Is absolutely physically affectionate and shameless about sneaking kisses
haytham
Tries to spend more time with you as possible, but also likes to buy you gifts
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can i request a tbz maknae line to reaction when their s/o kisses them and runs away outta embarrassment 🥹
love flew away
(maknae line) when you kiss them and try to run away
genre: baking, reader hates doing laundry (me), kissing of course! flirting, tension, but fluffy, sunwoo is very shameless, actually all of them are shameless notes: sangyeon shirtless is crazy word count: 1.4k
haknyeon
“How much sugar did you add again?” You eyed him with suspicion.
He looked at you like a deer in headlights. “Enough?”
You sighed. Baking with your boyfriend was a hard task, mostly because he hated any type of measuring. It could be the saltiest ingredient in the world and he would still pour in a whole three cups of it.
“I can’t trust you to do this anymore,” You grumbled. You handed him the whisk. “Just mix it at least.”
Haknyeon grinned, completely unabashed at your harsh comments. As he began to blend all the ingredients together, you had stalked off to pre-heat the oven. In the corner of your eye, you could see him subtly dancing to the music that you had put on. You couldn’t help but smile dearly at the sight.
He looked very alluring like this. His hair was tousled and there was flour powdered across his cheeks adorably. As quietly as you could, you approached him from behind. And then you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
A sudden feeling of embarrassment completely overtook you, causing you to back away.
“Put it in the oven for twenty-five minutes,” You muttered and then you took off, locking yourself in your room. You brought the pillow up to your face and screamed for a good few moments.
It was oddly quiet though. You had expected Haknyeon to come looking for you. You could here some clambering in the kitchen, the dishes being washed, but that was it.
“It’s done!” He abruptly yelled out. You froze, glancing at the time. Only five minutes had passed. There was no way that the cake was going to be done that fast. But still, with a grumble, you climbed off the bed and approached the kitchen.
He was standing there, leaning against the counter, his hands crossed over his chest with a knowing tilt of his head.
“You run away from me but come back for the cake?” Haknyeon gave you a smile.
You stuttered, “W-well…”
“Come here.” He grinned wider, holding his arms out. With flushed cheeks, you approached him, walking into his embrace. He gave you a tight squeeze, pulling away just to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “I appreciate the kiss.” He gave you a playful wink.
“Too embarrassing,” You muttered, hiding your face in his chest.
“Never,” He replied. “Be proud that you want to kiss my handsome face.”
“Shut up,” You groaned, punching him weakly in the chest. “Just– keep an eye on the cake or something.”
“I’ll keep an eye on you,” He mumbles, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “You taste sweeter anyway.”
“Uncouth.”
sunwoo
He pulled me into a passionate kiss, his hand wandering down to my lower back and–
“What’re you reading?” Sunwoo suddenly appeared next to you. You squeaked, backing away quickly, closing the book with a loud thump.
“Nothing.”
Sunwoo narrowed his eyes. “Looks like a book to me.”
You huffed, “Well of course it’s a book.”
He leaned closer, studying your features with a slight quirk on his lips. “Read it to me then,” He whispered, his low voice sending a shiver down your spine. His gaze wandered down to your lips, staring intensely. “I like your voice.”
You gulped and shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “I… can’t.”
He pouted, pulling away. “Why not?”
A blush began to appear on your cheeks. “The scene is kind of…”
Sunwoo smiled knowingly, his hand trailing down your arm, creating goosebumps on your arm. “Kind of?”
You bit your lip, looking away. “I can’t say.” It wasn’t much really. The two characters, previously enemies, were now kissing heatedly. But you couldn’t tell Sunwoo that. You had an idea of how it would end.
“Demonstrate it to me then.” His eyes darkened.
You sighed, frustrated. “First you want me to read, now you want me to demonstrate?”
He nodded stubbornly, facing you. “Unless it’s murder then maybe don’t demonstrate.”
You laughed. “What if it is?”
He rolled his eyes, smiling attractively. “I know it isn’t. You’re blushing. You can’t be blushing over murder.”
You whined. “Fine, I’ll demonstrate. But you need to close your eyes, please.”
He happily obliged. You could see that he was practically brimming with excitement, making you stifle a laugh. Slowly, you approached his face. He held his breath, his hands blindly finding your waist.
With a deep sigh, you leaned in, connecting your lips to his. Sunwoo hummed satisfied as he tightened his hold, kissing back quickly. He was about to deepen it and tilt his head but you abruptly pulled away. He peeked an eye open and he smiled fondly when you noticed that you were blushing.
“There.” You murmured. “I demonstrated. Happy?” You suddenly stood up, about to flee from embarrassment. You could only get a few steps in before Sunwoo was behind you, taking your wrist and pulling you right against his chest.
“Not quite satisfied yet.” He smiled. “Please demonstrate one more time. For research.”
You whined once again. “I can’t–”
“Then I’ll do it.” He eagerly kissed you again. You practically melted in his hold. This time, his hand wandered exactly where your lower back was, copying the words that you had just read. You gasped and broke the kiss.
“You read the page of the book didn’t you?” You breathed out.
He shrugged with a sly smile. “I simply took inspiration.”
eric
“I hate doing laundry,” You groaned. “Why must you make me do it with you?”
“Because I like to spend time with you,” He bluntly replied.
“We could be doing anything else,” You whined.
“Nope,” He shook his head stubbornly. “When the bed sheets smell freshly washed then I will be satisfied.” He reached into the dryer, lifting the heavy duvet effortlessly. Your eyes wandered down to his arm muscles. He smiled knowingly. “Plus, I love to cuddle you in bed. And kiss.” He smiled innocently.
You flushed. “Don’t try to make doing laundry a sensual thing.”
“I am not!” He exclaimed with a pout. And just for the fun of it, he pulled the duvet over himself, wrapping himself warmly. The fabric covered most of his face. Except for his lips. You giggled and without much of a thought, you leaned up and kissed him, smiling against his lips.
He stood there frozen for a second. And then he peeked out of the covers with a shy smile.
“Did you just kiss me?”
“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes, trying to play off your anxiousness. “Like I do every day.”
“No, no.” He practically melted, his eyes softening. “That was such a sweet kiss though. It was different.”
You bit the inside of your cheek nervously. “Maybe… because I love you so much?”
Oh, you had done it to his heart. You could see behind his eyes, that he was about to pounce on you and pepper your cheeks with kisses like he always did. There was a stupid yet adorable, lovesick smile growing on his lips.
You squeaked and took hold of the duvet, pulling it over his face as you made a run for it.
“Y/n!” He whined. You could see in the corner of your eye, him pulling off the covers as he began to chase you.
“Let me live, please,” You pleaded, turning around to face him. He was already approaching, trapping you against the wall. He was breathing hard, as he gazed at you with so much affection.
“I’ll let you live. If you kiss me again like before.”
“No, I refuse.”
“Shy?” He grinned.
“Yes, in fact I am.”
“Well, as a matter of fact,” He started, his arms coming around you to pull you up against his body. “I love you so much too.”
“That’s great,” You whispered. “So are you going to let me go now?”
“I never said I would.” His eyes fell to your lips. You flushed as he placed a sweet, sweet kiss, making your legs become jelly. “When I’m done kissing you, we’re going to make out on our newly washed bed.”
You groaned. “You ruined the mood with the damn laundry again, Eric.”
“I’ll return the mood for you?” He tilted his head cutely, pulling you in again. Your heart thumped rapidly.
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Obsessed: I’m Yours 🕷️
in another dimension where possessive!miguel deals with jealousy differently
w/c:
pairing: possessive!miguel x f!reader
tags: 18+ smut. jealousy, possessiveness, grinding, groping, slight exhibitionism, voyeurism, almost instant (unprotected) sex
notes: had the artic monkeys cover of “I’m yours” around the time I wrote this and it’s so goodddd
part one — part two — part four
In your universe you ended up with a possessive and jealous boyfriend almost as crazy as you.
But in another universe, another version of you also ended up with her own Miguel O'Hara. Except hers wasn't so open about his jealousy.
He was more subtle about it, shy in a way.
Well only shy when communicating about it.
Otherwise he was very loud about it in other aspects...
One specific time when you went out clubbing together, a good six months into your relationship. You wore a skintight dress that Miguel couldn't help but just admire your figure and curves whenever he could.
Unfortunately for him he wasn't the only one soon as you set foot into the club.
That was the first time he physically saw when men were looking at you the same way he did. It infuriated him.
So he only pulled you closer to him, his wrapped around your waist making sure you were as close to him as possible.
You were completely clueless and just thinking that he wanted to make sure you were safe with him.
Which was a part of it but obviously for him it was deeper than that.
He couldn't bare the idea that men have been checking you out the whole time you've been together. Right in front of him too?
Shameless.
And there was only so much he could take.
So as soon as he took two shots and you led him towards the dance floor he didn't even bat an eye.
And right as you both made it to the middle of the dance floor, the dj made a smooth transition from a song you didn't recognize to "Yo Perreo Sola" by bad bunny.
Which immediately got all the girls gathering around each other but you just stayed with Miguel not caring that it's the opposite of what the song was saying.
With his hands on your hips helping you, you started grinding against him to the rhythm of the song, never missing a beat. You slowly brought your hands up your body, from your thighs, stomach then cleavage as Miguel looked down watching you in awe.
Until he caught eye of another man looking at you while he had a girl grinding on him. He licked his lips and it only fueled Miguel's jealousy but he didn't wanna fuck the night up for you.
Especially since you loved dancing with him.
So slyly he moved one of his hands going up your side and up your body slowly before groping one of your tits through your dress making you let out a little moan.
He only smirked as you laid your head against his chest as he squeezed gently while you continued grinding on him, or at least trying to. You were mostly trying to ignore that growing ache in your core.
He the brought his head down and kissed your neck gently making your heart flutter. Miguel wasn't one to stray away from showing his affection to you in public which made you feel so happy. Wanted.
But this time was a little different in his eyes. This time it was like he had something to silently prove to that dude who was most definitely staring at you too.
So Miguel figured he'd give him a show so he knows that he can look but he can never touch.
He sucked on your skin then left a kiss on your new love bite. You turned your head and looked at him with a new profound love for him.
He just made you feel so loved and wanted. It's all you've ever wanted and you got it with him.
He leaned in and kissed you softly, you reciprocating it back and melting into his touch. Probably the most sensual thing you've ever done in public but you didn't care. And who would be watching anyway?
Miguel knew who.
And he caught a glimpse of him still staring after he pulled away from the kiss and you kept on grinding on him. The guy only gave him a wink which only pissed him off more so he grabbed your hand and let you to the exit.
You were confused but didn't question it. He felt kinda bad that his jealousy got the best of him and he felt the need to leave.
Until he thought of a way to make it up to you.
He led you to his car and first opening the door for you, and helping you get in them he went over to his side. He drove out of the parking lot with haste, he needed you so desperately.
He kept a hand on your thigh, tracing circles on your soft skin as he drove while you mumbled the lyrics to whatever song was on the radio. He then slipped his hand under your dress, still only tracing circles on your skin but now to your inner thigh.
He did that the whole drive back to his place which had you more confused but you didn't mind spending more time with him.
That was until as soon as you entered his apartment and he pushed you back against his door and his mouth immediately latched onto your neck, did you finally realize why he was acting this way.
You truly didn't mind especially with the way his hand was already slipping beneath your dress and made its way between your thighs.
You gasped as he began rubbing circles against your clit and still leaving more love bites on your neck as well as your cleavage for good measure.
"You're just so pretty baby." He murmured into your skin sending shivers all throughout your body.
You moaned as his fingers rubbed your bundle of nerves faster and you closed your eyes, leaning your head against the door.
It didn't take long for his impatience to get the best of him especially when you noticed how hard he was and that was when he grabbed your hand and let you to the kitchen.
He kissed you like a mad man and touched every inch of you before pulling away and undoing his pants as fast he could.
You bite your lip to refrain from laughing so you just rode your skirt up and over your ass, showing off the pretty thong Miguel chose for you.
As expected he didn't have any patience for foreplay but he'd make it up to you at a later date. He slid his pants off and just spat on his hard cock when you brought your hand down to stroke it for him.
You were just so thoughtful and sweet.
And all his.
He groaned as you looked down and spit on it some more, making sure he was nice and wet for you. He then moved you so you were directly facing him then grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held onto you with one hand and then began rubbing your tip onto your drenched folds. You whimpered and looked at him with those big pleading eyes but he didn't care.
He rubbed his tip up to your clit making you whimper some more, pure music to his ears.
He then positioned his tip to your entrance and you moved your hips, needing that friction but he wasn't having it yet.
He looked into your pleading eyes, your beautiful eyes that showed just how desperate you were.
But that wasn't enough.
"Tell me you're mine." He murmurs and you feel your eyes fluttering at his cruel teasing.
"I'm yours?" You said uncertain if that was what he wanted but your question being answered by him slipping inside you.
He only got halfway before he stopped and let out a shaky breath, "Tell me again. Please."
You bite you lip, looking into his face and noticing just how bad he wanted to hear it. His eyes were sparkling, his lips were quivering, cheeks rosy.
"I'm yours. Baby I'm yours." You say softly and bring a hand to cup his cheek when he plunges himself into you making you cry out in pleasure.
"That's fucking right." He moans and secures his arms on the back of your thighs as he fucks into you.
You no longer felt the air in your lungs for a solid few seconds as you just held your mouth wide open in pure shock he was able to take you like this. Until you let out those sweet whimpers from your mouth as he pounded into you harder with every dirty sound that escaped your lips.
"Oh baby you're all fucking mine." He grunts as he fucks all his previous jealousy into you.
Being so fucking grateful that you, all of you, is all his.
"Mine and no one else's." He moans out making you tighten around him which left you both being sappy messes for each other.
"Oh fuck!! Yes baby all yours- only yours." You cry out when you feel him twitch inside you.
He already felt his orgasm appear in his abdomen and without warning he came hard, deep inside you. You tried to catch your breath as he stayed inside you, still holding you tightly to ensure you won't fall.
He then sighed and started walking you towards his bedroom. You laid your head on his chest as he opened his closet door and got something before laying you down on his bed gently, then finally slips out.
All his cum leaking out of you and down onto the towel he grabbed, which only made you chuckle, "so got a little jealous?" You asked letting out a little giggle to which he shrugged.
"Just had to make sure you never forget." He says giving you a cheesy grin as he walks off to the bathroom with another towel.
You rolled your eyes at his response when he came back with the towel damp, and he went down to his knees and started to clean you up gently. "Ya know a little jealousy is okay...." You keep going and he only gives you a look but you ignore it.
"Long as you fuck me like that every time." You coo and making a slight smirk tug on his lips before he shrugged again.

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4. Taste Like Nicotine
★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader
★ ❝ Go back to Himeno. ❞ ❝ No. That's not what you want. ❞
★ c.w.: suggestive themes, drinking (more content warnings and tags)
★ a/n: HELLO AGAIN MY POOKIE DOOKIES!! IM BACK AGAIN. bc i have nothing better to do atm and i wanted to give yall a lil sum sum before i moved away to uni. please excuse the pacing of this chapter -- this fanfic was supposed to be a oneshot and uh... now its 160 pages in google docs LMFAOOA.. things get spicy in this chapterrr! so yeah anyway, you know the drill, keep me entertained -- keep your funny little comments coming, I absolutely love reading them. You guys motivate me to keep going! Love yall
★ w.c.;4.1k
shameless ; chapter index
THE OFFICE WAS QUIET, the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustling of papers the only sounds that broke the silence. You were alone, finishing up some last-minute paperwork after hours. The mission had gone surprisingly well—no casualties, a rare feat in your line of work. The team had even managed to kill a large Devil containing a piece of Gun Devil Flesh, a significant victory. Yet, instead of joining the others to celebrate, you had chosen to stay behind. Partly to avoid any awkward encounters with Himeno, but mostly because you felt restless, unable to shake off the events of the past few days.
As you finished up the last of your reports, you glanced at the new message on your phone.
HIMENO| you didn't come tonight.
Typing...
YOU
| I didn't think you'd wanna see me after the stunt I pulled.
HIMENO| I dont, but I wanted u to know that everyone is talking abt u
YOU
| ??
| wym
HIMENO
| your shadow didn't come tonight, either.
Typing...
YOU| look, himeno, ive actually been wanting to talk to you about that
| would you be able to meet up and talk it out?
HIMENO| id rather not honestly.
| ur a grown woman and i cant stop u from doing what u want
| but just know that people in pb. safety talk
| dont mess up a relationship with a perfectly good man for aki
| u should leave him for someone who can actually give him what he needs
YOU| I understand that I've hurt you, Himeno, and I'm sorry
| I have no intentions of being with Aki.
HIMENO| good
| dont get him mixed up in ur fucked up marriage
| he doesnt deserve that.
You sighed, pocketing your phone. There were certain battles you simply couldn't win. This would undoubtedly be one of them.
It was late, and you knew you should head home. You gathered your things and made your way down the dimly lit hallways, your footsteps echoing in the emptiness.
As you passed the breakroom, you heard voices. One familiar voice, more specifically.
You slowed your pace, not wanting to intrude but curious enough to catch a snippet of the conversation. The door was slightly ajar, and you could see two figures inside.
"You look desperate, dude," the unknown person said, barely audible. "It's not attractive."
"I'm becoming ridiculous," Captain Hayakawa said, his voice low and strained. "I'm losing hope."
"Hope of what? Convincing a married woman to break her vows?" the other person retorted, a hint of incredulity in his tone.
Are they talking about me? You asked. You knew the answer. You simply did not want to confront it.
Hayakawa sighed. "I thought she would call me by now," he admitted, the vulnerability in his voice making your stomach churn uncomfortably. "I just... there was something there."
There was a pause, then the other person sighed, his voice softening. "God, you are ridiculous." After a moment, he added, almost reluctantly, "Shit, sorry, man. I know you like her."
"No, you're right," He replied, a note of resignation following his words. "She doesn't want to speak to me. I'm driving myself crazy waiting for someone who's never gonna call."
You felt a knot tighten in your stomach, guilt and confusion swirling together. You hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but now you couldn't just walk away without feeling a pang of something—regret, perhaps? The slip of paper with his number, still in your possession, weighed heavily in your mind. You had been avoiding the situation, avoiding him, and now it was clear how much it had affected him.
Aki's words echoed in your ears as you stood frozen in the hallway.
He was right; you hadn't called him. You hadn't even acknowledged the note, too caught up in your own turmoil and guilt to consider his feelings. Now, hearing him speak so openly, you felt a rush of emotions—sympathy, guilt, confusion. There had been a moment between you, an undeniable spark, but you had chosen to ignore it, to pretend it didn't exist.
When would it all come crashing down – your efforts? This whole situation?
The conversation in the breakroom continued, but you couldn't listen any longer. You turned away, your heart pounding. As you made your way to the exit, you couldn't help but replay Aki's words in your mind.
He had been waiting for you, hoping you would reach out, and now he was losing hope. Fuck.
He had been waiting for me.
The idea thrilled you, for some strange reason. Maybe because you hadn't felt desired like this in years – it made your head spin. But another part of you was terrified—of what it might mean, of the complications it would bring, of the impact on your marriage.
You couldn't help yourself. You did what you always did. You ran away from him.
You knew you couldn't avoid him forever, but for now, you needed time to think. .
7:45 PM
Typing...
Hey. |
Typing...
Hello, |
Typing...
How are you? |
Typing...
Hey. They're taking me out for drinks tn as a sendoff party. I think you should be there.
SENT.
YOU | Hey. They're taking me out for drinks tn as a sendoff party.
I think you should be there.
| At the Sip-n-savor in downtown Tokyo
Seen 8:00 PM .
The night went on without a flaw. The atmosphere was infectious, and you had been trying to let loose, drink in hand, as you chatted and danced with the others. But as the night wore on, a sense of unease settled in. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the memories of the overheard conversation in the breakroom, or maybe it was the subtle disappointment that someone hadn't shown up.
Excusing yourself, you made your way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected your flushed cheeks and slightly smudged makeup. You sighed, turning on the faucet and splashing some water on your face. As you washed your hands, you found yourself thinking about Aki.
Despite everything, a depraved part of you had hoped to see him tonight. You had been both relieved and disappointed when he hadn't shown up—relieved because it meant avoiding an awkward conversation, disappointed because you had been... well, actually looking forward to seeing him.
As you touched up your makeup, you couldn't help but reflect on your own conflicted feelings. You were married, committed, and yet, Aki had stirred something in you that you simply couldn't stand to ignore. It was confusing, disorienting. You weren't sure what you felt more strongly: guilt for being drawn to him or frustration that you couldn't just let it go.
"Ugh," You groaned, pressing your forehead against the sink. "'M g'nna be sick."
Feeling a bit lightheaded from the drinks, you decided to step outside for some fresh air. You left the bathroom and – completely drunk – maneuvered through the crowds to the nearest door.
The cool night breeze was a welcome relief against your warm skin, and you leaned against the balcony railing, taking deep breaths. The city lights twinkled below, and you watched them in a daze, trying to steady your thoughts.
That's when you saw him.
Aki was just entering the party, his sharp suit and dark hair making him stand out immediately. You felt your heart skip a beat. Then another. He was killing you.
He came, you thought, a strange mix of emotions flooding you. Relief, excitement, and that persistent undercurrent of guilt all tangled together.
He spotted you almost immediately and made his way over. As he approached, you couldn't help but think how painfully gorgeous he looked, the dim lighting casting a soft glow on his features. In that moment, he seemed almost like a knight in shining armor, a figure out of place in the lively, chaotic setting of the bar.
"Hey," he greeted, his voice smooth and warm, a balm to your nerves.
"Hey," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked, a slight concern in his tone. "You're not cold?"
He always seemed to be worried about you and the weather. Still, the chill felt nice against your hot skin, oddly enough.
I missed you, you didn't say. You didn't even think about it. You knew that in a day you would be back on the train and all of this would just be a bad dream, anyway.
You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "No, I just needed some air. It's a bit stuffy in there."
Aki didn't respond immediately, and when you turned your head up to look at him, his expression was unreadable. The noise from inside the bar seemed distant, the world narrowing down to just the two of you in that moment. You felt a tug in your chest, a pull towards him that you couldn't explain, couldn't deny.
"Did you pregame the bar, or something?" You laughed quietly. It felt nice, being able to pretend nothing had ever happened between the two of you and just... enjoy each other's company. "You smell like beer."
"I was having a few drinks with my roommate before you texted me," He answered. Then, looking out onto the street, he added, "He told me I shouldn't come tonight. Said you're driving me crazy."
"So, why are you here, then?" You asked.
He looked at you. "I think you know why I'm here."
There was a brief silence, comfortable yet charged with the unspoken. You glanced at him, noticing the way his eyes lingered on you, soft but searching. It was the same look he had given you in the seminar, the museum, everywhere else, and it stirred something deep inside you.
You hated the way he made you feel.
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked you. His voice was as deep and rich as ever, and you had about half a mind to take him up on the offer.
You shivered. You knew it wasn't from the cold air. It was him – the smell of him, his cologne, the distinct scent of nicotine that let you know he had just finished smoking a cigarette. It was an aroma so unique to him that you had grown to like it.
You were looking at his lips before you knew it, giving way to a craving you couldn't explain, "I'll try a cigarette, if you have any."
He smiled softly, reaching into his pocket and flipping open a carton of cigarettes and a lighter. He placed a cancer stick between your lips, and you felt a part of you die a little. He struck the wheel of the lighter, bringing the cigarette to life.
You coughed so hard that you nearly hacked up a lung. It had been years since your last cigarette.
Hayakawa stepped behind you, cupping a hand around your elbow, sliding it up your arm, your wrist, your fingers before he plucked the cigarette from your digits.
"First time?" He asked, warm voice hot against your neck.
"Wanted to give it a try," You shrugged. You didn't know what, exactly, had gotten into you. It seemed that with every sip of liquor you took lately, you crept closer and closer back to your old self. The sort of liquid courage that made people make very bad decisions. "Sorry. I'm a little," You waved your hands around yourself, trying to gesture 'drunk' without actually saying it.
"How brave of you," He murmured, pulling a hit from your cigarette and exhaling. He was the picture of sin – face flushed with alcohol, messy bangs, pink lips wrapped around a cancer stick. He was so pretty it hurt.
"I'll try it again when I'm sober," You offered.
"When?" He asked, breathing smoke out into the air. "Where?"
As persistent as always, you thought. Still, you didn't necessarily mind the attention anymore. You told yourself that it didn't matter – you would be out of here soon anyway, and everything would be far behind you before you knew it.
"Why is it that every time I'm inebriated... God tests me by throwing you in my way?" You laughed, Truly, you wished you had considered the implications of your words a little more before you had said them. "Just as I thought your manners had improved since the party. You behaved badly, then. You know that? Very badly," you hiccuped. "You should be ashamed of yourself, throwing– hic–throwing yourself at a married woman like that."
He didn't acknowledge your drunken ramblings, and he also didn't deny the fact that he had been doing exactly that – throwing himself at a married woman.
"Hardly my fault," He breathed out. "I just can't seem to resist you."
"Don't worry," You replied, eyeing him up dubiously as he pulled another hit from what was left of your cigarette. "I'm leaving tomorrow. Won't have to worry about resisting me after that."
"I know," He answered back. "Selfishly enough, I spent the last few hours wishing your train got delayed one more day, or something like that," He exhaled, then snuffed his cigarette out on the balcony, "Still, I'm glad I could see you before you went home."
"I wish I could say the same about you," You replied before you could stop the words from coming out.
He poked his tongue through the inside of his cheek, retorting, "You're gonna sit here and act like you didn't invite me? Like your eyes didn't light up like a child when you saw me pull up?" He turned around, commanding even more of your attention, standing at least a foot and a half taller than you. "You wanted me to come tonight."
It was true. That's the worst part. Everything he said was the truth.
"So that I could say goodbye," You said with remarkable finality, "I'm leaving after this."
You hadn't originally planned on leaving so soon, of course, but you wanted to get the hell out of here before you made another bad decision.
"Already?" He asked.
"You're the one who ran late," You replied. "This ends tonight. I'm going to say bye to everyone else, then I'll be gone."
With that being said, you made your way back to the door. You would go inside, bid everyone farewell, collect your belongings, and then–
He called your name before you could go back inside. You froze in place.
"Am I misreading the signals?" He asked.
You sighed, turning around one last time to clear the air, "This has to stop, Aki. You make me feel like... like I'm guilty of something."
He implored you, "What do you want me to do?"
"Go back to Himeno," You answered, a biting undertone seeping through your words. You were undeniably bitter about the whole situation, and under any other circumstances, you would have tried to be a good sport, but...
Himeno's words were a heavy weight on your heart.
'Don't mess up a relationship with a perfectly good man for Aki.'
'You should leave him for someone who can actually give him what he needs."
You could never be what Aki wanted. He wanted all of you – not just a week of you, clearly. You were married, and you couldn't let all of that go over a guy you'd been toeing the line with for what seemed like ages.
He was a young man. The fact of the matter was that you were a grown woman. A married one.
"She's a sweet, kind woman," You continued. You felt like you were going to be sick just being near him. Unknowingly, tears began to prickle at the corners of your eyes. "Go back and beg her to forgive you. Go be with someone who wants to be with you. Who can be with you."
"No," He answered simply. There was an intensity in his eyes that frightened you, like he would die without you, as he continued, "That's not what you want. I think we both know that. I refused a mission in Hiroshima to stay here with you. I planned to let go of another one in Beijing," He swallowed, "I can change my mind, and you'll never see me again."
"If you have any consideration for me," Your voice was a shuddering whisper, like someone could walk out any minute and hear the two of you going back and forth. "Any semblance– a shrivel of compassion, you'll give me back my peace."
He shook his head, "I can't. You know I can't. You've consumed every inch of my peace, every inch of my mind. How can I give you your peace?"
Fair point.
You had nothing to say to him. So, silently, your vision blurred with tears, you glared at him. Glared and frowned like that would make you believe he was the sole contributor to this issue. Then, again, you turned on your heel and went for the door. You entered the bar quickly.
He followed not too long after you, "I'll go to Beijing, then."
"No." You said. Your teary-eyed fury caught the eyes of more than a few confused bar patrons. "I don't want you to go."
Everyone was looking at you. Seriously, everyone. Your old coworkers, the bartenders, everybody.
You swallowed down your pride, bowing down before them all. "Good night, everyone," You said. You plucked your purse and your jacket off of the barstool. "Thank you for everything. I'm leaving."
Ignoring the confused looks and hushed whispers from the patrons, you exited the bar, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. The rain had started to fall, a soft drizzle quickly turning into a steady downpour. You barely noticed, too wrapped up in the turmoil inside your head. The cold, wet sensation of the rain soaked through your clothes, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You just needed to get away, to clear your mind.
But of course, Aki followed after you. You could hear him calling your name, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. You quickened your pace, almost running, your heels splashing through puddles as you made your way down the block. His footsteps pounded behind you, matching your speed. You couldn't escape him, couldn't outrun him.
Finally, he caught up to you, grabbing your arm to stop you. "Wait, can we please talk?" he pleaded, his voice breathless and desperate.
You turned to face him, rain pouring down around you both. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his suit jacket soaked through. The intensity in his eyes matched the storm, a fierce determination that made your heart ache. You met his gaze begrudgingly, not wanting to deal with this, not wanting to deal with him.
"Have I really been imagining all of this?" He asked. He sounded broken. "Is it really all in my head? Tell me if it's a lie. Tell me to leave you alone. Tell me you mean it—all of it," he paused, taking a shuddering breath. "Or tell me the truth."
You swallowed hard, the weight of the situation crashing down on you. "I don't know how to feel, Aki," you finally admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm trying to be good, but you just keep fucking—popping up everywhere. And you say these pretty things to me, and," You choked back a sob, struggling to find the right words. "I can't help myself around you."
"Running from your problems won't make me go away," he said, stepping forward to put his hands gently on your waist.
There was a long pause as you stood there in the rain, staring at each other. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you. The storm, the bar, everything else was just a blur. You were tired—tired of running, tired of the confusion, tired of pretending that everything was fine when it wasn't.
He added, "You can't run from your feelings."
This time, it was his eyes that dropped to your lips. His tongue darted out to dampen his own, and then his eyes flicked up to your face. When he spoke, his voice was huskier than before, as if it had been tainted by an emotion that hadn't been there before. Was it lust? Passion? Whatever it was, you wanted more of it.
Your eyes widened. Your mouth had run dry. You didn't know what to say. Even being like this right now -- as close as you were, -- was against your wedding vows. This was wrong, and you couldn't do that to your own husband.
Your own husband who loved you so dearly.
Your own husband who left you hanging so many nights on end.
Your own husband, who acted as if he couldn't care if you lived or died.
As if he had sensed your train of thought wandering, Aki placed two fingers beneath your chin, lifting your face up until he was the captor of all of your attention. Him and him alone. Not your husband, but him.
"I could treat you like a princess," His eyes wandered down to your lips again, but this time there was an unspoken hunger within them. "All you have to do is ask, and I'm yours. I already am."
And, God, what a fool you had been in uttering the words, "Don't toy with my emotions. You don't want me."
He paused, awaiting something, anything. His eyes pleaded with your own, luring you in with promises of pleasure and happiness. Gently, he grabbed your hand, placing it over his breast, right above his heart.
"I want you so badly it hurts," He breathed, "For a night, for a day, for a week..." Aki closed the gap between the two of you – brought your faces closer together. Closer, until you could feel the warmth of his calm breath fanning out against your cheek. Closer, until he uttered, "As long as you'll let me have you."
"Aki, I can't-...." You paused. Yet, still, you never moved. Your body betrayed your words, dilated pupils and trembling hands giving way to your internal dilemma. "This is wrong. You know I can't do this."
You were being a hypocrite. You knew you were. One spare glance down at the placement of your hands on his chest -- one over his breast and one looped around his tie -- and you knew he could tell you were only putting up a front.
"I know," he murmured softly, words practically dying beneath the volume of the rain, "But I can't stop thinking about you."
You folded. Your eyes dropped down to his lips one last time, and that's when you knew he had already won.
Fuck it.
"Fuck you," you muttered, feeling a surge of reckless abandon.
Without thinking, you reached out and pulled him towards you, crashing your lips against his in a desperate, frenzied kiss. It was messy and wet, your tears mixing with the rain, your hands tangling in his hair as his arms finally wrapped around you.
The kiss was filled with all the pent-up emotions, the longing, the frustration, the desire. It was passion, it was anger – it was tongue and teeth and lips smearing your lipstick over the lower half of your face. It was two black holes finally colliding after circling around each other far too long.
"I can't make sense of it. I want... you," you sighed, pulling away, voice trembling, "I don't know what any of this means anymore. I don't know what to think."
"Then don't," he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. He tasted like cigarette smoke, beer and mint gum – a flavor so utterly addicting that you couldn't seem to get enough of it. "Don't think. Let me take you back to your room."
You hesitated, the reality of the situation hitting you. This was crossing a line, a line you couldn't uncross. But as you looked into his eyes, saw the same turmoil reflected back at you, you felt your resolve crumble.
You were tired of pretending.
"Okay," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rain. It was a final, resigned acceptance, the last nail in the coffin of your restraint.
You were tired of running from the inevitable.
a/n: dont hate me. LMFAOAOAOOAOA. i had to! i absolutely loved writing this chapter and i loved writing tipsy obsessed aki. i headcannon that he's a touchy needy bf and no one can tell me otherwise. i think you all know what happens next. im not sayin nothin tho. hehe. ANYWAYYYYY LMK WHAT YALL THOUGHTTTTT i look forward to hearing it!!! lmk what yall wanna see in the next few chapters/over the course of the story. and if youve already watched anna karenina (or read, in which case... how...) shhhhhh youve seen nothing. muah! x
credits: UNKOWN ATM. I found the cover pic on pinterest unfortch. If you know the artist, please let me know, so I can credit them properly for their work!!! This is NOT MY BEAUTIFUL DRAWINGGG. I obviously do not own csm or anything related to it. please do not reproduce, copy, or translate my works anywhere. dont fk w me im a bruja.
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i powered through unraveled mostly out of a morbid sense of horror and disbelief and i must ask, will we ever be graced with sunset's thoughts on this magnificent and infallible work of literature?
Very bold of you to assume I have opened the cover of this brand new item in Ms. Messenger's oeuvre (or that of Stellarlune, for that matter). As a responsible critic, I cannot give a review of the book itself - but I can give a readout of my immediate emotional response to the plot points I heard from various commentators as they went chapter-by-chapter reacting to the plot of the book.
In summary, my response is also perfectly described as: "a morbid sense of horror and disbelief." Thank you for putting my immediate reaction into words because I hadn't yet. I would compare the feeling of hearing what's going on in the series to seeing a train crash into another - you know it's going to happen and yet you can't help but be shocked as the trains violently crash into each other and become crushed and wrecked.
In the same way, given the foreshadowing planted in Legacy, I had a sneaking suspicion that Shannon was going to do something with her bizarre attempt to make Alvar pitiable and pathetic with the mysterious disease. In this book we got to see the decadently indolent, utterly flagrant, and completely shameless cashing-in on this with Alvar and Keefe being best friends in the Forbidden Cities as Keefe angsts about Sophie. Now note that Alvar was one of the people who kidnapped and tortured her in the first book (if we may harken back to a halcyon (and long-gone) age of good writing) and who betrayed them in Neverseen and committed various other crimes and reprehensible actions.
But to bring this up requires us to acknowledge the swarm of chickens flying home to roost in this whole plot point - that Keefe and Alvar are treated differently by Shannon and she has basically written them a blank moral and narrative check. Characters never acknowledge or denounce them for their immoral actions - just watch how Keefe was completely forgiven after betraying them in Neverseen and after cowardly running away in Unlocked (I mean - come on - at this point, put an ankle monitor on him) and faced no serious repercussions for this. Or how Alvar was given total absolution in Flashback and Fitz was treated as crazy or unreasonable for thinking a terrorist might - gasp - commit future terrorist actions and ought to be punished and/or locked away. And how Fitz is portrayed as particularly violent/dark for not. working overtime to save the life of his terrorist brother after stopping said brother from attacking people while a larger terrorist attack was taking place. Or that Fitz was treated as some psycho in Legacy for wanting to find Alvar and finally bring him to justice - and flipping out when Sophie and Keefe upstaged him, found Alvar, and threw away all of his work to find Alvar by letting Alvar go.
I mean. what do you expect at this point? The prospect that these characters are ever going to face consequences for their actions has been vehemently rejected again and again. At some point, true shock simply isn't possible. Just a morbid sense of disbelief and a feeling of bizarre unreality.
Will I read the rest of KOTLC in the future? Probably not. I have better things to read. I think I have grown beyond it. I do, however, enjoy hearing what has happened to it - in the capacity that I need resolution to this series and I must know how something I spent years of my life obsessing over ended (though with the current pace of this series I'm fearing it may never end). And the fandom is amazing and I am deeply loving the new memes out of these scenes:
*Alvar talking about how great it is that gay people exist and matchmaking doesn't in the forbidden cities*
Keefe: I know what you are
I suppose I didn't cover my reaction to the presence of more gay people. I liked that. It's nice to finally be represented in this series. I don't really talk about it anymore, but if you want a more thorough analysis of Keefe and of the series, I can't recommend @the-way-astray enough. They are very talented and I agree with nearly all of their conclusions.
As a final note, anon, you talk in a way that's really familiar and I can't help but ask - are you a past internet friend/mutual? I have some suspicions lol...
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Womanizer | Jungkook oneshot
Pairing: Womanizer Phycho Fboy Jungkook x Yn
Summary: He's known for being a womanizer who always go around with different girls and apparently you became one of those girls that he only see as one nightstand.
He's a very successful mostly handsome womanizer in his generation. He's known for his crazy charm that always make girl growing over him.
He's young, handsome, rich but arrogant. He couldn't stay with the same woman even for a whole week. He easily get bored. It will be lucky if a girl stayed with him for 3 days.
Well that's just how he is. He used womans to satisfy his needs at the same time making them his toys that if he gets bored then throw it away. He mostly only do one nightstand and he never believes that he would even fall or even capable of doing that cause for him it will be a miracle.
But can you change that? Can you change him? Well definitely not but you wanted to. Yes he already meet you. You're supposed to be his one nightstand just like the other but unfortunately after a week you guys meet again and as you expected the moment you woke up he's no longer next to you and already seen him with other girls.
You're dumb, literally dumb mostly because you made yourself a fool for him. Totally a fool that you always follow him around everywhere he goes. You became his creepy stalker but what can you do. You can't just tell your heart to not love him cause it's impossible. He's Jeon Jungkook everyone likes him including you.
Even tho you knew he doesn't like the way you're following him around you still wanted him to give you a chance to prove yourself even tho you're already making yourself look like a crazy fool lovesick girl.
He pin you on the wall, eyes burning in anger, those dark odds he owns wanted to eat you alive. It's scary, yes but for the sake of your heart and love for him you're ready to be eaten alive mostly if he's the one who's going to eat you.
"How many times do I have to tell you huh? Stay fcking away from me!! Do this one more time then I'll make sure you will roatin jail!!" As he was about to leave you grab his hand again and get down on your knees.
"Please just give me a week then if you really didn't want me then I'll step aside and let you have your peace, just please." You're on your knees crying, begging him to accept you. You're a highly paid model but you don't care about your reputation anymore as long as you will have him in the end of the day.
Jungkook really think you're crazy. You're literally embarrassing yourself Infront of everyone by trying to get his attention and now even kneeling Infront of him. He surly is enjoying his moment right now while you're begging him to accept you.
This is truly fun and he's liking it but as much as he wanted to embarrass you more he just can't let you ruined his night while he's literally having fun with a pretty chick he was with earlier before you came.
"You're shameless, look at you. You're looking like a pathetic fool, go on continue embarrassing yourself but don't include me" he pushed your hand making you sat on the ground crying mess.
With your crystals eye cause by your tears you watch his figure walking away from you. All you want is for him to give you a chance why I'd it so hard for him?.
Someone hug you from the back and made you stand up. You look at him and saw your manager standing there looking at you with worried expression.
"Yn~ please don't do this, stop yourself just embarrassing yourself, please let's go now." You tried to free yourself from him but failed. You're shouting Jungkook's name while your manager picked you up out of the club.
1 year later
"You're so good" The man couldn't help but to keep on praising her on how good she feels like. He feels like heaven even tho devils like him doesn't even belong there. He really really is enjoying every inch of her as he thrust hard. Tears escape from her eyes because of too much pleasure but she surly wants more. She wants more from him.
"Faster sir. Need more. Give me more" she moaned, she groan, she sob while feeling him deep in her. She feels so filled up and she is totally enjoying his touch that he's giving her. He pulled her hips to the sky and fcked her hard. Pounding on her like a beast he is.
"I am coming too fck! YN! Fck!" As he held you tight he released himself inside your warmth "Gosh baby stop I can't stop cumming ugh fck!" He keeps on groaning while feeling himself getting bigger and harder.
"That was so good" the man said before laying down on the floor together with the woman while breathing heavily.
"Yes it is good but seems like you're thinking about someone else while fcking me." The girl softly chuckles before getting up and started wearing her clothes.
"Wth! Impossible! I'm literally complimenting you alot Jade!!" The boy couldn't understand what's happening he also stood up as he picked up his boxer and pants on the couch. Jade came towards him and peak his cheek before shaking her head and chuckles.
"Think clearly. It wasn't my name that you're m'aning earlier Kook. Bye." After that she left him. Jungkook groan out of frustration after realizing what's happening.
"Sh't sh't sh't get her out of your head Jungkook she's gone!! Totally gone!!" He keep on hitting his head while pulling his hair hard.
"Ughhh!! Why are you doing this to me!!! I hate you!! Why are you so cruel!!." He fell on the ground crying. How can you be so cruel and left him being all miserable.
"Finally you're here!!, Sorry Kook I couldn't stay here for tonight I have important thing to fix. Naeun is in her room sleeping okay. I really really have to go now."
Jungkook sigh watching his sister leaving the house. He immediately fell on the couch closing his eyes tight. "I knew it's really a bad decision agreeing with you. Now look at me. You left me all alone."
Yes Jungkook accepted you. The week being together turned weeks and the weeks turned month. He never admitted that he likes you nor you trying to stop him from being a womanizer but you just need each other's company.
You will came home to each other after a long day till you actually get pregnant. It was one of the unexpectedly thing that happened but that just made Jungkook realize that he loves you. And even planned on marrying you after you give birth to your child but things don't go as planned.
Jungkook finds out you're cheating on him. Not totally cheating cause both of you are like in a open relationship. You can be with anyone that you wanted while same goes to him but when Jungkook finds out you're going out with someone else he was furious.
That turned into a huge argument that lead you both from falling apart with you actually decided to leave him but sadly you got into a car accident. It was tragic. You did not survive and now Jungkook is missing you so bad. He keeps on blaming himself. He shouldn't have bring that fight if only he knew he would lose you.
He sigh and walk to his daughters room. He's amaze by her beauty. He always see you in her and because of that he made a promise to himself that he would do anything and everything just to keep Naeun stay with him and never leave his side.
"I love you baby" he smiled and peak his daughter's forehead before walking out and went inside his room. He grab a book from the shelves as he press the button. The secret door open up while he went inside.
"Ugh I meet this girl, her name is Jade. She's pretty, hot, everything but I didn't realize that even tho how good she made me feels I still keep on looking for your touch and feels." He laughed while looking at your photo. Pocking his inner cheek before turning around and took the glass of alcohol from the night stand.
He stared at you who's shaking in fear. You look so beautiful that he just couldn't help but to fall in love again. He never said he's in love with you but he will make you feel that and he will make sure that you will stay with him for the rest of your life and to be able to do that he took something from you that will prevent you from leaving him.
"Baby. I gooddamn miss your legs. Those milky legs. Too bad I took them off but at least you can never run away again right. We will be happy family. You, me and naeun. A complete family just like what we both wanted."
He smile while caressing your cheek. You tried to shout for help but you just couldn't. He removed the cloth on your mouth and you started shouting. He got furious and slap you.
"Don't stop you're irritating me!!" He grab you hair and smashed his l'ps on yours.
Idk why I made this:( it's a trash but I just really wanted to upload something so forgive me 😭
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entrail of faith — könig x reader
i have not properly written a fic or a snippet in so long, and I am physically aching to do so :3 plus, been obsessed with this man for like 3 months straight and it is NOT letting up— so, let me be indulgent, and nasty, and vile, and awesome while I cook up literary genius. (pls do not read my stuff if ur a minor ily mwah)
i hope u like :3 (cuz if u do I'm writing more)
cw: mentions of sex, force, and kidnapping, reader is mostly oblivious, Konig is just nasty and I'm shameless about it
synopsis(sorta): König has been a little crazy stalker, and you finally get close enough for him to make a move
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Konig was a good man, a routine man. His mother and grandmother had beaten manners into him, and daddy had his face shoved into a bible every Sunday morning. Everything was intentional, down to the way he stored his razors, all the way deep down to the way he shamefully ruts into his calloused palm each night. It all mattered— obsessively mattered.
Konig was a good man, a strong man. He tried so hard to keep his thoughts pure, be gentle with himself and others— lumbering about as if he were an animal latched to a ball and chain, a monster in the eyes of rookies and civilians alike— but he tried.
He can kill a man in less than ten seconds without a weapon, five with. He can dismember a corpse, and make someone seem as if they had never existed to begin with— he isn't a man of softness, he isn't a man who deserves a gentle hand, only his own thick mits that've been stained with decades of blood.
He wasn't a man of softness—until he saw you. Effortless you. With your smile, the flowery trail of scent that tickled his nose in your wake, those fucking eyes— Konig tried to be a good man, but he wanted to so badly see them glossed over, heavy with arousal and desperation. How they'd roll when he—
Konig tried to be a good man.
— Sir? Are you ready to order?
Scheiße. Those eyes again, the way they fluttered— it was almost enough to distract him from the way that dingy little waitress get-up clung to your all-encompassing frame— and hearing the word sir so obediently drip from your swelled lips made his cock twitch in his pants. Thank God he'd opted for the cargos today, and thank him again because you were such a good girl, you'd never peek.
Not that you'd have a chance, he loomed over you even at seated height— forcing your eyes up to meet his, seeming just much too big for the booth he shoved himself in— but, he was still shameless in the way his eyes roamed over you. At least you had the assurance he'd tip well.
— Ah- Ja, sorry Kätzen..
He cleared his throat, nervously tugging at the lip of his black surgical mask, his eyes darting about behind thick sunglasses. You're so pretty— what was he doing again? Ah, right, food. He wasn't hungry, not for anything they had here, except for you— but that wouldn't be a suitable answer, no, not for a precious little thing like you.
He could practically taste the aura that rolled off of you, you were no whore.
— Coffee- black, please. If it's not too much trouble.
Of course it wasn't too much trouble, it was your job. He was cursing himself internally, saying such stupid things to such a lovely girl. It would be easier if you were stuffed with his girth already, crying and spluttering as you struggled to fit him properly— he wouldn't say stupid shit then, but then you giggle- oh, fuck, you giggle and all the sudden he needs a freezing cold shower.
— Of course not, sir, will that be all?
Sweet girl, you should know not to smile at a man like that. Not a man like him, especially when his mind is full of bending you over this table and ruining that pretty head of yours.
— Yes, thank you, schätzchen.
He hoped you didn't know German, he hoped you were oblivious enough to let the way he was ripping your clothes to shred with his eyes go unnoticed— and of course, because you're such a good girl, it did.
— My pleasure- I'll be back in just a moment.
You are so polite, so sweet and efficient. He'd been watching you for a time now, the way you'd bustle about the café, being so kind even when majority of the creatures in here didn't deserve your time of day, not like he did— no, not anything like he did.
If he had it his way, you'd never work again. He'd throw money at you like it was a religion, give you all the codes and numbers to every bank account in his name— let you go on a spending spree, spoil you with fine lace and even better food. KorTac paid him enough, and he didn't spend a dime unless he needed something— unless he was indulging in you.
If he had it his way, you'd be dumb and obedient, you'd placate yourself to being his sweet little toy— and, oh, how he'd reward you for it. He'd keep you full of his seed, and happy with whatever object caught your affections, he'd build a goddamn castle for you. He'd never deny you a thing, as long as you kept looking at him like the most important person to exist— even if you were just doing your job.
— Your coffee, sir— oh, and careful, I just had them brew it.
Oh, you're such a darling. Fresh coffee? Just for him? You might as well give him your ring size now, he hopes you want kids.
— Lovely, Schatz, thank you.
— Of course, enjoy.
He almost felt crestfallen as you placed the bill next to him, and sauntered away, but your swaying hips could heal even the most shattered bones. Angels above, you were such a perfect thing— so innocent and lovely, you'd need to be protected, you'd need to be saved.
The heat of the coffee was nothing compared to the widely gaped blood vessels under his skin— breath threatening to catch everything he got a glimpse of you traipsing about. He had to make sure you were well distracted every time he dove in for a sip, you couldn't see his face, not yet.
If he were a better man, a more confident man, he'd leave you his number. He'd clean himself up, start a good conversation with you— take you to a fine dinner, even though he so hated the idea of something so insanely public. If he were half the man he held himself as, he wouldn't be salivating over you in an empty corner of the café.
Konig tried to be a good man, but he was slimy. He was a pervert, a danger— he'd never harm anyone— save for the men whose blood stained his hands, but he'd found himself craving indulgence in dark fantasies more than once. He was nasty, he was a monster, but he wanted to be soft for you. Simply, he wanted you, but his therapist would strongly advise against it— counseling that maybe, just maybe it's not best for his obsessive psyche.
Whatever, you'd learn to love it.
He had his reluctant fill of ogling, the tightening of his pants becoming too much to ignore, and the clatter of dishes becoming grating on his sensitive ears— he had to leave at some point. His coffee cup had long run dry, and he hadn't had the courage to waive you over for another.
If he were a better man, he'd leave you his number, but a crisp hundred to cover the bill— and leave you a tip to keep you fed— would definitely suffice. He tucked it under his coffee mug shamefully, wishing he just had the sack to speak to you— but that irritating fear of rejection always held him just at arms length.
How badly he wished he could just take you.
Everything else that wasn't you was boring, the streets were dull and gray, and rain drizzled like piss— just another way for God to mock him, punishment for his lustful behavior. Father would have a field day with him, if only he knew.
He stuffed his hands in the pocket of his soft-shell coat, rain pattering against it in an almost melodic sound. Nothing like your voice, though, oh nothing like that sound.
— Sir!
See, nothing like it, and he can't stop imagining it.
— Sir, you forgot your phone!
Oh, oh, he's not imagining that.
He whips around almost too fast, seeing you skirt on your heels as you stop your quick advance in front of him— his phone outstretched in a waiting hand. You really were such a lovely thing.
— Oh! Gott.. thank you, liebling— would have lost my head.
He wished he sounded.. cooler, smoother. But, he sounded like an inexperienced teen, stuck in a giants body. Always cringing at the sound of his own voice, but you smile and his world just fucking shifts— he couldn't give a shit how he sounded.
— it's- it's no worry, sir, I understand that.
Oh, your laugh, it's so sweet. He wants to touch you, grab you and squeeze you.
— I wanted to thank you actually- for the tip, I mean.. that was very generous of you—..?
You pause, trailing off as you look up at him. You want something, oh what is it maus? Anything. Say it, tell him— Oh, you want his name. His name. He has to fight the grin on his face.
— König— and do not worry yourself, Maus, it is no trouble. You work hard.
Now he's nonchalant, now he's found his groove. Keep being so humble, keep pretending like you don't want him to shower you in his endless wealth; keep looking up at him with those eyes that would be so much prettier coated in tears as you gagged on his thickness.
— Well, regardless, thank you, König.
Fuck, the way those pretty lips move with the pronunciation of his name— and you didn't miss a single vowel, what a good girl, what a smart girl. Oh, how he wanted to praise you like the good puppy you are, a collar with his name attached would be so pretty on you.
— Truly, Schatz, don't mention it— but, uhm-
Ah, he trailed, his fingers fidgeting with the lint of his pocket. Did he say it? Did he go for it? Either she'd be creeped, and run, or she'd be flattered— maybe even accepting. He had to keep it black and white, or he'd explode.
— Do you mind if I give you my number, liebling? I'd uh- I'd very much like to see you.. more.
Oh, he sounded like a fucking fool, and you looked so cute and patient; he was so used to drunken one-night stands, or shooting blanks into his hand when one just wasn't enough— this was so much harder when you looked like a literal angel to him, and not some cheap bimbo.
So patient, he wondered if you'd be like that while he railed you— even when you couldn't take it anymore. You were blushing, and he wanted to add tears to it, you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers, and he imagined them around his cock.
— Not at all, sir..
Today's a beautiful day. A lovely day even, the clouds had split just for him to bask in the loveliness of heaven's light— you sweet angel, you had no idea what you'd signed yourself up for.
— Perfekt. Hand me your phone, little one.
And you did, almost eagerly, such a good girl already. Following his orders so nicely, of course you did, even unlocking it before you passed it over.
His fingers never felt so nimble over a touchscreen, typing in his contact as if it were as easy as breathing— you seemed so shy, so nervous, it only made him confident. You made him confident, and he couldn't get enough.
— There you are, send me a text later, hm?
He hands the phone back grinning, he'd reward her for being so compliant— maybe work her open on his fingers just for now, a window of opportunity was wide open for him, and you were blushing all innocent and star-struck in front of him. He could not wait to ruin you.
— Yes, sir- König.. I'll do that. See you later!
— See you, maus.
Oh, you're so cute. You're so shy and it letting him read you like a filthy book. He knew you hadn't been taken care of, he knew you desperately needed satisfaction— and he'd give it to you tenfold, a sweet little thing like you deserved it. Especially since you did such a good job of hiding it behind that precious little smile.
Those eyes, they told him everything.
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pt.2 :3
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EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY [CH 5] - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER
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Summary: Y/N proposes to Wanda and she says… no. That’s when things get complicated, too much.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader | Natasha Romanoff x oc ㅤㅤㅤ
CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX - finale
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Warning: Somewhat graphic MCU violence, death, ANGST and FLUFF. Mentions about abuse. As you know me: Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. This mcu style is my own, Natasha Romanoff will not die here. She deserves to be happy.
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Songs for you: Ivy Willow
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“Thank you, auntie Y/N.” Morgan Stark said with the most adorable smile as she walked hand in hand with y/n.
Y/N took care of the kid that day and together they toured the Compound while Tony finished signing some papers and chatted with Steve, trying to keep things at peace.
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After eating together one of the most delicious cheeseburgers and fries -Morgan's favorites-, she walked with her to the entrance where Tony and Steve were waiting for them.
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“Aw. You're welcome, sweetie.” The inhuman smiled and leaned in to receive little Morgan's hug. “Thank you for keeping me company today. I couldn't have done it without you.”
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“I love you, auntie Y/N. See you later!” Morgan smiled and ran over to her dad, who helped the kid get into the car and fasten the seatbelt. Steve stepped forward to go inside the compound, it was going to rain soon.
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Y/N smiled at Tony. “That girl is getting bigger and smarter, Tony. She's soon going to take our jobs.”
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“What can I say? I was part of the creation of this masterpiece.” Stark joked and both laughed.
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Here they were, years later, Tony became one of the few people left in her life. All the grudges of the past had been left behind.
Y/N kept hands in the pockets of her coat, watching the trees moving slowly. This time it wasn't Y/N who summoned the storm.
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“You okay?” Tony took off his glasses, he seemed quite worried.
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“Well, that is now YOUR problem, but… You should eat better, kid, I see you a little pale.” Tony patted her shoulder and smiled, but still looked a bit worried. “I'll tell Pepper and she's going to scold you. She will send you a cook to follow you everywhere, reminding you to eat.”
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“I'll work it out with Steve, Yelena or Bruce. You rest.”
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All these years Y/N had been practicing her powers with Jules, Bruce also helped her to understand herself a bit more. Over time she learned to control it almost perfectly.
Y/N possessed the ability of atmokinesis, one of the most powerful abilities in existence, where one can control and manipulate the various forms and aspects of the weather itself.
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Thor used to say that he was happy with the news, now he could share something so beautiful with a warrior like her. Summoning the most powerful lightning they have ever seen.
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Jules possessed the ability of nature manipulation, another of the most important powers. Although she mostly had developed much more control over plants and some living beings. According to her, they used to whisper to her. Y/N smiled when she remembered that moment, in that same place a few years ago. She used to tease Jules saying she was crazy, because the brunette once said that a sparrow insulted her.
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“Y/N… I swear, that bird called me a ‘shameless slut’ and he then flew away!”
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“Yeah, sure, I will definitely never believe that.”
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Together, they were invincible. They could make total chaos as well as something very beautiful for this planet. Y/N's idea was to protect this world that was left, while Jules... well, remained a prisoner of her suffering.
Y/N went back into the Compound, stopping to look at that mural in front of her, mural recognizing those who had fallen.
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NATASHA ROMANOFF WANDA MAXIMOFF JAMES BUCHANAN ‘BUCKY’ BARNES CLINT BARTONSAMUEL WILSON
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Y/N stood still looking at the names, thinking about everything that happened all this time. She covered her face with her hands, the stress that Y/N felt lately was overwhelming.
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“So, Stark stopped by to say hi?” Yelena walked over, this time she wasn't wearing her Black Widow outfit. She always knew how to dress in style, maybe she was coming back from visiting Kate who lived in New York now.
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“He came to tell us that Avengers Tower was going to be sold.” Y/N smiled sadly. “And that if we needed something, we could always count on him. He’s going to retire to take care of Morgan and Pepper.”
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The blonde nodded. Those names made Y/N shed a tear that quickly dried up.
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“I miss her so much, you know?” Y/N swallowed hard and closed her eyes, trying to stay strong but it was so hard lately. Especially when the memories grew heavier in her heart. “She’s the love of my life, how come I'm still doing all this? Why am I still alive?”
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Y/N couldn't help but wept, feeling Yelena's arms surround her.
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“There are days where I don't know how to go on without Wanda.” The agent sobbed in anguish, she always tried to be positive and strong but she no longer knew how to keep going. Especially with some of the remaining Avengers spread across the world. “I- I just… I make myself some tea and I just start crying, and I cry until the tea gets cold, a-and then I have to make another one.”
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Yelena pursed her lips trying not to cry, but tears welled up in those green eyes. Both tried to be strong for each other.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ "Sometimes… I repeat to myself over and over again: what was the scent... what did her hair smell like? Because I remember it was raspberries but what if I forget? What if... I can't remember anymore?" Y/N smiled sadly. “I feel like I'm missing three pieces of my heart, and the only one that holds everything is you.”
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“I know, Y/N/N. I miss Natasha too.” The russian cooed, hugging her tightly. “It hurts me so much… Sometimes I talk to her, whistle to her... but she doesn't answer. I’ve loved her so much.”
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Now she was the one who broke down crying.
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“I’m sorry.” Y/N looked down to see how Yelena hid her face in that hug, and just kissed her forehead, both consoling each other in a big hug at that moment.
Yelena wasn’t the kind of person who shows her feelings easily. No. Fuck, she used to just growl and roll her eyes at her but all this time... all this pain, she could only show it with Y/N.
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“Do you think they're okay? Wherever they are.” Yelena sniffled.
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“I dunno, blondie.” Y/N sighed. “But I hope so.”
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That beautiful moment lasted for a while until Steve quickly led, with a rather worried and confused face.
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“Y/N, Yelena… You two need to see who's at the compound gate now.”
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And when they heard the whole story that Scott Lang had to tell them, they were even more confused and perhaps… deep down, hopeful.
The noise of breaking glass and shots was all that could be heard, besides desperate screams of the members of that gang.
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“It’s her! She’s after Javier!” One of the gang members yelled in Spanish and fired his machine gun into a dark corner of the street. A few seconds later, that same man was thrown into the air and hit the wall with such force that he died on impact.
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The female figure of a black-haired woman stepped out of the darkness, a proud smile and brown eyes filled with a desire for revenge.
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“Todos van a morir, pero ahora solo quiero a Javier. Entréguenmelo y podrán irse. [You all going to die, but right now I only want Javier. Give it to me, and you can go.]” The brunette ordered willing to let go, for now. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
None seemed to obey, in fact some of them laughed and looked at each other.
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“Good, your choice.”
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That woman raised her hands and killed several of those criminals, using vines to catch them, she took one and attracted one using him as a shield.
Jules smiled coquettishly then blew some spores into the man's face, like a poisonous kiss. The man's horrified look changed to a more relaxed one, the irises of his eyes turning green. “You want to protect me, and now… You’re going to kill all of your friends, then yourself.”
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Exactly as she said, the man fired at his own people and then shot himself. Jules sighed and walked to the second floor of that building, where another group of thugs fired at her. One by one, she took it upon herself to clear the path.
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“What do you want?! I didn’t do anything to you!” The leader of the gang asked, walking backwards. There was nothing left but to give up.
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“You’ve survived.” Jules said as she slowly walked towards him. “Half of the planet didn’t.”
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Even though it was her, that was no longer the same Julia from before. Those five years changed a lot in her mind and her heart.
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“They got Thanos… you get me.” Jules cocked her head, biting her lower lip playfully.
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Javier knelt down ready to beg for his life, even if his pride said otherwise. “I'll give you what you want, but please, don't kill me.”
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“What I want? You can't give it to me.” Jules whispered venomously. Step by step, it was a death sentence. The vines and the ivy were moved like snakes, searching for their prey.
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“Por favor, güerita no me mates… Please, please don't kill me.”
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She just raised her hand and one of the vines wrapped around Javier's neck, lifting him into the air. He began to move her legs, desperate.
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“Julia, stop.”
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Her best friend's voice made Jules turn to look at the door, perhaps with all the noise of shots and screams she hadn't heard the sound of the storm approaching.
Y/N slowly entered that warehouse.
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“Oh, hey sis. Long time no see.” Jules smiled casually, but didn't let the guy get away. “Did you finally come to join the party?”
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“I came to save you.” Y/N swallowed, noticing how the vines moved around her as if they had a life of their own, even if Jules controlled them. “Let him go.”
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“No.” her response was blunt, it even made the vine tighten his neck more. “You... tell her... tell her what you've done.”
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“Please, don’t do this. You’re… not a killer.” Javier could barely say.
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“Oh, look around you, I already am.”
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“Jules, stop.” Y/N begged.
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“Tell my friend what you did and I'll let you live.” Jules jaw clenched, making the vines tighten around the man's neck. He found it difficult to speak, he barely gasped like a fish out of water.
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“What are you saying? I can’t hear you-” She said with an adorable smile but ended up shouting: “SPEAK LOUDER!”
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“Julia, THAT'S ENOUGH!” Y/N took a step forward but Jules raised her hand, stopping her with the vines. Jules looked at her seriously, forcing Y/N to stay still and then turned to see the man again.
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“You took that little one, didn't you? A little girl in Morelos. You did these despicable things to her.” She hissed angrily, her gaze locked with the man's, who was struggling to breathe. “A child, and not just one...”
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The man just closed his eyes and after a moment, nodded desperately hoping that she would let him go.
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“See, Y/N? This happens when you’re soft like we used to be. When justice forgets what it really means.” Jules felt a huge pain inside her, her hands trembled but she was determined to go for it. “No matter how much you fight to be better and let go your past, to redeem yourself…” She thought of Natasha. “…You will die snapped and a rapist son of a bitch will be left alive on this planet.”
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Y/N nodded, trying to reason with her. “You're right, he deserves to face justice.”
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“Justice?!” Jules laughed wryly. “There’s no justice! Especially when the jury released him because he didn't penetrate one of his victims with his penis… Oh no! He did it with his fingers and tongue, and that to them meant: letting him go!” The brunette screamed, the vines squeezed him enough for him to start turning purple.
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“Justice. That's what that girl didn't have.” Jules took a shaky breath, those brown eyes no longer showed that warmth, patience and tenderness as before. “But I'll give it to her. To all of them.”
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Without waiting any longer, Jules moved her hand and the vines broke the nasty guy's neck, letting the lifeless body fall to the ground.
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“One less, many to go.” Jules sighed looking at that man's body and then turned around willing to leave that place ignoring her friend. “You shouldn't be here.”
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“Neither should you.” Y/N followed her.
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“I've got a job to do, you're making it more difficult.” Jules heard the police sirens in the distance, so she decided to go back and take the back exit of that warehouse.
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“Is that what you're calling this?” Y/N walked after her, leaving through the back door of the warehouse. Jules took it upon herself to remove some of the surveillance cameras with ivy before they could capture her. “Killing all these people isn't gonna bring Natasha back.”
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Y/N tried to take her arm.
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“They are not people! They are infections corroding this Earth.” Jules turned, breaking free of her grasp. “The little that remains of this world at least.”
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“You are not the one to decide that.”
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“Neither are you.” Jules snapped.
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“Natasha wouldn't want this.” Sadness was reflected in Y/N's eyes, who saw her friend as a poor shadow of what she used to be.
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“She's not here to decide, is she?”
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“But she could… if you come with me.” Y/N she released the best bait that she could to catch the biggest fish in the river. Hoping that was enough to get the brunette's attention.
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And she did it. Jules turned to look at her, this time in a very different way. This time, a small light of hope was born in those brown eyes or maybe it was the anger she felt if Y/N played with it.
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“Don’t do that. Don't play with it.”
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“We found something.” Y/N sighed as she moved closer to her. “A chance, maybe.”
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“That’s impossible.” Jules narrowed her eyes, not understanding. “You just want to trick me to go back.”
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“No! I swear… There’s a possibility. Just one. But you have to make a decision now, because the police are coming and the quinjet is three fucking blocks away.”
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Now the concern was reflected in Jules face, there was no way to achieve what she said. “You can't bring anyone back to life, not even I can go that far. Nature wouldn’t allow it.”
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“It is not about playing with nature.” Y/N walked in a hurry escaping from the sirens. “It's about going back… Do you love her enough to give it a try?”
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The raven-haired woman looked thoughtful. “Are you sure of that?”
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“Pretty sure it could work.” Y/N looked at who was her friend for so long, for a moment she believed that the sparkle in those eyes had returned. “But we need you.”
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“Don’t.” Jules said barely, like a sigh.
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“Don't what?” She stopped, making Y/N turn to look at her. The neon signs reflected their faces, like the most beautiful work of art.
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“Please, don’t give me hope.” Jules pleaded.
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And for the first time, Y/N's serious look turned into a softer one. “I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner.”
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They spent days trying to plan everything they had to do perfectly. Each of the stones they had to 'borrow' and then return. A time heist. Each of them had a plan, but that wasn't what mattered right now.
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“Tomorrow, we will be saving the ones we love the most.” Y/N took the beer and toasted against the brunette's, who was only watching through the big window.
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“Tomorrow.” Jules sighed, her heart skipped a beat at the thought. “Do you think they will understand?”
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“I think so… Yeah, I'm not going to be the one to tell Wanda that her favorite band split up two years ago.” Y/N said making her friend laugh again, missed that nice sound so much. “But fuck, I'm going to tell her that Britney won the damn lawsuit.”
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Y/N laughed and then brushed a few crumbs off her shirt, making the ring she was wearing as a pendant to bounce.
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“Still carrying that thing?” Jules smiled tenderly looking at the ring.
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Y/N looked at it got lost in memories. The ring with which she proposed to Wanda so long ago. “And I will forever.”
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She smiled at her friend, who understood perfectly. The raven-haired woman nodded slowly.
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“If I had married someone... it would definitely have been Nat. She would say ‘No, thank you!’, of course, but at least I would have tried.” Jules said with a broody smile. Natasha Romanoff left a hole in her heart, taken it away forever.
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“Wanda wanted us to get married when we got back from Wakanda.”
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“Maybe you guys can get it right this time. You know that Wanda loved you deeply, right?”
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“I know… I loved her so much, so much that part of me is no longer mine but hers.” She sighed. “And I'm going to keep this.” Y/N looked at that ring with sadness but also hope. “Until I see her again, this is it, Jules. This is how we get them.”
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“I hope so. I don't know what I'll do otherwise.” Jules looked down, feeling the full weight of her actions.
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At that moment Yelena walked through the living room door, heading straight for Jules. Of course Yelena hadn't been there those days, she was trying to help Steve to convince Tony to help them.
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“Yelena, wait-” Y/N got up seeing the anger on the blonde's face and remembering that she hadn't had the courage to tell her that Jules was back.
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“No, let her do it.” Jules got up from her seat, clearing her throat uncomfortably. “I know you might hate me but-”
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Without further ado, Yelena hit the brunette's face making her face to turn around, Jules noticed blood dripping from her lip. And if that hadn't surprised her too much, after the punch the blonde came to hug her tightly.
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“I’m glad you’re here.” Yelena murmured staying in that embrace for a while. “We're family. I don't want to lose any more sisters... I missed the three of us.”
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And how not to do it? Ever since Y/N and Jules had their separate ways, Yelena always felt in between. With no big sister, feeling like a child with her parents divorced, she didn't know which of them to turn to.
Jules looked up at Y//N and just stroked Yelena's blonde hair slowly. They both looked at each other and nodded. They were all Yelena had left, and none of them had given her a thought.
“Tell me again, why did you bring her?” Tony asked again, narrowing his eyes at the brunette. “She could kill us in a flash.”
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Jules chuckled. “Yeah, I'm not that fast, Stark.”
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“Isn't that what we need? We need people willing to give everything.” Y/N she sighed, running a hand over her face. It was the third time she'd answered that all damn day.
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“Steve…”
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Steve, who was there with his arms crossed, just stared at them seriously.
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“We all deserve a second chance. We can all regret what we have done, and then do better.” Steve nodded solemnly. If Jules was going to bring something good to that mission and she was going to keep someone from dying, then she was welcome.
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Jules arched an amused brow. “Yeah, I'm not sorry for what I did... I’m just here to help, that’s it.”
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“Shut up, Julia. You're not helping.” Y/N growled.
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Between twists and turns, everyone managed to resolve their differences before keep going with the plan. Each of them had to follow the 'time heist' plan and bring the gems.
And they all made it, making it back alive for the big test. Of course, Y/N kept saying how great it was to see the first S.H.I.E.L.D. base in 1970. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Now, Bruce was ready to snap and change everything. Around him were all of the avengers, who watched him as if in his hands kept the most precious treasure in the Universe. And it was. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Are you sure, Bruce?” Steve asked one more time. “I can do it too.”
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“No, I was made for this.” Bruce sighed deeply and after taking courage, he settled the gauntlet on his arm.
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Slowly, the power of the gauntlet was consuming him, making him scream in pain. They all walked away in surprise, but they couldn't interfere even if they wanted to.
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“Bruce, remember, everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago...” Y/N explained carefully, watching the gauntlet light up when the big guy put it on. “You're just bringing them back to now, today. Don't change anything from the last five years.”
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“Got it.” Bruce growled.
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One.
Two.
Three.
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Snap.
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Bruce knelt in pain and the way the power of the gauntlet burned his arm made everyone shocked.
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“Did it work, Bruce Banner?” Yelena asked curiously.
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Everyone looked at each other for a moment, their phones started ringing instantly and that brought a smile to everyone. Y/N took her phone and watched that something that she hadn’t seen for a long time, now was shown on the screen.
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'INCOMING CALL WANDA MAXIMOFF ...'
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Y/N smiled widely and answered the call.
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“Wands?” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ But the call ended.
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And they wish they had time to celebrate or answer; one of Thanos' ships stood behind the Compound. And the first thing he did was bombard the quinjets, taking away their chance to use them.
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Everyone managed to stay safe, while the team tried to fight Thanos hand to hand, others tried to take the gauntlet and escape with it so that the titan wouldn’t have it again.
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The powerful triad of the Avengers faced him, Thor, Tony and Steve. But he also faced Y/N, Jules, and the Hulk in an epic battle. They didn’t expect that attack, much less in such a treacherous way.
And although they thought that everything would end in the worst way, not just one but several portals opened on that battlefield.
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Y/N sighed and tried not to cry when she saw how Wanda ran towards her and melted into the strongest and most needed hug of their lives. Closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by her scent, giggling happily at the scent of Wanda’s hair.
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Oh, raspberries.
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A small tear escaped from her eyes.
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“Strange told us.” Wanda cupped Y/N's face in her hands. She looked so… same and different. Y/N's face looked different, not much but small details that she noticed. “Five years, right?”
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“Yeah.” Y/N closed her eyes, getting lost in the feeling for a moment.
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“Five years, wow…h-how are you? Are you okay?” Wanda asked really worried.
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“Can we talk about that later?” Natasha arched an eyebrow, nodding as Thanos's army regrouped on the horizon.
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Y/N breathed deeply watching that terrifying landscape, but despite the fear, Wanda's hand taking hers made her smile. Of course they could against this. They had survived the worst, they could against everything.
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And both armies finally met. Y/N rose into the air and used her powers, making a hurricane to get rid of some enemies. This time there was no doubt using those powers, it was a perfect execution.
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“You are…” Wanda exclaimed in surprise. They both made an incredible team up now.
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“Total control, huh!” Y/N smirked and then rose up. “You should see this!”
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Her eyes turned white for a moment, and the sky roared like never before. Several lightning bolts fell towards her and towards her enemies. Without stopping, they both fought to protect Peter Parker who stole the gauntlet, getting it as far away from Thanos as possible. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I already saw the boy, he's coming your way, Strange!” Natasha said through her earpiece and fired at one of the aliens, killing him. But someone worse stood a few meters in front of her, showing that big spear.
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“Not this bitch again.” Natasha complained, seeing how Proxima smiled creepily.
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The black widow prepared herself for the attack, she was ready to face her when some huge vines opened up the earth and took Proxima, getting rid of her.
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“Hey.” Jules smiled at her and stoodnext to her, surprising the redhead. Then raised her hand, making some thorny vines to grab many aliens and completely destroy them.
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“You-” Nat opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, just smiled back.
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“Pretty badass, don't you think?” Jules nodded watching as the earth swallowed them. “They will be a good fertilizer for the soil.”
ㅤㅤㅤ “That wasn't fair, I was about to finish her off.” Natasha teased, smirking.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Sucks to be you... But by the way: You’re my whole world, Romanoff. I want you to know that.” Without further ado, the brunette approached to kiss Natasha's lips, just a peck. “’kay, gotta go. Don’t die this time!”
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The redhead just smiled and shook her head, running in the opposite direction.
And despite the losses that are always to be expected in a war, they did it well. Except for Carol, who was still recovering after she'd snapped. She was powerful, sure, but that was a very potent amount of energy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ The corridors of the Avengers Compound were full of people coming and going. The medical room was being occupied by everyone who was badly injured, Dr. Cho was crowded but thanked the civilian medical staff who offered to help them.
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Y/N kept her arms crossed, watching and making sure everyone was okay. Her tired eyes showed how she felt, beside being in pain. Several cuts and bruises in her face and body showed it.
She turned on her heels to leave for a moment, nodding to Steve who was chatting with Tony, Maria Hill and Nick Fury about everything that had happened.
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Now everyone was back and despite the fact that it was a great joy, the world was once again in chaos.
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“Agent Y/L/N.” Nick turned around so she could shake hands with her. “Here they have told me the great job you have done trying to keep us standing.”
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“Thank you, sir. I only did what I have been taught in S.H.I.E.L.D.” Y/N smiled and nodded kindly.
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“I taught you well then.” Maria Hill said under her breath and they both laughed. Y/N patted the Maria's shoulder and kept walking, looking for that special someone.
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She searched the living area, the lounge, and the medical wing but couldn't find Wanda anywhere.
Not until she saw how a brown haired lady escaping from her, walking quickly towards the main entrance hall.
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“Wanda.” Y/N called out to her loud enough to make her stop.
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Wanda turned around slowly, she looked like she had been crying, because her eyes were a bit puffy and red. She looked quite nervous, looking towards the door as if she wanted to get out.
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“Why are you avoiding me?” That sounded sadder than she expected. You could tell the pain in Y/N's voice, and the obvious confusion.
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“No, why do you say that?”
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“I’m not stupid.” Y/N chuckled sadly. “I haven't seen you since we were separated in the Med wing. I've been looking for you for a long time.”
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“Yeah… I needed some air.”
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Y/N approached her, both watched the outskirts of the compound with longing. “Are you okay?”
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“Five years, right?” Wanda swallowed, unable to look at her. Couldn't or she would break. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N sighed. “Yeah.”
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“I think… I think I'm not ready for this.” The brunette looked down, playing with her rings.
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Y/N cocked her head to see her. “Ready for what?”
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“To do this, Y/N.”
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“Wow, no ‘detka’ this time.” Y/N gave a sad and ironic giggle. She didn't understand what the hell was happening now. “I don't understand.”
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“Y/N, it's been five years.”
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“Yeah, five fucking years go by and the first thing you do is walk away and ignore me.” Y/N she said a bit annoyed and hurt. “Would you please tell me why?”
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“Because I'm not ready to know how you moved on!” Wanda finally snapped. “I'm not ready to…” Wanda cleared her throat, trying to be strong and not cry but it was so hard. “I'm not ready to see how you've moved on from me or met someone else.”
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Y/N frowned and thought about stopping her, but she had every right to express her feelings. She wanted to know how Wanda felt.
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“While for you it was five years, for me it was just... minutes.” The sokovian began pacing back and forth, finally letting go of everything she kept inside. “And I come back and I see you... so different and at the same time the same. Don't get me wrong, you look as beautiful as ever but I feel like... I've missed so much.”
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"You have… you have a scar there, on your eyebrow, and I- I don't know how you got it! And and I feel so… I left you." Wanda began to cry, and although Y/N wanted to hug her, she only reached out her hand to take Wanda's and gently pull her.
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“How do you think it feels to know that? I've abandoned you for years. God!” Wanda approached to surround her in a hug, hiding her face in Y/N's chest. “The things you've experienced and I wasn't there. You were alone.”
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“I wasn’t alone.” It was the first thing Y/N said as she stroked her back.
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“That's why... Maybe you've met someone.” Wanda looked up and tried to get away from her. “I'm not ready to know that you don't love me anymore.”
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“I wasn't alone, I had my friends.” Y / N smiled tenderly and gently caressed Wanda's cheek. “Wanda... I haven't stopped thinking about you, I never stopped doing it.”
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She took her beloved's chin to look into those green eyes. A heart that found its other side again, finally, their souls were entwined once more.
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“I love you. I have loved you these five years... where I didn’t stop thinking about you, loving you, needing you.” Y/N she whimpered and wiped away the tears that began to fall. “I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat. You don't know how horrible it was to live without you, you don't know how difficult it is. Cause it wasn't 'living'. You have no idea how gray the world is without you.”
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Tears began to escape from Wanda's eyes and she didn't stop them. They both needed this, they needed to heal.
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“Please, don't walk away.” Y/N begged, feeling Wanda cradle her face in her hands. “I only know that I survived because I had to, because I couldn't leave them alone... because I don't want to be without you anymore. I just can’t. I can’t do it.”
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The sokovian hugged her tightly, allowing them both to release into a healing cry. Feeling the warmth of the other's body, all the pain could finally be left behind.
All those sad dates, all those lonely birthdays, all those cold nights.
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“I love you, Wanda.”
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“I love you so much, detka. I'm so sorry...” She put her forehead against Y/N's, getting lost in that beautiful feeling. “We won't be apart again. Promise we won't.”
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“Nothing will separate us again, my love.”
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Jules lowered her gaze and hurried her step in that hallway, trying to get out of that place as soon as possible. Her heart was heavy but she had to do the right thing.
At least this time.
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She was about to walk out of the Compound when a figure crossed in front of her, so fast. There was no doubt that this woman was one of the best spies in the world.
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“Aw! Not even a hug? I see you're not a fan of goodbyes.” Natasha watched her out of the corner of her eye, crossing her arms.
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Jules swallowed, this was what she least wanted.
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“Everyone is there with their loved ones but you… you’re running away without even saying goodbye to me.” Natasha stood idly by, quite hurt. Although the first thing she did was make sure Yelena was safe, Natasha had not forgotten Jules. “Running away like a quiet and scared mouse.”
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“I’m not a scared mouse.” Jules narrowed her eyes. Those words made Natasha raise an eyebrow, Jules would never have spoken like that.
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“I don't even deserve that? I understand that five years have passed for you, you must… you must have formed another more important bond or whatever…. Or maybe you just stopped loving me, but I am not even worthy of a goodbye?” The redhead scoffed.
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“Nat-” Jules tried.
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“I would like an explanation, because the last thing I remember is that we were... in love.” She wasn't going to deny that it hurt her deeply. “I understand. I wasn't very direct with that, I admit it... besides that a lot of time has passed and we didn't get to make it official, but that didn't mean I didn’t loved you! I did! I DO!”
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“Nat…” Jules came over, trying to calm me down. She just cradled Nat's face in those soft hands. “It's not that.”
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Jules sighed deeply, she didn't have time to explain.
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“I love you, more than my own life.” The raven-haired girl placed her forehead against hers. “I would give everything for you, I gave everything for you to be here.”
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“Then tell me what's going on...” Natasha pleaded in a whisper, those beautiful eyes sparkling. This was one of the few times that she could see Nat being herself, opening her heart.
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Jules leaned in and kissed her lips, losing herself in them. Didn’t care more than to relive that feeling, that warmth. Nat was alive, she was next to her. As soon as they parted from the kiss, the inhuman hugged Natasha tightly.
Her biggest fear was losing her again.
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“I just didn't want you to see it…” Jules swallowed. “I didn't want them to do it in front of you.”
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Natasha looked at her with confusion and concern. “Do what? Who?”
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“I did some really fucked up things this time where you weren't, Nat... I- I don't expect you to understand me, I just... maybe one day I can explain. They will tell you many things about me, most of them are true... others not so much. And I’m sorry.”
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At that time, General Ross entered with a group of US marshalls and surrounded them. Of course they left Natasha aside, they only came to handcuff Jules who didn't object. Her gaze stayed on Nat's. Sure they had technology strong enough to weaken her, but Jules wasn't going to run away. Not this time.
In fact, it was obvious that she knew perfectly well that this would happen, because Jules never resisted or tried to escape.
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“Ross, what are you doing?” Natasha asked but one of the Marshalls pushed her back.
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“My job, Ms. Romanoff. Just my job.” Ross nodded and they walked carrying Jules, although the arrival of the others Avengers made them stop.
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“What’s going on here?” Steve frowned. “Ross, we can't go through this now.”
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At that moment Y/N arrived, pushing whoever had to to face Ross.
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“You can't do that, she's an avenger.” Y/N tried to intercede adn take her friend, but was stopped by the Marshalls. “Take your hands off me.”
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“Julia Hale, you're under arrest for mass murder in several countries including the United States of America, eco-terrorism, mass property damage, conspiracy, torture, assault, kidnapping… You have the right… to not much at all after that, to be fair.” He sneered. “Do you have anything to say in your defense?”
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Jules glanced sideways at Ross, who seemed quite pleased. “They were bad people.”
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“Ross… She saved half of the universe with us.” Tony stepped forward, ready to intercede too. “There's still fresh blood on her face, look at her! She just saved the world with all of us! Let her go… for now.”
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“I know, Stark, but it's not up to me. It will depend on U.S. Goverment.” General Ross started walking towards the entrance, where the SUV's were ready to go.
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“It’s okay, I knew this would happen. We made a deal.” Jules looked back, seeing Y/N but was pushed forward.
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Y/N frowned. “A deal?”
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“They let me help you if I agreed to go with them, for good.”
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“Where are you going to take her?” Wanda asked, feeling the same indignation as her beloved. She hated seeing her like that.
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“The Raft, until it's time for her to have a fair trial at the Capitol.” Ross nodded and the Marshalls loaded Jules into the SUV. “It's not up to me to give her a pardon, it's up to them.”
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“Don't worry, I have a cousin who is a very good lawyer!” The huge Bruce smiled and held up his phone, which made her smile.
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Everyone was quite upset and outraged, Tony was talking to Pepper to find a good 'lawyer' to help them with this, besides calling the necessary contacts he had at the Capitol. Wanda took Y/N's hand, who stood watching her friend being taken away and couldn't do anything.
Even if she wanted to, she couldn't make it worse.
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But the one who seemed most devastated was Natasha, who watched everything without knowing what to say. She had no idea what was happening, the redhead just went to the car’s door to see her one last time.
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“I’m sorry.” Jules moved her lips, watching Natasha, before the truck moved away from the place. Leaving the redhead more confused than ever.
“So…” Wanda murmured entering the room, looking around. Everything felt so new. Y/N invited Wanda to sleep with her in her room. “It was hell.”
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“Yeah.” Y/N sighed as she slowly removed her suit, the wounds making her hiss. “The first year we were together, Yelena kept us here. We couldn't leave her alone, we had all lost something.”
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The sokovian sat on the bed, watching as Y/N changed. Her gaze fell on the new scars on Y/N’s body, thinking about everything Y/N went through, without her. She couldn't protect her. Maybe if she was there, those wounds wouldn't have happened.
After taking a nice shower, they both lay down on the bed so they could snuggle together.
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“I started going to some meetings, you know which ones. About loss.” Y/N took some of her big shirts and handed one to her girlfriend, putting one on as well. “It didn't help me much but it kept me standing, enough to keep me going for a while longer.”
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Wanda hugged the side of her body, caressing her belly.
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“But not Jules. She said that wasn't helping her, then she started to feel… angry.” Y/N was somewhat thoughtful. “As she learned more about her powers, Jules began to feel everything even more. She has a great connection with nature and that… that made her take a different path.”
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Y/N frowned and swallowed. “I tried to make her stay with us but we couldn't. She didn't want to be here, brought back too many memories... About Nat and that, and we couldn't force her.”
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“We lost contact for a few months until... we started receiving some weird cases. They were all bad people, that person was targeting criminals, murderers, cartel people, hunters.”
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“I’m so sorry, detka. Really.” Wanda whispered. She felt so helpless and angry. Thanos took everything from her. “I'm so sorry about that. I'm sorry I left you alone.”
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“It’s okay now.” She smiled at Wanda, leaving a small kiss on her forehead. She closed her eyes feeling that perfume once more. Yes, everything was back to normal. “I’m so happy you’re here, that's all that matters now.”
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“Do you want to sleep?” Wanda asked as she gently caressed her beloved's face, removing some strands of hair.
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“I'm exhausted, I would sleep for weeks, but I don't want to stop looking at you.” Y/N muttered, her voice slightly scratchy. Her body ached too much, feeling a stabbing pain in muscles that she didn't even know existed.
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Wanda smiled tenderly, kissing her chin. “I promise to be here in the morning.”
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“Pinky promise?” She brought her pinky so they could intertwine.
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“Pinky promise, detka.”
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They both laughed and snuggled again when Y/N turned off the lights on the nightstand. They were silent for a moment, sharing only the beat of their hearts, until Wanda spoke:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “How did you get this one?” The Sokovian traced her fingers over one of the scars on Y/N's stomach, slowly.
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“I stumbled across a turtle.” Y/N bit her lip trying not to laugh, but Wanda just laughed and patted her.
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“Come on, you dork. Tell me.”
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“I was bitten by a beaver.”
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“Y/N!” Wanda complained and Y/N burst out laughing.
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“Wanda?” Y/N bit her lower lip.
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“Mhm?”
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“Taylor Swift released two albums in a single year… and they are very cottage core.” Y/N couldn't help but say it, knowing that it was one of her beloved's favorites.
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“Oh God. How good is to be back!” Wanda chuckled amusedly, leaning in to look at her. “Which is your favorite?”
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Y/N bit her lower lip, forgetting her tiredness for a moment and took one of her headphones from the nightstand, she kept one and gave one to Wanda.
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“Friday? Please, could you play 'Willow'?”
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‘Of course, Ms. Y/L/N.’
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“This one is for you.”
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'Willow' started to play, making them both smile as they listened to the song.
Tears fell down Wanda's cheeks upon hearing such beautiful words, tears that Y/N tenderly wiped away.
They spent some time looking into each other's eyes, listening some songs and exchanging smiles until sleep came over them.
✨✨ Yeah, I was thinking about the finale... until @imnotasuperhero wanted a bit more. ✨✨ Don't hate me, hate her, poking the bear is never the answer. I'll bite.🐻 (kidding, i don't bite... yet.) here goes some amazing and lovely people tags ✨ : @wandsmxmff, lonewalker17, tsmeanobody, dark-hunter16, lattayhottay16, natashaswifeu, silverockmusic, kacka84, emeraldevan! @sunsol-22 @dparker0 @imnotasuperhero @pawiie
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It’s 🦋, I’m back. I have thoughts and opinions and (it ended up being long) broad character analysis! You’ll see what I mean by sounding like a cocky academic in a sec.
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Dr. Ratio definitely has a lot of elements of gifted kid syndrome. The not being treated like a normal kid, the self deeply intwined with excellence, the being really amazing but never reaching your “full potential,” etc etc.
But the whole idea behind gifted kid syndrome is that those kids eventually burn out or plateau. They lose motivation, or they’ve got unaddressed issues, or they get cocky and stagnate.
Sometimes… Sometimes those kids just don’t. They just don’t stop. Sometimes those kids get continuously moved up to the next level, but every time, it’s not enough of a challenge. Even in adulthood. And these people only get there because they really do care about learning, so it gets really, really exhausting to only hear things like “genius” again and again without actually being taught. At some point you start to wonder if you’re just… at the top already. If you’re the final destination.
If you don’t make an active effort to reach out to people outside that bubble, it’s easy to get caught up in the idea that you’re on a different level. You’re desperate to satisfy an insatiable potential. That’s what the Genius Society is, essentially. People who are labeled geniuses are usually isolated by society, so when they find each other, they come to the conclusion that they’re a unique breed of their own in order to explain how achingly lonely it is with no one to keep up with them.
They aren’t.
That’s why Dr. Ratio is such a good character to me. He’s undergone the same kind of genius-isolation treatment, but instead of separating himself from humanity, he insists on being counted as no different, even if that leaves him mostly alone. And he doesn’t pretend he isn’t intelligent either! He’s not modest, which is very annoying sometimes, but it’s… a lot realer. I mean, isn’t it more disingenuous to have people tell you how genius you are all the time and just pretend not to know you’re smart? He’s not a superior specimen of man, but he’s also not an idiot. He’s a Mundanite.
So in the spirit of being absolutely shameless, I have to say that it feels good to see some actual empathy put into this archetype. Makes me feel less like a crazy person for having the same philosophy and similar struggles.
(Still figuring out an adequate balance of self-confidence and modesty though, the social skills really are the hardest part)
In my opinion, you don't sound like a cocky academic at all. You're explaining your own views on this prospect, and honestly, I really liked reading through this. I agree - Dr. Ratio holds a special place in my heart because he's been isolated due to his intellect, but he still tries to help people and be with them. He still actively expresses his empathy (even if it's in ways that aren't quote on quote, kind) and he does care for others and tries to better their lives and teach them. Self-isolation and isolation from society is absolutely hard to deal with, but seeing him react in that way is honestly really touching and heart-warming. To see a "Gifted Kid" who just kept on going, but who also chose to grow from that experience by choosing to interact with others despite his status.
Once again, really loved reading through this. I believe in you, and I'm glad that you can empathize with others and that you can still connect with others to some level despite going through that. You're doing great, anon. If my words are worth any salt, I'm proud of you for going this far and for trying your best. Please take care of yourself and remember that you're a person outside of your intellect, too. Feel free to drop by again with more takes, because this was really sweet to read and now I have more motivation for my Dr. Ratio angst. :)
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INTRO*:
*skip to end for tl;dr
Realizing I've quite literally never introduced myself! Hello, I'm made-of-wood, or better known as Karter. My username is a play on the song 'Made of Stone' from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Which, I'm sure most have noticed, is my special interest <33
shameless promo of my old fic for it
That's my lifetime favorite, and you're likely to always see content for it here! I love all adaptations, my favorite being more of a joke one: Quasimodo D'el Paris. Imagine that one modernized Romeo & Juliet movie, but made for Hunchback of Notre Dame. I could say a lot about HoND/NDdP collectively, but I'll save that for dms! Which feel free to! I am also found in a few discord servers for it.
A word of caution to Fresme shippers (Frollo x Esmerelda): I am not a fan of the ship. I may like content that has Fresme content if it includes Quasimodo in some way, because I'm a complete sucker. I also noticed I've followed a few Fresme accounts, which, again, was mostly for Quasi content or.. you made a post I enjoyed. Either way, I try and keep my personal opinions on the ship to myself. But, please note I lean away from it.
Anyways!
Other fandoms I'm in:
- Dracula media (Mostly Renfields character.)
Surprisingly, majority of my followers come from this fandom! Probably because of the two posts that went popular back when the fandom was thriving (Renfield 2023 bringing it back to life). I try to post about this just as much as HoND. I personally think those two fandoms should have more overlap than they do, so if anyone wants an in to either fandom.. dm me. I will gladly get you into one or the other. The comparisons of Quasimodo and Renfield go crazy.
- HLVRAI
I just got into this pretty recently. I read through Y2KVR fully, fucking loved this too. I haven't reposted much from this, but it's definitely a huge interest!!
- EverymanHYRBID
Another huge interest! For the most part I steer away from the fandom, but this doesn't mean DNI! I love seeing the art and will occasionally repost, I just don't do it as openly.
- Jekyll & Hyde / TGS
I love this media just as much! I haven't been super into it as of recent, but I keep up with it to my best ability. This includes the musical, and the book! I've seen a lot of adaptations of it as well. If you scroll far enough you'll see my posts about it. Specifically Dr. Tom Jackman, my old user. BBC Jekyll.. not everyone's favorite, but certainly was mine for a bit!
- OTHER
I rarely adventure outside these topics, but other things you may spot include Pinocchio media, Electric Dreams, Steven Universe, The Magnus Archives, and Tangled the Series. :D
TL;DR: I have many interests and I'm glad you've taken the time to check my blog out. DM me anytime! I'm always here to talk :)
Have a good day!
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