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remember your first: part two / sneak peek
genre: smut, angst | dom!junhan x fem!reader
status: completed! read here
synopsis: music is what started your friendship with your college classmate han hyeongjun, but your virginity is what made it really blossom (reader has lost their virginity in p1)
fic warnings: corruption kink, degradation & humiliation kink, alcohol consumption, smoking (weed and cigarettes)
a/n: i have nothing else to say except i can’t stop thinking about this junhan. coming soon <3 PROMISE.
“Am I not enough to calm you down?”
“What do you mean?” Hyeongjun’s brows gather, he’s fuddled from the weed and needs more context.
“You said you smoke to get your mind off of things…” You narrow your eyes to his lips a bit shy from having to express your thoughts in details. “I was wondering if I can be enough to calm you down when you need it?”
For the first time Hyeongjun doesn’t try to hide the change in his gaze from you after you meet it again; he doesn’t try to prevent the emotion that sometimes creeps up and makes him feel too raw in front of you.
“Sometimes…” he admits, “but there are times when you overwhelm me.”
You stare at each other with red washed off eyes, dry lips and fuzzy minds that are too heavy from the rush, but also from the feelings they carry.
“In a good kind of way though,” he adds.
You lower your head, resting it in the crook of his shoulder and for a moment you just stay like this; immersing yourself into the comforting feeling of his embrace. The pungent smell of the weed clashes with his cologne as you take a deep breath.
You don’t realise how much time has passed since you’ve been staying like this, but at one point you place a wet kiss on the side of his neck and the contact awakens a desire for more. Seconds later you go for another one, and a third one. You kiss his skin that’s exposed from his black hoodie, then trace your tongue along the shell of his ear.
Hyeongjun tilts his head silently, letting you continue as his hands move from your lower back to your ass, groping it through such soft squeeze. You’ve never felt him touch it like this before.
As you cover his neck with sloppy smooches your hips make a move to let him feel your pussy through your thin shorts.
“Can we…” he suddenly speaks quietly, and you pull back. “Can we just stay like this? I’m tired.”
At first you nod in agreement, but then that urge to please him that has been living inside you for so long now, calls at you again.
This time, you decide to act on it.
“Hyeongjun... Can I do something for you?” Your lustful eyes look almost pleading as you ask the question. “I want to please you, you don’t need to do anything in return.”
Hyeongjun’s face creases when he smirks lazily at you. His knuckles stroke your flushed cheek before his long fingers put a few strands of hair behind your ear. He’s simultaneously observing your familiar features.
“You want to please me.” He feels the need to repeat your words, to really feel them out.
“So much…” you add, hoping you will get the chance to do so.
#i’ve been talking about this so much and it’s still not done and i’m sorry 😞#here’s a little something to compensate my absence and the delay 🫶🏼#i’m near the end of the story and i really really hope y’all like how it turns out <3#— remember your first#— sneak peek#xdinary heroes smut#junhan smut
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Enhypen’s Favorite Positions (OT6)
How Enhypen likes to fuck you.
pairings: Enhypen legal line x reader
warnings: 18+, minors dni, fem!reader for Jay and Sunghoon, otherwise gender neutral!reader, light spanking, mentions of masturbation, overstim, and roughish sex.
Heeseung’s Favorite Position: Spooning
There is something so intimate about this position, it genuinely makes him feral. Beware anytime y’all are spooning. It doesn’t matter if it’s on the couch, the bed, hell, even during movie night with his band mates: the moment he has your ass pressed back against him he is bricked up. Maybe it’s the size difference? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that during those late nights on tour when he’s is alone in his hotel room, his mind immediately goes to wrapping his arm around your waist as he drives his cock into you from behind!! <3
Jay’s Favorite Position: Lotus
You guys never intentionally end up in this position, but more often than not, it makes its appearance in your night. Pulled into his lap, you can feel his thick cock so so deep! As soon as you throw your head back in pleasure, he’s mouthing at your tits. Sucking, biting, groping, all of the above… you can hardly fault him for the way his hips jerk up and he forces himself deeper. Boob lover Jay agenda in full force. He just loves seeing your face contort in pleasure, so this is perfect for my little romantic.
Jake’s Favorite Position: Reverse Cowgirl
Has Jake ever seen a more beautiful sight than your ass bouncing on his lap? No. Literally never. Doesn’t matter how often he sees it, he lets out a pleased sigh every time. Reclined back against the headboard, hands behind his head. This must be paradise. He loves seeing the handprints he leaves behind on your cheeks. And he’s just so loud! Moaning and whining… ugh how dreamy. He tries to be gentle, he really does, but he can only let you take charge for so long before things take their inevitable course. Rough grip on your waist as he fucks up into you, letting out those pretty moans all the while.
Sunghoon’s Favorite Position: Missionary
I am here to take down the rough dom Sunghoon agenda. This bastard is so soft for you it isn’t funny. Expect tender touches to your face, deep kissing, and some dirty praise while he bullies his cock into you. “Sweet girl takes me so well” type mfer. I’m sure of it. I really do think he is another romantic… still exploring himself and a little shy about it >_< !! He gets a little flustered when you mention try to talk about your sex life with him so be gentle… doesn’t mean he isn’t going to lay the best pipe of your life. I know this might be a controversial take but it’s MY TRUTH.
Sunoo’s Favorite Position: Mating Press
I think Sunoo is another one that is really soft and tender during sex. It’s the skin-to-skin contact, the sloppy kisses, and dry humping that screams “I want you so so bad!!” that gets his cock filling out in his pants (He has the prettiest cock ever but that’s a story for another time). That’s why I chose a mating press for him… when he is rutting into you and you wrap your legs around his waist or he has you near folded in half he has to fight cumming instantly.
Jungwon’s Favorite Position: Cowgirl
Hehehehe this made me smile. Just imagine him squirming and whimpering as you ride him. Actual art. So whiny and needy. Tells you how much he loves you over and over as he moves his hips with yours. Be gentle because he gets pussy drunk soooo easily. Mind goes blank and probably overstimulates both of you until you are both in tears. Loves when you lay on top of him as you catch your breath together, loves taking care of you. Declaring him the king of aftercare.
END.
Author’s note: Just a short lil thing to test formatting on mobile! Hope y’all enjoy. xx - princess
#enhypen smut#heeseung smut#jay smut#jake smut#sunghoon smut#sunoo smut#jungwon smut#smut drabble#enhypen x reader#heeseung x reader#jay x reader#jake x reader#sunghoon x reader#sunoo x reader#jungwon x reader#enhypen hard hours#enhypen imagines#enhypen reactions#enhypen scenarios#enhypen x y/n#xxsunoosprincess
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Tired of Us Yet? [Leona Kingscholar]
Content: Fluff, Established Relationship, Happy Birthday Leona!, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert
Pronouns: None
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After promising to go shopping on the weekend, time seemed to slow down exponentially, as if taunting you. Your first outing with Leona in what felt like forever (it had been a month)! You were so excited that you kinda accidentally made it to the gates about 10 minutes earlier than planned.
“You’re damn near hoppin’ off the walls. You that excited?” Leona commented as he approached you.
You hadn’t even noticed that you were rocking on your heels, “Well, duh. It’s been a while since we’ve been out.”
A frown caught his lips for a moment before he leaned down, pecking your temple. “That’s gonna change, alright?”
“I know.” You were certain Leona would keep his promise.
Shopping for Leona was actually pretty easy. All he really wanted was comfortable furniture to lounge around on and anything else (ie. the decorations) could be left to you, and he didn’t fuss about it.
“At this point, we’re making a glorified fort.” You chuckled, “Not that I’m complaining.”
“So what you’re saying is we should use these big pillows,” He pointed to a comically large orange pillow, “as the floor?”
You plopped down on it. “Hmmm…maybe so? It is pretty comfy!”
“Oh yeah, you look like you’re on the edge of dreamland there.”
You kinda were. There more you laid here, the more you actually considered using these as a floor for his fort—room.
Ping!
Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you gasped, absolutely shocked at what you saw.
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It was you. Right now, laying on the pillow. Posted to his Magicam.
You smiled as you stood, “I think we should get at least this one.” You pocketed your phone, then hauled the pillow in the cart with his help.
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AYOOOOO
ARE Y’ALL OUT ON A DATE RN
“Welcome back, my dear.” Azul greeted you, but his eyes were on Leona. “I see you’ve brought a guest with you this time.”
Leona didn’t respond to the obvious taunt, he simply pulled out his phone, fingers quickly gliding against the screen.
“Don’t, Ashengrotto.” You warned. “Just get us a table.”
“Why, of course, my dear.” His smile widened (you hated that smile) as he led you.
“And stop calling me ‘dear’. I’m clearly with my partner.”
“Yes, yes.” He waved you off, gesturing at the table that he had chosen for you. “Here you are.”
The table was in the middle of the lounge. You were sure he wanted everyone to get a good view of Leona ignoring you or something. Well, this would be quite the boring show. At least, that’s what you thought, but then a large, boisterous crowd entered the lounge. You glanced at Leona, who was already looking at you with a grin.
Drinks and a show, how lovely.
“I’m sorry, but we’re currently at full capacity, so if you’d be so kind—” Azul attempted to dissuade the group from coming in any further, but—
“Nah, they’re with me.” Leona spoke up.
Azul didn’t even bother to hide the frown. “And as I said, we’re at full capacity—”
“I’ll rent the whole place out for double what it would normally be worth.”
Watching Azul debate with himself over selling out or withholding his morals was fun.
Of course, he sold out in the end when Leona offered to pay triple the price.
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I’m glad to see the two of you dining together in our establishment, @The_Monstro_Lounge_Offical We hope to see the two of you again soon.
Apparently, Leona wasn’t done with the surprises because one day during lunch while you were standing in line with the other first years, he suddenly appeared, gently removing you from the group.
“Oi! What are you doing?” Jack reflexively grabbed your arm. The lunch line was a chaotic mess, and if someone stepped out of line even accidentally, they lost their spot and had to take the walk of shame to the back of the line.
“We’re not eating in here, so let go, pup.” You could have sworn there was a bit of a growl at the end of that sentence (but maybe you were imagining it).
“Oh?” You cut in, easing yourself from Jack. “You cooked for me or somethin’?”
“Ha!” His laugh was sharp, “Nah, you know I can’t cook—since I’m a prince and all. I ordered out.”
Your eyes lit up. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
Of course, the little lunch date was set up in the botanical garden. It looked like he had gotten some help from the fairies that managed it with the set-up, and even to give you two some privacy. You popped a bit of your favorite dish in your mouth, almost tearing up at the burst of flavor.
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AND YOU COULDNT HAVE SHARED????
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Wow. Okay.
0rth0_2.0 commented on Leona_Kingscholar_Official post
I am very happy for the two of you! However, if something bad happens, just know that I’ll be there! :)
“Party’s here, but I’m pretty sure you ain’t here—” Ace stopped short, brain short-circuiting at what he was seeing.
And Deuce followed suit. “Quiet as usual—huh?”
There in the lounging in the lounge was you, Grim and Leona. But that wasn’t the weirdest part. No, the weirdest part was the fact that you were laying on top of Leona (which wasn’t all that weird) and Grim was lying on top of you (once again, not weird), but like Grim was laying on top of you who was laying on top of Leona which was weird.
However, once Grim caught sight of them, he scrambled out of your grasp, which woke both you and Leona up.
“Save me!” He scrambled behind Ace. “They’ve been holding me here hostage for hours now!”
“We’ve literally been asleep for maybe an hour. What are you talking about, Grim?”
“I didn’t ask for a front row seat to all of this!” He gestured widely at the two of you before jumping onto Ace’s shoulders. “Let’s go! Before they kiss or something!”
“I’m sure they wouldn’t—OH MY GOD—EWWWW!”
You were caught off guard just as much as Deuce was. You knew Leona was cheeky, but you didn’t expect him to kiss you in front of your friends like that (not that you really minded a kiss from him). He didn’t let you go until the front door slammed shut, and when he did, you knew it was only for a moment.
Oh well, at least you didn’t have an audience anymore.
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Y’all are literally like that one couple that everyone is rooting for, but also finds annoying.
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THIS IS THE GREAT GRIM AND I CAN CONFIRM THAT THEYRE SUPER ANNOYING
“It’s that time again, My King.”
“Time for you to say that you’re tired of me?”
You lightly slapped his arm, earning a chuckle from him. “Of course not.” You cupped his face, making it meet yours that had moved closer. “It’s time for me to remind you that I am so deeply in love with you.”
He closed the distance, capturing your lips. “Right backatcha. I’m actually more in love with you than you are with me.”
“So it’s a contest now?” You kissed him again. “How do we decide a winner?”
“I can think of a few ways”
“Well, the two of you are gonna have to wait until later.” Someone stopped the two of you from going any further.
Leona sighed. “Always coming in at the right moments, aren’tcha Bucchi?”
“Shishishi…but nah, for real y’all are really gonna have to wait to do all of that later.”
You smirked. “What? Tired of us yet, Ruggie?”
“I wanna say, yeah, but the pay is too good, so I’ll just smile and nod.” He did neither.
“Alright,” Leona straighten himself then pulled you into his lap. “Let’s get this over with.”
“‘Course the two of you are gonna be difficult till the very end.” Ruggie shook his head, but begun his repot nonetheless, not like he could do anything anyway.
The two of you wouldn’t listen to anyone, but each other, at this point.
Now and forever.
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In front of my salad? On god? I deserve a raise.
King_Leona_Kingscholar_Official replied to TheRuggieBucchi
Get used to it.
Sunset_Savana_Sovereign_Official replied to TheRuggieBucchi
On god. And we’ll do it again. Shenan once to shenan again.
LISTEN HERE STINK! IT MAY BE YOUR BIRTHDAY, BUT THIS
THIS WAS NOT NECESSARY
GRIM PITY?
ALL MY KEYS
GONE
AHYUK! I SEE IT!
THE DOOR TO DARKNESS
Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist
#alie series: forevermore#alie ficlets#alie ficlets: twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#happy birthday leona!!
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𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER ONE
pairing: gang leader! soonyoung x stripper! reader
word count: 2.3k
general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, mentions of violence, m*rder, and blood, stripper things, a steamy lap dance, reader gets fully nude, big dick! soonyoung, pet names (pretty girl, baby, etc.), reader falls for soonyoung, sex w/o condom (remember if they can’t wrap it, protect yourself please), kinda a slow burn for the start of the series!
playlist songs: everything you want - pap chanel, streets - doja cat, naughty girl - beyoncé
notes: ITS FINALLY HERE BABESSSS!! i’m so excited to share this series with y’all and i hope you enjoy it! <3 every chapter will include up to 3 songs inspired by the events of the story!
soonyoung sits alone in a dark corner of his faction’s warehouse, only a few spotlights illuminating their large meeting space - deep in thought. tonight, it was just him and his five most trusted guys, finishing what might’ve been their most difficult job yet.
soonyoung is the leader of one of the most infamous gangs in the region, known for their ruthless ways. they’ve murdered, gambled, brawled with other rival gangs. many of their incidents have ended in extremely close calls, with someone either near death or two steps away from handcuffs. but they didn’t care. this was they way of life they chose. anyone that dared come in their way, they eliminated them without hesitation.
“double check the duffel bags, and make sure not one bill is missing," soonyoung says as he gets up, going to wash away the rest of the blood remnants from his hand. their job tonight was taking out another gang’s higher ups, they and they put up a hell of a fight. soonyoung genuinely wondered if the close calls he got in that knife fight were even worth they amount of money they were promised. “i swear to god if he fucks up my income again, that’s his ass,” he grumbles, hoping that this would be over with faster than he thought.
when he finishes, he approaches the table where the rest of his comrades were. “well?” he says, watching one of the guys as he puts the last stack of paper through the money counter, the familiar sound of cash rustling through the machine.
“that’s it - all $40,000 from tonight’s job, boss,” one of the guys say, wiping his forehead, hissing when he brushes against a slight gash. soonyoung smiles for probably the first time all day, relieved that finally, he could get to do what he wanted to do.
“alright boys, gather up the bags and shut all of this shit down - i got the perfect place for us to spend some of this cash,” he presses a button opening a garage door as he walks out first, heading to a black suv.
——
“club illusion?” another one of his guys say as they pull into the club’s parking lot, viewing the neon purple and green signs. “not to question you soonyoung, but why here?”
he rolls his eyes and scoffs i’m the passenger seat, surprised at how not everyone was connecting the dots. “word is, they have the best and prettiest dancers here, and they might have some dealers here, heard they have the strongest shit too..” soonyoung says as he jumps out the car, fixing his jacket as he walks forward, everyone else exiting the car packing around him for protection.
the group walks past everyone in the long line, complaints and shouting starting to get louder the further they reached the entrance. but before soonyoung can sneakily bypass to get inside, one of the bodyguards stops them.
“yo, i’m pretty sure you see this line - what makes your think that you’re better than everyone else?” soonyoung smirks as he shows the patches on his jacket, signifying his affiliation and ranking. the guard’s eyes widen for a second, but he slips back into his demeanor.
“listen,” he says in a low tone for only him and the guard to hear, “i’ve had a long day, and i would really like to relax.. and you don’t wanna see me not relaxed,” the guard glances at the other men, meeting their menacing stares, and looks back at soonyoung.
“drop your weapons in the bin,” the guard says. soonyoung places his hand on the guard shoulders, smirking at him as he walks past. “wise choice,” he says as he drops his knife in the bin, the others following suites, chuckling as they walk past, some of them flicking him off.
—-
blue stage lights flood the club’s main floor as people sit on the tables and lounges, dancers in skimpy outfits, twirling on the poles and shaking their asses to the heavy bass. cash scatters some of the stage platforms, dancers teasing their audience by sexily covering themselves with it. the air smells hazy, a tinge of weed lingering in the atmosphere.
“forget i questioned you boss - we definitely needed to come here tonight,” he smiles, nodding his head at a dancer he made eye contact with. “i’m not leaving until i fucked one of these girls and have them screaming my name,” he says starting to drift away from the others.
“you guys are free to go where you want,” soonyoung says, eyeing his surroundings quickly. “if you run into any body, let me know and i’ll handle it.”
as the guys separate, soonyoung walks forward, observing the sights around him. as his mind takes it all in, the dj drops a beat and comes back on the mic.
“what’s up, club illusion!” the dj yells and the crowd responds appropriately. “we got some great dancers in the building and they got bills to pay, so show ��em some love!” the audience cheers and more people continue to toss their cash on the stages.
“now coming to the main stage, one of club illusion’s sexiest, seductive dancers - welcome to the main stage, ms. sageeeeee!!” the crowd screams wildly as the lights dim and they focus on the main stage, soonyoung’s eyes immediately taking what was in front of him.
the music starts, the familiar “oohing” of the streets silhouette remix playing with through the speakers.
and that’s when he sees you.
you confidently strut on stage, your black, glossy 8 inch pleasers striding one in front of the other, your strappy black bodysuit practically exposing all of your backside. once you reach the pole, you roll your head to the right and slide your hand up your body.
“put your head on my shoul-” the music switches and you go into a side spin, the crowd continuing to go crazy as you transition and hold a pose upside down.
as the song progresses and come to end, soonyoung can’t your eyes off you for one second. he’s enamored by you - your movement, your presence, not to mention how sexy you looked in that barely-there bodysuit. you strike a final pose on the pole as the music fades. the audience continues to scream, bills covering the front of the stage.
after holding for a few seconds, you transition off the pole and gather your money, one of the bodyguards helping you down the steps when you’ve finished.
and that’s when you notice him.
from across the room, he looked like just another man in the club, but close up, you couldn’t deny how hot you felt when your eyes met each other’s. his all-black fit from his distressed jeans to his oversized jacket, his height, his black hair - he looked too good to be true.
as you begin to part ways, you wave and wink at him, hoping you caught his attention. he smirks at you, letting him know that the message was received. you blush inwardly as you turn back around, praying that he would at least rent out a section on the main floor, if not a v.i.p. room.
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as soon enter the dressing rooms backstage, you’re met with showering compliments from some of the other dancers. you thank as many as you can as you reach your spot, freshening up in case you get called back again.
as you scroll through your social media after a few minutes, one of the bottle girls comes in to the room and approaches you. “sage!” she calls you, your head snapping up to meet her eyes. “oh hey, min! what’s up?” you say putting your phone down.
“there’s some guy that keeps asking for you in one of the vip rooms, he looks kinda cute too,” she smiles nudging at your shoulder. “you better hop on that before someone else does,” she walks away heading back with her empty tray. you pause and think before you finally make a decision.
“wait, min - which room is it?”
“should be room 3!” min winks at you before going back to the main floor.
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you’re never nervous about vip room experiences. so why now? why do you feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest?
you’re embarrassed at your conflicting emotions. never once has a customer gotten you flustered. but then again, your customers don’t usually have an air of mystery and attraction hanging over them.
you breath out a huge, but silent sigh and pull yourself together. no matter how attractive the man downstairs was, he wasn’t gonna start making your falter.
you push the curtains away as you enter the dimly lit room, silently thanking the gods that min’s guess was right. there he was, sitting on the couch across from the pole platform. his eyes were on his phone, but now they’re completely focused on you. even closer, he still had you writhing. how could one human being look so insanely hot?
“so, you’re the man from the main floor,” you twirled your hair strands, smiling at him, walking toward him with your left arm crossed against your chest. “i heard you requested me by name. no one’s ever really done that before here,” you now are in front of him, getting dangerously closer to each other’s bodies.
“well they should more often, baby,” he says as he runs his fingers through his hair. “you’re too fucking phenomenal not to be called out by name.”
if you weren’t flustered earlier, you were definitely flustered now, desperately making sure it wasn’t showing on your face.
“speaking of names, you now know mine,” you sit next to and face him on the couch, crossing your legs. “but i don’t know yours.”
“soonyoung.”
“soonyoung,” you repeat, smiling to yourself. “i like that.”
“well soonyoung,” you say getting up from the couch, standing in front of him, slotting a leg between his. “i don’t normally give my customers choices, but i like you. do you wanna see me on the pole again? or would you rather you and i get a little closer?” you say as his hands begin to touch your body.
“i think you know where i wanna go with you,” he caresses your cheek, “i wanna see you dance on me, for me, pretty girl.”
—-—
your back faces his chest as you grind into him, his hands simultaneously roaming your thighs and playing with the straps of your bodysuit. beyoncé’s naughty girl plays through the speakers, your waist rolling in rhythm to the music.
you push your ass further on him, making sure you can feel all of him as he gets harder under your touch. “you know you can take it off right?” you say as you turn your neck toward his face. “in fact, why don’t you take it off for me?” you bite your lip hard as his hands reach further up, fondling your breasts.
after some time, he does as you ask, slowly taking off your bodysuit. you help him out as the material goes down your legs, and once it’s fully off, you toss to the front of the room.
“you’re so gorgeous,” he groans as he traces your folds, and it takes everything in you not to moan out loud. instead you muster a sigh as you turn around to have your body face front.
“if i told you i wanted to fuck you, right here in this position, how much would it cost me?” he places his hand near his jeans, hoping you were feeling the same way he did.
you pause to think about your options. “mmm, $500 sounds good to me.”
without hesitation, he pulls out a large wad of cash, thumbing through the bills and giving you a little bit more than $500. you swear he read your mind because before you can even ask, he opens his mouth.
“think of it as a nice tip,” he winks at you as you stuff the bills in your heels.
you slowly bring him in a kiss. he separates from you first, but you quickly bring him back in, kissing him with more fever. he unbuttons his jeans, zipping them down as his boxers come into view. you think you’re ready, but you’re still visibly stunned when he pulls his dick out. his thick length and veins on full display.
“damn, soonyoung,” you say biting your lip, nearly drooling. “you’ve definitely proved you have big dick energy.”
he laughs as he starts to pump himself for you, more pre cum beginning to gather at his tip. once he’s finished, he beckons you with his finger.
“make me feel good, my pretty girl,” he says as you sink down on him, both of you groaning out at the same time.
“sh-shit, soonyoung, fuck!” you hiss, holding onto his broad shoulders. “you’re so big and i feel so full,” you feel like you might cum already with his he was sheathed inside you.
when he finally starts moving, you feel like you’re seeing stars. the way he pounds into you, you can feel the coil in your stomach get tighter. after a few more minutes of him penetrating and you moaning soonyoung’s name, you finally feel it.
“o-oh, soonyoung, ‘m gettin’ close, shit, ‘m cl-clo, ah!” you nearly scream as you come all over his lower half, part of your juices on his black denim.
“well, uh,” you giggle, looking down at him. “that was something,” you brush your hair away from your face, finally looking in his direction. he smiles back at you, putting his dick back in his pants.
you pull each other for one last kiss, wanting to feel his touch just one more time.
“something tells me that it might be a minute before i see you again.”
“you never know, pretty girl. yeah i have busy job, but i can definitely make the time for you.”
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When Everything's Made to be Broken - Chapter 7: You Resist Me Just Like This
Summary: Loki convinces Theo to spend time with him, and Theo reconnects with an old friend.
Author's Notes: Hey, look, Loki & Theo interactions! More of these to come in the very near future. And now y’all get to meet one of my favorite original side characters, Julie.
Reminder - this song is a continuation from the last chapter!
If you enjoy, please reblog!! I'm a lil' blog and reblogs really help me out <3
Content Warnings: Medical Stuff (Theo’s a doctor, so there’s a lot of that in this story, generally speaking), blood (not really graphic but again, working in an Emergency department, there is some blood…), mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 6,530
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Song: Careful - Paramore
Open your eyes like I opened mine It's only the real world A life you will never know Shifting your weight to throw off the pain Well, you can ignore it But only for so long
Of every change that came with joining the Avengers, there was one that Theo actually enjoyed: working in their private hospital.
One of her conditions of helping the Avengers was that she could continue working in emergency medicine as an attending physician. If she was going to put herself in a position where she’d be killing, the least she could do is help train others to heal - the method by which they healed was unimportant, as long as it helped offset the death. She wanted to stay at New York Presbyterian, but Fury insisted she stay close by in case she was needed at the tower.
Working as an attending at the hospital in the Avengers Tower was their compromise.
There were some upsides to the deal. The short commute, for one. Instead of a subway ride, she hopped in an elevator and was at her workplace in two minutes, max.
The second was a surprise reunion with Dr. Julie Harper, who Theo hadn’t seen since they completed their residencies together at Los Angeles County General Hospital. Julie was a year ahead of Theo in medical school, and though Theo knew Julie ended up somewhere on the east coast, she hadn’t realized that they were both in the same city this whole time.
And now, they were paired up and turned loose on some residents of their own.
“Oh look, fresh meat.”
Met by the collective wide-eyed stares of their newest residents, Theo had to bite her tongue so she didn’t crack up at the terror on their faces, or when Julie - known to the residents as Dr. Harper - rolled her eyes.
“Settle down, I’m joking.” Theo dropped the stern face for a wide grin, letting out a chuckle. “Welcome to the Emergency department, also known as where medicine is practiced in its most pure form. I’m Dr. Theo Amaris, and I see you’ve already met my colleague, Dr. Julie Harper. Along with Dr. Helen Cho, we are three of your attending physicians.”
“This is a sacred place, where we see patients in some of the worst moments of their lives and give them hope - we give them a second chance.” Julie said, gesturing around the room. “We serve anyone and everyone who comes through our doors. We give every patient our best. We do not care about where your degrees are from or your MLE scores; the fact that you are here means you are qualified. What we care about is the commitment, the compassion, and the fight you bring to caring for patients. We can teach you how to triage, how to perform procedures, and how to document everything - what we can’t teach you is the dedication and the empathy needed to truly serve our patients when they need it most.”
Ultimately, that commitment to serving patients when they needed it most was why Theo chose Emergency Medicine. Always in the thick of things, not relying on referrals and scheduling and the restrictions that encumbered most specialties within medicine. No matter who walked through the door, Theo was empowered to help them. It didn’t matter whether they were rich or poor, young or old, or how mild or severe their malady was, she could care for them.
Granted, working in the hospital at Avengers Tower was a far cry from her experience at New York Presbyterian. Instead of her most severe cases being heart attacks, drug overdoses, and car accidents, Theo treated gunshot wounds, poisonings, major burns from explosions, and severe trauma from combat.
Dull moments did not exist in an emergency department that specialized in treating SHIELD agents, which elicited both gratitude and concern from Theo; sure, it made the time pass quickly, but she couldn’t help but worry for the agents’ loved ones, particularly when an agent came in whose condition was particularly delicate.
At least in the emergency department, she knew how everything worked. Even if she never knew what to expect when a patient came in, she knew the processes and the steps to treat them. Everything had a rationale behind it - she could weigh the pros and cons of every potential treatment without having to constantly factor in the unknown. Out in the field? She had no idea of what to expect or how to plan for it.
Julie hardly finished her welcome speech when the calls came in to prepare for an influx of injured agents returning from across the globe. From there, the constant onslaught of injured agents created a relentless pace to the day, requiring all hands on deck as they triaged and treated, stitched and bandaged, resuscitated and revived; trauma bays emptied barely long enough to be restocked and cleaned before the beds filled with new patients.
Minutes before the end of the shift, another mission came back with multiple agents severely injured. Thanks to some careful planning, the residents could leave after their respective patients were stabilized and sent off for surgery or admission to a ward, but the patient Theo and Julie assigned themselves kept the pair two hours late. For Theo, it served as a cherry on top to the end of a streak of back to back shifts that left Theo dreaming of a long, hot soak and a week where she didn’t have to leave her bed.
In the grand scheme of things, rest and relaxation could wait - saving someone’s life always took priority.
While Julie went with the others to wheel the patient to an operating room, Theo hung back, absorbing the aftermath. Crimson coated every surface - the gurney, the backboard the patient was brought in on, all over the floor, the surgical gown she wore over her scrubs. Wrappers for bandages and sutures littered the floor, as did towels that were used to soak up extra blood. Tables with supplies haphazardly pushed aside decorated the edges of the room, some of the supplies knocked to the floor amidst organized chaos.
Letting out a weary sigh, Theo began the process of removing the protective equipment. First, she peeled off the gloves and surgical gown, bundling them up before she disposed of them in a biohazard bag. The face shield and mask followed, finding their final resting place in the same biohazard bag. With one last, lingering glance at the room, Theo said a little prayer for the patient, then departed.
Only charting stood between Theo and her weekend. Charting, in Theo’s opinion, was an essential nuisance - documenting diagnoses and treatments administered ensured a smooth transition and continuation of care, but anything involving paperwork may have come from one of the circles of hell. Once she reached the desk, Theo’s focus on finding the files she needed and dreaming about what she was going to watch on netflix left her oblivious to the presence lurking nearby.
“I’ve seen battlefields less bloody than the room you emerged from.”
“Jesus!” Theo practically jumped out of her scrubs as her head snapped towards the voice.
Loki stood before her, a travel mug in one outstretched hand. A wide grin dangled from his lips, sparks of green alight in his eyes.
“Don’t scare me like that!” Stuttering heartbeats pulsed beneath Theo’s hand as she clutched her chest, gasping for breath.
“Apologies – it was not my intent to startle you,” Loki said, though the quiet pride on his face said otherwise. “I brought you a coffee; I thought you might appreciate the caffeine after a busy day.”
A hundred snarky retorts sprung to Theo’s tongue, but she stopped herself before one could escape. As much as she wanted to wipe the smug look of amusement off Loki’s face, she was grateful for the drink.
And besides, it wouldn’t do her any good to piss off the one person among the Avengers who didn’t look at her like a mission or a freak.
“Thanks.” Theo took the mug from Loki, their fingers brushing for just a moment in the process. She took a sip, letting the bitter liquid coat her tongue while she gave Loki a once-over. Between the charcoal sweater and black, slim-fit pants, he looked like he came from a day of meetings, not from the gym or from the field, so he probably wasn’t injured… “Uh, how long have you been here?”
“Well, I stopped by when you were meant to be finished for the day, but you were occupied. Based on the flurry of activity, I suspected you would be occupied for some time. It seems I was correct…” Loki explained, studying the room Theo had emerged from with a furrowed brow. “There’s quite a bit of blood.”
Theo almost spit out her coffee at what was a massive understatement.
“Yeah, it was a challenging one…” Theo agreed with a slow nod. “Agent should be alright, though.”
“I thought you were known for your healing abilities–” Loki’s brow crinkled as his focus darted back and forth between Theo and the trauma bay. “ —Is there a reason you did not use them?”
“Bold of you to assume I didn’t,” Theo pointed out, to which Loki faltered. Allowing a small, self-satisfied smirk to creep over her face, she didn’t make Loki wait long before adding: “They came in with other injuries that standard medicine wouldn’t have been able to treat in time, so I used my abilities on those, while the others stopped the bleeding. If I hadn’t, there was no way that person would have any chance of making it.”
“I see.” Loki’s response felt measured at best; Theo got the sense he was trying to suss out the extent of her healing abilities, but she wasn’t exactly interested in that conversation.
“So… what brings you in?” Theo badged into the computer and pulled up the first of the patient records she needed to update. “You don’t look like you’re injured, and last I checked most people avoid this place if they aren’t injured or dying.”
At that, Loki laughed. “You are correct; I have no afflictions which need tending to. I simply wished to see you.”
Theo nearly choked on her coffee - of all the answers in mind, “simply wished to see you” hadn’t even made it onto the list.
Sure, they were amiable towards each other, but “simply wished to see you” seemed a bit… much.
“You wanted to see me?” Theo tried to hide her surprise when she glanced up from the computer screen and caught Loki observing her with a devastatingly sly smile.
“Is that not what I just said?” Loki countered, his smile widening.
“You wanted to see me so badly that you ventured down here?” Theo expanded, allowing a smirk of her own to reveal itself. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Do I need to go get Dr. Cho and have her check you over, just to be safe?”
“Quite certain.” He winked, leaning against the edge of the work station. “You’re difficult to locate, so I surmised that my odds of finding you were highest if I sought you out at your workplace.”
Of course - he noticed Theo’s habit of avoiding the larger group, and strategized accordingly.
He must not have spoken to Wanda about how cornering Theo went when Wanda tried it, if he thought coming down here would work. Then again, maybe that was a good thing - maybe he wasn't on the “force Theo to talk to us” mission that everyone else seemed to be a part of.
“I had been under the impression that after your last patient you would be finished for the evening,” Loki continued, oblivious to Theo’s ruminations, “but that does not seem to be the case…”
“No, I have to finish my charting before I can go - it’s essentially updating patient records,” Theo replied, fingers clicking away on the keyboard as she typed. “I have one left, then I can head out.”
“Is this what keeps you late each day?” It could have sounded like a complaint, but the question came off as one of curiosity. “Record-keeping?”
“I didn’t realize you kept track of when I left work each day.” Theo pointed out, clicking into her last patient’s records so she could make sure they were updated. “To answer your question, it depends. Some days I’ll stick around and help the others get caught up. Some days, like today, I end up with a patient that needs all hands on deck, and that pushes everything else back. I don’t mind staying, though.”
“Surely, record keeping can wait?”
“No, because whoever takes over when I leave needs to know what has been done and what the plan is. Otherwise they might double up on a drug or miss something that could kill the patient. In case you haven’t noticed, us earthly mortals aren’t exactly psychic or able to predict shit.” Theo glanced up at Loki and winked, hoping he picked up on her sarcasm.
He was supposed to be the clever one, right?
Loki let out something like a hum, but remained quiet. As pleasantly surprising as it was for him to stop in and say hello, Theo couldn’t help but appreciate the silence as she finished her work. After such a hectic day, focusing on one thing at a time was a luxury.
Once everything was documented and ready to go, Theo signed out of the computer, clocked out, and rose to her feet. “Alright, I’m all done.”
“Wonderful.” Loki strolled alongside as Theo made her way to the elevator. “Do you have plans for the evening?”
The dreams of a hot bath, binging something on netflix, and sleeping for like, three days straight sprung to mind.
“No, can’t say I do.” Theo shrugged, pressing the call button for the elevator. “All I know is after five shifts back to back, I’m ready to get out of these scrubs, kick back, and relax for a bit.”
Not a direct attempt to give herself an out from the conversation, but hopefully Loki would get the hint and let her enjoy a quiet evening.
“You have been working quite often as of late,” Loki agreed, gesturing for Theo to enter the open elevator first, then following behind. Once he pressed the button for their floor, he spoke up. “Have you eaten? I’m certain after a long day you must be famished.”
Theo bristled at the question, but she covered her discomfort with a cordial smile.
“Actually, I’m alright - I was lucky enough to sit down and eat a sandwich before my last patient,” she lied, “but if you’re hungry you should definitely eat something!”
“Oh, I’m quite alright,” Loki replied, shaking his head. “I ate with the others.”
An awkward silence fell between the pair as the elevator worked its way up to the residential portion of the tower. Theo’s skin tingled as she felt Loki’s eyes on her. Despite the short distance traveled, the time needed to get back to her suite stretched far longer than it should have. She finished the last of the coffee Loki had brought her, then began fiddling with the cup.
“I was hoping I might request the pleasure of your company this evening,” from the corner of Theo’s eye, she could see Loki run a hand through his hair as he spoke. “I recognize you are wary of us, but you’ve rather piqued my curiosity. I wish to get to know you.”
Theo furrowed her brow as she studied Loki, trying to get a sense of his honesty. His body language seemed genuine enough; he stood with open posture, hands loosely in his pockets as he regarded her, and the hope in his eyes certainly appeared innocent.
Then again, he was the god of lies…
“What do you mean by pleasure of your company?” The elevator arrived at their floor; Theo stepped out first, with Loki close behind.
“I simply wish to spend time with you; I have no preference for what we do during that time together. If there is something you would prefer to do, I’m happy to oblige.”
That didn’t make Theo feel better - she’d gotten the impression that Loki was the kind of person who did what he wanted, when he wanted, and rarely made concessions for others. This seemed… too friendly.
Still, curiosity burned within Theo at what would happen if she agreed, and the possibility seemed much more alluring than another night alone.
“Sure, just let me change out of my scrubs.” Theo finally agreed. If things got weird, she could always leave. “I’ll take a whiskey, neat. Highest proof Stark’s got.”
The request served two purposes: first, it meant Loki wouldn’t be lurking outside her door for long, potentially alerting the others to their rendez-vous. Second, Theo wouldn’t have to get herself a drink later on.
“As you wish.” A lopsided grin spread wide on Loki’s face, soft green eyes sparkling with delight. “How would you like to spend the evening?”
“I imagine you know all the cool secret spots in the tower, so if you meet me here, maybe you can show me one?” Theo winked.
“That seems to be a reasonable request.” Loki smirked. The pair arrived at the entrance to Theo’s suite, both stopping outside the door. “I shall return momentarily with your requested beverage.”
Once Loki disappeared, Theo slipped into her suite. Peeling the scrubs off her body, she wasted no time changing into casual clothes - not the leggings and sweatshirt she initially imagined, but jeans, a t-shirt, and a flannel shirt tossed on top to ward off any chill. Glancing in the mirror, Theo took a moment to splash some water on her face and re-do her braid, hoping it might make her appear a bit more lively; after having to use her magic to revive the last patient, she knew she was looking a bit worse for wear…
… But Loki didn’t need to know about that.
Theo emerged from her suite to find Loki, leaned up against the wall with two glasses of amber liquid.
“Thanks,” Theo accepted the glass Loki extended to her, then gestured for Loki to lead the way. “What secret destination are we off to?”
“You’ve been to Stark’s engineering labs,” Loki stated, briefly glancing back at Theo, “But have you visited the research library?”
“Research library?” Well, that certainly intrigued Theo.
“It seems that you have not.” Loki’s lip quirked into a smirk as his eyes lit up. “Well, allow me to introduce you to a hidden gem of Avengers Tower.”
After taking the elevator down to Tony’s lab, Loki breezed through the lab as though he owned the place. Despite the late hour, a few people remained at their workstations, tinkering with all sorts of mechanical contraptions. Somehow, no one paid the pair of sorcerers any mind. Reaching the back corner, Loki tapped on a wall panel to reveal a doorknob; with a flick of his wrist, the door opened. Loki stepped aside, allowing Theo first access to the room.
Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
The room itself was massive - massive - if Theo hadn’t just walked in from another room on the same floor, she would have been convinced that the library took up an entire floor of the tower. The ceiling was easily two stories up, and lined floor to ceiling with books; steel rolling ladders lined the room to provide access to the upper shelves. Shelves full of books filled the floor as well, creating aisles to walk down and browse for literature. The center of the room had a variety of tables, lamps, screens, and chairs for people to set up and work.
Even as a library, it screamed Tony Stark’s design preferences - clean lines, minimalist styling, bright lighting, no shortage of glass or stainless steel details incorporated at every opportunity.
“Impressive, is it not?”
Theo whipped around to face Loki, who openly wore his amusement at Theo’s reaction across his face.
“That might be an understatement…” Theo conceded, ignoring the rush of heat to her cheeks as she sipped her whiskey. “And why is this place kept a secret?”
“It is home to quite a bit of, shall we say, sensitive information.” Loki answered, leading her through rows of bookshelves. Tomes in every language known to man, and even some that probably weren’t known, caught Theo’s attention as they ventured deeper into the library.
The nonchalant nature of Loki’s response intrigued Theo - what kind of sensitive information was he talking about? Government secrets? Scientific innovations? International cover-ups? Medical research?
Probably all of the above.
Theo made a note to come back at a later date, when she could explore without a second pair of eyes on her. Or at least when she was ready to study for the extra certifications Julie recommended the other day.
The winding path through towering shelves eventually led to a clearing of sorts, with seating areas of sleek leather sofas and chairs clustered together and glass tables surrounded by high-back, leather chairs.
“So you don’t know that much about me, but your first thought is to bring me to a secret library full of sensitive information,” Theo strolled towards the center of the room, still soaking in her new surroundings. “Is this a litmus test?”
“Should it be?” Loki countered, though the relaxed shoulders and way he leaned against the back of a sofa only amplified his knowing smirk, almost as if he wanted to say “I don’t think you’ll try anything stupid, but if you did I might find it funny.”
“I don’t know - if they have the exam answers for the two certifications I want to start on, it might become one,” Theo joked.
At that, Loki perked up. “You’re studying for certifications? Of what sort?”
She probably should have known he would find a way to ask more about her - after all, she hadn’t exactly made a point to share anything other than random anecdotes during their previous encounters.
Certifications were a safe topic, though, so she obliged.
“Yeah - there are certain sub-specialties in medicine that would be helpful to know while working in what’s essentially a combat hospital.” Theo shrugged, taking a seat in one of the armchairs. “Med school doesn’t teach us everything, so I may as well do what I can to stay on top of things. Certifications help with that.”
“Why wouldn’t you have learned about such topics?”
From what Theo could tell, it was a genuine question, and it made sense for him to ask - after all, medicine was very different in other places. Theo had heard bits and pieces of what Asgardian medicine was like, before Ragnarok, and it was nothing like what medicine on Earth was like.
Then again, medicine on Earth was nothing like medicine on Aneterra, at least from what Mémère had told her.
“Medicine is a broad topic, and Emergency Medicine is a relatively new specialty.” She replied, pausing to take a long swig of whiskey. “Besides, appendicitis is totally different from a blast injury, but both are very real emergencies. Most of what I’ve been doing has been normal-people emergencies, not superhero emergencies.”
“Different enough that you’re concerned about whether you would pass an exam for treating the sorts of injuries you might find here?” Loki probed, arching a skeptical eyebrow at Theo.
Great, that’s just what she needed - Loki thinking Theo wasn’t a good doctor.
“I don’t know, it depends on what’s in the exam…” Theo dropped her gaze to the floor, cheeks burning like the whiskey she sipped on. “It’s really just meant to build on skills I already have. I’ve got the core skills, it just takes them a step further.”
“You have incredibly powerful magic, which could be used for any number of things; however, you focus on healing, and rather than rely on magic you also take the time to learn Midgardian medicine.” Loki mused, pausing to take a drink of his own beverage. “There must be some benefit to you, otherwise you would not spend so much time learning medicine that would otherwise serve no purpose. What is your rationale?”
Well, that was a doozy of a question if Theo ever heard one.
Gathering her thoughts, Theo took yet another sip of her whiskey, allowing the smokey liquid to linger on her tongue as she debated how to best answer the question.
“I like to have a variety of options at my disposal, I suppose.” She took another drink, then swirled the amber liquid around in her glass so she had something to look at. “Magic isn’t all it is made out to be, and I don’t want to be in a situation where I can’t save someone because I couldn’t access my magic.”
Other than a rather guarded hum, Loki said nothing.
“Look, I know it sounds weird,” Theo sighed, “But if someone’s life is on the line, I don’t care what I have to do to save them - whether it’s magic or not - I care that they live. There is no place for pride in medicine.”
A silence fell between the pair. When Theo looked up from her glass, she met Loki’s exacting stare. The subtle movements as he studied her, lips pressed into a thin line, made Theo wonder just what occupied his mind - given his reactions up to that point, maybe he didn’t believe her.
“You’re the god of lies, you should know I’m not lying.” Theo finally challenged, arching an eyebrow of her own at Loki.
“I realize you are not lying,” he conceded, though it did nothing to ease the intensity of how he regarded her, “I simply find you rather… Perplexing.”
“Weird.” Theo corrected him with a small, amused smile. “You find me weird.”
“You aren’t like the others, I can say that with the utmost certainty.” Loki wryly replied, a smirk curling over his lips while his gaze softened. “Perhaps that’s why you are so intriguing.”
Theo allowed herself to sink back into her chair, taking another long drink of her whiskey.
“Why is it that you use your magic to heal others, rather than for your own benefit?” Loki spoke up once more, smirk firmly in place despite the steely glint that came to his eyes. “I’ve heard the answer you provided to the press, but there’s more to it, isn’t there? There must be something which ultimately drives your decisions.”
Apparently he hadn’t finished interrogating her yet.
Theo sighed, massaging her temple as she braced herself for another round of personal questions. “You’ve lost someone important to you before, right?”
Loki’s smirk dropped for a much colder expression.
“Relax - I’m not about to make you spill your trauma to me, and I’m not about to dump mine on you,” Theo drawled, arching an eyebrow at him. “My point is, that shit’s painful. It stays with you. You spend too much time wondering whether you could have done something differently to stop it from happening, thinking about what you wish you could have told them if you knew you’d never see them again. You know as well as I do that magic can’t fix that.”
Pausing to take a drink, Theo took the silence from Loki as an invitation to continue.
“I guess I’d like to think that if I know enough, or if I learn everything there is to know, maybe I can prevent other people from going through that kind of pain. Maybe I can make something good of a terrible experience.” she breathed deeply, then out a humorless chuckle. “Or maybe it’s just me being neurotic and I need therapy.”
When she finally worked up the courage to bring her eyes back up and meet Loki’s gaze, the skepticism and suspicion that he’d previously regarded her with was nowhere to be seen; instead, there was a softness that she had never seen before, a melancholic familiarity that tinted his expression.
“Now, in the interest of not receiving a surprise invoice after you start billing me for therapy, I think it’s time to change the subject,” Theo remarked, glancing around the room. “There’s an amazing library around us to explore. Give me the run-down; what are the must-see parts? The insider tips?”
It seemed that Loki was just as grateful for the diversion; with a curl of his lips, he quickly dove into sharing his guide to the space.
As she listened, Theo could already tell - she needed to be careful around him, or he just might be her downfall.
You look like I did You resist me just like this You can’t tell me to heal And it hurts remembering How it felt to shut down
It was like Theo was back in her residency all over again… Or at least, when she was at that stage of her life.
Takeout boxes scattered across the coffee table, each filled to varying extents with different foods. Julie ordered an entire spread of food, insisting that this was the best Chinese food in Midtown and Theo had to try a bit of everything now that she lived in Midtown. Two oversized glasses of merlot sat, one in front of each woman, as well as a half-empty wine bottle.
Julie decided, a whopping two days into Theo’s new role, that they were long-overdue for a girl’s night, which meant they ordered an absurd amount of probably unhealthy food, drank way too much wine, and talked about anything and everything. It took a lot longer for the plan to come to fruition - between all the things Theo had to do for onboarding and finding a moment when both doctors were free, it wasn’t until Theo was at the end of her onboarding period that they could find a night to relive their younger years.
Which led to Julie, ink black curls twisted into a topknot and clad in athleisure, sprawled out next to Theo on the couch as they swapped stories and made up for lost time.
“So let me get this straight: the entire time I’ve known you, you’ve had magic? And you didn’t say anything?!” Julie used her chopsticks to maneuver lo-mein straight from the box into her mouth, slurping up one rogue noodle.
“What the fuck would I say?” Theo laughed, then took a drink of her Merlot. “Hey, by the way, I’m a witch? And not in a funny Halloween way! I literally have magic!”
“No? I don’t know!” Julie exclaimed with a laugh and shook her head. “But that’s a hell of a secret to keep!”
“Well for a while it was kind-of illegal, if you think about it…” Theo gestured with her chopsticks.
“Right, the Accords.” Julie nodded. “But were you still using magic?”
“Of course I was,” Theo scoffed, “I wasn’t about to give that up - it’s way too convenient! There’s no way in hell I’d get Mémère to move, but I need to be able to see her often and get there fast. Magic lets me do that.”
Julie took a long drink of her wine, letting the burgundy liquid linger on her tongue before speaking. “Is magic why you’re so smart and why you’re so good at so many things?”
“I’m not omnipotent or all-knowing. I’m terrible at a lot of things.” Theo rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Just ask Max - I’m pretty sure he could list off a hundred things I’m terrible at in less than a minute.”
“Oh, right - Max!” Julie perked up, leaning in close and licking her lips. “How is he?”
“He finished his residency a few years back and moved back to Michigan, where he works as an oncologist. He married a pediatrician and they have the most precious three year old named Katie, who’s about to start preschool.”
“Damn, I always thought you should set us up.” Julie placed the back of one hand to her forehead, pretending to swoon. “But I suppose if he has his happily ever after…”
“Oh my god, Jules. You two would have murdered each other.” Theo snorted, reaching for a different box of takeout - this one looked like it had gyoza - and popping a dumpling in her mouth. She hadn’t fully finished chewing before she continued, pointing with her chopsticks to emphasize her response. “Besides, the last thing I need is the two of you ganging up to give me shit. Separate is more than enough!”
“Fine, I guess we won’t become related by marriage,” Julie barely got the faux-dramatic complaint out before she broke into a grin. “Hey, speaking of – you seeing anyone? Boyfriend, girlfriend, whoever?”
“No.” Theo nearly spit out her food at the question - given how hard it was for her to even find time to spend with a coworker, the answer seemed like it should have been obvious. “You’ve seen my calendar. When the hell would I have time to date someone?”
“Damn. I was hoping you were and they’d have a cute friend.” Jules sighed; then, a glint of something devious appeared in her eyes. “Wait, what about Loki?”
“What about him?”
“Why does he come down and visit you all the time?” Julie sat up, brow crinkled in thought. “I thought it was because you two had something going on, but it sounds like you don’t.”
“I mean, he’s friendly enough, but it’s not like that.” Theo shook her head, then began searching for something else to try. “He just decided to pay me a visit one day, and then it turned into a regular thing. It’s kind of weird - I assume he wants something from me, but I don’t know what. He hasn’t said anything one way or the other.”
“Have you asked him why he visits?”
Theo rolled her eyes. “That’s far too logical of a solution.”
“Do you think he likes you?” Julie wiggled her eyebrows at Theo, something devilish simmering beneath her smirk.
“I don’t think he hates me if he’s choosing to spend time with me.” Theo dryly replied, as she arched an eyebrow at Julie. “But I doubt that it’s anything like that. It seems like he’s more trying to figure out how I operate.”
“What if you asked him out?”
Theo couldn’t help but let her jaw drop at the question. “You realize that he’s my coworker and that I live with him, right?”
“So?” Julie shrugged nonchalantly. “You dated that surgical resident for a bit.”
“I didn’t live with him, and I didn’t realize he thought they were dates.” Theo pointed out. “If I dated Loki and it didn’t work, I’d practically be living a walk of shame every day.”
“Can you really be having a walk of shame if you slept with a god?” Julie wiggled her eyebrows at Theo a second time, this time paired with a massive, shit-eating grin.
“Sounds like you want me to set you up with him.” Theo deflected, not letting herself dwell on the thought of hooking up with Loki. Anyone who could see knew Loki was attractive, but Theo didn’t need that kind of a distraction in her life.
“No, but if you could set me up with Sam I wouldn’t complain.” Julie took a long drink of wine, her cheeks turning rosy-pink against olive skin. “In fact, I’d give my first born child to go out with him, even once.”
“I haven’t really talked to Sam, to be honest.” Theo sheepishly admitted, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
“Really?”
“Yeah…” Theo shrugged, staring down at her chopsticks. “Honestly, outside of Loki coming to chat with me, I haven’t really talked to any of the Avengers.”
Julie nearly spit her wine out. “You’re shitting me. You’ve been here for over a month and you’ve hardly talked to any of them?!”
“Jesus, settle down.” Theo held her hand out as if it would placate her friend, but Julie continued to gawk at her. “Honestly, it’s fine! This is supposed to be a temporary gig for me anyways. I would rather not get wrapped up in being an Avenger –” Theo scrunched her face into something unpleasant as she mocked the phrase ‘being an Avenger’ “–I still want to know how to be normal when all is said and done.”
Julie studied Theo for a moment, her playful demeanor gone and in its place something more… serious.
“They are more normal than you think.” Julie plucked a different takeout container from the table, rummaging through with her chopsticks before taking a bite. “I mean, Tony Stark is a bona fide celebrity through and through, but the rest of them are shockingly down to Earth. Is it like they haven’t tried to talk to you, or what?” “Not exactly?” Theo cringed, knowing Julie would flip out when she heard Theo’s explanation. “They’ve invited me to do stuff with them, I just… I haven’t accepted any of the invites.”
“Girl.” Theo didn’t have to look at her friend to hear the disappointment dripping from her response. “Why haven’t you gone with them?!”
“Because I don’t think they really want to get to know me!” Theo finally blurted out, allowing her exasperation to reveal itself. “When they found out I have experience with shadow magic and some experience dealing with shadow beasts, they all assumed I was some villain - plus, when Fury explained I was coming on board to help he told them, and I quote, ‘your mission is to make her stay.’ So not only do they all think I’m a terror or a freak, the only reason they’re talking to me is because it’s their fucking mission!”
By the time Theo finished her outburst, Julie’s expression had shifted from pure shock to studying the Silver Shadow with something unreadable in her espresso eyes.
“If that’s the case, why do you talk to Loki?”
“Because when I met everyone, he was the only one who seemed like he actually wanted to know me.” Theo muttered, then took a long drink of her wine.
Julie leaned forward, resting a hand on Theo’s knee. “Look, I know you had a rough start with them, and I’m sorry - it’s hard to feel like you’re an outsider. But I think if you took some time to get to know them, they’ll not only fall in love with you, but you might find that they aren’t so bad after all… And if not, I’ll kick their asses.”
Theo choked on her wine at the threat, which immediately left her doubled over coughing. Julie, on the other hand, burst into laughter.
“I would pay to see that.” Theo wheezed, though she was also laughing.
“It would be a shit show, but I’d do it for you.” Julie grinned at Theo, pride sparkling in her eyes. “Or for a date with Sam Wilson. I’m telling you, Nick Cage should have tried to steal that ass, because it is a national treasure.”
The truth never set me free So, I'll do it myself… You can't be too careful anymore When all that is waiting for you Won't come any closer You've got to reach out More... More... More.... More, More...
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Kimisute main story [4部] Part 2
Side: Argonavis
[Apollo Records office]
Furusawa: –so, I want you guys to participate in Genesis Trax’s project
Yuuto: Got it
Furusawa: The promotional live for the project is currently in the works. I know you just had that live a while ago but, I have trust that you can pull this one off just as well
Furusawa: It’d be helpful if you planned your new song around this project as well, I’ll leave it to you
Wataru/Rio: Yes.
Furusawa: It’s a big project so the direction will be stirred from over here but…
Furusawa: Is there anything you’re particular about?
Ren: a……………
Furusawa: Hm? Ren, something wrong
Ren: n-no. Everything’s fine….
Furusawa: Okay. Well, if there is something, just tell me later on if you want
Furusawa: Then, we’ll end today’s meeting here. You’ll be busy in the near future but good luck
Banri: Thank you very much
Furusawa: Yuuto. Stay back for a bit. There’s something I need to talk about
Yuuto: huh? o… understood
Wataru: Yuu. We’ll head back first then
Yuuto: yeah… see ya later
--[They leave]--
Yuuto: Furusawa-san, what did you mean by.. Talk?
Furusawa: You know what I’m referring to right?
Furusawa: It’s about your father
Yuuto: …guessed so…
Furusawa: Well off course. After the news broke you’ve been all over the place, I can’t just let it be either
Yuuto: did I… is it really that easy to see? I thought I was operating as normal…. But…
Furusawa: No self-awareness huh… then its pretty bad. So, have you been in contact?
Yuuto: With my family? …not in the slightest…
Furusawa: You…. Okay, listen to me. [--------]
--[Hallway]--
Banri: Will he be okay?
Ren: surely, it’s about his dad right…
Wataru: Since this is Furusawa-san we’re talking about, he’s probably talking to him so Yuu can get back to normal and calm down…
Rio: Well since Goryo isn’t the type to talk about his family on his own accord after all
Rio: We should also wait for him to feel comfortable enough to open up on his own as well
Wataru: Yeah, I’d say the same
Ren: Yuuto also has alot weighing on his shoulders right now too. So…
Banri: We should think about what to do from now on then. To lessen that burden on him
Wataru: Yup. I also want to get the new song concept down soon. Kikyo, maybe later we could have a meeting–
--[Footsteps]--
Ryuusuke: Woah, y’all were called by unc as well?
Rintaro: The only one not here is, your leader boy it seems
Wataru: Good work today. Yuu is currently talking to Furusawa-san at the moment
Ren: um. I’d like to apologize for not properly greeting you that time
Ryuusuke: Hm? ….oh~ that thing. We don’t really mind it so don’t worry so much
Ryuusuke: How-ever…
Ryuusuke: Nanahoshi. I need to tell you one thing.
Ren: Me..? What is it?
Ryuusuke: You… You’re not fulfilling your role as a vocalist one bit.
Ren: ….. —— Huh?
[Office]
Furusawa: Oh, good work today to you two
Ryuusuke: We arrived on time as requested
Rintaro: We met those Argonavis kids just now
Ryuusuke: The leader had this super muddled face when we passed by, something up?
Furusawa: Ah… well, just some stuff. More importantly, how are they in your opinions
Ryuusuke: Young
Furusawa: Well, if you’re looking at it that way then they’re always young. …plus, you know that's not what I meant
Ryuusuke: Being young isn’t a bad thing. The fresh vibe is a strong selling-point. The problem is… how long can they push through with just having ‘that’.
Furusawa: I see, as expected… I hope you’ll continue to look after them then
Ryuusuke: Yeah yeah, we don’t have a choice but to listen to your requests
Rintaro: So, what’s the main topic?
Furusawa: I’m sure you already know about it but… its about the project that Iryuu Koga is involved in
Furusawa: Hah! You don’t even need to ask, you have your answer
Ryuusuke: We’re joining it. Ain’t that right, Rin-chan
Rintaro: Of course. What Ryuusuke wants, is what I also want after all
Ryuusuke: It’s a dream come true kind of opportunity. We’re making a new song for this, and use his arena to give him the good ol�� one two…!
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yessss please, I would like to know more
Have I ever told yall it feels really good when y'all are hyped for something I wanna talk about?
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November 13th, 2:34 P.M.
Jack and John looked Bob over thoughtfully as they sat on the other side of the interrogation table. He seemed so… different like this. And no, it wasn’t the thin orange jumpsuit, nor the massive cuffs needed for his wrists. It wasn’t the change of scenery, the drab grays and loneliness sharply contrasting the bright, public environments he usually staged his massacres in.
It was his calm, downcast, almost sad expression. The complete opposite of his sinister smile and gaze that stares into your soul. The way he slouched in his chair. His former sadistic air had just about dissipated and he looked like little more than a pathetic old man. He was almost a different man.
“So…” John started with a sigh, sitting forward in his chair. “You’re a cannibal?”
Bob’s gaze flicked up for a moment, before settling back on the table in front of him, humming out a quiet agreement.
“And how many of your victims have you actually… eaten?” he pressed, keeping an eye on the biggest’s every movement, studying his body language.
Bob seemed to think for a moment, counting on his hand before looking up at them again.
“I believe a bit of each… so, technically, all of them…” he finally said, his gaze lowering once again as he spoke.
“And how did this whole cannibalism thing begin, Mr. Velseb?” Jack asked.
The oldest heaved a deep sigh, emotion beginning to show deep in his eyes.
“That’s an… old tale, officers. One that I’m sure would be too borin for ya…” he said carefully, his expression just barely displaying distress.
“I’m sure a tale that ends with you as a man-eating serial killer is far from boring,” John reasoned.
“Hm… I suppose you have a point, but it’s a tale I’m not too… fond of, let’s say.”
“And why is that?” Jack questioned.
“Have you… ever been betrayed, officers? Either of ya?”
“Not yet, no,” the other ravenette answered, his partner grunting in agreement.
“Hm. ‘Yet.’ Bein realistic, I see… how else can I put this, then?” he seemed deep in thought for a few minutes before he continued.
“Have you ever done somethin you regret, but knew, in that moment, that you had to?”
“Well, yeah, of course,” Jack answered again.
“As officers, we usually have to make that decision on the field,” John affirmed, silently hoping that being a bit more open with Bob would encourage the same.
“Well… my story starts with a decision like that… or, well, the crimes did…”
He took a deep breath, finally locking eyes with the two.
“My story begins with me… and a friend. My closest friend, and maybe most loyal customer, a man named Corey, twelve long years ago. He and he were inseparable. Game nights, huntin, watchin football, every cliche thing two men could do, we were doin. And we loved it.
“He’d come by Boys ‘N Grills damn near every day at lunch, and we’d chat about whatever came to mind. Somethin new that caught our eyes, different grillin techniques, an idea about what to do after work, everythin.
“In fact, one day, Corey suggested we’d go hikin. He insisted it’d be a fun little adventure, and dammit, he looked so excited, how could I say no? Heh, it was endearin, almost cute as one of y’all might put it.
“We packed our things, and, around October 15th-ish, I believe, we set out in the woods. I remember it was right smack-dab in the middle of Spooky Month, and he was so excited for our ‘Spooky hike’, as he put it. And, I’ll admit, I was excited, too. It was nice gettin to go out and do somethin new with him.
“But, despite everythin we packed, our first mistake was leavin behind our compass. When me and him realized this, Corey assured me that we didn’t need it, that if we kept track of how many turns we made, we’d be alright. But that was our second mistake, trustin either of us to remember anythin while occupied with all the sights. After a while, all the trees started to look the same, and when I finally got scared of losin our way, it was too late. Corey kept insistin that we weren’t lost and could get back home easy, but I wasn’t sure… he should’ve listened to me…”
Bob trailed off, clutching his bandaged right hand. The searing pain from the bullet wound, when his hand had been shot to disarm him, felt like a little bug bite in comparison to the pain growing in what used to be a hollow chest. He wanted to focus more on the wounds outside than inside. He didn’t want to tell this story. But he had to, he knew he did.
“Hours turned to days… days turned to weeks… weeks turned to half a damn month we were out there. We were growin desperate after runnin out of food within the first few damned days… We couldn’t tell poisonous berries apart from safe and didn’t dare run the risk. We hadn’t brought any guns or fishin rods, and no matter how hard we tried, spearfishin always ended with us empty handed. We were lucky we didn’t see any bears or wolves out there, or I don’t think I’d’ve survived, either…”
“Are you saying that Corey died in the woods?” Jack interjected.
“If you’d let me finish, you’d’ve found that out… but yes… one day, Halloween, I think it was, somethin… happened to him. He couldn’t take it anymore. And, with the only weapon we had, a single damn pocket knife, he attacked me… caught me off-guard and cut me up real bad. The whole time I tried to fight him off, tryin to get him to snap out of it, tellin him we’d be ok, that someone would find us. Tryin to have the positivity that he’d had at the beginnin, but he wasn’t havin none of it. He kept talkin about how out there, there was no friendship. There was no partnership. There was no ‘us’…” his gaze turned to the mirror at the side of the room, “Just me, him, and hunger, and that one of us had to go, so the other could go on. I just wanted to get him off of me… I just wanted to stay alive, I…” he began to choke on his words, feeling tears trying to push past his defenses. He couldn’t cry, not here, not now. Not with two officers staring him down, probably more behind the walls. But at the same time, telling his story was hard, and it made breaking down so easy, the very last things that he wanted to do, he had to do in this confession. He took a deep breath to try to compose himself and force the tears back, trying not to hear the whispers in his mind, what the police could possibly be saying about him, and press on with his story.
“When we were fightin, I… I threw him against a tree. I didn’t think it was that hard, but… I was wrong… he wasn’t movin… he wasn’t respondin… he wasn’t even breathin… I wanted him to be paralyzed, I really did, because even that was better than the truth… but… I knew what I’d done to him… I’d broken his back, and I’d killed him… I don’t remember how long I cried, just that we’d fought around noon, and when my eyes finally cleared, it was dark. I’d killed my best friend, officers… And… I was so hungry… I know I should have just tried to look for something else, but at that moment… I… I don’t think I cared anymore…”
“Don’t say it…” Jack mumbled quietly.
“I ate him… I ate Corey… I felt like some kind of savage animal… it was the most bitter thing I’ve ever eaten… it tasted like pennies and raw pork and was every bit as bitter as straight, black coffee… And that’s not even the worst part…” he trailed off, losing his battle against his own tears despite how hard he tried to stay composed.
Seeing him in distress like this, even if he was a wanted criminal, it almost made the two officers feel bad for him.
“What was the worst part, then?” John prompted him to keep telling his story.
“The worst part… was that they found us the next day… or, I guess… they found me the next day… Corey was nothin more than a broken, dismembered corpse… and I’d buried him, so, they never found the body… My best friend, he deserved better than that… If I’d just held off one more day, if we’d held off just one more day I wouldn’t even be here right now!”
“That’s only one killing, what about the other several over the years?” Jack interjected, standing up.
“Officers… by now you must have noticed the pattern…”
“Yes, of course we have. One to three killings, every Halloween for the past eleven years, this year being the only exception besides the years you were in prison. We’d assumed it was to disguise it as a show.”
“That’s… not quite the truth. If you remember, I told you that me and Corey fought on Halloween… I ate him on Halloween night… well… somethin must have happened that night… or maybe there was somethin in his body but… Every Halloween, I get hungry… so, so uncontrollably hungry. I spend the day fightin it off, and the night… well, you can guess…”
“Hm… well, what changed this year? Like Jack said, this is the only year, besides your prison time, when you didn’t successfully kill someone. And we got to you pretty damn late, so what was keeping you from killing someone?” John asked, leaning forward in his chair as his partner sat back down. “Did it have something to do with this?”
The brunette produced a golden amulet tucked securely in an evidence bag. The amulet had a large, circular charm with a similarly round, baby-blue gem in the center, and two flowing, feather shaped decorations on the bottom. He set it down on the table and allowed the fugitive to examine it, although a single glance showed Bob knew exactly what it was.
“Where did you get that…?”
“One of our coworkers found it while we were going through your things, checking for evidence in case someone tried to plead a case for you. Interestingly enough, it looks just like the amulet worn by the assumed cultists running around, like this one,” Jack informed Bob, placing an image of a cultist on the table for proof.
“We’ll give you a moment to collect yourself, maybe some time to let it out,” John offered, noticing how the man was still having trouble from his near-breakdown earlier, “And then, maybe you can tell us what’s going on with you and the cult.”
A whisper near the door caught the attention of the two, whipping around to see the face of one of the aforementioned coworkers, none other than Shotty themself.
“Psst, guys, we got it,” they whispered, motioning to the two.
Jack nodded as he and John stood.
“Stay put and let it out, we’ll be right back. And don’t try anything,” he warned before the two headed out, meeting up with their colleagues.
“How much you get outta that guy?” Cap questioned, peering into the one-way window at Bob, who was finally crying, now that he was under the impression that he was alone.
“A lot, but it was all how he came to be a cannibal, and his urges. Did you two get what we asked?” John asked the two.
“Yep! And can I just add, this is a great thing you two are doing, especially you, Jack. I’ve never seen you give someone a second chance before,” Shotty said as they handed the stack of papers off.
“What are you talking about? I’ve given plenty of people a second chance!” Jack argued, a little offended.
“Name one.”
“Every cop in this town?”
“There’s four cops in this town, excluding you,” Cap pointed out, “And you never needed to give John a second chance because he’s basically our boss! Oh, also, not to divert or anything, but we figured the big guy would appreciate this stuff,” he handed the two a pack of tissues and a glass of water.
“Good, thanks. You two are being… really considerate towards a criminal. Something going on?” Jack asked, a bit suspicious of their behavior.
Shotty rolled their eyes a bit. “C’mon Jack, not everyone is as mean as you. I mean, yes, he has killed, like, a lot of people, but he still deserves tissues and water. Not to mention, from what we understand, he can’t actually help it, sooooo…”
“Fair. Now, we got one more job for you,” John finally spoke up again. “We need you to go talk to the mayor about our plan. He’ll listen to you more than he listens to us, for some god-forsaken reason, so if you talk to him about it, chances are he’ll listen.”
“You got it, boss,” Cap assured him.
“We’re on it! To Evermore’s houseeee!” Shotty cheered as they and Cap left.
“Hey, wait, don't go to his-! And they’re gone… oh those two are going to get fired one day…” the brunette grumbled.
Jack chuckled quietly, shifting the papers in his arms and looking into the one-way window at a now calming Bob.
“Looks like he’s stopping, should we head back in?”
“Mhm. Time to figure out what’s going on with that cult.”
The two stepped back into the interrogation room, Jack clutching the papers to his chest and holding the door as John carried over the tissues and water for Bob, sliding them over the table to the oldest. Wiping away his tears as the door slammed shut, the killer sighed heavily, having just let out twelve years of pent-up emotions in the span of a few minutes. He took a long sip of water as John continued from earlier.
“So, now that we’ve given you some time, what can you tell us about the cult?” the brunette got straight to the point.
“Nothin… I can’t tell ya nothin,” Velseb grumbled.
“And why is that?”
“I made a promise… and I always keep my promises. A good man always does, after all…”
“Barely a good man…” Jack grumbled, setting the paperwork in his lap.
“Well, I’m a man of my word, that’s for damn sure. And my word says I’ll keep quiet about that cult. All I can tell ya is they’re far more harmless than they seem.”
“Somehow, I have trouble believing that,” John argued. “But, is there anything we could do that could possibly convince you?”
“For that, officers, you’d have to do the impossible.”
“Which is?”
“Find out how to cure whatever the hell is wrong with me…”
The partners looked at each other before nodding, a knowing look in their eyes.
“Actually, Mr. Velseb, there might be a way,” Jack informed him, placing the stack of papers on the table, sliding them over to his fellow ravenette, who gave them a skeptical look.
“What’s this?”
“Paperwork. Paperwork to get you transferred from prison to a rehabilitation facility. This could be the key to your new life, Bob. With enough effort, we could help you completely get rid of your cannibalism… curse, in a sense. You’d never have to eat another person to satiate yourself again. In a few years time, you could be living a normal life, maybe even have a family,” John explained, gently pushing the papers more towards the unwilling cannibal.
“As nice as that’d be, officers… I’m afraid my reputation has been set in stone. No matter how many years of rehab I go through, I’ll always be Bob Velseb, feared and hated serial killer… no one will trust me to be in a store, no one will trust me to be alone. I’ll be monitored by everyone, no matter how many years go by. I’ll never have a normal life, nor a family. It’s too late to change that fact. However…” he began to think further about it, “your offer is temptin. Even if I can’t have a ‘normal life’, it would be nice to not have to deal with… whatever the hell happened to me. Do ya really think it’ll work…?”
“As long as you cooperate, then I think anything is possible, including helping you,” Jack reasoned, “but we need the information only you can give us.”
“You’re askin some pretty sensitive information… these people you’re investigatin, they’re not doin anythin wrong. I know they seem odd, maybe even creepy, but in all honesty, it’s more like a lil family thing. But that’s about all I can tell ya…”
“I know you can tell us a lot more, Mr. Velseb, and we can’t give you the papers until we have everything we need. It might seem a little unfair to you, but we can’t give you any sort of reward until we get what we asked for.”
Bob sighed a bit. He hated it, but understood. He’d either have to break his promise, or live out the rest of his life with an unbearable ‘curse’ in prison, most likely solitary confinement. Frankly, one option was far preferable to the other.
“Hm. Fine, I’ll tell ya what it seems like ya need to hear.”
The two cops glanced at each other before leaning forward a bit, signifying that they were listening.
“The cult isn’t quite what ya might be thinkin it is. The cult isn’t some high-and-mighty ‘our god is the only real god’, sacrificin, blood-thirsty, cliche cult from every doomsday movie. But, one thing’s for sure… that thing, whatever the hell it is… is real. I’ve looked into the depths of the hole it’s in, and I could almost feel it lookin back at me. They wanted me to meet it, but… they were kind when I refused. They seemed to understand, they let me in anyway. The leader, he told me that they didn’t like makin people uncomfortable. That they promoted comfort and happiness in the cult. As a matter of fact, they wanted me as a scout so they could help me overcome what I went through. I help them, they help me.
“They’re like a big family, the leader actin as a dad, in a way. Said somethin bout how he has a kid at home so it’s nothin new to him, I dunno. They meet every now and again, in that house on that hill. There’s a hole in the floor there that leads right to it. I’ve never seen it personally, but some of the members described it to me. Said it looks like a giant, pinkish, broccoli lookin thing, who’s head fades into darkness above, millions of baby-blue eyes formin the stars. A huge mouth that doesn’t even look like it’s connected with huge teeth that are on the outside, and long, kinda fluffy tentacles. They’ve told me what it’s like to look into it’s eyes, or, ‘the stars’, as they call it. They’ve said it makes ya almost numb, then their memories start blurrin together. I never get a straight answer of what happens after that, except that they ‘wake up’ feelin happy and calm, and that they’re already out of the hole when they come to. In fact, it can completely change someone’s attitude and everythin. I’m actually pretty close with someone who used to be bitter and spiteful, accordin to him, but after seein that thing, he was one of the calmest, kindest people I’d ever seen.
“Maybe that’s why I agreed to their deal… maybe I thought that thing could fix me. It seems like it changes people for the better. Bout everyone there either acted like that man, or was cheerful and sweet. I thought, if nothin else, it could make me happier. But, I got scared. I wussed out. I didn’t wanna see that thing, it sounded terrifyin. But, I guess in doin so, I kinda distanced myself from them, and the odd things that they liked…”
“What kind of things?” John asked, intrigued by his descriptions.
“Well, for the most part, affection. Especially ticklin. I don’t know why, but that seems like the thing everythin is centered around in that cult. I’ll run into people who can’t so much as say the word without lightin up in the face like a Christmas tree, or people who can say it so casually that they have full-blown conversations about it. I’ll walk past two or three tickle fights each meetin, ones that, half the time, end up bein very one-sided. Sometimes I’ll even let loose and join in. Though when that usually happens, I practically get dog piled and tickled until I can’t stop laughin for damn near an hour…” he chuckled a bit to himself, “It’s fun, though… I have to admit, they’ve got a damn good idea.”
“Tickling?” Jack asked in astonishment. Something so innocent from people who he’d thought just a few minutes ago were dangerous.
“Idea?” John echoed Bob’s words, more focused on the goal of this cult.
“Mhm. Spreadin happiness through a love of ticklin. It’s said that if you don’t already like it, seein the monster makes ya love it. I, personally, don’t mind it. But it’s not a strange, super-obsessive kinda love, it’s more like a sorta… what’s the word that he used…? Hyper… hyper… hyper-something-or-other… ah, hyperfixation, yeah. Basically, it’s almost always in the back of their minds, even when they don’t know it. Accordin to them, havin this shared love, bein able to confide in each other and be genuinely vulnerable with each other is actually really nice. And they wanna share this with the town. Simple as that.”
“That’s… really it? No hostile takeover bid? No ominous prophecy? No blood sacrifices?” Jack questioned, still in disbelief.
“Didn’t I tell ya at the start? No, none of that cliche doomsday shit. They just want to turn this small town into a happy family,” Bob reiterated, slightly annoyed.
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I’m Gonna Go Off About How Good Avatar: Way of The Water Was
Because apparently nobody else wants to and that is patently LAME.
SPOILERS AHEAD
I want to be so REAL with y’all, that movie BROKE me. Not just in a mindless entertainment way like soooooo many people believe the Avatar franchise is. It had some serious food for thought in it, hamfisted environmentalist allegories be damned because you know what maybe we SHOULD have more hamfisted environmentalist movies if the message ain’t getting through otherwise.
I think it’s so weird that some people seem to believe Way of The Water is just the first one over again but in the ocean. When really it’s just that Quadritch is alive for sci-fi reasons and it’s humans being terrible to an environment that doesn’t belong to them. So you know, normal stuff like ✨characters and themes✨
So many new elements got introduced to the story. The consequences of Jake’s actions from the first film having more ripples and settling with that guilt and the Na’vi themselves having diverse reactions to Jake and his family in a way that makes a lot of sense.
The Tulkan, yet another highly intelligent species on Pandora beyond the humanoid Na’vi and the complex consciousness of Eywa. The fact that the na’vi can communicate with them through sign language and that even tho they’re extremely intelligent humans with slaughter them for a tiny highly valuable fraction of their body? Hmmm 🤔 sounds familiar.
Neytiri’s hatred of humans in general strokes clashing with her love of Jake and her resentment for Quadritch’s son Spider.
OH MAN AND THE KIDS ARE SO INTERESTING TOO
Spider being the son of toxic military macho man and yet feeling as tho he belongs to the na’vi, human physically but not in his soul. Being forced to translate for his dad to try and protect as many na’vi as he can as him and his military avatar goons try and smoke Jake out. Knowing Neytiri will never accept him. That’s a FASCINATING character right there.
Lo’ak bonding with an ostracized Tulkan, having a complicated relationship with his dad (Jake) because they’re pretty much TOO much alike. The fact that he doesn’t let his dad let himself drown near the end by showing every ounce of wisdom he’s learned from the Metkayina. “I see you” INDEED. That shit b r o k e me!
And KIRI oh my gawd gurl what is UP with you??? I think the more we learn about this girl the more we’re going to learn about Eywa. My theory is because Grace was the first and probably only human to not only figure out at least a fraction of what Eywa essentially is on a scientific level but also died on the world and might’ve basically become part of Eywa and maybe even given her/it the means to interface with the na’vi (like KIRI especially) on a verbal/more direct level. Which potentially could make Kiri the bridge between Humans, Na’vi and Eywa. THAT IS SO COOL.
That’s not even getting into how cool all the new Metkayina characters are (with some serious potential) Ronal, Tonowari, Aonung and Tsireya. Ronal is just pure badassery (going to war while pregnant?! Holy shit girl!). I sense an intriguing friendship forming between Tonowari and Jake “Your son is buried with our ancestors, you are Metkayina now”. The beginnings of a possible friendship between Lo’ak and Aonung and the almost definite romantic arc they’re prob gonna do with Lo’ak & Tsireya.
All the relationships and interpersonal character drama in this franchise is intriguing to me. Even if the theme part is a little redundant, you can’t deny the new characters are gonna make things REALLY interesting provided the writing stays as good as it’s been.
Also I eat Pandora Na’vi clan lore for breakfast, I hope we get introduced to even more clans than the Omaticaya and Metkayina in the future.
Was it maybe a little longer than necessary? Maybe. Was quaritch’s resurrection a little slapdash? Yeah a little but not enough to make his evolution as a character boring imo.
Anyway I’m sick of people who act like stuff is bad just cuz it’s popular and doesn’t have a steady fandom. Do you know what did well critically that had environmental themes and barely had a fandom too? Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance I don’t think it’s any less cool or promising for it. Yes I’m a little bitter that people aren’t talking about this movie why??
P.S. If you like this franchise check out Tsu’tey’s Path from Dark Horse comics. Gives a bunch of deleted scenes lore more context and fleshes out one of the most interesting na’vi characters from the first film.
#not trek#Lars rambles#avatar#avatar the way of water#james cameron avatar#avatar meta#way of the water meta#movie meta#jake sully#neytiri#lo’ak sully#spider quaritch#avatar spider#kiri augustine#avatar kiri#grace augustine#metkayina#tulkans#eywa#na’vi#tonowari#Ronal#tsireya#aonung#this movie has been living rent free in my head for two weeks and there is sparse fan content ugggggh#underutilized imo
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😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 6. Liar.
A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!
Hi!!! I have been feeling 💔 real poopy lately so i might . Take a break. 😔 If i do i will announce it on another post :( i want to keep writing but honestly I’ve been real blegh and I think i’m nearing burn out. Anyways i have nothing else to say rn so. Enjoy! :D
Edit: so sorry if y’all saw the draft that posted in the morning . 😭 i thought it was deleted since it didn’t show up scheduled or on my page??? Weird 🤨 anyways so sorry to those who saw it! Here’s the part! Enjoy!
Summary: You lie to Anne and you face the consequence of your action.
Warnings: mentions of feeling sick and mentions of eye contact.
You were never good at lying. Every lie you ever told was always discovered. Most of your lies were harmless. You usually lied about losing your homework or about doing a chore which you didn’t do. One time you even lied about your dad’s robe being cool. You told small lies that didn’t hurt anyone. Except the robe one that one definitely hurt your dad. Usually your lies never hurt anyone, they were small and they were harmless.
Until now… Now you were lying about having never met the druids most wanted enemy. You looked Anne dead in the eye, and you told her a druid took Khaan. You told her a druid whose name you did not know found you in the forest. You told her he took Khaan, and gave you your new mare to make the ride home. You felt guilt set deep in your stomach when Anne smiled at you. She believed you… She believed you were telling the truth. She believed you were being 100% honest with her. She believed you because what proof did she have to back up that you would lie to her?
The leader believed, but her friends didn’t. As you told your story Lisa, Linda, and Alex gave you looks that told you exactly how they felt. Lisa asked you “what was his name?” You repeated that you were too busy making your way out of the forest to ask any questions. Linda asked, “how did you keep the bridle?” You said he had a halter on hand, and when you saw it you asked to keep your bridle. You added that it was too cool to let him take it. Alex asked, “why are you at the docks?” You told her you were walking around in hopes of finding the group. Anne’s friends did not get to ask you any further questions because Anne spoke.
She told you she was sorry about Khaan. You gave her your best fake sad look telling her that it was “okay” and that he was in “good hands.” At least that part was true. You listened to her as she told everyone that since the mission was over it was time to go back to Valedale. Now you were riding side by side with Anne. You felt guilty for lying to her. Really, really guilty so guilty you felt like you were going to be sick. Your only comfort for how you were feeling was your mare. She neighed at you, and she nipped at your pants. She could feel how you were feeling. It did not take a magical bond for her to feel how awful you felt.
You smiled sadly at her giving her a pat on her shoulder which earned you another neigh from her. She was the only horse making noise. All the other horses were quiet. Just like their riders they too were highly suspicious of you. You had an awfully familiar scent of smoke. The scent and your mood only made their suspicions worse. If only their humans had a good nose like them. Then they would know exactly who you were hiding from them. Ever since you left Goldenhills you had all been riding in an uncomfortable silence. That was a full day ago.
The silence was slowly killing you. You were getting closer to your home. You were in the heart of Hollow Woods. You really wanted to ride back by yourself, but Anne said she had to deliver you. If she let you go alone and you got hurt Avalon would never let her hear the end of it. He would surely have her kicked out of the Soul Riders for not keeping an eye on you like she said she would. She couldn’t lose you again. When the silence became too much for you, you asked Anne if you could change the pace from a walk to a gallop.
Luckily for you she accepted. Now you were all galloping through Hollow Woods. When you saw Valedale show up in the distance you let out a sigh. You could not wait to be home. You couldn’t wait to order a pizza, sit down with your dad, and forget everything that happened. Some stuff was good though, so you decided to forget most of it but not all of it. You all slowed your horses as you rode into Valedale. You looked down at your mare giving her a big smile, she let out a whinny.
“You’re going to love Valedale, girl!” You didn’t know if the mare had a name, so you were just calling her girl. You did not see a tag on her bridle like the one Khaan had on his. Did Sabine even name her? Your mare let out a snort. The long ride had drained most of her energy. You comfort her by saying “we’re almost home girl.” When you made it home you got off your mare leading her into the little walk-in barn that belonged to Khaan.
Your dad bought it pre-built. It was set up quickly so Khaan would have somewhere to rest while he healed. Now the walk-in barn belonged to the mare. She stood patiently as you took off her tack and you groomed her. She relaxed as you brushed her mane. After she was all brushed you gave her hay, water, and some treats. She thanked you by licking your hand when you held out the treats. You said goodnight to her, and you headed home holding your licked hand away from you.
You walked inside, and you saw the Soul Riders in the kitchen. You thought they had already left. It looked like they weren’t planning to leave anytime soon since your dad was making them something to eat. It all started with them in your kitchen and now it ended there too. Your feelings had changed though, you went from anger to guilt. What an awesome change. You decided to join everyone for dinner, but first you had to wash your hands.
You laid down letting out a sigh as your sore muscles tried to relax. It was nice to be back in your bed. Nothing beat being back home in your own bed after a long trip. Your dad stood at your door. He smiled warmly at you, and you smiled back tiredly. “Goodnight” he said in a whisper. You replied to him with “goodnight dad” your volume was a bit louder than his.
Your dad gave you a nod before gently shutting your door. When his steps went quiet, and you heard his room door close you sat up. You grabbed your phone from your nightstand. It was charging, so you had to be careful not to pull on the cord. You opened up the contacts app, and you looked through it. You were really sleepy, so the screen looked like a blurry mess. It took you a while to find the number you wanted.
You pressed it being careful as you pressed the text icon. It was dangerously close to the call icon. You definitely did not want to call the owner of the number. It was late at night it would be rude to call her even if it were by accident. Your phone took you to the texting app. You watched as the little text bar flickered as it waited for you to write a text. You thought about what to write. You did not want to sound super formal… You also did not want to sound too informal… You thought it over for a bit.
When you felt like you came up with something good you started typing. ‘Hi! Meet in Everwind? Saturday?’ it was Wednesday so Saturday was two days away. You felt the text was good because it was short and straight to the point. You felt it was too lame and a bit mysterious, so you added a :) and you also added who it was from. You sent the text, and you put your phone back down on your nightstand. You were about to lay back down, but you were stopped by your phone buzzing. You looked at the screen seeing it light up. A text containing ‘sure’ with a thumbs up and a horse emoji flashed across your screen.
Ty for reading! :D while editing my wifi suddenly went down and everything i had on here was . Deleted. Thats it thats my last straw i am never writing again 💀.
#ssoblr#sso#star stable online#sabinessoxreader#sabinessofanfic#annevonblyseensso#lisapetersonsso#alexcloudmillsso#lindachandasso#avalonsso#mentioned >#khaansso#sabinesso#ssofanfic#honestamente creo que voy a borrar mi cuenta .#sharkpupsblogwrites!‼️🗣#lookingforssomoots💔
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Twice Upon a Time - Neverafter Eps 4+5
Once Upon a Time and Down Came the Rain
Hey Y’all!
Happy New Year!
As I noted in a post about a week ago, I was home for the holidays with very little access to wifi so I missed a week–a very lore heavy and trippy week–and I am butting up against the drop of a new episode so, as promised at the start of this batch of recaps, I’m gonna do my best to catch us up without burning myself out and hopefully we’ll be back to normal recaps next episode.
So, first up, let’s quickly run through what everyone went through during their resurrections in episode 4: Once Upon a Time.
Pinocchio has perhaps the most harrowing time. After a quick chat with his ghost cricket conscience (bc in the OG tale, he straight up murders him, as one does) he is summoned by his very disappointed “mother”. When he sees her, there is a crack of light in the doorway from where he stole the doorknob but he caves and tells her that he found her house and gives her all the loot he took (knob, photo, knife). He’s really worried about his dad and even MORE worried when the stepmother uses Geppetto's blood to give him more power so maybe he’ll do better protecting Roz this time around (she seems to be on a diff plane with Gepetto, making Gepetto her only source of blood). Pinocchio is now a little more fucked up and he has a crow familiar that he’s not very fond of. Then he’s sent back to life but not *his* life. His stepmother throws him into a different version of the Neverafter (a darker one, which is the running theme of these resurrections) and he fully takes the place of the Pinocchio in this world. Yikes!
Puss in Boots gets a very meta sequence where he meets up with two other tricksters–Fox and Rabbit. They seem to be, in a very literal sense, the archetypal trickers you see in stories like Brer Rabbit or the Fox in Pinocchio (and it’s implied that in other versions of Pinocchio–Puss or really “Cat” is also the cat that leads Pinocchio astray with the Fox). At one point the Rabbit says “We have to work together for the rest of storytelling,” which is super meta. The Fox thinks he’s gotten a little too deep in his attachments to the people he’s messing with (which is maybe proven a bit true when he shows he’s still protective over Tomas) while the Rabbit seems a bit more on his side. Before he’s sent back, he gets some new gear (including wolf tooth daggers called “The Fangs of Isengrim”) and also sees a giant spider web which screams Anansi to me (especially now that I’ve seen ep 5 and know how many cultures Brennan is pulling from here).
Roz gets my fave sequence in which she meets Cinderella (Lou Voice: Another secret Black woman?) who gives this wild info dump. Basically, she says that because of the nature of the Neverafter, princesses tend to have special abilities–most relevant here, the ability to live more “once upon a times” than other people. Cindy and Snow have been looking for Roz for a while and it’s been hard because she spends 100 years of her story asleep and it’s hard to find a window to get to her. Cindy says that the Neverafter began when the Times of Shadow did and the powers that be don’t necessarily like this crossover thing that’s happening. She says that as she died over and over she began to become aware of her past lives and she realized that someone–namely the fairies–had been bending events so that things would always go a certain way. For instance, her mother would always die. So, she’s team free will. Roz is a little naive to all this talk, still hoping for a prince and a happily ever after (with Cindy very endearingly trying to be patient with her) when Roz (with a nat 20 Insight) starts getting flashes of her past lives–good and bad–and it all starts to click with her. Cindy tells her that she should meet up back with her friends. She says that witches can be helpful but she thinks in the end they’ll side with the fairies. She also tells her to look for a dancing mute girl near a beach (the Little Mermaid I’m sure) if she can. Oh and she also warns Roz that there are MANY Once Upon a Times but not UNLIMITED ones and they’re running out. She leaves Roz with some encouraging words about love being real even if their lives have been manipulated and then Roz wakes up covered in briars again. But, this time, she’s way more skilled because she got 7 fairy gifts in this version instead of 3 and she busts her way out via a combo of brute strength and calling swarms of animals to do her bidding.
Red awakens in a nice sunny forest with the Wolf and we learn that apparently, the Wolf told her to kill him before she got her curse, which is interesting. Anyway, the Wolf seems to be just like, an honestly kind of chill representation of The End. Like, he’s not killing you cause he hates you. He’s killing you cause It’s Your Time. He takes Red to a crossroads and to one path is a story where the woodsman comes and kills the wolf and it’s happier for her (though, she’d still be her in her current state it seems) and to the other path is an even more fucked up version of the story. It’s very Red Pill, Blue Bill. She asks to speak with her Grandma to help decide and the wolf leaves and her Grandma appears. With her Grandma there, she attempts to make a break for it, but when her Grandma starts down the darker path, Red notices her ears are a bit too long and suspects she’s being manipulated by the wolf. This doesn’t seem to quite be the case though. It’s like her Grandma just also has a bit of wolf in her. Or maybe they’re kind of the same person? It’s very trippy. Anyway, her Grandma tells her that her real friends will see the wolf in her and still love her and that she’s not a monster. Red chooses the darker path, of course, and finds herself at the edge of the cliff with a forest below. The Wolf is there again and begins violently dying–he has to die for Red’s story to start (a more violent version of the story btw, where she kills the woodsman which is not great for her psyche lemme tell you). Before he dies, he helps buff Red a bit and also says that there is something/one else connected to him in this version of the story (implied to be the 3 Little Pigs because Red hears snorting and also the Wolf is getting burned, like he does at the end of that story). Red demands answers from whoever is doing this and she wakes up in Pottingham in a stronger version of her body.
Gerrard wakes up floating in water with the shard still stuck in chest cause the narrative hates him. He is found by Turquina (aka the Fairy with the Turquoise hair, aka the fairy that brought Pinocchio to life). He fails horribly to pull it out (Nat 1) and Turq tells him to be careful, treating him with lots of princely deference. She is very helpful on the surface but seems to demonstrate what Cindy was saying about fairies being very manipulative of their narratives. She’s all, “It’s a good thing you were frogged the FIRST time but the SECOND time it shouldn’t have happened, that’s off script and we need to get it right”. Ger is basically on board–except for when she mentions changing Elody back. Then he’s like, “The problem isn’t Elody, the problem is everything else.” Also, when he offhandedly mentions Tim’s book, she seems a bit too eager to know more and he tries to cover it up. Anyway, Turq says the fairies are working really hard to put things right and she needs his shard but she can’t actually touch it so she needs him to take it out then leave it in a moonlit glade and a fairy will come pick it up. Also, she needs to bring him back to life but he’ll come back kinda more fucked up. But that’s OK! she says. It just needs to get worse before it gets better. Turq also says that they need to be careful because Roz may have been in contact with some troublemakers (aka Cindy and co). She says that if Ger helps her with this, the fairies will make helping him and Elody their top priority. He then wakes up in a darker world in a more froglike body with memories of Elody on a totally bloodied horse on the battlefield and knowledge that in this version of the story, instead of kissing him to turn him back to prince, Elody threw his froggy body against a wall. Fairy tales are wild y’all. And the shard is STILL in him because, again, the narrative hates him.
Finally, we come to Tim who is riding on the back of a kind golden goose. She’s strikingly similar to the gander, but…you know..not horrific. She tells him that he’s kind of like her brother and the yin to her yang. She can’t be where he is and visa versa. Good things follow her and bad things follow him. Tim still has his book as everyone else had their key items. The Goose tells him a bunch of info including that some fairies, all witches, and some princesses know what’s going on here. And I’m gonna break out the bullets here just so we can finish off these flashbacks:
The Goose says that the people in the book are happy but it’s not like a permanent solution.
In the world they’re going to, Jack isn’t his son. It is also the version where Jack does the beanstalk and giant killing thing.
The book is connected to the Goose and has more power than he can imagine.
Things can be brought out of the book.
Jack has way more stories than most people.
(Question: If Tim had no Jack in this version, I wonder what his first wish was.)
Once their conversation is done, Tim is dropped into his new story. He sees an illustration in his book of 8 fairies, and he knows all his friends are in this world.
Oh, and we never learn about what the red gems are about! Hate that!
And that’s the quick and dirty rundown of this ep. An important thing I wanna make clear in case it wasn’t. Every character except for Pinocchio is now running around with two sets of memories. Their past life and their new one. Got it? Cool. So now we can jump into episode 5: Down Came the Rain.
This is mostly a setup ep, so we’re gonna do bullet points again.
Everyone meets up in their new forms at a tavern called The Cock and Toad.
Roz is now followed around by a bunch of woodland creatures in a cloak as her body guard.
Red’s breath is a lot more big and bad now (she took 2 levels of druid because, as I always say, Emily NEEDS spell slots or she will DIE).
When Ger comes in, Red takes out the shard with a Nat 20.
Oh, also, everyone is level 3 now!
Everyone kind of catches each other up about what they saw in their visions more or less. Ger is a little cagey about Turq telling him to give her the shard but he’s too sweaty to hide his lie by omission for long and everyone is like nah we gotta put the shard in the book.
When Pinnochio describes the fairy that visited him when he had to lie–the shadowy one–Roz realizes it sounds a lot like the fairy who cursed her. Fairy overlap! I knew it!
Also there is a talking and very sad dish here w/ relationship drama (as in The Dish Ran Away With The Spoon) because this is Brennan and he can’t resist making something very silly very serious.
Tim gets the Dish to tell him his whole sob story in a corner of the bar and he disappears into the book in motes of golden light. In his book, the words “The Dish Ran Away With the Spoon” appear. Tim also feels like he’s reached the limit of what he can do with the book without giving it the shard.
At the same time, Pib is outside. One of the items he got from the tricksters is a spider ring that can lead him to any spider. It leads him outside to the Itsy Bitsy Spider. When he helps the little guy out, the spider tells him about a spider queen in the heart of the Lullaby Lands who is martialing her forces and cooking up some kind of dark spell that might be causing the lousy weather. She also seems connected to the gander. Also, he mentions she has magical artifacts (which seems significant considering their quest).
(There’s a mention of Hamelin which means the Pied Piper is liable to make an appearance).
Speaking of artifacts, everyone gathers in the barn near the tavern to get some privacy to put the shard in the book.
Roz finds some bear scat in the barn and it’s implied it might be from one of the Goldilocks bears.
The cow that jumped over the moon is also in this barn because sure.
Tim puts the shard into the book and the whole Cinderella story appears. Strangely, after the traditional end of the story, there are a couple of blank pages and then a picture of the shard. It’s like something more happened in the story that the book isn’t showing the text for but is showing the image (presumably where she stabs her fairy god mom). It’s also weird because it’s like the safe book is censoring the gruesome true end of the story but the carving of toes and stuff is still fully in there.
OK, so remember when they were told that once the book had the first thing it needed, they’d have allies? Well here we are at a VERY cool plot twist.
Tim hears scratching in the book like someone else is writing in it and sees the writing of someone who is trapped in a cave and seems to have their own book which they are trying to use to communicate.
Tim is able to write back to them and realizes that it’s Scheherazade from 1001 Nights!
If you’ve never heard of her, Scher is part of the frame story of the Arabic fairy tale collection 1001 Nights. She basically tells these stories to a king night after night to keep from being killed and at the end they get married. This story collection is where famous Arabic stories like Sinbad and Aladdin come from. I was SO pumped to get to this revelation because it’s so fun and meta.
Anyway, back to the actual story.
They exchange names and Scher (who doesn’t recognize Tim and vice versa) says she is trapped in a cave with some friends who include Sinbad (great fighter, annoying companion). They were supposed to meet a guardian who isn’t there. She seems to be in a similar situation to Tim where she’s in a world where things have gone wrong and she recently realized things about the true nature of the world.
But when Tim asks where she is, plot twist #2! She doesn’t know what the Neverafter is. She’s in a land called The Endless Nights.
This is ALSO super cool! Ever After to Neverfter and 1001 Nights to Endless Nights? Gosh, Brennan is really doing the coolest things with this narrative this season. This is really healing all my Once Upon a Time trauma AND my multiverse burnout at the same time.
Scher and Tim send each other images of what they look like (Tim’s is super buff because of Ally shenanigans) and Scher is like cool, we can send each other magic. She also sends a pic of the guardian that was supposed to be at the cave and it’s like a stone spider glyph. Pib is like, “Oh, hey I might have some info here,” and fills them in on his spider side quest.
Scher says she’d really appreciate the help and will help them as well once she’s out of the cave. She even mentions wishes and I love me a genie in the mix. Oh and she mentions there’s a dude named Aesop who also might have a book! (Aesop as in Aesop’s fables. Think Tortoise and the Hare and City Mouse/Country Mouse).
Before they head back, Tim (aided by Roz’s Speak with Animals) gets the cow’s life story and he goes into the book. Still no picture but the words “the cow jumped over the moon” appear in the appropriate spot.
En route, Red gets some Goodberries for everyone. Smart move since they’re heading towards a fight. Each is one HP.
Point of Order–Jubilee doesn’t exist in this version of the Neverafter which is concerning to me. Is the map just gonna keep getting smaller each time they die/fail or is it replaced with something else? Also, even though Jubilee doesn’t exist here, Cole (and Senator the ram) are still in the book.
They reach a crossroads and realize that they’re going to Tuffeton. (Tuffeton as in “Little miss Muffet she sat on her tuffet, eating her curds eating and whey Along came a spider who sat down beside her And frightened miss Muffet away.”)
Crow scouts ahead and sees a grim village with this huge hill. And at the base of the hill is a mine entrance with cobwebs.
Note: Via Cole in the book, Tim can always have Lesser Restoration Prepped. He does so when Pib is the only one to fail a Con check from traveling in the rain and Brennan says it prevents him from getting a red gem (but it wouldn’t have helped after the fact)
They follow Pib’s ring to the center of the mine.
As they’re traveling in the dark, Ylfa inadvertently mentally connects to the mind of a tusked boar. She feels fire and asks if he killed the Big Bad Wolf. The board says, “Friend.” A tear runs down his cheek. He says, “I am trying to–” then she loses the connection. Hmmmm.
This is a little out of order but Tim messages Scher again and she says that (1) the spider guardian she mentioned is someone she was supposed to talk to not fight so I’m wondering if actually is the same spider they’re presumably going to have to fight or maybe more of a good guy spider like Anansi or maybe a spider I’ve never heard of because I’m not as familiar with 1001 Nights. She also says that (2) in the cave she’s in there was a tapestry of a princess with a golden mace which sounds like Elody. That’s interesting because it sounds like multiverse bleedthrough.
They find a massive spider web in this mine but between Pib’s feline grace and roguish tricks, Red being shapeshifted into a spider, Crow being shapeshifted into a spider, and everyone else being very very careful, they are able to navigate to the center without getting caught! They have the advantage going into the next fight! Let’s hope they can keep it this time because it seems like every time they die, things are gonna get much worse.
#dimension 20#dimension 20 spoilers#twice upon a time#neverafter#neverafter spoilers#phew just in time#like I said I am gonna do my best to keep up#but I get super busy sometimes#so sometimes you get a quick a dirty recap#hope it's still helpful!
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Astro observations 6
🃏Libra Mercuries are easy to pinpoint in conversation because they usually reply with phrases like: that’s fair, that makes sense, understandable,
🃏 Jupiter in cancer is weird, cause like it’s exalted and everything, but the most exalted thing about them is an obsession with religion/ spirituality.
🃏 I feel like Saturn in Gemini get annoyed really easily with their father not understanding things if that makes sense.
🃏 if your Neptune is in retrograde you may be less likely to have an addictive personality
🃏 I’m once again, here to talk about Pluto in the 12H. 12H is such an interesting house it just somehow seems to embody everything else in the other houses somewhat. Anyways though, I’m beginning to realize this placement is a master at manifesting things, understanding the manifestation process is… well a process, but once they fully understand it’s intricacies it becomes sooooo incredibly easy for them, they may have manifested stuff without realizing it!
🃏 Jupiter in the 7H natives can manifest the properties of the placement in a couple of ways, Lots and Lots and LOTS of relationships (this placement can be an indicator of a playa highkey highkey 🤭) or being with people on the ✨bigger ✨end orrrr marrying into wealth! Yet again, it could also be a mix of the three.
🃏 Having Mercury at 6° in a natal chart can indicate a speech issue like stuttering or so.
🃏 Sun sextile Pluto can mean that your an old soul, or you’ve lived a different life before!!
🃏lastly, if the audience has noticed I’ve been studying degrees recently in my free time, I’ve been looking at a specific degree recently that has caught my attention, and that’s the 2°. The zodiac sign Taurus rules that degree and it’s such a powerful degree to have in your chart, if you have it, consider yourself blessed and lucky!🍀☺️. The 2° can show that you have near perfect or have perfected whatever placement the degree is in in your lifetime, I’ll give an example. A good friend of mine has neptune in 2°. Seeing as this degree is a sign of perfection this kid has like super omega awesome intuition, there’s a story of them talking with one of their friends about a boyfriend, the 2° native had noticed something was fishy about said boyfriend and tried to talk thier friend out of the relationship. The 2° native told their friend about how the relationship was going to go down why it was gonna go down and what time it was going to happen. Every single thing that kid said was gonna happened, happened. Down to the MINUTE. It’s insane right? It’s always so fascinating to see things like this play out in astrological terms!!! I’ve heard that placements that aren’t planets like AC, DC, IC tend to achieve great things in their lifetime so that’s also an added reason as to why this degree is so cool! I myslef have my Cap ascendant at 2° and my cancer descendant at 2° so ig something big or great is supposed to happen to me??
end of observations! I hope y’all enjoyed this one! I apologize about my inactivity recently, I’ve been like, going through it lol, life is kinda hitting hard rn so I’ve kinda gone into hermit mode a bit (guess what placement makes me like that lololol) but I’m still very happy that people appreciate these observations 🖤🖤🖤 likes and reposts are appreciated!!
Also… I have some news coming in during the next year! Stay tuned!!!
Oh also also! I now understand how replying to reblogs work now. Kinda embarrassed I didn’t realize it sooner but yea.
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Snow (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Part 6: The Crawl Back
Story summary: Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.
Words: 5K (I totally blame my covid isolation. It was 2.9K before I started editing, woops)
Note: it’s happening y’all!!!!
Warnings: feelings 💕 lol no; SMUT (18+ only, please). Nipple play, boob worship, multiple orgasms, slight dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, oral, riding, missionary, choking, guts rearranged, you know the drill
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Day six
The wind was howling against the walls of the cabin again.
Noisily, it was sending huge snowflakes flying around in the darkness outside, painting the windows white and blocking out what little light otherwise came in through the clean stains of the wobbly glass.
The entire inside of the cabin was wrapped in the familiar orange hue from the fireplace, and you thought to yourself that under normal circumstances it would’ve been comfy and cosy to enjoy the raging snowstorm from the warm sofa near the flames - but it wasn't normal circumstances. And it was neither comfy nor cosy.
It was tense. And quiet. And wanting. Full of distance, and long gazes, and stomach aches.
Both you and Bucky had tried your best to small talk all day, careful not to mention the passionate ending to the night before although it was hanging over you like a thick blanket in every conversation you held, the sexual tension almost suffocating.
He was sitting on his knees in front of the fireplace, trying to act very interested in stacking the kindling as optimally as possible, but from your position in the cold windowsill, you had noticed how he constantly sent you small, sideway glances before quickly turning his gaze back towards the logs in front of him, doing his best to ignore his burning cheeks.
"Is it still alive?" he mumbled and nodded towards Sam’s GPS tracker that was blinking lazily in your hand.
"Uhm - yeah," you awoke from your trance and rapidly turned the amulet over in your hands so you could count the seconds between the slow flashes of green, "- but he's still far away I’m afraid."
"Mmh…” Bucky grunted slightly, “so, we have what? At least another day here?" he sighed and stood up from the floor, dusting his hands off on his muscular thighs, his eyes running over your form again. Slightly bent forwards like that, small strands of chestnut hair were falling into his eyes, framing his high cheekbones, accentuating his straight nose, and drawing attention to his inviting pursed lips. There was a sadness to his eyes, something you hadn’t seen before, and you wanted to reach out and touch him, to comfort him, but you doused the aching desire in your limbs by quickly averting his gaze.
"Yeah, guess so," with a clearing of your throat, you directed your attention down towards your hands again where you sent the tracker a longing look when you realised that another day in the cabin also meant yet another day without anything to eat.
Bucky sourly looked away too and gave out a muffled grunt as he sat down on the sofa with his eyebrows deeply furrowed. "Do you miss him?" He asked, his voice weirdly dismissive and mechanical although he tried his best to feign casual lightness. “Sam…”
"I’m probably gonna be wildly unpopular with him but no. Not really," you put down the tracker in the windowsill and walked over to Bucky on the sofa, sitting down on the warm cushion beside him. "- Not as much as I miss food anyway," you tried joking to diffuse the straining tension between you that somehow only seemed to grow stronger with every sentence. “I swear, right now, I would hand him over to his worst enemy in exchange for some of that roast chicken you were talking about the other night,” you smiled at him, hoping he would react.
Bucky hummed in forced amusement but didn't say anything, his squinting eyes suddenly very focused on the dancing flames in front of him.
"Yeah alright…” you started again, this time a certain seriousness to your voice, “- I guess, if I'm being completely honest; I feel bad for Sam,” you admitted and felt how Bucky's entire body seemed to go stiff and rigid with your words, his gaze nervously flickering from the fire and over to your face before you continued; “he probably thinks we've chewed each other's heads off without his supervision. He must be worried out of his mind."
"Yeah," Bucky nodded slowly, a small smile forming on his lips as he breathed out a quiet sigh of relief. “Who would've guessed you and I had the ability to be civil around each other..."
"Not me..." you grinned and put your elbow on top of the back cushion, resting your head in the palm of your hand, happy to finally see him smiling again. "I really hope we can continue being friends when we get back home," you smacked your lips, taking in Bucky’s calm expression as he stared straight ahead. "- I'd like that."
He finally turned his face towards you, his gaze soft and longing as he slowly nodded. "Me too,” he muttered, sending you a cute smile as he carefully reached out and touched his hand to yours, squeezing your fingers in a friendly gesture.
It was a content feeling; having Bucky’s strong hand wrapped around you - like tasting that first, magical sip of water after having wandered in the desert for days, a warm shower after having been frozen to the bone, a cough drop to soothe your hoarse throat.
Taking your hand to show you that he wanted to stay close even after you arrived home was an innocent gesture but it was warm. And sweet. And welcome. So you gently twisted your wrist until your palm was finally pressed against his, slipping your fingers into the lonely crevices between the metal digits, holding on tight.
He was blinking rapidly, last night’s disappointment still oozing out of him like thick syrup, so you squeezed his hand a little tighter and moved closer to him. "You okay?"
Slowly, he nodded, his expression unreadable, "...yeah."
In the six days you'd spent in the cabin, the normal rough stubbles on his cheeks had turned into a short, scruffy beard and he looked even more handsome than usual as he ran his flesh hand through his unruly hair. The protruding veins on his forearm were large and enticing, the muscles underneath his skin tense and stiff, and you could feel your pulse picking up its pace as you imagined running your fingers over every inch of him; caressing his vibranium arm, kissing the angry scar at his shoulder, combing your fingers through his long hair.
At the mere thought of it, you felt your entire body tightening; the familiar black treacle was surrounding you again, thickening and pulling you under as small reels of last light played behind your eyelids; soft lips against yours, metal fingers atop your spine, quiet moans falling from his blushed lips, a sensitive erection pressed to your bottom.
You couldn't help it - you didn't want to stare - yet suddenly, you felt your gaze travel from his strong, bulky arms and up to his pouting lips that parted slightly, his breathing picking up as he chewed his inner cheek and gulped hard.
Your eyes met his again and it seemed to deplete your brain of oxygen as you immediately grew dizzy and delusional from his soft gaze, the strong metal thumb stroking softly over your index finger.
His eyes were huge and full of lust, his moist lips pursed and silently begging to be touched.
Your skin was burning, your insides melting, your chest on fire, and you couldn't stop yourself from disappearing into the treacle, and before you’d thought it through, you’d reacted to the primal instinct inside of you and leaned forwards, placing a soft, gentle kiss to his pink lips.
Softly, he groaned, his hands immediately on your hips as he slipped his wet tongue inside your mouth and pulled you over in his lap, starting off where last night had ended; hands on hips, pelvis against pelvis, tongues intertwining.
His beard was scratching along your jawline, his strong hands digging into you as you ran your fingers through his long hair, enjoying the familiar scent radiating from his warm body every time your fingertips met his scalp.
You were intent on making him growl for you again, determined to touch him - when suddenly and without warning, his wet mouth disappeared from yours and he pulled his entire body away from you.
With a slightly shocked expression on his face, Bucky panted quietly and ran his eyes over your face a couple of times before he let his head dip backwards until it met the backrest of the sofa, a groan escaping his lips.
"Please, tell me I misread that!" he croaked as he closed his eyes in tired frustration and pressed his lips together to form a thin, white line.
"Bucky..." you softly called his name and caressed his bearded cheeks, desperate to have him looking at you again.
"Tell me I misread that kiss!" he breathed hard, his handsome features accentuated as he gulped again, "-'cause if we both want this so bad, I'm not sure what to do anymore..."
“I know, I'm sorry,” You whined, realising what you'd just done, not only to yourself but to him as well. “I’m so sorry, I just - I shouldn't have kissed you like that - I just - fuck - I just wanted to feel you," you said rapidly in frustration, fisting his black t-shirt before gently putting your palms on his face again. "Is there any way we can just… kiss? I mean, kissing is just… kissing, right?”
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked up at you.
For a second, it looked as if he was contemplating your words but then you felt his jaw clench beneath your fingers, and he let out a tired sigh. “Sweetheart... you know it’s not,” he said quietly and rubbed circles over your hips. "Not like this."
“Yeah,” you whined again, “I know… It's just..." you let out a gulp, "I'm torn between doing what I want and doing what is right!"
He let out a soft sigh and chewed his cheek. "I don't understand why the two choices are mutually exclusive. If you want this so bad, isn't it the right thing...?" he moved his hand up your spine, carefully caressing you.
"I don't know, Buck..." you admitted, "- I just don’t want the dynamics back home to change. We're a small team of only three people! How would you feel if the roles were reversed, and I was sitting like this with Sam? Wouldn't it make you feel weird and isolated from the two of us?”
“Oh sweetheart,” he breathed hard and grabbed your hips a little tighter, “I would absolutely hate it..." he snarled, his teeth slightly gritted as his eyes darkened considerably.
"Well there you have it," your hands travelled from his jawline and down to his sternum where you gently pressed in on his rapidly heaving chest, desperate to calm him down.
"It's just, the thing is..." he breathed, looking as if he was about to spill someone else's secret. "- The dynamics already have changed between us, don't you see that?" he reached up to brush a strand of hair out of your eye, "I mean… Look at us right now," he pointed between you, slightly tilting his hips upwards to remind you where you were sitting. "- we never would’ve sat like this a week ago… We never would've kissed - or let alone touched... I don't want to make decisions for you, and I don't want to put words in your mouth, but no matter what happens, just know that things won’t be the same when we get back home. Things have changed between us. And that's a good thing."
You took a second to comb through his words, eventually coming to the realisation that he was in fact right. The well-known group dynamic had changed the minute you and Bucky had stopped snapping at each other, relieving Sam of his babysitting duty.
“Yeah, I guess you're right. We're more… civil now,” you used his word from earlier, “- I really like this thing we have going on."
"Me too," he nodded, and gently moved his fingers over your hips.
"I don't want to ruin it..." you gulped. “I really like your company but I think we should slow things down. We are still coworkers afterall.”
"Yeah, I knew you'd say that," he smiled but you felt how his muscles tensed underneath the fabric of his dark clothes. “I agree.”
"I should probably climb down then.”
“Yeah,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving your face, the tension between you more electric than ever.
Fuck, you wanted to rip off his clothes. The thought of it being forbidden was slowly turning you even more on.
"Sweetheart - you have to stop looking at me like that," his eyebrows furrowed, "you're making me... feel things," he groaned and squirmed in his seat, his tongue slowly licking his lips.
Immediately, you felt every part of your nervous system set passionately aflame at the sight before you: he was looking at you with lust-blown pupils, trying to cover up the beginning erection in his pants as his hans were parked tightly on your hips. He was definitely thinking of ripping your clothes off too!
Whimpering, you had to push your thighs together in sweet desperation when he twitched longingly beneath you. "I'm sorry... It's just-" you desperately took in the way his eyelids slightly closed, how his muscles tensed and bulged as he flexed his upper body and let his plump lower lip fall down, opening his mouth. "- you're making me feel things too," you whispered and squirmed a little.
At the feel of your shifting muscles, Bucky’s gaze slowly skirted down from your face, coming to an abrupt halt on your hard nipples that were strutting tantalisingly through your tactical suit. "Fuck, sweetheart," he groaned and had to look away to calm himself down, the growing erection in his pants pressing up against you.
He was panting heavily, uncomfortably shifting around beneath you, moving his gaze from your nipples and up to your face so you could see his huge, dark pupils staring you down. His lips were swollen and red and so close to you that you could feel his hot breath on your chin, and that was when your desire took control of the situation, and you slowly moved your chest closer to his face, desperate once again for the situation to turn to more than just longing looks of lust.
"Touch me," you whispered.
"Sweetheart," he groaned, his lower lip almost chewed raw, “are you sure that's a good idea?”
“I don’t care,” you snaked your arms around his neck, kissing the sensitive spot just below his ear, "- I want you!"
"Oh God," You saw his eyes flutter shut and he gave out a guttural groan, allowing himself to feel your lips on his skin for a few seconds while his thumbs ran over the spot where your thighs met your hips. "Sweetheart," his words were a haze, the shaky voice coming in clouded while you nibbled and kissed and licked at his bearded jaw, pulling his earlobe between your teeth, and feeling your own senses heightening at the touch of his soft peach fuzzed ears against your tongue.
His fingers stopped moving, and you felt his heavy breathing against your neck as he fought out a whispered; “what about… what about Sam?” he gulped, his hand gently pressing you away from his crotch, “I - uh - I have to know - are you guys a thing?”
“We’re friends,” you panted and continued your movements, bringing extra attention to the sharp lines of his face while you inched nearer and nearer his lips.
“Are you sure about that?” he let out an involuntary soft moan when you kissed the skin right beside his bopping Adam’s apple, the stubbles on his neck scratching at your lips. “You seem pretty concerned about his well-being,” he gasped and the erection in his pants twitched and hit your sensitive nerve endings, causing you to grind down on him.
“Of course I’m concerned about him," your fingertips brushed over the cold metal of his left arm as you straightened your back and pushed your already sensitive nipples closer to his face. "I don’t want him to suffer because of something we choose to do. But as you said, the dynamics already have shifted - and let's be honest; he’s been yelled at by Fury before... He'll understand why we're being insubordinate," you whispered and twisted your fingers in his long hair and rocked your hips suggestively.
“Fuck baby,” he babbled and grabbed your waist, grinding his hips upwards and making a surge of warmth travel through all your limbs, centring at your belly.
“Kiss me, Buck…”
"Are you sure you want this?" He whispered as you ghosted your lips over his, "It's okay if you don't," he mumbled, "just say the word and it's done. I don't want you to do something you're gonna regret." His metal hand slowly left your waist and carefully found the hem of your suit's sleeve. Softly, he touched his fingers to the inside of your wrist, pulling your hand over to his lips so he could kiss the bundle of veins below your palm.
It felt more intimate than any other touch you’d ever been provided; a mixture of lust, and sensuality, and safety. You had never let anyone touch the pulse point with the fragile veins before, and in that moment, you prayed that you never had to.
You ran your gaze over him, drinking in every detail as you thought of his considerate words; the extreme lust in his clear eyes that he was ready to throw away if you just asked him to, the slightly flared nostrils as his flesh fingers clutched at the fabric near his crotch, the dark ring in his huge eyes, the cute freckle still and kissable on his tense cheeks, the small scar dancing nervously above his parted lips.
He was so handsome, and kind, and sexy. You'd never met anyone like him, and you'd never wanted anyone this much before.
"I want you," you whispered and let him kiss your wrist again, "I'm sure!"
The corners of his mouth curled upwards right before he put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you closer, finally closing the distance between you by slipping his soft tongue inside your mouth with a wet moan.
He was moving ferociously against you, his warm lips desperate and frantic as he snaked his arms around you and held you close.
“Fuck, you're driving me insane!" He groaned against your lips and carefully found your tongue again, caressing it lovingly.
You let your palms wander across his broad chest, feeling every hardened muscle underneath the layer of black polyester as he breathed hard at your touch, his erection pulsing uncontrollably underneath you. "Fuck, darling," he hissed when your hands finally travelled downwards and palmed him through his trousers.
You panted against his lips and snaked your hand underneath the cool zipper of his trousers until you met the warm skin tucked away inside his boxers. "I want you," you licked the shell of his ear, "more than I’ve ever wanted anything before.”
"Fuck," he whimpered and put his lips on your jawline and placed small sensual kisses down along the thin skin of your throat until he reached your collarbone.
You were rubbing his erection slowly, hips rocking slightly back and forth on top of him as you grinded against his thighs with small whimpering noises.
Bucky's hands reached around your back, over your stomach, and up to your chest where he pinched each of your nipples through the fabric of your tactical suit before his fingers locked around the zipper between your breasts, bringing it down slowly until it had reached your navel.
"Take it off for me, peach," he whispered and pulled at the fabric.
With intense heat pooling between your legs, you were quick to obey him, pulling your arms free from the tight fabric until the only thing covering your upper body was your black sports bra.
Bucky's hands slowly travelled over your bare stomach and upwards until he reached your bra. "Lift up your arms, doll," he growled and pulled at the elastic band at the bottom. His eyes were laced with lust as he slowly pulled the fabric over your head, freeing your breasts that fell down in front of his eyes with a satisfying bounce.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he licked his lips at the sight of your naked chest and gently reached up to cup you, the sensation so welcome that your nipples pebbled and peeked out through his fingertips.
His eyes found yours, and when you let out a gasp at his touch, he smiled dreamily up at you, his cheeks rose-tinted again, his steely eyes hidden behind hooded eyelids. "So, so beautiful," he muttered as he started kneading your skin, pinching your nipples, and raising his hips slightly to meet yours.
You whimpered above him, your small, wanting noises filling up the room when he finally leaned in and placed his warm mouth above your areola, giving you a brief kiss before swirling his tongue around it while his metal hand was cupping your other breast, pinching the nipple between his thumb and index finger.
"Fuck," you panted above him, burying your hands in his soft hair when he gently started lapping lovingly at your chest. "Fuck, Bucky! I want to touch you," you whimpered as he pulled your nipple between his lips, sucking gently at it.
"We'll get there," he growled against your buzzing skin, giving you a hard suck, "I need you all nice and wet for me first," he flicked your nipple with his tongue before turning back to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.
"Fuck, it feels so good," you arched your back, pushing your already saliva-covered nipple further into his mouth.
"Mmmh," he hummed beneath you, wrapping a strong arm around your hips, shifting slightly in his seat so you could feel how hard he was because of you.
"Touch me," you grinded your hips down on his hard erection, "please!"
With one last hard suck on your nipples, he turned his attention back to your mouth, sensually swiping his soft tongue over yours as he gently lay you down on the sofa, briefly putting his weight on top of you before he sat up on his knees, palming himself through his trousers as he looked down at you.
"Shit sweetheart," he half-whimpered, half-groaned and pulled your tactical suit over your legs, tossing the fabric to the side.
He positioned himself on the sofa between your legs and started kissing the wet skin of your breasts, moving down towards your soft stomach with small, satisfied hums.
Carefully, he avoided touching the panty-clad area, instead moving directly to your sensitive inner thighs where he blanketed the area in particularly soft, wet kisses and licks.
"Mmh, baby," he brushed his nose over your clit, and it made you pant hard at the sensation. "I fucking love this!"
Painfully slowly, he pulled your panties down while kissing the inside of your thighs, his eyes never leaving you until you were lying wet and completely naked before him.
He let out a strangled moan and once more palmed himself through his cargo pants, panting hard and groaning loudly.
"Take off your clothes," you whined and pulled at his t-shirt. "Please! I want to see you!"
“Yeah,” he breathed and grabbed the neck of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head with one swift motion, immediately revealing his heavy-heaving, God-like chiselled upper body to you, a thin film of sweat glistening in the small hairs between his pecks. Quickly, his hands worked on the button and zipper of his trousers, and he pulled them over his hips, and down his knees before joining you on the sofa again.
He kissed your neck, suckling sweetly at the thin skin before his lips travelled down between your breasts, over your navel, and down to the apex of your thighs until he finally settled between your legs.
"Spread your legs for me, darling," he stared up at you with a dark look in his eyes and you quickly obeyed him, spreading your knees apart, allowing him to fall between your thighs.
"Shit," he hissed, "you're already so wet for me," he swiped a few fingers over your folds, and you panted hard at the sensation.
"Oh Buck!" you whined and threw your head backwards as his hands gently started playing with your wet folds, occasionally slipping two thick metal fingers inside you with a satisfying groan.
His fingers were pulsing and curling, godsend and evil at the same time, and you felt how your panting slowly graduated into small moans as he filled you up and squelched inside of you.
"There you go, baby, just like that!" he panted in a whisper when his name started rolling over your lips, and he finally added his mouth to your aching core.
His tongue was lapping at your folds, his fingers pulsing in and out of you in a steady rhythm and you could feel the coil in your stomach tense more and more as his soft lips kissed and nibbled at your wet skin.
"Fuck, you should see yourself like this," he mewled and sucked your clit between his lips as he added and extra finger and skilfully buried three metal digits inside of you.
"Bucky! Oh fuck - shit, Buck!” you chanted his name like a prayer when he finally touched the soft, spongy spot inside of you and hit it repeatedly, his warm tongue working slowly on your clit.
"You're so, so tight," his fingers squelched inside you, "I can't wait to feel you around me. I can’t fucking wait!”
"Oh fuck! Bucky!" Your moans were getting more frequent now and they gradually changed in length and pitch as he worked expertly on you.
"Mmh baby, be a good girl and cum for me!" he whispered against your skin and pushed his fingers as far inside of you as they could go while he sucked at your clit.
It wasn’t as much his movements as it was the beautiful sound of his syrupy voice spilling whispered praises from his lips that pushed you over the edge, but as soon as he mumbled out a "cum for me, baby," the coil in your abdomen snapped in two.
Loudly, you came hard against his lips, calling his name as pleasure rolled over you in white-hot waves, the sound bouncing softly against the quiet cabin walls.
"Oh sweetheart," Bucky chuckled proudly and leaned in to kiss you while you were still panting rhythmlessly, fighting hard to stay in what little remained of your high. "Don't worry," he kissed your collarbone, "I am nowhere near done with you," his fingers quickly pushed themselves inside you again, and you whimpered at the sudden touch to your still sensitive area.
"Fuck, Bucky!" you whimpered against him, clenching around his fingers as he found your g-spot again. "I want you inside of me! I need it, please!”
"As much as I love your begging-," he panted and sped up his movements, "I can feel you're close already."
"Yes," you whimpered and pinched your nipples while arching your back against the metal inside of you.
"That's it baby, moan for me!" he demanded and rubbed his fingers over the precum-stained area of his boxers, sending you over the edge with another cry of his name.
Your second orgasm hit you like an anvil, made you numb and deaf, and blurred your vision as Bucky whispered unheard praises against your wet skin, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. It left you shaking in its wake, his name falling from your parted lips as he planted a series of small kisses to your buzzing skin, urging your body to join him back down on earth.
"Peach…” he whispered, a soft look of something resembling love slapped across his blushed cheeks.
"Bucky, please..." you whimpered and sat up straight, "I want you inside of me... Please," you pleaded and stretched your fingers to touch him.
"Shit," he whined when you snaked your hand inside his boxers again, his warm erection pulsing in your hand as your thumb ran over his wet head. "Hold on," he panted and briefly stood up from the sofa, pushing his boxers down so his erection sprang free, his leaking head bopping up and down a few times before you reached out and wrapped your fingers around him.
"Sit down and relax," you said and slipped down on the floor, positioning yourself between his muscular legs, sending him a blinding smile that had his heart skip a beat.
“No, it’s not about me, baby,” he caressed your face sweetly but still let out a loud hiss when you wrapped your lips around him, your hand stroking him softly while your tongue swirled around his head. “Oh shit! Oh fuck!” his eyes briefly fluttered shut and he stopped fighting back.
The weight of his pulsing erection pushed over your tongue, small drops of salty pre-cum spilling down your throat, and he moved his fingers from your cheek to the back of your head where he wrapped his fingers around your hair and pulled it away from your face to get a better view.
“Fuck, I could look at you forever,” he panted and gently buckled his hips closer to your face, timing his thrusts with the wet slides of your lips, pushing himself further inside the warmth of your mouth.
Sloppily, your lips bopped up and down his length, your tongue bringing extra attention to the tight frenulum at his head as your hand softly cupped his balls and rolled them between your fingers.
"Oh God," he briefly lolled his head backwards before coming back all bubble-headed and red-cheeked, looking at you as if he was about to experience the orgasm of a lifetime. "...Sweetheart," he moaned and pulled on your hair, "I can't — you have to come up here..." he whimpered and exerted all his willpower to pull his throbbing erection away from your slippery mouth. "I have to feel you," he panted and pulled you up on the sofa next to him, kissing your breasts before positioning himself with one knee between your legs, his other foot firmly placed on the floor as he lined himself up with your entrance, pushing the tip inside with a groan.
"Bucky," you moaned his name and scratched your nails over his arms, urging him to push in fully. You wanted to feel the weight of him inside of you. Wanted to be filled up completely.
"I’m right here, baby," he panted and bottomed out before he gently started rocking his hips back and forth.
"Mmmh, Buck," you moaned and pulled at his wrist.
"Fuck baby, I love when you say my name!" he wrapped his metal hand tightly around your throat with a small moan, snapping his hips forwards.
Intent on making you his girl, the gentleness of his touch was still there but it wasn't soft and delicate any longer; it was primal and animalistic, harsh yet caring. He pulled at your hips, held your ankles together near his face and choked you.
He was desperate to hear you moan again, to feel your walls squeeze out every last drop of him, to push you over the edge with yet another strangled cry of his name.
"Mmh, baby, you're doing so well," he kissed the soles of your feet and thrusted deeper and harder as the grip he had around your throat tightened.
You panted hard against his hand, the few sounds that managed to claw their way up your constricted throat muffled and sinful as he continuously pushed himself inside of you with loud, primal grunts.
Suddenly, he grabbed your hips and pulled you on top of him, sliding inside of you with a loud groan as his fingers intertwined with yours. "Yeah that’s it,” he moaned, grabbing your fingers harder. “Ride me baby," he kissed your nipple and circled his tongue around it, and you slowly started rocking your hips on top of him, sheathing every inch of him. "Oh shit, oh fuck," he whimpered against your chest, his huge erection dragging sweetly against your tight inner walls. “Come on, be a good girl and say my name!”
"Bucky!" you whimpered and arched your back when you felt your third orgasm of the night roll over you in dull, satin waves as you panted and moaned for him, feeling his soft tongue swipe over your breasts as he hummed against you.
"You are so beautiful," Bucky cooed beneath you and started kneading your buttocks when you’d come down again. "You have no idea how hard it is to hold myself back," he shuddered, "you feel amazing around me," he started impatiently rutting his hips upwards again.
"I - I can't," you whimpered slightly and pulled at his hair in sweet desperation, "I want to," you connected your forehead to the thin film of sweat covering his entire body, "fuck, how I want to! - but I don't think I have another orgasm in me... you’ve worn me out…”
"I know you're sore baby, I know," he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips you while massaging your buttocks, "I just have to fuck you again," he panted and threw you down on your back, "one more time?" He kissed your stomach.
"I don't know if I can," you panted and moaned at the sensation of his erection rubbing between your lips.
"You can take it, sweetheart, let’s just try. I’ll stop if you want me to, just say the word okay?” he kissed your skin, lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself a couple of inches inside, "you can take it, I know you can. Last one."
You heard yourself whimper at the delicious sensation and you nodded, "o-okay."
He slowly pushed himself completely inside, grunting hard as you finally sheathed him completely again. “You good?”
“Mmh,” you nodded, suddenly desperate to have him moving again.
"Look at you, doll!” he praised and put his thumb on your clit as he started rocking his hips back and forth again. “You're taking me so well, I'm so proud of you,"
"F-fuck Bucky, you're - you're..." your words drowned in a deep moan as Bucky pushed your legs back towards your head, hitting a spot deep within you.
He let out a deep chuckle, "you can't even form a single coherent sentence, can you?"
"I'm so close," you panted, "I w-want you to c-cum too!"
"I'm about to cum just from looking at you baby," he groaned and kissed your lips, "it won't be a problem, trust me. Just let go and I'll follow."
Your nails were digging themselves into the skin of his back and when he leaned down and pulled your nipple between his teeth again, a violent shaking orgasm hit you out of nowhere. Brutally, you jerked against him, moaned his name over and over and he sped up his movements, making the intense pleasure ride higher and higher until it peaked in slow-rolling, never-ending waves.
Your inner walls were hugging Bucky tightly, rhythmically tensing and letting go and with a couple of well-placed strokes, the small grunts he emitted turned to loud moaning.
You felt how he grabbed your hips harder as he threw his head backwards and yelled his release into the night.
He stilled a few seconds, fingers still digging harshly into your hips, Adam’s apple bopping up and down in his throat as he panted hard. After a few seconds, he let out a loud breath and turned his head to meet your eyes, his lips spreading in a broad smile. “You good?” he grinned.
“Am I good?” You giggled, “Bucky I am more than good! Holy fuck!”
“Yeah?” he sent you a toothy grin before he slipped himself out of you. "That was --" he panted, "-that was fucking amazing, sweetheart!" he rolled you over to your side and pushed his body behind you, wrapping an arm around your naked chest and kissing your earlobe.
"Yeah," you grinned sleepily against him, you body completely relaxed and spent. "- you really know what you're doing!" you tried to hide a tired yawn. "I've never felt so good before."
"Mmh, sweetheart," he whispered softly and gently kissed your damp skin, "you’re so tired, go to sleep. I’ll be extra good tomorrow. Promise.”
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Also um- if I could make requests- Adaman and Volo x female reader? XD like separately and all- I will read them all owo
Pokémon Legends Arceus Volo x fem reader and Adaman x fem reader relationship headcanons
Hello y’all!
BRUH I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS REQUEST
I absolutely went HEAD OVER HEELS when I first met these two in the game
So I got PUMPED when I saw someone had requested them!!!
Also I decided to do Headcanons because I’m not sure if I can really write two x readers
I’ll make these as long as possible
Also you are not Akari or Rei! You kind of take the place of the main character basically, so you fell out of the sky still because of Arceus
Anywho, please enjoy!!
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Volo
This man
He is 🤌🏻
He adores you
He’s so fascinated with the fact that you managed to tame so many legendary Pokémon
Constantly asking you questions and wanting to know more about you
The moment he realized he was in love with you was when he witnessed you holding Manaphy lovingly and humming a lullaby
He fell for you HARD
Volo would love someone that could travel with him, he doesn’t want to be tied down to one place
So he asks if you’d like to join him on his travels
You end up saying yes and the two of you are now inseparable
HAND 👏 HOLDING 👏
He loves to hold your hand and just rub his thumb along the back of it
When you two set up camp for the night, he insists you sleep right next to him
Cuddling ensues
He tells you stories from his travels before he met you, and he loves the faces you make when you become intrigued by a certain part
Can I just say that his smiles are the cutest?
Like literally
He was watching you feed a Pecha berry to a poisoned Starly, and when you turned to ask him a question, you just saw him smiling at you
He loved how kind you were to the Starly
Volo is a wonderful partner to you
Adaman
When Adaman first met you his face was as red as a tomato and he was a stuttering mess, definitely not his usual self
Yeah, he was in love the first moment he met you
Arezu and Mai constantly tease him about it
He helps you out in your journey any way he can
Need to heal your Pokémon?
Adamans right there
Just need a shoulder to cry on when the going gets tough?
He’d be happy to let you lean on him
OH YES
There was this really cute moment when Adaman saw a beautiful flower growing in a field. He smiled and walked up to you, just tucking it behind your ear
You were blushing and smiling sweetly up at him, which caused him to blush as well
He’s head over heels for you
One day Arezu came barging into his tent, panting
“It’s Y/N! She’s been hurt!”
HE BOLTED
You happened to be near the Diamond Clan Settlement, so you were taken to a healer there
Adaman was pacing in front of the tent, worried sick about you
When he was told a couple of days later that you were accepting visitors, he was your first one
You smiled up at him tiredly and he just sat next to you
He cupped the side of your face with his hand and you leaned into his touch
He knew in that moment, he had to tell you how he felt
When you said you would love to be with him, you could hear Arezu outside shouting, “Yes!”…then Mai shushed her
Adaman is also a lovely and loving partner
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I hope you enjoyed these! I had so much fun writing them! I kind of went a little overboard with Adaman haha…
I hope you enjoyed these! And remember, requests are always open!
#pokémon legends arceus#pokémon adaman#pokémon volo#pokémon x reader#x reader#pokemon headcanons#volo pokemon#adaman pokemon#Pokémon volo x reader#volo x reader#adaman x reader#Pokémon Adaman x reader
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❝ [𝐌𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] ❞
【𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈)】: Adam/ Aniosuke himself although he’s mentioned only briefly, talk of Kaoru getting sold off, briefly edited and, possibly bad grammar.
【𝒜/𝒩】: Another piece done!🥺😍 I changed some things up, and I hope y’all like it! Reader is gender neutral and black/mixed coded, but anyone can read honestly!
╰┈➤ Like most mer creatures the Aquatic Rescue brought, Kaoru was feisty.
╰┈➤ The team found Kaoru in the hands of Shindo Aniosuke, malnourished and frightened. Aniosuke had planned to sell Kaoru off to the highest bidder, but thankfully that was stopped just in time and Aniosuke went to jail. (Bitch ass-)
╰┈➤ Kaoru fought every chance he got when he arrived, refusing anyone to touch him. It got dangerous to the point he had to be sedated.
╰┈➤ When you got assigned to take care of him you were thrilled, always happy to take care of your patients.
╰┈➤Kaoru on the other hand… Fussy. Upsety.
╰┈➤ He’s petty asf so he didn’t speak to you much in the beginning, or just spoke in short sentences. Hell, you probably got splashed too.
╰┈➤ Kaoru also was hardheaded as fuck and would camp in the water, so sometimes there had to be a whole ordeal about getting him out to check up on him.
╰┈➤ Kaoru also REFUSED to let anyone go near his seal companion, Carla. Mf was ready to be on someone’s obituary.
╰┈➤ But luckily it doesn’t last long! It takes a lot of patience, but the end result is sweet as you gain his trust (and soon you fuckin’ soo🤪).
╰┈➤ You get to learn about him as a person, learning his likes, dislikes, his family and friends… You can tell he misses them very much and it makes you more determined to help him.
╰┈➤ You enjoy all the stories he shares, especially all the nonsense he got up to with his childhood bestie, Kojiro.
╰┈➤ Cherry enjoys your care and it made his heart swoon when you helped him deal with anxiety besides relying on Carla all the time.
╰┈➤ Now, this man is canonically clingy, so imagine how he’ll act when you’re late or busy with another person. Fussy. Fussy as hell.
The second you arrive into Kaoru’s designated area you’re greeted with the pink mermaid sitting on his sunning rock, fair and lightly scaled arms crossed over his chest, a frown over his pretty face.
“And where were you? You said you’d be here at 12!”
“Sorry, Kaoru, but I got held up by another mer that I’m also taking care of.”
At your words he frowns harder and turns a bit. “I thought you were strictly taking care of me…,” he pouts.
You snort softly, rolling your eyes as you come closer. “Sorry, Blossom, but you gotta share.”
“Hmph!”
╰┈➤ Kaoru really enjoys when you pamper him a bit. Like combing his hair, trimming his claws, or helping him pick out his old scales, he gets real soft.
╰┈➤ Once completely warmed up to you he’ll get playful with you, so expect him to pull you into the water and or get splashed at. But he won’t do it often and or if you tell him not to, he doesn’t want to ruin your hair (especially if you tell him you just got it do or it took a long time to do).
╰┈➤ Cherry eventually starts gifting you things he finds in the ocean once he’s allowed to branch out from his area. He’ll gift you pristine sand dollars, colorful shells, probably some lost jewelry, and anything else of value. This is of course when the feeling kicks/ed in.
╰┈➤ To show his love for you, he makes your a pearl necklace and the middle pearl is a beautiful black pearl. He wanted an all black pearl necklace but finding those were rare, so he’s just glad to have just one.
╰┈➤ Once he’s able to leave the rescue center, Cherry comes to your place often while also roaming the ocean again. (I imagine you have like a beach hut house(?) and like there’s a way where Kaoru can pop into the house cause there’s like a hole in the living room.)
╰┈➤ Sometimes it sucks that you two can’t do other things together (like walk around town or the beach, go to a restaurant together, etc), but you still love and cherish him and feel lucky he came into your life.
╰┈➤ I’m positive you met his family and friends, and where you sweating bullets? Up to you, lmao 🤣. But they all love you and Kojiro teased Kaoru endlessly.
╰┈➤ Oh! Y’all definitely have kissed underwater a bunch because we love soft shit🥰.
#𝐒𝐤𝟖♾️༝༚༝༚#kaoru sakurayashiki x reader#mermay#mermay 2022#cherry blossom x reader#shindo ainosuke#kojiro nanjo#mer cherry/kaoru#ofblckwriters#black reader insert#black reader#mixed reader#black y/n#x black reader
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The Empress, Part II
A/n: Thanks to everyone who enjoyed part 1! I appreciate the feedback y’all gave. I was really excited about writing the end of this part so y’all are in for a treat ;)
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Kylo Ren x Female Reader
Words: 5418
Chapters: 2/10
Chapter Summary: Y/N anxiously weighs the option of whether or not she should go to dinner with the Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren. With the encouragement of her friends, she decides to go and ends up seeing a side of him she never expected to see.
Story Summary: (tentative) As Kylo Ren steps into power as Supreme Leader, he struggles to use his power to effectively lead the Empire. Y/N is a renowned Commander eagerly working her way up the ranks. Her loyalty to the Empire is tested when the Supreme Leader suddenly takes an interest in her. When one date becomes several and she is ultimately tasked with becoming Empress and wife of the Supreme Leader, will Y/N be able to handle the that kind of power outside the commander’s uniform?
CW: angst, romance, slow burn,
“Y/n, girl, where have you been,” Balia asks as I slide into the seat next to her. “And aren’t you going to eat anything?” My empty hands are a stark contrast to the fork in hers motioning around her half-empty dinner tray.
“Dude we thought you were a goner. Everyone’s talking about your run-in with he who shall not be named,” Karmir laughs. Heat rises to my cheeks.
“What?! What are people saying,” I squeak, acutely aware of the hundreds of stares it feels like I’m receiving from patrons of the dining hall.
“A bunch of troopers on duty in Quadrant L couldn’t stop talking about the maskless Supreme Leader rushing the halls with some beautiful young woman in a commander’s uniform today,” Karmir reveals.
“Eek!” I scream in unison with Balia. I bring my hands to my face and close my eyes.
“Commander y/n, there you are! How did things go earlier with the Supreme Leader?” The youngest commander who had complimented me at the council meeting rushed over to the table.
“Hey Neela,” is all I can muster. “Um, he just wanted to um discuss more of what I proposed in the meeting today,” I say. That’s technically true right? I feel sort of proud of how diplomatically I responded because otherwise, I would have straight-up word vomited the entire scenario to this girl I barely even know outside of duty hours.
“Oh good! We all thought the unit was going to get chewed out with you as his initial target. What a relief,” Neela responds. Yeah, what a relief. “Well, hope you have a good rest of your dinner,” she says and skips off to her own table.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to eat anything for another year,” I groan in frustration.
“Why not,” Balia and Karmir ask in unison and laugh at one another.
“How can I eat when– when…,” I don’t even know how to regurgitate the current circumstance in which this stupid beautiful raven-haired scar-faced man has put me in.
“When what? What happened to you today y/n,” Balia asks. She and Karmir look at me expectantly. I look around to see if I recognize anyone in my immediate vicinity. Luckily there aren’t too many people seated near our table. I clock the stormtrooper guards located at each entrance. Rationally, I know no one is paying attention to us, but I can’t help but feel like all eyes are on me, waiting for me to reveal some grand secret
I lean forward and my friends mimic my gesture. In a hushed tone, I tell them all about the meeting, the Supreme Leader asking me to stay back, the library, and everything until his dreaded proposition.
“And then he… He said something to me,” I start. Saying this all out loud makes me want to crawl out of my skin.
“What did he say,” Karmir asks.
“He said he wanted me to get to know him. Like… not as the Supreme Leader but as…,” I say and look around before whispering, “Kylo Ren”.
“WHAT,” Balia shrieks.
“He said it just like that,” Karmir whisper-screams, and I nod.
“And that’s not all. He invited me to dinner tonight. He said that if I had any mutual interest in getting to know him then I should meet him tonight but that if I’m not interested then I should not go and he’ll take that as a sign that I have no interest and only want to remain on professional terms with him.”
“Oh my stars y/n, you just got asked out by the most powerful man in the Galaxy,” Balia exclaims.
“The sexiest and scariest guy in the Galaxy,” Karmir adds.
“Shhh!” I shush Balia because I'm far too paranoid that anyone could eavesdrop on our conversation and somehow I’d get in trouble if it was reported back to… him.
“So, you’re going right,” Balia asks.
“I don’t know!” I exclaim while throwing my hands in the air. “I only have two hours to decide because he wants to meet at 8,” I add.
“Girl, when is something like this ever going to happen again for you? When the universe knocks, you answer,” Balia says.
“Balia… I just…” I start, not really sure how to articulate why I’m not sure if I should go.
“Listen y/n, if you don’t want him, I will gladly take your leftovers,” Karmir quips.
“Karmir!”
“What? I’ve seen the Supreme Leader without a mask, that man was handcrafted by the stars themselves,” Karmir says.
“I mean… you’re not wrong…,” I comment.
“Y/n!” Both my friends squeal.
“It’s the scar isn’t it?”
“Karmir, don't even get me started on that,” I joke and we all start laughing.
“Ugh, that crazy part is that I never would have even said something like that prior to today. I mean, I’ve never even seen him without his mask until today’s meeting,” I sigh. My friends and I look at each other, all silently wondering, what the hell am I going to do now?
“What’s wrong, y/n, why don’t you want to go,” Karmir asks.
“I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon. I just, I feel like this man is a question mark to me. Like I don’t even know him at all, even as Supreme Leader. So how do I know if I even want to go have dinner with this mystery man whom I can probably name only a handful of facts about? It’s a big ask and I just feel like this is all coming out of nowhere! I mean, what would I be getting myself into? Is this even a good idea? And what if I did decide to go? What would happen after that? Plus, I’m in his direct line of command, so if I went through with this, how would that affect my work? I don’t want to be treated differently because I’m… the kind of person the Supreme Leader has a special interest in.”
“Y/n, your fear of the unknown is showing,” Karmir teases.
“Yeah well, your annoying is showing,” I retort and stick my tongue out.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the woman the most powerful man in the galaxy has chosen to be his special guest,” Balia coos.
“Shut up! Ugh that was so weird that he said that right? Special guest, like what is that?” I comment and laugh.
“All jokes aside, Karmir is right, y/n. I mean all the points you made are valid, but only acknowledge the possibility that something bad could happen from this. Have you considered the possibility that something good could happen from this?” Balia suggests.
I hesitate, “Like what?”
“You seemed really excited about the library he showed you. Maybe there are other things in the Galaxy that speak to your heart that only he can show you,” Balia says. I hadn’t thought about it like that.
“Plus, it didn’t seem like it took him very long to recognize the superstar that you are y/n. That's a record for most guys in this galaxy if we’re being honest,” Karmir adds, and I laugh. “Remember that buff but absolutely dense guy in maintenance who practically strung you along for–,”
“Aht aht aht, we do not relive the past Karmir, you know that stuff stays back there. Or need I remind you of that shady droid dealer back on Planet–,”
“Aht, I got it, message received, future misses Supreme Leader!”
“Agh! Karmir you better shut up right now or I’ll–” I retort with a finger pointed at him.
“Y/n is that you,” a nasally voice asks incredulously. “Wow, I almost didn’t recognize you there. After today’s meeting, we all thought surely the Supreme Leader would’ve absolutely ripped you to shreds by now.”
“Locke,” I mutter as I turn to face the golden-haired boy with bright blue eyes.
“It’s your lucky day. Here I am in the flesh, safe from an interaction with the Supreme Leader, which is more than I can say for most people,” I tease.
“Y/n!” he whines. “That was one time! And I told you that in confidence,” he whispers the second sentence. “Wait, the Supreme Leader didn’t chew you out?”
“Nope, he practically praised me for my work today,” I gleam.
“You’re lying,” he digs.
“I am not! You know, sometimes people have ideas that the Supreme Leader actually likes. I know we’re few and far between but take it as a lesson, Locke. There’s a lot you can learn from us,” I say with a shit-eating grin.
“Ugh, you got lucky one time, y/n, don’t let it get to your head. Besides, when I become Supreme Leader, you’re never going to pull a stunt like that ever again,” Locke declares.
“You as the Supreme Leader? In your dreams Locke,” I insult before Locke brings his cheek close to mine and I instinctively jerk my head to the side.
“Lucky for you, I see you in those dreams with me, as my queen ruling by my side,” he smirks.
“Locke, I haven't had my dinner yet so you should be thanking the stars right now that I'm not projectile vomiting at you because the image of you as Supreme Leader and me as your betrothed is absolutely repulsive,” I bite.
“Just you wait, y/n. I’ll make you see, one day,” he says before sauntering away.
“That guy was… something,” Balia comments.
“I know… I thought he was over that by now,” I groan.
“Oh my gosh is that the guy who kept hitting on you in Jedi training,” Karmir asks.
“Yes. We’ve known each other for a while. We’ve practically had parallel careers paths working alongside one another but I’ve only ever seen him in a professional way and anything more than that is just him being a personal nuisance. I don’t understand him though. He says stuff like that and it makes me think he still has feelings but he’s always so weird and creepy about it. I’ve told him I’m not interested so many times but he won’t give up. I try to be professional with him and not get on his bad side, but he’s just… something else.”
“Well forget about him, y/n it’s obvious he’s just jealous,” Balia says comforting me.
“You know what’s a great way to forget about him? Go out with the real Supreme Leader,” Karmir says with a wink. Ughhhh I know it’s bad when my friends are making way more sense than I am.
“True, you got me there. But still, all I did today was do my job and now it’s making everyone act weird.”
“Y/n, c’mon, Whether you like it or not, the spotlights on you now. And no matter how much you wish it wasn’t, there’s nothing you can do to change it now,” Balia says.
“Yeah, I guess I can’t. I just don’t know what to do about it now. I don’t know what to do about my coworkers, and least of all, I don’t know what to do about the Supreme Leader.”
“Well, not going surely isn’t going to do anything to make your problems go away. I say you go and hear him out. It’s only one meal. After that, you can decide where to go from there. I think too many hypotheticals are clouding your judgment right now. You don’t know the answer to any of the questions that are making you anxious till you go and see for yourself. And he deserves to know how you’re feeling through all this too. It sounds like he’ll respect whatever it is you have to say and any decision you’ll make thereafter.”
“Balia, you’re a genius,” I exclaim and pull in her for a tight hug. “Okay, I think I’m going to go!”
“Not like that you’re not! Why are you still in your uniform anyway? It’s after hours, y/n,” Balia asks.
“I… might’ve stayed in the library the whole time thinking about things. Once I saw it was dinner time I rushed over here to tell you guys everything,” I explain and Balia raises her eyebrows.
“Oh ok yeah, you definitely made your decision before you even came here,” she quips.
“What? I… No, I needed to come here and tell you guys. I needed to talk things out and hear your input too.”
“Well, the choice is obvious now, isn’t it?” Karmir chimes in and Balia checks her watch.
“We need to get going now if we want to make it in time. C’mon Karmir, we’ve got work to do.”
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“I’ve never been to the F Deck before. I don’t even know where it is, “ I jitter.
“Oh, I’ve guarded the F Deck a few times. I’ll show you the way,” Karmir smirks.
“Does my hair look okay,” I ask.
“For the millionth time, y/n, yes you look stunning. I don’t think the Supreme Leader has ever seen a star shine this bright,” Balia compliments. My cheeks heat up which fortunately go unnoticed as we navigate the maze of halls in this quadrant.
“Oh my gosh, what do I sound like? Why am I getting this worked up? This is so stupid. Maybe I should just–,” I cry out while we turn a corner. I see a pair of stormtroopers at the end of the hall, guarding the entrance to the F Deck, and I freeze.
“No, I can’t do this,” I cry out. Karmir and Balia turn to look at me.
“Y/n, yes you can. Everything’s going to be okay,” Balia comforts. I crane my neck to see the stormtroopers still there. Oh stars, they can see all this happening in real-time.
“This is so embarrassing,” I wail as I bring my hands to my face.
“No! No ruining my masterpiece. You promised, y/n,” Balia complains, referring to the light makeup she applied. A light tint to enhance my glowing skin, blush tinted cheeks, manicured eyebrows, coated lashes, and softly glossed lips.
“Sorry, Balia. I just feel ridiculous. Why did I do all this? He knows what I look like normally in my uniform and bare face. This is too much.”
“Well, it’s too late to change, and besides, it looks perfect. You’ve got a light touch of makeup, your dark brown waves are flowing, and you’re wearing a nice yet casual enough ensemble to match the occasion,” Balia states.
“Y/n, just take some deep breaths, okay? In. Out. In. Out,” Karmir says. I follow his instructions. Oh, what am I getting myself into?
“Remember, it’s one meal. One meal with one guy. It’s not the end of the world,” Balia assures. Easy for her to say.
“C’mon, we’ll walk you as far as we can,” Karmir says. He offers an arm out for me. Balia, on the other side of me, does the same. Arm in arm we walk down the longest hallway in the entire ship. As we approach the troopers, one extends his arm out.
“Stop. We were only instructed that she would enter,” he says.
“I know. I just wanted my friends,” I say and look at each of them, “to be there with me along the way.” We pull each other in an embrace.
“You’ve got this y/n,” Karmir whispers.
“Everything’s going to be okay. I know this might sound weird to say, but I want you to have fun, okay,” Balia says. We let go and they smile at me, mentally cheering me on. Have fun? How can any of this possibly be fun? I guess if we were normal people having a normal casual dinner, this could be fun, but it’s hard to ignore the fact that none of this is normal.
I take a step forward and the guards move to make room for me. I walk toward the staircase and take the first step. I turn around and see Karmir and Balia standing, waiting for me to go in. I mouth “I love you” to them and they mouth it back.
I continue my ascent up the stairs, counting each step as I climb to keep my brain on something other than my absurdly loud heart beating 1,000 beats per minute. Once I reach the top, my breath is caught at the view before me. In front of me is the railing along the ship and the cosmos surrounding it all. Few rooms aboard the ship have window access and I’ve always been jealous of people who lived in those rooms. I walk forward and lean against the railing. I look around at the clusters of stars around me. There are a few planets on the horizon, but they are too small and far away to distinguish. There is only open space to the left of me. Once I finish gazing at the stars, I turn toward my left and see him. He is looking down, tapping his gloved fingers along the table, like he did at the meeting earlier today. I turn and make my way over to him. When he hears my footsteps, he perks his head upward. His eyes widen, engulfing my presence. He rises from his chair.
As I make my way over, I take in my surroundings. The table laid out for us is a bit smaller than I imagined. It seats four, and only two chairs are placed. Silverware and plates adorn the table but the food has not been served yet. The lack of accouterment takes away from the romance of the scene before me which leaves me partially relieved yet partially disappointed.
He makes his way over to me before standing by my chair. I look around. No one else is on the F deck, it is just the two of us.
“Hi,” I squeak, frozen in his presence.
“Hello,” he utters before taking me in. “You look positively radiant,” he says with a small, warm smile. Oh stars, what is happening? What is happening right now? He holds a gloved hand out, palm facing up. At first, I freeze, unsure of what I’m supposed to do until I see his line of sight move from my right hand to my eyes. Oh. I place my right hand in his outstretched hand. He brings my hand toward him and places a delicate kiss on my bare skin. Is the room spinning right now?
“Th–thank you,” I say with a gulp. Have fun. One meal. One guy.
“Please take a seat,” he says and offers the chair in front of me. He seats me and returns to his own seat. He looks at me and his gaze is inscrutable.
“I’m pleased you could make it… y/n,” he says and I perk up at his use of my name, without my title.
“Is it okay if I–” he says but I interrupt because I already know what he is going to ask.
“Yes, you can. I was caught off guard, Supreme Leader,” I respond.
“Between you and me, I would prefer it if you called me by my name as well,” he says.
“Yes, my apologies. Force of habit I suppose… Kylo,” I say and without thinking, bring my finger up to touch my lips after saying his name.
I struggle to come up with the right words to say next, but my thoughts are interrupted when Kylo motions with his hand and a servant practically pops out of thin air with our food. My body is rigid as the server arranges our plates and drinks. I look to Kylo to anchor my thoughts, my vision, on something. The starlight casts a glow on his face. The light highlights the planes of his cheeks and forehead and enhances the shadows of his eyes and chin. Is Kylo the type of person people would describe as tall, dark, and handsome? I thought that phrase was mainly used to describe men of darker skin and hair tones, but something about Kylo’s dark hair and dark… energy I suppose seems to fit the bill. Such a brooding man if there ever was one.
He nods slightly at the server and they leave just as they arrived. My stomach vibrates at the smell of the food. I can’t wait to eat. I realize I haven’t eaten since the morning. How have I not fainted by now? I guess adrenaline and anxiety are enough to feed on for hours in a situation like this.
“Kylo, this is delicious. Much better than the dining hall food reserved for lower units,” I comment and then instantly swallow my tongue. Critiquing him feels wrong, even more so now than other times when I had. How have there been multiple times where I critiqued the Supreme Leader? But wait, isn’t this a dinner with Kylo? So should any of that even matter? Ugh this is all so confusing!
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he says with a meager smile. Have fun. One meal. One guy.
We end up eating in silence for several minutes. I struggle to find things to make conversation because every topic I can think of seems too trivial for someone like him. As for Kylo, I don’t know why he’s being so quiet, he asked me to be here.
“Kylo, can I tell you something,” I blurt out.
“Yes, y/n, what is it?”
“I was a bit nervous about coming here tonight. If it weren’t for my friends, I might not have even come at all.”
“Oh,” he says, concern filled in his eyes.
“I’m still not sure if I made the right decision or not because I have a lot of concerns, but I want to tell you that I think I do want to get to know you, but I have some conditions,” I assert.
“Oh, okay. What is on your mind, y/n,” Kylo probed.
“Well, for one, when you said you wanted me to get to know you as Kylo and not just Supreme Leader well, I think you flatter yourself too much because let me just say that I hardly know you either way. Just because you are the Supreme Leader doesn’t mean I know you. If anything, it only guarantees that I know of you. I would like to get to know you in both capacities, but there needs to be reciprocation. This isn’t just about me getting to know you, okay? I want you to want to get to know me too,” I remark.
“Yes, y/n, of course. I had hoped that my invitation for dinner would have implied a mutual interest in you but I –,”
“No, that’s where you’re wrong. Kylo, I’m not in tune with the Force like you are, so I can’t read minds like you can. It’s not enough for you to ask me to dinner on the declared intent of wanting me to get to know you. If you want to get to know me, I need to hear you say those intentions out loud.”
“Y/n, I apologize for not saying it before and for not being clear. It would be my honor to get to know you and spend time with you in both a professional and personal manner,” he confirms and heat spreads throughout my body.
“Thank you,” I meekly respond with a blush on my cheeks. I was really expecting him to fight back.
“Is there anything else you wanted to address?”
“Yes. Even though this extends personally and professionally, I think we should keep the two separate for now.”
“May I ask why?”
“I…,” I start responding before I realize that what I have to say sounds a bit pathetic even in my head.
“What is it?”
“I just… I would be absolutely gracious to have the opportunity to learn more from you, as the Supreme Leader, but I also don’t want to be treated differently in any way.”
“I understand your concern. It is not my intention to display any sort of favoritism. My treatment of others is–,”
“No. Well I mean I definitely don’t want you to treat me differently, but I also don’t want my peers or anyone else for that matter to treat me differently,” I admit. Kylo/Supreme Leader looks at me quizzically.
“I don't quite understand.”
“Any attention from you makes people talk. Attention from you 99% of the time means that someone did something wrong. And in the 1% chance that your attention is caused by someone doing something right… well it’s enough to make people notice.”
“Y/n, I cannot help it if others give you attention. For what it is worth, that attention seems to be rightfully deserved. Your performance speaks for itself and anyone with half a brain would take notice of such a stellar being.”
His lips reach a full smile. A real smile. The kind of real smile most people have. Not just a Kylo version of a smile. A whole smile, beaming just for me. My ears feel red. My eyes are dangerously close to watering so I turn to the side and start blinking rapidly for a few seconds to make the premature tears go away.
“I see. Um, thank you… Um my statement still stands that I want to keep things separate for now. And for the time being, I think it would be best if these rendezvous’ would remain under wraps if you know what I mean.”
As much as I’d love to shout from the rooftops that I’m having dinner with Kylo Ren, it would be far too much to have anyone more than my friends and those stupid guards knowing about this.
“Yes, I understand. The guards I stationed here were personally appointed by me and have been sworn to secrecy.”
“Normally, I do not care for secrets whatsoever, but I understand that given the circumstances, they may be necessary.”
“I would agree.”
I pause for a moment.
“I must admit, it feels as though, if you were a normal man and I was a normal woman, perhaps we wouldn’t need to worry about these things. But nothing about this is normal, so we do have to worry about these things.”
“You worry about a far greater deal than you let on y/n. But, I must say, it is your thoughtfulness that drew me to you. I hope to learn more of the thoughts you have and what worries occupy your brain. It is a shame that the Force is not with you.”
Oh Kylo, I wonder what goes on in your brain too. What thoughts are you having at any given moment? What feelings do you have behind the emotionless mask you display at all times? Stars know any inner thought or feeling he has has a 0.01% of ever being expressed.
At this point our meals have been consumed and the plates before us grow cold. I stand up and grab Kylo’s hand.
“C’mere for a second,” I order and he stands up, following my lead as I make our way to the railing. We both place our hands on the railing at a slight distance.
“This view is stunning. I feel like I can see the whole galaxy right now.”
“You should see the view from Planet Zina. There are several nearby planets and stars the size of moons.”
I turn my head to look at him and falter before saying, “You rule over a beautiful realm, Kylo.” He cocks his head at me and doesn’t say anything for a while but I can see the gears turning in his mind by the look in his eyes.
I look down at his gloved hands.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
Karmir probably would have said something like “you just did, y/n” and I smile at the thought.
“Could I see your hands, without your gloves?” It feels like I am asking him to strip naked, but for some reason unbeknownst to me, I need to know what his hands look like. Something about their concealment by gloves leaves a burning curiosity of what they look like and what that might inform me about him.
He takes a breath, mentally weighing his options before he decides to acquiesce. He slowly and cautiously proceeds to remove each glove at a time and holds out his hands for me, palms facing up. I take one large hand in both of mine and flip it over. I hold his hand in my left one and trace over his fingers with my right one. I look up at him for a moment and see him studying my movement. I look back down at his hands and note the rugged callousness of them.
“Supreme Leader, have you ever heard of a thing called lotion,” I joke and Kylo laughs. He audibly laughs and it sounds equally foreign and magical. The sound lights up my heart and it feels like fuel I can survive on for the next week.
“Yes, young commander. It may surprise you but I have heard of the whimsical potion. Luckily my gloves conceal and remove the need for such a thing.”
“I don’t know about that. You’re looking a little ashy my guy,” I say with the casualness of a joke shared with a peer or subordinate, not the man who holds my professional future in his strong ashy hands.
“Y/n,” he scolds. I take his hands in each of mine, palms touching, fitting like pieces of a puzzle. I rub my thumbs across the backs of his hands, fighting the temptation to trace the protruding green veins.
“I know, I know.” I sigh while looking at our connected hands. We stay silent for a moment, appreciating the other’s presence.
“Kylo,” I say before looking up at him. “This is nice.”
“What? Holding hands with the Supreme Leader?” he sarcastically quips.
“I didn’t know the Supreme Leader knew what a joke was let alone be able to make one,” I gasp.
“The Supreme Leader is a man of many talents.”
“Uh huh so that’s what we're calling them now,” I joke with a smile and see one returned to me. His smile even reaches his eyes which crinkle at the ends.
“It’s nice being here… with you. I had a nice time.”
“Yes, I imagined negotiating would be one of your favorite pastimes.”
“Kylo!” I swat at his arm and in one swift movement he takes my arm and spins me around, pulling me in an embrace where my back meets his broad chest. My arms are twisted across my waist and his are crossed over mine. His hands hold each of mine at my sides. My breath catches in my throat. He leans forward and rests his chin on my left shoulder. We hold each other like that for a while. The warmth from his body feels so good. I could just melt into his touch.
“Do you still wonder if you made the right decision about coming tonight?” Kylo asks.
“Yeah I was just thinking about that, and I think maybe I shouldn’t have. You know, ashy hands are kind of a dealbreaker for me, Kylo.”
“Oh stars will you please give that up, y/n,” Kylo exclaims and it makes me giggle. I turn my head to the left and see his smiling face.
“I think I made the right decision. But, how well tonight went doesn’t change my apprehension. I think that whatever this is between us, it’s a lot for me. It’s a lot for me to handle and I just… I guess I just want to ask that you be patient with me and that we take our time exploring this.”
Kylo rubs his thumbs in small circles along the tops of my hands. He leans into my touch ever so slightly and we both look out into the cosmos ahead of us.
“Yes, y/n. I never want to make you feel uncomfortable. We can move however slow is necessary for you. I will be there with you every step of the way,” Kylo says and I feel too stunned to even speak. How did we get here? How did I end up in the arms of Kylo Ren, The Supreme Leader? What’s worse is, how did I get to a point where I never want to leave those arms ever again?
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I can explain (Shangqi x f!reader)
Shangqi x f!reader
Prompt: “When everything’s going wrong, the mere thought of you makes it right.” + never wanting to pull away kiss
Content: a little angst, but more fluff
Word Count: 1.6k
Babyboiboyega’s Marvel Masterlist
A/N: this is my first ever time writing for Shangqi (or Shang-Chi), and I already have a lot of other ideas for this incredibly loveable character.
I hope you all enjoyed this!
A heavy sigh left Y/N’s mouth as she unceremoniously dropped onto her couch. The feeling of her limbs relaxing into the cushions almost prompted a moan of relief to follow the heavy sigh. It did, however, make her eyes flutter closed as she leaned her head back.
Y/N had been thinking of this moment the entire day. The moment when her week ended and her weekend began; a weekend of not having to deal with rude, angry-at-the-world customers who decide to yell at her because a privately owned publishing warehouse doesn’t print the book that they want. Or the customers who don’t check their emails for their tracking information and then get mad at her, for some absurd reason.
Another sigh leaves her mouth, and this time with the sigh goes her thoughts of work, entering the empty air for the weekend.
But being off on the weekend didn’t exactly mean being absolved of texts and calls from fellow coworkers, ranting about customers, or even management. So when her phone’s ringer went off, signaling a new incoming text, she simply kept her eyes closed. She certainly had enough time to read and reply...but maybe later.
The text had already migrated to the back of her mind in the span of a few seconds...and then her phone went off again. This time, two quick “dings” sounded through her apartment.
Her eyes opened before she slowly sat up, her phone coming into view. Before she could spare another though about her phone and it’s notifications, her hand quickly reached for the remote and pressed the power button.
She managed to flip through a few channels before her phone rang once more, and this time it was accompanied by a few knocks on her door.
Completely disregarding the fact that it was almost 11 at night and she hadn’t been expecting anyone, and being fueled by her now very obvious annoyance, it only took her a few strides to reach her door. In all honesty, she’d had no idea what she was going to say to whoever was on the other side of her door; but whatever had been ready to leave her lips died as soon as she opened the door.
“Shaun?”
She hadn’t been able to control the volume and surprise in her voice, and she saw his grimace in response. She couldn’t find it in herself to care if he didn’t like the volume in her voice; the very next emotions she felt surge through her body was...well, it was a cross between worry and anger.
“Y/N...hey.” He had a sheepish smile on his face; one that showed off his dimple. One that she had to restrain from returning. But then she remembered the last time she had seen that same smile and the last time she had even heard from him. Her eyebrows raised incredulously.
“‘Hey?’ ‘Hey’?? That’s all...that’s all you have to say to me after being gone for...a month? And some weeks?”
She could hear the hurt in her own voice, and it made her want to cringe at herself.
‘He could have been doing more important things than worrying about you’ is all that went through her mind.
Her arms crossed self-consciously in front of her.
“Please, let me explain. It’s… it’s actually crazier than you think.”
The hesitance on her part came from her nagging thoughts that flipped between “he was genuinely busy” and “he’s about to make up some absurd excuse for why he hasn’t spoken to you while also letting you down gently”.
“May I come in?” His eyebrows were raised as he gently asked for her permission. Y/N quickly nodded and stepped to the side before her thoughts could scare her too much.
His eyes stayed on her as he stepped past her, entering her apartment. She took a second to take a deep breath before closing the door behind him.
She briefly wondered how her face looked as she turned to face him. Did she look as hurt and worried as she felt? Could he see her feelings on her face?
“I’m sorry for disappearing for...as long as I did. And I’m sorry for not reaching out at all during that time. But I can explain why.”
His eyes followed her figure as she walked slowly around her kitchen counter. He made no effort to hide the pleading look in his eyes, and he only began talking when Y/N raised her eyebrows from across the counter.
“Okay. Just...bare with me.” Y/N’s eyes narrowed and more questions filled her mind as she watched him take a breath as if he were bracing himself.
Y/N hadn’t known what to expect when he had started talking, but she definitely wasn’t expecting a story filled with martial arts, trained assassins, ancient organizations, soul-sucking demons, and dragons.
Even after he had explained everything, his eyes watching and waiting for her reaction, she still couldn’t find the words to express herself.
Her body was frozen in its same position, and her eyes were wide and staring right at him. As the silence stretched between them, he couldn’t help grimacing slightly once again.
“Also, my name isn’t really Shaun. It’s Shangqi.”
That last piece of information seemed to finally shake Y/N out of her stupor, as she blinked quickly and let out a quick breath.
“I...I don’t know what to say.” In all honesty, all of this was kind of making her head spin, and it was evident in the way her breathing picked in just the slightest.
“W-What exactly do you say to someone who’s just saved the world? ‘Thank you’? ‘I owe you my life’- because, I guess, technically, I do owe you my life. Because of you, I still have my life- or my soul.”
At her rambling, Shangqi’s expression shifted from one of wariness to relief to a little worried. It had only just crossed his mind that he was worried that she wouldn’t believe him, and not worried about how she would receive the information.
She believed every word that had just come from his mouth, simply because she knew that he wouldn’t lie about something like this. She knew that he wouldn’t lie to her… at least she hoped he wouldn’t.
“You don’t have to say anything. I...I just needed you to know why I was gone. The thought of letting you go one more second thinking I just...left you was driving me crazy.”
A humorless laugh forced its way through Y/N’s lips.
“Yeah, thinking I had driven you away was driving me crazy too.”
Before she could even regret her words, her eyes were drawn to Shangqi, whose head was shaking quickly. In a few steps, he had walked around the counter, coming to a stop a few feet from her.
“That was never the case, I swear. You could never drive me away, not even if you tried.”
At the minuscule smile that appeared on her face, he risked taking another step forward.
From where he stood, he could smell faint traces of her favorite perfume that had slowly worn off during her day. Her favorite perfume had quickly become his favorite scent, simply because it reminded him of her.
From where she stood, she could easily see the faint signs of exhaustion on his face. No doubt from the strains of the last month and a half. It made her want to reach out to him.
“Every second, from the moment we left, all I could think about was coming back to you. Even while staring into the face of a-”
“A mega soul-sucking demon?”
The quiet laugh that left his mouth seemed to weigh on her body, but not with pressure. Instead, all she felt was warmth, and it coursed through her veins with the power of 11 suns.
“Yes,” there was laughter in his voice as he responded, “even while staring into the face of a mega soul-sucking demon.”
As he spoke, he had gradually moved forward until taking a deep breath would easily have their chests brushing against each other.
Y/N couldn’t keep the tremor out of her voice as she spoke, her eyes flickering between Shangqi’s.
“You...you really thought of me when you were saving the world?”
Her eyes fluttered closed as his hand raised and gently cupped her cheek. Soon after, she felt pressure from his forehead connecting with hers. Without hesitation, her own hands lifted, coming to grasp at his sides, desperate to pull him closer.
His breath fanned across her face as he spoke, and it made her hands tighten.
“When everything’s going wrong, the mere thought of you always makes it right.”
His words were quickly swallowed by Y/N’s lips pressing against his with fervor. The hand that was on her cheek gently titled her head back as he kissed her back with just as much passion, while his other hand wound around her waist. They both pulled at the other, as if they couldn’t get close enough.
The warmth that had been coursing through her veins quickly turned into leg-numbing electricity the longer their lips were connected. Her eyes were closed, and so were his, but they could both see the other’s face behind their lids, surrounded by the stars their presence created.
The only thing that could pull them apart was the need for air, and even then, as their foreheads connected and their lips stayed hovering over each other’s, they breathed the same air.
Shangqi’s words were shaky as he spoke, his thumb rubbing circles into her skin.
“You make everything right.”
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Once again, I hope you all enjoyed this! I would take requests for this character, but I still have a ton of requests for LOK....
But maybe sometime in the near future!
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