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Fight for their lives (Part 2) (Alternative ending 1)

Created: 06.06.2023

Finished: 14.06.2023

Edited: 25.09.2023

Age: 18

Word count: 6,011

Warnings: Child loss

Request: Yes (Tumblr user)

Pairing: BlackHill

Part 1 , Part 2 (AE 2)

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The first to open her eyes was Maria, who, blinded by the bright light of the afternoon sun, tightly shut them closed once again as she took a moment to adjust her sight.

Turning her head to her right, the first thing she noticed was the fierce long red hair of her wife, who was still unconscious, spread on the white pillow, making her smile at Natasha's stunning beauty.

But the smile quickly turned into a frown when she noticed how her wife's entire body was covered in wounds and how the cast on her leg slightly poked out from under the white blanket Natasha was covered with.

Looking down, Maria also noticed the cast on her hand and she could only imagine that she looked fairly similar to Natasha.

Natasha.

Her sweet wife that almost died because the people they called their friends were willing to let her die inside rather than going in to save her.

"Natasha..." Maria chocked out, her voice only above a whisper

"Hey... You're okay." A deep voice reassured Maria "She's okay."

Maria looked in the direction from where the voice came and found Bruce there with a smile on his face.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted Bruce that Maria started to show signs of waking up and he rushed towards their room as fast as he could.

"Tasha..." Maria lightly coughed

"She's going to be fine. Don't worry." Bruce started doing a quick check-up on the brunette "She's about to wake up any moment just as you did."

"What happened?" Maria asked in her groggy state

"You got into an explosion on your way out." Bruce explained "Lucky, you both just got away with a few broken bones, nothing major."

"For how long was I out?" Maria looked around the room trying to find anything that could indicate to her what hour it is

"For about 3 days and a half." The doctor said

"Oh my God..." Maria gasped quietly "Y/N! Where is she, Bruce? Where is my daughter?"

"She... Umm..." Bruce had no idea how he was supposed to break this news to Maria "She's..."

"Maria..." Natasha groaned, scrunching her face in pain

"Tasha!" Maria quietly shouted panicked "Tasha, baby, are you okay?"

"Mia?" Natasha questioned confused with her eyes still closed

"I'm here, babe!" Maria reassured "I'm right here! Can you open your eyes for me, beautiful? Please..."

As told, Natasha slowly opened her eyes, taking in the brightness of the daylight, and turned her head to her left where she found Maria's worried gaze fixed on her.

"My leg..." Natasha cried in pain

"Can you give her something for the pain?" Maria pleaded, looking at Bruce "Please."

"But of course." Bruce nodded, walking over to Natasha's bed "I'm going to give you something for your arm as well."

"Arm?" Natasha mumbled confused, her eyes going wide when she noticed the cast Maria had on her arm "Mia! Sweetheart, are you okay?"

"I'm okay, baby. Don't worry." Maria smiled reassuringly "I'm okay, you're okay, we're both okay. Just calm down."

"Why are we here?" Natasha looked in between Maria and Bruce

"There has been a little incident that happened during the mission." Bruce spoke "Remember? The poisonous gas and then, after Maria pulled you out of there, you both have been caught up in an explosion. The team dug you out. You had your leg out of place. I fixed it, don't worry. Maria has her arm broken and both have a few broken ribs but, again, it's nothing major that can't be healed. You just need time to recover."

Natasha nodded "Where's Y/N? I want to see her."

Natasha asked the question that Bruce dreaded to answer because he didn't know how to answer it.

He can't keep avoiding telling your mothers the truth about you.

"She's just sleeping." Bruce lied to the worried mothers "You have scared the poor kid so much."

"We're sorry." Natasha sighed looking at Maria with tearful eyes

"Don't worry, you two." Bruce smiled sadly "I know for a fact that she isn't mad at you."

"I can't wait to see her." Maria smiled "I miss her."

"We both miss her." Natasha added

"Well, how about you both take a nap, recover your strengths a little, and after you wake up again you can see her? How does that sound?" Bruce proposed

"We can do that." Maria agreed

"But, Mia..." Natasha wanted to protest but was quickly stopped by Maria

"We need to let her rest, Nat." Maria tried to reason "She must be so tired after everything we made her go through in the past few days."

"Yeah..." Natasha sighed sadly "You're right."

"Great." Bruce clapped his hands "It's settled then, ladies. You both take a nap and while you sleep I'll take care of everything else."

Maria extended her hand and waited for Natasha to do the same.

The redheaded spy wasted no second in grabbing her wife's hand and giving it a light squeeze.

"Sweet dreams, beautiful." Maria quietly said, giving her a soft smile

"Sweet dreams, gorgeous." Natasha reciprocated the smile

Maria waited for Natasha to close her eyes before following her wife's cue and fell asleep in a few seconds.

—

"How are they feeling?" Clint eagerly asked Bruce once he walked into the living room where the entire team was gathered

"They are okay. I'm confident that in a few days, I'll be able to allow them to go back to their room." Bruce sighed deeply "But they asked about Y/N."

"And?" Steve raised his eyebrow "What have you told them?"

"That she's sleeping in her room." Bruce looked at the floor "I couldn't bring myself to tell them the truth just yet."

"I think that's better." Steve nodded "We should all be there when we tell them what is actually going on."

"We should be there for them." Wanda sniffed before bursting into tears again "Oh, Y/N..." She cried

Steve rubbed Wanda's back gently, quietly trying to comfort his teammate.

"I told them to take a nap and they agreed." Bruce said "We will talk with them after they wake up."

"The question is, how will we break the news on them?" Clint asked tearfully

"We'll think about a way to tell them, without giving them an instant shock." Steve sighed sadly "Although there's no easy way of telling them."

"We just hope they won't react too badly." Bruce nodded, quietly agreeing with Steve

—

A few hours later, the couple was wide awake and lovingly staring into each other's eyes.

"I love you so much." Maria whispered to Natasha, bringing the redheaded woman's hand up to her lips and gently kissing it, because yes, Natasha's bed was that close to Maria's

"Thank you so much for saving my life." Natasha smiled, squeezing Maria's hand "Mia, it was so crazy of you to run inside the building for me without thinking twice."

Maria shook her head "I'll do it all again without hesitation. Don't ever dare to say something like this again. My life without you means nothing."

"But you would still have Y/N." Natasha pointed out "Even if I wouldn't be here anymore, I would keep living through her."

"But still..." Maria sighed, looking into Natasha's green eyes "You're my wife, my soulmate. We're bonded forever. In life and death. That's what we swore when we united our destinies forever. To stand by each other's side through everything. Good or bad."

"I love you, Maria Hill." Natasha smiled

"I love you too, Natasha Romanoff-Hill." Maria smiled back

Just then, the sweet moment between the couple was interrupted by the sound created by the door of the room that swung open, revealing Bruce followed by the rest of the team.

"Hey, guys." Maria smiled excited "It's so good to see you."

"We were wondering what took you guys so long to come and check on us." Natasha added

"Yep. We were." Maria nodded but then her smile slightly turned into a serious frown "Except you, Rogers, because you were trying to keep me away from my wife."

"But I did move out of your way." Steve pointed out "I was just trying to save everyone's lives."

"I guess that's fair." Maria shrugged "We're good."

"Thank you." Steve slightly smiled

"Where's Y/N?" Natasha asked concerned as she scanned the crowd with her eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of her little girl

"Right..." Maria dragged out, looking at Bruce "You promised us she'll come to see us when we wake up."

"Tasha... Maria..." Clint stepped forward but it was clear he tried his best to avoid the mothers' gaze "There's something we need to tell you. There is something you have to know."

Natasha turned her head toward Maria and worriedly looked at her wife.

Natasha gave Maria that look that screamed 'What is going on?'.

Maria just shook her head to show Natasha that she was equally just as confused as her wife was.

"Clint, be a man." Maria quickly turned her head around toward their friend "Just tell us what is wrong with our daughter. Where is she?"

"Y/N..." Clint took a deep breath but couldn't bring himself to continue the sentence

"I'll take it from here, Clint." Steve patted Clint's shoulder as he stepped forward

"Steve? What is going on?" Natasha's voice was filled with a mix of utter confusion and motherly concern "What are you hiding from us?"

"There aren't many ways to explain this so I'll just go straight to the point." Steve rubbed his forehead, trying to put this into words as best as he could "So you both have inhaled the gas that was released into the air inside that room, and maybe Bruce has already told you, and you know, that the gas was highly poisonous. The injuries caused by the explosion were nothing compared to the internal damage created by that poison."

"So you want to say that..." Maria started

"Yes." Steve interrupted the commander "The poison had managed to quickly spread throughout your entire bodies and you both started showing signs that your body was starting to fail down. Bruce didn't have the antidote for whatever that gas was. The only thing he did was to slow down the process but it was only a matter of time till the inevitable happened. You were both almost dead."

"And how did you manage to save us then?" Maria asked again, as Natasha was too shocked to speak

"We didn't." Steve admitted "Y/N did."

"Y/N did what?" Natasha finally spoke at the mention of her daughter "She's only a kid. How could she save us when you all couldn't?"

"We aren't sure what she did exactly." Steve explained calmly "We just know that after she spent a few minutes alone here with you guys, she ran out, her mind made up on the fact that she would save her mothers. Not one word was said about her plan. She returned a day later with the antidote in her hand being seriously injured and refused to accept any help before you both received the cure that saved your lives."

"How bad is it?" Maria tensed her shoulders and her jaw became even sharper than it already was, if that was possible "What are her injuries?"

In Natasha's eyes, on the other hand, tears welled up and she suddenly forgot how to talk.

"Just calm down a little." Steve signaled with his hands for them to breathe "Y/N..."

The expectation was heavily hanging in the air and the parents felt like going crazy from worry.

Their baby girl has been hurt just because she put her life in danger to save theirs.

"God damn it, Steven!" Natasha suddenly shouted, taking everyone by surprise "Just tell us what is the state of our daughter! You're killing us with this waiting! We're about to go crazy from worry!"

"Y/N..." Steve took a deep breath in, attempting to gather enough courage to continue "She is... Dead. I'm so sorry..."

Time froze still in those moments as Natasha's and Maria's worlds came crashing down on them.

Steve must be lying because such an unfathomable scenario could never happen.

And yet, Steve never lied.

They knew.

But still...

"I want to see her." Maria coldly demanded, throwing her blanket off of her, as she sat up

"Maria, no." Steve rushed forward to push Maria back down on the bed

"Hell yes." Shouted Maria who was trying to fight Steve to let her go

"I'll go to her." Natasha also threw her blanket off of her but, unlike Maria, her leg wasn't making it too easy for her to move around

"Nat, no." Clint was quick in making his way over to his best friend's bed and keeping her in place "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Get off of me, Clint!" Natasha shouted "I need to see my baby. Steve is lying. She's actually in her room. Bruce told us. She's sleeping."

"Natasha, just calm down, please." Clint begged "Listen to us."

"No!" Natasha screamed "I want to see Y/N."

"Rogers, I swear to God." Maria threatened while Natasha kept screaming "I'm going to kill you."

"Hill we aren't playing around here." Steve tried to dodge the slaps from Maria "Stand down."

"Take me to my daughter." Maria shouted "That's a direct order. I want to see her with my own eyes."

Both Steve and Clint tried to hold the mothers back without much success.

Those two women were putting up a hell of a fight.

"Let them go." Bruce shouted at Clint and Steve "I'm tired of this. Let them see her."

"But, Bruce..." Wanda sniffed

"Doctor Banner, that's a really bad idea." Steve interrupted Wanda

"We must let them have some kind of closure with their daughter." Bruce explained, his voice firm, but his eyes full of unshed tears "Wanda?" He looked toward the girl "Can you use your powers to stop them from feeling the physical pain from their injuries?"

Wanda nodded and with a move of her hand, a red smoke started glowing from her fingers, quickly engulfing Maria and Natasha.

"Steve, pick Natasha up." Bruce instructed "Clint, help Maria sit up and walk."

The men rushed to do as they'd been told and took the women to the room where they would be facing their worst nightmare.

—

The door swung open and some light entered the dark room through the crack of it.

A shiver ran down everyone's spines as the, not only dark atmosphere, but also the cold temperature of the room greeted them alongside silence.

Maria's and Natasha's eyes were scanning the dark room around, waiting for you to pop out from the shadows and scare them, since they knew how much you loved to prank them.

But that didn't happen.

Instead, they slightly jumped scared when someone flicked the lights on and artificial light filled the room.

The air around was hanging heavy with sorrow, almost becoming unbreathable.

When they spotted it the mothers had two, very different, reactions.

Natasha, who was still carried by Steve, froze.

She was unable to move one muscle of her body, not one finger at least.

She was staring wide-eyed at the blanket that was clearly covering someone's body on the lone table placed in the middle of the room.

It's not every day that the table is put to use.

And in these circumstances, the Avengers wished they never had to use it.

Not for this.

Maria, on the other hand, took off sprinting in the table's direction, and without the slightest moment of hesitation, she pulled the blanket down.

The commander couldn't contain her gasp when, right there on that damned table, she saw her precious daughter, laying motionless, her beautiful pale skin paler than ever.

No trace of blood on you since Bruce made sure that Wanda changed your clothes into a pair of grey joggers and an immaculate white t-shirt, both picked from your wardrobe, after he stitched the wounds up and cleaned you.

If they didn't know better, the team, which over time has turned into a big family, could swear that you were just sleeping.

Laying like that, in those clothes, with your wavy hair untied and sprawled out on the unforgivingly cold table.

"Y/N." Maria shook you after her momentarily shock passed "Y/N!"

Natasha was still as zoned out, her eyes glued on your peaceful face, as the first time she entered the door.

The redhead wasn't even noticing Maria struggling to shake your body with the hand that wasn't in a cast.

But the shaking wasn't giving any results.

Maria had to act fast and she knew what she had to do in situations like these.

She vividly remembers this being one of her first military classes while being a new recruit.

So she started doing CPR, pushing air out of her lungs into yours once in a while, hoping that the mouth-to-mouth would make her attempt even more successful.

She wasn't caring about her broken arm.

She could only concentrate on the fact that she needed to revive you, although she could feel on your skin how ice-cold your body was.

“Breathe, Y/N!" Maria commanded you in the harsh tone that she only had reserved for her agents "Come on! Wake up!" She kept shouting "Come on! That’s an order, agent!”

"Maria..." Someone softly called her but she ignored the voice

"Wake up, kid!" She shouted once again as she continued performing CPR "You know I don't like people disobeying my orders! Wake up! I gave you an order!"

Maria kept shouting commands at your lifeless body for a few more minutes.

She wasn't going to give up on you.

Not yet.

But she slowly started to realize on her own that it was useless. All her attempts were in vain.

She wasn't going to receive an answer from you, no matter how hard she tried.

“Please, baby...” Maria's voice cracked at the end as her hands stopped moving and she slammed her head on your chest "Please..."

Loud sobs started coming out of Maria's mouth as she felt like the most useless and worst mother in this, or any, world for not being able to protect you enough.

You were dead because of her.

Because she wasn't strong enough.

"I'm so sorry, honey." Maria sobbed on your chest "I'm so sorry, kiddo. I'm sorry."

Everyone gathered around the room wanted to step in and try to comfort Maria but they knew that she needed to let it all out first, they couldn't dare interrupt the moment of two mothers grieving for their daughter. It would be a sin to do so.

No words in the world could ease the pain inside their hearts.

The only thing that could, isn't alive anymore.

The sun wasn't going to rise and shine in the morning for the Romanoff-Hill family again.

They were cursed to live in the dark for the rest of their lives.

"My kid!" Maria shouted painfully, punching your chest with her fist "My child!"

Maria's acceptance of the situation seemed to finally snap something inside Natasha as she silently shuffled down from Steve's arms and sat down on the edge of the table where her only baby was lying dead.

Although her entire life, her heart, her soul, her joy, was lifelessly lying there, Natasha's face was devoid of all emotions.

Not one tear was present in her eyes.

She couldn't feel anything on the inside anymore.

Damned be the moment her daughter's life was taken.

That is her only baby girl, the one she has wanted her entire life, the only one she ever had, the only one she'll ever be able to have.

Why would anyone dare to hurt her beloved little baby in such a way?

"Maria?" Natasha asked confused, her voice worryingly too calm, as she pushed her wife's head away from your chest "Why did you stop? Keep going!" She screamed "Damn it! Don't stop!"

"Tasha..." Maria sniffed, looking up at her wife with eyes filled with pain "Babe..."

"Don't 'babe' me!" Natasha kept screaming "I told you to keep going! You can't stop! You're not allowed to stop until my baby wakes up!"

Maria shook her head at Natasha before looking down and quietly starting to cry again.

"No..." Your Mama mumbled as she took you into her arms and cradled your head close to her chest "No, baby, no..."

That was the moment the scary Russian assassin really realized that no one, not even her wife, could bring her daughter back and she allowed herself to break down.

Loud wails escaped her mouth as tears ran down her cheeks, falling into your hairline, socking it wet.

"My baby!" Natasha screamed, starting to rock your body and herself back and forth "My baby! Y/N! Why? Why, baby, why? Just why? Haven't I lost enough already?! Haven't I suffered for my sins enough?! I never wanted this life! I was forced into it just to have the things I love most taken away from me!"

Maria fell to her knees beside the table as she rested her forehead on it, not being able to bring herself to look at her wife anymore.

Various people turned their heads away from the heart-wrenching sight and Wanda even covered her ears while tightly shutting her eyes closed.

"First my biological mother, then Yelena, my childhood, my choices, my adoptive family, my freedom!" Natasha screamed at no one in particular "And now my daughter! Why her? She's innocent! She didn't have to pay for my mistakes! If you really want a life, take mine! Just make my baby wake up!" Her sobs slowly started to subside "Just take mine. Please..."

Natasha numbly looked down at her daughter's head that the mother had safely tucked in her chest, trying to find comfort in that feeling as she kept rocking her child.

Humming filled the room all of a sudden as Natasha started humming the very same song that used to calm her daughter when she was a baby, silent tears still rolling down her cheeks.

She clung to your body as if her life depended on it, and refused to let go.

"Nat, I think it's time to go." Steve whispered after a few minutes, holding Natasha back by her shoulders gently "We need to get her ready for the funeral."

“No..." Natasha's voice broke "You can’t take her! Please don’t take her." She sniffed "Please, not yet. It's not her time. She's still just a baby. She needs her mama with her.”

"But we have to let her sleep, Nat." Clint started playing Natasha's game "We don't want to wake her up. You know how grumpy she is when she's woken up from her nap."

"Yeah..." Natasha nodded, lured by Clint's words "Yeah, you're right. My Y/N doesn't like to be woken up too harshly."

"See?" Clint managed to pull Natasha away from your body slightly, but his best friend still refused to fully let go of her dead child "You know I'm right. Let's go outside while she naps."

"Do you have a pillow?" Natasha stroked the back of your head "Whoever put her down for her nap didn't put a pillow under her head. I think it was Maria." She added "She usually does that because she thinks that putting her head on a pillow will hurt her neck."

"But of course that I do." Clint tried to seem enthusiastic "Just let me bring it to you."

Clint desperately looked up toward Bruce and the doctor pointed with his head towards a cabinet on the other side of the room.

Clint ran over and quickly pulled out a pillow from inside the cabinet, running just as fast with it back to Natasha.

"Thank you." Natasha took the pillow from her friend's hand and placed it down on the table "There you go, baby." She smiled, carefully lowering your head down on the pillow and moving your hair away from your eyes "That's better."

The spy pulled the blanket that was still covering your legs halfway up, tucking you in just like she used to do when you were a child.

"Sweet dreams, kitten." Natasha whispered after she kissed your forehead

"Let's go, Tasha." Clint urged when he saw that Natasha was lost in lovingly looking at your sleeping face "Let's go have a cup of coffee while she sleeps."

Natasha hesitantly nodded and Clint quickly, but carefully, scooped her up and carried her out of the room.

"What happened to her?" Maria's voice was heard again

"Eight bullet wounds all over her body." Bruce told her "One of them was fired so close to her heart that it actually managed to scrap it. Adrenaline kept her going until she arrived back here. She died of a heart arrest and excessive bleeding alongside internal bleeding that was the one to cause the heart arrest in the first place."

"Who did this to her?" Maria's heart was filled with a sudden urge for revenge

"We don't know yet." Steve answered "But we will find out. I promise."

Maria nodded before looking back at your face and tearing up.

"I hope that one day you can forgive me." Maria whispered, kissing your hand

Your Mom stood up and, with one last kiss to your forehead, she pulled the blanket all the way over your head, closing her eyes after she did to recollect herself for a second.

"I love you so much, kid." Maria said

And with that, she stormed out of the room without another word.

—

The true challenge came the next day because it was the day, two mothers were supposed to be burying their beloved baby six feet under in the cold and dirty ground.

Throughout the entire ceremony, Natasha was surprisingly calm and collected while Maria was putting her usual strong facade on even though everyone who looked at her could see the pain and fight in Maria's eyes.

Natasha was surprisingly calm and collected until the moment to lower the casket, with her baby inside of it, into the ground, came.

To each corner of the casket, a man was standing there.

The four men who were chosen to be the ones to lower the coffin were the very same men you used to call your favorite uncles.

At the front left of it was standing Tony.

You loved Tony because he always, without fail, gave you money and allowed you to assist him in the lab. You loved his sarcastic side and humor. And he always made sure to remind you how sorry he was for that incident when you were 6, although you told him he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

At the front right of it was standing Steve.

You loved Steve so much because he used to bake cookies for you, read you your favorite books, or teach you old songs from the time when he used to be your age and before the war started.

At the back left of it was standing Clint.

You loved Clint because he was unable to say 'no' to you. He was your mama's best friend and has been a father figure for you from the moment you were born. You loved his family. His kids were your cousins that now won't have you around them anymore to play with you and his wife, Auntie Laura as you called her, always saw you as her own child. Your sudden death left them completely devastated.

At the back right of it was standing Bucky.

You loved Bucky because you were the only person he gave his permission to stick fridge magnets on his arm. Many people requested that but only you were allowed. He always allowed you to play with Alpine, his cat, and he helped you, alongside your mothers, learn how to ride a motorcycle while also telling you stories about your Mama when she was nothing more than a teenager that he took under his wing while training her.

When the men bent down to pick the casket up, they were unexpectedly stopped by Maria.

"Wait!" She shouted, walking over "Just wait."

They thought that she wasn't ready to let go of you but instead, she silently pushed Clint aside with one pleading look and took his place.

Maria has left everyone speechless with her gesture that indicated acceptance of the fact that you were actually gone and never coming back again.

She was ready to let go of your body.

To allow you to finally rest.

"Don't you dare!" Natasha shouted at her wife when she saw Maria bending down

"I have to." Maria whispered and Natasha lost it

"I said don't!" Natasha screamed "Listen here, Hill. If you dare be the one to lower our baby into that grave I'm going to kill you. She isn't going anywhere! You're her Mom. How can you do something like this to her?"

"I'm so sorry, Tasha." Maria sniffed, guilt written on her face

"It's only your fault!" Natasha cried "Yours! I am never going to forgive you, Maria Hill! I hope you rot in hell for what you did to my baby! I hate you!"

"I just wanted to save you!" Maria tearfully shouted back "You! My wife! How was I supposed to know this was going to happen?"

"I told you!" Natasha screamed "I told you to protect her! I used my last strengths to tell you to take care of her! To go home back to her! If you had listened to me she would be alive right now! She would be safe. You would have been there for her, to help her grieve my death. She would still be alive and I would've been the one lowered in that grave today instead of my child!"

Natasha wanted to throw herself at Maria and push her away from that casket but she was held back by an invisible force who was restricting her moves.

"Wanda! Let go of me!" The spy shouted, recognizing whose magic was holding her back

"I'm sorry, Nat." Wanda tried her hardest not to burst into tears "It's for your own good."

"No!" Natasha screamed, trying to fight her unseen restraints

"Now!" Wanda shouted at the men and Maria

The next few seconds were a blur for Natasha just as they were for Maria.

One mother had to watch her baby being lowered into the grave.

The other mother had to lower her baby into the grave.

Nothing was more painful in this world than the pain caused by the loss of your child.

They know now.

Natasha and Maria know.

"Don't!" Natasha screamed as tears cascaded down her cheeks "Not her! Not my baby, my girl, my little kitten, my sweet angel! Anyone, but not her!"

And that's how a beautifully written story had a tragic ending.

—

For the next few days, Natasha and Maria avoided each other as much as they avoided passing by your room's door and knowing that you were not inside.

They were aware of the fact that this was a moment when they needed each other's comfort but both women were too stubborn to admit it.

Maria drowned herself in work, trying to distract herself from her feelings.

Natasha was just lying around in her bed, hugging a picture of her sweet baby girl tightly to her chest. She tried to find comfort in hugging the comforter and pretending that she was actually hugging you but her heart was telling her the painful truth that the comforter wasn't her child.

It wasn't until one week later that Natasha decided to open the door of your room and have a look inside.

It was as if her heart started bleeding.

Everything inside that room was a painful reminder of the fact that you are gone from this world.

Your Mama stepped inside shily and couldn't contain her tears as her eyes scanned every part of that room.

The room was untouched. Exactly how you left it almost two weeks ago and never returned to it.

It was as if the room was waiting for your return, frozen in time.

Your headphones and your phone were thrown on the bed, as the sheets were pulled back and the pillows messed around with.

One door of your closet was slightly open and your favorite childhood teddy bear was lonely lying in the middle of the bed.

On your desk was a project that Natasha knew you had started working on the night before they had to leave for that cursed mission that broke your family apart.

A project that will never be finished.

She carefully sat down on the edge of your bed and dared to pick up your phone.

Much to her surprise, the phone still had some battery left after so many days and Natasha rushed to get the charger and fully charge it.

She opened it and looked through all the silly pictures, funny videos, and songs you had on your phone.

"Oh, baby..." Natasha sighed deeply "I miss you so much! I miss you more than anything. I want to be with you wherever you are."

"If you go to her then her sacrifice was in vain." Maria leaned in the door frame and looked at her wife "She died to save us. She gave her life for ours. If we take our lives then her death was for nothing. Believe me. I thought about this option. We must keep living for her."

"It hurts so bad." Natasha quietly cried, forgetting about any resentment she had for Maria at that moment "Every part of my body hurts me. Everything remainds me about her absence. I don't know if I can keep living like this, Maria."

"We have to." Maria walked over to Natasha and kneeled in front of her "This isn't any easier for me as well. I was her mom too. She was my baby just as much as she was yours. She was ours."

"She's our perfect baby girl." Natasha sniffed, unable to talk about you in the past "We weren't good people but she somehow managed to take that small part of goodness we had in us and turn herself into the sweetest girl this world has ever known."

"You're right." Maria smiled sadly "That's why we need to live. To remember her and to take her legacy forward."

"She didn't even get to know that mission was supposed to be our last." Natasha whimpered "We were going to retire for her. Just like she asked us so many times."

"I know..." Maria whispered

The couple looked into each other's eyes and only saw pain inside there.

Maria pulled Natasha into a hug and they both melted into that embrace.

That's what they have left.

Their love and support.

"I love her so much!" Natasha cried on Maria's shoulder

"I love her too." Maria cried as well "She's going to be with us forever in our hearts. I know she will be."

"We'll see you again, baby." Natasha whispered, secretly hoping that her daughter, from wherever she was right now, could hear her "If not in this life then in the afterlife or another lifetime. But we will meet again. I promise, sweetheart."

One thing is for sure.

You saved your mothers.

They’re alive.

But they wish they were dead.

They are alive only on the outside without you, but dead on the inside as a part of them died with you.

Life is unfair.

It gives you one thing only to brutally rip another one away from you.

And yet the question remains.

You call a child without parents an orphan, but what do you call a parent without their child?

Nothing.

Because there's no existing word in any language to be able to describe such pain.

#mama nat #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha's child #natasha's kid #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha x teen reader #natasha x baby!reader

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nxkkii · 2 months ago

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Hello everyone, I wanted to share some thoughts that I have within myself that I would love to share with you guys. I hope you guys can find some comfort in this to make you feel less alone... like you are being heard. Thank you for listening.

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I have lost so many parts of myself in you and in my heart, and everytime I miss YOU, more then the pices that you took, when I wake up in the morning and feel the sun hititng my face, when I take hot showers and feel the hot water hit my skin almost as a punishent, when I lay my head down in my cold and empty bed, I dream about more pieces of myself that I can give you, rather then heal the pieces that are missing in myself that you took.

I tend to drive past the places that we shared laughter together , I tend to drive past those places.. wishing I could burn it, but that was already happening. everytime i felt pain in my heart.. it was you destroying the world I had imanged.

I wish I could be the person to burn it, until there was flames in the air, like my heart felt when I first laid my eyes on you. it seems good, thats what we all think, until your heart is on fire and no ones left to burn it out. I knew that though, what was confusing to me was not the part of me laying in my bed thiking of what I could change about myself for you, while thinking of ways to self destruct myself in order for you like me better, to hold me in your arms one last time.what was most confusing, was to know, that the only way that I would get you love me and to show me affection, was to show you how hurt and destroyed I am by you and what you've done, do you get off on that? Do I need to show you that I am self destructing myself beacuse of you? Just to get that ounce of feeling that you've so long gave me? then what am I ? Am I a human that can't go on without attention? Am I a human that is only going to learn love by destroying every inch of myself to feel that love, concern, and embrasse? I tend to drive past the places we shared laughter, I feel all the emotions run through my body like its being electrocuted.. do you ever drive past the places we shared laughter together? Or do you sleep peacfully at night? I know you do, while I lay awake, only falling asleep to the imaginary feeling of your touch, I know you fall asleep knowing you got rid of me, goodnight. Those places are burned down.. now we can both sleep peafully.

With those places being burned down, I still feel the abscense of your precense, how hard I try not to admit it, or feel it, it always feels like my lungs, my way of life gets pulled out of me. Maybe thats why I wake up feeling like im suffocating. Does that happen to you? I know it dosen't, and im happy for you, but I hope when you feel like your lungs are getting ripped out and you feel like you can't breath.. you think of me, karma exsits in every form and I hope mine is through your lungs.

But keep breathing, dont go, because no matter what, I will still crave your abcense as if you were dead. Then I begin to think, I would rather imagine you had died, just to feel that seperation from my mind and my heart. But I could never stomach or deal with the fact of you losing your spot on this fucked up earth. What would I do then? Crave that abcense and self destruct in others? but you did it so good, you did it so right, you did it so powerful and no one else could make me feel so bright. Don't go, but please help me erase you from my mind, because if I keep going, I will self destruct myself on purpose, knowing you aren't here, because for so long thats all i've ever wanted and craved. I got the safety in you, more then i've gotten from myself and my family.. At the end of the day is that good? Or is it a distraction from reality that you want me to deny in a world that dosen't exist without you. If I have to keep burning myself in hot water as self punishment. If I have to starve myself while my stomach is in knots, if I have to let myself bleed out, then I will do that. Thank you, for teaching me how far self desctruction can go..and because of you I can.

Sometimes I lay in my bed in silence thinking about the ways I can hurt myself, but in the most brutal way possible. But this time, I want to do it myself , rather then you doing it to me, because now, sadly I enjoy unaliving myself more then you've ever did, now iv'e become addicted to it. Like the first time I have ever chopped down a line and snorted it until my nose bled. I enjoy knowing that I am deterating myself. Piercings and tattos aren't enough. I need more, more pain, more then you've caused me..i've become immune to it, now I need more, more suffering, more tears, more destruction, and more abcense.. now uts not enough for me.. more i need more. More then chopping down lines, more then feeling the cocaine go through my nose. I need more, I need worse. Because now, the benders aren't enough, now the come down isn't enough, now the music isn't enough.. sometimes I feel like dying and becoming a ghost would be easier for me, because it would make me more closer to you. But why would I die when I can torture myself everyday like you've always done to me? Now im addicted, im addicted to your abcense because now, it feels easier to hurt myself now that you're gone.

God, I miss you; I miss hearing your breathing, I miss hearing your voice, I miss knowing I could hug and bring you into my arms while you're right beside me... now I have to learn... I have to learn how to do things without you here, but I don't want too…. I've destroyed myself enough for you to last a lifetime... Do I like hurting myself now? I do... thank you… I would never ask for anything better... because no matter my hurt, no matter myself destruction and absence... I will still choose you. Yes, I will go through the suffering all over again, just to see your smile, your face, and to embrace your warmth... yes, I would do it all over again.

Thank you

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animeboye · 11 months ago

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Mid Dragon's World Chapter 13

Chapter 13: To Bury a Dragon

IT. WAS SO. HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!

I woke up that morning drenched in sweat. I proceeded to sit up, my back peeling from the damp bed sheet. On the floor next to my bed were my shirt and shorts which I had taken off last night so that I wouldn’t be too warm. I stood up, put my clothes on, and headed out of my room.

From downstairs I could hear Girido and Rikai arguing about something. I looked down at the two of them and listened closely to what they were saying.

“For the last time, I don’t know anything about that! Now stop bothering me!” Girido exclaimed. This was the first time I ever heard him sound angry.

“Aww come on, Girie! You don’t need to be so upset. I’m just trying to have a conversation with you.” Rikai said, sounding almost as if he was mocking Girido.

“Don’t call me ‘Girie’!” Girido snapped. “Besides, why do you want to know who Saulstrance’s Champion is so badly?”

“Because once I know the Champion’s identity, I’m going to kill them and take their place.” Rikai explained.

Girido laughed at Rikai’s statement. I could see Rikai’s confident, creepy smile turning into a scowl as Girido continued to mock him.

“And what will taking the Champion’s place accomplish? What will that do for someone like you?” Girido asked, giving Rikai a mocking smile.

“Well for one thing, ‘old chum’, it’ll place me above you. Secondly, it’ll make Master Saulstrance see my true worth.” Rikai explained.

“Old chum”? Did Rikai and Girido know each other? More importantly, what Rikai said made me think: just who was my dad’s Champion? Where were they right now? What were they like?

Girido laughed again. “’Your true worth’? Rikai, do you understand why Lord Saulstrance made you an Apprentice? Because that is your true worth! You should be thankful he even let you join us. Why he did, however, I can’t for the life of me figure out.”

Rikai growled very loudly. He clenched his hand into a fist and hit Girido in the face, sending him staggering back two feet. The two of them stood there, not saying anything, just looking at each other with angry looks on their faces as Girido rubbed the cheek Rikai hit. As soon as Girido stopped rubbing his cheek, he turned away from Rikai and was about to leave.

“You’ve changed ever since you joined Master Saulstrance.” Rikai said.

“And you’re still the same nut you’ve always been.” Girido replied back.

As soon as the two of them were gone, I got up and headed outside. On the steps of the catle sat Alex who was holding the drawing Jericho made for him.

“Hey Alex.” I greeted as I sat down beside him.

“Oh, hey Jake.” He greeted me back, putting the drawing on his lap.

“What were you doing?” I asked.

“Just…thinking about stuff.” He said, pausing for a second.

“Like what?”

“Nothing big. Just stuff.”

Wiping away my sweat from my forehead, I took a deep breath. I pulled my shirt collar down to try and get what little air I could under my shirt. I looked up at the bright, burning sun for a second then quickly looked away as the sun quickly stung my eyes. I was only in the desert for a day and already I wanted to go home. I thought about the first thing I was going to do when we finally did go back: I would lock my bedroom door, turn my air conditioner on, and just lay in my bed and enjoy the nice cold air. Just thinking about how nice that would be started to cool me down. Of course, that quickly changed when Alex spoke to me, snapping me out of my imagination.

“Jake, I’m asking you something!” Alex exclaimed as he nudged my shoulder.

“Huh? Wha--?” I said confused.

“I was asking you how long you think we’re going to be out here? I can’t take it anymore! It’s so hot!” Alex said, wiping away his own sweat from his forehead.

“I don’t know.” I said, not able to think up any other answer. “I just hope it’s not too long. I feel like I’m getting a headache from the heat.”

Alex growled, sounding frustrated. “This is all Z’haer’s fault! If he hadn’t been a spy, none of this would be happening! We’d probably even be getting started on dad’s plan by now.”

It surprised me when Alex mentioned our dad’s plan. Ever since I met both Jericho and Cassie and ever since the incident with Z’haer, I had been wondering if what dad was trying to do was really right. Ever since I could remember, dad always told me that he wanted to make the worlds better for everyone, a dream he shared with his dead friend. He would always say that once the human realm was his, there would be no more bad things and everyone would like me and Alex. It seemed like a great idea but now I just wasn’t sure anymore. Was this really what dad wanted? I wanted to believe in him and his plan, the same way that Alex did but how could I now? I wondered what Alex thought about this? But before I could get the chance to ask him, he stood up and looked down at me.

“Hey Jake, what do you say we train for a bit? We haven’t done that in a long time.” Alex asked, holding Jericho’s drawing in his hands.

I nodded. “Okay! That sounds good! Just no fire, alright? It’s way too hot for that.”

“Yeah, I agree. No fire.” Alex said.

Before we got started, Alex went back inside. He told me he was going to put his drawing back in his room. He returned a moment later and the two of us headed out to the ground. We changed into our half-dragon forms and rushed at each other. Alex threw the first punch which I blocked with my arms. I threw a punch of my own at Alex which he blocked in the same way I did. We continued blocking each other’s attacks, getting a few hits in now and then. We were pretty much even until Alex decided to change into his human-dragon form. I tried to attack him again only to be hit in the face by his scaly fist and knocked to the ground.

“Ow!” I exclaimed as I sat up, rubbing my cheek.

“Hey no fair Alex! You can’t use that form!”

“Why not? You just said we can’t use fire.” Alex replied.

“Well yeah but we’re just training so let’s try to keep our strength about the same.”

Alex groaned. “Fine…” He said as he changed back to his half-dragon form.

Suddenly I heard someone say to me, “You know Jakol, you’ll never get stronger if you ask for people to take it easy on you.” Turning around, I saw that it was dad, and Theian was standing behind him. Dad looked pretty serious. I wondered what was up so Alex and I went over to the steps where they were standing.

“Hi dad. Hi Theian.” I greeted.

“Were you boys training?” Asked dad.

“A little.” I answered.

“Well I need you to put training on hold for a while. I have something I need you three to do.”

“And what’s that?” Alex asked.

Dad walked past us and approached the tarp that Z’haer’s body was wrapped in.

“I need you three to dispose of Z’haer’s body. I don’t care what you do with it, you can throw it over the mountain, bury it, burn it, it doesn’t matter to me but we need to get rid of it. Understood?” Dad explained.

I glanced over at the tarp for a second, then looked up at dad and nodded. Alex nodded too.

“Good. Now be on your way.” Dad commanded.

As he went back into the castle, Theian changed into his dragon form and crouched down. He ordered us to grab both ends of the tarp and but it on his back. I grabbed one side, Alex grabbed the other. It was difficult for us to lift Z’haer’s body even when we were in our half-dragon forms so to make things easier, Alex transformed into a human-dragon again and with very little effort, we lifted the tarp onto Theian’s back and set it down. After that was done, we got on Theian’s back. Since I was in front, Theian told me to keep a good hold on the tarp so that it doesn’t fall off. Once I had gripped it as hard as I could, Theian flew into the sky.

None of us were sure where to put Z’haer’s body. I didn’t think it was right to just drop his body somewhere in the desert and not even bury it. He might not have really been on our side but he didn’t deserve that and I definitely was not going to burn him like dad suggested.

“So do either of you have any ideas on what we should do with Z’haer? We’re gonna need to think of something soon guys.” Theian said as he flew over some mountains with no idea where we were going.

“I think I have an idea.” I said.

“Oh? What is it, Jake?” Asked Theian.

“Well, what if we take Z’haer to that town we were at last night and bury him there?” I suggested.

“I have no objections to that. Alex, what do you think?” Theian asked.

“It’s fine I guess.” Alex shrugged.

Once we were all in agreement, Theian turned around and flew in the direction of Baker Valley. While we made our way there, I looked at the tarp that Z’haer was wrapped in. I still couldn’t believe he was dead or that I was the one that killed him. I’d never forget that feeling I got when I killed Z’haer. I had never been more sick or horrified in my life. I was always going to remember that.

In my head, I apologized to Z’haer and I wished that things didn’t turn out this way. I didn’t care that Z’haer was actually a spy for Tomi, I still liked him. He was so nice to me, Alex, and Theian when he was alive and what he said before I did…that…about how he actually did like the three of us, I think he really meant that.

“Hey Jake!” Alex called to me. “I was just thinking. Where are we going to bury Z’haer in town? It’s not like we can just go into town, bury him, and leave.”

“Alex has a point Jake. Although…”Theian said as he quickly thought something up.

“What? Do you have an idea Theian?” I asked.

“I do: we could bury him on the outskirts of town. And if we do that, then his grave should be left alone for the most part.” Theian explained.

What Theian said made me think: when we bury Z’haer, we’ll be the only ones who will know where he was buried. Nobody would come visit him. Thinking about that made me feel even worse for Z’haer. Dying was bad enough but to die and not have anyone know where your grave was was horrible.

“Guys, I kinda wish we could take Z’haer to the dragon realm and bury him there. I mean, that is where he was from.” I said sadly.

“I understand how you feel Jake. Believe me, I really do. However, it’s too dangerous to take his body back home. Tomi might have his boys searching around the realm too and if we were there and they caught us, it would be over.” Theian explained.

“But what if they’re not there?” I asked.

“We can’t take that risk. I’m sorry.”

“I understand…” I said sadly as I looked down at the tarp again. I knew Theian was right and that going to the dragon realm to bury Z’haer would put us in danger but even then, it still made me sad to think that Z’haer would be buried all the way out here with no one except us knowing.

Once we made it to Baker Valley, we circled around the small town, trying to find a good spot to bury Z’haer’s body where no one would disturb it. Eventually, we decided to bury him on a cliff that overlooked the town.

Theian landed on top of the cliff and crouched down. Alex and I hopped off Theian’s back. I grabbed one side of the tarp that had Z’haer in it and Alex changed into his human-dragon form again and grabbed the other side. We sat Z’haer down next to Theian. Theian grabbed a nearby rock and handed it to me, telling me to hold onto it for right now. He walked towards the edge of the cliff and stuck his tail into the ground. He pulled his tail up, digging some ground up and knocking it to the side of the hole that he was creating.

“Hey Theian, do you want us to help?” I asked.

“No, that’s fine. Just stay there with Z’haer.” Said Theian as he continued to dig.

Theian continued to dig until he had made a hole big enough to fit someone in. He told me and Alex to grab Z’haer and bring him over to the hole. So once again, we picked up the sides of the tarp and brought it over. Before we put Z’haer’s body in, we set the tarp on the ground. I wiped away some sweat and took a few deep breaths as I looked at Alex and then Theian.

“You guys ready to do this?” Theian asked.

We all looked at each other and nodded at the same time. We grabbed the sides again and Theian counted down to three. Once he said three, Alex and I tossed the tarp into the hole. It landed perfectly, no sides coming undone or anything.

“Alright then. Now all we need to do is fill this baby back up again.” Theian stated.

“Can we help?” I asked.

“If you’d like.” Said Theian.

Alex and I grabbed some handfuls of dirt and dropped them into the hole. Meanwhile, Theian simply pushed most of the dirt in with his tail. The dirt that Theian pushed in almost completely covered Z’haer’s body. It took us awhile but eventually we were able to get it done. The hole was filled up. To finish our digging job, the three of us smoothed the ground out. Afterwards, we sat down on the rough rocky ground.

“Well that’s done.” Said Alex, changing back into his half-dragon form.

“Not just yet. Jake, can I have that rock?” Theian asked.

“Sure.” I said, handing the rock that Theian told me to hold onto to him.

Theian took the rock from me. He took one of his claws and carefully carved something into it. Curious about what he was doing, Alex and I stood up and walked behind Theian to see what he was carving into the rock. It was Z’haer’s name. Z, H, ’, A, E, R he wrote. Once the name was in the rock, Theian handed it to me once again and instructed me to dig a little hole by Z’haer’s grave and stick the rock into it so it could be used as a tombstone. Doing as Theian said, I went over to the grave and dug into the ground, setting the dirt I had just dug up on the side. I stuck the rock in and placed the dirt under it, patting the dirt against the rock so it’d stay.

Once Z’haer’s grave was finished, we stood in front of it, not saying anything but just looking at it.

“Perhaps it would be best to share a few words about Z’haer?” Suggested Theian.

“What’s there to say? He was our enemy. We shouldn’t’ve even done this for him!” Alex said angrily.

“He wasn’t really that bad, Alex.” I said softly.

“And how do you know that, Jake?” Alex asked.

“Because right before I killed him, he said something to me.” I explained.

“What was it?” Asked Theian.

“He told me that even though he was a spy, he still liked us. He said the three of us were the only ones he really did like.” I continued explaining.

Alex sighed. “I see…” He said as he turned away and walked to the other side of the cliff.

I wondered if Theian was going to say anything. What did he think about what I just said? I didn’t even know if he considered Z’haer an enemy after what happened. Was he angry at him? Did he wish things would have been different?

“Theian?” I asked.

“Yes?”

“What did you think about Z’haer?”

Theian sighed. He closed his eyes, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes with his paw.

“Well…” He began as he turned his head to me. “I do have some choice words I like to say to him. However, I won’t say them in front of a dead dragon’s grave. The truth is…I’m conflicted. I can’t say I hate him for betraying us because he was never on our side to begin with. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish things would have gone differently. I do believe that he truly did like the three of us and who knows? Maybe if things had been different, we could have been true comrades.”

I agreed with Theian and felt kind of the same way he did. Deep down, I was also a little angry at Z’haer but mostly I was sad. But I also realized that if I hadn’t done anything, we might have been in serious trouble. So I didn’t know…was what I did good because I saved us? Or was it bad because I killed someone?

As soon as I stood up, I saw Alex standing behind us. He walked in front of Z’haer’s grave and stared down at it. He clenched his fist as it started to shake.

“Out of the three of us, I’m definitely the angriest at you. We trusted you, Z’haer, and you screwed us over. As angry as I am though, I am pretty impressed with you at the same time. You knew your life was in danger once we discovered who you really were but you didn’t let that scare you. You were so confident and so sure of yourself. I have to admit, I thought that was pretty cool of you. If I were in your shoes, I probably would have been scared out of my mind. So…rest in peace, Z’haer. You were our enemy, and our friend.” Alex said with a small, sad smile.

I smiled at Alex, surprised that he would say those words to someone who be felt betrayed him. I wasn’t sure what else there was left to say. Theian and Alex pretty much said everything I would have. Instead, I decided to kneel before Z’haer’s grave, put my hand on top of his “tombstone” and just say “rest in peace. I’ll see you again someday”.

After we were done giving our final farewells to Z’haer, we flew down to the small town. We all changed into our human forms and just roamed around. We didn’t say anything to each other. We were probably all thinking about Z’haer.

As we walked down a street, I saw two kids, a blonde haired boy and a brown haired boy across the street running past.

“Hey Jimmy! Wait for me!” The blonde haired boy called out to his friend.

Seeing those two reminded me of the time I spent with Jericho and Cassie. I wondered what they were doing and if they were thinking about me. I wanted to see them again so badly but the only question was how could I do that without dad knowing? I couldn’t go tonight. Dad would definitely know something was up then. Then it hit me: tomorrow morning! Tomorrow morning, I was going to see my friends again!

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inkareds · 2 years ago

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Sun-Kissed Skin Wally West // 500

nav // dc m.list // ko-fi ✧.* warnings: ficlet, very very uneditted, wrote this in a whim at 12am, apologies ✧.* genre: SFW // Fluff

Unsurprisingly enough, Wally West wasn't much of a morning person. That was Dick's thing when he wanted to be productive. But Wally? Even the days he had planned to be productive, somehow he could sleep through a hundred of his alarms and wake up late into the day if no one physically woke him up.

He thought living with you, thus having to wake up with you every day and go back to sleep every night with you in his arms would fix that situation. After all, though you did always wake up earlier than him, the ruffling of the sheets, the moving of limbs from around him, and the sounds around the apartment should wake him up right? Wrong.

In fact, the sound of the water as you take your morning shower or the ruffling of sheets as you make your way out of the bed. Made his brain realize that you were tangible and that you were here, with him. Thus bringing him so much unprecedented warmth and comfort it lured him into a deeper sleep.

It isn't until you wake him up with a flurry of kisses or the smell of breakfast being cooked that Wally gets up from the bed.

There were times though, extremely rare times, but times indeed, where he'd wake up just earlier before you.

This was one of those times.

Wally's eyes cracked open just a little bit, adjusting them to the sumlight that peeked through the curtains. Despite having them somewhat closed, they were letting in more sunlight than he wished. It came in rays, beaming rays that illuminated the room with bright lines.

He squinted as a low groan erupted from the back of his throat. He was just about to sit up and stretch his muscles when a sudden murmur of words caught his attention. Wally's eyes immediately darted downwards towards his arms.

That was when he realized, for once, he didn't wake up alone. You were still deep in your sleep, cuddling with Wally's side as your subconscious forces you to murmur words of confusion as to why your loving partner was trying to get up. Wally surpressed a chuckle from exploding and relaxed back into the bed.

He spent a few moment just staring at you, smiling as one of his hands slowly carress your cheek. You looked absolutely majestic.

Despite your morning breath, messy hair, slight drool on the corner of your mouth.

Wally couldn't help but let a goofy smile creep towards his expression. You looked incandescently adorable. He felt his heart swell a thousand fold as you shifted in your sleep. Moving towards him and pulling him closer to your embrace.

In the arms of the person he loved most. Wally West found himself drifting right back to unconsciousness. Just as he thought telling you when the two of you woke up about how he woke up before you. Then imagining how you would never believe him.

His smile brightened as he took one last glance at you.

Maybe this could be the motivation to wake up earlier.

He leaned in to press a small kiss on your sun-kissed skin. The rays of sunlight making you more ethereal than he thought could be possible. Before drifting back to the realms of sleep.

RIght, I apologize about how short this was, this was written on a whim because I suddenly got inspiration, and I swear I am writing my Matt Murdock fic I SWEAR I AM WRITING IT, And I swear I am writing my Dick Grayson fanfic AND my Druig Fanfic... I just need to edit them and I hate editting so,.... haha yes....

btw... bcs I saw you guys were interested

@fandomfaeryreads and @the-flying-graysons

#wally west x reader #wally west #flash x reader #flash #kid flash x reader #dick grayson #wally west x you #wally west fic #flash fic #flash one shot #dc #dcu #dcau #justice league #young justice

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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shameful lust; suna rintarō

synopsis; he’s off limits in every way, but that only makes you want him more. based off of this, this, and this. the smut is inspired by my bunny anon’s birthday idea :) bunny, you know the one :)

pairings; brother’s bsf!suna rintarō x fem!reader

genre; porn with kind of plot lmfao

word count; 5.5k what the fuck??

trigger warning; age gap (not specified, & everyone’s 18+), masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, humiliation, praise, mini panic attack, link for the lingerie (slight nsfw warning)

it started off innocent, as most things do. you were sixteen when you first felt the butterflies nestled deep in your stomach, the drop of your heart, the heat of your cheeks, only around him. you’d thought it was a natural reaction; after all, you’d known suna rintarō since, quite literally, forever, and you were a growing girl, hormones imbalanced and thoughts as confusing as ever. it was normal, completely ordinary to feel as nervous as you did whenever his hand so much brushed against yours, or whenever he’d barely glance your way to offer a small, teasing smile.

it meant nothing, of course. you were just a young girl, sixteen, desperate to lose yourself in some sort of fantasy. a silly crush on your brother’s best friend was nothing strange, and definitely inevitable.

it would go away.

you’re eighteen when the feelings don’t go away, and when they begin reshaping into more— impure thoughts. the more you see of him, the more hyperaware you grow of everything that he is. suddenly your eyes easily find the small strip of skin revealed when he stretches his arms up, and suddenly you can’t help but constantly think about the way he sits, legs spread so wide as if to... accommodate something. suddenly your thoughts always find their way back to the way he’d hugged you goodbye, arms squeezing you so tight to him, allowing you to feel every ridge and ripple of his muscles, and the way he had ruffled your hair and his hand, so large, so easily sinking into the strands— and you’re left wondering what else his fingers could do in your hair, to the rest of your body—

it’s bad. it’s really bad. every day you try and convince yourself it’s innocent, and every night you prove yourself wrong when you find yourself on your stomach, face buried in your pillow and teeth biting down on it, mouth dampening the cloth as your fingers rub harshly at your clit and sink into your dripping cunt— all with his name falling off your tongue as you heave and cry. every night you think about how much thicker his fingers are in comparison to yours, how much longer, how they’d feel inside of you, curling within you. you know he’s dexterous, insanely good with his hands. you’ve seen the way his fingers fly across a keyboard or tap urgently at a gaming console. you know it, and it in no way helps in calming your frustration.

it’s bad, of course, but you live with it. after all, he is in every way off limits. a lot older than you, and much more experienced, suna would have to lose his mind before he ever thinks of you the way you think of him. what would a girl like you have to offer a guy like him anyways? your shaky hands and clumsy mouth? your tight cunt that can barely fit two of your fingers? you’d only leave him unsatisfied, and leave yourself utterly humiliated.

worst of all, however, you can’t imagine how devastated, how betrayed, your brother would be if he’d caught you fooling around with his best friend.

so although you’re yearning to say fuck all and fuck him, you don’t, because it doesn’t make sense in the slightest for you to do so. you continue to make due with what shirtless image of him or that time he slept over and went commando, waking up at the same time you had and his — his dick was hard— you could see—

fuck.

you need to grow up.

as you sit with your back to your headboard, your knees bent up and swinging slightly, two simple knock erupt on your bedroom door. it’s late afternoon, the sun’s brightness dimming slightly, casting your room in an orange glow. in all honesty, it’s soothing.

looking up from your phone momentarily, you call out for the person knocking to come in, your eyes returning to your screen once more.

“hey.”

at the sound of the awfully familiar voice, your head snaps back up and you lock your phone, looking up with newfound excitement at the man standing at your doorway. “hi,” you return with a smile, sitting up and crossing your legs.

suna smiles back, walking into your room with one hand tucked behind his back. “your brother said i’d find you here,” he explains, walking towards you.

you quirk a brow, curiously and amusingly smiling as you ask, “whatcha got there?”

he’s quiet for a moment as he walks over to your side of the bed, maneuvering in a way that doesn’t reveal what he has hidden behind him. you twist around on your bed, leaning on your knees to face him properly, and it’s just when you lift up slightly to settle comfortably that he leans down, bends over to get close enough to whisper, “happy birthday, pretty girl.” he gives you not another moment to process how close his face is — how close his lips are to yours — before the hand behind his back comes around between you.

tucked in his hand is a medium sized bag, not related to any sort of brand, so you assume it’s a simple bag he’d gotten from a convenience store. that would really only mean one thing— that he’s gotten you more than just one gift. you can’t see what’s in it since there are colorful papers stacked within it, obstructing your view, but you’re still flustered at the mere thought he’d even considered to buy you a gift. it’s not unusual; suna, every year on your birthday, has gotten you a gift, yet it’s usually more so a gag gift than anything. some inside joke of yours, maybe he’d pay for your dinner, things like that. never a full on, thought out gift.

“you didn’t have to,” you say, settling back down on your knees and hesitantly taking the bag from him.

he waves you off, disagreeing. “course i did; you’re nineteen now.”

you roll your eyes. “wouldn’t eighteen be more special?”

“fine,” he decides, playfully taking the bag from your grasp and pulling it to him. “guess i’ll just give this to someone else then— maybe your mom—“

“suna!”

at your reaction, he laughs boisterously, and against all odds, you find yourself smiling too. quickly, you reach out for the bag again, pulling it back to you.

“open it when you’re alone,” he disclaims, almost as if in warning.

warily, you eye the bag.

“sure.”

you try to be quieter when unboxing suna’s gift, but the paper’s scrunching is just so damn loud. after cursing it out, you finally rid the bag of its first layer of paper, and are met with a scented candle and some lotion. basic, expected. there‘s a card there too, and when you open it, there’s a note in his messy handwriting, reading out a simple happy birthday— and a good couple of yens too. money, a candle, lotion.

so basic.

there’s still more paper beneath, but you don’t expect it to be for anything except decoration, not for—

what the fuck.

What The Fuck?

your two hands dip into the bag, reaching out for the final gift, grabbing it by its straps and—

holy shit, he got you lingerie.

it’s so— sheer? you don’t think an inch of you will be properly covered, even with the lingerie on. it’s properly transparent, with only the intricate lace designs to modestly cover you. when you dig into the bag, you find the panties to match the bra and— well, it’s pretty, you can’t lie. there are dark, almost flowerlike designs all over, and it’s a deep black, nearly blue or green. there’s also a garter belt, but there aren’t any stockings in the bag to attach to the clips. maybe he’d expected you to take care of that?— ah no, you stand corrected. there are stockings.

fuck, he thought of everything didn’t he?

but more importantly, what the fuck does all of this mean?

burying the lingerie deep inside the bag again, and making sure to cover it up with the paper, thoroughly, you place the other gifts and the card back in and on top, before putting it aside on your bed.

and now, to gather your fucking thoughts.

you had to text him to thank him for the gift, obviously. but there was no way he’d accidentally misplaced the lingerie there. it was deliberately placed, with the way it was folded and tucked neatly, underneath an extra layer of paper above and beneath it? yeah, definitely on purpose. but— why? had he taken notice of your feelings towards him? was this his way of making fun or... reassuring you they were mutual?

god, what the hell are you thinking.

snatching your phone from your bedside table, you check the time.

2:01 a.m.

okay, everyone‘s bound to be asleep by now. hopefully. you eye the bag, so cautiously one would assume there’s some sort of killing machine within it. you contemplate. shake your head. no. the gears twist. yes.

no.

yes. no. yes. no—

fuck it, it’s yours anyways, isn’t it?

you snatch it loudly, rushing off to lock your bedroom door, then rushing to close the blinds, tightly, surely, then rushing to turn the lights off and turning the small lamp by your bedside on instead. what else are you meant to do with lingerie other than, well, put it on? it’s rational, you think, obvious.

it’s fine.

stealing one last, deep breathe, you dump the contents of the bag again, and pick out the lingerie.

it fits.

it fits perfectly.

the bra is snug against your chest, pushing at your breasts but not digging in uncomfortably. your nipples peak through what‘s revealed of the mesh, and when they stand perky and hard, you blame it on the fact that you‘re half naked. the garter belt wraps tightly around your waist, not squeezing to the point of discomfort and pain, but not loose that it’s a nuisance, and the clips that hang from it are attached to a pair of stockings that stop mid thigh, squeezing at the flesh. finally, a pair of panties rest on your cups, cupping your ass perfectly. it too is sheer, and god— you can see so much of you.

is this— what he would‘ve wanted?

you can’t deny that you do look good. it shows your figure off appealingly, and coupled with some dark lipstick, your messy hair, and the slightest smudge to your day’s eyeliner— would— would he have wanted you like this? all dolled up for him?

is this what suna likes?

doubting the fact that you’ll ever have the courage to put this set on again, you grab at your phone, clearing the area before your mirror, then sitting down at the edge of your bed. might as well enjoy it while it lasts, shouldn’t you? posing in the mirror, you appreciate the way you look, the way the dim lighting complements the atmosphere, the way the piece hugs your body and shows you off. you look so good.

so good— for him.

reveling in this surge of confidence, you snap a good amount of pictures, posing differently in each of them, taking them at different angles. your camera roll overflows with them, and as you fall back on the bed, hair splayed out on the mattress, you smile proudly at the pictures.

do you look good enough for him to see?

the thought strikes you suddenly; it tickles at the pit of your stomach, makes your knees bend and your toes curl.

should you?

the messenger app is open at the text messages between you and him before you can think, a picture of you uploaded and ready to send.

should you?

you tuck your lower lip between your teeth, mulling it over anxiously.

no, you most definitely shouldn’t.

quickly, you swipe out of the messenger app, and onto safari. porn it is.

you should‘ve turned the ac on. fuck, it’s hot.

3:10 a.m. 45 minutes since you’d put the lingerie set on and had your mini photoshoot, ten minutes since you’d started masturbating. everything’s still in place except for the garter clips, which have snapped off of your stockings at some point in the past few minutes, but you pay it barely any mind as your legs spread wider, one hand dipped beneath your panties, the other pressing hard against your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet.

it’s not that you generally had a problem keeping down your noises. your home was constantly filled with people, and you’re almost always sexually frustrated at the most inconvenient times. this time, however, it’s different. it’s different because you’re wearing a lingerie set that suna picked out, that suna bought for you, that suna gave you himself. would he have wanted to watch you touch yourself like this, dressed up so pretty? or— would he have wanted to fuck you while—

shit, you’re gonna cum.

you let out a broken moan, bleeding into a desperate son, muffled barely your hand. your fingers fuck into your cunt faster, squelching lowly as you arch your back, pressing your palm harshly against your clit.

“ugh, hngh,” you whine, squeal, wrist aching. “fuck, rin— please—“

you’re so loud, shit, shit, shit.

beside you, your phone dings! loudly, alerting you of a message received, but you can’t stop, not when you’re so close. it dings again, and again, but you continue to ignore, chasing your own high so desperately, faster, faster, faster. the coil tightens, your body tenses, mind hazing over and eyes rolling back— so close, so fucking close.

“well aren’t you a doll.”

your eyes snap open, and you only manage one second to process who the fuck and what the fuck before your hips are trembling and twisting, and your legs are shaking so awfully as your back arches deep. the moment you hear his voice, so deep and clear, looming just by the edge of your bed where you lay spread, fucking yourself, you cum— and you’re convinced you have a humiliation kink. you didn’t cum because you’d simply been close— you came because you heard him catch you.

in your post orgasmic daze, you pant deeply, chest heaving, rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath. your fingers pull back from your panties, falling to the bed, sticky and wet, while your other hand falls from from your mouth, drool and spit dripping from the corner of your lips.

“aw, you ruined the set.”

you sigh. “rin.” the way you say his name isn’t in a way that’s calling out for him, but neither are you scolding him nor brushing him off for teasing you. you’re just simply trying to process the fact that he’s here.

“i like it when you call me that,” he admits, and in a second he’s falling over you, hands bracing and steadying him beside your head, keeping himself hovering at a small distance. “why do you always insist on calling me suna?” he wonders, head tilting curiously.

blinking slowly, you breathe in, and out, and ask, “what are you doing here?”

above you, he shrugs. “you were the one that sent me those—”

immediately, you’re pushing him off you, sitting up all too quickly as you reach out for your phone. you shakily unlock it, typing in your password and opening the messenger app. he’s right— shit. you could’ve sworn you’d deleted the photo, because you’d explicitly decided just how stupid sending it would’ve been.

well, look at you now.

“that wasn’t— oh my god, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to,” you stutter, turning your body towards him once more, but avoiding his gaze, your body, only barely having just cooled down, heating up once more.

“oh?” he tests. “was it not meant for me?”

“no, i—“

he’s smiling all too wide for him to not be getting off on your embarrassment. at the thought of that, your eyes unintentionally snap up to him, to his crotch, where beneath his sweats is a bulge, and god, it’s like all those nights ago where you’d seen his dick through his sweats and he’s big, he’s so big—

“just where do you think you’re looking?” he sneers, hand all of a sudden gripping your chin, tilting your head back up and forcing you to finally, for the first time, meet his eyes. they’re dark, almost sinister, as they narrowly glare at you, begging you for explanation.

your mind’s no longer clouded over, all pleasure dissipating from your veins, pathetic humiliation replacing it. “i’m sorry,” you mewl, eyes tearing up at the look on his face. of course he was disgusted. just as your stupid crush on him was natural, so was his reaction. “i’m sorry, please don’t tell anyone,” you beg, lower lip wobbling.

his grip on your chin tightens as he furrows his brows. “tell anyone?” he questions. “about what?”

had he not— heard you?

he says your name, firmly, deeply, in a way that has you stifling your sobs and biting your bottom lip to stop its quivering. patiently, you wait for him to speak, to say anything, until finally, he asks, “do you want me to fuck you?” and your heart stops. “yeah?” he continues, his other hand reaching for your wrist, your hand, the same one that’s still sticky with the evidence of you. slowly, as he brings his lips closer to yours, fingers slipping so that he’s squishing your cheeks tightly, he leads your hand to his crotch, to where his dick is painfully hard beneath his sweats. your initial touch is featherlight, and he doesn’t fully press your hand to his clothed cock, but still, just the smallest, tiniest feel of him has the lust in your veins thrumming alive. “you think you’d look pretty—” he pauses, lips hovering by yours, eyes searching for any sign of hesitance or resistance, “sitting on my cock?”

“i’m sorry,” you apologize again, but he swallows it by finally, finally, pressing his lips to yours. his lips are so soft, softer than you’d imagined and fantasized a thousand times over, as they press against yours, managing to pull the softest moan of surprise and pleasure from you. you’d forgotten, in your moment of shame, just how much you’d craved suna rintarō. just how often you thought about him, those same fingers gripping your chin to be buried inside of you, those pretty lips sucking on your tits and clit. “want you so bad,” you hiccup, kissing him back. “so bad.”

he hums, amused, pulling back. licking his lips with a grin, as if tasting you, his hands leave you entirely, reaching for the hem of his shirt as he lifts it up, freeing himself of the piece of clothing. “don’t you think i know, sweetheart?” he teases, daringly. at the sight of your eyes widening, he nods with a dramatized serious expression, tutting as he adds, “so dirty, thinkin’ ‘bout me like that.”

you whine again, hands lifting up to obstruct your face from his view as you fall back on the bed, body bouncing slightly. “stop,” you plead, not for him to pull back but for him to stop reminding you of just how wrong it is to feel the way you do. still, you spread your sticky thighs for him when he presses his hands to your knees, and you shiver at the feel of his fingers tickling at your skin. “i’m sorry.”

“that’s okay, pretty girl,” he reassures you, faux sweetness dripping like honey off his tongue. he leans in, carefully slow, hands following the curve of his body and yours. “i want you too.” he smiles mischievously, leaning close once more. “so bad,” he mimics you, lips hovering right above yours before he kisses you once more. you want to pinch his arm for outright mocking you, because really, how infuriating can he be? but it’s impossible to want to do anything but desire him in every possible way at the moment, especially when he presses himself harder against you, hips slotting between your legs and clothed cock brushing against your dripping panties.

“rin,” you plead, hands clawing at his back, grasping at his shoulders. god, his skin is so warm.

“yes?” he drawls, wet lips kissing the corner of your mouth, trailing easily to your jaw, and down to your neck. patiently, he waits for you to speak.

with a trembling voice, you ask, “be quick. please.”

a little stunned, suna pauses his ministrations at your neck, but it’s barely for a second. because moments later, he’s grinning sinisterly into the crook of your neck, sucking hotly as he replies, “sure thing.”

you do want to take your time. you want him to stuff his face between your legs and sink his fingers so deep inside of you. you want him to force your mouth down on him, want to bury your face in your lap till you’re choking and gagging on his cock. you want him to take his time stretching you for his cock before he sinks inside of you, letting you feel every single inch and ridge of his dick until he bottoms out. you wish. you wish.

but you’re desperate, and needy, and frustrated, and most of all, you’re not even sure if this is real. you’re scared to blink and have him disappear all of a sudden. you’re scared to wake up with soaked panties and no gift from suna, no suna above you, hard cock pressing against your cunt, only the same suna from all these past years, the same suna you pine over at a distance, wanting but never having.

so you whimper so quietly, “be quick,” again, because he’s still too slow for your liking.

his fingers grasp the sides of your panties, pulling as quick as he can, sliding them down your thighs, watching as the cloth rolls at the urgency as it slides past your knees, your shins, your ankles, legs lifted high up. at the final loop around your right ankle, as suna flings it off, he kisses at your ankle, gripping it tightly and using it to spread your legs.

as your legs spread, your pussy, soaking from both your past orgasm and this unbelievable build up, spreads too, glistening and dripping for him. his eyes easily fall to it, and, with that same glint in his eyes, he grins, and licks his lips again. “wish i could have a taste,” he admits to you, shuffling closer and bending your legs closer to your chest with one hand. the other hand frantically pushes at the hem of his sweatpants, tugging it low, beneath his balls. “god, i’d have you sit on my face for hours.”

he’s going to kill you.

he’s going to fucking kill you.

at his words, your cunt pulsates and clenches tightly, hole glistening as you moan. you hope he doesn’t notice, but he does, somehow, and he laughs, too fucking loud. “you liked that, hm? bet you’d look so cute,” he spurs you on, and your entire body trembles.

you wish to say something, to find the courage to belittle him, degrade him, remind him that if you’re in the wrong for wanting this then so is he, but it’s so hard to find your voice. it’s like he’s stupefied you completely, reduced you to this dumb, wordless, horny mess. god, fuck, it’s embarrassing. you can only watch with wide, tearful eyes and quivering lips and trembling legs as he spits on his hand and fists his cock, quickly, getting himself all nice and slick for you. his cock is— he’s so big, fuck. if you’d been shocked feeling him beneath his sweats, well, your entire body’s rigid with anticipation now.

just as promised, suna’s quick. with one hand pressing and steadying firmly at your lower stomach, right by your hip, he guides his cock to your cunt with the other, wasting no time by pushing in. no way, no way, no fucking way.

how is he fitting?

“ease up,” he orders sharply, forcing more of himself inside of you.

in response, you bring both hands up to your mouth, clasping them tightly above your lips. you remaining quiet is as impossible as ever, with the way he’s stretching you so wide for him, so you press down harder with your hands and throw your head back as he sinks in deeper, and deeper.

“aren’t a good girl?” he praises sweetly, his other hand mirroring the one on your hip. he watches as you lower your head again, lifting it up slightly to look between the two of you at where he’s fully bottomed out, buried deep inside of you. “feel good?” he wonders, even if he knows the answer. your head falls back again and you nod with your eyes squeezing shut. “feel so full, yeah?” you’re glad he’s speaking for you, because you doubt you could find your voice at the moment, even if you tried.

you nod again instead, urgently, just as he pulls out until only his tip remains inside of you, before pressing back in quickly, thrusting into you suddenly. the sight of him above you is better than anything your mind has ever made up, hands squeezing at your hips tightly, both ensuring you keep your legs spread for him and keeping himself up, steadying himself as he fucks into you. his arms bulge and the muscles in his abdomen tighten and tense with every thrust. his chest, so flushed red; his hair, a little sweaty, a little messy; his brows, furrowed deep in concentration; his lips, wet and red, so fucking red, his tongue jutting out slightly as he picks up the pace, as he thrusts faster, harder.

and best of all: the noises he makes. he’s shameless, fucking into you with abandon, moaning and grunting and whining for you, like he’d been the one yearning, pining, and not you. and, you suppose, with the way he’s fucking into you right now, that there might’ve been some truth in his words, that he’s wanted you just as bad, that this wasn’t some pity fuck— poor little girl, his best friend’s sister, sending him lewd and inappropriate photos because she’s so desperate, she can’t help but lust after him, every single day.

his hands squeeze even tighter and he grunts, gritting his teeth sharply. “fuck, m’already close,” he grunts, and somehow, that makes your heart swell, pride deepening. “cunt’s so fucking tight, shit.” you’re making him say those words, you’re going to make him cum so quick, it’s you. you.

when his hands crawl up to your breasts, squeezing and kneading through the bra, your hands fall to his forearms, gripping so tightly and digging your nails into his skin. “please, please, please, cum inside,” you beg, trying to be as quiet as you can. “please rin, please.”

the bed creaks with the effort and speed of his thrusts, your body bouncing as his cock fucks deep into your cunt. his head bows in, smooth hair swinging forward as he curses. “are you— hm..hngh—sure?” he asks, and you nod so rapidly you feel dizzy, arching your back as much as you can to get him deeper inside of you. he’s a mess of curses and pants as he fucks you even faster, one hand remaining at your breast, grasping tightly, the other lowering to your wet clit, rubbing furiously, messily, clumsily.

no words are exchanged as he desperately circles your clit with the rough pads of his fingers, squeezing and kneading your breast as he angles his hips, trying to get you to cum before he does. and just as as before, just as he’d caught you earlier, your body starts to tense up, shaking in anticipation as your orgasm draws closer and closer.

but there’s something— different.

“rin!” you yell out, still half-whispering in an attempt to keep quiet. your eyes well up as you call out for him again, your orgasm unbearably close. “rin, feels weird— oh m—”

he only just barely manages to shove his hand against your face before you’re screaming, throat aching and scratching as you thrash beneath him. around his cock, your cunt spams and clenches down tightly, cum splashing and spraying all over his lower stomach and past his cock to his balls. you’re still thrashing, still squealing and screaming, and he’s spilling inside of you, filling you up impossibly, his cum splashing and dripping as it mixes with yours.

“holy shit,” he breathlessly marvels, hips still rocking and grinding against yours as he helps the both of you ride out your highs. “you ever—“ he steals in a breath, steadying himself slightly, “—cum this hard?”

you’re sobbing, hiccuping and mewling and whining and crying, your body impossibly sensitive. tears stream freely down your cheeks as you sink into the mattress, feeling quite literally like jelly. slowly, suna pulls his cock out, trying not to get distracted by the way your cunt squeezes out some of his cum, and instead focuses on you, his hands cupping your cheeks softly.

“hey, hey, eyes on me,” he encourages, kneeling above you as his thumbs brush at your tears.

“m’sorry, ri— suna,” you heave, hands grasping his as your eyes water again, fresh tears joining ones that are yet to dry.

“what for, sweet thing?” he asks gently. when you start to lift yourself up, he leans back, sitting on your bed, giving you space to get comfortable. he watches with worried eyes as you furiously rub at your eyes with your palms and the back of your hands, as the tears never stop flowing. shit, did he fuck up somehow? he calls your name again, cautiously reaching out for you. when you don’t reject his touch, his heart settles, just a little. “tell me what’s wrong?” he offers again, and you sniffle.

“are you not disgusted?” you ask, voice wobbly and cracking.

his brows furrow, and he cocks his head. “because you... squirted?”

you slap at his arm with a roll of your eyes. “no, suna.”

“when did i lose my first name privileges?” he asks, dramatically shocked. again, you roll your eyes. well, at least the tears have ceased. softening slightly, suna sighs. he’s shit at this. he’s worse than shit at this. talking in general? awful. talking about his or someone else’s feelings? he’s sure the devil would be better comfort. still, he can’t just— leave you. he’s sure that would make things a thousand times worse.

and honestly, neither does he want to leave you.

“i can’t read your mind, pretty girl,” he reminds you, and momentarily, you look away.

until you inhale sharply, and meet his eyes again. “it’s okay...” you begin, trailing off as you attempt to gather your words, before continuing, “that i feel this way for you?”

at your words, at the much needed clarity, suna sighs in relief. so that was it. “more than okay,” he promises you.

you nod in understanding, before prodding further, “not weird?”

he thinks it over, before answering. if he’s honest with himself, the most he’d felt with you was sexual attraction. he liked the way your tits bounced when you ran to greet him or the press of your ass against his crotch when you passed by him to get somewhere. he liked— he liked thinking about your body, your lips, your hands. it’s why he sent you that lingerie set, the one that sits so pretty on your body right now. not that he’d been expecting you to send him anything, and he’d even anticipated that you might feel disgusted, might throw it in his face and slap him too. but he knew you better. suna was observant. he knew more than he let on, more than anyone could imagine. if he hadn’t realized your eyes on him in the past years, he must be blind.

still, he’s not sure if it was ever more, or if it is more. but, he supposes, it’s not an unimaginable feat. he thinks that maybe, there is a chance. he likes you, sure; you make his belly twist and his heart jump. but is he going to risk leading you on?

he doesn’t know.

he settles for, “good weird.”

your face is the definition of a question mark. “what the hell is good weird?”

“your face is good weird,” he retorts. it’s a bad comeback, terrible actually, but his face is flushing a dark red, and he needs to get away. you’re flustering him and it’s pissing him off.

“that’s so mean!”

yeah, the devil would’ve been better comfort. he wasn’t around though, so he made sure suna had been sleeping over that night instead.

worked in your favor didn’t it?

end note; my godddddfhksfhbskjbsb ,,, sorry if you found mistakes this took me all day and im not assed to proofread <//3 but i hope you liked regardless!!

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i love zhongli to the death but just like.... making out with kaeya i cant im in my feels i love this man i am 100% convinced deep down he is soft and he is hopeful and has love to give ;-; this totally isnt romi btw

MAN OF MANY HATS. ft. kaeya alberich

note(s) gn!reader, set in monstadt, lowk just wanted an excuse to regurgitate some unrequited love hcs that's been festering in my mind when it comes to the shameless flirt that is the calvary captain. i sorta hate the ending idk

includes mentions of alcohol & intoxication, in general just soft hcs of this man, angst to fluff probably, just a man trying to figure out love (hi romi i bet you were expecting fluff *laughs evilly & chokes)

drunk. that is most definitely what you are when you stumble up the steps leading to kaeya alberich's front door, regret already pulling at the edges of your sleeve when you make the mistake of knocking, silently beckoning you to return home.

the stars are rather bright for how late it is into the evening, but no matter, because soon, kaeya fills your vision and there is nothing else you can see. hair mussed from sleep and shirt neckline left untied (most likely out of hurry), the sight of him seems to open a wound you were unaware of in your chest.

worry mars his devastatingly gorgeous complexion and the gentle way he says your name has you confused as if you're a spooked creature ready to take flight at any moment. "...y/n."

something blinks in your vision and you remember exactly why you had decided to befriend a bottle of dandelion wine for the night. kaeya's words replay harshly in your head, you stumble dumbly away from the man before you.

i love you, he'd begun softly, but not the way you do.

"n-no... stay a-away-" you steady yourself on the railing of the steps, nearly losing your balance on the uneven ground. the sky is tipping and the floor's become indecisive in the way that you can no longer think straight (not that you had been able to in the first place, after all, you were at kaeya's house).

there's something hot and wet streaming from your face and you're convinced you were made broken because your eyes are spilling unreciprocated adoration and you're sure it shouldn't hurt this much.

"y/n!" his begging is twisting the knife in your gut and you're praying it isn't him that catches you when you finally let your legs give out at the base of the stairs.

it's a shame you aren't religious.

the moon is still awake when you finally stir, your clothing definitely too oversized to be yours. your head is pounding and your visions coming back to you in frames rather than pieces. it's a start.

"you never were good with hangovers," a husky voice chuckles, "guess you've learned your lesson yet again, huh?"

he sits across the room, one leg resting casually over the other while a hand remains clutching an intricate glass of amber liquid. you can't read his face in the dim of the room so you don't bother trying, opting to fix your eyes on the view of the quiet city.

kaeya sighs, setting the drink he'd been nursing in the time you were unconscious down on the nightstand before walking over to settle at the corner of the bed, a safe distance from you. "y/n, look at me please."

there is a pause of silence before you find that it's your own voice that crawls up the hollow of your throat, the sound raspy and somewhat unfamiliar. "d'you ever wonder why the moon yearns for the sun when it's got a whole sky of stars?"

you continue when his silence fills the air, your voice strained. "things we can't have are always the prettiest." when you look him in the eyes finally, he immediately regrets it. your complexion is as beautiful as the moon, eyes resembling crescents while the corner of your lips upturn the way he imagines heartache is knife buried hilt deep in your chest.

"you were always very pretty to me, kaeya alberich," you hum lightly, turning back to gaze at the window as the tears well up in your eyes.

the silence is almost unbearable until he cuts it with his own low voice. "you're being very unfair y/n." the weight on the bed shifts and kaeya is now standing in front of you, the difference in height forcing you to look up at him. "you never let me speak."

you sniffle, stray tears helping themselves to trail down your cheeks. you're doing your best to keep from sobbing right then and there. "what more is there to sa-"

"of course, there's more to say! you confessed and when i said i didn't reciprocate the same way, you just ran off and got yourself intoxicated!" you're not sure when his hands came to hold your face but you're sure now it's to keep you from breaking your gaze away.

he's leaning down and his forehead rests against yours, both of your eyes closing and the air of your breaths tangling in the close proximity. "i don't love you the same way..." his voice is so quiet in the few moments you almost don't hear him. "but i never said i didn't want to..."

and now the room is quiet because you're pressing your lips against his and kaeya is not pulling away. he is an enveloping figure, much like the midnight breeze which has snuck in through the window; warm, languid, and comforting. his lips are kissing you with every intention of loving you and though his feelings didn't match yours, you were more than grateful for the chance that came with the word 'yet'.

kaeya alberich never considered himself to be particularly good at anything, simply a little more than decent at everything; a jack of all trades, if you would. but now, falling back onto the bed with you, he supposed he didn't mind learning a new thing or two.

which was loving you, of course.

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nineteenninety-six · 3 years ago

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A Little Bit of Sunshine

↳ Hector x Reader

↳ Word Count: 3.09k

↳ Requested by @shadechu

A/N: I have never written for Castlevania before but I really enjoyed writing this, it flowed so easily. Hector is probably OOC but who cares lol.

Anyway, enjoy :D

Hector had moved to a small town after everything had gone down with Lenore. After she died he realised how much damage she caused him, the lasting marks of her abuse and manipulation still scarred his body and mind and he could no longer stay in a place where they had lived and she had died.

The fact that he managed to escape the bond she had on him and that he was able to deceive her was only able to sustain him for a short while before everything fell apart and Hector was no longer able to act as if everything was okay, so he left and started anew.

The new town was on the smaller side but not small to the point where he would stand out. He easily blended into bustling crowds in the town centre and the residents treated him like any other local. For the first time in a long time, he felt normal, as working for Dracula was an experience that words couldn't explain.

He had his own little cabin in the woods where he could be at peace and the distance to the town centre was far but long enough for him to enjoy the sights as he walked past. All in all, he liked this new path of his life, it was almost completely different than it used to be and he expected to miss it but he enjoyed the calmness and serenity of this new path of his life.

On his usual weekly trip to town, someone called out to him, trying to catch his attention. it was a young woman, probably the same age as him and she was calling for his attention, waving him over to her stall.

"Sir! Sir!"

Hector looked up in surprise and as soon as the woman realised she had his attention a bright smile overtook over her face before she eagerly began to wave him over, swinging her arms back and forth over her head, gathering the attention of the other people around them.

Hector quickly shuffled over to them not wanting her to cause an even bigger scene and pull more attention their way.

"You're new aren't you?" Was the first thing out of her mouth.

Hector flinched in shock at her words, not expecting them. No one else knew he was new and that put him on edge.

"Oh don't look so surprised, I just know everyone that comes here."

Hector raises a brow at her words, " ... That's weird. You do realise that right?"

The woman shrugs, "Maybe but it makes for good business. People are more likely to buy something if I remember them from just previously meeting."

Hector realises that he's standing in front of a stall filled with baked goods, "You're a baker?"

"Family business," She clarifies, “I mostly do the selling due to my - "

"Charm?" Hector cuts in with a sarcastic tone.

"Actually, I was going to say my good looks but yes charm too." The woman grins.

Hector couldn't help but bark out a laugh, the woman never missed a beat.

"I'm (Y/N) in case you wanted to know" (Y/N) informed him with a wink.

Hector had to twist his lips so that the smile that so desperately wanted to escape, couldn't.

"Hector" He introduced himself.

"Well Hector, what can I get you? " (Y/N) asked, gesturing to the spread of baked goods in front of her.

Oh, she was smart. Catching his attention, making him come over to his stall and

converse with her in front of everyone and now he could surely not been seen walking away with nothing after taking up her time. While he didn't really care about the local’s opinions about him, he didn't want to be outcasted more than he already was.

"I'll have a loaf and a sweet pie please"

(Y/N) shoots him a bright smile and packs up his items, then collects his money.

"Thank you, Hector. I hope to see you again soon"

"I'll see you again" Hector responded

As he began to walk back home, Hector thought back on how easily (Y/N) made him feel at ease, how he brought a smile to his face and drew laughter from and he got scared.

This is how Lenore got her claws in him, she manipulated and lied to him before tricking him into servitude and he never wanted something like that to ever happen again.

He decided for the health of his mind, he would keep his distance from (Y/N). He couldn't find it in himself to completely ghost her and ignore her so he'll keep cordial. He'll be friendly but he couldn't let himself become close to her.

.•° ✿ °•.

His plan worked well, every time he went up to town he stopped by her stall and bought what ended up being his usual order of a loaf and a sweet pie, engaged in small talk with (Y/N) before leaving and it worked well for weeks until he had a dream about Lenore one night.

A mere dream had knocked him off-kilter. He had awoken a mess and fell out of his bed in his confused and frantic attempt to escape his blankets. He only managed to crawl a few paces before collapsing on the cold floor, his remaining energy only enough to let him roll onto his back. Hector blinked lazily up at the ceiling as everything he had locked away came rushing back. He relived the moment when he fell for her, the moment he realised that she had tricked him, the moment when she realised he betrayed her and then when she had died by her own will.

Everything that had occurred over the last few years played in front of his eyes and he hated every part of it. He could never forgive himself for being so naive and trusting yet he missed those traits of his.

When he 'awoke' again, the sun was moving low, signifying sunset wasn't far away. He pulled himself up and washed his face at the basin before he left his cabin, his feet taking him into town. The town centre was still busy despite the late hour and so was she, the woman who he came to see.

Despite the other stall owners who had either left or were in the process of doing so, her stall was still set up with what remaining items she had left. She was sitting on a stall with a book on her lap in a different world and Hector felt bad about disturbing her but he needed her.

He didn't even have to call her name, as soon as he was a few feet away, she looked up at him with a smile and closed her book shut, though when she got a proper look at him, her smile faltered.

"Hector?" She made her way over to him, brow furrowed in concern, "Is everything okay?"

He must look like a mess. He certainly felt it on the inside and he had been in a trance since he woke up, not paying any attention to his looks.

"I... um, I -" Hector stumbled over his words, his tongue suddenly heavy.

"Why don't you take a seat" (Y/N) guided Hector to her stall and offered him some water from the pouch at her side.

Seeing that he was in no position to talk about what happened, (Y/N) changed the topic slightly, "I thought you were not coming today. I got so used to seeing you, it would be a shame if I did not see you."

"But do not fret, I set aside your usual order for you," She said as she showed him a little wrapped up basket.

Hector nodded, the change in conversation took the pressure off his shoulders and he felt more at ease to speak.

"What do you do with the ones you do not sell? "He asked

"Today these are going to the homeless. I usually alternate between them, the orphanage and poor families"

"That is kind of you. Nobody did anything like that when I was young"

"I think the world is horrible enough with the wars and death and it costs nothing to do a little good within your own community" (Y/N) then looked up at the sky and noticed the changing colours, “Do you want to come with me as I give these out?”

Desperate for more of a distraction, Hector agrees and he helps her clear up her stan before they set off to a different part of town, him carrying the basket of baked goods for the homeless.

“Do you have any family, Hector?” (Y/N) asked.

Hector shook his head, his grey hair swishing around his chin as he did so, “Just me”

“Hm, well if you want any annoying younger siblings, I’ll eagerly give you all of mine”

“Surely they’re not that bad-”

(Y/N) lets out a laugh, “One day I’ll take you to meet them. You’ll regret your words!”

As they walked around, handing the food to the less fortunate, Hector noticed the strange way (Y/N) behaved. Her head constantly twitched one way to the other, as if someone was calling for her attention but she stopped herself before fully turning around to see and her eyes were flickering about like seeing things that weren’t there.

“(Y/N)? Is everything okay?” Hector asked

(Y/N) froze when he spoke, looking at him with wide eyes, she twisted her head around to make sure no one was nearby before she grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hidden alcove.

There was fear in her eyes as she gripped his hands tightly, “I am telling you this because I trust you but you cannot tell anyone or they will kill me.”

“(Y/N)...?”

(Y/N) casts one more precautionary look around her before speaking, “I can speak to animals”

Hector blinked in surprise, that was the last thing he expected.

“You...speak to animals?”

“Speak, understand, you know the whole thing”

“...The whole thing?” Hector repeated after her.

(Y/N)’s shoulder slumped in disappointment at his words, “You do not believe me. Of course, you don’t, I sound like a crazy woman.”

“No, no!” Hector was quick to reassure her, “I don’t think you’re crazy, of course not.”

(Y/N) gripped Hector’s hands tighter in relief and he suddenly realised that they had not stopped holding hands since she had dragged him. Her hands were soft but strong and steady and they fit perfectly in his, he never wanted to let go.

“I could do since I was a child and I told my parents but they thought I was a child with a large imagination so they ignored me,” (Y/N) began to elaborate on her talent, “And when I was ten there was a witch-burning in our old town, an older woman was accused of conjuring spirits and setting against the people of the village but in reality, she was just a sick old woman who needed help. After that, I knew I couldn’t let anyone know about you know what”

“Why did you tell me?” Hector asked.

“...I don’t know. There’s something about you, so understanding, empathetic, trustworthy. I know I can trust you.”

(Y/N) had revealed her deepest secret to him, made herself vulnerable yet he could not do the same to her, though the ability to communicate with animals was much different than being a forgemaster.

“You can trust me, I promise I will not tell anyone.”

(Y/N)’s shoulders relaxed and she gave him a brief smile, “Your belief in me means more than you know.”

“Now,” Hector lifted the basket up, “Should we finish what we started?”

It had progressively gotten darker, the sun only moments away from going down completely.

“Of course! We must finish before it gets too dark.” (Y/N) stepped out of the alcove and hurried down the street, dragging Hector behind her, still holding on to his hand.

It was dark by the time they began to walk home, Hector insisting on walking her home so that she wasn’t alone at night. She stopped in front of a little cabin, not unlike his, it also wasn’t that far away from his.

“You don’t live with your family?” Hector asked.

(Y/N) shook her head, “It is better for me this way. I love my family, truly but the chance of them finding out about me is something I can’t risk. I cannot truly say that they wouldn’t expose me… there are some things that are beyond even family ties.”

“Anyway,” (Y/N) spoke with a sigh, “It is late, I need to sleep. Thank you for today, Hector. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Hector waited until (Y/N) had reached her door and spoke again, “Can we...meet again soon?”

(Y/N) gave him a toothy smile, “Of course. In two days by the lake? I can bring a picnic for lunch.”

Hector nodded, “I’ll see you then.”

He waited until her door closed before he made his way home, his heart feeling happy. He had forgotten how he felt earlier that day and (Y/N) had completely turned his day around. He did feel guilt though, he went to for help, a distraction which she provided and then she revealed a deep secret of hers yet he couldn’t even tell her about his nor his past with Lenore or history with Dracula and being a forgemaster. The things he carried were heavy yet (Y/N) had already been so understanding and kink that he didn’t fear telling them to her, he knew she would understand.

In two days at the picnic, he would tell her.

.•° ✿ °•.

(Y/N) was already by the lake by the time he arrived, speaking out loud to someone he couldn’t see but when he heard the responding barks and yelps, he realised that she was talking to a dog. He hurried his pace to catch up to her, excited to see her communicate to animals in person.

“Is that a dog you’re speaking to?” He shouted as he jogged over to her.

(Y/N) spun around with a smile, “Yes! I’ll introduce you to him!”

She crouched down and took the dog into her arms before turning towards him after he finally reached her,

“Hector this is- Cezar”

“-Cezar”

Hector and (Y/N) spoke at the same time. Hector stared at the dog he had not seen since Carmilla had dragged him away after Dracula died and (Y/N) stared at Hector, surprised he knew the little mongrel dog.

Cezar eagerly barked at Hector, his tiny body wriggling in excitement as he tried to escape (Y/N)’s hold, so she let him down and watched as he raced over to Hector barking like mad and when Hector kneeled down, the door jumped into his arms and wiggled some more.

“...So I guess you know each other then?” (Y/N) asked.

“Cezar is my dog,” Hector explained, giving the small dog rubs and pats, “I got separated from him a while ago but how did you meet him?”

“We stumbled across each other last year and then we became close companions...but I’ve always been curious about something about him.”

“Is it that he looks like he should be dead?”

(Y/N) laughed, “Yes, Hector. Don’t get me wrong, I love the little dog but he looks a bit beyond his years.”

Hector put Cezar down and together they began walking towards the lake so they could set up their picnic.

He took a deep breath before he began to explain what he could do, “I’m a forgemaster.”

“Forgemaster? What’s that?”

Of course, she wouldn’t know what that was, her world was not the same as his.

“I can bring back animals and humans from the dead and call demons from hell.”

“Wow...that’s uh...wow”

“I’m sorry for dumping this on you, I know it’s quite heavy stuff.”

“I did not know that was possible”

“Many don’t. It’s beyond comprehension.”

“If I wasn’t looking at proof right now” (Y/N) pointed towards Cezar who was trotting ahead of them, “I wouldn’t believe it either.”

“Is that what caused you such distress the other day?” (Y/N) asked as they found a place to sit down.

“No, no, that was about Lenore.”

(Y/N) kept quiet allowing Hector to speak at his own pace.

“I was taken captive, stuck in a cell and Lenore gained my trust, pretending that she was someone that I could trust only to betray me and me her slave to her and her sisters. I was under their or more specifically her control for over a year until I managed to trick her and end the ‘bond’.”

“Where’s she now?”

“Dead. She was a vampire and decided it was her time to go.”

“Did you love her?” (Y/N) asked

“No, I don’t think I did. After I realised what she had done to me any feelings that I may have had disappeared, they were not formed authentically. I still feel incredibly stupid about the whole thing, I was foolish to believe someone who was involved in sisterhood with the person who captured me would genuinely care for me.”

“You were not foolish, you were human Hector '' (Y/N) comforted him, “You were vulnerable and she took advantage of that, you should not feel ashamed. You are strong that’s why you’re here with me right now and Lenore is no longer alive. You will never be proud of yourself if you keep on diminishing what you’ve achieved so far. You’ll never be happy and I want you to be happy”

Hector takes her hand in his, “I want to be happy.”

(Y/N) smiles at him, “You will be, I know you will.”

“I want to be happy with you”

“Oh-” (Y/N) smile changes into a softer one that tickles Hector’s heart, “I want to be happy with you too.”

“Imagine it,” Hector falls onto his back and tugs (Y/N) down with him, “You, me, Cezar in a cabin in the woods and all the animals you wish to speak to”

(Y/N) laughs, “You wouldn’t believe how chatting animals are, I’m fine with just being me you and Cezar for the moment.”

Cezar jumps up on Hector’s chest with a bark before settling down with a huff.

“Sounds like he agrees”

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softholand · 3 years ago

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Hi bby! 💖💖💖 Congrats on the 1K, I'm so proud!!!!!

Can I get "For what it's worth, I never gave up on you." from the prompt list thingy? I guess you can choose who to write for because I can't decide hahaha

Love you and miss youuu promise i'll be back soon just need to get my shit together and i also didn't want to miss the event

𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⤷ tom holland x reader, exes to lovers au, smut— minors dni

prompt: “for what it’s worth, i never gave up on you.”

words: 2.8k (i got carried away lol)

a/n: hi bestie, thank you for sending this, as you can see i had way too much fun writing it lmao i rlly hope you enjoy it, ily very much <3 xx also, this was kinda inspired by this song and it’s the one they dance to so i’d highly suggest you give it a listen ♡

The sun shone in the small city just outside London, a few clouds covered the bright rays, relieving some of the heat, making the fall day perfect for a wedding, you thought as you descended the stairs of the farmhouse hotel where one of your friends from high school was going to get married.

You couldn’t be more happy for her, after many years together, she and her now-fiancé finally decided to take their relationship a step further and get married. What you weren’t so excited about was seeing some of your “friends” from high school, especially Tom, your “I thought we were forever” ex-boyfriend.

You hadn’t seen him when you arrived last night, but since it was a little late you imagined he’d gone to bed already. But now, as you held the end of your light blue dress and made your way to the garden, where the ceremony was taking place, you couldn’t help but look for a mop of chocolate curls.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, being met with your best friend’s smirk when turning around, “Looking for someone?” Adelia asked, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “No, I was looking for the booze actually.” You groaned, sticking your tongue out. “Calm down drunky, it’s 9 am.” Adelia shot back, intertwining your arms and leading you to the lounge area.

The ceremony was set to start at 10 am, so most of the guests were currently chilling in the covered area, escaping the constant heat of the sun. When a waiter offered you a glass of champagne, you couldn’t deny, snatching a glass from his tray, practically moaning at the feeling of the cold liquid in your throat.

You were almost finishing your second glass when you suddenly saw him, making you choke on your drink, an act that didn’t go unnoticed by your friend. “What the hell, y/n? Are you okay?” Adelia exclaimed, confused at first but once she followed your eyes and saw your ex-boyfriend, she realized exactly what had just happened. “Oh, so that’s why you almost choke to death.” She mumbled, taking the now spilled glass from your hand.

Your eyes were glued to Tom, but once he caught your stare, you quickly averted his gaze, cursing yourself internally for letting that happen. Great. Now he’s probably coming here. Your thoughts seemed on point when you felt Adelia nudge your side, her voice low in your ear, “Oh, he’s coming. Good luck!” She mumbled, making you panic. “Addie, don’t…”

“Y/n?” Your name, he only said your fucking name and you already felt your legs like jello. You made sure to send your friend a harsh glare before turning around, being met with Tom’s curious brown eyes. “Hi, Tom!” You wanted to sound confident and not like you were on the verge of a mental breakdown but your voice betrayed you in the worst way possible, making you sound like an idiot, to say the least.

“Wow, it’s been so long,” Tom mumbled, scratching the back of his neck with the hand that wasn’t holding a flute. “Five months actually, but who’s counting right?” You shot back, making the already awkward situation even worse. “You— you look great!” He mumbled, his cheeks turning a light shade of red. “Thanks!” You said, feeling yourself grow flustered.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Tom cleared his throat, choosing to speak again. “So, how’s life?” God, how you hated that. “Good, thanks for asking! How’s yours?" You asked, to which he nodded, “Yeah, it’s been good too.” Tom said, taking a sip of his drink. Thankfully, before any of you could embarrass yourselves any further, Adelia came to your rescue, announcing that the ceremony was about to start.

After an awkward “See you later!” Tom left, going back to his group of male friends. When you turned to your friend, Adelia was already smirking. “Traitor!” You mumbled passing in front of her, “Y/n, c’mon!” She laughed, catching up with you. “Was it that bad?” Your best friend asked when she sat at the small chair by your side. “It wasn’t bad, it was just… I don’t know, awkward I guess.” You shrugged, making Adelia frown.

It wasn’t long before the ceremony started, a brand new batch of tears made their way to your eyes upon seeing your friend making her way down the aisle. Tom caught your eyes a couple of times and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t spare him a few glances throughout the ceremony.

When the bride and groom finally kissed, it was a sign that the ceremony was over and the guests could move the party to the huge tent that was put up just a few steps away. A delicious brunch was served, with so many food options that left you stuck at the buffet, unsure of what to choose. “I’d recommend the sweet potato casserole.” Tom’s voice startled you, making you almost drop your plate.

“Hey!” You smiled, trying to shake off your nerves. “Hi! Sam made us try everything last week to make sure it was perfect.” Tom explained, “Oh, I didn’t know he was the cook.” You exclaimed, generally surprised. “Yeah, they needed one and Sam offered his services as a gift.” Your ex-boyfriend let it out, “That’s really sweet of him.” You mumbled, earning a nod from Tom. “Oh, and I’d also stay away from the baked french toast, it has cinnamon on it and I know how it can sometimes upset your stomach.” He stated, before going back to his table, leaving you completely dumbfounded. Of course, Adelia asked you why it took so long but you shrugged her off, saying you couldn’t decide what you wanted, which wasn’t exactly a lie.

After the food was served, you and Adelia stayed behind, while the majority of the guests, including the ones at your table, went to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the tent. It wasn’t long before your friend surrendered and joined them, leaving you and your trusty glass of champagne alone at the table.

“Wanna dance?” Tom’s voice startled you, making you jump, “Oh, uhm… not really.” You said, scrunching up your nose. “Good, ‘cause I don’t want either.” He let it out, making you laugh. “Yeah, I know how much you hate dancing in public.” You whispered, to which he nodded, letting out a small (and adorable) chuckle.

Looking at the bride and groom dancing together, you couldn’t help but envy their happiness, “Who’d have thought these two would end up married?” Tom mumbled, getting your attention, “Oh, c’mon, it was only a matter of time. They were made for each other.” You said, waving at your friend when she caught your eye.

“Kinda like us…” Tom mumbled, and you swore you felt your heart stop when you locked eyes with him. “Yeah, kinda like us.” You didn’t know why you suddenly said that, your head was turning and you felt your heart do somersaults inside your chest from how nervous you were.

Then, after a few minutes, a slow song came on and Tom held his hand out. “What about them? They’re gonna see you.” You whispered, but he shrugged. “I don’t mind, as long as I’m with you.” His words made your heart swell, leaving you with no other choice but to take his hand and follow him to the dance floor.

Tom put his hands on your hips, slowly moving your bodies, while yours went to his shoulders, interviewing your fingers behind his neck. It was silent for a couple of seconds, only the lyrics of the song making their way inside your head. “Addie’s watching us.” Tom chuckled, making you turn your head, immediately catching your best friend’s eyes. She sent you a very exaggerated wink, which made you roll your eyes before sending her a harsh glare.

When you turned back, Tom was already looking at you, making you unintentionally lock eyes. For the remainder of the song, neither of you spoke a single word, all you did was sway from side to side, engulfed in the warmth of each other’s bodies. After that, the DJ chose a more upbeat tune, which unfortunately made you and Tom let go of each other, but you stayed on the dance floor, swaying away to the music with some of your friends.

It was much later when you and Tom found yourselves going back to your rooms, leaving Adelia and the party-goers behind. Tom stopped in front of his room, but he paused before going inside. “You’re leaving tomorrow?” He asked, to which you nodded, “Yeah, in the morning.” You responded, taking a step forward. “Well, I— I had fun tonight.” He let it out, putting a smile on your face. “Me too!” You said, feeling your heartbeat increase. “It was nice seeing you, y/n! It really was, I— I’ve missed you.” His eyes were filled with tears and it broke your heart to see him like that. “Tom… I miss you too.” You mumbled, your own eyes watering at the site.

Clearing his throat, he laughed, trying to lighten up the mood while drying some of the tears that had managed to slip through his lashes, “Sorry, I’m… yeah, well, uhm thank you for the night, I’ll see you around?” He sniffed, opening his door. “Yeah, sure!” You were so confused, what the hell was happening? “Okay, so… good night!” Tom said, letting out a weak smile. “Good night, Tom!” You mumbled, copying his actions.

Once he was inside his room, you walked a couple of steps to your door, but before you could get in, Tom called your name again, “Yes?” You answered, feeling your heartbeat pick up its pace. “For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.” He said, before adding, “And to be honest, I don’t think I ever will.” He sent you one last smile before locking himself in his room, leaving you standing there, trying to make sense of what he had just said.

In your room, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander about your feelings for the curly-haired boy. He was your first, and only love, the one who showed you what that word meant. He was your partner and the person you’d go to when needed, he was your comfort and your best friend, and yeah, the break-up had been necessary at the time but now there wasn’t a thing that you wanted more than to be in arms.

So, throwing caution to the wind, you hurried a few steps down the hall, knocking on his door, carrying your heart in your hands. “Hey, did you forgot something?” Tom asked, confused as to why you were there. Taking a deep breath, you answered “Yes, I did!”, before colliding his lips to yours.

As a couple for many years, you and Tom had shared a lot of kisses, but none of them came even close to this one. It was like the first time all over again, the sparks, the butterflies, it was all there, combined with the yearning and the need for each other, causing an explosion of emotions to burst inside you.

Tom was quick to hold you close, afraid that this moment would slip through his fingers, but as you passed the doorway and entered his room, he knew you wanted the same as him so he closed the door, leading you to his bed, where he climbed on top of you. “Hi!” He breathed, pecking your lips. “Hi!” You smiled, holding his face in your hands.

Tom’s mouth went back to work and as soon as his lips got in contact with your neck, you let out a moan, your body immediately recognizing the warm touch of his mouth. “Tom…” you breathed, threading your fingers through his hair. “Can I take this off?” He asked, taking the neckline of your dress between his teeth. “Please!” You nodded, turning around so he could unzip the piece of clothing.

When that was finally out of the way, there wasn’t a single part of your body, now only covered by your panties, that went unnoticed by Tom. His lips ghosted your whole body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses on its way, before settling on your breasts. He paid each of them some attention, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. It was crazy how much your body reacted to Tom, even though he was barely touching you, which could make you feel embarrassed if he wasn’t making you feel so good.

“Tom, please… I want more!” You begged, sliding your hand through your bodies until you found his member, already straightened by his trousers. “What do you want, baby?” He asked, his breath hot on your hard nipples. “You… I want you!” You let it out, palming him, making him groan, moving his lips from your breasts to your own.

While Tom took off his clothes, you discarded the only piece of clothing left on your body, before adjusting yourself back into bed. When Tom approached you, he already had a condom in hands, but his eyes, instead of lustful and hungry, held nothing but uncertainty. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asked, wanting to make sure this wasn’t just a drunken mistake for you.

With your heart beating for him and a smile on your face, you urged him closer, “I’m sure! I want this more than anything, Tom! I want you!” You stated, holding him close to you. “I love you!” Tom mumbled, to which you responded, “I love you too!” He kissed you then, as his life depended on it, like your lips were the last source of oxygen in the world.

Tearing the package open, Tom rolled the condom onto his hard member, head already leaking precum, making you want to reach out and envelop him on your lips, but you had no time for that now, you and Tom were way too eager to finally feel each other again.

His first thrusts upon entering you were painfully slow, you had forgotten how big Tom was and how much he used to stretch your walls. It wasn’t long before he was finding a comfortable pace, the sound of his skin slapping against yours like music to your ears. “Oh, fuck…” You moaned, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening. “You close, baby?” Tom asked but you couldn’t formulate words so you only nodded.

He then sneaked his hand to your clit, working his fingers in slow circles on your bud, “Tom—!!” You moaned, feeling the wave of pleasure closer and closer, “Let go, baby, I’m here! I’m right here!” With him restlessly pounding into you, one of his hands working your clit and him whispering in your ear, there was no holding back anymore and your orgasm hit you like a trunk, washing over you in waves of blissful pleasure, until you were shaking, your back arching off the bed.

Feeling your walls tightening around him, Tom felt like he was about to explode from the pleasure, so taking his hand away from your pussy, he intertwined your fingers, holding your hands on top of your head, while you kissed him. With a few final thrusts, Tom came completely undone, moaning out our name while riding his orgasm, filling the condom with his cum, before collapsing his body on top of yours.

With a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies, you stayed glued to each other, only the sound of your uneven breathing cutting through the silence. When Tom finally seemed to catch his breath, he searched for your face, taking a few strands of hair out of the way so he could see you better. “Hey!” He let it out once he was happy, “Hi!” You smiled, giving him a peck on the lips. “Wanna take a shower?” Tom asked, to which you chuckled, “I think we need it.” His laugh was like music to your ears, filling the room with joy.

With a final peck on the lips, he lifted himself off of you, throwing away the condom before saying, “Bet you can’t get in the shower before me,” a playful smirk hanging from his lips. “Oh, you’re on, Holland!” You said, getting out of bed, squealing when he picked you up, dragging you to the bathroom.

And just like that, everything was just the way it was before. You both knew you still had a lot of talking to do once you were completely sober but now, standing together in the shower, playfully splashing the other with water, there was nothing else you could wish for.

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sunder-soul · 4 years ago

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hii what about Tom Riddle being fucking jealous about reader ?

So I got massively carried away with this one lol, apologies if this isn’t what you were expecting, my imagination went wild!

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Jealousy

Summary: Reader has to tutor an insufferable jock and Tom Riddle starts acting very strangely indeed. Wordcount: 1.8k Content warning: none.

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The Great Hall was bright and lively with morning sun and the chatter of students, spoons clinking against bowls and butter spreading on toast.

“What is he doing?” you whisper to Margot sitting next to you at the table.

“I think he’s attempting to show off,” she giggles back.

You were both watching Austin Varrowe, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, obnoxiously demonstrate his Beater swing for a series of very bored looking Ravenclaw girls who weren’t paying him any attention in the slightest.

“Slughorn’s making me tutor that idiot,” you grumble.

“No way,” Margot grins, rounding on you.

“Yup,” you sigh, “can you believe it? Two evenings a week for the rest of the term… I think I’ll brain myself with a cauldron by Friday.”

Margot pats your shoulder sympathetically.

That evening, you reluctantly set off for the dungeons to meet Varrowe with your bag slung over your shoulder, but as you round a corridor you very nearly bowl straight into someone coming the opposite direction.

“Riddle,” you say, surprised, “sorry, didn’t see you there.”

Riddle takes a step back and tidily clasping his hands being his back. “You’re out rather late,” he said smoothly. “And in the dungeons, no less. Are you lost? The library is that way.” He nods back down the corridor.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Riddle was such a know-it-all. “I’m meeting someone, actually,” you say dismissively, checking your watch. “In fact, I better get going or he’ll think I’m standing him up.”

Riddle looks very briefly surprised, and then a cool look of disapproval settles on his fine features. “I don’t suppose I have to remind you that curfew is in two hours,” he says stiffly, “you wouldn’t be intending on breaking that, would you?”

You snort a laugh and step past him. “Thanks for the reminder,” you say sarcastically, “see you later, Riddle.”

You manage to get away before he can say anything else.

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“Varrowe,” you call, giving your friends a quick wave as you dash to catch up to him in the throng of students making their way to their next class. “Are you free tonight?”

“Oh – right,” Varrowe says, looking dispirited. “Sure. Seven o’clock?”

You nod and lean closer. “Please make sure you actually bring your textbook this time,” you mutter, managing to keep your exasperation off your face. “You do in fact need to read it at least once to pass the class.”

Varrowe grins and reaches out to ruffle your hair. “You’re smart,” he says loudly, “barely understood a thing you said last time.”

“Right,” you say through gritted teeth, trying to tidy your hair. “Well, see you this evening.”

“Sounds good,” Varrowe shrugs, wandering away.

You sigh. Slughorn better appreciate your sacrifice; tutoring Varrowe was the equivalent of torture. You turn on your heel to catch up with your friends, but once again you come face to face with –

“You have got to stop sneaking up on me,” you say dryly, “seriously, Riddle, it’s creepy.”

Riddle’s eyes slide from Varrowe’s retreating form to your face. “Is Varrowe the one you were meeting last week?” he asks smoothly.

The question surprises you. “Yeah, why?” you frown.

“And you’re meeting him again?”

You arch a brow at his decidedly clipped tone. “Yeah but don’t worry, I promise I won’t break curfew, I know that’s of the utmost importance to you –”

“An odd choice,” Riddle interrupts, something uncharacteristically irate in his voice, “Varrowe.”

You stare at him. “…Is he?” you ask pointedly, unable to think of anyone more in need of tutoring. Only yesterday Varrowe had lost his phial of Flobberworm mucus and had asked Slughorn if he could just use some of his own instead. “I think he’s the perfect choice.”

Riddle’s eyes flash. “I should be going,” he says curtly, “see you in class.” He gives you a single, stiff nod and leaves without another glance.

You blink after him, shaking your head in confusion. Riddle was acting very, very strangely.

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“So if you overboil it, it’ll turns green,” Varrowe said slowly, peering at the notes on Veritaserum on the desk between you, “but if you underboil it, it’ll get those weird lumps?”

“Yes,” you say with great relief.

“Is it better to overboil it or underboil it?”

You immediately regret having felt relieved. “It’s better to do neither,” you say flatly.

Varrowe heave a great sigh and carelessly leans back in his chair. “I’m too tired for this,” he complains. “Did I mention that we had an extra Quidditch practice this morning?”

He had. Six times.

You slide your things into your bag and stand. “You’re right, it’s late,” you mutter, “we can pick this up again on Monday.”

Varrowe gleefully stands too and is out the door of the Potions classroom in a heartbeat. “Are you coming to the game next weekend?” he asks you in the corridor outside, unsubtly flexing his shoulder muscles as he pretends to roll them out.

You very nearly roll your eyes. “Sure, I’ll be there.”

“Excellent,” he grins, “I’ve been working on this tag-team move with Procker that’ll really have Slytherin guessing, I’ll have to show you later –”

“Varrowe.”

The voice is crisp and cool, and it doesn’t take a genius to guess who it is.

“Riddle,” Varrowe says, looking disgruntled. “Why are you here?”

“I’m a prefect, if you recall,” Riddle says in a glacial tone, “patrols are part of my responsibilities.”

“How very fortunate indeed that you were patrolling this exact corridor at this exact time,” you say with a hint of sarcasm. “Merlin, imagine if we’d forgotten about curfew.”

Riddle’s dark eyes flash to you, and you impassively hold his gaze. “You should return to your common rooms,” he says delicately, “or I will be forced to give you both detentions.”

“Steady on Riddle,” Varrowe grins, “we’ve got half an hour yet, give us a second to say goodbye.”

Riddle wrenches his eyes off you and fixes Varrowe with a very cold look. “You will go at once,” he says in a dangerously soft tone, “do you understand?”

Varrowe bristles, standing taller and pushing his chest out in a way he clearly thinks is intimidating. Riddle looks utterly unfazed.

Sensing trouble on the horizon, you grab Varrowe’s sleeve and tug him back. “Come on, Varrowe,” you say quickly, “let’s go. You’ve got practice in the morning, right?”

Varrowe glares at Riddle who was yet to move an inch, his expression still cool and blank. “Right,” Varrowe growls, “yeah, let’s go.”

Varrowe turns and stalks off, not noticing that you don’t follow. Instead, you round on Riddle.

“Will you explain what the hell is going on?” you whisper angrily.

“Watch your tongue,” Riddle says sharply.

You glower at him. “So sorry – I mean, will you please explain what the hell is going on?”

His eyes narrow. “It would not be wise to antagonise me,” he says icily.

“Would it not?” you breathe, stepping closer. “What are you going to do, dock me points? Give me detention?”

Riddle’s eyes are dark and hostile, and something works in his jaw as he glares back at you.

“Back off, Riddle,” you snap, “I don’t know what your problem is with me, but seriously, drop it.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he breathes.

“Oh? You always threaten people with detention when they’ve done nothing wrong? I’m sure Slughorn will be overjoyed to hear that his favourite prefect is abusing his power like that,” you hiss, leaning closer.

Riddle visibly grits his teeth with fury on his face. A tense silence falls, and you suddenly realise that the two of you are standing far, far too closely together.

You step back at once, trying to ignore the strange feeling that swells in your stomach. “Goodnight, Riddle,” you mutter, turning to hurry away.

“Why Varrowe?” he says sharply, stopping you in your tracks.

You look over your shoulder at him. Riddle’s hair looks even blacker in the dark corridor, his burning eyes on yours, the flickering light from the torch on the wall beside him throwing shadows down his cheekbones. “What?” you frown. Now was definitely not the time to get distracted by Riddle’s good looks.

“Why Varrowe?” Riddle repeats stiffly. “He’s a simpleton.”

You blink. “Exactly,” you say slowly.

Something hostile flickers on Riddle’s face before he quickly tempers his expression back into composure. “I appear to have misjudged you,” he says coldly, looking away.

“What are you talking about?” you exclaim in exasperation. “Do you not understand how tutoring works? If he wasn’t absolutely thick I wouldn’t have to waste my evenings explaining to him that Cough Potions are for curing coughs and not inducing them.”

Riddle stares at you. The silence drags on.

You sigh impatiently. “I’m going to bed,” you grumble, turning away again.

“Wait,” he says sharply.

You wheel around, annoyed. “What?”

But your frustration is wiped away in an instant because Riddle is once again much too close. So close, in fact, that you can see the shadows his eyelashes are casting down his cheeks and the heat in his eyes as he looks down at you.

“You’re tutoring him?” he asks quietly.

You nod silently, your throat suddenly thick with nerves.

“That’s why you were meeting him.”

You nod again, unable to look away from him.

Riddle hums contemplatively, his expression smooth as his dark eyes roam your face. “Good,” he murmurs.

“Good?” you whisper.

Riddle’s lips curve into a small smirk, his head tilting slightly, and you absolutely do not blush at the sight. “Weren’t you going to bed?” he asks silkily.

“Worried about me breaking curfew, are you?” you say with a flicker of a taunt, trying to ignore your heart pounding quickly in your chest.

Riddle’s smirk grows. “I told you not to antagonise me,” he says smoothly as he steps in even closer, so close that his robes graze against your arms and you can feel warmth radiating from him as he looms over you.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, “seems to be going pretty well for me so far.”

Riddle’s eyes flick between yours, and for a single burning moment the tension is so thick that you can hear your pulse thrumming in your ears, your gaze dropping to his full lips and seeing his do the same to yours – and then just like that, Riddle steps away.

“Goodnight,” he says evenly, “I trust you can get back to your common room without supervision.”

You nod blankly but Riddle is already turning away and disappearing down the dark corridor, melting into the darkness. You stand there a moment frozen in place, your cheeks burning and your heart still racing as the cold air rushes in where his warmth had been brushing up against your skin.

Riddle was acting very, very strangely indeed.

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taestefully-in-luv · 4 years ago

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The Island | KTH (One)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: swearing

Notes: Alright here is the first ch to my new story! I am super nervous to post this because it is a completely different vibe. But I hope you guys enjoy! Don’t worry, it turns fluffier later:) let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat!:)

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Your room is blinding from the soft yet striking sunrise, each beam of light swims through the blinds in piercing waves. The intense glow hits you in your sleepy state, causing you to wake from your glorious slumber. Too bright. You sit up in your bed, attempting to rub away the sleep that crusts your eyes. You begin to slowly open one lid at a time, taking in the neat appearance of your room. Your room looks the same as always—there is a nightstand next to your wooden framed bed, it holds a pale lamp and a photo of mountainous scenery. A dresser sits comfortably in front of you, it is dressed in simple décor and a large mirror. Yup, the same as always. You glance over to your sheer curtained window where the sun very offendedly washes over the room—wait. Hold on a god damn second.

Quickly, you begin to open your eyes just a bit wider—where is your royal purple ottoman? The art that hangs on your walls? Your dresser is brown not black for Christ’s sake! You ball your hand in the sheets…these don’t even feel like your sheets, yours aren’t this silky. This is not your room. Your eyebrows climb to the top of your forehead as you jerk your head around. Where the hell are you? Suddenly, you feel something rustle against your side. No…not something—someone.

Your eyes dart to the right of you, where this someone moves against the sheets. Not just someone. A man. His dark, ruffled hair sticks out between the sheets and pillow below his head. Why is there a man in bed with you? Is it…his bed? Oh god. Immediately, your mind tries to recall the night before. Did you go out and drink too much? Go home with a rando? Super unlike you though. You pull your hair as your mind races.

Sitting up in bed, worry crosses all of your features. You try to face all the possibilities that could maybe end up being your reality. But going out and partying is nowhere in your memories. You begin gnawing on your bottom lip, knowing you stayed home last night. And that you fell asleep in your own bed…alone, you might add. So where the hell are you? And why is there another person? Fear enters the picture now, this is the last place you wanted to go. You know, that horrible, terrible, dark place? The one that says your reality is that some creepy man kidnapped you and plans on doing murder-y type things to you. Yup, that place.

You tug on the end of your hair again, you know, you know, a bad habit. But you can’t help it as anxiety grows deeper within you. Were you really kidnapped? Fuck. You have to think. You’re trying to, at least. But breathing is becoming a chore. Your breaths are quick and sharp like you are on the brink of a panic attack. Shit, maybe you are. You try to eye the room again, taking in its appearance more carefully. You can’t help the shiver that speeds down your spine when you notice how perfect this single bedroom is…it actually almost resembles your guest bedroom at home. Which is creepy in itself. You continue to eye the room curiously, while staying absolutely frozen.

The dresser has more photos of pretty scenery sitting on top, as well as a few small vases that complement the rest of the décor. Anxiety continues to grow within you, shaking you to the core. You hate the way your hands tremble in your lap. You want to do something. You truly do but fuck, you can’t even move a muscle. Your breathing begins to pick up even more. Where are you? Why are you here? Who is this man sleeping so fucking peacefully next to you? Your thoughts are going 100 miles per minute, screaming at you, taunting you, giving you the middle finger.

Before you can think through your many obvious questions and answer them, the man next to you begins to stir in his sleep. You watch with wide eyes as he slowly moves to his back from his side. You stare down at him, too scared to move. Too scared to scream bloody murder. Too scared to do anything. And nothing disappoints you more. That you are nothing but a coward. You look down at your future murderer and wait for him to wake.

Future murderer slowly opens his eyes but he shies away instantly from the beaming sunlight.

“Ahhhh.” He lets go in one long breath, rubbing at his eyes in a sleepy manner. You sit still, your own breath caught in your throat. You want to move but fear has you frozen like an evening in the arctic. The man, or Future Murderer as you seemed to have named him, begins sitting up, stretching his arms out above him and yawns a song of sleep. He finally opens his eyes fully and soaks in the room before him. His head moves around quickly, his expression becoming rather…confused.

“What the fuck?”

Yup, those are his first words. Should have been yours too, if you’re being honest. This guy gets it.

Future Murderer’s facial expression grows bewildered as he looks around the room and when he finally feels your presence, he turns his head your way.

“Uh…” the Murderer narrows his eyes at you, “Hi?”

You don’t even realize the sigh of relief that pushes past your lips, but his confusion seems…genuine. And this allows you to relax your shoulders a little bit. Maybe he is a victim to whatever is going on too? You take in his disheveled appearance; he has brown wavy hair that rests above his brow line, eyes darker than the deepest part of the sea and full pouting lips. You would totally admit he’s attractive as hell but considering the fact you’re trying to convince yourself he isn’t going to murder you and the state you’re in, you’re going to push that thought away.

“Uh, who are you?” His brows knit together as he expectantly waits for an answer.

“No, who are you?” You squint at him. How dare he ask like you aren’t the one totally frazzled here? But somehow it’s comforting that he seems as confused as you are. Mystery man (his new name, since he doesn’t appear to want to murder you) (maybe) raises a single brow at you before answering,

“Taehyung.”

You listen to his name roll off his tongue and absorb it. Taehyung, huh? You hesitate for a second before finally giving your own name.

“y/n.”

Taehyung then, has the audacity to pinch his nose in annoyance. To be fair, it looks like the one he’s annoyed with is himself and not you.

“Look, sorry…” he begins, “If we hooked up last night, I don’t really remember and I—"

Your eyes widen at his words and you begin to frantically shake your head,

“No! We didn’t—we didn’t…”

“Oh?” Taehyung gives you a curious look then has the audacity to scoot several inches away from you. Then you feel his eyes on you, they search you from head to toe. You’re wearing your cat printed PJ shorts and a simple purple t shirt. You admit your hair is probably pretty wild, so you card your fingers through your locks. You start to feel insecure under his gaze as he so shamelessly eyes you.

“I don’t know who you are or where I am…do you know where we are?” you question, looking off to the side.

Taehyung pulls his eyes away from you, his head moving around to look around the room, his arms flailing.

“Does it look like I know where I am?”

You only blink at him and he rolls his eyes, “No, I don’t.” he admits.

Moments of silence pass between the two of you. You don’t know what to say at this point even though you have a million things you would like to say. But you can’t form one, coherent sentence apparently. You don’t know anything. You’re fucking clueless and you hate it. You’re trying to gather your thoughts when you feel Taehyung rise from the bed, startling you like he just committed a crime. God, you are such a coward. What? Do you really think the bed is apparently some super safe place that will protect you from the evils of the world? Taehyung walks toward the dresser and other corners of the room, inspecting it carefully.

“Fucking weird, but nice room, right?” he asks under his breath. Taehyung throws a glance over at you. “You don’t know where you are…I don’t know where I am…we both wake up in a strange room and neither of us have any recollection of how we got here.” Taehyung takes a pause to gather his thoughts. “Have you heard anything? You know, from outside the room? There could be other people.” He waits for you to answer but you stay quiet. Yes, you are on that level of coward.

You stay in the bed, anxiety building up, growing fiercer by the second. While it seems Taehyung’s attention is being stolen by the large window where the sun invites him to come take a peak. He tip toes over to the window, lifting the blinds and exposes something you imagine takes his breath way due to his audible gasp.

“Where…the fuck are we?” he asks breathlessly.

Instead of looking for yourself, you stay seated. But are we surprised? You study Taehyung’s expressions, watching for his reactions. His face falls into one of awe but after only a few moments in settles back into confusion. He reaches for the bottom of the window sill and lifts upwards, opening the window and releasing the sound of…is that waves? You continue to observe him, too afraid to see for yourself. He stands there for several long moments before turning your way and he clears his throat.

“I—I don’t…I don’t know where we are, like, really.” He takes a hesitant step towards the bed. “But something tells me neither of us are from here.”

You need a minute. Yeah, you need a minute to process his words. Because what the fuck does he mean by that? You aren’t ‘from here’? Are you on another planet or some shit? This man needs to work on his wording, for Christ’s sake. You feel your hand move just the slightest. Then your other hand. Your toes curl in and out. Seems you aren’t so frozen anymore. Things are, yes things as in waking up with a total stranger and him saying you are in an unknown place, are starting to wake you up. You’re so ashamed your solution to all of this was to stay seated in bed…but for some reason a rushing sensation of bravery washes over you.

You rise from the sheets and step one foot on to the floor. It’s not lava. So you step down with both feet and make your way over to Taehyung. You stop in front of him, tilting your head up since he has several inches over you—but nothing too intimidating, you decide. His eyes find yours and you lock eyes for a few moments. Both of you trying to search the other for answers. You break contact to face the window and wow. Your eyes animatedly widen at the sight. Palm trees and water for miles and miles it seems. No other buildings or sign of life. An island? But not the kind of island where this room is a part of some fancy resort, no, not that kind. Instead the kind where a plane crashes and a group of people have to survive.

You blink down at your new reality. First of all, you live nowhere near an island, so there’s that. You feel the anxiety and frustrations begin to surface again and you can’t help that your eyes begin to gloss over. You snap your head back to get a look at your fellow victim and he looks just as lost as you feel.

“We need to find out what’s going on.” Taehyung takes a deep breath, lifting his head up. He locks his eyes with yours again but you break contact to look at your feet.

“We don’t know anything…would if it’s not safe?” you quietly try to reason.

“Exactly, we don’t know anything and that’s a problem. You don’t expect us to stay in this room forever, do you?”

He has a point and you know it. You want to follow him out of this room but your feet seem to be glued to the floor.

“Well, no. But—”

“Didn’t think so.” He turns away from you, his body shuffling towards the bedrooms door but before he can become out of reach your hand flies to his shirt sleeve, tugging it softly.

“Wait! Just hold on—” Your voice wavers and Taehyung rolls his eyes. Rolls his fucking eyes at you!

“Listen, come. Or don’t. I don’t really care.” Taehyung releases your hold on his shirt, unsticking your fingers and throwing your hand towards your body. “Decide.” He states before swiftly turning around to head towards the door.

Oh. So this guy is a fucking asshole. Noted.

You end up following him because although he was rude about it, feeling someone’s touch when you feel so scared was slightly comforting and yes, you are aware of how fucking pathetic that is.

Taehyung stands in front of the door, his hand reaching for the knob when he turns his head to say, “Just trust me.”

And now you are the one rolling your eyes. Trust him? You just met the dude! 10 minutes ago his name was Future Murderer. How could you possibly trust this asshole?

“How can I trust you? I literally just met you.” The scowl on your face deepens when he smirks.

“Are you always such a fucking baby?”

“Are you always such a fucking baby?” you mock, eyes rolling so far into the back of your head. Okay, you admit you aren’t being the most mature here. But Taehyung doesn’t seem to take offense to it by the way he gasps and throws a hand over his heart as if wounded.

“Oh? She’s got some sass?” His question and raised brows only piss you off.

“Whatever. Let’s go.” You aren’t entirely sure where the confidence comes from but you don’t question it. You’re breezing past him, your shoulder knocking into his as you approach the door.

You feel Taehyung’s eyes on you and hear him mumble a lame, ‘that’s the spirit’ from behind you. And with that, in one swift action you are opening the door.

You stand in the open doorway, once again frozen in place. Not feeling as confident as you were 15 second ago—maybe you just need this dude to piss you off again. Speak of the devil, Taehyung steps besides you, poking his head out into the hallway searching for any sign of life.

“It’s quiet.” He takes a few steps forward, now in the middle of the hall. You glance around, the hallway has walls full of beautiful artwork, and to the right is 3 doors and to the left is a wide staircase. An exit. Bingo.

“Let’s check each room.” And of course he wants to do the opposite.

“No, let’s just get out of here.”

You turn on your feet towards the stairs and stop at the first step and raise a brow over your shoulder, “Aren’t you coming?”

Taehyung looks conflicted to say the least. He exhales deeply, looking between you and the 3 doors.

“Shouldn’t we just—”

“No! come on…” You must sound pleading and convincing because you can see him falter, just a bit. “I just want to go home…” You say, averting his gaze. Taehyung only stares at you for what feels like an eternity before he’s finally agreeing with the nod of his head.

The two of you very cautiously step down the stairs, each foot that follows the other slightly trembles in the fear of the unknown. You two finally reach the bottom and your eyes go wide at the sight. This is basically your fucking dream house. The floor plan is very open. At the center is a gorgeous grand piano, you don’t play but it’s aesthetically pleasing you guess? To the right is a long table with picture frames and décor and down the hall there seems to be more rooms.

You scan the downstairs as you slide your fingers along the edge of this table and stop when you come across a framed photo. What the actual fuck. Your eyebrows rise and your eyes grow twice their size. You very hesitantly pick up the picture as your eyes blink down at the frame in hand when your breathing begins to pick up again. It’s a framed photo of you and your sister . Now why the hell would this be here? Why is there a picture of you and your sister?? Why would someone have this? The framed photo sits in your trembling hands as you stare down at it. Taehyung notices your shaky grip on this picture and takes it from you to take a look himself. His eyes also go wide…you look between him and the picture.

“Why…why the hell is this here?” your voice betrays you as it shakes with every word.

Taehyung glances down at the table and notices his own photos with friends and family that are disgustingly and proudly displayed.

“What the actual fuck?” Taehyung whispers to no one but himself. What the hell is going on? Why does this house have pictures of the two of you? Who is doing this? Is this some sort of sick joke?

“What’s happening Taehyung?” you step closer to him feeling entirely…creeped out.

“Does it look like I fucking know?” he snaps. He sees you flinch and his eyes soften, “Sorry…Its just… this is going too far.” He finally looks as disturbed as you feel. The two of you stay quiet for a few moments, neither of you knowing how to react to this eerie discovery.

You shudder at how ominous this all is. This is becoming way too much. How much more of this can you handle? You almost want to jump into this assholes arms and sob into his navy blue t shirt.

“We should…” Taehyung wipes his sweaty hands on his sweats, “keep going.”

The two of you nod your heads in unison and turn to your left where there is an entry way to the kitchen and living room. Taehyung stops before stepping through while you join him at his side. You two glance around to soak in your surroundings—it’s also an open space, the two open areas sharing a space. The kitchen is covered in black granite and wooden cabinets with a door that probably leads outside. The living room has two matching sofas, a wide screen TV that hangs on the wall over a fireplace and built in shelves on either side, full of books, movies and games.

Taehyung and you share a look before walking through to the kitchen and living room. You approach the rooms slowly and carefully, afraid of what you might find. What surprises could be lurking. Suddenly the white glow of the TV can be seen, making you jump with its sudden brightness. Why the hell did the TV just turn on? Is this like, a haunted house? Are you being fucking haunted? Okay, maybe that’s dramatic.

The screen is bright white with nothing else on it. You turn to face Taehyung who is already staring at you with brows pinched together in confusion. Same Taehyung, same. The two of you decide to walk closer to the TV when dark, bold numbers appear.

“10….9…8…..”

The sound of soft music can be heard playing from the TV, similar to the music that’s played in an elevator, as numbers counting down from 10 begins. You feel your insides twist and turn.

“….7….6…..”

Panicked, the two of you inch closer and closer. You two stand here waiting for something, anything to occur because these might be the longest 10 seconds of your life. The millions of questions you have only multiplying. With the seconds counting down and getting closer to zero, your breathing about fucking stops. What is going to happen? You can feel your palms grow sweaty as your heart beats out of your chest. It feels like the countdown to the end of the world.

“….5….4….3…”

You don’t think Taehyung realizes just how close he is to you, his shoulders bumping into yours. You guess fear does funny things even between strangers.

“….2…..1…….”

And then it finally happens. The timer finally reaches fucking zero. And it is safe to safe your attention has been caught…anyone’s would be if a screen greets them with their god damn names.

“Welcome Kim Taehyung and Y/N Y/LN”

Your names on the screen has you automatically feeling nauseas. What sort of sick game is this? Is someone setting you up? Pranking you? If so, shits not funny. But also, why is Taehyung here? Your eyes focus on the screen as it moves to the next slide.

“It is a great honor that you two have made it this far. You have been carefully selected in this company’s project. After a lot of consideration and impressive results—we have decided to move you to the next phase.”

Naturally, very naturally you become even more confused than you fucking started. What projects? What company? You can hear Taehyung swallow hard, his nerves spiking with each word he reads. Then the slides continue.

“To put it simply, we are in the business of love.”

Huh? Huh?

Taehyung and you break your focus on the screen to steal a glance as one another very briefly before turning your heads back to the TV. What the hell they mean love? What is this absolute nonsense?

“Our use of science, technology and logic has got us here today. We test and heavily observe our chosen subjects and decide if they are the perfect match. We then move them to the final phase: The Island. This is where the two subjects meet and get along for the first time. The place they will undoubtedly fall in love.”

You can’t help that your mouth falls open, you are sure your eyes are bulging out of your head. You dare to turn to look at Taehyung and he isn’t looking much better.

Before you can really gather any thoughts the slides continue.

“Our success rate is 99%. You WILL fall in love here, it is most probable. Other subjects will come to fall in love quickly, other will take their time. BUT don’t take too long~ If two subjects are taking too long to make progress we will send a ‘Request’ to move things along and if you fail to meet said request there will be a penalty. And you have 24 hours to complete the request. This is to help you.”

You shiver while reading the words before you. You are now too anxious to even look at Taehyung right now…you don’t want to even see his reaction to all of this. Is he anxious like you? Is he laughing because there’s no way this is real? Is he nodding along taking notes because he believes it? You don’t want to fucking know!

“We give soulmates the opportunity to meet and thrive. This particular project has been in the works for well over a year.”

You blink lazily at that. Well over a year? WELL OVER A YEAR? They’ve been watching you for over a year?!

“We have carefully observed each one of you in great detail. There is nothing we don’t know. We have matched you two to be most compatible.”

Nothing they don’t know? What the hell does that mean? How exactly did they fucking observe you two? You stand here with eyes wide open and mouth agape. Taehyung mirrors your expression. He doesn’t want to believe this either.

“And you two are finally ready to proceed with The Island.”

The two of you stand in the living room, dumbstruck. Absolutely dumbstruck. You aren’t even able to look at one another for more than a hot second. A harsh blush creeping on your face and you cringe because there’s no way you could blush for this asshole.

You just…you cannot believe any of this. You refuse to. This is ridiculous. Insane.

“This island is only for the two of you. Designed specifically for you. You are being constantly monitored. Hidden cameras are placed all around the house. Minus the bedrooms and bathrooms. The décor and food is to each of your likings, we want you to feel at home as possible. Everything including books, movies, games and rooms are to your likings and match your hobbies.”

Wait a minute. You frantically shake your head, blinking furiously. Constantly being monitored? AKA you’re being fucked spied on? How are you supposed to do anything knowing you’re being watched?

“Your families have already been notified of your absence.”

You feel your heart drop. You didn’t even consider how they might feel.

“You will return safely once we feel we are satisfied with the results. This can be 3 months, 6 months, a year or even more.”

You feel Taehyung spin to face you in complete shock.

“We understand this may seem awkward at first but things will evolve naturally. So you should not worry.”

These words do not bring the least bit of comfort.

��Besides the ‘Requests’ we will not interfere. This is YOUR time to fall in love.”

“Thank you so much for your ongoing participation and please enjoy your new home and of course, each other. <3”

The added heart at the end of the last slide has both of you scrunching your faces in disgust. With that, the TV shuts off, showing nothing but the dark black screen and the reflection of two ghosts. What. The. Fuck.

You’re sure your expression is as clear as day; a mix between anger and hopelessness. You don’t want to look at Taehyung, not after everything you just read but you know you should. So you tip your head to the side to get a good look at him. Worry. All you see is worry. Look, he might be hot as hell but there ain’t no way you can fall in love with this dude. But also, you don’t know anything. You gulp, there is one thing you know. You’re going to be sick.

Your nausea is so built up, it’s at the entrance of your throat begging for release. You stand here, running a clammy hand through your hair. You are going to puke, you know it.

Without any further thinking, you run towards the back door in the kitchen that thankfully leads to outside. You run down a path that you pray to the God’s that this path does lead to the ocean so you can drown yourself in some good ol’ waves. Your anxiety has you out of breath before the run does. You finally reach sand that is warm and grainy under your bare feet and follow it to the shore.

It’s beautiful actually. The view. You wish you could really take it all in and let the calmness of the waves relax you but you are seconds away from upchucking last night’s pizza rolls. But it never comes. Your guts never make it out of your body but the anxiety remains. Falling to the ground, you pull your knees into your chest, trying to breathe and most importantly trying not to cry. This is no use though and to be honest you don’t try very hard because tears are cascading down your face within seconds. You can feel the burning in your chest as hot tears fall onto the warmth of your cheeks and it breaks you further. You sit here and wonder if you are really stuck here in this place and with a complete and total stranger. The same thought stays with you as you ball into yourself.

You sit here, indulging in quiet sobs until they finally ease into soft sniffles. You reach up to wipe your eyes, ridding yourself of tears and the thoughts that came along with them. You need to think more clearly. Okay, positive thoughts. Come on y/n, you can do this. Positive thoughts. First off, you’re not alone. You are not the only victim here. You have an acquaintance here who you are sure isn’t very pleased about this either. But wait—would if this guy is a total weirdo? A psycho? Okay, maybe being positive is harder than you thought. Plus he was a total asshole to you earlier. But maybe that will change?

You stand to your feet, feeling more determined than before. You are going to try to make the best out of this shitty situation. You brush away the annoying leftover grains of sand from your legs and your behind and turn around to make your journey back to the house, your ‘home’. Ew, you did not just call it that, you shudder at the thought. Before you start walking, you spot Taehyung aka your ‘soulmate’ ew, you did not just him call him that— sitting, leaning against a tree. Yup, right next to where you just had snot running down your nose. Before spiraling into embarrassment, you take a good look at him and oh. You step towards him and his eyes follow your movements until you are seated next to him. He’s tense, that’s for sure. But you can’t really blame him, now can you? You are a little bit selfish, aren’t you? He is clearly freaking out too yet you ran out on him. You can see his expressions now: confused, anger, upset. And something you can’t quite figure out.

Taehyung looks your way and offers you a small, tense smile and then turns his head away from you to face the ocean again, a sigh escaping his lips.

“I’m not going to fall in love with you.”

You really don’t want to feel offended because hey, that’s fair. But still, this asshole doesn’t even know you so you roll your eyes.

“I’m not going to fall in love with you dude.”

Taehyung glances at you and gives you a look, like he knows that’s impossible.

“Sure.” He says.

“You don’t fall in love with me.” You snap back, feeling like you won something.

“Yeah, that won’t be a problem.” He deadpans.

“Listen…you’re not a psycho, are you?” You narrow your eyes at him. Taehyung stares at you for a second before he dramatically rolls his eyes at you, then he narrows his own eyes.

“I’m not a psycho,” he defends, a serious expression drawn on his face. “But how do I know you’re not?”

You bite down on your lip as if really contemplating,

“Fair point.” You smile cheekily but then your face falls into a frown. “This isn’t…real, right?” you try to brush back your hair behind your ear but the wind makes it difficult. “The TV…this is a joke, right?”

Taehyung looks on towards the ocean, the big blue waves crashing in the distance. He is silent for several long, annoyingly long moments. You can’t help but wonder what goes inside his head, what is he thinking? What is he feeling? It’s got to be similar to you, right?

“Let’s say it is real. There’s a company who…who…spied on us for a year. What does that mean? They hacked our phones? Hacked our homes? How far did they go? They said they know everything…” Taehyung pauses, flinching at his own words. “So, say they do. They believe after all their research we make a good match…the perfect match, apparently.”

“Yeah, I highly doubt that.” You cut in. “We couldn’t even get along in the first 10 minutes—”

“That’s because you were being a baby.”

“That’s because you were being a—Shut up.” You huff.

“Who’s being rude now?” Taehyung smirks. “Listen, I think it’s best if we just play it safe. But I am serious…I won’t be falling in love with you. And I am not a psycho.”

“And I am serious too, I won’t.” you remind him, annoyed. “It’s you who should be careful.” You poke your tongue out and Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“So do you like pancakes? Mister Not Psycho.” You look at him with a playful smirk and he wastes no time to curve his lips downwards.

“Pancakes?” he lifts his brows but then a scowl takes over, “I’m not falling in love with you even if you make me pancakes. I still can’t get over this…they spied on us for a year y/n. Invaded our privacy…this is too much. Too much to be thinking about god damn pancakes”

“Yeah but it seems like we’re stuck together,” you reason, “Whether we like it or not. So you can maybe try not to be such an asshole to me? When I’m just as much of a victim as you are. And we still have to eat.”

Taehyung’s mouth drops a little, then he closes it, screwing his eyes shut. “You’re right…I’m sorry,” he stands to his feet. “This is all just so crazy and a lot to take in…”

“I know…” you pause, “It’s sort of like being on a vacation—”

“Just stop.”

Taehyung walks past you, heading back inside the house. Leaving you alone with nothing but the ocean.

You stare off into the wide unknown, the oceans blue emptiness swallowing you whole. This looks like a dream vacation spot, if you’re being honest. But this? This was about to be the vacation from Hell.

~~~~~~~~

You and Taehyung walk through the door back into the kitchen, a look of grimace on his face while you frown. You two decide to check out what this place has to offer. You’re both clearly skeptical of this whole entire situation, well at least he is. He feels like the only one who is acting appropriately. But he can safely assume you probably are feeling a bit skeptical yourself. You two check to see is there is anything safe to eat—if there even is food. He doesn’t know what to believe. Was this situation, he doesn’t know…real? True? Every word he read, is a loud echo in his mind screaming at him. How could he even take this seriously? How could you take this seriously? This is fucking insane! He looks over at you, who is rummaging through cabinets, you look the same as a few minutes ago—calm with an unsure expression painting your features. He hates how calm you look, he can’t help but feel so annoyed by you.

He takes a look in the large, silver fridge and is pleasantly surprised to see many foods that he likes; lots of fresh fruits, juices, milk, sandwich meats, so on. It is fully stocked. He reaches inside the fridge for a bowl a fresh fruit, his other hand grabbing for a can of whipped cream. He gives you a look and nods towards the bowl.

“Should we test them? See if we die from poison or some shit?” he half jokes, his bitter tone shining through. You try to ignore his bad attitude and smile.

“We’re testing them with a can of whipped cream?” you go for a lighter approach but he just rolls his eyes.

“Go big or go home, am I right ladies?”

You snort. Real life snort. And you consider being embarrassed but you see Taehyung’s eyes light up in amusement before they’re darkening again.

You reach for a strawberry and pop that thang in your mouth, so he does the same. You two chew cautiously, the flavor and juices bursting. These might be the best god damn strawberries either of you have ever had. Such a shame they are being enjoyed in such a situation. He turns to face you, the you who is now stuffing your face with strawberry after strawberry, he can’t help but let a chuckle slip between his lips.

“What? Go big or go home…” you pause, a smirk playing at your lips. “Right ladies?” Taehyung only rolls his eyes at your smart mouth, he won’t allow himself to laugh.

Taehyung is still trying to gather his impression of you. When you first met you were a total cry baby, then you were just annoying and now you’re trying your best to be calm. He recalls how you ugly cried just outside—god, you have been a roller coaster of a person but considering your situation he understands why.

He believes he was more unbothered and brave after having first woken up…but after seeing those framed photos he got freaked the fuck out, to put it simply. Then the TV…everything just went downhill from there. And he sees what you’re doing…you’re trying to be strong. And he hates you for it. Why is he being the weak one here? How are you doing it with such ease? He’s spiraling. His whole life just got put on pause. His dreams and aspirations? Pause. Friends and family? Pause. His love life? P-Pause? He can’t help but worry over every detail, not to mention…is any of this the truth? Are you two just supposed to believe the god forsaken words that you read on the TV screen? And you went on about this being like a damn vacation. Unbelievable! But all he can do right now is breathe in and breathe out and try to be himself. Which at the moment is a really unhappy person.

You and Taehyung continue reaching into the bowl for more refreshing fruit, your fingers brushing against one another like this is a god damn Hallmark movie, but you don’t seem to be fazed by it so he won’t either. Even though it’s driving him crazy, he doesn’t want to touch you. He wonders what your thoughts are on the whole ‘love’ thing? It’s ridiculous. Don’t get him wrong, in a different situation he could see himself getting along with someone like you, maybe even hook up…but fall in love? Not likely. Plus he already has someone. Sort of.

“Ah, wait…” He pauses mid bite.

“Hm?” you hum, mouth full.

“Aren’t we like, supposed to be finding pancake mix or whatever shit you wanted to find?”

With a roll of your eyes, you lick your fingers clean while the other hand lays rest on you hip. (And no, his eyes did not linger when you sucked on your fingers and no, they did not travel down to your hand that rest comfortably on your nice hips.)(And no, he did not just think your hips are nice.)

“Couldn’t find any!” you dramatically yell out, “You guys FAILED us!” you then look over at him with a smirk, “So much for being experts right?” you scoff, he almost wants to laugh at your dramatics but he just stares at you blankly.

But soon that blank stare is changing into a sour one when he realizes just who you are talking to…the very company that trapped you here. The one that’s watching over you right now. Or so they say.

“We should inspect the whole house.” He says seriously, “You know, get to know this ‘vacation home’ or whatever bullshit you said.”

You look down at your feet, feeling fucking embarrassed.

“Sorry for calling it that I—”

“I know,” Taehyung kind of smiles, “You were just trying to make us feel better. I get it.” His tone is softer than even he intended.

“It didn’t really help, did it?” you scratch the top of your head, feeling sheepish.

“Not really.” He answers honestly, with hard eyes. “Now come on, let’s check things out.”

You nod your head with an eye roll, he still chooses to be dickish.

The two of you walk into the living room to the entertainment center. The TV is surrounded by shelves of books, movies, and games. Apparently all to your liking, so you guess you will see how true that is.

“Woah, there’s Mortal Kombat. Sweet.” You comment, the game case in your hand.

“Woah, I can kick your ass at Mortal Kombat. Sweet.” Taehyung plainly responds while shuffling other games between his hands.

“Don’t even. I will play you right now.” You try lightening the mood but he just rolls his eyes.

“We have other important things to do, need I remind you?” he begins lecturing you and you scoff.

“You don’t need to remind me our shitty situation. Your stupid face is reminder enough.” You bite.

“Oh?” Taehyung continues to look through cases, barely paying attention to you.

“Anyway,” you clear your throat. “There’s tons of movies here and TV shows as well,” you gesture toward the bottom of the shelf. “Some I have never seen before,” you squat down, your fingers brushing against DVD cases until you stop at one in particular, pulling it out. “Like, what the hell is ��Castaway on the Moon’?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, “UH, only my most favorite movie ever?” he says, taking the case from you.

“Looks weird.” You comment plainly.

“Weird—it’s not weird! It’s actually really good I swear, actually you know what?” Taehyung huffs out, it’s the first time you’re seeing him get so worked up. It’s amusing. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” He pouts, clearly wounded you would think to call his favorite movie ‘weird’.

“Plus, who’s weird?” he asks, “What’s with all this anime? I know it ain’t mine.”

You jut out your bottom lip in guilt, your cheeks turning a rosy pink.

“Well, well…”

“Well, well…” he mocks, feeling satisfied.

You raise your eyes to meet his and walk an inch towards him, never breaking contact.

“I’ll give yours a shot, if you give mine a shot?” you challenge, sticking out your hand. He guesses you want him to shake it.

He takes a moment to let his eyes linger on yours. They’re dark. Plain. Boring. Nothing special. He looks away and scoffs but the idea of sharing his favorite movie with someone does pique his interest.

“Deal.” He says, going in for the handshake. He feels your hand in his and doesn’t expect your skin to be so soft.

“Deal.” You say with an evil glint in your eye. “I’m going to make you watch so much good shit.” You continue to hold on to his hand, you look down at them and become slightly shy. You just remembered your situation. You keep staring for an odd amount of time before you drop his hand and shake your head.

“Should we check out the other rooms?” you start walking towards the entry way back into the main area of the house, but stop to turn and look at him.

“Yeah, I suppose we can do that.” He answers back, trying to sound as neutral as possible.

The two of you walk back into the main area where the rooms are located. He hesitantly creaks open the first door. He’s met with a room so fitting. A room full of art supplies. Drawing boards, brushes, paint, etc. He feels his palms pool with sweat.

“Do you make art?” you question, looking up at him.

“Yeah.” He gulps, feeling creeped out all over again. “They really did their research, huh?” he whispers to himself.

You two stand in the doorway, taking it all in. Taking in what this could really mean for you two. It begs the question: Were they really spying on you for over a year? Do they really know everything there is to know about you two?

You softly nudge Taehyung, “Why don’t we move on to the next room?” you suggest. He turns his head to face you as he swallows hard, nodding his head in agreement.

The next room is nothing spectacular, just a home gym.

“You work out?” he asks.

“Barely,” you admit, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I always have the excuse of not having time or not wanting to go all the way to a gym. Guess I have no excuse now.” You look up at him with a sheepish grin. It’s hard to believe you don’t work out, Taehyung thinks. You have great legs.

“I see.” He turns his back to you, exiting the room.

The next room really wows Taehyung. He doesn’t mean for it to. He wants to hate this place.

It’s a room full of musical instruments and recording equipment.

“Holy shit.” He accidentally lets out. He walks around the room, touching things with just his fingertips. “This is like grade A equipment, I could only dream of owning shit like this.” He truly does not mean to be in awe of the music room, you know, because the enemies gave it to him but holy shit!

There’s only one room left and you swear to god it better be for you. You two slowly open the door together to reveal an interests of yours.

“Is this…? Like, a dance studio or something?” He questions, glancing around the room, “Are you a dancer?” he finally looks at you and he seems quite impressed.

You look…surprised, to say the least. Your brows shooting up all the way toward your hairline, your eyes darting all around the room.

“N-Not exactly…I mean, kind of?” you admit, your eyes falling to your hands. He tilts his head in confusion.

“I…I just have a serious interest I guess you could say,” you look all around the room again, “But I,” you play with your fingers. “I have never said it out loud to anyone.”

“Oh.” Taehyung breathes out in understanding. So, these fuckers really did spy on you guys. In depth. You both feel goosebumps rise on your arms, making you both feel a chill.

“Let’s head upstairs. Shall we?”

The upstairs has 4 doors in total. You both know the door closest to the staircase is the bedroom you woke up in.

“There’s no bathroom in this room,” he motions towards the door. “And the closet was empty. So, it’s not the master and that—”

“That means there’s multiple bedrooms.” you finish for him, and you both sigh in relief.

He means, this place has a goal of getting you together, so he wouldn’t be surprised if they only offered you one bedroom, but thank the God that he doesn’t believe in that there’s more than one bedroom.

“Yeah exactly,” he breathes out. “I’m willing to bet the door at the end of the hall is the master. Wanna just skip ahead?”

“Sure,” you agree, walking past him to beat him to the door at the end of hall. But you wait for him to reach the door as well before you’re reaching for the knob and slowly turning it, swinging the door open.

The room is big, a huge king size bed in the center of the back wall. Thankfully, the drapes are dark so not a lot of natural sunlight enters the room, Taehyung thinks.

“Hell yeah, dark curtains.” You say excitedly. Obviously reading his mind.

He follows behind you, keeping his comments to himself as you ooh and aah at your surroundings. He is impressed by the rooms simple yet he guesses you could say intriguing décor. Definitely fits his style, but he won’t say that out loud. As an artist himself, the paintings on the walls are very pleasing to the eye. He wonders if they suit you as well. If you’re his ‘soulmate’ they would, he thinks bitterly. He could see himself adding his own artwork to this room. He wonders if you would be okay with that as well—wait. What is he saying? It’s not like you two will be sharing this room!

You drag your fingers across the comforter on the bed.

“Soft.” You mumble to yourself.

He chews on his lips for a moment before speaking, “You can have it…” he shifts from one foot to the other. “The room, I mean. I’ll just take the other bedroom.”

“Really? You sure?” The excitement is evident in your voice. “Wait no—that’s not very fair. We could thumb wrestle for it or—”

He raises a brow, “Thumb wrestle? Really?”

“Mortal Kombat?” you offer.

“That just wouldn’t be fair, I would win too easily.” He says, not impressed. “Just take the room. I’m sure.”

“Fine…thank you.” you bow your head down in defeat.

The two of you walk towards the master bath and your eyes come close to popping out of your heads. It is huge! And super fancy! He’s not good at fancy words but he’ll put it simply, the countertop is long with two sinks. Two sinks. The shower has one of those rain shower head things and woah. That’s for like, rich people. The way you are gawking at this bathroom tells him you’re having the same thoughts as him. Yours are probably fancy like, “This extravagant marble bathtub looks exquisite against these cream colored walls. Very…dashing.” Or some wild shit like that.

The closet is next, He’ll be completely honest. He forgot you would need clothes and shit. But holy moly, there are rows and rows of clothes, both yours and his. There is jewelry (Not really sure why that’s necessary but like, okay) and shoes on shelves against the walls. It was more than he owned himself back at home.

“Honestly I forgot about needing clothes…since we like…live here now.” The words are sour leaving your mouth, he can tell. But also, you are obviously reading his mind again.

“What? You thought you would be wearing your cute little PJ’s 24/7 or what? Wear nothing at all maybe?” he asks, shuffling from one foot to the other. He’s uncomfortable.

“ha-ha.” you deadpan. “I just haven’t really thought about what this all entails is all.”

He frowns at your words,

“We should probably talk about it, right? What this all means, I mean.” His questions causes a shift in the atmosphere. The air becoming a little thicker.

You only nod and turn on your feet to head back into the bedroom. He quickly follows behind you, both of you stopping at the foot of the bed.

“Let’s talk then.” You bite your lip, swaying side to side.

He needs to be honest. He is clearly so confused about all this. Fucking puzzled. He means, what if just what if this company was real? And this company was…right? Are you really a match made in heaven? No, that can’t be. That would be fucking ridiculous. He’s being ridiculous for even considering it. But you two obviously need to talk. Have a fucking chit chat.

You plop down on the edge of the bed and he follows your lead, finding a spot right next to you. Your knee shakes up and down quickly while you play with the hem of your shirt. You’re obviously nervous as fuck, which he can’t really blame you. He watches you for a few moments before hesitantly placing a hand over your shaking knee, trying to stop the anxious movement and hoping to God he is not crossing any serious lines, he’s just really getting annoyed by your shaking knee and needs that shit to stop. You turn your head to face him and he is met with a look of frustration. He turns his head to face straight ahead and with a heavy sigh he says, “I feel that way too.” Because it’s true, you both must feel the same. It’s not like you want to be stuck here with him either. Right?

You finally let out a long breath, “How long?” you whisper. “How long will we be stuck here?” you begin to sniffle as your eyes become wet. Shit. He brings his hands to his lap and interlocks his fingers together.

“I…I don’t know.” He answers honestly. “But what are your thoughts? On what we read…” he clears his throat, clarifying as if it wasn’t already obvious.

You suck in a sharp breath, “I don’t know what to believe.” You admit. “But we are…” you gesture between you two, “This is—This is not happening.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes as if that wasn't the most obvious statement in the world. He. Could. Not. Agree. More.

You continue, “Someone deciding for me? On this part of my life? That doesn’t sit right with me. No fucking thank you.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“I mean,” you turn to face him, “You seem decent and all, when you’re not being an ass, but this is all insane. Just insane.” You wear an annoyed expression, shaking your head in disbelief. He breathes out of his nose in attempt to laugh.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“But…” you pause, choosing your next words carefully…you have to be careful with this next part. “But if it’s real? What are we—” and yup, just as expected, you are cut off with just a look. He furrows his brows together and pushes his head back in surprise.

“This can’t be forced y/n.” he states firmly. You raise your hands up in surrender.

“Oh my god, Taehyung. I know that! I fucking know, jeez. But we have to talk about all the possibilities.” You say firmly, “We’re stuck here for who knows how long and you read the same thing as me, right?” you push on, “3 months? 6 months? A fucking year?” you drag a heavy hand down your tired face. “And don’t even get me started on these damn ‘Requests’ and whatever they are!” You are clearly very frustrated…Taehyung looks at you with the same pity you’re sure he feels for himself.

“Okay, okay.” For the first time Taehyung speaks to you much more softly. “Listen, they can’t keep us here forever? We are going to prove we are that 1%. We just got to stay out of one another’s way and just wait it out until they return us home.” Then his frown deepens, “But wait, what about the ‘Requests’?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

You strum your fingers on your thigh, staring down at your lap, in deep thought.

“I know this is weird but…” Taehyung starts.

“I know, we have to talk about it.” You finally look up at him and your entire face has gone pink.

“If the ‘Requests’ are, I don’t know, “pure” enough, we could just like do them?” you look at him with doe eyes, “Or like, if the penalty isn’t that bad…. I don’t know.” You ramble on.

The thing is, neither of you know what to expect from these ‘Requests’ and their penalties. It’s one huge mystery. And neither you nor Taehyung are a fan of mysteries. Taehyung watches as you begin shaking your knee in total panic again when he clears his throat.

“Hey…I think we can worry about that when or if the time comes, okay?”

“When or if…” you repeat slowly. “Okay.”

He stands from his place at the bed and begins walking towards the bedroom door.

“As long as we stay out of each other’s way, we should be good.”

“Stay out of each other’s way…” you nibble on your lips, “Like, we don’t talk or anything?”

“Precisely. You do your thing, I’ll do mine.”

“But—”

“That’s just the way it’s got to be.”

“Fine.” You speak bitterly, “Fine by me.”

Stuck on a beautiful island in a beautiful house with a beau—with a man. What could possibly go wrong? Vacation from hell, here we go.

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Fight for their lives (Part 2) (Alternative ending 2)

Created: 11.06.2023

Finished: 20.06.2023

Edited: 25.09.2023

Age: 18

Word count: 4,891

Warnings: None

Request: Yes (Tumblr user)

Pairing: BlackHill

Part 1 , Part 2 (AE 1)

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The first to open her eyes was Maria, who, blinded by the bright light of the afternoon sun, tightly shut them closed once again as she took a moment to adjust her sight.

Looking down, Maria also noticed the cast on her hand and she could only imagine that she looked fairly similar to Natasha.

Natasha.

Her sweet wife that almost died because the people they called their friends were willing to let her die inside rather than going in to save her.

"Natasha..." Maria chocked out, her voice only above a whisper

"Hey... You're okay." A deep voice reassured Maria "She's okay."

Maria looked in the direction from where the voice came and found Bruce there with a smile on his face.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted Bruce that Maria started to show signs of waking up and he rushed towards their room as fast as he could.

"Tasha..." Maria lightly coughed

"She's going to be fine. Don't worry." Bruce started doing a quick check-up on the brunette "She's about to wake up any moment just as you did."

"What happened?" Maria asked in her groggy state

"You got into an explosion on your way out." Bruce explained "Lucky, you both just got away with a few broken bones, nothing major."

"For how long was I out?" Maria looked around the room trying to find anything that could indicate to her what hour is it

"For about 3 days and a half." The doctor said

"Oh my God..." Maria gasped quietly "Y/N! Where is she, Bruce? Where is my daughter?"

"She... Umm..." Bruce had no idea how he was supposed to break this news to Maria "She's..."

"Maria..." Natasha groaned, scrunching her face in pain

"Tasha!" Maria quietly shouted panicked "Tasha, baby, are you okay?"

"Mia?" Natasha questioned confused with her eyes still closed

"I'm here, babe!" Maria reassured "I'm right here! Can you open your eyes for me, beautiful? Please..."

As told, Natasha slowly opened her eyes, taking in the brightness of the daylight, and turned her head to her left where she found Maria's worried gaze fixed on her.

"My leg..." Natasha cried in pain

"Can you give her something for the pain?" Maria pleaded, looking at Bruce "Please."

"But of course." Bruce nodded, walking over to Natasha's bed "I'm going to give you something for your arm as well."

"Arm?" Natasha mumbled confused, her eyes going wide when she noticed the cast Maria had on her arm "Mia! Sweetheart, are you okay?"

"I'm okay, baby. Don't worry." Maria smiled reassuringly "I'm okay, you're okay, we're both okay. Just calm down."

"Why are we here?" Natasha looked in between Maria and Bruce

Natasha nodded "Where's Y/N? I want to see her."

Natasha asked the question that Bruce dreaded to answer because he didn't know how to answer it.

He can't keep avoiding telling your mothers the truth about you.

"She's just sleeping." Bruce lied to the worried mothers "You have scared the poor kid so much."

"We're sorry." Natasha sighed looking at Maria with tearful eyes

"Don't worry, you two." Bruce smiled sadly "I know for a fact that she isn't mad at you."

"I can't wait to see her." Maria smiled "I miss her."

"We both miss her." Natasha added

"Well, how about you both take a nap, recover your strengths a little, and after you wake up again you can see her? How does that sound?" Bruce proposed

"We can do that." Maria agreed

"But, Mia..." Natasha wanted to protest but was quickly stopped by Maria

"We need to let her rest, Nat." Maria tried to reason "She must be so tired after everything we made her go through in the past few days."

"Yeah..." Natasha sighed sadly "You're right."

"Great." Bruce clapped his hands "It's settled then, ladies. You both take a nap and while you sleep I'll take care of everything else."

Maria extended her hand and waited for Natasha to do the same.

The redhead spy wasted no second in grabbing her wife's hand and giving it a light squeeze.

"Sweet dreams, beautiful." Maria quietly said, giving her a soft smile

"Sweet dreams, gorgeous." Natasha reciprocated the smile

Maria waited for Natasha to close her eyes before following her wife's cue and fell asleep in a few seconds.

—

"How are they feeling?" Clint eagerly asked Bruce once he walked into the living room where the entire team was gathered

"They are okay. I'm confident that in a few days, I'll be able to allow them to go back to their room." Bruce sighed deeply "But they asked about Y/N."

"And?" Steve raised his eyebrow "What have you told them?"

"That she's sleeping in her room." Bruce looked at the floor "I couldn't bring myself to tell them the truth just yet."

"I think that's better." Steve nodded "We should all be there when we tell them what is actually going on."

"We should be there for them." Wanda sniffed before bursting into tears again "Oh, Y/N..." She cried

Steve rubbed Wanda's back gently, quietly trying to comfort his teammate.

"I told them to take a nap and they agreed." Bruce said "We will talk with them after they'll wake up."

"The question is, how will we break the news on them?" Clint asked tearfully

"We'll think about a way to tell them, without giving them an instant shock." Steve sighed sadly "Although there's no easy way of telling them."

"We just hope they won't react too badly." Bruce nodded, quietly agreeing with Steve

—

A few hours later, the couple was wide awake and lovingly staring into each other's eyes.

"I love you so much." Maria whispered to Natasha, bringing the redhead woman's hand up to her lips and gently kissing it, because yes, Natasha's bed was that close to Maria's