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sinestrosmind · 11 months ago

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Ironverse - Iron Man 2

Summary: The events of Iron Man 2, but how they happened in Flame's Ironverse.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, All warnings applicable to Iron Man 2

Characters: Iron Man 2 roster, Flame Copps

Wordcount: 4,275

Flame had found herself in a city, around humans that don't speak a language she could understand, and around extremely loud versions of the things they use to get around. What did she hear some of them call it from her travels? Cars? She hadn't cared much for them as they raced past, just so long as they didn't hit her. She was content waiting until it was over to explore more.

But her peace watching the Grand Prix at Monaco was cut short by explosions and screaming. Flame responded in kind, running to the commotion to see what was going on. She'd seen human cubs around, and these humans that were driving were just innocents. If something happened, she wanted to help.

Flame hadn't arrived too late to join the fight, but had arrived too late to see it start. Flame scaled the fencing between her and the threat, a strange human with... electric whips? He was striking the ground repeatedly with them as she reached the top of the fence, and he had struck an overturned car as she leapt down, spotting a human in a black and blue suit had rolled out of the way. Unlike him, though, she continued forward, leaping through the fire with an aggressive snarl.

Flame stood in front of the whip-wielding human, her tail lashing, head low, ears back, and teeth bared. The whip-wielding human tilted his head curiously, narrowing his eyes, before beginning to walk towards Flame and the human behind her.

This was not Flame's typical fighting style; rushing into battle. Usually she'd watch her foe for a bit, learn about them, nip at them and run, see what all they can do. She couldn't do that right now, though. There were innocents in danger. Instead, as the whip-wielding human approached slowly, Flame gave voice to a loud roar in an attempt to make the human back off. Instead, this just angered him.

Flame leapt back as her foe lashed one of the whips at her, a deep groove being left in the asphalt. Uneasy, the feline looked at the mark on the ground and then at the human that made it. Considering it had cut through the car behind her and left those marks on asphalt, Flame felt lucky that she wasn't hit.

Though, she still didn't stay standing in that place for long. As the whip-wielding human raised one of his weapons, intending to strike again, a black car whipped around a corner and Flame turned and outright bolted to avoid being hit. Unknown to her, the human in the black and blue suit had done the same, though scaled the fence to avoid being hit.

The whip-wielding human, however, was not as lucky. He had been struck and pinned between the wall and the car. Flame saw an opportunity to attack, but she didn't take it as she watched the human in the black and blue suit talk- or yell- with two humans within the car.

"Are you okay?!" Flame had heard one of the humans in the car yell, another with a higher pitched voice screaming in terror from the back seat.

"Were you heading for me or him?!" The human in the black and blue suit started, standing beside the car and leaning into it.

"I was trying to scare him!" The human in the front seat defended, just before the human in the black and blue suit stood up.

"-Because I couldn't tell!" The human outside the car yelled.

"Are you out of your mind?!" A human in the back seat screamed at the human in the black and blue suit. He quickly leaned into the car again, pointing at the human who was screaming at him.

"Better security!" Flame heard the human outside the car say, but she couldn't make out what the human in the back seat had screamed. She did, however, make out the black and blue suited human's "I was attacked!" before she couldn't clearly make each of them out any longer. Though, she guessed she didn't have to, because as soon as she wasn't able to make out what each voice was saying, the human in the black and blue suit walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door.

Perhaps the fight was over.

Flame's thoughts of a quick fight with minimal injuries was crushed, or rather sliced into pieces as the whip-wielding human sliced the door the human in the black and blue suit had opened. While he had stumbled back and let the door drop, Flame lunged with a snarl.

She leapt atop the hood of the car and went right for he foe's face, claws unsheathed as she intended to simply temporarily blind her foe. The car had shifted, causing her to lose her balance, and her foe had attempted to strike her. Behind her, the three humans were screaming at each other, making her uneasy.

Flame's mind was back on the fight, and then on the searing pain on her arm within milliseconds. The human with the whips had simply touched her arm with one of the whips while it was charged, and it forced her back and to stumble on the moving car with a pained roar. Flame was able to stand and to get a safe distance away to avoid being hit, either by the car or her foe's whips, as he shortly begun slashing at the car.

The burn on her arm was distracting enough that she couldn't fight, so she opted to lick the new wound until the primary pain eased and it had become a dull throbbing and stinging. She hadn't been able to relax for long though, as she heard tires screeching.

Flame turned to look behind her just in time to see the car that had been sliced up by her enemy's whips was sliding towards her. Panicked, Flame scrambles back and the car comes to a stop just short of touching her. On the other side as Flame looked through the car, a metal human stood, glaring.

New threat?

Doesn't matter. Flame leapt through the car's back seat just the same, causing the human sitting in the back seat to scream in terror as she passed by. Flame had been left curious though, as she looked around. The human in the black and blue suit was gone.

Flame decided she would look for him later, to make sure he's alright. Right now, she had a fight she had to finish, and a possible new threat standing before her. But, the metal human who she thought was a new threat seemed to pay her no mind, focusing instead on the human with the whips.

Okay. Flame could work with this. An ally for now, and hopefully remaining an ally after the battle. She watches as he raised a hand, a whirring sound, high pitched, sounding. Before the metal human could do whatever it is he wanted to do, the human with the whips had struck him. The metal human stumbles back, and their shared foe strikes him again. Flame begins to pace as she watches the two, waiting for an opening. She finds one after the metal human had raised his other hand with that whirring sound again and launched some sort of a blast at their enemy.

Did this metal human have the same powers as she did?

This was something she'll have to investigate later, as when the metal human had fired twice, their foe deflecting his attacks both times, Flame found an opening to strike as well. She took that opening, charging at the whip-wielding human without hesitation with a vicious snarl. She went for his legs, jaws open and lips drawn back to bare her teeth as she went in for an attempt of a disabling bite.

What she got instead was the opposite leg she was targeting to hit her squarely in the jaw, making her snap her mouth shut and the momentum of both her own speed and the force she was hit at sending her tumbling to the ground with a pained whining growl.

The human with the whips shifted his focus back upon the metal human while Flame struggled to get her bearings, jaw in extreme pain and mouth now bleeding. She sat up slowly as she heard the fight continue on beside her, metal scraping the asphalt as the metal human had been thrown. And then the crunch of metal being crushed as the metal human was again thrown, this time onto the car.

She stood as the metal human had been thrown onto the car he'd kicked, possibly accidentally, at her earlier. Flame begun to pace, studying her foe now and looking for an opening. The human with the whips wrapped the metal human up in them, one around his neck and one around his arm. Perhaps this was an opening?

If it was or wasn't, Flame took it either way, rushing the two from behind the metal human. Her eyes were locked on him, misdirection, hoping to perhaps make her enemy think she was on his side now. Instead, as she neared the metal human, she leapt.

With a snarl, Flame jumped onto and then off of the metal human's shoulders, gaining height on her foe as a high pitched whirring of her own sounded as she charged plasma within her mouth. She fired the charge as she came down, landing as her attack hit the whip-wielding human.

As soon as Flame was on the ground and had moved out of the way, the metal human wrapped his arm around the whip that was around his neck and begun to stand. Flame, on the other hand, backed off as her foe lashed his free whip at her, just barely missing her. He then had lashed that same whip at the metal human, who Flame now watched as he intentionally wrapped himself up in the whip he'd had around his neck.

Flame stays back now, the metal human having taken over and gotten into a really good position. Close combat, their foe's attacks can't be used, and the metal human is landing solid hits on the whip-wielding human. She watches as the metal human then tosses their foe onto the ground after he'd landed his punches, and then watches as he walks to their now downed foe.

The metal human then approached their downed foe, and Flame watched him rip something from the thing the whip-wielding human was wearing on his chest. Curious, she watches him stare at the thing a moment before he crushes it within his hand.

Flame is hesitant around the metal human, weary. She circles around him, head tilted curiously and tail flicking nervously. She slows when he stares at her, and she lowers her head and her ears. He hasn't made a move against her, and he doesn't seem to be aggressive towards her...

Flame opts to yield to the metal human's stare and leave, her tail near tucked between her legs and a slight limp in her step as she trots away.

The next place Flame found herself was far from where that battle took place. She had spent some time afterwards looking for the human she had lost track of, but she didn't have any luck. So, she opted to leave the area. Completely. So, now she walks with a limp along a road near the ocean after having hopped various ships and vehicles to get there. Where was there, exactly? Don't ask her.

The next human she met was familiar. And speeding.

As she was walking along the road, a white car that was surely going faster than the others had quickly slowed down and stopped beside her, causing Flame to stop in her tracks as well. Flame watches wearily, tail flicking. The human called to her, and she definitely recognized his voice.

"Hey kitty," he had called to her before making a clicking noise with his tongue. Flame perked her ears at the sound, raising her head slightly. He has her attention.

"You're the cat from Monaco aren't you?" the human asked. Though the human quickly answered himself with a- “‘Course you are. Not a single cat looks anything like you.” And he paused again, staring at the road ahead of him.

Flame stood there, head slightly tilted to her right, curious and confused. This human was… Very strange. Especially when he’d hit her with “I know you can understand me I can tell by the way you’re lookin at me.“ And a quick pause before he continued with “And not to mention, you seemed to clearly pick out the threat over in Monaco.”

She's been caught, and hesitantly she nodded. "I can understand you." she replied. This, she could see, surprised the human, and she heard him mutter to himself "Wow I did not expect to be right on that one." as he stares out in front of him.

"Great." He starts, sharply looking back at Flame. "Get in. You look like you can use a ride." And the human was, again, right. Flame's paws were worn, sore, and the burn she received in the battle at Monaco still hurt her. So, she got in the car, the human telling her to "watch the strawberries" as she settled in the passenger seat.

During the ride, she and the human had a nice talk. Turns out, he was the human in the black and blue suit she’d met and defended, and his name was Tony Stark. Flame learned a few things, like the metal human’s name was Iron Man, and Tony had made him, and he apparently is at Tony’s house. And that Tony seemed to like talking about himself.

When Tony had gotten to his destination, he’d told Flame to stay in the car, and she did, curled up on the passenger seat until he returned. And when he did return, he had some sort of boards with him. Her only warning was his quick and firm “Move,” and as she startled and sat up, she’d gotten a quick “I need the seat, move,” as Tony raised one of the boards and put it in Flame’s spot just after she moved.

As he loaded the second board, Flame leapt down to the ground and then promptly stood up on her hind legs, grabbing the third board and helping Tony load it. “Wow, didn’t expect that. Is there anything you can’t do?” Flame had heard Tony say, and the feline gave an amused flick of her tail.

"Sit in the seat," she replied, smirking afterwards before loading the final board. It was a lighthearted joke, the human seemed stressed and Flame saw an opening. Thankfully, the joke didn't seem to be missed.

"Funny." Tony started, a smile on his face as he rounded the car and got in. "Got a sense of humor, I like that."

Flame had been told to get in the car again, and she did, though with a bit of a struggle to find a good spot to sit. She ultimately ended up laying behind the headrests of the seats, not the safest spot but honestly, Flame isn’t afraid of danger. It’s normal for her.

When they arrived at Tony’s home, Tony introduced Flame to someone called Jarvis. She was confused at first, but Jarvis soon explained what he was. Flame was further curious; mainly about what all Jarvis could do, and what his life was like. But she was distracted by Tony.

Tony told Flame that she was told to remain upstairs after he had a woman she didn't recognize tend to her wound. Flame was also told not to break anything, and don’t use the couch as a scratching post. Flame shrugged it all off, and instead opted to use the couch as a bed, curled up in one of the corners. There she remained the whole time Tony was down in his workshop. The rest she had was greatly welcomed, no matter how short it was.

A loud bang was what disturbed Flame first. She jolted from where she rested, and another made her get up. She trotted over to the staircase Tony had disappeared down earlier and called down it, asking if everything was okay. Flame had gotten an "Everything's fine! Just remodeling!" in return. Okay.

Flame returned to where she was earlier as Tony "remodeled" his home. It looked more like he was just being destructive, if you asked her, but then again, she doesn't understand humans quite yet. So, she sat and watched, helping occasionally when requested.

While Tony was downstairs, a stranger had entered the home. Flame was on edge at first, acting defensive, growling and lashing her tail at the stranger. Jarvis' voice came over the speakers in the living room then, and he told her it was okay. This human was allowed to be here.

Hours after the stranger left, Flame heard what sounded like a horrible battle in the workshop. Again, Flame headed to the stairs, and after the noise died down she called down to Tony, asking if everything was okay again. It was Jarvis that answered this time.

"Everything is fine, Ms. Copps." the AI told Flame. "Mr. Stark has just created a new element." Oh.

Flame didn't know that was a thing that could happen.

Flame was resting again, or trying to, when Tony had woken her up again- a loud yell coming from the man in his workshop. Flame went to the stairs again, and watched as Tony came out from his workshop.

"I'm fine don't worry," he had dismissed her before she even got to ask if he was alright. "I need you to go somewhere." Tony told Flame, crouching down to her level and holding something up. Flame's eyes, however, were locked on the glowing circle on Tony's chest.

"I'll explain that later, focus up," he dismissed again, and Flame shifted her attention from the glow on the man's chest to the thing he was holding. "This little thing will let you hear Jarvis outside the house. He's going to give you directions on how to get to where I need you to be." Tony explained while putting the earpiece on Flame.

"You're going to be going to the Hammer Industries Expo and crash the party." He continued, standing up. "I'll meet you there."

Flame nodded, accepting her orders, and headed out.

When she arrived where Tony told her to be, Flame decided to stick to the shadows and figure out what was going on. It was some sort of presentation from what she could tell, and the human on stage was presenting drones. And another metal human.

The party was crashed by Tony's creation, Iron Man, landing on stage. Flame came out of hiding then, leaping up onto the stage as well and greeting Iron Man with a chuff.

"We got trouble." Flame heard Iron Man say as he started to walk towards the other metal human. Flame remains close by, eyes scanning the area as the two metal humans talked.

After the two had talked, Iron Man approaches the man that hosted the expo, asking the man "Where is he?"

"What?" The man asked, confused. Flame slowly stalked forward, eyes locked on him.

"Where's Vanko?"

The man slightly tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. "Who?"

"Tell me." Iron Man's tone was irritated, and Flame gave a low growl at the man he was questioning.

"Wh- What are you??? Doing here, man??" The man dodged, his own tone clearly hesitant. Flame closed in, and when the man gave her a nervous glance she gave a snarl as she snapped her teeth at him. But her aggression was quick to dissipate as the other metal human spoke.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa-" Flame heard his worried voice. She and Iron Man both turned to see what was going on. Flame had been curious and worried at first, but now, as a weapon raises and locks onto either her or Iron Man, she couldn't tell, she frightens. A small jump and rocking back on her paws when the weapon drops to point at them.

Iron Man also seemed to be startled, asking the other metal human; "Is that you?"

"No, no I'm not doin' that, that's not me!" The other metal human explains in a worried rush. "I can't move!" he says, the other metal beings making a sudden and sharp turn towards Iron Man. "I'm locked up, I'm locked up!"

The other metal beings all take aim at Iron Man, Flame giving a low, worried growl. She hears the other metal human yell; "Get out of here! Go!"

"The whole system's been compromised!"

"Flame, clear the area." Iron Man orders, then launches himself back and into the air, and at that movement Flame turns to the crowd. "Let's take it outside!" Iron Man taunts before taking off. Flame remains, tail lashing as she stands at the edge of the stage and looks out over the crowd.

And then she roars. Loud, echoing, shaking the building. It stuns the crowd a moment, but then they start scrambling to leave as the metal beings behind her take aim and fire at Iron Man.

Flame, too, begins to move as glass shatters. Once it's safe for the humans to move, she begins pushing them alone. Nipping at the heels of humans who aren't moving quick enough out of the area for her liking. She keeps them together, going the direction she wants them, so they're safe.

Behind her, she heard the metal human yell "No, no!" as he begun to take off. She looked back in time to see him take flight, and other drones follow behind him.

As much as Flame wanted to aid Iron Man with this battle, she had a crowd to control. As he fought his battle in the sky, Flame pushed humans to safety, only relenting when other humans had stepped in to aid the effort. And good timing, as the drones began to move.

The drones began to move off stage and towards the crowd, Flame only knowing that when Jarvis alerted her to it. She turned then, to stand and face them. She begun doing the same as she did to the humans; nipping at the heels of the drones to get their attention, and then bolting off. She needs to keep them off the crowd and on her.

She assumed they had long range attacks like the others, and as they reached outside she found they did. Flame could work with this, so long as she didn't get hit. She opted to get them angry, nipping at their heels again and swiping at their legs. Once targeted, and once one took aim, she used that against them. Flame leapt upon one's shoulders, waiting for the one that had taken aim at her to fire. Just before it did, she moved as it fired, forcing it to hit its ally. As she picks them off, something had caught her eye.

A cub.

Flame first stood frozen, wondering what that human cub would do. And then she noticed a drone closing in on the cub, the cub's only reaction was to raise their hand to the drone as Iron Man would. She bolted, leaping upon the drone with a snarl, claws of one forepaw scratching over its faceplate as she grabbed the weapon mounted on its shoulder with the other.

Iron Man himself then landed behind the cub, taking aim at the drone. Flame looked up at him, her ears perking forward in understanding when they once were pinned to her head. She moves her forepaw out of the way from the drone's face and leaps off the drone's shoulders as Iron Man fires an attack, the energy destroying the drone.

"Nice work, kid!" Flame hears Iron Man say as he steps around the human cub and as Flame herself approaches, just before he takes off. Flame then spends a short time locating the human cub's parents before getting back to the battle. Now that she knew she could destroy them with a shot like Iron Man's, she had more freedom in battle.

"Ms. Copps, there is a pack of drones returning to your location." Flame heard Jarvis say through her earpiece.

"Good, let them come." Flame growled, eyes on the sky.

As the battle raged on, even as Flame grew tired, she continued to fight. Unease took over when the drones started to leave, though. They were going somewhere else. Where, she didn't know. She focused on the humans as the fight died down, ensuring that the injured are brought to those that can help, and the lost return to someone they know.

She finally decided to rest when she believed the battle to be over and the humans taken care of. Other humans were taking care of it, so she decided to stay out of the way.

...Until the downed drones had begun beeping.

"Ms. Copps, you should clear the area. The drones are set to detonate."

Flame could get used to Jarvis giving her alerts, it's extremely helpful. Especially considering she's now running to avoid being blown up, and getting mostly clear just in time.

The next day, when everything was settled, and after Tony had actually fought to get bandages put on Flame’s wounds, again, she was met by a man with one eye and wearing all black. Strange, and suspicious, Flame was weary. He introduced himself as Nick Fury, Director of Shield. He wanted to speak to her about the Avengers Initiative.

#⭑🛠⭑ Hey what are words again I forgor { My Writing }#⭑🛠⭑ I stole his first name it’s mine now { Tony Stark }#MCU #MCU OC #Marvel Cinematic Universe #Marvel #⭑🛠⭑ Hyperfixation est. 2020 { MCU }#honestly I feel like I could do better with this later #maybe when I have all my time back I'll rewrite it #⭑🛠⭑ Tony brought a plus one to the Avengers and now there’s seven { Flame Hamato }

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jinwoosbabyboo · 1 month ago

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The First Meet Self-Aware!Xavier

Sometimes maybe you're just the Juliet to his Romeo. Nothing more than a tragic love story, but what if you could rewrite the stars? pt. 1 here A/N: Before you fight me just read okay? Kisses 💋

Self-Aware!Xavier who's been blinding you with your screen brightness lately “Since when can you do that?” “I was testing the limits of my evol recently and figured it out cool right?” “Yes very cool but please stop blinding me it hurts”

It only took asking once for Xavier to stop adjusting your screen brightness. However he has been acting strange. It feels like he's hiding something; not necessarily something he can't tell you about more like something doesn't want to tell you about. Checking the app turned into a more frequent occurrence when he started disappearing constantly. You would often open the app to find the home screen cafe empty.

“Xavier!” the screen flashes and you see him appear with that same soft smile directed right at you “I’m here what do you need?” you stared at him unsure if you should accuse him of anything due to his strange actions lately. You didn't want to argue with him so you pushed your feelings down and sighed “Nothing just wondered where you went”

“I’m right here I'll always be here” He moved closer to the screen to get a better look at your eyes. “Is that all you were wondering?” You couldn't help, but sigh heavily as your curiosity got the best of you. “What have you been doing lately?” Stupid. Stupid. You mentally kicked yourself as the words rolled off your tongue before you could stop them. Why are you so jealous that he might be with in-game MC? It’s not like you can actually be with him. “Like I told you before I've been testing my evol” it still felt like he was hiding something under that soft gaze of his. You narrowed your eyes at hime “Xav if you want to spend more time with MC you don’t need to hide it from me” you could feel that terrible lump forming in your throat as reality set in that no matter how much you loved him; he’s not yours and never will be. Before he could answer you shook your head willing your tears to stay at bay “I have to go I'll be back later” you closed the app right as his mouth opened to say something.

You stopped opening the app after that. You thought that maybe if you stayed away long enough things would go back to normal and he wouldn’t be able to talk to you anymore. How do you grieve someone who doesn’t exist?

1 week later....

Since that conversation you’re not sure if you’ve become more sensitive to light or if you just happen to keep getting glares in your eyes because you’re just unlucky enough to be right where one can shine right in your eyes. You kept the lights in your house low or even just off to keep the light from blinding you. These constant blinding flashes of light were killing your head so you started wearing sunglasses everywhere and even using the walls to be your guide around your place because it was easier to just walk around in the dark.

Tonight was different though as you made your way to your bedroom your head was fuzzy along with your vision “I need to go to the eye doctor my vision may be getting worse” staggering to your bed you fell face first onto your bed and passed out. Your body felt weightless as if you were floating on a cloud. Your eyes fluttered open to see an expanse of stars and milky ways as far as the eye can see. “Y/N”

There was a voice, but it sounded as if it was underwater. “Y/N?” Words failed you as you tried to answer “I'm…. tired…..” you words were slurred and your eyelids were heavy. “Let’s go home together” the voice was much clearer now. “Xav….ier?” succumbing to the drowsiness that had you in a vice grip, your head fell back as everything went dark.

You jolted awake only to immediately be blinded by the sun shining in through the window. “At least it didn't give me a headache this time” You mumbled to yourself as you yawned into a big stretch. Your vision was clear again a stark contrast from what you fell asleep with. You started to take in your surroundings taking note that this wasn’t your room “Am I lucid dreaming?”

“The sun is too bright turn it off” a groggy voice whined next to you. Without thinking you kicked your leg out connecting directly with the strangers crotch who audibly groaned in pain. You sprinted out of the room only to realize you had no clue where you were. Rustling could be heard from the bedroom so there was no time to waste as long as you made it out of here as quick as possible. Freedom was within reach as you came up on the front door or at least you hoped it was the front door; only to be grabbed by your forearm and yanked back.

“I will scream bloody murder!” You yelled as you fought against this persons iron grip. “It’s me! Y/N it’s me open your eyes” not even realizing you were already screaming bloody murder with your eyes closed ; you opened them to see those deep blue eyes you’d dreamt about. “Xavier? Am I hallucinating?” You pulled your arm again and Xavier let go this time. You rapidly scanned the room and noticed this place looked exactly how it did in the game “There’s no way i’m standing in your apartment right now” You pinched the back of your hand and winced in pain.

Xavier rubbed the back of his neck as he nodded “Welcome to my home” you circled him skeptically eyeing him up and down. “Explain yourself”

“I was testing if I could manipulate the light in your world and it turned out that I could” That’s when it hit you that it was Xavier who’d been blinding you with light. You weren’t sure if you were pissed or flattered that he was trying to get your attention while you were ignoring him. No he literally made your life a living hell with that of course you were pissed. You took deep breaths as you tried to gather your thoughts. “So it was you that kept blinding me Xavier that gave me such insane headaches why would you do that?” You threw your arms up in exasperation as you began to pace. “I wanted your attention and you wouldn’t talk to me” He approached you with careful steps as you backed up at the same time. All those repressed feelings you had for the last week quickly surfaced just from looking at him. His face became blurry as your eyes filled with tears; just as you went to turn away you bumped into the kitchen counter. You stumbled to a stop as Xavier trapped you between himself and the counter. “Why did you leave me?” His lips pressed together in a thin line and you could tell he was trying to keep himself calm as well.

“Because we can’t be together Xav….” Your voice cut off as you choked up trying to keep your tears from falling. “Why not I'm right here” he had a point, but you don’t belong here; this isn’t your home and Xavier already has someone he was literally made to be with. “I can’t stay here Xav I can’t come between you and-” You yelped as he lifted you onto the counter and slotted himself between your soft thighs that were still bare from going to bed in a large t-shirt and spandex shorts. “I cut through time, space and reality to have you in front of me” His hands lingered on your thighs softly drawing circles with his thumbs. "Do you truly believe I want anyone other than you?" You went slack-jawed at his confession of how he managed to bring you here “You what?”

He dropped his head and exhaled a raspy chuckle, but there was no amusement in it “I was so lost when you stopped coming to see me I thought I was losing my mind” This man really did the impossible to get to you; there’s no way you could ever tell a single soul about this or you’ll be thrown head first into a mental asylum. The feeling of Xavier’s hand on your cheek pulled you from your spiraling thoughts. He gently wiped away a stray tear that you hadn’t even realized escaped. “You’re breathtaking in person” The blue in his irises was damn near non-existent as he studied your face almost as if he was trying to permanently burn the image into his mind. His stare was so intense it was like he couldn’t take his eyes off of you or you’d disappear.

You softly pushed his shoulder you try and get some distance because it felt like you couldn’t breathe with him this close. “Xavier please….” Your voice trailed off into nothing, but a breathy whisper. You didn’t know what you were asking him for; words seemed to be escaping you. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and held it next to your head as he leaned in closer. Your lips parted as your breath became heavy and his gaze immediately dropped to your lips. “Please what?”

Fuck it.

You wriggled your wrist free and grabbed him by the back of his neck slamming your lips onto his. Xavier wasted no time kissing you back, his arms wrapping about your waist pulling you tight against his toned body. Xavier kissed you like a man starved the way he parted your lips to allow his tongue in along with the quick nips and sucks to your bottom lip your mind was going fuzzy as you fell into him with reckless abandon. You drew back gasping for air and Xavier chased your lips pulling you back into a heated makeout session. Before you fell back under his spell you broke away and pressed your fingertips to his lips when he tried to chase you again. His breath was ragged and you could see his rapid pulse fluttering on his neck. Seeing him completely flushed with red cheeks and hot ears gave you butterflies “We should slow down we just met” You teased with a giggle. Xavier rolled his eyes and kissed your nose as he took a step back. You didn’t miss how he quickly adjusted his pants tucking himself into his waistband. “I’m sure you have many questions go ahead I'll answer all of them truthfully”

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theereina · 16 days ago

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New Year, Same Bullshit

Pairing: Toxic Babydaddy!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +3.8K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, baby girl, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), oral (male receiving), P in V, Toxic Dom!Terry *if you squint and turn your head*, cum play *sort of*, brattiness galore, facials *no spa*🤭

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by ME (theereina). Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥

ding

Terry: I hope all is well. My mom told me she has TJ. Hope you enjoy yourself tonight.

Me: I hope I do, too.

Terry: I was thinking about something earlier.

Me: ???

Terry: New Year, new us?

I paused for a second in disbelief. I knew this man was not trying this bullshit tonight. I guess this year's motto was “new year, same bullshit”. I sat there for a second and stared at myself in my vanity's mirror.

I could feel the petty in me rising. I texted Terry back with nothing but ill intentions. “New year, new us”, huh?

Me: Nah. New year, and new dick. Cheers to 2025!🥂✨

I waited until I knew Terry saw the message and blocked his number. I knew I was pushing Terry's buttons but oh well.

2 hours later

“Lele, ain't that Terry?” asked one of the women who came out with me and my best friend.

“Aww, hell. Lele, it is him. He's coming this way, and he looks pissed!” my best friend, Tyler, said.

“I don't care. What he gonna do? Whoop me!” I laughed out loud, spinning to see Terry barreling through the crowd.

I stopped dancing when I saw his face. Maybe, I shouldn't have said that.

“Terry, wait? I didn't mean—,” I said as soon as he stood before me.

“Nah… You meant that shit. New dick, huh?” Terry said, eyeing me down.

As much as I was scared for my life, I was hoping that this night would end the way I wanted it to. Fuck! I needed this.

“You think that shit was funny? Ty, y'all here alone, or did she come with someone?” he asked, looking towards Tyler.

“Terry, I didn't come h—,” I started to speak.

Terry's eyes darted back to meet mine.

“Love, I wasn't talking to you. I asked Tyler. When I want you to speak, I'll let you know.”

“Oh, shit. He not playing with her ass,” said one of the women in the group.

“Yes, we came alone. No, she didn't come here with anyone. I promise,” Tyler said, looking at me.

“I can't believe you're doing this shit right now,” I mumbled under my breath.

“What did you say? I couldn't hear you,” Terry spat, glaring down at me.

“Nothing,” I whispered.

“Yeah, that's what the fuck I thought. Enjoy yourself, sweetheart. I'll be waiting for you when you get home,” he said, holding the back of my head and kissing my forehead.

“Huh? You don't live with me,” I uttered in confusion.

“I still have my key, and I pay the bills there. Don't I? Oh, okay then. Like I said, I'll see you when you get home,” he said, letting me go.

“Oh, and do me a favor, love. Don't drink too much. I need you alert and responsive tonight,” Terry said, walking away.

As I watched Terry leave, I felt my heart racing. There was no calming down from this.

“Fuck me!” I yelled quietly as soon as Terry was out of sight.

“Girl, what the fuck did you do this time?” Tyler asked me, handing me a drink.

I looked at the fruity concoction like it was poison. I knew this sugary ass shit wasn't going to do anything to call my nerves. I shrugged my shoulders and swallowed the drink in two full gulps.

“Damn! That man finna tear yo' ass up. Ain't he?” one of the women asked while laughing.

“You don't even know the half. Tyler, can you keep yo’ godson tomorrow? I got a funny feeling I'm not gonna be straight after tonight,” I asked Tyler, searching her eyes for sympathy.

“Yeah, I got my baby. Now, you just tell me what the fuck you did,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, Ty. I think I fucked up this time,” I said, shaking my head. I pulled her over to one of the couches in the section, hoping that I could talk to her privately.

As I proceeded to tell Tyler what happened, I could see her face shift from concern to amusement.

“Why do you look like you wanna laugh?” I asked when I finished.

“Uh, sis… How did he know where you were?” Tyler asked, looking at me with concern.

“I don't… I don't know. How the fuck did he know I was here?” I asked, questioning myself more than Tyler.

4 nerve-racking hours later

I had literally spent all night trying to come up with a reason not to come home. I knew that whatever was on the other side of that door was going to be— something memorable.

I made sure to stop drinking hours ago. His “alert and responsive” remark was a warning that only WE understood. My insides were screaming because I knew Terry had a way of breaking me down and putting me back together again in the most— sensual and pleasurable way. Yes, there may be pain involved, but I couldn't care less.

I was well aware of what came with provoking Terry. At this point, it was a game for me, and my prize was always the best dick a girl could ever ask for. That was definitely the one thing I missed about having Terry living at home— the in-house, on-demand dick. Always hard, and always ready.

It was a little after 4 in the morning. I was pushing my luck coming in this late, but I might as well fully enjoy what may be my last night out for a while. I was either about to get fucked up, be fucked, or both.

After realizing that Terry's truck was nowhere to be found, I scanned the streets to see if he parked there instead. Nothing.

I reluctantly began walking to the door. How was this possible? Even the walk up to my front door was causing me anxiety. Every goddamn step felt like I was approaching the gates of hell. Was I really letting this man make me feel like a child coming home when they know they're getting an ass whooping? Yes.

I slowed my steps and began putting my hair in a ponytail. If it's one thing I knew, this ponytail may save my life. Then again, it may do the opposite. Aww, fuck!

I tossed my heels and purse into one hand while adjusting my keys with the other. Placing the key into the keyhole, I quietly unlocked the door. I paused before opening the door, praying that Terry wasn't standing on the other side.

Sliding inside as quickly as I could, I tiptoed inside the house and locked the door. From what I could see, he wasn't in the living room or the kitchen. I took a deep breath and relaxed my shoulders. I stood quietly in an attempt to possibly hear if he was somewhere in the house. I flattened my back against the door since I was still unsure of my surroundings.

From somewhere to the right of me, I heard something dart towards me. I turned around in a panic. Right as I was about to make a run for it, I saw that the culprit had a tail. I WAS ABOUT TO RUN FROM MY DAMN CAT!!!

I took a deep breath and leaned down to pick up the cat. But… As soon as my knees hit the floor, I felt a hand on the back of my head. I screamed out in shock, startling the cat.

“Oh, nah. Shit that shit up! I told you I would be waiting for you. Didn't I?” Terry growled, pulling me by my ponytail.

Like I said. The ponytail was a gift and a curse.

“Just…” I yelled, grabbing his hands in my hair.

“Touch me again. I dare you. Imma do more than tie yo’ ass up!” Terry said, holding my face to look up at him.

“Terry, I'm sorry. I was just jo—!” I started, letting my hands fall beside me.

“That was supposed to be a joke. Ha! We gone see what's funny in a minute.” Terry said, letting go of my hair.

As much as my brain was telling me to run, my pussy was begging me to stay even more.

Terry's hand wrapped around my forearm. “Stand up!” he barked.

“Please, I said I’m—,” I said, standing to my feet.

“If I have to tell you to shut up again…” Terry said, pulling me to face him.

I used the back of my hand to wipe the tears that were now falling.

“I hope you don't think those tears are stopping shit. Ain't no sense in crying. You did this to yourself, Alicia. I was trying to be nice to you, but you just don't know when to leave me the fuck alone,” Terry said, stepping closer to me.

I gulped as he glared at me, blinking slowly. Every breath he released was hot and heavy— weighed down in anger. It's as if he was battling to control himself.

“You thought that shit was so cute. Didn't you? I bet you and your little friends had a good laugh at that, huh?” Terry said, leaning down and resting his forehead on mine.

“You can speak, now. Choose your words wisely,” he said. He straightened his posture and stood to his full height, holding his hands in front of him.

“I'm sorry. I didn't tell anyone but Tyler. I swear,” I spat out as quickly as I could.

Terry paused to look at me. His eyes darkened in lust and anger. I let my gaze drop to the floor.

“Nah, you know better. Eyes on me at all times, right?” Terry demanded.

“Yes,” I said, trailing my eyes up Terry's body. I let my gaze linger on the bulge that had grown in his jeans.

“Unh unh. You gone see that in a minute. Look at me, Alicia!” Terry said, forcing me to look at him.

I rubbed my forearm nervously. I waited for Terry to say something else. Instead, he turned on his heels and sat on the couch.

Leaning back on the couch, he placed his arm over the back. “Better yet. Come here and bring your phone with you,” he said, motioning for me to approach him.

I slowly picked up my phone from the floor and walked up to him. I stood between his legs. He dropped his gaze to the floor, letting me know to kneel. I kneeled in front of him while never breaking eye contact.

“Good girl. Thank you for finally listening. Give me your phone.”

Handing him my phone, my mind immediately started to race. I knew if this man went through that phone. My ass was grass!

“Terry, wait!” I yelled, stopping him.

“Oh, you must be hiding something. You are crazy as hell if you think I can't go through a phone that I pay for every month. However, that's the least of my concerns right now,” he scoffed, tossing the phone beside him on the couch.

“I just… I… I know that… if…,” I stuttered.

“Don't even worry about it, love. Because after tonight, it won't matter what nigga is in that phone. You'll know who you belong to. I can promise you that.”

Terry leaned forward, grabbing the side of my face firmly. I gasped in anticipation.

“I don't understand why you choose to play with me, baby girl. Here I am asking for my family back, and your ass wants to play these childish ass games.”

“Terry, baby. I—,” I said before he placed his hand around the front of my throat. I instantly shut my mouth.

“Look at that! How sweet. I didn't even have to do it, and you knew.” Terry said, biting his bottom lip. He moaned as he watched me. He was more than thrilled with my natural obedience.

Moving his hand to cup my chin, he let his thumb trace the silhouette of my bottom lip.

“Mmm… Daddy misses these lips. The way they look, the way they feel— everything!”

Terry's hand let go of my chin as he sank back into the couch. I watched fervently as he undid his belt. Making quick work of his pants, he freed himself from the confinement of his boxers.

I eyed his dick, waiting for his permission to even touch it.

“I told you you'd get to see it. Unfortunately, touching it ain't an option. At least not right now, especially with that foul mouth of yours.”

My face dropped in disbelief as I began to pout.

“What you will get to do is watch me. Watch me while I… uh… make you wish it was you handling this for me.” Terry laughed while lifting my head back up to watch him.

So, it begins. This is the part where he breaks me.

Terry wrapped his hand firmly around the base of his dick. “All you had to do was behave, but you just can't. I bet you'll be on your best fuckin’ behavior after tonight.”

Terry's hand stroked the length of his shaft. His contentment was already evident as small droplets of precum began to leak from his tip.

I rested my hands on my thighs, pressing my fingertips into the cushion of my thighs. I was fighting the urge to lick what I felt was mine; however, I knew that wouldn't end the way I wanted. Licking my tongue out, I let it slide across the flesh of my bottom lip.

Terry grunted in response. My eyes darted from his dick to his face. His eyes were low and wanton. He was just as needy as I was. Our gazes locked in fervor, passing a mutual message that intensified the salacious hunger between us.

Terry's hand sped up and tightened around his head. His grunts grew deeper and more primal. He was feigning to cum.

I tilted my head and lowered my gaze, pleading with my eyes. Sitting here with my hands in my lap wasn't enough for me. I whined while wiggling my hips, trying to feel something to help the ache between my legs.

“Fuck! You got 3 minutes to make me cum or else!” Terry said, leaning up and grabbing the back of my head.

He didn't even have to finish his movement. My mouth was on his dick before he could even grab me. I was horny, I was needy, and most importantly, I was hungry.

I took all of Terry in on a single inhale not giving a fuck about my throat. I needed this. I let saliva fall from my mouth and down the sides of his shaft. Pulling back, I hollowed out my cheeks and created a vacuum around the head of Terry's dick.

“Ahhh, fuck. You… you always know… ugh.. exactly what to do, baby girl. That's right. This dick is yours, mama. Ahhh, shit. Keep going, baby,” Terry said, stroking the side of my face.

I moaned around his dick. Swallowing his full length again with pride, I smiled around him. Opening my mouth slowly, I sunk down further until my nose hit the patch of hair he grew there. Relaxing every muscle in my throat I let him sit in the back of my throat while I hummed and moaned in pleasure. This… this was the ache I was seeking. This was what I wanted to feel— the burn and stretch of this very moment.

I pulled off of Terry with a pop, watching as a thin string of saliva and cum fell from my lips. Grabbing him mid-shaft, I began to jerk his dick. Fully consumed by my own pleasure, I failed to immediately take notice of Terry's silence.

I looked up to see Terry's eyes closed as he released a slew of low, rough moans. I instantly put my mouth back on him, focusing solely on his head. Using my tongue to massage his tip, I was hoping to push Terry over the edge.

Watching him closely, I marveled at the sight before me. His head had rolled back on his shoulders, and his bottom lip was tucked in between his teeth. As I felt Terry's dick begin to pulse, I took him into the back of my throat again. I wanted every drop of him, and I was going to make sure I got it.

Letting him paint the back of my throat was the only thing on my mind. I started sucking Terry like my life depended on it. His hand gripped the back of my head, but even that didn't stop me. I rested my hands on Terry's legs for support as I put my all into it.

As soon as I felt like the first drops of cum were about to make an appearance, Terry grunted and pulled me back. His dick fell from my mouth and into his own hands. Leaning my head back, Terry stroked himself twice before erupting— all over my face.

I closed my eyes, feeling the warm sticky substance coat my eyelashes along with my forehead, nose, and lips. I exhaled as I thanked God that I closed my eyes in time.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!” Terry barked as I felt him moving around.

I opened my mouth and felt him push his dick inside again. Resting the full weight of his dick on my tongue, he told me to keep my mouth open.

“Smile!” he said as I heard a camera shutter.

Without a second thought, my eyes shot open.

“For memories. Adding it to the stash.”

Of course! That's what the fuck he wanted the phone for. I pulled back, letting his dick fall out. “I told you that you're mine. Didn't I?” he said, leaning up.

“Oh, don't think we're done either. Stand up!” he nodded.

I rose to my feet, wobbling. As I stood before Terry, I went to wipe my face. His hand reached out to grab my hand.

“Nah, baby girl. You gone wear that shit with pride. I plan on marking my territory in more ways than one. There will be no creampies tonight,” he warns, standing from the couch.

“But Terry I—,” I said.

His arms wrapped around my waist as he lifted me. Wrapping my legs around him, he turned to walk towards the hallway. My body practically melted into him as I clung to his back. I began to whine and moan while kissing his neck.

“Daddy missed this pussy— MY pussy,” Terry moaned as his hands pushed the strapless dress I wore up past my stomach. The thin fabric began bunching up.

“Ahhh, mmmm. Fuck!” I moaned, placing my hands around his neck.

As we approached the bedroom door, Terry didn't even reach to open it. Instead, he opted for kicking it open.

“Don't worry. I'll fix it!” he grinned.

Walking to the foot of the bed, he laid me directly in the middle. He stepped back and completely undressed himself. God Lord, I missed this body.

I leaned up and began kissing and touching his abdomen. Moving my hands out of the way, Terry's hands went to the neckline of the dress as he leaned over me. In one swift move, he tore the top of the dress in half, continuing to tear the fabric from my body until nothing was left.

While I was preoccupied with my own thoughts, he pushed me down onto the bed. Climbing onto the bed and settling between my thighs, he wrapped my legs around his waist.

Looking at me with the most sinful smirk, he entered me in one thrust. I gasped out in both pain and pleasure. We hadn't had sex in over four months. The feeling of him stretching my pussy out sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“You gone feel me tonight, baby. All of me,” he said, leaning down to kiss my neck.

Pulling every inch of his dick out to the tip, he inserted himself again. He was clearly on a mission.

Thrust after thrust…

“So, you gone give my pussy away? Huh? Answer me when I'm talkin' to you!” he said, thrusting into me harder.

“No!” I yelled as my back arched off the bed.

Using nothing but his body weight, Terry flattened me out again. “No, ma'am.” He said, pulling out to thrust back in again. “The fuck you moving for? You gone take this dick. It's yours, ain't?” he asked, kissing my chin.

“Yes, this… this is… ahhh, fuckkk… This is my dick!” I screamed out as he pounded into me. Every thrust knocked the syllables from my lips.

“That's right. This your dick, baby. All of it! Every fuckin' inch, mama! Now, what you gone do with it, huh?” he growled in my ear, taunting me.

“I'm… gonna… fuckin'… take… it!” I whimpered. His thrusts began to pick up speed.

“Good girl, and you gone let me cum wherever I want to, right?” Terry coaxed, hitting my g-spot over and over again.

“Yes!” I yelled, clawing at Terry's back.

I was so close to cumming, and this shit felt so damn good. Hell, I'd even let him cum on my face again.

“I knew my baby would. Who pussy this is, mama?” he asked, smirking.

“Yours! For… ever! Terry, please! Can… ohhhh… can I cum?” I begged as I felt my climax quickly approaching.

“You better wet this dick up, too. Come on, baby.” Terry uttered softly, talking me through it. “Oouu… look at my baby,” he said, fucking me through my orgasm.

“Terry!” I moaned out, digging into his forearms.

“Look at that shit! Wet as fuck!” he said, watching himself slip in and out.

“Yes! Shit! Ohhh, fuck!” I gasped as he slowed his strokes.

“Yeah! Just like that. You ready? Tell Daddy that you're ready,” he groaned clearly at his peak.

“Please, Daddy! Cum for me!” I yelled.

Terry pulled out, aiming straight for my pussy and stomach. I watched intently as ropes of cum landed on my lower abdomen and the mound of my pussy. Using his dick, Terry began to mix the remainder of his cum into my own. He beamed as he created a disgusting and sloppy mess between my legs.

“I wish you could see it, baby. It's so pretty,” he said, looking up. His eyes roamed over the entirety of my body, lingering on the areas covered in his cum. “You look so pretty, mama,” Terry praised.

“I know I do, and it's all because of you,” I said, pulling Terry in for a kiss.

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krypticcafe · 2 years ago

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Reader/ Y/n coming back to base covered in blood and tortured while 141 + Alejandro had no idea where reader was since they left in the morning.

Reader is "the little sibling/adopted child that we must protect all cause" to the boys

Love your writing so much ❤️

As Long as I'm Here

rating: mature

pairing(s): platonic gn!reader x 141 + alejandro

warning(s): canon-typical violence, language, drugs and drugging, torture, blood, military inaccuracies, no use of y/n, no beta read

a/n: Hope you don't mind that I decided to put this all in one long fic, kinda struggled with the writing direction with this since I had to rewrite it multiple times and I had to cut it short so I'll probably make a part two?

synopsis: it's going to take a lot more than simple torture to keep you from going back to the 141.

Part Two is now up!

"I'll be back before they know it."

Those were the last words you thought to yourself before you hopped off the helicopter. You and a team of other capable members of SpecGru and the Los Vaqueros had left before the crack of dawn for a joint operation and anticipated coming back by the afternoon if things went smoothly. And of course, they didn't.

No, you couldn't be afforded such a luxury as seen by how you were overwhelmed in battle. You wish you could've said you did your best, but god dammit you should've checked before entering that building, thinking you could lure the enemy away from the rest of your team. Compared to the hours you spent strapped to a chair with nothing but fluorescent light and a buzzing in your ears to compliment the throbbing pain in your head, you started to prefer the option of joining the rest of your teammates becoming target practice instead.

It didn't help either that the people who caught you were sick bastards. You could deal with the punches, a kick to the crotch, the hair pulling, cigar smoke, the blades, and having your body slammed around the place. It was nothing compared to practice with the 141 and prior missions you had with them. But when the metal cart of syringes came out, you knew you were beyond fucked, even when you had a swollen eye, a busted lip, broken ribs, open cuts, and burns. They took it a step further and injected experimental drugs you were supposed to investigate, homemade concoctions as they lovingly called them.

By pure shitty luck, you only escaped because one of them was stupid enough to clean up after offering you a glass of water when you woke up after passing out, dropping and shattering it in front of you, and not bothering to clean up. When your guard left to go take a piss break, you threw yourself to the floor and tried to squirm your way to the glass, using a shard to cut through your ropes. Once your guard came back, you pretended to still be bounded to your seat, coaxing him to come closer as if you wanted to confess something, and slit his throat. From there, it was easy now that you had a gun.

Or at least it was supposed to be. Maybe it was the heat of the moment or the adrenaline of finally being able to move, but the drugs hadn't fully kicked in until now. Your whole world seemed to sway, or maybe it was just you. You couldn't tell, all that mattered was that you could fight. Based on the layout of the building you were in, you were still in the same area as you were before. It took more bullets than you would've liked to admit to take down the guards that were in your way, but how was it your fault when the only two thoughts in your head were 'Where the fuck is my stuff' and 'God I'm gonna puke'.

Whoever kidnapped you really didn't think things through. Security was tight on the second floor but the bottom floor just had a single guy in the kitchen messing with a bag of crackers. You aimed your gun at him and click!

Click!

Clickclickclick!

Shit.

Well that caught his attention. You ducked down right when he reached for his gun, tossing your empty one to the side now that you'd be doing this the hard way. Waiting with bated breath, you took your window of opportunity, lunging when he had to reload. You took him by such surprise that he fumbled to put in another magazine and that allowed you to knock the weapon from his hands and tackle him to the ground. The both of you struggled on the hardwood floors for what felt like hours, but it was only a minute at most. Even in your feverish, dizzy, survival-instincts-only state, you overpowered him and stabbed him with his own knife.

Towering over the body, you gasped for breath, feeling your lungs struggling to expand and contract if you didn't force yourself to focus on the task. Great, now you're sweaty, weak, bloody, and out of breath. Based on how your hands started trembling, your symptoms were getting worse. Pacing around the area, you found your bag on a couch and fished around for the radio, yelling out your callsign before the rest of them would discover why their friends were suddenly so silent over comms.

"Sending coordinates, get a chopper over to exfil ASAP. And a damn medic."

The 141 were back from their own mission when they had heard the news of your distress call. Ghost was on the verge of strangling one of men that was on the team with you if they didn't add the fact that you made a reckless move for the sake of the team. Ghost could agree that it was something that only you would do despite his constant arguing with you and his protectiveness over you. He'd keep an eye out for you from the shadows both on base and in the field, be the one to challenge you to push your limits during your sparring matches, make sure you were well-trained so you could protect yourself. And yet you would instead protect the 141's asses countless times.

Ghost was brooding in the helicopter, well, more like sulking after a mission with you and Soap. During the crossfire, he wasn't able to keep an eye out for his flank and see the grenade flying for him. In a desperate move, you shoved him out of the blast range with all your strength, landing you with a couple burns and injuries, but nothing fatal. You knew he was going to get moody afterwards, giving a knowing glance to Soap before turning back to Ghost and nudging his leg with your boot.

"Hey, L.T, you were in the British S.A.S, right?"

"..."

"Just answer the question! C'mon Ghost, for me? Pleaaaase?"

"Affirmative."

"So back then, if you were to get bathroom duty, would they call you a Loo-tenant?"

"... negative. Was promoted after joining the 141." He turned his head away, and despite his blunt, by-the-book response, you knew he was smirking under that mask of his, especially with how Johnny and you were both snickering your asses off.

"Ghost?"

Simon snapped out of his thoughts and looked back at Soap, visibly concerned for the masked man but reading him all at the same time. Years of working together helped Soap get over the boundary of Ghost's silence and stoicism, and Ghost wasn't the only one looking out for you after all.

"You alright, L.T?"

"Solid, just need a talk with Price."

"I know what you're thinkin', and as much as I'd love to shove it to the bastards, they're going to need us when they come back. Price will come up with something, we just hafta wait 'til then." For once, Soap was the voice of reason and Ghost couldn't argue with his point.

"He's right, you know." Price stood a few feet away from the two in the hall, "Kid's capable of themselves but they're going to need a shoulder to lean on when they get here. Maybe a couple stitches, too."

Price hoped it was only going to be a few stitches. Though he knew it probably wasn't the case. Alongside Roach and Gaz, he had trained you for these situations, ensuring it would never happen and it never did thanks to his mentorship. He saw you as one of his own and ensured that you'd be able to fight tooth and nail so that it would never end up like this. But now that it has, he could only wonder what could've been done to you for you to get captured.

He didn't want to wonder.

"Bloody hell, what did they do to you?" Gaz muttered, watching as you stepped down the ramp with a soldier aiding at your side. There was an attempt to bandage you up on the way, though it only seemed to be temporary since your bandages were already stained with blood and some of it oozed out. Even the bandages around your head didn't stop the crimson liquid from spilling down the side of your face. The soldier passed you to Gaz, immediately urging that your injuries be tended to.

"Something's wrong, look." Roach helped support your other side to allow Gaz to examine you.

With a closer look, Gaz found that your pupils were disturbingly dilated, eyes glazed over in a way that made you almost look dead. You were muttering and mumbling nonsense under your breath, something about the mission and wanting to go home.

Gaz swallowed an anxious breath and nodded, "We'll get you home soon, buddy. Roach, help me take off their gear."

As soon as the other man began unclipping your vest from your body, it seemed something had pulled a trigger in you.

"No... no you're not- don't fucking touch me-!" You slurred, weakly tearing yourself from the hands of your friends. It surprised Gaz that you had the energy to punch his chest with that much force, but it broke his heart all at the same time. Roach guessed that you were so out of it that you could barely comprehend your surroundings, hell, you probably thought you were still in captivity. It hurt to imagine your perspective, and how vulnerable you felt, thinking they were your enemies.

"What's going on here?" Price's voice rose over all the noise as people tried to calm you down, Soap and Ghost following behind him along with Alejandro, who joined them with no hesitance after hearing what happened.

Roach approached them, "I don't know, the Sergent just came back like this, like they're in some kind of haze."

"They're drugged, at least, I think. I took a look at them and they don't even look like they recognize us," Gaz struggled to keep you from falling but you were insistent on getting away from him, from everyone. Thankfully, Ghost had come up from behind you without being noticed and locked you in a hold. You tried to flail even more, but with your weakened state and Ghost's strength, all you could do was yell with sloppy words for him to let go of you. It hurt them all to hear you yowl and yelp like an animal in pain, but they knew that you'd only hurt yourself more if Ghost didn't keep you like this. He forced himself to ignore your cries and clenched his jaw, focusing on keeping his temper and how he was going to let it out when given a chance.

"Steamin' Jesus, Price, I thought this was a cartel recon mission?" Soap seethed at the thought of what might've happened. Torture was one thing, but it was this whole new level of "fucked-up" that had him wanting to snap and tear at the throats of your tormentors.

"It was," Alejandro spoke up, "There was talk of a new drug on the market, released even though it was 'incomplete'. Nobody know that it was more dangerous than it was supposed to be, nobody outside of them." The words left a sour taste in his mouth. Cartels being reckless was nothing new to him, it was something he had seen time and time again. But it was the lack of awareness, the blatant disregard for safety and society, and how they betrayed their own people that made him livid. As a leader, he emphasized his loyalty and dedication to his soldiers, which was why he considered those who worked for and with him to be friends or even family, like you. So to him, if someone had messed with you, they were messing with him and his army as well.

Price glanced in the direction of you and Ghost for a moment, watching you finally begin to calm down from tiring yourself out. His gaze softened after you finally went limp, but still breathing, and he felt a pang of disappointment in himself for the briefest of moments. Maybe if he had known you'd leave so early in the day, he could've better prepared you. Maybe he should've assigned one of the others to join you so you wouldn't be in this predicament. But he didn't know. He didn't expect things would go this far south. None of them did.

"We'll finish the job first and then," Price took one last look as you were taken away on a stretcher, unconscious but writhing with a pained expression.

"We give them hell."

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moonydustx · 10 months ago

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Good Medicine

Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

warnings: F!reader is sick, Law has some problems taking action to take care of her. Pre-established relationship, mentions of disgusting things about being sick (basically vomiting) , fluff

a/n: maybe I'll rewrite this better later, I just needed to get it out there to see if it sparked my creativity.

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Today was one of those days where you woke up already knowing something was wrong, your only mission was to find out what. The plate in front of you looked strange that morning. The same coffee, the same bread, everything seemed wrong. The same went for your body, it seemed to weigh tons and your stomach was boiling with something that went beyond the hot drink in front of you.

"Are you okay?" Shachi snapped you out of your reverie, watching you roll a piece of the sandwich from one side to the other.

"I just need to get some air." You stood up, not having the trouble to even take your plate off the table.

With hurried steps, you reached the bathroom with just enough time to open the toilet seat before all your breakfast went away. You just hoped that like a good hangover, emptying it would be enough to improve but apparently you were wrong.

You had recently left the last island you had visited, which meant more things to keep: more work for you. In those days, you knew that rest would be scarce, as would the times you would meet your captain - who also served as your boyfriend in his spare time. Chills ran through your body as you struggled to stack two boxes of medical supplies, your body seemed to sweat more than usual. You heard your name being called in the distance, needing to focus a few times before you saw Law approaching.

"Are you ok?" He analyzed you from top to bottom. Pale lips, deep dark circles, something was wrong.

"Yes captain." you replied, respecting your treaty for when you were in public. "Just some heartburn."

"Keep an eye on it. You know where to find the medicine." he simply responded, analyzing you once more before leaving.

You finished putting away the boxes and leaned against the wall, trying to regain the air and strength lost in the whole process. Following the quick orders your captain had given, you swallowed some pills and continued with your tasks, even though your body seemed to fight against every movement.

You loved Law and you knew he loved you too, but sometimes it was a little difficult to deal with how methodical he could be especially when it came to being sick. On days like these, he tended to be more of a doctor than a boyfriend and you hated that. Ignoring the thoughts, you made your way to your shared room, reaching the bed and seeing Ikkaku hanging from the top.

"What ghost scared you?"

"What you mean?" you threw yourself against the pillows, using the blanket.

"You're pale, you look like you're going to disappear." She came down, standing in front of you and placing her hand on your forehead. "And you're burning up with a fever."

"I've already taken my medicine." you covered your head, trying to escape the cold that only you felt. "I just need to get some sleep."

"Did you eat anything bad?" She pulled your blanket back. "Or are you pregnant?"

"I'm betting more on the first hypothesis." you immediately reassured her, knowing that for the other proposal, you and Law were always responsible in terms of protecting each other. "I think it's just a virus."

"Did you warn Law?"

"He asked me to..." you sat down, to continue talking, but again your stomach turned.

Without responding, you ran once again towards the bathroom, this time Ikkaku's hurried footsteps followed you.

"Open the door." she asked and even though she didn't see it, you shook your head. A few minutes passed before it knocked again.

"I am worried." she warned. "Open the door or I'll have to call him here."

"It is not necessary." you reached up, unlocking the lock. "I'm just a little dizzy."

"Let me help you." Ikkaku pulled you, supporting your body as you washed your face. "Are you sure the medicine alone is enough?"

"Yes." you replied with clear discouragement in your voice.

"I'm going back to my room, maybe getting some sleep will help me."

Walking a few meters from the bathroom, the two of you came face to face with Law followed by Bepo, both discussing something about the likely next island they would find.

"Are you feeling ok?" Bepo was the first to ask and you just nodded. Law's gaze burned over you again, analyzing every inch of your body.

He knew there was something wrong, but he didn't know how far he wanted to intervene, for fear that you would feel uncomfortable.

"Do you need any help?" he asked in your direction, waiting for you to say yes.

"It's okay captain." you replied before Ikkaku spoke for you, giving what was your best smile for the moment.

he two of you walked away from him and it didn't take long for you to reach the bedroom. Ikkaku helped you get to the bed and watched you cover yourself up to your head. Being one of the only two people who knew about your relationship with the captain, she sat at the foot of the bed, watching you.

"Are you sure you don't want to ask him for help?"

"He's going to medicate me, probably tell me to eat and rest. I've already done almost all of that." you answered. "I don't want to be a problem for him, I know it's not in his profile to take care of someone like that, in a more intimate way."

"But it's what you need right now." she replied, walking away. "Get some rest, I'll ask them to prepare something light for you to eat."

The lights went out and you remained there in a light doze bothered by the fever. Ikkaku followed with firm steps, finding the captain heading towards his room, approaching him halfway and pretending to be angry.

"Captain, I need to talk to you."

She tried to appear more imposing in order to advocate for her friend, but she knew that would be a bit difficult when the person you want to impose yourself on is your captain. Law just gave her space to enter the room, closing the door for her.

"What happened?"

"Are you really going to let your girlfriend walk around dying?" she crossed her arms, indignant.

"She said it was just heartburn."

"That was her talking to her doctor. With her boyfriend she would definitely ask for help. Can I give some unsolicited advice captain?" Ikkaku leaned on the table, taking the opportunity to look around.

"I guess I have no choice, right?"

"She's burning up with a fever in her room, she vomited her guts out and can't stand up." with each new symptom, Law was the one who seemed to get paler and more worried. "Take care of her a little. A little affection is also good medicine."

"Right..." he seemed to analyze, waiting for more answers from the woman in front of him.

"I'll ask them to prepare some soup for her and leave it in her room, okay?"

"Could it be." Law turned his back to Ikkaku, ready to leave. "Thank you. This time I won't throw you into the sea out of insolence." he joked, earning a few laughs from the woman.

Law knew something was wrong, now he needed to find out why you didn't ask for his help. He walked quickly and felt his heart shatter when he found you curled up and shaking under the blanket.

"Just let me sleep Ikkaku, I don't know if I can eat right now." your dejected voice murmured, squeezing Law's heart even more.

Now it was all so clear, so obvious that part of the doctor felt ashamed for not having noticed it before. You were so careful with anyone who even cut a piece of their finger, it was obvious you wanted the same treatment.

"Hey, sorry it took me so long." he whispered. You opened your eyes and found Law bent down on your bed, his fingers were removing the strands stuck to your face by sweat. "I'm going to do a quick scan on you."

He warned and then used the sword he carried, analyzing every millimeter of your body. It seemed to be a virus and a resistant one. That would explain the fever and the tremors.

"Let me take proper care of you."

"No." you murmured, feeling his arms go around your legs and back, picking you up. "I already took medicine."

"I know."

"And I don't want to be tied up in an IV." you tried to pull away from him, feeling your stomach drop at the movement.

"I'm not going to medicate you." the blue dome appeared around the two of you.

"And I think I need to throw up."

At the last second, Law changed your fate, taking you to the bathroom. As soon as the gray walls of your room turned into the walls of the bathroom, you reached the floor again, leaning over the toilet and despite the immense urge your body didn't seem to have any more bile to be expelled. It took him a few seconds to follow you, but soon his hands found your hair, holding it with one hand while the other passed your forehead.

"Law." you called and flinched, pressing your own body against yourself. "It hurts."

"I'm so sorry sweetheart." he placed his hand on top of yours, which was pressed against your stomach. "You still have a fever and haven't eaten anything, we need energy for your body." he confirmed, gently lifting you off the ground. "Come on, I'll give you a bath.

"I'm disgusting."

"That's the point." Law spoke and saw you laugh, albeit lightly, which was already a relief for him. "I'm just kidding. Let's try to get this fever down."

Knowing that you didn't have enough strength to even talk, Law guided you to the shower, taking off your clothes while you leaned on him. As soon as the cold water came into contact with your body, you tried to escape and were immediately held by your boyfriend.

"Law!"

"Just a little, I know it's pretty cold." he allowed you to hug him even more and consequently get him wet in the process. "I promise, just a few minutes and I'll take you back to our room."

"If I survive until then."

"Do not say that." He scolded you, even though he knew that your way of dealing with problems was always sarcastic - sometimes even too much.

Law slowly turned off the shower. The first breeze that hit your damp skin made you cling against him and whimper, Law's usually colder skin this time was a warm pleasure to your body.

You felt a drastic difference in the environment and broke away from the man, seeing that you were in his room. Law guided you to sit on the bed and pulled a small blanket over your shoulders while he looked for some clothes for you to wear. Taking advantage of the comfort, you lay down and watched him walk from one side to the other.

"Can you sit down?" He knelt in front of you, using a small towel to dry your still damp skin.

Leaning on his shoulders, you sat on the bed and for a few minutes, you felt like a delicate, small doll. Using the extra strength he had that you lacked, Law dressed your body piece by piece, like a delicate puzzle. Even with the simple touch of your hand on your shoulder, Law could feel you tremble, probably due to the weakness that the virus brought to you.

A few minutes later, you were dressed. A pair of baggy black sweatpants and a blouse of the same size. Surprising you by showing that he had more pieces than the hat adorned with black circles, Law placed a black cap on your head, adjusting your ears so that they were also warm in the fabric.

"Unfortunately, we can't use that." he pushed away the blanket you were about to use. "If you cover yourself up and get hotter than that, it will only make your fever worse."

Avoiding your grumble, Law sat with his coat against the wall and pulled you to sit against his chest. Watching you curl up against his body, Law picked up the small bowl on the table next to him that Ikkaku had probably left as they agreed.

"I do not want it." you tried to move it away with your hand, having used your strength in vain as Law didn't move an inch. "I just want to sleep, just a little."

"Just a few spoonfuls and I'll let you sleep. It's that or more medicine." He warned, seeing you pout at the time. "Come on, I'll help you."

"Sorry to bring you into this."

"You don't need to say sorry." Law wished he could get rid of that virus right away when he saw you grunting in pain when you swallowed the first spoonful of food. "I should have noticed sooner, I know I can be more distant sometimes, but I need you to make it clear when you need me in moments like this."

"But what about the others, if they suspect something?" you accepted the other spoonful of food, the discomfort this time was smaller but still present.

"It's okay as long as you're okay."

Supporting the bowl of soup in one hand and the spoon in the other, Law convinced you to eat just five more spoonfuls, the last one being enough for him to see you push the bowl away and writhe in pain again. Law placed the bowl in the same room he was in before and saw you cling to his body, your eyes already heavy.

"Law you're going to get sick." you mumbled, already practically giving in to sleep.

"Don't worry about that." the last thing you felt was his lips on your forehead. "And if I stay, it will be worth staying with you."

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bluecollarmcandtf · 1 year ago

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I'm so annoyed, my best friend has such an asshole for a husband. He basically never pays attention to her, all he cares about sport, beer and his friends. He never helps around the house and he's a lazy slob! He's always at the gym or going to the game with his bros. He's such a prick, maybe he should just be date his bros since he's so obsessed with them. He's always complaining about his wife "bothering him". Plus who would want to marry a slob anyway, as a husband he should be devoted to cleaning his house and caring about who he is married to.

I think I found the guy you're talking about, and you're totally right about him being an asshole. Your friend deserves better than an uncaring, selfish, pig-of-a-husband. That girl has tolerated him for too long! She won't be seeing him or his sexist buddies ever again when I'm done here...

Just look at him! The first thing he does when he gets home is grab a beer and park that fat ass of his on the couch. Sure, he might hit the gym later on his way to the bar, but he's not planning on helping his wife out with dinner. He's not really planning on talking to her at all until he needs a blow job later tonight.

You mentioned his name was Brett, I think?

Well, Brett can barely hold a job. He's lucky you gave him a chance and got him a gig as a delivery man. I think he's been doing this for a month now, but he absolutely resents the work. Brett can't really enjoy anything unless he has a beer in his hand, and he absolutely hates wearing that stuffy little uniform.

Nevertheless, he's been consistently showing up so far; probably because his wife is waking him up, washing his clothes, and feeding him breakfast. Brett essentially only uses her as a maid and sex toy!

It's a good thing I've got something planned for Brett today as he starts his delivery rounds. He doesn't notice me following as he grumpily carries a package out of his truck, and he doesn't have time to react when I reach out and grab the back of his head.

"You're not going to move," I command, sinking my fingers into the soft parts of his skull, "You're going to let me in."

A deep sigh blows out of Brett's mouth, and I know his willpower is gone. "I'm not going to move. I'll let you in..." he repeats numbly.

With permission, I shoot inside his mind, discovering much of what I expected. His thoughts revolve around meeting up with his bros after work. He hasn't genuinely cared to think about his wife in ages. His mind is just as simple and unlikeable as he is.

Good thing I'm here to change it!

"Brett, I'm changing your thoughts. You like that. You want me to rewrite you."

"You're..." he struggles to form words, "You're changing my thoughts. I like that. I want you to rewrite me..."

"Good," I grin maliciously.

Bringing my lips closer to his ear, I begin to fill his head with his new personality. He accepts all his new goals and dreams wholeheartedly. I imagine, you will like them. They're the ones you asked for...

Done for now, I pull out of his mind, whipping Brett back into consciousness! He gasps for air as he regains his senses, but then something overtakes him. He's taken off running down the street!

I follow behind, knowing exactly where he'll end up. I must say that I enjoy watching his thick ass jogging away in those tight brown shorts. He's a lot more muscular than I gave him credit for.

I'm sure his new husband will enjoy that body of his too.

Brett sprints several blocks and runs straight up to a house at the end of the street. It's the home of one of his football buddies. I think his name might be Axel or Alex or something. I'm not sure.

Anyways, Brett bangs on the door, panting like a dog. When the door is finally opened, he wastes no time. Brett pulls his bro in for the long passionate kiss he's been waiting for.

"Dude?" his friend mumbles as their lips part, "What are you doing?"

Little does he know that I already hypnotized him, too. He's going to accept everything Brett does like it's what he's wanted all along.

"Axel! Man, I love you!" Brett moans, pulling his football buddy in closer, "I want you to marry me. I'll quit my job and be your housewife. I'll be better at that! And you can boss me around and use me however you want, bro! I mean everything; cooking, cleaning, everything!"

"Woah, dude! That's a lot to take in," he hesitates, but already his mind is giving in, "But yeah. I like the sound of that. Being my wife means more than just cooking and cleaning though."

Brett looks at his new love earnestly. Meanwhile, Axel straightens up and crosses his arms to look rough.

"It means pleasure, whenever I want it and wherever I want it. It means you only get to watch the football games in between you serving me and my friends. By the way, they're just my friends now. Got it, dude?"

"Yeah," Brett whines, "Just let me start now!"

Axel smirks and pulls his new house husband into the house, giving him a possessive slap on the butt as they pass over the threshold.

"Alright, bitch. I'm gonna treat you just as bad as you did that old girl of yours."

"Who?" Brett asks out of genuine confusion, but he's already brushed off the comment and dropped to his knees.

"I don't know. Don't care either," Axel sneers, "Just get started. Haven't blown a load all day."

The faint sound of repetitive gagging echoes out of the house as the front door slams shut. It seems like my work here is done.

The football gang will enjoy having a very willing bro to take care of all their needs, and Brett will do it with a genuine smile on his face. That friend of yours is a free woman, so I suggest she find something fulfilling to do with her life. Brett may be trapped in another marriage, but she sure as hell isn't!

Hope you liked how I handled your problem!

#gay hypnosis #hypno story #male mind control

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4sturns · 1 year ago

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H(ATE) YOU

enemy!chris s. x fem!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: you and chris do not get along. the both of you do the most to irk the other. but what happens when he has you under him, naked and moaning his name?

warnings: smut, pwp, oral (reader receiving), enemies to ???, hair pulling, empty threats (reader's a little violent), marking, chris is a masochist, dacryphila

a/n: y'all want a part two with messy, nasty, disgusting hate sex or nah ... also i had to rewrite literally half of this fic because tumblr crashed on me 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

if you were smart you wouldn't be here right now. you'd still be downstairs and enjoying the party just like everyone else. except you're not downstairs, instead you're upstairs in chris' bedroom, completely nude from the waist up and severely worked up.

you're unsure how you even got yourself into this situation. one second you were downstairs by the punch bowl, and the next you were dragged up the stairs and into his bedroom. maybe you shouldn't have provoked him.

chris hovers over you, his shirt discarded on the floor with yours. his breath is hot against your skin, his tongue licking at the sweet spot right under your ear. quiet moans leave your mouth at his motions causing him to smirk against you.

"keep smirking and i'll cut your dick off, sturniolo." you hiss at the boy. all he does in return is suck on your sweet spot, his teeth nibbling at the skin before pulling back to admire his work. a slightly red mark is left behind, though chris is sure it'll be blooming purple and yellow by the time he's done with you.

"maybe you should give my dick a try before saying such things, baby." chris sneers as he lowers his hands from your waist down to your clothed hips. his fingers hook around the belt loops of your jeans before he starts to slowly tug them down, his eyes fixated on yours.

"move faster or i'll do it myself." you throw your head back onto the pillow, breaking eye contact. you're tired of his teasing. you debate whether or not this is worth the fact you're missing out on the party downstairs, but your curiosity gets the better of you, making you stay put in chris' bedroom, your fate left completely in his hands.

"calm down, mamas. i'll give you what you want once you learn to tame that tongue of yours," chris finally gets your jeans off and haphazardly tosses them to the floor. "or you can use that tongue elsewhere." chris smirks.

"shut the fuck up." you snap back quickly.

you're left in your black lace panties which match your bra. your head comes back up to look chris in the eyes right as his teeth take a hold of the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and off of you at an agonizingly slow pace.

"holy shit, chris." you moan at the sight, noticing how much darker chris' eyes have gotten compared to the start of the night.

you can feel his breath against your skin, causing goosebumps to form in its trail. despite the obvious effect chris has on you, you refuse to let your guard down. you refuse to stroke chris sturniolo's ego. but you wouldn't really mind stroking his dick.

chris rids of your underwear, leaning back to place his feet back on the ground before reaching to undo his belt. he watches you as you watch his every move, as if you were daring him to keep going. and he's not one to back down from a dare.

"get your dick out before i cut it off, asshole." you spit through gritted teeth. although you know you don't mean it and chris does too. regardless, he quickens his movements, letting his pants fall to his ankles, revealing his boxers. they feel and look tight against him as his hard cock takes up any extra space. you'd never admit it to his face, but he seems quite big based off the imprint in his boxers.

he confirms this when he releases his throbbing member from the confines of his underwear, hissing when the hot tip touches the cold air. he's leaking from his tip already, presumably from the never broken eye contact he still holds with you.

when chris leans back down to get level with you on the bed, you can feel the temperature in the room start to rise. even if you won't admit it out loud, chris has already done a number on your body. he has barely done anything yet you're worked up beyond words and dripping onto his sheets.

"and for that you're not getting my dick," chris snickers, opting to slide lower onto the bed to settle between your thighs. you open your legs to him without protest, an action which makes chris break out into a smug smile and causing you to let out a huff before finally break eye contact to look at the ceiling.

"aren't you just eager, you pretty thing." chris mocks you, and you can only assume he noticed the wet spot on his sheets.

"i'll kick that look off your stupid face if you keep testing me. i'm dead serious, chris." with this, chris puts his hands up quickly in a mock surrender, something you only get a quick glimpse of before his hands settle back onto your thighs, gripping them firmly and pulling you closer to his mouth.

your heartbeat speeds up rapidly, beating so loud you're afraid chris can hear it. all you want to feel right now is his tongue on you, working at your folds and bringing you to that climax you need so badly.

an embarrassingly loud moan leaves your mouth as chris licks a long stripe up your folds, collecting your arousal. at this he hums, savoring the way you taste before his eyes find yours.

there's a difference between his eyes and yours. his are dark and pointed, while yours are a pure reflection of him. it's clear in your eyes that all you want is him. and he's gonna make you admit it tonight whether you like it or not.

he continues to work his tongue in and out of you, alternating between fucking you open with his tongue and kitten licking at your swollen clit.

a sneaky hand makes it way from your thigh to your entrance, two fingers collecting your slick before plunging into you.

"chris— fuck! just like that, keep going." you're whimpering as you squirm against chris' tongue, and all he can do is hum against you in response as your hands come down to pull harshly at his hair.

your thighs start to tremble in chris' grip. his fingers are working quickly inside of you, scissoring you open before angling them and curling right at your sweet spot. with every drag of his fingers combined with the feeling of his mouth sucking on your swollen clit, you know you won't last long.

you're holding back tears as you feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. the grip on chris' hair tightens too, causing a muffled whine to vibrate against your clit. you buck your hips up as a long cry leaves your body.

"oh my god, chris, keep going. please don't stop, don't fucking stop— holy shit!" tears cascade down your face as your thighs begin to uncontrollably shake against chris.

chris takes a quick look at your face, noticing the river of tears. his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as he works faster and harder. his fingers plunge in and out of you so violently that the wet sound of your arousal fills up the room along with your choked cries.

your grip on his hair only seems to get inhumanly stronger, causing him to let out more muffled whimpers and moans against your body. call him a masochist but he'll never get tired of the way you grip, tug, and pull at his hair. he'll always eat it up. chris feels his cock twitch, and he knows he's in deep shit.

it's not long before he starts to imagine what you'd look like crying on his dick, all pathetic and weak while you sob and cry for more.

with a choked sob and a vice grip on chris' hair, the coil in your stomach snaps. a wide variety of curses, cries, and incoherent sentences including chris' name leaves your body as you lose complete control of it.

you're violating shaking against the sheets as chris continues to finger fuck you through your high. loud whines come out from your gaping mouth and fill up the room. chris' mouth has left your heat a while ago, but with the grip you still have on his hair, he reminds in his place.

with a rather sharp pull of his hair, he lets out a strained, almost pornographic moan as his eyes flutter shut.

you immediately let go of his hair, using the little strength you've gained back from your intense orgasm to prop yourself up and into a sitting position. you inch forward, trying to get closer to the edge of the bed where chris sways in a trance.

from your view, you spot a small puddle on the floor. a cruel and mean smile reaches your face as you watch chris' thighs flex every so often. reaching forward, you quickly return your hand to chris' hair, tugging and pulling at it violently making him hiss and look up to meet your dark gaze.

"well, aren't you just eager, you pathetic little thing."

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 1 year ago

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hi!! so idk exactly how to describe this but i was wondering if you could write an ethan landry x fem!reader fic with a scene of ethan describing like his fantasies with the reader and what he touches himself to. idk what the story around that would be… maybe this is just something he babbles out during sex, or it could even lead to them trying out his fantasies. like i said, i dont really know. i just like the idea of ethan telling the reader what he imagines doing to her, or more accurately, what he imagines she will do to him, in order to get himself off. idk, have fun with it! tysm!!!!

Hi! If you want more to this, let me know:) I feel like it needs more, but I wanted to make sure this was in the direction you wanted it to go lol. If it's not, I can rewrite it. If it is, I'll definitely write a part 2, just let me know!

What's Your Fantasy? - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 2

Summary: You discover something on your boyfriends laptop, and you get curious about what his fantasies are.

A/N: I've been super busy, but I'm trying to get caught back up. My sweet bun that I've had for 7 years that always relaxed on my bed with me while I wrote passed away, so I've been a little in my feels. I hope ya'll like this:)

It was the first time that your poor boyfriend had ever been drunk. He ended up going shot for shot with Chad at a party, as you stood by watching them. Once he stopped making sour faces and yelled “This tastes like water”, you decided to leave the party early and take him home. You knew he was moments from blacking out, and in the high chance he could projectile, you preferred for it to be at his apartment and not all over the rest of the party guests.

Projectile he did, into several bushes and a random trashcan on the walk back. Once you got him back to his place, you knew you couldn’t leave him like that. You helped him get undressed and put on sweatpants before you changed into one of Ethan’s extra-large shirts that he kept specifically for you to sleep in when you stayed over. He sat in his desk chair as he started to get a little dizzy.

You grabbed a trashcan, putting it beside the bed, and grabbed some water for him. You washed your makeup off in the bathroom, before heading back to him. You were going to spoon him so he wouldn’t throw up on you, and if he moved, you knew it would wake you up. You knew exactly how the night would go, or so you thought.

“Babeeee, I don’t know if I submitted my assignments,” he said, or that’s what it sounded like he said.

“Where’s your laptop?” you asked, looking around the room for it.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, “I don’t feel so good.”

“Do you think you can make it to the bathroom?” you asked, as he stood up and stumbled to the door.

You barely made it there with him, just in time. You grabbed an ice-cold wash cloth and put it on the back of his neck, and started to rub his back as he continued to throw up. When he finally stopped, you helped him up and took him back to his bed.

“I fucking love you,” he mumbled, as you rolled your eyes at his heavily-intoxicated state.

“I love you too babe. Lay this way in case you get sick, I just need to find your laptop and I’ll cuddle with you in a minute,” you said, scanning the room before seeing a corner of it sticking out from under his bed.

You opened it and put in his password, clicking on the tab for his schoolwork. He did submit everything he was supposed to, but you saw something interesting on the other tab, so you got a little, well, very nosey. When you opened it, you saw that it was porn.

You looked over to Ethan, who was lightly snoring. You felt like you had an angel on one shoulder, telling you not to watch it. A devil on the other shoulder, telling you to see what kind of porn he liked to watch. You sort of felt like it was an invasion of his privacy, but you just had to know. You made sure the volume was low as you clicked play.

You noticed that the girl in the video, who had a few similarities to you, was giving some guy head. You thought ‘Oh, I’ve done this so many times for him’ until the end of the video, when the guy pulled out of the girl’s mouth and showered her face in his cum. Your eyes went wide as you watched it and wanted to know what else he liked to watch. You weren’t going to go through his history because you already felt bad enough about this, so you decided to have a talk with him later about things he’d like to try. You clicked back to the tab for his school stuff, before shutting his laptop and sitting it on his desk.

You crawled into the bed beside him, covering him over with a blanket and wrapped your arms around him. You kissed the back of his head, his curls tickling your face, before resting your head against his upper back as you spooned him.

You didn’t sleep well, waking up at least once an hour to check on Ethan. He slept peacefully, which you were thankful for, even if you were worried about him all night.

When he finally started to stir awake, he groaned out. “Fuck, my head hurts.”

“That’s what happens when you take as many shots as you did,” you said softly, both from the exhaustion and not wanting his head to hurt worse.

“I don’t remember anything except walking into that party,” he mumbled into the pillow. “Thank you for taking care of me, baby.”

“Of course. Do you want to take something for your head?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

“Please,” he sighed, as you got up to grab Tylenol from your purse.

After he took the medicine, and you knew he was okay, you desperately needed a few hours of sleep. You curled back up on your designated side of his bed, pulling the blanket over you. You quickly dozed off, as he snuggled back up to you.

When you woke up, you noticed that Ethan was no longer with you. You went to look for him and found him on the couch watching tv. He started making grabby-hands at you the second he saw you.

“Come here,” he said, grabbing your hips and pulling you down to straddle him.

“Someone’s feeling better,” you giggled as his hands rubbed your sides under his shirt you were wearing.

“I need a shower, want to join me?” he asked, as you felt him pressing against you through his sweatpants.

“I’ll race you there,” you smirked, jumping off him.

You heard his footsteps right behind you as he grabbed you by your hips and turned you to face him the second you made it to the bathroom door.

“You cheated. You had a head start,” he laughed, as your arms wrapped around his neck.

You smiled as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. His hands ran under your big t-shirt and over the curve of you ass, pulling you even closer to him.

“I thought you wanted to shower?” you giggled, noticing the look in his eyes. The one that he always has when he so desperately wants to fuck you.

“Fineee,” he sighed, letting go of your ass as you backed away.

When you were in the shower with him, you couldn’t stop thinking about the video you watched the night before. Ethan is very confident with you, but he tends to hold back when it comes to sex. When you felt his hard cock resting against you as he kissed you under the flow of the water, your lips moved to his neck as your hand went to his erection.

“Fuck,” he said, as your hand wrapped it and started stroking.

“Hey baby?” you asked, placing kisses along his neck.

“Hmm?”

“Do you have any fantasies about me?” you questioned, innocence in your tone as your hand started to move faster. His breath hitched in his throat, both out of nervousness and how good you were making him feel. “Come on, baby. Do you ever think about things you want to do to me? Or things you want me to do to you?”

“Yes,” he answered, his breathing getting faster.

“What do you think about?” your teeth started to graze his neck, the feeling making his whimper.

“Oh fuck..uh… I love to think about cumming on your face when I’m trying to get off. And every time I see you take your birth control, it makes me want to cum inside you so bad,” he said, as you smiled against his neck. “I cum so hard whenever I think about my cum dripping out of your pussy.”

“You want me to let you cum on my face, baby?” you asked, dropping to your knees in front of him.

“No..fuck..yes I just don’t want you to think I’m degrading you,” he finally got out, as the simple licks to his tips turned to you swirling your tongue. “I don’t want you to think you have to do stuff like that to make me happy.”

You pulled away, your eyes connecting with his. “Even if I’m down here on my knees begging you for it.”

“Fuck, baby,” he said, his cock aching at your words.

“Tell me what I do to you when you think about me like this. Walk me through it, baby,” you said, leaning forward to lick his tip again.

He intently watched you as your hands went to his thighs, holding on to them as you balanced yourself. You’d always been in charge when it came to sex, just because he was usually so shy. Seeing you like this in front of him made him wish he would’ve said something sooner. Even though you initiated it, he still felt like he was in control.

“You suck on the head of my cock,” he whimpered, as you took his sensitive tip in your mouth, gently sucking.

You kept doing it, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

“Then you take more of it in your mouth, not too much though,” he said, eyes intently on you as you put him further in your mouth. Your head was moving back and forth, as his hand went to your hair.

“Take the whole thing, baby. I know you can do it.”

When you started to gag around him, his fingers tangled in your wet hair, as he gently thrusted into your mouth. Your wetness mixed with the water from the shower dripped down your thighs as his whimpers got louder.

“Just like that, baby. You’re doing such a good job,” he praised, as you moaned around him. Your clit was throbbing as you put one of your hands in between your legs, giving your needy bundle of nerves the attention you were craving.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum. Stick your tongue out for me,” he groaned, starting to release in your mouth. He pulled back, your tongue sticking out as he stroked himself and he shot the rest of his cum on your face. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His eyes kept trying to close as the euphoric feeling washed over him, but he fought it, not wanting to miss a second of you on your knees in front of him with his cum on your face as the water started to wash it away.

You smirked as you stood back up, standing directly under the flow of the water to rinse the rest of it off your face. You grabbed your face wash, cleansing your skin with it as you felt his hands wrap around your waist.

“Did you like that?” he asked, as your mouth turned up into a sweet smile.

“You have no idea how wet I am right now.” Your lips connected with his as his hand reached between your thighs. “What else do you want to try? After we go to your room and I let you cum in me, of course.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #scream smut

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glitter-stained · 2 months ago

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Sense the current state of jason as character is stagnant do you think dc will ever purplish a good story of him, maybe he even kills of his red hood persona and goes on to be something else that would be something I would like to see but I don’t think it will happen. Dc will forever shoehorn him in to the batfamily. At least in his anti-villian era he was actually fun now his character is in a pitiful state

do u think theirs a chance of reinvent him as character anytime soon ?

Well first of all through spite everything is possible, so jot that down.

Like seriously, remember when it was so so incredibly over like Spiderman's Uncle Ben levels of over and then Under the Hood happened? Hell yeah I think dc will publish a good Jason story

Second I may not be the best person for this ask because I like my blorbos pitiful and miserable. Like yeah defiance is awesome but exhaustion -in characters who have been angry and alone for so long, beaten dog who got electrocuted too often to bite back- has a special place in my heart. But I also agree this has to be a transitional part of a story, the arc can't be "well he was hurt and then he was angry and then he was tired and he was miserable the whole time". Unless of course he ends up perma-dying in a really meaningful arc centered around his character but I'm not sure that'd be what I want for him, and we all know how lame dc is with permadeath nowadays. I'm also very mitigated with his villain side because yeah sometimes it's very fun and cathartic to see the angry/bad victim trope, but also the classismXpsychophobia of villain Red Hood sometimes are just too much; and also I'm a jaybin fan and sometimes I feel betrayed on jaybin's behalf by elements of his villainous characterization. (One day I'll write that damned UTH rewrite, I will).

With that being said!!! I love Jason because of his potential, he has so so much of it, that's what's exhausting about his many bad comics is that yeah. Yeah, dc can absolutely publish something more than good. They don't understand the goldmine they're sitting on in terms of potential.

What I'd love to see explored in hypothetical upcoming good comics (i'll talk more about it later with malfiora but for now)/how dc could go about reinventing his character :

1) addressing Jason's suicidality and getting him a functional support system (seriously, something's gotta give)

2) Get that boy a dog. Ik he had one at some point in N52 idc give him more dogs. Big ass rescue dog that's loyal and similar to him.

2) we need to figure out a way to let Jason keep being a Crime Alley/Park Row vigilant without being dependent on Batman. Like yeah he should explore the world away from him and heal but also i'm very uncomfortable with the idea that healing, for Jason, has to mean leaving the city and neighbourhood he grew up in and protected, has to mean be shoved out of his home by a guy who doesn't live there and, at least when Jason was a kid, only visited the place one time a year because of the anniversary of his parents' death- it's not fair and I won't accept it.

3) I so so agree about the "killing the red hood persona" or at the very least changing his vigilant name. Like I get the point, I understand the use he had for him, but his story can't be centered around the Joker forever (I keep thinking about the Joker's attitude to him in The Man who stopped Laughing and god, I can see a driving force to find himself as something else than what Batman and the Joker made him). At some point his name has to become something that is his and turned towards the future.

4) art + story that acknowledges how young he is (someone please let Jason take college class please please he deserves it)

5) perhaps most importantly: batman writers often sound like hardcore deontology or hardcore utilitarianism (and the occasional egoism) are the only acceptable moral philosophies. And for characters, it works! Like I can see Batman as a Kantian, sure. But for others, it doesn't fit as well.*

The cool thing about Jason's character right now is that he's a utilitarian, but a utilitarian that often isn't guided by his values. He can and will compromise on his philosophy in the name of love and being loved ( @bestangelofall called that a morality leash) and that already sets him as an interesting character in his own right. But in terms of redefining himself as a person after decades of defining himself through his pain (which, at 20-23 years old, he should get to do) I'd love to see an evolution of his morals based on love. Specifically, I'd love from his morals to shift from mathematical utilitarianism to agape, an ancient greek concept of platonic love for everything human, a movement towards the other that can be thought of as close to some conceptualisations of empathy. Mind you, that doesn't mean that he would stop killing! I can believe in a Jason who kills because or against of agape, the pain or relief that could be so good to explore in relation to that, how he would go on to define himself as a person... I feel like Jason has a certain tendency to kinda dehumanize the worst criminals as he kills them (a lesson from Judy, love her sm) which I love, but would also love to see him grow out of - learn to see and love everyone as human and what it means, a re-exploration of his empathy.

Imagine: a scene where he kills a guy because a kid victim begged him to. The focus on the image is on the kid's big wide tearstruck eyes, and then Jason's uncertain face, the kid begging him to kill the bad guy. And then Jason kills him and they're standing so close to eachother, and he's look him in the eyes and seeing the image of the kid's eyes, and then turning back to the kid while wiping the blood on his face and seeing the kid's wide eyes looking in disbelieving awe. And then kneeling and hugging the kid as he cries his heart out. And Jason's inner monologue during all that being something like "I could say that I killed him because I'm a bad guy; I probably am. Or argue the world is better off without scum like him; I could pretend I did it so he wouldn't hurt [x] again, or that I was thinking about all the other children he wouldn't be able to hurt anymore. But the truth is, I didn't. I killed him because [x] asked me to; because I could tell that he needed it. I can live with that."

Idk, that's the direction I would love to see it going, but simply "becoming even more open, louder and unapologetic about prioritising his love over his values, and being angry when it causes him dilemma" is something I'd love with as way. Very "Odysseus knows what he's going to choose the moment the gods tell him to throw the baby off the wall to see Penelope and Telemachus, but fuck if he's angry at the gods for making him make that choice" kind of vibe if you like Epic the musical.

*i'm not saying there aren't any characters in dc that fall out of this deontological/utilitarian false dilemma, it's just a vibe I get from batman writers at times, and as a consequence of specializing in one character I don't feel legitimate in exploring the intricacies of other characters because I feel like I'm lacking information and would be making uneducated guesses (that being said, I would fuck heavily with an exploration of Cass' morals VS Levinas' concept of ethics). If anybody has recommendations of dc characters that are neither utilitarian nor deontological (or are at least an interesting twist to it) I would love them so much please don't hesitate!!!

So yeah, idk if that answers your question, I don't pretend to know the intricate working of dc editorial. But imo there are wonderful possibilities for dc to reinvent Jason and write him into good comics -call me a blue lantern cause baby I got hope.

#jason todd #dc #red hood #dc comics #ask #did i need to go on a rant about philosophy? maybe not but it was fun #jason todd meta

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blublublujk · 1 year ago

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bound 2 (falling in love)

oneshot

word count: 6.5k

genre: fwb to lovers

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary:

You and Yoongi were okay with being friends with benefits... until you weren't.

warnings: i tried to focus on fluff (did you catch it or did i fail), explicit sexual content; unprotected sex (they make love to each other), choking and breath play (hello it's yoongi), multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, crying (is it really my ff if there's no crying involved), creampie, very cute aftercare and i think that’s all, this is more sweet than anything lol

a.n: believe it or not this wasn't apart of my drafts i wrote this all one night because i couldn't sleep so thank my insomnia for this, it was about time i write about yoongi :D

also i noticed a lot of you are reading it was destiny and love always wins and i wish you guys wouldn't only because i plan to rewrite some of it and continue them at a further time (chaptered ffs are so hard for me rn since i don't have all the time in the world to dedicate myself to them but i promise to be back with those two series) thank you for everyone who takes time to read what i write it really means so much and your comments have been so motivating. thank you so fucking much for 2k notes on good girl, gone bad i havent seen numbers like that ever im so so grateful, thank you from the bottom of my heart. i'll try to be back one or two more times this month and happy late birthday to me hehe <3

—> m.list

—> welcome me on ao3 & twt

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It happened again.

Another failed date to add to the sad list of people that simply will never workout for you.

The list was growing longer as months passed. When you started this list, it was barely the start of a very hot summer. Probably the hottest it’s been in years, one can only assume the winter will not be any easier.

And you were right. Winter was only beginning and it was brutally cold. The streets were moist from the previous night of harsh rainfall.

What better time to date and settle down than now. When the world gives you rain, settle for the warm arms of a lover.

Unfortunately, you made a grave mistake thinking this would come easy. Ten first dates later and you are still very single and loverless.

It is not easy to go out during a time like now, suffering at the sight of happy couples and their stupid happy lives. Really, it should disgust you. It used to. The whole concept of devoting your entire life to someone. The need to constantly feel the tender touch of another person. The desire to fall in love and do it all over again, you get it now. At least, you think you do.

“I don’t think this is gonna work.” The words fall from your mouth in a quiet rush. The man across you sits in silence before he smiles in his loss.

“Don’t worry, I figured. It seems your mind was elsewhere. I know you don’t want to pursue anything romantically, and that’s fine with me, but is everything okay?”

Is everything okay? Well currently, yeah you’re okay. As for your heart, it’s heavy and strangely, you feel there’s a hole in your chest and it needs to be filled. That would fix things, you think. You have been single for so long that you forgot what it was like to love and cherish someone. Not that you have ever truly loved or cherished anyone, but you’ve gotten close. If a silly relationship you had in your sophomore year of high school counts. Then yes, you’ve totally been in love.

“I’m okay. Thanks for asking. I didn’t mean to lead you on, if it ever felt like I did.” The apology seems bitter in your mouth. Another failed fucking attempt. How difficult can dating be? Have you really been this disconnected with the world around you?

“Don’t stress it! Things happen. I hope you can find what you’re looking for. See you… around?” The man’s understanding response makes you feel worse. Maybe you should consider deleting Tinder and finding love naturally, if that’s still a thing in the contemporary life.

“Yeah, totally!” And like that you’re off to the next. Giving yourself plenty of time to bathe in your disappointment and miserably cry about your failed attempts at finding what you’ve been missing. Who knew dating could be so difficult?

The walk back home is just as cold as the outcome of today’s date. Your date insisted he could drive you home and if not that then pay for a cab, but you didn’t live too far from the restaurant you both met at. Though he insisted, you figured this walk could refresh you after yet another failure. You were starting to regret it as the cold wind started roughly hitting your skin. Preserving the chilly weather, you genuinely couldn’t wait to get home and wrap yourself in a bundle of warm blankets and comfortable clothes.

Cold hands struggle to open your door, you blow on them with warm puffs of breaths, soon making your way in and getting comfortable in your humble apartment.

yoon: you up?

And that, that is what made this harder. The fact that you knew there was someone completely capable of loving and caring for you the way you desired. You have seen it with your own eyes. Every time you ended up in his bed, in his arms, you felt it. Deep down you know something is there and that something beats everything else. Maybe you’re just delusional, but you look for him in everyone else and you hate it. Hate because you will never be anything more than his personal little whore that comes at the sound of his call.

me: yeah

Normally, you aren’t dry over texts, especially not with him so he’ll see right through you. You’re hoping for once, he can ignore it.

He won't.

yoon: you ok?

me: been better

yoon: wanna talk about it?

me: no, i'm ok

yoon: ok, wanna come over?

Yes, because during a time like this all you want is the comfort and warmth of someone else’s touch and Yoongi has never failed at giving that to you. But he is not yours.

And you are not his.

me: not feeling well. sorry.

yoon: sick?

A white lie never hurt anyone.

me: yeah, throat hurts

yoon: im sorry

me: it's not your fault maybe another time.

Though you really shouldn’t say that. There should be no next time. That way you don’t suffer any longer and drag him down with you, considering everything you’ve been feeling and dealing with lately. It’s not fair to Yoongi, but especially yourself.

He doesn’t reply anymore and you can’t even hide your disappointment. You aren’t disappointed at him, okay maybe a little bit at him, but mainly yourself and your recently found complicated feelings.

You and Yoongi started this whole mess a year ago, before you even realized what you truly wanted. It started off with subtle flirting here and there. They say not to mess with coworkers, given that it can complicate things at work and one should never play with their main source of income, but you did it anyway. You are still young and he only made you feel younger, like a teenage girl crushing over her forbidden crush at church. It was silly, but Yoongi made it easy.

The flirting turned to one thing, then another.

“We shouldn’t, not here.” Yoongi had you pinned outside the club you both worked at, leaving trails of wet kisses down your throat.

“Five more minutes.” His words were muffled into your skin as his hands explored your body. Yoongi’s touch was always way too soft for his own good and you fell victim to his deadly warmth.

“If Mr. Kim finds out, he’ll kill us and fire us both.” That was a bit dramatic on your part and you swore you felt the taller smiling against your neck.

Yoongi drops one last kiss on your cheek as his hot breath hits your ear. “Not if I kill him first.”

You gasped, pushing him off you with a quick smack to his chest. “D-Don’t even joke like that.”

Yoongi just laughed.

“Okay, okay baby.” The term of endearment fell from his lips too easily and you melted into the dark night. “See you after work?”

You only nodded, not being able to deny his temporary warmth and sweet presence. Then he dropped a kiss on your lips, leaving you just as quick as when he first found you. You were fucked.

From there, it only got worse for your sake. Your heart could only take so much.

Really, you should blame things on him. It was his fault you fell in love with him and his stupidly soft hands. It was all his fault! He left you no choice but to love the feel of his lips against your skin, to easily melt under his soft gaze, and find comfort in his unnecessarily warm bed. Yoongi was perfect. Everything you could ever want.

That’s why it was so fucking hard. Dating was hard enough, but after feeling Yoongi’s intimate touch, you were a complete goner. Though he was far from it, Yoongi touched you like you were his and he would fuck you like a lover would. Kissing and making love to you as if you were the most beautiful woman on Earth. It was all too much.

Fuck, you really needed to get a grip.

The knock on your door makes you jump from your couch.

Ten minutes longer and you would have fallen asleep exactly where you were lying. In outside clothes and all. You didn’t even bother taking off the outfit you had carefully planned thinking that this lucky outfit would have finally taken you somewhere. It didn’t.

“Coming!” There’s not a single person that should be outside your door, especially at this hour. Your feet make their way to the door regardless and the blood from your face drains when you see the person standing behind the door.

Quickly, you unlock your front door, rushing the taller inside. “Hurry! It’s freezing! What are you doing out here?”

Yoongi’s cheeks are surely frozen, a pink dust decorates his cheeks and the tip of his nose. It almost makes him look cute. You were far more gone than you imagined.

He hustles inside, carrying a fairly large brown bag with him. He brought… groceries?

“Took you long enough.” The taller one makes himself at home, laying his bag on your coffee table.

“What are you even doing here?” You ask again.

He ignores you. “Thought you said you were sick. You don’t look very sick?”

Yoongi looks at you with a questioning look, his eyes wander your outfit and guilt starts eating your insides.

You cross your arms, an attempt to hide yourself in shame, but what’s done is done. “I- I had plans.”

“Yeah, I see that.” He simply says, standing awkwardly in your living area.

If this doesn’t convince you to delete that forsaken app for the sake of your dignity and shameful behavior, you don’t know what will.

“Anyways, w-what brings you here?”

“Brought you some stuff.” His hand waves over to the bag he carried inside.

“Stuff?” You question, a bit dumbfounded, planted still in your place.

“Tea, cough drops, some soup I made earlier this week. Oh and flowers.” Yoongi doesn’t seem at all embarrassed or fazed about the situation. Not that he should be, but he speaks with a puff to his chest, as if he wanted to ensure you understood his every word and action. Like any concerned lover would be. As if he was yours and you were his.

Oh.

This was so so bad. For you and your weak heart. Fuck.

“I-“

He cuts you off before you even get to speak. “I don’t know if you’ll like it. It’s just some plain seaweed soup. Usually helps me when I’m sick. I’m not sure what flowers you like, or if you even like flowers. Do you? Their tulips. I did a bit of research before. My mom likes tulips. I figured you might like them too.”

He did research? Double fuck!

Yoongi was nervously rambling, now he was slightly embarrassed. Pink flushes his cheeks and it wasn’t the weather’s doing this time.

“Yoongi…” You start breathlessly and in disbelief.

“What?” He nearly stutters, his hand is shaking. He’s nervous. Who would have thought?

“Why.” Is all you manage to ask.

“You were sick.” Is all he replies. As if things were really that simple. What next? Would he come rushing to the hospital if you suddenly fell ill? God forbid, but it was a valid question.

What was going on? For a second, you entertain the idea. Maybe he fell in love between the blurry lines of this complicated relationship. Were the shared intimate memories too special for him to forget too? You weren’t sure anymore, but what did this all mean? Maybe he loves you, as much as you love him.

Thoughts keep spinning and you wish there was an easier way to turn off your brain. Not now.

“I know, but why? Why all this? Why for me?” Your vulnerability is showing and it makes you feel weak. Maybe your hands are shaking too.

“I don't understand?” Yoongi searches for the answer in your glossy eyes, he’s tempted to reach out and comfort you. Have you in his hands, but he’s too coward. He doesn’t want you to feel the shiver of his touch right now. His vulnerability peaks through as well.

Why not you? It’s always going to be you.

“I-I’m nothing to you.” There’s a shiver again and then you break.

Yoongi doesn’t care anymore. He’ll consider the consequences later. Right now, none of it matters.

His hands hold your face, ready to wipe the tears that threaten to leak from your precious eyes. He hopes his hands aren't cold anymore from standing outside for so damn long, but he couldn’t stop himself, in his selfishness and all.

His hands shake slightly, trying to stay strong as he lays it all on the table. “Y/N, you’re everything to me.” He whispers, eyes never leaving yours.

You lay your own hands on his, you feel so delicate around him when you wrap warm hands around his cold wrists.

“I-I am?” You ask between sniffles. His hands are still pretty cold, but they’ll soon warm up against your soft skin. Nobody knows how desperately you need to be touched until you are and then it’s like little fireworks spark inside your body. It consumes you in the best way possible.

“Of course. I thought I made that obvious.” His eyes are soft, different to how he typically looks at you, but you’ve seen these same eyes before. They are no stranger. It’s similar to the look he gives you when you catch him staring at you while you are deep in work. He pretends to look away as if he wasn’t admiring you from afar and you pretend that you don’t notice his curious eyes. It’s the same look he has after you both end up in heated makeout sessions, behind the rusty club you both work at. And it’s definitely the same look he has while he settles on top of you, whispering sweet words of praise and promise.

Nothing should feel different but it just does, there’s something in the way he looks down at you that lets you know that everything you’ve been searching for has always been right here. Right where you’ve been all along.

The taller leans in and you freeze struggling to keep your eyes on his. Yoongi’s thumb brushes against your cheek with a soft touch. You were fragile between his hands and he’s willing to do anything to keep his precious flower safe. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes. Please.” You whisper back in a hurry, scared that this would be nothing but a dream. It wasn’t time for you to wake up yet.

His eyes zero-in on your lips and then he’s kissing you. It’s not much different from other times. After all, you guys have shared plenty of kisses, probably more than you should have considering you guys were friends with benefits, at most. But this time, the kiss isn’t just a careless lust-filled doing, no this time the kiss is a promise. The promise to never again allow you to question his feelings and intentions towards you.

If Yoongi has to spend his whole life making this up to you, he simply would because that’s how much you meant to him. He can’t believe he even let this go on for this long. He should have been more clear and careful, but he doesn’t regret a damn thing. Not when he has all the time in the world to repair the time lost. And especially not when his reckless actions led him to this. To you.

Yoongi’s lips are soft and bend with yours with ease. He takes his time, never in a rush. Especially not when he has you in-hand.

The taller doesn’t escalate the kiss. He keeps it sweet and gentle, like he always has been. “I’m so sorry baby.”

Kiss.

“For?”

Kiss.

Yoongi has the whole world in his hands right now as he looks down into the sparkles in your eyes and he’s never been so sure about anything in his life. “For being a fucking idiot.”

Kiss.

“It’s okay.” A kiss is shared again. “I was an idiot too. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want that with me.”

“Want what?” The taller questions, fingers trailing your face, admiring the imperfections and all.

“A relationship, I mean. You seemed content with how our relationship already was. I was afraid of losing that. Of losing you.” You admit, eyes fluttering at his touch.

“Of course, I want that. I want that and more. I-I’m not the best with relationships. I’m only saying this because I want to be open and honest with you. There’s not a second you aren’t on my mind. While at work, you are all I can see. In a crowd of a hundred, my eyes always find yours. I don’t know how to explain what you do to me. But I don’t mind. I think if I ever lost that, I would lose my mind. So I’m sorry if I ever made you feel the opposite. There’s so much more I want to say, but I just don’t know how. I want that. I want that so bad. A relationship and whatever more you give me. I might not be the best boyfriend but I’ll do whatever it takes. I- I love you.” Yoongi’s words are heartfelt and he’s so relieved. One because he’s been keeping this in for so long, any longer and he would have exploded, but second because he’s been dying to say those three words. He really does love you and Yoongi doesn’t love many people in life, but if he had to choose, it’s always gonna be you.

The tears that were creeping on your eye-lids fall prettily down your face, but Yoongi comes to your rescue. He’s quick to wipe them off your pretty face, tempted to kiss them away, but he keeps that in for now. “Y-Yoongi… I love you too. So much. I think I always have. You are so easy to love. The way you look at me, care for me, and always show up for me. That says more about you than anything else. I tried dating to get over what I felt for you, as you can probably tell, but nothing worked. It was so easy, Yoongi. So easy to fall in love with you. You’re perfect and I don’t doubt that you’ll be the best even after all this. I love you.”

“I love you too, I love you. Fuck, I love you.” Yoongi kisses you again and this time he isn’t as gentle. His lips are still soft as ever as they curl around yours. His tongue comes out and you immediately allow access, letting him explore your mouth. The taste is much better now that there isn’t anything you both are holding back. Everything down on the line and you couldn’t be happier. The hole in your heart was never empty, it was just waiting for this exact moment to remind you that you’ve always had it all.

“Yoongi.” In between breaths you call his name and Yoongi feels his knees lock. “Take me to bed.”

Yoongi just nods in a trance with the way your tone drips of arousal. A long strand of hair falls on his face when he picks you up with ease off your feet. He takes you to the place he’s had the honor to visit a hundred times before, but it’s different this time, much different.

In the process of it all, something falls and it causes you both to laugh until you run out of breath.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You laugh into his ear. “You owe me a new lamp. My mother bought me that, you know. House-warming gift.”

“Fuck, sorry.” Yoongi mumbles near a whisper as he grips you harder like he’s afraid he might drop you next and the idea makes you giggle because you know he would never purposely hurt you. “I’ll apologize to your mother directly. Buy you and her a new lamp, whatever it takes.”

“What makes you think you are meeting my mother?” You tease with a smile on your face, watching the blush rise on his cheeks.

“Well, I figured we could, you know, if you would like–” Yoongi doesn’t often get shy about many things but he can’t keep calm around you and that kills him softly.

“I’m just teasing you.” You say and he bites his lip. “Of course you’ll meet my mother and my father and my nosy ass family. I hope you like annoying, persistent grandma’s that stuff you full. My grandma’s the worst of her kind, but she’ll love you.”

“I would love to.” Yoongi simply replies, still whispering as if you guys had to keep quiet or else you’d be in deep trouble.

“Why are we still whispering?” You whisper back, roaming fingers through his long, gorgeous hair. He needs to remind you to thank his mother personally for insisting he keep his hair long because it made him look pretty and you could never disagree. Yoongi’s so pretty.

“I-I don’t know.”

You both smile at each other before sharing another kiss. It’s so sweet and if you weren’t already off your feet, you would be floating by now. He’s gentle when letting you drop into the sheets below, he finds space between your legs and you wrap them around his hips. Lips still in contact, never losing the plushy feel.

Everything starts to feel hot. Your hips start to slowly grind against his begging for any sort of friction. But the kissing doesn’t stop.

Not when you start whining against his lips.

Not even when Yoongi starts trailing his fingers down your waist and around your curves. He teases his fingertips against your waistline, soft to the touch.

It’s not until you mewl loudly into his mouth, skillful tongue playing with yours, as you feel him start unbuckling your pants, button-by-button.

Yoongi’s eyes are heavy-lidded, his gaze burning fire. “Gonna take care of you now, is that okay?”

You furiously nod, coming up to kiss him once more, both your lips are raw and sensitive, but it gives you more of a reason to fix it with even more kisses.

He drops one quick kiss onto your mouth before he trails down your jaw. Yoongi breathes in the sweet scent on your skin, wishing he could feel you even closer. “Smell so damn good.”

His voice is raspy against your ear and it makes you blush, while you feel his hand finally touch you where you had been aching with need. “Wanna hear you.”

Breathing lightly, you whisper. “Make me.”

And of course, Yoongi makes you regret how fast you said the words because he delves his fingers forward with little resistance. Two fingers stretch you at the same time, gasping at the sudden sensation.

By now, you were molded to fit Yoongi’s fingers. On days where you were really in need, you would take four, all at once. Yoongi was best at reading every expression, every crease and scrunch to your face, especially emotions. He knew exactly how to curve his fingers, the way to build you up, and bring you back down. Yoongi knew it all and he was so lucky too.

He never anticipated it would have gone this far. It was just sex to begin with. But who were you both kidding, it was always much, much more.

Yoongi curves his fingers in the way he’s used to and watches your mouth drop, sweet noises soon leaving your lips. “Feels good?”

There’s no need to ask because he can tell. Your expression tells him everything he needs to know. That and the fact that you are dripping around his fingers but it’s sexier hearing it from you.

“Yeah… f-feels so good.” With his other hand he tugs your clothes off, leaving you bare on the bottom. Remembering the first few times is a bit embarrassing, but Yoongi always made sure to take his time and make you feel comfortable. It was special and memorable in its own way, and Yoongi felt it too.

This is unlike any first time, but it was technically the first time you could officially make love to each other until you fall lovesick and that had to be impossible around someone like Yoongi.

“Hold your legs open for me, flower.” You try to ignore the warm feeling that buzzes in your chest, but you are sure your face says it all. Without another word, you spread your legs open, tucking both hands behind your thighs.

“Flower?” You breathe out with a bit of a struggle as his two fingers continue to pump deep inside you, brushing repeatedly against your g-spot.

“Do you not like it?” Yoongi smiles slightly, biting his bottom lip while he watches you start to tremble, making the prettiest sounds.

“I do. Why the new name?” Voice a bit unsteady but it does the job. Yoongi thinks of all the times he thought you were as pretty as a flower, which really was all the time. Especially, in the way he has you right now. Pretty, pretty as a flower.

“I’ve always wanted to call you that. You’re pretty, sweet, delicate. Just like a flower.” He justifies his reasoning and you melt into puddles.

“Yoongi.” Voice sweet as honey.

“Yes baby.” He replies with ease.

“Make love to me, Yoongi.”

There was a time in his life where Yoongi believed he could live without love. How foolish of him to think so. When he met you, it was a complete three-sixty. Suddenly, Yoongi started to look forward to his shit job. He looked forward to that time between breaks where he could admire you from the back like a pinning loser. Yoongi even started to like the walks he had to take to get to work because he knew that the path would eventually lead to you. He started looking forward to tomorrow's and to the bright future that led ahead. His mom would often complain that he was wasting his life away waiting for it to start, but Yoongi thinks life truly started the day he met you.

It was a bit awkward because you couldn’t even look him in the eyes, intimated by the staff and new environment. You had previously worked in different bars so you assumed it would be no different and it wasn’t, but the intimidation of a new job was there nonetheless. Yoongi was there every step of the way. He had a crush on the new employee and you needed help on fitting in. Either way, your friendship was very platonic until it wasn’t.

Yoongi knows he should have said something along the lines “hey, maybe we shouldn't be doing this anymore. I’m in love with you and I have been since you started working here” but the stupid words never made it out. He felt it would be too much to hear and it would only make him look like a complete loser.

And you felt the same. It was silly really, because everyone around you knew it and there was no reason to fear someone as easy going and non-judgemental as Yoongi, nonetheless it brought you both here. After many failed dating attempts, you were finally happy and in the arms of someone who you truly love and want to be loved by.

There was a time in his life where Yoongi believed he could live without love, now Yoongi believes your precious, sweet love brought him back to life and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Clothes now discarded on the floor, heavy breathing filling the room, and Yoongi could get wasted on the smell of your intoxicating perfume. “Breathe flower.”

Yoongi felt you shiver at the sound of his words, throwing your head back as he thrusts you full of cock. He pushes inside you with gentle movements, struggling to keep himself up while feeling the tug of your warm velvet-like walls.

You gasp feeling him hit your cervix in a calm, slow pace. It was breathtaking regardless of the gentle rhythm. “You’re so deep...”

“I know flower, breathe baby, breathe.” He is struggling to keep from coming inside you, overwhelmed by his own emotions as your eyes roll back, feeling the pressure rise in your belly. Without a condom, everything feels so different from other times, feeling every ridge and crease fold inside your drenching heat. You take him so nicely, like you always have. Like you’ve always belonged to him.

You don’t even notice you stopped breathing until you start feeling lightheaded and desperate for fresh air. Breathing just as much as necessary so you don’t faint, you shake your head against his hold, his eyes watch yours, observing with curiosity.

“No?”

“Mm, n-no.” You shake your head again, whimpering when you feel him kiss your cervix with his swollen tip, over and over and over. “Can– can you…”

“Can I what, pretty flower?” Yoongi rolls his hips a bit faster, feeling his orgasm build too quickly. He wishes he could have days with you like this always. Days to love and worship you from head to toe.

“Choke me.” You manage to say. “Don— don’t wanna breathe.”

Yoongi growls deep, increasing his speed even more, desperate to fill the deepest part of your glistening folds. He feels you tense underneath, the sounds coming from your mouth are loud enough for your neighbors to hear, but Yoongi stopped giving a fuck about everything around him.

He places a hand on your throat and squeezes gently, not blocking off your airways completely, but leaving you just enough air to work with. It drives you insane. The more you breathe, his rough thrusts take the air out from your lungs and the process repeats. It feels so good.

“M-more. Harder.” You barely hear your own words, but Yoongi seems to understand because his dick is moving rapidly inside you, nearly splitting you in two. You wrap both hands around his wrist, loving the heavy weight against your chest. It’ll end too soon and it disappoints you in a way, but you have all the time in the world to make this up. “G-Gonna come.”

Yoongi nods, concentrating on the way your face scrunches with pleasure. With love. The way your eyes tell him a story. God, Yoongi’s madly in love. “Come, my precious flower.”

With those final words, you come on his bare slick cock, blossoming in the blissful afterglow. Yoongi doesn’t stop thrusting inside you, but he takes his hand off your throat, kissing your face gently when he sees tears start leaking down your cheeks.

“It’s okay, you’re okay baby. Breathe for me. Slowly.” Yoongi’s words bring you back down and you throw your arms around him, crying against his shoulder. You don’t even know what invoked this strong emotion to sob your eyes out, but Yoongi allows it, caressing the back of your head. Yoongi doesn’t judge, he only holds you until you settle down. “It’s okay baby, let it out. Breathe, pretty flower.”

“C-Come inside muh-me, please.” Even after all that, you still beg for him and Yoongi wants to laugh but for your sake and the fact that it’s endearing to him, he delivers accordingly without further questions.

Right as he’s going to paint your walls white, he pushes himself up with one hand, still holding you with the other. “You sure?”

You’re confused about the sudden question, the tears still decorate your face but then you understand. “Birth control. Just come in me Yoongi, fuck me, fu-fuck.”

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to regain his brutal pace, fucking you with purpose. Not that he doesn’t want kids in the near future, but he sure as hell doesn’t want any right now. He’s glad you are on the same page but maybe one day the conversation would spark and he wouldn’t want the mother of his kids to be anyone else but you. You were perfect for him.

“Gonna come.” That’s the only warning you get, then he’s emptying himself inside your tight walls. He doesn’t stop rolling his hips, his slit leaking puddles, until he’s pumped himself dry. With one last thrust, he groans and carefully pulls out.

He brings you with him, head falling against his chest as he continues to play with your hair, leaving kisses into your bare shoulders. “You okay baby?”

“Perfect. Feel so good.” You mumble into his skin, feeling around his waist. “I’m leaking your come into the sheets though.”

“I’ll take care of it, pretty flower.” You nod sleepily into his chest with a quiet ‘thank you’, feeling completely sated and satisfied, aching with exhaustion. “Sleep baby, I got you.”

With that, you fall deep into the shackles of sleep. Yoongi rubs your back until you completely fall asleep in his arms. He struggles to unwrap himself from your hold, but when he finally succeeds, he tucks you in and kisses your cheek a few times before getting up to clean up after the mess you both created.

He’s light on his feet, bringing a warm towel to your slick folds and wipes as best he can, being gentle so you could continue to enjoy your sleep. Even like this, you look so beautiful and Yoongi is an extremely lucky man.

Yoongi makes sure to also pick up the lamp he dropped from earlier as well. He blows out a breath of relief when he notices that the damage is nothing big and nothing that can’t be fixed. He’ll make sure to fix that as soon as he can.

While he’s out there, Yoongi places the tulips into a vase and fills it with water, placing it near a window where it could grow and blossom beautifully near the sunlight. He even cuts the tips into slants because he had heard somewhere online they last longer that way, making sure to get rid of any dead leaves and petals. Yoongi couldn’t be happier.

After he’s done with the light cleaning, he washes his hands and feels the exhaustion hit him tenfold. He’s careful when placing himself back in bed, lifting your arm and placing himself underneath you. The man smiles when he feels you curl yourself around him, sleeping soundlessly.

“I love you.” He whispers and even though you don’t say it back Yoongi feels it with the way you melt into his arms. Yoongi falls asleep easily that night.

…

“Baby.” Yoongi hears someone call him and he ignores it. Sleep calls his name louder and he doesn’t feel like waking up right now so he groans and cuddles deeper into the bedsheets below him, unaware of the life around him.

“Baby wake up.” You keep calling sweetly and it’s tempting but he persists.

“No. Don’t wanna.” Yoongi grumbles like an old man and you can’t help but to laugh. “Just ten more minutes.”

When you woke up the next morning, you were so thankful Yoongi had kept his promise. Your apartment was flawless and you were as clean as you could be. The tulips looked prettier today as the sun shined on the delicate petals. You even had time to warm the seaweed soup he brought from home and you couldn’t wait to get a taste. The smell alone is delicious and it warmed your home up nicely, you truly couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this was no longer a dream but your reality. You could definitely get used to this.

You drop kisses onto his warm cheeks until his eyes flutter open, almost similar to a cat. “There you are.”

Yoongi pulls you into his arms again with quiet noncoherent grumbles and closes his eyes once more. “Give me ten minutes.”

“It’s already been ten.” You whisper lightly laughing.

“Oh. Ten more then.” You get comfortable on his chest and cuddle for a bit longer because you can’t say no to his cute sleepy self.

Yoongi starts to sniff the air with curiosity. “Is that the seaweed soup I brought you?”

“Mhm.” You hum. “Better get up soon before it burns.”

That manages to be convincing enough and Yoongi forces himself up, with you in his embrace.

“Wanna wake up like that forever.” He says, voice filled with sleep.

“You can.”

Yoongi snaps his heavy eyes towards you. “Are you–”

“Move in with me, Yoongi.” Yes, you skipped every step to this, but nothing was ever to code between you and Yoongi. One thing you were so sure of and that was spending the rest of your life with him. “Please.”

“I- yes, of course.” Yoongi wraps his arms around you for a tight hug, kissing your temple. “I love you. I love you and I’ll prove it to you every single day.”

“I know, I love you too. I love you.” Those three words come out from your mouths so easily and it’s nice that you no longer have to ever hold back. The man of your dreams is in the palms of your humble home and he’s in love with you. This was better than any dream.

“Let’s eat?” He says after some time of hugging and kisses being interchanged.

You nod, letting him take you there. Your kitchen is filled with the cruel aroma of food and your tummy rumbles as you sit comfortably while you wait for him to serve you a bowl of the warm tasty soup.

“I should be doing that. I’m a terrible host.” Yoongi shakes his head while smiling, the fluff of hair moving with him, then your phone dings. “Hold on, give me a second.”

Your heart drops when you see it is a Tinder notification from a man you promised to get back to. You look over to find Yoongi serving your bowl, making his way to the table. He leans in puckering slightly and you immediately lean into the sweet sudden kiss while he places your meal in front of you. This Yoongi is new because it wasn’t often you could act domestically towards one another, however this was perfect and just what you needed.

“Everything okay baby?” Yoongi asks while caressing your soft cheek and you immediately nod in his palm.

“Yes, everything’s perfect.” You reply in awe. “Thank you Yoongi, for everything.”

For letting me love you and for loving me back.

The older man just smiles and joins you for the meal.

It turns out you didn’t need Tinder after all.

You quickly delete the app off your phone and start to eat with the love of your life, conversation flows while you enjoy each other’s presence and fall deeper in love.

Alike Yoongi, you couldn’t imagine it happening any other way. You were bound to fall in love, one way or another, but that man was meant to be yours as you were meant to be his.

#yoongi fanfic #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #bts fluff #bts x y/n #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x you #bts smut

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nicolekart · 12 days ago

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Jentry Chau vs the Underworld – Kit theory

Okay, so I recently finished watching “Jentry Chau vs the Underworld” and got a little hyperfixation about it, but I see that not many people are talking about this cartoon.

And since I don't have a chance to do any fan art for the time being, I'll at least do a little bit of writing.

A small disclaimer: This is not a super specific theory, but more of a loose thinking and musing about additional storylines, because I think these characters and the story had much more potential than was tapped, or they were given to tap. I know I'm probably reading too much into things, but let's just be delusional for 5 minutes. You know… for fun.

I guess I don't need to say there are spoilers?

So, what if the plan for Kit's character was a bit different beforehand, or if we have some hint of what will happen to him next?

It's just that, I admit, I feel that his plot could have been handled better, more deeply (like many things in general), and I can't shake the feeling that there is a certain inconsistency that scratches at the back of my head - which is the bird motif.

1. The theme of a bird with 1 wing from another post

Link to the post.

When I saw this post, some way into the early episodes, I began to pay more attention.

It is about a mythical Chinese creature in the form of a bird with one eye and one wing, which has to unite with another bird in order to fly. The author of the post draws attention to this sense of incompleteness, of lacking something, which Kit has in regard to the lack of a soul.

The creature's other name is Jian, and it is also described as a good omen, a symbol of protection, a messenger between the divine and mortal realms.

2. His design

Link to the post on IG

One of the character designers shared concept art of Kit, in which he has a medallion signed as using this very creature's theme. In the end, Kit appears to have a plain pink necklace.

However, the wing motif remains on his shirt.

In the shirtless art, we see a scar (which didn't make it into the series either), but it's on the same side as the missing wing would have been. Also, the design on the shirt.

Maybe the plan was to rewrite the Jian myth, where he didn't just have one wing, but lost it?

2 Kit's character in the intro

And while the design thing can be explained by the fact that it was an old concept that didn't make it into the final version, why were some of the wing motifs left, like his shirt (but about that in a moment).

The main question is, why was it left in the intro in such a literal way? Just for aesthetic reasons? Didn't they want to show what kind of demon he is right away? Why are his eyes purple when he has white ones in the show? On the other hand, Michael's eyes when he has visions are identical to those in the episodes?

In the post, the artist mentions that the theme of the one-winged bird is a tragic story, and yet Kit is a tragic character in a way, and that he looks so dramatic in the intro... But doesn't it seem a little off to you? I mean, as much as possible... it might have been the only reason to use such a motif, but all in all, why would one demon have the attributes of another demon/mythical creature?

4. The feather theme of the woman in the vision

As I mentioned, there are still the feather/wing motifs.

In episode 6, in the visions that Cheng haunts Kit with, there is a woman who first turns into dark feathers, and then has a medallion that might resemble a stylized wing.

They say everything in animation is intentional, so why?

5. Torn pages from the bestiary

This is probably the least solid guess, nevertheless....

It seems that most demons in the bestiary have 2 pages dedicated to them. (Even probably Ed considering that the one on the page next to him is his picture).

However, the Painted skin demon only has one page, and the next pages are torn out. I know that this could just be a hint as to the further plot of the episode, and the whole scene was just to show Jentry the missing pages. But if I remember correctly, they weren't addressed anymore in the plot (like a lot of things in general but well).

The point is that why would the pages torn out of BESTIARIUS contain anything about Jentry's powers if they originated from the Yellow Emperor and, as Gugu suggested, are worthy of a god. I would assume that the power that some mythical emperor might have possessed would rather have come from the Gods, which is why the demons fear it so much, or the Mogui who crave it so deeply, since such power is not available to Diju beings.

So what if these pages are a continuation of the Painted Skin Demon chapter. What if he wasn't always like this? Maybe there is a further (earlier) part of the legend? What if they combined two of the myths together? Like the Fallen Good Omen, for example, that's why he loves people so much and wants to be among them again.

Although in the scene at the end of the episode his chapter is already on another page, not next to the torn out pages....

6. Potential rebirth/return to the former form/getting his soul back from Diju

What if Jentry was right and the soul is not a uniquely human thing. I'm not saying that all demons have a typical soul, because they would probably have already figured it out. But maybe they can develop/ grow one? Or something similar to it. Gugu says they'll give them a funeral... all of them. That means Kit, as well. What if, thanks to this ritual, his soul could pass to the afterlife, or to Diju given that he did however kill some people and generally has things to repent for?

Maybe in a later storyline they could get his soul back, he could be reborn. Or, theorizing about bird motifs, he could return to favor as a good omen.

From other stories, like Journey to the West, we know how often Heaven liked to punish celestial beings (and that's how the one-winged bird is described – a celestial being, not a demon) by turning them into demons, or how often animal-like creatures escaped into the human world and took the forms of demons.

That's pretty much it. I just wanted to point out a few things that I found interesting.

What do you guys think? I haven't written anything like this for years and I feel a bit weird 😅

And please, if you haven't already, watch JCVTU. We need season 2. 💗

#jentry chau spoilers #jentry chau kit #jentry vs the underworld #jcvtu kit #jcvtu #jcvtu spoilers #jcvtu theory #fan theory

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w1w2 · 14 days ago

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Skating the Divide

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 - Skating on Thin Ice

Myoui Mina x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ca. 8k

Synopsis: On the ice, every move tells a story. For two skaters with opposing styles, the competition is more than just a test of skill. It’s a clash of worlds.

Notes: I'm not 100% satisfied with the outcome. Maybe I'll rewrite it in the future. LMK your thoughts babes!

English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

The locker room was silent, the echo of skates against ice still lingering in Mina’s ears as she sat on the bench, her head resting in her hands. Practice had ended hours ago, but Mina hadn’t moved. Her bag sat untouched at her feet, her thoughts tangled in a web she couldn’t escape.

Y/N’s coldness had been unbearable.

It wasn’t just the sharp tone in her voice or the distance in her eyes, it was the complete absence of the warmth that had once made their partnership come alive. The playfulness, the teasing, even the arguments, they were all gone, replaced by a wall that felt impenetrable.

And Mina hated it.

She hated the silence that had replaced their banter, the awkwardness that had crept into their routines. She hated the way Y/N avoided her gaze, her touches on the ice now fleeting and impersonal. But most of all, Mina hated the gnawing ache in her chest every time Y/N skated away without a word.

“What am I doing?” Mina murmured to herself, her voice barely audible in the empty room.

She had thought the frustration she felt was professional, tied to the performance, to the pressure of the competition. But now, with the rink quiet and no one left to distract her, Mina could no longer ignore the truth.

This wasn’t just about skating.

Unable to sit still, Mina rose and made her way back to the rink. It was silent, the faint hum of the overhead lights the only sound as Mina stepped onto the ice. She pushed off slowly, her skates gliding across the smooth surface with a softness that mirrored the quiet ache in her chest.

She didn’t have a plan, no routine to rehearse or move to refine. She just needed to feel the ice beneath her feet, to let the familiar rhythm of skating guide her restless thoughts.

But her thoughts weren’t quiet.

They pulled her back to the beginning, to that first lift they’d managed to get right after days of trial and error. Mina remembered how Y/N had laughed, her face glowing with triumph as she spun away from Mina with her arms raised in victory.

“See? Told you we’d get it!” Y/N had said, her grin so wide it was impossible not to smile back.

Mina had smiled, she realized now, even though she hadn’t wanted to admit it at the time. There had been something infectious about Y/N’s energy, the way she seemed to believe in them even when Mina had doubted it.

She skated a little faster, her movements picking up pace as more memories surfaced. Late-night practices came to mind, the ones where exhaustion hung heavy in the air, but they’d kept going anyway.

She remembered the way Y/N had teased her, her voice light and playful even as Mina struggled to hide her fatigue. “Come on, Myoui. You can’t let me outshine you!”

Mina had rolled her eyes at the time, muttering something about focus and discipline. But now, she could see the warmth behind Y/N’s teasing, the way she had always found a way to lighten the weight of the rink.

Then there was that lift, the one they’d finally perfected after weeks of frustration. Mina had hesitated, her instincts fighting against the trust required to let Y/N guide her. But when it happened. When Y/N had lifted her effortlessly, their movements in perfect sync, it had felt... freeing.

Mina’s breath hitched as she remembered the look Y/N had given her after she landed, their eyes meeting in a moment that felt too big to name.

She trusted me, Mina realized, her chest tightening. And I trusted her.

Her movements slowed again, her skates carving soft curves into the ice as she thought of the present, of Y/N’s coldness, her forced smiles, the way she barely looked at Mina anymore.

The memory of Y/N’s trembling voice cut through her like a blade “I already know what you think of me, Mina.”

Mina closed her eyes, guilt swirling in her chest. How had she let things get so far? She thought of every time she’d kept her distance, every time she’d let her frustration speak instead of her heart.

I didn’t mean it like that, Mina thought desperately, but it didn’t matter. Y/N hadn’t heard what Mina meant, only what Mina had said.

Mina exhaled shakily, her hand brushing against the fabric of her sleeve as if trying to steady herself. She glided to the center of the rink and came to a stop, the soft sound of her skates fading into silence.

The memories swirled in her mind. The laughter, the trust, the way Y/N’s energy had drawn her in even when she didn’t want to admit it.

Why does this hurt so much?

And then, the answer came.

Mina’s chest tightened, her breath catching as the truth settled over her with the weight of a revelation she could no longer deny.

She cared about Y/N.

Not just as a skater. Not just as her partner.

She cared about Y/N, the person who had thrown herself into their routines with fearless passion, who had made Mina laugh when she didn’t think she could, who had made her feel things she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in years.

I don’t want her to leave.

The thought hit her with the force of a jump landed off-balance. Mina pressed a hand to her chest, trying to steady the wild rhythm of her heart. The ache that had been building for days finally made sense, it wasn’t just the partnership she was afraid of losing.

It was Y/N.

“I care about her,” Mina whispered aloud, her voice trembling as the words settled into the air. Saying it made the feeling real, undeniable.

Her breath hung in the cold air, but she barely noticed. All she could see was the emptiness surrounding her, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside.

Mina exhaled sharply, her breath fogging the air as her gaze swept across the empty rink. She had spent too much time turning the situation over in her head, dissecting her mistakes and replaying every word she’d said or hadn’t said.

But now, those questions no longer mattered.

What mattered was Y/N.

Mina’s fingers tightened at her sides as a surge of clarity broke through the fog of guilt and confusion. She couldn’t afford to linger here, wallowing in her regrets. Every second she spent hesitating was another second Y/N might slip further away, another second the wall between them grew taller and harder to climb.

No more waiting. No more excuses.

A faint tremble ran through her hands, but Mina refused to let it slow her down. She pushed off the ice again, her skates carving clean lines into the surface as she moved with growing purpose. The familiar rhythm of skating steadied her, her movements deliberate and sharp.

Her mind raced as she skated, every thought converging into a single, undeniable truth:

Mina again replayed the moments they’d shared, not just the trust they’d built on the ice, but the laughter, the teasing, the quiet glances that had lingered a little too long. Those moments had meant something. Mina had felt it in every shared smile, every fleeting touch, every time Y/N’s gaze had softened in a way that made Mina’s heart beat faster.

I didn’t just trust her. I let her in.

That realization hit like a jolt, her chest tightening as the weight of her feelings settled into place. Y/N wasn’t just her partner on the ice. She wasn’t just the fearless skater who made every performance feel alive.

Y/N had become someone Mina relied on, someone she admired, someone she cared about more than she had allowed herself to admit.

Mina came to a stop near the edge of the rink, her skates stilling as her thoughts crystallized into resolve. She had spent her whole life chasing perfection, believing that discipline and control were the only paths to success. But Y/N had shown her something different, something wild and unpolished but undeniably beautiful.

Mina had been afraid of that chaos, afraid to let go of the rules that had shaped her. But now, she saw what that fear had cost her. She had pushed Y/N away, whether she’d meant to or not. And in doing so, she had risked losing the one person who had made her feel truly alive on the ice and off.

“I can’t let her go,” Mina murmured, her voice barely audible in the quiet rink.

Her pulse quickened as the thought solidified into a decision. She didn’t know exactly what she would say or how she would fix things, but she couldn’t let this distance between them remain.

For the first time, Mina wasn’t afraid of the vulnerability that came with caring. She wasn’t afraid of being messy, of saying the wrong thing, of letting Y/N see the cracks in her armor.

Because Y/N deserved that honesty. She deserved to know how much Mina respected her, admired her, and Mina’s heart stuttered as the word surfaced, needed her.

With a deep breath, Mina pushed off the ice one last time, skating toward the edge with renewed determination.

She wasn’t going to lose Y/N.

Not to a misunderstanding. Not to fear. It was time to fight for her.

The rink was quieter than usual the next morning, the faint hum of the lights echoing across the empty space. Mina arrived early, her steps measured as she made her way to the ice. Her chest felt heavy, a mixture of anticipation and dread, but her mind was made up.

She had barely slept, her thoughts circling endlessly as she rehearsed what she needed to say. But no matter how many times she played it out in her head, the outcome remained uncertain. Y/N had every reason not to listen, every reason to turn away.

But Mina had to try.

Y/N entered the rink with her usual stride, her face set in a mask of indifference. But Mina knew her too well by now. She could see the tension in Y/N’s shoulders, the stiffness in her movements as she dropped her bag onto the bench and began lacing her skates.

Y/N didn’t glance in Mina’s direction, didn’t offer the usual quip or half-smile that had once brightened their mornings. The silence between them felt heavier than the cold air of the rink, and Mina’s heart sank.

She couldn’t let this go on. Not anymore.

Mina swallowed hard, skating toward Y/N with a nervous energy she wasn’t used to. She was Mina Myoui, poised, confident, and disciplined. But now, her chest felt tight, her hands clammy, and her heart beat like a drum as she drew closer.

“Y/N,” she said softly, her voice catching slightly.

Y/N paused, her hands freezing mid-lace. She didn’t look up. “What?”

The single word was clipped, defensive. It stung more than Mina had expected, but she pressed on, her determination outweighing her fear. “I need to talk to you,” she said, her tone quieter now, almost pleading.

Y/N scoffed lightly, finishing her laces and rising to her feet. “Don’t,” she said briskly, stepping onto the ice. “Whatever it is, just don’t.”

But Mina wasn’t about to let her skate away. Not this time.

Mina cut across the ice, her skates slicing clean lines as she moved to block Y/N’s path. Her chest felt tight, her palms sweaty despite the cold air. She had rehearsed this moment in her head a hundred times, but now that it was here, all the carefully crafted words she’d planned slipped away.

“Please,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Just listen to me.”

Y/N stopped, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she regarded Mina with an expression that was both wary and tired. “What is there to say, Mina?” she asked, her voice brittle. “You’ve already made it clear how you feel about me.”

“That’s not true,” Mina said quickly, her heart sinking at the resignation in Y/N’s tone.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp and challenging. “Oh, it’s not? Because what I heard—”

“You didn’t hear everything,” Mina interrupted, her voice firmer now. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. “You only heard part of what I said. And I need you to hear the rest.”

For a moment, Y/N hesitated, her posture softening almost imperceptibly. But then she shook her head, the walls she’d built so carefully sliding back into place. “What could you possibly say to make this better?”

Y/N’s heart was pounding as she stared at Mina, trying to keep her voice steady. She didn’t want to hear excuses. She didn’t want to hear an apology that wouldn’t change anything.

She didn’t want to admit how much she wanted to believe Mina, how much she wanted to hear something, anything that would make the ache in her chest go away.

But the memory of Mina’s words still stung, the echo of impossible to work with playing on repeat in her mind.

Mina stepped closer, her dark eyes meeting Y/N’s with an intensity that made Y/N’s breath catch. “I said you’re fearless,” Mina began, her voice trembling but steady enough to carry her meaning. “I said your energy is rare. That it’s what makes you... exceptional.”

Y/N blinked, her resolve faltering for a brief moment. But she quickly shook her head, her arms tightening around herself like armor. “You’re just saying that now because you feel guilty.”

“No,” Mina replied, her voice rising with emotion. “I’m saying it because it’s the truth.” She took another step forward, the proximity making Y/N’s chest tighten. “You’ve shown me things I never thought I’d see in myself. You’ve made me better, not just as a skater, but as a person.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, the raw sincerity in Mina’s voice cutting through her defenses.

Mina’s heart raced as she saw the flicker of uncertainty in Y/N’s eyes. For a moment, she thought she might have gotten through to her.

But then Y/N stepped back, her expression closing off again. “It’s too late, Mina,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t get to say these things now.”

The words hit Mina like a punch to the chest. Her shoulders slumped, but she refused to give up. “It’s not too late,” she said softly, her voice shaking with desperation. “Not if you let me show you how much I care, how much I’ve always cared.”

But Y/N shook her head, her voice breaking as she muttered, “I can’t do this right now.” She skated away, her figure retreating into the dim light of the rink, leaving Mina standing alone.

Mina stayed rooted in place, her chest heaving as she tried to steady her breathing. The rejection stung, but more than that, it terrified her.

She had put her heart on the line, stripped herself bare in a way she had never done before. And Y/N had walked away.

But Mina wasn’t ready to give up. Not yet.

As she turned to watch Y/N’s distant figure, a wave of determination washed over her. She would fight for Y/N, even if it meant breaking down every wall between them brick by brick.

Because for the first time in her life, Mina wasn’t afraid to risk everything for someone she cared about.

Later, during practice the rink buzzed with activity, the sharp sound of blades cutting into the ice mingling with the low hum of conversation. Skaters clustered near the boards, some going over their routines, others chatting idly as the morning practice unfolded.

Mina stood off to the side, her gaze flickering toward Y/N, who was stretching alone in a corner of the rink. Her posture was stiff, her focus uncharacteristically muted as she went through her warm-up. Mina’s heart ached at the sight.

She wanted to approach Y/N, to try again, but she couldn’t bring herself to make the first move just yet. The memory of Y/N skating away from her earlier replayed in her mind, each moment sharpening her resolve but making her feel painfully aware of how fragile their connection had become.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the low, cutting voices of two nearby skaters.

“She’s not ready for this level,” one of them murmured, their voice laced with disdain. “I don’t know why they thought pairing her with Mina was a good idea.”

“Right?” the other replied, their tone dripping with false sympathy. “Mina could’ve had a real shot with someone polished. Y/N’s just... dragging her down.”

Mina’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. A rush of anger surged through her, so sudden and hot it caught her off guard.

She turned sharply, her skates slicing cleanly across the ice as she closed the distance between herself and the two skaters.

“Excuse me,” Mina said, her voice cutting through the low hum of the rink like a blade.

The two skaters froze mid-conversation, their heads snapping in her direction. Mina’s tone wasn’t raised, but there was a cold sharpness to it that made the pair visibly stiffen.

“M-Mina,” one of them stammered, their surprise evident as they shifted uncomfortably.

But Mina wasn’t about to let them off the hook. She skated forward with deliberate precision, the sound of her blades against the ice echoing like a warning. Her dark eyes locked onto theirs, unwavering.

“If you have something to say about my partner,” she began, her voice calm but deadly serious, “then say it to me.”

The taller of the two skaters, a wiry girl with sleek, platinum blonde hair, raised her hands defensively, her mouth opening as if to explain. But Mina didn’t stop.

“Because if you’re going to insult someone,” Mina continued, her voice tightening, “at least have the guts to say it where they can defend themselves.”

The shorter skater, a boy with an almost perpetually smug expression, muttered something under his breath. Mina turned her attention to him immediately, her gaze sharp enough to make him flinch.

“What was that?” she asked coolly, one eyebrow raising in challenge.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, his bravado faltering.

“Nothing?” Mina repeated, her tone icy. She tilted her head slightly, her expression calm but unyielding. “Because it sounded an awful lot like you were questioning whether Y/N deserves to be here.”

The blonde skater shifted uncomfortably, shooting her partner a nervous glance. “We weren’t trying to—”

“You weren’t trying to what?” Mina interrupted, her voice rising slightly as her frustration spilled over. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and she took a slow breath to steady herself before continuing.

“She’s dragging Mina down.” The words replayed in her mind, and the anger she’d tried to suppress bubbled to the surface. Mina had spent too many nights replaying her own mistakes, too many moments regretting her part in Y/N’s pain. Hearing others echo those same sentiments felt like salt in a wound.

She stepped closer, her movements deliberate, her skates slicing clean lines into the ice as she approached the pair. They both recoiled slightly under her piercing gaze.

“Y/N is one of the most talented skaters I’ve ever met,” Mina said, her voice firm and steady now, the anger fueling her conviction. “She’s fearless, creative, and brings a kind of energy to the ice that you couldn’t even hope to match.”

The taller skater opened her mouth to speak, but Mina raised a hand, silencing her.

“Do you know what it’s like to trust someone enough to put your success, your entire career, in their hands?” Mina asked, her voice softening but carrying an unmistakable edge. “I do. And I trust Y/N with that every single day.”

The shorter skater had the good sense to look ashamed, his gaze dropping to the ice.

Mina exhaled sharply, her frustration ebbing slightly as she straightened her posture. “So, if you have something to say about Y/N,” she continued, her tone firm but quieter now, “maybe ask yourself if you could even begin to match her courage. Because I doubt it.”

The pair muttered apologies under their breath, skating away quickly before Mina could say anything further.

As the two skaters disappeared across the rink, Mina stood still for a moment, her chest heaving as she tried to collect herself. The adrenaline coursing through her veins left her hands trembling slightly, but her resolve was unshaken.

Mina exhaled sharply, the adrenaline from the confrontation fading as she turned back toward the rink. She caught sight of Y/N, who had stopped mid-stretch, her hands resting on her knees as she stared at Mina.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to quiet.

Y/N’s expression was a mixture of shock and something else, something softer, more vulnerable. Mina felt her chest tighten as she held Y/N’s gaze, silently willing her to understand.

Mina skated toward her slowly, her movements deliberate as the distance between them closed. Her heart pounded, but she kept her voice steady as she said, “You are exceptional.”

Y/N blinked, her lips parting slightly as if to respond, but no words came.

Mina stepped closer, her gaze never leaving Y/N’s. “And I won’t let anyone, including myself, make you feel otherwise again.”

The vulnerability in her voice hung in the air, and for a long moment, Y/N just looked at her, her guarded expression softening ever so slightly.

“Why would you do that?” Y/N finally asked, her voice quiet but unsteady.

“Because it’s the truth,” Mina replied without hesitation. She hesitated briefly, her next words catching in her throat. “And because I care about you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, her defenses faltering as the words sank in.

For the first time in days, Mina saw the faintest flicker of trust return to Y/N’s eyes. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make Mina’s heart lift, hope rising cautiously in her chest.

The tension lingered in the air even after practice ended, the echoes of skates on ice fading into silence. Y/N sat on the bench near the lockers, her head bowed as she untied her skates. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she had seen and heard, Mina standing up for her, speaking with such unwavering conviction.

The memory of Mina’s voice replayed in her mind: “She’s fearless, creative, and brings a kind of energy to the ice that you couldn’t even hope to match.”

Y/N’s chest tightened. Mina hadn’t just defended her, she had believed in her, maybe more than Y/N believed in herself.

For so long, Y/N had felt like an outsider in Mina’s world, trying to prove she belonged. And now Mina’s words had turned everything she thought she knew upside down.

Y/N exhaled shakily, rubbing a hand over her face as her emotions swirled.

Mina stood just outside the doorway, her back resting against the wall. She hadn’t left the rink yet, waiting for the moment she could approach Y/N without an audience. She knew what she needed to say, but the knot of nerves in her stomach didn’t make it any easier.

Gathering her courage, Mina stepped inside. The faint sound of her footsteps made Y/N glance up, their eyes meeting across the room.

Mina hesitated for a fraction of a second, then walked closer, her movements deliberate. She stopped a few feet away, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.

“Y/N,” she began softly, her voice steady but tinged with vulnerability, “can we talk?”

Y/N hesitated, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. Then she gave a small nod, shifting slightly to face Mina.

Mina exhaled deeply, trying to steady the racing of her heart. Standing in front of Y/N now, with her guarded expression and tense shoulders, made the weight of her mistakes feel all the more tangible.

“When I said those things to Momo,” Mina began softly, her voice trembling at the edges, “I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t choose my words carefully, and I hate that you had to hear them.”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, her gaze dropping to the floor, but she didn’t interrupt.

“I was frustrated,” Mina continued, her hands clasping tightly in front of her as if she could hold herself together. “Not with you, but with how hard it was for me to adjust to... to us. You’re so different from me, your style, your approach, your energy. It threw me off, and instead of admitting that I was struggling, I took it out. I said things out of frustration, things I didn’t mean.”

She hesitated, her throat tightening as she replayed the moment in her mind. “But what you heard, it wasn’t the full story. I didn’t just say you were undisciplined or unpredictable. I also said you were fearless. That you have this energy that’s so rare, it’s impossible not to admire.”

Y/N blinked, her eyes flicking up to meet Mina’s for a fleeting second before darting away again.

Mina stepped closer, her skates gliding softly over the floor. “You’ve changed the way I see skating, Y/N. You’ve made me realize that it’s not just about precision or control. It’s about... feeling. Expression. About trusting someone enough to let them guide you, even when it feels like stepping into chaos.”

Her voice softened, cracking slightly with emotion. “And you made me trust you in a way I didn’t think I could trust anyone.”

Mina paused, her breath trembling as she prepared for the next part. This was the hardest thing to say, but she couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“I’ve spent so much of my life trying to be perfect,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Trying to be the person everyone expects me to be. But with you... I didn’t have to be perfect. You didn’t ask that of me. And for the first time, I felt like I could let go of all of that and just... skate.”

Her eyes met Y/N’s again, and this time she didn’t look away. “You taught me that. You showed me something I didn’t even know I needed. And I hate that my own fear, my inability to say these things before, made you think you weren’t enough. Because you are, Y/N. You’re more than enough.”

Y/N’s breath hitched audibly, her chest rising and falling as she processed Mina’s words.

Mina swallowed hard, her hands clenching briefly before she forced them to relax. “I can’t take back what I said, or how it hurt you. But I can tell you this: I meant it when I said you’re exceptional. And I’m so sorry that I made you doubt that, even for a second.”

Y/N was still silent, her expression unreadable. The pause stretched, long enough for doubt to creep into Mina’s mind.

Did I say enough? Does she even believe me?

Mina’s throat felt tight, her chest aching with the weight of everything she still hadn’t said. But she knew this wasn’t just about the apology, it was about being honest in a way she never had been before.

“And it’s not just about the skating,” Mina added, her voice soft but steady. “I care about you. I’ve cared about you for a long time, even when I didn’t know how to show it.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of emotion breaking through her guarded expression.

Mina’s pulse raced, her heart pounding as she took another step closer. “You’ve made me better, Y/N. And I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you.”

Y/N’s chest tightened as Mina’s words washed over her. She had been bracing herself for excuses, for a rehearsed apology that would feel hollow, but this.. This was something else entirely.

Mina’s voice trembled with emotion, her carefully composed exterior cracking in a way Y/N had never seen before. The sincerity in her words felt like a direct hit to Y/N’s defenses, each sentence chipping away at the walls she’d built to protect herself.

Y/N shifted in her seat, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sweatshirt as she tried to process what Mina was saying. The words “fearless,” “exceptional,” “I care about you” echoed in her mind, looping endlessly.

She bit her lip, willing herself to keep her composure. But the ache in her chest was impossible to ignore—the ache of wanting to believe Mina but being too afraid to let herself.

“I... I don’t know what to say,” Y/N finally admitted, her voice unsteady. Her gaze dropped to the floor, her fingers curling tightly around the fabric in her lap. “You really hurt me, Mina. When I heard you say those things, it felt like everything I’d been afraid of was true.”

Mina’s breath hitched, but she didn’t interrupt.

“I’ve spent so much time feeling like I didn’t belong here,” Y/N continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “Like I wasn’t good enough, like I didn’t fit into this world with all these polished skaters who’ve had everything handed to them. And you… You were everything I thought I could never be. Perfect. Untouchable.”

She let out a shaky laugh, her throat tightening. “When I heard you say I was impossible to work with, it just... broke something in me. Because if you, of all people, thought I didn’t belong, then maybe I didn’t.”

Mina’s face twisted with regret, her lips parting to respond, but Y/N raised a hand to stop her.

“But,” Y/N said, her voice softening, “when I saw you defend me today, when I heard the things you said... it made me realize something.” She paused, her gaze lifting to meet Mina’s. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

“I realized that I’ve been wrong about you too,” she said. “I thought you saw me as just a wildcard, a problem to solve. But maybe... maybe you see me for who I really am.”

Her voice wavered as she continued. “You said I made you better, but the truth is, you’ve done the same for me. You’ve pushed me in ways I didn’t think I could handle, made me want to prove to myself that I deserve to be here, not just because of my talent, but because I can skate with someone like you.”

She blinked rapidly, brushing a hand over her face to wipe away the tears threatening to fall. “And it’s not just about skating,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I’ve been so scared of letting you in because I didn’t want to get hurt. But the truth is, I care about you too. More than I’ve let myself admit.”

Mina’s breath caught, her eyes widening as Y/N’s words sank in.

For a moment, the weight of everything unspoken hung heavy between them. Then Y/N let out a shaky laugh, the sound a mixture of relief and disbelief. “You really know how to throw me off, Myoui.”

Mina’s lips quirked into the faintest smile, her expression softening as a glimmer of hope returned to her eyes.

Mina stepped closer, her heart pounding as she extended her hand. Her voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed her vulnerability. “Partners?” she asked, the word heavy with meaning.

Y/N stared at the outstretched hand, her chest tightening as emotions warred within her. The guarded part of her whispered to hold back, to protect herself. But the look in Mina’s eyes, the mix of hope, regret, and determination, made it impossible to stay distant.

She let out a slow breath, then reached out and slid her hand into Mina’s. Their fingers brushed lightly before settling into a firm grip.

“Partners,” Y/N said firmly, her voice carrying a quiet strength.

The moment stretched between them, the tension finally giving way to something softer, something unspoken but deeply understood.

Mina’s lips curved into a rare, genuine smile, and Y/N felt warmth spread through her chest, melting away the lingering doubt.

For the first time in weeks, the space between them didn’t feel like a chasm. It felt like the beginning of something new.

The roar of the crowd filled the arena, a cacophony of cheers and applause that reverberated through the air. The bright lights illuminated the pristine ice, casting a radiant glow that made it shimmer like glass.

Y/N stood at the edge of the rink, her skates gliding gently over the ice as she took a deep breath. Beside her, Mina adjusted her gloves, her movements steady and precise. When their eyes met, a calm but electric understanding passed between them.

This was their moment.

“Ready?” Mina asked softly, her voice carrying just enough to reach Y/N over the noise of the crowd.

Y/N gave her a small, confident smile. “With you? Always.”

Mina’s lips quirked into a faint smile of her own, the tension in her shoulders easing ever so slightly. They didn’t need to say more, every word, every feeling, had already been exchanged in the quiet hours of practice, in the moments where they had learned to trust each other again.

Together, they skated toward the center of the rink, the noise of the crowd fading into a dull hum. All that mattered now was the routine, the music, and the bond that tethered them together.

The first haunting notes of their music drifted through the arena, silencing the hum of the crowd. Y/N and Mina stood motionless at the center of the rink, their backs barely touching as they faced opposite directions. It was a deliberate choice, symbolizing the distance they had overcome.

Y/N’s hands clenched at her sides for just a moment before she let the tension dissolve, the rhythm of the music grounding her. Beside her, Mina took a slow, deep breath, her sharp gaze fixed ahead.

The routine began with a subtle movement, their steps soft yet purposeful as they moved in parallel lines, mirroring each other without ever meeting. Blades whispered against the ice, each stroke precise, their bodies angled with an understated elegance that belied the emotional storm they were building toward.

As the music swelled, their movements grew bolder. Mina spun gracefully, her arms sweeping through the air like ribbons as Y/N circled her, their paths weaving a delicate interplay of light and shadow. The energy between them crackled, a dance of opposites finding their rhythm.

Y/N launched into the first jump of the routine, her movements powerful and commanding. She twisted in midair with a speed and confidence that drew gasps from the crowd, landing with a force that felt almost defiant.

Mina followed with a spin that radiated pure elegance, her body extended in a perfect line. She moved with the kind of control that came from years of discipline, her every turn balanced and deliberate.

The audience was captivated. There was no hesitation, no doubt, just two skaters moving as one, their differences harmonizing like the contrasting notes of the music.

Their first connection came in a sweeping glide, their hands brushing briefly as they passed each other. It was fleeting but electric, a spark of what was to come.

The ice glistened like glass as Y/N and Mina approached the lift. The music shifted, rising into a crescendo that carried with it the weight of everything they had built, the trust, the struggles, the bond that had been tested and reforged.

Y/N skated a short arc, her legs bending slightly as she braced for the moment. Mina glided toward her with a confidence that seemed almost ethereal, her arms raised in preparation. Their eyes met for the briefest second, a silent exchange of trust and reassurance.

Y/N’s hands found Mina’s waist with practiced ease, her grip steady but gentle. Mina felt the strength behind it, the unwavering foundation that had grown between them. She pushed off the ice with perfect timing, her body lifting effortlessly as Y/N guided her upward.

Mina’s arms extended gracefully, her fingertips reaching toward the lights above. Her body stretched into a perfect line, every movement deliberate yet free, a display of strength and elegance in perfect harmony.

The audience collectively held their breath as Y/N carried her through the air, their movements fluid and synchronized. Y/N’s legs flexed powerfully, her core stabilizing the lift with a precision that made it look effortless.

For a moment, it was as if Mina was suspended in time, her figure weightless against the backdrop of the arena. The spotlights reflected off the frost kicked up by their skates, creating a shimmering halo around them.

Mina began her descent, her movements controlled and deliberate as Y/N guided her safely back to the ice. Blades touched down simultaneously, the sound of the landing crisp and assured.

The audience erupted into applause, but neither Y/N nor Mina acknowledged it. For that moment, there was only the two of them, their breaths syncing as they shared a fleeting glance.

Mina’s lips curved into the faintest smile, a rare expression that was meant only for Y/N.

Y/N responded with a wink, her grin bright and infectious. “Nailed it,” she whispered, just loud enough for Mina to hear.

Mina shook her head slightly, a quiet laugh escaping her as they moved seamlessly into the next sequence. But deep down, she couldn’t deny it. They had nailed it.

The rhythm of the music quickened, its intensity building like a rising tide. Y/N and Mina mirrored the shift in energy, their movements growing faster, sharper, and more intricate. Every glide, every spin felt charged with emotion, their bond radiating through every motion.

Y/N launched into a double axel, her body twisting effortlessly through the air before landing with a powerful flourish. Her blade cut into the ice with confidence, leaving a clean, deliberate mark that seemed to resonate across the rink.

Mina followed with a sequence of flawless footwork, her feet moving so quickly and precisely that it was mesmerizing to watch. Her movements were crisp yet fluid, her arms extending like delicate brushstrokes across a canvas. The audience erupted into cheers, but Mina didn’t break focus. Not yet.

They came together for a series of synchronized spins, their bodies flowing in perfect unison. Y/N added a daring flourish, extending one arm high and breaking formation for a split second before returning to their shared axis. Mina responded instantly, adapting with a smooth grace that turned Y/N’s improvisation into a seamless part of the choreography.

The tension between the sharp, daring edge of Y/N’s style and Mina’s poised, polished movements created a breathtaking contrast. Their differences, once a source of frustration and conflict, now blended into a performance that was raw and magnetic, impossible to look away from.

The audience was on the edge of their seats as the music swelled toward its climax. The skaters broke apart, each moving to opposite ends of the rink as the choreography called for their final, individual displays of skill.

Y/N pushed herself harder than ever, landing a triple toe loop with a flourish that sent frost spraying into the air. Her powerful energy was contagious, drawing audible gasps and cheers from the crowd.

At the opposite end of the rink, Mina executed a series of complex spins, her form so precise it seemed almost unreal. Her movements were as delicate as lace, her control so complete it felt as though she were floating above the ice rather than carving through it.

The music reached its peak, and the two skaters surged toward each other across the ice. They met at the center in a perfect arc, their hands locking as they launched into a final act.

The last haunting notes of the music echoed through the arena, and Y/N caught Mina’s hand, guiding her into the final pose with practiced precision. Mina’s body dipped low, her skates gliding effortlessly as she leaned backward, her arms extended in a dramatic flourish. Y/N’s grip on her was firm and steady, a grounding force that kept Mina balanced despite the precarious position.

The spotlight followed them, casting long shadows across the ice as they held the pose. Mina’s back was arched, her face tilted upward toward the lights, her expression open and vulnerable. Y/N crouched slightly to support her, her free arm extended as though offering Mina to the crowd.

It was a moment of pure synchronicity, grace and strength perfectly combined. The ice beneath them seemed to shimmer, reflecting the intensity of the moment.

The music faded into silence, leaving only the sound of their synchronized breathing and the faint hum of the arena. For a single heartbeat, there was nothing but stillness.

Mina slowly straightened, Y/N steadying her as they rose together. Their hands remained intertwined, neither willing to let go.

The applause was thunderous, waves of cheers echoing across the arena, but it was the silence among the judges that held the moment’s weight. Seated in their elevated booth, the panel of judges exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of awe and intrigue as they began jotting down notes on their scorecards.

“That,” The head judge said, pausing for effect, “was a performance for the books.”

One of the other judges nodded, his pen still poised mid-air as if reluctant to stop writing. “The technical execution was nearly flawless. Their lifts were clean, their transitions seamless.”

“But it wasn’t just technical,” another judge added, her tone thoughtful. “It was emotional. You could feel the connection between them. The narrative they told, it was like watching a story unfold on the ice.”

The head judge gestured toward her notes. “That final lift? Bold. A risky choice, but perfectly executed. And the way they incorporated Y/N’s improvisational flair into Mina’s precision, it felt fresh. Innovative.”

“They’ve taken an unconventional pairing and turned it into something unforgettable,” said another judge, a smile tugging at his lips. “They weren’t just skating, they were creating art.”

The head judge leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on the pair still holding their final pose at the center of the rink. “Scores won’t be enough to capture what they just gave us. But I think we can all agree, they’ve set a new standard for doubles skating.”

The audience continued to cheer as the scores began flashing across the screen above the rink. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the numbers appeared.

“9.9.” “9.8.” “9.9.”

A near-perfect score.

The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. “Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N and Mina Myoui have just earned the highest score of the competition so far!”

Mina turned to face Y/N, her lips curving into a soft, genuine smile.

“You’re incredible,” Mina whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of the audience.

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling with both triumph and emotion. “Right back at you, Myoui.”

They skated toward the edge of the rink, their hands still clasped, their movements slow and deliberate as they soaked in the applause. Y/N gave Mina’s hand a small squeeze, and Mina responded with a light, reassuring press of her fingers.

When they reached the edge, Y/N raised their joined hands high, her free arm waving toward the crowd in a playful flourish. Mina followed suit, her smile widening.

The cheers of the crowd echoed in Y/N’s ears as she and Mina left the ice, their skates slicing one last set of clean lines into the rink before stepping off. The applause felt surreal, a living pulse that seemed to follow them even as they moved into the quieter space of the skaters’ corridor.

Y/N exhaled sharply, her chest heaving as the adrenaline began to fade. She tugged at her gloves absentmindedly, glancing sideways at Mina. Beside her, Mina’s usually composed features were softened, her lips curved into a rare and genuine smile.

“They loved us,” Y/N said breathlessly, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Mina turned to her, her smile widening. “They didn’t just love us,” she replied softly. “We earned that.”

Y/N’s grin spread across her face, bright and infectious. “Damn right we did.”

They reached the locker room, the muffled sound of the crowd still audible beyond the walls. Y/N dropped onto a bench, running a hand through her hair. “That score...” she murmured, shaking her head. “I never thought—”

“Believe it,” Mina interrupted, sitting down beside her. She rested her elbows on her knees, her hands clasped together. “You deserved every point.”

Y/N looked at her, the warmth of Mina’s words sinking in. For once, there was no teasing comeback, no playful retort, just a quiet, unspoken gratitude.

The crisp night air wrapped around them as they stepped out of the arena, their breath forming small clouds in the cold. The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, but neither Y/N nor Mina seemed to notice. They walked in silence, their medals clinking faintly with each step, the weight of their shared victory settling into something more profound.

Y/N kept her eyes forward, her fingers gripping the strap of her skate bag tightly. Her mind raced with everything she wanted to say but didn’t know how to put into words. Mina, walking just slightly ahead, slowed her steps until they were side by side.

The quiet between them wasn’t uncomfortable, but it carried an unspoken tension that neither could ignore. Finally, Y/N broke the silence.

“You know,” she began, her voice softer than usual, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that before.”

Mina turned her head slightly, her expression unreadable. “What do you mean?”

“Out there,” Y/N said, gesturing vaguely toward the arena behind them. “The way we skated. It wasn’t just... us performing. It felt like—” She hesitated, struggling to find the words. “Like it mattered. Like it was bigger than us.”

Mina stopped walking, her gaze fixed on Y/N. “It did matter,” she said quietly. “To me, it mattered more than anything.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the intensity in Mina’s voice.

Mina hesitated, her hands curling into fists before relaxing at her sides. She took a steadying breath and stepped closer. “I used to think skating was just about control,” she began, her voice soft but resolute. “About being perfect. About winning. But tonight…” Her dark eyes met Y/N’s, shimmering with emotion. “Tonight, it was about something much bigger.”

Y/N’s heart pounded, her chest tightening as she waited for Mina to continue.

“It was about you. About us,” Mina said, her voice trembling slightly. “About letting myself feel things I never thought I could. You’ve shown me a different way to see everything, not just skating, but myself.”

Mina paused, her breath hitching, and her expression softened. “Y/N,” she said quietly, her voice raw with vulnerability, “I’m in love with you.”

Y/N’s breath caught, her eyes wide as the words hung between them, heavy and undeniable.

Mina pressed on, her voice trembling but steadying with each word. “You’ve changed everything for me. You’ve made me believe in something more than just being perfect. You’ve made me believe in us. And it terrifies me, because I never thought I could feel this way about anyone.”

Tears stung Y/N’s eyes as she stepped closer, her heart racing. “Mina…” she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.

Mina’s lips quirked into a hesitant smile. “I know I don’t always get it right. But I want you to know this, you’ve made me want to be better. Not perfect. Just better.”

Y/N felt a wave of emotion swell in her chest as she reached out, her fingers brushing against Mina’s. “Mina,” she said, her voice trembling, “you don’t have to be perfect. You never did. Not with me.”

A tear slipped down Mina’s cheek as she let out a soft, relieved laugh. Y/N stepped closer, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “And for the record,” Y/N added with a small, shaky smile, “I’m in love with you too.”

Mina’s breath hitched, her eyes wide with wonder. Slowly, she brought her forehead to rest against Y/N’s, the world around them fading into the background.

“So,” Y/N said softly, her voice turning playful despite the emotion thick in the air, “do I finally get to kiss the ice queen, or is that against the rules?”

Mina let out a startled laugh, a blush rising in her cheeks. Without a word, she leaned in, her lips meeting Y/N’s in a kiss that was soft and tentative at first, but quickly deepened with all the unspoken feelings they could no longer deny.

When they pulled apart, Y/N grinned, her breath mingling with Mina’s. “Best day ever,” she teased.

Mina chuckled, her fingers intertwining with Y/N’s. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it,” Y/N said, her voice brimming with warmth.

Mina smiled, her dark eyes sparkling as she whispered, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

They continued walking, their hands still intertwined, a silent promise shared between them as the quiet city streets stretched before them. The distant sound of traffic hummed faintly in the background, but for Y/N and Mina, the world felt smaller, just the two of them, stepping into something new.

As they reached a quiet park, Y/N stopped, turning to Mina with a look of determination in her eyes. “You know,” she said, “we’re not just partners on the ice anymore. We’re partners in everything. Right?”

Mina’s expression softened, her smile small but genuine. “Right.”

Y/N grinned, her usual playful spark returning. “Good, because I’m not letting you go. You’re stuck with me, Myoui. Glitter, chaos, and all.”

Mina laughed softly, her voice light and free in a way Y/N hadn’t heard before. “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep you grounded,” she replied, her tone teasing but affectionate.

They stood there for a moment, the weight of everything they had been through lifting as the future stretched ahead of them.

“I think,” Mina said after a pause, her voice thoughtful, “we’ve found something better than perfect.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “Yeah?”

Mina nodded, her gaze steady. “Yeah.”

With that, they began walking again, their steps in perfect sync. They had conquered the ice, but more importantly, they had found each other, partners in skating, in life, and in every unpredictable, breathtaking moment yet to come.

#mina x reader #gg x reader #girl group imagines #kpop x fem reader #kpop imagines #twice x reader #twice imagines #mina myoui x fem reader #mina x fem reader #mina x fem!reader #myoui mina imagines

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jinwoosbabyboo · 5 months ago

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"The Sunset is Beautiful Isn't It?" pt. 2

The saying above is a beautiful way to bid someone farewell without having to say goodbye and I think it perfectly fits saying goodbye to our LaD Men because we can't keep hurting them. Someone has to end it. In first person p.o.v because it's you.

Goodbye Xavier

Your POV

Queen of Philos. I've glimpsed into a past that is yet to happen. My future is Xavier's past. No wonder he's had so many identities while here on earth. Lumiere, Evol policeman it's all adding up.

She's so tired .... or I'm so tired .... I don't know .... I'm so confused. I can feel her sorrow waiting for him. Wishing her 'Star' would come home. The weight of a sorrow I have yet to experience and my own sorrow of knowing Xavier's planet is dying because he's here trying to change my future.

I'm so stupid, but part of me couldn't believe that he'd be a time traveler. The idea was ridiculous yet here I am looking at my own future in another life. Nothing is impossible.

Except this pipeline dream Xavier has of trying to save me. That's ridiculous. I've disappeared on Philos, but I can feel her sorrow still wherever she is....wherever I am? Whatever.

I stare down at a freshly napped Xavier snuggled in my lap. Those eyes gaze at me with pure happiness & love. Then he smiles; that smile is what kills a piece of my soul every time it graces his lips. I can't protect that smile. It hurts to look at him now. I love him so much and I don't regret falling in love with him, but falling in love is just that....

Falling.

We're bound to break. This isn't a movie we don't get that happily ever after.

It was a valiant effort, but wasted energy. There's no rewriting the stars. I can't have him and he can't have me. "What are you thinking about?" Xavier's soft voice pulls me from my internal dilemma.

I shake my head and let a small smile pull at my lips as I lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips. "Nothing" I whisper before diving back in wanting to stay like this, but knowing we can't.

"Oh look at that" He directs his gaze in the same direction that I'm looking right out the living room window. "The sunset is beautiful isn't it?" He simply nods before pulling me back into a passionate kiss. I'll enjoy him one last time because after tonight. We can never meet again.

Xavier's POV

She was gone. I woke up alone in her bed with just her hunter watch in my hand. Panic immediately set in as I scrambled out of bed searching her apartment for her. The only thing missing was a few clothes and her favorite duffle.

"I have to find her" I told myself as I searched day and night for her. I contacted every single one of her coworkers, but none of them had heard from her.

That was almost a year ago and this is my last spring on earth. How does one simply disappear in such a way? I wish I could see her one last time, but wherever she's gone she doesn't want to be found. My little star has left me this time.

Goodbye Sylus

"Where are you going?" His deep timbre voice sends shivers down my spine. My hand froze on the front door handle. I didn't think catch me leaving while in the middle of his usual sleep schedule. I spin around mustering up a tight smile "What are you doing up?" I asked trying to steer the conversation is a different direction.

His red eyes narrowed as he studies me "Where. Are. You. Going?" He added emphasis on each word as he approached me, crowding my space. He pressed his hands against the door trapping me between him and my only exit. My mouth was suddenly dry as he stared down at me.

"I need to go back to my place for a few things"

"Since when do you pack up your clothes here for a quick trip to Linkon?" He tilted his chin towards the duffle in my hand. My mind went blank as I saw his eye begin to glow.

"Okay okay! Sylus I love you .... I do, but I keep having these flashbacks or maybe it's the future I don't know, but every time it ends with me stabbing you in the chest" He eyes me before dropping his gaze to our feet exhaling sharply. "Right in your heart" A single tear slips from my eye as my voice cracks.

"Is that why you have this scar on your chest?" I asked pressing my hand to his chest. "Is that why you're so sensitive here?" He turns his head away as he releases a shaky breath. "I told you it's not a big deal"

"It is a big deal and whatever we're doing here is going to end in tragedy and I can't live with the constant reminder that I'm going to hurt you" His head snaps back up so fast I flinch and my blood runs cold with the intense stare he's giving me. "What are you saying?"

He stands tall and crosses his arms over his chest finally giving me space to breathe. I take a deep breath before responding "I'm leaving"

"Like hell you are"

"This isn't up for discussion" I turn my back to him and yank the door open desperate for fresh air. Before closing it behind me I spare him a glance over my shoulder "Don't look for me .... please"

Sylus' POV

If this kitten thinks she can hide from me. She's sadly mistaken. The chase is just getting started. I'll find you no matter where you go. Our red string of fate that ties us together can't be severed that easily. We're endgame sweetie.

Zayne & Rafayel here....

#love and deepspace #sylus love and deepspace #sylus #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #lads #lads xavier #lads x you #lnds xavier #lnds x reader #xavier love and deepspace #nikaaaaimagine

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akutasoda · 1 month ago

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* ☆ my heart's wish, a lover's gift

╰➜ wriothesley x reader

synopsis - it was, a humble wish. but sometimes they mean the world when they come true

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, small teensy bits of angst, maybe a tad ooc, probably the most cliche thing i'll ever write, wc - 2.5k

a/n: this is my secret santa fic dedicated to the one and only, super amazing sunni @scribs-dibs which i totally didn't rewrite completely with 5 days before the deadline... ahem- hope you enjoy this sunni!! im wishing you the absolute best and more, happy holidays :)

it was always a commonly known fact that wriothesley was always quite the busy man.

he spent most of his time down in the fortress. it was his job after all. although ever since you came into his life, wriothesley did try and spend more time away from the damp depths of the fortress - but when that wasn't entirely possible you could always count on letters back to you or even taking the initiative and visiting him yourself.

even during the holidays wriothesley was still required to be at the fortress, to nobody's surprise. he didn't exactly have the most flexible schedule and definitely didn't have defined holidays or even days off. so you weren't that disappointed to find out that he wouldn't have the winter holidays off as you expected that to be the case.

although that still didn't take the sting of realisation away. even a simple walk down the streets of fontaine could be a painful reminder of how little you saw the man you cherished so. seeing most people smiling and interlocking arms with their spouses or even simply being with their friends was a reminder painful enough to bubble that bitter feeling of loneliness back to the front of your mind.

even being home didn't help very much - opening the door to you and wriothesley's shared abode just to be greeted with silence was always a cold reminder as to where your lover was most of the time, at least the fortress was livelier than the lone rooms of the abode.

you often found solace in the fact that you knew that wriothesley would rather be spending his time with you. but the simple truth was that you loved him and he loved you, so you bore the cold isolation until he returned once more as you knew it would be worth the wait.

but was it really so much of an absurd wish for him to be home a bit more?

it was christmas eve.

the final chills of winter were more evident than ever, promising a few more days of sheer cold. but your day had been its same monotonous routine. a couple of errands had been run and companions of yours had been met - namely as most would be busy the following day.

but you were running out of things to do, ways to distract yourself. a part of you wondered if you could ever get someone to give wriothesley time off, although you had simply no clue on who would even be responsible for something like that

the streets of fontaine had never looked prettier. at least it was a pleasant sight while you wallowed in your own thoughts and dejection.

“may i ask what's weighing on your mind?” the calm, rather distant, voice served to startle you and scurry your thoughts away.

you looked to find neuvillette walking closer to you until he stood beside you, a quizzical yet composed look on his face.

your gaze became slightly downcast and you shook your head in an attempt to send a silent, unspoken, signal of “don't worry about me” before you looked up at him to finally verbalise something, something unrelated to his previous question

"what brings you out here at this time? surely you're quite busy?” and your assumption would be correct, it was barely the evening and so from what you remembered, neuvillette would most likely still be occupied with some kind of work

he let a small reassuring smile grace his face before briefly explaining something about having a break and taking a moment for himself

before he stopped briefly before continuing on a rather different train of thought, “apologies i digress from my true intentions, i'm here specifically to give you a message”

now it was your turn to be confused, “me? from who and what about?”

“i'm afraid it isn't that kind of message, as they only asked for me to ask you to meet them here” neuvillette hummed as he handed you a rather scruffy note

you read it's contents and something was itching at the back of your brain, you knew that handwriting. it looked so familiar yet you couldn't place exactly who it would've belonged to - perhaps your mind was too occupied to think clearly.

a brief thank you and a bid farewell was exchanged between the both of you as you began to make your way to the location. a million and one thoughts raced through your mind as to who would've wanted to see you right now, or even simply who.

it didn't take long at all for the named destination to be reached, neither did it take long for you to start thinking it was some kind of joke as it appeared nobody was there. maybe you were early? neuvillette wasn't exactly the kind to get himself caught up in jokes or pranks.. in your eyes anyway.

you looked down to the piece of paper again, rereading those same words, the handwriting still so painfully familiar yet completely lost on you as to who the owner was.

you flipped it over to see if you missed anything but the blank space led to that idea being quickly shut down. looking up again, you scouted the area to see if anyone was in the distance at least but yet again being greeted by the streets being bathed in an eerie silence, devoid of life.

a few minutes had passed since you arrived, it was cold and the evening certainly wasn't getting any earlier, so you decided that if this person didn't show up in the next couple of minutes you would just go home and confront neuvillette tomorrow. hopefully getting him to tell you who gave him the note and told him to deliver it.

just as you sighed to yourself, you heard footsteps approaching. looking around yet again, you managed to quickly deduce just where they were coming from - mainly by the distant shadow shrouded figure that was heading in your direction.

your eyes narrowed, attempting to try and deduce who it was and you swore from the figures stature and outline that you knew who it was immediately. but it couldn't be no? he would've told you if he had finally been granted time off.

your train of thought, and even slight bewilderment, was very quickly cut off when the figure got close enough for you to start distinguishing features.

features that undoubtedly belonged to your lover, the very same who you were not expecting to see anytime soon.

it took all your strength not to practically run and throw yourself at him - and judging from the way he stopped briefly before picking up the pace, nearly breaking out into a jog, wriothesley was fighting a similar battle.

although, he was losing his. as soon as wriothesley was in a reasonable range of you, he virtually tackled you into a hug. knocking you off balance to the point you would've fallen over should he have not been holding you.

wriothesley quickly had one arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as his over arm worked its way up to allow him to place it over your shoulder, holding the base of your neck. at this point he was practically squishing you, but for now you couldn't care less.

you began to relax into his grip, slowly beginning to attempt to wrap your arms around his frame. it was almost as if the bitter cold of winter was long forgotten and the evening could slip away freely as for right now, all that mattered was that wriothesley was here. in your arms, embracing you after so long.

although it was only a matter of time before you started questioning why he was here. it wasnt that you didn't want him here, if anything it was the exact opposite but

it was simply the fact that you kind of expected him to not have the time to be with you anytime soon.

he pulled away first, it wasn't as if you had the option to anyway with his bear grip making it near impossible, but he brought your hands into each of his as he did so, holding them low. almost as if he couldn't believe himself that he was actually with you.

wriothesley could see your slightly confused expression and he could take quite the accurate guess as to what was the cause of your confusion. so he soon broke the air of silence between you

“you didn't really think i'd let you spend the season alone, did you?” his expression was one that was somewhere between a smug smile and genuine slight amusement that stemmed partly from his curiosity.

the obvious answer was yes.

you knew he wouldn't have done so intentionally, but it was pretty much expected that wriothesley was always more likely to be stuck deep in the depths of the fortress rather than in the comfort of your shared abode. so you hadn't expected him to be around, and even the mere thought of him having the holiday off seemed like wishful thinking on your end.

and he hadn't exactly told you otherwise at any point prior.

slowly, and slightly embarrassingly, you shook your head no and he let out a small awkward laugh

he smiled, “i don't blame you, even i only knew a couple of hours ago after i managed to fight my way into gaining these next couple days due to-”

his reasoning was soon lost to you.

rather admittedly, you couldn't actually care less about how or why he was granted a holiday and you definitely wouldn't question it in risk of jinxing him, somehow causing him to lose it and then he would end up going back to the fortress.

wriothesley quickly clocked your lack of interest in his reasoning and shook his head subtly, stopping his explanation which was losing its point by the second in honesty.

“nevermind, all that matters is that i'm here now and able to spend my time with you”

and with that, wriothesley gave you a smile, “so, how about we head home now yeah? it certainly isn't getting lighter”

you nodded.

wriothesley let go of both your hands, walking away in the direction of your shared home with you by his side. but it barely took a minute before he interlocked his fingers with yours on the side that was between you both.

he raised your hand in his slightly, “how about we stay like this for the journey? wouldn't want your hands to get cold now would we?” he smirked slightly at seeing you practically stare at him in disbelief.

all of sudden, the streets of fontaine seemed all the more brighter and livelier - despite actually having less people in them.

the lights twinkled brighter, illuminating a soft glow onto wriothesley's features as he talked to you about whatever was on his mind, namely what you both could do tomorrow with his day off.

you couldn't help but stare shamelessly at the joy evident on his face - something that was caused by the fact that he was thrilled to be able to simply spend time with you.

the walk home felt unreasonably quick, perhaps you were simply longing for more small moments like that wishing that they never ended - even if the end goal was back at home, with wriothesley by your side which only meant more time with him in retrospect.

upon opening the door, your shared abode feeling warmer and happier despite nothing actually physically being changed.

wriothesley stayed glued to your hip at all times. barely sparing you a minute to yourself but it wasn't as if you minded that much. he followed you like a lost puppy as you went about whatever you had to do, occasionally, and very regretfully, he would part from you to do his own thing before sprinting back to you.

and before you both started getting ready to turn in for the night, he turned to you, smiling softly as he brought you in for a kiss - one that held many apologies from his end but still carried the same warm feeling of affection, almost as if it was a promise.

a silent vow to you - one that pledged that no matter what, he would always hold an unmatched love for you and how he would always return to your embrace wherever it may be as that was his home.

you awoke the next morning, in your grogginess you could swear last night was a dream. some kind of wishful thinking to keep your mind occupied from a bitter reality. fortunately, it wasn't.

it would be hard to believe it was when you could feel wriothesley clinging onto you like some overgrown puppy, almost as if he was too scared to let go of you for his own fear of it being a dream as well.

but it was in fact a welcome reality, as opposed to the one you were more acquainted with of waking up to a usual half empty bed that was always stone cold to the touch.

he stirred when you did, pulling you even closer toward him, a silent plea for you to allow him to indulge in the gentle warmth that was provided by the air of laziness that was still very much present in the morning air. and who were you to reject him?

and to sweeten the deal, wriothesley began peppering your face in gentle kisses. opening his eyes ever so slightly and giving you a syrupy warm smile that was infectious - his messy bed hair making him all the more charming, evidence that this was one of the best rests he'd had in a long time.

it was this domesticity that you both craved.

the snugness of having small moments like this to give the reminder of what kept you two together. love so much more present in these times. just the two of you, in your shared house, not even doing anything, but it was more than enough.

you both could bare those bitter droughts of being away from one another if it meant that this was always what you two could return too and treasure.

truly all you could ever wish for was wriothesley back home in your arms - and he would do anything to fulfil that wish.

#hvntersecretsanta #x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #x gender neutral reader #genshin wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you

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