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no but u donât understand. i am so ready to edit the s3 aziracrow reunion to hozierâs âfrancescaâ
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I got new request for you! Hopfully this one wasn't as crazy as my last one. How does the triple S hedgehog boys react to their lover sleep talks?
Can be first time and how they deal with it over time.
Triple s x reader
Sonic:
Sonic was completely off gaurd the furst time it happened. He was over at your house crashing on your couch for the night. You fell asleep first, as soon as you sat down on the couch you fell asleep, he decided to stay up for a little longer. He flipped through channels on your tv.
He hears mumbles from you and assumed you were trying to tell him something, so he leaned in, only to realize you were dead asleep.
"Wait, are youâŚtalking in your sleep?" he whispers, more to himself, as he raised an eyebrow.
Your mumbles were completely incoherent at first. But after a but sonic slowly started to peice together strings of barely coherent sentences. He tries not to laugh too loudly when you suddenly mutter something about "being too flammable" and "the fridge being haunted." Itâs too ridiculous to ignore, and Sonic, being the teasing type, pulls out his phone and records a snippet to show you later.
Your words are incoherent at first, a mix of jumbled sentences and half-formed thoughts.
As time goes on, Sonic starts noticing that your sleep-talking isnât just random, it sometimes reflects your dreams. If youâve had a particularly eventful day, your mutterings often reference things you both did together. He thinks itâs adorable how you unconsciously process your adventures, sometimes even calling out his name in your sleep.
One night, you mumble, "SonicâŚdonât eat all the popcornâŚ" while snuggling closer to him. He smirks and responds,"Donât worry, I saved you some!" even though youâre not awake to hear it.
Over time, Sonic develops a habit of engaging with your sleep talk. If you mumble questions, he answers them. "Whereâs the Chaos Emerald?" you mumble once, and he dramatically responds, "Safe in my hands, as always!" He jokes that heâs the best at keeping you entertained even when youâre unconscious.
At some point, he even gets used to your nighttime chatter, finding it comforting in a strange way. It keeps him grounded.
Shadow:
Shadow doesnât notice the first time it happens. Heâs too used to quiet solitude and doesnât expect you to disrupt the silence of his home while you sleep. The first instance occurs during a rare moment when youâre resting beside him. Heâs sitting on the edge of the bed, polishing a gun, when he hears a faint, barely audible murmur.
"ShadowâŚ"
His ears perk up, and he freezes mid-polish. He turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you saying?" he mutters under his breath.
You respond with something nonsensical about "flying cats" and âChaos Controling to the grocery store.â Shadow stares at you in utter disbelief. Heâs not sure if he should be amused, annoyed, or concerned. "What on earth goes on in that head of yours?" he mutters, shaking his head.
As time passes, Shadow becomes more observant. He starts piecing together patterns in your sleep talk, often correlating them with your moods or daily activities. On nights when youâre stressed, your mutterings turn into fragmented worries about mundane things. On happier days, your sleep talk is lighthearted, sometimes even funny.
He wonât admit it, but he finds it endearing. Hearing you speak his name in your sleep makes him feel... important to you. Heâs always struggled with feeling connected to others, but knowing that youâre dreaming about him, even subconsciously, touches him.
However, Shadow is the practical type. If your sleep talk disrupts his rest, heâll wake you up without hesitation. "You were muttering again," he says bluntly when you groggily open your eyes. Over time, he does grow more patient.
When you have nightmares, though, Shadow is swift to act. The moment he senses distress in your voice, he shakes your shoulder. "Wake up," he says firmly. "You were having a bad dream." He doesnât say it, but heâll stay up with you as long as it takes to calm you down.
Eventually, he adjusts to your sleep talking, seeing it as just another "quirk". He tunes it out mostly, but its a reminder your still there with him.
Silver:
Silver discovers your sleep-talking habit on accident. The two of you are camping under the stars, resting after a long day of exploring. Youâve drifted off before him, and heâs lying awake, staring up at the constellations when he hears it, a soft, barely-there mumble.
Curious, Silver sits up and leans closer to you. "What did you say?" he whispers, thinking you might be awake. But your breathing is slow and steady, and your eyes remain closed.
"...Time travel is weird," you murmur, followed by something about pancakes.
Silver quickly covers his mouth to stifle a laugh. Heâs always known you were a bit weird at times, but hearing your ramdom mutters and thoughts while youâre asleep is a whole new level of hilarious to him. He spends the rest of the night listening to your random murmers and mutters.
Over time, Silver starts looking forward to your sleep-talking episodes. Heâs endlessly curious and often wonders what your dreams are like. Sometimes, your mutterings are so bizarre that he canât help but write them down, thinking theyâd make great conversation starters later.
"You said something about âpsychic pancakesâ last night," he tells you one morning, grinning. "Do you even remember dreaming about that?"
Silver never grows tired of your sleep talk. To him, itâs just another way you let him into your world, even unconsciously. He treasures every word, no matter how silly or nonsensical.
#team triple s#triple s#sonic#silver#shadow#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#silver the hedgehog#sonic x reader#shadow x reader#silver x reader#sonic the hedgehog x reader#shadow the hedgehog x reader#silver the hedgehog x reader#reader who sleeptalks#sleeptalks#sleeptalking reader
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hi hiii its my first time ever asking anyone idk how this works ( ;ď˝Đ´)
i rlly love your writing, i often find myself staying up late reading through your blogs!! funny bcs u were the one who got me into jason todd (ФĎФ)
anyways!!! i was hoping you could pls pls pls pls plssssss write smth about Jason Todd who has a lover thats a sleep-deprived uni student having a hell week and jason is like "bitch put google docs down and get some sleep, ur ass has been awake for 48 hours" all worried and wanting them to rest and reader is like "correction, 50 hours."
i hope it makes sense (´ 3ď˝)
tyyyyy!!! woopee woopee
Sorry this took so long to get to anon, I hope you liked it either way. And donât stay up too late reading fics but I truly appreciate you reading my stuff, Iâm glad you like them đŚŚđżď¸
A week.
An entire week Jason had noticed you have been forcing yourself to stay up at the dead of night, glued to your laptop all the while chugging energy drinks and cups of coffee as though they were going out of style, and for what? An assignment that determined your future at uni should you not get straight marks.
Jason thought it ridiculous that you made yourself sleep deprived over this but he knew that if he didnât do anything about it, then youâll continue this habit until you were well out of university, struggling to come to terms that you had well and truly burnt yourself out before you could properly start living.
So when Jason couldnât fell you next to him in bed one night, like you promised him you would, and groaned as he got himself out of bed before making his way towards the kitchen where heâd knew youâd be.
âWhat time do you call this?â Jason asked when he saw you in your usual spot at the kitchen counter, hunched over your laptop with a thin blanket frapped over your shoulders and a can of energy drink on one side of the laptop and a cup of coffee on the other side. He hated what this stupid university has made you do just in order to get good grades, it was harmful, damaging and it would inevitably lead to health complications later on in life; If he could Jason would more then gladly march down there and threaten the professors to stop shoving a boatload of work onto their students, but firstly he has to get you away from that damn laptop and learn how to take a fucking break.
âMid-afternoon?â You asked, not looking up from the bright screen of your laptop, where the words scrawled across it in an incoherent mess for your overworked brain to comprehend.
âItâs actually 3:30 in the morning.â Jason replied unamused as he crossed his arms over his chest and you winced when you saw that he was indeed right about it being three thirty in the morning. âDonât you think itâs time that you shut the laptop off and get some sleep?â
âBut I-â
âActually sleep.â Jason cuts you off as you slumped back into your chair, unable to come up with a decent enough response to defend yourself with because deep down you knew Jason was right, youâve hadnât had a decent sleep in a long while and it was definitely taking itâs toll with how lightheaded youâve become as of late.
You sighed and ran your hands down your face. âJason I canât, Iâve got-â
âAn assignment to complete for tomorrow I know.â Jason cuts you off again as he crossed the room to put his hand over the top of your coffee cup upon noticing that you were intending to take another drink from it. âBut I look at you and can tell you can barely keep your eyes open for more than five minutes.â He adds and upon your silence, he puts the cup aside as far as he could before doing the same with the half empty energy drink, and then finally shutting the laptop close despite your weak protests for him not to.
âNo, Jason my assignment, I need to finish it.â You told him with slow, sluggish movements as you tried to pry his hand off of your laptop, all the while biting back a yawn. âJust give me five more minutes please and Iâll come to bed, promise.â
Jason had enough of this habit of sleepless nights, it ends now, the professors will have to understand and extend the due date for your sake as he remembered how often you had harped on about how important this assignment was for your overall grade; However Jason didnât take neglecting your bodily needs lightly and would prioritise that over anything else,you could hate him all you wanted but he was only looking out for you and your wellbeing.
âSorry chipmunk but I canât watch you do this to yourself for any longer than I already have.â Was all Jason said as he then lifted you out of your chair suddenly causing you to yelp in surprise and cling onto him for dear life, now being more awake then you ever have been five minutes ago, as he then proceeded to carry you back towards the bedroom before unceremoniously dropping you onto the bed.
âJason, I seriously needed to get that assignment-â
âWe are going to sleep, end of discussion.â Jason said with finality as he crawled under the covers and quickly held you against his chest as tightly as he could, rubbing his hands up and down your back soothingly. âI know how important this assignment was for you sweetheart but Iâd much rather have you well rested, clear minded and healthy than to ever to have you pass out in my arms from exhaustion. I want my baby happy and healthy and you are neither of those things right now.â Jason whispers into your ear, kissing the side of your head a couple of times before resting his forehead against yours so that he was looking into your weary half lidded eyes.
âLook at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.â He spoke with worry laced in his words.
âYouâre really warm and comfy jay birdie.â You murmured, feeling the need for sleep grow ever stronger the longer you stayed in his arms as it fogged your mind.
âI know, so please we can talk to the professor in the morning and sort something out, but until then no more late nights understand?â Jason said firmly as he held you a little tighter, he just wanted you to get a decent nights sleep and be looked after properly but all these late nights werenât cutting it and were making your situation worse, how were you meant to get anything done when you were half out of it due to overworking and lack of a sleep schedule? Were the professors at your university thinking they were teaching robots instead of humans with breaking limits?
âOkay I understand, I love you.â You replied sleepily as you burrowed your head into his neck, falling asleep in record time as Jason stayed awake a little longer as to make sure you were properly asleep before following suit, watching over you in the dream realm as he did the waking one.
#dc imagine#dc x reader#dc x you#dc fanfic#dc fic#dc comics x reader#dc x y/n#dc fanfiction#jason todd imagine#jason todd fluff#jason todd x reader#jason todd imagines#red hood x you#red hood imagine#red hood x reader#red hood imagines
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(18+ somewhere randomly near the end bc my pussy took over) it is currently 2:57am and while i was writing an upcoming fic, i suddenly thought of nanami, as your underclassman at jujutsu high... not proofread (possibly incoherent) i am sorry i finished at 5am
he's two years younger than you, but he's been enamoured by you since he spoke to you back when he was sixteen on your eighteenth birthday, hosted at gojo's condo.
almost everyone was drunk, courtesy of shoko managing to get her hands on bottles of tequila and vodka. you were barely tispy, finding a completely sober nanami stuck to a wall with his eyebrows pulled together. he doesn't like it here. he wants to go home. but this is what being a teenager is like... right?
through flashing lights and loud music, you told him that cherishing your youth goes beyond what he's seeing before his eyes.
with you being a third year, he rarely saw you at the school. up close, he realizes how beautiful you are and that your perfume suits you so well.
"being a child is just fine," you say, as if you aren't only two years older. "you have your whole life to experience partying."
you end up outside on the balcony, talking all night about anything and everything.
and nanami learns, at sixteen, what uncontrollably clammy hands feel like, stuttering over simple words and the desperation for more of your presence.
since that night, he looks for you on campus when you are between missions. in the beginning, he couldn't find the courage to start conversation, but slowly, it starts to come to him easy.
over the years, he's seen you introduce your older boyfriends to your friends. he's also seen you get your heartbroken because the men that you chose to love were straight up losers.
what is he to do? clearly, you have a type and it's not him. although, he is confident he can treat you far better.
you like dark hair and tattoos, "manly" looking men but they don't even hold the door for you. what the hell is wrong with you? nanami swears, if he was yours, you'd never look back.
nanami is freshly nineteen, listening to you talk to shoko and utahime about how relationships are no longer worth your time. something inside of him feels disgusting because you're pouring your heart out and god, he just thinks you're so beautiful.
when he confesses to you for the first time, he is twenty-one and it's winter. it's been three years since your last relationship and you haven't pursued another since. he knows it's a long shot, but he goes for it anyways.
you smile, hand on his arm, "you deserve better than me, kento. but thank you, truly. i'm flattered you think of me so highly."
nanami raises a brow, "who doesn't?"
you're halfway into your door, smiling sadly. "you'd be surprised."
six months later, you're in cahoots with a horrible man and nanami thinks he's going to go bald early. why do you do this to yourself????
since his confession, he's tried to be mindful so he doesn't make you uncomfortable. but in the most friendship way possible, he tries to show you there are men (meaning: him, he is best fit for you) that are willingly to love you the way you deserve (him).
you, on the other hand, are biting your nails as far as you can, you cannot be catching feelings for nanami kento? you've never seen him in a romantic light, even after he confessed, but recently there has to be something poisonous in the air.
you blocked that douchebag two days ago because talking to him makes you feel disgusting. but you think you might unblock him to save nanami.
nanami cannot be yours, sure he's younger than you and you swore you would never date a younger man because they're so "immature", but nanami is a good... mature person. he is honest and hardworking, growing into his features and in turn, becoming more handsome as the years go by.
you'd be lying if you weren't jealous thinking about the woman that he would call his one day.
you think it's for the better. nanami cannot get caught up with your antics. he's really only seen the good sides and the thought of him seeing your bad sides makes you nauseous. he'd hate you, for sure. then what would you do?
but it doesn't matter, you don't even like him like that! but he's such a good friend you can't fathom the thought of ruining your friendship.
but what if he gets a girlfriend? you're pacing back and forth in your living room, obviously you can't be close with him anymore because that is just so suspicious.
oh my god. you're spiralling.
what do you do? you call nanami.
you tell him everything and more, that you're sorry, that you might be confused but your gut is telling you otherwise. you cry on the phone to him because you're at a loss and you feel so guilty.
nanami does not say a word or make a sound.
until, you hear a knock on your door through the phone and in real life.
"will you let me see you?" he asks, desperate. "i need to see you."
"you had me waiting for so long." he mutters, hips swinging into yours. he has you in a mating press, forehead pressed against yours. "am i making you feel good, beautiful? tell me."
you nod, legs quivering at his sides. "you're so goodâi.. i think i'm gonna cum again!"
he shushes you, kissing you so deeply your mind goes blank. he starts thrusting harder and your mind is so mushy you can't even kiss him back. nanami groans, this can't be real. you feel so good that he might get addicted.
he can't let you go now that he's had a taste. he's not letting you go.
you love him. you told him in a panic over the phone.
you love him.
he needs you wholeheartedly and even though he had to wait almost eight years, he would gladly wait another eight years because if it's not you, it's no one. over the years he's loved you one-sidedly, he did a lot of thinking.
a silly high school crush ended up swallowing him whole. he was searching for you in all the blind dates gojo made him go on because gojo was convinced he was cooked and that you would not like him back.
so to see gojo's jaw dropping when you kissed nanami on the lips in the jujutsu tech courtyard, made his heart swell.
he was always yours.
you think that maybe, you've loved nanami for longer than you've thought.
"thanks for waiting for me." you breathe, "i'll make you happy."
nanami smiles, "you will always make me happy."
#is this ooc? pls let me know if you like... i kind of want to start a mini series on this i have so many thoughts#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk imagines#jujutsu kaisen fluff#nanami kento x reader#nanami imagines#nanami x reader#nanami fluff#nanami smut
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"Momma Y/N: The Unofficial Jujutsu High Guardian"
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You never planned on becoming the mother figure of Jujutsu High, but somehow it happened. One minute you were a sorcerer like everyone else, and the next, you were scolding Gojo for his irresponsibility and packing lunches for your students like they were your own kids. Now, you're the glue holding this chaotic family together.
Scene 1: Y/Nâs Morning Check-In
You stroll into the common area with a basket of breakfast goodies, a warm smile on your face. Nobara is already up, fussing with her makeup, while Megumi sits quietly on the couch, buried in a book. Yuji bounds into the room with that same endless energy youâve grown to love.
âGood morning, everyone,â you say cheerfully, setting the basket down.
âMorning, Y/N!â Yuji grins, immediately diving into the breakfast treats.
âDid you all eat properly this morning?â you ask, eyeing Megumi, who mumbles something incoherent.
Nobara rolls her eyes. âY/N, weâre sorcerers, not children.â
âDoesnât mean you can skip meals,â you reply, raising an eyebrow. âMegumi, eat something. And Yuji, slow down. Youâre going to choke.â
The students smile, knowing this routine is now part of their lives.
Scene 2: Gojo Being⌠Gojo
As youâre cleaning up, Gojo saunters in, his usual smirk plastered on his face. âAh, Y/N, my favorite person,â he drawls.
You narrow your eyes at him. âGojo, what did you do this time?â
He chuckles, feigning innocence. âNothing! But if you happen to get a call from the higher-ups about a mission I mightâve âforgottenâ to report...â
âGojo,â you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. âYou canât just âforgetâ about missions. You have responsibilities, you know.â
He shrugs playfully. âThatâs what I have you for, Y/N. You keep me on track.â
You swat at him with a dish towel. âIâm not your babysitter.â
âOf course not,â he grins, leaning in closer. âYouâre more like... the school mom.â
You shoot him a withering look. âGo do your job, Gojo.â
Scene 3: The Overprotective Mom Mode
Later in the day, youâre heading out with your students on a field mission. As always, you canât help but worry.
âMegumi, stay close to Nobara. Yuji, donât rush in without thinking, alright? And Nobara, please donât antagonize any curses unnecessarily.â
They all nod in unison, half-listening, half-amused by your motherly concerns.
âY/N, weâve got this,â Yuji says with his usual grin, but you canât help the way your heart clenches. You may not be their real mother, but you feel responsible for them in a way that goes beyond just being their mentor.
âI know,â you reply softly. âJust⌠be careful, alright?â
They all exchange knowing smiles before Yuji pulls you into a quick hug. âYou worry too much, Y/N.â
âItâs my job,â you laugh, patting his head.
Scene 4: Bandaging Megumiâs Wounds
Back at the school after the mission, you find Megumi nursing a small cut on his arm. Of course, he hadnât said a word about it during the mission.
âMegumi,â you scold softly, taking his arm gently. âYou should have told me you were hurt.â
âItâs nothing,â he mutters, but he doesnât resist as you pull out a first aid kit.
You carefully clean and bandage the cut, your touch gentle but firm. Megumi looks away, slightly embarrassed, but thereâs a softness in his eyes. He wonât admit it, but he appreciates your care.
âYouâre like a mother hen, Y/N,â Nobara teases from across the room, watching with a smirk.
You laugh, ruffling Megumiâs hair. âSomeone has to look after you guys.â
Scene 5: Late Night Conversations
Itâs late, and youâre sitting on the porch, enjoying a quiet moment when Yuji joins you. He looks thoughtful, his usual cheerful demeanor a little subdued.
âSomething on your mind?â you ask, offering him a soft smile.
He hesitates, then sighs. âItâs just⌠I think about all the people we fight for, and sometimes it feels like weâre just cogs in a machine, you know?â
You place a hand on his shoulder, your gaze warm and understanding. âYouâre not just a cog, Yuji. You make a difference. Every day, in everything you do.â
He smiles, the weight lifting from his shoulders. âThanks, Y/N. You always know what to say.â
Scene 6: The Constant Worrier
Youâre sitting at your desk, grading papers when Gojo walks in, his usual carefree grin in place.
âY/N, you look stressed. Need a break?â
You look up, exasperated. âI wouldnât be stressed if you didnât let the students run wild half the time.â
He chuckles, leaning against the doorframe. âYouâre always worrying about them. Itâs cute.â
âSomeone has to,â you reply, shaking your head. âTheyâre still kids, Gojo.â
âTheyâre stronger than you give them credit for,â he says softly, surprising you with his serious tone. âBut... theyâre lucky to have you. We all are.â
Your heart softens at his words, and you canât help but smile. âWell, someoneâs got to keep you all in line.â
Scene 7: Celebration Time
After a particularly tough mission, you decide to treat the kids (and Gojo) to a little celebration. You bring out a homemade cake, earning surprised but delighted looks from everyone.
âY/N! You didnât have to do this!â Nobara exclaims, already eyeing the cake with excitement.
You smile, feeling warmth fill your chest at their happiness. âYou all worked hard. You deserve it.â
Yuji practically bounces in his seat, his energy contagious. âYouâre the best, Y/N!â
Gojo, of course, takes credit. âSee, this is why I keep you around, Y/N. You spoil us.â
You roll your eyes but canât help the laugh that escapes. âI spoil you because if I didnât, youâd all fall apart.â
Scene 8: The Unofficial Jujutsu High Mom
Itâs late again, and youâre the last one awake. As you pass by the dorms, you peek into each room. Megumi is fast asleep, his book falling off the bed. Nobaraâs phone is beside her, the screen still lit. Yuji is sprawled out, as usual, snoring lightly.
You smile softly to yourself, closing their doors quietly. They may not be your biological children, but you feel fiercely protective of them. Theyâre your family now, in every way that matters.
As you make your way back to your room, Gojoâs voice calls out from behind you.
âStill doing your rounds, huh, mom?â he teases.
You chuckle, shaking your head. âSomeoneâs got to keep you all alive.â
Scene 9: Final Reflection
In the quiet of your room, you reflect on how this all started. You came here as a sorcerer, determined to teach and train the next generation. But somewhere along the way, you became something more to them. A guardian. A caretaker. A mom, in every sense of the word.
And you wouldnât have it any other way.
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In Losing Grip On Sinking Ships (13/22)
Chapter summary: It's your birthday, and it's also the day you're forced to confront your true feelings
Chapter word count: 11k+ | Warnings: Angst, Mild Smut (somno) | Ship: Wanda x Reader, Yelena x Reader
Author's note: Since the beginning of Part II is set in autumn season, I chose October 25 as R's birthday. Which makes her a Scorpio. Things will pick up quickly after this. Enjoy :) P.S. I kept playing "Edge of Desire" by John Mayer throughout my editing
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Next chapter: Fourteen
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Thirteen
Youâre woken up by a throbbing between your legs, coupled with wet sounds coming from that very place. Glancing downward, you notice the comforter has shifted, your legs are spread as far as they could go with your underwear still caught in your ankles, Wandaâs hair tickling the insides of your thighs as she flicks her tongue up and down against your hardening nub. Her fingers buried knuckle-deep in your cunt, trying to coax an orgasm from you in a very ungodly way at such an ungodly hour.
You had not anticipated waking up like this on your birthday, given how insatiable Wanda was with you last night. Now, as your senses fully return to you, you realize just how close she has already brought you to the edge.
âI wantâGod, I need your⌠Wanda, please,â you utter breathily, words rapidly eluding you as Wanda enters you with a third finger.
âWhat was that baby?â she asks in the same, breathless way.
You mumble a series of incoherent sounds, a blend of low grunts and sharp sighs, which elicit a grin from Wanda as she playfully nips at your hip, leaving a purple bruise in its wake.
âDo you want more?âÂ
You nod frantically, mouth open but no words coming out as you buck your hips, trying to pull Wandaâs fingers deeper inside of you.
âMore what?â Wanda taunts, slowing her thrusts to an agonizingly slow pace.Â
Your only reply comes in the form of a moan.
âUse your words, baby,â she murmurs, eyes locked with yours as her free hand snakes down between her own legs to touch herself. "Come on, you can do it,â she urges, her voice low and sultry, causing a fresh wave of wetness to spill down your opening.Â
"I... I want your..." you struggle to say, Wanda's relentless stimulation leaving you unable to articulate your desires.
âMouth? Another finger? My⌠fist?â You shudder at the last option, eyes squeezing shut at the image of Wandaâs entire hand fitting inside your pussy. Thereâs nothing but reverie in Wandaâs eyesâeven when she has the upperhand, the look sheâs giving you is almost simpering.
âY-Your cock,â you manage to get out through your hedonistic haze, kicking off your panties to open yourself up more for her. âPlease, Wands, baby⌠I want your cock.â A moan escapes Wanda's lips, and before you know it, all the sensations you were feeling come to a halt as she moves away from you to reach for the drawer beside your bed. You take advantage of this time to catch your breath, your fingers clutching the sheets to prevent yourself from toppling over the edge even as Wanda has stopped touching you.
A few more seconds later, Wanda is back hovering over your trembling frame with a flesh-colored strap secured around her hips. She wastes no time to line up her cock against your entrance, dipping in just the head before pulling out grazing it upwards to your aching clit, collecting and spreading your wetness.
"Please..." you sob, a tear sliding down your cheek as you beg her to stop teasing you.Â
Wanda smirks, clearly enjoying the power she has on you. She starts pushing her cock inside you again, her hands grabbing your ass as she tilts your pelvis upwards. And then, she spreads your thighs further apart, the sheer effort to maintain the stretch increasingly becoming difficult. But the moment Wanda pushes the entire length of her cock into you in one, swift motion, every single thought flies out the window, leaving only an animalistic instinct that has you shamelessly meeting Wanda in every push and pull.
"Fuck, Y/N," Wanda exhales, her breath mingling with yours as she gazes into your heavy-lidded eyes. She gets lost in the dark pools of your irises, the pleasure swirling in them reflecting back at her. The speed of Wandaâs thrusts rapidly increases, and you can hear the slapping of skin as she fucks into you with a vigour of a mad woman.Â
âI love you,â Wanda professes, the coil in her stomach tightening, the base of the strap hitting her clit in the most delicious way. âI love you so fucking much.â
âL-Love you tooâŚâ you whisper back, gasping the words desperately as you chase your own release.Â
âAre you close?â Wanda asks, fighting off her impending orgasm so you can come together.
You nod furiously before grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her into a sloppy kiss thatâs all teeth and tongue and need and want. All it takes is a few more thrusts and youâre both coming, screams muffled by each otherâs mouths. Wanda showers your face with gentle kisses as you bask in the afterglow, jogging her hips weakly until the tremors subside. Once she senses that youâve calmed down, she lifts her hips slightly, biting her lip at the sticky mess on both of your thighs. But before she can withdraw from you, your hands immediately come up to her ass to pull her back in, both of you moaning at the contact.
"Just stay with me," you mumble, nuzzling her cheek with affection. For now, all you want is to be as close to her as possible.Â
"Happy 26th, my love," Wanda whispers in your ear, sucking your earlobe into her mouth and itâs enough to ignite the fire in your belly once again.
âWere you planning on killing me on my birthday, woman?â you teasingly retort. âThat was a top ten⌠of all time.âÂ
Her laughter fills the air, sending delightful tremors through your sweaty neck where sheâs currently seeking refuge. You take this opportunity to roll her onto her back while sheâs still inside of you, making Wanda gasp in surprise.Â
You position yourself astride her hips, beginning to bounce gently on her lap. With a mischievous grin, you ask, "Want to aim for a top five?"
***
"It's Y/N's birthday tomorrow," Wanda tells Calliope, her smile reflecting sheer happiness at her gratitude for the day that you were born. But a desperate sense of longing taints it.Â
Calliope looks on pensively as she rests her chin on the back of her hand, supporting herself on one side of the armchair. "That must be difficult for you," she says softly. "Birthdays can hold a lot of emotional weight, particularly when there have been significant changes in our lives."
Wanda absentmindedly nods, playing with the ears of the stuffed bear that her therapist recently introduced her to. Wanda fondly calls him Mr. Lemon, attributing the name to its vibrant yellow color.
It wonât be a morning where sheâd wake up extra early to prepare you a special breakfast on your special day, which you would ignore in favor of having her first, loving on her, until Wanda would find herself squirming from your touch, too sensitive from your hungry attentionâ
(And of course, she remembers the one exceptionâyour 26th birthday where she had been the one to wake you up with sex, and she still blushes to this day at the detailed memory of it.)
âthen she would tease you, claiming that it feels more like her own birthday, reveling in your endless affection. And you would always respond by saying that this is exactly how you want to celebrate your birthdaysâeach of them, until the very last one.
As Wanda delves into these wistful recollections, her mind effortlessly paints a vivid portrait of a parallel existence, a life that is now out of reach. She didnât realize that yearning for the unattainable could be just as painful as revisiting the past.
Calliope listens to her, empathic and attentive. Despite their previous discussion on forgiveness, itâs clear that Wanda continues to struggle with it.Â
She already suspects Wanda's response before she even asks, "Have you thought about wishing her a happy birthday?"
With a shake of her head and a soft, "No," Wanda confirms her suspicion.
Calliope's intuition was spot-on. "Why haven't you?" she probes.
âI basically ruined her life,â Wanda says matter-of-factly. âI don't want to upset her on her special day by reminding her of my existence and the pain I caused."
And there it isâthe profound remorse and guilt that still haunted her. Calliope gently suggests another way to look at things.
"Wanda, I understand your concerns and your desire to protect Y/Nâs happiness, but have you thought about the possibility that reaching out on her birthday might bring some closure or healing for both of you?" she says, watching Wandaâs reaction.
"But how can I bring healing when I'm the one who caused the pain?" she questions, letting out a hollow laugh.
âHealing isn't simple, Wanda. It's about facing our mistakes, owning up to them, and showing real regret. By sending a birthday message, you can show her how you've matured and changed. It might not lead to her forgiving you right away or a quick fix, but it can be a big step towards personal development and empathy.â
Wanda considers this for a moment. Things between you have been rather peaceful and ordinary. But the depth of your connection has never gone deeper than the superficial level. It resembles the kind of relationship she has with her doorman or her most loyal customersâpolite exchanges, pleasant conversations, but lacking the depth and substance she desires. Not even the topic of Sparky could be considered personal, as she can talk about her dog with just about anyone she encounters on the street. The only relief she finds is in the fact that you no longer recoil at the sight of her or emit heavy sighs that betray your wariness of her.
Other than those things, Wanda has no clue where she stands.
"Would she even want to hear from me?" Wanda questions, her voice wavering. âI mean, we have a lot of great memories from her birthdays. I just donât want to remind her of the things we lost and unintentionally spoil her day.â
Calliope responds with a soothing smile, but her words reveal a more complex reality. "Only Y/N knows her own feelings, but we should keep in mind that healing and forgiving are very personal journeys.â
She takes a brief pause, letting her words settle before proceeding."If you do decide to reach out, consider doing so from a place of genuine care and understanding. Let Y/N know that you acknowledge the significance of the day and the memories you once shared, without placing expectations or unintentionally burdening her. Ultimately, the choice rests with you, and whatever decision you make, trust that it comes from a place of self-awareness."
âIâll think about it,â Wanda says quietly, lips lightly pressed together, deep in contemplation.
***
Itâs your ex-wifeâs dark, green eyes that you see, staring up at you as she pleasures you with her mouth before youâre abruptly sucked into the waking world. Your face burns with the guilt of having dreamed about Wanda, moreso when you find that the sensation in your core is real.Â
Except the mop of hair between your legs is blonde instead of brown.Â
Yelenaâs eyes are closed tightly in concentration, her pink tongue darting out of her mouth, licking up and down your slit in a languid manner.Â
âY-Yelena⌠whatââ Your words die on your throat as her lips closes around your clit and begins sucking on it. You perform your role, moaning at the parts that warrant them.
âTell me what you need,â Yelena says after some time, pulling back slightly to blow on your engorged nub. You have no idea how long sheâs been down there, but you can tell itâs been longer than Yelena had intended when you notice how swollen her lips have gotten and how her chin is dripping with your wetness.Â
Despite the tell-tale signs that youâre close, you donât feel anywhere near the precipice of an orgasm.
You can do this. You can squeeze one out just for her. God you want to come, just so no one ends up being embarrassed.
âPut your fingers in me,â you instruct quietly. Yelena follows them right away, pushing her middle and forefinger and then curling them up slightly for good measure. âYes, just like that. Then just⌠maybe massage your tongue on my clit, clockwiseâŚâ
Yelena blushes at your specific directions, but she pushes down her insecurity, needing to get you off first as soon as possible.Â
âFaster,â you gasp. Yelena rubs you with the flat of her tongue harder while her fingers piston in and out of you at breakneck pace.Â
In the end, your orgasm is more like a surrender than a triumph. But in that moment, you feel a surge of gratitude, relieved that you don't have to explain to your girlfriend that you had an inappropriate dream about your ex-wife and thatâs why coming was the last thing on your mind this morning.
As you catch your breath, Yelena slowly crawls up to you, resting her cheek on your clothed chest and looking at you with concern.
âWas that okay? I mean, that has always been a fantasy of mine, but it just occurred to me that we didnât really talk aboutââ
You caress her lips with the pad of your thumb, interrupting her with a tender gesture.
âYou were great,â you assure her, your lips twitching into a slight smile. Your words are genuine. Even if the pleasure hadn't been as intense as usual, you appreciated her early morning efforts to make you feel desired on your birthday. "But I agree. For any future similar experiences, we should definitely talk about it first.â
Yelena whispers an apology, her voice barely holding up against her worry. Her gaze is locked onto yours, seeking forgiveness, even as you reassure her.
Feeling her need for comfort, you gently coax, "Come here," your voice soft as a feather as you tenderly tilt her chin upwards. This enables your lips to find hers in a tender kiss, one that is meant to express your gratitude more than words could. Yelena responds ardently to the kiss, reciprocating the sentiment behind it.
"Happy 30th, baby," Yelena whispers, and as she pulls away, a sense of dĂŠjĂ vu creeps up your spine, the familiarity of her words tugging at your memory.Â
Itâs the most silly thing, but in the rush of daily life, you had somehow forgotten that today is your birthday. You keep this realization to yourself, not wanting to dampen the moment or make Yelena feel any sense of disappointment.
âThank you,â you say, pressing your forehead against hers. Wrapped in each other's arms, you finally allow yourself to fully relax. âFor everything.â you add as an afterthought.
 "Don't thank me just yet. Your day is only just beginning," she mumbles, punctuating her words with a wink.
âWhat do you have in mind?â You shift, wrapping an arm around her so she can nestle into you even more snugly. The room is still dark, with the blinds effectively blocking out any indication of whether the sun is up.
Grinning, Yelena says, "It's a secret," before she buries her face into your chest, seeking more rest.
***
âYou can open them now.â
Upon her cue, you open your eyes. In front of you is a jigsaw puzzle neatly framedâa puzzle that sends a wave of nostalgia coursing through you. It's the first puzzle you ever completed with your late father, a cherished memory that you believed was forever lost to time. The surprise leaves you speechless; you couldn't have guessed that this would be the gift your wife had in store for your 27th birthday.
âH-How did youâŚ?â you stammer out. To your knowledge, the puzzle had disappeared long before your high school years, mistakenly donated to a bookstore during a house move when you had to clear out your room.
Wandaâs eyes flicker in excitement as she recounts the story. âI asked your mom where she donated it, and she actually had already forgotten the name of the bookstore. Luckily, she remembers what it looks like, so I just had to look at every bookstore in your previous address on Google Maps, and voila!âÂ
âJust like that?â you ask, your fingers tenderly tracing the puzzle's features through the glass that protects it. Your eyes moisten as you welcome a flood of good memories with your father.
"Well, not exactly," Wanda clarifies, a hint of amusement in her voice. "It made quite a journey, even ended up in another state. It's a long story, but I tracked it down. I was fortunate to not have to spend a lot to get it back from its current owner. It turns out it's a limited edition puzzle. But when I shared your story, they were moved by it and agreed to let it go."
When your father died, your mother was in so much grief that she tried to burn everything that reminded him of her. It was one of the worst fights youâve had with her, and you managed to only save a couple of family photo albums that you now keep in a storage rental. The fact that Wanda has not only tracked down the puzzle but also painstakingly assembled the 1000 pieces herself in order to frame it leaves you utterly speechless.
You canât begin to fathom how in love you are with this woman. You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from her, the gift momentarily forgotten.
âWhat?â Wanda tilts her head at you curiously after youâve been staring at her for a long time.
âI love you, Wanda.â you say, and you feel how different this proclamation is from the thousands that came before.
A tender smile forms on Wandaâs lips as she responds, âI love you, too.â
You shake your head, feeling a bit silly as you continue, âNo, like⌠I love youâforever.â
Wanda chuckles, and says, "I was kind of hoping you'd say that, considering we're married."
You laugh along with her before your expression turns serious once again. âNo. I mean, come what may, I think I will love you always. Like, if you suddenly die tomorrow, I would grieve til the end of time and then some. But Iâll be content having known a love like ours for the rest of my life.âÂ
"That's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me, even if it's a little dark," Wanda jokes softly, her heart pounding in secret. "I'll love you until my knees give out and you have to carry me, until every strand of hair on my head turns gray, and then some."
You lean in, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss, and then you brush your nose against hers repeatedly until she starts giggling. In that instant, you realize that if you could, youâd marry her over and over again.
***
Agatha is on the verge of contacting the NYPD when she discovers the stainless shutter partially lifted. She's scheduled to unlock Second Chances today, but evidently, someone else has already taken on the task.
Someone who could potentially be robbing Wanda's cafe at this very moment.
Bracing herself for any potential threats, Agatha cautiously nears the main entrance, striving to minimize any sound she makes. Abruptly, she spots a shadow darting inside, instantly triggering a surge of adrenaline in her system. Acting swiftly, Agatha smacks the shutter with her fist, aiming to startle and warn the trespasser.
To her astonishment, it's Wanda who lets out a terrified scream, brandishing a spatula as if it's a weapon.
"Jesus Christ, Wanda! You scared me!" Agatha blurts out, her hand reflexively clutching her rapidly rising and falling chest. "I thought I was the one opening up today."
Wanda grins sheepishly as she continues with her task, mixing something in the kitchen. "I woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep," she confesses with slight unease.
Something clicks in Agathaâs head. She really wouldnât call it a special talent, but she has a knack for remembering people's birthdays once she learns them.
"Oh. I think I know what day it is," Agatha says, placing her bag on the counter.
"It's Saturday, right?" Wanda replies, trying to act casual.
"Not the day of the week. The date. I believe a certain someone is celebrating their birthday today. You're baking her a cake right now, aren't you?"
Caught in the act, Wanda confesses with a faint smile, "You got me."
"Do you plan to give that to her later?"
Wanda shakes her head, her smile dimming slightly. "I'm making this for everyone here. It's just a little something for everyone to enjoy."
Even though she can no longer celebrate your birthday with you, she's found a sense of comfort in remembering it in her own manner.
"Everyone except Y/N," Agatha mumbles under her breath.
"What did you say?" Wanda asks, catching the tail end of Agatha's whisper.
"Just thinking out loud," Agatha dismisses with a casual wave of her hand. âNeed a hand with that?â
***
"Is a blindfold really necessary?" you ask, propped against the car window of Yelenaâs rental. Yelenaâs hand keeps reaching over to give yours a reassuring squeeze. She had been quite persistent this morning, hurrying you through breakfast and practically shoving you into the shower. Her main objective had been clear: to keep you away from any potential distractions, like getting lost in the endless abyss of social media.
âI donât want you getting ideas for my surprise.â she says, her tone playful.
Surprises. Truthfully, you could do without any more surprises. After all, a surprising event last year had completely overturned your life.
"Would you at least tell me where we're going?" you question, hoping for a sliver of insight.
âNot a chance.â
"Please, Yelena. We're not breaking any laws, are we?â Youâd say anything at this point to coax a response out of her.
The car suddenly jerks to a stop. It might be due to your statement, but having ridden with Yelena before, you know sheâs never been the most delicate driver when it comes to the brakes.
Yelena decides to play along, if only to entertain you through the traffic delay. "If I said yes, would you have any ideas where it could be?" she asks, curious to see your reaction.
"Is it some clandestine fight club?"
Bursting out in laughter, Yelena replies, "Good guess, but no."
You have to admit, you feel a tad let down.
"Are we going to a covert assignment of yours? Some of those tend to be on the shady side, right?" you probe further, considering whether your daring girlfriend might have arranged something unorthodox.
"I'd never put you in harm's way," Yelena reassures you.Â
âYou did not just confirm your work is dangerous like Natâs.â
"No, I didn't," Yelena retorts quickly. "Any other wild guesses?" she proposes, trying to deflect the conversation.
âCome on, just tell me.â you whine.Â
"No can do," Yelena grins, finally navigating through the traffic bottleneck.
After a short while, the car begins to decelerate. You discern that you've turned into a narrow lane as the car's parking sensor starts to emit intermittent beeps, signifying Yelena is parking.
With a deep breath, you step out of the car, still blindfolded, and trust Yelena to guide you further. The walk isn't too far, and you can hear the sound of your surroundings changing as you move.Â
"You're not going to pull a horror movie plot on me, right? Kidnapping me only to reveal your sinister plan all along?"
Yelena snorts in response, and you can almost hear the roll of her eyes. âAt least not this year.â she retorts, tightening her hold around your waist. Her touch conveys more comfort and reassurance than any words could.
Finally, a door opens, and you step inside. The air is dense with an indistinct ambiance, which your blindfolded eyes cannot interpret. Then, the sound of Natasha's voice reaches you; its flat, disinterested tone unmistakably belongs to her. âYou didnât have to blindfold her, Lena.â Natasha remarks with a bored drawl.
At that, the cloth falls away from your eyes to reveal the friends and family that your girlfriend has gathered for your birthday. The room doesn't erupt into the usual 'surprise!', instead, a warm, if a little disorganized, chorus of "happy birthday" greets you. As they rise from their seats to surround you, you hardly have time to identify everyone present.
Natasha is the first to approach, her arms wrapping around you in a quick hug. "Don't hog all the cake," she teases.
Laughing, you retort, "Three slices aren't too many."
A smirk tugs at her lips as she quips, "Not if you cut the cake into four pieces, you goof."
You shoot her a mock glare, which quickly melts into a smile. "Thanks for being here, Nat."
âItâs my third favorite day.â Natasha reasons fondly, having previously stated that her favorite days are Christmas, Yelenaâs birthday and yoursâin that particular order. As soon as she steps out of your embrace, another person takes their moment with you.
"Happy birthday, bud," Clint, the owner of this house in Staten Island, envelops you in a tight hug, his biceps squeezing your shoulders a bit too firmly. Despite him being primarily Natasha's friend, the two of you have shared enough meaningful conversations for you to regard him as a friend of your own.
"Great to see you, Clint. Thanks," you respond as you return his hug.
The real surprise, however, comes from seeing Scott as part of Yelena's plan. "Hey there, rockstar!" he greets you with a high-five instead of the usual hug, adding to the sense of novelty in the celebration.
âScott!â You can't help but exclaim, pulling him into a spontaneous hug. He seems surprised at first, but then his arm circles around you in response, returning the unexpected show of affection.
"I heard you're doing really well at Stark Industries," he says proudly. "I always knew you had it in you."
"Wait, how did you know about that?" you question.
"They called me for a recommendation," he reveals with a smile.
The news that Scott played a role in securing your job prompts you to lunge back at him for another quick hug. âFinally, we can now start drinking!â he exclaims with a jovial pat on your back before making a beeline for the fridge to grab a cold beer.
The final guest to approach you is none other than your own mother. You sneak a glance at Yelena, her grin wide as she watches your surprised expression.
"Forgot to tell me about your new sweetheart, did you?" your mother gently teases, diverting her gaze from you to Yelena. "She's absolutely stunning and delightful. Happy birthday, my darling!"
Even though youâre not sure what to make of it, hearing your mother subtly hint at you that she likes Yelena gives you a sense of relief. But at the same time, it also makes you wonder what Yelena has that she never found in Wanda; how she went ahead and warmed up instantly to a month-old flame, but never to the woman who had been an integral part of your life for over a decade.
"Thanks, mom," you murmur, allowing her to plant kisses on both of your cheeks. She then mentions a pie she's working on in the kitchen before leaving you alone with Yelena. The rest of the group disperses, busying themselves with the dinner plans, except Scott, who contentedly sips his beer while puffing on a joint.
"How on earth did you manage to bring all these folks together?" you wonder, leading Yelena by the hand into a quieter bedroom. Yelena responds by draping her arms over your shoulders, as your hands find their place on her hips. This would probably be the moment you two will have alone for the next several hours, and she intends to savor each second of it.
Looking up at you through her dark, enticing lashes, she jests, âEver heard of âpreparationâ? You might want to give it a go.â Her playful words are swiftly followed by her leaning in to steal a passionate kiss from you. For a brief spell, you just hold each other, appreciating the dear friends who've taken out time to celebrate your special day.
"Thank you," you whisper, planting a tender kiss on her nose.
"So, what do you make of all this? Your friends, your momâall of them gathered here?" she asks.
Your answer comes in the form of a heavy sigh.
A medley of personalities under a single roof? Itâs going to be a long day.Â
Dinner is served promptly at five in the afternoon, filling the air with the delightful aroma of home-cooked meals. The dining table is adorned with an array of dishes, a feast fit for a special occasion. The tantalizing scent of smoky barbecue, succulent steaks, and freshly caught lobsters wafts through the room, whetting everyone's appetite.
Seated around the table, sharing stories and laughter are the people who mean the most to you, even as youâd occasionally stare blankly at an empty chair, trying not to imagine a specific person sitting on it.Â
And then, when you least expect it, Natasha raises her glass, a sly smile on her lips. "To our incredibly lucky friend, who managed to survive another year without getting themselves into too much trouble. Happy birthday, I guess."
The room erupts in a languorous laughter, glasses clinking together as everyone joins in the toast, and then Scott, already nursing a buzz since around the time you arrived, suggests that your girlfriend give you a toast as well. Both you and Yelena blush at that, and then your mother claps eagerly, prompting Yelena to stand up, your steady gaze the only thing thatâs tethering her as she prepares to give her message.
âFate has a funny way of bringing people back together," Yelena starts her speech, a bit nervous addressing you with everyone, including your mother, watching. âEspecially when you thought youâve lost your chance with someone for good. Years ago, life took us down different roads, and we went our separate ways before college. We only reconnected last year, and I could have never guessed then where we would be now."
"Today, on this most special day, I raise my toast to second chances,â Yelena proclaims, her voice growing steadier with each word. âTo the persistence of love that withstands the passage of time, the might of forgiveness, and the firm belief that two hearts meant to be together will always find their way back to each other.â
Tears prickle at the back of your eyes, threatening to fall. Second chances. Those words seem to hold so much more meaning now. They encapsulate both an idea and a realityâa reality crafted by the person pleading for this chance the most. In that moment, you realize that second chances are not merely givenâthey are earned, fought for, and nurtured. They require courage, vulnerability, and a willingness to embrace the unknown. It's a tender interplay between the echoes of the past and the whispers of tomorrow, a nuanced shift between clutching the remnants of what once was and boldly striding towards what could be.
"To Y/N, the one who holds my heart, thank you for coming back into my life and giving us this opportunity to be together again." Yelena concludes. As the clapping dies down, she strides towards you, her hand tenderly caressing your cheek. âHappy birthday,â she whispers.
You mouth the words, "Thank you," the syllables forming on your lips with an almost reverent hush. She gives you a blinding smile, opting to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, aware of her sister's presence and feeling a touch self-conscious to kiss you where she really wants to.
With the conversations shifting to lighter subjects and laughter filling the air, Clint's voice cuts through the lively chatter to share something with the group. His statement catches everyone's attention, and they turn their focus to him.
"You guys know I own a small practice in Brooklyn, right?"Â
Everybody nods except for your mother, who is meeting these people for the first time, with the exception of Natasha.
Caught in his reverie, Clint pushes on. "I believe I've bumped into Wanda a few times in the same building," he reflects. "Although, I don't think she has noticed me." Suddenly, he seems to recall the sensitive nature of the topic, his gaze flitting over to you and then Yelena, perhaps prompted by the pointed glare Natasha sends his way. He adds hastily, "No hard feelings about mentioning her, right? Just an observation, that's all."
Yelena locks eyes with you, as if letting be the judge of that. "It's okay," you tell Clint before taking a generous sip of your wine.
With your permission, he presses for more information. âI've seen her going to Dr. Calliope William's clinic,â he reveals. âThe doc is a renowned psychiatrist and therapist who used to specialize in treating celebrities with substance abuse issues. But she's been relatively low-profile lately.â
âSo, Wanda is her patient?â Natasha asks for confirmation.
âThatâs right, although I never took Wanda for an addict.â comes Clintâs reply.
Though itâs the first time youâre hearing this, you're quick to dispel any misconceptions about your ex-wife. "She's not an addict," you state unequivocally.
Scott steps in. âWell, you haven't been in contact with her for a while. She could've slipped into that lifestyle without you knowing.â
Yelena clears her throat and then smiles wryly and says, âActually, Y/N, has seen her recently.âÂ
Natashaâs question slices through the atmosphere, sharp and demanding. âHow recently?â
âLast week,â you admit. âAnd the week before that.â
Upon hearing your admission, Natasha noticeably squirms in her chair, avoiding meeting anyone's gaze. "I need some air," she mutters, quickly excusing herself as she dashes outside.
Noting Natasha's distressed reaction to your revelation, you rise from your seat, gesturing for Yelena to stay put, as you follow after Natasha.
This isn't exactly how you envisioned your birthday unfoldingâthen again, when you woke up this morning, you hadn't even remembered it was your birthday in the first place.Â
Stepping out into the brisk evening air, a shudder ripples through you. Natasha stands by the bonfire, her arms hugging her torso, the fire's enchanting light casting deep shadows on her tensed features.
âYou haven't been entirely truthful with me, have you?â she asks, her gaze set on the flickering flames which paint the night in warm hues.
"Natâ"
âYou could've told me when I came by your office. But instead, I have to hear it now, from my own sister of all people,â she articulates, her voice steady yet laced with sorrow. âAnd she seems fine with it, which I find hard to comprehend.â
âWhat are you insinuating?â you ask, annoyance seeping into your voice as you rake a hand through your hair. âI'm not doing anything that could hurt her. I have been straightforward with her from the onsetââ
"If you genuinely believe you're not doing anything wrong, then you would've told me that you're still in touch with Wanda.â Natasha reasons, her gaze piercing as she drives home her point.
You open your mouth hotly, prepared to defend yourself, but Natasha raises a hand to cut you off before you can even begin.
"Because I can't think of any other reason why you would keep it from meâyour best friend," Natasha declares.
âNatasha, Iââ you really donât know how to end this sentence, mostly because youâre not ready to admit that Natashaâs right. Natasha has always had an uncanny ability to see through your facades, to understand you even when you don't fully understand yourself.
In the end, you decide to lay it all out, starting from the beginning. You recount the moment when Wanda unexpectedly appeared at your apartment, only to be met by Yelena. You explain how you received a call from Vision, asking for your help to bring Wanda home. You tell her about Sparkyâs delicate condition, the sole reason why Wanda sought you out. You explain your desire to have a civil relationship with Wanda, free from resentment, and your intention to move forward without completely cutting her out of your life.
Yet, Natasha just sneers at the last bit.
"Look, I get that you still have difficulty saying no to people and upsetting them because youâre such a fucking pushover sometimes," Natasha begins, her harsh tone making you wince. "But I know you better than anyone, and I can see that you still have feelings for her."
You attempt to cut in, but Natasha doesn't let up. "No, let me finish," she insists. "I've seen you go through this before. You're always trying to find a way to keep people in your life, even when it's not healthy for you or for them."
Her words hit you hard, and despite the obvious discomfort and hurt look on your face, Natasha continues, her tone compassionate yet insistent, "Sometimes, in order to truly move on and find happiness, you need to cut off certain people from your life. It's not easy, and it may hurt in the short term, but it's necessary for your own well-being and for the sake of your current relationship."
A lump forms in your gut as Natasha's words sink in. Deep down, you know she may have a point, yet accepting it feels like a difficult pill to swallow. You value her opinion and know that she only wants the best for you, even if it's hard to hear.
"I understand that it's not an easy decision to make," Natasha adds, her tone softening. "But I don't want to see you hurt Yelena or yourself in the process. You deserve a fresh start. You canât be living in the present with one foot in the past."
âThe world isnât black or white, Nat. You seriously canât mean that the only way I can move on is to hurt someoneâs feelings.â
"I know you have a big heart, and that's one of the things I love about you," she says earnestly. âBut if you hurt my sister because of Wanda, I canât promise you that this wonât come between us.â
Once again, your mouth opens to say something, but the words continue to elude you.
âI know thatâs a lot to take in and I should go. I really do wish you a happy birthday.â Following that, Natasha heads back inside only to say goodbye to everyone.
Your mother finds you in one of the bedrooms, gazing out the window while Yelena and Clint busy themselves clearing the table and washing the dishes after dinner. Meanwhile, Scott has already dozed off in the living room, clearly done for the night.
âYou have the same look you had at your dad's funeral,â she says to you, as she steps in and gently closes the door behind her.
You offer a weak smile at your motherâs lack of filter.Â
âThank you for being here, mom,â you say, your steps laden as you approach your mother, who stands uncertainly next to a petite, pink children's wardrobe. It's only then that you recognize you've strayed into one of Clint's daughter's rooms. There's an undeniable innocence to the space, a sense of tranquility that pulls you back to a time when life was simpler, and your family hadn't been burdened by impacts of your father's passing and the subtle strain it has put on your relationship with your mother over the years.
You envelop her in a hug. She feels so tiny and fragile in your arms, so different from the woman whose anger you used to cower from, whose opinion always intimidated you as a teenagerâwho used to carry you home when youâve exhausted yourself in the playground near where you grew up.Â
Life seems like a long, winding road when you look at it from a child's perspective. And sometimes it stays that way even as an adult, with various distractions vying for your attention. But in reality, while there are still many years left in you, you may very well be nearing the end of your time with some of the most important people in your life. Your mother, at 60 years old, stands before you. Taking into account the current average human lifespan, she probably has about 30 summers leftâand among those remaining summers, it's uncertain which ones you'll be fortunate enough to fully share with her. Even if it's just a single day per summer, that amounts to a mere 30 precious days left with her. You're approaching the endgame.
In your mind, you can't appreciate Yelena enough for involving your mother in this intimate gathering.
"She's quite determined, that girl," your mother exhales on your shoulder. "I can see that she's good for you."
"She is," you respond with a faint smile.
"But why does it seem like it's not enough?"
âWhat do you mean? Itâs been a long day. Nat and I got into a heated argumentââ
âThis doesn't seem like Natasha's doing at all, dear. Every time I've seen you appear as though the world is closing in on you, it's always been because of her.â
Wanda.
Taken aback, you retreat, needing room to digest her words. Your jaw tightens as you counter, "That's a very unfair assumption you're making."
Your mother gently suggests, "It's merely an observationâ"
âYou donât get to tell me what I feelânot when you never gave Wanda the chance youâre giving to Yelena now. Donât pretend now that you knew anything about how important Wanda isâwas to me.â
âIt doesnât matter what I thinkââ
"Of course it matters!" The words exploding from your mouth would likely echo downstairs, if not for the loud music that Clint turned on to mask Scottâs snores.
âIt has always mattered to me,â you continue, quietly now. âIt mattered to me that the two people I love most in the world loved each other.â Your voice fades into a hushed tone, and the silence lingers, broken only by the sound of your breathing.
âI... I did love Wanda. How could I not? She brought so much happiness into your life. I just couldn't bring myself to like her," she says, defeatedly. Slowly, she makes her way to the window, standing in the very spot where you had previously stood. The view outside is truly enchantingâa moonlit scene painted in shades of blue, casting ethereal shadows that seem to belong only in fairytales.Â
If only life were as simple as a fairytale, where everyone could find their happy ending. Perhaps then, on your birthday, all your wishes would have a chance to come true.
âWhy?â you ask.
Your mother looks over her shoulder with a questioning look.Â
"Why don't you like Wanda?" you press.
"You might think I'm being irrational," she warns.
âTry me.â you challenge, eager to hear whatever her reasons are.
With a sigh, she relents. "Well, I guess I've struggled with the notion that Wanda has provided all the love and support you need, leaving no space for me anymore. And for a while, it seemed that way."
âMomââ
âItâs true, honey,â she continues. âWhen your father passed away⌠being left alone to raise a child was a burden. Your father had always been better than me. He knew how to communicate with youâbasically everything there is about being a good parent. So, I relied heavily on him. But when he was gone, I felt utterly lost... I saw you as this enormous responsibility that he left in my care, and that's why, as you've noticed while growing up, I was often a bit angry.âÂ
She pauses, shrinking away, letting the silence creep back in as she gathers her thoughts.Â
âYou needed me all along. Just like you sought out your father, you looked for him in me, as if hoping to find a part of him that lives on. And surprisingly, instead of feeling burdened, it became my source of comfort. I became dependent on your dependence on me. I found joy in being needed and believed I could provide everything necessary for your happiness. Your happiness was your fatherâs priority. I definitely took a backseat when you were born. But then I learned whyâbecause youâre the most wonderful thing to ever happen to us.
âAnd then Wanda came along, like a beacon.â she says. Wanda entered the picture long before your mother got to meet her. She effortlessly dominated your conversations, each call becoming an ode to her presence. Your decisions and availability always revolved around Wanda.Â
Your mother saw the danger in that because it meant that Wanda, while being the key to your happiness, was also your greatest undoing.
âI never abandoned you, mom.â you say, a soft, sad declaration.Â
"I know, sweetheart. My reservations about Wanda had nothing to do with you or your actions. It was the fear that if she ever broke your heart, it would change you in ways I couldn't bear to see. And now, I witness that change unfolding before my eyes. As your mother, it pains me to see my daughter living a half-life."
âI'm not... it's not what you think..." you try to protest, but your voice falters; something wet hits your hands on your lap, and it dawns on you that you've started crying.
âYouâre not living. Youâre surviving,â she softly reiterates. âYou may not want to admit it right now, but as your mother, I want you to know that I see you. You never have to hide from me because I will always look at you with love and understanding, never with judgment."
âI don't know what to do," you whisper, covering your face with your hands, your fingers scratching at your scalp in frustration. You feel your mother settle beside you, her arm wrapping around your shoulders, offering a comforting presence.
"Because you love Yelena too?" she asks tentatively.
You nod. âI really do.â
***
In the afternoon, Second Chances radiates a serene atmosphere, bathed in the glowing, honey-hued light of the setting sun filtering through its windows. A scant number of patrons fill the snug interior, sipping their drinks in solitude, lost in their own personal spheres. Wanda is nestled at a corner table, with a piece of cake served on a dainty plate before her. It's the final slice of the birthday cake she had lovingly prepared for you, and she delights in each mouthful, luxuriating in the sweet caramel's contrast with the dark chocolate's bitterness.
As Wanda savors her final bite, Agatha approaches, her fingers already retrieving a pack of cigarettes from her sweater. "Hey, Wanda," she murmurs, gesturing towards the exit. "Fancy a smoke break? The crisp fall air might do us some good."
"I'd prefer a walk, actually. I quit smoking a while ago," Wanda proposes, already on her feet, carrying her plate and fork to the kitchen. With a nod of understanding, Agatha waits patiently by the entrance.
Thereâs only a few more hours before your birthday comes to an end. She clings to her phone, fingers hovering over the screen, drafting and redrafting messages that remain unsent. Time is slipping through her fingers, and uncertainty clouds her mind. Will you be available to read her words? Will she have the courage to press send?
Yet, the fear of rejection and the unknown continues to hold her back.
"How are you holding up?" Agatha's voice pierces the silence, yanking Wanda back to the present.
"Okay, I guess," Wanda responds, her hands and phone disappearing into her pockets for warmth.
"You can be yourself around me, you know? I'm no longer your boss," Agatha assures, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "In fact, the roles have reversed now, haven't they?"
Wanda closes her eyes, her face tilting skyward, as she lets out a quiet sigh, "I miss her. I miss us."
Agatha nods in understanding. Throughout the day, she's watched Wanda's forced cheerfulness, a thinly veiled attempt to hide her longing for somethingâsomeoneâgone. Often, she'd see Wanda gazing at nothing in particular, her body present, but her soul evidently elsewhere.
She attempts to find words of comfort, but realizes that a shot of tequila would likely do a better job of it.
âHave you wished her a happy birthday yet?â Agatha gently asks.
"I've been trying to, but I can't seem to find the right words," Wanda admits.
âHow about just âhappy birthdayâ?â
A soft laugh escapes Wanda at this. It's bittersweet how everyone else can simply wish you with ease, while her own vocabulary falls short in expressing the depth of her feelings.
"I'm overthinking, I know," Wanda murmurs, her foot idly nudging a stone on the sidewalk.
Agathaâs eyes soften. âWhen you look at it, much of what makes us suffer happens inside here,â she says, tapping a finger to the side of her head. âOur fears are often our own creation.â
Wanda ponders on Agatha's words for a while, the weight of self-imposed expectations sinking in. She wishes she hadn't set such high expectations for herself and instead had embraced the simplicity of greeting you with a heartfelt "happy birthday" from the start.Â
Her heart sinks as she contemplates the missed opportunity. The moment feels like it has passed, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand. Texting you now would seem forced, as if she's just randomly remembered your birthday and is sending a trivial greeting like one you'd give to an acquaintance. But in reality, she had been thinking about your birthday since the beginning of October, carefully crafting and deleting messages, obsessing endlessly over a simple message.Â
As she walks with Agatha, the city lights flickering around them, Wanda wonders when she'll finally find the courage to tell you how much you still mean to her. She wants to tell you about the cake she baked for you, how it became an instant hit and customers are already requesting it to be added to the menu. She can almost see the joy in your eyes as you take your first bite, the taste as sweet as the memory.
She wants to tell you about her journey with Calliope, wants to reminisce about your past birthdays, the shared laughter and inside jokes that have never lost their charm even after all these years.
She tries not to think about the last times, however. Or sheâll never stop grieving.Â
âI hate to sound like a cliche, but Wanda?â Agatha says.
âYes?â
âJust fucking do it.â Agatha tells her, no nonsense.
Wanda nods, pressing her lips tightly together.
"Headed straight home after your shift?" Agatha asks once they wind up back to the cafeâs entrance.
Wanda shakes her head, her eyes wandering aimlessly in the distance. "No, I think I'm going to go for a run first. Clear my head."
âAnd then youâll fucking do it?â
Wanda simply smiles.
***
âI'm sorry about Nat,â Yelena murmurs as you both finally arrive back home. The drive was filled with an uneasy silence, punctuated by sporadic remarks about the ever-worsening Manhattan traffic. "And I'm sorry that I probably triggered your fight.â
You let out a weary sigh, the exhaustion of the day seeping into your bones. âItâs not your fault,â you say. âIt was going to happen sooner or later anyway. I think Iâd be pissed at me too if I were in her shoes.â
Yelena makes a sound of agreement as she begins to undress, preparing for a much-needed shower to wash away the remnants of the day.
âDoes it bother you?â you ask. âMe seeing Wanda all those times?â
âIt does,â she admits, her gaze steady on you. âBut I think I understand itâs hard for you to simply cut off someone who has been your constant for the last decade.
"I can't say it doesn't sting," she continues, her voice calm despite the depth of the admission. "I want you to be able to move forward, but I also know that it's not something you can do overnight. It takes time." she says and then disappears into the bathroom to start filling the tub.
You let out a sigh. You wish it were as easy as flipping a switch. "I donât deserve you," you say, sincerity in your tone.Â
Yelena smiles at you and then says, âDonât make that conclusion yet because I have one more surprise for you.â
"There's more?" you ask, your gaze flicking up to meet Yelena's in amazement.
From under the bed, Yelena hauls out a sizable box, causing you to laugh and wonder how long itâs been hiding there.
"What's this?" you question as she strides over to you, the box in hand.
"Go ahead and open it," she encourages. It's loosely wrapped in parchment paper, so it doesn't take you long to remove the lid.
The contents of the box halt you in your tracks. A memory from another time flashes before your eyes as you gaze, uncertain, at the identical puzzle that Wanda gifted you years ago, the puzzle you had worked on with your father.
"I know we already have a similar one hanging in our room," Yelena says, "But it's pretty worn out. I came across this copy accidentally and knew right away that itâll be perfect. We can put this one together.â
Itâs unexpected but thoughtful. And you feel like the universe is mocking you right now.
âThank you,â you whisper to Yelena, drawing her in for a brief, tender kiss. Yelena hums happily against your lips.Â
âYouâre welcome,â she says, and then disappears into the bathroom.
You sink into the couch to rest for a bit, undecided if you also want to join Yelena in the bath. In the meantime, you unlock your phone and navigate to your Facebook profile, curious to read the birthday wishes posted on your wall. You meticulously scan through each notification, hoping to spot a particular nameâthe person who had always been the first to celebrate your day and the last to share your joy as it wound down. Yet, as you sift through the comments and messages, both public and personal, her name is conspicuously missing.
Following that, you check your text messages. There's a standard birthday greeting from your credit card company, along with a slew of generic messages from different businesses that have somehow gotten hold of your information.
But, there's nothing from Wanda.
You tell yourself it's probably better this way.
Several minutes later, Yelena steps out of the bathroom, draped only in a towel. The sight of her kindles a warmth within your chest.
âOther than the thing with Nat, did you enjoy your birthday?â she asks.
âI did,â you reply honestly, walking towards her and gently pressing a sweet kiss on her neck. âBut after eating so much, I feel like I need to burn off some calories. Would you mind if I went for a run?"
âItâs your birthday,â Yelena's smile brushes against your lips, somewhat relieved. âDo whatever you want for whatever time is left of it. I'll be here when you get back."
***
"Baby, I'm so sorry. I lost track of time, and just..." you call out to your wife as soon as you close the door behind you. Wanda steps out from the kitchen, cradling Sparky in her arms, her eyes swollen and glistening with fresh tears. Clearly, she has been crying for a while.
Wanda tries to respond, but her voice cracks, and only broken sobs escape her lips.
"Hey," you murmur, hastily discarding your belongings on the floor and instantly making your way to her side. "What's happened? Why are you crying?"
"I've been so worried. You weren't answering my calls. Itâs a new town. And I want to be so mad at you right now, but it's your birthday, and I really, really hate you right now..." Her words fragment into disjointed sobs; her voice quivers the more she tries to articulate her feelings.
Gently, you take Sparky from her arms, setting him on the floor so that you can envelop Wanda in your arms unimpeded.
"I'm here now," you murmur into her hair as she nestles herself in your neck impossibly closer. Dinner reservations had been made months in advance to celebrate your 29th, but earlier today, a board meeting took an unexpected turn, forcing you to cancel on Wanda. She had been understanding, deciding to just cook your favorite meals instead. That conversation took place exactly eight hours ago, and since then, Wanda hadn't heard from you at all.
âYou canât do that. I canât bear the thought of something bad happening to you, not on your birthday or any other day of the year," she sobs, her tears dampening the fabric of your shirt as she buries herself further into your embrace.
Guilt gnaws at you, sinking its teeth deeper with each passing moment. Lately, work has been demanding, occupying your time and energy, leaving you with little to spare for anything elseâeven Wanda. With Scott's mention of a potential promotion looming over your head, the pressure has only intensified.Â
Both of you had hoped that today, of all days, would be different, but it seemed you were swallowed up again â caught in the relentless tide of deadlines and emergency meetings.
âI'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm here now," you soothe, peppering her with tender kisses wherever your lips can reach.
You feel Wandaâs meek nod, and then she says, âHave you eaten at least? I can warm the foodââ
âLater,â you say, holding her even tighter, as if trying to merge your souls together so you'll never have to be apart again. âLetâs just stay like this for a while.â
***
Running doesnât clear Wandaâs head like itâs supposed toâlike sheâs expected it to.Â
As she runs through the sprawling expanse of Central Park, her thoughts race just as rapidly. The rhythmic pounding of her feet on the pavement fails to provide the clarity she had hoped for. Instead, each stride seems to bring her closer to the haunting words she had crafted but never sent to you. They dance before her eyes, tormenting her with their unsent weight, urging her to confront them.
Breathless and weary, Wanda slows her pace, finally acknowledging that literally running away from her wants will not trump them down. On the contrary, they amplify, persisting stubbornly until she finds herself reaching for the phone strapped to her arm, determined to compose the message she's been contemplating, but still uncertain of what to say to you.Â
Wanda patiently waits for her heart rate to return to normal as she types a tentative opener.Â
Hey! Y/N!!!
She grimaces at the excessive use of exclamation points.
Hey, Y/N
But that doesn't feel quite right either. Doesnât sound cheerful or celebratory at the very least.
Wanda shivers as a cool breeze sweeps over her, causing her drenched t-shirt to cling to her skin. Sheâd probably catch a cold faster than she can hit that send button.
Your legs are burdened, yet not as heavily as your heart. This birthday has turned out to be the most emotionally taxing event of your life, surpassing even the first one you faced after your father's passing. The physical weariness from your run does little to alleviate the thought that Wanda didn't reach out to you at all.
You start questioning why it hits you so hardâwhy receiving a message from her feels so crucial. As you search for answers within yourself, you're confronted with a disquieting realization: you don't want Wanda to get over you.
Or maybe it's not the fear of her moving on that you struggle with. Because that would be utterly selfish on your part (wouldnât it?).Â
Maybeâjust maybeâyou donât want to be forgotten. Not by someone who left an indelible mark on your life and had stripped away every piece of your identity. Someone who held your heart in her hand for more than a decade.Â
Being forgotten so easily makes you feel insignificant. And youâre shocked that it could even hurt more than her initial betrayalâthat it could leave you questioning your own worth.Â
Itâs pathetic that one text can unravel you this way.Â
Your footsteps gradually come to a halt as you walk away from the running path. And then as you approach a quiet intersection thatâs dimly lit by a single, flickering lamp post, you find the very person youâve been waiting for all day.
There, under the shelter of a Sugar Maple tree, stands Wanda. Sheâs anxiously nipping at her fingernails, caught up in something thatâs unknown to you.
Central Park is a sprawling oasis, a world of its own within the bustling concrete jungle. Its vastness is almost overwhelming, with winding paths and hidden corners that seem to stretch endlessly. The chances of stumbling upon someone you know in this labyrinthine expanse are incredibly slim, like finding a needle in a haystack.
In spite of the odds, there you are, simultaneously existing in the same space. Watching Wanda pace and clutch her phone sends waves of amazement through you. That you've both somehow found each other in this vast park at this exact moment overwhelms you with incredulityâit's bordering on unnerving.
For now, you remain undetected. You quietly take in her every action, the soft furrows of her brow as she broods, the subtle parting and pressing of her lips as she attempts to vocalize her internal monologue.
Itâs an endearing sight, and itâs only then that you realize how much you miss Wanda. Maybe not in the way that you miss her when you were married to her, but just her steady presence. There is a certain peace that comes with her being in your life, a feeling that is difficult to put into words.
Wanda, oblivious to your watchful gaze, finishes the final(she swears it) draft of her greeting to you.
Hey, Y/N! I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday! I hope you had an amazing time. I simply wish you happiness and good healthâalways. Thank you for being born and the privilege of knowing you.
Itâs all she wants to sayâexcept for one thing:
That she loves you and always will.
But it doesnât need to be said. Not by her. Not right now. And Wanda figures thatâs okay. If her love for you needs to survive on its own, she is more than willing to hold it close and let it burn brightly within her.Â
Love always has somewhere to go.
It's because of her love for you that Wanda will continue to nurture the Chrysanthemums she has at home. She will care for Sparky with all her heart and give him the love and attention he deserves. She will keep growing and striving to be the person you've always believed her to be.Â
And before she can retract what she's typed, her thumb accidentally presses the send button. Wanda's eyes widen in panic as she realizes what she has done. She quickly takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and willing herself to calm down. It's out there now, and whatever happens, whether you read it or not, she wonât have to think about it anymore. She surmises that, in itself, is a win.
The message lands in your inbox within seconds. Your forgetfulness to switch your phone to silent mode means its arrival resonates in the quiet, drawing Wanda's attention.However, by then, your intrigue has already taken over, causing you to miss the exact moment her gaze finds you, concealed in the dimness. The glow from your phone screen illuminates your face as you digest her message.
You go over the message repeatedly, with every word causing a wider smile to form on your face. By the time you decide that youâve had your fill of Wandaâs text, sheâs gotten close enough for you to catch the green in her eyes.Â
âY/N?â Wanda blinks, questioning whether she's just imagining you.
âI got your message,â you say, laughing a little, the sound of it coming off a little watery. âI⌠thank you.â
Wanda instantly forgets what she has just written. All that matters is that youâre there in front of her, and you seem happy about what youâve read.Â
"Iâveâ"
"Iâ"
You both start talking at the same time, then stop, chuckling at the coincidental timing.
"I'll defer to the birthday girl," Wanda whispers with a playful smirk.
"I've missed you," the words leave your mouth before doubt can dissuade you. Wanda seems to freeze at your admission â she wasn't expecting to hear from you, let alone those three words.
Before Wanda could respond, she feels herself being drawn into your arms, your warmth seeping through her being. âMe too,â Wanda sighs against her will, as if sheâs finally returned home.Â
Eventually, you both break away, wearing matching bashful smiles on your faces.
âI was wondering if you, maybe, want to get a bite to eat?â she asks.
The vigorous run made you a little hungry, and youâre not ready to let go of Wanda just yet.Â
âAs long as itâs my treat.â you say.
Later, you find yourselves seated in a well-lit restaurant in the heart of Chinatown. Your conversation revolves around stories from your shared past, reminiscing about college and the friends you haven't seen in a while. You tease Wanda about only learning how to use a chopstick when she met you.
You ask about Wandaâs coffee shop, and express your genuine happiness for her to see it thriving. She shares random anecdotes about her customers, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride for Wanda and her ability to create not just a business, but a world of its own.
When Wanda inquires about your work at Stark Industries, you eagerly explain the current project you're managing. You throw around some financial terms that she might not understand. Still, Wanda's eyes light up with genuine interest as she absorbs your words. Even if she doesn't completely get the complexities of your job, she does see how passionate you are about it. The excitement you exhibit when discussing your work is infectious, and it makes her smile to see how much you enjoy what you do.
You and Wanda carefully skirt around discussions of the divorce or Yelena. Nonetheless, Wanda voices her joy at seeing you thrive in your work and new relationshipâto which you merely respond with a restrained smile.
Throughout your evening together, a pair of envious eyes watches from afar. They hold a storm of jealousy and deep yearning, overshadowing the pure moment you and Wanda share.
Vision wonders if itâs too late for some kind of revenge.
***
You return to Yelena late in the evening.
"You seem in high spirits," Yelena observes, her tone barely audible as she busies herself tidying up the kitchen.
"It's probably the endorphins from the run," you respond, peeling off your shirt which has dried since your time with Wanda.
Yelena gives a knowing nod. "I can see that. You were gone for quite some time."
You hum noncommittally as you move towards the shower, not picking up on Yelenaâs subtle hint, leaving her alone with her thoughts about how a simple run could bring you more joy than all the thoughtful surprises she'd planned for the day.
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coffee & cigs morning sex drabble mayhaps??
but of course (ďź ďźžâĄďźž)
warnings: somnophilia, oral sex (f! receiving)
Thereâs nothing cozier than the built up warmth inside the blankets. Itâs hard to want to leave, like youâre rooted to your comfy mattress and to the person you are also sharing the blissful warmth with. Pillows will get moved around and the stuffy you brought to sleep with probably fell off the bed at one point, but the sleep you are in is restful and deep.
At first you think itâs your dream that makes you feel so pleasant. The tingling in your limbs that makes you giggle and sigh as you dream of something otherworldly that you wonât be able to explain later on when you wake up. Then you feel something familiar that makes you stir.
You murmur incoherently at first, your head tossing to one side before going to the other. Itâs gentle, whatever the sensation your feeling is and makes you moan. Slowly your body starts to recognize what youâre feeling but your mind hasnât caught up just yet.
Whatever dreamscape you were in, it begins to fade and crumble as your consciousness begins to awaken. Vaguely you feel yourself rolling your hips forward, a gentle rocking motion that meets a wetness that begins to become more enthusiastic. Your ears pick up on a low voice, one that you are always happy to hear when it get close to that time of needing to wake up. Then your eyes begin to flutter.
At first you open your eyes to see the ceiling, the vague color of blue hour fills the room through the white blinds that donât really do a good job of darkening the room. But the blue hour is a wonderful time to be in. Just right before the sunrise, before the sun shines apricot light through your window and truly makes you feel like your day is starting.
âMmâŚâ you groan quietly and rub the sleep out of your eyes, âHmm⌠TouyaâŚâ
A gentle kiss is placed on your inner thigh and he mumbles, âMorninââŚâ
His voice definitely didnât come from beside you so you peer down to see him in between your legs. âGâmorning⌠you having fun down there?â You ask him, reaching a hand to comb his hair back briefly.
âYeah. You were all cute humping against my mouth once I got your panties off.â Touya answers you, âJust paying you back from last time.â
A few weeks ago you decided to wake Touya up in the morning by sucking him off. Heâs a bit of a deep sleeper so he doesnât wake up as easily, but heâs always miraculously awake once he feels your mouth around his cock. Even if youâre giving him the sleepy 3am blowjob, Touya is magically more awake once his dick is hard.
âHm, itâs nice.â you hum and relax your body. One of your hand reaches down to grab the collar of your boyfriendâs shirt and pull him up towards you. Itâs always imperative that you get your good morning kiss, even if the first thing in the morning Touya was doing was eating out your pussy. Itâs vital to start your day.
The both of you hum into the kiss before he pulls away, tossing off his shirt and pulling his dick through the easy opening of his boxers. You give an off handed comment of lazy but itâs not really acknowledged by him. He swiftly pushes your satin cami top so that your tits are bare for him, his hand giving an appreciative squeeze first before his lines himself up against you.
Touya eases himself in little by little and your mind wanders to the many nights the two of you have woken each other by giving each other head. It makes you want to explore a little further so you ask, âDo you think you can do it next time with your dick? Waking me up I mean.â
âYou sure youâre okay with that? You want me to fuck you in your sleep until you wake up?â He is concerned that maybe youâre just speaking in the moment and not giving it too much thought, but he canât deny heâd like to give it a try. The two of you have already given each other permission to wake each other in the middle of the night for sex, but this was slightly different.
âMm-hmm! Want you to do it!â You gasp when youâre filled by your boyfriend with your eyes rolling back briefly.
âNuh uh. Weâre gonna have a proper conversation about this later.â Touya decides that he wonât confirm it right now. Not while youâre horny for his cock so he doesnât want you saying things that you wonât mean later on.
âBut I already said-!â
Touya shuts you up putting his palm over your mouth and starts to rut against you. God there is nothing like you cumming on his dick first thing in the morning. Itâs blissful to have your warmth wrapped around him this early just as the sun begins to rise. Even your muffled whines into your palm are cute too.
He adores you to pieces.
Eventually he needs both hands to help himself fuck you better. They place themselves on your hips and he holds you in place, finding a steady rhythm that suits the mood of the morning.
âNngh! T-Touya! âM cumming!â You already announce, the cloud of pleasure hazing over your mind and starting to make you dumb. Turquoise eyes look down at you in amusement, already dick drunk so early in the morning. Your hands grasp at your own tits, squeezing them in your hands and pinching one of your nipples for him.
Breathy little moans are swallowed when he leans down to kiss you. âGod⌠fuck, can I cum all over your tits?â Touya mutters against your lips when he pulls away from the kiss, âCan I, doll?â
Heâs given a jittery little nod so Touya picks up his pace. The bounce of your tits and your sweet voice as he fucks away into you, he likes to start his morning this way before getting out of bed.
âSqueeze them together, Iâm about to cum!â Touya gives you a quick warning. You push your tits together and your eyes follow his movement. Youâre practically in awe as he cums all over you, warm against your skin and so thick as you feel it drip slowly.
While youâre calming down, Touya is fetching his discarded shirt and wiping you clean with it. No matter what youâll end up taking a shower but at least he cleaned most of it off first. He remembers the first time he lagged on getting a cum rag to wipe you down, you got a little snippy afterwards and complained that being covered in cum is always hot in the moment but then just uncomfortable once clarity sets in.
Heâs diligent in wiping you down, making conversation about what he plans to do today and when heâll back from his own errands. Your own plans consist of staying indoors, baking a cake that youâve been meaning to try for a while, and then scrolling on your phone.
Coffee is being brewed but only a single cup today; you wanted tea instead for this morning.
Coming out fresh from the shower, you look towards the window of the living room to see sunshine illuminating the space. Being in this personal space that youâve built with your boyfriend along the with sound of him prepping his morning coffee really makes you feel like youâre in a real home. But then again you think that about anything when you get good sex, it just happens to make you more appreciative.
âHere doll, itâs ready.â Touya sets down one of your mugs onto the little dining room table. You sit across from him, putting your feet in his lap and thank him for making your tea this morning. âSo about earlierâŚâ
The two of you discuss with one another over your own beverages. From things in sex you want to try to wanting to rearranging some of the furniture or possible future events that you and him or may not want to attend so you plan excuses in advance.
Touya departs with a kiss and tells you heâll text you later when heâs coming back so youâre left to your own devices until he returns. The first thing to do is make the bed. Itâs a crumpled, inviting mess to lie in again as you move towards it. You smooth away the bedsheets, frowning when you see a dried spot that stands out against the color. Knowing all too well that itâs Touyaâs cum that probably spurted from his dick when he finished all over you, it figures that a few drops are missed.
Instead you start your day with cleaning the bedsheets.
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after hours (part 7)
â pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader, satoru gojo x afab!reader â summary: time to face the music, even if you're hungover. and by music...it's the missed calls and texts and from toji. what could he possibly want? â tags: modern au, academia au, babysitting au â warnings: mentions of alcohol, food poisoning, sexting, slight dubcon, dirty talking â a/n: another longie (7.8k+ words SORRY) but i hope you guys enjoy the foreplay. y/n is about to be dicked down every day like good for her!! but also!! wish that were me! đ¤ next one will be filled with smut so dw u horndogs!! also i'm unsure when then 3sum will come but i'm thinking in like SOON in like...10ish parts (i hope not more). i want to slow burn lead up to it and hint it more before actually writing about it LOL (also ik it sounds like a taco bell commercial in the end its not ok i just love taco bell!!!) đ¤đ¤ series masterlist đ¤đ¤
the soft morning light shines through curtains you forgot to close last night, and the harshness of the sun causes you to stir in your sleep, waking you harshly.
your heart beats fast and you open your eyes and are unable to move a single limb on your body. panic sets in, only to dissipate seconds later as you find a rather tall lump of a manâs leg trapping you in the corner of your sofa.
ugh, how did i get here? why is it so bright? why does every inch of my body hurt? oh god, iâm about hurl.
you barely hold back dry heaving in your laid down position. your head is pounding and you donât like how empty your stomach is right now. why do my legs hurt? i feel like i canât feel them anymore. oh, right.
the large shape of a man whoâs body is halfway strewn across yours, satoru, is now constricting the blood flow to your legs, and you know you have to do the daunting task of waking him up.
âpsst, satoru. wake up.â you lightly pat his unruly head of white hair, but with no success. you start hitting his head harder, as you quickly start to lose more feeling in your legs, until you practically are shouting his name, swatting his head and kicking his torso. satoru abruptly wakes and turns around the small sofa, which actually has no room for turning, so he actually ends up taking a small dive into the hardwood floors of your living room.
satoru lets a groggy yet painful groan. âwhat the literal fuck, y/n?!â his words are almost incoherent with sleep laced between them as he rubs his arms that took the brunt of the fall. âas if my head isnât aleady fuckinâ killinâ me.â
you groan out in pain. âmy legs were being suffocated by your large body!â
none of you answer, and continue to lay still in your respective positions for what feels like hours, until your headache becomes almost too unbearable to withstand.
âsatoru~â you whine out. âmâheadâŚit hurts so much, i feel like iâm gonna dieâŚâ you turn your body as slow as you can to the edge of the couch to see satoruâs face. his eyes are still closed, but scrunched, and his hand is resting on his forehead.
âitâs called a hangover. get in line, stupid.â
âdonât call me stupid right now, satoru. iâm in pain!â you cry out, your fingers doing their best to sooth your pain by rubbing harsh circles on your temples.
satoru slowly sits up without looking at you, grabs a decorative pillow from the chaise of your couch, and immediately face plants on to it on the floor, effectively falling asleep once more. you think thatâs not a bad idea, now that you have more space, and close your eyes and force your mind to concentrate on anything but your throbbing head.
okay, so we got back from the barcade. me and satoruâŚweâŚkissed. we definitely kissed. i remember that. and then? did we have sex? no, that doesnât like us - neither of us are keen on having sex drunk for a variety of reasons besides the obvious ones.
your thoughts slowly drown out as you find yourself falling into a second deep slumber.
the second time you and satoru wake for the day is the most disconcerting: a loud, high pitched scream.
you wake up with your heart pounding so hard, you think youâre dying from cardiac arrest. satoru thinks he threw up in his mouth from how fast he stood up with a headache. both of your eyes look at the direction of the scream and see a horrified and bewildered shoko staring wide eyes and slack jawed at you. wait, why isnât she looking at my eyes? sheâs looking at myâŚoh my god!
you look down and see your bralette lightly torn up and your titties completely exposed and you immediately turn to look at satoru (whoâs alternating between staring at your eyes and your tits). and then back at shoko.
oh? oh. OH. OH! it fucking hits you like a ton of bricks and your hungover brain immediately goes into panic mode, shoving all signals of hunger, pain, and soreness aside.
âsh-shoko, itâs obviously not like that. this is actually so funny, you knowâŚâ you do a failed attempt at a lighthearted chuckle and fumble around for a decorative pillow until satoru hands you the one he was sleeping on.
âyeah, itâs not at all what you think it is. i didnâtâŚi didnât even know she had boobs until likeâŚright now. i swear, itâs not-â satoru bumbles, also going into damage control.
âsave it. i donât care. not right now, when iâm too hungover,â shoko says, closing her eyes and raising a hand up as she bolts to her room and closes the door.
you figure you do the same and hastily get up and grab satoruâs hands. the two of you stumble your way into your bedroom and lock the door and catch your breaths.
âohmygod this is so embarrassing,â you say whisper, not wanting shoko to overhear your conversation. you start rubbing your temples again as satoru face plants, again, on to your bed. he doesnât respond to you so you join him and push him to his back and try to get his attention. his eyes are still scrunched closed and he lets out a groan.
âsatoru, do you even know what happened? shoko probably thinks we hadâŚugh i canât even say it!â
this makes him open one eye to look at you and cock an eyebrow. he lets out a laugh, which makes you let out laugh (against your will). you playfully hit his chest but he intercepts your wrists with ease and pulls you on top of him so that your sitting up on his torso while heâs laying down.
this feels nice butâŚyou know deep down you two should probably address the elephant in the room. you uncomfortably clear your throat and he opens his eyes. âmaybe we should talk about last nightâŚâ you say with a sigh.
âwhatâs there to say? thereâs nothing wrong with two friends kissing,â satoru says cheekily, his voice still slightly deep and groggy. kinda hot.
his response puts you at ease, and your fingers start toying with the buttons on his shirt (not in a sexual way, but in a âthis feels nice to fidget with so i donât have anxietyâ kinda way).
âyeah, but maybe we shouldâŚi dunnoâŚtalk about it?â you question, avoiding eye contact with him.
âlike?â
âlike, i dunnoâŚâ you start to chicken out before forcing yourself to say what you really want to say. âi dunnoâŚare we only gonna kiss each other from now on? because i kinda stillâŚwanna kiss tojiâŚâ your voice becomes barely audible near the end.
satoru stays quiet for longer than you anticipated, and youâre about to step off him to throw up in the bathroom before he finally responds with a resounding hum.
âyeah, i donât mind. if iâm being honestâŚwith us having school and work and allâŚit might be hard to make this an exclusive thing. and alsoâŚi know mia was a bitch to literally everyone butâŚgodâŚâ satoru sighs deeply. âher ass was insane, iâm sorry!â
you laugh wholeheartedly and grab a nearby pillow and hit his head softly in jest. you shouldâve known someone like satoru, someone as horny as satoru, would not want to be tied down during grad school just yet. a sense of relief washes over you as you feel grateful that satoru has always matched your wavelength since high school. you start to think of the second elephant in the room. what will we tell shoko? and suguru? and utahime and literally all of our friends? thereâs no telling shoko hasnât already told utahimeâŚ
âalsoâŚmaybe we should keep this between usâŚfor now. especially afterâŚâ you trail off, deep in thought about the prospect of your friends finding out.Â
âyeah, that sounds like a good ideaâŚâ satoru says, smirking slowly. âdefinitely because of our friends but alsoâŚitâs always fun to have a sexy secret with someone.â
âshut up!â you give him a smack across the chest, before thinking. i mean, itâs not like you hated kissing him. and you didnât hate it when he played with your titties. âmaybeâŚi meanâŚmaybe we can still, you know, fool around still?â you say shyly.
âmaybe we can fuck too if thatâs something youâre down for?â satoru says unabashedly.
you lean your body down, pressing against him, and bring your lips inches from his lips, before saying youâd like that a lot. he closes the gap and starts kissing you deeply, just like the night before. satoruâs hands move up and down your hips, leaving no part of your torso untouched. your hips buckle into his and starts grinding against his already hard member. your skirt from last night has already risen up, so the cool metals of his belt are grinding up and down your clothed core, making you squirm and moan into his mouth.
satoru breaks the kiss and you whine at the loss of contact. your lips immediately latch on to his neck, leaving small wet spots all over.
satoru groans. âfuck, need this off.â he puts his fingers around the waistband of your skirt and shimmies it off of you, leaving you exposed in your thong and have ripped bralette.
your hands immediately get to work and unbuckles his belt. your hands fumble as you unzip his pants and slide them halfway down, his erect clothed member coming into view. satoru lets out a throaty breath as you start palming his hard member and leaving kisses from his neck down to his happy trail. before youâre able to start kissing below the belt, satoru pulls your head up via bunching up your hair into a makeshift ponytail and starts to kiss you as he sits up.Â
âmaybe we should take this into the showerâŚâ he mumbles in between kisses. you nod and break off the kiss.Â
âwhat time is it?â you say, as you look around for your phone. you find it only to see that the battery is completely dead. frowning, you get up to charge it before continuing your activities with satoru.Â
âjesus, itâs 11 in the morninââ satoru says, sounding slightly flustered. âfuck! iâm gonna be late for a lab meeting!â he says, as he starts to put his belt back on.
you frown. âso no shower sex?â
âi promise you, i want nothing more than to fuck your brains out in that shower.â satoru scrunches his eyes, and you wonder if heâs in genuine pain over the fact that he canât. âbut i unfortunately told nanami iâd personally talk to professor masamichi about his referral.â
âsince when do you care about holding up your end of the bargain like that?â you say, cocking an eyebrow. youâve known satoru for years, and you donât think heâs ever showed up to a professional meeting on time, nor did he ever care to follow through with requests given to him by his peers.
âyeahhh, i know but nanami said heâs gonna send a deep web hitman for me after tricking him into my party and forcing him to be on my pool teamâŚsooâŚâ
âyouâre so insane.â
âi think iâm going insane forfeiting pussy to go to a lab meeting, alright?â
you laugh softly. perhaps itâs probably a good time to let satoru go so you can begin your day. you have a laundry list of things to get done that thinking about it is enough for you to feel sick (showering, studying, talking to shoko without satoru there, and more things you know youâre forgetting). âwell, thanks for offering anyway,â you say.Â
âcâmere,â satoru says, holding out his arms to you. you melt into the hug he gives you and look up.Â
âstill seeinâ you for study group later?â you ask him, recalling you, nanami, and haibara were planning to do some studying for your final at the university library later this evening.Â
âoh shit, yeah. gotta clean up the aftermath of last night at my place and then iâll be there,â he assures you, before grabbing his phone. you quickly put on a pair of pajama shorts and replace your torn up bralette with an old sleeping oversized tee and lead satoru to the doorway of your apartment. you wave goodbye to him, and prepare yourself to have a potentially awkward conversation with shoko after what she saw this morning.Â
you scurry to shokoâs bedroom and knock twice on the door, and shoko immediately opens it and lets you in. you give her a pouty look, internally apologizing for the sight in the morning. itâs not necessarily that she saw you topless (you guys are roommates and nip slips happen), itâs more so that you were topless with satoru.Â
âglad to see you finally wearing clothes, you slut,â shoko says tiredly. you can detect a slight joking tone in her voice and it relaxes you immediately. you sigh softly.Â
âlisten, shoko.â you start but hesitate. you want to tell shoko what really happened last night, but you remember youâre the one who didnât want to tell your mutual friends about you and satoru. shoko and you have been best friends for so long and you canât bear to lie to her or keep something from her. no literally, you tried to in the past but she saw through you within minutes and you ended up divulging everything to her. you figure now is no different, and you also trust her not to tell suguru or anyone else.Â
shoko snaps her fingers at you. âhello, y/n? whereâd ya go?â
âi hooked up with satoru last night.â you say quickly, praying she doesnât ask you to say it again.Â
shoko is silent and you cannot read her face for the life of you. âokay, it wasnât even a hook up, i dunno why i said that. we just made out and like sortofmadeittosecondbasebutitâsnotthatserious-â
your rambling is interrupted by shokoâs laughter howling across the room. shoko tries to calm down and collect herself. âwow, i mean, i sort of clocked it because of how you were this morning but oh my god? like it finally happened?â
you plop down on her bed next to her and shake her to make her stop laughing. âshokoo~ stop it! i was really horny last night, okay!â youâre scrambling to defend yourself from this blunder.Â
âyeah, but him? kindaâŚembarrassing, no? i mean i know heâs hot, like even i can attest to that but gojo is likeâŚhot and insufferableâŚlike iâm happy for you but at what cost to you?â shoko explains as she wipes away tears from her eyes from laughing too hard.Â
âi know, it is embarrassing and i dunno what i see in him butâŚwhen i see himâŚshoko,â you start rubbing your temples as you feel your headache coming on again. âi just wanna fuckinâ jump his bones, dude.â you think you hear shoko mumble something about how she cannot stand straight people. she has a point.Â
âso what now?â shoko asks, getting up from her bed and grabbing her scrubs from her closet, slowly getting ready for her shift at the hospital.Â
âwell, for starters, you cannot tell anyone because we said we would keep it secret so you gotta pretend you dunno about this.â you go on to tell shoko about how you guys would continue to fool around casually. âitâs because we have so much going on and you knowâŚi still wanna kiss toji.â wait, toji. tojiâs text? did he respond. how could you have forgotten something you were obsessing over the whole night yesterday?! it finally hits you that satoru finally took your mind off of toji for a while, and that he couldâve finally messaged you back this morning.Â
shoko mulls this information over for a bit, and you already know what her next question is. âcan i tell utahime? pleeeaaassseeee!â she whines.Â
âif you tell utahime she might actually kill me in my sleep.â you say exhasperatedly.Â
âno, no she wonât. she might want to take you for a psych eval or something but thatâs it. she might throw up too, i guess. and she might cry for you. and she-â
âokay, iâve heard enough.â you stop shoko, getting up from her bed and heading back to your room. before exiting shokoâs bedroom, you quickly give her permission to tell utahime but no one else. itâs quite pathetic how fast you run to your desk where your phone lay charging. your practically jumps out of your chest as you see 5 missed text messages from toji:Â
toji: Holy fuck, pumpkin 𼾠your titties are so fuckin insane. im so fuckin hard right now.
toji: Wyd tn?Â
toji: Youâve made me so hard right now n someoneâs gotta help me fix this mess. Im bout to beat myself off to this pic fuck
toji: [1 Photo]Â
toji: [1 Video]
you open the photo he sent and gasp. itâs a photo of him in front of his mirror, shirtless, and him holding his clearly erect member, except itâs barely peeking through the granite counter tops of his bathroom. you open the video and see itâs a video of himâŚoh my god, itâs a video of him touching himself? youâre appalled and turned on because he looks so good in it and you wish it was you getting him off instead. you check the timestamp, and youâre embarrassed to realize he sent this around the time you were having your heavy makeout session with satoru or around the time you passed out shortly after.
the video continues to play as you strip yourself completely, creep to the bathroom, and turn on the shower. as you wait for it to get to the temperature you like, you continue to watch the video of toji stroking himself, and your hand automatically guides itself to your already wet and throbbing core. just knowing toji recorded this for your viewing pleasure (and it was indeed an immense pleasure viewing it) turned you on so much that you felt near your climax already. you start rubbing harsher circles on your delicate bundle of nerves, until youâre unable to hold back any longer. the sound of the shower blocks out your throaty moans, and you end up coming undone around the same time as toji does in the video. you breath heavily as you see white streaks painting tojiâs shower, not dissimilar from your location.Â
through heavy breaths, you quickly send a picture of your fingers resting and covering the bare âvâ on your body. this time, you immediately get a response.Â
toji: Fuck pumpkin, you left me all alone last night and now you do this?
immediately you respond back, biting back a smile.Â
y/n: youâre the one who left me hanging all day :( i had to cum all by myself just right now looking at your video daddy
you hit send and itâs been only 10 seconds before you see that toji is ringing you. you let it ring a little bit longer, not wanting to sound desperate for him, even though you totally are. âhii toji~â you say sultrily.Â
âpumpkin, you better come over tonight.â tojiâs husky voice sends shivers through your spine, and you have to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes in pleasure. god, this is just what his voice does to you? you want him bad.Â
âhmm, why should i? iâm hurt after you ignored me all day, toji.â you try to sound strict and upset over the phone but itâs hard when your body is already ready for another orgasm.Â
âaww donât gimme that,â toji coos. âiâll take care of your pretty little puss- oh whoops, megumi is here, but you know what i mean.â you can hear him smirking on the other line and you almost get second-hand embarrassment from him almost saying a bad word in front of megumi.Â
âhow can you take care of me when you donât even respond to my texts?â you whine. âgo fuck the other girl you were fucking last night instead of me.â oh wow. you donât know where that came from, but the hangover you have right now is making you feel brattier than usual. and you actually do want to know what he was doing (or who) all day yesterday, even if it makes you a hypocrite since you were with satoru last night (and this morning).Â
you hear toji roar with laughter, a little too much in your opinion, and you pout. where does he get off laughing about how he ghosted me last night? âokay, if you must knowâŚmegumi got himself some classic food poisoning from the parent-teacher conference.â though the parent-teacher conference feels decades away, your heart drops for poor megumi and you gasp. âcalm down pumpkin, heâs fine now so donât worry. his friends just made him eat somethinâ weird on the playground, i think.â
âoh my god, toji!â you say horrified. âokay, iâm coming over tonight with some soup. and not for you okay, for megumi.â who are you kidding? youâre also partially going so toji could fuck your brains out but youâre not about to give him that satisfaction.Â
âwhatever you say, pumpkin. see you at 6:30? iâll make dinner.â ugh, he always knows what to say to sound so romantic and you fall for it all the time. plus, seeing a domestic toji in the kitchenâŚgod you canât even think about it because you might end up screaming at how horny you might get.
âsee ya, daddy.â you say jokingly. toji and you say goodbye and hang up. you quickly shoot a text to your study group quickly making up an excuse as to why you can no longer come. while nanami and haibara respond in the group with thumbs ups, satoru messages you privately.Â
satoru: wtf i didnât know fucking you this evening was still on the table?
 you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. what the hell is he on about?
y/n: what r u talkin about u weirdo
satoru doesnât respond, and youâve been wasting so much water already having an entire phone conversation with toji and, admittedly touching yourself that you might as well get in. the hot shower envelops your sore body, and before youâre able to fully wet yourself, you hear the ding of your phone. you really shouldnâtâŚbut you were never good at controlling yourself. you quickly open the shower and bring your phone in, shielding it from the water.Â
satoru: u obvi cancelled to see toji im not stupid
y/n: no commentÂ
satoru: cancel on him i promise u baby i will fuck u better and harder tn
your eyes widen at the offer. you recall a couple nights ago refusing a similar offer he texted you, but this time felt more serious. you want to see toji, but you also want to see satoru. youâre about to mull over the options before an image of a sick megumi pops into your forehead, and you immediately know you have to go to toji to at the very least see megumi and maybe read him a couple bedtime stories and help him with some missed homework.Â
y/n: tojiâs kid got food poisoning :( i feel like i should go see him butâŚletâs link tomorrow?
satoru: heâs using his kid to get pussy that is insane. but yes ok fine cya -_-
you chuck your phone outside the shower, and close your eyes. you try to think of things that donât involve sexy moments with satoru or tojiâŚor satoru and toji and instead think of how much extra studying you have to get done tonight since youâre opting to go to see toji. as always, you fail to think of anything else.
the timer for the soup youâre making for megumi beeps and you turn it off hastily, determined to finish up one last problem set before going to the kitchen. through some miraculous intervention (and advil), you were able to hunker down and solve through the problem sets you were supposed to solve with your study group and prepare a simple chicken soup for megumi. after five minutes, you check your work hastily, before deciding itâs enough for you to get full marks and sprint to the kitchen, which now smells like chicken stock and veggies and you hum. youâre excited for megumi to try the soup your mom had made for you whenever you had food poisoning.Â
you go back to your room and finish packing your bags and picking your outfit for the night. since youâre just staying indoors with toji, and the weather says itâll be a pretty warm evening, you opt for your comfiest pair of fleece shorts and a well loved collegiate sweatshirt. youâve perfected the art of a âno makeupâ makeup look throughout the years, so youâre able to get by with just throwing your hair in a messy bun and calling it day. you quickly grab a large to-go soup container for the soup and pack your bags to head to tojiâs place.Â
you hate feeling like a child but just merely thinking of seeing toji after him being so distant with you yesterday has your heart doing cartwheels like youâre in fifth grade with a crush. youâre also excited to see a domestic toji in action in his fancy kitchen. maybe a bit too excited, you think, as you feel the wetness pool around your core. god, snap out of it already! the night hasnât even started yet.Â
you drive into tojiâs 4-car driveway, only to see tojiâs garage door open. huh, thatâs weird. you normally park in his driveway (heâs asked you to so youâre not left walking to your car during the late nights when you babysit) so you pull up anyway, despite the confusion. you see tojiâs head peek through the garage door inside and he looksâŚoh, he looks kinda upset. youâre about to get out of the car and meet toji but he starts to walk towards you, his face only softening a tiny bit, which is unusual. oh, something mustâve really annoyed him.Â
you open your car door and get out halfway to talk to toji. âhey toji, you okay? whatâs wrong?â your voice is laced with concern. once toji gets within arms length of you, you reach up and start rubbing his chest in an effort to sooth him.Â
toji grunts, and quickly leans down to peck your lips. âsorry pumpkin, megumi just told me he signed up to bring brownies for his soccer potluck early tomorrow morning. nâ they gotta be homemade.â
you furrow your brows even more in confusion. you know about the monthly potlucks megumi has with his soccer team on the weekends, but thereâs usually some silly theme to them (last monthâs was barbie themed so everyone had to bring in something pink). you guess this time around the theme is homemade meals and treats. âwhatâs the issue? thereâs still plenty of time to grab something from the storeâŚâ
âthe issue is i wanted to use that time to cook something nice for my sonâs insanely hot babysitter, y/n.â toji replies bluntly.Â
âohh~â it came out of you by accident, and youâre a little embarrassed as you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. âth-thatâs fine toji. you donât need to-â
âi wanted toâŚand then i wanted to eat her pussy for dessert.â his eyes darken and he smirks coyly. toji pulls your body closer to his and leans down to give you your first proper kiss of the night. your arms wrap around his neck, which he uses as a signal to deepen the kiss by inserting his tongue into your mouth. you allow him and his tongue wastes no time exploring every inch of your mouth. you find yourself moaning into the kiss softly and tugging on his hair, until you hear megumi yell for toji from the garage. you both immediately snap back into a respectful distance apart.Â
âdaddy, iâm ready to go.â megumi says, his voice slightly tired. you grab your bag and soup container from your car and walk inside the garage to greet megumi, whoâs eyes beam when they see you. he runs to you for a hug, which you gladly return with one hand.Â
âhey there, kiddo. heard you were sick last night,â you say pityingly.Â
âyeah i âfrew up because yuji and nobara dared me to eat some weird smelling cheese from the cafeteria.â
you make a disgusted face. âmegumiii, you have to stop doing stuff because you think itâll make you look cool. itâs just gross.â you stand up and turn to toji. âi made him some chicken soup, itâs still warm so be careful but i think it might help him out.âÂ
toji thanks you and takes the soup and your bag from you. he tells you to wait out here with megumi while he quickly puts it inside the fridge. you turn to megumi sympathetically again. âhow are you feelinâ now, bud?â
âiâm totally fine now!!!â he says very energetically, doing various dramatic stretches to supposedly âproveâ that he was all good. âbutâŚdaddyâs mad because now he has to make brownies instead of dinner for us.â
âdaddy will get over it, donât worry.â you wink to megumi. âiâll put in a good word for you. maybe iâll even help you bake some brownies, kay?â
megumiâs eyes light up at the sound of baking a sweet treat with you, and it melts your heart. âreally?! you mean it?!â you nod in response and give his cheeks a friendly pinch, causing him to laugh.Â
âwhatâs going on, you guys talking shit about me?â toji walks into the garage, and you finally get a proper glimpse of what heâs wearing: loose slim fitted grey sweats and a skin tight compression shirt (that perfectly shows off his toned chest), which heâs currently covering up (to your dismay) with a black fitted quarter zip. it almost makes you forget about how he swore in front of megumi. almost.Â
âtoji! donât say that word in front of your son, oh my god.â you playfully chastise him as you pretend to cover megumiâs ears.Â
âfuck, my bad. megumi, donât say what i say.â toji says without a care in the world.Â
âshit!â megumi says out loud, and heâs about to say another word but you give him a disappointed glare, which makes him immediately stop saying more alleged swear words. âto be fair, i learn most bad words from nobara. she knows soo manyâŚâ okay, you need to dissect that later with him.Â
you notice toji reaching for his car keys and you start protesting. âwait, toji, i can drive us. my car is already open and in your driveway anywayâŚâ youâve never driven toji anywhere, and itâs kind of exciting to potentially have that opportunity now. toji seems to hesitate for a bit, purely out of ego of letting the girl heâs sleeping with drive him somewhere, but acquiesces. you give him a bright smile before taking megumiâs hands and heading to your car. you get him seated in the backseat of your mini cooper, and megumi marvels at being inside your car for the first time.Â
âwoah! this car is so small and tiny and fun sized!â he says while laughing, and you ruffle his hair. finally, the first person to ever say something nice about the size of your car!Â
you shut the door and see toji already on the passenger side furrowing his brows while looking at your car. you know this look. youâve seen this look on satoru and suguru, and any guy whoâs over 6 feet tall and is riding in your car for the first time.Â
âpumpkin, i am not gonna fit inside here. letâs just take my car.âÂ
âdonât be dramatic, youâll fit. everyone fits inside this car. now get in.â you huff, already getting settled inside and putting on your seatbelt. toji get into the passenger seat, and the sheer weight of his build causes the car to shake. he adjusts his seat and tries to get as comfortable as he can. you see his legs are bent in uncomfortable angles as he puts his seatbelt on.Â
âthis is the last time iâm getting in your tiny ass car, y/n. i feel like iâm about to die.â oh he called you by your name. heâs definitely hating this butâŚhe did ignore you the whole day yesterday. sure, megumi was sick but it wouldâve taken 10 seconds max to say that through text.Â
you start to back out of his driveway and drive to the nearby target. âyouâll get over it. also, i was thinkingâŚâ you make eye contact with megumi from the backseat and give him a wink and he returns one as well. âmaybe i can help megumi with baking brownies, too. and maybe we can just order takeout instead? spend the rest of time helping megs get his rest for tomorrow?â
you bite your lip and turn to face toji during a red light. you hate to sound cocky, but you know he canât resist you when youâre looking at him like this, and youâre right. toji obliges, but swears heâs going to pay for dinner regardless, and you donât object.Â
megumi fills the car ride with random tidbits and stories from school and his sick day yesterday while you and toji entertain him. throughout the ride, toji alternates between holding your free hand and rubbing circles on your thighs while you drive, which you make a mental note of telling him not to do because it definitely distracts you from the road.Â
at target, the three of you grab ingredients for the brownies pretty quickly, before getting in a moderately long line. while waiting, your eyes wander and see the cutest black lace bralette (pretty similar to the one satoru destroyed last night). you really want to check it out, so you quickly tell toji and get closer to inspect it. the beautiful lace designs are just so your style, and the price range is perfect, too. you make another mental note to come back and make satoru buy it for you.Â
âlike what you see?â tojiâs voice startles you and you turn around quickly, and feel the heat rise to your cheeks. âi think youâd look sexy in it, for what itâs worth.â
âth-thanks, toji. i might get it laterâŚâ
âyou should get it now. iâll buy it for you. after all, your bralette got ripped last night, right?â what. the. fuck?
the color drains from your face and if you werenât feeling hot before, you sure are burning up right now. your throat feels dry and you start stuttering. âwha-what are you talkinâ abou-â
âthe one thatâŚgod what was his name? satoru? yeah, the one that satoru ripped, right?â toji is fully smirking amusedly now, and you look like a deer caught in his headlights at his mercy.Â
âh-how do you know th-that?â you say, your eyes widening at your (slutty) night out being caught by toji.Â
âoh, sorry, i thought you knew. i called you last night, pumpkin, remember?â toji inches closer to you and his pupils dilate. your breathing gets more erratic and heavy. what? no he didnât. or did he? oh my god. it hits you that you answered his call via your body movements with satoru and you didnât know. and you didnât bother checking your call logs this morning because there was no missed call from toji since you technically answered it. oh my god.Â
âyou made me so fuckinâ hard with that pic of your tits, y/n. i had to call you to help me get off, but it seems like you were too busy getting off too.â tojiâs lips are inches from your ears, and you can feel his breath as he whispers in your ear, and it makes your eyes roll far back in your head. âi canât lie, pumpkin, your moans while he was playing with youâŚâ toji groans and you dare to look down his hips to see a tent forming in his gray sweats, making your breath hitch. âit made me so fuckinâ turned on that i just had to touch myself to it. but donât worry, you didnât miss much. i sent you a full video of it, too.âÂ
you have to bite your lip hard to prevent yourself from moaning in the middle of the womenâs section of target out of all fucking places, but you let out the tiniest whimper that only toji can hear.Â
âdonât worry, pumpkin. iâm not mad you were with someone else. youâre such a needy slut who needs to be taken care of, and when daddy canât help, you have to find your own way, isnât that right?â he grabs your jaw roughly and forces you to make eye contact with him. âanswer me, pumpkin.â he says more forcefully.Â
oh, you are so finished. you are done for. your panties are a complete mess and you wish you had brought a second pair with you because they are just ruined. you swallow before answering toji with a shaky âyes daddy.â
toji releases your jaw, but not before giving your lips a quick peck that leaves you wanting more. way more. he squeezes your ass, which you donât expect and let out an unfortunate and embarrassing squeak, causing a handful of people nearby you guys to turn around and wonder about the noise for half a second. toji grabs the bralette and heads back to the line where he made megumi wait with the cart. you take a moment to yourself to process the information toji revealed and get your breathing under control before heading back. you feel like maybe you should be upset about this, butâŚitâs just turning you on? those forbidden feelings youâve been having about satoru and toji taking you at the same time are bubbling to the surface with tojiâs confession, and you force them down unsuccessfully. tojiâs a fuckinâ freak but that just turns you on even more.Â
in the car, youâre still unable to properly hold a conversation with megumi and toji properly because of how flustered you are. you crack a window open, and you bite your lips so hard that youâre sure you bruised them when toji places his hand on your thigh again. a mangled moan gets stuck in your throat and you cough quickly to cover up any suspicion.Â
âs-so, what are we gonna do for dinner? t-takeout? where?â you stutter, quickly trying to regain your composure.Â
âi want taco bell!â megumi yells excitedly from the backseat.
âmegumi, y/n is our guest here. we canât just take her to taco bell. think of a nicer place than that. what about panda express?â toji turns around to chastise megumi, but his hands are still firmly gripping your thigh.Â
you cough again and wish you had a bottle of water to help your dry throat. âi love taco bell! letâs go, itâs okay, toji.â you press to start the car ignition, and ride to taco bell is anything but silent, with megumi talking about the countless items he wanted to get from taco bell, and toji dissuading him from doing so.Â
âeven if youâre feeling better, why in the world would you want to eat a chicken crispanada? who even told you about that?â toji asks exasperatedly.Â
itâs probably yuji, heâs always eating something weird.
âyuji told me about it.â megumi says without missing a beat, causing you to smile. by the time you pull up to the taco bell drive-thru, toji has talked down megumi to reduce his never ending list of taco bell items, but not by a lot (âheâs a growing boy!â you told toji).Â
toji does the honors of remembering everyoneâs orders and responding to the cashier when he asks what the order is. âyeah, uh, hi, can we get 5 crunchy tacos, 1 mexican pizza, 1 chicken crispinadaâŚâ
âCINNABON DELIGHTS!â megumi interrupts from the backseat.Â
âyeah, uh, the 12 pack cinnabon delightsâŚâ toji looks over at you to get your order. you whisper to him you want a crunchwrap supreme and he frowns when thatâs the only thing you want. âyou gotta have something else, pumpkinâŚâ he encourages. you know you probably should, but thereâs no way you can eat as much as him and megumi, which makes you hesitate.Â
âi just donât think i can finish another thing by myselfâŚâ you say quickly, knowing the cashier might be getting annoyed at how long itâs taking for you guys to order, but toji doesnât seem to care.Â
âwe can split some nachos, yeah?â toji squeezes your thigh reassuringly, and you smile and nod.Â
âyeah, and maybe a nacho bell grande? thatâs all for us.â the cashier sounds bored and he tells you guys the total and asks you to pull to the front. in the front window, the bored cashierâs expression immediately changes when he looks at youâŚwait. not you.Â
the cashier immediately straightens up and adjusts his shirt. he looks almost nervous as he reads out loud the order you guys have, but stutters every time he looks up and makes eye contact withâŚtoji. he stutters out the total, and toji smirks at him while he takes out his wallet and pulls out his card, passing it to you to pass to the cashier. the cashier hesitates to run his card, and it looks like heâs deep in thought before he starts to speak, this time more confidently.Â
âum, actually, sir, weâre having a new promotion if youâre interestedâŚâ
toji hums in response. âand whatâs that?â he asks it so sensually that you have to do a flabbergasted double take between the two of them. is this what you think it is?
âyou see, the mealâs on the houseâŚin exchange for your number.â the cashier coyly returns a smile to toji, not breaking eye contact with him, and as a result, totally ignoring you and megumi in the car. you sneak a glance behind you at megumi and youâre surprised to see him looking completely bored and unamused by whatâs happening.Â
âgimme a pen and the receipt and you got it, sugar.â tojiâs response is a bit too quick for your liking, but youâre still in shock as a quickly jots down his digits before handing the receipt back to the cashier and pocketing his card. the cashier winks at him as you drive up to the second window for your food and toji looks completely unphased by what just transpired. you turn to look at him incredulously, with wide confused eyes and your dropped.Â
âwhatâŚwas that?!â
âjealous? donât worry about it, pumpkin. not the first time someoneâs asked me my number for a free meal.â he chuckles, still nonplussed about the entire interaction.Â
you shake your head, baffled. âw-what? so youâre telling me multiple are just? into you like this? also iâm not jealous!â
toji shrugs and grins. âguess so. i mostly care about the free meal, and currently, my eyes are for you.â he assures you by squeezing your hands quickly and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.Â
you laugh at how absurd it is. no way heâs flirting with cashiers for a free meal. you make a mental note to tell shoko about it later, even though you know it will just fan the âtoji doesnât have a jobâ flames even more. âoh my god, youâre a slut! you, like, just give it up real easy, huh?â you tease, but you make sure to mouth the word âslutâ so megumi canât hear the foul language.Â
âyouâre one to talk,â toji says, and you both laugh as you get your food and drive home quickly before the food gets cold.Â
at tojiâs place, toji helps set the dinner table for megumi, while you offer to start on the brownies since you werenât as hungry. toji sits at the dinner table with megumi, and you both entertain him and his jokes and stories as he eats his dinner hungrily. after a particularly disgusting story about yuji eating a worm on the playground (âthis is why youâre getting food poisoning so much, megs!â toji says while you chastise him once again about the dangers of peer pressure), you can feel megumiâs voice get lower as he gets more tired. it makes sense â he had a rough day yesterday, and so heâs more tired today.Â
âsomeoneâs sleepyyyyâ you sing and lightly tease megumi, as you fill up a cup of water for him.Â
âiâm not! iâm very awake and i can watch-â megumi is interrupted by his own yawn which he fails to hide from either of you. âi can watch some tv. i need to watch more euphoriaâŚâ he pleads.Â
âwhat is this show youâre watching?â toji questions, looking at megumi quizzically as he starts throwing away trash from megumiâs dinner. your eyes widen and before megumi answers, toji cuts him off. âdoesn't matter. no tv for you because your body needs to recover and you need to sleep early tonight.â
megumi pouts so hard that tears begin to brim his eyes. âbut this isnât fair,â he whines.Â
toji picks him up with one arm with ease (did his biceps get even bigger?). âtell you what, you go to sleep early, and let me and y/n bake your brownies for you. and i promise you iâll let you have a brownie for breakfast tomorrow morning.â
you shoot toji a frown. you always try to prep some overnight oats or pancakes or something more balanced for megumi to have in the mornings after you leave, but you know toji has to lose some battles to win some to avoid a crying temper tantrum tonight. toji shrugs as he looks at you and throws the remaining trash away, as megumi immediately cheers up hearing about his impending brownie breakfast.Â
toji turns to you. âgonna put him to bed, be right back, pumpkin.â he gives you a quick wink which sets your heart ablaze, thinking about what the rest of the night will hold. your dinner is probably cold but you donât care as youâre back in the target clothing section, tojiâs words sending a chill across your spine and drying your throat. you both havenât gotten alone time since then, and, as much as you hate to admit it, you feel yourself getting wet through your panties.Â
you take a seat after setting out the ingredients for the brownies on the granite counter, and have to cross your legs to prevent your thoughts from getting too dirty too fastâŚ
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Spiderwebs #41: Magnum Opus
Masterlist
content: lab whump, needles (blood draw), immortal whumpee
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âIâm certain that, with a few more years of research, I could discover why your body doesnât kill it off. If I figure that outââ She didn't finish that thought. âBut thereâs no guarantee. Thatâs only if everything goes according to plan.â
âIâm sure it will,â he said.
They were in the laboratory again. He was sitting in her office chair, as he always did, and she brought a folding chair up from the kitchen. There were peaches for breakfast. Jackie mentioned that he wanted to eat them a few days ago. He was surprised that she remembered. It snowed again the night before, and the morning was less sunny than usual. Gray clouds painted the sky instead. He wondered if it would storm.
âI should write a paper about this,â she said suddenly. âI will write a paper. These notes are practically incoherent.â
"You canât publish it, though, can you?â
âI canât publish it. It would be nice if I could, but I would also have to explain how I met you.â
Yes, that little detail. âWhat are you going to name it?â
âOh, I donât know. I always get someone else to come up with the titles. I suppose weâll need to name the organism, too. You should name it.â
âI don't have any ideas."
âNeither do I. We can think of one later. Iâll start writing soon. Though, I do want to ask you a few questions first.â Hence, Heather was holding her journal and a pen. âHave you ever experienced issues with your immune system?â
âNo.â
âDo you recall anything abnormal about your birth? Anything at all? Even if it seems small, tell me. Weâre grasping at straws here.â
âNo, it was normal.âÂ
She wrote these findings down. âAnd I assume you never experienced any sort of⌠I donât know, rare event? Nothing in your life that could have caused this?â
âNot really.â
âThen I presume itâs an innate condition, ever since you were born.â She set the journal and pen down on a table. âBut you canât be the only person with this organism. The species couldnât possibly become this far developed in a single host. There must be other immortals out there, somewhere, whether theyâre aware of it or not.â
"If you're right about the parasite thing, then I guess itâs possible. Maybe weâll find someone like that."
âI wouldnât mind having a larger control group. By the way, I did a complete blood countâŚâ Her tone shifted to an air of professional curiosity, and Jackie recognized that she was about to lecture him about some new discovery she found. âOn the blood samples from when you were starving. I noticed average levels of red blood cells and hemoglobin, but the platelet levels were slightly higher than normal. Platelets are there toââ
âWait, I know this one. They clot blood.â
âExactly.â She nodded. âThey create clotting. But I barely saw any white blood cells. Even in healthy samples, oddly enough. Thereâs more organisms in your bloodstream instead. They take the job of killing infections, like I told you. I also noticed what seemed to be eggs in your veins.â
âReally? Eggs?â Though Jackie had mostly detached himself from all these biological miracles, he still felt some discomfort at this idea.
âItâs whatâs keeping you alive, so I suppose it canât be helped. There was an excessive number of organisms, actually. They reproduce faster when the host is unhealthy. I believe thatâs what gave your blood that dark, viscous quality.â
âThereâs really no way to get them out?â
âIf you find one, let me know.â Out of the blue, she picked her journal up again, clicked her pen open. âActually, I wanted to askâhave you ever donated blood before?â
âNo.â
âInteresting.â She wrote this down. âYour blood is O positive. I tested it earlier. You could hypothetically transfer it to about seventy percent of the population. The organism doesnât survive in foreign organic matter, so thereâs no adverse effects. It would be worthwhile to test it in a living human body, though. My blood is B negative, unfortunately, so I havenât been able to try it out.â
âAnd B negative doesnât mix with the positive types, right? Thatâs why you canât test it?â
âRight.â
He remembered that much from his scarce education, if nothing else. Jackie always felt a little lost when she spoke of such concepts. What a complete blood count was, he had no idea. He didnât want to ask her and interrupt.
âItâs honestly absurd,â she continued. âItâs such an extreme case of specialization. As far as Iâve seen, at least. I still donât know how it would react to dehydrationâŚâ
âI would rather not,â he interrupted. âIf thatâs possible.â
âNo, itâs alright. I understand if youâre not up for it. IâŚâ She closed the journal, gently. âI feel like these tests are too harsh, sometimes. I donât want you to feel uncomfortable, butâŚâ
"I'm okay. It's for science."
âThatâs good to hear.â Her conflicted expression was gone at once.Â
And he was okay. He had been allowed everything he could ever want⌠well, almost everything, with some heavy restrictions, but he could settle for that. There wasn't any reason to rock the boat. It had been a peaceful few weeks, all things considered.
Heather glanced at her watch. "Would you look at that? You've been here for an hour, and you're still alive. It appears that my experiment is going very well."
Jackie was, in fact, currently hooked up to a blood bag in Heatherâs laboratory. A needle inserted into his arm drained his blood through a clear, thin tube. The sight of so much of his own blood would have made him nauseous, once, but this rich scarlet was now a familiar color. It was a more sanitary method of bloodshed, at least, and relatively painless.Â
So far, he had filled up about nine bags. Jackie was not a scientist, but he was fairly certain that wasnât a normal amount of blood to extract. The bags were arranged on the table, weighed down by the gravity of all that heavy red liquid, entire pints of it sagging at the seams. Heather set about removing the tenth one.
âHow many liters is that, doc?â He asked.
âAbout five.â She slid the needle out of his arm, before applying a band-aid over the gap left behind. âMost people would have died by now.â
He watched her unhook the bag from its thin steel stand. âWhat are you going to do with all that blood?â
âItâs too complicated to explain.â She forced a juice box into his hand. âDrink that. Your blood sugar must be through the floor. Are you feeling lightheaded?â
âA little.â
She forced a package of biscuits into his other hand. âNauseous?â
âNo.â He regarded the biscuits with suspicion. âIâm not hungry.â
âKeep it, at least. Eat when you feel up to it.â She placed the tenth blood bag onto the table. âYou know, you donât have much of an appetite lately.â
âI guess.â Hunger was a point of contention. But he was starting to feel thirsty, oddly enough. He stabbed the plastic straw through the juice box.Â
âYes, ever sinceâŚâ She paused. But she carried on without a second thought, as if she had never mentioned it at all. âI do wonder where all this blood is coming from.â
Now that his arm wasnât attached to the needle, he could move it freely. He shook his wrist out for a few seconds. âHey, whereâd you learn all this stuff, anyway? Harvard?â
He said it as a joke, but she replied, âHarvard? Donât insult me like that. I studied somewhere reputable, thank you.âÂ
âSomewhere reputable.â He wasnât sure what that would even entail. Nicer jars for their organ collections, maybe. âWhat did you get? A PhD?â
âYes, a doctorate. Did you study anywhere?â
âNowhere, really. I graduated high school, but I didnât do anything after that. I just started working.âÂ
He had never seen his education as a priority. When the police took him in... anyway, they had him in and out of the hospital, then sent him to a couple different homes, and that didn't leave any time for him to care about school. He wanted to study language, if he could, but he didn't think that was possible anymore.
Besides, it was expensive. He could barely scrape together the cash for rent. Getting work as a waiter had been incredibly lucky, in hindsight.
âSo you didn't receive further education,â she said. âI assumed as much.â
âYou assumed right. Iâm not that smart.â
âWell, I donât know about that. Iâve taught you a few things.â She leaned back in her chair. âNatural talent doesnât count for anything, you know. Thereâs a brilliant mind born every day that goes to waste. Thatâs not enough to get you anywhere. Itâs about perseverance and discipline, in the end.â
And a lot of money, he thought tartly. That wasn't Heather's fault, though, and she really was good at what she did. He decided to just let her talk. She could be quite talkative, actually, once she got started.
"I can tell youâre irritated,â Heather said.
âIâm not,â he said. âContinue, please.â
âYou donât have to lie. It's obvious. You should know I appreciate your presence. Even if I donât express it very well.â
âYeah, you donât.â
âI donât. I can be⌠harsh. But I meant it. I just canât say it like you do. Iâm terrible at that.â
That was true, despite all her other talents.
âYou're my crowning jewel,â she said. âMyâmy magnum opus, even. But youâre also my friend. Youâre the only person I care about.âÂ
âI know that.â
And he couldnât hold grudges, when she spoke that way. It was all so stilted, so artlessly sincere. For once, the words were slow and careful, purely meant for him. He had already forgotten the rest of their conversation.
She fell silent. It seemed as though she had been distracted by something.
He looked up at her. âWhatâs wrong?â
âDo you ever want to leave?â she asked.
"Do I have a choice?"
âNo.â She searched his expression intently. "You don't."
He stared back with the same intensity. "Then stop asking me stupid questions."
She didnât move away, and for a moment she was completely still. Her gaze lingered, as dark as night, burning like distant fires. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say.Â
It didnât matter. She knew he wasnât going anywhere. Perhaps that was for the best. His circumstances had always been difficult, but he used the cards he was given the best he could. He would be happier this way. Playing his role until the bitter end.
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your post-canon utah AU makes me want to eat drywall i love them so much đ
they mean so much to me đđ
oughhhh I wish my thoughts about the au weren't so incoherent 99% of the time so that I could talk about it more
it's just so... the sheer size of the world is so much bigger than the smp. this world has billions of people. yet here they are, c!dream and c!wilbur, in some random town in utah. they're the only familiar face in this giant world. (technically there are other members of the smp in this world, but it's not like c!dream and c!wilbur know this).
they don't really talk about their shared history, but it still inhabits the space around them. c!wilbur wakes to cold sheets every morning, but it doesn't change the fact that c!dream sleeps in the same bed as him every night. c!wilbur hated the fact that there was such a blatant reminder of the smp in his house. he hated when c!dream left for a week. c!dream didn't initially want to stay with c!wilbur. but, as far as he knows, there's not another familiar face in this whole entire world.
c!wilbur is in therapy by time c!dream arrives. it takes months for him to even bring up the mere idea of c!dream trying therapy. they start leaning on each other. they start caring about each other. c!wilbur hates himself for how much he wants c!dream. c!dream just wants c!wilbur to wash away the pain he doesn't admit is there. c!wilbur is practically drowning in guilt when he looks at what c!dream's become. a part of c!dream resents c!wilbur. a part of c!wilbur resents c!dream. they don't talk about it until they do. eventually, eventually they try couple's group therapy.
things get better. then they get worse. and then they get so much better.
at some point, much later, c!dream looks at c!wilburâonce again complaining about the people who don't know how to use the traffic circle even though c!wilbur can't even driveâand he thinks, I love you. at some point, c!wilbur looks at c!dreamâsweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead, swollen lips tugged into a smirkâand he thinks, I love you.
they want each otherâthey crave each otherâand c!wilbur hates himself for it. then they care about each other, and it makes c!dream want to snarl and bare his teeth. then they love each other, and they realize that they love this soft, domestic epilogue that they stumbled into years ago.
it gets better. they heal. they don't talk about everything until they do, and then those hurts get better, too. and some days it still feels like they don't really deserve this peace they've found, but they love it anyway.
and they have friends. friends who give them christmas gifts and invite them to new year's parties. friends who laugh with them and bring them baked goods.
eventually they stumble across more people from the smp. it's not fine until it is. which is kinda the big thing with this au. it eventually gets better.
#I hope this is coherent#this au is a lot of things and everything is subject to change but here are my post-nine hour shift thoughts lmao#this au summarized: c!dreambur in gay love in utah#they get asked if they're going to the local pride parade and they don't even know what it is lmao#they go anyway#c!dream gets overstimulated and has a panic attack rip#c!wilbur *almost* has a panic attack in response#stella answers#judgehangman#all roads lead to... utah?#c!dreambur
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Request: hello my favorite person in the whole world đ can I request Volturi kings x male reader that is always tired because of his job, like he only gets 2 hours of sleep a day. And is just so tired he will just hug them when he gets back or just goes straight to bed?
Not a chance / Volturi Kings X Male!Reader
Worried.Thats how they were feeling about you.Dark eyes circles,skinnier and your skin was breaking out.Thats how you looked and it was nothing but worrying.
When you arrived here they were attentives about your efforts on adapting to them and vampirism,so they surprised you by allowing you continue your work not far from Volterra,just an hour drive.It was unbelieavable,the moment they told you, you felt happy tears appearing in your eyes,warming their hearts by how much this mean to you.
But it was becoming too much,the amount of hours your boss gave you,the extra work,no vacations,and they dont even remember when was the last time you had a day off.
But you couldnt see it,for some reason.The arguments between them and you were getting out of control,specially with Caius.
He was not having any of this,actually he wasnt too fond on the idea of you working,but he gave you a chance.He was aware its not your fault,but it is your fault the fact that you dont see how much that work is destroying you.
-Hi loves,just got here from the office.Leaving my things now and going to bed.Not feeling like having dinner today to be honest- Suddenly your voice was all they could focus on,turning their heads at you with a concern look.
-My darling ,are you alright? You seem quite exhausted. - Marcus said softly as you hear Caius sighing as he closed the book he was reading.
Before you could respond,Aro extended his hand as an innuendo of wanting to know what you were thinking.
Hesitantly you grabbed his hand as your heart beat increased,the thought of another argument due to your job was enough to stress you.
- Il mio bellissimo ragazzo ,you yourself know whats happening it not beneficial for your health. -Aro added after reading your thoughts ,trying his best to not disturbe your anxiety.
You looked up to find Caius eyes ,his worried look all over you. You were dissapointing them? Suddenly all you could feel was frustation ,wanting anything but to face this problem.
- I love my job - Was the only thing that left your mouth. You opened your mouth again ,but instead all you did was mumbling incoherent nonsenses.
- You are leaving it. I want no complains , i wont stand seeing my mate in such state for a second more. Look at you, do you even have time to breathe? I tried to support this idea because you were addapting to us, but that boss of you pushed all my bottoms. - Caius rage finally took over the conversation, making very clear his position.
By now,you knew you didnt have a chance, all was said ,and you werent leaving the castle to go work again. It was obvious .
Why try to give them reasons? You wouldnt stand seeing them in such state neither. They were protecting you .
However tears started to fall from your eyes ,your head was hurting as well as all your body due to all the stress and tension. The kings reached for you, Marcud taking you in his arms and guiding you to the share room.
Later that night,finally in the cozzy bed the Kings made for you ,you feel their arms wrapped around your body. Kisses were left in any part of your body they could reach ,even if you wont admit it for a few days, you finally feel in peace.
#twilight#the twilight saga#the volturi#twilight saga#marcus volturi#caius volturi#aro volturi#volturi kings
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i love you peter b. parker | peter parker
pure angst. that's it lololol
summary: you knew you wouldn't be around forever, and you wanted to leave a piece of you behind for him.
i had this idea in mind for some time but i'm only now just writing it but fr i legit almost cried writing this
we love delulu peter
tw: sad peter
angst (for me) isn't easy to write, but i tried my best here. did you like it???
he knew you were sick, he knew you would leave. but it never really hit him that you would be gone someday, that is, until you were gone. terminal kidney disease wasn't fun, and it most definitely wasn't easy. it didn't matter though, because as long as you had peter by your side, you were sure that nothing would go wrong. that you'd be able to fight through it, because the love of your life was fighting alongside you.
peter was always used to saving everyone, so he felt so utterly useless when he found out. he tried to make you as happy as possible, and to help you do everything that you wanted to do most, and make the most of the time you had left.
he remembered the day he asked you out, and you warned him about the sickness, that you wouldn't be here forever, and that one day, he would have to leave you. no, that you would have to leave him.
but peter being peter hadn't thought that far into the future. he was only 16. he didn't know that he'd grow so attached to you, that you become the one for him.
no. that thought had never occurred.
you had passed in your sleep, at least, age 19. it pained him so much to think about everything you had in store for you.
everything we had.
a life, a future, just waiting.
for all he knew, you were his life. you were his future. so how would he go on? how would he do anything without you? especially when you were his everything?
peter stood next to his aunt, clad in all black, watching your mother scream and cry into your father's shoulder, repeatedly begging for you to come back. he watched her lean down next to the coffin and kiss your hair, whispering sweet nothings. the boy wasn't sure if he'd be able to look at you, to say his goodbyes. because it didn't feel real to him. you couldn't be gone. how could you be gone?
"go, peter," aunt may whispered. "you'll regret it if you don't," her voice was fragile, and he could her the pain in her voice.
"no, no, no, i-i can't-"
"you'll regret it if you don't," she repeated.
so with shaky hands and a heavy heart, he walked over to the black box. there you laid, and he tried to convince himself that you were sleeping.
just sleeping.
he got down on his knees and and looked at you. your hair was perfectly laid out, nails freshly painted. the smallest bit of makeup was on you, but you were a deathly pale. your eyes were closed, but he'd give anything to see those gorgeous hues again, lit up by the liveliness behind them.
"hi, angel," he whispered softly, a strangled sob rising up his throat. "your mom is crying. you should wake up now. didn't we talk about getting more sleep at night? so you wouldn't fall asleep all the time during the day?"
peter chuckled quietly. "baby, i remember that time you fell asleep in mr. nester's class. and you snored? it was so cute. and funny. but mostly cute. they're soft and quiet, but if you're listening, you can hear it. your snores are adorable, you know that? it's hilarious because you always say you don't, y/n, but you do. always. yeah. you always snore. why- why aren't you right now? y-y/n?" he asked, panic creeping in through his words. "why aren't you?"
"y/n? y/n? angel? b-baby, wake up, wake up, it isn't funny anymore, stop it, j-just wake up now, please. please!" he was shaking you now, making the coffin rattle. "aunt may? s-she won't wake up! may! please, wake her up... she- she isn't..." he went off again, murmuring things to himself, all incoherent. "i love you! i lo-love you, y/n!"
they had to drag him away.
months later, he wasn't any better. he could hear aunt may at night sometimes, talking on the phone.
"it wasn't like this with ben," a pause, "no, dr. winston," another pause, "he talks to himself. stays up all night. talks to himself, dr., and not even in the way you might see a little kid doing... no... y-... he always looks scared," peter stopped paying attention at that point. "yes, thursday is fine. thank you."
no, he thought angrily, he didn't need a doctor. not some psychiatrists or psychologists. he needed you. but when he closed his eyes and saw may's pained face, he thought that he'd give it a try. for her. for you, right?
then, it had been a year. he was doing a little better, but barely. peter ate more. slept more. had less nightmares.
but he still didn't have you.
some nights he would stand on the top of his apartment building, right on the ledge, and debate ending it all. that way, he could be with you. and then he remembered may. and ned. and mj. how they'd already lost you, and how they didn't need more grief. those nights he'd go back into his flat and lock himself in his room, crying the rest of the night.
another year passed, and he stood in front of your house. your parents were finally cleaning out your old room, and they'd asked him to come over and see if there was anything he'd wanted. they let him in, giving hugs and greetings. peter trudged up the stairs and into your room. he closed his eyes and inhaled, remembering your loving scent.
but he didn't cry. he'd already done that. peter had no tears left. he was empty. numb.
as he analyzed the room, he saw many boxes, and noted that the bed was gone. some frames were still up, and many decorations were removed. on the dresser there was a photo of you and peter. your head was thrown up as you laughed, and peter was staring lovingly at you. it was a picture that neither of you knew was taken, but when you saw it, it became your favorite.
he'd told a lame joke, and you'd laughed. no one else laughed at his jokes, which was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. here, you were at the carnival with peter, ned, and mj. it was a blurry, side-angle picture, slightly grainy as the lighting was terrible. ned had taken it, and while it wasn't the greatest quality, you had adored it, repeatedly thanking him.
peter sat down and pulled the nearest box closer to him, taking out the first item he grabbed. a purple... journal? there was "to peter parker, the love of my life" written on the front cover in sharpie.
your handwriting.
your. handwriting.
he carefully flipped to the front page.
never mind. he did have tears left to cry.
entry 1:
okay, yes, i know, this is silly. and i doubt you'll ever have to read this, but if you are, it means i'm not here anymore, or that you're going through my stuff again without my permission. in which case, put this down.
he felt tears cascade down his cheek, and he sniffled softly.
peter b. parker, i love you. i have loved you since the day that you bought me that coke when i was a quarter short. luckily, you loved me, too, and now we're together. i wanted to do this because i know i won't be around forever. and before i die (if i do) i want to give you a piece of me, and this is how i'll do it.
i love you, peter b. parker.
he flipped to the next page.
entry 2:
in a world of endemic sickness, where cruelty is the cause and love the antidote, the patients declare themselves doctors and seal the fate of the world.
i love you, peter b. parker.
so he kept reading.
entry 6:
because your love is so whole, my missing pieces appear. because your touch carries such passion, what was scarred becomes soft once more. because you are steady and patient, my open wounds have time to seal and vanish.
perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe, this sweet addiction to the man i was born to find. for with my twin soul, the only other born in the same flame as i, we are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as we breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.
i love you, peter b. parker.
entry 14:
i love you like you're the last of my kind. it is as if you speak the same language as i, yet no other is able. to be around you is like finally not being alone - as if all my life i've been isolated, in a windowless room, in a doorless room...
and then suddenly you walk in as if strolling over a summer meadow. how is that you are so much more than sunshine? how is it you breathe life when no other can? why is it you are my medicine? who could love me more than you? so, my love, know this - while i breathe i am yours in mind, body and soul.
i love you, peter b. parker.
entry 27:
you said that meeting me wasn't like a new song, but like opening a book and finding a language you'd never seen before. i want you know that i feel the same way. your love is something beautiful; meeting you is like meeting an enigma.
i don't know how you exist in this world yet you do. so let me tell you now - i will always love you in mind, body and soul. you are the trap i've been wanting to fall into my whole life; liberty from you would simply be an infinite prison. i am the softness you seek and you are the cradle for my head and heart.
i love you, peter b. parker.
entry 42:
love quotes inspire, golden strands of truth in an age of cynicism. yet for me they can never adequately capture the strands of emotion that tumble through the air whenever my my heart turns to you.
love after all transcends time, distance and even mortality. love is the greatest wonder of our age, weightless and invisible as it is. the wordsmith brings a beauty to the love, elevates it yet sometimes this very pedestal brings us to romantic notions too heady for ordinary life.
i love you like the nascent leaves of spring love warmth; i love you like the ancients loved the night sky; i love you like a cool draught of water on a summers day. love cannot be fireworks for an entire lifetime, though we've had our share. love must flow quietly, peacefully, always remaining strong.
love is nothing like finance, we don't give a certain amount to get something back; we simply give. love doesn't lead us to chide or sulk when we feel the lack of it from our partner. it shows us how to bring life and fire back to their soul, to love them back to their true selves and wellness. so, do i adore quotations of love? i do; but for me love is more... it is the greatest power we can ever know. anything else is a cruel and empty distraction.
i love you, peter b. parker.
he let himself get lost in your words, in your love, paying no attention to anything else.
entry 136:
if any one moment in time anchored my soul, creating a tether to this plane of reality, it was the moment i fell in love with you. i realized that i had a protector born of pure love and how could i not love that? how could i not love all that you are? you are the rope and knot to this vessel now in safe mooring. for that, i will forever be yours. in these words i hope you find your truth.
i love you, peter b. parker.
entry 200:
i love you, peter b. parker.
and that was the last page. he took two things home that day. the photo and the journal.
"i love you, too, angel," he whispered on his way back home, to no one really. maybe to the wind, but either way, he knew you heard it.
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Safe Place
Media - BBC Accused Character - Jake Murry (Age Up) Couples - Jake X Reader Reader - Y/n (Lawyer) Rating - 15 Dark! Abuse! horror! terror! trauma! Word Count - 3083
Simple to say but Jake hadn't had an easy time of it all. He has found himself in utter puppy love and rushed into things with a⌠less then nice young lady. And a whirlwind of physical, and emotional abuse and manipulation. Later he'd married her in the courthouse and moved in with her. but things were never good. She was emotionally abusive manipulating him with her constant threats of hurting herself which broke Jake's heart. But whenever she got angry or notably jealous she'd snap and begin to throw things at him, kick him, punch him, and threaten far worse. Many nights he'd spend being given the silent treatment while he bandaged bruises. But he stayed because he loved Elsa and he couldn't bare the idea she'd do something drastic.
That was until Jake best friend of the last nine years, Y/n one day finally snapped and asked questions about his constant injuries.
Jake broke and told her everything, and needless to say Y/n ushered him out of there like a knight in shinning armour. Jake was currently living with Y/n in her house. Far from Elsa and their old apartment. She was very sweet and very gentle with him as he was understandably very traumatised and full to the brim with anxiety barely even able go out shopping without clutching Y/n's hand in fear. They'd have a few run-ins with Elsa and they'd never been pleasant at times downright horrific to the extent of police being involved. Jake had filed for a divorce but the process would be long and difficult as Elsa refused to give in, Y/n as his lawyer had even managed to get him a restraining order even if Elsa often ignored it. But for now, he was safe, and actually getting to enjoy himself a little as they prepared for Christmas.
Elsa never let him do anything more than get halfway through a Christmas movie before going into one of her moods. But Y/n gave him full reign to decorate, blast Christmas music, and watch whatever he wanted. So of course the house looked like an absolute Christmas grotto but he was happy so Y/n didn't mind. Christmas had started to become his safe place and a way to find comfort and stability after everything that had happened. the town he'd been working on had become a kind of soothing piece of mind for him. a thing he could focus on to stop his thoughts drifting to other places
Jake stood humming along the festive music playing while hanging lights for the third Christmas tree inside the house. While Y/n was making cookies, as she was baking she accidentally dropped the bowl on the counter making a loud banging.
Which immediately put Jake into fight or flight. Jake's body tensed and he froze up in his spot and as he stood there like a statue he looked around her alarmed and anxious.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm sorry Jakie. It slipped out of my hand. But it's all okay." She gently told him as if speaking to a spooked animal as she slowly picked up the bowl and set it gently down on a kitchen towel to muffle its sound, "You alright?"
"I⌠I'm⌠I'm o-okayâŚ" he muttered as he shakily went to place down the lights he was hanging and he tried to slow down his breath as his heart raced fast inside his chest. He looked over at her and tried to give her a calm smile but his hands were shaking ever so slightly and he was clearly struggling to hold it together,
"I'm so sorry Jakie," Y/n said gently making sure not to raise her voice offering her arms in her flour-dusted apron in case he needed to hold her.
he let out a quiet sigh and he immediately went to her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. he held onto her tight as he buried his face into her shoulder and he just took in shuddering breaths. he mumbled something incoherent into her but by the sound of it he was apologising,
"Sh sh shâŚ" She cooed stroking his blonde hair, "It's okay, it was an accident everything is fine. Nothing broken. No one's hurt. It's all alright. Youâre safe." Y/n reassured him "It's all okayâŚ"
his shoulders still trembled and his breath came in shaky huffs but he slowly began to relax in her arms as she soothed him and gently stroked his hair. though he still held onto a fair amount of fear and anxiety, her voice and comfort were helping to bring him back down from the edge. "I'm s-sorry⌠I know it was just⌠the noise. It⌠it s-scared me⌠SorryâŚ" he muttered into her shoulder, his voice quiet and almost timid
"you have nothing to be sorry about." Y/n cooed, "I'm sorry for spooking my little Jakie fox." She laughed, "This is why I need to remember to use the kitchen roll. Muffles that loud counter."
he let out a shaky laugh and he hugged her tighter. his heart was still beating faster than normal and his body was still filled with tension and adrenaline. but her embrace and her voice were soothing him, making him feel safe again, "Yeah⌠that c-counter is too damn loudâŚ" he joked with her
"too loud indeed. Who said counters should be stone? Absolute fools." Y/n laughed pressing a little kiss on his forehead to calm him down. "Okay? Everything alright?"
he hummed at her question and closed his eyes as she kissed his forehead, taking in deep breaths to try and finally calm down his heart which was still pumping a little faster then it should be and the adrenaline that still coursed through his body. but he was mostly relaxed in her embrace as he let out a soft sigh of relief. "Yeah⌠Yeah I'm alright⌠I'm s-sorry I got spooked by such a dumb thingâŚ"
"it's okay, it's not dumb you just got spooked. Any little fox would be spooked. Would you like to lick cookie spoon?"
he chuckled and pulled back from the hug a little to look at her with a small and soft smile, "Do I get to lick the spoon and help decorate the cookies?"
"you can lick the spoon now, and we can decorate them once they've cooled. And if you like I can help you with your Christmas town while we have cookies, that sounds nice?" Y/n offered trying to let him have fun but also slightly relinquish a little bit of control.
Christmas had become Jake' hyper-focus for good reason. It was pretty, calming, and gave him something he had complete control over. The town especially as he'd been working on it for three days and not even a quarter done setting up all the tiny roads, buildings and people. It was his and completely his control but she tried just to see if he'd let her in yet.
he nodded a little at her offer and he hummed as he thought for a few moments. "Yeah⌠Yeah that sounds⌠okay to meâŚ"
Y/n smiled "You don't have to let me, I'll happily drop you off some cookies and let you work if you'd prefer"
he smiled back and gave a small shake of his head "No no⌠I think it's a⌠it's a good idea⌠You can help⌠if y-you want toâŚ" he said with a slight shyness to his voice. he knew she wouldn't make him do something he didn't want to, yet there was still some fear, some anxiety that she'd get mad or impatient. so a part of him just wanted to do it himself so that she wouldn't have to deal with all that
"Okay," Y/n smiled giving his forehead another kiss, "after cookies." She smiled letting him relax a little and prepare himself as it wasn't going to be immediately. Y/n returned to baking cookies. And Jake returned to working on his tree "So what's the theme for this one then?"
Jake smiled a little and he watched as she baked and he hummed a soft Christmas tune as he hung lights around the tree. "A-A winter themeâŚ" he said as he looked over the tree, eyeing his progress. it was coming along well, the lights were almost done as only a few were left and he was about to start with the different decorations
"oooohh." Y/n cooed "All white and snowy?" She smiled looking at the box of decorations
he hummed again and nodded as he took out some of the white and silver and light blue decorations and he began to put them on the tree "Mhm⌠And some glitter⌠s-so there's a little colour to itâŚ" he said as he began decorating the tree, picking out the most Christmassy and festive of the bunch
"always need glitter for Christmas time." Y/n laughed. "where's this one going then?"
"Living room, I thinkâŚ" he commented as he hung another shiny bauble on the tree. it was the perfect spot for a small Christmas tree, near the corner on the side of the couch. he hummed and he added another decoration to it, his face slightly lit up as he smiled and started to become more excited about decorating "I think it'll look nice thereâŚ"
"if that's what you want that's where it'll go." She cooed "oohh the little ice fairy might look nice on that tree if you'd like her."
he hummed and looked through the Christmas decorations, searching for this 'little ice fairy' she was talking about. he found her in question after just a few moments. the little winged creature was made of white plastic and her dress was covered in snowflakes. he hummed a smile and took her out "She looks⌠p-pretty⌠can we put her on the tree?"
"of course put her wherever you'd like to. Maybe on the top as an angel for your little winter tree." Y/n suggested
he smiled and he nodded "Mhm⌠Yeah⌠I like thatâŚ" he said as he went to put the little ice fairy on the top of the tree and he held her up there for a few moments, testing out how it'd look before he finally secured her in her spot and smiled, satisfied with his work. he hummed happily as he looked at the tree and the shiny new decorations and lights and the ice fairy he'd placed on the top of it
"beautiful." Y/n smiled "Oven." She called giving Jake a few seconds to prepare for the oven being opened and closed for the cookies. She always warned him whenever she opened the oven as it was a very loud and frankly insane noise
he let out a hum of agreement at her compliment and then he nodded as he heard her warn him before she opened the oven again. he had learned by now to expect the ear-splitting sound that came from opening the thing. despite the warning and being able to brace himself, he still winced a little as the oven slammed open and shut.
"⌠God damn I need a new oven." Y/n sighed
Jake chuckled a little at her comment and he hummed in agreement "Yeah⌠It's⌠It's a bit loud..â he agreed with her as he leaned on the countertop, watching her move as he thought for a few moments. though it didn't take him too long to speak up again "⌠Can I⌠Can I ask you somethingâŚ?"
"of course ask away little fox." She cooed cleaning up from the baking
he hummed as he fidgeted with the sleeve of his shirt and he bit his bottom lip for a few moments as he thought over his question. but he took a small breath before he spoke up. he didn't look at her as he spoke, his gaze remaining on the floor as he muttered "Do you⌠Do you think I'm being silly�"
"how so?" Y/n asked trying to see why he asked that
he fidgeted a little more as he answered her, his hand gripping his sleeve and holding it tight. he looked down at the ground rather then looking up at her, almost ashamed that he himself didn't even know if he was justified for asking the question "With⌠with the Christmas stuff⌠A-Am I⌠Am I silly for decorating so much�"
"it makes you happy." She shrugged "why would you be silly for doing something that makes you happy."
he let a small sigh at her answer, he felt relief that she was answering him how he'd hoped. yet there was still that little part of him that doubted himself, the part that was scared he was overreacting or being silly "Okay⌠b-but I'm not⌠I'm not going overboard⌠a-am I�" he mumbled out, needing that little extra reassurance that he wasn't being irrational
"if you want to cover this whole house in glitter and Christmas lights to make yourself happy then you go ahead as do so. If you want to build yourself a Christmas village one to one scale with all of London then you do so. Whatever you want to do, that will make you happy." She smiled taking his hand and kissing his forehead "it's Christmas, everyone goes a little crazy anyway." She reassured
he closed his eyes and gave a soft sigh as she kissed his forehead again. the slight doubt that lingered in his mind was quickly fading away and he found himself relaxing as he leaned against the countertop. and he allowed himself to release a soft smile "You⌠You're always so s-sweet to meâŚ" he mumbled to her, looking up at her with a soft gaze
"its not so much I'm sweet, it's more⌠Your not used to kindness"
he let out a quiet hum and looked down and away again, taking her hand in both of his own. he played with her fingers and he held her warm hand in his own, letting the feeling of her touch soothe and bring him comfort. a few moments of silence passed before he spoke up again "I really⌠I really don't deserve youâŚ"
"of course you do, you deserve to be happy." She reminds him
he let out a small scoff at her words and he shook his head a little. she was always so kind and supportive to him, she always reassured him. yet he sometimes had a hard time trying to believe some of the things she says. the doubts and anxieties were often a little deafening at times, but he was trying his best to beat them. for her sake if not his own "How can you be so⌠so sure�"
"because everyone deserves to be happy, especially those who have suffered so much." She said offering her arms once more
he let out a shaky exhale. his body trembled for a few moments as he tried to process the words, letting them sink in before he finally gave in. he stepped forward and buried himself into her hug, clinging to her again and taking the comfort he needed from her "I⌠I don't⌠I don't know what I-I'd do without youâŚ"
"shhh shhh it's okay, you don't ever need to worry about that. I'm here and I'll always be here."
he hummed as she whispered her reassurance, her voice was so sweet in his ears and it was so soothing to hear her say that. he closed his eyes and he let himself melt into the embrace, taking comfort in being by her side "I⌠I love you, Y-Y/nâŚ" he spoke up after a few moments, his voice was quiet and a little shaky, but it was so full of love and gratefulness
"humm?" She asked unsure of she heard him right, he'd never told her that before. She was a little worried about making him clarify it incase that set him off on another wave of anxiety. But she felt she needed to know the context behind the words
he realized she didn't understand and he hummed again. he lifted his head up to look at her and he repeated himself, his voice steady with a hint of confidence and he looked at her with love filling his gaze "I said⌠I love youâŚ"
"I love you too, you know I do." She nodded "it's⌠In what context you love me that I need to know." She said doing her best to be firm and get an answer but also not frighten him
he hummed at her response and he took a small shaky breath before he continued, still holding her tight with his head in the crook of her neck. he spoke quieter then before, a hint of nervousness and vulnerability in his voice, but he told her the truth all the same "In the⌠the romantic senseâŚ" he confessed
Y/n hummed for a moment and petted his head, pressing a kiss to his cheek "I love you too, I do." She nodded "but⌠Your still recovering, from a very big change. Give it time and space and I promise if it's still what you want then that's what we'll do. But I don't want to rushing into things emotionally okay?" She said very gently and calmly
he let out a small hum, he'd expected that would be her reaction, she was cautious and careful and wanted the best for him. and he knew she was right, that rushing into this wouldn't be the smartest thing to do. so he gave a nod, even if it's a reluctant one "Okay⌠Okay, I⌠I understandâŚ" he said, his voice was quiet and slightly shaky, he didn't want to wait of course, but if that's what it took, then he'd make himself wait. Jake held her tighter for a few more moments, taking comfort in being close to her. and then he finally started to loosen his grip a bit, slowly pulling away from the hug but still keeping one of her hands in his. he looked up at her, giving her a soft and slightly shaky smile before he spoke up again "I⌠I should go finish decorating the treeâŚ"
"of course little fox. Enjoy your tree." She cooed giving his hand a kiss
he hummed again at her affectionate name and he chuckled softly when she kissed his hand. his smile widened and his heart fluttered in his chest. he still couldn't fully believe that he was being treated this kindly, this gently, by someone so beautiful, but every day he was always reminded that it was real "Yeah, I will⌠See you in a bitâŚ" he said, giving her hand a small squeeze before he let go and left the kitchen to go back to the tree.
#thomasbrodiesangster#tbs imagine#tbs imagines#thomas sangster#thomas sangster imagine#tbs smut#thomas brodie sangster imagine#tbs#thomas brodie sangster#thomas brodie sangster smut#jake imagines#jake smut#jake murray#jake imagine#jakemurry#accused
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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne
batfamily + oc insert
tw: none
wanna read more? hereâs the table of contents!
want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand whatâs going on here? here it is!
*deep inhale* ah, yes, the smell of approaching chaos
part thirteen
â AQUAINTANCES â
SATURDAY â AUGUST 8 â 4:30AM
ASTEN SLEPT ON THE LEFT SIDE OF BENTLEYâS KING BED THAT NIGHT.
He envied the way Asten could fall right back asleep after everything heâd been through. He was all curled up under Bentleyâs gray comforter, his black and blue hair sticking out like a sore thumb in the midst of all the dark sheets.Â
Asten had been eerily quiet since the car ride. Bentley didnât blame him, not at all. Bruce didnât try to make him talk: he only asked him a few things, like if he needed anything to eat, or his preferred sleeping arrangement. Everything offered was quickly declined and he made it clear he just wanted to go to bed.
Neither he nor Bentley changed their clothes, they just crawled up into his bed and laid there, with one lamp on, in silence.
And thatâs exactly what Bentley was still doing. Asten had fallen asleep long ago â the sun was probably going to come up in an hour or two. Maybe Bentley wouldâve been able to rest if his sleep schedule wasnât so screwed up.
Heâd been sitting up against the headboard, mindlessly playing games on his phone, listening to Astenâs even breathing. There wasnât much left for him to do but sit there and swim in his own thoughts, which had been a strange mix of what would happen if the Secret Keeper found them, wondering if he upset Dick by leaving the hospital bed, what wouldâve happened if Tim hadnât been able to get to Asten fast enough, and a slew of other mildly unpleasant things regarding their current situation.
His first ever sleepover had been brought about by a horror-movie-level supervillain chasing a kid heâd known for five days around downtown Gotham. Given what his life had held so far, he shouldâve expected something like that.
Bruce had poked his head in once, and Bentley just sort of waved at him. They exchanged a few texts afterwards, but it had been a while since then, and Bentley hoped he went back down with Dick. Dick deserved having his dad down there with him.
When the clock struck 4:33am, and the after-patrol bedroom doors had been closed for a while, Asten stirred, humming incoherently.
Bentley glanced over at him, watching him shift around until he pulled the comforter up and over his head.
He mumbled almost incoherently in Portuguese, running all his words together. âNĂŁo⌠nĂŁo. Por favor, nĂŁo leve minha mĂŁe embora. Por favor, nĂŁo a leve embora.â
âAsten?â Bentley questioned, shifting slightly to face him.
âNĂŁo. Por favor. NĂŁo a tire de mim. Eu nĂŁo quero ficar sozinhoâŚâ
Bentley reached over and tapped at the wiggling blankets. âAsten.â
A few seconds later, Astenâs head popped out, hair a mess, and he blinked. âHuh?â
âYou were talking,â Bentley replied quietly. Asten cringed, so Bentley added: âNot in English.â
âWhat time is it?â
He glanced over at his glowing clock. âFour-thirty-four.â
âUgh,â Asten grumbled, tugging the comforter back over his head. âYou havenât been able to sleep?â
âNo,â Bentley replied. âI slept for a while after school.â
Astenâs voice was muffled under the blanket. âGuess I was really lucky your sleep schedules botched, huh?â
Bentley glanced over at the Asten-shaped lump in the blankets.
âYou wouldâve been okay,â He tried.
âYou and I both know I wouldâve been dead,â Asten replied, pulling the blankets off of his head. (Which made his hair even messier.) âIt might be scary to think about, Whittaker, but you answering that phone probably saved my life. For real.â
Bentley said nothing. Most of him wanted to disregard that, to say that surely Asten wouldâve been fine, but there was a small part of him that knew he was probably right.
âAnd I realize Iâm staying at your house within like, a week of meeting you, and thatâs kinda weird.â He continued, bringing the blanket back over his head. âSo, sorry.â
âItâs not that weird,â He stated simply, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. âI mean, youâre my friend, arenât you?â
Asten let out a huff of a laugh. âIâd like to think so. I knocked out a bully for you and you kept me from getting murdered, Iâd say that surpasses the acquaintance category.â
Bentley shrugged. âI guess Iâm just not the best at telling who likes me and who doesnât.â
A moment of silence passed, and Bentleyâs mind lingered on Damian.
âI guess you never really know. People can be fake right up until theyâre not,â
Considering that Damian couldâve been fake-liking him the whole time didnât make Bentley feel any better.
âSo, ginger, Iâm sleeping next to you and hardly know anything about you,â Asten stated, sitting up slightly against the headboard and pulling the blanket off his head again. âYouâre not from Crime Alley or Bristol, you donât sound like either of those. Where are you from?â
Bentley took in a breath, and let it out. âDrew.â
âThatâs the city next to Bludhaven, isnât it?â He questioned.
âI think so,â Bentley stated, trying to remember all the aerial maps heâd seen on the Batcomputer.
âIâm from SĂŁo Paulo, a city in Brazil,â Asten explained, pulling his knees up sort of like Bentley usually did.
Bentley shifted against the headboard. âWhy did you move here?â
Asten quieted.
âMy, uh⌠parents died a couple years ago. In a car crash,â He said, speaking softer than he had been. âI donât have any family in Brazil, grandparents or anything. My only relative was my dadâs brother, who lives here. So thatâs who I went to.â
Bentley cringed, watching the way Astenâs eyes lingered on his own hands. He really did suck at talking to people, didnât he?
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to make you sad,â He muttered, bringing his knees up, too.
âHey, no sweat, kid.â Asten reached over and bumped him on the shoulder, quickly ridding his face of any undue emotion. âIâm fine. Howâd you end up in Bruce Wayneâs house, anyway?â
Bentley quickly weeded through all the things he couldnât tell Asten, which was basically everything. What was he supposed to say?
âMy dad⌠got arrested⌠last December,â Is what he settled on. âAnd my mom died when I was a baby. My dad knew Bruce.â
âOh,â Was what Asten replied. And then he snorted. âWe are some little pity-fest, arenât we?â
The word pity didnât make Bentley feel any better, either. But he forced a little smile on nonetheless.
âWhy are you in my classes when youâre older than me?â Bentley questioned, desperately trying to change the subject.
âI was homeschooled in Brazil, so credits and stuff were different when I moved here,â Asten explained, shifting so his position was mirroring Bentleyâs. âYou were homeschooled, werenât you?â
Did anything his father did count as homeschooling? Bentley wasnât dumb by any means, and he knew the basics of math and stuff.Â
âUh, yeah,â He replied. Technically he was, right?
Had he been lying to Asten this whole time? He couldnât exactly tell him his dad was using him to destroy Batman, and he didnât really think it was a societal norm to tell the first person you meet that you were abused and neglected for your whole life.
This whole double-life thing was hard. Of course, this wasnât as hard as when he was trying to do his fatherâs work, but it was still hard.
âYou seem like a homeschool kid,â Asten said with a smirk.
Bentley quirked his brow. âHow?â
âYâknow, you just⌠have that way about you that lets me know you havenât interacted with many people. Itâs not a bad thing,â He insisted. âYouâre similar to Nico, and he was homeschooled for a while, too.â
Bentley nodded slightly. (At least Asten thought he was homeschooled and not purposefully kept from outside contact by his abuser.)
âWe canât tell him about any of this Secret Keeper stuff, by the way. Nico. Heâll die on the spot,â Asten said, running a hand through his messy hair.Â
âOkay,â Is all Bentley replied. With the reactions heâd seen from Nico so far (nearly crying over riding the bus, having an asthma attack over riding the bus, crying in the janitors closet when he wasnât even the one afraidâŚ) he really wouldnât doubt it.
A few moments of silence passed. âHey, Bentley?â
He looked up at Asten, brown eyes meeting green. âYeah?â
âHave you really not seen her since your dream?âÂ
Bentley shook his head, pulling the blanket further onto his lap. âNo, I havenât. Not even when we went to pick you up.â
âI donât think sheâs alone,â
Bentley pinched his brows together, glancing over at Asten, who was staring off, deep in thought.
âWhat do you mean?â
Asten looked up at him, then down. âShe was branded. Behind her left ear. I saw it in my dream â A symbol that looked like a weird A.â
Bentley sat up straighter. âWhats branded?â
âItâs, like⌠where you form metal in a certain symbol, then heat it up and burn the symbol onto someoneâs skin. Like a mark that they belong to someone else,â He explained. âLuckily itâs not a common thing.â
Bentley squirmed a little in his spot, thinking about being branded by red-hot metal. âYou⌠think she has a boss?â
Asten shrugged. âItâs just a thought. People donât usually just brand themselves. Unless theyâre trying to trick you and she knows I saw it, in that case, I donât know.â
Another tense silence passed, but the way the gears were turning in each of their heads was nearly audible.
âYou said in the car, you wanted your face to be the last thing she ever saw,â Bentley started, glancing up at him. âWould you actually go after her?â
Astenâs eyes lingered on his for a few moments, and something like a storm glimmered in the back of his green eyes. Similar to at school, but not so prominent. âIf sheâs going to make our lives miserable, then the least I can do is make herâs a hellscape in return. Why?â
Bentley glanced at his bedroom door, thinking of the family beyond.
âBecause IâŚâ Want to be good enough for them.
â⌠Want to help you.â
Asten searched his face for a moment, raising an eyebrow.
âWeâll have to beat the police,â He suggested.
Bentley shrugged. âAnd Batman.â
Asten smirked lightly. âYou think we can do it?â
Iâve been trained into a deceptive weapon and living with the greatest detectives in the world, he wanted to reply.
âI think we need a plan,â Was what he said instead.
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Peekaboo!
Cg! Nikolai x Little! YN
Nikolai's poor little one had a bad day at college! But he's here to brighten your day up! Note: Sorry my delico nursery fic is taking awhile! I've had some writers block! Have this in the meanwhile! Things are getting hectic as classes start up soon, so things might start slowing down! TW: none.
You were sick of it all. You hated college. Today had been horrible, full of overdue assignments, long lectures, and even a failed exam. You just wanted to run home and cry into your pile of stuffed animals and have your paci and lambie-
Suddenly your stream of thoughts was interupted by your ringtone- a very silly little jingle that Nikolai, your caregiver, had put on your phone for you. You picked up:
"Hello?"
"Hellooo! How's my little birdie today? I do hope you won't keep me waiting~" Nikolai's voice practically jumped out at you. You kept driving, getting close to home, but you couldn't shake that feeling in the back of your mind.
"I'm almost home. Just a few more turns."
"Don't keep me waiting! See ya soon, little birdieee~" And with that he hung up.
Sure enough, a few turns later, and you were back home. As soon as you stepped in, a yellow portal appeared behind you, and you found yourself being pulled through it by a gloved hand. With a startled yelp, you found yourself in Nikolai's arms in your room.
"Hello, little birdie~ miss me?" He chuckled teasingly. Most days you'd giggle or push him playfully. But today was different, and instead of laughing, you burst out crying, the day's weight finally crashing on you like a tidal wave. Nikolai was shocked to say the least, and began rocking you gently. "Hey.... hey little birdie... why the tears?" He asked, his loud voice softening a bit as he rocked you and stroked your hair with one of his gloved hands. You kept crying, feeling so small and vulnerable.
"I had a bad day!" You cried, your voice slowly becoming more incoherent and slurred. Nikolai sighed softly and clicked his tongue. "Oh baby... you wanna tell me what happened?" He cooed softly. You proceeded to ramble on about the failed exam, long assignments, and how tired you were. Nikolai shushed you gently as he cradled you too him.
"Oh, my poor little birdie... Such a little one doesn't need so much stress! Come now, let papa Nikolai soothe that racked brain of yours..." Nikolai crooned gently, his nose brushing upon your cheek.
He sat you back down on the blanket and covered his eyes.
"Where's the baby? Where's YN?" He spoke out loud, his voice a tad bit higher. You leaned in in anticipation:
"BOO!! There they are!!" He exclaimed, uncovering his face. You burst out giggling at his funny faces. He kept repeating the same motion, his face changing and popping out of his cloak, shouting 'Peekaboo' each time without fail. After a long while, he noticed you were getting sleepy, no doubt from all the crying and exhaustion. He swept you up and carried you to your bedroom, laying you on a padded mattress on the ground. surrounding it was your entire collection of oversized stuffed animals and pillows. He tucked you in with your favorite blanket, and put your pacifier, which was your favorite color. He kissed your upon your hair softly, his white braid brushing upon your face gently.
"Good night, my little birdie..." He crooned softly. ~END~
#agere#sfw agere#agere imagine#agere caregiver#agere fic#age regression#bsd#bsd nikolai#bsd nikolai cg#bsd agere
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Mission Accomplished
Hereâs my submission for day 2 of Lin Beifongâs Week. You can also find it on AO3.
Pairing: Lin Beifong x Mako
Rating: T
Art made by JadeLotusđ
The last time he had checked the time, it was back in the precinct, and it was midnight then. There was no knowing what time it was now. When it came to waiting, one could never tell if hours had gone by a mere few seconds. Impatience was becoming of Mako in the same way hunger was for Bolin; all bets were off. There was no telling what either brother would do under those dire circumstances.
Lin on the other hand was infuriatingly patient. She had this knack for staring at the same spot for minutes without screaming at the nothingness.
âChief,â Mako said, clearing his throat. âWhat if they gave us a false lead?â
âMy source is very reliable,â she said without turning around.
The smell was starting to get too him too now. There was a thin slit between the dumpster and the concrete wall of the alley through which Lin was spying on the warehouse across the street. They were well hidden in the shadows of demolition and that giant, odor-laden container of indefinite squalor. Â
âWho is your source?â
Lin grumbled something incoherent in response.
Great, so this was getting to her too.
âShould we maybe leave? I donât think anybodyâs going to show upââ
âShut it, Mako!â she growled, still not facing him.
âI just mean, itâs pretty late andââ
âAnd night time scares you?â
âWhat- no!â
âThen zip it and let me focus,â she said.
Mako sighed and moved towards her. He crouched down beside her even though there was no way heâd be able to see through that little slit without fully invading her personal space. He had binoculars too, but what good were they without a view?
So instead, he watched Lin. He considered her carefully. She was a lot smaller without her uniform, and that incited a sense of protectiveness in him. His mind began wandering. He wondered heâd do if Lin was attacked without her armor. If she was hurt and how she wouldnât stop fighting until her last breath. She had that grit in her eyes. That tenacity in her frame. Her face would contort into her signature scowl- which now that he thought about- was cutesy pout without her armor.
He shook his head. No, Lin wasnât cute. That wasnât a word anyone would use to describe Lin Beifong. But somehow, at the core of Makoâs impatience, he found that 'cute' suited her just fine. He smiled to himself as he continued watching her. He pondered on the idea that Lin Beifong was cute and he would want to protect her at all costs. Possibly even wrap his arms around her to hold her safely.
So, when Chief Beifong turned around to see Mako with a cheeky smile spread across his face looking like he hadnât experienced a thought in his whole life, she actually groaned. She rolled her eyes and turned back to watch the static warehouse.
Mako moved closer, and Lin could feel his presence against her side. He swallowed. He was growing more and more impatient and those fleeting thoughts about Lin werenât helping his resolve. He needed to do something. Something about the bust or something about the tingling in his belly at the sight of his boss.
He wasnât sure which one was going to combat, but he began anyway. âChief, doââ
âShhh!â she hushed him. âI see movement.â
Mako leaned over her, worming into her personal space and choosing to circle back to his feelings about that later. He saw three people exit the warehouse and he recognized them immediately. Iceman Wahkan, known for his ice blade attacks, Agni Kai leader, Zinji and Jargala Omo, the leader of the Creeping Crystal Triad. It was odd that these three were having a meeting but having worked with triads before, Mako knew that they were likely coming to some kind of understanding; territorial or so.
âWhat do we do now?â he asked.
Lin didnât reply. Mako surmised that she was probably going to try and take them down herself. Typical Chief Lin Beifong.
âTheyâll recognize us just as easily as we recognized them,â he said, standing up a touch. âWe need to call for back up. Thereâs a good chance theyâre not alone.â
âShh!â she yelled softly, yanking him by his hand back down to the ground. She held his hand first, technically, Mako thought. Her hand was still loosely touching his but it was only because he stiffened his palm within hers, so theyâd still be touching until she consciously moved her hand away.
âTheyâre crossing the road,â Lin narrated what she was seeing. Of course, she had paid no mind to Makoâs skin still touching hers. As she put on her coat over her black tunic, she snatched the binoculars from Makoâs other hand.
âThere's something in here. Theyâre entering this building to leave the city through the swamp behind,â she said, unaware of Makoâs eyes on her. The back door of this building was beside the dumpster, right where they were standing.
Mako and Lin were caught right in the middle of their exit scheme. The only thing worse than not catching criminals is letting the criminals catch you.
âQuick, we need to move. We canât be made!â she scrambled.
However, instinct got the better of Mako and he pulled her by the door. He rammed her into the wall and with either hand grasping her waist, lifted her against his body.
âMako, what do you think youâreââ
âHiding in plain sight. Weâll blend into the darkness better thanââ
âJargala has great seismic sensing,â she said, wrapping her legs around Makoâs waist. It meant Makoâs feet needed to be off the ground too. He felt a brick sticking out the wall and quickly stepped on it, pushing himself further into Lin. Since there was only space for one of his feet, his other foot was hanging in the air and that brick was essentially carrying his and Linâs weight. He hoped it wouldnât give out. At least not until the bad guys were gone.
Makoâs face was painfully close to Linâs. He could smell her hair, her neck, the coffee, her scent andâ
There was a rattling sound. They were indeed using the back door next to them to escape. Lucky for them, the door opened outwards and would hide the two of them with their brick behind it.
Rightfully so, the door slammed open, slightly hitting Makoâs shoulder. Lin turned stiff against him and Makoâs arm pulled her closer into his body. Those idiotic sensibilities to protect Lin with his life were coming back.Â
Zinji was the last one to step out also the one who shut the door to the building. And of course, they noticed two people in the alley that was supposed to be empty.
Thatâs when a new impulse clouded Makoâs mind. He roughly pressed his lips onto hers, vaguely aware of the three-person audience they had acquired. As if privy to Makoâs most personal thoughts and fantasies, Lin kissed him back. She whimpered softly in his mouth and ran her fingers through his hair. She didnât want to think about what she was feeling against her inner thigh that rested on Makoâs thigh, but she kept going.
Jargala snorted. âHorn dogs.â
Lin opened one eye and just as the three of them turned away from them, she pushed Mako away and in the blink of an eye, raised the ground and trapped all of them. For Jargala, Lin raised the metallic top of the dumpster, tore it in half and embedded it in the rocks covering the earthbender so she couldnât escape. Criminals may be learning the old Beifong styles, but metalbending would always be a Beifong original.
âRun to the satomobile and call for backup, Mako. Theyâre going to have a long night behind bars.â
âChief Beifong getting it on with the rookie,â Wahkan cackled as Mako left the scene. Â He was half annoyed he didnât have to hear the rest of it because Lin did, but the idea of never feeling Linâs lips on his again saddened him even more.
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Mako stood by her side as the police-satos took the three criminals away. Their stakeout was a success, but Mako was feeling less than accomplished. He wanted to talk to Lin. No, he wanted to kiss her. Okay, okay, he wanted to talk about the kiss and then kiss her some more.
âThey were hiding drugs inside the jennamite and distributing it amongst the triads,â Lin scoffed. âMorons.â
Mako gave her a tight smile.
âItâs almost dawn, go get some rest, detective,â she ordered. âWeâll reconvene atââ
âThe engagement party!â he finished quickly.Â
âWhat?â
âBolin and Opalâs engagement party?â He joined his eyebrows with concern and confusion. âItâs tonight.â
âRight,â Lin remembered. âI meant Iâd see you at the station. Thereâs no way Iâm letting you off this paperwork.â
âRight.â
âGood night, detective.â She began walking away. Â But before he realized what was doing, Makoâs hand reached for her wrist and grasped it, pulling her back.
âExcuse meââ
âGo out with me, Lin. I mean,â he was choking, âI would like to go out with you- I want to take you out. No, I mean, take you out like on a date not take you out like kill you or- I should just stopââ
Lin stared at him. Her bottom lip was curled out and her brows were joined together like she was worried he was having a stroke or something.
âThat kiss was- well,â Suddenly, those taunting comments he missed were coming back to him. He didnât hear them but he knew the nature of its contents. Lin would never go out with a detective. They worked together. It was unprofessional and even if Lin did entirely enjoy the kiss, she still wouldnât go out with someone with his dating records. He was hopeless.
So, he stood there, silently gaping at her face.Â
âI have to leave, detective. I am imaginably exhausted.âÂ
He didnât say another word after that. He simply watched her walk away from him and disappear into the night.
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Sparks of crimson, blue, white, and gold colored the sky. Bolin and Opal had a beautiful engagement ceremony and an even grander party. Suyin had pulled all the stops for her one and only daughter.
Something about the lights, the love or the celebration of companionship felt seemingly soothing. It wasnât nearly as terrible as Lin had thought. So, she made her way to where a brooding young man stood with a glass of pomegranate champagne.
When her shoulder brushed against his, he turned to his side.
âYou were right. I think sleep deprivation makes me delusional.â
Lin smirked. It hadnât gone unnoticed by the firebender how gorgeous Lin looked in that green silk gown. He decided to allow himself a crush as long as he contained his feelings inside his head. He was all but appreciating beauty.
But surprisingly, she replied, âYou were right too. That kiss was- wellâŚâ she shrugged nervously.
âYeah,â Mako agreed with a shy smile. âIt was a spur of the moment decision- Iâm sorry I kissed youââ
âDonât be!â
Now he turned towards her. She really was such a spectacular woman, and she was smirking at him. His heart was thumping loudly in his chest, and he briefly wondered if she could feel it from the Earth.
âIs the offer still open?â she asked innocently.
Mako smiled and looked at his feet bashfully. âWould you?" he shook his head, âWould you want to go out with me?â
âIâd like to,â she whispered and slid her hand into his. "We make a decent team."Â
Mako squeezed her hand and turned back towards the fireworks in the sky.Â
Chief Beifong was actually going to get it on with him. He smiled to himself at the thought.Â
Mission accomplished.Â
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