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supernovafics · 1 year ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 5.6k words

warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, “the beatles” slander (sorry?), just a lil bit of angst

summary: in which you force you and steve to have a housewarming party

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Fall 1985

“Oh no, you’re playing The Beatles at full volume... On a scale of one to ten, how worried should I be for you right now?”

Hearing Steve’s voice right then put a timestamp on how long you’d been in your current position— lying in the dark on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment, an oversized hoodie, which just so happened to be Steve’s, covering your body; even the hood was pulled over your head because you wanted to feel completely cocooned.

He finished his shift at Family Video at seven and the drive usually took no more than twenty minutes, and you’d gotten home from your last class around five. That meant you’d been sulking for over two hours. A part of you felt a bit disappointed in yourself.

Not enough to stop sulking and get up from the couch, though.

Steve flicked on the light, which made you groan and pull on the strings of the hoodie so that your eyes were covered too, and then he walked over to where the record player sat atop a low shelf that was full of books, magazines, and random trinkets including a pink piggy bank that contained stray arcade tokens rather than actual money. He turned off the record player, putting a stop to the Abbey Road vinyl that you had been playing on repeat for hours. You absolutely detested The Beatles so whenever you were in a melancholic mood, it felt only right to play their music.

“Our neighbors probably hate us now,” Steve said as he joined you on the couch, moving your legs for a moment so that he could sit down and then placing them over his lap. “If we don’t get the cookie basket from Miss Johnson for Christmas, I fully blame you.”

He expected that to get a laugh or at least a smile out of you. The mention of the sweet old woman a few doors down who had given you two a welcome basket full of freshly baked muffins when you moved in and then promised to bring you the cookies that she always made and gave to people in the building during the holidays.

You didn’t do either of those things though. Your mouth felt too stuck in a straight line to even think about smiling. Therefore, you instead disregarded everything Steve had said since he’d entered the apartment and mumbled, “Why are guys such idiots?”

He placed a hand over his heart as if he’d just been wounded. “Ouch.”

You pulled the hood off your head and then propped yourself up by your elbows to finally look at him. “Obviously, you’re the exception.” You then thought about your words for a brief moment. “Well, sometimes.”

“Double ouch,” He said. “But yes, guys are idiots. Which one are you talking about, in particular? Charlie?”

You sighed and looked away. “Sadly.”

“He’s lasted longer than I expected,” Steve told you. He fully thought that the crush you had on this guy from your early morning Statistics class wouldn’t stem past a few weeks.

“At this point, I wish I didn’t like him anymore,” You responded and then looked at Steve again, a small amused smile gracing your lips as you thought of something. “Any hot people come into Family Video lately?”

Steve simply laughed and shook his head at you.

It was almost too easy for you to develop a crush on someone. So much so that many of them you wouldn’t even mention to Steve or your other friends because of how fast they’d come and go.

Most of the time, the inevitable abrupt ending of the crushes would leave you feeling something adjacent to heartbreak because most of the guys you’d ended up liking were, in fact, idiots, or you’d feel disappointment because your feelings never lived up to how they were at the beginning of the crush. But there was always still something about the idea of liking someone that was surprisingly fun to you. You wouldn’t necessarily call yourself a hopeless romantic, but it sometimes felt as if you were exactly that.

You finally sat up from the couch and moved close to Steve. “Okay, spare me the supportive best friend ‘we’ve known each other since we were ten and I only want the best for you’ spiel for a few moments and just answer a quick question for me, okay?”

Although he was completely confused and would’ve killed for more context, Steve nodded at your current antics. “Okay.”

“If we had just finished a really hard test, and you were worried about how you did on it, and I did this,” You grabbed his hand, linking it with yours and giving him the sweetest smile that was typically only reserved for when you were hardcore flirting with someone. “While saying ‘I’m sure you did great,’ you would understand that I have a massive crush on you, right?”

He glanced down at your intertwined hands for a brief moment before ultimately nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, I would.”

“Exactly,” You said as you dropped Steve’s hand and then slumped back against the couch. “So Charlie pulling away— no smile back or anything— and simply saying, ‘Thanks. You probably did good too,’ in response to that means either he can’t read my stupidly obvious flirting cues, or he’s not into me. And, honestly, I’m almost certain it’s the second one.” Suddenly you were hit with a fresh wave of sadness and you pulled the hood over your head once again. “Please put back on The Beatles and let me wallow in peace for the rest of the night. I promise I’ll be better by the morning.”

“I’d rather hear Harold running on his squeaky wheel all night than The Beatles on repeat,” He said and you actually perked up at the mention of the pet you two had gotten only a few months ago, barely a week after you’d fully moved into the apartment, the brown and white furry creature formally known as “Harold the Hamster.”

Currently, he was sleeping only a few feet away in his cage that sat on the coffee table. Somehow he managed to be completely unbothered by the music you’d been loudly playing.

“Okay, how about this,” Steve started. “Let’s order a pizza from that place close by. I’ll even suffer and let you put olives on it.”

You pushed the hood off your head again so that you could look at your best friend, only slightly intrigued by what he was saying. “Keep talking…”

“And then we’ll watch The Breakfast Club because you love it and you immediately rented it out from Family Video when we got it in,” He continued and you perked up even more at the mention of one of your favorite movies. “Which, by the way, is a copy that is weeks overdue and has probably racked up an insane amount of late fees at this point.”

You smiled at him. “Good thing I know someone who works there. And he would never let me pay any late fees.”

“Wow, he sounds like a great guy.”

You shrugged as you looked away from Steve. “Meh, he’s alright.”

He immediately poked your side, causing you to laugh loudly. “I’m gonna make you pay all of the late fees now.”

“That’s very evil,” You said with a shake of your head, but you were still laughing because you knew that he wasn’t being serious.

Steve ordered the pizza as you put the Breakfast Club tape in and then you both settled on the couch again. You had probably watched the movie five times since you rented it, but somehow you hadn’t grown tired of it yet. Instead, it managed to effectively take your mind off of Charlie and the entire situation with him, at least for the time being.

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Steve may have been the one who worked at Family Video, but you knew that place so well it was almost as if you worked there too. His almost never-changing schedule was practically seared into your brain, and you knew the exact times the place was always busy and the moments when it was pretty much dead aside from a handful of random customers.

Somehow Fridays at noon were one of the store’s emptiest times.

Steve was standing behind the counter sorting through movies on a cart when you walked in.

“Hello,” You smiled at him. “I come bearing one not-at-all overdue copy of The Breakfast Club and very fun news.”

Steve was quick to smile back when he saw you, but it dropped when it seemed as if he remembered something. “Shouldn’t you be in your Psychology class right now?” Just like you knew his schedule like the back of your hand, he knew yours. “Your parents will find a way to blame me if you’ve dropped out of school, y’know.”

“My professor canceled last minute; her sister went into labor. So, don’t worry, you won’t be hearing any sort of lecture from my parents,” You answered as you dug in your bag for the movie.

Steve grabbed it from your outstretched hand and placed it on the cart before looking back at you. “What's your news?”

“Okay, so remember when we were ten and on that cruise, and you liked this random girl from New Jersey— Rebecca, I’m pretty sure her name was?” You said. “She was sixteen, completely unattainable, but I still tried to help you talk to her.”

That cruise was actually when you and Steve met. It was a very weird serendipitous kind of moment where your parents bumped into his at the buffet one of the first few days and found out that they not only lived in Indiana, but in a town that was two over from yours, and they even had a son that was the same age as you.

You had been somewhere sitting by the pool when this romcom-esque “meet cute” happened, but when your parents found you, they introduced you to Steve. Although at first, it felt like a friendship that was being forced upon you both, it was still nice to have someone other than your parents— actually, someone better than your parents— to hang out with on the ten-day trip.

You beat him countless times at air hockey at the arcade onboard and the two of you spent most of the nights successfully sneaking into the “club” that was only meant for kids fifteen and up— which was where his crush on Rebecca began and subsequently ended.

“Yes, I remember that, not my finest moment. But, I also don’t blame her, it probably would’ve been weirder if she wanted to flirt back to a ten-year-old,” Steve responded and then furrowed his eyebrows. “Wait, I’m confused, though. Is your news that you found her or something?”

You immediately shook your head at his question. “No, what I’m gonna say actually has nothing to do with that, but I wanted to remind you of how supportive I was of you during that time, and how supportive you should be of me right now with what I’m about to say.”

“I’ll always support you,” He didn’t hesitate to tell you. “Unless you’re pitching the matching tattoos idea again. And then, in that case, I guess our decade-long friendship will have to end here.”

“One day I’ll eventually convince you to do it; mark my words. And the tattoo will be one of those stupidly cringey ones where we each get a flower with the other person’s name blooming out of it.”

Steve did nothing but groan and shake his head at you, which only made you laugh.

“But, anyway, my actual news is that we’re having a party tonight,” You said and then continued before he could say anything in response just yet. “Kind of like a housewarming party. I realized that we never really had one.”

“We did have one.”

You shook your head and let out a sound that was a cross between a scoff and a laugh. “Robin and Eddie coming over on our first night and all of us smoking weed on the fire escape and then falling asleep on our mattresses in the living room because we didn’t have any furniture yet did not count as our housewarming party.”

Steve laughed a bit. “It was very fun, though.”

“It was great,” You agreed with a nod. “But, not an actual party, so that's why we're having one tonight.”

Steve only looked at you for a moment and you knew that he was trying to read you. He was the only person that you were certain could completely see through you— he could tell what you were feeling even when it was too hard for you to put those muddled thoughts into words, and he could see right through all of the bullshit you’d spew at times. Sometimes it annoyed you, but most times it felt nice to be so completely seen and understood.

It only took a second for things to seemingly click into place for him. “Is all of this about Charlie?”

“No,” You immediately answered, but you didn’t even sound convincing to yourself.

Of course, Steve didn’t believe you at all and he didn’t have to verbally say that for you to know, the unspoken words were clear in the deadpan look he gave you.

“Okay, fine. Yes, it is,” You said and then sighed as you leaned against the counter. “I saw him today and he said that he was planning to go to this party tonight and he wasn’t that excited about it, but it’s better than doing nothing on a Friday. And then for some insane reason, I blurted out that he should come to my party tonight instead. In hindsight, I probably should’ve immediately backtracked when I said that, but I didn’t and instead, this whole “housewarming party” plan was born.”

“Is there any way I can say no to this?” Steve asked and you quickly shook your head.

“Sorry, but no. Remember what happened on the cruise. Remember how I tried to be helpful with Rebecca,” You told him as you walked around so that you were behind the counter with him. You began sifting through the cart which was full of movies that people had just returned. “And honestly, I just wanna use this party as a last-ditch effort to see if he likes me, and if not then I’ll just make out with someone else at the party to get over him. So, actually, this is a win-win situation no matter what, and this party needs to happen.”

Steve only sighed in response at first, which made you look at him again. He then was quiet for a moment before ultimately nodding and plastering on the brightest and fakest smile you’d probably ever seen from him. “Okay, fine, let’s throw the best two months late housewarming party ever.”

You smiled back at him. “Thank you.”

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There were a lot of things Steve wanted to tell you.

One of the main things being how even though he hadn’t met him yet, he knew that Charlie definitely didn’t deserve you basically throwing a whole party for him just for you to see if he liked you back. Also, how actually most of the guys you ended up crushing on didn’t deserve your attention for a second.

However, he knew that he couldn’t tell you any of that. Not when you’d been there through his ups and downs when it came to dating, and not when you were always supportive; even though a lot of the time it was easy to tell that you weren’t the biggest fan of the girls he went out with.

Early on in your friendship, it was unspokenly decided that bearing through each other’s plethora of shitty relationships just came with the territory of being best friends, and whenever things inevitably went downhill you’d both just be there for each other to pick up the metaphoric pieces.

However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t internally roll his eyes when about an hour into the party he finally did meet Charlie. It was a brief interaction where you introduced them when he entered the apartment and then Steve almost immediately walked away because he knew that you wanted to be alone with Charlie. Well, as “alone” as you two could be with a party that was in full swing around you.

Your shared apartment quickly became full of at least forty people. It was a mix of people from your classes, the small handful of people from high school that you still sometimes talked to, a bunch of people that Steve knew, and anyone else that Robin and Eddie also wanted to invite. For a party thrown together at the last possible second, you both had to admit that it was a pretty solid turnout.

And also for a party that Steve hadn’t really wanted to have in the first place, he was actually having a good time. He was playing a drinking game version of Uno with Robin and a few others circled around the coffee table; Harold’s cage was placed next to him on the couch for the time being.

After a second round in a row where Robin won— she was always crazy good at the game— Steve wanted to ask you to join because he knew how much you loved the game, even though you were very bad at it. He was even tipsy enough that he would’ve been fine with Charlie joining in as well.

He looked around, trying to find you, and it was something that should’ve happened in seconds. No matter what, it was always somehow easy to spot each other in any sort of crowded room— how effortless it always was almost felt equivalent to some weird kind of party trick. However, this time, Steve couldn’t find you.

At first, he thought that that meant that things were going well with Charlie, but when he eventually spotted him standing in the kitchen talking and smiling at a girl who was definitely not you, he had a feeling that things had probably gone the opposite.

“I’m gonna sit out this round,” Steve said to Robin as he got up from the couch.

The short walk to your bedroom was more difficult than expected because maneuvering through all of the people in the apartment proved to be a battle in itself. He ignored the sign on your door that said “Keep Out!” which you put up right before the party started to discourage people from going into your room and using it as a place to make out or have sex; Steve also had a sign on his door.

When he walked in, he didn’t see you on your bed or sitting at your desk, or even lying on the floor, so he headed to the door right next to your closet that led to your bathroom.

“Hey, you in there?”

Twenty minutes ago, when you went into your bathroom, you had initially thought that you didn’t want to talk to or see anyone— you wanted to wallow alone and in silence. But, it turned out that hearing Steve’s voice right then didn’t annoy you or make you upset. Instead, it was the exact voice you wanted to hear in that moment— because, of course, Steve never counted as just anyone.

You were sitting in your empty white tub. The cool porcelain felt nice against the exposed parts of your skin that the dress you were wearing didn’t cover, and you thought that the small confines of your bathroom would be the perfect place to spend the rest of your night; a night that had gone downhill almost too fast.

“Yes,” You mumbled, but it was loud enough for Steve to hear.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “Yes. But, please don’t turn on the light.”

“Okay.”

You heard the door open then close and then the sound of the shower curtain being pushed to the side caught your attention and you looked up at Steve.

“What happened?” He asked. Your eyes had long adjusted to the darkness so you could make out his face fairly well and you could see the concerned look on it.

“I don’t wanna lie and say nothing, but I also don’t really wanna talk about it right now.”

“That’s okay,” He said with a small nod. “Can I sit?”

You didn’t verbally answer and instead simply pulled your knees up to make room in the tub for him. He got in, pulling his knees up as well, and for a few moments, it was quiet. You could faintly hear the sound of music coming from the living room, but you couldn’t fully make out whatever vinyl Eddie decided to play on the record player.

“Someone gave us a plant,” Steve told you, breaking the silence. “Housewarming gift.”

“Oh, no,” You responded with a small sigh. You and Steve were probably the least “green thumb” people ever. “It’s gonna be dead in a week.”

“She said it’s a low-maintenance one so we’ll see how true that is,” He said as he shrugged. “Now that I’m thinking about it, though, is it weird that we can easily take care of a hamster, but a plant will barely last a week with us?”

You shook your head. “Harold provides us constant love and affection— even when he’s running on his squeaky wheel at three in the morning, it’s somehow still adorable— a plant does not do that. So, which one are we gonna remember to care for?”

“Very, very true.”

“At least one person gave us a gift, though,” You said. “Now that I’m remembering that we called this a housewarming party, I’m actually kinda upset that we didn’t get any more presents. Where’s our fancy plates and cookware, or even a nice throw blanket?”

You were only slightly joking with your statement, you would’ve actually loved getting a blanket.

Steve laughed a bit. “If that’s what you wanted then we should’ve invited our moms and their friends.”

“Fuck, we really should’ve done that when we moved in. Such a missed opportunity.”

“I fully think that if we did do that our apartment would look eerily similar to Miss Johnson’s,” Steve said and you could imagine it completely. Frilly white curtains in the living room instead of the black ones that were currently up that blocked out the sun perfectly, and flowery pillows on the gray couch instead of the sage green ones that you found on sale a few weeks ago.

You inwardly shuddered at the thought. “Okay, yes, that’s probably true, but at least we would be using nice plates and not the Mickey Mouse ones we got from that thrift shop.”

Steve jokingly gasped, offended. “I love those Mickey plates, actually.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Just for a moment, it was nice to completely forget about what happened not even an hour ago and what led you to essentially hide away in your bathroom in the first place.

Things got quiet again and it was the kind of silence that you liked; the kind that made you feel completely comfortable with spending the rest of the night avoiding everything and staying right there in your tub with Steve, and you knew that he would’ve been okay with that too. Even though your bodies would’ve probably started aching after just thirty minutes of being in this position, and he was taller so it would be worse for him, he wouldn’t have complained.

You focused on the muffled sound of the music playing in the living room. This time you managed to make out the familiar beat of the song; Somebody to Love by Queen. You let out a sigh because that song playing right then somehow felt way too on the nose.

Steve reached over and lightly poked your knee. “You okay?”

You were so close to pushing the question away again, avoiding the topic and bringing up something else completely— maybe saying that you actually loved those damn Mickey Mouse plates too— but you actually didn’t feel like brushing the topic away anymore.

“He doesn’t like me,” You abruptly said, voice quiet. “I was tired of trying to read between lines and shit, so I just asked him, and he said no.”

You noticed the sad look cross Steve’s face, which only made a fresh wave of embarrassment and sadness wash over you, but you kept going before he could say anything just yet. “And then to make that whole moment even more embarrassing for me, after he said no he pointed at this girl— I don’t know her name, I think Robin invited her— and asked if I knew if she was single or not.”

Steve’s response of “What the fuck,” was immediate and it was really nice hearing how angry he was on your behalf and it made you smile a bit.

“This past hour has been extremely humbling for me. And I know I said I’d find someone to make out with if things didn’t work out with Charlie, but I’m not even in the mood to do that,” You told him as you leaned back against the cool tub and closed your eyes. “And you wanna know what the worst part of all of this is?”

“What?” “I’m not even drunk right now, so I’ll sadly remember all of this tomorrow.”

You weren’t entirely sure what you expected Steve to say in response to that, but you fully did not expect him to laugh. You opened your eyes and lightly kicked his leg. “Wow, thank you for laughing at my pain.”

“I’m sorry. I am a little drunk right now, so you saying that you’re not is kind of funny because it feels like the roles are reversed,” He said and you slightly hated how right he was. At any party you went to, he was usually the sober-ish one helping you out whenever you drank too much. “Robin and I were playing the Uno drinking game with some people.”

“What? I can’t believe I missed that.”

“We can go play it now. You’d honestly probably win for once since you’re the only one of us who isn’t drunk.”

“Ha ha,” You said with a roll of your eyes as you reached forward so that you could playfully hit him. “I know I’m the worst at that game, but it doesn’t make it any less fun.”

“Okay, come on, let’s go play,” Steve said before standing up, and then reaching his hands out toward you so that he could help you up.

He was trying to cheer you up, you could clearly see that, and you almost took him up on his suggestion. But, the thought of leaving your bathroom or even the comfort of the tub didn’t sit well with you. Mainly since you were unsure if Charlie was still out there and you didn’t want to see him or what he was doing because you knew you’d only feel embarrassed all over again. Yes, it was your apartment and you could’ve easily kicked him out if he was still there, but it felt so much easier to simply stay right where you were.

You looked up at Steve and shook your head. “I don’t really wanna play, actually.”

Steve sat back down with you. “Okay, I haven’t seen you this upset over a guy in a long time. What is it about Charlie? Why is he so special?”

It only took a second for an answer to come to your mind because it was something that you had actually been thinking about a lot lately but had yet to verbalize it.

“I don’t– I don’t even think it’s really about him specifically. It’s just, I’m so tired of having crushes— of liking a guy and it going absolutely nowhere… I want something real. It’s been what feels like forever, and the last time was with that guy whose name we will never say in this house. And we both know how that horrific relationship ended.” It was rare that you ever talked about that relationship anymore, so hearing you mention it right then— even in just a minor way— actually surprised Steve, it even surprised you a little bit. That relationship was something that went on from the end of your Sophomore year of high school to the middle of Junior year; close to a year of your life that you really wished you could get back because you put up with a lot of shit that you now knew you shouldn’t have.

“I want something good for once, and I thought that maybe I could have that with Charlie. I thought maybe he wasn’t an asshole. But, now I’m back at fucking square one, and it’s just so…” You trailed off with a sigh, not bothering to finish your statement.

“It’ll happen. You’ll find someone. Someone actually good,” Steve told you, his voice was soft and you could hear the sincerity behind his words.

You let out a sigh and leaned your head back against the wall. “Sometimes I hate talking about relationship stuff with you.”

“What? Why?” Steve asked. He sounded genuinely confused and for a second you felt bad because there wasn’t supposed to be anything you didn’t like talking about with him— you were best friends.

“Because you can get a date with any girl ever, and you could probably easily be in a committed, serious thing if you wanted to. Meanwhile, I’m getting rejected left and right or falling for complete idiots,” You answered, letting the words fall out and not really thinking about them too much because they just felt way too true. However, once they fully registered in your head, you could feel yourself inwardly cringing. “Ew. Oh, God, I sound pathetic. Please forget I said anything.”

“It’s not true,” Steve told you with an immediate shake of his head. You almost said “Which part?” but he continued before you could ask that question. “I go on dates, yeah. But, none of them are close to, or are even leading to, something real. Even if I wanted it to, the girls I date don’t want something real with me.”

You considered his words for a second. “Well, in that case, they’re idiots.”

“Charlie’s an idiot too.”

“Cheers to that,” You responded. “God, I wish I was drunk right now.”

Steve laughed at your words and then opened his mouth to say something. For some reason, you had a feeling that he was going to try and coax you out of the bathroom again, and you were still unsure if you wanted to get up just yet, so you decided to say something before he could. “Do you ever want something serious?”

He was quiet for a second, as if really thinking about your question. “I don’t know… It changes a lot.” You nodded at that before he continued. “Most of the time I think I do, though.”

“Well, with what you just said about the girls you date and with what happened to me tonight, I think you and I are just gonna be alone together forever.”

He let out a small laugh. “I think so too.”

You smiled at him. “And I know that should sound at least a little bit sad, but right now, it honestly doesn’t.”

He smiled back at you. “Yeah, that actually sounds okay.”

Neither of you got the chance to say anything else because the sound of the door opening caught both of your attention.

“Okay, two things,” You both recognized Robin’s voice before she pulled back the curtain to look down at you two. “One, I really need to pee so I need you both to get out of here, please. And two, Eddie pulled Harold out of his cage and is trying to teach him to do tricks.”

You groaned as you started standing up. “Oh, God. Not again.”

Steve followed suit, standing up as well, as he rolled his eyes. “Why is that always his go-to thing to do when he’s high?”

Robin laughed, you easily noticed how tipsy she was. “And what makes it even funnier is that he does this all the time but Harold has not actually learned any “trick” yet.”

“The day that Eddie somehow teaches him how to “roll over,” I will pass away in shock,” You said as you adjusted your dress, fixing how much it had ridden up while you were sitting in the tub.

You and Steve stepped out of your bathroom to let Robin use it. But, you hesitated to open your bedroom door and let you two step back into the party happening in the rest of the apartment.

Steve easily noticed your hesitation and his hand found yours, giving it a light reassuring squeeze. “You handle Eddie, and if Charlie is still here, I’ll tell him to leave, okay?”

You inwardly sighed in relief hearing him say that because, of course, he knew the exact thing you had been worried about.

“Thanks.” There was so much more said in the simple one-word— thank you for reading my mind, thank you for always being able to do so, thank you for being the best goddamn person in my life.

Steve nodded and gave your hand another squeeze, hearing all of those underlying words and then some. “I have been waiting all night to do this, actually, so thank you. And we’re playing the Uno drinking game after.”

You smiled at that and gave him a quick nod. “Okay.”

You then opened your door and stepped out, giving Steve’s hand a squeeze of your own before pulling away as you started making your way toward Eddie, who was sitting on the couch with Harold in his lap. You pretended as if you were completely unaffected when you briefly noticed Charlie standing in your kitchen and talking to the same girl he had pointed out to you earlier.

“Edward Munson put Harold back in his cage right now.”

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linphd · 2 years ago

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Getting caught in their room | NSFW Headcanons

gender neutral

-> As someone bursts in their room, they find you in their bed in a rather surprising situation. Obviously, all the characters are now in 3rd year.

-> Neito Monoma, Hitoshi Shinsou, Katsuki Bakugou.

Neito Monoma

Somehow luckily for you, you were in the 3B building and not Monoma in yours. Sure, he had been the one stupid enough to leave the door unlocked, so when Tetsutetsu walked in to ask to train with his friend, he was the one discovering you almost naked.

His scream obviously attracted others. Monoma quickly arrived -he had gone to Setsuna’s room to get some answers for homework he hadn’t done- and rushed everyone out of his room, telling you he « would get Shinsou involved so they forget. », « I… don’t think he can do that. » you replied.

You weren’t dating him. You just thought hatred made sex exciting and it had been a few months those several years of not standing him were finally benefiting you. So yeah, getting caught as -obviously- Neito Monoma’s booty call wasn’t really nice for you.

Surely he still had something done, because everyone in your class seemed unaware of this situation. It’s only when Shihai, during a joint training within the hero branch, after a little remark from the blonde, spat : « Ah ! At least I don’t sneak at night in campus to get laid. » that you got scared.

Monoma dropped his usual grin, looking genuinely confused. « I… don’t know what you’re talking about ? » making even Shihai disturbed. You checked the rest of 3B, and only a few of them glanced at you and then acted like nothing had happened. Well, surprisingly, Monoma was rather trustworthy with all of this !

Hitoshi Shinsou

It’s actually Denki that entered Shinsou’s dorm uninvited. You were usually very careful, never staying late in his room and him always locking the door. But it was New Year’s Eve, and you were both drunk and not careful the night prior.

You both jumped at the loud noise, waking up as Denki started to scream « HAPPY NEW Y- ohhhhh, you already spent a happy new year, I see…. » he giggled. « Fuck off. » sighed Shinsou, checking if you were still covered enough despite the fact he had pulled the blanket towards him.

« Oh my God, now I’m curious- » the blonde started. « Of course ! » you sighed as well. « Has it been going on for long ? » Shinsou nodded. « Are you guys dating ? » he added. « Uhhhh… not really ? We just don’t see anybody else. » you replied. « Ah ! So you date but don’t wanna say it. » the blonde commented.

Obviously, the noise attracted everyone walking by, unfortunately for Shinsou and you, both still naked under the blanket. « It makes sense. » Kirishima stated. « So much sense ! » Denki added. Sero started to imitate you « Oh, Shinsou, you became so much stronger ! Ohhhh, your quirk is so impressive ! »

Denki added another commentary to Sero’s impression : « When they were sucking his dick they were doing it for real too ! » All the boys laughed, making Shinsou throw a pillow at them -despite being rather amused. « Now get out so I can finally dress up. » you said, making them rush out.

Katsuki Bakugou

Obviously, you were the one dumbass leaving the door unlocked. First thing Kirishima said was « makes sense » when he saw you laying there, under the sheets, obviously naked, while Katsuki was brushing his teeth.

He immediately called the rest of the Bakusquad, each of them less shocked than the other. « That’s why his room was forbidden ; so we wouldn’t walk on (Y/N) naked. », « Ohhhh that’s why they have privileges and can make fun of him without consequences. », « Elementary my dear Sero, the consequences are in bed. » Mina added.

« CAN YOU ALL SHUT UP AT ONCE ?! » Katsuki yelled from his bathroom, not seeming really surprised at the discovery -still furious though. « That’s why you’ve been so calm compared to our 1st year. You didn’t grow up, you just weren’t a frustrated teen anymore ! » Denki commented.

« Sooooo…. Y’all have been dating since when ? » Mina asked. « Yep, surely not Bakugou would have a booty call. Now, spill the beans. » the blonde added. You sighed. « Since the beginning of this year. Now get out so I can change. » you replied, making them all leave.

However, you didn’t know that Katsuki’s behavior was just a facade. As soon as you went to shower, he stepped out of his room and exploded each of his friends’ face, making Denki dumb in the process. A few threats and explosions later, the whole rest of the school is still unaware of your relationship.

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mjolnirswriststrap · 5 months ago

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Video Games

Bucky Barnes x Married!Reader x Steve Rogers

Masterlist Part 1/2

Summary: Running an advice blog often led you to solving others problems for them. So who do you turn to when your husband’s best friend is there every time you close your eyes?

Word Count: 2,026

Warnings: Cheating, Infidelity, Be prepared to wear the scarlet letter. Possessive husband!steve, throwing moral code right out the window.

“On Next Week’s Reader Submission….

“If you don’t let me get past you bitch, I’ll make you move.” I hear my fiancées friend say over game voicechat. I don’t know why but it stopped my brain in its tracks. Why did it instantly turn me on? Why did my brain wonder how exactly he would do that. My mind corrected itself because I know he was talking about a character in the game. But I instantly Imagined what if it was me, standing in his way? And he offered the same threat.

Pictures of him standing over me, looking down angrily while I stand there unmoving. I cleared them from my brain, stopping them in their tracks. My fiancé sits beside me, how sinful and disgusting of me to momentarily fantasize about his friend.

If only it wasn’t momentarily, it’s much worse. I’ve always sat and listened in on their banter. Most of the time it was amusing, their rage making me laugh because I can’t understand how a game could make them so upset. But sometimes that same rage was channeled through explicit language. I couldn’t count the amount of fucks, bitches, pussies, and obvious euphemisms; you’re not going nowhere, get on your knees for me, and the ones that I’m not proud of being, fucking stupid bitch, little pussy doesn’t know how to fight.

His words are meant for a 40 year old man playing video games in his basement, not me. But I fantasized about what if they were, always cutting my imagination short. It’s been an ongoing thing. I have to tell someone, and I thought ‘who else than my favorite advice blog?’. We know you keep things one hundred, that’s why we all come to you with our most pressing issues. What should I do Y/N? Do I keep pushing the fantasies away or let my brain have fun? Should I let my mind wander so my body never does? I don’t want to cheat on my husband but I cannot deny the way some of these words roll off his lips, it does things to me.

Love, A Long Time Reader x”

You finish typing the newsletter, sending it out, biting your nails waiting for the comments to roll in. Your readers aren’t very gentle, they like to call you harsh, but their words kept you from sharing a lot about yourself. Deciding to craft yourself into the persona they want. You wonder how they would respond to this, would they encourage it like feral women in heat or world they prude up and shame the submission for being dishonorable?

You tapped your nails on your desk waiting, after ten minutes of staring at your screen you finally decide to refresh, and like magic, 127 comments are ready for viewing. Your eyes dance across the screen eager to see the response.

“Sounds like she needs her husband to step it up in the bedroom.”

“She’s obviously not in love with her fiancé if she fantasizes about another man.”

“I think she should let her mind be free! Go for it girl! As long as you don’t act on your thoughts, you aren’t doing anything wrong.” You smile at the supportive comment.

“I sure hope Y/N tells this girl the honest truth, she’s cheating on her boo, don’t let her think this is acceptable behavior.” You sigh at the truth of that comment.

“Really wouldn’t consider it cheating, the reader is overreacting.” You hum at that one, raising your eyebrows.

Their comments gave you much to think about for your response the the submission. You close your laptop, feeling accomplished, posting that newsletter was like a heavy weight off your shoulders, you’re glad it’s done. You stand and stretch, your office was already dark and you turn off your rain machine as you exit, closing the door behind you. You shuffle down the stairs, the walls were echoing with the sound of men cheering. You walk into your living room, to be surprised by Bucky sitting on your couch beside Steve.

“Hey honey, finish your paper?” Steve throws the words over his shoulder, instantly focusing on the screen again. You didn’t even have time to answer before you were cut off by Bucky. “Dude I literally get no help, I’m on point and the whole team is fucking off.” The smashing of buttons fills the silence after.

“Huh?” Steve says, acting as if Bucky didn’t just shatter your ear drums. You smile at him, “Yes baby, hit send and closed my laptop, I was too tired to read any comments.” You laugh it off. You always read the comments, he knows that, so you had to come up with an excuse tonight. If you didn’t, he’d ask what they said, and that would mean you have to tell him what the articles about, which would be even more embarrassing to do infront of Bucky.

He nods, letting you off easy because his mind is preoccupied by the combat he’s partaking in with his friend. The game ends and Bucky stands up throwing the controller onto the cushion. “I’m done playing, the little bitch is cheating, fucking dumbass.��. He turns around and seems shocked by your presence behind the couch. He must have not heard you talking to Steve, over his focus or own voice. “Sorry.” He says when you stand there staring at him. It wasn’t because what he said actually shocked you. It’s because the words were perfect for the situation.

“You’re fine.” You say, not being able to look him in the eye for long. Too afraid that he might be able to read your mind. Leaning over the back of the couch, you grab Steve’s face and kiss him deeply. “Goodnight baby, don’t stay up too late.” You keep your grip on him, holding his stare till he agrees. “Where’s my kiss?” You hear from beside you. You jolt up pressing your brows together. “In your dreams pal.” Steve cuts in.

You fake laugh, looking up at Bucky. His smile told you he was joking, but you wish he wasn’t. You leave before another word is said. Walking but up the stairs to your shared bedroom with Steve. “Okay a couple more and then I’ll leave.” You hear Bucky offer as you make it to the top step. “Fine, but I have to make a pizza, my stomach is rumbling.” Steve says as you close your bedroom door.

You strip yourself of today’s outfit, jeans and a white fitted button down, tying your silk robe around yourself. Just as you’ve slid yourself into bed the door opens, it must be Steve coming to properly say goodnight to you. “You’ve come for more kisses?” You say when you feel him slide under the covers with you. You could feel his cold metal arm wrap around you and your eyes widen. “I’ve come to get my goodnight kiss.” He says, pressing himself into your back.

You press your eyes closed, and when you open them he’s gone, there’s no trace of him in the bed. You sit up quickly, you could’ve swore he was right there. You must have imagined it, but it felt so real. Looking around the room you take a deep breath, the door was still closed, and you could hear two voices shouting in the room beneath you.

With a sigh you lay back down, closing your eyes. You force the thoughts from your mind, you’re good at that. After about an hour you hear a door open and it rustles you from your sleep, this time you were fully in a sleep filled stupeur. Steve should’ve come up to bed by now, he probably fell asleep on the couch like he always does.

You shuffle downstairs, it was already dark in the house, at least he turned off the lights before passing out. You laugh at how silly your husband could be. Just as you expected you see a long lump on the couch, covered by the blanket you crotchet’d last Christmas. You walk over to him, laying on top of the blanket and whispering gently to wake him up. “Stevie, baby, come to bed and cuddle me.” You reach up to pull the blanket off his head but he does it before you can.

You let a gasp escape your lips when your eyes connect with blue ones; but they’re not your husband’s. You freeze in your spot, holding your breath, too embarrassed to say anything. Bucky stays silent too, but you feel his warm flesh hand wrap around your hip, and your eyebrows shoot up. “We could cuddle right here, doll.”.

You move to stand up, but he uses his metal hand to wrap around you, pulling you back down ontop of him, even closer than before, you could feel the different contours of his body, pressing into you. “I thought you were Steve, i’m sorry.” You say, not breaking eye contact with him. He huffs out a laugh and you can smell his cologne, it burned your nostrils in a good way.

“I’m not.” He says, scooting down slightly so your face is positioned more above him. You lift your hands, pressing them down on his chest. “Steve could see at any moment.” You whisper, finally realizing how bad this looks. “Isn’t that the best part?” He says, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. You feel jolts of electricity run from your lips down to your core. He’s right, the fear of getting caught turns this from embarrassing to the hottest thing you’ve ever done. You move your lips with his, testing him out. When he feels your participation he lets his flesh hand slide from your hip to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

You don’t know who you are in this moment, you’re just doing what feels right. Bucky nudges his tongue into your mouth and when you give him access you hear the shower turn on upstairs. Steve must have went to the bathroom before coming to bed. You break the kiss. “I really should go.” You pull yourself away from him, against your whole body’s will. He sits up with you, not willing to let you leave just yet.

“Wait, we have a couple minutes at least. Just stay.” He says, taking deep a breath. You stare into his eyes, trying to read his seriousness, he looks completely fucked out, lips red and swollen, sweat covering his forehead and his cheeks a deep shade of pink. “How long have you felt this way?” I ask quietly, shifting on his lap.

He shrugs his shoulders, not being able to put a date and time on it. “Let’s just say, I’ve always wanted what Steve had.” He says into your ear, nudging your hair off your neck with his nose. He places a wet kiss to your pulse point, letting his hands roam your body, you couldn’t push him away if you tried.

When you hear the water cease upstairs you finally stand up from his lap. Taking a large step towards the stairs. You hear his whisper yell from across the living room, “This isn’t over, tease.”. You tiptoe back up to your room, closing the door behind you without a click from the knob. Just when you’re about to slide back into bed you realize Steve will smell Bucky on you. You hear the bathroom door open and you quickly rip your silk robe off, kicking it under the bed and you practically jump into bed, closing your eyes and trying to get your heart to stop racing.

Steve steps into the room, and you can hear his heavy feet step towards the bed, throwing back the covers and sliding in beside you. “My baby.” He says even though he thinks you’re asleep. He reaches out and pulls you close to him, humming into your hair. You pretend to sleep, while he gets comfortable in the bed. He takes seemingly one last breath that has you holding yours.

“Why do you smell like Bucky?” You feel him go ridged against you, “Quit pretending to sleep.”.

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anemonelovesfiction · 1 year ago

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Fated Mates 2

Ao’nung x fem! Human reader

Warnings ⚠️: Sex, p in v, fingering (bc Ao’s fingers make me drool), obviously these characters are aged tf up

Y’all I included a little tradition within a marriage ceremony (not Ao & Y/n) please someone tell me if its cute bc I thought it was but now idk, I need like hella reassurance for my skxawng ass.

As always, English text is stricken through, except a blurb where I wrote a note bc there is too much English and I refused to strike through a large some of text

I did make a tag list, but personally I don’t think it’s my forte so I don’t believe I’ll be doing it again, I hope y’all can understand🥺

Tag List 🏷️ @shit-i-say-shit-i-think @universal-s1ut @lili-flower03 @deadpool15

Translation Station

Ma’Sempul: My father

Ma’itan: My son

Tawtute: Sky Person (used as “human”)

Tsahik: Spirtual healer

Tsakarem: Tsahik in training

Kinä: Seven (7)

Tìyawn: Love (or “My Love”)

Oel ngati kameie: I see you

Tewng: Loincloth

Yawne: Beloved

Skxawng: Moron

Tsmuke: Sister

Tsmukan: Brother

Sa’nok: Mother

Word count: 7.9K not as long as the other one but still

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“How is she?”

“I’m sorry?” I asked confusion evident in my voice and face as he asks me that question, I turn to face my father as he fails at hiding the amused glint in his eye.

“The girl you have spent your nights with for the past month.” He states as a smile breaks out onto his features and I’m a blushing mess. There was no way for me to hide it since my face had already given it away but I tried to move this along smoothly.

“It’s enough that mom knows, now you. Must you ask such private questions?” I groaned internally, the only reason he could be commenting on it had to be because my mother was growing impatient at finding any new information about it.

“Must you always hide everything from us?” He asks

“Ma’Sempul- we’re hunting, is now the time to ask such questions.” I asked.

“I worry about you ma‘itan.” He places a hand on my shoulder before one of the men hiding a ways from us signals at us.

“Thats the signal, lets go,” I broke the conversation short as I dove, my father following behind me.

We’d gotten up extremely early for this hunt to be successful. Quite a few people had gotten married during the last couple weeks and we had the last of the group marrying today. Every day we gathered together, the male of the couple included, to hunt for the feast at our communal dinner, it was the last test that not only could he provide for his mate, but when extreme circumstances arose, he too could prove useful to the clan.

The male of the soon-to-be mated pair had to plan the hunt the day of their union. Plan out where we were to swim, what we were to hunt, and instruct us on skinning the creature and instruct us how to cook it. We prided ourselves in being the providers for our clan and taking care of our mate, the women stayed behind and prepared our work stations once we got back.

It was a beautiful thing to witness a union of two souls, the night was an entire celebration dedicated to them, their friends and family showing their support toward them. I couldn’t wait for Tsireya’s, I’m sure they would make the decision here soon but I wouldn’t know when.

Capturing the beast wasn’t easy, the human boy was assisting as well and proved useful to us. He was great at holding his breath underwater, not as strong as we were, but could definitely hold his own. He, Lo’ak, and Rotxo worked very well together and it prided me knowing that these were the great men who were a part of Y/n’s life.

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“Could we talk about something?” Tsireya asks and her face was filled with worry, maybe happiness, confusion? I was usually good at reading her but today I was off.

“That depends, if it’s about Lo’ak, I’d really prefer to not hear it.” Kiri states as she gathers the same sized seashells into a basket. These were going to be used as decoration for tonights union.

“Kiri, stop being rude.” I tease and playfully roll my eyes before turning to the beautiful teal goddess before me

“Is something bothering you?” I asked her as I continued weaving this humongous garment with Tsireya on the other side of it.

They had a tradition where the two stomp on the middle shell, which happened to be the larger one, and however many pieces it broke into represented the two of them as well as the children they were to have. They would then tie their favorite piece of the shell in their song cord, their children's song cord would start with a piece of the broken shell representing both parents becoming one. This garment was going to be thrown around the two who were finalizing their union today as a means to show the clan that they were coming together after they pick their favorite piece and the rest placed in a small container they would take home.

“It’s about Ao’nung,” She bites her lip and apologetically looks at me.

“There must be something interesting for you to want to talk about your brother,” Kiri mentions and I have to force an angry/disgusted look on my face to keep up with the appearance.

“If I could mentally ascend to Eywa right now, I would.” I commented and she smiles while shaking her head to herself.

“Well, he’s been seeing someone recently.” She admits and I fight the urge to freeze, seem curious, or appear affected by her words.

“The sooner he’s out of our hair the better.” I go back to focusing on the weaving and Kiri laughs at that.

“Isn’t that a good thing, ‘Reya?” Kiri asks her and Tsireya looks kind of bothered.

“Oh, sweets, I’m sorry. Don’t take my comments to heart, but it looks like its bothering you, is this a bad thing?” I asked as the small frown had already edged itself into my heart. She shakes her head at my question.

“No, it’s just-“ She sighs and stops weaving, considering this was a two-person job I too had to stop weaving. She lets out a big sigh but still seems saddened.

“You can tell us, we’ll stop being assholes about it.” Kiri speaks up.

“He’s just different is all.” She states and looks like she’s embarrassed for what she said and just about speaks again- more than likely to change the subject.

“Different how?” I ask and she closes her mouth and looks up at me, her eyes very thankful that I’d asked.

“He just seems more patient and kind. His temper isn’t as harsh as it used to be and he is even kinder to the children because of it. I can only assume it has to do with this person he meets up with.”

“But it bothers you?” I asked again and she shakes her head.

“No! This change is good, it is something he needs. But he has yet to share with me and this big secret has been going on for a month. We share everything together and not being let in on this secret makes me feel like he does not trust me.”

“Don’t say that, I’m sure he is just very nervous about it, or maybe this person is very shy? Don’t take it personal, ‘Reya, when he comes home tonight why don’t you ask him about it, if he doesn’t want to share let him know you’re there for him and he will share when he’s ready.” Kiri offers and I look back and smile at her words of wisdom. She always knew what to say to make anybody feel better.

“I am just too nervous to talk with him about it.” Tsireya mentions.

“Hey, remember how nervous you were when you talked to him about Lo’ak?” I asked her and she nodded.

“He might be feeling that same way, but he was supportive- or at least I think he was, because you’re courting Lo’ak now. I’m sure he’s more nervous to tell you than you are of asking him.” I told her and she nods in understanding.

Just then we all hear the sound of the horn signifying the return of the hunters. Tsireya turns and I take advantage of her eyes being off me to scan the crowd for her brother, unable to find him in the massive crowd of teal bodies, although Lo’ak stood out to me and so did Spider. I’m glad I had the weaved garment nearby as soon as Tsireya turns since my eyes looked at my finger positioning at the same time she turned.

“Don’t worry, Y/n, we’re almost done.” She reassures me and I look back up at her, nodding my head as we started weaving once more.

“How long does that usually take?” I asked her.

“It’s tradition for the tsahik to say a few words and bless the union of the pair. Then we celebrate all night with dancing, singing, drinking, it lasts a long time too.”

“How soon do you think they’ll have kids?” I ask in genuine curiosity before feeling Kiri’s lightest swat at the back of my head and Tsireya full on laughing.

“Sorry, I forget tawtute are more invasive than you guys, but I was genuinely curious Kiri, I swear I wasn’t making a joke.” I turned my head toward her as she was squatting behind me finishing separating the shells.

“It depends on them,” Tsireya answered.

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Eclipse was quick to come from the moment we’d all finished cooking and getting ready for the union. The couple always had the tsahik speak blessings on them just before eclipse started and once it was over the two would share with the clan the vows they choose to make for their partner.

After the vows are shared, the tsakarem- Tsireya- lays down the garment behind the two and they turn to step on the shell in the middle. At this very moment the two were sharing their vows about their love for each other and I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over and catch a glimpse of Y/n.

She had one of her hands covering her mouth in awe as her other hand wiped away the tears escaping her eyes. I could see her sniffle a bit to contain herself and Kiri leans over to pat the girls head gently. I couldn’t help but smile at her reaction toward the ceremony and felt my heart swell with pride at the absolute sweet heart she is.

The couple had turned around and broken the shell, Tsireya kneeling on the floor to count the pieces the shell had broken into.

“Kinä!” Tsireya yells as everyone cheers.

Seven, they’re going to have five children between the two, what a blessing! I turned with a slight smile of my own and capture Y/n’s eyes with my own and she lifts her hand to sign a quick Hello. I signed back and she smiles widely.

It doesn’t take long for the singing to begin after they had gathered their shell pieces and everyone stood up. This would be the perfect opportunity to slip away to the woods with Y/n. I capture her eyes once more and cock my head back toward the woods and she nods her head, turning back to pretend to be paying attention to whatever her brother was saying.

I’d started walking away first, knowing she’d have to find her own way out of the conversation she was in. We often did this to prevent anyone from noticing us slipping away together and starting a rumor that would spread faster than whatever rumor was started that morning.

I knew it would probably take a bit for her to come meet me in the clearing so I’d decided to lurk a bit closer toward the edge of the woods to just watch her. Only to flare my nose when I’d noticed Rotxo walk up to her, wondering what in the great mother he thought he was doing. I’d wanted to walk over to her and pick her up and away from his presence but I knew what would happen if I did.

I didn’t need to be upsetting my mother at this moment, not that I would have cared, but she was due to give birth soon. And having my sibling pop out while my mother was stressed wasn’t a good mix. I also didn’t want to embarrass Y/n in front of her family or let her sweet ears listen to whatever kind of messed up comments the clan would have to say. I also don’t want to upstage the happy couple that decided to stay for a while before heading off toward the spirit tree.

I could see Y/n laugh at whatever Rotxo had said and could feel the pure jealousy filling the pit of my stomach. He smiled at her reaction and seemed overall nervous, I was easily angered and my tail swayed furiously. He’d nodded at what she said and headed off before she looked around to make sure nobody was paying attention to her, once she was in the clear she started heading toward the wooded area again, I’d backed off from plain sight and started trudging my way toward the clearing.

I could hear her tiny footsteps walking near the clearing but I had my back turned toward her as I sat with my thoughts and fidgeted with my fingers. I truly did not want to be jealous, but I couldn’t help to feel that way, I had no idea what else to do.

“Guess who!” She had placed her hands over my eyes. She told me a little bit ago that tawtute often did this to one another, what for I can’t say, but it defeats the purpose when I know her smell, her voice, and I could hear her smacking her feet with every step.

“Tìyawn, you scare the sea life within a five mile radius with how loud you walk.” I stated as her arms slip from my sight, my eyes adjusting toward the bioluminescent lights provided by the plants around us, and her pouty face comes around to greet me. I smile softly and reach for her face, pulling her into a sweet short kiss, pulling back from her and staring at her eyes.

“That was mean.” She stated in fake hurt as she crossed her arms next, stomping her feet as she turned around, acting like a child. But I carefully snake my arm around her waist and pull her back toward me, kissing the back of her neck, her resolve crumbling.

“Thats loser talk, little one.” I nuzzle the back of her neck with my nose and she shivers at the touch, her smell was wonderful and it helped calm me down. I took a couple of sniffs before she pulled herself away from me.

“I need to talk to you about something,” She mentioned seriously and it made my heart drop.

“Does it have to do with why Rotxo was all over you?” I asked and felt like kicking myself in the face, she was confused and another emotion settled onto her features, but I couldn’t pinpoint what.

“Where you watching me?” She asks with a hint of something in her voice but it was frustrating me that I couldn’t figure out what it was.

“No,” I looked away from her gaze but she laughs lightly. Was this amusing to her?

“Look at me,” She stated so gently but I didn’t have to heart to, settling to looking at the ground, but feeling her soft hands on my cheeks as she turned my face to look at hers was making me feel shy.

“Hey,” She coo’s gently and I finally look at her. Her smile was still evident and she looks amused.

“I do not-“ I was cut off as she places the backs of her fingers on my mouth to shush me.

“Theres no need to be jealous, Ao’nung, Rotxo was telling me about how his situationship was going along. He’s confided in me as a friend.”

“I’m not jealous.” I scoff and look away before feeling her hands guiding my stare back toward her.

“No, of course not, my mistake.” She runs her thumbs against my cheeks lovingly that I couldn’t help but close my eyes and hum happily. “But you don’t have to worry about me being interested in anyone else, okay?” She makes it sound like a question but I know she wasn’t really awaiting an answer. I’d opened my eyes as she spoke but felt doubtful.

“But what if you find someone else?” I asked her and felt my insecurities rising.

“Never. I only see you, Tìyawn, only you.” She reassures me.

“Oel ngati kameie, little one,” I stated almost immediately after she had and we meet in the middle for a kiss.

“You know what we should do right now?” She asks me as she backs up from my lips and I pout slightly at the loss of her being so close.

“What?”

“Have sex in the water-“ She tries hiding her amusement but her eyes were twinkling.

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Further on closer toward the opposite edge of the woods where we’d come from are more walkways that reach smaller islands within the Metkayina and the other clans nearby. There was usually someone watching post nearby or walking around but due to the celebration, Tonowari was nice enough to let them have a small break and come down to have fun.

“There is something I wanted to tell you,” I stated while panting as his fangs tickled my neck.

“Mm,” He mutter mindlessly but his ears flicker up toward me to listen.

“Your dad is hot-“ I hold back a giggle as he makes a disapproving look, his lips swollen from our heavy make out session, biting my lip as I look down at his mouth and back up his eyes.

“Yeah?” His eyes darkened as his head tilts to the side, hands gingerly gripping my thighs and dragging me toward him. “Why is that?” He asks with a finger on my chin, making sure I don’t shy away from his intense eye contact.

“The tattoo’s that cover his face, he’s very kind, his voice is deep, he’s very strong.” I listed while staring right at Ao’nung, his smirk settling in his face.

“I’ve got tattoos on my face.” He stated as his hands start running across my thighs softly.

“Not very many,” I retort and his big hands start caressing my inner thighs.

“Am I not kind to you, little one?” He asks while kissing at my jaw line and once again down my neck, his fingers dangerously close to where I needed them.

“I-I guess-“ I gasp as he finally pushes my tewng to the side and glides his thumb over my clit.

“Is my voice not deep when I pleasure you?” He asks straight into my ear and plunges one finger straight in and I couldn’t help but moan.

“Hmm?” He grazes my g-spot and I shudder under him, closing my eyes and enjoying his ministrations. I feel his finger remain still and it causes me to open my eyes again.

“Yes!” I whine and he chuckles.

“Look at how pathetic you are and I’ve only used one finger. Do you really think you could handle my father?” He asks cockily.

“Just want you-“ I groan as he slides a second finger in.

“Hmm, are you certain?” He purposely curls them over my G-spot, not even bothering to thrust them anymore, just moving them over my spongey spot repeatedly.

“Am I too weak for you?” He asks and pecks my lips.

“N-no,“ I try concentrating on my words but concentrate on bucking my hips instead, eyes closed tightly, grasping onto his arm for dear life as he continues pleasuring me.

“Fuck,” I moan out loudly and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“I thought you wanted to do this in the water.”

“Hmm,” I buck my hips against his fingers.

“You gonna come?” He asks and I only nod my head as much as I could just to feel the orgasm ripped away from me as he removes his fingers. But before he says anything I crawl on his lap kissing him and grinding myself over his noticeable bulge.

“It almost feels like you prefer me over my father,” He teases while sliding me against his body as he stands, discarding his tewng in the sand, and walking into the water.

“Wait what about mine-“ I asked but it was too late.

“Just in case anyone comes by unexpectedly, you’ll be safe.” He kisses me and bites my bottom lip teasingly.

“I do prefer you over your father,” I wrapped my arms around his neck answering his previous question.

“I’m not convinced,” he once again moves my tewng to the side, and pushes his penis in one go, after having done this for the past month its safe to say he fits well, and the initial sting does bother me but it doesn’t hurt as bad as before when we’d first done it.

“Oh shit-“ I gasp and shut my eyes and squeeze my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms squeezing his neck, his own hands squeezing my hips.

“You feel so good little one, such a good girl taking my cock like that,”

I tried not to react to what he was saying but I’m sure my pussy was giving it away, his smirk returning on his face causing me to shiver.

“You like that?” He asks but doesn’t giving me a chance to answer before thrusting his hips upward.

“W-wait!” I whine as he continues thrusting rapidly, feeling my orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine, pretty girl, all mine.” He grows into my ear and the possessiveness coming from it makes me moan loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” The mantra spills out of my lips so easily and I can hear him grunting with every thrust.

“Touch me, little one, touch my ears-“ He begs and his hands squeeze my hips harder, but I bring my hands up to caress his ears, somehow he thrusts even faster and his hips are meeting mine.

“Fuck!” I yell as his pelvis strokes my clit deliciously with how deep, fast, and hard he was going. I could feel his ears trembling under my touch and the most unexpected constant flow of whimpers coming from his mouth.

“Such a good girl, wanna paint your pretty walls with my come-“ He mutters.

“Come Ao’nung, please!” I cry as I feel myself being tipped over the edge, his own orgasm chasing after mine. I was always curious about their come, it had a slight blue glow to it, shining very brightly in the night.

“You’re wild, Tìyawn,” He states as he gently pulls out, sweeping his fingers inside to make sure to get all of his come off me.

“Do you think your dad fucks as hard as you do?”

He splashes water in my face and I can’t help but laugh at my own comment and the disapproving look he’d given me.

“I only see you, yawne.” I repeat to him and kiss him.

“I only see you, little one.” He connects our foreheads together and I feel at peace as I hold onto him.

“I want to stay like this forever,” I hum in appreciation as he gently runs one of his hands against my back.

“I know but we need to go back soon. We can’t get caught.”

“Speaking of getting caught, when should we tell Tsireya?” I asked as I remembered the conversation we were having at the beach earlier today and the real reason I’d told him I needed to tell him something.

“Are you sure you want to tell her? She can be a loud mouth.” He stated and I pout a bit.

“She mentioned noticing a change in you this past month but was upset that you haven’t told her anything. She would keep our secret.” I stated as he begins walking out of the water.

“Is it something you are sure about?” He asks and I just look at him in surprise.

“Is it something you want to tell her? She is your best friend.” I add on to earn sympathy points from him.

“I do,” He nods. “But, I worry that my mom will find out,”

“No wait, I care more about you than what my mother thinks, but-“

“I know, she’s still scary,” I smile up toward him to let him know I wasn’t offended by his words. His feet had finally touched the sand and I try wriggling off of him.

“Lets stay like this until we get back.”

“You’re naked right now. Nobody else can see you like this.” I narrowed my eyes at him and he just smiles, planting a kiss on my mouth.

“Weren’t you the one who said there was no need to get jealous?”

“I will cut your dick off.”

“You’d wrap those pretty lips around it before you cut it off, little one,”

“Stooop!” I blushed at his words.

_________

“Oh, Hey! Where have you been?” Tsireya had turned right after I tapped her arm gently to gain her attention since she’d been dancing with a group of friends. These girls were friends from her childhood and were known to be gossipers but appeared to have drank a little much at the same time given their sways. I was just thankful we were closer toward the edge of the crowd and not near the singers where it was hard to hold a conversation.

“Could I introduce you to someone?” I’d asked her in a hushed voice. I wanted to be careful with how I’d stated anything around her friends since I had no intention of allowing them to overhear our conversation. I also didn’t want to risk them hearing anything and getting the wrong idea, or allowing their liquid courage to give them any reason to follow us, I just wanted to tell Tsireya, nobody else.

After getting out of the water we’d sat back in the clearing to dry off but her hair seemed to be drying at a slower pace than normal, probably due to no sun or heat being available, and my mind had shifted toward what she had said at the cave where tawtute were sensitive to temperatures. I’d asked her if she wanted a blanket to wrap herself around but she’d refused until I told her I would find Tsireya and bring her over where I felt her shivering and decided to grab a blanket from our marui, bringing it over so she could warm up while I left her to find my sister.

My sisters face goes blank before being switched over toward a new emotion that settles on her face that she fails to hide but she nods either way. She’d turned toward her friends saying I had shown up to escort her home since she had to start early tomorrow morning. It was a wonderful excuse in order for her to part from them, but that meant our trek over toward the clearing would have to take a little longer getting there.

We’d walked in silence toward the marui’s before making sure her friends could not see us anymore to give them the impression that we’d gone home. She pauses behind a random marui but I’m thankful she signs since it is uncertain if anybody else was at home or not.

Where is she? Her giddy smile and the excitement glowing in her eyes were a testament to how she felt at the moment.

She’s in the clearing, we’ll have to walk for a bit. I signed back and turned around to start walking over, and I’m certain she was following behind.

It was just now that I could feel my heart pounding in my chest with each step we took, getting closer to the clearing had my stomach tumbling too, my airway felt constricted and my mouth was dry. I decided to take a deep breath to try to calm myself and slowly exhaled.

“I need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone. You can’t tell your friends at all, you can’t even tell Lo’ak, we’re trying to hide it from mom.” I admitted as we continued walking, we were a littlw ways out from the clearing and all I could think was if this was a good idea or not.

“If that is what you wish I will not tell a soul, but are you certain you want me to meet her?” The lightest touch on my arm caught my attention and I turned, noticing she’d stopped.

No matter how bad she’d wanted to know a secret anyone was hiding, she always made sure to keep her nose out of it, she would always wait for someone to approach her and never shared that secret with anyone else, always keeping it. When we were smaller, our mother forbid me to go hunting with the bigger kids because she knew I’d get hurt, let’s just say I didn’t listen to her and definitely got hurt. Tsireya had walked in on my arm bleeding from a cut I got from coral - since I tried wooing the people I was with- as I searched the salves my mother kept in a box. She’d taken the paste away from my hand and grabbed another one that looked completely different and handed it to me, putting the other one in its place.

She even took the time to place the smallest bits of seaweed on it to help the paste stay in the cut. She’d spent the entire day standing next to me to cover her work so our mother wouldn’t yell at me. She refused to leave my side when her friends called and when our mother asked us why she was stuck on my side she said it was because she loved me.

“I can turn back if you want, no matter how bad I want to know who she is, I can wait.” She adds again and doesn’t even bother trying to sneak a peek around me.

“You’re my best friend, there is nobody else I’d want to introduce her to.” I reassure her and turn to walk again. We were nearing the clearing and I could catch a hint of her wrapped in my blanket.

“Just promise you won’t tell a soul, not even Eywa,” I whispered and she pokes my back for fun.

“Eywa knows all.” She jokes as she whispers back and we are finally here.

“Little one,” I called out to her and she turns her head to face me, her back stiffened as she stands even straighter, Tsireya remained behind me and hadn’t stepped out.

“I brought my sister.” I motion for her to come closer and she does, her footsteps being soft and calculated, she also seemed nervous.

“You ready, ‘Reya?” I asked as I tilted my head back so she could see me, she gives me a nod, and her eyes widened as I stepped out of her way, falling upon the tawtute in a shocked manner. She turns to look between myself and Y/n before uttering her first word.

“Ahh,” It was as if she’d had a sudden moment of clarity as her eyes settled back on Y/n. I could tell ma’tìyawn was letting the doubt fill in, her eyes were knitted upward as she stared up at my sister.

“Hi sweets,” She spoke nervously.

“This actually makes sense.” Tsireya states as if she were in a trance.

“You came back home hours after the storm had stopped, why ai couldn’t find her a little after you’d disappeared, why you’re nicer!” She poked my arm excitedly.

“You are courting my favorite tawtute!” She yells happily and I’m only thankful to Eywa for a celebration happening at this moment, if not I was sure everyone in the clan had heard her.

She had turned and ran up toward my tawtute, picking her up and squealing happily, I could feel my heart slowing down and my stomach settling, a cool feeling overtaking my once erratic nerves as I see the two embracing, a smile settles on my features as the two most important women in my life were embracing each other.

“I was so scared to tell you!” Y/n stated as she too seemed to be at ease.

“I should have pieced it together, but this is a good thing! You’re making him much less grumpy! Only the sweetest of souls could do that, and I should have known it was you!” Tsireya settles her down again as she sits down, crossing her legs.

“Tell me, is he hitting it right?” Tsireya asks and Y/n blushes.

“Who taught you that!” Y/n asks as Tsireya giggles.

“The person whose currently hitting this-“ She points at herself.

“Ugh, gross, Tsireya, don’t taint my tawtute.” I roll my eyes at the conversation being had in front of me.

“I knew you guys were boning,” Y/n comments back with a smile of her own.

“Yawne, thats gross,”

“Awe! Yawne?” Tsireya asks with the widest smile.

“I shouldn’t have let you two meet.” I sigh and place my hand over my face while shaking my head in disappointment.

“I thought you’d hate me for keeping this secret.”

“No no, you have every right to, have you told anyone else?”

“We haven’t told anyone else but we want to eventually, we’re taking small steps.” I speak up and Tsireya nods.

“Come sit,” Y/n pats the grass beside her, I walk over and sit where she’d pointed to and grab her, sitting her on my lap, my arms wrapped around her blanketed form. Tsireya cooing at how cute she thought this whole thing was, it made me blush for sure, I could only imagine my tawtute’s face at the comments. We’d enjoyed each others company throughout the rest of the night.

Walking back toward the back end of the Marui’s we reach the walkways where Y/n stops, turning to face me and taking the blanket off of herself, handing it over to me. I take it and shamelessly smell it, smiling at the change in smell, what once smelled like me now has a hint of her in it. I squat on my toes to kiss her and she wraps her arms around my neck.

“I’ll miss you tonight.” I kiss her forehead.

“We’ll see each other tomorrow,” She lets out a light laugh and I kiss her again.

“You do know your sister is still watching, hmm?” She asks and I kiss her once more.

“Thats her problem.” She takes her arms away from my neck and steps back.

I’ll miss you tonight. She signs with a bright blush on her face and I could only imagine my sister was looking at her, I was correct since I heard the slightest of Awe’s from behind me.

I’ll miss you more I signed back at her and she waves before turning to walk toward the Sully marui.

_________

*this whole conversation is in English until you wake up in the morning, ok? I’d rather make a note here than using strike through on all of the text*

“And where do you think you’ve been?”

I’d long since frozen upon seeing his tall build standing near the walkway, nowhere close to where the entrance of our marui was, just far enough away from being heard from anyone inside it. I could have turned back and walked from where I came but I was sure he’d follow regardless, and I knew Ao’nung and Tsireya weren’t out of sight yet.

“Enjoying the nice fresh air, whats wrong with you?” I asked him, trying to play it off like it was nothing.

“No, because I saw you walk toward the woods earlier, but didn’t see anyone else. I can only assume whoever you went to meet had already gone ahead of you.”

I kept my face as neutral as possible, trying to think of a way out of this situation, but my mind was drawing blanks. If he saw me going into the woods then I’d have to find a way to lie about why I was there.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” I scoff and roll my eyes. “But the tree’s remind me of being in the forest. It helps bring my mind at ease during social situations where I feel like I’m suffocating-“

“You really can’t lie your way out of this, lets try that again.”

“I swear, for being born two minutes later you’re the biggest pain in my ass.”

“I may be younger but I’m wiser-“

“No you aren’t, skxawng.”

“You’ve got an answer for me or do I need to find it out myself and follow you around the entire island?”

“With your clear threat, I can only imagine you have a vague idea of why I’m out here.”

“Not really but you buried yourself into a hole with that comment.”

“Spider-“ I stated angrily and pause to try to calm myself down.

“You never hide anything from me, Y/n, I’ve given it some time but I’m worried about you. You disappear several times a day and reappear even more tired. Is someone making you do something, or are you sick and you’re afraid to tell us?”

“Who is all home right now?” I asked aloud and Spider sighs.

“Jake, Neytiri, and Tuk. She got tired and they came back home. Lo’ak and Kiri were staying a bit longer but they should be coming home soon.”

“Give me until tomorrow afternoon and I can answer that question for sure.”

“Y/n-“ He stated immediately before I held my hand up to stop him from continuing.

“I am not being threatened to doing anything, I can assure you I’m fine, I just need to think about it, okay?”

He nods warily as I sigh.

“Just until tomorrow.” He agrees. Spider knew my body language well enough to understand when I’d been lying, but to also tell if I was okay, which I assume he got the hint and thats why he agreed.

“I’m tired, we should go sleep.” I suggested to move this along and he nods, walking over toward the entrance of the marui, and pushing aside the curtain covering the entrance.

Falling asleep had proven to be harsh as I continued tossing to find a comfortable position and no longer finding it comforting after getting settled, leaving me to turn once more and the cycle continued for a while. Jake and Neytiri had already put Tuk in bed and had stayed up until Lo’ak and Kiri came in.

We all talked in hushed voices about how special their ceremony was and how many people they talked to. It didn’t take long for them to have fallen asleep as they were probably tired and I was left to fend for myself. I’d had just about enough of not getting comfortable and stepped out of the marui, surprised that I’d managed to struggle all night since the daylight was starting to creep up onto the water.

I carefully and quietly walked over toward the beach and sat with my back against a tree. Staring out into the water and taking a second to enjoy the tranquility of the gentle waves rolling about, wetting the sand of the shoreline.

“You’re up early,”

“We need to talk.” I stated curtly before turning to make direct eye contact with him, his face had a slight smile but I could tell it had fallen at my tone.

“Whats wrong?” He asked as he squats near me.

I let out a sigh before telling him what had happened right after he dropped me off. I didn’t forget to mention that I’d told my brother I’d give him some kind of answer in the afternoon and Ao’nung smiled weakly toward me.

“What?” I asked.

“We might need to come clean to the whole group.” He suggests and I’m sure the look on my face showed how scared I was.

“Hey, it doesn’t matter what anyone says, I won’t leave you, little one.”

“Thats not what I’m worried about.”

“Then what?” He asks and looks like he’s about to grab onto my arm comfortingly before I see another teal body coming up and my instant reaction is to shake my head at the action, his arm was only slightly outstretched and I am thankful to all of my senses at that moment

“What are you doing?”

Both our heads snap back up toward the woman standing beside us, her own eyes narrowed as she looks directly at me, then sliding back to her son waiting for his response. I should have known she wouldn’t be talking to me and I’m sure if she were she’d believe I was lying.

“Just asking if we were still meeting up later.” He lies through his teeth and I felt a sense of pride run through me. His mother shifts her gaze at me as if to ask ‘alone?’ I couldn’t help but continue staring at her.

“Tsireya told Kiri to convince Y/n to come,” He adds to let her know we weren’t meeting alone and she turns to look at her son and nods as of she were still processing what he’d said. I turn to look at him as his gaze shifts toward mine and he seems panicked. I raised my brow and look at the sand again, essentially telling him to calm down.

“Very well.” She stated and holds an outstretched hand for him to go toward her. “Excuse us, Y/n,�� she bows her head lightly and it shocks me at the respect she had just given me, but I have to remind myself its to keep up appearances.

I’d taken it upon myself to head back to the marui to wake everyone up and get started on our day considering we were slightly busy. The quicker we finished our share of work the more time we could spend together and the best opportunity to tell them while everyone else- including Ao’nungs mother- would continue being busy with their works.

_________

“Where have you been?” Tsireya asks as if to scold me for being the only one to have joined the group late.

“I had to throw our mother off my scent. She already caught us this morning.” I explained and her ears flicker upward.

“Technically I have, like, thirty seconds left before I can tell you-“ I can hear my tawtute speaking as her brother looks angrily toward her. Out of habit, I froze and pretended my attention was elsewhere, completely forgetting for a bit why we were all gathered here.

“Thats bullshit Y/n, tell me what stupid thing you’re hiding.”

“I told you I would let you know if I decided to tell you, not that I would for sure tell you!” She yells back at him.

“Well its already been thirty seconds.” Spider crosses his arms and stares at his tsmuke awaiting an answer.

“It’s been fifteen-“ She sticks her tongue out at him.

“It’s been thirty seconds, Yawne.” I agree with her brother aloud and Spider completely misses the point of what I’d said as he shouts a victory toward Y/n.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” She stated calmly toward me.

Kiri had stood with her mouth agape as Spider just raised a brow at his sister- still missing how we were acting toward each other. Rotxo had his mouth open while forming a shocked smile, looking between us and Kiri. Lo’ak seemed to have just caught on to what was said as his brows furrow.

“Wait a minute- Yawne?” Spider finally catches on and looks between us in shock and I felt like now would have been a perfect time for Kiri to laugh, but I’m assuming it came as too much of a shock for everyone.

“No way-“ Spider states shocked.

“Oh my Eywa,” Kiri places her hands over her mouth but fails to hide her excitement as she lets out a small squeal.

“I should have known someone tamed the beast,” Rotxo comments with a smirk as he shakes his head in surprise.

“Are you serious?”

All heads turned toward the forest boy who’d uttered those words. It definitely didn’t sound like he had been too happy to find out, but he wasn’t yelling about it either, his voice definitely held a calm tone to it, but it was impossible to ignore the harshness that came with it.

“Lo’ak,” Tsireya begins as his eyes go over toward hers.

“You knew?” He asks in disbelief and her ears flicker down a bit, her face changing to show her apology.

“She only found out yesterday, Lo.” Y/n states upon seeing my sisters immediate change in mood.

“You mean to tell me you told Tsireya before telling anyone else?” He asks a little louder this time.

“Maybe now you can see why we decided to tell her?” She sasses back at Lo’ak.

“Look, Y/n,” He pinches the bridge of his nose as he exhales. “Theres no way you can be with this-“ He points toward me and stops talking.

“You loved my brother.” He stated firmly.

“Yes, I do love Neteyam. But I love Ao’nung too.”

“No you don’t.” He stated just as quick. “You think you do, but you don’t.”

“You love me?” I asked in shock.

“Not now,” She states at me while holding her hand up to acknowledge me but continuing to stare at Lo’ak. “You cannot tell me what I feel. Or are you suddenly becoming your dad and think you know whats best for me?” She asks in anger.

“Guys, we should take a second to cool down.” Kiri breaks their angered animosity toward them and both Lo’ak and Y/n’s faces soften.

“I just-“ Lo’ak states as a sudden realization hits him and he sighs. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, especially since you’ve been hurt before when you didn’t even get to say goodbye. And especially with him.” Lo’ak looks toward me but I can understand why.

“Lo,” Y/n stated softly as she walks toward him and hugs him, knowing how close they were and their kind of relationship I had no reason to be jealous, but wondered if he would hurt her due to his anger from before.

“You’re my tsmukan. And I loved your tsmukan. But moving on is part of the healing.” She stated and he wraps his arms around her.

“I’m sorry,” He apologizes.

“He is good to me, I promise.”

“Sometimes it feels like Lo’ak is a better brother than I am, should I have reacted that way-“ Spider started before letting a loud oof escape his lips, nobody spared him a glance as it was obvious Kiri had smacked him upside the head.

“You break her heart, and I’ll break your face with my fists.” Lo’ak threatens as Y/n giggles.

“I am aware of my actions from the past and have also asked for an apology from all of you. I do not plan to break that trust nor break your tsmuke’s heart. I would also like to point out I was not expecting to be hit in the face that time.” I stated and could hear my tawtute giggling.

“Don’t feel sorry for yourself now Tìyawn,” I can feel her little fingers on my face as I’d failed to hear her come up to me for the first time. She’d stood on a rock behind me to reach me and I’d taken her by the waist to slide her off the rock and holding her close onto myself.

“He hit me many times-“ I pouted and she started laughing.

“Yes, I praised him when I heard the story,”

“Hey!”

“Hey.” She pecks my lips and a chorus of eww’s are heard from our friend group.

“Not like you all don’t kiss each other anyway-“ She sticks her tongue out at them and its my turn to join in on the laughter.

“Are you planning on telling sa’nok and sempul too?” Lo’ak asks and Y/n’s face falls slightly again.

“We’re trying to keep that from happening. Ronal is definitely the last person that needs to know and if we told your parents I’m sure they’d tell her next. And I don’t want to face Neytiri’s wrath from another native woman again.” She shivers and I can tell its a sore subject for her.

“She’ll find out eventually, but it’ll be too late by then, Tìyawn. And I’m not letting you go either, yeah?”

“Yeah,” She agrees as I set her down.

#avatar smut #avatar #avatar the way of water smut #afab reader #human reader #aonung #aonung x reader #aonung x reader smut

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Phoebe Bridgers. Julien Baker. Lucy Dacus. What happens when three of the most talented solo singer-songwriters of a generation get together? You get something disarmingly funny, haunting, queer, something sui generis. Plus the best love song playlist ever. Meet The Band— a.k.a. boygenius.

From left: CHOPOVA LOWENA fringe denim jacket. PAOLINA RUSSO bodice mini dress and knit top. CHOPOVA LOWENA zip cardigan and fuzzy skirt; FALKE tights.

Nicolaia Rips: How are you guys? You’re all individually at home hanging?

Lucy Dacus: Phoebe and I both just got back from, what, five weeks of being away or more. I’m jet-lagged. I was sleepy at 7 p.m. and I had a friend come over and kind of push me until 10 p.m. so I wouldn’t fall asleep while the sun was out.

Nicolaia Rips: How’s tour?

Lucy Dacus: The tour, like, all of it has been awesome. Our next show is Boston. Right? Or is it New Haven? I don’t know. (Julien pops into the zoom, just the tip of her baseball hat as she slowly emerges into frame.)

Julien Baker: My phone died and then I just...Hi, I’m here now.

Nicolaia Rips: If boygenius was a family who’s the middle child, who’s the eldest?

Phoebe Bridgers: Am I the youngest?

LD: No!

JB: No. You’re not youngest! I’m youngest.

LD: Julien’s youngest.

PB: You also are literally the youngest.

LD: Is it boring to say that it’s just how the ages are? Me and Phoebe are both older sisters to younger brothers and Julian is an only child. I think you’re big sis Phoebe. Big brother. Big sis was weird.

PB: My brother calls me sis to give me the ick. He’s like, I love how they do it on TV. They’re always like, “what’s up, sis?” Who the fuck calls their sister that?

NR: The film [directed by Kristen Stewart]. The record. Can you talk about the finality of “The.” What other “The” would you want to do in the future?

LD: The amusement park, uh, the strip club...

JB: The musical!

PB: It’s cool because we wouldn’t do that in our solo work. I think it just highlights the specialness of the time. Like we’re setting out to make the boygenius things right now.

LD: It’s also acknowledging a bit of hype, which is fun because we’re members of the boygenius fandom ourselves. So, people asking for the record, we’re able to give them the record.

NR: What makes something a boygenius song versus a solo?

LD: At least for me, context changes what I write about, and how I write. So, we just decided to be each other’s context for a couple years. It’s not some big secret, we chose to do this, to devote space and time.

NR: Your music feels so vulnerable yet there’s always this play. How do you feel your senses of humor factor into your work?

PB: It’s silly. We kind of enable each other. I feel like there have been several times where I’m like, am I allowed to write this? And the boys were like, yeah, obviously.

NR: What’s on the essential boygenius book list? The Book Club?

LD: Myth of Sisyphus.

PB: Stop!

LD: What are books that we’ve all read? Like Carmen Maria Machado, both of her books. The Sympathizer, we all loved. Letters to a Young Poet.

JB: I’ve heard y’all reference a lot and it’s nice to feel like ideas, instead of slipping into like a landfill or whatever, get recycled to me. I don’t know, I just like hearing y’all talk about books that I haven’t read too.

PB: That’s my main experience. I’m always the one that did not read the thing. I read way more because of this band which is so tight.

JB: I feel like you’re always reading essays on some lane of art and I’m just like, dang, all I read was a graphic novel and Sartre again.

LD: Sartre again. Y’all have podcasts. I’m completely out for the podcast conversation.

JB: Phoebe got me into podcasts. I used to just be like, it’s not radio, I don’t understand it. All the podcasts I listen to are just things [Phoebe] told me to listen to —99 PI, Hidden Brain.

PB: I do not have the strength to have thoughts when I’m doing things.

NR: I was listening to My Favorite Murder a while ago and was like, wait a second. Is that Phoebe Bridgers??

PB: I felt so nervous. I think that’s the last time I had actual stage fright.

LD: Is that the one where you say, “yeah, me and my friend Lucy kissed” and then everyone freaked out?

PB: Now, no one could possibly get freaked out by us kissing. It’s just part of it. “I went to a Boygenius show and Julien and Phoebe or Lucy and Phoebe kissed.”

JB: There’s a picture of me and Lucy and my mom asked if it was the guitarist from Muna because I think she saw one picture of me and Joe [Maskin] kissing and thinks we’re dating. Mom, you’re on Twitter? Like she’s following me? I felt love.

From left: S.S. Daley monogram tailored jacket. JEAN PAUL GAULTIER vintage top courtesy of Haut Archive. SIMONE ROCHA cotton stripe pointed collar shirt; JOHN LAWRENCE SULLIVAN wool stripe jacket.

NR: Who are your favorite unsung girl geniuses of history?

LD: Nick Drake’s mom, Molly Drake. She is an incredible poet and songwriter and pianist. They re-released a collection of her works recently. You can hear how Nick Drake was obviously inspired by her as her kid.

PB: Emily Bronte’s brother.

LD: We went to the Bronte mansion. Mansion. I just mixed up the Biltmore Mansion and the Bronte house because we also...

PB: We love to go to old places that people lived in.

LD: It’s like we’re trying to get haunted. We all showed up upset to the Bronte Museum and then in the first room they were like, “here’s the couch where Emily Bronte died of tuberculosis at age 30.” Now

whenever we’re all upset and it’s hard to get out of, we call it Brontitis. Emily and Anne had a brother named Branwell. Branwell Bronte who was a great artist. But he was underappreciated and wished he could be more like his sisters. (Phoebe has been roaming her house for the entire interview, white blonde hair streaming behind her, angles the camera down at a pug sitting alone on a large baroque couch.)

PB: Maxine Bridgers.

LD: I think Maxine’s pretty sung. She’s not unsung at all.

JB: Maxine’s sung.

NR: What were you about to say?

JB: Hilma af Klint. But obviously things come in tides of awareness. Something that’s unsung to me doesn’t necessarily mean it’s unsung in fine visual art.

PB: She was unsung in her life.

JB: But that was a choice, right? She was like, don’t publish anything or show my work until fifty years after my death.

PB: So sick.

NR: Going back to this haunting thing. Have you ever been haunted?

LD: We’ve been talking about this. Unclear.

JB: I was haunted! I was haunted!

LD: Julien was haunted.

JB: I was haunted. It was...demon. I don’t think it was a ghost.

LD: I have witnessed haunting but personally, I’m a clean vessel.

JB: What the fuck. This [interview] is so...

PB: My dating life in my early fucking twenties for sure was haunted.

LD: Are we just calling abuse haunting now? Ok. Well, I was haunted when I was in my early twenties too. (They all laugh.)

PB: Born haunted, dude,

JB: Born haunted just took me by surprise.

LD: That’s generational trauma babe.

JB: I had an apartment with bad vibes.

LD: Julien had an apartment where someone was murdered and rolled up in a carpet and put in a closet.

PB: Wait, was that the apartment that I was in? Yo? OK. UM. (Immediate chattering over each other.)

LD: How have we not talked about this? Julien recently said that she was told [about the murder] upon moving in and was like, bet, I’ll just be here.

PB: That does not surprise me.

LD: And then all that shit went down and you didn’t move. I can’t believe it.

JB: Let me tell you how metaphorical this shit was. Basically, they [realtors] just painted some stuff a hip color of green and put a pool in and doubled the rent. And I was like, okay, I’ll mime being an adult and pay way too much money for this apartment in the right part of town, to be the right kind of person, with all my cool East Nashville friends or whatever. And it was just full of murder and history. I did not have a good time there and I was all alone. That place had bad vibes. Top to bottom.

LD: Bad vibes is the most, like, inane way you could say what was happening in that apartment.

From left: CHOPOVA LOWENA dress. RAVE REVIEW fleece jacket; stylist's own BURBERRY vintage pants. SIMONE ROCHA nylon single breasted car coat; GUCCI shirt.

JB: Before I’d only ever lived in houses like on a yoga mat or with five other people who were in six different bands. Moving there and being like, nice a dishwasher, and it was this spot where somebody had been like, “I think there’s a murder” and the cops came and were like, no murder here. But there was! He was just rolled up in a carpet, and then the cops came back because of the smell and then they were like, oh, there was a murder. Anyway, that’s where I lived.

LD: You got way more info than you bargained for with that question.

NR: I don’t know how to transition here, wow. Do you feel like you’re optimists or pessimists?

LD: I’m an optimist.

NR: Didn’t sound very convincing.

LD: I’m the devil’s advocate for the best-case scenario. I don’t think it’s gonna be like that, but I might as well petition for it.

JB: I would like to say I am a present tense pessimist and a future optimist. I’m like, let’s not make light of how much it sucks right now. It does not help the situation to say, “it could always be worse” or to say, “it’s not that bad.” I’m an optimist when I’m with you guys. Like, this is a pretty sick day we’re living,

LD: Our whole Europe tour was awesome. And then we all had one terrible day.

PB: That is so true. I was like, this day isn’t hell, this is actually my usual self on tour. We had one day like that in our whole time together this year. (Phoebe cleans the crust out of her dog’s nose.)

NR: Are you cleaning your dog’s nose?

PB: She’s been with her grandma and her nose fold is so full of crust. I can’t believe it.

LD: I love her. I want her to come sneeze on me.

(Now Julien shows her dog who’s “camera shy.” Lucy sings, “I love you” to both dogs.)

NR: What’s your ultimate love song?

LD: I have a lot of answers. I Went To The Store One Day by Father John Misty. I think that’s a great song. There’s a compilation of love songs of Nina Simone. A lot of perfect love songs on that.

PB: For You by Laura Marling is a great song.

JB: I’m trying to think of an answer that isn’t Options by Pedro the Lion.

PB: That’s not a love song, dude.

LD: We’re not accepting that answer anymore.

JB: That’s 100% a love song.

LD: Don’t say that. I have a playlist called “Perfect Love Song”. Who Knows Where The Time Goes by Nina Simone. I Need Your Love So Bad by Irma Thomas. Dance Song by Dijon. P.S. I Love You by Billie Holiday. I Love You Always Forever, Donna Lewis. Bless the Telephone, Serpentwithfeet does a great cover.

From top: S.S. DALEY monogram tailored jacket and pleated skirt. JEAN PAUL GAULTIER vintage top courtesy of Haut Archive. SIMONE ROCHA cotton stripe pointed collar shirt; JOHN LAWRENCE SULLIVAN wool stripe jacket.

NR: Are you specific with playlist names?

LD: No, I’ll make the playlist name and then I’ll wait for the songs.

PB: I agree and then I’m curating forever.

LD: Never finished, always growing. It’s more of a catalog or an archive than a playlist that I would send to somebody. It’s a research tool.

JB: I have a playlist called “Queerly Specific” that’s all about coming out from a place of being in love. All songs about that. Casimir Pulaski Day by Sufjan Stevens. The one where he kisses his friend.

PB: My mom banned it from the house. She was like do not play the cancer song ever again.

LD: Reservations by Wilco. Modern Romance by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

JB: Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod by The Mountain Goats. Do you know that tune?

PB: No.

JB: Oh, ok. It’s a good one. They have a lot of good love songs because they’re like little vignettes of like living with a person and all the little intricate weirdo shit they do, which is what I ultimately think comprises a lot of love. Just checking out somebody’s weirdo shit.

(As we sign off, Phoebe nods, “Bye, Boys.”)

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DEFECTIVE GOOD PART 21

JR received a call from the Resistance camp and Chewbacca decided to let her use the communication links of the Millennium Falcon to receive the call. As soon as she opened it, both Poe and Finn asked at the same time:

"JR ! Are you alright ?!"

"Yes," She said with a reassuring smile, her voice soft and distant. "I'm alright."

Poe and Finn exchanged a look of concern. They could sense that something was troubling her, something deeper than mere tiredness.

"JR. We heard you. You called for us. You seemed in pain." Poe said in a worried tone and Finn then added.

"How did you do that by the way ?! How did we hear you ?"

JR-6025 hesitated for a moment, unsure how to explain what had happened... "I'm not entirely sure..." she admitted finally, "But somehow, I was able to reach out to you. Through the Force, I suppose."

Poe and Finn exchanged a look of surprise and wonderment. "That's amazing..." Poe whispered under his breath. "I've never heard of a Force-sensitive being able to communicate across such distances before..."

"Wait…So are you like…a Jedi too ?!" Finn asked excitedly.

Poe chuckled, amused at Finn's enthusiasm. "Careful now, don't get ahead of yourself, buddy...let's hear what she has to say first."

Finn nodded eagerly, barely containing his excitement. "You're right, you're right..." he admitted.

Rey, who was nearby, overheard their conversation and couldn't help but have a small smile on his face at Finn's childlike enthusiasm. Jedi or not, the Force was a part of all living things, and sometimes even non-Jedi were capable of using it without even realising it.

JR seemed hesitant as she replied.

"I don’t know. I just…I guess I was just so scared that I managed to call you two through the Force cause I thought that…I trusted you two to come save me or something."

She laughed awkwardly—not realising what she just said.

Poe and Finn looked at each other, a mix of surprise and admiration on their faces. "Well...I guess that answers that," Poe concluded with a chuckle. "You may not be a Jedi yet, but you're definitely beginning to show some Force sensitivity. And who knows ? Maybe with some training, you'll be able to do even more."

"Wait ! Hold up…" Finn seemed momentarily shocked before he grinned. "…So…You were scared. And the first people you thought about calling to get help was me and Poe ?"

Poe and Finn looked at each other again before grinning broadly. "Well, well, well...looks like you've got yourself a rescue team, my friend," Poe teased JR. "We're always ready to lend a hand, especially when it comes to saving our friend in need."

Finn nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly. We're here for you no matter what. You can count on us, always."

JR smiled.

"I mean…Obviously I would choose the best pilot in the universe and a fellow ‘deserter' to come save me. Wouldn’t let anyone else rescue me."

Poe and Finn burst out laughing at her response. "Well, thank you kindly, ma'am ! Always a pleasure to be of service," Poe exclaimed with a wink. "We'll be sure to hang an oversized 'mission accomplished' banner above your head after all this."

Finn snorted in agreement. "And don't forget to add some fireworks to that banner !" he added. "Because that's how we roll, right ?"

Rey arrived just at that moment and smiled at the camera before saying.

"You two wouldn’t get to her in time. Besides, she called me too. I think I may be best qualified on the rescue team since I am also a Force user."

Poe raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, is that a challenge, Rey ? We'll have to test that theory sometime soon."

Finn grinned, a competitive glint in his eyes. "Oh, yeah, let's see about that. We'll have to see which is better—pilot's skill or a Force user's power. Let the best rescuer win !" he declared.

"Right." Rey playfully rolled her eyes. "Not much of a competition."

Poe and Finn playfully groaned, knowing that Rey was right. "Alright, alright...you win," Poe conceded. "But just know that we'll be ready for a rematch should the need ever arise !"

Finn chimed in: "Exactly ! We may have lost this round to the resident Jedi, but we'll be sure to step up our game next time."

Rey chuckled before waving them goodbye.

"Well, this Jedi is gonna go train with her lightsaber. Bye."

She walked out of JR’s hurt and JR smiled before looking back at the screen.

"I…kinda miss you."

Poe and Finn laughed at Rey's playful arrogance before she waved them goodbye. When she was gone, they turned back to the screen and both their expressions softened as they heard JR's confession.

"We miss you too, friend," Poe said, his voice filled with sincerity. "But don't worry, we'll see each other soon enough. And until then, just know that we're always thinking of you."

Finn nodded in agreement. "Exactly. You're never far from our thoughts, JR. We're a team, remember ?"

She smiled.

"Yeah. Am glad I got you all on my team."

Poe and Finn exchanged a look before breaking into more laughter.

"You've got that right !" Poe managed to say, still chuckling. "We're a pretty unbeatable team, if I do say so myself."

Finn nodded in agreement, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Absolutely. We've got the flying expertise, the lightsaber skills, and the desertion expertise all rolled into one great package !"

He raised his fist in mock victory. "Go team !"

She laughed and shook her head.

"Right right. Go team. Try not to annoy General Leia while me and Rey are gone, okay ?"

Poe and Finn chuckled in agreement.

"No promises there !" Finn teased, to which Poe added, "We'll do our best, but you know how it is with Leia—she doesn't always see our charm, as it were."

Poe and Finn pretended to be very distraught at the prospect as they shared an exaggerated frown.

"Right. Tell her hi on my behalf. And…we’ll see each other soon." She smiled.

Poe and Finn nodded, their expressions warm and understanding.

"We'll be sure to update the General on your progress, ma'am," Poe replied, a playful salute in his voice. "And we'll be waiting impatiently for that glorious 'mission accomplished' banner to be hung."

Finn chuckled. "And don't forget to add extra glitter when you hang it. We like our missions sparkly, you know ?"

"Pff…Okay. Alright. Enough. I am ending communication now." She playfully rolled her eyes. Her friends laughed.

"Fair enough," Poe said. "But we'll be here if you need anything, okay ? We're still here for you even if you're light years away."

"Exactly ! And we'll be waiting for you with open arms when you return," Finn added with a smile. "Take care, Jedi !"

The screen turned blank and JR stood there momentarily, feeling thankful for her friends. Even though she was far away, she had a team that she could always count on.

She wasn't alone anymore...

Her team...

Her friends...

Her people...

JR smiled as the thought crossed her mind. She wasn't just a mere anonymous stormtrooper anymore. She was part of something greater.

Part of a family...And her role was far greater than what she could have imagined. JR smiled at herself before standing up—not expecting to see Kylo Ren standing there. She frowned at his spiritual apparition.

"…What are you doing here, Lord Ren ?"

He tilted his head.

"…What ? Am I not allowed on your 'rescue team' ?" His lips curved upwards. "You called me too after all…"

JR raised an eyebrow, her face twisted in a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "Well, isn't that a surprise," she muttered tersely. "You were eavesdropping, weren't you ?"

Kylo Ren's smirk only widened in response, as if to confirm her accusation. "Of course," he admitted unapologetically. "It's not every day that someone seeks my help."

"…It was a mistake." She looked away. "Now, get out of my head, will you ?"

Kylo Ren laughed, a low and menacing sound.

"You know it's not that easy," he sneered. "The Force is strong, and it holds us together. Our bond is one that cannot be broken so easily."

He stepped closer to her, his presence imposing and imposing. "Besides...I don't think you truly want me to leave, do you ?"

She frowned.

"If it is Rey you are searching for, you knocked at the wrong door." She informed him before she tilted her head to the right. "Two doors to the right. You can’t miss her."

Kylo chuckled, a dry and raspy sound that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Consider me uninterested for now," he replied, his voice cold and menacing. "I'm after a far bigger catch...one that may take a bit more effort, unfortunately."

He took a step closer, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her shiver.

He was...intimidating. Even through a spiritual apparition. If anything else, he was a true Sith. JR's brows furrowed as she tried to keep her gaze from slipping. It was true that he was trying to establish a connection with her. Through the force...To feel her fear and ultimately, try to manipulate her.

She tried to think rationally.

But she couldn't deny the feeling of fear and weakness that came with his presence...

"You see, I've been watching you...watching your progress...and I must say, I'm impressed."

She grimaced.

"I am not sure if I should be flattered or creeped out by that…"

Kylo's smirk widened. "Take it however you'd like," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "I merely find you...intriguing."

He took a step forward, his gaze intense, even through the holographic connection. "And I tend to be intrigued by what is mine."

"Yours ?" She bit back a laugh. "Now, you must REALLY confuse me with Rey. She is the one you care about."

Ren narrowed his eyes, his face growing cold at her words. "I don't know what you're trying to imply here," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But I suggest you watch your tongue."

The Force around them grew tense and heavy as he took a step closer.

"…Lord Ren. I am here because you asked me to keep her safe. To protect her. I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just…"

Kylo Ren's expression softened slightly as he heard her words. "I'm not offended," he said, his voice quieter now. "And I know you were just doing your job...but sometimes I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I had chosen a different path...a different fate."

He trailed off, his gaze growing distant.

"…What do you mean ?"

Kylo Ren clenched his jaw before responding to her question. His voice was tight and controlled, but still, with an edge of emotion lurking beneath its surface.

"I mean," he began, "that no one else is better suited to protect her...to stand by her side, as you do."

He took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, there was a note of vulnerability in his tone. "She trusts you. You are her friend, and she values you. And...so do I."

She remained silent.

"…You shouldn’t. I am always uncertain. Unable to make a choice…I care about both sides. I keep thinking about you and General Hux and the people of the First Order. And I keep thinking that I would never be able to harm you. Even when I was so afraid during Skywalker’s test, I called out to both sides to protect me. I just wanted to have you by my side. To know that you were all safe."

She felt her heartbeat increase slightly as Kylo said those words. She felt his presence...his emotions. She felt...compelled. She was aware enough to know that it was the Force at work, and the manipulation at play, but...

Why did it feel so right ?

As Kylo spoke, her gaze remained fixed on his face. His expression was hard, but there was something...

Human about the way he spoke.

There was then a silence that lasted for several moments before Ren's voice finally came through.

"That is...quite a dilemma," he said slowly, seemingly considering his words carefully. "And to be honest, it is one that I find quite perplexing. You wish to have both sides, but ultimately, you know that such a thing is not possible."

He paused for a moment before continuing. "It is a predicament in which you must make a choice. Ultimately, you must decide whether to side with the Resistance or the First Order."

"Both sides are calling to me. I understand both sides, and it is driving me insane…" She let out a sigh of frustration.

"I know...but you must make a choice," Kylo replied, a hint of urgency in his tone. "You can't have both. It's either one or the other...or neither."

"…I cannot. I cannot choose to hurt. It is not my goal. It was never my goal." She buried her face in her arms and even though she had the urge to look out the window and ask the stars for guidance—she stopped herself. She had only ever wished to help…but now, the universe seemed to tell her that the only way to do so was for someone she cared about to die ?

The stars, as they often did, gave her no answers—and the Force, as it often did, did not respond. She was left alone to ponder her fate in silence.

She looked up to look at Kylo Ren.

"…Won’t someone show me the way ? The way for just this war to end without pain ?"

Kylo Ren's face twisted in a mixture of conflict and rage, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "There is no such thing," he said, his voice sharp and biting. "In war, there is always pain. Always sacrifice. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll find your place in this struggle."

"…I told you. I refuse to see it the way you do."

Kylo's face twisted into a fierce frown. "You may refuse to see it, but it doesn't change the facts," he retorted. "War is not a place for cowards or fools who can't make tough decisions."

He took a step closer, his expression growing dark and menacing. "You can't avoid the pain forever...it's time to face the truth."

She frowned and faced him.

"…You know that I won’t choose your side if the choice was to be inevitable."

Kylo's face hardened at her words. "I know," he replied, his voice like ice. "But you'll be making a mistake if you don't. If you can't see that, then you're a fool."

He took a step forward, his gaze intense. "Do you think the Resistance will welcome you with open arms ? Do you think they'll accept you for who you are ? You're nothing to them but a tool...a pawn to be sacrificed at their convenience."

"Maybe so. But, I am not fighting for them. I am fighting for the people I care about. I am fighting for those who believe in freedom and justice." Her gaze softened. "This is why it is so hard…because I know that the people behind the First Order are not evil. You, me and General Hux were born into this conflict. And everything would have been so different if the Force wasn’t so complicated and the world so cruel…"

Ren's fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. "You're right," he said between clenched teeth. "It's not fair. And I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about what could have been...but that doesn't change the facts."

He took a step closer, his gaze intense as he stared into hers. "The war has been raging for years now. The First Order isn't going to go away. You can either join us or fight against us...but you can't have both."

Fight the First Order. Or join them ?

The choice seemed so simple, yet...it wasn't.

No matter how much she believed in the Rebellion, she simply couldn't deny the truth in Kylo's words. The First Order wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

She couldn't have it both ways...

Yet...

She didn't want to hurt the Rebellion.

Not at all...Not even a little.

"…Then convince me." She uttered in a whisper.

Kylo's face twisted in a mixture of frustration and longing. "You know I can't convince you," he replied, his voice trembling. He stepped even closer, until their faces were just inches apart, and reached out to cup her face in his hands. "You're stubborn and idealistic...but that's what I love about you."

He leaned in closer, his lips mere centimeters away from hers, as the tension between them grew thicker and more intense. Her breath hitched at his closeness and she screamed.

"LIAR !" She then pushed him away. Her sudden outburst caught Kylo Ren off guard. At first he stared at her with stunned silence.

But then a dark glare filled his eyes.

In that moment, all traces of the vulnerability that had filled his voice and mannerisms vanished in an instant, and a cold...even dangerous side of him emerged.

He glared at her...ready to strike back.

"YOU DARE CALL ME A LIAR ?"

He took a step back, his stance tensing as he prepared for whatever was about to come. The Force shifted around them, a tense and oppressive energy filling the air between them.

She glared at him.

"You love Rey. You’ve always loved Rey. From the moment you first laid your eyes on her. But since you cannot have her, you are trying to lie to me ! To make me believe in a love that isn’t !"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Kylo's eyes narrowed even more as he kept his gaze fixed on her.

The Force between them felt...

Tense...heavy...

Impending...

"You are a brave one," he finally said through tight teeth. His voice was calm...but there was a certain danger that hung over his tone. "...So you think you know me ?"

"More than you know." She looked at him and her eyes softened. "…I won’t accept your lies, Lord Ren. Please. I cannot."

His rage grew even more as he heard those words.

Her eyes softened.

She thought she knew him better than he knew himself.

The Force between them grew even more tense...There was a certain fragility about it.

"Oh really..." He seethed between clenched teeth. "...And what makes you so certain about that ?"

She didn’t hesitate before cupping his face and pressing her forehead against his.

"I have come to know more about you through your words. Every spoken word. You could be Kylo Ren or Ben Solo that it wouldn’t matter to me. I shall always care for the man who wears both names."

She had a point. She didn’t let his title scare her or intimidate her. She had no fear of him..

She was simply...there.

...With him.

Her words left him mute for a moment as he simply looked at her. Then, a certain tenderness came across his face. She instantly felt it and sighed before taking a step towards him.

"…Did he hurt you ? Supreme Leader Snoke ?" She asked worriedly.

His expression darkened for a moment at the mention of his master’s name.

"...Don't...don't bring him up. You...you don't need to know those things..."

His voice was dark.

He looked like he was trying very hard to appear unaffected...But his eyes gave him away.

She sighed before slowly and gently stroking the back of his head.

"Last time we spoke, I felt a dark force pushing you away from me. I was so worried. Was it him ?"

A brief flash of hurt crossed his face. He remained quiet for a few moments, before answering her question.

"He was..." He paused, struggling to maintain his composure. "...What do you want me to say ? That he hurt me ? That he was the reason I acted the way I did ? That he...Made me the person I am today ?"

The person I hate today. He thought.

She smiled before gently pulling his hand towards her and intertwining their fingers.

"And still…you came back."

He looked down at their joined hands and took a deep breath.

"Yes..." he muttered between clenched teeth, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Still, I came back."

She smiled again.

"I can feel it. You still feel the pull towards the Light, don’t you ?"

He sighed and looked away for a brief moment.

"Yes...I do." He looked straight into her eyes. "And I despise it."

She reached out for his chin and slowly forced him to look at her.

"Don’t. I felt scared too. At first. But…You do not need to despise the Light."

"I do." He tried to remove her hands from his chin, but his own hands were shaking. A tear escaped from his eyes.

He turned away.

"I despise it. I despise it all."

She smiled and pressed her forehead against his once more—her heart tightening at the pain and hatred she felt emanating from him in waves.

"Sssh. I know. I know. It hurts."

"It hurts." He leaned in close. "...It hurts."

The tension between them seemed to grow even thicker, the Force seemed to pulsate with even more intensity.

It was so close to snapping...

He reached up and brushed an errant strand of hair aside. And then he spoke in a whisper so soft...so small.

"I want it to stop hurting." He said as he tried to embrace the comfort she was offering him by her presence alone.

"It will…I will help you. I promise." She whispered.

He didn't speak. His breathing was shallow and fast and he was so close to her. His heart was beating fast. It was almost hard to imagine that he was an agent of darkness at all.

That he was even capable of hurting people...

He looked into her eyes, they felt like...warmth.

He reached his hands up and cupped her face.

Her breathing hitched.

Their faces were so close to one another...He looked like he was going to explode. He looked away and his jaw clenched.

"...I..." he whispered. "I am not..."

He looked up and their eyes met, their heads still inches from one another.

"I am..."

He paused and breathed in, his face growing paler and his hands shaking harder.

"I..."

She smiled and hugged him tightly.

"…It’s okay. Everything will be okay." She held his trembling hands in hers.

He felt the relief flood into his body as soon as she hugged him. His breathing slowed and his hands ceased shaking.

His body relaxed...

His heartbeat slowed...

"It hurts...I..."

He squeezed his eyes shut as his tears escaped and trickled down his cheeks.

"...I want it to stop..."

"I know."

He didn’t speak. His chest heaved as he tried to breathe and calm himself. And slowly, he felt the weight lifting off his shoulders and his breathing slowing...He held her tighter...as his tears continued to fall.

She stroked his back.

He shuddered slightly at her touch, but he also felt his muscles loosening.

His tears fell, but he stopped trying to wipe them away.

He gripped her even tighter and buried one hand into her hair.

"...I just want to...I just want to..." He was starting to lose control over his own tongue. There were so many things he wanted to say…but couldn’t.

"…I do not want to fight you. I do not want to be your enemy." She whispered and kissed his forehead. He stayed there for a few seconds...perhaps even more. The warmth of the moment washed over him. He lifted his head from her shoulder and looked back at her. He remained quiet for a few more seconds as he simply stared at her.

His hands were still interlaced in hers and he didn't want to let go.

"I..." he whispered and he added with a small smile. "I don't want to fight you, either."

A brief pause.

"I don't want to fight you, at all."

She nodded.

"In a different life..." he said in a small voice before pausing for a few seconds.

"Maybe we could...." He remained silent for a few more seconds, the emotions inside him too mixed to be named. "In a different life, maybe we could have..."

His voice grew even softer as he continued.

"Maybe we could have been more than enemies..."

"…Of course." She smiled. "We would have been friends. I am sure of it."

He remained silent for a few moments longer...

"Friends..." He remained silent until he finally spoke up again. "More than friends."

She didn’t say anything.

"...More than just friends," he added again, his voice growing even softer as he spoke. He was quiet for a moment, as if thinking about what he was going to say next.

"Maybe...in a different life," he continued, his voice taking on a slightly wistful tone. "...we could have been..."

A brief pause.

"...Lovers."

She sighed and looked away.

He remained close to her, trying to get a glimpse of her face. It felt like an eternity of silence as he waited for her to reply back, a million thoughts crossing his mind.

He wanted to know how she felt. And at the same time, he was so very afraid of the answer.

And so, he stayed silent as he waited for her to speak first.

She finally smiled sadly at him. "…I care about you. But…You cannot love me."

Everything in him froze.

His breath stilled, his heart slowed to a crawl...

He felt like he was about to drop to the floor.

It hurt.

"What ?" he finally whispered, his eyes betraying just how much it hurt him to hear those words from her.

"…You cannot love me because if you do, you’ll end up hurt." She explained rather unclearly.

"...I am already hurt. I’ve been hurt for a long time...and you know that. And..." He whispered and paused, finding it hard to get the next words out. "...You won’t hurt me—not you."

JR sighed and stroked his cheek. "I cannot love you. Not as long as you think love is weakness. It is the reason I will choose the Rebellion. Because I think the First Order just takes away any kind of love that could ever be…"

That broke something in him and his eyes flashed with an intense cold intensity. "Do not say another word," he warned, his voice tense.

She shivered at the shift in his demeanor. His anger was cold and hard, and she had never...

Ever

...Seen him this way.

He looked...dangerous.

She said nothing, keeping her mind quiet and her face expressionless as she tried to avoid triggering him. Then, with a swift movement, Kylo stepped up close to her and grabbed her by the arms, squeezing them so tightly that it became painful.

"W-What ?! Lord Ren ! Let go !"

Kylo Ren grabbed the back of her neck roughly, forcing her to look at him as he got closer, their faces so close that their noses were almost touching and his lips brushed against hers. Kylo took only a split-second to think before capturing her lips into a deep and passionate kiss, letting all the emotions of jealousy and hurt and longing pour out.

Her eyes widened as tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to push him away.

"L-Lord Ren. Stop."

"No," he replied, his voice hoarse and rough. He pulled her closer, pressing his body against hers as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a fierce and possessive kiss.

Kylo Ren's hands moved to her back and he pulled her closer, kissing her deeply and desperately. He could feel the tears on her face and he finally released the back of her neck, instead holding her face in his hands as they kissed passionately. They stayed like this for several moments until he finally broke the kiss to catch his breath, gazing into her eyes.

Her eyes were filled with so many emotions, and she felt so powerless, so overwhelmed...

And even so, she couldn't help but be overcome by the surge of pleasure as his lips moved against hers with such hunger...His kisses were so powerful...so intense...She felt herself melting in his embrace as she tried to push him away, but it felt hopeless...

She didn't want him to stop...but she knew she had to somehow. When he did stop and looked into her eyes...

She was breathless.

"Who do you think you are ? Telling me that I cannot love you. When you DARED let Hux kiss you ! Tell HIM that you love him ! Letting that…CRETIN make you his when he doesn’t even know how to handle himself." He roared and her eyes flashed as his words stung her. And she could feel his anger at Hux growing by the second, but the anger she saw in his eyes...

It wasn't directed towards her...

It was directed towards Hux.

"…General Hux. You are acting…exactly like him. You think I am just a thing to own. You are incapable of loving anyone." She said with tears in her eyes.

Kylo Ren's face darkened as he heard her words. "Do not compare me to that weakling," he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. "I am not doing this out of some sense of ownership. I'm doing it because I can't stand the thought of you being with anyone else."

He pushed her up against the nearest wall, pinning her with his body. "And if I have to prove that to you, then so be it."

Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

"You are no monster, Lord Ren. You would never hurt me…"

Kylo Ren's face twisted in anger and pain at her words. He released her, taking a step back as he tried to calm himself. "Do not underestimate me," he said through clenched teeth.

"I am not. I know your strength. But, I also believe that you wouldn’t hurt me, even if you could."

"You..." Kylo Ren's voice cracked slightly as he spoke. "You're right. I wouldn't." He reached out and gently cupped her face with his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "I love you," he whispered. "And I would do anything for you."

She started crying and her voice cracked.

"I wish…I could believe you."

Kylo's hand trembled slightly as he cupped her cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb. "I love you," he said quietly, his voice barely a whisper.

He dipped his head and captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply and with a sense of desperation that bordered on obsession. His body pressed against hers as he held her tight, completely lost in the moment.

Her eyes were closed as the kiss continued, her mind going blank as she felt a wave of ecstasy and desire wash over her.

His body pressed against hers, his hands on her waist...She felt his heart beat against hers.

Their tongues entangled with each other's...

...and she felt...something else.

Something that wasn't simply her heart, but her soul...It was a desire to be one with him, to be a part of him and to make her own the whole of him...

Kylo Ren's grip on the back of her neck loosened slightly as he felt her pain and the tears in his own eyes threatened to spill over any moment.

"Stop crying." He said softly but sternly, his voice hoarse with an emotion he couldn't fully explain. "You're only making this harder."

"Stop kissing me." She retorted.

Their breathing was heavy. The desire had taken control of their bodies, and the sensations of pleasure swept over them, leaving them lost in each other.

The desire...

It was overwhelming.

The want for more...

For everything.

She tried to push him away, she tried to stop the kiss...And yet, as she did, she found herself only falling deeper into his embrace, her body pressed against his, their breaths becoming one.

He reached out, letting his fingers grace her chin, as if to remind himself that she was still there. "Please..."

Her heart cracked at his pitiful please and her eyes filled with tears once more.

"You are not looking for love, Lord Ren. You are looking for someone to join your side."

"Join my side ?" Kylo repeated, his voice soft and wounded. "I don't want you on my side, JR. I want you to be mine."

"Liar."

Their breaths became heavier with that one word...

"Liar."

It wasn't simply a word of dismissal, It was an accusation, it was her doubting him and not believing him.

And it was...hurting him.

And the hurt in him grew into anger as he clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on her body once more.

"I am not...a liar." He grunted, his rage growing by the second.

"You want Rey…" JR uttered in a whisper.

Kylo's eyes flashed with an intense mixture of frustration and longing. "You could still be by my side," he said in a low voice. "We could rule the galaxy together...as partners, and equals."

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to caress her face. "Stay with me," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Let me love you."

Her heart ached.

"…I chose forgiveness and peace. You chose revenge and rage. That is why I cannot fight alongside you. I am sorry."

Kylo's face twisted into a mask of rage and pain. "I'm not asking for you to fight with me !" he spat out, his voice strained with emotion. "Just be mine ! It's not that hard !"

Those words hurt more than anything he could have said. She didn't understand this desire for love. A need for something that was more than a mere bond.

She simply didn't understand.

She would never understand.

His grip on her tightened once more as his anger continued to build.

He didn't want her to join his side.

He didn't want her to fight alongside him.

He wanted her.

"Why ?! Why should I be yours ?!"

Kylo's expression shifted from hurt and confusion to anger once again. "Because I deserve you !" he snarled, his voice laced with possessive rage. "I deserve you. I want you. And I will get you !"

He grabbed her roughly, pulling her against him, his lips crashing into hers in a fierce and almost feral kiss.

JR-6025 gritted her teeth before a force surged through her.

"LET GO !", her voice boomed and Kylo Ren’s eyes widened in shock as he heard her and felt the energy—pushing him back.

He wasn't expecting her to fight back...He hadn't realized just what she was truly capable of. He stumbled back as he released his grip on her. His shock and anger grew in tandem as he saw what was happening.

She was fighting back.

And she was fighting with…

The Force.

JR’s eyes were wide open and she was looking down at him with fear in her eyes. She had never feared him before…

JR sighed.

"You are jealous. It is the only reason you are here. You are jealous of General Hux. You are trying to take over my mind. To make me into something I am not !"

He...

…Wait…

He suddenly realised something.

She was…

She really was...

She was reading into his very thoughts.

Reading his jealousy...

He was silent as he listened to her, a mix of anger and astonishment on his face.

"Yes." He finally confessed. "I am jealous."

His voice was tight with a mixture of rage, jealousy, and fear.

"Of Hux."

JR looked away.

"…Of course. Of course you would want the same thing. You do not care about me. Not truly. It is just another part of your childish game of rivalry…"

"It is not a game." He snarled, the anger boiling over as he finally let the mask drop.

"I..." He stopped, forcing himself to take a breath. His voice was a mix of pain and anger as he spoke again.

"I thought that..."

He shook his head violently.

"...I thought that...if I had you, I could..."

She closed her eyes and sighed as she saw his struggling with his own words.

"I think…I thought…I want to help you. I want to help you. But, I do not know how…"

She was so sweet...

So innocent and caring...

He felt such...

Such....such anger.

He didn't want to feel that anger anymore...

He hated the anger...

"Then...Help me."

His voice was soft as he spoke, the anger gone, replaced with something...different.

"How ?" She sobbed and cupped his face. "Tell me. How ? Please. Tell me. How can I help you ? How do I help you ?"

"Just...Be mine." He answered softly, his words full of pain and desperation. "Let me...have you. Let me possess you. Let me own you..."

He swallowed.

"Let me love you."

The words hurt her. They hurt her deeply.

"…Have. Possess. Own. The words you use hurt me. Because they go against everything I desire. Everything I fought for…"

He couldn't deny her words. They went against everything she stood for. Everything he had tried to deny. She didn't fight for her own gain. She fought for the freedom of others.

They were the exact opposite of his desires.

He was the exact opposite of her dreams.

He couldn’t deny any of her claims…

And yet, he still...desired her.

She gritted her teeth and sighed deeply.

"How could I love a man I know would bring my own destruction ? You would destroy me and whatever freedom I have fought so hard to get…How could I love…" She looked up at him. "…Kylo Ren ?"

"Because I..." He bit his lip as he looked at her. "Because I..."

He squeezed her arms, trying to get a hold on himself. His breath quickened as he found that the only thing he had to hold onto was her. His words were quiet, almost a whisper.

"...Because I love you."

She sighed and shook her head.

"…I do not think you know what love truly means."

The words hurt more than any blow he had ever suffered. Especially from her.

"I..."

He choked on his words, his anger growing once again.

"Then...Educate me."

Her eyes widened at his request and she looked sorry for him as she replied.

"I cannot."

"Why not ?!" His anger exploded again, but he was trying and failing to hold it back for her sake. "I am desperate for your love…I am desperate to hold it…desperate to possess it and claim it for myself…"

Words he had struggled to keep in came out in a rush.

"And you’re going to turn me away because I don’t know how to love ?"

"It is not something to be taught, Lord Kylo Ren." She started and he took a deep shaky breath.

"...Then I will learn it through you." His grip on her arms tightened, his anger spilling out again. He was desperate to have what he wanted. "...To have you."

"Have. Get. Possess…" She shuddered as she uttered those words. "…You still only see me as a stormtrooper. You grab me, squeeze me, use words that I have been told all my life. You wish to receive more than just love, but blind obedience…"

"If blind obedience is what it takes for you to be mine..." He was silent as she spoke, her words sinking into him. He couldn't deny his desire for it. His need to be obeyed. "...Then...Then I'll take it."

A threat. JR sighed. He would truly never learn or listen to her.

"…Then tell me…How would Ben Solo love me ?" She asked and Kylo was stunned.

Ben…Solo.

"He would treat you with respect...And kindness...And dignity..."

He was silent as his anger rose at the thought of someone else treating her with such things...

"He would ask things of you..."

His grip tightened even more.

"But he would want what was best for you...And he would never ask you to abandon your morals..."

She took a shaky breath. Oh how she wished for such love…But she then looked up at him with a sad smile.

"But you are not Ben Solo. So tell me…how would Kylo Ren love me ?"

His eyes immediately darkened as he grabbed her head and looked deep into her eyes.

"...He would possess you..."

His answer was blunt as he met her eyes, his anger and frustration slowly simmering down.

"He would claim you. Take you whenever he wants you...Whenever he needs you..."

There was a hunger in his words that he could not deny.

"He would bend your will to his wants and desires alone..."

She closed her eyes.

"…Would I still be…me ?"

He was silent for a few moments as his gaze fell on her.

"...No..."

He couldn't deny her words.

Her will would be bent to his own wishes. He would claim her as his own. She would do as he bid her...She wouldn’t be herself.

"...No..."

She remained silent and Kylo Ren could feel her pain.

"You wouldn’t be yourself. You would be what I want..." The words hurt as he spoke them. It hurt him to know that she wouldn't be herself...But he couldn't deny it. "…Or I would make it so..."

He was silent for a few moments, his fingers tightening on her arms as he tried to process what he was saying.

"...You said you wished. That you hoped for such love..." He was hesitant. "...But I am not Ben Solo..."

His voice still held some of that bitterness he had before.

"...And I...am not a kind man."

She looked away and took a deep breath.

"…What if I asked you to be ? For me ?" She asked and looked back at him.

His grip softened slightly at her question.

He was silent for a few moments.

"Do you want me to be…Ben ?" His voice was careful as he spoke, the hurt in him showing ever so subtly. "Do you...wish for me to be kind to you ?"

"Would you be ? If I asked you to ?" She asked again but with more confidence. But, Kylo Ten seemed in pain. Because he knew the answer. And she wouldn’t like it.

"...I couldn't..."

This had to be the hardest thing he had ever had to admit...

"...To be kind...To be gentle...To treat you as an equal..." He hesitated even now, his anger still simmering beneath the surface as he spoke.

"Yes. I could want to..."

But the harsh truth came out at last.

"But...I cannot be that man...Not for anyone...Not even for you."

She closed her eyes at the harsh truth.

His grip on her arms tightened again as he saw the hurt in her eyes.

He knew his words had hurt her...

And yet...

"...You did ask me. I am being honest. For you."

He paused for a moment, struggling to find the words.

"...I wish..." He couldn't finish the sentence, but he forced himself to. "...I wish I was that man...I wish I could be that man for you."

Yet the wishes of a man mattered little.

She slowly leant forward to kiss his lips softly.

"…This is a kiss for Ben. And I hope he will feel it."

His entire body tensed as she kissed him softly.

For a brief moment, he felt it...A warmth, a gentleness, something that reminded him of another...

For just a moment...He felt as if she had kissed…

Ben Solo.

"I…am not him. Not anymore." He whispered, but she just kept softly kissing his lips…There was no hurry or violent passion that threatened to burn. It was her first true kiss. A kiss she meant. A kiss full of hope and love and care…

He did not want to feel the gentleness, the tenderness in her touch. He did not want to feel the warmth of her kiss.

But he found that it was...

Comforting.

"...More..."

More than anything he could possibly deny...Than anything he wanted to deny.

Her lips felt gentle. Caring. Warm.

Hope.

Love.

Care.

He had never known such a gentle, wonderful, sweet kiss.

She pulled away.

He hesitated for a split second as she pulled away, as if he was holding on to a dream that was fading away from him.

Then he realized that the dream was real.

The kiss happened.

Her sweet kiss.

"...Again."

His voice was a whisper as he spoke, the hunger in him for her touch threatening to overwhelm him.

"Do not demand, Lord Ren. That kiss was for Ben. Not for you…" She denied him and he gritted his teeth.

"...Then give it to me..."

His voice was tight.

He was desperate for that kiss...

He tried to hide it.

To hold back from asking...

But he couldn't resist.

His hands tightened behind her back.

His tone had become hard once again...

...No longer gentle, but demanding.

"...Kiss me..."

"You wish to claim something that isn’t yours, Lord Ren. That kiss. It was for him. For…the man that could have been. That could still be." She said.

"...Then make it mine..."

His grip tightened on her.

He wouldn't deny her words. Not at all.

But he needed that kiss.

He wanted it for himself. For Kylo Ren.

And he couldn't resist...He couldn't deny the hunger that was growing inside of him.

"Kiss me once more, trooper..."

Her expression hardened as he called her that.

"That is NOT my name. Or what I am. Not anymore."

"I said..." His grip tightened, but his hands were trembling despite his effort to maintain his firm and stern grip. He needed her to obey, but his words came out weak and shaky and almost pleading.

"...I said..." The hunger in him had started to spill over. "Kiss me again."

The words were a mix of rage and desperation.

"No."

He was stunned at her mere utterance of the word. He was so used to getting his way. And now here she was, denying him.

And he hated it.

"I SAID..."

His voice rose.

The hunger. It was growing within him...

He wanted...He wanted so desperately...

"That kiss was for Ben. Only Ben Solo." She said and Kylo Ren’s eyes darkened

"Then you will be disappointed."

He tightened his grip again, trying to contain his anger. The hate within him.

"That man..."

Ben.

"...Doesn't exist."

His voice was cold, cruel, and brutal as he spoke.

"The only man that exists..."

He squeezed a little tighter.

"...Is me."

His grip tightened on her and his knuckles were white as he squeezed...

Rage boiling inside of him.

"You're mine..."

It was all he could think of as he squeezed her arms.

"...You're mine if I say you're mine..."

The words spilled out of him like poison, his anger growing as she refused and his hold on himself growing weaker...

"...Do you understand ?"

JR glared at him and wrench away from his grip.

"No."

His jaw twitched at her refusal.

"Very well..." His words were hard to get out as the hunger inside of him grew even more. "...Then I shall take what I want by force."

He watched as she refused him to his face.

And he hated it.

That hunger. That rage.

It wasn't being sated, it was simply bubbling up and up as his grip on himself grew weaker...He stared at her with a hard, almost cruel look, the hunger still boiling up and up and up...

"...If you refuse..." It took him an effort to speak the words. "...I will hurt you."

"You wouldn’t."

"...Try me."

The anger in him was spilling over now as he gripped his fists. He was desperate to keep her...And if she wouldn't be willingly...Then he would take her by force.

"Try to resist me. See if I wouldn't hurt you..."

She frowned.

"You are only a guest in my head, Kylo Ren." She reminded him.

His grip on his sanity weakened further as he heard the words.

Her head...?

He was just a guest ?

His rage rose, and with it came the hunger within him...He wanted to show her that she was wrong...And to make her see.

"...So you think you're safe from me here...?"

He paused, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he spoke...

"...That you can just refuse me here ?"

"Don’t."

She was still refusing him. She still believed herself safe, despite the situation they were in...

"Don’t..."

It was an absurd thing for her to ask.

She was his.

The hunger inside of him was growing, and he was finding it harder and harder to maintain his hold on himself...

"Don’t..."

He wanted to laugh at her naivety. Did she really think her words held any power over him ?The hunger was growing, spreading, taking hold of him...and there was no stopping it.

He took a step towards her.

She took a step back.

Another step forward.

His grip on his willpower was growing more and more tenuous as he stepped closer and closer to her.

Another step...

"Do NOT take another step !"

Kylo Ren didn’t listen.

"...You cannot stop me."

His voice was low as he took another step towards her...She gritted her teeth.

"Please."

A flash of amusement flitted across his face.

"You know very well that I don't care for please..." His voice was still hard as he took a step backward. "Besides, I already have what I want..."

He was close to her, just close enough to reach out a hand and touch her. Suddenly, she raised her hand towards him and tried to use the Force to stop him. His eyes widened as he felt something tug at him. He took an involuntary step backwards, his eyes flashing with surprise and annoyance...

He was still trying to maintain his grasp on himself. His voice was a snarl. But he took her grip by the wrist, holding it in his hands...

He pulled her towards him.

He was furious.

The hunger was gnawing at him.

And he was starting to think...

Perhaps I should break your mind...

JR’s eyes widened in fear.

"Lord Ren. Please…No."

"I will do what I please." He seethed and lifted her hand to do just that. The hunger inside of him was growing, just like the rage. His grip on her wrist was tight. He didn't want to hurt her if he could help it...But he was growing weary of her refusal to submit to him.

Perhaps if he just showed her...what he could do ?

"K-Kylo Ren. P-Please." She felt tears in her eyes as pain spread through her mind. "Don’t. You’re not a monster."

His grip tensed as he saw the pain and heard her words. He was almost ready to stop...almost tempted to release her.

...But the rage inside of him was growing.

"You don't know what I am..." He hissed as his grip tightened on her wrist.

"I know. I know that you think yourself irredeemable and that you feel there is no one you can trust and everyone is seeking to hurt you. But, I know there's some good in you. I know it."

His response came out almost instantly without a thought.

"There is no good left in me...I am what I am..."

His grip went even tighter...

"And you will learn to accept that fact..."

"Never." She still felt his mind clashing with hers and threatening to crush her. "I won’t…ever…stop believing."

He paused for a moment at her words.

Her resolve...

Her absolute belief that there was some sort of light left in him...

It was...disconcerting.

"...Then your beliefs will prove to be your undoing..." She felt his grip tighten on her just a little bit more. She suddenly reached out for his face and gently ran the back of her fingers over his scarred cheek.

"…So beautiful." She felt him trying to crush her but her eyes revealed nothing but love.

His mind was faltering as her fingers ran over his scarred face. The hunger and rage within him was starting to be overwhelmed by something else. He was trying to regain his focus, to maintain it. But her touch on his face. There was something...soothing about it.

Soothing and warm and gentle.

And she wasn't even trying...

She was just...

Touching him.

She kept touching him gently and smiled softly at him. Her eyes glassy and her thumb stroking his scar before she leant forward.

"…You wanted a kiss, Lord Ren ? Here it is."

She kissed his scar.

His grip on his sanity was gone the moment she kissed his scar.

She wasn't trying to tease him.

She wasn't trying to appeal to his desires.

And yet he found himself wanting something more, something he hadn't wanted or desired or needed since...

...It had felt like a lifetime ago...

His eyes fluttered closed as the kiss continued on his scar. She had finally kissed him...

She peppered the rough skin with kisses, her lips seeking to soothe all his scars. Her gentleness was almost torture for him…a sweet torture.

It was torture. And yet he craved it like nothing else. His mind was growing fuzzy as her lips touched him. The hunger and the rage were beginning to disappear. The sweetness was taking hold of him...

And he wanted more.

His hands ran through her hair...

Cradling her head as the kisses continued.

More...

She lifted her hands to grab the back of his head as her lips kept their tender assault on his scar. His grip tightened on her as she grabbed the back of his head. His mind was growing foggy as her lips kept up their assault on his scar...

More...

His mouth opened a little and his lips pressed against her cheek. There was no need for her to respond, no need for her to do anything at all.

Just let him drink in her affection...

Let her show him how gentle she could be...

She shivered at the sensation of his lips against her cheek and let her lips linger over his brow…

"I shall heal you…I shall heal you…I promise." She uttered in a whisper against his damaged skin.

He was breathless as her lips lingered over his cheek. His hands found themselves in her hair...

I shall heal you..

He was overwhelmed. He was overwhelmed by her soft touch and her words...Her confidence in him, her faith that he wasn't an irredeemable monster...He needed her to keep it up...

Keep up this...

Gentleness...

To keep showing him that he could be healed...

He needed her to keep it up...

Keep it up...

He suddenly pulled her closer and hissed in her ear.

"You are wasting your time trying to heal me. There is nothing left to heal. It is all gone."

She held him fearlessly.

"No. I will mend and fix and heal. It doesn’t matter if it hurts or takes me a lifetime. I will not give up on you."

His grip tightened around her as his voice was a low, harsh growl.

"...You will never succeed..."

His face tilted so that his lips were almost touching her ear as he spoke...

"...I am beyond repair..."

He pulled her closer.

Beyond healing...

"It's a waste of time..."

"There is...nothing..." He choked out as he pulled her closer to his mouth, his words growing more harsh and more bitter..."Nothing to heal. The time for healing passed a long time ago."

He was panting as he heard her words.

"There is nothing left to heal."

The hunger boiled up inside of him once more...There's nothing left to heal. The words pounded in his head.

His grip on her tightened as he hissed once more...But still she held him, refusing to give up on him even as he continued to refuse her. He wanted to punish her for her obstinacy. For her self-righteous refusal to believe him.

She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she kept him close. His grip on her tightened as his hissing grew into a growl.

There’s nothing…

Nothing left to heal.

The words repeated in his head like a mantra as his mind was growing hazy. The rage he felt at her stubborn refusal was growing into something else...Something he barely recognized...His hands ran through her hair, his fingers running through her soft locks.

His mind was growing more and more clouded. The anger and rage were bubbling up and up inside of him...His hands started to shake with the rage that he felt boiling up and up and up...

He wanted...He needed...

His eyes closed, and his breath was coming in short, harsh puffs as the rage and hunger continued to bubble and boil up. She was digging and digging and digging into his shoulders...But he was trying to get away...She wouldn’t let him.

His hands started to shake more...His breath coming more ragged...The rage was threatening to become unbearable...

...The hunger...

The need for her...

His grip tightened on her as he tried to break free of her stubborn grip...His mind was foggy and haze as he tried to tear himself away...But all efforts were useless as he felt himself grow even more enraged.

"LET ME GO !"

"NO !"

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME GO ?!" He was shouting now, his anger burning hotter as every second passed. But there was something else he was feeling beneath this rising rage...

Need.

He pushed her hands away and tried to pull away from her...But every movement felt as if an anchor was tied around his limbs.

His breath was coming in short, harsh puffs as his face distorted in rage...

She let out a scream of determination and held on to him with every inch of her body—tackling him to the ground and wrapping her legs and arms around him. The scream cut through him as he felt her grappling onto him...

He screamed too as he tried to break free.

Her grip was too strong ! She was too strong !

He couldn't break himself free. His mind was cloudy.

"LET ME GO !" He forced himself to demand once more.

Let me go !

He pushed back, his hands gripping her legs and body as he tried to pull her off of him.

"NEVER !" She held on stubbornly.

"WHY ?!" His voice was filled with rage as he screamed, his grip on her tightening. "WHY CAN'T YOU LET ME GO ?!"

"BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU ! BECAUSE YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE ONLY DAMN PERSON THAT I COULD CONFIDE IN AND I CAN SEE YOU IN PAIN AND IT IS KILLING ME !" She shouted back. She was tired and she just wanted him to understand that no matter what…She wouldn’t give up.

Her words hit him and stopped him dead in his tracks. No one had ever confessed such feelings towards him. No one had ever told him that he had been someone that they could confide in...

"You're lying." His voice was harsh as he said the words, his grip tightening as he tried to push her away again.

She held on strong. No matter how desperate he was and tried to get her off him.

"I WON’T LET GO ! YOU MIGHT AS WELL KILL ME RIGHT NOW !"

"SHUT UP !" He screamed in a blind rage, but there was something in his mind...Something that told him she wasn't lying to him. His grip on her grew slightly weaker...

"NO !" She buried her face against his neck.

His grip continued to slacken as he tried to push her away. But her grip was still too strong.

"...let me go..." His voice was barely a whisper now as his demand turned into a desperate plea.

"…No…" She took a deep inhale and grabbed a handful of his hair and pull him closer to her—but her grip was soft as not to hurt him.

He flinched as she pulled him in closer, holding onto his hair. But his eyes were beginning to grow softer. He was staring at her.

But he said nothing.

"…Never." She repeated—holding his gaze.

His gaze slowly softened. His face began to relax. He looked as though he were relaxing in her grip. As though her presence were something welcome, an anchor that prevented him from flying off the edge...

She smiled and restrained tears.

"Never."

Suddenly his grip loosened and his hands ran through her hair.

So soft...

He moved his forehead to hers.

"Never never never…" She kept repeating over and over as her grip on him grew stronger and more intense.

"Never never never..."

She wouldn't let go. And he wouldn't make her. He wrapped his arms around her, buried his face in her. He had no choice but to finally accept his fate.

She let out a sigh of relief and smiled before kissing the top of his head.

His arms squeezed around her, burying his head in her chest...

"Never never never..." He repeated the words. But this time, they were said with comfort and relief...

Never never never...let me go.

He thought and tightened his grip on her. She closed her eyes and held him as if she was afraid of losing him…as if she would never let him go…as if she sought to keep him safe forever.

He had never felt such comfort and reassurance. Such safety and relief...All her presence told him was:

Home.

He was safe.

She would keep him safe.

He buried his head deeper into her chest, clinging to her with a tenacity he had never shown before. She huffed a laugh at how calm he seemed now and she wrapped her arms around his head as she laid her cheek on top of his head and gently caressed his wild black locks.

His arms only tightened around her.

And he felt content.

He felt safe.

...And that's what he had craved all along.

His hair was as soft as silk...the strands of black, curly locks, curling loosely around her fingers.

He tilted his head back and looked at her. She was so…

...Beautiful.

He tilted his head back more, his gaze focusing on her lips...She noticed and smiled as she saw something else in his gaze. She was now certain that it wasn’t Kylo Ren in her arms right now…

She stopped and smiled down at him before uttering softly—as if she was talking to a scared kitten ready to run away at any moment.

"…Hi there, Ben."

He didn't answer her with words. Instead he moved his forehead forward more. Touching hers...And then his lips were moving along the curve of her cheek...her jawline...her chin...Before her lips were found.

She smiled before kissing him softly.

He kissed back, softly at first, trying to keep this tender and gentle. But soon it became more feverish, more desperate. He pulled her closer, gripping her tightly as he pressed his lips harder against hers.

She met his kisses with a soft smile on her lips.

His lips explored hers. And his hands continued to grip her, pressing him close to her, their bodies together now, their hips touching as their hands roamed each other's bodies...

A breathless chuckle escaped him as a smile spread across his lips too...

She smiled back and looked him in the eyes. She found a whole new soul there and one that was worthy of being loved…She kissed him again. Her lips were warm and soft and gentle and they teased him. They teased him into pressing back harder, teased him into holding her tighter. His body moved against hers as their hands roamed each other. He was holding her in every possible inch of him...not allowing her to escape his grip, while their lips explored each other.

She smiled and even though she had trouble breathing, she still kept kissing him. He moaned against her as his grip tightened around her, his hands starting to roam all over her body.

And the breathlessness began to hit her too.

They were both breathless as they kissed, their lips pressed together tightly as they both gasped for air.

She pulled away and breathed out a laugh.

"Just…Just a second. Give me…"

His eyes remained closed as a blush spread across his cheeks. His breath was still shaky...

"Alright...."

But his hands had their own agenda. They gripped her tight and pulled her back against him, his hands holding her to his chest as their bodies remained in contact...

She chuckled.

"Clingy much ?" She teased.

"Only when it's you..." His voice was still wobbly as he smiled and looked up at her. He tilted his head up and pressed his face against her neck, kissing the soft skin, his breath warming her as he did so...

"What if I just…?" She moved barely an inch away.

His grip tightened around her as she moved.

"Do not."

His voice was low and hoarse as he warned her. He buried his face into her neck again, moving to another spot, before his mouth found another patch of skin, planting a few kisses over it...

She chuckled.

"Okay okay…Sorry."

"Do. Not. Move." He spoke a little more forcefully and his grip tightened around her further as his voice dropped an octave. He continued planting kisses around her neck as his hands found his way to her hips, their hands and bodies still completely pressed together.

She smiled.

"Alright. That’s ONE command I’ll follow."

"Good girl...." His voice was husky as he spoke, his grip loosening just a bit. He planted a few more kisses around her neck before leaning back and looking up at her. "Now stay."

"…With the way you’re holding me. I don’t think I’d be able to do much moving even if I wanted to…"

Ben playfully rolled his eyes before holding her closer.

"Mmmph..." A small chuckle escaped him as he pressed his face against her chest.

He chuckled as well as he continued letting his hands roam...

"What a shame..." His arms remained wrapped tightly around her and he kept holding her. But he continued to plant kisses on her. As he moved his lips...to her jaw...And then to her ears.

Her ears were scarlet red.

He chuckled as he took note of the redness of her ears. He planted a kiss on one of her ears and then another on the other. He moved back once more, smiling cheekily, as he asked.

"Do they always get flushed when you're aroused ?"

They became even redder and she looked embarrassed.

"I don’t know what you are talking about…"

"Mmm-hmm....." He chuckled as he moved to kiss her on the tip of her nose. "I think you do..."

His hand ran over her cheek as he spoke. She humphed before suddenly reaching for the hair covering his ears—attempting to see them.

He felt her hand reach for his ears and suddenly his head was being forced to the side as she tried to take a look at his ears, trying to see if they were red as well...

"What do you think you're doing ?" His voice was hoarse slightly tense as he spoke. He glanced over at her, his eyebrows raised as he saw what she was doing...

She didn’t reply and only pulled back the hair behind his ears to look at them. She smiled.

"I knew it. They’re red too !"

"They are not red !" He spoke with a growl as he moved to cover his ears again but was pulled back again by her. His breath became shaky again as he spoke, but he was still trying to put on an angry expression. But the way her hand was pulling at his hair made it impossible to hold the facade for too long.

"…Don’t cover them." She said and smiled. "Please ?"

He thought about it for a second before slowly lowering his hands from his ears. And then, reluctantly. Keeping his eyes on her the entire time. He let his hands fall into his lap and sat still, letting her look. She looked at them and her smile widened.

"They’re big. And red. But…they’re also very nice."

She then pressed her forehead against his and smiled.

"And that way…we match."

Match...

The word hung there in the air for a moment between them...

Match...

The way their ears were red.

The way their lips were red.

"Yes. I guess you could say that..." He sighed and his arms went around her again. "…we match."

She smiled before resting her chin on his shoulder. They remained like that. His arms wrapped around her, her chin resting on his shoulder. Their bodies together as they stayed quiet. In that moment, there was nothing but the two of them in the galaxy.

No First Order...

No Resistance...

No Rey...

And definitely no Kylo Ren...

All there was was two red-eared lovers.

She smiled and kissed his cheek.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as she kissed him. She was the only one that could make him behave like this. The only one who could turn him from the Supreme Commander of the First Order into just...

Ben

She squeezed herself tighter into him as her arms remained around his back.

"Now who is being clingy ?" His voice felt hoarse once more as he whispered the words in a tone that was somewhere between teasing and affectionate.

"Me." She admitted unapologetically and looked at him with a small grin.

He chuckled softly and hugged her even tighter.

"Yes...Now stay still." At this point he was just looking for an excuse to touch her more. He kissed the side of her neck again. "Or else...I might have to make you."

"That sounds like a threat." She grinned.

"It was. It is. And you better listen." His voice was huskier now as he spoke. "Now stay still..."

His grip on her tightened once more as he reiterated his threat.

"...Or I will make you..."

She chuckled.

"Is that so ?" She kissed his red ear. He shuddered at the sensation and his grip tightened around her as an instinctual reaction.

"Yes..."

His breaths were shaky as he spoke...

"And I'll keep making you until you stop teasing me. So stay...still."

She grinned.

"Sorry…"

She then held him closer and sighed.

"…Ben."

He felt himself melt as she said his name...

Ben...

She said his name in such a loving way...

This is who I am to her...Ben, her Ben.

In her arms, with her around him, his world felt right...She smiled at the loving gaze he gave her and only repeated the name again.

"Ben…"

He sighed as he felt a soft shiver run all over his body. How could she do this to him with such simple words...? With just one name ? His breathing became even more shaky.

"That’s right. Say it again."

"Ben."

"Mmm..." That was all he could manage at that moment. He pressed his face against her chest again. "Say it again..."

"Ben…" She kissed the top of his head.

"Again..." His voice was so quiet and weak she had to lean down to hear it. But she heard it all the same...

"Ben." She repeated once more and proceeded to caress his head with a loving smile.

He let out a sigh as her hand went through his hair and over his ear.

"Again..." His tone was husky, desperate, even. He wished to remember that name. To remember it until he could never forget it again. "...Just once more..."

"…Ben." She cupped his face.

A soft gasp escaped him as her hand ran across his face. And she cupped his face. He was powerless here.

Nothing but a boy. A boy who had finally found a home.

"Again..." He was on the verge of tears. He muttered the words but they were barely audible as he spoke.

She opened her mouth to say his name again when she suddenly felt like she didn’t have a voice any longer. And her eyes watered as she suddenly felt an invisible force tightening their grip on her throat. Behind Ben, she could see a tall dark figure standing there…Supreme Leader Snoke.

He stood there and suddenly, both her and Ben were thrown off each other and she tried to scream—but no sound came out.

The force holding them apart was so strong, so impossible to fight...Neither of them were strong enough to budge themselves even an inch. His grip tightened around her throat and she suddenly couldn't breathe. Her eyes were watering, her voice was silenced. He could sense the terror in her. He could also sense his own fear.

How had he failed to sense Snoke's presence...?

Suddenly, the connection was cut and JR was brought back to the island with Luke and Rey while Ben was brought back to the ship.

"BEN !" JR screamed…But he was gone.

And worst part was ?

She couldn’t even feel their connection through the Force anymore…Someone had cut their connection.

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A Tall and Small Collection | S2.31 | Mailroom Promises

The family had just arrived back home after their day at the park. Cloud watching had been a smashing success, but they were all ready to go home and put Mayzie down for a quick afternoon nap by the end of it.

There were no other people nearby when they came into the main lobby, though a couple of kids who were on a playdate came bursting into the elevator and rode up a few floors before running off toward their friend’s apartment. The keys jingled their familiar tune as Ashlynn slipped them into the lock and entered the living room. The warm sun’s light reflected off of the glass from distant buildings, casting an illuminous golden glow in Ashlynn’s home as she made her way up to her apartment.

The Borrower brothers, Mayzie especially, had collected various things while they were out. Shiny pebbles and stones, acorn fragments and their tops which Mayzie found to be a very amusing party hat, and flowers which Ashlynn promised she would help press so they could paste them onto Mayzie’s bedroom wall when the time came.

“When will we get to go back?” asked Rey as he piled up some of the stone fragments he collected into a fort like structure.

“Someday soon I hope. We’ll have to pick another overcast day during the afternoon when other people won’t be around,” said Ashlynn as she carefully placed the flowers into a few pieces of parchment paper and pressed them into one of her thickest books followed by a few clamps she had in her supply drawer.

“Well, let’s make it soon. I want to build a proper fort and build one of those evil catapults you showed me in that book,” said Rey as he stacked the stones precariously.

“You mean medieval? Sure. We can do that,” said Ashlynn. Soren laid Mayzie down onto the blanket fort she had attempted to climb earlier that morning.

“You plan on creating a castle?” asked Soren as he made sure Mayzie was tucked in properly before facing his brothers.

“Well, yeah,” said Rey. “I mean, wouldn’t it be great to build our own castle? We’d have a fortress with all sorts of defenses. Fireplaces and stoves like in ye olde days.”

“Okay, okay,” chuckled Soren as he stepped up and ruffled his youngest brother’s hair. “We’ll see what happens. If you want to make more than a fire pit, you’ll need loads more rocks than what you have now.”

Ashlynn grinned as she listened to the brothers. Rey began talking about all of his grand plans and went over to his notepad and began showing Soren his grand plans and schematics that he’d drawn up. He talked about how to make a drawbridge and how they could use gears from old devices to make things move and turn.

What an imagination and drive he has thought Ashlynn. She glanced over at the door before seeing the time on her phone. She remembered the mail had run already but that she didn’t grab it on the way up since she had the Borrower family with her.

“Well, while you all finish making plans for your fortress, I’m going to go grab the mail really quick,” said Ashlynn. The brothers nodded, Rey not missing a beat in his explanation for what he wanted to create for them, and Ashlynn stood and made her way back out of the apartment.

The elevator ride was uneventful, but Ashlynn’s mind was preoccupied with how to make Rey’s dream real. Was there a lighter material than stones that they could use to build this fort? Obviously, they could just make the outside look like stone, but Rey sounded like he wanted close to authentic.

She’d need to think about it, but something else immediately jarred her out of her train of thought when she went into the mailroom.

Sam.

The young boy was standing in front of his mailbox with the key. Undoubtedly he was fetching the letters and bills as part of his chores, but the timing was fortuitous.

No one else was there.

They were there on their own.

Ashlynn didn’t want to scare the boy, but she wanted to make sure he knew she was aware of their shared secret about the Borrower community living in the building with them. Sam knew her, so this should be relatively easy, right?

Heart suddenly in her throat, Ashlynn stepped up to her mailbox and used her constricting throat as an excuse to clear it with a polite cough. Sam immediately looked over at her and smiled.

“Oh, hello Miss Ashlynn,” he said, eyes twinkling with youthful enthusiasm. “How are you today?”

“I’m doing well,” said Ashlynn. “Picking up your mail?”

“Yep! It’s the last thing I have on my list of things to do before I get to hang out with… erm… well, one of my friends is going to play some games virtually and I’m joining them online,” said Sam. Ashlynn felt a bit uneasy. Why did he hesitate? Why did he change what he was going to say? She decided to press a little.

“Oh? That’s nice. What friend are you going to meet up with online?” asked Ashlynn, carefully pressing her luck. She turned the lock on her mailbox and glanced over at Sam, who was now fishing out his mail quickly.

“Um… well… he’s not from here,” said Sam.

“Oh? Homeschooled? Meet him online?” asked Ashlynn. Sam squirmed.

“Um… yeah,” said Sam. His body posture changed significantly as he continued to avoid Ashlynn’s gaze. Ashlynn knew how to play this, but she knew she needed to still be careful.

“Sam, I know your parents are very careful and that you’re careful, but meeting someone online is dangerous. People aren’t always what they seem like,” said Ashlynn gently. Sam immediately looked up defiantly.

“I didn’t meet him online. He’s a real person. We just…” Sam stopped himself and looked away quickly again. “We just don’t get to… see each other… often… and… um… I need to…”

“Is his name Hero?” asked Ashlynn quietly, eyes fixed on Sam’s body. His body language immediately gave away his surprise that Ashlynn knew the name. His frame went rigid and his eyes widened. It was obvious the young boy was trying to get a measure of Ashlynn too.

“Um….” Sam stammered. Both of them looked around to see if anyone else was around them.

Then, Ashlynn, not wanting to intimidate the young boy, knelt and maintained eye-contact with him, smiling reassuringly.

“Sam, I know,” she said softly. Sam stared at Ashlynn suspiciously.

“Know? Know about what? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I… I need to…” Sam stammered as he tried to avoid Ashlynn’s eyes.

“Sam, you don’t have to keep their secret from me. I know about Hero,” said Ashlynn quietly. With suspicious eyes, he stared at Ashlynn and evaluated her smile until, after several long seconds, the contagious smile spread across his face too.

“You know Hero?” he asked. “Then… then… what color are his eyes?” Sam asked. Ashlynn chuckled to herself. Sam had devised a little test of his own. Clever boy.

“Green. Bright green,” replied Ashlynn. Instantly, the tenseness in Sam’s body dissipated and the smile spread wider across his face.

“Woah,” the boy breathed. “You really do know. But… how?”

“I’ve known for a long time,” said Ashlynn, her voice just above a whisper. “I know we’re not supposed to talk about it, but I wanted to thank you for keeping their secret. It’s very important that we always keep this a secret, okay?”

“Of course!” reassured Sam. “I’d never tell anyone. I’m just… I didn’t think anyone else knew.”

“And it needs to stay that way. Not everyone is as kind and thoughtful as you,” said Ashlynn.

“I’d never hurt…”

“I know you wouldn’t,” interrupted Ashlynn. “But others might, and that’s why we need to make sure we keep them a secret. Okay?” Sam nodded, grin spreading across his face so wide it nearly reached from ear to ear.

“Promise! Cross my heart!”

They shared a smile and then both of them headed for the elevator. Sam acted like he wanted to ask questions all of the way up the elevator, but the same group of kids came back into the lift and rode it up with them. Instead, Ashlynn promised that she and Sam would talk soon as she exited the elevator, Sam giving her a little wave as the doors slid closed behind her.

Ashlynn walked back to her apartment and paused just outside of the door. She hoped that she hadn’t overstepped any boundaries and that Sam would indeed keep his word. All the same, that little exchange told her that he could easily slip up if he was pressed too hard by someone else who knew about the Borrowers.

Silently, she prayed that day would never come.

She slid the key into the lock and clicked it open, sure to knock properly so the others would know she was home. Crossing the threshold, she was instantly greeted with smiles from all of her small companions, pushing aside her uneasy feelings for another time and another place.

For now, the most pressing matter on their minds was what they should do for dinner and what movie they were going to watch after game night.

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Delicious Monsters chapters 43 & 44

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Chapter 43

“My mom stayed here once. When you first opened.”

“I know,” she says with a smile. “I’ve read her book.”

“Oh? What did you think of it?”

She tilts her head to the side as if thinking. “She kind of reminds me of my mom.” Grace stares into my eyes.

Once again highlighting the fact that rather than to be a better mother to Daisy, Grace instead turned around and did the same kind of abusive shit her own mother did. On top of the supernatural ghost bullshit.

Like yes, Grace was abused by her own mum. But that doesn’t give her a right to abuse her own daughter.

I stand there for a few moments before opening my phone and making a call. She doesn’t answer as usual. But this time, I leave a voicemail.

Chapter 43 summary: Brittany gets the first ticket back to Toronto, since she’s decided that her career is over. However, as she’s sitting in an airport restaurant, Jayden shows up. He explains to her that he’d been trying to get in touch with Grace so that he could do an independent documentary about her. His opinion on Grace isn’t half as much as what Brittany had originally thought, but the fact that he couldn’t tell her about this kind of hurts.

Jayden also said that he’d been trying to stop Torte from getting Brittany’s own mum for an episode. That he’d even threatened legal action. Seems like the thought of a juicy episode would be more than worth the costs of a harassment lawsuit… and the potential of Brittany and Jayden walking away.

They decide to suck it up and continue on, so the next day, they go to the house. Grace has turned even the Airbnb check-in into this entire fancy thing. Grace greets them by the dock in order to ferry them over, and then shows them around the house. Towards the end of the tour, Brittany mentions the book her mum wrote, and Grace says that Brittany’s mum reminds her of her own mum. Brittany says that she thinks her mum is full of shit, and that amuses Grace. Brittany isn’t sure why she decided to come clean to Grace about what she thinks of her mum… This is the first time Brittany has ever said anything like that before.

Brittany wakes up in the middle of the night, and decides to go exploring on her own. Despite knowing that she should probably take a camera, she only takes her phone. In the hall, she runs into a girl, who shows her…??? The conservatory room? I don’t know, and I don’t think it matters. In there, the girl is like “Mummy issues? Yeah, I got those too.” Brittany then calls her mum and leaves a voicemail message.

Chapter 44

“It’s time to cut our losses with this house. If I were a better mom, I would have done this a long time ago.”

Full offence, but if you were a better mum, you wouldn’t have even thought about going back to the house. Ever.

You would have gone to therapy to talk through about how your brother-in-law molested you constantly when you were a child.

Branches full of thorns shot from inside the house and wrapped themselves around Mom’s body. She only had enough time to shoot me a panicked look before she was ripped from the ground and tugged inside the house.

The problem with the suspense of this is that the book itself gave away that Grace is alive and well ten years from now. Not only that but she’s still running the Airbnb from the house

So whatever is going to happen, it can’t possibly have been that bad.

I think we could have been friends for a lot longer, me and King, if we’d had enough time. But we didn’t.

Chapter 44 summary: Daisy obviously feels a lot of immediate relief upon ejecting Ivy from her body. She knows that Ivy isn’t gone-gone, and probably slunk back to the house.

Grace says that they should leave this house behind, but Daisy says that it’s too late. The house has become a monster now… because of them. Mainly Grace, but Daisy also had a role to play in this as well. Instead, they decide to pack up some things and stay with Helga for a little bit.

However, upon leaving the guest house, they find that the main house is now overgrown with thorns; butcherbirds are hopping all around the vines.

As they go to leave, vines shoot out and pull Grace inside. Daisy tries to get inside, but the thorns are too much and she hurts herself. King shows up with a shotgun and blasts a hole through the vines and door, but the house immediately heals itself

Daisy tells him that there isn’t enough time for him to shoot and then jump through, so she’ll have to be the one who goes in. He begs her not to go, and Daisy understands that this is what he’d been trying to protect her against. That the futures he keeps seeing aren’t exactly great. Daisy doesn’t know what to do, but decides that she can’t stand around and let her mum be tortured. So she tells King to blast through the door, and when it breaks apart, she goes inside, leaving King standing outside.

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larkawolfgirl · 2 years ago

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Valentine's Date (Murayuu)

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationship: Murata Ken/Shibuya Yuuri Characters: Murata Ken, Shibuya Yuuri, Shibuya Miko, Original Characters Additional Tags: Valentine's Day, Getting Together, Fake/Pretend Relationship

Summary: Murata uses Valentine's Day as an excuse to talk Yuuri into pretending to date him.

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“As you all know, Valentine's Day is tomorrow,” the teacher continued. He was a frumpy looking middle-aged man with a goatee. Right now, he looked even more expressionless than usual. “I know tomorrow is a big day for a lot of you, but it is still a school day. Due to increased pressures from the school board, I am being forced to allow those of you who are in a relationship to skip for the day. Those of you who are single, however, will be expected to be here as usual. For our records, you will need to fill out and return the sheet I have laid out on my desk in order to be excused. Class dismissed.” Saying this, the teacher left the classroom so fast Murata wondered if he needed to go to the bathroom.

A more entertaining train of thought was unfolding beside him, though. His dark-haired friend seated beside him groaned and slumped his head onto his desk.

Murata watched with amused pity. “Aw, what’s wrong, Shibuya? Wishing you had a girlfriend?”

“Obviously!" his friend exclaimed. "Who wants to come to boring class and then go home to your boring room on Valentine’s Day? Do you think I can get away with lying?”

“Why don't we just say we’re dating?”

Just as expected, Yuuri was surprised. He bolted upright in his seat. “Huh? No way! Why would I do that?”

Murata couldn’t help smiling at how flustered his friend looked. “It’s not like you can go around by yourself tomorrow without getting caught. If you say you have a random girlfriend you’d just have to stay home. Wouldn’t it be more fun to go out with me?”

Yuuri looked to the side. “Maybe. But we can’t do that.”

Murata leaned in closer, enjoying how that only made Yuuri even more flustered. “Why not?”

“B-because,” Yuuri floundered. “That’s way too embarrassing. Everyone would think we’re gay. Plus, everyone would figure out we lied when we came back to school and acted like we weren’t dating.”

“Then we’d just have to keep acting like we were dating,” Murata explained. It didn't take a genius to work the logic out.

Yuuri gave an awkward laugh. “That won't work!” he insisted, loud enough to gain some of their classmates’ attention. Realizing his mistake, he covered his mouth to muffle his voice. “I don’t want people thinking I’m gay.”

“Why not?” Murata was honestly curious. It wasn't like either of them knew anyone particularly homophobic.

“W-why not?" Yuuri stammered, taken off guard by the question. Avoiding the question rather than answering, he asked, "Why would I want them to?”

Murata smirked. “Some people are into that sort of thing.” He was into that sort of thing, but his friend didn't need to know that particular detail just yet.

Yuuri scowled. “The wrong kind of people. What girl’s going to want to date someone gay?”

“A fujoshi.”

Yuuri’s eyes bulged at the instant reply.

Murata continued, “Besides, you wouldn’t tell them you’re gay, obviously. You’d tell them you’re bi.”

"Wha–what? But why? It would make more sense to just ask a girl to date me."

Murata gave him an unimpressed look both for his avoidance and his unfulfilled confidence. "If you could do that, you wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. Besides, are you really going to leave me here all alone?” He made an exaggerated puppy face that he knew Yuuri couldn’t resist.

The inner conflict showed on Yuuri's face. He didn’t want to do it for the sake of his reputation, but he was also a genuinely nice guy and didn’t want to push his friend aside. “Fine,” he hissed under his breath. “But we’ve gotta keep it as down-low as possible. Then, I can just say I was trying it out or whatever.” Yuuri shivered at his own words.

Murata grinned. Trying it out was exactly what they both needed. “Of course!” he said as he began to calculate the ways he could use this opportunity to his advantage.

Murata let Yuuri pick the location of their date. That way, he would feel more at ease and more in control. It wasn’t a surprise that the baseball-addict chose to attend a game. Luckily for Murata, he actually did enjoy baseball, even if he did enjoy soccer more. Sharing Yuuri’s main interest really helped in strengthening their relationship.

The letdown was that Yuuri showed up wearing a white shirt with black stripes, black track pants, and a blue baseball cap. It was definitely baseball attire all the way rather than date attire. Murata hadn’t had high hopes for this fake date, but Yuuri could have at least pretended to look like he was giving this date an ounce of effort. Anyone seeing them now would think that Yuuri didn’t give an iota of concern to impress Murata-which he surely didn’t.

Yuuri was lucky he was cute.

Too cute actually. Even such unflattering clothing emphasized likable qualities. Yuuri was simple-minded, enthusiastic, and uninterested in flair. While The shirt was large and baggy and didn’t do anything to accentuate his physical features, he still looked cute drowning in it, especially when he sent Murata his trademark dopey grin. If only that grin was because he was excited to see him rather than because he was excited to watch the game.

Their outfits would clash horribly in comparison, though. Of course, Murata hadn’t wanted to overdo it, but he still had a sense of style. His own causal outfit consisted of a pair of tan chino pants and a green henley shirt. He looked pretty good, whether Yuuri paused to appreciate it or not.

"Hey, Murata!" Yuuri exclaimed. At least he sounded happy to see him.

"Hi, Shibuya. Are you hungry?"

His face fell. "Oh, well..I love the food here, but I used up most of my money on my ticket."

Murata smiled. "Don't worry, I'll treat."

"Huh?"

Still smiling, Murata threw an arm over his friend's shoulder and started leading him toward the concession stand. "We are dating, after all."

Yuuri laughed nervously, noticeably stiffening. He didn't turn down the free food, though.

With food in hand, they searched for their seats. They were decently located, not too far nor too close to the playing field. Baseball didn’t scream romance to Murata, but the stadium was actually packed. Most of the patrons seemed to be couples. Everything was decorated for Valentine’s Day with hearts and red, pink, and white streamers. The big display scene even said something about enjoying the special day.

"Jeez," Yuuri said, sitting down, "I didn't think this would be the date sort of place."

"Me neither," Murata said, not that he was complaining. He took his own seat beside him. "Now it won't seem so odd that this is how we chose to spend Valentine's Day."

Yuuri grabbed a handful from their shared popcorn bowl. "Come on, it's not like people are keeping tabs on us."

Murata shrugged. "Maybe not right now, but don't you think we'll be asked about it tomorrow?"

Yuuri pulled the rim of his cap down in a poor excuse of hiding his face. "Don't make me think about tomorrow," he whined.

Murata waved the hot dog in his hand. "Not ready to admit you're gay, huh?"

Yuuri was unimpressed with the hot dog show. "I am not gay!" He even stamped his foot in childish emphasis.

"Sure you're not." Murata waggled his eyebrows. "That's why you love hot dogs so much."

"That has nothing to do with this." Even though he said that, Yuuri stared sadly at his now unappealing hot dog.

Grinning, Murata took a large bite of his own. "Who cares as long as it tastes good?"

Yuuri made a face. "Are you still talking about being gay?"

"Who knows." Murata enjoyed his look of annoyance as he happily finished the rest of his hot dog.

"Remember, we're telling people I'm bi." There was a pause before Yuuri continued. "What about you?"

The players began to find their places on the field.

Murata shrugged. "I don't care what you tell them."

"Huh?" Yuuri latched onto Murata's arm, dropping the popcorn in his hand in the process. "But you're always hitting on girls.

"Won't change anything. Like I said before, some people are into that sort of thing." And it wouldn't be a lie. He was at least half gay, and if things worked out the way he planned, his gay side was all he had to worry about.

Yuuri shuddered. "You really are on a whole other level."

If only he knew.

The game began, officially ending their conversation. It was enjoyable, but Murata found watching Yuuri more enjoyable. He was so into the game. His eyes tailed the ball and each player. With every hit, his eyes widened and with every home run, he would shout in joy. When the opposing team (who Yuuri referred to as good for nothing wannabes) won a point, he would grumble under his breath.

As amusing as watching his friend was, Murata was still beginning to lose interest a few hours into the game. The hosts seemed to foresee this, though, because light, romantic music began to blare from the huge display screen. A beautiful woman in a tight dress appeared on the screen.

"We sure hope each and every one of you are enjoying yourselves to the fullest! We know it can be hard to pay attention for such a long time, we decided to liven things up a bit! As a sign of our appreciation, we thought we could showcase all our lovely couples out here today." The woman pointed around the stadium. "Don't be shy! Raise your hand if you're here with your special someone!"

Murata's hand flew up in an instant. Yuuri hissed, immediately trying to pull his hand back down.

A drone zoomed toward them, displaying both of their faces on the huge display screen.

"Who do we have here, ladies and gentlemen? It appears to be a couple of school kids taking the day off to come here of all places. And they are both men! What a bold show of affection. Would you mind showing our audience a bit more of that emotion?"

Yuuri was frozen like a deer caught in headlights. He didn’t even look Murata’s way, which left this decision up to him. The audience began chanting the word kiss until it became a deafening roar. Murata had to do something to maintain their cover, but he also couldn’t just kiss Yuuri while he was off-guard. Well, he could (and fully enjoy it for that matter), but he’d definitely lose any chance of dating him for real if he did.

Leaning down, Murata pressed a soft kiss to Yuuri’s forehead. Yuuri touched the spot where his lips had been. He finally looked at him but didn’t say anything. There were shouts from the audience. Murata couldn’t really make anything out past the thundering applause.

The woman spoke up again. “Aw,” she cooed. “It looks like they were a bit embarrassed. How sweet! Do we have anyone out there feeling a bit bolder?”

More people raised their hands and the audience’s attention was thankfully diverted away from them.

Yuuri was still touching his forehead.

Murata waved his hand in front of his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he answered in a distant voice. He didn’t sound upset but he also didn’t sound normal. Murata wondered what was going on inside his head.

Grinning, Murata pretended to take a sip out of his empty cup and pointed toward the field. “Look, the game’s about to restart.”

The next day, girls from their class flocked Murata as soon as he pulled his bicycle up to the school. He chuckled to himself that this was of course the best way to get a woman’s attention.

“Is it true that you and Shibuya are dating?” asked Yui, a girl with short brown hair.

“Yeah!” piped up another girl, Fumi. “I saw you two on TV when I was flipping through the channels. That kiss was so cute!”

“Thank you. And yes, we are dating.”

The girls squealed in unison. “I can’t believe it! You make such a cute couple!”

A girl with a pink ribbon in her hair named Ayo put her finger to her chin. “I always guessed that Shibuya was gay.”

Murata was equally amused and annoyed by that statement. It was true that Yuuri wore himself more on his sleeve than he thought, but it also wasn’t right for them to be stereotypical or think they know someone that they really don’t. Of course, Murata was also assuming Yuuri’s sexuality, but he actually knew Yuuri, unlike them.

He put on a fake smile, one that clearly conveyed that he wasn’t actually happy. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t call my boyfriend gay,” he said in a stiff voice.

Ayo whined. “Why not? It’s true.”

“Because you shouldn’t assume someone’s sexuality. Why don’t you ask him directly before putting labels on him.”

Ayo glared and put a hand on her hip. “What else could he be if he’s dating you?”

“He could be quite a few things, actually,” he answered in a gloating tone. One thing he disliked about living on Earth when he had memories of living in Shinma was that people’s mindsets were drastically different. In Shinma, hardly anyone would even care what Yuuri’s sexuality was. “He could be bisexual, pansexual, polysexual, demisexual, graysexual, omnisexual, asexual, or even some other more specific labels.”

All of the girls stared at him as if he had grown a second head. It was extremely satisfying.

Ayo’s mouth had fallen open, but she didn’t seem to like being targeted for her assumption. “What are you, then?” she asked, crossing her arms defensively.

Murata grinned. “I prefer the term bisexual.”

She looked at least mildly surprised. "So, what? You'd date me as easily as him?" she asked.

Murata grinned wider. "I chose Shibuya because I have standards."

Ayo huffed. "Stop insulting me."

"Stop poking your nose into other people's business then."

The other girls looked hesitant. Then Fumi put her hands on Ayo’s shoulder in an attempt to get her to continue walking. “Come on, we’re going to be late for class.”

“Yeah, we should probably get going,” another girl said.

Ayo eyed Murata with dislike. “Fine.” Without another word, she stormed off. The other girls followed after her at a slower pace.

When they were gone, Murata let out a sigh. If Ayo was already being this annoying, then maybe Yuuri did have something to worry about. But still, Murata didn’t care about their classmates. If they got hate, so be it. Yuuri was much more important to him. He wasn’t sure if Yuuri felt the same, though.

He entered their homeroom class to find Yuuri already seated and surrounded by their classmates. They were all throwing questions at Yuuri who was looking at Murata desperately for help. It was only right to support his boyfriend in his time of need, so Murata saunted straight up to the crowd of students.

“Hi. I’d like to take my seat, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh,” a boy said, moving out of the way in front of his seat.

“Murata!” a girl cried. “How long have the two of you been dating?”

Murata took his seat. “For about two days.”

“Oh my god!” a couple of girls shrieked.

It was really comical how big of a deal everyone was making this.

“I appreciate all of your enthusiasm," he smiled at the group, "but class will begin shortly."

The girl who had shrieked tugged at a strand of her hair, looking embarrassed. "Oh, right. We'll get scolded if we disrupt class."

Yuuri sagged in his seat once the group disbanded. "Thanks," he sighed.

Murata grinned and leaned in toward him. "Anything for my boyfriend ."

“Stop it!” Yuuri exclaimed, totally red in the face.

“Why? Are you embarrassed?”

Yuuri groaned. “Of course I am. Everyone is making it into a huge deal. This was a terrible idea.”

Murata frowned. If Yuuri really hated it, then he really never had a chance. “We can break up right now, if you hate it so much.”

Perhaps Murata wasn’t as good at hiding his emotions as he thought because Yuuri looked conflicted. “No, that would definitely interfere with class. Besides, that would let all the girls down.”

Of course, Yuuri couldn’t be perceptive enough to notice how Murata was feeling. “So, what do you want to do?” he asked.

Yuuri fidgeted. “Keep playing along at least until next week.”

“Okay,” Murata said with finality. “Then we have to go on another date.”

“W-why?”

Murata smiled. “We have to keep up the ruse, don’t we?”

Yuuri twiddled his fingers. “I guess so…”

“Let’s go to a movie tonight. That new romcom came out for Valentine's Day."

Yuuri gave him a questioning look. "You want to see a romance together?"

Murata shrugged. "Who doesn't like a good romcom? What? Are you worried it will create too much atmosphere?"

Yuuri's eyes widened. "O-of course not. It's just a pretend date, after all."

"Right. So, there's nothing to worry about."

Yuuri looked like he wanted to say something else, but that was when their teacher decided to walk into the room. He carried a giant stack of papers and a frown.

“It appears that you are all living the romantic dream.” The teacher slammed the papers down on his desk. “Every single–excuse me, not single–one of you had an excuse to not come in yesterday.” He surveyed the entire class. “If I find out any of you lied, a very long detention will have your name on it.”

Yuuri flinched at his words. Noticing, Murata put his hand over his. Yuuri glanced his way, but Murata just smiled at their teacher.

Shockingly, Yuuri actually showed up to their date wearing a decent outfit. Light jeans and a green t-shirt with the words c'est la vie across the front. Murata had once again put in that extra effort. He was also wearing jeans, but his own shirt was a nice red button-down.

They bought their tickets and headed over to the concessions. “What do you want?” Murata asked.

Yuuri fingered the bottom of his shirt. “I don’t have any other money. I already had to beg my dad for enough to get in.”

What a nice coincidence. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “My treat.”

He ordered them the largest size popcorn, two soft drinks, and a package of kinoko no yama to share. Yuuri’s brow creased slightly at the sight of the candies.

“We didn’t have any chocolate yesterday,” Murata explained.

“Yeah, but…” Yuuri trailed off, inspecting one of the tiny mushrooms closely. “Aren’t these kind of improper given we’re, uh, on a date?”

Murata chuckled. As he had hoped, Yuuri also thought they appeared phallic. “I’d say they are entirely appropriate. Tossing one of the chocolate candies into his mouth, Murata made a point of moaning at the pleasant taste. Then, he set perceptive eyes on his friend. “It isn’t like this will turn you gay, Shibuya.”

Yuuri gulped. “I know, but…” He rolled the mushroom in his palm before putting it into his mouth. Cringing the entire time, he chewed it.

“Delicious, isn’t it?” Murata grinned, hoping that Yuuri understood that he wasn’t only talking about candy right now.

The boy seemed more perceptive than usual because his gaze shifted uncomfortably. “Let’s just find our seats.”

The showing room was packed, but they managed to find two open seats near the back. Yuuri was silent as they waited for the movie to start. As soon as the lights faded, Murata carefully draped his arm over his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” Yuuri hissed.

“It’s a date, remember? Think of it as practice.” He could feel his friend shrug beneath his hand.

The movie was funny, and Murata took advantage of the humor to lean closer to Yuuri each time he laughed. By the end, when the couple finally admitted to the feelings they had been harboring for the other, Murata could feel his chest warm. This was so nice. Being this close to Yuuri, having him beside him and under his touch. If only Yuuri would feel the same for him so that he could do this all the time.

They parted ways soon after the movie ended. Murata hadn’t wanted to head home, especially since no one was waiting for him there, but he didn’t want to push things too far. He’d rather enjoy his limited time with Yuuri than start something he wouldn’t like the end to.

Things continued in a similar fashion. Eventually, their classmates settled down and mostly left them alone. He and Yuuri casually kept up the charade, and Murata was able to convince him to go on several more dates. Nothing actually seemed to be progressing, though.

It would be disheartening if he had actually gotten his hopes up. This was Yuuri after all. He wouldn’t be surprised if Yuuri didn’t have feelings for him, was so internally homophobic that he couldn’t admit it, or that Yuuri was so in denial that he couldn’t even tell whatsoever. If only Murata could figure out which it was, then he would at least know how to move forward. As things stood, he was left unsure whether or not it was worth it to keep up the ruse.

As nice as it was to touch him without it seeming weird, he was constantly reminded that Yuuri wasn’t as happy about the contact. Yuuri was constantly on edge, either from discomfort, internal conflict, or both. Murata was the one putting in all the effort to push things along, and at the end of each unprogressing day, Murata was left wondering if it was worth the effort.

If he gave up, at least he could relax and try to move past his feelings. Then Yuuri could do as he pleased and date some girl like he said he wanted. Although, Murata doubted that would ever happen. No, Murata was sure that he would end up having to be the one to play matchmaker for him, and Murata wasn’t ready for that.

So, continue the ruse he did.

The longer he kept it up, the more frustrated he became, though. Maybe what Yuuri needed was an outside source.

Murata made sure to dress up as nicely as possible for this date even though they were just going to the arcade. He wore the nicest outfit he could without wearing a suit. He knocked on the door, which was answered by Jennifer as he had anticipated.

“Oh, Ken!” she squealed, putting her hands together. “You look so handsome! Are you here for Yu-chan?”

Murata smiled. “You look nice as well, Mama Jennifer.”

She giggled and moved aside so that he could enter their home. “Yu-chan!” she called. “Ken-chan is here!”

“What could you be doing dressed so well?”

“Actually, Mama,” took a seat on the sofa, “I’m taking Yuuri on a date.”

“What?” she yelled so loudly he could hear it reverberate in his ear afterward. Rushing over to the sofa, she sat down beside him and took his hands. “Are you really dating?”

Murata smiled and nodded. “Yes, although…he’s being a bit difficult.”

Jennifer bit her lip, looking thoughtful. “I can’t say I’m surprised. He’s always been so “normal.” Is there anything I can do?”

“I’m not sure. I’m hoping he just needs a kick in the right direction.”

Smirking, Jennifer stood up. “A mother’s pep talk, then?” Without waiting for a response, she marched up the stairs.

Murata waited. He couldn’t hear their conversation, but he could hear muffled voices and a few yelps from Yuuri. Finally, his friend descended the stairs alone. Sheepish, he came over slowly and sat down in a chair.

“You told my mom,” he accused lightly.

“I’m getting sick of this game, Shibuya.”

Yuuri gulped and fiddled with the chair cushion. “Pretending?”

“Pretending not to.”

Yuuri’s eyes snapped up to meet his. There was fear there. He looked like a kid only now realizing that the car he was riding in was real instead of plastic and glue. “What?”

Good. If they were going to crash, it wasn’t fair for only Murata to get hurt from the impact. “I’m sick of pretending that I haven’t meant everything I’ve done or said.”

“You can’t mean–”

“Yes, I do, and I’m sick of not knowing which playing field you are on.”

“Huh?” Yuuri rubbed his wrist. “I’m straight!”

Murata glared. “I don't think anyone buys that delusion of yours. Tell me. Why haven’t you ever dated a girl?”

“Because…i haven’t met the right person yet,” Yuuri fumbled.

Murata wasn’t convinced. “Or you have but are too scared to admit it. You also said perso, not girl.”

Yuuri's eyes widened in response to the strike at his identy. “But…”

“Why haven’t you broken up with me?”

“We aren’t dating!” Yuuri insisted.

“Everyone else would disagree. Mama is ecstatic.”

“Our teacher said–”

Murata lowered his voice, finished with playing nice. “Would you marry someone to get out of detention?”

Yuuri jolted. “Marriage? It’s not like we’re marrying each other.”

“So what?” Murata snapped. “You just want to keep this up forever? You'll never get a girlfriend that way. But I guess you wouldn’t ever get one anyway.”

Yuuri looked taken aback by his real anger and reached out his hand. “Murata–”

“What am I to you, Shibuya?”

“My friend,” Yuuri answered somewhat uncertainty.

Murata heaved a breath. “Okay. Would you say that I’m your best friend?”

“Yes,” Yuuri answered immediately.

Murata relaxed a bit at that. “How did you feel on our dates? Were you uncomfortable?”

“S–sometimes.”

“When and why?”

“When you…touched me.”

Murata waited for him to explain, but he didn’t. “Because you hated it or because you liked it?”

“I…” Murata could see the wheels spinning in Yuuri’s head. “I guess it was nice.”

That was progress, but Murata wasn’t about to give up yet. “Because I was the one doing it?” he pressed.

“I guess?”

Murata sighed at the questioning response. “What about now?” He went over to his friend and cupped his cheek. “How do you feel now?”

Yuuri seemed to pulse with something. “I’m…scared I guess.”

“Scared of what?”

“Of…of myself!” he shouted, the words popping out of him.

Murata stared directly in his eyes, willing him to meet his gaze honestly. “What are you afraid you’ll do?”

Yuuri struggled under his gaze. His eyes shifted but couldn’t focus anywhere else. His hands moved, but eventually it was too much for the boy and he shot forward into an awkward, painful kiss. Their teeth hit together and Murata’s glasses titled halfway off his face as Yuuri’s face smacked into them.

It hurt, but still, Murata couldn’t help but laugh as the tension broke between them. After fixing his glasses, he rubbed over his lip. “Really, Shibuya? It’s like you’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Yuuri looked pitifully embarrassed. His face bent down. “Obviously, I haven’t! Stop laughing!”

Murata let out a few more chuckles before cupping Yuuri’s face again. He remet his gaze. “Let me show you.”

He kissed him this time, moving in slower and gentler. Their lips moved slightly over each other. Yuuri’s movements were hesitant, and Murata was fine letting him remain at that inexperienced level for now. It wasn’t like Murata himself had ever kissed anyone either; he just lucked out by having memories of doing so.

Yuuri looked a bit dazed when they pulled apart. “That was better than I expected.”

“See? You didn’t burst into flame from kissing another guy,” Murata joked. “Although,” he said, plastering a smirk on his face, “I’m sure I could cause that if you want.”

Yuuri shoved at his shoulder. “Stop that! Are you really such a flirt?”

Murata’s smirk turned more sincere. “I don’t know. It depends on whether you like the flirting or not.”

“I…I don’t know.” It was a surprisingly honest response.

Murata let the smirk fall completely, smiling kindly instead. “We should find out, then.”

“I guess…This is weird. Are we actually dating now? But we still can’t tell anyone because we were already sort of dating.”

Murata shrugged. “It’s not like they need to know. But think of it this way, now we can celebrate two anniversaries.”

Yuuri blanched. “You’re already thinking that far ahead?”

“Who knows what will happen, but it’s better to look on the bright side, right?”

“I guess so. I'm sure my mom is up there planning a wedding.” Yuuri hesitantly took his hand in his and inspected the image it made. “This feels…weird.”

“I’m sure you'll get used to it.”

Yuuri was silent for a long time. “Yeah.”

Murata nudged their foreheads together. “Oh, yeah. Shibuya, if it wasn't clear, I like you.”

“Ah!” Yuuri yelped. Then he closed his eyes and took a breath. “I guess like you, too, Murata,” he said quietly.

Murata squeezed his hand. It would take Yuuri a while to get used to things, but Murata could work with that. He was nothing if not resourceful.

#kkm #kyou kara maoh #murayuu #murata x yuuri #yuuri shibuya #murata ken #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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Imagine the Ember Island Players creating a romance between you and Zuko which hits a little too close to home

You sat beside Katara and noticed how Zuko sat on the other side of her. Aang faltered, obviously wanting to sit there and you smirked as Zuko obliviously missed Aang’s look. Zuko had been with the group a few weeks now but his social skills still weren’t very good and you found it made for some very interesting interactions. His attempt at telling jokes alone made you smile every time you saw him for a full week afterwards and you found Zuko did a lot of things that amused you but apparently not so much the others. “I was going to sit there” Aang whined and Zuko shrugged “so? Just sit next to me”. Aang pouted and you laughed to yourself “here” you said standing up “take my seat Aang” and you moved so he could sit beside Katara. Katara was oblivious and you sat on the other side of Zuko chuckling at Aang’s blush. “What was that all about?” Zuko asked and you smiled “ow nothing you just almost ruined Aang’s evening”. Zuko frowned and went to ask what you meant when the lights dimmed so you knocked his arm shaking your head “i’ll tell you later now shhh”. Zuko folded his arm huffily but stopped talking. The play was wonderfully awful. As you hadn’t joined the gang straight away you knew you had time to just enjoy the first few acts and make fun of the way they portrayed all your friends. Plus what could they do to your character? You didn’t have any old flames like Katara or Sokka and you didn’t have an emotional backstory like Zuko or Aang. So you relaxed arms spread over the back of the bench and waited for *yourself* to make an appearance.

The second your actress walked on stage you knew it wouldn’t be good. They had your character all wrong! Your actress flirted with everyone and acted like a lovesick idiot. You didn’t think it could get much worse and then your character met Zuko’s.

“I’ll save you from the pirates” Zuko’s character purred to yours and you spluttered. “That...that wasn’t even me! That was Katara!” you whispered angrily. You looked to Zuko for confirmation who nodded “yeah I didn’t say that to you...and I certainly didn’t tie you up while staring at you like that”. “And I did not flirt with you like that either”. You both glared as your characters bonded and they actually invented Zuko letting you go voluntarily. As Zuko’s character stared off into the distance and said your name you heard Sokka and Suki wheezing from laughter while you simmered with anger and embarrassment. “I didn’t do that!” Zuko cried and you saw he was blushing vividly. That made you blush too and crossed your arms tightly “they better not stick with this theme”.

Of course they did. By the time act 3 had ended you and Zuko were living a star crossed lovers lifestyle in Ba Sing Sei. They again got you mixed up with Katara and said Azula kidnapped you to lure Zuko to the Earth King’s palace. The act ended with Zuko charging in to save you, offering his own life in exchange for yours, but Azula outmanoeuvred him and arrested him too. As the lights went up for intermission you and Zuko paused before exploding.

“That never even happened!”.

“I knew he was in Ba Sing Sei but we never went on a date”.

“Yeah that was a different girl”.

“And you did not fight with Jet over me”.

“I didn’t even know you knew Jet!” Zuko agreed and you both paused for air.

The gang all looked at each other before bursting into laughter. “What is so funny?” you cried and Sokka smiled. “We all know none of that stuff happened, we were there too remember?”. “Yeah so...can’t we rant?” you asked. “Well yeah but why get so mad about it? Are you trying to convince us or yourselves that the idea the two you flirted is so impossible?”. You and Zuko exploded again at the thought and Sokka and the others burst into laughter again. “All i’m saying is this is a lot of emotion to come from nowhere” Sokka smiled “now i’m going backstage so yell at each other or something” and he disappeared with Suki. Katara and Toph left for snacks and Aang went to the toilet leaving the two of you alone. “But i mean it is ridiculous” you muttered and Zuko nodded “utterly ridiculous”. “Sure we ended up together a few times” you shrugged “but that was completely by chance, it wasn’t like you were hyper-aware of me or vice versa”. “Yeah not at all” Zuko agreed but he wasn’t looking you in the eye for some reason. You stared at him confused and noticed his neck looked slightly red as if he was blushing. “Wait did you?” you asked suddenly “notice me more?”. Zuko looked up and he was indeed blushing deeply “what I....of course not! I never...I mean I did learn your name before anyone else’s but that’s because we spent that time together when I helped the pirates kidnap you and you wouldn’t shut up the whole night”. “Then why are you blushing so much?” you asked and Zuko shrugged “I don’t know I...it’s just them insinuating I like you. I’ve had it a lot”. “You have?” you asked amazed and Zuko nodded “when my uncle heard you’d seen me in Ba Sing Sei and that we’d reached a deal not to tell on one another he had this annoying smirk like i’d done it for any other reason besides the fact it was mutually beneficial. Then when I went back home Azula made it seem like me and you had a thing and Mai got jealous and started asking about you and I had to explain all our interactions and it was very awkward...she wanted me to reassure her by putting you down and making the idea seem impossible but I must have failed because she didn’t believe me. So I guess that’s why it makes me feel weird, everyone keeps telling me I act differently with you and I suppose I do but I have no idea if that’s because everyone keeps saying it or if I always have”. You nodded your head but were unsure what to say. “Well which one do you think it is?” you asked eventually and Zuko paused “what?”. “If you had to guess, would you say you act differently around me because of what people say about us or have you just always acted that way”. Zuko thought, staring at the ground and basically anywhere but at you, “i’m not sure but I guess maybe the second? They must have got it from somewhere I suppose”. “The second?” you asked surprised and Zuko’s blush returned vividly “I’m only guessing, I honestly don’t know”. You nodded your head and went to speak when the others returned which stopped you right in your tracks.

The second half of the play began of course with you and Zuko reuniting in the prison under Ba Sing Sei. You and Zuko did end up there together but you definitely did less staring at one another. You rolled your eyes as your characters began to passionately speak to one another stepping closer and closer. They finally reached one another and you laughed when your character began yelling at Zuko’s. “Ha maybe they got some things right!” you whispered to Zuko who nodded “you did yell at me a lot”. You smirked and went to apologise when Zuko’s character kissed yours. You and Zuko abruptly shot away from each other. “That is not even close to what happened!” you cried at the others who were all laughing. Zuko nodded “this is just slander! They didn’t even bother to try to get our characters right and anyone with half a brain would realise that!”. Someone shushed Zuko and he glared “shush yourself” he cried before storming from the room. He didn’t return for the rest of the play and honestly you thought that was probably wise. It got worse and worse. They still kept in Zuko’s betrayal of Iroh but changed it making you at the centre of Zuko’s struggle. He chose the crown and they made you react dramatically (even getting a love ballad moment). They then skipped forwards to Zuko at the palace, who got his own song when he realised he’d made the wrong choice. Your characters reunited not long after and promptly confessed their love for one another. Then you were both murdered by Ozai very much in line with the tragic forbidden lovers style.

“I mean I’m just glad she’s dead” you shrugged on your way out “anything to end that romance”. The others smirked when Aang paused “do you think Zuko went back home to the villa?” looking around for the angry fire prince. “No he knows we don’t know this place well, he’s probably just sat outside somewhere” you replied looking around but you couldn’t see him brooding anywhere either. When you walked out the front door and still didn’t spot him Aang frowned “okay everyone split up and look for him, meet back here in five minutes”.

You returned five minutes later to see Katara, Suki, Sokka and Toph all hadn’t found him either. “I wonder where he is” Katara frowned and you shrugged “he’ll be fine, that boy has nine lives”. “He didn’t in that play” Toph commented and you nodded. “True but that play was a mess and there’s one thing I still can’t get over. Zuko said his family and friends thought he liked me that’s where his side of this rumour started but in the play they acted like I encouraged him! Where on earth did they get that idea?”. The group all went quiet and you paused “what?”. “Well...I mean you kinda do encourage him” Sokka frowned and your jaw dropped “I DO NOT! When have I ever...”. “When we got kidnapped by the pirates you teased Zuko constantly and refused to be quiet until he spoke to you” Katara pointed out. “Yes but that was to annoy him not flirt with him!”. “Okay how about when June asked if you were his girlfriend and you replied he wishes instead of no?”. “I was joking” you shrugged and Toph smirked “or how about when I was sneaking out to see Zuko at the Western Air Temple and found you already on your way to see him? What were you popping in to see Zuko for huh y/n? Nice date by the campfire?”. “I was doing the same thing as you! I was going to see if he would tell the truth and given that I knew him best I thought I....”. The gang all erupted and you paused “what?”. “You know him best?” Sokka asked smirking and you nodded “that doesn’t mean anything it’s a fact”. “Ow is it?” Sokka asked and you nodded “It is! Fine if I don’t know him best what was his fake name in Ba Sing Sei?”. Everyone went quiet and you nodded “or how about how long ago he was banished from the fire nation? Better yet just tell me his parent’s names!” you cried. When nobody replied you smirked folding your arms victoriously “told you I know him best”. “Yeah you’ve definitely proved how much you know about Zuko” Suki smirked looking past you. You frowned before you heard someone behind you. You turned to see Aang had found Zuko and by the look on his face he’d heard everything. You blushed and looked down “Zuko we were...”. “Having a competition to see who knows me best?” Zuko asked mildly amused and you paused “well sort of...Sokka started it”. “No I didn’t” Sokka retorted “you declared you knew Zuko the best and when I asked if you were sure you started spouting your favourite facts about him”. “They’re not my favourite facts about him” you snapped and Sokka’s smirk just grew “whatever y/n” and he turned leading the way home. The others all followed and purposefully made it so you and Zuko were at the back. “Why were you talking about me anyway?” Zuko asked and you paused “ow nothing I was just er...trying to work out why the Ember Island Players thought I had a thing for you but the gang was not helpful”. “They couldn’t think of a reason?” Zuko asked innocently and you frowned “no they could actually think of lots of reasons, it appears similar to your family they were also under the impression I held a flame for you as it were”. “Ow really?” Zuko asked. He kept his voice flat but you could swear he was smirking slightly. “Stop enjoying this” you whined pushing him “it’s not funny, it’s embarrassing”. “Liking me is embarrassing?” Zuko asked and you paused “no I didn’t mean that, I just meant having all your friends claim you like someone when you can’t see it”. “You really can’t see where they’re coming from?” Zuko asked and you shook your head “nope not at all”. Zuko looked away and you frowned “I saw that, what did that look mean?”. “Nothing...” Zuko trailed off but you sighed grabbing him by the arm to make him look at you “I’m sick of everyone saying things about me for once just say it to my face!”. Zuko sighed “fine, I just think i’ve been honest with you but you’re not being honest with yourself”. “Not being honest?”. Zuko nodded “Yes, I admitted I could see where my family were coming from and how the rumours started but you’re acting as if they plucked them out of thin air!”. “Well maybe they did! I don’t see how any of our interactions could be interpreted as romantic”. Zuko didn’t look convinced. “You don’t think there’s some truth to what the Ember Island Players said? That maybe there is something here?” Zuko asked gesturing to the small gap between you. “No of course not! Do you?”. “No” Zuko yelled back and you nodded “fine! You are the most infuriating...” you started when Zuko grabbed you kissing you. You initially tensed at the sensation but soon melted into it. Zuko seemed to be trying to prove a point by kissing you passionately and not wanting him to win you kissed him back matching his intensity. Finally Zuko pulled away for air and stared at you “still not want to admit there’s something here?”. You stared at Zuko torn between admitting he was right and your pride. You were annoyed, frustrated, excited and exhilarated all at once. You were breathing rapidly, your cheeks bright red as were Zuko’s and neither of you made to move away. “I...” you started eventually “that was a good kiss”. Zuko nodded, his frustration melting away “it was, I enjoyed it...I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to kiss you for a while now”. “You have?” you asked and Zuko nodded “as annoying as it is to admit my family and friends were right, I like you and I have for a while”. You smiled despite yourself at how adorable Zuko looked all bashful and embarrassed. “I tried ignoring it for a while but then when I joined the group your friends all saw it straight away. Then tonight...the play was bad but I was frustrated that everyone seemed to see it apart from you the person I actually wanted to see it...you”. You looked down wondering how to reply “I’m sorry I bet that was really frustrating”. Zuko nodded “It was and I figured this was just one-sided but that...did you feel it too?”. Zuko looked so unsure and unlike himself it was endearing and gave you confidence. “Yes” you said shakily “after that kiss I can tell you it is definitely not one-sided. I like you too Zuko and probably have since the start”. “Probably?” Zuko asked and you sighed “I’m not good with my emotions, I can be oblivious to them so I can’t with certainty tell you it’s been going on as long as the play made it out to be but I know I like you. Right now in this moment...I hope that’s enough, I know it’s a shit confession and you probably wanted something more solid but I...”. Zuko began laughing and you paused “what’s so funny?”. “Something more solid? Y/n I’m on the run from the Firelord who is my father, my sister is hunting me to kill me and I could very likely be imprisoned for the rest of my life if Aang fails and that’s if i’m lucky...I’m not even sure if I have a future so trust me all I need is the present. To know in this moment right here you like me back” Zuko blushed but he stepped closer and took your hands “that’s more than enough for me”. “It is?” you asked and Zuko nodded “yes and if by some chance it becomes more long-term I’ll be very happy but for now I just want to enjoy this time with you”. You smiled and leant in to kiss Zuko again when someone coughed. “Hey what are you two doing?” Sokka called. Apparently the others had finally realised the two of you were no longer with the group and walked back to find the two of you as you currently were. Luckily it was dark so you moved away from Zuko but still held his hand. “Yeah we thought you’d gotten lost are you okay?” Katara called. Zuko sighed and you smirked at his expression. “We’re fine” you smiled “we were just talking and Zuko’s going to show me this beach he went to a lot as a kid”. Zuko’s eyes shot up to yours and he smiled. “You are?” Aang asked and Zuko nodded “yep, it’s not far from here so we won’t be long. You guys head back to the villa and we’ll meet you there” and with that Zuko tugged you away from the others. You smiled at Zuko and he smiled back at you “quick thinking, I didn’t think we’d get out of there so easily”. “You can thank me later” you replied when you heard Sokka gasp “wait are they holding hands? Y/n are you holding hands?”. “Run!” Zuko cried and you laughed but did as he said. You kept running even after Sokka’s voice trailed off and only stopped when you reached a sandy beach. You both collapsed on the ground and you turned to look at Zuko “did you know this was here or did you get lucky?”. “Totally the former” he smiled and you shook your head “you’re lucky I like you”. “I really am” Zuko agreed and he stared at your face tenderly. His fingers brushed your cheek and you smiled “what are you waiting for?”. “I have no idea” Zuko admitted and he leant in to reclaim the lost kiss from earlier. This time you weren’t interrupted.

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rendevousz · 4 years ago

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the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

#avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #bucky barnes x teen!reader #sam wilson x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #wanda maximoff x teen!reader #clint barton x teen!reader #bruce banner x teen!reader #marvel x teen!reader #peter parker x reader #thor odinson x teen!reader

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sukunasweetheart · 3 years ago

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A better way to enjoy chocolate.

Pretty much just reader trying to give Sukuna some chocolates on Valentines. Highschool AU, gender-neutral reader, SFW content

Sukuna looks at the pile of boxed chocolates, seemingly unphased. Everyone peers to look. “Uwah! You got so much this year!” Yuuji exclaims. “Ridiculous.” He sighs, shoving all of them into a disposable plastic bag. “It’s actually pretty amazing how you went out of your way to bring your own plastic bag for this. You were expecting this, weren’t you? Pretentious bastard,” Nobara adds. “Well, it does happen every year,” Megumi says as he casually scrolls through his phone.

Megumi's the first one to leave for class and Nobara and Yuuji follow after him. You look at the daunting bag of chocolates Sukuna holds in his hand and gulps. “Do you like chocolate, Sukuna?” You ask him carefully. “...Not particularly. I don’t like sweet things. But if I throw these out, that idiot’ll never stop yapping about it. Something about going to hell if you waste food. So annoying,” he clicks his tongue. You offer a laugh at his brutal honesty, quietly regretting your own chocolates that you had made to give him today.

The two of you were dating anyway, so it wasn’t exactly necessary, right? Sukuna discreetly gives you a side glance, but you don’t notice it.

Morning classes passed by without much happening, and it soon became lunch. You watch as a classmate approaches Sukuna at his desk and holds her own homemade chocolate out towards him. “Hey. I just wanted to give you this. No feelings involved though, so don’t worry about it,” she tells him. This was obviously said for you to hear, since there was almost nobody in this school who didn’t know of his relationship with you (Sukuna is notorious for just as many reasons as Yuuji is...maybe a little more towards the sinister side of things). This apparently didn’t stop people from trying though, unfortunately. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t feel the least bothered by this. Sukuna looks at her lazily, and just gestures towards the bulging plastic bag that lay beside his desk. The class atmosphere freezes up a little as everyone looks over. S-So cold…! They all thought in unison.

However, the girl just gives a small chuckle as if she had been expecting such a reaction and just added hers onto the pile before going back to her own group of friends. “What a cruel guy,” Nobara gives Sukuna a look of distaste. He shrugs in response and proceeds to yawn. “Now, now…” You naturally take the role of the peacemaker, simultaneously thinking about what you should do with your chocolates. You had actually made four small bags, one for each of your friends. They were wrapped in clear plastic sleeves, tied up with a ribbon on top. Except, Sukuna’s one is...

Yuuji and Megumi both stroll in through the classroom door. “Yo~! We came to visit. Let’s eat lunch here today!” He says cheerfully. The two of them take the empty seats of the students who went to the cafeteria to eat. You couldn’t give the chocolates to Sukuna in front of them. Then you’d have to give him his as well - or else it'd feel like you were excluding him. Guess I'll just give it to them later on, privately.

“And? Where’s our choco, Y/N?” Nobara cheekily grins at you. You freeze up, mind giving you a throwback to the memories of last night when you had told her of your plans in advance. Silent panic echoes in your mind. “I-It’s,” You feel Sukuna’s gaze shift onto you, “...In my bag!” You hurriedly rummage your bag and pull out the three bags, making sure to avoid eye contact. “I made one for all three of you…” You say, avoiding eye contact with him. “Eh? You made one for us too?” Yuuji asks, wide-eyed. “Yeah. I thought I’d give it a try this year.” You hand them all over. “Thanks, Y/N!” Yuuji immediately opens it and plops one into his mouth. “It’s good!” Megumi also gives you a thanks but puts it to the side for now, wanting to finish his lunch first. Nobara gives you a questioning look. “What about Sukuna?” “Eh? Ah, I... kind of figured he didn’t like sweets so,” you turn to face him. “Sorry, Sukuna. Should I have made you some as well? I wasn’t sure if couples who were already dating gave chocolates on Valentines.” It’s a painful lie, but you manage to say it. “...No. I don't really care.” He looks entirely unaffected. It kind of hurt in its own way, but you ignore it and sigh out of relief for now. It was way too embarrassing to give it to him in front of the group. But now that you've said such a lie, you don't think you’ll be able to give it to him at all anymore. There was a bit of an awkward silence momentarily, but Yuuji being Yuuji - naturally carried the group's conversation elsewhere.

A few minutes later, Sukuna stands up to go to the toilet. Whilst Yuuji and Megumi are talking about something that you admittedly zoned out on, Nobara snatches up your bag and takes a peek inside. “H-Hey!” You shout-whispered. “...I knew it. You did make them! Why are you-” She stops and notices their shape. “That’s so...cute?” She gives out an amused laugh and quietly puts it back down. You fan at your face, cheeks aching with embarrassment. “Make sure you give them to him. Trust me. I’ll beat him up if he doesn’t appreciate it,” she tells you. “I’ll try…” you say meekly. Unbeknownst to you, Yuuji grins at Megumi upon hearing this and Megumi responds with his own subtle smile.

- The bell rings for the end of school. Sukuna stands and leaves first, telling you that he had something he needed to do after school and that you should go home first. Before you can stop him, he's already left the classroom. “Go after him,” Nobara pushes you, so you hurriedly pack your things up before running out.

More than ten minutes have passed, and you can’t find him. You want to call or text him, but you’re worried that he was in the midst of doing something important. It’s rare of him to stay back at school, after all. You sigh, and tell yourself that you’ll just give up with this year’s one.

Walking out of the school’s entrance, you see Sukuna standing nearby with his usual bored expression, hands in his pockets. He catches sight of you and immediately approaches. “I thought you had something to do at school?” You start to say. “Obviously a lie. What took you so damn long?” He scratches the back of his head in annoyance. “I was looking for you inside! Also why did you lie?” You question him. “Nevermind that. You could have just called...No, that’s not the issue right now. Give.” He suddenly stretches his palm out in front of you. “Eh? Give what?” The thought of the chocolates go right over your head.

“You...the thing that you gave to everyone else except me. I know you have mine. Don’t keep me waiting,” He says, frowning. The realisation hits you like a truck and you give him a helpless smile. “How’d you know…?” You ask, quick to reach into your bag. “How long do you think I’ve known you for? The others probably knew too,” he says nonchalantly. “But I thought you wouldn’t want them...you've gotten so much. And you don’t even like sweets.” You place the bag gently on his palm. “Idiot. We’re dating. There’s no reason to not accept them if you've made some for me.” He gives them a look and grins. “Oh…? Now I understand why you couldn’t give it to me in front of the others.”

Only Sukuna’s chocolates were heart-shaped, when the others' had been circular ones. He’d rather die than admit it, but he thrives on getting this kind of special attention from you. You get flustered and look at your feet. “It’s true that I don’t really like sweets.” He tells you suddenly. “You don’t have to force yourself to eat them-” “But there’s a way of eating them that would make it taste a bit better,” he cuts you off. You were confused as to what he was talking about, and you watched as he opened the bag and popped one of them into his mouth before pulling you in for a kiss.

Your eyes were widened in shock as you barely had the time to register all of this - he was already slipping his tongue into your mouth. One hand on your hip, and the other on the back of your neck, you're so close to his body, getting pulled into his warmth that threatens to melt you, the taste of the chocolate starting to spreading across your taste buds as he's making out with you passionately. Before you know it, you're reciprocating the gesture and kissing him back, your hands rising up, gripping tightly onto his uniform. Chocolate has never tasted any sweeter. You can feel your own body beginning to heat up and you're gradually running out of breath. As your tongue is intertwining with his, the chocolate is getting pushed back and forth, and your desire to get even closer to him is growing, growing, growing.

The last of the chocolate had melted away from the exhilarating temperature the two of you had built up and he finally breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless and gasping for air. You can't tell if this remaining aftertaste that lingered on your tongue was the taste of the chocolate, or the taste of him. Nonetheless, you adore it.

“Much better.” He licks his lips and smirks at you. Still in shock, you lack a response except for your flustered face and your eyes that are now reflecting a glint of lust within. Sukuna hums in satisfaction at this expression of yours and he gently drags his thumb across your lower lip.

“We should do this more often.”

#sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #highschool au #one shot #spicy #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sukuna #sfw #fluff

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ur-urmom · 3 years ago

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after having rewatched twilight and falling back in love with carlisle, i thought it would be nice if my first fanfiction on here was for him!

so that’s exactly what i shall do, write a one shot of him with a reader insert because what else do i have to do, literally nothing

and i’ll try to make all of my fics gender neutral so anyone can read them :)

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Okay, That Hurt - Carlisle x Reader

(Part 2)

Genre - fluff

Warnings - idk maybe some cussing, injuries, age gap

Summary - Y/N has always been clumsy, but when they land themselves in the hospital they only have their clumsiness to thank for meeting a certain doctor that happens to make their heart flutter, and little do they know it might just be a similar situation for him as well

Tick, tock... tick, tock.

I looked at the hanging timepiece resting against the wall in the living room. I needed to leave for work any minute now, and I was seriously debating whether or not I should just call in sick or something because I really did not feel like going today. It’s not like my parents would find out, I get home before them anyway.

“Ugh, fine.” I gave in. After all, I was already up and dressed, and the idea of getting paid was always appealing to me. Grabbing my coat, I stepped outside with my keys in hand. When I locked the door behind me, I saw my neighbor coming out as well.

Bella Swan. I was only a few years older than her, so we happened to become good friends overtime. I waved hello when our eyes met, a gentle smile on my features. I began walking down the steps, but ended up tripping on air or something because the next thing I knew I was struggling to keep my balance. Heading towards the hard concrete, I flung my arms around in hopes to regain my composure, and quickly grabbed hold of the railing to stop myself from going any further. Thankfully, it worked.

Standing back straight, I laughed off my shakiness and embarrassment when I realized that Bella had witnessed literally all of that.

“Haha, phew! That was a close one!” I grinned, my palm making its way to my chest. The girl across the yard from me chuckled, awkwardly looking around before tucking her hair behind her ears.

“Yeah, glad you’re okay.” She responded, clearly amused by my near death experience.

“Indeed I am.” I replied, continuing to walk to my car, finally away from those demonic stairs. Though, it was as if the universe hated me today, because as soon as those words left my mouth I slipped on the wet pavement and went tumbling backwards, airborne and afraid. There was no way I was saving myself this time, my body landed harshly on the ground, my right hand basically bending underneath my arm when I finally met solid earth.

Okay, that hurt.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” I heard Bella run over to me, this time neither of us were laughing.

My eyes were shut tight to keep the tears from falling, and my lips were pursed closed so that way I wouldn’t fucking scream from the pain of my wrist which was most likely very broken right now. I breathed out a long and shaky breath, forcing my eyes open and letting my tears find their way down my cheeks.

“....I’m c-completely fine.” I cried, pushing myself up with my good hand, along with the help of Bella. “Is... is my hand... supposed t-to be dangling like this?” I asked, knowing damn well it was not.

“Let me drive you to the hospital, come on.” She put her arm around mine and pulled me up. I had a few scrapes besides the obviously snapped in half wrist.

“You have school.” The pain was still shooting but if I kept it still it wasn’t so bad. “Really, I’m fine, I’ll drive myself!” I smiled through my puffy eyes and wet face.

“My boyfriend, Edward, his dad is a doctor. I’m taking you to him, okay?” She guided me to her truck and aided in getting me all situated. At this point I wasn’t crying anymore, but you could still definitely tell I had been. “I can’t believe you tried to say you were fine.”

“Well, most of me is.” I sniffled, looking at the swollen part of my injury.

She glanced at me, shaking her head.

“And I thought I was clumsy.” She muttered. I audibly gasped, she knew I was just kidding...

Somewhat.

The rest of the car ride was silent apart from my sniffles and occasional stray tears here and there. My entire arm was throbbing, mostly my hand and wrist though.

Bella pulled into the hospital and found a parking spot, once again helping me out of the vehicle. It’s just a broken wrist, I’m sure I could do these things myself, but then again I was thankful for what she was doing too. Walking inside I had my arm up to my chest, making sure my unusable hand didn’t move even in the slightest otherwise I would be screaming.

After a few minutes of talking to the lady at the front desk, I was finally waiting on the doctor that was apparently my friends boyfriends dad. But like adoptive dad. Bella was sitting on the other hospital bed beside the one I was on, fiddling with her hands and swinging her feet back and forth. She was facing me, so her legs hit mine. I gently returned the kick, and then another, and another. We were giggling, fighting with our feet to pass the time. The door across the hall opened and closed, but we just assumed it was a nurse or a patient, both of our eyes were still locked on the actions at hand, or should I say foot.

Our laughter kept us from hearing the footsteps, so when another pair of shoes stepped into our eyesight we immediately came to a stop.

“Carlisle, hi.” Bella awkwardly greeted.

My eyes made their way to the man in front of us, and I felt my heartbeat quicken at how attractive he was. I gulped. His lips pulled upward in a smile, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. Not just his looks but his aura as well.

“Bella, it seems like you two were having fun? It’s nice to see you can still do that in a hospital.” He turned towards me, and as soon as we made eye contact I swear my breath haltered. His eyes were so captivating and they were the most golden hue, i was afraid I wasn’t gonna be able to look away. “You must be Y/N! I’m Dr. Carlisle Cullen, my chart says you think you broke your wrist? Let me have a look, if you will?”

I nodded my head, holding my arm out for him to take. His skin touched mine and I almost gasped at how cold he was, not that I minded... it felt rather electrifying. He began to straighten my hand out, which definitely had me wincing.

“You are correct, you’ll need to be in a cast. You’ve also got some bad scrapes on your elbows, but nothing a little antibiotic cream and a bandaid can’t fix.”

Even his voice was smooth, it made everything in me twist and turn and flutter around.

“Y/N, I’m gonna go wait in the car... Edward’s here.” Bella stated, pulling me out of my trance. I looked at her, raising my eyebrows ever so slightly.

“Alrighty.” I replied. She gave me a small smile before making her way out.

Not gonna lie, I was a little salty. Bella will drop anything and leave anyone if her boyfriend is around. It gets annoying at times. I haven’t even met him yet, but now I’ve met his dad before him?

“So, your 22?” I was brought back out of my thoughts by that wonderful voice again. He had already sat down in one of those swiveling chairs and had everything he needed to cast my arm.

“Yeah, I’m getting old.”

He laughed a hearty laugh that came deep within his chest. I couldn’t help but smile myself, proud that I caused that reaction.

“Well, is it too old for a sucker?” He pulled out a couple of different flavors, and I saw my favorite in the bunch.

“Pfft! Hell no.” I took the strawberry one out of his hand with my good arm. “Thank you.”

“Of course. How did you even do this?” Dr. Cullen raised his head to look at me, one eyebrow raised and his stare boring into my own. I tried not to blush, but I felt the heat creeping up.

“Uuuuuuuugggggghhhh, it’s really embarrassing.” I started, wincing at my own clumsy stupidity. “I slipped on my wet pavement. It could have at least happened in a cooler way, but no.”

He chuckled, and I watched him continue his work with my arm.

“You need to be more careful or you’ll be seeing my face more often.” He joked, finishing up the cast.

Note to self: don’t be more careful only to see more of handsome doctor man.

Dr. Cullen chuckled under his breath. I don’t know why, it was silent after he said what he did.

“I will.” I replied with a grin, knowing I probably wouldn’t.

“Will you, actually?” He shot back, an eyebrow raised in a playful manner. It was as if he read my mind, but I just shook it off with a laugh and a nod of my head.

I noticed he was all done with my arm, my cast was my favorite color. How he knew that, I don’t know, maybe it was a lucky guess.

“Well, Y/N, you’re free to go. It was an absolute pleasure to meet you.”

I hopped up, not realizing how close we were when I did that, so I quickly backed up saying a quick sorry.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Cullen.”

“No, please, call me Carlisle.” He gave me the warmest smile I had ever seen, and I couldn’t help but mirror it. “After all, I have a feeling this won’t be the last time we see each other. It’s best to get acquainted now, sooner than later. You’ve got to get that cast off sometime, and I’ll be here to do it.”

Okay, maybe it was just me being a little too hopeful, but was this his way of flirting with me?

“Alright, thank you, Carlisle. I really appreciate it.” At this point I was sure my face was as red as an apple.

As sad as it was, it was time for me to leave. I gave another grin and a small wave before walking away. Though, right before I got to the doors, I decided to be bold. Turning around, I saw that he was already looking at me, which only made me more nervous.

“Oh, and Carlisle, don’t be surprised if I come in here next week with another injury.” I winked at him. This seemed to fluster him, because he shyly looked away with raised eyebrows, but quickly regained his composure as he winked back, this time catching me off guard.

I giggled, waving goodbye once more and making my way back to Bella.

Oh yeah, I’ll definitely be seeing him again.

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caitimetravels · 3 years ago

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she’s insignificant

chapter 3: the dangers inside

the umbrella academy x reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: swearing, mentions of death

masterlist

y/n stared at the blue energy in the courtyard before deciding to join her siblings as they rushed to see what it was. as she ran down the stairs she caught sight of klaus holding a fire extinguisher.

"what are you doing?" she caught up with him.

"something" he shrugged, bursting out the door first. "out of the way!"

"thats not going to- klaus what the hell?" y/n went to stop him only to watch as he tried to extinguish the mass of energy. she shook her head in disbelief, stepping beside vanya.

klaus chucked the extinguisher when he realised it wouldn't work.

"what is that gonna do?" allison shouted over the loud noise. klaus threw his hands up.

"i don't know. do you have a better idea?" he stepped back in surprise as another flash came from the portal. luther pulled klaus back.

"everyone get behind me!" and in true sibling rivalry diego nodded, shielding vanya and y/n.

"yeah, get behind us!"

they watched, brows furrowing at the familiar figure that dropped to the ground. as they stepped closer the vortex disappeared.

"is that-?" y/n looked up at vanya, peeking around diego to see.

there, in a too large sized suit, stood their missing brother. he pushed himself to his feet taking in their appearance.

"does anyone else see little number five is that just me?" klaus questioned as they walked closer. the said boy stared down at himself in confusion before looking back at them.

"shit" he cursed.

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they all moved back into the kitchen, letting five do as he pleased while he explained what he needed to.

he placed a chopping board and knife on the table while the others stood at the other end. y/n stood off to the corner, not entirely comfortable with them after being accused of murder. "what's the date? the exact date"

five walked around, grabbing bread to make himself a sandwich. vanya answered, "the 24th"

"of what?" five pushed walking back over.

"march"

"good" he pulled out two pieces of bread, laying them on the chopping board.

"so, are we going to talk about what just happened?" luther raised an eyebrow, expectantly but five stayed silent. "its been 17 years!" luther stood, frustrated but five wasn't taking any of his bullshit.

"it's been a lot longer than that" the shorter boy walked towards him before blinking behind him to grab the marshmallows. luther sighed,

"i haven't missed that"

"where'd you go?" diego piped up, unfazed.

"the future" five sighed, "and it's shit by the way" he opened up the bag of marshmallows.

"called it!" klaus raised his finger.

"do you want one?" five looked up at y/n, referring to the sandwich, a soft gleam in his eyes. the others shared a look, of course he had only missed her. she gently shook her head with a small smile. "i should have listened to the old man" five walked to the fridge, pulling out a jar. "he knew. travelling through space is one thing, travelling through time is a toss of the dice"

he paused as he opened the peanut butter, looking up at them again before noticing klaus' attire. "nice dress"

"oh, danke" klaus twirled loose material around. allison rolled her eyes.

"how did you get back?"

"in the end i had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time" he continued making his sandwich like he hadn't just shocked them.

"that makes no sense" diego scoffed,

"well, it would if you were smarter" five shrugged, ignoring the way diego stood up to fight him. luther held him back.

"did you put a decimal point in the wrong spot?" y/n asked, surprising the others. she crossed her arms, thinking "it was probably a miscalculation in your proof of the existence of a bound for the number of limit cycles of planar polynomial vector fields of fixed degree."

five paused, thinking it over before realising she was right. "it should have been 0.57" he mumbled.

"how long were you there?" luther changed the subject, obviously confused.

"45 years" five went back to his sandwich making. "give or take"

everyone sat back down in shock.

"so what are you saying? that you're 58?!" luther narrowed his eyes in disbelief. there was no way.

"no" five looked up, speaking through gritted teeth. "my consciousness is 58. apparently my body is now 16 again"

"how does that even work?" vanya croaked out, still shocked at the situation.

"delores kept saying the equations were off" five shrugged, stepping away and looking off into the distance as he took a bite of his sandwich. "bet she's laughing now"

"delores?" vanya asked. y/n froze, he had kept her? at the girl's movement, or lack thereof, allison looked over at her, raising her eyebrows.

y/n shook her head, waving it off.

five picked up the newspaper on the table, staring at the picture of their father.

"hm.. guess i missed the funeral"

"how'd you know about that?" luther questioned, defensive.

"what part of the future do you not understand?" five narrowed his eyes, slightly amused by his brothers incompetence. "heart failure, huh?"

"yeah-" diego started only to be cut off by luther.

"no" there was silence for a moment before a kitchen knife stabbed into the table beside luther's hand.

"if i had murderous intent, luther, you'd be the first on my list" y/n scoffed, walking out.

they all stared after her in shock.

"nice to see nothing's changed" five sighed before following her out.

"thats it?" allison asked, turning towards him as he walked. "thats all you have to say?"

"what else is there to say? circle of life" he called back.

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vanya walked up to five in the parlour where he stood staring at his painting.

"nice to know dad didn't forget me" five turned to her, "read your book by the way.. found it in the library that was still standing"

he started to walk around, noticing y/n sitting on the balcony above. she had her legs dangling through the bars, calmly reading a book. he turned back to vanya.

"thought it was pretty good, all things considered" he stared her down, "definitely ballsy, giving up the family secrets. sure that went over well"

"they hate me" vanya frowned,

"well there are worse things that can happen" five was obviously trying to cheer her up, in his own way.

"you mean like what happened to ben?" there was a pause, both thinking it over.

"was it bad?" five asked softly, he knew y/n was still listening. he heard the faint sound of a book shutting. he looked away as vanya nodded.

"y/n had a hard time dealing with it.. the worst of all of us. dad forbid her from going on missions after her reaction.."

"her reaction?" five turned back, eyebrows furrowing, this wasn't in vanya's book.

"she nearly tore our souls out.. she was devastated and couldn't control her emotions. dad said it helped her though, something about a new ability. he trained her alone from then, forcing her to find you" vanya shrugged, sighing, going silent.

"find me?" five pushed, "what do you mean find me?"

"she said she did.. did she not?" vanya looked surprised now.

"no, no she did.. just didn't stay long is all" five shook his head, frowning.

"yeah well, they stopped trying when she lied to dad"

"she lied?" five looked back up at where she was previously sitting but now she was gone, the only thing left behind was her book and a wisp of smoke.

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"ben.. i'm- i'm scared" eight sat cross legged in front of his statue. "my powers are getting stronger and i'm scared to hurt the others. i wish you were still here" she refused to cry no matter how much she wanted to. she couldn't let the same thing happen.

"i'm scared ben. what if i can't control it? what if hurt somebody? you're not here to help me and i-.. it hurts sometimes. dad doesn't understand, he never did but it hurts to suppress my emotions like he wants me to. we try so hard and he still never thinks we're enough.." she paused, pulling her knees up to her chest. "what if i am weak? what if he's right?"

unbeknownst to her ben's ghost sat beside her. "you're not weak" he shook his head, moving to look at her face. "you'll never be weak, you're so strong. please keep being strong for me" he pleaded with her as she continued to blame herself. he hated this. he hated not being there for her. he just wanted her to be okay.

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y/n walked beside five, standing under his umbrella with him. they didn't speak as they walked back out into the courtyard. the siblings all stood in line with luther in front of them, carrying their dad's ashes.

"did something happen?" grace looked at them all, smiling despite the occasion. they all looked up at her.

"dad died.." allison answered, confused. "remember?"

"oh, yes of course" grace nodded, expression turning more somber.

"is mom okay?" allison asked, now worried about how grace was acting.

"yeah, yeah she's fine" diego quickly defended, "she just needs to rest, you know, recharge" allison looked incredulous but dropped it nonetheless.

pogo stepped forwards, looking up at luther. "whenever you're ready, dear boy"

luther breathed out, opening the lid and dropping the ashes in a pitiful pile. they all frowned.

"probably would have been better with some wind" luther griped,

"does anyone wish to speak?" pogo ignored it, looking at the rest of them. everyone stayed silent, looking away. "very well.. in all regards, sir reginald hargreeves made me what i am today, for that alone i shall forever be in his debt. he was my master and my friend and i shall miss him very much.." he paused, "he leaves behind a complicated legacy-"

"he was a monster" diego cut off, still staring down at the ashes. klaus laughed. "he was bad person and a worse father. the world's better off without him-"

"diego" allison scolded, glaring at him in surprise.

"my name is number two. you know why?" he looked over at her. "because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names, he had mom do it"

"would anyone like something to eat?" grace asked, smiling again, unaware of what was happening.

"no, its okay mom" vanya denied, albeit confused.

"oh, okay"

"look, you wanna pay your respects" diego stepped out in front of them, "go head, but at least be honest about the kind of man he was" he looked at pogo now.

"you should stop talking now" luther warned, anger growing. diego glared at him for a moment before fully turning to face him.

"you know, you of all people should be on my side here, number one"

"i am warning you-" diego ignored him,

"after everything he did to you" y/n sighed, crossing her arms to her chest, fighting wasn't going to fix any of them. klaus and five shared a look. "he had to ship you a million miles away"

"diego stop talking-" luther tried again. diego was definitely hitting a nerve. he jabbed a finger into luther's chest.

"that's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" luther grabbed his arm and swung at his head. diego ducked. they begun fighting while everyone else backed away.

"boys! stop this at once!" pogo attempted to stop them, moving back despite this.

klaus held an arm out to shield five and y/n. the former slapped it away. they continued to fight, diego egging him on and landing several punches. klaus began to chant while vanya yelled at them to stop.

"klaus" y/n warned, gaining both his and five's attention. her eyes were turning black, she was struggling.

"y/n? are you okay?" five hadn't been there, he didn't know what she would do if she lost control. pogo walked away, not wanting to stay. klaus nervously watched y/n while the others watched luther and diego fight.

"i don't have time for this" five sighed, beginning to walk away, leaving y/n with klaus under his small pink umbrella.

that was when it happened. y/n froze as they knocked ben's statue.

"aw" klaus complained while allison glared at them.

"and there goes ben's statue"

"klaus?" y/n's voice scared them all. she sounded weak. she gripped his jacket, tightly. "klaus"

"what's wrong?" he looked down at her, watching as she fought her emotions. her eyes were turning black but she kept fighting it.

diego pulled out his knife and vanya's shouting at him to stop made it harder for y/n to calm herself. he threw it at luther, cutting his arm.

"klaus" she called again and he held her arm unsure of what to do. "i-i can't.. i can't-" she let out a pained whine as her eyes darkened, she was letting go. suddenly diego and luther let out shouts of pain.

"what's going on?!" allison watched them, confused and distraught. vanya quickly left their mother's side, pulling y/n into her.

"its okay, you're okay" vanya whispered to her, trying to calm her. "it can be fixed, you're okay, just relax. try to relax" listening to vanya's heartbeat she slowly calmed down, the blackness of her eyes seeping away and diego and luther straightened, no longer in pain.

y/n stared at them in shock and guilt before shaking her head and running inside. she locked herself in her room again. she was truly a demon.

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one by one the siblings left, y/n watched sadly as they all abandoned her again. she was always left alone, the family problems only got bigger when they got together. she sighed, maybe she was better off alone.

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y/n looked up from her book as she heard frantic footsteps around the mansion. peeking out her door she noticed vanya slowing down in front of five's room.

"oh thank god" she disappeared through his doorway but y/n could still hear her voice. "i was worried sick about you"

five had talked to vanya? why hadn't he come to her?

"sorry i left without saying goodbye" five's voice answered softly. what had he been doing? y/n quietly left her room to hear better. she wanted to be apart of her brother's plans too. she didn't want to be left out anymore.

"no, i'm the one that should be sorry. i was dismissive and i guess i didn't know how to process what you were saying.." vanya paused, "i still can't to be honest"

"maybe you were right to be dismissive" five huffed, that didn't sound like him at all? what was he really doing? "maybe it wasn't real after all.. it felt real. but well, like you said the old man did say time travel could contaminate the mind"

well vanya referred him to a therapist y/n tried to sense the room. something else was going on. carefully using her power she felt another person.. klaus. when vanya walked out y/n quickly turned to smoke, gliding along the floor, past five who watched vanya leave. klaus pulled himself out of the closet.

"that's so touching, all that stuff about family and dad and time"

"will you shut up? she'll hear you" five warned him, walking back over.

"you're lying to vanya?" y/n appeared next to klaus, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

"it's nothing you should worry about" five dismissed before looking klaus over again. "i thought i told you to put on something professional"

"what? this my nicest outfit" klaus gestured to it. y/n snorted when five scoffed.

"we'll raid the old man's closet"

"whatever, as long as i get paid" klaus shrugged, beginning to walk behind five.

"when the job is done" they stopped just above the stairs.

"so, where are we going?" she followed along, smiling innocently at five who raised an eyebrow at her.

"not we, just klaus and i" five shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"five" she frowned,

"y/n" he mocked.

"just let me come, please don't leave me in the dark. i just want to help you" she pleaded, she had missed him.

he thought it over before sighing, "fine" he turned to walk again but klaus stopped him.

"but just so we're clear on the finer details" he waved his hand around, talking over the plan. "i just got to go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?"

"yeah, something like that" five agreed, exasperated.

"what's our cover story?" klaus continued, ignoring five's look of annoyance.

"what? what are you talking about?" five shared a confused look with y/n who shrugged.

"i mean was i young when i had you, like 16.. like young and terribly misguided" five agreed just to get him to stop but he didn't. "your mother, that slut, whoever she was, we met at.. the disco and you can be his sister"

"i am his sister?" y/n raised an eyebrow, but klaus only smiled, clicking his fingers.

"okay, remember that. oh my god the sex was amazing"

y/n scoffed, walking away first, five following. "what a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain"

"don't make me put you in time out" klaus waved a finger at him.

as they walked out the door onto the street y/n paused.

"what's wrong, baby sis?" klaus asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "you're not backing out already?"

"no!" she quickly denied, looking up at him as she snapped out of her starstruck daze. "it's just.. i haven't left the house in 16 years.."

klaus and five shared a sorrowful look. what had happened to her?

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What's My Name? (M) || Jaehyun

“Say it again, who’s making you feel so good?”

Jaehyun and you have broken up a few weeks ago. But then he finds out you had a fling with Johnny, and he's not amused.

Warnings: fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, cursing and just Jaehyun being a jealous dipshit ex-bf

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Jaehyun didn’t knock on your door, because he was pissed as hell. He just stormed into your room and found a shocked you sitting at her desk, reading peacefully. Luckily, you still had your clothes on, he thought. Or had you just dressed yourself very fast?

“Jaehyun!” you exclaimed in surprise as you arose from your seat and let the book fall on the table top. “What are you doing here?”

Yeah, what was he doing here? He hadn't prepared words or anything. He had just been led by his feelings after he got the news that his friend would come over to your place. Feelings which contained anger, jealousy and something so familiarly warm as he looked at you that he was lost for words.

“What was he doing here?” Jaehyun just asked bluntly.

“Pardon me?” you returned, obviously confused. “Who?”

“Johnny. What was Johnny doing here?”

You shook your head. “How do you even know that he was here?”

“Answer me.” This was an order.

You sighed and your face expression only showed disappointment when you looked at him. “You shouldn’t be here, Jaehyun.”

“Y/n, don’t avoid my question. What was Johnny doing here?”

“This is none of your business, okay?” You wanted to sound angry, but your answer was nothing more than a just whisper. “Please, Jaehyun... You were the one who left me because you wanted to see more of the world, or in my words, because you wanted to fuck around. So please, just leave now.”

Your heart tightened so much that all the pain you had tried to suppress crashed down on you at once. You couldn’t endure his presence anymore and especially not that handsome face and body of his which you used to be physically close to so many times.

You couldn’t have him anymore, and the pain almost ripped you apart when he was standing right in front of you. When he left you, you had agreed on never crossing each other’s paths again, but here he was, bringing back all the memories.

“Have you had sex with him just now?” Jaehyun asked with a meaningless expression on his face.

“What?!”

“You heard me. How many times did you do it? Were you doing it with him when you were with me? Was he better than me?”

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead you blushed first until you found the right words. “Excuse me?! It was you who didn’t want to be with me anymore, Jaehyun. I was so in love with you, but you have decided you didn’t want to be tied down to one girl only. So again, this is none of your business!”

“But it is my business when it happened during the time when we were together!”

You buried your face in your hands to hide your flushed cheeks. “Please, just leave, Jaehyun. I can't do this.”

But instead, you could feel him approaching you, grabbing your wrists to expose your face which was mirroring embarrassment and shyness. You instantly looked away.

“Liar." He smirked. “You don’t want me to leave.”

With these words, he leaned in to you, touched your chin with his thumb and index finger to lift your head up, and kissed you. First, he just pecked your lips in a tender manner, testing the waters, but when you didn’t push him away directly, he brought his hand to your neck to pull you closer to him.

You didn’t know what exactly was happening when you felt Jaehyun’s soft lips on yours. Wasn’t he supposed to leave? Wasn't he supposed to tell you that you stood no chance to be with him anymore, because he just didn’t do relationships? Instead, he gave you hope all over again.

Jaehyun knew that he was supposed to leave... now. But he didn't. He just stood there, feeling entirely happy when you finally kissed him back. There were two reactions he had expected: You would either push him away or... this. And honestly, he had wished for it to be the latter. Despite all the hurtful things he had told you the last time you saw each other.

This was against his life plans, against his priorities. But Jaehyun himself just knew that he wanted you. And that he didn’t want to let you go ever again, especially not to another guy. It was then when he realized that letting you go was probably the biggest mistake he had made in his young life so far.

Without parting your lips, you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist while he caught you by your bum, holding you tightly. Shifting around, you approached the bed where he then softly placed you onto the mattress. His fingers stroked your cheek as he planted a kiss on your nose, looking into your eyes with a slight smile before he began to kiss the side of your neck.

You didn’t want to make the first move to the next step. If you would and he didn’t want to go further, you’d just make a fool of yourself. But Jaehyun just made the first move to the next step himself.

His hands vanished under your shirt, making their way up with the light fabric between his fingers, then taking it off entirely. You wouldn’t ask anything anymore. Even if this was only a one time thing, if it made you that happy only for a few moments after sorrowful past weeks, then you were willing to take everything that came after.

“I missed... this... so much...” he murmured against our skin when he kissed down to your cleavage.

“Me too...”

Taking off your bra with one fluid motion, Jaehyun wanted to work on your breasts when he suddenly stopped.

You got scared that he’d interrupt everything he had just begun and just walk out of the door, but the thought was pushed aside quickly when he laid his mouth on your left nipple, cupping it with his wet lips.

“Did he do this to you too?” Jaehyun suddenly asked, pulling on your sensitive tip with his teeth.

“Ah!" you yelped. “Wha—“

Why on earth was he now bringing up Johnny again?!

“Apparently not. Good.”

He grinned before he left butterfly kisses on the breast he had just bruised like he wanted to apologize, making you shiver in pleasure. Rubbing his thumb around the right peak, he was grinding against your hips. You quickly got wet all over before he suddenly grabbed your other breast tightly, crushing his lips onto it like he had just discovered something he had never seen before.

“Jaehyun!” you squealed.

It wasn’t painful at all for you, it was only surprising. But he just smirked against your skin, moving his tongue around your nipple, sucking and licking on it.

“Who am I?” he suddenly asked, bringing his head back up to your face again.

“What?” you breathed.

“What's my name?”

“Jae... hyun...?” It was more of a question than a confident answer.

“Yes, and I am the one who is doing this to you. The only one. Don’t you dare to forget it.”

“Jaehyun, are you...?!”

But you didn’t need to speak it out. You knew it and he knew as well. Mischievous Jaehyun was playing with you because he was jealous of Johnny. You had finally seen through his facade.

He unbuttoned your pants, removing them along with your panties before undressing himself entirely and tossing all clothes aside. Jaehyun then pressed his length against your entrance as he laid himself back on top of you, sliding his hard-on up and down your folds. A grin appeared on his face as he felt you dripping wet from his movements.

“I’m not even in you yet," he teased.

“Shut up.”

He played with streaks of your hair, making sure every inch of your face was touched by his lips before he went down to your neck, his hips still rocking with yours as quiet moans fell from between your lips, but he was reluctant to fill you all up.

Jaehyun was punishing you for being with Johnny, you now knew. Screw morals, you wanted revenge. So you pushed him away and pinned him down on the bed before you seated yourself on his lap. His length was standing up in his full girth right in front of you.

An evil grin grew on your face. “You’re punishing me? Then I want revenge.”

“Shit," Jaehyun cursed as you went down on him, embracing his dick with both of your hands, dragging them down slowly.

“I wasn’t the one who was sleeping with Johnny," he panted mid-motion.

But you ignored his childish remark. You put your mouth on the top of his length, licking the tip in rotary movements like a lollipop, and Jaehyun just started swearing between his gasps as his breath came in hitches.

You opened your eyes to take a look at him before your tongue found its way to the base, then dragged all the way up to the tip again. You enjoyed seeing him getting exposed like this with his arm on his forehead, his bangs glued on his temples with sweat while his other hand rested on his chest which was heaving up and down in an irregular rhythm.

You grinned inwardly and comprised the upper part of his dick with your mouth wide open, taking him by surprise.

“Fuck!”

Jaehyun began to thrust upwards, pushing his member into your mouth uncontrollably. You sucked and licked on the tip, teasing him a little before you pushed his full length into your throat as far as you could. Then, you bobbed your head up and down, each time probably a little further than before. You had never had him so deep inside your mouth before, and he knew.

“Did Johnny teach you this?” he then asked, and you rolled your eyes.

You brought her head up, leaving him there, unsatisfied with a craving like he had been abstinent for a whole year.

“Shut up now, Jaehyun!”

“Heck, why—“

But Jaehyun’s whining was cut off by the feeling of wetness and tightness around his length. You sunk down on him, slowly adjusting to his girth after such a long time. He held onto your hips with both hands, grabbing them tightly as you began to rock your hips back and forth, your upper body following wavy movements.

Jaehyun had almost forgotten how hot sex with you had always been during your time apart in the past weeks. He had almost forgotten how much pleasure you gave him just by looking at you, and above all, he had almost forgotten how beautiful you were. And he didn’t mean it in the content of sex only.

Why had his eyes just opened now? Why hadn't he seen earlier what was right in front of him the whole time? He didn’t need anyone else. No matter how many girls he fucked, he would always only want and need you.

You leaned back, bringing yourself up just to slide down on him again and again while Jaehyun simultaneously thrusted upwards into you, but not with his full strength yet, and you knew it. He was still teasing you.

“Jaehyun," you cried out his name, desperately bouncing up and down on him, searching for the pleasure which was slowly turning you impatient.

“Kiss me now," he demanded.

When you didn’t make a move to, he stood his knees up, letting you fall on top of him with a little squeal. Chest on chest, body on body, he made sure that you wouldn’t withdraw again.

He grabbed the back of your head and crushed his lips back onto yours after having pulled you down to him. While you were occupied with kissing, Jaehyun brought his hips up with a hard thrust, causing you to gasp against his lips, and he smiled into the next kiss.

With another strong thrust which filled you up to the brim, he knocked the air out of your lungs and your face landed on his right shoulder, desperately breathing for air. He did it several times more, and every time, your voice would get a little higher and your breathing a little faster.

You held onto his shoulders, hearing him chuckle as he thrusted into you with full force now. It was so good from this angle that you didn’t stop trembling and clenched your fingers into his skin even harder.

“I bet Johnny never did this to you.”

“Stop talking about him now, goddammit!” You rolled her eyes and bit into his shoulder for revenge.

“Ouch! Fine, stop!”

He interrupted his movements and you whimpered.

“Please...” you begged.

“Tell me...” He brought his hips forward, hitting you at the right angle inside.

“Wha—ooohhh...”

“Who is...”

Another thrust hit a sweet spot inside of you again. You scratched his shoulders, burying your face in the pillow to scream into it.

“... better?”

He pulled out of you, and just the head of his member remained inside.

“Aaaah...”

So close. You were so close.

“Wrong answer.”

You felt him pulling out almost fully. No, no, no, he couldn’t do that.

“Tell me, who’s making you feel so good?”

“Jaehyun!” you screamed, and he stopped.

“What?” he teased, not making a move to push into you again. "Whose name did you just say?"

“Jaehyun! For fucks sake, you, you you! YOU are better than him! ONLY YOU!” you finally screamed. “Jaehyun!”

He then slid into you again, hard, and a gasp escaped your mouth as you threw your head aside in pleasure.

“I haven’t heard. Who?!”

“You!”

“Who am I?”

“Jaehyun!... You are... aaahhh... Jaehyun... ”

“Say it again, who’s making you feel so good? Who’s fucking you so good now?”

Now, he thrusted into you so hard that only a few more pushes were enough to send you over the edge.

"What's my name?!"

“JAEHYUNJAEHYUNJAEHYUNJAEHYUN!!!!!”

Your mouth was formed to a silent scream as you dug your nails into his skin when the overwhelming feeling shot through your body. You were soaking and pressed your opened mouth on Jaehyun’s shoulder, keeping your eyes shut when the pleasurable spasms took control of your body.

Jaehyun was holding you tightly during your climax, your walls tightening around him and nearly pushing him out of you. His arms rested on your back, giving you a reassuring feeling while he kissed your temple, your head still dizzy.

Jaehyun smiled at you and rolled on top without pulling out. Well, it was his turn now.

“Let me finish this," he said as he started to thrust into you again, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Did you mean it?” he then asked, continuing his pace.

“What?” you breathed.

“That I’m better than him.”

“Yes.”

There was no need to be embarrassed about your remaining feelings anymore, because Jaehyun still felt the same way. You could tell by his smile and the happiness which was reflected in his eyes.

“Well, I’ll still prove it to you.”

That fucker.

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