#okay but on a serious note i would love to eat your soul for a second

[blackmagixsblog]

guys i have a super big confession to make and i just can’t keep this secret any longer and i hope this won’t change how anyone feels about me 🥺…..

i am actually a succubus. whew. feels so good to get that off my chest. 😅

[sunboki]

— BRIGHTER PLACES. a Lee Felix fiction

Chef! Lee Felix x gn. reader

TROPE. cooking class au, childhood friends to lovers, reader is burnt out and slightly depressed, coincidences, fluff, angst

WARNINGS. mentions of depression/depressive episodes, mentions of unrequited love, burn out, reader is used by her boss, felix is the biggest sweetheart to exist

AUG'S NOTES. was intended to be posted much earlier than this but i’m still glad that, with life being so busy, i managed to finish it! this piece is only the start of many emotional pieces over the summer so stay tuned please! hopefully you enjoy 🫶🏼

SYNOPSIS. Thrown asunder beneath crushing assignments, work, and the fleeting hope your “young and free” twenties experience may someday happen, you had yet to realize said experience was right around the corner. Whisked into a mixture of unearthed feelings and past occurrences, presented with a cherry on top by renowned Chef Lee Felix.

or alternatively :

Eventually, the sun will shine again.

Out of any gift you’ve received, you thought the treehouse in your backyard was the most memorable. It seemed like, in this vast universe, everything was right.

Then it wasn’t, then it was. Again and again. A repetitive cycle.

However, your overcast days did have an expiration date, and sunshine would eventually show itself again.

You just weren’t aware yet.

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.

.

At seven years old, you would spend hours daydreaming, inviting friends, taking naps, and reading in your treehouse. Oftentimes, during the long days of summer, you’d eat lunch up there; lost in this secluded world only you knew about.

When you’re younger, every little thing appears peach-tinted.

The warm fire of a candle on a nightstand, setting dull objects ablaze with its brightness. Shadow puppets, dance parties. So ordinary yet exceptional all the same. Easy to configure from a developing mind as something excellent, fantastical.

Your twenties don’t envelop a hazy glow. Mind now hardened, treehouse still lingering (more like rotting) in the backyard of your parents house, things are more serious, less inviting.

Who knew adulthood would be this lonesome.

Walking from a bar, you fail to appreciate the hum of music from a buzzed radio, the wafting smell of Italian food hidden somewhere in the midst of neon signs and outdoor eateries.

Instead, priorities had lodged themselves indefinitely far into your soul, drowning out the voice telling you you’re you, not the expectations you’re held to.

Further and further did you drift into that intoxicating headspace, until someone—or, in your case, something—had to pull you out.

That something being a cooking—well, baking class. This weekend, an hour and a half. Menu: The Ideal Donuts.

“Think of it as a release,” Sana had told you, this wide, excited smile etching the skin of her face.

Immediately, you wanted to hand it back to her, tell the eccentric best friend of yours to spend such an occasion on herself instead.

Yet, you knew better than to try negotiating with Sana, the girl who has been present through your ugliest moments, who you’ve cried to more times than able to count.

Your intention wasn’t an attempt to make your life as miserable as possible. In fact, each day you strived for a resource, an indication things would grow better, as better as it seemed to be for everyone else.

Though you can only stretch a rubber band so far, and once it reaches its farthest extent, it snaps.

And the recoil stings.

“Okay, thank you.” You respond after a beat of silence, lips pulled into a tight line, investigating the information written on the card.

She pats your shoulder, a sweet smile worn upon pink lipstick.

Lee’s Baking Class.

Lee. The name sounds familiar.

Awkward. Everybody has their awkward moments, but you’re certain this one takes the cake. 

The entirety of the class had fallen still, engulfed in a silence you can feel gathering in your chest, sending nausea building like bile in your throat.

His brown eyes merely blink, ignorant to your inner turmoil.

Lee Felix’s brown eyes, shining like muddy globes, seem to encapsulate every ounce of affection. Affection you once had for him, affection you refuse to unearth if it costs your life. 

Perhaps that's the stem of the awkwardness—harbored feelings.

How awful. 

Just your luck.

“Y/N?”

It even sounds worse falling from his lips. Sweet, just like he is, Felix is. 

Felix has always been sweet, always inviting. Seems you accepted without realizing you were never invited to the party.

Staring like a deer caught in headlights, it takes the man clearing his throat for you to acknowledge your position. 

“You can uh, find a seat if you’d like?”

‘You can shoot me if you’d like’ you think, very much grateful mind readers don’t exist.

Nodding profusely and scurrying to the nearest table out of the four aligned throughout the room, you find yourself paired with three elderly ladies who quarrel in rabid conversation about baking powder—though it doesn’t bother you, the frenzied chatter leaves leeway to think.

As memorable as the treehouse was, it was also memorable for.. Other reasons as well. One reason in particular being that it wasn’t always just you reading and daydreaming up there, but Lee Felix too.

Since primary school the two of you had been conjoined at the hip. Between friendly rivalries and the fact he was your neighbor, there wasn’t a two day period you weren’t together. 

And with that, came a crush. 

But it was different with Felix, different because just as you’d been conjoined to the hip as friends, this time, you were still conjoined, but he was your crush.

And it’s a whole lot easier playing off a crush when you aren’t with them 24/7.

Before you knew it, you had fallen head over heels in love. To a degree you realized you can’t, can’t do what you’ve always done, can’t pretend your feelings are nonexistent any longer.

So you fled. 

The moment high school began, you located the furthest place available and begged your parents to let you attend. It wasn’t that you hated Felix, more than anything you hated yourself for falling in love–not that it could be helped. 

No matter how illogical you deemed it, your heart would prove stronger. Maybe that was your epitome.

Your number one priority had been avoiding him thus far, and you thought you were doing a pretty decent job at it, using the excuse that high school offered better opportunities to mask your internal guilt, and staying on that side of the city when you graduated.

Nonetheless, it seems the effort was in vain, especially now that you’re facing him again.

No. You refuse to dwell on the past, not when you’ve made it this far.

In front of you sits all the necessary utensils. Measuring cups and spoons, coordinating bowls, and the ingredients included as well. 

Thank goodness for that, you were scared you’d mess up and Felix would have to step in. Plus, the rules of this game came easy. Participate without contact and leave with a sweet treat in hand.

Except, you’re quick to understand those rules of the game may only apply in your case by the gaze boring into your back.

Great.

“I didn’t anticipate a young lady being so aggressive,” A voice to your right piques, surveying the furious manner in which you’re cracking an egg into the bowl.

Delivering a small smile and claiming you’re simply absorbed in your work, collective laughter sounds from the older women in response.

Taking a thirty minute break while the dough chills, you welcome conversation with anybody and everybody, attempting to evade the blond’s attempt at reaching out.

Way to be a jerk, Y/N. 

But, in the end, avoidance is the right course of action.

You can’t afford love, you’re too broke already as a student.

During the times he isn’t circulating, you spare periodic glances, marveling at those charming features of his, still the same as when you were younger but slightly more mature, sharper. Effortlessly kissable raspberry-tinged lips purse when he explains things, helping the participants knead dough with ring-clad fingers. That one’s new: rings.

The third time, you were caught, panickedly looking away as if an accident.

“Y/N I–” 

Speeding past while pretending to be occupied with checking the refrigerator holding your table’s donuts, his words become choked watching as you flee in the other direction, hand returning to his side where it extended to you.

You manage to survive the last few minutes unscathed, awaiting the sugary goodness lying just below your fingertips after hastily nodding to Felix in thanks and following the remainder of the class outside.

Success.

Or, whilst fetching your keys and finding where you had parked your car, so you thought.

Steam billows from your car's hood, refusing to even turn on while individuals alike grant you pitying simpers and continue on their exit.

Spoke too soon.

Even worse, your instructor, the man you thought you could run from after all, happens to walk out at that moment, witnessing your real-time destruction.

Not a success.

This was utter failure at the highest degree.

“So.. How’ve you been?”

“Fine.”

“How’s college?”

“Fine. ..And you?’

How you ended up in Lee Felix’s passenger seat is beyond you.

Well, not really. You just hate admitting you took the ride home he offered after your car broke down in the parking lot. In your defense, according to him, he already had to drop by the grocery store nearby.

It’s like an interrogation, your replies quick and unenthusiastic, his unwavering in enthusiasm, unyielding to the coldness you’re giving him.

Like you said, it wasn’t your intention hurting his feelings, nor being spiteful or brash. It was your coping mechanism.

This is how you got over him, or, how you’d like to say you got over him.

“Pretty busy, but I’m managing. How about you? I couldn’t get in contact, but I’m sure you got tons of offers, yeah?”

Seeing his face again didn’t help with the “getting over” part.

..Or the guilt at the “no contact” part either.

“Easy for you to say, you’re the successful one who got scouted by a culinary arts school.” The remark coming out spiteful, you scorn yourself. 

That’s another thing. Lee Felix is totally out of your league. 

He’ll always be number one, and you’ll always be second place. And not in an inferiority complex way, but in an honest way.

Felix chased his dreams to the end of the earth and got what he deserved out of it, and you thought you were doing the same, only to realize you were chasing him instead and leaving your own aspirations behind.

But that’s on you, not him, and you’ll likely spend the rest of your life wondering how you became so enamored in the first place.

Of course he wears that tear-worthy frown, periodically directing his attention to you while driving, face filled with overflowing concern.

How could anybody not fall in love with him?

“Y/N, you know that’s not true. I may have been scouted, but that doesn’t make me any better than anyone else. We’ve all worked hard to get where we are now, you included.”

Curse how weak you are for him. Why should he reassure you? You’re the prick that left him after countless years together, why is he consoling you?

Easy. He’s Felix. 

Before anything else, he’s loving. Felix is the embodiment of love in an individual. He’s self-sacrificing (a trait you swear Chan gave to him), caring, and the most unbearably adorable mother-hen.

And you’re not even close to getting over him.

Street names pass in a blur, leaving a lengthy silence to consume the drive. You distract yourself with a flickering traffic light in need of fixing, watching the man’s finger tap against the wheel to a song on the radio in your peripheral before he speaks again.

“..Do you still talk to Chris?”

His voice, a pleasing baritone now that he speaks slowly, surprises you for a moment.

“Yep.”

Even then you refuse to turn toward him, coming to a halt at a stop sign and simultaneously dreading the manner in which he dips his head lower.

“Hey.. Are you okay?”

You feel like throwing up.

“During the class you–”

“My stop is here.”

The words come out before you can comprehend them, too worried about distancing yourself to care that this is in fact not your stop and a random street instead.

Though hesitantly, he pulls the vehicle to the side.

“But there’s no houses nearby–”

“No, this is perfect,” You pitch, quickly unbuckling and opening up the door. “Thank you, Felix.”

Oh how you wish you never said that, wish you never made eye contact.

He makes you want to scream and cry and dig up all those stupid feeling’s you’d buried in the ground.

Pulling your clothing closer to your body as the evening cools, you grace him a ghost of a smile, shutting the car door and hurrying down the sidewalk while feebly attempting to locate how far your place would be from here.

Yet, he doesn’t drive past you.

Evidently unconvinced but failing to say it aloud, you fight off the warmth heating your face as his car rolls right beside you, following your hasty footsteps while walking.

“Are you sure this is your stop? It’s getting cold!” He shouts, leaning over from his seat to regard you.

This is it. When you had sworn your embarrassment couldn't get any more pathetic.

“I.. I’m fine! Just go!” You shout back, arms waving haphazardly like an embarrassed middle schooler until he finally (and begrudgingly) steers ahead of you, car disappearing in the distance.

At least that’s over. 

And yet, it feels like it’s just the beginning. You simply can’t explain why.

However, your main focus remains upon getting to safety. Safety being home.

The word has never sounded this pleasing before now.

So after thirty minutes running in circles to find your complex, you’re granted that much wanted safety, snuggled up in your cushions and turning on a show with evident delight in the mismatched pair of pajama pants and a hole-scattered top hanging off your shoulder. 

No more Felix thinking, it’s time to relax. 

What a joy.

Well, before your bottomless Pringle’s can abruptly spawns a bottom, hand frantically scurrying in search for more to no avail.

This is the peak of your show! How could someone possibly imagine viewing the climax without coordinating snacks? 

And just when you thought you had ultimately settled, you’re thrown into a torrential debate, one that, after much contemplation (and pacing) across the cold tile of your kitchen, sends you huffing and puffing to the nearest convenience store.  

Slipping past the sliding doors toward the designated aisle, you had yet to realize who else was roaming around the store.

A peculiar blond being that someone else.

It’s when you turn the corner to check out that you practically ram into each other, fear striking every fiber of your being, his eyes equally wide, but more puzzled than terrified—unlike you. 

“Besides, I need to run to the grocery store afterward.”

Crap.

Granted, the probability he lived nearby was likely. 

He's not required to stay a 300 meter radius from you anyway, so getting anxious about this shouldn’t be an issue. You’ll simply (hopefully not) say hi and be on your way.

Except, like most endeavors in your life so far, it is an issue. 

Because one, you’ve positively blasted your chances of avoidance after the entire car experience (which, frankly, you genuinely debate death because of) and two, he’s.. apparently following you.

Wait, he’s following you?

He, as in: Lee Felix, who ultimately fails at being nonchalant. Walking a few paces behind you, eyes quite obviously trained on your figure.

After your frantic rush past him while darting through self-checkout, the footsteps behind you do little to quell your heart’s rapid pace, only worsening with each passing second. 

You aimlessly ignore the sweat oiling your palms, pretending to be occupied with reading a label on your drink, hoping he’ll eventually look away.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he stays right on your tail, enough that while you break into a run through your door, he follows, jarring a foot in the door just as you begin slamming it shut.

Stalker, much?

Wielding the nearest weapon available in a panic, you’re frantic, whacking the unfortunate Pringle’s container with all your might toward the man.

“How.. How are you that fast– Ow! Ow ow- Wait- Y/N-”

Cowering down and covering his head with his arms while you furiously batter the man, it isn’t till a few specific words catch your attention that you stop.

“Your—“ Whack. “Car—“ Whack. “Was finished in the shop!”

Your what?

Hesitantly lowering his arms, Felix wears a sheepish smile, regarding your evidently frazzled, very much frantic appearance.

“For twenty minutes I’ve been trying to tell you.. your car is ready.. in the shop,” He breathes, doubling over with exhaustion. 

Meanwhile, you’re still recovering from your own exhaustion. An exhaustion that urged the realization you just beat up your lifelong love interest with a box of Pringles.. who is now in your house.

Lee Felix. In your house.

What a joy.

“....I’m sorry about your head.”

“No, I shouldn’t have intruded like that.”

You cover your face with your hands, wishing nothing more than to melt into a puddle.

“Are you-” He tips his head down, that kindly confused expression of his no help to your pounding heart. “Are you alright?”

Through your wallowing, your ears burn, voice muffled whilst practically drowning in misery.

“Give me a minute, I’m so embarrassed right now.”

It doesn’t help that he laughs afterward. A low, vocal laugh that rumbles in his throat and does little for your mental health.

Placing the discarded can back on a nearby countertop, you jolt when his fingers wrap around your wrists, gently ushering your hands from your face.

“But I was serious about what I said. Y/N, are you okay?”

Oh how tender he refers to you. Careful, quiet. As if too high of a pitch and his voice will shatter the air. You don’t mind.

Because in all honesty, you haven’t been okay. Nothing has been okay. It feels like you’re working, but what for? You’ve lost the sense of purpose from when you graduated, slowly but surely watched your motivation diminish right before your eyes. 

And you couldn’t do anything about it.

Chasing your tail in circles, round and around and around again has led you right to what you tried to run from in the first place. 

Him; the truth.

And yet, unlike earlier today, you can’t bring yourself to push him away, to ask him to leave. You savor his touch, even if it only lingers on your wrists.

Save me, your skin cries against his grip.

Luckily, Felix joins you in your wavelength, giving you permission to indulge in the abyss of his eyes, fall into the warmth and comfort the past brought in the safety of his arms. 

“Felix?” You verbalize, fragmented bits and pieces of life hidden within the words, muffled against the skin of his neck.

You missed Felix, but you’re starting to think you missed his hugs more.

“Yes?”

“I missed you.”

“Really? How much?”

You want to punch his gut, but you can’t will yourself to move.

“Too much.”

He chuckles, carefully pulling away.

“I have to head out, ‘got work early tomorrow. I can drop you off at the dealership when you’re free?”

Yes. This time, you can say yes. 

Your feelings will never change from how they always were, especially when it comes to Felix. That’s something you have to accept. 

Perhaps tomorrow you’ll get to see him again. 

Or perhaps you’ll wake up in your bed in a few seconds and all of this will be a dream. 

When he turns his back, you pinch yourself to make sure.

All real. 

“Thanks, that’d be great.”

Right before he closes your door, you call out to him again.

“And Felix?”

“Mhm?”

“..Call me when you’re done with work. I’ll pick up this time so… tell me all about those seven years apart.”

At this, he nods—and it’s sort of bittersweet seeing him leave, because this time you know you’ll see him again.

And, though you try, your attempt at sleeping proves useless—caught up in your head after quickly settling in bed, deciding to save everything else for another day.

The ceiling serves as your main muse, eyes unblinking whilst staring upward.

What is Felix doing right now? Your attention flits, scowling to yourself at how much you sound like a clingy girlfriend. 

Could you blame yourself though? You’re like a child waiting for Christmas presents. Except, this Christmas you’re unwrapping years upon years of time apart. 

Fortunately, after a multitude of hours awake, sleep beckons. And as if a split second later, with the morning sun lighting up your room and stirring you awake do you receive a call.

You planned to ignore and roll over, but it’s a specific someone on your mind that urges you to fetch the device.

“Hello?”

“Hey, what’re you up to?”

“Getting away from you,” You groan, pretending not to hear Chris’s chiding that it isn’t healthy to sleep till noon.

And although you were gonna use last night’s experience as an excuse, you decided against it, hoping sooner or later he’d hang up without any more questions.

“Wait.”

Your silence serves as a sign to continue.

“If he’s sleeping next to you right now—”

“No! No Chris what- where did you hear— what?”

Unable to process how he knew about Felix or if he was talking about Felix in the first place, you leave it to the audibly disheveled man to explain himself. 

“Look, I can explain. Sana told me she saw Felix go into your house last night, what was that about?”

Curse how Sana lives so close by. 

“Well, for the record, Dad, he didn’t sleep over. We just uh, talked, like adults do.”

Chris exhales a baffled guffaw.

“Like adults do? Never thought I’d hear that from you.”

“I’m full of surprises, what can I say.”

An additional silence ensues, awkwardly tapping your finger on the mattress.

“We um.. we were catching up.”

The man on the other side of the line grins. You can practically see it through the phone.

“..When you said that, you sounded really happy just now.”

“Huh?”

“When you talked about Felix, you sounded really happy. That’s good.”

You study the ceiling a second time, feeling a small smile and tug at your lips.

“He’s good to keep around y’know.”

Rolling your eyes and adjusting your position to face the window, you stretch your arms over your head.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

You hear the ignition of his car in the distance.

“Whatever you want it to mean,” He chuckles. “I’m glad you got to see him though, I better contact him again now that you mention it, ‘need the Aussies to get together. Call you later?”

“Sure, bye Chris.”

Hanging up and collapsing onto your pillow, you yawn dramatically, gradually rising to your feet to open the blinds.

Then does it register to you this is the most enthusiastic you’ve ever been in a while—especially talking to a Chris—and not intentionally either. 

All of which comes down a single name, the one you were reminded to keep around.

Lee Felix. 

Picking up your phone, you make another call.

You

I’m on the way

Felix

(Felix liked your message)

I’ll be there as fast as I can!! Sorry, ran out of flour last night 😔

You

It’s all good, what’re you baking?

Felix 

Banana cake, want a slice?

You

Yes please!

Redirecting your attention back to the road, you’re careful not to miss the exit this time (as you’ve done endless times in the past). 

Almost to the café you planned to eat at with Felix, your phone lights up once more.

Yet, you forgot to check the number—your good mood diminishing instantly.

“Hey Fel—“

“Y/N, I need you in the office.”

Considering this is your boss you’re talking to, you pull into the parking lot, able to see Felix through the window—dressed to an unbearably handsome degree. 

“But today is my day off, I don’t clock in on Saturday’s,” Relaying the statement, your eyes narrow at the screen.  

“Well you’re going to have to. The office knows how capable you are. we need somebody like you here—we can count on you Y/N.”

You’ve been counting on me, for everything. 

That familiar weight settles into your chest, more and more pressure building at a nefarious level. You feel sick to your stomach, wanting nothing more than to drop the call and walk inside into work-free air.

However, you can’t. This job holds you down (in multiple ways), it’s stable, and provides good income—you can’t afford to drop it. 

But what are you supposed to say to Felix?

Everything feels too overwhelming at the moment, your lungs feel like exploding, using all your willpower to say something.

“..Okay. I’ll be there soon.”

And you hang up, gripping the steering wheel like a vice. 

It’s always like this. The moment you have a good thing, not even a day later everything falls apart. 

Never lasts.

You

Sorry, I can’t make it, work called.

Felix 

But haven’t you worked a lot this week? Why not take today off?

You 

Can’t, see you another time

How selfish, you tell yourself, throwing your phone as far from you as possible.

The moment you get the chance to see him again, he slips out of your fingertips. Or in this case, you let him slip away.

Watching him glance around, delicious slice of banana cake kept in a cute tin in front of him feels heart-wrenching. And you quite literally are the worst person in the world at this very moment. 

Each key your fingers press adds to the exhaustion in your bones, growing greater each inhale and exhale your take, eyes scouring the computer screen.

Being in the office is stifling. You’re trapped in a box, a box that shrinks closer and closer every second, caging you in without hopes of escaping. 

This is your prison, the jail cell you didn’t realize you’d been stuck in till it was too late.

An entire library of documents pile at the foot of your desk, your head aching incessantly. So once the hour hand strikes 10pm, you trudge out the door, more than happy to be in the safety of your car. 

Then you slip, and it all comes crashing down.

As if he read your mind, the one person you’ve been longing for takes over your screen, and your index shakes pressing the green button.

“..Felix.”

The words tumble out, tiny candies filling an already full jar. Too much that the lid can’t even fit on.

“Stay where you are, I’m driving to you right now.”

His response earns a stifled sob, your fist bunching the fabric of your clothing, feebly attempting to calm the incessant beating—seeming to render your lungs with meager air.

No other sentence is spoken even with him on the other line, not until headlights pour over the expanse of your dash—until Felix nearly rips your car door off its hinges to reach you in the driver’s seat.

One hand on your head, the other on your back, he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, your second one in three days. 

It’s all you need. All you’ve ever needed, actually. 

Another heartbeat with yours, your calm before the storm that kept the calm, to know you aren’t alone in your suffering, that you can suffer together.

Ah, you can breathe.

“All these years and you’re still an awful liar.”

You simply squeeze him tighter, the blond’s laughter shaking either of you. 

Guess a single taste can lead to addiction. 

“I hate crying in front of people,” You sniffle, cringing back after seeing his shirt’s tear-stained fabric.

“Lucky for you,” Felix tuts, gathering your face in his hands, smiling. “I’m not people, just Felix.”

You roll your eyes, swollen condition of your eyes and cheeks not helping the irritable portrayal.

“I’m sorry, Lix, I’m so sorry. I wanted to see you so bad but work called and they keep piling—“

“Shush.” 

He presses a finger against your lips.

“For one second, don’t think about work,” He exhales, face pursed in focus, fingers smoothing the crease lines of your brows. 

“I know you’ve been overworking yourself. I’m not your best friend for no reason,” Felix sheepishly smiles, hand slipping from by your forehead down to your cheek, stroking the skin there softly. 

Again and again, he watches you break. 

Then, he picks you up all over again.

“Can you.. can you understand my frustration? It feels like everyone loves their jobs, but in the end, no matter what I do, I’m stuck in this constant cycle of hell. I can’t escape Felix, I can’t escape.”

Your voice dons into that of panic, into an hysterical fit of tears and rapid breathes, only able to focus back on the man before you after he shouts your name for the fourth time.

“Nuh-uh, no crying. The world isn’t ending, so no tears, hm?” Thumbs smoothing the flush of your under-eyes, he pulls you to his chest, hand gently rubbing your back while another cards through your hair.

“..Are you my mom or something?” You croak irritably.

Felix shakes with another bout of laughter.

“No.”

He slightly pushes you back where you can see his face, brows creasing in a focused, serious manner.

“I’m Felix, your best friend, remember? And I don’t want my friend to cry, she has too pretty of a face for that.”

“But what if her world’s ending?”

“I won’t let that happen.”

And the building blocks are stacked once more, barely able to hear his voice amidst your heart, forging itself free of its cage, your ribs.

“Y/N, look at me angel.”

Of course you follow, you know you always will.

“You aren’t required to cater to everybody, you can’t cater to everybody, no matter how hard you try. You’re human, and humans need to do human things, they need to live, experience exciting experiences. That’s how you make the little time we have here worthwhile.”

He tips your chin up, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“So don’t cage yourself up, please. And,” His voice gets cut off, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. 

Debating, thinking.

“Let me help you fall in love with life again.”

As if I’m not already in love with you. 

If only you knew the same thing occurred in his head as well.

Felix drove you home, and for a second, over the span of a week, it seemed as if everything was finally back to normal.

Then you received a call from such a man, on your beloved Sunday afternoon, asking a rather whimsical sort of question you never anticipated. 

No, you exaggerated.

“Are you free tonight?” 

Oh. Oh.

Staring at the assortment of DVD’s scattered around on your comforter, you act as if you’re oh so busy instead of planning to rot watching Dead Poet’s Society for the thousandth time.

“Uhhh think so, why?”

Felix clears his throat.

“Well, my baking place wants you— no, I want you, no, wait—“

Your heart speeds up at the sudden confession, bursting into laughter as he sputters over his words like a child. 

“Will you.. meet me at the bake shop? If you can’t it’s fine I mean I’m sure you’re preoccupied-“

“No!” You shout, not intending to be so loud, shrinking in on yourself. “I mean, no, I’ll be there. Give me ten minutes.”

Well, ten minutes might’ve been a stretch considering how animalistically you lunge at your hamper, sorting through clothing despite being aware Felix has likely seen every single one of your outfits a million times before

Doesn’t help this is pretty much an unofficial date. Or, hopefully those were his intentions.

Regardless, you don’t plan on wasting a chance like this again.

Standing on the sidewalk, hands situated in the pockets of a midnight black jean jacket paired with coordinating slacks is Felix, his face breaking into a smile upon seeing you.

Catching up with the man, you walk by his side, listening to him talk about meeting up with Chris days prior, about business. 

It’s comforting, this small talk. And for a second, you swear you never left at all.

“And then I told him Vegemite was obviously the better choice but he…”

Words halting, you look to where his attention had been stolen, finding an old woman lingering outside the shop the two of you planned to enter. She wasn’t one of the ladies you’d seen before in your group.

Cautiously approaching the woman, it takes multiple clears of his throat for Felix to grasp her attention.

“Excuse me Miss?” He offers, allowing the woman to grab his hands with her wrinkled ones, eyes squinted to assess his face. “Would you like some help? I’m the owner of this shop.”

Slowly, a small smile stretches her face upward, wrinkles forming around her mouth like the petals of a flower.

“Why.. Why yes, young man. I’m in need of more brown sugar.”

Felix perks up at the request, and you follow them inside with your own smile, cherishing his warmth, his gentleness.

Leaning against the unmanned reception, you find the longer you stare at him describing each ingredient to the old woman, the greater that feeling in your stomach grows, eyes becoming watery. 

Felix, in his loving, patient glory, is the sun. 

He casts his rays over your garden, blooming once wilted flowers.

Forever ago, you believed the two of you sat on entirely opposite hemispheres. He received the day, and you, in your unchanging seasons, eternally remained shrouded in night.

Yet, you forgot the earth tilted on an axis for a reason. And, with time, the sun would rise again.

Lamps briefly illuminating the woman’s exit while Felix helps her outside, you wait till he comes back in to speak, staring at the worried way he ensures she safely heads off through the window.

For a moment, it feels like you’re back in the treehouse, gazing at him as if he painted the stars in the sky. 

You refuse to let your anxiety get the best of you, not when the one person whose presence you’ve been longing for comes back in your life. 

“Felix,” You voice from across the table. He looks back to where you are.

“If I don’t say it now, I doubt I ever will but..I like you. I have liked you, for a really long time actually. More than friends I mean, I like you… more than just a friend.”

He sort of studied you for a moment, and your heart flies up to your throat, rethinking every instance leading to now.

“Took you that long to tell me?” He murmurs, and when you meet his gaze, you note the small grin on his lips, the way honey seems to swirl in the pools of his eyes.

“I’ve been waiting, y’know. For a really long time,” He finishes, donning that sheepish smile whilst walking toward you, an action that causes you to fall stock still. 

Leaning forward slightly, his hands clutch your face, planting the lightest of kisses on your forehead, each of your cheeks, and then your nose, fondly admiring the flush of your skin in the dimly lit room.

“You’re missing something,” You whisper, peeking an eye open. 

Felix cocks a bemused brow.

And what is that?”

Without words, you hesitantly tap your lips, and Felix wastes no time, ensuring you’re as comfortable as possible prior to savoring your taste on his tongue, remnants of sugar clinging to his bottom lip, transferring onto yours each time he tips his head.

You hop upon the countertop, beginning to apologize in case you messed up his workspace before being shushed again by his lips, hands frantically searching to hold his face, expression pinched, eyes squeezed shut.

It feels as if your heart may just burst, beating at a deafening rate in your ears.

There must’ve been something in the sugar.

“Lix?”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to come back over to my place?”

Instantly, his once smugly pleased face dissipates, a hot flush rising up his neck in its place.

“Y..Your place? I mean isn’t it a bit too early to—“

Without elaborating, you drag him off, silencing any of his nervous babbling along the way back to your car.

Nonetheless, it doesn’t take long for either of you to get comfortable.

“..Oh Lix.”

“I can’t- I can’t take it anymore Y/N..”

Sitting beside each other on your mattress, the both of you hold huge containers of popcorn, the newest rendition of “Alien” playing on screen. Felix is coddled in blankets, wincing as the creature gets closer to the girl’s face while you’re already gagging watching the miniature monster crawl out of the bigger one’s mouth.

“This is disgusting!!” He shrieks, hiding his face while you giggle, trying your hardest to watch the grotesque scene. 

This is your third movie of the night, and even after years apart, you can still use even slightly thrilling movies to freak him out. 

Still entertaining, too.

The longer you stare at him, the greater a fondness seeps into your face, into the lines of your smile, the irises of your eyes.

Months upon months you had been searching for your antidote, ignorant to the fact the antidote in question could be a person.

You hadn’t realized how low you’d gone until you had to be dragged back out again.

A hand reaching out, pulling you up when your legs were too weak to move. Kissing you when the words couldn’t come out of your mouth, holding your hand when you needed support.

Lee Felix, wrapped in your comforter now fast asleep, was your brighter place.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

[thetorturedbuckydepartment]

chapter two: making amends

pairing: Bucky barnes x plus-sized!reader

summary: Six months ago, you were appointed to be Head Nurse to the Avengers by Tony Stark. Every day, you count your lucky stars, knowing the horrible past you quickly ditched back in England. It holds you back, restrains you, from getting close to anyone when on your new job.

That's until you met and fell in love with Bucky Barnes. The supposed assassin with a heart of gold, who seems to be eager to get to know you. To peel back your layers piece by piece, but could you trust him once you're laid before him raw and vulnerable?

masterlist

warnings: language, mentions of disordered eating, mentions of past bullying, heavy descriptions of food and eating

word count: 1.8k

Taglist: @scott-loki-barnes @cjand10

A/N: chapter two is here! if you're enjoying pls reblog / like / comment and let me know!! also comment if you want to be added to the taglist!

PREVIOUS PART -- CHAPTER ONE: THE BOLTER

For the next month or so, you do your best to avoid him, even though you ache for him to walk past the infirmary and every time he magically appears like you’ve wished, bruised up from sparring or a cut from cooking, you ignore him.

The second he walks in, you try your best to look busy, or send him off with a quick Bandaid. The injuries he comes in with are never anything serious, and you wonder who he’s here for. Even when another nurse tends to him, you can feel his eyes run down your spine, like you’re the object of his desires. 

It’s so hard to keep yourself away, to deny it when you feel him staring at you like a heavy weight on your back, especially when it creates such a chasm in your chest to turn him away. But he keeps coming back, and your resolve keeps waning and waxing like the crescent moon.

It’s one such instance when you’re restocking the medical supplies like bandages and syringes, when Bucky creeps up on you, as you hum away to whatever song is stuck in your head. The infirmary is completely empty at this point, everyone retiring for the night seeing as there are currently no missions for any of the squad. As Head Nurse, you keep yourself in charge of supplies, diligently noting all the numbers by hand even when FRIDAY can do it for you just as well. 

“Hey.” He breathes, you name entangled in the exhalation. You jump out of your skin, turning around and dropping the large box of gauze you hold, tiny plastic packets ricocheting off the floor. He’s leaning on the doorframe, but immediately pushes himself off, extending both hands toward you, as if to show you he’s unarmed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His adorable face twists in concern, and when your soul finally finds its way back into your body, you let out a shaky laugh.

“It’s okay, James. I just thought I was all alone in here, and I didn’t hear you come in.” You kneel on the floor and start gathering the spilled items back on the floor, and he crouches to help you. Your hand brushes his vibranium one, and you pull away from the spark of electricity that jolts up your spine, but unbeknownst to you, Bucky reads the entire situation quite differently. 

“I wanted to talk to you.” Your eyes flit up and meet his, the look in them indiscernible. What could he possibly want to talk to you about? You find yourself getting lost, stranded in the sea hues of his irises, and you stand up. 

“To me? What about?” He too rises, and the height difference between you and him makes you swallow a gasp, marvelling at how much bigger he is than you.

“Are you afraid of me?” He asks, staring down at his hands facing palms up, his tone so soft it moves you. The space between your bodies has never felt bigger, and you itch to close it.

“No, of course not. Why would you think that?” You take a step in his direction, silently begging him to meet your eyes, no matter how distracting they are. 

“Of my past. Are you sure? Not even a little?” You immediately pick up what he’s putting down, what the forlorn look in his eyes is referring to.

“No,” you assure him firmly, “I wouldn’t be scared of you for that. That wasn’t you. I— I don’t want to bring it up, but…you were used as a vessel for horrible evil. But that doesn’t mean you did it. That’s not who you are, James. Steve loves you, you guys have saved the world time and time again. He trusts you, so does everyone else in this building. Why would I be scared of that?” You tilt your head, searching his startled expression.

“Then why are you avoiding me?” He takes another step towards you, and all of a sudden it’s too short a distance and you take a step back, spine crashing against the shelves and in your haste almost miss the tortured look that paints across his features for a split second.

“I—um…You called me really pretty.” You decide to be truthful. He clearly didn’t expect those words to leave your mouth

“So you skip dinner?”

“What? I…I don’t skip. I just don’t like eating in front of people, and I’m quite busy. You know, being a nurse and all.” Your heart catches in your throat at the fact that maybe he’s figured you out. And it’s true, you don’t attend dinner with the rest of people in your building, and it really is because you don’t like eating in the presence of other people. But… he doesn’t need to know the rest.

“Sure. All three times a day?” You nod, unable to speak as your cheeks light themselves on fire. 

“Oh, come on, just admit it. You’re afraid of me.” He lunges at you, but you don’t move. It’s not him you’re afraid of, just of how he makes you feel. You can’t explain that, it would just be embarrassing.

“I’m not. I already told you.” He’s so close it’s hard to focus when you can smell him and it makes your eyes erratically flutter at just how fucking good his cologne smells, stimulating pretty much all of your sense as you try to hold his gaze. 

Has the colour blue always been so consuming?

“Then why is it that every time I come down here, you do everything in your power to avoid me, or to send me back as quick as humanly possible?” He cradles your head in his human hand, and the warmth radiating off of his body makes you melt.

“You called me pretty.” You repeat. “I thought you were making fun of me.” 

The silence is deafening and you watch the gears in his pretty head turn as he formulates a reply. “I wasn’t. I meant it— I mean it.” You huff out a laugh, shaking it off. “Really, I wasn’t joking, or making fun of you. I mean it, I do think you’re really pretty. Respectfully.” The mild internet reference coaxes a smile out of you.

“Okay.” 

“Come with me. I want to do something with you.” You blink at him incredulously and silently nod, and he grins and takes your hand. You try to not stumble over yourself at the way he’s touching you, or the way he looks when he smiles as he drags you to the kitchen.

It’s quite late at night, and it seems everyone is asleep. “Everyone’s off to do karaoke, or drinks or something. I don’t know, I didn’t ask.” You tug at your sleeves as he fiddles with something on the ridiculously large stove unsure of where to stand or what to do.

“You’re not a fan of large crowds, are you? Me neither. It’s always too loud and hot everywhere —Guess I’m just not like other girls.” He laughs at that, and you smile, the sardonic joke landing exactly as you intended. 

When Bucky turns around, he’s holding two plates of food. “Now, apparently there’s this one really popular show I haven’t watched, I was wondering if you wanted to with me?” You stare at him, stomach grumbling at an embarrassing volume.

“Depends on what show it is.”

“I don’t really remember. It was supposed to be funny? Sam recommended it to me, it’s called Annabelle. Apparently, it’s about a girl and her doll?” A laugh escapes you before you can stop it.

“Is Sam already back to his tricks? James, Annabelle is a horror movie franchise where the main premise is some evil demon possesses a doll and wreaks havoc on whoever has it. It’s not funny, but you can laugh at it. Some of the VFX are horrible, and the jumpscares are cheap.”

“BFX?” He tilts his head to the side as you approach him, smiling at his childlike innocence.

“VFX. It stands for Visual effects, I’m pretty sure.” He processes your words, eyebrows furrowed so cutely you could cry and try to smooth it with your thumb. 

“Oh. Well in that case you can choose. You like burgers, right? I asked FRIDAY what your go-to meal is, and she said you like them. I hope you don’t mind, I made them how I used to, before the world went to shit.” He offers you a meek smile, extending one plate to you, loaded to high heaven with fries that make your mouth water by smell alone. You take the plate, a beautiful sage green decorated with artistic splatters of darker hues, unable to say no.

“Oh. Yes, thank you. You didn’t have to do this, though.” You don’t look up to meet his eyes, too scared of what emotions dwell in them. He wishes you would though, wishes you would look at him longer than in five second bursts. 

“I did. I thought maybe you’d like me a little more,” he chuckles ever so sadly and you finally grant him his secret wish. “What? I do like you, but just… we’ve already discussed it, and unfortunately the only time I’d see you is during meals. It’s not you, James. It’s me.” You move to sit down on the comfortable black couch situated in front of the ostentatiously massive TV screen, waiting for Bucky to join you.

“Then why do you call me James?” He sits awfully close to you, but you don’t mind. Not when it’s cold and he’s so warm. He stares down at you, once again silently begging you to meet his gaze.

“Your third day here, one trainee tried calling you Bucky. You berated him to high heaven and gave him a beating to match. He told me you don’t like people who aren’t close to you calling you Bucky. I don’t think I could survive a beating like that, to be honest.” You laugh, slowly beginning to eat, not worried for half a minute on his thoughts on the matter. He seems more focused on your words.

“You can call me Bucky, if you want. I don’t mind. You’re not a trainee, you’re the Head Nurse of this place, doll. Who would I be to deny the very woman who’ll patch me up the second I get a scratch?” He begins to dig into his food too, and to your joy, you’re not the one eating the most. Not that you’d shame him for it, how on Earth could you when you’ve been on the receiving end of it? But it’s nice to sit with someone who definitely won’t judge you.

“Okay…Bucky.” He smiles at you, bright and dazzling and you’re fucked. Completely, utterly, thoroughly fucked.

NEXT PART

[cinnbar-bun]

hi hi this has to be my favorite one piece writing blog, seriously ur writing makes me so happy 😭🖤

not sure if i can request multiple characters but do you mind if i can get general sfw/nsfw headcanons for jinbe and brook?

sorry i really like weird old men (again love your writing and i hope you have a very nice day!!!!!)

A/n: Aw thank you sweetheart. Please enjoy this~! Also, sorry for not posting for a bit, I’ve been exhausted from work and lost some motivation to write oneshots :( but I just love Brook so much so I had to do this.

Brook + Jinbei General SFW + NSFW HCs

Note: separate relationships, reader is GN, smut headcanons inside. Fluffy mmm.

Word Count: 874

Brook

Brook, ever the performer, loves waking you up or lulling you to sleep with his music. Heck, he’ll even burst out into song throughout the day for you if you wish. He’s your 24/7 skeletal radio.

Sometimes he also does freestyle music and makes up lyrics and beats on the spot about whatever you’re doing or how he feels. They’re usually cheesy and not all that serious, but they never fail to lift your spirits up.

Brook likes to be dramatic in your presence to get some attention from you. Sometimes he’s like a spoiled baby but he can’t help it- you’re too amazing!! And he loves you so much!!

If you’re ever feeling too hot, Brook will always put a hand to your head or elsewhere to help you cool down with his devil fruit powers. He’s your not so little walking ice pack.

Brook, while eccentric, is still an old man at heart so he often likes to treat you and spoil you the old-fashioned way. Kneeling on the main deck as you’re on the top deck while he performs you sweet sonnets and ballads he made just for you. Always wanting to keep an arm around your waist. Walking on the street side of the sidewalk. Buying you flowers at any given moment.

He’s a charming gentleman, and it’s very clear when it comes to you.

That being said, he can still be a pervert and it’s full force for you.

He goes gaga over your body! Literally loses his soul when he even gets a peek of you because ??? Hello??? You’re beautiful??

Beyond just sexually, he adores your body. It’s hard for him to explain the feeling but ever since he’s become just a pile of bones, he’s found a greater appreciation for the human body.

When he’s in bed with you, he wants to explore every inch and crevice of your body. Don’t get shy on him now, it’s not like he even has eyes to stare at you, YOHOHOHO!

Kidding, but really, when you two are getting intimate, he focuses on you and your reactions a great deal. He can’t have sex with you the way a human would, so most of his pleasure is derived from your enjoyment- yeah, he’s still got it.

His phalanges are god tier, argue with the wall!!!

Jinbei

Local dad-friend to the crew, loyal husband to you. You might not even be married but you might as well be, that’s just how sweet he is.

He really likes trying new things with you. Even something as small as a new ice cream flavor makes him happy. It’s rather silly and mundane, but something about doing it with you makes it feel wonderful.

“‘Cereal milk’…? There’s really a flavor for that?!”

And alongside new things, he likes to make traditions for the two of you. He’s a very sentimental man, so it can end up being something like eating that one specific dish you two had on your first date, or having a spot on the ship to sit and cuddle.

Jinbei makes sure you get a healthy amount of fruit in you. He will be casually leaving you a plate of freshly cut fruits and a glass of water beside you. He’s not letting you devoid yourself of essential nutrients and hydration. Will force feed you if necessary.

Okay this is just my headcanon but he’s got old man eyes so if something is in smaller fonts he squints and holds the page up to his face to try and read it. It isn’t until you offer to just read it for him that he FINALLY gives in and has you read it for him.

He’s got a great laugh. A hearty, jovial laugh that anyone in the crew can hear from miles away. Honestly, your jokes might not even be that good, but to him, it’s hilarious. Just being so carefree and funny like this is special to him. Your jokes and funny faces seriously make his day, so please never feel embarrassed to tell him one.

I don’t have a segue for this. He is just a big boy.

And yeah, he knows that he’s huge, which is why he takes extra care to make sure you’re properly stretched and ready to take him.

He never really put too much thought into his body beyond his strength, but he has to admit, he loves when you shower attention and compliment his body. Especially in the bedroom, his face just warms up and he gets a bit prideful. It gets him going knowing his body turns you on so much.

Gentle giant. He’s not going to go feral on you, especially not during the first few times you two lay together. He may consider that sort of thing later, alongside many safety measures.

He does enjoy doggy, but also, he finds it so sexy when you ride him. Forward or reverse, it doesn’t matter. It’s also a pretty good compromise because he can let you set a pace while joining with you to get it “rougher” if you so wish.

Lots and lots of praise from Jinbei, all whispered lovingly into your ear as he’s pounding into you <3

[yuujiheart]

Those anons plus your analysis are really good. Have you seen Jujutsu no Kaisen (this one uses AI and stolen fanarts lol), Jujutsu two Kaisen and another alternate ending (this one doesn't have a name yet)? All these fan endings are just constant gojo glaze, it's okay to do what you want but they are claiming to "correct" Geges story LOL

Absolutely none of them cares about Yuji's being inspired by Nanami, Choso, Todo, Wasuke, save Megumi....no. The third fic is basically gojo and Yuji fighting together against Sukuna (God forbids yuji vs Sukuna)

I'm happy the animation director seems to love heian Sukuna and Sukuita , as well as people rejecting those fan endings and seeing how those fanboys are actually worse and didn't understand the story. I also dislike how they try to make Sukuna a One note dumb guy and completely ignore how much he suffered too

I bet they won't even add too many Sukuna and Yuji interactions because it would humiliate their Gojo/Sukuna headcanons ones

I knew about jujutsu no kaisen although I blocked them the moment they announced their plans and forgot about them completely ... I was forced to remember them when moots put that on my timeline... Didn't want to waste time reading whose sole purpose was to glaze gojo and insult gege.... So unfortunately, yeah I did see those posts about using AI and stolen fanarts..i don't know if that's possible but looking at the "content " they have produced I don't think they are very serious about this. Coz I have read aot no requiem and it was a good read honestly although I wasn't really familiar with fandom's reaction....

It feels like they are trying to make money through it somehow using gojo and jjk popularity.. Since you know there will be no new jjk content before anime comes out......

But I haven't heard about the other two fics at all. This is my first time hearing that there are other attempts to change the ending along with jujutsu no kaisen. ... Well lucky me I guess... But my feelings are the same. I can't see this as anything but a money making tool... Plus they can never write interactions and dynamics like gege... Gege has this talent to express the exact emotion in a few words. Yuji sukuna art is the best example... Sukuna saying " Abominable righteousness, refuge of the soul" perfectly expresses what he actually felt about yuji without going on a rant/ monologue about how yuji is different or something else.

And I am pretty sure that those who are solely focussed to gojo glaze can never do something like that.. And don't worry if they don't focus enough on yuji. It would be fine coz no matter how much they try to do their gojo sukuna thing,remember its yuji who's on those giant billboards and in newspaper on Christmas Day not gojo...

Yeah, that yuji sukuna art was so good.. It's pretty obvious they are dying to animate heian sukuna ... But you know what's the best part...

He's the one who was responsible for these two scenes... He made these ordinary scenes more sexy... Now imagine him being in charge of scenes where sukuna was being handsy with yuji.. Aaaaaaaa even thinkin about it fills my stomach with butterflies.. We gonna eat so fkking good anon 😋😋😋😋 ... Honestly I was thinking of deleting this acc as I feel it has achieved its purpose but now I am not sure... Lol

Thank you anon but it's just like you said the questions were good so answers automatically became good.. Otherwise I would just keep yapping about sukuita..

[musings-of-a-college-dork]

Hear me out. HEAR ME OUT.

Some angst…but like fluff idk OKAY.

Say the reader and Eddie are in the upside down and the reader gets separated from everyone and is presumed dead, but had escaped through another way. Ya know all sad etc cause eddie thinks he’s lost his soulmate, but when the fundraiser at the end of the show happens it could be he’s placing posters up of them…then BOOM reader appears and it’s all tooth rotting fluff etc

I Thought I Lost You

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Word count: roughly 1.5K

Eddie lost his partner in the Upside Down and his friends convince him to put up a Missing Person flyer.

Warnings: SEASON FOUR SPOILERS, angstyyyy but fluffy at the end, mainly just spoilers, and serious divergence from canonical plotline

Author’s note: So sorry this one took me so long to write but I love a good piece of angst melted to fluff!

The past two days had felt like years. After the world had literally cracked open many citizens of Hawkins had begun evacuating but many stayed. They stayed out of hope. Hope that those they thought were lost may come back.

Eddie was one of those such people. When he had returned along with Dustin to meet up with the rest of the group, Steve was the one who had to gently break the news that Y/N…they had gotten separated and…well...

Presumed dead. Those had been the words people had been saying about them. About everyone who had been lost. Of course, Eddie knew it made sense. Most of the people missing had to be…but Y/N… He had been inconsolable. When Steve had broken the news there had been no reaction. None. None whatsoever. He hadn’t cried or yelled or broken down. He had just gone quiet which for Eddie was scarier than any of the other things combined. He knew they couldn’t go back to find them. He knew that. And so he had simply said nothing and shut himself away in what was left of the trailer without a word to another soul.

Dustin had come by the check on him a couple of times and each time Wayne said he wasn’t eating, sleeping, or speaking - he hadn’t even had any music on. Eddie truly felt like the world was crashing down. He couldn’t explain it but it was so much worse than when his mom had died. He was young then and it was a disease. There wasn’t anything he could do about it. But here. With Y/N. You could have been with them, his mind reminded him for the thousandth time, you could have stayed with them and not let them out of your sight. You could have protected them. But you didn’t. You had to go and play hero with Dustin. And now they’re dead because of you.

On top of all of that, people were still blaming him for the murders that had happened. The police had been by several times and had asked Wayne to speak to Eddie. Wayne had explained the situation and had begged for time. The department surprisingly gave him to his request and he figured it was solely because they had so many other things going on and Eddie truly hadn’t moved since the day of the split.

When Wayne told Eddie the police had been by, he hadn’t said a word. Merely nodded to Wayne and turned his focus back to the polaroids he had of Y/N, the same ones he had been flipping through for days as if looking at their photo would bring them back. And in that moment, Wayne felt fear. Fear because he realized without his soulmate, Eddie was starting to not care what happened to him. “I lost them,” He had told Dustin when the teen had finally coaxed him into speaking at Wayne’s insistence, “I lost Y/N, and now…Dustin, they were my world. What’s the point when my life has already been lost?”

After Dustin had told Steve about Eddie’s complete collapse, Steve had talked to Robin who had somehow managed to convince Eddie to come with her and Steve and Dustin to help out at the high school where everyone had basically created a shelter. Anyone who had lost their homes, or family members, or needed food, supplies, or medical attention was there. It was the bulletin board of Missing Persons Robin mentioned that was ultimately what convinced Eddie to go. Along with his friends, he had managed to create a missing poster for Y/N, convinced that maybe, maybe if he made the poster someone would find them and they'd come back to him. His friends had been silent as they helped him, knowing the chances of them coming back from the Upside Down were…well…

But he had done it anyway and it had gotten him out of bed and that in and of itself was something to be grateful for.

The nerves had boiled up in Eddie’s stomach as they had arrived at the high school. The four of them had taken Steve’s car along with a few boxes of items to donate - sheets, clothes, toys - and the flyer for Y/N. The drive had been silent and so was the walk in. Eddie tried his best to ignore the stares he received as the group passed by, holding his head up high…well as high as he could with the sinking feeling that had taken up permanent residence in his chest.

“Hey,” Robin had whispered when she watched him get caught up in his own mind. “We’re gonna put up the poster for Y/N, drop this stuff, and then we can go-”

“No,” he shook his head, “I…I want to stay. To…help.” She had gone silent after that and Steve and Dustin didn’t protest. As they walked in though, Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes from the missing person’s board. Dustin watched as his focus totally shifted, turning his attention to Robin and Steve.

“You two go on ahead,” Dustin said with a nod. The other two teens hesitated for a moment but Dustin shooed them along as Eddie continued to stare at the board.

“You wanna go put it up?” Dustin said as he looked at the flyer Eddie was clutching in his hand.

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, his voice barely audible, “But…” Dustin watched as his gaze shifted to the police officers.

“Eddie, man,” Dustin placed a hand on his DM’s shoulder, turning Eddie to face him, “You didn’t do it. You’re just gonna go over there and put up the flyer,” He still seemed unsure leading Dustin to sigh, “Here I’ll come with you. Ok?” Eddie nodded again and took a deep breath before following Dustin’s lead and heading over to the board.

“Uh hi,” Dustin greeted the officer who looked between him and Eddie for a moment but didn’t say anything, “We have a missing person poster to put up.” The officer eyed them both once more and went to say something before clearly thinking better of it.

“When did this person go missing?” The officer asked as he held his hand out for the poster. Eddie hesitated to hand it over but with some urging from Dustin, he did.

“The day of the earthquakes,” Dustin said, not quite sure what else to call them. “They were near one of the sites so…we…yeah.” The officer let out a little hum before turning his focus to the paper. His eyes narrowed as he squinted at the photo before they went wide.

“Something the matter?” Dustin asked, “Have you…do you know anything about-” The officer cut Dustin off with a point as he gestured to one of the medical stations. Dustin and Eddie both turned at the speed of light to find a figure sitting in a chair that the cop had pointed to. They were chatting with the nurse who seemed to be checking their vitals, a soft smile on their face as they seemed to make conversation. They looked worse for wear, still in the clothes they had been wearing when they went to the Upside Down. Bruises and scrapes as well as a ton of dirt littered their skin…but they were there. Dustin could watch all the blood drain out of Eddie’s face. It was like he had seen a ghost. And in Eddie’s mind, his fear was that he had.

“Y/N,” was all he said before he began to take slow steps toward the figure. They didn’t notice him as he approached but the nurse did, looking at him with a confused gaze. Y/N must have caught her glance as they turned to look and…

They had the same dumbfounded look. They took a moment to just stare at him, mouth opening and closing as he approached, step by step. This continued for a moment before they stood up on shaky legs as if they could have been blown away by the wind.

“Eddie?” They asked in a cautious tone, their voice shaking as they spoke.

“Oh my god,” he murmured before they were in his arms, holding them with everything they had in them.

“Eddie I thought-”

“But you were-”

“We lost-”

“Y/N we thought you-”

“I know but I was-”

“Where have you-”

“How is-”

The pair couldn’t form full thoughts and the nurse simply backed away to allow the pair a moment as tears brimmed in both of their eyes.

“Y/N, we thought you were…” Eddie couldn’t finish the thought as he felt Y/N squeeze him even tighter.

“I know,” they nodded as they pulled him in, “But I’m here. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

And Eddie knew they spoke the truth at that moment. He knew whatever came next was going to be a hard battle. The fight to prove his innocence wasn’t going to be easy. But with them by his side, his life and his soulmate restored, for the first time since Chrissy’s death, he thought he may have a fighting chance.

And she's done! Again so sorry this took so long but I hope it's sorta what you were looking for!!!!

[quill-pen]

It’s just dawned on me that he first time Bess might realize her soul-sister is smitten with a gent is because Connie talks in her sleep.

So one day, Bess is in the cottage kitchen while Connie is conked out on the couch, exhausted after a long shift at the coffee house. Bess goes to put a blanket over her, and finds Connie smiling to herself and … giggling in her sleep. Then she sighs and goes, “Oh, Mr. Scrooge~”

Well, it’s definitely … that type of dream. Her hands grip the pillow and she’s definitely pleased, haha. At this point, he’s just a tall, handsome, kind gentleman from the coffee house who seems to stop in often to see her.

As the relationship continues, it changes from “Mr. Scrooge” to “Ebenezer”, and “Adonis.” Then, finally, “my Adonis.”

Once Con and Adonis are serious, Bess gives him a teasing little pointer: “Just a note … she talks in her sleep.” 😏

He isn’t sure why that’s relevant until he wakes up to the sound of her giggling, moaning, and writhing softly beside him as she sleepily recites his name. And SUDDENLY Bess’ little statement makes sense.

Okay, but, no, this is actually so cute and funny!😂 Bess snores; Connie sleep-talks.

I can just imagine after that first time when Connie wakes up from her nap, she finds Bess in the kitchen making tea and some snacks. Bess smiles nonchalantly at first, all, "Have a good nap?"

Connie beams back. "Oh, very good!"

Bess smile turns a little cheeky as she butters some bread. "Mmm, good, good. You, uh, you have any dreams?"

Connie blushes a bit. "Yes. I usually seem to. Never really remember them much, though." That's a little bit of a fib.

Bess sucks her teeth. "Darn. From the way you were giggling and moaning, I woulda thought Mr. Scrooge would make for one of the more memorable dreams."

Connie snaps around to look at Bess in alarm and maybe try to refute such a claim, only to find Bess giving her a shit-eating grin and wagging a finger at her. "Naughty, naughty," she teases. "You can't lie your way out of a wet dream experience when you're a sleep-talker!"

Connie might end up opting to take most of her naps in her room after that. At least there's more privacy.😅

But that doesn't mean Bess misses out on witnessing that sleep-talking transition. Bess keeps a quiet tally of the ones she hears and gently teases Connie at each change as the relationship goes on. "So, you're calling him our nickname for him in bed now, are you? I'll bet he puffs up about that." It's almost like a metric system from the relationship, and Bess loves to record it and witness her soul-sister fall deeper and deeper in true love.

And of course Bess tells him about the sleep-talking but leaves out the warning of what it's usually about. For all Adonis knows, he's going to regularly hear Connie mumbling mumbo-jumbo at 1 in the morning or having a rousing but completely flummoxing discussion with alien rodents in the wee hours. Or maybe she'll start asking him questions about worms; he's heard that's a thing women will ask about for whatever reason.

But then he hears his name and the moans and, suddenly, Bess' little smirk makes complete sense.

[humanitysstrongestsoldier1]

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒. | 𝐺. 𝑆𝑈𝐺𝑈𝑅𝑈 x Reader

TW: cursing, explicit sexual content, death

AO3 LINK!!!

Summary:

अभी ना जाओ छोड़कर कर दिल अभी भरा नहीं (Abhee na jao chhodakar kar dil abhee bhara nahin): "Don't leave now, your heart is not full yet." - Asha Bhosle and Mohammed Rafi, Abhi Na Jao Chhod Kar, RRKPK Ver.

Regret.

It's a powerful thing that can tear a human down.

My regret? I was not able to save my best friend, my love, from the darkness that threatened to consume him.

He came to me in the night, claiming the very thing he had a grasp on since the moment I met him.

I just wish I could have stopped him then and there before he left me for good.

I wish I could have told him that there was no need to build a new world when he himself was my world, my home.

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Notes:

Yokoso, watashi no Tumblr society...

i literally forgot this existed until i opened my google drive lmfaoo

yeh i had to use that song lol

translations will be in parentheses

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“(Name)! You have to eat this cake; it's literally so good!” Gojo shouts from across the room, a beaming smile on his face.

“I will! Later, I promise.” I yelled back, and I got a happier smile from him again.

Satoru and Shoko had planned a little farewell party for me because of the fact that I was going to continue my studies in England. Nanami was also here, but like me, he chose to sit in silence, lightly sipping from the champagne in his glass. Other people that I knew from college and Jujutsu High were present as well. Even though my home was bright and lively, something was missing. Or, in this case, someone.

Suguru Geto. The calm to my storm.

I had the fattest crush on him in high school, and I'm sure he knew. That's why he flirted and teased me a lot. But beyond that, he was always there to listen to my little nerdy talks. Or even my rage talks. He would just sit there with a gentle smile on his face, ready to digest some random information about astrophysics. Hell, he would even ask questions afterwards. He was the peace in my chaos. Until he became chaos itself. The news of his massacre and defection did not shock me as much as I hoped it would. After Riko and Yu's deaths, he was slowly falling into a pit of darkness. With Satoru out on solo missions and me being busy with college applications and entrance studying, we weren't there to give him a hand to pull him out of that abyss. To this day, that is still Satoru and my greatest regret.

I thought our bond was unbreakable; he himself told me so.

One night, I was woken up from a nightmare at Satoru’s house during a sleepover. In that god-horrid vision, Satoru and Suguru had left me dead. I still remember the words Suguru said in the dream: “Leave her; she's no good for us.”

It was really hard for me to sleep after that, so I headed to the kitchen and found Suguru drinking a glass of water. I explained to him what happened, and he held me, his arms around my body and legs tangled for the entire night. He helped me sleep and promised that he would never leave me. Now that “promise” turned out to be futile. That unbreakable bond that tethered our souls was split, yearning to be joined again.

“You're thinking about him, aren't you?” Nanami said, lightly tapping my knee with his, gaining my attention.

I looked at him with blank eyes and said, “I don’t know what you're talking about, Kento.”

“It's okay to miss him; we all know how close you two were.”

“Leave it. Don't speak of him.”

He hums, acknowledging my privacy on the matter, before whispering with a gentle voice, “Even though you are miles away after today, know that I'm here for you. Because I know how much of a hassle it is to talk to Gojo, please never hesitate to speak to me if it's a serious matter.”

A small smile came upon my face, and I gently bumped into his shoulder with mine, an act of gratitude. “Thank you, Kento.”

“(Name)! Nanamin! Get the hell over here! We're starting cards against humanity!”

The two of us headed over to Satoru’s excited ass, who was reading the manual. That night was going to be my last night with them. 5 years is a long time without my closest friends, so I would cherish this night without any regrets.

—

“But (Name), I don't want to leave you. Even though I'm going to see you in the morninggg!” A drunk Satoru whines, hugging me so tight that it felt as if my lungs were going to pop.

“Sa-To-Ru.” I said, struggling to put his name together with the lack of air. I slowly pushed him to the threshold of the front door, trying to get him out. Unfortunately, his 6’3 ass would not budge.

“I got him (Name), don't stress.” Shoko says this from outside. She grabs the back of his shirt, pulls him the fuck out of my house, and waves good-bye.

Laughing lightly, I close the front door and head to my room for a quick shower. As I entered my room, the aura of it felt off. It was as if something that wasn't supposed to be there was present. Ignoring the feeling, I headed over to the closet to pick out some clothes, but before I could, a large hand grabbed me by my waist and pulled me flush against their chest. I realised it was a very tall man, around the same height as Gojo; it would be hard to escape. I thought of screaming, but it was as if he read my mind and put his other hand over my mouth. The arm around my waist forced me to turn around, and I was met with the very eyes I fell in love with.

Suguru Geto.

His hand fell from my face, and he took two steps back, allowing me to truly see him after so long.

“What are you doing here, Suguru?”

“Can’t I see my girl before she leaves?” He says this, smirking and tilting his head.

“I’m not your girl. I could have been, but you lost that right after you committed mass murder and betrayed your friends.”

“It was necessary. For the world I'm trying to make for you and for us, it damn well must be necessary.”

“Tsk, get yourself and your twisted philosophies out of my house.” I gritted my teeth at his response.

“Please, you are going to be gone for a long time. Let me hold you as I once did.”

“Out of kindness and the love I held for you, I won't tell Satoru or Yaga about this little visit. It's best if you leave; I would like my last night here to be in peace.”

“Held? The love you ‘held’ for me? Darling, I think you mean ‘hold’ for me,” he grins.

“I don't love you, Suguru, not when you left me, craving your touch.”

“Is that so? Then surely your heart's rapid pace and the blush on your cheeks are just my imagination, right?”

I take a step forward, raising a finger at him. “Listen here, you bastar-”

I was interrupted by his arm pulling me from my waist into his chest. I gazed into his dark eyes, and somewhere in there I found desperation.

“You're mine, (Name). You always have been. No matter where you are—two miles or even countries away—you are mine. I’m here to claim what is left of you, the part that I always held a right to.”

I shuddered against him, my fist curling around his white button-up shirt. “And what's that?”

“Your heart.”

In a flash, his lips were upon mine. Cold but dominating enough to envelop my warmth with his. He took the entirety of me in, his tongue clashing with mine. Small moans drifted from my voice, disobeying my heart's call. As much as I tried to push myself away, subconsciously, this was where I was meant to be.

My swollen lips finally pulled away. “Sugu, please.”

“Let me have you tonight, please. Let me revel in your touch; our bodies as one.”

“I can't, Sugu. I would be betraying my righteousness.”

“Virtuousness is fleeting. Love is eternal. We are eternal. Please (Name), let me show you the pleasures of this world. Let me make you mine, so no one in this world can ever lay a hand on you.”

If my friends could read my mind at this time, they would label me a selfish sociopath. But tonight was my last night, and if I come back five years later and he's not here, then saying no would be a mistake. Plus, high school me would be begging to say yes.

“Fuck it.” I whisper, quickly pulling him by the collars of his shirt and smashing my lips on his.

His hand made it to my ponytail and took off the band, making my hair cascade down my backless dress. His hands tangled in my tresses, pulling my hair back and breaking the kiss. His wet lips sucked on my neck, leaving dark bruises that would take weeks to disappear. As he continued his ministrations I made my way to his button-up, opening and taking off his shirt. Gliding my hands over his pecs, I could feel his intense heartbeat, saying one thing: my name.

“Hold on to me.” He whispers against my skin, grabbing my hips and wrapping my legs around his waist. He made his way over to my bed and gently placed me on it, hovering over me. He gazed into my watery eyes.

“If I had just told you that I loved you earlier, maybe, just maybe I-”

“Sugu, right now, it's just us. Don't focus on what could have been; focus on what can be.”

He blinked his thoughts away and dragged the chain of my dress down, my bare form meeting his eyes. The dress was thrown to the side of the room by him, while his eyes never left my body. His lips went towards the middle of my breasts, to where my heart was.

“Mine.” He whispered against my skin, feeling my heart. He continued kissing down my stomach, leaving hickeys behind. His hands curled around the band of my underwear and pulled them down.

"Suguru, please be gen- oh my god." I was cut off by the feeling of his wet lips sucking on my clit.

I took off the rubber band holding half his hair up and ran my hands through his black locks. His lips unlatched, and his tongue replaced the actions. Small whimpers released from my throat, and I yanked his hair by mistake, causing him to groan and sending the vibrations through my lower body.

“Fuck Sugu, just like that baby.”

He didn’t stop; he didn't even go faster; he was making me writhe under him because he knew that he couldn't stay for long, so his first priority was to embed memories of this night in the best way possible. Slowly and agonisingly, he licked a stripe up my slit and came up to look me in the eyes.

Tears fell from my face, and I was blushing profusely. “You look so pretty, like this baby. You wanna tell me what you want?

I bashfully turned my head to the side, and he chuckled at my antics. Suguru hooked a finger under my chin and ushered me to gaze into his eyes. 

“Don’t be shy now; I want to hear you say it.” He whispers. His beautiful lips curled into a smirk.

I blink away my tears, and with a shaky voice, I say, “I need you in me, Sugu.”

“That's it, my love.” His lips meet their way back to mine, and I moan into his mouth, feeling his tongue toying with mine. His hands make quick work of removing his pants and underwear, leaving us both bare in the dark room.

Breaking the kiss, I move my hand down to his seeping cock and smirk while looking into his wide eyes. “My turn."

I slowly move my hand down his shaft, feeling his slick moisten my hand. My thumb grazes his tip, which is leaking precum and he whines into my neck.

“ Fuck , (Name) please, I need-”

“Go on,” I interrupt, smiling at him.

Suguru gives me a quick peck on my lips and aligns his cock to my sopping cunt. His tip moved up and down my slit, gathering the spit and cum to make his way into me. He slowly thrust into me, letting me adjust to his girth. My nails clawed at his toned back, and I moaned at the filling feeling. He hooked his hands behind my knees and pushed them flush against my chest. His cock went even deeper, reaching places that made me see stars. He started moving faster, his balls slapping against my ass, and the squelch of my cunt echoed throughout the silent room. Suguru’s quiet whines and my moans created a harmonic melody that was pushing me to bliss.

“Y-you hear that, baby? F-f-fuuckkk! You take me so well, gods .” He says this as his lips kiss all over my neck.

“Sugs, I can’t- hold- oooh fuck baby pleaseee. ” I couldn't form words as he went even deeper, stretching me out completely. My back arched off the mattress, and he growled at my cunt clenching around his cock. His thrusts became more erratic, and he was reaching his end, as was I.

“Fuckk (Name), cum with me, please; I need to fill you up.” He groans into the crook of my neck.

My pussy clenched at his words, and he took note of that: "Oh, you like that? Wanna be stuffed full of my cum?”

I meekly nodded, unaware of the consequences that may show up later.

"Oh, sweetheart, imma pump you so full of my kids, gonna see you get all swollen and cute, yeah?”

"Ahh, Suguru, fuck, I cant-” I moan, unable to construct sentences.

His body curved and pushed further, and his hips pressed hard against me, shooting his load inside my gummy walls. The sensation of his cock and the warmth of his cum just added to my orgasm, and I came hard around his cock.

Suguru slowly pulled out, and I whined at the empty feeling: “I’m not going anywhere, sweets; I just gotta get you cleaned up.” He whispers against the skin of my forehead, placing a kiss on it.

I hum lightly and smile into his warmth. Fatigue was slowly crawling over me, and I wanted to fall asleep in his arms.

In a minute, he quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel, wiping my thigh and sensitive folds. He walked over to the hamper and discarded the towel into the laundry.

“Suguru?” I said, reaching out to him. “Don’t leave me like this.”

He gently smiles, walking over to my bed and crawling under the covers. His arms pulled me closer to his warm body, and he wrapped the huge blanket over our bodies.

I tucked myself under his chin, and he kissed my head before whispering, “I would never.”

“I love you, Suguru.”

“I love you too, (Name).”

That night was the most peaceful rest I had in a long while. The gentle beating of Suguru’s heart and the warmth from his body lulled me into tender sleep, where the stars watched over our resting forms.

(In the Morning, at Airport)

“(Name) don’t go, pleasee.” Satoru says, tightly hugging my body, which was very sore from last night.

Suguru had stayed for breakfast and headed out when he saw Gojo and Shoko’s cars. He left with a kiss that I would remember for lifetimes.

Gojo and Shoko helped me pack all of my clothes and drove me to the airport. Throughout the entire car ride, Satoru was whining about me leaving. It was cute, to be honest. Satoru is my best friend, and I would miss him so much, so I just held his hand, calming him down.

“Satoru, we talked about this in the car. I'm coming back! And I promise to call you when I’m free!” I say this while pushing him off of me.

“It’s not enough! Who is gonna make me rasmalai when you are gone?" He proclaims, grabbing hold of my shoulders. Satoru loved my native cooking; Indian food was his new obsession, and the sweets? God. He was obsessed with Rasmalai and Gajar ka Halwa. And he only used to like it when they were made by my hands.

“Bro, the ones from the store are not as good as yours.”

“I’ll facetime you and teach you to make it, okay?” I sigh, caressing his face and smiling.

I move over to Shoko, who grins brightly when I hug her.

“I’m gonna miss you girly.” She says, pushing my glasses (Gojo’s gifted sunglasses) up my nose playfully.

“Me too, Shoko.” I whisper, kissing her cheek and pulling her in for one last hug.

The overhead speaker buzzed, and the announcer declared, “Flight GS831 is boarding; passengers, please head to the gate.”

I sigh and look at both of my friends for one last time. “I love you guys.”

At the same time, Satoru and Shoko both said, “We love you too.”

I smiled as tears welled up in my eyes and turned around, dragging my suitcase behind me and carrying my backpack.

In these 5 years, I will make a name for myself in England and when I come back, I will convince Suguru to start anew with me. To a new future.

And when I set my mind to something, I was hellbent on getting it fulfilled.

(Year 4 of Study, Oxford, England)

I was heading home after a long day of researching Kerr black holes at the astronomy observatory, and my neck was absolutely killing me. These past three days have been hell on earth. With finals coming and my thesis paper coming to a conclusion, life hasn’t been exactly easy.

I have been getting calls from Satoru, which really helps bring a laugh to my serious lifestyle. Shoko calls every now and then; she has been interested in the process of getting a biology degree to help with her role at Jujutsu Tech. Kento also calls every now and then. He goes on about Gojo’s annoying ass and how he misses my scolding towards him. He kept his promise of being there for me when I needed it and truly helped me ground myself on the most stressful days. and, of course, Suguru. He doesn't call as often as Satoru, but when he does, we go on for hours. He loves listening to my research and the things I find. It reminds both of us of our high school days, when we used to stargaze.

He had called me a couple of days ago, sounding more serious about his “new world.” I didn't say much about it because I knew that he wouldn't listen. But for some reason, the days after that call, were full of unspoken caution–or fear…

I opened the door to my apartment and headed to my study, dropping my backpack off before heading to my room for a hot shower. The winters in Oxford had their bite, and today was no exception. The feeling of the hot water on my body calmed my stressed muscles, and the tension in my head dimmed down. Stepping out, I did my skincare and moisturised my body thoroughly, especially in this winter. I headed to my bed and plopped down on it before opening my drawer and getting my iPad out to read The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins. I was deep into the book until I felt the buzzing of my phone underneath the blanket. Checking the caller, it was Satoru. He always face-timed, so I was confused as to why it was a normal call.

A feeling of foreign dread washed over me for no reason at all. I didn't even know why he was calling, but I knew it had to be something bad.

Hesitantly, I swiped over the button and picked up the call.

“Hello? Satoru?” I asked quietly.

I heard a sharp breath being taken by him. “Hey sweetcakes. Are you doing alright today?”

Satoru’s voice sounded so tired. It lacked his charm, and he was unusually calm.

"Yeah, I'm doing fine, you?” I ask.

“I want to say that I'm doing okay, but I'm really not.” He says, his voice breaking.

“Hey, hey. What's wrong?”

“It’s Suguru.”

There it was—that dreaded news.

“Wh-what about him, love?”

“H-he.” Satoru took a deep breath before continuing. “He tried taking one of my new students. It ended badly (Name).”

“How bad?” I ask.

“He’s gone (Name). I had to kill him…”

A chill passed over my body, and I froze in shock. My brain shut down, and I couldn't hear Satoru’s voice. His words floated around me, and I couldn't move. Not even a limb. My jaw clenched, and my tears blurred my eyes. A sob left my trembling lips, and Satoru stopped talking. Fat, warm tears dropped down my cheek and onto the screen of my iPad.

“(Name)? Hey.” Satoru said, sounding more concerned. “I'm here, okay, I'm here. I’m not going anywhere.”

I shook off my tears, and I focused on telling Satoru the truth.

“I-I’m okay, ‘Toru. I need to tell you something.”

“Take all the time you need.” He says, assuringly.

I sighed, wiping my tears, and sat up straight to tell him about the night before my flight.

“That night. After the party, he was there.”

"What?" He was taken aback.

“I tried to tell him to go away, but he wouldn't listen. I ended up having sex with him that night. He left the next morning before you two came. He has been calling me for some years, but rarely. I’m so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. ‘Toru, I really am."

There was some silence on the other side.

“Satoru, please. I’m so sorry, I can't explain-" My voice cracked as tears started building up again.

"(Name), I'm not mad. How could I be with my favourite girl? I trust you. I always will. No matter what, okay?” He declares, calming my racing heart down.

I sigh, the pressure dissipating from my body.

“Toru?” I ask.

“Yeah?”

“I love you, you big man child,” I laugh, trying to distract myself from the pain of his death.

Satoru chuckles, understanding my way of distracting myself. “I love you too, sweetcakes.”

I giggle lightly and look towards the window, where a full moon looks at me.

“Hey, tell me about that time travel thing you texted me about.” He questioned.

I get up off the bed and walk over to my window, opening it to let the cold breeze in to cool off my body. I sat down on the long chair in front of it and put the phone on speaker, setting it down on the sill.

“What do you want to know about it?"

“Everything. Tell me everything," Satoru remarks.

“Tu pagal hai.” (You’re crazy) . I laugh, knowing he won't understand what I say. “How are you going to possibly..."

“Hey! Main pagal nahi hoon!” He says, shocking me with his Hindi. (I’m not crazy!)

“...Gojo Satoru… How the hell do you speak Hindi…?” 

“I've been learning since you left; I even have a tutor online.”

“Holy shit…what's your CEFR level?"

“A2!” He bragged. “I’m trying to become fluent so we can gossip. I even learned some curse words hehe~.”

“Gojo Satoru. You never fail to surprise me. Although you do have an accent, I’m honestly really proud. But you still have 3 more Indian languages to learn and 5 more other ones before you can brag about how many you speak. And darling, Hindi ain't even my mother tongue.”

He gasps, “I know, but Guju is so hard, I would have started with your mother tongue but shit, it's deadly! I can’t read or write Hindi that well either. I still can’t believe how you speak nine languages! At least I'm trying you chudail (witch) !”

“CHUDAIL? ABE KAMINE, TERI AUKAD ME REH!” I yell, stunned by his words. (Witch? Hey you bastard, stay within your limits!)

Satoru makes his little devil laugh and continues teasing me. That night was calmer with him.

If he hadn't stayed and talked, I would have been destroyed by the news of my beloved’s death.

But I knew that when I returned home, I would have to come to his resting place. I knew that I would have to say goodbye. But it didn't mean that I would have to do it alone.

(Post PhD. Back Home, at Suguru Geto’s grave)

Satoru and I stood in front of Suguru’s grave, holding each other close. I had made it home and ended up staying at his condo because I dropped the lease on my apartment. We both needed each other, so we thought it was a smart decision to stay close.

I looked at the name on his stone and the epitaph below it. It read, “Astra inclinant, sed non obligant.” Latin for: “The stars incline us; they do not bind us.” I remember when I told him that. It was the first time we went meteor gazing for the Perseids shower. He liked that quote so much that he had it tattooed on his collarbone.

The warmth in my ears increased, and tears fell from my eyes. Satoru took note of this and pulled me closer to him by my waist.

Satoru kissed my temple and murmured into my ear, “I’ll be in the car. Take as much time as you need.”

I nodded stiffly, and he walked away, leaving me alone with Suguru.

All the memories of him and me came flashing before my eyes, and I fell to my knees, clutching my heart that belonged to him. The heart that he claimed.

“Suguru." I whispered to him, the wind carrying his name.

“How could you leave me like this?”

End Notes:

ehehe ehehehe~

i just love the idea of gojo's dumbass speaking hindi, i bet he learned all the curse words and says them to random ppl 💀

okay bye madarchods, love you guys 🤍🩵

[halorocks1214]

okay so i just steamrolled thru detective pikachu returns over the past 2 days because i was sick and had nothing else better to do and right after finishing it i went into the tags and WOWIE the negative reception is very large!! i do understand and even agree with some of it but i just felt the need to get my own thoughts down (again. sick with nothing better to do) so take a peek under readmore for very typical elongated halo ramblings about his fave video game series

for the record i never played the first game (only watched a few clips of it on youtube even) but i did go see the movie in theaters. just figured i'd mention this ahead of time so my favoritism is known and to prevent myself from coming off as a perfectly unbiased reviewer

BEWARE THE SPOILERS BTW

(post-editing note: it be long under here, you have been warned)

to start off YEAG this game is not worth 50 bucks! the story's pacing is all over the place and is very basic, the graphics are not particularly well refined, the characters' expressions do not fluctuate as much as they should (professor gordon in particular ;-; i felt so bad for him), and the voice acting outside of merloch and detective pikachu himself are kinda phoned in! it felt like an early 2000s 4kids dub for real. even the gameplay aspects themselves were rather meh in presentation; the button hitboxes were annoying to deal with and as cool as i thought the "main" mechanics were they were incredibly clunky and the tension they tried to build up in the "solving the case" climaxes was just Not It. there was absolutely no reason for the loading/pauses to take that long

(the pokemon gimmicks were okay tho. i would die for growlithe)

however, this isn't a problem specific to this game. while i enjoyed scarlet it was definitely not 60 bucks material (and when i went back to it for the teal mask i even went "good lord, did it always run this badly?"). i gotta give credit to detective pikachu, at least this game ran properly for the most part and never crashed on me lmao

while that doesn't negate the criticisms i previously mentioned i simply wanted to say that this is going to be a problem for as long as pokemon keeps making money. this isn't me finger-wagging at anyone in particular (i certainly have no room to talk, i did say i liked scarlet), i just wanted to say: yeah, pokemon has been A Mess

"but halo!" you cry. "you talked like the negative reception was overblown! what gives the giant negative paragraph??"

because much like scarlet, i still really enjoyed this game sdfjnsdk. how can i say that with confidence, though, when i largely agree that there were many, many issues to be had with its performance?

the word of the day: expectations

and perhaps this is where my bias comes into it. whenever i play a spinoff game (like snap or pokepark for instance), i don't really go into it for mindblowing gameplay and stories, i do it for the same reason this series has kept me enraptured for over a decade of my life:

the pokemon themselves!!

there are SO MANY little things that the regular games don't go into, and while i have my own headcanons and OCs i can play off of, it is so much fun to see actual canon material acknowledge certain things you've only ever theorized about!!

the whimsicott were so fun to watch float around, the article asking where a furret's tail began and ended made me laugh out loud, the fact that they went hard into the "slowpoke tails are eaten as food" thing, and the "let's not get into that right now" jokes about venonat hunting other pokemon and dusknoir eating souls LIKE. i LOVE when pokemon goes into its more "serious" aspects. i know main series games do it too occasionally but outside of offhanded mentions or pokedex entries, do they go this hard into them? if they do and i'm just stupid pls tell me about it i'll eat that shit up

being reminded of less-talked-about pokemon is always a plus and how can you not pop off when you see one of your faves included in the story? (INTELEON AND WOOPER I'LL KICK THEIR ASSES 4 U) it's simply fun immersing yourself into the world of pokemon and getting a glimpse of what it would be like to have pokemon walking down the street and how that affects everyday life! maybe the story is basic, but it served its purpose and i had fun going along with it!

perhaps it's just my mental illness talking, but walking around and seeing all the pokemon and THEN doing the quiz girl's quizzes was actually kinda nice! even if the puzzles weren't that hard, i can't lie and say i didn't pump my fist when i guessed where the mystery was going like with cramorant swallowing the jewel or how the passimian statues needed to hold different berries. overall, i just enjoyed being reminded of how much i know and what i love about this series

also, the ways they incorporated the movie were pretty baller. i liked how they didn't just do a repeat of the mewtwo plot from the movie and let me tell you, even tho i called it early on, i liked that my suspicions about the aurora drop being deoxys were confirmed!! (i suppose it's not that hard to guess bcs what other pokemon comes from space, but i just recently finished playing omega ruby again and i normally don't think about deoxys a lot so LET ME HAVE THIS)

plus "i heard they made a movie about the R case" MADE ME SCREAM. i thought they were just going to ignore the movie and do their own thing but then they DID THAT. incredible. you can call my expectations low (which is valid) but holy fuck

so the TLDR for those who want this: if you want a sweet but cliche game exploring the world of pokemon with a lot of funny moments + worldbuilding, then this game is perfect for you. if you want a game with a groundbreaking story with graphics to boot, then yeah, you're not gonna find it here. i've even seen people say their own nostalgia of the original spinoff wasn't enough to get them to enjoy this game, so take my words with a grain of salt

i would say just watch compilations of the game on youtube, but not every youtuber is gonna go fully exploring the game for all of its little details, so if you care about that kind of stuff, buying the game is your best bet. also if you don't care about that kind of stuff then you should just ignore the game altogether etc etc anYwAY

as for a TLDR for the TLDR: new pokemon snap is goated and i would say a more enjoyable experience than this game esp if you didn't like it so PLEASE buy it the game's only 30 bucks and you can throw treats at pokemon PLEASE it has so many sidequests and interactions you can partake in PLEASE i prommy i won't bite PLEASE stick your fingers in my enclosure PLEASE PLEASE PLE

[sir-achimus-prime]

Expect the unexpected !!!!

Summary of the story : Y/n and Sans experiment and don't really realize the consequences of their actions after a particularly emotional and difficult event. And well, dear reader , they are made aware in quite possibly the worst way.

Note : Okay , so I was toying around with Undertale Monster's and how they have baby and came up with this. Because it's been stuck in my head, and i'm supposed to be learning another language 🙃 i will also be using Ahhh ! Real Monster baby term Bonsty to reference babies because i'm not 100% sure undertale does . Please correct me know if not, and i'll change it 😁😊

Chapter 1 : Point A ?

So Monsters to my knowledge are made through a bond/strong connection many refer to as 'Love'.

(Yeah , sounds like shit. But Sans and Papyrus lectured us the last-time we voiced our opinions so 'rudely')

So it would surprise you how exactly you found yourself standing beside your best friend at Undyne and Alphy's wedding , who was eating nearly everything on site with hot sauce. He was absolutely disgusted by the idea of eating anything with Ketchup and refused a shot of fire whiskey mixed into either condiment.

As a human , this behavior drew your attention as she blushed deeply wondering what exactly had possessed your friend as you rudely picked him up and dragged him away to question him further , when the flaming hot catdogs began grossing him out.

So ever the Bestest Friend that you are , you dragged him away to your actual house that you were lending to your newly-wed friends for a honey-moon. Your farm was the actual reception and venue , so it was like a 10 minute walk. Once in the safety of your room , you fixed him with a questioning look.

"Heya bubs , ya feelin' fine ?" His eye lights were fuzzy, and knowing him for nearly 8 years. Before a goopy mess of undigested magical food splattered on the floor and her dress .A frown settled on your face before sitting on your bed that you'd told your friends was off-limits as your friend complied "You emotional for Alphy's and Undyne or ya nervous ? You're not still worried about your nightmares are ya ?" Sans buried his face into his suit sleeves as he laid on his back.

"I don't know !! Ketchup's making me sick, and …..Foods not fooding !! And my soul feels weird and ……" he sighed miserably with a frown."Hey , i know ya said it's not possible. But could we …have …ya ….know?" She asked, lying back onto her bed as she felt an indignant glare."No! Biologically-Y/n!!! Be serious !!" She frowned."Hey ! I am ! And I wasn't talking about me !! Is it possible you are ? I don't know lot about monsters , but ya were-" she yelped at the hand firmly against her mouth "Yes-I don't think it's possible for your soul too , and ya have barely any magic Firstly !! And 2nd humans aren't capable of that , you guys are too weak. " she opened her mouth and shut it again as she glumly nodded.

She glanced at her roof. "Whelp, i don't know, Princess. Sounds like ya need to find your Baby Daddy. 'Cuz that sounds strangely what the buns and Dogaressa described before baby monsters spawned. But , that could just be my human dumbness, " she huffed, getting up. Her thouggts drifting and willing them not to she decided to distract and deflect as she recognized that look on his face.

"You should probably take a break. I'll keep Paps and the others distracted while ya rest some…call me if ya need me , yeah ?" She said changing clothes to a pair of jeans and a teal blouse/dress-shirt before yelping when Sans sighed hugged her from behind , his mental protuberance digging into her shoulder blade "I wasn't trying to be mean" she pursed her lips "Not mean. Just snappy , but hey, your freakin' out, and that's fine." She said as her heart squeezed in her chest."You don't owe me anything …It's not like we're exclusive or official…..just an experiment , right ?" She smiled sheepishly.

"I mean you do like the bone-zone , ain't like it's just for me or sumthin' " she said before shaking her emotion off as Sans frowned, shifting to turn her around"Anyways , i'll leave ya too !! !" She smiled as she twisted outta his hold and ducked out of the room hearing the music kick up.

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Later

Y/n found it strange that Toriel was guiding her to her own room. She'd noted she'd disappeared at some point during the party as Undyne danced with Asgore for the Daughter Father dance. And was gone until Papyrus let her settle down for some Cat-Dogs when 'Your Man' by Josh Turner came on and her sister threatened bodily harm if her boyfriend wasn't returned.

She had been munching happily on her hot-sauce and ketchup covered Hot-dog and was currently drooling over her Hot Cat as Toriel had stolen it after she'd reassured her Sans had been fine the last-time she'd checked on him. Which he had been , it wasn't her fault her best-friend was stubborn.

Toriel sighed and stole her Hot Cat , and if she was in a normal non-hungry/lazy mood , she'd have gotten up and made another or simply asked politely for it back. She did the latter, and Toriel had walked away with her beloved Hot Cat as she heard it calling her name.

She hummed as she guided to her room as Toriel ensured that they were alone as she regarded Sans. Who looked weary and worse for the wear , as she had a feeling of dread.

"You okay , Bone-boy ? Seems like ya took Bone-Tired too seriously" she smiled with a teasing lit. Toriel frowned and Sans smiled slightly "hehe , yeah….whatcha doin' tori ?" She glanced upnat Toriel before her….brain connected it all together "Oh ? You found your BD ? Whatcha need ? Want me to beat'em up ? I won't do much but , i can try !" She smiled reassuringly "Oh Tori can i have my Hot Cat ? I made the best concoction known to man and monster kind !!" She drooled as Toriel sighed nodding , she took the plate happily before Sans snatched her Hot-Cat as she gasped in surprise and betrayal before Sans hummed happily.

She sighed allowing her friend to peacefully enjoy her masterpiece and mourn the loss of a beautifully delicious morsel.

She turned to Toriel to allow her friend to eat as Toriel gave her a quizzical look "So Y/n ? What do you know about monster reproduction ?" She paused at that "Ahh well , just what Paps , Sans , Alphy's and ya told me. Babies are made of love and stuff " she said nonchalantly as Toriel cringed "Yes. But you still don't believe it? I'd have thought after sometime…" she frowned at Toriel "Uhhh, i sorta do but , it's ….errr…." She paused looking for words .

"It's foreign to me as a concept. Human babies don't really need that , as long as a male cums. Baby is made , so …it's kinda an older outdated concept" Toriel hummed "But , do you …ermm…Are you intimate with just anyone ?" She shook her head "Not really my cup of tea , why ?" Toriel smiled "So you atleast have a standard of ..a connection with intimate partners ?" She said with a pink blush on her cheeks as she quirked a brow "i-I…..yeah" she said her own cheeks redding "Ummm, but why does my intimate life have with relevance here" she questioned as Toriel sighed.

"Sans is in denial , he is fine but being stubborn. But what he needs to tell you is that he-" Toriel was rudely interrupted and given a very rude look by Sans "That i am fine !" He huffed as you shot him a concerned look as Toriel and Him maintained a glaring contest and wordless arguement before shrugging "Okie dokie , kinda overboard just to tell me that ,bubs. But , ummm, ya want another hotdog or Hot cat ? Or are ya gonna chill in here ? Just stay outta my drawers , yeah ?" She teased with a chuckle before Sans snapped out of it and nodded "No , i'm going to go see what Paps is up too" he said going and going to grab Toriel's hand as they short-cutted away.

She sighed deeply as her heart plummeted to the ground again painfully. As she stared absently out the window in deep thought in regards to her friend. Wondering what was going on and if it was what she believed it to be …how she'd continue with their relationship….how she'd deal with the sudden absence of her friend if Toriel and him had began a new life as she sighed knowing the slippery slope she was nearing before brushing it off.

"It is what it is , y/n ! You can't change anything or anyone" she murmured to herself before joining the party again to help clean up before doing some rounds on her farm to make-sure they were clean and content.

Later on….

Undyne and her had planned a particularly romantic star-watch at the gazebo in her private garden as she waved her friend off with a smile. Before She felt Sans short-cut beside her as she leaned against the large oak tree whilst sitting and balancing on her fence.

She ignored Sans and figured she'd play dumb as she stared up at the stars curiously. "Man, must be nice…"she sighed as Sans snorted, "To visit a garden ?" She frowned "N-Well…. yeah…I meant more the thought of having someone like that …someone that plans stuff for ya and knows ya that well. Undyne planned the star-gazing and stuff, " she sighed."It's kinda like a fairytale, ya know ? Loving someone so much … that ya want to do stuff like that and want the whole world to know , ya know ?" She smiled "My parents always fought or my mother couldn't leave things be , and …I really never experienced something like that or saw it growing up" she said wiping her teary eyes "What about you ?" Sans was silent and gone …as she sighed deeply, fighting the sting of hurt that flashed through her . It felt like her heart and lungs were being squeezed by her ribs as she sighed, deciding to call it a night.

[jess-le-mess]

Feedist Kinktober 2024 - Day 31 (Part 2)

(Prompt: Monster Mash 💀)

(Content notes: fat cis woman main character; thin cis woman love interest; f/f romance; body issues)

(Author's note: So as I said in part 1 for today, this ended up being really long so I divided it up into two logical parts and this second part is mainly romance-oriented. Just wanted my girl Jade to get the girl in the end. Also it refers to a specific event from my Day 10 entry and if you want you can read that here.)

Disco Mermaid, Part 2

Yeah, okay. I eventually figured out what she meant. Sitting alone in the living room and petting Dana's golden retriver was Aurelie, the barista I'd hooked up with and ghosted because she's so lithe and perfect and indie cool and she has all these bracelets and god I figured why would she want some fat sloshy potato like me.

When she sees me, her eyes light up from behind her round glasses. "Jade?"

"A-Aurelie, hey..."

Not sensing the awkwardness or maybe not caring, she pats the chair beside her. "How're ya doing?"

"I'm good, Aurelie. And yourself." I am no longer a mermaid. I am a robot. My soul has left my body. What the hell is this situation. What the hell Dana.

Aurlie smiles. Her teeth are a bit crooked, white, she has an overbite. "Hey, not too bad. Especially now that you're here."

"Uh. Okay. So what is your costume?" I am mechanical. I am robo-Jade now. I can only generate meaning-shaped statements.

"Ooh, well, it's just from a little online game I play. Kind of, like, a sexy elf but a vampire? It's probably not your thing. And you're, like, a 70s mermaid or something?"

The comment brings me back to life a little bit. I laugh quietly. "Uh, well, mermaid yeah. But 70s? Where do you get 70s?"

"It's the pants. They're, like, sparkly. You know, like, disco? I really like the outfit though. You're so pretty, Jade."

Okay, I'm blushing now, dammit. What the hell do I even say? She's pretty too, but she must know that and she wouldn't want to hear that coming from a fat disco mermaid anyway. I mean, we did hook up, but that was in the dark, right? Like I could accept maybe that she has some kind of fetish for big girls, but---

"You know, I missed you," she continues, seemingly eating up all the air and sound in the entire room. "Why did you never call?"

Damn, she sounds hurt? What do I do now? Who could even save me now?

Well, Dana's busy hostessing, and I know my therapist had her own Halloween party tonight.

I let out a long, long sigh as I finally sit. And then I just look at her.

Aurelie frowns. God, her bushy unkempt eyebrows are so cute. They're like drunk caterpillars or something. "What was it? You know, a lot of people tell me I'm too much. Was it that I offered you tea after we hooked up? Ugh, I'm so twee. I'm sorry Jade. I really am. I really like you and---"

I'm just breathing. Just breathing. I'm just floating on some kind of inflatable thing, just drifting down a calm river. "I'm sorry. You what?"

Her eyes meet mine. She looks serious about this. "Was I too clingy? Ugh, you just wanted us to be a sex thing, like, I get it. But you complimented my books, Jade! You were nice to my cat! And dammit I had a crush you from the first time you ordered that lavender latte in my cafe."

I giggle at the memory. Lavender lattes are so good. I saw that online and just knew I had to try one, and Aurelie was the one working when I stopped at her cafe after work. "A crush?"

"Yeah! Like, I thought you were hot but I just found you very knowledgeable about things, a good conversationalist, like I feel like we clicked, Jade? I really did, you know? When we hooked up, I figured that's all you wanted. But then I reached out again when I saw, like, you know; I don't know what I was thinking. I thought maybe you got busy or you'd give me some closure or and really I just stepped in it more because it made me kinda want to see you again? So, like, when your friend hit me up to come tonight and I didn't say no and, uh, yeah. I'm just really sorry Jade."

I thought about that. I mean, I didn't really process it or understand it. But I did think about it.

And I realized something.

All these bigger folks I'm jealous of all the time, like my therapist, Heather, B, random fat girls on social media---my normal response is to just see them out living their best life and then curl up into a ball and want to die because I will never have that, can never have that.

But, like, life is probably hard for them too. It must be. The world sucks for fat people; so many people are so mean to us. And the difference between those folks and me is that they try stuff.

Well.

This is me trying too, goddammit.

"I like you, Aurelie," I state plainly, figuring that's a nice calm strategy that nice calm girls dressed as disco mermaids say to their crush who apparently still has a crush back even after messily hooking up in the dark and seeing said crush's ass go viral.

Well, I suppose that's where I would've stopped if I was, like, one of those normal, self-composed and perfect and fashionable fat girls who do and say all the right things and are never self-conscious in public.

But, well, I'm not. I'm still just self-conscious little Jade who has to fight every day to make myself feel like I'm worth it, like I'm capable and likeable and smart and kind, like I'm a goddamn fucking gorgeous 70s disco mermaid.

"I actually like you a lot, Aurelie. You're pretty and I love your style and I really did like your books---I read a lot too! I really love romance novels, queer ones, but I read a lot of other stuff; did you know I was into riot grrrl bands when I was younger? Like I wasn't a punk but I just loved the music and sometimes me and my best friend play board games and---well anyway Aurelie, I really like you a lot and the truth is..." I swallowed hard. "I just didn't think I was good enough for you. You're, like, about to get cast in some music video with a scruffy guy singing and like a guitar and I'm just, like, a squishy potato but not even like one of the ones people like. I'm, like, a garbage potato."

Aurelie places her hand over her mouth. "My god, Jade. I just...you're a special girl."

She's grinning.

"Wait."

"Mm?"

"So...we like each other then?" I just had to clarify.

Aurelie nodded. "Seems like it."

"And the lights are on this time?" I asked, looking up at the lamp behind our chairs..

"They seem to be, yes."

"Hmm, so I guess that means you really like me, huh?"

Aurelie nodded.

"Even though my ass went viral?"

She laughed. "Like, your ass is pretty rad."

I blush. "Oh."

"But it's the other stuff, Jade. I'm just very charmed by you."

I swallow hard, and then take a breath. "Okay. Does that mean you'd like maybe go out with me sometime? Maybe I could treat you to a lavender latte?"

"I would love that," she smiles, reaching out for my hand.

As I take it, she leans in for a kiss and looks at me. "Hey, can I?"

I nod, and close my eyes as she leans in and our lips touch.

[sunboki]

— BRIGHTER PLACES. (TEASER) a Lee Felix fiction

Chef! Lee Felix x gn. reader

TROPE. cooking class au, childhood friends to lovers, reader is burnt out and slightly depressed, coincidences, fluff, angst

WARNINGS. mentions of depression/depressive episodes, mentions of unrequited love, burn out

AUG'S NOTES. yes this fic is out of the blue (when aren’t my fics out of the blue??) but UGH does this piece really tax my emotions and i love it a billion for it — i need felix as my therapist for a day.. tell me what you think of the teaser!

SYNOPSIS. Thrown asunder beneath crushing assignments, work, and the fleeting hope your “young and free” twenties experience may someday happen, you had yet to realize said experience was right around the corner. Whisked into a mixture of unearthed feelings and past occurrences, presented with a cherry on top by renowned Chef Lee Felix.

or alternatively :

Eventually, the sun will shine again.

Out of any gift you’ve received, you thought the treehouse in your backyard was the most memorable. It seemed like, in this vast universe, everything was right.

Then it wasn’t, then it was. Again and again. A repetitive cycle.

However, your overcast days did have an expiration date, and sunshine would eventually show itself again.

You just weren’t aware yet.

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At seven years old, you would spend hours daydreaming, inviting friends, taking naps, and reading in your treehouse. Oftentimes, during the long days of summer, you’d eat lunch up there; lost in this secluded world only you knew about.

When you’re younger, every little thing appears peach-tinted.

The warm fire of a candle on a nightstand, setting dull objects ablaze with its brightness. Shadow puppets, dance parties. So ordinary yet exceptional all the same. Easy to configure from a developing mind as something excellent, fantastical.

Your twenties don’t envelop a hazy glow. Mind now hardened, treehouse still lingering (more like rotting) in the backyard of your parents house, things are more serious, less inviting.

Who knew adulthood would be this lonesome.

Walking from a bar, you fail to appreciate the hum of music from a buzzed radio, the wafting smell of Italian food hidden somewhere in the midst of neon signs and outdoor eateries.

Instead, priorities had lodged themselves indefinitely far into your soul, drowning out the voice telling you you’re you, not the expectations you’re held to.

Further and further did you drift into that intoxicating headspace, until someone—or, in your case, something—had to pull you out.

That something being a cooking—well, baking class. This weekend, an hour and a half. Menu: The Ideal Donuts.

“Think of it as a release,” Sana had told you, this wide, excited smile etching the skin of her face.

Immediately, you wanted to hand it back to her, tell the eccentric best friend of yours to spend such an occasion on herself instead.

Yet, you knew better than to try negotiating with Sana, the girl who has been present through your ugliest moments, who you’ve cried to more times than able to count.

Your intention wasn’t an attempt to make your life as miserable as possible. In fact, each day you strived for a resource, an indication things would grow better, as better as it seemed to be for everyone else.

Though you can only stretch a rubber band so far, and once it reaches its farthest extent, it snaps.

And the recoil stings.

“Okay, thank you.” You respond after a beat of silence, lips pulled into a tight line, investigating the information written on the card.

She pats your shoulder, a sweet smile worn upon pink lipstick.

Lee’s Baking Class.

Lee. The name sounds familiar.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

[wandabear]

Everything will be okay - Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

Summary:   Y/N proposes to Wanda and she says... no. That's when things get complicated, too much.

Maybe a dumb idea? But I wanted to do it.  This is not just a chapter of hearbreak, but also friendship. As you know me: Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Next one will be Wanda’s POV. 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

here i use my own gifs!

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CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO  CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX - finale

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 “Are you sure she's going to like it?”

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There was concern on her face, in her hand she held a small welvet scarlet box. Inside it, gleamed a beautiful ring with a lovely almandite garnet stone.

The eyes of her two curious friends watched the ring surprised, and smiling. They knew that for a long time Y/N had been trying to propose to Wanda. Taking the relationship to something more serious, after almost two years together.

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The brunette sighed deeply, looking for the answer from both girls next to her. Yelena Belova and Julia "Jules" Hale.

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“I think so, it is cute.” Yelena Belova said with that thick russian accent. “And for sure quite expensive.”

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 “I think she's going to love it, especially that mini speech you've made about that almandite stone. I mean, it has a beautiful meaning.” Said Jules, a woman with hair as black as the night and skin as white as the moon. Light Brown eyes, and her lips were pink and full.

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“Cheer up, Y/L/N.” Yelena patted the taller girl's shoulder as they walked through the huge compound together. “Your witchy loves you, haven't you seen how she sees you? Make me want to vomit everytime I see it. Ugh!”

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Since Y/N arrived at the Compound, she bounded a beautiful friendship with Yelena Belova, who also recently arrived. Although first they used to fight a lot. According to Maria Hill, they needed their best agents from what was left of the ‘old’ S.H.I.E.L.D, especially after the awful events in Sokovia.  Everyone seemed really sorry for how that incident ended, especially for the sudden death of Pietro Maximoff, a young man who had given his life to save the lives of innocent people.

His sister also joined the avengers, but ever since she arrived, Wanda confined herself in her room, only coming out to find something to eat or to do some training. This had caught Y/N's attention. Every time she saw Wanda at training, she seemed like a gloomy, melancholic and quiet girl, she didn't want to socialize too much. Only seemed to talk to Natasha, and hardly ever to Steve when they were supposed to train.

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But slowly, Y/N managed to get into the heart of the Sokovian. Managed to win her over with small gestures, small displays of love, adorable humor and little jokes that made her laugh little by little. Y/N had completely fallen in love with Wanda Maximoff. Her love was patient, she was not in a hurry.

And Wanda couldn't resist the warmth it gave her.

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Two years ago…

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With a tired and sad gaze at the floor, Wanda walked into her own room completely exhausted from the constant life she had to deal with. Wake up, cry, eat breakfast -just because Natasha forced her to eat the nutrients she needed to train- train, cry, eat, shower, cry and sleep.

That was the life Wanda had since she came, since she lost Pietro. Briefly remembered the jab in her stomach when she saw the Compound, thinking that Pietro would love to be there so much. Surely he would be excited as a child, and that was destroying her.

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She felt very hypocrite right now, how could she fight with the earth mightiest heroes if she just wanted to die? When half of your soul died, how would you feel? Wanda dragged her feet all the way to bed, until she saw a small package and a note. The sokovian brunette closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply, trying to calm down all the emotions that would soon drown her. She knew very well what that was about, it was not the first time that Agent did it.

That cute and dumb agent who arrived almost at the same time as her. A woman taller than her, with a very attractive body and brown eyes that could make you tremble.

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She took the note in her hands and could see the calligraphy.

ㅤㅤㅤ

‘So mysterious yet, so incredibly real. It's an uncharted sea, it's an unopened door. But you gotta reach out and you gotta explore… Even though you're not sure, till the moment arrives there she is and you know you're in love.’

  ㅤㅤㅤ 

Wanda rolled her eyes and took that package, opening it with some desperation. She found a cassette. Another one, again. With this there were now four.

  ㅤㅤㅤ

Looking at the player that Y/N left the first time she found one of the cassettes tapes and hesitated for a moment. Should she...? After a few seconds, Wanda played that song. The same as that note.

  ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N was in the kitchen, after a nice session of kicking Jules' butt but then getting kicked by Yelena, it had been pretty fun.

Yelena was Natasha's sister, and although everyone seemed quite surprised by this. Apparently, they distanced themselves but after several attempts, they had reunited. And since the blonde arrived, Natasha seemed less tense.

And a bit happier.

    ㅤㅤ

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent took one of the donuts on the table and brought it to her lips. The pleasure she felt at the taste of it could be seen on her face, but when she suddenly saw Wanda storming into the kitchen she swallowed it down quickly, coughing a bit.

  ㅤㅤ

“Hey, Wanda.”

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“You left this in my room again.” Wanda walked over and placed the cassette next to Y/N, who didn't seem surprised at all.

  ㅤㅤ

“Yeah.” She arched an eyebrow.

  ㅤㅤ

“I told you I'm not interested. Stop doing it.” Wanda crossed her arms, ready to put an end to that stupid game the agent was playing with her.

  ㅤㅤ

“I know.”

  ㅤㅤ

Exasperated by her attitude, Wanda snapped: “Then why do you keep doing it?”

  ㅤㅤ

“Because it makes you smile.” Y/N clicks her tonge and wiped her hands clean, removing all traces of donut dust from her fingers. “And I want that. That you smile, that’s what I want the most.”

  ㅤㅤ

Pressing her lips, Wanda remained in that pose.

  ㅤㅤ

“How do you know I smile? Maybe it doesn't make me smile.”

  ㅤㅤ

“Well, only you know that.” The brunette shrugged and got up from her seat, taking that donut with her. “Anyway, that was the last one you'll receive.”

  ㅤㅤ

Wanda felt the despair inside her. Although she really felt annoyed and a little uncomfortable with the constant failed attempts of Y/N to conquer her, flirting everytime she sees her, knowing that the agent was giving up on her made her feel... even more empty.

  ㅤㅤ

“Why?” Wanda stammered a bit, trying to get the brunette's attention but trying not to look as desperate as she felt.

  ㅤㅤ

Y/N turned around but kept walking.

  ㅤㅤ

“Because I've already told you everything you need to know.” She smiled slightly, leaving the Sokovian alone in that kitchen.

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PRESENT

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After that, a few dates followed, in which Y/N tried hard to make Wanda -for a few moments- completely forget all the pain she felt. Of course she wouldn’t forget Pietro, but maybe she would slowly turn those painful little memories into beautiful ones.

  ㅤㅤ

This time, after two years, she was about to have another date with Wanda Maximoff. This one made her feel the same feelings as the first date, as if she was going to go down a roller coaster. Y/N swallowed hard, looking at herself in the mirror. That night she had to look good, everything had to go perfect.

With the hair loose, a black jacket and a shirt was enough to look pretty good. Her friends helped choose it because according to them, she panicked just by seeing the huge closet not knowing what to wear like a silly teenager.

  ㅤㅤ

Y/N sighed deeply before turning to see her small apartment now they shared in the compound. Many times they talked about moving into an apartment of their own and having a little more 'privacy', but every time they thought about it, both felt enormous sadness at leaving their friends there. Wanda had a nice friendship with Natasha, who adored the sokovian like a sister but also pushed her to give more and the best of herself.

  ㅤㅤ

Her thoughts faded when she saw that one of the melon and raspberry scented candles was threatening to go out, so she ran to relight it when the door opened. Wanda came into the room but stopped quickly when she saw that scene.

The soft light and scent of the candles, the soft music and dinner on the table. And above all, Y/N looking at her with a huge smile.

  ㅤㅤ  

“What's wrong, detka?” She frowned at her, confused and amused. In a good way. “It’s our anniversary? Did I forget it? But I thought it was-”

  ㅤㅤ

“No, it's... it's not.” Y/N cut her off and walked over, taking her girlfriend's hand. “I just want to spoil my girlfriend a bit. Come here…”

  ㅤㅤ

They both sat at the table and had a wonderful evening. Y/N made lasagna, one of Wanda's favorite foods besides 'chicken paprikash', but the Sokovian was the one who usually cooked it. She was laughing at the agent’s stories, who only wanted to make her laugh. They also talked about how things had gotten tense in the compound when Steve and Tony argued over General Ross's visit. The lovely couple seemed to be having a pretty nice time together, Y/N managed to gradually make her forget the bad things in life and highlight the good things a little more.

  ㅤㅤ

“That was delicious, really. Thank you, malyshka.” Wanda smiled in an lovely way, Y/N used to say that she loved when she did it because her eyes got so tiny. And the pet name Wanda gave her always made her melt. “But you still haven't told me why all this is, and although I don't doubt that you want to make me feel special, because you always come up with wonderful ways to do it... I feel that this time is different.”

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“Can't I just treat my girl?” She smiled mischievously.

  ㅤㅤ

Wanda wrinkled her nose and leaned in to whisper, “When you're excited, your thoughts are loud.”

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Y/N swallowed hard. Her girlfriend was an amazing and wonderful girl but also a telepath. Of course, Wanda never intruded on Y/N's thoughts, she had always respected her, and she felt that she could never be an intruder on them. But when her thoughts were so loud, it was impossible not to hear.

The dark haired woman cleared her throat and stood up for a moment, taking Wanda's hand, she walked to the huge window, looking at the beautiful and vast forest near the compound.

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“We are young, heartache to heartache, we stand. No promises, no demands. Love is a battlefield.” Y/N said with a small smile, one of her hands gently caressed Wanda's face. The height difference between the two was always so attractive. “Those were the first lyrics I sent you.”

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“I remember, that’s how you started making me fall in love with you.” The sokovian giggled a little before ending the distance between them, reaching out to kiss Y/N's lips, but after the sweet kiss the brunette pulled away from her for a moment, leaving Wanda so confused.

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“No, wait, it's not that I don't want to kiss you.” She said quickly, hoping that Wanda would think wrong.

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Y/N inhaled deeply, taking courage. “You are the most wonderful woman I have ever met, since I saw you, everything in me just…You completely rocked my world. I fell in love with Wanda Maximoff, but not because she is really beautiful. Either because she has huge green eyes that take my breath away, or a Sokovian accent that makes me melt. Especially in bed, she makes some really amazing and sexy moans.”

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Both giggled, Wanda blushed slightly and just hit her softly on the shoulder. Her heart was beating so fast but she would never have imagined what was going to happen.

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“You are wonderful in every way. You are good, you are smart, you are brave, you are beautiful and sooo sexy. I’m so proud of you, of who you are, of what you are, of what you have achieved and what you will achieve. You make me happy, so happy, every day, every moment, every fucking time. You make me feel complete, yes, and I want to do the same with you. I want to make you happy, in every possible way.” Y/N smiled widely, noticing how Wanda's green eyes filled with tears.

And suddenly, the agent knelt in front of her and took out the little scarlet velvet box. 

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“Wanda Maximoff, would you make me the happiest woman one more time, and marry me?”

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'Yes'. It's what she thought Wanda would say quickly, they would both cry with joy and she would end up kissing Wanda between laughter and happiness, glass of champagne, celebrate making love passionately. It's what her mind replayed over and over again every second Wanda was quiet. With her huge green eyes wide open, Wanda said nothing. She just looked like she was petrified not knowing what to say.

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Y/N remained kneeling until she ended up hearing the voice of her beloved at last.

  ㅤㅤ

“No… I… I’m sorry.”

  ㅤㅤ

No? Did she just say no? Perhaps Y/N made a mistake in the speech? 

  ㅤㅤ

“No? You don’t?” Y/N frowned at her, quite confused. She got up, standing in front of her again.

  ㅤㅤ

“No.” Said the green-eyed girl again, this time more confident than she was before.

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Tilting her head, Y/N asked: “Why?”

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“Because I just don’t want to!” Wanda said quickly and walked away from her. She looked somewhat nervous as she picked the dishes on the table. “Just that. No.”

  ㅤㅤ

She carried everything to the kitchen, being followed by Y/N who seemed to not understand ANYTHING that was happening all of a sudden.

  ㅤㅤ

“Or what? are you going to force me to say yes?” Wanda said that quite defensively, turning to look at her girlfriend.

  ㅤㅤ

“Whoa! Of course not!” Y/N defended herself. “I just want to know why…”

  ㅤㅤ

“I don’t know! All I know is that I don't want to marry you. That... That I don't know if you're THAT person I want to marry in a future. I don't know if I see it.” Licking her lips, Wanda ended up shrugging as she said the first thing that came to her mind. The fear that coursed through her invited her to speak without thinking. “And if it bothers you that much, if it bothers you to accept my decision, then we should consider ending this.”

  ㅤㅤ

Y/N blinked quickly, she didn't understand anything. Everything was so fast and painful, like when you remove a Band-Aid from a fresh wound.

  ㅤㅤ

“Wait, what? Are you breaking up with me?” Y/N asked between surprised and annoyed. “Just because I asked you to marry me?”

  ㅤㅤ

“I don’t know! I told you I don't know!” Wanda yelled so irritated.

  ㅤㅤ

“Why are you yelling at me? I should be the one yelling at you right now!” Y/N yelled, watching as Wanda just shook her head and walked into the bedroom, so pissed off. “Are you leaving now?”

  ㅤㅤ

“Are you going to stop me too?”

  ㅤㅤ

“Don't expect me to stay here waiting for you then!” Y/N clenched her jaw as Wanda didn't stop, she seemed quite sure.

  ㅤㅤ

“THEN GO!” the Sokovian yelled before slamming the door.

  ㅤㅤ  

Swallowing hard, heartbroken and her mind completely scrambled, Y/N looked around her blankly at what was happening. Suddenly everything seemed to have gone to hell and she didn't even understand why.

Y/N looked down to see that little box between her fingers and simply decided to leave, but not before throwing it in the trash can.

  ㅤㅤ

Everything. Sucks.

  ㅤㅤ

---

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Three weeks passed since Wanda and Y/N broke up and nobody could understand how it is that two people who loved each other so much, now they couldn't even see each other's faces. They all knew what happened, but neither of them said anything about it.

  ㅤㅤ

Wanda avoided seeing the agent at all costs, and Y/N didn't look for her either. The training schedules changed and the missions too. Although Steve didn't seem to agree when Natasha brought it up, he later realized that they both needed space to heal from everything that was going on between them. Wanda seemed to hang out with Vision a bit more -Y/N always called him 'the talking toaster'-  and of course Natasha.

  ㅤㅤ

The agent took refuge in Yelena, Jules, Sam and all the missions she could take so she wouldn't have to think. But the pain she felt was reflected in the dark circles under her eyes, the nights when she couldn't  even sleep, in the junk food she ate, and in the silences in the meetings. Where before she used to always say something fun and make everyone laugh, now she just listened to what they said and nodded.

The painful silence.

  ㅤㅤ

That afternoon, training for new agents was taking place on the compound. And one of the agents tried to look smug, opened his big mouth saying that Y/N looked like a zombie since Wanda cheated on her, leaving the agent so bitter. That just made the the brown eyed girl go boom. Y/N ended up showing the class how to kick his ass, and the young stupid man ended up in the infirmary with Doctor Cho, with his nose broken, his ass kicked and a big lesson.

  ㅤㅤ

“Y/L/N!” Natasha yelled at her when she saw the brunette walk out the door, pissed of.

  ㅤㅤ

“You know he started it, Natasha, but you take ME out? Fuck that!” Y/N yelled and walked furiously, leaving the training room. Her hands were shaking, her knuckles were red from the punches, and her heart was pounding fast.

  ㅤㅤ

Y/N closed her eyes in the elevator, trying to calm down but couldn't. Not when all she remembered was that agent's disgusting voice saying she looked so defeated and bitter. Wanda's voice saying that she didn't want to get married her cause she didn’t know if she was the one, the screams, the memories of her father saying that she would always be a failure. She would never be enough.

ㅤㅤ

The sound of the elevator opening brought her out of her thoughts. Walking quickly to her bedroom but when she opened it, found someone else that Y/N didn't expect to see in there.

  ㅤㅤ

Jules was curled up in bed, trying to hide her face as if she were sleeping, but it was in vain. Y/N heard that little sob.

  ㅤㅤ

“Jules?” She walked over to her friend and sat down next to her. And in those moments, all her problems, her pain and the anger were left behind. Now she was just worried. “What's going on?”

  ㅤㅤ

Jules didn't say anything, just hugged her and cried hard. Completely shocked, not understanding what the fuck  was going on with the people she loved lately, Y/N just stroked her hair and let the girl just cry for a long time until she wanted to talk. Almost half an hour later, the brunette handed her some kleenex so that she could blow her nose, and dry her tears.

  ㅤㅤ

“Wanna tell me what's going on?” Y/N asked in a soft voice as she stroked Jules hair. After Jules took time to clean, compose herself so she could speak without crying, she sat up in bed.

  ㅤㅤ

“I've been sleeping with Natasha.” Jules licked her lips and kept her gaze lowered, totally embarrassed.

  ㅤㅤ

Y/N was quiet. Wow, maybe the people she loved went through more things than she thought. Thinking she knew everything, she believed that everything was fine and instead when two of the people closest to her ended up exposing feelings like that… Y/N would never have imagined.

  ㅤㅤ

“This whole thing about your…proposal with Wanda and everything was just…” Jules cleared her throat and looked at her friend in her eyes this time. Her lovely light brown eyes looked disappointed. I'd always thought Jules was light brown like hazel and Y/N darker as coffee.  “So many questions were awakened in me. Feelings. I realized that I wanted more from her than just sex, and I-  I told her that.”

  ㅤㅤ

“You? Wanting something serious? I never thought that would happen.” She smiled slightly, trying to joke. Jules was always a player.

  ㅤㅤ

“I guess everything has a first time.” Her friend smiled sadly.  

  ㅤㅤ

“What happened then?” Y/N sighed sadly, watching Jules's lips tremble in sadness. “Did you tell her and…?”

  ㅤㅤ

Jules didn't say anything, just looked down again.

  ㅤㅤ

“You told her, and Natasha said no. Right?”

  ㅤㅤ

Jules nodded. “I guess the end of the world will come now that I fell in love.”

  ㅤㅤ

The look on Y/N's face went from one of concern and annoyance, to one of complete shock and pain. Her heart broke when Y/N saw that her best friend suffered too, an unrequited love in the same way, it felt terrible. Opening a wound iside, as deep as the Marianas Trench.

Before either of them could say anything else, the door to the room was open. Maria Hill was watching them from the doorway, and seemed somewhat agitated.

  ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ

“Y/L/N. Hale. Come now.” Maria noted the tension of the moment, but there were more important stuff going on. “We have something.”

  ㅤㅤ

Both walked after Maria, Jules wiped her tears quickly and as if nothing happened. Y/N took her friend's hand and squeezed it for a few seconds before letting go, because she knew what they would face would be much worse. The three S.H.I.E.L.D agents entered that room, where some avengers were analyzing what would be the strategy they would play.

Steve and Natasha were discussing about the mission, Sam was asking about the veracity of the source and Steve answered that it was quite reliable. Wanda was quiet and just listened, sitting at the side of the room.

  ㅤㅤ

“Rumlow has been seen in Taipei two months ago.” Steve pointed to the screen, where images of somewhat suspicious men could be seen. Some identified as former Hydra agents, others not. “The intel we got is that they have transported some kind of biological weapon from Hunan, China to the city of San Juan in Puerto Rico. Apparently some remaining Hydra heads are trying to survive,  they want to use this biological weapon and wreak havoc.”

  ㅤㅤ

“We're eighty percent sure it’s Rumlow.” Natasha explained her as she moved on to the next video, where some men were guarding a ship at the port.

  ㅤㅤ

“The mission is quite simple.” Maria Hill said, Steve nodded. “But we need to be careful, we don't know exactly what they're transporting and it's not a good thing.”

  ㅤㅤ

“Going unnoticed is essential.” Steve added. “Natasha and I will board a plane to San Juan and…”

  ㅤㅤ

“Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea.” Y/N quickly interrupted, earning the gaze of almost everyone in the meeting. Steve frowned at her, somewhat confused.

  ㅤㅤ

“I mean… They know you guys, they've even seen you in damn lunchboxes and kids' backpacks. And your baseball hats and glasses are not going to work there.” Y/N grimaced, she took one of the files and read it. “An American is easy to spot and your spanish really sucks, no offense.”

  ㅤㅤ

“She’s damn right.” Sam giggled and though Steve tried to hide his smile too, he nodded.

  ㅤㅤ

“We will do it.” Jules sighed and took the file from her friend hands, so she could look at it now. “Y/N speaks perfect spanish since she was born, and my mother is a proud latina, so… Todos ustedes apestan.”

  ㅤㅤ

Steve watched everyone waiting for some objection to that but they all seemed to agree. Of course Wanda didn't seem happy about it at all, at another time she would have said anything to prevent Y/N from going on such a risky mission, but she decided to keep quiet. It would be making things worse.

  ㅤㅤ

“We will be a couple enjoying our honeymoon, I fucking deserve that.” Y/N grunted under her breath, unaware that those words made Wanda settle into her seat, quite uncomfortable.

  ㅤㅤ

Maria nodded.  Steve was a bit thoughtful for a moment and then he finally accepted it.

  ㅤㅤ

“Alright, girls. Let’s do it. We're leaving right now.” Steve ordered and the meeting ended, everyone got up from their places. “Everyone grab your suits, get ready and go to the quinjets.”

  ㅤㅤ

When they left that room, Y/N ran into Wanda in the hallway, but even though the Sokovian wanted to say something for a moment, she just looked away and decided to ignore Y/N.

  ㅤㅤ

“The fuck…” Y/N whispered, still not understanding why the hell Wanda was the one ignoring her, when she should be the angry one.

  ㅤㅤ

Y/N sighed and tried to focus on the mission, it was what mattered in that moment.

  ㅤㅤ

The quinjet was about to arrive at one of the abandoned heliports in San Juan.  They all seemed a bit nervous, finishing arranging their stuff.

  ㅤㅤ

“So... who’s the top in this marriage?” Jules asked as she took one of the Stark spy gadgets in  her civilian clothes. God bless Stark Tech, sometimes.

  ㅤㅤ

“Me, of course, girly girl. I'm so tall and handsome as hell.” Y/N arched an eyebrow, wearing a loose white shirt. Of course, under her clothes carried deadly weapons.

  ㅤㅤ

“Yeah, don't let my looks deceive you, I’ve been tell that I’ve an amazing ability with the tongue and the strap, that would surprise you.” Jules said mischievously, making Steve to start coughing and Sam to burst out laughing, followed by everyone else. Well, everyone except Wanda who only smiled slightly.

Once the Quinjet was parked at the heliport, Steve spoke before they got out.

  ㅤㅤ

“A-team, girls, try to get as much information out as possible and don't get involved until we're sure what we're dealing with.” Steve gave them the keys to one of the cars parked at that heliport, it was an old taxi that would be driven by Sam.

  ㅤㅤ

After nodding, Y/N took the fake suitcases and the three of them walked towards the taxi, leaving directly for the casino hotel where they would be staying. Y/N and Jules stayed in the honeymoon suite. The first step was to implement as many microphones as they could, it wasn't difficult as they pretended to be enjoying the casino, all drunk and happy. One of the agents made everything easier when he managed to hack the security cameras of that place.

According to Redwing, Sam's drone,  there was a clandestine lab under that casino.

  ㅤㅤ

“Look, honey!” Y/N said as she hugged Jules, pretending to be an adorable tourist couple. “Remember when we saw one of these in Vegas?”

  ㅤㅤ

'Guys, there seems to be one of the doors in sector C, on the left. There's a dark red door, it's over there.' Natasha's voice over the intercom, making Jules wince.

  ㅤㅤ

Both walked away slowly from the people until they reached the end of that casino, one of the doors that were guarded by two huge men in suits, and looked serious enough to split a man in two. They laughed, trying to look completely drunk as they approached the door, when one of them stopped the girls.

  ㅤㅤ

“No pueden pasar aquí, señoritas. Deben volver.” -You can't get in here, ladies. You’ve to go back.-

  ㅤㅤ

Arching an eyebrow, looking interested and smiling, Y/N looked at her 'partner'.

  ㅤㅤ

“I think it's one of those underground gambling places where interesting things happen, honey.” Y/N bit her lip.

  ㅤㅤ

Jules pouted. “Oh, por favor, déjanos pasar.” -Oh, please, let us in.-

  ㅤㅤ

“Ustedes no pueden pasar. Vuelvan a la sala, por favor.” -You can't pass. Go back to the room, please.-

  ㅤㅤ

  ㅤㅤ

'Clearly there’s no Backgammon table there, girls. We've turned off the guard cameras, go on.' Steve said.

  ㅤㅤ

  ㅤㅤ

“Come on, man, it’s our honeymoon! I know you’ve a underground gambling place back there.” Y/N assured, taking a somewhat smug position. “I have money, okay? I have so much money to spend. Mucho dinero.”

  ㅤㅤ

Noticing that none accepted, Y/N sighed and leaned in, getting closer as if to tell them a secret.

  ㅤㅤ

“I like to play… more aggressively.”

ㅤㅤ

The man narrowed his eyes confused, but the bending left his throat exposed so Y/N hit him hard, making the huge man to open his eyes and fall to his knees, gasping for breath.

  ㅤㅤ

Jules took care of the other, who after receiving a strong electric shock just fell knocked out. Taking the man's magnetic card, they hid the bodies in one of the cleaning closets.

  ㅤㅤ

“We're in, tell us where to go.” Asked Y/N as she walked down that semi-dark hallway, pulling the gun. Both seemed alert to any movement.

  ㅤㅤ

“Redwing says there's a lab in the basement. We are coming. Stay alert and-” Natasha responded quickly, but the communication was cut off.

ㅤㅤ They took one of the lonely stairs, guarded by five men who both managed to easily disarm and knock them unconscious. Always made a pretty good team.

  ㅤㅤ

“Steve, tell us where-” Y/N tried to communicate, but it was impossible. There was an horrible interference screeching noise.

  ㅤㅤ

Before she could say anything, a loud crash was heard above them and they knew it was in the casino. They ended up going down the stairs to one more floor, but they only reached a huge lonely room, it seemed that everything in the place was gone. No mercenaries guarding the place, it was really weird and too easy and that alarmed both agents.

  ㅤㅤ

“This is too easy. I don't like easy.” Jules hissed, worried.

  ㅤㅤ

“I know.”

  ㅤㅤ

“I have this bad feeling, Y/N/N…”

  ㅤㅤ 

'We're going in.' Finally, Steve's voice made Y/N sigh much more relaxed.

  ㅤㅤ

  ㅤㅤ

“Guys, we have another problem. There's no fucking lab here.” Y/N walked around the place and kicked one of the empty boxes. If there was a lab there, it had definitely been torn down and moved out before they got there. But then why were there still mercenaries guarding the entrance?

  ㅤㅤ

“I don't know who the hell gave yall the intel. There are only two huge containment modules here, and what appears to be a weird metal box inside the containment… with slightly bluish pulple crystals on it. I don't know what the heck is this.”

  ㅤㅤ

There was no response from the others, just a horrible interference that made Y/N grunting annoyed.

  ㅤㅤ

“Hello there? Steve? Natasha?”

  ㅤㅤ

They both looked at each other. Y/N and Jules were alone now. They decided to approach the modules, one of these remained open and empty.

  ㅤㅤ

“Someone was definitely being held here.” Y/N walked around the module, noticing some scratches. Huge reinforced glass windows and automatic doors opened, but what they saw inside took their breath away.

The timer showed that they both had just 10:00 minutes left.

  ㅤㅤ

“It's a bomb.” Jules whispered.

  ㅤㅤ

“Rogers, do you hear me?! We need the bomb squad right now!” Y/N exclaimed. The interference remained, no one answered. She swallowed hard, not knowing what to do, both tried to came closer, entering the containment module.

  ㅤㅤ

“We should look for the team.”

  ㅤㅤ

“There’s no time.  You go, I stay.”

  ㅤㅤ

“Of course not!”

  ㅤㅤ

“Okay, okay.” Y/N tried to think what to do. She just took a moment, closing her eyes, takng courage, and then she walked slowly approaching the bomb.

  ㅤㅤ

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?”

  ㅤㅤ

“We need to know what kind of bomb it is. We were trained to deactivate things worse than a bomb.” Despite the fact that she felt it was a bad idea, both of them came closer to examine that artifact.

  ㅤㅤ

  ㅤㅤ

'GET OUT OF THERE NOW!' That communicator was working again. Steve's voice made them both jump, they both turned to see how the door of that container module slammed shut. Locking them inside.

  ㅤㅤ

 “What's going on?” Jules widened her eyes, startled.

ㅤㅤ

Y/N went over to open it, but it was impossible, the card didn't work now.

  ㅤㅤ

  ㅤㅤ

‘Y/N, GET OUT OF THERE NOW. I REPEAT, GET OUT NOW.’

  ㅤㅤ

 “Natasha, tell me what the hell is going on?!” Y/N yelled, trying to hit and break the glass, but it was impossible.

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‘THE BIOLOGICAL WEAPON IS IN SOME CRYSTALS, WE HAVE JUST SEEN HOW THREE AGENTS BECOME A DAMN ROCK STATUES. GET OUT OF THERE NOW. IT SPREADS IN THE AIR.’ This time Natasha sounded more desperate.

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Both agents looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

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“Well, we're have some bad news.” Y/N swallowed hard. “We are trapped here… and we have an explosive that could be a bomb.”

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Steve soon arrived with several agents, crossing the door of the lab, he could see how both agents inside tried to analyze the object. A metal box, several cables and a timer with exactly seven minutes.

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“Y/N, tell me what you know.” Steve asked, approaching the container with some caution.

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“Metallic object, it's a bomb. The timer began to count down as the doors closed.” The brunette kept looking at the object. “Each time I have tried to move anything, the timer speeds up. And apparently, if I defuse the bomb, the crystals will break. And if the bomb goes off, it will blow up the whole block.”

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“Doors?”

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“We tried to open them, but it was impossible.” Jules shook her head resignedly. “It was a trap, not for us, of course.”

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“Wanda, come here right now!” Steve ordered.

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‘RUMLOW IS ATTACKING CIVILIANS, WANDA IS TRYING TO PREVENT ONE OF THE POISON GAS BOMBS FROM EXPLODING IN ONE OF THE BUILDINGS, STEVE.’ Clint was heard from the intercom. Natasha and Sam were fighting hand to hand against the mercenaries.

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Although Wanda could not get down, Vision phased the ceiling of that laboratory and took place next to Steve. With a neutral gaze, slightly curious perhaps, Vision moved closer to the container so he could understand.

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“Vision, can you tell us what it is?” Steve asked, approaching that container. He reminded her of the ones they used on Banner, though much more sophisticated.

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Vision nodded.

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“It's made of a poly-tectic adaptive material.” Vision said completely fascinated, although the others didn't even understand what he meant, he turned to explain. “It adapts to retain those it contains. It's clearly alien technology and Stark Tech. It uses adaptive materials to contain Enhanced individuals and actually neutralizes their powers.”

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“Vision, can you phase the material? Do it.” Steve ordered. Vision nodded and moved closer to phase through the material of that container, achieving it with ease.

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“Shit.”  Y/N exclaimed, completely frustrated. She swallowed hard, noticing how the minutes diminished more and more.  “This is not working. If I deactivate the bomb, the crystals will break. If the bomb goes off, everyone will die. There's no other way.”

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Vision pressed his hand on that electronic lock, but although he tried to decipher the code, he couldn't, leaving him completely confused. He was trying to use every logical option his supercomputer mind told him but none of them seemed to work.

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“How strange. I can't crack the code.” Vision frowned, completely surprised at the lack of information. The synthezoid looked at them completely embarrassed. “I'm sorry I can't help you, I wish I could phase you both through with me, but it's not in my abilities.”

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“No. You have to help them, there has to be a way!” Rogers asked again, looking a bit desperate. Steve began to hit that glass with his shield, over and over again, but it was impossible. That image was heartbreaking.

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“Get out of here.” Y/N looked up, accepting her fate after several tries. Even the agents began to shoot at the windows, but nothing worked, the rain of bullets ricocheted and fell to the ground.

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“We're not going to leave.” Steve seemed adamant about his decision, which made Y/N's lips tremble.

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“Steve.” Said Y/N in a whisper. “Go.”

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“Go now, you still have time. This bomb will not explode.” Jules' broken voice caught their attention. She pressed her lips together and turned, her back to them. She couldn't allow herself to be seen that way.

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“We don't trade lives.” Captain America's gesture and his insistence made Y/N smile sadly. She fixed her gaze on the one person there she least expected.

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“Will this thing contain the mist, Vision?” Y/N asked, looking at the synthezoid surprised and touched that she finally used his name, she didn't call him 'toaster'.

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“My guess is that it will, Agent Y/L/N.”

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“Then go.”

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“Move everyone, go back.” Steve ordered to the agents who quickly backed away. Steve walked over to the glass and placed his hand against it. “This will not be forgotten. You know how much I love you both, I respect you, I really wish it hadn't ended like this.”

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“Everything will be okay, Steve.” Y/N assured.

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“This is why we got into S.H.I.E.L.D.” Jules whispered with a sad smile.

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“Tell Wanda I love her, okay?” Y/N swallowed hard. It wasn't a request, it was a fucking order. “Make sure she's happy, Steve.”

 The blond nodded solemnly, trying not to show weakness, although for a moment Y/N thought he was going to cry. She turned around so she could deactivate that bomb once and for all, when the timer hit zero, only those damn crystals would break. They would die, but at least they would save many lives. Including the love of her life, and that was worth it.

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“Steve?” Jules muttered.

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“Tell Natasha…” Jules started, but she hesitated for a moment. “Tell her that she deserves to be happy. That the past cannot bind us forever, she deserves to move on sometime.”

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Steve seemed more confused than before but he just nodded, accepting that her words were pretty spot on. Once the red and blue shield disappeared from their sight, Jules allowed herself to let out a small terrified sob. Moved, Y/N wrapped her arms around her friend, cradling her again.

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“Shh, everything will be okay.” The taller woman comforted her friend, placing a small kiss on her forehead. She could see how the timer was decreasing.

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“I don't want to die, Y/N/N.” Jules sobbed against her friend's chest. “I know I should be brave as I was trained, but I don't want to die right now.”

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“I know, honey. I know.” She closed her eyes, tears fell down her cheeks.

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“I'm so scared.”

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“It’s okay, sweetie.” Y/N cupped the face of her best friend in her hands. She tried not to break even more, tried to be strong for both of them. After all, this was the end. “I love you, you know? Everything will be okay…”

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“Falling in love does not bring good stuff, huh?” Jules mumbled trying to make it sound like a joke, but he was sadder than she expected.

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“We’re in this together, Julia. Always.” She sighed and closed her eyes, unaware that she repeated those words to herself as well. “We will be okay.”

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00:09

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“I am so proud to be your friend.” Y/N looked into her friend's eyes. “My sister.”

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“You’re mine too… Yelena is going to kill us.” Jules joked in a tear-choked giggle. Y/N just smiled slightly and nodded.

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00:08

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“She will understand. She has Natasha.”

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Jules nodded, completely shocked and terrified.

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Y/N took her best friend's hands and brought them to her lips, leaving a small cute kiss on them.

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 00:06

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“I'm so sorry she said ‘no’.” Jules whispered.

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“I'm very sorry that she said no. Natasha misses an amazing woman, J.”

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“I was talking about Wanda.”

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 00:05

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Y/N swallowed hard. “She will be okay.”

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Wanda. Y/N spent the last moments of her life thinking about her, trying to comfort her best friend, but Wanda never left her mind or her heart. How could she do it? She loved that woman with all her heart. If only they had both been less stubborn. If only they had talked more about what they felt. Y/N wished been less stubborn, maybe accept that Wanda didn't love her anymore, and just keep a friendship. She wished many things within seconds of it all being over. She wanted Wanda to find the love she deserved, cause at least Y/N did it.

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00:04

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At the same time, on the surface of that hotel, Steve was ordering everyone to back off. The Sokovian used her powers to hold off the mercenaries' shots, giving Sam time to fire at them and hold them back. Wanda approached impatiently, noticing how the agents backed away, but neither of them was Y/N.

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“Where's Y/N?!” She asked again, panicking. She felt her heart sink.

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“We must move out of here! Now!” Steve shook his head rather hurriedly, but Wanda ignored him. She just walked into the hotel, being followed by Natasha.

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“Y/N?!”

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She looked around but didn't even know where to run. She couldn't even read her mind, with so much chaos around her.

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“Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?”

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 00:03

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 Y/N kissed her best friend's forehead and stayed with her arms around her.

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“I love you, Hale.” She whispered to her.

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“I love you, Y/L/N.” Jules replied, closing her eyes. Giving up.

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“Y/N?!” Wanda's screams echoed, but Y/N never heard her. Natasha took Wanda's arm pulling her up, making sure to get her out of there before the bomb went off.

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The terror of the unknown and the inexplicable. Neither knew what they would face when the clock reached its limit, the consequences that could leave. None of the mercenary soldiers had any idea what they were dealing in, and Rumlow escaped. When the seconds ran out and the clock marked the end of the countdown, the metal artifact opened, breaking all those crystals. There was no explosion, not a huge noise that caused terror in the San Juan residents.

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A gaseous substance, a purple mist began to come out of the crystals, surrounding and embracing the bodies of those women.  Panic came to both of them as the mist covered their bodies and began to form a black sticky and slimy substance that hardened on their skin, like a cocoon. The feeling of rock crawling up her body from her.

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Jules trembled and clung to Y/N's body. Y/N could only keep calm and think about the most beautiful moments in her life. Her first kiss with Wanda, the laughter and the passionate kisses they shared in bed after making love. Her first Christmas with a family like the Avengers, the times she had fought with Yelena, hating each other until they became best friends. Their first snowball fight. When Natasha kicked her ass in anger for skipping one of her practices, when Wanda told her that she loved her.

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‘I love you, Y/N... I’m in love with you.’ A huge smile lit up Wanda’s face. Those huge green eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

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“Everything will be okay.” Y/N whispered feeling how that cocoon crawled her limbs, she knew it wasn't going to be okay. Y/N hugged her friend's body until that rock ended up completely covering them, leaving two rocky figures in that container.

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After the mist was gone, an hour later the S.H.I.EL.D science team arrived at the hotel so they could make sure it was safe. Banner assured that there was no type of radiation or danger, so Steve ordered to enter. Wanda was the first to do it, but she barely crossed the threshold of the door, her legs began to shake. Her weakness, the awful pain in her heart. In her mind. In her soul. She fell to her knees, and the tears began to fall. The screams of pain.

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Everyone watched the scene sadly; how two dark rock figures embracing each other inside that container. The doors opened back when the timer reached zero, as if it were a sadistic joke.

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Tears soon fell on Natasha's face, even on Steve, watching that terrifying and sad moment played out in front of them, like a tragic play.

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 Next will be Wanda's point of view.

 I think if you've seen Agents of Shield, you'll know about the inhumans outbreak. But if not, I will tell you that this is not the end for them. 

Chapter two awaits.

And I must say, it is not linked to AoS. It's just naming the same event, differently.

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[turtledude]

Personal headcanons for 2012 tmnt turtles. Fluff 🌸

(T-CEST DNI!)

Raph

-secretly loves rom-com but will never tell a soul

-bonus: Mikey found out when he snuck into raphs room and saw him crying while watching the titanic, he never let him live it down

-has way to many protein shakes

-doesn’t like chocolate but LOVES sour candy

-he loves punk rock(kinda obvious)

-color blind because I said so and it somehow makes sense

-hyper active adhd

-Donnie had to explain pronouns to him. He understood pretty quick but didn’t think much of it. He probably wouldn’t care if someone used they/them on him but he prefers he/him. Probably would be weirded out if you used she/her on him.

-he doesn’t like to verbally apologize but if he makes one of his brothers upset on accident he’ll leave a note in their room saying he was sorry and that if they told anyone he apologized they would face his rath

-gets really sad if an animal doesn’t like him but pretends he doesn’t care. (Def a dog person but likes cats)

-I also see him as Demi-romantic and bi. He can’t see a relationship happening if he doesn’t trust you or know you well enough, so I think it fits him(yes I know he fell really quickly for Mona but that doesn’t matter shh)

Donnie

-loves cucumber water

-fav movies are horror films

-he always points out the mistakes if the gore doesn’t look accurate

-I headcanon that when Donnie was younger one of his teeth was loose and Raph like tied a string to it and a door to get it out but it was the wrong tooth. Raph still feels bad about that(I got this idea from a fan made comic but I forgot which)

-He’s autistic you can’t prove to me she’s not

-he’s had a wide range of special intrests which is why they know a lot of random stuff.

-they already knew about pronouns and think any fit him, but it took her a while to realize her sexuality

-bi king

-he’s scared of dogs, def a cat person

-doesn’t like the texture of meat that much

-he often makes things for her brothers to show he cares for them. Time and gift giving is the way they show affection

-not used to physical touch but loves hugs, especially Mikey’s hugs. She finds it really sweet

Mikey

-they love pickles so much (probably tried it on pizza while his brothers just looked horrified in the distance)

-lactose intolerant but doesn’t care (his brothers suffer for it)

-def still watches my little pony (me too it’s okay)

-innetentive adhd

-forgets things constantly but always feels bad about it

-Raphs gotten into the habit of reminding him about stuff and Mikey really appreciates it

-loves action films but thinks horror is too scary

-their pan like I just can’t see it any other way

-bros got rizz with everyone/j

-doesn’t really care about pronouns but prefers they/he

-he prefers cats over dogs but still thinks dogs are cute

-their very physically affectionate and hugs their brothers as much as they’ll let him cough* Raph

-listens to music when he’s upset

-if he makes one of his brothers upset they get really mad at himself, they’ll constantly apologize and try to make them feel better

Leo

-autistic and his special interest is space hero’s

-loves action and comedy movies(even better when it’s a mix)

-he hates mayonnaise, idk he just looks like he hates it.

-the type of guy to eat ranch on his pizza

-he’s gay your honor

-whenever he tries to act serious his brothers try to mess with him and make him laugh, it works everytime

-he’s trans and uses he/him cause I’m right

-literally cannot decide whether he likes cats or dogs more

-even though he tries to be mature, he can pretty hot headed sometimes. He’s also stubborn so if you make him mad it will take a bit before he apologizes

-but even with that if he calms down and realizes he actually upset his brothers or friends, he’s gonna apologize. He doesn’t want to ruin a relationship just because he’s stubborn

-he has scars from fighting and sometimes feels a little self conscious about them, but Raph always tells him they look cool and it actually makes him like them more

[miekasa]

do you have any cute (or h-word) bf headcanons for the Aot boys mie?

Of course I do, I have an ever-expanding list of headcanons for all of them, from how they react to you sitting in the backseat when they pick you up, down to whether or not they would rip your bandages off after your get a shot (spoiler: Eren, Porco, and Levi fucking would)

EREN sfw

He really likes holding hands, though it’s more of a calming habit for him. Holding hands keeps him grounded, and acts as an anchor for his anxiety; so he’ll grab and/or fidget with yours periodically.

He’ll steal your skincare if he’s over at your place, but honestly he just starts… copying it lmfao. Like, he’ll take notice of your face wash when he’s over he’s like “Oh, this is nice” and then a week later, he buys a bottle for himself. Then he buys your toner, and your moisturizer, and you stay over at his place and gotta do a double take bc he’s got damn near the same of everything at this point.

He doesn’t know if he believes that classical music actually helps him to concentrate, but he does know that he’s grown to like it, so it’s become his studying music of choice. He’s got favorite composers and everything.

He’d be upset if you didn’t steal his hoodies. That’s what they’re there for. He’ll make you steal them if he has to.

He hates standing in line. For anything. If he likes a restaurant that gets super busy at lunch, he’ll order ahead for pickup (and he feels special skipping the line). At amusement parks, he pays for the fast passes. If it’s shopping, then he’d rather just do it online.

On that note, he sucks at returning things that don’t fit/he doesn’t like when he shops online, so he honestly just keeps them, or gives them to his friends—it’s much easier than going through the hassle of printing a return label, according to him.

nsfw

He likes the idea of recording you guys during sex, but he’s honestly a little too nervous to do it—nervous about being recorded himself, and about it potentially getting out somewhere.

Likes it when you look him in the eyes when you cum. In fact, he somewhat demands it.

Similarly, he’s always watching you during sex. Mostly your face, for indications of how he’s making you feel and when you’re close to your orgasm (which is why he’s got a thing for you looking at him).

He used to hate masturbating, until he tried masturbating to the idea of you, and now he fucking loves that. He takes his time with it too—if he’s gonna jack off, he’s gonna make a moment of it: sit on his bed, turn the lights off, make sure he’s all alone and can go for as long as he wants.

Threesomes are fine with him, and he doesn’t even have to be the sole one in charge, depending on who’s joining you.

ARMIN sfw

He air-dries the majority of his clothes because he doesn’t want his sweaters and knitwear to shrink. Also, he likes the smell of his fabric softener permeating the room while the clothes dry.

On a similar note, he’s got sensitive skin—not to the point where a shirt less than 75% cotton irritates him; but he is conscious of fabrics and products he uses. Because of this, he takes extra care with his laundry, his pillowcases and bedsheets are satin as are the majority of his pajama shirts, and he never ever walks around without house slippers or he’ll irritate the bottom of his feet.

He’s scared of bugs, but he doesn’t like to kill them either. Honestly, he just kinda hopes spiders and stuff will crawl away without him intervening 😭😭

He likes board games, and has a thing for The Game of Life. He cannot play chess, even though most people would guess that he could, and he’s begun to practice by playing online versions against computers to learn.

He knows everyone’s gossip because everyone comes to him to gossip. And if he’s the therapist friend, then you’re the person who receives the summary of all the tea from him at the end of the week. And man can this boy throw a bitch fest when he’s in the right mood.

nsfw

He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, so he really likes having your mouth occupied; with his fingers, with your panties, with his dick—he’s not really picky.

Likes sex with the lights on. Claims it’s because he wants to “see all of you” (it’s really because he’s nervous he’ll fuck something up if he can’t see properly 😭😭)

He really likes making out. Like, a lot. Though it’s not something that happens often—so he builds up a lot of frustrating thinking about it, and it all comes crashing down, and ends up with you guys damn near dry humping each other on the couch for two hours.

That’s something that applies to him generally, too—he tends to let himself get very frustrated and worked up, whether he means to or not. He also thinks about sex quite frequently, and it only fuels his frustration; so when he snaps, he snaps hard.

He’d let you choke him back if you asked. Just ask nicely.

JEAN sfw

Loves studying in cafés and adores when you study with him; peeps up at you periodically when you sit across from him. He always pays for your drink, but sometimes you guys share, and he likes making a game out of reaching for the cup at the same time as you.

He’s very chivalrous, but he hates when you call him out for it, or make any kind of deal of it. He knows it’s chivalry, but he also knows it’s the bare minimum, plus he’s easily embarrassed—especially in public.

Loves having his hair played with, absolutely adores it. If you’re just holding his face, or resting your hand on his cheek, he’ll move himself further into your touch to maneuver your palm closer to his hair.

He really really really likes back hugs—giving and receiving them. If he’s standing behind you, he’ll most likely reach for a hug at some point (sometimes he won’t let go and you’ve gotta waddle with him on you). His ears get red when you give him a back hug but he always uses a hand to rest over your arms to tell you that he doesn’t want you to let go.

He can play the piano, but he doesn’t tell a soul about it. The only reason you found out it through his mom. He’s got stage fright, so he gave up on performing, but he’s really talented, and can almost play any song by ear.

nsfw

He loves the feeling of your hands on him, particularly if you’ve got long nails. Please scrape your nails against his back, or even just dig them into his biceps while he’s fucking you, it’ll drive him insane.

Along with liking having his hair played with, he adores having it pulled on—the attention and desperation in your actions goes straight to his ego and his dick.

One of his biggest fantasies is getting a lap dance from you. He’d never ever fucking say it out loud or dream of asking for it, but the idea of you stripping in front of him, down to lingerie he’d picked out for you, and teasing him until he can’t take it anymore and jumps you is something he thinks about… far more often than he should.

If you’re wearing his clothes (especially one of his t-shirts to bed, or around his apartment), he’s gonna fuck you in it. Jean has a lot of self control, but that’s one thing that’ll make him snap in an instant. And if you wear his shirt or hoodie out, he’s fucking you when you get home, it’s as simple as that.

CONNIE sfw

He studies with children’s shows playing the background. He doesn’t remember how he discovered that his method works for him, all he knows is that something about Paw Patrol makes for excellent background noise for writing his research papers.

He’s quite touchy with PDA, but if you guys are in a crowd then forget about it—because Connie might forget about you. He’s definitely left you at the grocery store before.

He eats cereal for breakfast every morning, and he’s kind of got a collection of them in his kitchen. He claims there are upscale cereals that he doesn’t just let anybody eat or even touch; so, if he offers you a midnight snack consisting of a bowl of his favorite (and very rare) cereal, then be honored.

He almost always pays with cash, but he hates change. If he gets back coins, he either tells the cashier to keep them, puts them in a tip jar if there’s one in sight, or just pours them into your coat pocket. He understands that its money, but he’ll be damned if he’s just got a sack full of nickels clanging around in his bag.

nsfw

He claims he doesn’t have a thing for exhibitionism, but with the way he’s down to fuck damn near anywhere, he might be a bold faced liar. Changing rooms, music festivals, airport bathrooms, the little corner of the multilevel parking lot that he’s oh-so-certain is in the blindspot of the security cameras... there are so few things off-limits with him.

Car sex on his bucket list… just not in his car lmfao (because trust and believe that’s something that already happens pretty regularly). Maybe his real kink is vandalism and destruction of property.

He is not above begging you to sit on his face. He will get on his knees and pant like a fucking dog for you to do it, he’s so serious. He’ll do it laying down, he’ll do it with you standing up/against a wall, he’ll do it on the couch. Break his neck please he’s fucking asking for it.

He doesn’t mind sharing and he definitely doesn’t mind watching. Honestly, he’d egg you on to kiss someone else at a party, or go as far as to seduce you into seducing someone else just so he can watch it go down.

PORCO sfw

He sends you iMessage games but only the ones he’s good at because he doesn’t like to lose. But also, if he is losing, he doesn’t want you to be supportive about it and tell him “it’s okay uwu” lmfao he wants to either cream you, or have you kick his ass; competition is the name of the game, don’t be soft on him.

He’s a morning person, and he likes going on runs or even just early-morning walks when the weather is nice. He will wake you up occasionally to join him—and if you’re a homebody, you will be joining him. He won’t be responsible for watching you decompose on the couch.

Very picky about his pizza. It’s not a calorie or grease or health thing—he just really fucking likes pizza, and he won’t excuse a bad slice.

Always pulls you closer to him in a crowd or when a group of people are walking by. He doesn’t have to, but he likes to. Tease him about it and he’ll push you right back tho, probably into a shrub if there’s one near by.

nsfw

He’s such a “No, no—answer the call” kind of mf; a sadist, if you will. He lives for torturing and embarrassing you, and that applies to sex, too.

Loves the way his hands look on you, particularly splaying his hand over your stomach when he’s fucking you. Likes the heat of your body against his, when he positions himself just right to feel the outline of his dick against you, and squeezing the sides of your tummy when he gets lost in it.

Loves blowjobs, and loves to cum on you or over your face. His favorite thing tho is pulling away just before he’s about to orgasm, and jacking himself off with your tongue sticking out, ready to swallow.

Okay with threesomes, too; but he wouldn’t like to do much to or with the third person. It’s okay if they touch you—maybe even fuck you, depending on who it is—but he’s not there to get them off.

LEVI

sfw

When he cooks dinner, he always makes sure to make enough for you to have leftovers to take with you for lunch the following day. Especially if it’s a dish you’ve been wanting or try, or specifically asked him to cook.

He’s got a specific tote bag he brings with him to the grocery store/farmer’s market, and separate one for when he’s running other light errands.

He hates soda, not even just because it’s not the healthiest thing to drink—he just doesn’t like the feel of carbonated drinks; the only exception being when they’re mixed with liquor, but even then, it’s not his preference.

After a while, he just starts lying and says you’re married at places where it benefits you both, or to curb a longer conversation about the status of your relationship to people who are inquiring. He thinks it’s fucking weird that marriage is what shuts people up, but if it works, it works; less people prying in your guys’ business.

He likes giving you forehead kisses, and if you do it back, he’ll learn that he doesn’t mind receiving them either.

He’s such a sucker for you rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand when you guys hold hands. He might not act like he notices, but he always does; and somewhat craves little touches like that the longer you guys are together.

nsfw

He would never admit it to anyone, but birthday sex is up there for his favorite kind of sex. He never cared much about his birthday… until he realized he could get that as a gift. He knows it’s not different, but he likes it, nonetheless; one the few times he doesn’t mind having all the attention on him.

King of aftercare, though some of his methods usually lead to another round—in which he teases you for cancelling out his work, when you know he was just as willing and eager.

He likes edging himself and overstimulating you; and with his self-control, that makes for a pretty dangerous combination.

He’s strong and he knows how to use it to his advantage: maneuvering you with a single arm, holding both your wrists above your head with one hand, pushing your head down into the sheets when he’s fucking you from behind.

Sex is one of the few times Levi doesn’t mind making a mess—and in fact, he likes it messy; watching you drip onto the sheets, making you spit on his dick and fucking your face until you drool. He always goes on about how sloppy you are, how you can’t keep anything clean, but he fucking loves it.

[noteguk]

be quiet | jjk | m | drabble

[ ! ] this is a drabble for bad influence. It can be read as a stand-alone. 

— summary; in which jungkook is the best at picking the worst possible place for a quickie. 

— contents and warnings; smut, pwp, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits, public sex (library), doing the nasty in the theology section, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mid-sex arguments, jk is a mean lil shit (nothing new), kind of dom!jk, creampie, oral (female receiving), cum eating, cum play

— words; 3.1k

— author’s note; this was requested by anon and I thought it would be a nice thing to drop before the angsty parts begin 😌 also, for time context, this happens a bit after “bad behavior”

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You were pretty sure that Jungkook had chosen that section on purpose. Because he hated you, that’s why. 

Never once in your life had you wondered so far into the university’s library, past the known biology and chemistry shelves, and into the dusty alleyways of the humanities courses. And that was the shameful reason why you didn’t even know that there was a religious section in the first place. 

The realization was obvious if you actually stopped to think about it: there were so many classes related to theology in your university that it would be ridiculous not to have books on that. And yet, you couldn’t help but feel like the old, hardcover bible was staring at you in endless disappointment as Jungkook turned you around and threw the hem of your dress over your hips. 

“Shhhh, baby, keep it quiet,” he shushed you after a small whimper had escaped your lips, his palms spreading over your ass cheeks. “Someone’s gonna hear you.” 

Because Jungkook hated you (as previously established), he instantly contradicted himself with a loud slap against your ass. 

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” you hissed, fumbling closer to him as he tugged your underwear to the side. The cold air hit your wet folds instantly, spreading goosebumps through your skin. Jungkook was an expert at noticing the most timid, basic ways that your body reacted to his touches, so the clear asymmetry between your rough speech and the shivers running through your body was enough to make him snicker. “Keep it down. This isn’t funny.” 

Jungkook chuckled behind you, the sharp noise of his zipper opening sounding like a gunshot inside that quiet building. “No. It’s hilarious, actually.” 

You sighed, praying to all the books around you that no one would stumble across that erotic spectacle. You had no idea if there was another living soul wandering around the library so late — in fact, the place was like thirty minutes away from closing and you were positive that the librarian was already dozing off on the front counter when you arrived, so she was probably balls deep in REM sleep by that point. There was no one cramming for midterms, no night owls to interrupt the two of you and, just to top it all off, it was a fucking Friday. The library was so empty that you didn’t even know why you went to that place. 

Okay, that was a lie. You went there because Jungkook had booty called you — yeah, yeah, boo-hoo, shame and disgrace — but, in your defense, you honestly thought he was just in desperate need for some extra help with his project (which was what he had initially told you). Turns out, “extra help” in Jungkook Dictionary didn’t mean the academic one. It meant that he was pathetically hard and he wanted somewhere to stick his dick in (instead of doing it like a normal person and using his hand). 

Regardless, your position was equally embarrassing. You could’ve just walked away when you realized his true intentions, and not followed him into the theology section of the library, for fuck’s sake. You really needed to start exercising some self love and put some limits in that chaotic situationship before you got yourself in serious trouble. 

Still, all those mental promises turned into silence when you felt his fingers playing with your folds, teasing their way between them. “So fucking wet,” Jungkook’s horniness dripped from his voice like honey, so soft and deep that got your knees buckling, back arching so he could reach your heat better. “Such a needy girl. Always begging for cock.” 

“I didn’t beg for anything,” you weren’t in the mood to deal with his bullshit; looking over your shoulder just so you could stare him down. Somewhere along your messy make-out session and the Bible-induced guilt, Jungkook had already moved his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, his cock standing erect and proud. His timing was fantastic when he was actually interested in something. “You’re the one that can’t keep it in your pants.” 

He scoffed. “Don’t ruin the mood.” Jungkook punctuated his sentence with the plunging of two of his fingers inside your pussy, making a surprised whimper fall from your mouth — which you suppressed a second too late. “And of course I can’t, not when you’re dressed like this.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the pleasure that started to build up at the pumping of his fingers in and out of you. “My knee-level dress is neither sexy nor an open invitation, you troglodyte.” You had chosen to wear that dress because it was a deliciously warm afternoon, not because you wanted to get railed while staring at religious texts. Jungkook, however, seemed to stare at your choice of clothing like he was looking at an “all you can eat” bouffet. You groaned. “But if you’re gonna do it, can you rush? I don’t wanna get caught.” 

It was Jungkook’s turn to roll his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as his digits left your heat. You knew he’d tease you endlessly if you didn’t say that, and you two were on a tight schedule. “You never do,” he mumbled. 

“Duh,” you said, watching as his hand curled around his cock, pumping it a few times. You placed your own hands on the shelves and refused to look at the books any longer. “I have a future, you know. Don’t wanna get expelled halfway through the—”

“Shut up,” he interrupted you, holding onto your hips. Jungkook aligned himself with your entrance, coating his crown with your wetness and grunting at the sensation. “Fuck. Don’t wanna talk about your stupid high marks right now.” 

Jungkook made his point clear with a swift roll of his hips, his thick length gradually entering your pussy. You bit down on your lip, closing your eyes as you marveled at the aphrodisiac sensation of his cock opening you up. “Shit,” you moaned — a whispered, breathy moan that wiped all your fierceness away. “You’re so — fuck — so annoying.” 

“I said shut up,” Jungkook hissed, his cock hitting deep inside you with a strong hit of his hips against yours. You could feel him everywhere, mercilessly pushing his way inside your tight walls and stretching them wide for him. 

Your eyes instantly fell shut, eyebrows raising as he started to set a rhythm, moving in and out of your soaked heat. The sounds of your bodies meeting was dirty and, worst of all, it was super perceptible to any one passing by — however, in typical Jungkook magic, you quickly forgot about most of your worries. “Oh my… Jungkook,” you gasped, feeling his grasp on your skin grow tighter at the uttering of his name. “Someone’s… someone’s gonna hear us.” 

But you had successfully managed to piss Jungkook off, which was a terrible sign in that specific (public) situation. “Shit, you’re always like this,” he groaned, raising the force of his thrusts. A desperate moan died on your throat at the feeling of his cock drilling in and out of you, your breath shallow. That couldn’t be good. “Can’t stop fucking talking.” 

Thinking was starting to get difficult, and speaking was even worse. “That’s not what I—”

Another whimper broke your sentence, your trail of thought long forgotten, and he used that opening to his advantage. One of Jungkook’s hands slithered from your hip to the front of your body, moving between your breasts before, at last, settling on your neck. There was no strength on his actions when he pulled you backwards, making your back press against his chest. “Why can’t you understand when I tell you to be fucking quiet, uh?” His voice was a rough growl close to your ear, filled with so much hunger that you almost lost your balance. Before you did, however, the tap of two of his fingers on your lips made your focus shift. “Do both of us a fucking favor and put your mouth to good use.” 

For the first time that night, you were obedient. Without hesitation, you parted your lips so his fingers could move inside your mouth, a deep exhale leaving his chest once you started sucking on them; muffling your whimpers. 

“That’s it, fuck,” he praised, his momentaneous anger slipping away from his grasp. You could feel Jungkook throbbing inside you every time you swirled your tongue around his digits, his length splitting you open like no one else could. “You’re so fucking tight. The only reason why I don’t stuff your mouth full of my cock right now is because this pussy is too good.” 

You clenched around him, tried to say something that sounded like gibberish with his fingers still in your mouth. Amazingly so, Jungkook understood what it was. 

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” He asked, breathless. You could only nod, your body bouncing up and down with the force of his precise thrusts. “Yeah?” He chuckled. “You know, I should just leave you like this, see if you learn to shut up for once.” 

“Pfflease, no,” you struggled to get out. 

“No? Now you listen to what I have to say?” Jungkook kept teasing you, watching as your initial petulant attitude was washed away. Doing that to you seemed to be a habit that he couldn’t let go, no matter how hard he tried. There was something about the way you fumbled and whimpered under his grasp that inflated his ego more than anything. “You only listen when I have you like this. Don’t you think that’s funny?” 

Jungkook pulled his fingers out of your mouth, using that hand to press your body closer to his; tattooed arm wrapped in an iron grip around your waist. “Sorry,” you didn’t even know why you were apologizing at that point; you were just trying to grasp at anything that could bring you some sort of salvation. Maybe if you tried to appease his pestering spirit, he wouldn’t be so cruel when it came to your release. “Jungkook, please.” 

“Please what?” He asked, his breath ragged against your ear; sounding like he was almost getting lost in your pussy. 

“Please let me cum, please,” you begged. You didn’t know how he managed to do it: to make your entire personality crumble down into a desperate, needy mess with little to no effort. He knew just the right buttons to push; just the right way to fuck you. It was a dangerous game that you were playing and the score clearly wasn’t in your favor. 

“I’ll think about it.” He groaned, a particularly loud moan ripping itself from his throat at another hash buckle of his hips. He was fucking your so well that you couldn’t even remember where you were for a second, all inihibitions pushed aside as your mind turned into a hazed, disconnected mess. “First, be a good girl and let me fill you up.” 

You nodded desperately, not trusting yourself to say anything else. The heat in your stomach was building up at a worrisome speed, threatening to spill over at any given second, and yet you didn’t think it would happen quick enough. 

Just as you expected, Jungkook was cumming a few thrusts later, spilling himself inside your pussy as he groaned against your shoulder. “Fuck, baby,” he was fighting for air, trying to keep his moans as quiet as he could manage them. And yet, when his mouth right next to your ear, you could hear with divine clarity the beautiful, airy sighs he gifted you as he continued to fuck you through his high. “Take it, come on. Fuck.” 

You were almost pleading for your own body to hush and allow you to cum before Jungkook pulled away but, once again, you weren’t that lucky. You were left with shaky legs as he removed himself from your heat; feeling awfully empty as he swirled you around before crashing his mouth against yours in a messy kiss. 

Yes, Jungkook fucked you like no one else could, but kissing him managed to be even more heavenly sometimes. Time and time again, he would surprise you with kisses that left you seeking for air; the slow drag of his tongue against yours matching perfectly with the way his hand cupped your cheek, thumb delicately caressing the skin. It was the eye of a hurricane, the tranquil skies before the storm hit, and you could get lost in it with such ease that it scared you sometimes. 

But then he pulled away, and the magic left you just as quickly as it had arrived. “J-Jungkook, I didn’t—“ 

“Shh, baby, I know.” Another tender kiss against your lips, and his mouth moved to your jaw, nibbling on the skin. “Gonna clean you up, princess. Don’t worry.” 

Brain too overwhelmed to react, you were left speechless as Jungkook trailed a path of sloppy kisses down your neck, sending shivers down your spine before, at last, getting down on his knees before you. A question got trapped in your throat, rapidly forgotten, when he raised one of your thighs and placed it over his shoulder. “Hold this up for me.” He signed at the hem of your dress, and you did as he requested, pulling the fabric to the level of your breasts. “That’s my girl.” 

A shivering sigh danced on your tongue as you waited for him to move, his eyes eagerly taking in the way his release dripped between your folds, mingling with your own wetness. Jungkook loved to watch his work. “So pretty,” Jungkook mumbled, as he always did; sounding like he was trapped in a daydream. Like you weren’t actually supposed to hear that. “Always so pretty for me.” 

You got lost in his praise for exactly two seconds before he was leaning in and pressing his mouth against your heat. Your hips buckled forward, barely held in place by his strong arms around your thighs. “Jungkook,” you called his name, making his dark eyes snap towards yours. His tongue prodded against your opening once, twice, teasing your pussy a few times before he licked his path up your slit, lips wrapping around your clit. “God, so good.” 

Jungkook hummed against your heat, lapping between your folds like he was a starved animal, not caring about the fact that his own cum was mixed with your arousal. You were starting to consider that maybe he had a bit of an oral fixation, because you never saw him so focused as when he had his face buried between your thighs; his tongue playing with your sensitive spots so eagerly that you couldn’t help but whine out his name. 

“Oh— Fuck,” you whimpered, feeling  as that familiar pressure started to build on the base of your spine. Your hands were sweaty, clenching onto the fabric of your flowery dress as Jungkook continued to moan and lick his way around your pussy. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

Jungkook was looking up at you through the thick curtain of his messy hair, his devilish eyes sparking up in a silent dare for you to make a mess on his tongue. At the same time that he told you to keep quiet, you knew that he got off when you were loud — especially in a place like that, where the two of you could get caught. He was a fucking demon when he wanted to be, and he seriously didn’t have any trouble dragging you to hell along with him. 

The worst part was that you liked it. You liked it since the very first time he had you, liked the way he took your precious control away from you. You liked when he had you like that: a shivering, desperate mess hanging by a thread; dwelling in the fantastic sensation of his wet muscle prodding your entrance, fucking it open as he stared up at you like he could eat you whole. 

It was always the sight of Jungkook like that — between your thighs, eating you out like you were his favorite sweet — that pushed you over the edge. You pressed the back of your hand against your mouth, muffling your needy cries as you finally reached your high, his tongue still playing with your clit as you came down. Jungkook groaned as a small wave of your arousal dripped on him, his mouth expertly cleaning it up, just like he had promised. 

“S-Stop,” you whimpered, a violent shiver overtaking your muscles as you started to feel the effects of your sensitivity. “Too much.” 

After a final stroke of his tongue against your slick, Jungkook tugged your panties back in place and removed your thigh from his shoulder before, finally, he moved back to his feet. Your hand, weak, let go of the fabric and allowed your dress to collapse back into place, covering the mess between your legs. 

He smirked at your overwhelmed, fucked-out state as he tugged himself back inside his pants. The sound of his zipper was once again a noisy interruption, which brought along a new wave of panic as you remembered your location. 

You grabbed Jungkook’s wrist, twisting it around so you could look at his watch. “We have five minutes until closing time.” You sighed heavily, looking up at him with your typical irritated stare. His magic didn’t last for long, after all. “Why are you always like this?”

“Like what?” Jungkook raised one eyebrow, unable to hide the entertainment in his voice as he watched your expression. He ran one hand through his dark hair, pushing it back. “Incredibly handsome? Charismatic? Good at everything? Including eati—”  

“I was going to ask why do you have the inherent need to defile religious places, but whatever helps you sleep at night,” you interrupted. “By the way, this,” you pointed between you two, “is not happening again. So I hope you had a good last time.” 

Jungkook chuckled, holding your chin with his fingers. “This is like the third time you’re saying that, baby.” He pulled you in for a quick kiss, barely a tender press of his lips against yours. “But whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

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