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soobrat · 2 years ago

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wingless angel; dsc

act i | act ii | final act milestone celebration masterlist

pairing; fuckboy!winwin x afab!reader

words; 7.2k

genre; estabished relationship, college au, ANGST, smut

warnings; DUBCON, toxic relationship, manipulation, sex in a theater, slut shaming (like actually), piv, getting caught, Sicheng is just really nasty okay

preface; this was hard to write, I feel so bad for MC. act iii will be less depressing I promise.

act ii ➻ in my head

Your silence was going on for far too long. Any longer and the only explanation would be you hiding or realizing something. It was a little bit of both. Why did you like Dong Sicheng?

Sicheng was one of those people who were cool in high school and college, when the average person cared less about how they were perceived. At least a little. You were no longer sweating in the middle of history class, surrounded by giggling popular kids and stressing about whether your limbs looked awkward. You weren’t an idiot, though. You realized that you were on the ground, along with the majority of the students on campus. Sicheng and everyone he associated with? Leisurely floating among the sun and the clouds, not even sparing a glance at anyone below.

All your life you felt insignificant. Like you could scream and no one would hear a sound. It never bothered you until it came to crushes, and walking into your university’s orientation gave you one of the most debilitating crushes yet.

There he was, vibrating at a different frequency. By this time, every crush would notice your eyes boring into the side of their head. Not Sicheng. He had never looked at you once throughout your first year. Your crushes didn’t last long. They’d end up angry about your constant staring and chew you out, or their friends would tease them into declaring their disdain for you. All of your crushes came crashing down in a huge fire, ending with you sobbing alone in your bedroom. With Sicheng it was strangely quiet.

Your second year, you got into a relationship with Kun. It distracted you for a moment. You quickly realized you’d receive no affection there. The summer after, you broke up with Kun. It was messy and draining. You felt like a zombie. Waking up at three in the afternoon, going to the library, staying there until it closed.

One night, you happened to glance to your right. That’s when you finally caught his eyes. You were locked into his gaze as he flashed you a smile.

“Hey.” Sicheng whispered, propping his head up with his palm.

“Hey.”

You looked calm, but you felt like you were floating. You must’ve had dark circles accompanied by some pretty defined bags, but that didn’t matter. He saw you. He was talking to you. That night was the first of many where you were shoved into a bookcase in the back corner of the library with Sicheng’s hungry lips everywhere your skin was exposed. You had new marks to show off daily. Kun’s disgusted glare at you from across the lecture hall was just a bonus. His words rang in your ears.

“Have you no respect for yourself?”

Sicheng let the wings Kun continuously clipped flourish. He changed you for the better. The sad part was that people didn’t understand that.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. He’s good to me.” You say, exasperated. They clearly stated this wouldn’t be an intervention.

“…Does he?” Aeri questions, skepticism evident on her face. With your body language growing more closed off by the second, she’s quick to expand on her question. “Sicheng is infamous for treating his girlfriends like shit.”

“That may be true, I’m not denying that, but who’s to say he hasn’t changed?” You cringe as soon as the words leave your mouth. You sound like every human who’s ever been in denial of their toxic relationship.

“I am. I am to say. Bro, he literally has a pattern of behavior. It’s not that he just vaguely treats them badly. First, he only goes for virgins. You know for a fact that’s a waving red flag.” Jimin speaks up, twice as annoyed as you are. Not an intervention your ass. You were supposed to watch a movie, are you a TV all of a sudden?

“Second, he always coerces them to fuck and makes a big deal out of “taking their innocence”. That’s waving red flag number two. Are you seriously not seeing these?”

“Woah, there was no coercion! It was a consensual exchange!” It’s not the most graceful, but you manage to avoid the question. No amount of beating around the bush could stop the question from seeping into your subconscious.

“Oh god, so you guys already had sex?” Minjeong whispers before they all give you a look of uneasiness. You groan.

“Yes! We, two consenting adults who have been in a relationship since the summer had sex! What’s so bad about that?” You erupt, defending yourself like a cornered defenseless animal.

“You really wanna know?” Jimin grits her teeth, becoming visibly restless.

“Jimin…” Minjeong rests her hand on her leg and pleads with her eyes. Jimin can’t see any of the three pairs of eyes begging her to be merciful, though.

“No, I wanna know. I asked, didn’t I?” You push hesitantly. Jimin is a friend, but you’ve seen what her words have done to others. Never would you have thought she’d aim at you. She wouldn’t…

“Fine. You wanna be stubborn? I can force you to see the reality of the situation-”

“Just say it already!”

“Why else would Sicheng choose you?!” Jimin shouts. Your mouth falls open, feeling as if her words knocked the wind out of you. The other three quickly work to patch up the wound she left behind.

“Jimin! What the hell?” Says Aeri before rushing to your side, pushing Jimin to the end of the couch.

“She didn’t mean that…” Minjeong soothes in a hushed voice.

“I think what she meant to communicate was that Sicheng was preying on… he was using how you see yourself against you.” Yizhuo attempts to cautiously diffuse the situation. You laugh dryly. All this time you thought your friends just happened to be much prettier than you are. Now you’re witnessing how they’ve always seen you.

“I-I’m gonna go.” You say shakily, standing from the couch. Everyone except Jimin tries to convince you to stay.

“Let me guess, you’re going to see him.” Jimin shakes her head at you. You don’t even spare her a glance.

“Haven’t you done enough?” Aeri glares at Jimin before looking back at you. “Please sit down, she should’ve never said that.”

“Go ahead! Keep babying her. See where it lands her.”

As tears threaten to spill you try to leave before you let her see you cry.

“Wait!” Minjeong grabs your arm. “Please, just hear us out. We only want what’s best for you.”

You pause before slipping your arm from her grasp. Staying there felt like a constant reminder of how you’ve been seen all your life. As you open the door Jimin yells after you one last time.

“At least answer this. Does he take you out on nice dates? Buy you nice things? Hell, does he even fucking compliment you? If not, how is he making you feel good?”

“H-he… of course he does!” You turn back, only to be faced with four rounds of skepticism.

“If the only way he makes you feel good is physical, you’re not his girlfriend. You’re a sex doll.”

Like pulling away from a fire before it scorches you, you retreat, slamming the door behind you.

What was the goal of that exchange? To make you feel like shit? To show you how pathetic they think you are? How could they, people you considered your friends?

As soon as Sicheng knocks on the door, you swing it open and rush to wrap your arms around him. You sob into his chest, waiting for the warmth of his embrace to consume you so you could distract yourself.

“What’s wrong?”

Fuck, his voice is so dry. In your frustration, all you can focus on is the rain pouring down beyond the eaves of your house. The overwhelming smell of drenched Earth and the dreary skies beyond Sicheng’s shoulders keep pulling you back to reality.

“My friends, they… really hurt me today.” You say quietly, feeling embarrassed of your overwrought emotions now. He pushes you away to smile down at you.

“Who cares what they think, remember?”

The guilty feeling in your chest was still there from the first time you said it, but it was fading quickly. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“Good, now get dressed, I’m taking you out.”

A wide grin spreads across your face.

“Babe! Hurry up!” Sicheng whines, drawing out each word unnecessarily like a child. You giggle, watching yourself in the mirror as you apply the finishing touches to your makeup. You smile at your reflection, finally satisfied enough to show him.

“Okay! I’m done.” You yell as you open your bedroom door. Your lip quivers as you wait for his reaction. He glances over with a smile to match the one you failed to contain. You feel light fill your chest.

“I thought maybe you took too long, but we could probably sneak in a quickie and be on time.”

Your smile fades a bit more noticeably than you’d like. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks from the couch. You shrug, feeling stupid now. “Come on.” He says with a leery look. “Tell me.”

“It’s just… do you like it…” Your voice is so quiet it’s almost inaudible.

“What, how you look?” The way he asks makes your expression sour further. Flat, no emotion. Almost like he was annoyed by being asked to consider your efforts. “Why? Did you wear this for me?”

You nod sheepishly. He exhales slowly through his nose before beckoning you closer. When you’re in reaching distance he pulls at the hem of your dress. “This is perfect.” He smirks before biting his lip. You smile back, a thank you right on the tip of your tongue before he speaks again.

“Easy access…” He trails off before flipping your dress up and revealing your lacy underwear. You gasp, pulling the fabric from his fingers.

“What pretty underwear.” He chuckles, pulling you onto his lap. Your heart is racing, and not because he’s being crude or getting you aroused. You’re completely, and utterly embarrassed. Every second you spent in your room agonizing over what clothes to wear and how much makeup to apply, you spent thinking of him. And all he’s worried about is how easy it’ll be to fuck you.

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you consider his side. The two of you haven’t seen each other over the entire weekend since he was out of town. He’ll be back to normal after you have sex. Back to what you usually do…

“Babe.” Sicheng snaps you out of your thoughts. “Let’s just go now, okay?”

“Okay.”

He holds you by your waist, stopping to look closer at your face. You stare back confusedly. “D’you have on makeup?”

Look at you, jumping to conclusions and doubting your boyfriend. He’s taking you on a date for god’s sake. And now he’s recognizing the effort you put in for him. In his defense, maybe he couldn’t see from afar.

“Yeah, do you like it?” You ask hopefully, prying your heart to the over-exposed state it’s usually in.

“I mean, it’s fine, but we’re going to the movies. It’s gonna be dark.” He chuckles, looking at you like a silly child. He pats your ass before maneuvering you off of him.

“Let’s go.”

You were lost in thought the entire car ride. At least you were actually seeing a movie like you were promised. You fidget with your phone in your lap, popping it in and out of its case.

Couldn’t he at least have told me I looked pretty?

The thought brought about a tightness in your chest. You force yourself to look out of the window, trying to distract yourself from the rising unease.

“Are you okay?” Sicheng turns down the radio, removing a layer of distraction. You wouldn’t be able to stabilize your trembling voice so you just nod. He’s quiet for a moment, leaving the volume lowered to cause you just that much more suffering.

“Hey, uh, I forgot to tell you! I was talking to a couple girls last week,”

You could feel spite gnawing at your brain. Why must he insist on being so oblivious to how he makes you feel? Him being utterly dense was the favorable answer as opposed to something more purposeful. But that’s downright depraved, and it’s silly to even consider that. What would he gain?

A sex doll.

The thought flares up your anxiety tenfold. You hurriedly roll the window down and gasp in the air.

“They told me how good we looked together. You know, as a couple?”

You slowly turn to face the windshield before turning again to look at your boyfriend. He looks back at you, face painted in confusion.

“Her friend said she was jealous of what we have.” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk before concentrating on the road. You expected to see him crack an amused smile at that assertion. You wouldn’t blame him, you felt the same way. The devastating realization came when you were standing together in the mirror, checking out your matching costumes. He didn’t comment on it, but it was so obvious. Next to him, it was much more apparent just how unexceptional you were. It was like the main character standing next to an extra.

“Girls from our university said that?”

Sicheng laughing at your confusion rather than the statement about your relationship wasn’t adding up in your brain.

“Yeah. Why not?”

What were you going to do, tell him you thought the two of you didn’t match? All that would do is reveal your poor self-esteem. It’s pitiful, and would probably make him uncomfortable.

“Oh, nothing. That’s really sweet.” You say with phony nonchalance.

“It really is. It’s about time people start acknowledging how awesome we are.” He’s smug about it, but it was doing it for you. You smile over at him and he smiles back.

So when you get to the theater, you’re not pissed off that his hand makes its way under your skirt. You don’t scold him as he fucks his fingers into you. And you allow him to pull you onto his lap. You ignore that this was the reason you sat in the very back corner.

“Look at you,” He grunts in your ear as he haphazardly pushes your panties to the side. “being so nasty for me.”

You’ve been worked up since he said that in the car. His teasing didn’t make it any better.

“You’re so worked up already. Should I pull over? Nah, I think I should make you wait.”

And he was true to his word, no matter how much you begged him to at least let you grind against his palm. So you were letting him fuck you in public. If only Kun could see you now. The thought makes you clench down on him.

“Fuck- baby. You’re gonna make me cum. Why are you being so obscene, hm?” He digs his fingers into your bare thighs as his hips snap against you. You bite your lip, grinding down to meet his thrusts.

“You make me so horny.” You whimper pitifully before leaning your head back against his shoulder. You can feel his cock twitch inside you after saying that. He’s always loved when you admit how much you want him to fuck you. The effect is stronger whenever it comes packaged with a little shame, which is why you expected something along the lines of his next words.

“Do you have no shame?” He growls into your ear. That word choice, however, was not at all what you expected. You gasp louder than you intend, hips bucking into the air as you clench your thighs. A couple moviegoers turn, their faces morphing in disgust or surprise once they see you squirming in his lap. They all whisper, some quickly averting their eyes while others enjoy the show. “Baby, look at what you’re doing.” He whispers as if he himself is appalled.

The shame comes crashing over you like a ton of bricks. Your face is red hot and you hide your face in his neck. Still, you don’t stop. Your relationship with Kun would’ve made you think you could never handle being humiliated, let alone be aroused by it. Your experience with him solidified that you thrived off of affection and unconditional love only. But with how wet you are around his cock, that can’t be right.

You whine, whimper, and groan as you fuck yourself on his cock. “I-I just wanna make you feel good.” You sob before a chorus of short, soft gasps erupt from your throat. You’re so close.

“I can’t believe you’re about to cum in front of all these strangers.” He keeps up his dismayed act, even as he lewdly rubs your clit. Pushing your thighs apart so he can vigorously stroke it from side to side. There’s no way most of the theater can’t hear how wet you are. “Is this who you are? My baby’s a filthy whore.” His voice wavers. His thrusts are more sporadic and you can tell he’s about to cum inside you in the theater. It’ll probably drip onto the seats.

“You’re really okay with me filling you up? Here? Baby…”

“No! W-we’ll make a mess-”

“But a girl like you is okay with that, right?”

“No… I’m a good girl.” You say almost inaudibly.

“Hm… okay, princess.” He says reassuringly. For a second you calm down, slowly grinding against him, ready to pull off and finish this later. The movie’s almost over anyway. Then Sicheng grips your hips harshly. His breath is erratic as he bucks into you. The lewd moan that sounds next to your ear tips you off to what’s about to happen. Before you could voice your protests, he fills you up, his skin slapping against yours loudly as he does. The shock brings you down from your high fast. You have that same feeling when he flipped your skirt up in your living room.

Complete and utter embarrassment. And there was nothing sexy about it now. You gasp as you clench your legs together. You work fast to pull him out of you and fix your underwear. You stand up and whip around, inspecting the seat. He chuckles at you and you look at him in disbelief.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” As he speaks, his amusement diminishes and is replaced with that familiar brand of annoyance he gives you. You want to berate him, tell him how stupid it is that he doesn’t know what’s wrong. You want to storm out and catch an uber home. Then it hits you. You did this to yourself.

Weren’t you just the one riding him where people could see? Continuing when you knew they were looking? As the memory of people reacting to you floods your brain, the shame racks through you like lightning.

The lights come up and people in the theater start leaving their seats. To your horror, whistles and laughter start to fill the theater. You turn to see men making lewd gestures at you and clapping at you with debauched looks on their faces. The women either laugh at you or scowl at you in disgust. Your heart sinks as you watch them with dread in your eyes.

When you feel Sicheng’s arm around you, you shrink into him, wishing his figure could somehow cover you up completely. He walks you out of the auditorium without a word. The pit of your stomach feels like it’s squeezing and turning. You feel afraid to look at him. You make it all the way out of the theater with no words. Maybe he really does think you’re disgusting. You wished you could say you didn’t feel the same.

The moment he lets go of you to get in on the driver’s side you feel cold. You keep your head down as you enter the car. As the door shut you feel like you can’t breathe. What if he decides that after what happened he doesn’t want anything to do with you?

Midway into the drive, you gather the courage to slowly peek over at him. He has a smile on his face, one that you’d go out of your way to describe as satisfied. You exhale slowly and sink into your seat. He peers over at you.

“You were great today.”

You feel your heart swell, you eat up every ounce of praise. Even when you weren’t as vulnerable as you felt now.

“I fucking love when you get all insecure and defensive.”

This time you don’t make an effort to stop your face from falling. He couldn’t just let you have it. Have one moment you could cherish with your dear boyfriend. And could he hear himself? How could anyone say those words to someone they’re supposed to care so deeply about? It’s so unlike you to question him, but you just need to know.

“Why?”

Maybe it was the utter confusion apparent in your voice that made Sicheng frown. “Why? I don’t know… It turns me on.” It was apparently his turn to be defensive now.

Sicheng’s arm around you made you feel secure, safe from the scrutiny and nauseating attention that made you feel like grimy trash. Now that you know he enjoyed seeing you suffer through that, it tainted the memory for good. You weren’t secure at all. If any of those men made an effort to try something, would your negative reaction arouse him?

“How… How is that arousing?” You ask in disbelief. You didn’t want to fight, but this admission from him was warping everything you thought you knew about him.

“Babe.” He says, throwing your disbelief back at you. “Come on. Everyone has kinks. Maybe it’s a little weird, but most kinks are! Plus, it’s not like you didn’t know.”

You snap your head in his direction, frantic eyes taking in the way his eyes roll at your bewilderment. “What?! You did know!”

“Knew how?” You want to shout at him, but you can’t muster the strength.

“Our first time together, your first time, I was pretty candid about what I liked. I slut shamed you and you seemed to like it, so what’s the problem here?”

“That’s different! You calling me a slut in the privacy of my bedroom and you getting turned on by me experiencing genuine shame while being watched and judged by strangers is wildly different!” You finally build the courage to scream at him. His silence makes you immediately regret it. He just watches the road, letting you suffer in silence while you try to decipher what he’s thinking.

“I can’t understand why you’re screaming. I misjudged the situation and made a mistake. I don’t think I deserve to get reamed for that.” He muttered. This is the first time you’ve seen the annoyance overtake him. It makes the feeling that you're being unreasonable overtake you.

“I-I’m sorry-”

“We’re here.”

The car halts in front of your house. You didn’t know how to tell him or if you should, but you didn’t want to leave.

“Can…” You start, feeling hopeless before you even get the words out. You sigh and shut your eyes. “Can you come in with me.” You ask apprehensively. It’s clear through your voice that you already expect him to say no, but after you got it out of the way you felt a bit of relief. The thought of going upstairs and sleeping in a cold bed honestly scared you. Especially after your rollercoaster of emotions tonight. But that wasn’t going to happen. You were going to go up together and everything was going to be fine.

“No. You need some time to cool off.”

His words linger in the air as a lump forms in your throat. The click of the door unlocking echoes in your mind. You sat on the end of your bed for hours, letting the TV play in the background so you felt less alone with your thoughts.

He’s angry at you. And it’s your fault. Your back started to ache from the awkward angle you sat in. More hours drag by as you lie on your bed and stare at the wall. What if he realizes you never deserved someone like him? Or if he never speaks to you again? You try to imagine your days without him and they feel empty and grey.

It’s five a.m and you lug yourself to the bathroom. When you turn the light on you feel tears start to well. Look at you. This is what he’ll see when he looks back at photos of the two of you, deliberating on whether he should keep you around or not. Then he’d leave, and you’d be back to your old self.

What were you going to do?

Your dream was distressing enough. What stressed you out more was that you opened your eyes and someone was still yelling your name. Once you hear the loud knocks on your door, your eyes snap fully open. You stumble trying to step right into your slippers out of bed but push on. You recognize the voice by now. As you swing open the door all the worry that loomed over you immediately clears up.

“Sicheng, I’m so sorry.” You shout right out of the gate.

“Where were you? I was calling and texting you all morning.” He looks upset, and maybe this was your brain on serotonin, but it seemed to be out of concern for you.

“I was here, I uh… I slept in.” You don’t even bother checking the time or worrying about what you slept through. You’re just glad he didn’t leave you alone.

“Through your morning classes?” He asks skeptically.

“Yeah, missing one class isn’t the end of the world.” You shrug, still jittery from the high his presence gave you.

“You… weren’t with someone else?” He asks as he steps closer, looking down at you. You bite your lip and shake your head.

“God, I’m so glad to see you.” The overwhelming urge to hug him takes over as you wrap your arms around his waist. He chuckles and kicks the door closed before hugging you back. You melt into his embrace.

That afternoon, the morning after, and the dawn of the next day you were all over each other. It felt like the beginning, when he would cover you in hickies and moan your name without actually having sex. Even now when you’re riding him like your life depends on it, he’s still managing to match your desperation.

“You’re so good for me, gonna make me cum inside you again.” He mumbles against your lips as he squeezes your ass. He pulls you down hard, making his cock shoot deep inside you again. You fall forward onto his shoulder with a loud moan. Your hips kick forward and smear your combined fluids amongst both your upper thighs. Sicheng’s moans sound prettier than they’ve ever been. Your walls constricting around his shaft demonstrate just how much they’re affecting you. You’ve been grinding into his lap for two rounds now and you weren’t gonna keep it up for much longer. “My legs are getting tired.” You whine next to his ear. You hoped he’d just flip you around and take over, but you groan when he laughs.

“I know you have it in you. I can feel how turned on you are, just give it to me like I know you can.” He encourages mockingly, cooing and awing next to your ear. When you whimper he slaps your ass. It was harder than you expect and you hiss as the sting lingers. “Come on baby.” His voice deepens suddenly, making you squeeze again. Your hips stutter as you try to fight the exhaustion coming on. He tsks before sighing disappointedly.

“You must be letting the slut out for someone else, huh?”

There goes that accusatory tone again. After what happened the night of the movie, you’ve felt less turned on by his taunting. You find yourself wondering if his affinity for your discomfort stops outside of sex.

You lean away, looking into his eyes with conviction and state loud and clear, “I’m not.”

He seems taken aback, but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth suggests he’s still having fun. “Oh yeah? Your slutty pussy only gets wet for me?” He leans closer, goading you. You blindly fall for it.

“You're my boyfriend, why would I cheat on you?!” You raise your voice but he doesn’t flinch. His face is still close, in fact he gets closer. You think he’s gonna kiss you but he just continues this little game.

“Maybe I’m not enough to satisfy how loose you’ve become.” His straight face, save for the hint of disgust, made you feel he wasn’t just saying it because it turned him on. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. The thought of disgusting him snuffed out your passion to challenge him. You didn’t want to drive him away.

You might love him.

So you push aside your bruised ego and start riding him again. His face softens, lids lowering to watch you fuck yourself on him through his eyelashes.

“He was worried about me guys.” You beam, revealing the information as if it were grand. It was to you. Judging by their expressions, it wasn’t to them.

“I would hope so. Your partner is supposed to care about you.” Aeri suggests carefully. You’re practically made of steel right now, so her words bounce right off of you. You’ve been through a lot these past two weeks. A lot of sex, and something new.

“Whatever, whatever. You know what else couples are supposed to do? Fight.”

“Just because he doesn’t fight with you doesn’t mean it’s a healthy relationship-”

“No, we didn’t fight before. We do now.” You bite your lip to contain your wide smile as you look at each girl. The three of them look at each other in curiosity before looking back at you.

“What do you fight about?” Yizhuo inquires, leaning forward.

“Other men. Recently he’s been super worried about who I’m hanging out with. It all started after this small fight we had a couple of weeks ago. Do you think he’s worried I’ll move on?” You ask, but no one answers. They just silently pick at their small ceramic plates, light wind tossing their hair.

“I think I can understand why you think this is what love is,” Minjeong is downright clinical as she speaks to you. It bothers you. Is this because of what happened at Aeri’s house? “but that could easily be a sign that he’s possessive.”

“Or… that he doesn’t want you to find someone else to… you know.” Aeri interjects. You try to swallow down the sour taste in your mouth. “Because then he’d have to put effort into finding someone new.”

Yizhuo gasps, frail fingers covering her mouth as she looks at Aeri with concern. “The third stage. Jimin never said it.” You falter, eyes darting around the outdoor seating area. Maybe those words left a dent.

“I really don’t think that’s the case.” You don’t let the thought fester for a second. They just don’t get it. They don’t get him. “This salmon looks good though.” You dig into your food, ignoring the doubt emerging around you.

Sicheng doesn’t need anyone else and he damn sure doesn’t need to worry about your eyes wandering. You deliberated on how you could show him this. You already give him so much. The night after you both finished finals, you figured it out. Your one year anniversary was this summer and you wanted to shake things up a bit. You wanted him to relax and just let you take care of him.

You were dressed in your prettiest baby blue lingerie. You layered a thin white robe over it so you could reveal yourself to him. You waited rather impatiently on the bed, fidgeting with anything you could get your hands on. He was late. Maybe he got busy. Maybe he didn’t care about your big surprise.

Your ears perk up when you hear your front door open. You straighten out, settling into the sexy pose you practiced. When he calls your name you start to tremble with excitement. “In here!” You sing.

Sicheng slowly opens the door and immediately takes in your appearance. You take in his as well. His hair was actually styled. He usually went for a messy look and it looked great, but the way his hair was parted somewhat in the middle looked surprisingly better. He had a snazzy white collared shirt with long sleeves and a black pattern to match his black pants.

“You look dressed up for something.” With sultry eyes, you make a show of checking him out. He smirks as he climbs over you onto the bed.

“I could say the same about you.” He says like he’s onto you. You crane your neck to brush your nose against his before capturing his lips. He starts raking his hands up your sides as he eagerly kisses you back. He pushes your robe up and freezes when he feels the fabric of your garter belt. “Oh?”

That wasn’t supposed to be how he found out, but you were getting lost in his lips. You pull away and slide from under his body. “There’s more to your outfit?” He raises his eyebrows. You settle onto your knees, tugging at your disheveled robe before readying your hands to untie it.

“I wanted to do something special to show you that I’m yours.”

“Here, let me.” He reaches his hands forward but you turn away.

“You just lay back and let me take care of you.” You guide him to the back of your bed, pushing him lightly to lay his head on your pillows. You bite your lip as you straddle him. As you untie your robe and toss it away, you let your face express how aroused you were. How much you wanted to please him.

His face is blank, the passion from moments ago suddenly missing. You reluctantly ignore that and grind down onto his crotch. “Tell me how you want it.” You say quietly as you unbutton his pants. Thinking back to your time with Kun, you thought it’d be impossible to do things like this. Aeri would talk about her experiences and the things she would do all the time. Each time, you couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of you doing any of that. Through getting to experience Sicheng, you opened up to the possibility of you being more sexual.

You enjoy that feeling you get when you see him and know you’re about to have sex. That excitement coursing through your veins. The way your synapses fire when his skin touches yours. And the sex, you couldn’t get enough of it.

You loved sex.

“I wanna show you how nasty I can get. Only for you.” You slip your hand under his boxers and fish for his cock. When you graze your hand over it, you realize it’s still soft. Not an ounce of life. He grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away.

“What are you doing?”

Your face slowly loses its expression as he gawks at you. All of the reasoning you came up with was nowhere to be found. What are you doing? You stammer, unsure if you should explain yourself or apologize. He sighs annoyedly before moving you off his lap. The air suddenly feels cold and you wrap your arms around yourself. You can’t muster the strength to turn around and see what he’s doing, but you can hear his footsteps thudding toward the door.

From behind you, his voice sounds.

“I’m going out. My phone’s gonna be off so don’t call me.”

Followed by a dull click and then another.

You scramble off the bed to find your robe. On the way, you pass a mirror and reluctantly look at it. Look at you. You looked ridiculous. Cheap. You snatch the robe from the ground and hurriedly wrap it around you. You try to ignore how vivid the feeling of your lingerie pinching your skin is. It scrapes against you, rough and suffocating.

You lie on your bed and stare at the wall. He’ll call in the morning like he did last time.

The next day

He probably got drunk and now he’s hungover. Or he’s passed out at a frat house. You opt to let him call or text you first. Did how confident you were to please him scare him off? Taking into account how he gets turned on when he shames you, perhaps he has trouble unpacking eroticism.

Whenever he texts you, you’re more than willing to talk about it. In the meantime, you have to focus on your slipping grades.

Two days later

You decide to text him since he’s probably embarrassed. Something about what you did triggered something complicated inside of him. You’re sure of it.

___: hey, do you want to maybe talk?

He doesn’t answer for a few hours, but that’s okay. He’s probably thinking just as hard as you are. You’ll stay home for the day so you don’t miss it. College can wait.

One week later

You stare down at the blue lingerie in the garbage can. You’re so fucking stupid. Why did you think he would like that? You’ve slept with him enough times to know what he likes. When you’re demure, it turns him on. Of course he wouldn’t like this. Stupid.

___: I know I’ve texted you a bunch, but I just want to know if you’re okay

You pound your fist against your head, further disturbing your knotty nest. So stupid.

Two weeks later

___: was this you?

You attach a photo of the note that was slid under your door. That was a dumb question. Of course it wasn’t him. Your friends had been frantically trying to contact you since you dropped out. Today is your last day in this apartment and you blocked their numbers, they won’t be able to judge you anymore. This must be one of their sad attempts to get in contact.

“Are you about ready? The truck will be here soon.” Kun shouts from your kitchen, voice echoing through the empty apartment.

“One sec.” You shout back as you open the unlabelled envelope, retrieving the note inside. You unravel the paper to see just one sentence.

“You’re making a mistake getting back with Kun.”

There was only one person that came to mind. You had cut off your other friends, but when it comes to Jimin it was more than that. She was dead to you. You shred up the envelope and paper, unsteady hands causing stray pieces to fall to the floor.

“What was that?” Kun asks as he walks into the living room with another box. When you feel satisfied, you stuff the shreds into a nearby garbage bag. You clench your jaw and dust of your hands.

“Nothing.”

A month and a half later

“Come out and eat. Laying there all day is unproductive.” He doesn’t even bother waiting for your response, just shutting the door again and leaving you in the dark. Your body feels heavy. Each time you think you can’t cry anymore, you prove yourself wrong. You smelled like shit. The worst part?

You couldn’t bring yourself to care.

A month later

As you get ready for another godforsaken dinner party, you find yourself staring in the mirror. It’s a miracle Sicheng even noticed you in the first place. You should be grateful for the months he spared you. And you are. You have fond memories. Maybe other people don’t see them as that, but they are.

You lower your makeup brush as you attempt to reminisce. You try to find a memory that doesn’t make your stomach turn. A memory that isn’t tainted with red flags, ones you picked up on but ignored for your own sake.

Sniffling, you clench your eyes shut. There isn’t a single one. Even the okay ones were predecessors to a fight or sex. You’re not even sure which one is worse anymore.

A week and five days later

Maybe it was for the best. You and Kun have been through this. It didn’t work the first time, why would it work now? You haven’t tried in a while…

___: I broke up with Kun

You try again after he doesn’t answer.

___: I wasn’t very happy with him anyway

___: not like how I was with you

___: he doesn’t touch me

Oh he would hate you saying that. What, did he think after fucking more than you spoke to each other that you wouldn’t get accustomed to it?

___: you made me like this

___: you’re not even man enough to come to talk to me

___: or even text?

___: you’re fine with just ghosting me?

___: how do you live with yourself?

You hurriedly wipe away the tears that dropped on your screen. Did he change his number? If so, why isn’t the new owner letting you know you’ve got the wrong person? Your texts must be getting lost in the mountains of texts he gets daily. It’s the only explanation logical enough to placate your anxiety. You don’t actually think he’s capable of being so wicked, but you’re so angry you can’t think straight. Is it really that hard for him to speak to you? Fuck, you really wanna hear his voice.

___: I love you Sicheng

You admit to him and yourself. The admission sends you spiraling. You drop your phone to the floor with a loud bang and collapse. You sob loudly into your hands. Against your better judgment, you imagine you’re in his arms and he’s shushing you. You can’t even properly materialize the fantasy. You have no reference.

In a moment of weakness, you think back to what Jimin told you, and what she failed to tell you. You knew good and well that finding out the third stage could hurt you even further. You’re scared of what that may entail. But you still search for the nearest payphone to your parent’s house. If you were her, you wouldn’t answer if you saw your name pop up. You type in her number and wait as it rings.

The ringing ceases and it’s quiet for just a moment.

“Hello?” Jimin’s voice is gruff. You look at the time on your phone. You probably woke her up.

“Listen, I know I have no right to call you after the fight a month or so ago, but I just need to know.” You rush out as your voice trembles.

Jimin lets out a frustrated sigh. “Know what.”

“The third stage.” You say apprehensively. Jimin lets the conversation hang in silence long enough for you to realize you stopped breathing. Your heart beats in your ears as she clears her throat.

“Thought you found that out on your own already.”

“I… I didn’t-”

“He likes to watch women fall prisoner to lust, to watch as he chips away at their innocence. The problem is that once he chips it all away, there’s no putting it back.”

You feel like your body is physically rejecting her words. You shake your head, shaking loose all the tears welling in your eyes. “No that’s not true-”

“He got bored of you after you stopped behaving the way he wanted.” She says, frustration reaching its peak. Words fail to enter your brain. The silence only lasts a short while before Jimin hangs up the phone.

You can’t stop yourself. You weren’t going to stop fretting over it until you know for sure. After you type in the next number you feel numb as it rings. You pray and pray that a stranger picks up. The ringing stops quicker than you expect. You hear music and a familiar laugh before an amused–

“Hello?”

You wait, registering his voice as he repeats himself and asks if someone is there. He mumbles something before the call cuts out. You turn and leave the dark alley, arms swinging limply by your sides. The head and taillights of cars that whiz by and stores that are still open light up your empty eyes. As you stare out into nothing, your phone buzzes. You slowly lift it into view, staring at the sole notification on your cracked screen.

Sichengie 💞: I don’t

➻ end of act ii

#phewwwww #the next act shouldn't be as long either #just a nice little update time skip thing #dong sicheng #sicheng #winwin #nct #wayv #kpop #smut #angst #sicheng smut #winwin smut #wayv smut #nct smut #kpop smut #wayv angst #nct angst #kpop angst

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phantomrose96 · 4 years ago

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Old Wounds

Danny’s secret is not a secret anymore.

The lines between Fenton and Phantom have long since blurred. And it’s a common occurrence for news reporters to trip over their tongue when flagging him down, mid-transformation, for a post-fight interview. “Phanton.” “Fentom.” So often that, to most now, he is just Danny.

When Danny wants upgrades to his gear, he comes to his mother. When Danny learns a quirky new element of Ghost Zone lore, he brings it to his father. When the Amity Park Ghost Alarm is raised, he’s first on the scene with the Fenton RV right on his non-corporeal heels.

When he’s injured, Danny comes only to his friends and sister.

Jazz notices the pattern. How it is only her, or only Sam, or only Tucker who receives the late-night knock at the window glass, with her brother on the other side, corny sheepish smile on display and arm or leg or shoulder held up in explanation.

Jazz notices how hushed Danny remains, day or night, when he comes to her for first aid. How he speaks in that same hesitant muted tone as he did when all of this was still a secret. How he quiets himself in the way injured prey animals do.

Jazz doesn’t feel it’s her place to ask. Not yet, at least. Eventually. But not yet.

The window is open. Honeysuckle-sweet gusts of late-spring air swirl through Jazz’s room and tease away the sheen of sweat that has collected on her brow. She cannot wipe it away herself, not with both hands meticulously occupied in tweezering out the singed fabric from her brother’s arm.

Danny winces, and hisses, and Jazz frees another thread from its embedded hold in Danny’s burn wound.

“It’s kind of like… summer vacation when we were kids and we’d get splinters visiting Aunt Alicia’s lake house,” Jazz remarks with another careful tug. “…If we can call it a lake house.”

“Lake shed,” Danny replies, grinning through the sweat shining on his pale face. “And I think every part of that dock was an OSHA violation.” He laughs through another wince.

“Dad was the king of tweezers. I think he got out every splinter that dock ever gave me.” Jazz pauses. “I wonder why that was. Think it’s the needlepoint?”

“It’s definitely the needlepoint,” Danny agrees.

Jazz hesitates on the question lingering behind her tongue. Just a little too long. Just a little too obviously.

“What?” Danny asks.

Jazz’s hand falters. She puts the tweezers down. “Danny, I will always always be happy to help you like this. Same goes for Sam, same goes for Tucker, I know. I’m positive. But I wonder why… not Mom or Dad?” Jazz eyes the tweezers, glinting in the moonlight. “I’m just… I’m thinking how much cleaner this might be if you got Dad to do it. And Mom’s got like, wilderness survival level first aid expertise. I can’t help thinking I’m hurting you more by it being… me, you know?”

Danny looks at her, and looks past her a moment. His grin slips a fraction into discomfort as his eyes leave hers. “Maybe I just like the excuse to invade your room.”

“Danny…” Jazz waits until he looks at her again. “Are you afraid they’ll make you stop if they realize you’re getting injured?”

Danny lets out a puff of air from behind his lips. “No, never. I mean, maybe if I got really really injured they’d say something. But just getting a little roughed up? I think it’s about on par with a kid coming home from football practice with a few scrapes, at least, in their eyes. They get more banged up than me these days. I’m not worried.”

Jazz reaches for the bottle of disinfectant. She unscrews the cap to a biting alcohol smell. “…So will you tell me why?”

“Why what?”

“Why you won’t ever go to them with injuries? Ever?”

Cotton swab, pure silver under the moonlight. Jazz douses it gently, a muted glug-glug from the bottle.

“…I’m that obvious about it, huh?”

“You’re obvious about most things. This’ll be cold.” Jazz applies the swab to the open wound, and Danny hisses in turn.

“Yeah. Cold. And stingy. Cold and stingy.” After a few seconds, the tension eases out of Danny’s body. He droops a little, shoulders slumped, and Jazz pulls the cotton swab away.

“Are you ashamed of your injuries?”

“No.”

“Are you worried Mom and Dad’ll make them worse?”

“Nah. You said it yourself, those two are weird, unconventional medical experts.”

“Then why not?”

A beat of silence follows. A moment of trepidation. Awash in moonlight, Danny looks up at her, and the glow in his green eyes has a life of its own. “I don’t want them to see the injuries that have already healed.”

“Why would that be a problem?” Jazz looks again. Danny’s suit covers most everything, save now for the one sleeve that’s been rolled back. She sees what she already knew was there – what isn’t obvious to the eye not searching – threads of white ridges, puckers of skin, a faded rashy texture of what had once been an ectoblast burn. Old injuries. Long healed. Faded and fading further. “Those are all healed now. Just some scars, right…?”

Danny hesitates.

“I don’t want them to figure out how many of those scars they caused.”

A gust of wind steals the antiseptic smell from the room. Jazz sits with the silence. She thinks, and she processes.

“Oh…”

Danny straightens. “They kind of… live in this world where hunting ghosts is all fun and games, you know? Like it’s a sport, like they can just get into go-mode and jump into the fun. I don’t think they’ve figured out yet that they can—could—did …cause damage.”

Danny adjusts himself on Jazz’s bed, one leg pulled up, body angled to face her directly. He doesn’t let his eye contact wander now. “They both apologized. Definitely. Like that definitely happened, back at the start of this. But it was kind of like ‘We must’ve given you so much trouble Danny! How’d you come home every day and not bite our heads off over that?’ Like. Again. Like it’s a game. Like they’d been knocking my chess pieces over for a year and not—”

Danny falters. He raises his uninjured arm and tucks the hair away from his face. “And I don’t… want it to click for them. What I have right now with Mom and Dad is so nice… It’s so much better than I even imagined. I want it to stay like this. Forever, if possible.”

“Danny…”

“And even that actually—maybe I’m actually wrong about that. Completely wrong. About their reaction, I mean. It’s possible maybe they’d see everything and just go,” Danny deepens his voice, “‘Wow! We did a number on you, huh? Man Danny I don’t know how you didn’t just smack us over the breakfast table every morning.’ you know? Like that. Like this was all just always a game. And they—and I-- …I like how relaxed ghost hunting is with them. I actually like that it feels like a game. I don’t ever want to go back to feeling how scared and afraid and unsafe and hurt I was that first year. ...But I’m afraid of how it would feel to know that maybe they’d see that, look at it all, everything they did and the scars like the actual proof and it—if it wouldn't ever be real to them. If they'd never get that it was like that. If they still wouldn’t realize—you know? That they—if they—I don’t uh…” Danny drops his eyes, and he shrinks in on himself. “I don’t know how to explain it…”

“No I—Danny I know what you’re saying. Don’t worry. Danny, I—”

“Either answer. Any answer. I don’t want to know… I don’t actually want to know.” Danny angles himself away again, feet dropped over the side of Jazz’s bed, staring down at the hands in his lap. “If it would horrify them, then I’d be ruining all the good things I have with them right now. And if it wouldn’t horrify them—” Danny falls quiet. The breeze has stilled. The room is colder now. “…then I think I just don’t ever want to know.”

Jazz nods, and nods harder.

“I get it. I get it. That’s a good enough answer for me, Danny, I promise. I’m your first aid person, okay? I won’t ask again. Thanks for… thanks for telling me, Danny.”

"Can always trust you to bring up the difficult conversations huh? Of course that's always been your thing. Talking to you is--well I'd say it's like pulling teeth, but maybe it's more like pulling ecto-demolished hazmat suit fabric out of a burn wound."

Danny offers a sheepish grin - it's an olive branch, a request to lighten the mood. Jazz meets it with her own small grin that does not touch her eyes.

"Yeah yeah, I'm your older sister. It's my job to be a pain. Now sit still, I need to be more of a pain if we're gonna de-hazmat suit your injury."

She picks the tweezers back up. The silence rings with an echo in her head now. Jazz focuses her attention back on her task, and she finds something she was wrong about before:

There is nothing faded about the scars that web up and down her little brother’s arm. They are stark streaks of lightning, glowing silver under the moonlight. And Jazz wonders how many others—how many that flaked away and melded back with healthy skin—how many of those might still be living, lingering, a permanent part of her little brother, buried well beneath the surface…

#danny phantom #dp #dp fanfiction #long post #wanted to write A Thing so here is A Thing!

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yandere-sins · 3 years ago

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Hiii, it's my first time here !! I wonder if you could ask my question, if possible of course of Yandere Geralt of Rivia...

Imagine a scenario where the reader is from our world and went to Geralt's world, then the reader find him at him and tells his story and asks for help to return to his home... Of course, as time goes by, Geralt becomes "sick with love " for the reader to the point of becoming Yandere.

Note: the reader sees Geralt as best friend or older brother.

Thanks for your request ♥

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You were simply relieved you weren’t alone.

There were a lot of terrible things that could happen to you, reaching from being mauled by a monster to cut down by a sword, and so, so many gruesome things more. Whatever Geralt saw in you, you were glad it didn’t make him leave you alone to your misery, no matter how strange you were.

Truthfully, you weren’t even a good choice as a squire, but aside from grumbling about your unhelpfulness when it came to battle, Geralt hadn’t driven you away. Despite being rough around the edges, he truly was the hero you needed in your predicament, and for that, you were thankful.

Whatever you could do, you did, may it be fetching water or helping set up a tent. While the life of a traveling witcher was nothing you wished to pursue forever, you put up with everything you could so that you wouldn’t end up on your own again. The first week spent stumbling through the wild and running from monsters had been enough bad experience in this world for you. Now, your mind was only on one thing: Getting home.

It probably was a luxury to have Geralt’s help in not dying and achieving your goal, but all the more, you were relieved that whatever power made you fall into this strange world had enough mercy to send you this angel of a man. No matter how many dirty, uncomfortable looks you got for being with him whenever you two came into a town, you would endure them, knowing Geralt was the key to make this situation just a memory and send you back home to your family.

Home. It sounded heavenly.

You sighed deeply, slowly awaking from your slumber. It couldn’t have been long that you fell asleep, the campfire still burning lively next to you. You still felt tired, but something was different than usual. Heavy even.

Pulling down the blanket you had wrapped yourself with, you saw the big arm laying around you, making you realized the heat of a second body in your back. Geralt never slept closer than necessary to you, but without the need to guess, he was definitely sleeping right beside you, spooning you from behind.

With a flushing heat rising to your face, you were too embarrassed to say anything, even though his arm alone was too heavy to fall asleep with again. He might have accidentally fallen asleep next to you after having some drinks before bed and mistaken you for someone to cuddle up to. But waking him wasn’t an option. Geralt struggled with his sleep enough as it is; you wouldn’t dare to interrupt him and cause a scene. But the reality was very different from what you assumed.

You heard him take a deep breath as he buried his face into the nape of your neck, not shy to pull away the fabric covering you and pushing his face into your skin. As you listened to him mutter your name, you felt a cold shudder run down your spine, but you tried not to make him notice you were awake. “[Name], [Name], [Name]...” he mumbled, and you bit your lip. The way he said your name always made it sound reproachful, despite you not remembering what you did wrong that day.

“Look at you, letting your guard down. Don’t you know that I...”

His voice trailed off as you felt him shift suddenly. You reacted quickly, pretending to be fast asleep with your eyes closed and lips slightly parted innocently. Geralt let out a small chuckle before you felt him reach over you, dragging his thumb over your lip. “What are you dreaming about? Your heart is racing.”

Realizing you forgot the first thing about Witcher - their heightened senses - you didn’t know how to help yourself other than stirring a little in your sleep, putting on a frown. Sure enough, that made him halt in his tracks and back away a little, as if he feared you waking up. Only when you settled down again did Geralt relax as well, returning to his spooning position.

“Seriously...” he kept muttering. “How am I supposed to go on like this? Every time we meet a Sorceress, I am afraid she will have a way to send you home.”

Something about his words gave you a sad impression. Almost as if parting would hurt him, but you weren’t sure if this was just your impression or if the tiny bit of his past that he told you about actually gave him this fear. In your eyes, Geralt was fearless and kept his composure no matter what, but what if you had misjudged him?

“I’d like to keep you all to myself. Lock you up and never let you go. Maybe when we get to Kaer Morhen, I could--”

This time, his voice halted suddenly, and he rose again from behind you. “Are you awake?” he asked, quiet still as if he was hoping you were asleep after all. You simply remained in your pretend sleep, taking an audible breather and hoping it would fool him. He remained in this careful stiffness for a while before he finally drew back. Immediately, you were surrounded by the chilly air of the night as his body disappeared, but before you dared to attempt to move around, you heard more of his mumbles.

“No, I can’t. I shouldn’t... It’s not right...”

What couldn’t he do?

You were ready to blame all the gibberish you had just heard on the mead you two had before bed, but the questions didn’t seem to stop circling your mind. Geralt seemed to fall asleep somewhere a bit further away, while you felt wide awake now. You couldn’t believe that Geralt - of all people! - could have developed any kind of feelings for you. But why else would he be worried about your return? Why would he say those things about locking you up?

Way too freaked out, you tried to make sense of what you had witnessed. Certainly, he didn’t want you to be awake as it went down, but now that you knew, you were left conflicted. Part of you kept getting goosebumps as you remembered the feeling of his face pressed into your shoulder and his words echoing in your ear. The other part tried to justify it with any and all reasons like the alcohol, loneliness maybe. There was no sleep for you after all, and Geralt kept stealing irritated glances at you the following day until he finally asked, “Are you okay?”

You flinched after being suddenly addressed, not even your exhaustion able to tear you out of your thoughts that still pondered about the last night. “Oh, yeah! I’m fine,” you tried to assure him, and he contemplated your response for a bit before replying, “There’s this place we should go to next. Maybe we can find some books on portals there.”

“Sounds good,” you chuckled. Nervosity spread inside of you as you hoped he didn’t mean the place that he was talking about last night.

“I grew up there. You might even be able to sleep in a bed for a change. Kaer Morhen is also safe and...”

After that part, your mind simply shut off as the word kept repeating over and over in your head. Kaer Morhen. Kaer Morhen. Kaer Morhen. Kaer Morhen.

Kaer Morhen, lock up, never let go.

“...and it isn’t far from here,” he finished his explanation, looking at you as he waited for an answer while you could feel the horror showing in your expression. The red flags were so abundantly clear by now, but you absolutely refused to think this way about him. He wasn’t a bad man, he would never... or?

There were a lot of terrible things that could have happened to you on this journey, but you had put all your trust into Geralt to keep you safe. To help you. To be a companion so you wouldn’t be lonely. And until the end, you hoped Geralt wouldn’t turn out to be the monster or the sword you feared so much.

But who could tell what he’d do when he finally had a taste of living out the things he desired?

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atpaftmoom-bily · 3 years ago

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Thoughts about Erik, why Wilhelm wasn't allowed to come out, and more.

Be warned, this is long, confusing, and I'm not even sure if I made any valid points. But I had thoughts on Young Royals, with no one to talk to, so here you go.

I've seen various different takes on Erik and what people thought his reaction would have been if Willie had come out to him, most of them being positive, and some as well saying how sad it was that Willie never got to come out to his brother. I have a different take, but bear with me it's gonna take a second to get there.

Something that I found interesting in the first place was that when August found out it was Simon and not a girl, he just seemed shocked, but not in a homophobic way that I had kind of been expecting.

Additionally, let's take a look at the comments on the video, I've split them up into three different groups. General comments (disbelief, surprise, pity, etc.), comments sexualizing them, and negative comments. (I've translated these as well as I could as they were not all captioned, but if I've made a mistake feel free to let me know!)

General Comments "OMG Have you seen this?? The Prince is gay!!!!" "Who's the other guy?" "I'm dead" "Finally some news to put Sweden on the map!" "Poor boys, I feel sorry for them" "So clumsy to get caught on film" "I know where he lives!" "I think the video is fake" "Love for the boys"

Sexualizing Comments "Royal porn" "Sexy" "Love" "Sexiest video ever"

Negative Comments "How will the monarchy survive this?" "The end of the royal family, time for Sweden to become a republic!" "Never been ashamed about being Swedish until now" "Class traitor! Your mother cries for your sins"

Now, there are quite a few things I want to point out about Sweden that I feel should be taken into account here. Of course, we don't know the exact dates that the show took place, but we do know it is modern-day, and though it is a work of fiction, I am going to assume that anything that is currently true in Sweden at the moment, give or take a few years, would also be true in the Young Royals universe.

The first point I would like to make is that Sweden is one of the most LGBT-friendly countries, even being named the most friendly country in 2019. Looking back in history, 1944 was when Sweden decriminalized sexual relationships between consenting adults of the same sex, though it was still thought to be an illness. However, in 1979 it was no longer considered an illness. Fun unrelated fact, but Sweden was the first country to legalize gender change in 1979. (If you'd like to read more on LGBT rights in Sweden here are some resources. One. Two.) If Sweden is that progressive and is that LGBT-friendly, then I wondered what the problem was with Willie coming out, so I dug some more.

I'm American, so my understanding of many parts of the world is unfortunately skewed or incomplete, but I'm working on changing that. However, because of this, one thing that surprised me in my research was that the monarchy in Sweden is more of a unifying symbol than anything else. They have no political affinity or formal powers, but rather "the King’s duties are mainly of a ceremonial and representative nature." Of course in the case of Young Royals, the Queen inherited the throne, and Wilhelm would after her.

Something else I found interesting about the monarchy in Sweden is that the current Queen, Queen Silvia, did not come from a line of nobility, so when Queen Silvia and King Carl Gustaf married in 1976, it was highly unusual. (See more on the Swedish monarchy here.)

There is one last thing I want to point out about the current King and Queen. "In summer 2000, King Carl XVI Gustaf and Queen Silvia of Sweden made history when they ate under the rainbow flag at Djurgårdsterrassen, a Stockholm restaurant owned by gay owner Arto Winter. At that time, the decision was seen as controversial, and played a valuable role in moving conversations forward – while making the royals’ position abundantly clear." (Source)

Now, of course, I understand the difference between a fictional work and real-life situations, but at least in my opinion, these same ideals should carry through to the show that we see. If the King and Queen in real life have been openly supportive of the LGBT community since at least 2000, then although specifics might not be the same, some of those ideals should carry through to Young Royals, so what is the problem, right?

I'm not trying to erase the reality of homophobia altogether, because of course, that exists. We even see in the show through comments that there are some people who are worried about the state of the monarchy, are disgusted, or downright still think that not being straight is a sin, but we also see other comments as well. If Wilhelm were to come out, what would happen? Would there be some backlash? 100%. Would there be people who would support him? Also 100%. Would it make his life harder? Probably, but would he be happier? In my opinion, yes, but I guess that's a question that Wilhelm would have to gauge on his own.

Now I want to look deeper at the conversation that Wille has with his mother, the Queen, in the car on the way home so he can give a statement to the media. Below is an excerpt from their dialogue.

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Wilhelm: Why can't I just have a relationship with him? And not say anything. Just live a normal life.

Queen: You're the crown prince. And that's a privilege, not a punishment.

Wilhelm: Yes, but I didn't ask for this!

Queen: Well, nobody has ever, ever asked for this! You are the only one who can take over the throne after Erik. Don't you understand that? You are so young. When you're young, love feels like the most important thing in the whole world. When I was your age, I too had an unfortunate romance. That was before I met your father. What I mean is, is it worth it? If you feel that the attention you've been getting so far is unacceptable, it's nothing compared to what you will endure for the rest of your life. We have a chance to cover this up, I urge you to take that chance. You may not get another."

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Something I find interesting is how much Willie just wants to live a normal life, which I get. He is under so much pressure, from being a role model, his brother's death that he hasn't even had time to process, preparing to be king someday, and (kind of) being outed to the entire world, but at least his school. It's enough to make anyone want to live normally. I think the biggest thing we have to think about here is the Queen's question as well. Is it worth it? She is right of course, the attention he will get will always be there, but I do think that Willie would be able to find a way to be happy along with being King. It shouldn't have to be a case of either-or, and ultimately I don't think it is.

Now I'm going to move back to Erik, and really, this ties everything back to the start where I mentioned I had a different take on Erik's reaction to Willie being not straight. I think that Erik already knew. It would make sense for a variety of reasons. In the show, it is obvious that the two of them have a good relationship. We also hear Erik tell Willie, "you can trust him, he's like a brother," in episode one when speaking about August, showing that trust is something strong between them as brothers. I'm not exactly sure how old Wilhelm is meant to be in the show, but I estimate somewhere around sixteen. I would like to assume that sometime before attending Hillerska, he may have had a crush or felt some attraction to a guy. We also can see from their phone call in episode three, that they're not afraid to joke around with each other about such things, meaning that Erik would most likely be the first person that Willie would go to about such things.

Another thing that makes me believe Erik already knew has to do with people assuming that Simon is the first guy that Willie has liked. Now, I know things are not the same for everyone, but if we consider what happens when the video is posted, and Willie had to deny it is him, we can conclude that being anything other than straight in their family is not okay, simply because they are royals, and the media attention will be too much. Imagine you've known your whole life, you can't be something, the first instance you encounter that, you're probably not going to give in right away. I'm talking at least some minor internalized homophobia here or something.

So put that into the context of Simon and Willie's first kiss in episode two. Simon kisses Willie twice before Willie says "Well, I'm not... I'm not... Stop! Wait, wait, wait!" and immediately pulls Simon back towards him. Let's reflect back to episode one where Willie says "I’m not… I’m not allowed to speak about political issues." I'm not allowed. Of course, there are TONS of restrictions on what he can and can not do, kissing guys, probably being one of them. But if he was going to say I'm not gay or I'm not like that, why would he instantly pull him back in, contrasting what he was just going to say. In episode three, Willie does say, "I'm not like that," which makes sense. He's had time to think and isn't in the heat of the moment. What other explanation can he give? Sure, he could say he's not allowed to be like that but saying that would admit that he is. It's a circle, a very messy circle, but it is a... loop.

Going back to what I'm supposed to be talking about here, Erik. This isn't Willie's first rodeo, but Erik was there for the first. One last thing I want to talk about is the phone call that Erik and Willie have in episode three. Below is an excerpt from their dialogue.

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Erik: You've met someone.

Wilhelm: I, uh... Yes, okay, but I... I don't think we're a couple or anything. I don't know what it is but can we just...

Erik: I get it. I get it. You don't have to tell me any... I don't wanna hear any details. Hey. Willie, enjoy yourself. Soon enough people will start having opinions and-

Wilhelm: They don't care about me. 'Cause you're the Crown Prince that they have opinions.

Erik: I don't get it. Why are you sitting in your room sulking when you have a crush to hang out with?

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Firstly, Erik refers to Willie's crush as completely gender-neutral. "You've met someone" could very easily be "you've met a girl". The same goes for "you have a crush to hang out with". Very well could have been "you have a girl to hang out with". Sure, it could be completely coincidental, but we live in such a heteronormative society that it would just make sense for Erik to use female-gendered words. Unless, of course, he knew.

Secondly, "Hey. Willie, enjoy yourself. Soon enough people will start having opinions". This sounds very much to me like, enjoy your time while you can be yourself without backlash because soon you won't have that privacy. While I feel that, yes, the same may happen with anyone Willie was to date, him having a same-sex partner multiplies that, by a lot.

In conclusion, Erik knew Willie was not straight, Willie should come out, but when he is ready, and August is a really deep character that people don't give enough credit to. Gosh, I hope I covered everything, I probably forgot so much, but it's fine. Please let me know your thoughts if you've made it this far into the post.

One last thing. I hope you'll notice how in this post, I never referred specifically to Wilhelm's sexuality, and I did that for a reason. I often see gay used to label him, and though I am unsure if that's being used as an umbrella term or specifically as in he only likes men, I think it's really important to realize that they're specifically making him unlabeled. In this youtube video Edvin Ryding, the actor who plays Wilhelm, says "What we're trying to do... We're not labeling Wilhelm's sexuality. I think that's good because it's like, it portrays that it's okay that way too. You don't have to. You shouldn't have to come out. It should be allowed to be a bit fluid, a bit out there." I just think that it is important as it's another type of representation that is not seen often.

#young royals #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #wilmon #simon x wilhelm #young royals netflix #wilhelm yr #simon yr #august yr #erik yr #netflix #edvin ryding #omar rudberg #malte gårdinger #ivar forsling

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3raaaachachacha · 3 years ago

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Lee Chan x female reader / 515 words / fluff

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There weren’t many days where you were able to just take a deep breath and relax with your boyfriend. He was busy with work and you were busy with finishing college. It wasn’t the most ideal situation, especially at your prime age to explore and adventure into the world, but you still had responsibilities to take care of first. Chan was more than thankful for your understanding mindset since being in an idol group wasn’t the easiest job while maintaining a relationship.

So whenever there was a free night to just be with one another, regardless if there were plans or not, you took the opportunity. You walked hand-in-hand with your boyfriend down the busy streets of Hongdae as you took in the sight of people on their ways to clubs, bars, and street vendors. You smiled to yourself loving how peaceful you felt, even on a Friday at the busiest time of night.

“Isn’t it crazy how many people are out right now? It’s busier than usual,” Chan said, walking towards a cafe to grab a snack.

“I think they had a festival tonight. It makes sense as to why so many people are dressed up,” You smiled at him before letting his hand go, so he could grab your drinks. You took a seat outside the cafe to continue watching the groups of people chatting away.

Chan quickly returned, sitting down next to you before throwing his arm around your shoulder to bring you into his side, “There are a lot of foreigners around. It’s nice to see.”

“What do you think that group's story is?” You asked Chan as you subtly pointed at the group of Americans, only assuming this since they wore the American flag on their clothing.

“They keep looking at that group of girls over there,” Chan gestured carefully, “So I would assume that they are wanting to ask them about where a good restaurant or bar is. That’s usually how foreign men ask women out.”

You giggled at his explanation, “And how would you know?” Giving him a teasing death glare.

“I have four foreign members in my group, two being from the US. I get curious, okay love?” Chan chuckled, realizing you were teasing him halfway through his explanation.

“Now I’m curious about their lives. I wonder how Jun and Minghao were when they moved here,” You pondered, eyes wondering to another group of girls giggling about something on their phones.

“They kept to themselves mostly, those two are pretty shy for the most part,” He stated, taking a sip of his drink while looking around for any other interesting groups.

“What do you mean those boys aren’t even remotely shy? They never shut up whenever I see them!” You exclaimed while giggling.

“All the boys are comfortable around you and love you, so count yourself lucky,” Chan said with a small grin, “Come on, let’s walk around a bit more,” He stood up, taking your hand in his again as the two of you walked towards the groups of people to eavesdrop on their interesting conversations.

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hopefullystillatheatrestudent · 4 years ago

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i'm so excited about you taking asks again ahhhh okay so. if you'd absolutely had to choose. what would be your top 5 cockles moments, and why? thank you ily <3

here’s the thing: there are so many routes i could go down with this, because cockles moments come in all shapes and sizes and formats. these include moments from their panels, their bloopers, the footage we get when they don’t even know they’re being recorded, stories being passed down from photo ops & autographs(one of my personal favorite ways to get cockles, tbh, because they’re all insane), and social media(tweets to each other, instagram posts & comments, etc.).

SO! since many a list like this has already been made, and i want to stand out from the crowd, what i’m gonna do is definitively give the number one spot to each of these five categories.(i might even throw in honourable mentions because they’re so despicably in love that they warrant that. i really put my whole pussy into this, guys, i hope you’re happy.)

disclaimer: these are my own personal opinions. but that also means i’m right. so. enjoy.

number one: top cockles panel moment

so we’re starting off with a bang, because how do you even BEGIN to rank what atrocities jensen and misha commit at jibcon. every single one they’ve had is damning in it’s own right, for different reasons.

however, considering just how much unabashed fuckery they’ve given us to sift through, it’s a good thing i do have a personal favorite despite it all. it’s heartwarming, the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen, AND it’s jarringly cinematic - mainly because it has a whole ass arc to it that was years in the making. it might even be surprising to some people, but my favorite cockles panel moment, and what i consider the one that encompasses their entire gut-wrenching journey from 2008-2013 in the most sweepingly romantic gesture possible, is this one.

i want this burned into my retinas. i am not even joking. when i'm through with my explanation, let me convince you why this is thee most romantic cockles moment of all time.

first, some history: people call this the resume off, but many seem to forget the botched attempt at a resume off a year prior. and yes, you guessed it: it's during their break up. it's a juicy time period for a reason, guys. it came across as exceedingly one-sided and VERY awkward. let me refresh your memory as to just how bad it was, and just how hard jensen was trying and ultimately failing at winning misha over: the funniest part of the whole resume off in 2013??? every joke/bit had literally already been made/done. they were just going through the motions again, but the difference THIS time...is that misha reciprocated jensen's energy. it. is. fascinating. i want to get into it more detail in another post, and i'll link it here when i'm done, but the main takeaway, i think, and the main difference that showcases how much they've grown in a year, is that in jib 3, misha flat out refused to do an accent, and this time around, he indulges jensen for literal minutes. when i tell you they're crazy, they're crazy. i can't wait to actually dive into it later.

ANYWAY, the resume off culminates in this moment here. and, like, a million things happen in this gifset. actually, more like a million and one. the music starts playingneediremindyouthatthesongissingingintherain(h e l p), misha starts dancing, jensen 'perpetually fake grumpy' ackles lets misha think he's not going to join, misha sits down defeated, but no!!! that was jensen's plan all along(look at his stupid fucking smirk) and he offers his arm to his dance partner who immediately grins like a fool, jensen then leads misha into their kick step, they perfectly synchronise and let loose, and are then very clearly having the time of their lives, hanging off of each other with joy and ease. from their expressions alone i can tell that this moment is so. so. so. so! much more than what initially meets the eye. i mean-misha is fighting back the biggest smile i've ever seen. to me, it reads like jensen is offering something to misha, something that misha kind of gave up on expecting, and him offering his arm like that is like, a surprise to him in the best possible way(and it's so not platonic, let me just say that.) as soon as jensen did that, it ushered in a new era of cockles. this panel is jensen and misha's favourite for a reason, and i think this moment is the biggest clue as to why.

whew!!! ok. that took a lot out of me and that was only point one. moving on,

number two: top cockles blooper moment

cockles bloopers hold an extremely special place in my heart, because it shows just how fucking disastrous jensen and misha are. they are so goddamn infatuated with each other that they HOLD UP PRODUCTION ALL THE TIME TO FLIRT WITH EACH OTHER(???). let me repeat. let it sink in. jensen ackles; arguably one of the most professional actors on that show who puts everything he has into each scene, with mountains and mountains of notes to prove it: would rather hold up production to flirt with misha collins. this sounds fake. it's not. he does it. all. the. time. and here's the thing guys!!! i'm gonna let you in on a secret!!! misha loves it. he loveesssss it. on top of that-misha collins: overlooked because he's pranked and people assume he's unprofessional as well, but his only pranks are in retaliation/off-set, and he rarely if EVER causes problems if he can help it....lets himself get carried away when it comes to jensen making kissy faces at him!!! are you actually kidding me!!! i mean. misha. it's just a face. you've seen it a million times. i don't buy that it triggers something in you that strongly....you like it, and you like jensen's reaction. you can't fool me!!! lisa berry's face in that one gifset shows just how fed up the crew is with their gross, coupley boyfriend antics.

i could pull up so many examples. sooooooo many. but my favourite was sealed since the moment i saw it.

i actually already wrote an analysis on it but i can't find it :(((( which SUCKS because i really unpacked the whole thing. i'll try to summarise.

basically, a backstory is part of this too!!! jensen and misha both had a really really hard time with this scene(because it's explicitly romantic there i said it), they sat down for hours and poured over their scripts together, they were super super nervous going into filming, both of them, jensen especially, were super hard on themselves for their performances not being true to their characters but they both complimented the other's work(boyfriend moments fr). so, yeah. they weren't confident going into shooting. and how do they get themselves to feel better???? by cuddling each other, apparently.

a lot. a LOT. happens in this specific blooper. to the point that i saw it years before i knew about cockles and it raised all sorts of flags for me.

1) stop pulling my face towards your crotch(as a thinly veiled request that misha would, in fact, move jensen's face towards his crotch, considering it was jensen moving himself there in the first place. also, why so comfy down there guys???) 2) you're my baby daddy i know(in the most intimate voice i've ever heard please) 3) i know, i know, i love you too i didn't say i love you i know but you wanted to say it etc. misha's right, of course. that's what jensen meant.

it just reeks of comfort, familiarity and intimacy between the two, and it's a moment that is extremely sweet and silly at the same time. they're so <3

number three: top cockles found footage moment

WONDERFUL category. truly the culmination of the cockles experience. many people have said that shipping cockles doesn't work because 'they're just onstage you dummies!! they're playing it up for the audience!!!' here's the thing, love. i could not disagree with you more. once you climb your way up the cockles ladder, you soon learn that they are, in fact, playing their dynamic DOWN, not up. they really are just Like That™, and they could not care less about the paying audience, if we're being honest, considering how much time they take to giggle with each other and refuse to let the audience in on the joke. and i love them for it <3

anyway, my point is that this category is for all you naysayers out there, all you 'jensen and misha's relationship is just for show and is real life queerbaiting'(?????lordhelp???) oh yeah? ok, explain this.

he. he. he calls jensen sweetheart. literally enough said. there's nothing to really add here, except, misha and jared then immediately engage in damage control. jared's method is distraction and misha's is retconning('get out of the car, dude') this was what got me to buy into the cockles dumpster for GOOD good. you don't call your buddy sweetheart accidentally and sound so completely earnest while doing it! especially not when that buddy is jensen ackles!!! you think he would let any of his friends call him that? do you?

one more thing; if it was a slip of the tongue, little mouth thing or whatever, you think jared wouldn't have jumped on it immediately??? i can hear it now. 'did you just call him SWEETHEART???' yeah. that's what i thought. you know why he didn't? because it was too revealing.

number four: top cockles autograph moment

i mean, i think we all know what it's gonna be, and if you don't, well, do i have the piece de cockles resistance that is gonna send you over the edge.

if you haven't heard of this story by now, as a cockles, truther, i'm gonna go ahead and get you to read it, because there is no possible heterosexual explanation for any of it, and you're fooling yourself if you think otherwise.

spoiler alert: it's the story where phones weren't allowed in an auto session, jensen nuzzles himself in misha's hair, leans his full body weight onto him, holds his hand, etc. etc. i'm imploding just repeating this back, actually. also, just, the sheer amount of stories from photo ops where they tackle hug each other or slap each other's asses or sing romantic songs to each other or almost kiss is, frankly, a lot. if i could wish for anything, it would be to witness them in person.

and finally,

number five: top cockles social media moment

this one is super difficult, because there's obviously a lot to choose from. but you know what? full send, i'm going with this one:

i just. what to say about this. how often do misha and jensen watch sunsets together for it to qualify as ‘always’ ??? why are sunsets synonymous with their relationship??? that’s like??? a very romantic thing????? ‘this guy’??? the fact that it’s a CANDID??? i don’t know guys.

that could have been better but i am TIRED so. there you go rose ily

#cockles #cockles ask #liz answers #i really just. spend hours. writing about misha and his boyfriend.#why. why do i. do that #long post for ts

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just-antithings · 2 years ago

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Clicked on a video even though I knew I probably wouldn't like it, cuz the booktuber has tried to be nuanced and has defended authors who wrote badwrong things before. The video was about CC writing Ron x Ginny fic and inserting incest into her books, plus her "clumsy" explanations to explain why she used incest as a theme. (Clumsy is in quotes, cuz I don't know if CC meant what she said about using incest as a theme or if she only wanted it in her book cuz it's her kink. I don't care one way or the other, but CC isn't exactly Shakespeare. I fully believe she would go into a book series with the intention of using incest as a symbol or theme and then not execute it well. I like brother/brother incest, but I also write it to use it as a theme about healing from toxic masculinity and/or about how thin the line between love and obsession can be. Writers can and do use things that make them horny to comment about society or whatever they want to comment on. Saying, "It's not deep, it's just their kink," stifles analysis. Sorry about the long aside.)

Cuz I can never stop myself, I looked at comments, and I noticed that the booktuber had pinned their own comment, saying something like, "The issue isn't her writing incest. It's her LYING."

Sorry, but then why bitch about all the incest in the video? And CC does admit she thinks it's hot, which you (the booktuber) point out, when CC said at a panel (tweet?) that she ships Stefan/Damon from Vampire Diaries.

Like, I don't even like CC. She's not a great person from what I hear, her writing ranges from mediocre to laughably bad with some good lines sprinkled here and there (but granted I've only read like 3 of her books and don't know if she's gotten better at all), and in the circles I hang out in, I'm glad I see more people talking about her plagiarism accusations more than the incest themes as "reason she's bad."

And one comment said it's one thing if incest as a theme is in adult work like ASOIAF, but not YA, but um... Okay, were do we keep drawing lines about what's "acceptable" for a teenage audience? How much do they need to be coddled? Do YA authors have to include those "Book Discussion" questions in the backs of their books, but instead it's a list of red flags the characters wave? (Though honestly, I do love book discussion questions in the back of books, for like book clubs and such. They're good for learning how to apply literature analysis but to books you (general you) are reading for fun, instead of for class. I vote we get more books with them. Maybe it'll help with so many people who seem to think if the author doesn't say something explicitly in an aside in text, they must then condone the thing.)

ugh yeah

#mod erin #ask #just asshole things #just anti things #incest mention

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captains-simp · 4 years ago

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Fhskdhwksnsns I accidently posted this before I was done writing it 🤡🤡🤡

I love Wanda so the first part took me ages to write but writing soft Carol made this either the messiest or best fic I've ever written

"Do I mean that little to you?"

"Was it all a lie?"

"I think I'm inlove with you."

Warnings: cheating and me fucking around with the MCU timeline regarding when characters are introduced

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Your relationship with Wanda had always been far from perfect. It was evenings like that difficult one that made you reflect on just how many red flags you had ignored. You had chosen to live your life with her in blissful ignorance, thinking it would work out.

But as time went on there were things that were harder to ignore. Things that hurt you to notice, both about Wanda and yourself. You thought they would go away. They only ever got worse.

That night was the final straw. You couldn't deny the issues that had been growing like weeds in your relationship for a year when you walked into your appartment to see Wanda's head between another girl's legs.

You didn't feel mad. Or upset. You felt empty. Empty at the long awaited realisation that you had committed to the wrong thing.

You didn't say anything, too shocked to know what to say and not knowing if you would even be capable of stringing a sentence together.

The woman's eyes flickered open and met yours and in that brief moment you saw the familiar look of lust before it turned to fear. She roughly pushed Wanda away as she looked anywhere but you and moved away from your soon to be ex girlfriend.

Wanda gave her a questioning look before whipping her head around to see you after following the woman's uncontaminated glances. She stood up instantly and straightened her shirt while the woman on the couch got dressed.

"You're home." Was the first thing Wanda said. Yeah. You were definetly done.

"I am." Your mouth was dryer than sandpaper but you somehow managed to say that.

"I should..." The woman muttered as she awkwardly glanced between you and Wanda before rushing past you and out the door.

Neither you nor Wanda spoke for a while. You were still looking at her, searching for any signs of...anything. She didn't meet your eye. She made no attempt to defend herself. To defend your relationship. It was downright heartbreaking.

You needed to sit down, but there was no way you were sitting where Wanda had just been. Not that knowing what Wanda had done on that couch had bothered you before.

You left the hallway to wander aimlessly towards your bedroom, knowing you weren't the only one Wanda had fucked in that bed, but you had never had to see that.

She followed you into the room, more trailing really. There was no urgency to her pace and she still didn't speak. Did she really not care?

You sat down on the bed and stared at the floor, mot knowing what to feel. Wanda didn't sit next to you. She made no move to comfort you. You didn't need comfort, not from her. You needed an explanation.

"When did it start?" You wanted to ask how many, but you already knew the truth would hurt too much. The ones you knew about were enough.

"I don't know." Wanda huffed. She sounded frustrated, as though you were wasting her time. That finally pissed you off.

"I deserve an explanation, Wanda." You said clearly, keeping your voice surprisingly steady as you looked up at her. She still didn't look back.

"What's done is done." She said simply.

"Do I mean that little to you?" Tears sprung to your eyes as you said that. Wondering for the first time if Wanda had really ever cared about you.

When Wanda finally looked at you you wished she hadn't. Her eyes were full of pity, watching you like a stray puppy in the rain. She moved forward and sat down next to you on the edge of the bed.

"I loved you." You didn't fail to notice the past tense, it cut through you like a knife. "But I wasn't ready." You had started dating so soon after Ultron. At the time you knew Wanda was grieving badly, you had questioned if it was best for her to dive into a relationship the way she had in that state.

Her self-confidence and driven nature always put your mind to rest. There were red flags before the relationship had even started.

"When you realised that...you didn't have to stay." Your voice wavered slightly.

"I know that." God the pitifulness was even in her voice.

"So why did you?" You held your breath waiting for that an answer. Wanda took a few seconds to consider that, like she wasn't quite sure herself.

"I like being around you." She sounded truthful, but you didn't allow yourself to believe her.

"When you weren't around them." You couldn't help the bitter tone that crept into your voice. Wanda didn't like that. Thinking she actually had any right to be mad at you.

"Oh for the- we had fun, didn't we? It's not like it was a complete waste of our time!" She exclaimed, standing up to face you.

"I wasn't dating you for fun, Wanda. It was so much more than that. I wasn't just someone for you to fuck like all of those girls, I was your girlfriend!" You felt proud at what you had said. You were right. About all of it. You were especially right to use the past tense. Something you didn't think you could manage to do. But that pride was short lived.

"You were a distraction!" You froze. Every fibre of your being turning ice cold from her words. You and Wanda stared at each other for felt like an eternity. She didn't take it back. There was an unreadable expression painted on her face. You knew it wasn't regret.

That's all you ever were to her? A distraction? Everything you thought you had...

"Was it all a lie?" You whispered. You hated the question. You would hate the answer. But you had to know.

Wanda's expression faulted and for a second the pitifulness returned. It was quickly pushed to the side when she spoke again, remaining stoic.

"Call it what you want." You bit the inside of your mouth in an attempt to stop your bottom lip trembling as you finally looked away.

"I'd like you to go. We're done." You whispered, turning away from her.

She left without another word. Her boots thudding against the floor as she walked away in the purposeful way she failed to show you that night.

The door to your appartment clicked shut before you broke down into tears.

You had gotten a hotel room that night, unable to stay in your own home. You couldn't lay in your bed without wondering how many people had been in it. Wondering how fewer it would have been if you had just confronted Wanda about it when you first knew. But you didn't, and those months of heartbreak were finally coming to the surface.

You arranged for time off of work once you got back to your appartment. Once that was done you flipped over the couch cushions, retrieved your toasted pop tarts and sat down to watch your comfort show under a bundle of blankets.

It worked for a while. The plates (yes plural) full of pop tarts and the hours of TV took the edge off of the numbness you were feeling. That was until a text from Carol brought you back to reality.

Care Bear: you okay?

You smiled a little. Carol was definetly something that would provide you with comfort, living up to her nickname as always. But she worked with Wanda, and the last thing you wanted was to make her life awkward.

Carol was your best friend. She was Wanda's friend too. That was how you had met. After Ultron Carol had introduced you to Wanda at one of Tony's parties. She had even been a wingwoman for Wanda, you pondered over what Carol would do if she knew Wanda had cheated.

The blonde had always been protective of you. It was sweet. Especially the small acts she never even noticed she did. Like standing closer to you when you were in a room full of self righteous jerks. Always being the one to catch you when you tripped over thin air, even if she was preciously on the other side of the room. Knowing when you were uncomfortable in social situations and casually taking you away from them in the most subtle manner that didn't cause a scene. You had never been able to confide in anyone like you could with her. Not even Wanda, although that was probably because she never shared either.

You: 👍 :)

Care Bear: --_--

Care Bear: Wanda's here

You bit your lip as your thumbs danced over the keyboard; evaluating the best response. You were surprised Wanda was even at the Avenger's headquarters. You had assumed she would be spending her nights with random hookups for a while rather than just one night. She finally had the full freedom to do that but she went back to the Avenger's Headquarters instead?

You: she okay?

Care Bear: I haven't seen her since she went to her room, doesn't seem to be in a talkative mood

Care Bear: you guys okay? 👀

Carol never liked to pry into yours and Wanda's relationship. She always let you confide in her. But in the cases where it was obvious something had happened between you, she checked in on you in the least subtle ways. Carol was smooth in a lot of way, but that was not one of them. It had become a joke between you and Carol ended up embracing it.

You: we broke up

Care Bear: CHSKSBSKSBAMZBMZDBAL

Care Bear: I'm on my way!!

Care Bear: or I can give you space to mope?

You couldn't help but smile at Carol's messages. Your reply was instant. You would love to have Carol binge shows and eat trash food with you.

You: come mope with me :(

Carol confirmed she was on her way less than a minute later and you got up to toast the last of your pop tarts and get a drink.

You weren't sure how soon Carol arrived on your balcony. You were sure very few things had made you happier than the sight of your goofy friend proudly holding up a multipack of poptarts while dressed in her sweatpants and goose t-shirt. The shirt was one you had gifted her for Christmas one year and if she wasn't wearing her Captain Marvel uniform, she was most likely wearing that shirt.

You got up to open the sliding door for her as you suppressed a chuckle. Carol appearing on your balcony without warning had stopped scaring you around the ninth time it happened. That was about the time you stopped trying to convince her to just use the stairs like everyone else.

As soon as she was in your appartment she threw the box to the couch and enveloped you in a bear hug. You wrapped your arms around her middle and closed your eyes as you held onto her. You smiled at the familiar smell of vanilla and cat hairs, being so easily comforted by it.

"Are you okay?" She muttered into your shoulder.

"I am." You said truthfully. You hadn't slept well the previous night, even at the hotel. You had cried for a while. But the next day you had felt better, as though a weight had been lifted from.your chest. You were still hurting, but you would be just fine.

Carol pulled away and rested her hands on your shoulders as she studied you, trying to find any evidence of a lie. Upon finding none she nodded and smiled at you kindly. That was something you loved about Carol. She never pitied you, even when the worst happened. She was sympathetic and supportive and never condescending.

"What are we watching?" Carol asked as she picked up the box on the couch and took it over to your toaster. She knew you wouldn't want to talk about Wanda yet. She would wait for you to bring it up. Until then, she would act as though you were moping because you were sick rather than the reality.

You replied to her with your comfort show that she had grown familiar with and sat back down on the couch with the blanket over you. Carol soon returned with two plates of pop tarts (it wasn't like you had eaten anything else) and two hot chocolates. What you really craved was some alcohol but you decided to leave that till later on.

Your blonde friend sat back down next to you when you lifted the blanket for her. She instantly brought her legs up under her and put her arm around you. You easily leant into her and rested your head on her shoulder before she leant her own head on yours.

Neither of you spoke for a while. Carol occasionally laughed at something on the TV and you found yourself smiling at the sound of her laughter more than the show. It had always been contagious.

Wait. Should you of been smiling that much for someone who had walked in on their girlfriend cheating less than 24 hours prior? Probably not. But then again. You had seen it coming. All the signs prior had softened the blow.

"You alright?" Carol asked again as a whisper as she pretended to keep most of her focus on the show.

You hummed in response and fiddled with the edge of the blanket for a while until you spoke.

"She cheated." You muttered. You could feel Carol freeze. Her whole body tensed up making her as stiff as a plank. Her shoulder wasn't as comfy when that happened. "But it's okay." You assured.

Carol took ahold of both your empty plates and placed them on the table before turning her body towards you so she could see you better.

"That's never something that can just be 'okay', y/n." Carol said in a gentle tone.

"I know but...I already knew before... before I saw." You could hear Carol breathing heavily as you avoided her gaze.

"Christ, y/n." She whispered. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"I don't know I just...I guess I thought if I ignored it it would go away." Upon reflection you really weren't sure why you never addressed it.

Carol didn't say anything at that. You glanced up nervously to see her looking deep in thought, trying to understand what you meant. Carol was never one to hope things would go away. Her life as a hero had taught her to comfront every obstacle she faced.

"And you saw her..."

"Yeah, I did. I thought I could handle knowing what she was doing behind my back but actually seeing it...it was hard." Carol breathed out hard as though she had been holding her breath and pulled you into another of her infamous bear hugs. You wrapped your arms around her again and squeezed your eyes shut.

The blonde gently stroked your back in soothing circles until you moved away, not wanting to but knowing Carol wouldn't move away first and Lord knows how long you would have ended up staying like that.

"And you're really feeling okay about it?" Carol asked with a slightly furrowed brow, reading your face for any trace of a lie as you spoke.

"Yeah." You smiled assuringly. You didn't feel like telling Carol the rest. About how you had only ever been a distraction to Wanda. But there was something else you wanted to admit. "It was for the best." You started. Carol could tell something more was coming so she sat up a little straighter to show you you had her full attention. "Even before I figured out I what she was doing things just didn't feel entirely right with Wanda. She was great, but it always felt like something was missing." Carol didn't show any reaction to that. She seemed surprisingly stoic, like she was trying to suppress something. You figured it was probably just that she was thinking about what you had said.

"Enough about all that though." You said when Carol hadn't spoken. "You never got to tell me about your super amazing mission last month." Carol's eyes lit up at the mention of her successful mission.

There were some missions she wasn't allowed to talk about. Some she could. And some she could eventually talk about. Her last one was the latter and once she was clear to tell you about it she did, in great detail and the most animated way. It had been one of her best missions and you were incredibly proud. But you were interrupted by a false alarm at the Headquarters before she could finish.

You loved hearing about Carol's work that she was passionate about. You loved hearing how she could handle herself out there. Recalling some of those missions put your mind to rest when you hadn't heard from her in a long time. And you needed the distraction. Carol knew that.

You listened to Carol intently with a smile but the stress and upset of the previous events had you suddenly feeling very tired. Your eyelids began to feel very heavy and your head became empty as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

You woke up in your own bed, beyond comfused. You couldn't remember getting into bed or falling asleep. Still in a half asleep state, you tried to recall the events of the night until you remembered Carol. Had she carried you to bed? Had she left?

Your heart ached at the thought that your best friend wasn't there. Refusing to believe it, you wrapped your duvet tightly around you and trudged out of your room.

She was sleeping soundly on your couch with the blanket you had been curled up together under. You smiled at the sight of her looking so peaceful, taking a moment to consider yourself the luckiest person alive to have a friend as caring as Carol.

You came back to your sense when you realised how creepy it felt to be standing over your best friend and staring at her sleep, not to mention how freaked out she would be if she awoke to your duvet covered silhouette. But you didn't want to leave her side.

Carol stirred when she felt you kneeling on the couch. Countless nights of sleeping next to her had taught you she was a fairly light sleeper. You were thankful that she wasn't startled by you kneeling over her as you adjusted your blanket.

"Y/n?" She muttered as she rubbed her eyes to try to see you better.

"Go back to sleep." You murmmered back before laying down on her stomach and holding the duvet over you both.

You felt so at home in her arms. She didn't protest to you and instead wrapped her arms around your back and closed her eyes again with a content smile.

You rested your head in the crook of her neck and soon drifted back to sleep. Carol, on the other hand, struggled to sleep for a while. You had slept in the same bed before, countless times, but you had never been so close together when you did. It had never felt so intimate.

It was making the butterflies that had started arriving years ago whenever you were around dance around happily. As much as Carol tried to ignore them, her feelings for you only ever grew.

Over the next few days Carol visited you a lot. You had always been happy to spend time with your friend, but in those days you appreciated her company even more. In fact you were pretty sure you craved it.

She checked in on you often and stayed the night when you asked her to. You tried not to be too clingy with your friend, knowing she had a busy life and a lot of responsibilities to take care of and you didn't want to keep her away from her hero life.

It made the moments you could spend with her even better. You had always had that thought process with Carol, but it was enhanced since the night you slept ontop of her on the couch - something she never commented on.

You mainly spent your time together in your appartment, but on that day Carol had another idea.

"I promise it's safe." Carol grinned at you as you looked over your balcony for the umpteenth time in the last five minutes. You never really realised how high the sixth floor was until your friend was encouraging you to jump off your balcony with her.

"You need to get out of that appartment." Carol insisted.

"I could go on a walk to do that! You know...like a normal person." Carol laughed at your defiance to try what she had offered.

"Just five minutes, you'll love it." Carol said genuinely as she took ahold of your hand. You had never realised how her hands seemed to fit perfectly in your own before. You smiled at the sensation of a slight tingling in your hand upon contact with Carol's.

"Ease off." You giggled, shaking Carol's hand.

"I'm not doing anything." Carol protested earnestly, giving you a comfused look. You gulped and tried not to think about what the feeling was. "If you don't like it I'll bring you right back, you're safe with me - the Strongest Avenger." She said with a cocky grin, she had heard someone say it once and it went straight to her head. You rolled your eyes at her with a smile then paused, biting your lip as you considered the offer properly.

"Okay." You breathed out.

"Okay?" Carol asked with an excited grin.

"What the hell, sure!" You exclaimed. Carol chuckled and went to stand behind you. The material of her suit pressed against your bare arms and made you shiver slightly, you assumed from nerves. Carol had told you you didn't need to wear a jacket or coat, claiming her powers would keep you warm.

She wrapped her arms around your waist to hold you tightly against her and you gripped onto her forearms, not being able to stop yourself smiling.

"You ready?" Carol asked as the yellow swirls started to surround Carol and heat up your back and stomach. Blue and red glimmers occasionally appeared amongst the swirls and you tried not to get too distracted by the beauty of Carol's powers.

The next thing you knew your feet were slowly leaving the ground until the tips of your shoes were an inch away from the floor. You felt weightless and couldn't help but laugh a little at the absurdity that you were floating on thin air.

"Okay?" Carol checked.

"Okay." You confirmed.

As soon as the word left your mouth you felt like you were being catapulted through the air. Wind whipped your hair across your face and everything was a blur. All you could focus on was the whirling colours and Carol's strong grip on your waist.

You were going directly upwards for a few seconds until Carol eased you both forwards slightly, angled so you could finally take in your surroundings.

The speed at which you had been going to get so high in such a short amount of time was insane. It was impossible to know exactly how high up you were, all you knew was the faint clouds in the nighttime sky were closer to you than the ground. A lot closer.

The small gaps amongst the thin layers of clouds gave a glimpse at the stars that shimmered above you. The view below was just as breath-taking.

The city was lit up by the lights emitting from each building, each playing a part in the beautiful display. The lights shimmered and twinkled just as the stars did, the two very different worlds having the same beauty from such a height.

As Carol leveled herself out more you felt your legs drop infront of you and away from Carol. Your grip on the hero tightened in response to the new position.

"Do you trust me?" Carol asked carefully. You nodded, not knowing what your friend was planning but knowing you would go along with whatever she had planned.

One moment Carol had her reassuring grip on your waist, guiding you through the night air, and the next she was gone. You plummeted through the air in an instant, a silent scream escaping your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, not wanting to see the world spinning as you fell, but as soon as you were falling you were safe again.

You landed on Carol's back surprisingly lightly. You blinked a few times in shock, not understanding what had happened until you realised that Carol was flying horizontally and the position allowed you both to have a much better view and in a better position.

You sighed with a grin as stared down at the city in awe, your eyes occasionally flickering up to the dark sky. You rested your head in the crook of Carol's neck and wrapped your arms around her front, easing into her as easily as you had that night on the couch.

It was the happiest you had felt in such a long time. You felt safe with Carol, even from such a dangerous height and the whole event had you feeling more relaxed and content than you could ever remember.

A warmth spread over your body as the pair of you gently flew over the city. While you wanted to believe it was from Carol's powers, you knew deep down that that wasn't it. Because you had had that warmth for Carol on the coldest nights, you had had it when she was on the other side of the room, it had been there for as long as you could remember. And it was only getting stronger.

It didn't take anymore encouragement to get back into your usual way of life without any issues. Thanks to Carol there didn't seem to be much difference. The times that you would have been spending with Wanda you spent with Carol. She knew you were okay and that you didn't need her to mope around with you anymore - not that you had really ended up doing that together much. But you wanted her with you; she seemed to want to be with you too.

While you had slept in the same bed multiple times since you had on the couch, you never cuddled close to her like you did before. You knew that if you did that warmth would return. You knew, deep down, what it meant. However you had no idea if Carol's feelings for you were anything more than platonic, it was a line you weren't willing to cross, so you pushed those feelings to the side as much as you could.

Despite your efforts, those mornings you woke up next to your friend you found that you had your head resting on her shoulder or an arm hooked around her waist or one of your legs tangled with hers. She never seemed to mind, in fact one time you could have sworn you saw her eyes drop when you separated yourself from her. You told yourself you were just seeing things that weren't there.

So one night when Carol casually invited you to an Avenger's party you almost choked on your popcorn. You had always gotten along with the team - ever since the mix up on the mission that had led you to meet them and Carol. You had been to a fair few of those parties in the time you had been friends, but that party would be different.

Carol had assured you that no one else on the team knew exactly what had happened between you and Wanda. Your friend knew you didn't want people knowing and Wanda wasn't about to announce it, all the team knew was that you had broken up.

"You don't have to." Carol said quickly. "Wanda will be there." She informed in unimportant fact kind of way. "I just thought it would be nice for you to see everyone again. They miss you."

"They do?" Even thought you had known the Avengers for years, you still couldn't help but be a insecure before seeing them. You didn't have any powers or training. You always wondered what you could possibly bring to their table. Those worries were always put to rest once you were settled in, the smiles on their faces and laughter they emitted when you saw them was hard to fake. Besides, it wasn't like they had any reason to fake it.

You very quickly stopped being insecure when it came to Carol though. You had spent so much time together and knew each other so well that you never worried what she thought of you. She reminded you often of the traits she loved so much, it had been something you had started.

"I'd love to go." You smiled at Carol then went back to the screen. You never liked to make things awkward with exes. It wasn't like you and Wanda were going to become best buddies any time soon, but you were determined to be civil. You just hoped she would be too.

"Great." Carol concluded after studying you for a bit, wanting to be absolutely sure that it was what you wanted. "I'll pick you up at eight on Saturday."

"It's in two days?" You exclaimed, turning to Carol with a horrified expression.

"It is?" Carol confirmed in a not-too-sure tone, not understanding what the big deal was.

"Jeeze, Carol, give a girl a better warning next time." You huffed as you leant back against the couch. The blonde chucked next to you and muttered an apology.

Carol continued watching the film she had put on while you planned when and where you would get an outfit. You knew the dress code of those parties, that wouldn't be an issue, but part of you wanted to match with Carol.

"What are you going to wear?" You asked casually.

"Haven't decided yet."

Damn. You would just have to wing it.

Carol knocked on your door at exactly eight o'clock on the night of the party. You were startled at the sound of it at first, not expecting her to actually use the door for once.

You opened the door with a wide grin on your face but felt as though you had the breath knocked out of you when you saw your friend. She was wearing a tailored dark y/f/c suit with a neat white blouse. Her hair was slightly tossled and hung loose around her shoulders. It all went perfectly with her familiar warm smile. She looked beautiful.

Carol's outfit was strikingly similar to your own y/f/c dress that was a much lighter tone but the similarity was still there.

"H-hey." You stuttered as you continued to take in her outfit.

"Hey yourself." Carol grinned smugly, not oblivious to your stare.

"You look...really...amazing." You couldn't help but say. It was the truth.

"You look really amazing too." Carol said a lot more easily than you did. You giggled and stepped out of your appartment and locked it.

"Milady." Carol said in a terrible English accent as she offered her arm for you to hold.

"Milord." You went along and put your arm easily through hers before you started walking down the hallway, unable to contain your smile at the childish and loveable act.

When you arrived at the party you were bombarded with people wanting to talk to Carol. You had grown used to that, but it was still a downer when you wanted to stay by Carol, at least for a while.

Eventually, you were summoned away from your friend by the Avengers who were eager to catch up with you after so long.

"How've you been?" Nat asked with a welcoming hug as she outstretched her arms I'm an open hug.

"I've been pretty great." You replied honestly as you hugged her tightly. There was no one you were closer to than Carol, but Nat was someone you considered a friend without a doubt.

"What about you?" You asked genuinely as you pulled away.

"Same old." Nat smiled in her familiar way she saved for those she knew rather than the strangers in the room she had to play nice with.

You talked to Nat for a while as though nothing had changed. You hadn't seen Wanda and you had no idea where she was and no one mentioned her. You were thankful there wasn't any tension around the group. They all talked to you in the same way they always had with the exception of them asking about Carol more. You kept missing their knowing smiles hidden behind their drinks.

After a while you and Tony had your own convosation and it seemed as though being around the others was the only kind of self control he had when it came to refraining talking about relationships. As soon as you two were left alone he didn't hesitate to start saying what he had been thinking.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, you and Wanda seemed great, but I always thought it would be you and Carol who would end up together." Tony said as though he was voicing a passing thought.

"Me and Carol?" You tried to ask smoothly. Admittedly you had been thinking a lot about what it would be like to date Carol. You couldn't seem to stop your mind wandering at night to imagining scenarios with her in which you were dating. It always made you smile so your cheeks hurt until you reminded yourself it wasn't real. Carol would never see you that way, would she?

"Well I didn't see it until Nat pointed it out. Then we actually all kind of assumed you were dating before you and Wanda became a thing." Tony continued in his casual manner before taking another sip of his drink.

"Really?" You looked over at Nat who was talking to Carol. Nat seemed as though she was trying to convince Carol to do something because the blonde had the conflicked look upon her face that always appeared when she had been thinking long and hard about something.

"You certainly acted like it." Tony snickered as he followed your line of sight. As if on cue, Carol and Nat glanced your way and a heat began to grow along your neck at the feeling of embarrassment at being caught staring.

Nat had a small smirk playing along her lips while Carol mirrored your expression guiltily.

You missed Tony and Nat exchanging knowing smiles. You missed the way Carol's cheeks became tinted pink too.

"Excuse me." Tony said as he put a hand gently below your shoulder before walking off in the direction Nat had also departed too.

You smiled at Carol and wandered towards her place on the balcony, glad that she turned around entirely to face you. Unfortunately the blush on her cheeks had faded by the time you would have been close enough to spot it.

"Enjoying the party?" Carol asked as you stepped out onto the balcony and leant against the railing.

"I am." You said certainly. The blonde turned to copy your position so you could both gaze out at the buildings below you. The view you had gotten with Carol was undefeated, but the Avengers tower provided something special too.

"I told you they missed you." Carol grinned as she nudged your side with her elbow.

"Yeah." You blushed and peered down at the railing.

"I don't know about you but my shoes are killing me and I think I've talked to enough of these guests to bore me to death twice over." Carol sighed with a childish smile. You grinned back and nodded.

"You want to stay at mine tonight?" You asked hopefully.

"I'd love to." Carol's smile grew as you held her arm out for you to link your arm through again.

"Milady." The hero said with the same terrible English accent.

"Milord." You mocked as you put your arm through hers easily.

Maybe Tony was onto something.

That night when Carol took the same place she always did in her home that was as much hers as it was yours, you couldn't focus on the movie playing on the screen. You couldn't focus on anything except the blonde beside you.

You had your head resting on her shoulder and everytime you moved to get your drink and turned back to her your eyes instantly strayed to her lips, images of kissing her filling your head.

You remembered the night she moped with you after your breakup and how she had been the best friend you could ask for. Except you didn't want Carol to be just your friend. You wanted her to be more.

Your mind had been racing since since party, considering what Tony had said to you and how true it was. You and Carol really had always acted like a couple. You had never thought anything of it, even when Carol did it considerably less when you were dating someone.

Because you had been in more than just one relationship in the time you been friends with Carol. None of them ever felt right. You always thought there was something missing. Something that the next person would fix. No one ever could though. Because what you had been looking had been right infront of you the whole time.

All those feelings that had come bubbling to the surface the couple of weeks prior, they had been there all along. Christ, you were such an idiot.

"Carol..." You whispered, more afraid of what you were about to say than anything before. You wanted to back out. You didn't want to mess up what you had with Carol, but you had never been so sure of something than you were for your feelings for Carol in your entire life.

"Yeah?" She said softly.

"I think..." You held your breath and you could have sworn Carol did too. "I think I'm inlove with you." The blonde froze for a solid minute. Neither of you spoke. Tears threatened to come to the surface as you realized what you had done.

Eventually, Carol put her bowl of popcorn down and slowly turned towards you. You didn't dare meet her eye, instead playing with the edge of the blanket over you both and hoping it would trigger a sink hole beneath you.

"You do?" She whispered. You nodded and bit your lip in an attempt to hold back your tears. Carol lifted your chin gradually so you were looking at her. She had an unreadable expression.

"I love you too." You half laughed half sighed in relief as a smile spread across your face and the tears finally sprung free.

"Yeah?" You choked out. Carol instantly cupped your face and wiped your tears off of your cheeks as she smiled back at you.

"Yeah!" She giggled. "I've wanted to say that for so long." She admitted in a rush.

"Why didn't you? It could have saved us so much time!" You exclaimed and gently punched her arm.

"I was scared, even with Nat trying to convince me to say something." Carol explained, it was her turn to look away in embarrassment but you quickly pulled her back the way she did.

"That's really sweet, I'm here now." You assured genuinely.

Carol smiled back at you as her eyes glanced down at you lips. You grinned at the obviousness of what she was thinking and bravely closed the gap between you. After that prompt Carol eagerly met you half way and smiled into your long overdue kiss. Her lips were so so soft and moved against like a perfected dance. When you pulled away for air you rested your forehead against hers and breathed heavily with a heart filled smile.

"We have to do that more often." Carol said as her hands landed on your waist.

"We absolutely do." You agreed before pulling her into another kiss, engraving the memory of that night into your mind forever.

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Baby, show me what it's like - Y.B.

Summary: Dancing with a stranger at a party doesn’t seem like a bad idea. That is until it turns out she is the leader of a motorcycle club.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, kissing, dancing with a stranger

Author’s note: I don’t really have anything to say lol please let me know what you think about this!

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Masterlist

The music blasting in the small space shook your whole body as you walked through the crowd following your friends. They dragged you out to party because - in their words - you needed to find someone to take the stress out of your body. College has been hard on you in the last couple of weeks as you had exams after assignments. You were stressed at the time, but since everything has been done you felt fine.

But now you are here at a club that is overstuffed with people. You reach the bar where your friends are already waiting for you. They already ordered way too many shots for you and you feel your stomach turn at the thought of all the alcohol they will make you drink. You want to have fun so you grab the shot glass closest to you and drown it in one shot. They all cheer at your action so you raise the now empty glass to the air before slamming it down the countertop. Another full glass is shoved into your hands and you drink it without hesitation. The alcohol burns as it travels through your body, making you shiver and grimace. You are so going to regret this.

After a few minutes of drinking, they grab your hands and lead you to the dance floor. You roll your eyes as they find a space big enough for you all to fit. You feel the beat course through your body making your hips move. The music and the alcohol combined allow you to let loose. You raise your hands to the air above your head as you sway your hips to the beat.

A few songs come and go and you feel yourself get progressively more carefree and you feel a pair of eyes on your body. If you were sober you might find it creepy but right now you just love the attention. You circle your hips harder and more seductively, hoping that the person staring at you takes his chance. You drag your hands down your body as you lean your head back, baring your neck. Slowly spinning around you show them your full body from every angle, your heart beating rapidly. You have never done this before, but you find it exhilarating.

Biting your lip you close your eyes just as a pair of arms wrap around your waist. A smirk makes its way into your lips as you feel the stranger’s body flush against you. Your eyes are still closed and you don’t want to open them. You want to live in this moment without worrying about who is behind you. The hands splay on your stomach as you lean your head back onto his shoulder. The person behind you is around the same height as you, maybe a little taller. Perfect.

One of the hands leaves your front and it sweeps your hair away from your neck that is closer to his face. Your heart beats at the same time as a soft kiss is left on the skin of your neck. The other hand leads your hips along with his, your mouth opening in a silent moan. The kisses keep being placed on your neck and you turn your head to give him more space. They turn open-mouthed and it makes you grab his hands that are on your stomach. His lips travel up to under your ear and he nips at the skin there. Your hands squeeze his and you hear a low chuckle in your ear, his breath hitting the shell of your ear, making you shiver. You push out your behind to his front which makes his hands squeeze your hips. Two fingers tap on your jaw on the other side of your head and they push you to turn your head towards the person's face whom you still haven't seen.

Your eyes stay closed as you feel him lean over to your lips, but before they can press onto yours, you open your eyes. Your whole body freezes as you realize who is in front of you. A woman. You push her away frantically as you stumble backward, colliding with other people who are unaware of what's happening. You mumble out a sorry which you are sure they don't hear, but you don't care. You almost kissed a woman. And not just any woman. The stranger in front of you is Yelena Belova. The Yelena Belova. Everyone in the city knows her and avoids her as much as they can. She is the leader of the Widow Club. One of the most dangerous people in the area. They all carry guns around, ride motorcycles and wear as much leather as they can. Like she is doing now, as she has a black leather jacket on with leather pants and a simple white t-shirt. It's hot. No, you can't think like that. She is dangerous. And she is looking right at you now.

You gulp as she keeps staring with her eyebrows raised expectantly. She takes a step closer to you and you try to stand your ground on shaky legs. She raises her hand and your eyes warily follow all her movements. The music is still blasting around you, but your ears are ringing as she sweeps your hair out of your face. Your mouth opens slightly and her eyes move down to it from your eyes. You close it quickly when you notice where her attention has shifted.

"What's wrong darling?" her accent surprises you and your body doesn't move as she steps even closer. Her face is a few inches from yours and you can't think of anything else but how gorgeous she is "Hmm?" she makes you feel small even though she is only a few inches taller than you.

"I don't- I can't- I'm not-" you stumble over your words making her smile at your cuteness. You are adorable.

"What is it?" she tilts her head to the side. You know she is talking to you like a baby, but somehow you find yourself liking it.

"I like men" the words fall out of your lips messily and your eyes widen at your own confession. Will she be mad?

"Are you sure?" she squints at you, not quite believing your words. Maybe you don't know yet "Because it seemed to me that you enjoyed yourself a few seconds prior" her smile is kind, but you are having a hard time believing she is being sincere.

"I thought you were a man" you avert your eyes and instead look at the people around you.

"Okay" she swiftly steps back with her hands up in surrender. You look at her in confusion "I don't know how badly you think of me" she begins and you look down on the ground in shame "but I won't push you to do anything" she gives you a small smile and then she is out of your sight, the crowd swallowing her. She is gone just like that. You stand there in shock as you try to process what happened. You spoke to one of the most feared people in the city. What is more, you danced with her and almost kissed her. And it was hot. Wait, no. It wasn't. It's just the alcohol in your system that makes you think like this.

You shake your head to clear your head, but it doesn't help much. Looking around you find your friends a few feet away from you, clearly not knowing what just happened. You walk over to them and tell them that you don't feel too good and you want to go home. You say your goodbyes and leave the place to flag down a taxi to finally go home and spend a sleepless night tossing and turning in your bed with a certain woman on your mind.

A whole week passes by and you still haven't forgotten about your almost kiss with Yelena. It's been on your mind every day since it happened and you found yourself fantasizing about what would have happened if you didn't stop. It's been annoying you the whole time, but you refused to dwell on it for too long. Until now.

You can't think of anyone else but her, even when a man is right in front of you. You can't kiss anyone without her face being the one that pops up in your mind. You don't understand what she did to you, but something is not right and you know how you can make it go away. You just have to kiss her and you are good. You don't know what it would be like and that's why you can't think about it. That has to be it. It's the only explanation.

Thus you decided to go to the place normal people wouldn't think of going. The Widow Club's place.

As you reach the old building your stomach contracts, your heart beating rapidly. Sweat coats your palms as you walk through the gate and into the yard that stretches in front of the building. Every head turns to you which makes you stop in your tracks, your fake confidence faltering.

"What do you want?" one of the women shouts at you which makes you slightly vince. They all laugh at your reaction.

"I'm looking for Yelena Belova" you speak back loud enough for them to hear. The woman who spoke to you raises her eyebrows and stands up from where she was sitting fixing her bike. She opens her mouth to speak but a door to her right opens and out walks the woman you are looking for. You unconsciously straighten your spine as she looks you up and down and you see recognition in her eyes. She remembers you.

"Come in" she looks into your eyes and you quickly walk toward her. She lets you walk through the open door first and you find yourself in a small office. Shelves line the wall to your right and a table with two chairs on either side of it is in the middle of the room.

Turning around you find Yelena flipping someone off outside the room before turning to you and closing the door behind her.

"So what do you want?" she sits down on her chair and motions for you to do the same across the table. You follow her and sit down. You inhale deeply and the air leaves your lungs in a long sigh.

"What did you do to me?" you look into her striking eyes and you almost lose yourself in it.

"What?" she leans forward to rest her elbows on the table.

"What did you do to me?" you repeat yourself a little slower.

"No I understood what you said, I just don't know what you mean" she shakes her head with a small smile on her lips. The lips you couldn't stop thinking about the past week. You clear your throat and look away from her face.

"Why can't I stop thinking about you and our almost kiss?" you steel yourself as you let the words fall from your lips. Maybe she has the answer to the question that has been burning you. She stares at you for a few seconds without moving at all and you start to feel uncomfortable.

"Are you serious?" she bursts out laughing out of nowhere. She falls back into her chair and now it's your turn to stare at her. Her laugh. Oh god her laugh is the most wonderful sound you have ever heard. When she quiets down a little she stands up and walks around the table to your side. You lean back as she places her hands on either side of you on the chair. Your gulp is visible to her and she tilts her head to the side in wonder.

"Are you scared of me?" she looks into your wide eyes, her voice is soft.

"No" your answer is quick and it comes out without thinking. Without knowing you ease her worries with just that one word.

"Does your heart beat faster when I'm this close?" she leans in closer and you suck in a breath which answers enough for her "You said you keep thinking about me" she grabs your arms to pull you up into a standing position "Well, I keep thinking about you too" she guides you to lean your back against the table and you let her move you however she wants. Her words leave you speechless, your heart drumming against your ribs in anticipation. She places her hands on either side of you on the table, caging you in.

"What do you want me to do about it?" her face comes closer to yours, her eyes not leaving your lips, and all of your resolves disappear.

"Kiss me" these two words are all she needs before her lips crash into yours. Your arms wrap around her neck to pull her closer as her tongue swipes across your bottom lip and your mouth opens to give her access. She explores your mouth making both of you moan into the fervent kiss. You know she is experienced from the way she moves her lips against yours and it only makes you even more frustrated in the best way.

She pulls away from you after a few seconds, eliciting a groan from you. Your eyes stay closed as you relish the feeling of being kissed by her for the first time. She places her thumb on your lips which makes you open your eyes. Her orbs are full of emotions you can't quite grasp yet, but you want to learn all of them. You lean toward her, but stop before you could kiss her again. Your mind is a mess and you can only think about her and her soft lips right now.

"Again?" the cheeky smile on her face leaves you breathless and you can only nod in response. She lets out a small chuckle before pressing her lips to yours again. Your noses bump against each other as her hands grasp your waist. Your fingers tangle in her blonde hair as she shifts her body flush against yours. Her hands find the back of your thighs to help you sit up onto the desk, knocking over everything in your way. Pencils fall on the ground along with their holder amidst loud clangs, but neither of you cares. She stands between your open legs, her lips not leaving yours for a second. You feel her palms brush the skin of your thighs and your mind goes into a frenzy.

A knock sounds from the door and you immediately pull away from her startled by the sudden interruption. Leaning her forehead against your shoulder she groans which makes you giggle. Pressing one last kiss on your lips she walks to the door and opens it.

"This better be important" her voice is authoritative and you are glad she doesn't see you as you bite your lip and clench your thighs together. God, she is so hot.

"Sorry boss we just heard some loud noises and we wanted to check on you to see if you were okay" you can hear the voice of the woman who spoke to you before, now it's laced with a smile as if she can barely hold back from bursting out laughing. They must be close.

"Fuck off" Yelena scoffs at her and she finally lets out the laugh she has been holding back. She slams the door in the woman's face and she turns back to you while shaking her head with a smile on her face. You lean back onto your hands on the table and tilt your head to the side as you watch her mumble under her breath. You catch a few idiots and I should be more strict which makes you smile. Is this the big, feared leader of the Widow Club? People don't know the real her it seems.

Her eyes find yours and she just looks at you for a few seconds. She has stunning eyes. In a few long strides, she is in front of you again, her hands on your legs.

"So how was that pretty girl?" her nose brushes yours which makes a small whine escape the confines of your lips. You avert your eyes bashfully after the sound you make. You seem way too needy.

"Did you like it?" her thumb brushes your cheek and your heartbeat speeds up at the tender touch "Did it answer your question?"

"Yes" the word comes out breathy "to both of them" your answer makes her chuckle.

"And what is the answer?" she pushes you.

"I want more" you confess while closing your eyes. You are too scared to see her reaction and it seems too real now that you said it out loud. You've never thought of any woman like this before.

"More of what?" her thumb keeps stroking your cheek making it hard to think straight.

"You" you keep your eyes closed because you know you would get lost in her orbs if you freed yours.

"Me?" the surprise in her voice is unmistakable and it makes you open your eyes.

"Yes, you" you nod confidently "I want to get to know you" you decide to tell her how you feel, and the smile that lights up her face is worth embarrassing yourself. She slams her lips onto yours making you grab her arm so you don't fall backward. Her kiss is hurried as she pours all her emotions into it and you feel like the whole room is spinning around you.

Pulling away the adorable smile makes its way back to her face and you feel your insides turn into mush at how endearing she is.

"I can't wait to get to know you" you laugh as she holds out her hand for you to shake.

"Yelena Belova" she introduces herself and you tell her your name in return.

"I think we will have a lot of fun together" her smile turns cheeky and you feel your face heat up at the implication of her words.

You can't wait to learn everything about the person most people know by reputation and you are glad you get the opportunity to be close to her. Who needs men when you have a woman like this next to you?

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abbynx · 3 years ago

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La Squadra reacting to a usually silent, patient teammate snapping and going off

Genre: Platonic, just the bois being bros, definitely a self-projection, comfort

Warning: Cursing, mentions of breakup and manipulation

Your phone rang for the umpteenth time, the stubborn caller failing to realise how many times you've wordlessly made it clear you want nothing to do with him. All you ask of him was to finally leave you alone and yet he continues to persistently pest you. Your will power proved itself mighty to be tolerating his nineteenth call in five minutes.

It was your ex being a stubborn son of a bitch who has a lot of time in his hands, constantly asking you to pick up the phone and let him 'smooth out and explain' his recent relationship with his 'friends' behind your back. You were nowhere near stupid, nor gullible after joining the mob. despite your outward appearance as an innocent, average civilian you've hardened over time with the help of your career and turning your feelings off was no longer a challenge. Over time it simply became a light switch.

After his recent actions came to light, you bear to hesitation to break it off. For a moment you felt guilty when he gave his explanation to why he started seeing other people without you knowing; of course you knew what you were getting into when you signed your soul away to the devil to work in this line of career, you were constantly faced with death and lacked the time to spend time with him. He had no knowledge about what you do for a living, but you knew how to make it clear you were never going to be a simple one-call-away. But over time you've finally gained some self-worth and self-preservation to see through his guilt tripping, before you dropped his ass.

Now you were here, rejecting his calls before pocketing it back in your pants before resuming the movie night. Even putting the phone on silent it continued to bother everyone around you as you continued to nonchalantly press the reject call button.

How can you be this patient, the rest of the team questions but the answer lay before them. Risotto hired the timid assassin with potential for their unwavering patience and swift wits to wiggle them selves out of severe situations, something the time could use to be honest especially when you have a ticking time bomb with no timer and goes off at random. Perhaps the question would be simply answered with a short and simple one: "It's just Y/N being Y/N."

With the pestering phone calls bothering you for the past few days, your team can't help to be annoyed on your behalf and would like to chuck your phone into the deepest trench of the ocean and buy you a new one.

Much to everyone's chagrin, they watch you pick your phone up, however, what you did next was new and unexpected. Instead of rejecting the call, you finally picked up. Most of the time you'd politely greet, but today was certainly different. As soon as you picked up the phone, you wasted no breathe to speak and cut to the chase. All eyes turned to you, some were concerned, curious, shocked, or proud.

"Can you quit blowing up my phone, dude? Twenty FUCKING calls every second is getting tiresome. If you're calling me to 'explain' to me how you're not meeting your hookups then fuck off and get lost! what? Do you miss your personal ego booster? Well then fuck you, go try and choke on your own dick! Do you fucking think I'll believe your half-assed bullshit lies and pathetic fucking cries and bitching will win me over? You must be so fucking DELUSIONAL to be thinking you're worth the effort! What? Are you sad that I’m not a passable doll you can manipulate and mold to your liking? Is that it, you crazy son of a bitch? Can't you fucking get a clue that I'm over it? Huh? I couldn't care less about the new lies you've come up with to try and win me over, I'm done! Finished! Tapos! Ho finito! He terminado! Я задолбался! WHAT OTHER LANGUAGES DO I NEED TO SPEAK TO GET IT THROUGH THAT THICK FUCKING NOGGIN OF YOUR’S? CALL ME AGAIN AND I SWEAR TO ALL THINGS CONSIDERED MIGHTY THAT YOU WON’T HAVE ANY TEETH LEFT, DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND YOU FUCKING CHEATER? DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND? Good."

As soon as you finished the call, you calmly set it down with a sigh of relief. Peace at last. You adjusted yourself comfortably on your seat, wanting to watch the movie on display, when you felt you've made yourself quite the spectacle.

“What?”

Formaggio

- “Woooh, they went off!” His initial response was to high-five you for some reason but you accepted, nevertheless.

- Very shocked and yet enthusiastic at how you handles yourself at the face of a situation like this. Not to mention, the build up! From you trying to tolerate the caller for the past few minutes, before picking up the call and gave them an ass whipping to remember for the rest of his life!

- He would feel sorry for the person of the other side of the line if it weren’t for the fact he cheated on you, so good for him to be told off.

Illuso

- “Heh, about time you told him off.”

- Silently supportive at how you handled yourself at the face of a situation like this and admires you for it. It was very entertaining while it lasted, now he just wants to go back to watching the movie.

- Along that, he was shock that this hidden side of yours came put of nowhere and came out strong, which he thinks is pretty fucking rad. He now thinks back at the times where he gave you backhanded comments and how you managed to keep yourself cool under it... He now reminds himself not to get on your bad side, ever.

Proscuitto

- “.... Thank fuck you’re done, I was starting to think about throwing your phone out.”

- Extremely flabbergasted, as he has never heard you speak fluent in profanities, nor raise your voice at the duration of your stay in La Squadra. and addition to that, the fact you leaned on your seat and calmed yourself immediately as if nothing happened.

- Nevertheless, he feels proud at you for standing up to yourself and standing your ground. You have always been the timid one entering the world of crime and he overlooked your development within this new and risky life style. Looks like his mentoring worked wonders on you and he feels proud of himself.

Pesci

- “......”

- He was too shaken up to speak, he has never heard you be this angry and frustrated before as you’ve always kept calm in every situation and he admires you for that.

- He is shaken up, sure but it doesn’t really change how he views you. You were still the patient person he has ever met-- he just happen to witness you lose your cool once but he’s sure that this won’t define you.

Melone

- “Good for you for getting rid of that guy.”

- He’s just relieved that you’re finally done with the guy who has been giving Melone weird vibes the moment you told him about your then boyfriend. A few alarm bells rang in his head as you detailed how he acts around you and despite being happy for you back then, Melone was extremely vocal about his concerns. Looking back at it, he feels that his ‘paranoia’ wasn’t far off.

- He isn’t really shock, he’s just happy that you’re standing your ground and establishing yourself as a person who don’t need no one to use as a co-dependent crutch. After being around Ghiaccio, he really isn’t that phased anymore.

Ghiaccio

- “Fucking finally!”

- Similar to Melone, he’s just relieved your done with the phone calls and clingy boyfriend who is a walking-talking red flag. He hated how you didn’t have time back then to hang out with your other teammates just to spend time with your boyfriend to make up lost times, that often lasts until midnight and Ghiaccio can still hear you talking to your phone.

- Ghiaccio cares about you despite his distant veneer, and wants the best for the people he cares about. So he was happy that you finally broke your relationship of with a guy who doesn’t deserve you. Also, he’s starting to think that your choice of vocabulary all came from him and is unsure whether he should feel proud or not.

Risotto

- “Oh... Okay, good for you.”

- He blurted the first thing in mind, because he was just so shock at how you responded. He hired you for being so patient and calm at all times and now looking back, he doesn’t really see himself thinking that one day you’ll be going off without stopping to breathe and stutter.

- Don’t get him wrong, he actually thinks it’s awesome that you stood up for yourself like that, but just give him time to reel back to reality. He just never thought you’d explode that hard.

Gelato and Sorbet

- “See Sorbet? I told you they’d snap eventually!”

- The couple was immensely entertained at your empowering speech being quite the ego breaker and worse-fate-than-death threat. They adore it whenever they see a usually timid newcomer becoming unafraid to stand their ground and tell their oppressors off, it honestly feels like a proud parent thing for them to see their baby kid all grown up and kicking people in the guts with their words.

- If you would want a rebound, they won’t hesitate to set someone up with you who is far better than your dog-faced ex because they know that people are barely worthy for you

#la squadra x reader #platonic #x reader #comfort #formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #melone x reader #ghiacchio x #risotto x reader #gelato and sorbet x reader #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jjba golden wind #jjba part 5 #la sqaudra #all the foreign language are basically just 'im done'

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slow-burn-sally · 2 years ago

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okay the last one for now: awkward Childerstrange kiss.

John doesn't usually do online dating. He's not good at putting on the thick veneer of total bullshit so many people adopt in order to make others like them and find them fuckable. John Childermass has never particularly cared whether anyone likes him or not, and has never had any trouble in the people-finding-him-fuckable department either.

After a painful breakup with a total narcissist who'd cheated on him, then seven long months spent drinking a bit too much and crying very silently in the middle of the night so no one would see it and bother him about it, he decides that maybe going out with some random bloke from grindr might not be such a bad idea.

He sees the message come in from "Jonathan". Why do people like being called Jonathan? So many syllables. So much work. John clicks on the man's profile and sees a weird-hot guy with wild, curly black hair and piercing blue eyes looking back at him.

Then his gaze drifts lower to the list of personal preferences, likes and dislikes, and he groans inwardly.

A magician? Really?

Who the fuck admits to being a magician on a website? It's so... corny. Or rather, people love seeing magicians perform live (if the magician is good), but if they're not, it gets corny fast.

He looks back up at the man's photo and notes the sexy stranger’s screen name. Jonathan Strange.

John rolls his eyes at the clearly made up handle. The message though, once he reads it, is surprisingly open and honest.

“Hi,

I have to admit I was at first drawn in by your photos, but learning that you’re also a leather worker, a mechanic and a part time artist? You sound like you’d be a good conversationalist. Over coffee perhaps? I’m just getting out there again after the death of a spouse two years ago, so I’m not looking for the love of my life. Maybe just someone to have fun with.

Let me know if you’re interested.

Cheers

- Jonathan.”

John messages him that he is indeed interested, and, preparing himself for the worst, possibly dullest night of his life, he heads to Perks Coffee Co. on the corner across from his building to meet the mysterious Jonathan Strange.

Surprisingly, they have a nice time. Strange (it really is his legal surname! and John adopts it as a nickname immediately, because how can you not?) is a touch arrogant. Bragging about his career as yes, an actual magician. He’s a good one though. He specializes in slight of hand and tricks of the eye that are so streamlined and subtle, that people mistake it for real magic, as nothing else could explain why a shower of gold coins appeared to rain down from above their heads, nor how what they’d assumed had been a fake raven had suddenly taken flight from Strange’s hand in a flurry of black feathers. He’s so good in fact that he’s had to fend off a couple of law suits surrounding claims that he drugs his audience in order to make them hallucinate, for there is no other explanation for the wildness of his act.

Strange assures John that it is little more than a relentlessly obsessive compulsive mind and thousands upon thousands of hours of practice that allow him to do what he does, and reassures John with a cocky smirk that he can’t actually do real, old school wizard magic. He’s just a man, not a sorcerer.

His arrogance would be a red flag for John if the man weren’t so obviously using it to mask a great deal of grief. John can see it radiate off of him in waves when he’s not speaking. His eyes, merry and sparkling like Caribbean waters one second, then when he looks down into his coffee, his face takes on shadows of pain.

“Tell me something about you that you don’t normally tell blokes on dates,” Strange asks, and John is pleasantly surprised by his question.

“Oh, well, I like old books,” he admits with a shrug. He’s leaning against the wall next to the coffee counter, looking at Johnathan Strange through the curtain of his long, undone hair. It’s a tactic he often employs when he wants to stay half hidden before letting people get to know him. “I used to work for a book dealer and he taught me a lot about old books.”

“That’s a wonderful thing to be interested in!” Strange exclaims, smiling. He’s got a pretty smile.

A conversation ensues about John’s favorite old books, and how he’d even begun dipping his toes in restoration.

“How did your wife die?” John asks, thought he tries to do it gently. He often loses touch of what is and is not appropriate conversation on first dates.

“Cancer,” Strange replies, his face taking on that sad look again.

“I’m sorry. That must have been rough,” John says.

“It was. I’m still not really OK about it,” Strange says, which is very honest really, when you’re trying to get in some bloke’s pants. John likes that, that Strange is open about his emotional struggles. It makes him seem more genuine. Strange’s sadness also moves him in a way he’s surprised by. He’s never had a life partner before, choosing to live as an eternal bachelor. It’s easier on his wallet and his mental health. But to imagine falling in love with someone, sharing a life with them, and then losing them. That must be a mind fuck and a half.

“Do you want to come over for a drink?” he asks, for he suddenly realizes he wants to do things to Strange to make him forget his grief... to help him relax, and those things might not be appreciated were he to do them here at the coffee shop.

“Oh, I... yes, yes, I’d love to,” Strange’s face transforms into a slightly loopy smile. His teeth are a little bucked in the front and John finds that he likes that. It mars the perfection of Strange’s cocky, man about town persona, and makes him a bit relatably goofy looking. Which is hot.

“Excellent. Well then, allow me to buy you a coffee and we can get out of here.”

John pays and they both leave, walking the sixty or so some-odd feet to the door of John’s second storey flat. John lets them in and they climb the stairs in silence. John wonders if Strange is eyeing his arse from behind as the man follows him up.

they reach John’s flat, and John gives Strange the grand tour, which takes approximately 20 seconds as the flat is tiny. They end at the bedroom of course. It’s a classic maneuver, one that’s quite easy to see through. Strange looks knowingly at the well made futon in the small side room John uses as a bedroom and smiles. He turns to look at John. They’re both standing in the bedroom doorway, each with one hand on the frame, the other hand hanging by their sides near each other. They lock eyes for a moment, then both move at the same time, closing in for a kiss.

Only, there’s a mix up somewhere. Strange reaches out with his hand, just as John reaches out with his, and their hands collide, this causes John to yelp in discomfort and jerk his head back a little, which causes Strange to miss his lips entirely and smear a wet kiss mark across the top of John’s cheek.

An awkward silence ensues, then Strange smirks, John grunts, and then they’re both laughing. Bending over double with their sides held, laughing at the silliness of modern day seduction and all of it’s ridiculous glory.

As the giggles and guffaws slow and putter out, they end up looking at each other again. John watches, a little breathless from laughing, as Strange’s eyes drift down to rest on John’s lips.

This time, it’s not nearly as awkward. There’s no knocking of limbs or missing of lips. John steps up, loops an arm around Strange’s waist, and brings their mouths together. Strange lets all the air in his lungs out through his nose, and that warm breath brushes against John’s cheek. He teases a little at Strange’s lips with the tip of his tongue and then Strange opens his mouth and shares that wet heat with John in a very explicit sort of kiss.

By the end of two weeks, they’re properly dating. Meeting for dinner after work, shagging desperately at one of their flats, or spending long hours on the phone, talking about everything and anything.

Looking back, John can’t believe he’d planned on keeping Strange at arm’s length. He can’t believe he’d thought of himself as incapable of falling in love again, as he’s fairly certain he’s currently half out of his mind in love. Most of all, he can’t fathom why he’d thought the name Jonathan was too long and had too many syllables. It sounds far far better when he cries it out softly in bed.

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