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Taylor Swift now has the opportunity to do the most Taylor Swift thing possible
#I literally don't give a fuck if you like her or not#just imagine her next concert performing If I Were A Man with footage of Harris on the screen#she pauses the music before the chorus to dramatically put an I Voted sticker on her power pantsuit#she ends the song with a fist held in the air as I'm With Her stays on the screen do you see the vision djsnsiesjjeie#you cannot argue how Taylor Swift that would be of her and I for one think it'll be good for the nation#taylor swift#kamala harris
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Crying in the Courtyard - Theodore Nott
⋆。°✩Pairing : theodore nott x fem!reader
Warnings : fluff/light angst, happy ending, use of y/n
Summary : reader finds something out about her crush.
Song : Crying In the Chapel - Elvis Presley⋆。°✩
Word Count : 2,210
"So, did you find out? Is he seeing someone?" You gushed in a hushed tone, fisting your Slytherin friend's robes in your hand as you pulled her in, anxious to hear what she has to say.
"Y/n! Calm down, you're going to rip off my bloody buttons. But yes, I did hear something from Blaise." Pansy Parkinson, a friend you hadn't expected to make, replied with a sigh, her expression mirroring your own anxiety. You held your breath, waiting for her next words, knowing deep down that your suspicions were about to be confirmed.
"Y/n..." She trails off, looking for words to explain the news. You met her eyes, a small realization dawning that your suspicions had been correct.
"I'm sorry. There was talk in the air that Theodore had been seeing someone, and Blaise confirmed it for me," Pansy started, her voice tinged with sympathy as she glanced away, almost as if she was shielding her eyes from your reaction. "Says that he's crushing on a girl, and we believe it to be Daphne."
Your heart sank as her words registered, but another thought flashed in your mind. Blaise, with his charming smile and smooth demeanor, had always seemed to have an affinity for Daphne. You couldn't help but wonder if his confirmation of Theodore's crush was influenced by his own feelings for her.
"Greengrass? Doesn't Blaise like Daphne Greengrass?"
Your curiosity sparked, and a deep longing for an answer, an answer that may prove that there's still a chance that Nott could be yours.
"Yes, he does. And Daphne likes another Slytherin boy, like Theo. The two have been teased before, but they had previously mentioned that they're just friends. Maybe something had developed? Theodore also mentioned that the girl he liked may have liked him as well, and Blaise saw them laughing together after class. So, if we connect the information together.."
Your heart felt as though as it had been hollowed out as Pansy dropped the bombshell. Theodore Nott, the enigma that had captured your thoughts and dreams, was supposedly entangled in a relationship. You leaned against the hall wall, the cold stone offering little solace as you tried to process the news, mind full with a whirlwind of confusion and hurt.
"I'm truly sorry, Y/n," Pansy's voice softened, her usually sharp features softening with genuine sympathy. "I was really rooting for the two of you to become a thing."
Her eyes, normally filled with a mischievous glint, now held a hint of sadness as she spoke, as if she shared in your disappointment. It was a rare moment of vulnerability from Pansy, one that made you realize just how much she valued your friendship.
As Pansy's voice faded into the background, you found yourself lost in a sea of memories, each one a painful reminder of what could have been. You remembered the stolen glances and whispered conversations, the moments shared between the two of you that had ignited a spark of something more, moments where you couldn't take your eyes off one another.
Maybe it was all in your head? It was only you who felt that way. No, he had felt that way for a different girl, not just any girl, Daphne Greengrass. You could never compare, oh how foolish you felt.
"Y/n, are you alright?" She placed a hand on your shoulder, bringing you back from your thoughts. You looked up at her, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
"Yes, I'm ok. I expected this, so.." Your eyebrows furrowed in anger, anger at yourself for falling so stupidly.
Before Pansy could see you break down, you decided to leave. You feel so stupid for feeling like this, and you couldn't have someone else see you like this.
"I've got class so um, thank you Pansy." You stammered and started to walk away from the girl, leaving her confused and concerned.
As the day wore on, Y/n found herself struggling to maintain her composure. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes at the most inconvenient moments, like droplets of rain in a storm. In Potions class, she buried her face in her textbook, pretending to study as she blinked back the tears that blurred her vision. Tears all caused by the boy who sat at the back of the class, who she refused to even spare a glance at now. But the ache in her chest only intensified with each passing moment, a relentless reminder of the pain she could not escape.
So she stood up abruptly in class, her sudden movement capturing Snape's attention like a disturbance in the otherwise calm atmosphere.
"Do you need a moment, Ms. L/n?" his voice was cold and clipped, his gaze piercing as he scrutinized her.
Y/n met his gaze, her eyes watery but determined. She nodded silently, not daring to speak as she fought to control the storm of emotions raging within her. Snape's expression remained impassive, a faint hint of impatience flickering in his eyes as he waited for her response.
"Take all the time you need," he said curtly, his tone dismissive as he turned his attention back to his lesson.
"Thank you, professor." With a heavy heart, Y/n nodded once more, her resolve hardening in the face of his indifference. With one last glance at her teacher, she turned on her heel and strode out of the classroom, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease in her wake.
Theodore Nott, who had been witnessing the whole situation, was confused beyond belief. She was alright this breakfast, she had been chattering and smiling beautifully as usual with her friends. What made her so distressed? So distressed to the point she wouldn't even spare a glance in his way?
The boy raised his hand, ignoring the looks from his friends, and excused himself from class. Though Snape's questioning gaze unsettled him, he was free to go. And the moment that Snape had nodded, the boy was off running after the girl of his dreams.
Finally, she reached the courtyard, her sanctuary amidst the chaos of her emotions. Leaning against the cold stone wall, she allowed herself to surrender to her grief. Each soft sob echoed off the walls, a symphony of heartache that seemed to consume her entirely.
Lost in her misery, she didn't hear the approaching footsteps until it was too late. She hastily wiped away her tears, trying to compose herself as she heard someone round the corner.
"Y/n?"
She froze, all the blood draining from her face at the recognition of his voice.
From all the people that could have seen her at a state like this, why did it have to be him? She felt a weight of dread as his presence lingered from behind her.
She slowly turned around, looking at Theo through her red puffed-up eyes. His eyes softened and he kneeled down to sit beside her, his expression filled with concern and something else, something she couldn't quite decipher.
"Tesoro? Are you alright?" His voice was gentle, a soothing melody amidst the chaos of her thoughts.
Forcing a smile, she nodded weakly, unable to meet his gaze. "I'm fine, Theodore. Just... just a bit tired. It's been a bad day."
But he wasn't fooled by her facade. Stepping closer, he tilted his head at the sight of how broken-hearted you looked, and in his own chest, he felt a pang of pain. "You don't have to pretend with me, Y/n. I can see that something's wrong."
The vulnerability in his eyes shattered the last of her resolve, and she broke down before him, the truth tumbling from her lips in a rush of emotion. "The boy I like... he doesn't like me back," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared down at her hands, unable to meet Theodore's gaze.
The pang in Theodore's heart deepened, now with a mix of jealousy and seething anger. Who would make such a warm and bella ragazza, cry like this?
"Well, that's his loss," Theodore said, his tone casual yet tinged with a hint of something deeper. "Because if it were up to me, I'd never let someone as incredible as you slip through my fingers."
Y/n's eyes widened in astonishment, her heart skipping a beat at his words. "Theodore..." she began, her voice barely a whisper.
Y/n couldn't help but glance at him, a mixture of confusion and curiosity in her eyes. "You think so?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Nott leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over her ear as he whispered, "Of course. Anyone who can't see how incredible you are doesn't deserve you."
He pulled away to look into her eyes, bringing his hand up to wipe away the stubborn tear that fell from her eye.
"Do you remember that time when I was feeling so lost and alone?" he began, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her cheek. "I tried to push you away, but you refused to leave my side. You stayed with me, even when I didn't deserve it. You're such a kind and loving soul, your soul made mine feel love again like it had never felt before."
Before she could dwell on the thought, He continued as he cupped her face with his hand, his tone growing more teasing with each word. "And besides, if this boy doesn't appreciate you, then he's clearly not worth your time," he declared, a mischievous glint dancing in his stormy eyes. "I mean, he must be pretty stupid to let someone like you cry tears of heartbreak. Che idiota è quel ragazzo."
Y/n couldn't help but laugh at his playful jab, the tension between them easing as she felt the weight of Theodore's words lift from her shoulders. In that moment, surrounded by his warmth and the teasing sparkle in his eyes, she dared to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, he had loved her back.
"There it is, that beautiful smile," Theo remarked, his heart swelling at the sight of her radiant expression. He couldn't help but feel a surge of affection as he watched the way her cheeks popped out when she laughed, prompting him to playfully pinch one with his hand as he joined in her laughter.
But as the symphony of their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, Theodore found himself unable to tear his gaze away from hers. His eyes wandered down to her lips, drawn like a magnet to their soft curve, and he felt a familiar warmth spreading through him, igniting a longing he couldn't ignore.
In that lingering moment of silent connection, Theodore's heart pounded in his chest, his breath catching as he felt an irresistible pull towards her. Without a second thought, he leaned in closer, his lips gently brushing against hers in a tender, hesitant kiss.
Time seemed to stand still as the world fell away around them, leaving only the sensation of her lips against his, sending sparks of electricity coursing through his veins. In that stolen moment, all doubts and fears melted away, replaced by an overwhelming rush of emotion as Theodore finally dared to seize the opportunity he had longed for.
And as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair, Theodore knew with absolute certainty that he had found where he belonged – in the embrace of the one who had captured his heart from the very beginning.
"Wait wait!" Y/n mumbled against his lips, pulling away with a concerned look upon her face. He looked up at her in regret, a fear that the kiss didn't feel the same for her made him gulp.
"What about Daphne?"
The regret on his face morphed into confusion.
"What about.. Daphne?" He repeated.
"Yeah, aren't you guys like a thing?" She hesitated, searching for answers in his eyes as she furrowed her eyebrows and wrapped her arms around herself uncomfortably.
"What? Daphne likes Blaise."
"Daphne likes Blaise." She repeated, a small smile forming upon her face at the realization.
"Wait, how about you? Who's the boy you said that didn't like you back?"
Y/n laughed out at the realization, ignoring Theo's confused face which made her laugh even more. Butterflies danced in her stomach at the feeling of relief, the joy she felt making her heart beat quickly.
"You! Nott, you were the boy who didn't like me back! Blaise told Pansy that you and Daphne were a thing!" She watched his face for a reaction, and at first he was still confused, but as he realized, his mouth was agape as he said "Ah."
The two soon shared their laughter again, Theo apologizing for the tears he had accidentally made her cry, "All along I was the fool who made you cry," he admitted, his tone soft yet tinged with regret. "I'm sorry, il mio tesoro, if only I had known. How can I make it up to you?"
A playful smirk danced on his lips as he pulled her in closer, his gaze drifting down to her grinning lips.
"I don't know if you can ever make it up to me, Nott. You hurt me pretty bad." She playfully said, wiping away her already dried tears. "Well actually maybe, you can start by kissing me again, you fool."
With a chuckle, Theodore leaned in, capturing her lips in a sweet and passionate kiss, knowing in that moment that he had finally found where he belonged – in the arms of the one who had stood by him through tears and laughter, through every trial and triumph.
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Hi! This is my first ever upload on tumblr, so it may not be perfect but hey who cares I got inspired by a personal experience! If you notice any grammatical mistakes, no you didn't. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! xx
[my masterlist⋆。°✩]
#theo nott#theodore nott x reader#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin boys#theodore nott x you#theodore nott imagine#theo nott imagine#theodore nott#fanfiction#fluff#light angst#theodore nott oneshot#theo nott x y/n#slytherin#harry potter#oneshot
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Can’t Go On Without You By My Side
Summary: You visit your boyfriend of two years on his BAD world tour. The excitement of witnessing him perform live is quickly tainted the moment she walks in.
Pairing: Michael Jackson x Reader
Warnings: SMUT
Requested: no
*Y/N's POV*
Michael and I were finally able to plan for me to visit him on tour. I was lucky enough to get a week and a half off of work and we were determined to make the most of it. Michael had insisted on picking me up from the airport even though he was technically supposed to be at the venue. We arrived about ten minutes after the show was scheduled to begin, but thankfully, no one called us out on it.
I stood off to the side, watching Michael completely own the stage. The way he mastered his onstage persona was breathtaking. His smile was so bright. I took a moment to discreetly admire his outfit, clinging to his body tighter with each passing song.
“He’s sexy, isn’t he?” A breathy voice sounded from beside me, interrupting my silent gawking. I guess I wasn't being as discreet as I thought.
“Um—” I looked to my left, making eye contact with a very tall woman. She was beautiful. A tight black dress clung to her body so tight it almost looked painted on. I know exactly who this is.
“The correct answer is yes. He can do it all, if you know what I mean.” My hands clenched into fists with such force I could feel my rings digging into my skin. “He’s absolutely the sexiest man alive. I’m so exhausted, he kept me up all night this past week. That's not a complaint by the way. He is so worth it.”
I couldn’t put together enough words to form a complete sentence. Quite frankly, all my focus was on holding myself back. I couldn’t catch a case right now. Michael might be cheating on me and this woman is certainly a whore. That was that. I couldn’t change fact. If I went off and beat the living shit out of some groupie it would ruin the rest of my life. I couldn’t let the anger control my behavior. He betrayed me, but I refuse to let him see how much it really broke me.
“I’m so sorry, I get all misty watching him. Don’t we all?” She laughed, squeezing my shoulder, little did she know she was dangerously close to losing those boney little fingers. “My name is Tatiana, and you are?” She held out her hand, batting her eyelashes so hard I thought she’d fly away. At least I hoped she would. Maybe over a large body of water, perhaps shark infested waters.
“Hi, I’m Y/N.” She let out an exaggerated gasp, slapping her palm against her mouth.
“You’re the girlfriend! Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.” She quickly ran off leaving me standing there alone with this feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t describe.
I glanced around the immediate area, seeing no one else near me felt worse somehow. I don't know many people here other than Michael. I became distracted as he sang Rock With You, little did he know he was moments away from getting rocked. Y/N, no, stop. I release the tension in my hands, shaking it off, trying to let go of the violent thoughts swirling in my mind. Besides how therapeutic it was right now, it wasn’t productive. I need some air, a drink, a hitman? No. Air, I need air.
The clicks of my heels echoed through the halls as I headed towards an unknown destination. I'm probably lost, but that’s a problem for future Y/N.
*Michael's POV*
As Rock With You came to an end, I noticed Y/N disappear behind the curtain. Exactly, two songs have gone by since then and still no sign of her. During the brief outfit change after Thriller, before intermission, I notice Greg, my music director mouthing something to me.
"What?" I mouthed back, scratching my forehead. He's terrible at this.
"Your girl." Okay, I got that. I nodded, shrugging slightly as if to say and what about her.
"Mad."
I couldn’t play charades any longer, as the lights dimmed and the band took over the stage I snuck behind the large equipment to get closer to him.
"What happened?"
"I saw Tatiana talking to her. She did not look too happy after that brother."
I nodded slowly, processing his words before walking off. I should be taking advantage of my break, but I couldn’t relax not knowing where my girlfriend was.
“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you. What are you doing all the way back here?”
"Nothing I just needed some air." She said lowly, avoiding my eyes.
"Are you okay?" I moved towards her, cupping her face in my hands. The look in her eyes answering my question, but I wanted to hear it from her.
"Yeah, well, no, but it can wait until after the show."
"Are you sure?" I asked and she nodded in response. "Now, can you please come back with me? I perform better knowing my beautiful woman is watching me."
She accompanied me as I changed into my next outfit. She helped me slip into my coat, but my excitement was short lived, because I could sense her sadness. What is going on?
"I love you, baby." I watched closely as she struggled with her response, she began biting on her bottom lip, her eyes growing glossy. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Her voice cracked and she quickly turned away from me.
"I know you Y/N. You're hurting and I'd like to know what's going on so I can help."
"S—She—" Y/N broke down right, her body was shivering as she tried to compose herself. I felt less than helpless.
"Who?" I tried comforting her, but she brushed me off, moving away from me all together.
A quick knock on the door, signaling that intermission was coming to a close and I needed to get back out there.
"I'll let them know I need more time. I'll be right back."
"No!"
"You're crying. Y/N, baby, I'm not leaving you."
"I'm alright. Please, can we just talk about this later?"
I didn't want to agree, but she wasn't asking, she was practically begging. I intertwined our fingers, keeping her close as I weaved my way through the backstage area.
"Please, stand here and watch the rest of the show. It would mean the world to me." I smiled at her and kissed her temple as I hugged her.
"I'll be right here." She reaffirmed my confidence. Then, she grabbed my collar, pulling me into her lips. Her tongue was pure magic. Normally, I'd be embarrassed about public affection, but with the way I'm feeling, I'd love to feel every inch of her right here, right now. I didn't care who was watching.
She pulled away and I desperately chased her lips as she giggled at my neediness.
"You have to go."
"There is no way I'm leaving your side after that."
"You don't have a choice."
"I will be back. Very, very soon."
*Y/N's POV*
I watched the second half of Michael's concert the way I should've watched the first half. I enjoyed myself dancing and singing along to my man's voice. What Tatiana said hurt me, but I felt so foolish when I thought logically again. Michael isn't that type of person. I didn't need to talk to him about this, because once the anger and hurt wore off I was able to come to a conclusion on my own. She's lying. She has to be.
"You're still here?" This damn witch. "I'd be halfway home by now if I found out my boyfriend stepped out on me."
There was so much I wanted to say, but I chose to let her words go in one ear and out the other. The last thing I want to do is let her know she ever got to me.
"Well, that's my cue. Enjoy the show." She winked, walking pass me and flipping her hair.
I was forced to watch as Tatiana strutted across the stage with my boyfriend chasing after her. This was one of my favorite songs and now I couldn’t even enjoy it. I felt my blood begin to boil as she shamelessly flirted with him in front of the crowd of thousands.
She was getting closer and closer to him. She was doing this on purpose and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Why is this song so long all of the sudden?
"What the hell is she doing?" I heard Frank DiLeo grumble from behind me. I jumped a bit at his tone, but tried to play it off.
"Everything okay?" I asked softy.
"Hey darling, yeah she was supposed— what the hell! Get her off the damn stage! Now!"
I turned my attention back to the stage and I wished more than anything I wouldn’t have done that. I tried to blink as if that would change the view, but it didn’t.
I was stuck in that horrible moment as the worst thing I could imagine was confirmed. I had a front row seat to my own humiliation and I had no idea how to escape.
Before I knew it, she was walking towards me. "So happy you could be here to see what a real power couple looks like." She stopped in front of me, crossing her arms. "Sorry honey, he's moved on to bigger and better things."
I felt my cheeks heat up as I became uncomfortably aware of how many eyes were on us.
"Tatiana, that's enough. Get away from her." Frank shouted, shooing her away like a toddler.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
We stood in silence as Man in the Mirror blasted through the speakers. It wasn't until Michael's long passionate goodbye to his fans, wrapping up the concert that Frank slung his arm around my shoulder.
"Darling, you know she's full of it right?"
"I'm not sure."
"Michael and I have to take care of some business. I won't keep him too long and I'll send him your way after."
I knew that was his way of telling me it was private business that I couldn’t be around for. I hugged him before heading off, I wasn't really sure where I was going, but walking felt better than sitting with my thoughts.
"Baby! I'm so sorry. Frank told me what happened after—"
“I need to get out of here before I do something I regret.” Michael reached out, taking a firm hold of my hand, he pulled me down a short hallway and into his dressing room.
“I’m sorry you had to see that.” He finally spoke, shutting the door behind him.
“You’re sorry I had to see it?”
“Yes.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Y/N—”
“Does that mean you do it often?”
“No, that’s not—”
“You go around kissing other people when I’m not around?”
“Y/N, I’ve never—”
“I know they’re everywhere, throwing themselves at you, but I never thought you let them get to you.”
“Stop!”
“What!”
“I’ve never cheated on you!” He shouted in a tone I had never heard before, the look of pain present in his eyes. Shit.
“That’s not what people are saying.” I muttered, suddenly I felt so guilty.
“People? What people?”
“Who do you think! She said you two—”
“That’s a lie! I only see her during performances. That’s it. Y/N, I would never do that to you.”
“How am I supposed to believe you after that? She kissed you and you let her.”
“No, no, no! I didn’t let her! I wasn’t even paying attention to her. When I’m on stage, I’m there to perform. Why would I spend weeks planning for your visit just to betray you?”
“She was so awful to me, the things she said, then, she went out there and—”
“Got herself fired.”
“Michael, I’m pissed, but I’ll get over it. I don’t want this to affect business. You don’t have to fire her.”
“I already did.”
“Michael—”
“I only want to work with people who respect me and my loved ones. She won’t be missed. I don’t care to have people around me that I can’t trust.”
“I’m sorry I yelled. I’m so sorry I accused you of—” Michael shut me up, gripping my hips, pressing my body against his and kissing me sloppily. His hand claiming a possessive hold of the back of my neck, deepening his touch.
"I love you." he spoke into my mouth, his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. I felt myself tremble as his fingers explored my inner thigh, pushing up my skirt to give himself more access.
"I love you." I said, slipping my fingers around his belt buckle. He smiled knowingly, pushing me back, my ass collided with the counter and I felt myself crumble at his roughness. The cold countertop causing me to let out a moan. He pulled away for a moment, reaching behind me and clearing off the counter in one swift movement. "Such a gentleman." I purred in his ear as he picked me up.
"Only for you." A smirk on his face as the sound of nylon tearing filled my ears. "I love how sexy these look on you. I'll have to replace them." His long fingers slipping pass the freshly shredded fabric of my panties and teasing me one finger at a time. He watched as my head leaned back onto the mirrored wall, he chuckled as I struggled to find something to grab onto.
"Michael!" I was fighting to breath feeling him knuckle deep inside of me, hitting the right spot. "Fuck! Deeper!" I begged for more. Contrary to my needy cries, he pulled back, leaving me feeling empty as he unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground. I took this opportunity to tear his shirt off, throwing it across the room.
Michael pushed my legs apart, admiring how much I yearned for him, he slowly pulled me towards him with a strong grip on my legs. My bare ass slide across the counter painfully slow until I finally felt his hard tip press against my entrance.
"Always so wet and ready for me." He slammed into me, giving me no time to adjust which threw me further over the edge.
"Harder!" I yelled as he pounded into me with such intensity I swear I could feel him rearranging my guts.
"Baby, I want to cum inside of you." His voice smooth, making me even more wet.
"Please!" The walls were shaking as we continued to devour one another.
"You're fucking perfect." He whispered against the bare skin of my chest, I felt him everywhere. My eyes rolled back as his dick massaged all the right places.
Suddenly, the door swung open violently, causing me to panic and try to cover my exposed chest, but Michael stopped me. He grabbed my wrists trapping them behind my back in on of his hands as he increased his speed again. My moans escaped my throat against my will as tears of pleasure rolled down my cheeks. At this point, my entire body was shaking, Michael's tongue rolling against mine elongating my high further.
"What the fuck are you doing!" A voice shouted, causing my head to snap in the direction of its origin. Tatiana.
"You feel so good wrapped around my dick." He declared as he sucked on my neck. It was impossible to concentrate on anything else but his lips. "I'll never get tired of fucking this perfect pussy." Michael didn’t stop. He spoke clearly and confidently as he fucked me with purpose.
"Get the fuck out of here!" Tatiana yelled.
"Y/N!" Michael whimpered, his seed spreading within me, causing my legs to tingle. He gazed deep into my eyes, beads of sweat trailing down his face. "I fucking love you." His hand gently curled around the side of my neck, pulling me back into his sweet mouth.
"What the fuck!" Another shout from the demon herself. I paid it no mind. Looking back at Michael, his long dick still twitching inside of me.
"I love you baby." I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, leaning into his neck to leave my mark. Tatiana stood there staring at us in shock, so naturally I challenged her stare. I waited to see if Michael would break focus, but he didn’t.
“We are busy in here. Close the door on your way out.” Michael said sternly between breaths, not even sparing her a glance.
The door slammed shut seconds later and it was only then that I took the time to look around the dimly lit room. Make-up and personal belongings littered the floor. Various unfamiliar items surrounded us, leading me to believe that I was made apart of one very well thought out, very devious plan and it turned me on.
"Michael?"
"Yes, my love?"
“This isn’t your dressing room, is it?”
“Nope.” He smiled triumphantly, planting tender kisses all over my face.
“You’re so sneaky.”
“You’re my girl. That’s never changing.”
“You quite literally marked your territory.” I giggled as he caressed my collarbone, watching as goosebumps formed.
“Oh, Y/N, baby, I’m just getting started. We’re gonna be here all night.”
“Let’s see what you got rockstar.”
“Baby, don’t make me carry you out on that stage and give those lovely people an encore they’ll never forget.”
“A girl can dream can’t she?”
I winked teasingly as I positioned myself onto my knees, looking up at the man I love, confident I was about to give him the best head of his life.
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30 Day Song(fic) Challenge: Day 29
It's the penultimate day of my Song(fic) Challenge! And today, for once, I'm not even late! The prompt for today was "A song by your favorite artist right now". I don't really feel as though I have a particular favorite right now, so I went with an old standby: dodie. Although she has some absolute bangers with a great deal of emotional storytelling, her song "Air So Sweet", which I've loved since it was just a little demo five years ago, captured the exact peacefulness I needed tonight, for myself and for my writing.
in the light and the air
Game: Tears of the Kingdom, post-game
Pairing: Zelda/Link
Word Count: 1080
Keywords: peaceful, happy ending, domestic bliss
It was an ordinary night. She’d had dozens like it in this summer alone; hundreds over the years since they were finally freed from the pitiless jaws of fate. She would have dozens more before the apples in the trees began to drop, and the nights began to crisp and chill and remind her of the air of her almost-endless flight. And yet, with the earth beneath her hands and the air caressing her hair; the water droplets gracing her still-drying legs and the fire of his presence and skin warming hers…this was all she needed.
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Hateno summers were notoriously long, warm, and sticky. The moisture from the ocean would rise under the heat of the sun, and get pushed inland by the westward-blowing winds. It’d linger, heavy and wet, over the fields, unless a storm swept over the land in its place, and leave the air clear and sparkling after its passage. Even in the evenings, the humidity could linger heavily in one’s lungs, like a breath held so deep it couldn’t be fully expelled.
Zelda often chose to spend these nights outside, as the stars blinked their eyes open above her head, and the moon rose to greet her with cool rays that made her horns shine silver. She would sit on the familiar wooden porch, or take a nude dip in the pond in front of their house, or climb a tree to fulfill that intermittent craving for the sky.
Tonight, she chose to run.
She’d not bothered to put on any shoes on her way out. The thick, scale-lined callouses on the pads of her feet saw to it that very little debris could injure her. Instead, as she dashed up the Firly Plateau back towards their humble home, she could feel every cool tickle of the summer-plush grass beneath her, kissing her heels with each thudding impact upon the welcoming earth. Any twig she landed on snapped cleanly beneath her weight and added delightful percussion to her sprint. The roughness of rocks underfoot only supplemented the symphony of texture.
The night air was so, so still; sweet with the perfume of wildflowers and wetness on her every inhale, and she gulped and gasped for more, eager, eager, eager. She couldn’t get air like this in the heavens she’d flown through for thousands of years, with its preserving, frigid thinness; its presence in the lungs like icy knives of a deathless Death. Only down here, on the surface—as herself—could she inhale pure Life.
She relished in the sensation of her body. The way it felt to run on two legs, with toes instinctively gripping to and pushing off from the earth; with the echo of impact ringing in her knees as they absorbed the pounding of her footsteps; with the call-and-response of the muscles in her left calf stretching and thigh pulling as she bounded forward, followed by the return of the melody in the right. The sinuous swinging of her tail behind her like a metronome. The burn in her diaphragm and lungs at the lack of air even despite how deeply she inhaled. The tightness of her core muscles, held firm to keep her strong. The reaching swing of each arm, and the warm clenching of her fists, each finger nestled in tightly.
It had been years since she’d last had to call upon the golden power of the goddess, although she knew it still coiled deep within her, nesting somewhere in her stomach lining like a divine ulcer. When she ran like this, so in tune with Life that it felt like her very soul was rising from her body to sing with the currents of the air and the beating heart of the earth, she could taste a very different flavor of gold: the pure honey of sunshine, rather than the blood-tang of metal. Something all her own.
She crested the final hill, and the familiar taupe stucco of their house came into view. In the air, she could taste rather than smell the dissipating dregs of smoke from that evening’s cooking fire. From the singular window visible at this angle, a gentle light glowed: one of Zelda’s favorite beeswax candles. And above, the stars, fully fruited in the night sky, washed her in light like the softest of summer rains.
Laughter, breathless and joyous, bubbled up from her chest. It only crescendoed further as she ran straight into the shallows of the pond, feeling the shocking splash of coolness on her shins and spraying all the way up to her torso with the force of her entry. She submerged up to the knee. The water soaked the tea-length, sky-blue skirt of her home-stitched dress, and she didn’t care one jot, letting it swirl around her as she turned to face north, over the glowing windows and darkened fields of the town she called hers.
Little by little, the temperature cooled, and the air lightened as the humidity bedded down for the night. The shadows of the pond’s fish emerged cautiously from the holes they’d fled to at her tumultuous entry, although they gave Zelda a wide berth from where she still stood in the shallows. Sunset fireflies, with their quintessential gold-green hue, gathered in the yard; bioluminescence below to duet with the stars above.
Finally beginning to shiver from the chill, Zelda waded slowly from the pond, and sat in the sweet summer grass. It accepted her form—tail and all—like a hug. She watched the glide of the moon across the sky.
The wooden door swung open behind her and to her right. She could barely feel the impact of his footsteps through the earth, but she could hear the way the grass whispered around his legs as it parted for him like an old friend.
He sat beside her, and the ember-glow of their touching knees sent her soul spinning into the air once more. She lifted one dirt-smudged hand from where it propped her up to rest it atop his own, feeling his fingers staggered between and beneath her own like the interlinked logs of a cabin, shaped and reshaped by their wholehearted efforts until they fit together just right.
It was an ordinary night. She’d had dozens like it in this summer alone; hundreds over the years since they were finally freed from the pitiless jaws of fate. She would have dozens more before the apples in the trees began to drop, and the nights began to crisp and chill and remind her of the air of her almost-endless flight. And yet, with the earth beneath her hands and the air caressing her hair; the water droplets gracing her still-drying legs and the fire of his presence and skin warming hers…this was all she needed.
It was what she had forced herself to survive for, for all those long years, even when it was a distant dream her dragon-self wasn’t even capable of calling up.
And it was what she lived for now, in this life that was, at long last, all their own.
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@disneyanddisneyships AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH
It was one of the nights Mal and Lilly liked the most aside from sleepovers; Karaoke night.
It had been a double date night as well with their significant others, in which they bribed each one of them to come, and though begrudgingly, they obliged.
..it ended up on a competition on who can buy their girlfriends prettier clothes, to who can win them the best prizes at the arcade, who can buy the most extravagant dinner, who can spoil the girls best..
And finally.. who can have the most beautiful couple duet song.
Since Vox had been pretty confident on the other ones, he gulped nervously as he held Mal's hand. He NEVER sang that often.
While Alastor, being a theatre person and Lilly as a choir kid, Al felt like he had the chance.
Mal was Vox's only hope in this.
The ultimillionare had never felt more nervous before,
Especially when Lilly won the rock-papers-sisscors, meaning they were going first.
Mal had already chosen their song.
"Electric Touch by Taylor Swift and Fall Out Boy!" Lilly exclaimed as she clapped. "I love that song!"
Electric touch? Well, Vox didn't have high hopes about himself, but he did know the song. Why? Mal couldn't seem to stop singing it for a full month that one time he sang with her. Word for word.
Mal gave Vox his microphone, squeezing his hand. "It's fine, we got this. I mean, you do know this song."
Vox chuckled. "How could I not? You've been replaying it all the time."
Mal laughs as the music started playing
youtube
Mal took the lead in the first verse.
Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay
Just an hour 'til your car's in the driveway
Just the first time ever hangin' out with you tonight
Lilly cheered on her friend, putting her fist up the air as she did so.
I've got my money on things goin' badly
Got a history of stories ending sadly
Still hoping that the fire won't burn me
Just one time, just one time
Mal smirked, before singing out the chorus.
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
She looked to Vox, who now had his smug smirk back. She leaned in close to him as she sang the next lines.
And I want you now, wanna need you forever
Vox chuckled, before pulling her close from behind.
In the heat of your electric touch
Mal giggled, fully knowing it was Vox's time to sing now.
Lilly watched as eagerly as Alastor did. Wondering what he sounded like singing, because in their time spent together as friends, he never sang.
mmm
Vox hums, looking at Mal.
I've been left in the rain lost and pining
I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying
'Cause every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart, ooh
Lilly was perplexed. He sang good..??
I've gotten used to no one callin' my phone
I've grown accustomed to sleepin' alone
Still, I know that all it takes is to get it right
Just one time..
Mal put the mic close to her lips, before she took his hands in hers, leaning into each other as they sang with a grin on their faces.
Just one time!~
And just then, they made the stage theirs.
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
Vox looked fondly at Mal, who had been carelessly dancing with him before he sang the next lines..
And I want you now, wanna need you forever
In the heat of your electric touch
Lilly bopped her head along with the song, glossing over the fact that Vox COULD sing well, even though it wasn't perfect.
Mal smirked, facing Vox as she took the lead in the bridge, Vox adlibbing as the male voice.
I was thinking just one time (just one time)
Maybe the stars align (just one time)
And maybe I call you mine
And you won't need space
Or string me along while you decide
And just one time (just one time)
Maybe the moment's right (the moment's right)
Lilly grinned at the way Vox was smiling. She' never seen something so genuine in his expression her entire life, and he was having fun.
Because he was with her.
It's 8:05 and I see two headlights
Alastor raised a brow at Vox specifically.
His expression was new..
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Got a feelin' your electric touch (oh)
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
Vox pulled her by the hand, and he wrapped his arms around her as she sang.
And I want you now, wanna need you forever
In the heat of your electric touch,
mmm
The song ended, and Mal got off of Vox, clapping, still high from the adrenaline rush the moment gave them both.
"Didn't know you could sing, Vox!" Lilly chuckles.
"He's a great singer, though!" Mal complimented, sitting beside Lilly as Vox did the same with her.
"Didn't think so! Mal saved your performance! My ears almost bled at your verse!" Alastor joked, in attempt to piss Vox off.
"Fuck off!" Vox responds, his genuine smile turning into a harsh glare.
Alastor only chuckled at his reply.
Lilly and Mal looked at each other, shaking their heads before Lilly stood up to pick her and Al's song.
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there's this little actress inside my chest.
there's this little actress inside my chest.
she terrifies me.
she whispers stories to the vacancy of my ribs and makes sure it reaches my noise-deaf head, and so i daydream. of lives and places i don't know. of names and faces i don't have. of smiles and tears i don't shed. i don't share.
this little actress, she goes around rampant, as if the darkness is a stage and the cracks allow some light for her to be the main character - they don't. it's pitch black, and she trips and falls and gets bruises from spinning mindlessly around.
she aches.
then, she creates another story.
she dances again. but my breaths are tired, and she doesn't care - she takes the sighs as swift breeze, as fresh air that allow her to imagine the coast, the mountains, the groves.
this little actress, she fabulates. she puts herself into the worlds i have loved to read about, to hear about, to sing about, once upon a time, and she pretends she lives there. she gives herself a name. she gives herself a face. she gives herself a chance.
she feels.
the storylines are blurry, and they don't follow logic or reason or canon. the storylines are faulty, sometimes brilliant, often sadder than they should be. the storylines keep repeating themselves, as if the scene she had created wasn't portrayed as it should.
the storylines never end. never cease. never stay the same.
this little actress, she moves too much. she makes too much noise. she asks too many questions. she laughs loud enough that the sound bursts through my tight-shut lips. she screams strong enough that it moves my tight-shut fists. she cries pain enough that it drowns my tight-shut fears.
she kicks my ribs, and then pretends it was an accident. she hums my favorite songs, and then invents that she was radio-silent. she dances until there are bruises all over my legs and hips, and then says i just didn't pay attention.
this little actress, she's a storyteller. she's nonsensical, annoying, a hell of a liar. she's an idiot, an ignorant, the worst-ever friend. she's an impostor, a pretender, my worst nightmare.
she's running, right now, inside of my chest. under my heart, and throwing her hands in the air just to hit it. she's screaming right now, and pretending to have another name - she's pretending to be loved, and to be held, and to be seen.
i cry.
i'm crying.
because this little actress is braver than i am.
she's a pretender, an impostor, an actress - she creates her truths because she doesn't have one. i'm her muse, her inspiration, her allegory; i'm all the truths she sees and acts and stumbles upon.
she dares to live her truth.
and i'll keep lying.
there's this little actress inside my chest.
i desperately wish she would retire.
she's playing a part again.
i wish even more she was a liar.
#i should be asleep#instead i'm writing dumb shit#i'm tired it doesn't make sense and i'm crying#i don't know why i'm crying#i don't know why i'm writing#i don't know why i'm breathing#or using these breaths to write dumb shit on tumblr#my writing#i guess#poetry#perhaps#because poetry is dumb#and so am i
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hola! I saw that your request were open and if you’re open to smut you could give this a go :) top!fem!reader x bottom!wanda, or natasha I don’t mind, where they hate us because they find us attractive.. when Carol comes down to meet us as since r is new she gets a little touchy and flirty with r, Wanda (or Nat) not looking this starts an argument with us once carols gone and r connect the dots, smut containing needy and whiny Wanda/Nat. Thank you :))
Annoyingly Attractive
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader
Summary: Sometimes the hate has an ulterior motive. Sometimes you have to fuck it out of someone.
(18+) Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Bottom!Nat, Top!Reader, Slight choking, Fingering (Nat receiving), Strap-on use (Nat receiving)
Words: 12k+
A/N: It was my first time writing smut, so I'm sorry in advance if it's shitty. But I hope you'll like it and won't be disappointed:) Thank you for your request, love! Have a nice day/night :)
It was just another day at the Avengers compound. Rays of the sun peeking from the horizon and sneaking through the curtains woke the superheroes up on a peaceful morning.
Birds sang songs, flying around and being free, piercing through the air as everyone was gathered in the living area of the compound.
Today, almost everyone on the team had a day off and they wanted to relax at least once and not be bothered by tons of documents that needed to be filled in as fast as possible, cause the deadline was closer with each day, monthly meetings at SHIELD with Fury that drained them and were boring as fuck, but they had to attend them.
Or mission briefs, debriefs, and being in action itself, which made them exhausted and they never had any energy to do anything else after that. When they got injured it was only worse. They had to stay in a medical bay for days and wait until a doctor would let them leave. They never had time to just sit and let themselves relish in a normal day.
Like now. Everyone was scattered around the place, doing their own things. Most of them were lying on the couches with their eyes closed, some of them with arms placed over them.
Others were reading books that they got behind with because of the chaotic life they have. Now, they had an opportunity to do what they liked and let themselves get lost in the stories.
Some of them played different games or sat in the kitchen and talked, munching on their breakfast.
The whole compound was engulfed in silence and a peaceful atmosphere that let them finally rest.
“What the fuck did you think?!” A loud yell was heard from behind the doors and spread throughout the room.
Everyone groaned at the sound knowing that their free relaxation day was about to come to an end. So much for a peaceful morning.
A very loud thud was heard next, but nobody even bothered to look up, trying to get as much of their precious free time as they could before the chaos would ruin it completely.
“Stop walking away, you fucking idiot.” With that sentence, the doors opened revealing you wearing a bored expression.
You casually walked towards the small island that held a bowl with cleaned fruits and took an apple before biting it. As you started walking up to the couches a certain redheaded woman powerfully marched into the room.
Her expression and body language were slightly different from yours. Slightly.
Fists clenched on her sides so tight that her knuckles were white with her feet heavily stomping on the ground like she wanted to make a hole in it.
Her face was puckered so much that her cheeks could burst, face red from anger that was written all over it. Jaw locked in place in a way that it could break at any moment, eyebrows furrowed in rage and a dangerous look in her eyes.
Look that could kill. And was directed right at you.
“L/n, I swear to God.” Natasha said again, making some members of the team sigh.
She walked further into the room as you sat down beside Steve who was entranced by his book. “What you have there?” You asked him, leaning over to read some before leaning down to look at the cover.
Steve tore his eyes away from the book and smiled at you, turning the thing to the side, so you could see the title. “Aaah. I see you finally started Harry Potter. Nice.” You told him with a grin and his smile widened before he got back to reading.
As you leaned back on the couch and were about to take another bite of your apple, someone took it from your hand. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked behind you to see the redhead with your snack in her hand.
She was in full rage and was tightly squeezing your fruit. “Hey, don’t be aggressive with my food.” You said as you looked at the poor thing.
Her jaw clenched tighter and the next second your apple landed on your forehead, making you close your eyes. “What the fuck did you do? Did you even think before doing anything?” She said angrily, glaring at you all the time.
You just picked up your apple from the couch and looked over it. It was clean, so you shrugged and took a bite, ignoring Natasha.
A loud groan was heard from behind you and the redhead went around the couch to stand in front of you as you started watching whatever Pietro was watching on the TV.
She put her hands on her hips and jotted out one of them. “You acting like I’m not here won’t work.” She said completely covering your view of the screen with her body.
Scrunching up your nose, you were still eating your apple while leaning to the side to catch the tiniest glimpse of what was happening in the movie, not being interested in what Natasha was saying at all.
Tony smiled at your actions trying to hold in his laughter but Pepper slapped his arm, making him hold up his hands in defense and stop.
“Could you be more childish?” Natasha asked rhetorically while moving her hands from her hips and crossing them across her chest. “Stop avoiding the conversation, dipshit. You are fucking reckless.”
You looked to the side, trying to catch Pietro’s eyes. “Speedy, what is happening on the screen?” You asked your friend. If you couldn’t see it, you would at least hear about it.
Pietro chuckled at your attempts to avoid Natasha at all costs. “Well, now they are walki-”
“Are you kidding me?” Natasha asked in disbelief, cutting the man off and throwing a look in his direction that made him clear his throat and stop talking.
You looked at her almost offended. “Why would you interrupt my friend like this?” You asked, pinching your eyebrows together.
Natasha’s gaze fell on you again as her fists tightened. “That’s it. You fucking assh-”
“Okay!” Steve exclaimed loudly, holding up his hand while he closed his book using the other one before putting the thing on the coffee table in front of you two. “You.” He said pointing at Natasha. “Need to calm down.”
“But-” Natasha tried to protest, but once again was cut off.
“Calm down.” He said again in a quiet voice but with a slightly authoritative tone.
You held up your fruit and stared at it. “Yeah, darling. Calm down.” You chimed in earning a snicker from Tony who winced the next second as the slap from Pepper was delivered to his arm.
“And you.” Steve directed his finger at you with his eyebrows being raised.
You looked at him confused, clutching your fruit to your chest. “What me?” You asked with your eyebrows furrowed. He had no reason to point at you like this.
He kept staring at you and moved his hand up and down. “You need to stop ignoring what she says on your missions-” You started opening your mouth to retort back. “And after them as well. You can’t be this ignorant, Y/n.” He ended his sentence, putting his hand to his side.
“Excuse you. First of all, I am not ignorant.” You said earning a look from Steve and daggers from Natasha that you ignored. “And second of all.” You stopped for dramatics, pursing your lips out and shaking your head. “Not you betraying me like this.” You said in a sad tone, moving your eyes to your apple again.
Steve sighed rolling his eyes as his hands went to his hips. “Y/n, be serious, please.”
“I am. Now that this is settled, let me watch this movie.” You said, leaning back and getting comfortable on the couch.
Natasha squinted her eyes at you and looked at you with so much annoyance in them. “What is settled? We haven’t settled anything, yet.” She said with a hard glare directed at you.
“I think we have.” You said, putting your legs on the coffee table, but Natasha harshly pushed them, making them fall and causing your mouth to hang open at her action.
She looked at you like she genuinely wanted to kill you. “You are fucking anno-” The redhead started saying, gritting her teeth.
“Okay.” Steve said, holding up his hands. “What happened?”
“Nothing happened. She’s just exaggerating.” You said nonchalantly, tiredly throwing your head back on the top of the couch with a sigh.
The look that she gave you screamed ‘murder’. It was full of flames and you were certain that if she had Wanda’s powers, you already would be out of the window.
She then turned to Steve and looked at him seriously. “Our targets spotted us-”
“Her.” You corrected, earning another glare from the redhead and a sigh from Steve.
“And started running away. We needed transport and she pointed a gun at a guy who was getting in his car.” Natasha ended her speech as Steve looked at you disapprovingly.
You just shrugged at what she said. “It was a good plan.” You replied, making Sam and Bucky agree with a slight tilt of their heads.
“The safety on your gun wasn’t on.” She said the words slowly and loudly, like she wanted them to get trapped in your mind, so you wouldn’t be able to forget.
“Okay, but it was efficient.” You said as you sat straighter and kept your eyes on Natasha. “And I didn't know it wasn’t on.” You mumbled under your nose as you focused your eyes on a random spot on the floor.
Natasha threw her hands up in the air and let them fall, slapping her legs in the process as she turned her head to the side and rolled her eyes. “And it makes it better?” She asked, not wanting to get an answer to this.
“Kinda?” But she got it anyway, making her more annoyed.
She leaned her body in your direction as she lowered it a little and pointed at you. “You don’t think before doing something. You put people’s lives in danger because of your stupidity.” She ranted at you as she aggressively poked her finger in the air.
“Like you are smart, Miss ‘our targets spotted me’” You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest.
Natasha’s lips parted at your accusation and straightened up her posture. “At least I didn’t aim at the civilian.” She said back, making you squint your eyes at her.
“I wouldn’t have to do that if you weren’t spotted.” You emphasized the last word, quickly raising your eyebrows for a second in a daring manner.
The redhead gasped a little as she folded her arms under her breasts as well. Steve just closed his eyes and shook his head before bending down to pick up his book.
He waved with the thing in the direction of the doors while looking at the rest of the team. “Just... Let them do it on their own.” He said defeated and started walking away from the two of you with the people following him.
Some of them had small smiles on their faces as they looked at the two of you, enjoying the show.
The two of you ignored them as you were currently engrossed in a staring contest. “You didn’t have to threaten a guy with a gun!” Natasha said loudly, waving her arms in the air.
“He shat in his pants and we got transport. It’s a win in my books.” You said back while you stood up from the couch.
“It’s not a fucking win. What if you shot, huh?” She asked confidently, trying to get her point across.
You paused for a moment with your response before you met her eyes again. “Well, I didn’t. So calm your tits down. I’m going for a shower, not goodbye.” You said, turning around and raising your hand above your head, waving it at the redhead.
“Get your ass back here. We’re not done.” She shouted after you, irritated with your behavior and ignorance of the situation. But mostly she was angry that you didn’t give a fuck about what she was saying.
You just kept walking to the exit, not paying attention to her. “Yeah, yeah. See you, hopefully, not soon.” She heard you saying and let out a loud groan.
She felt like punching something, maybe you, but she just kicked the couch and sighed heavily.
“I have a feeling you won’t win with this one.” Wanda said chuckling as she came up to the redhead and patted her on her shoulder. “Better go change and take a shower, we have team training in an hour.”
Natasha closed her eyes and nodded her head. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks for reminding me.” The redhead replied gratefully.
The witch smiled at her friend and two women started making their way out of the living room and to their respective destinations.
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After you left fuming Natasha in the living room, you tiredly went to your bedroom and got in the shower to wash all the exhaustion from the morning events before plopping down on your bed. This mission was supposed to be fast and easy, but because of one little mistake, you had to fucking run.
Constant arguing with the redhead during it hadn’t helped as well, but you wouldn’t follow blindly every little thing she told you to do. That was why you two should never be paired up. She had her vision of the mission while you had your own too.
None of you was willing to back down and give the approval to the other. And she always criticized you for everything, even the tiniest thing that barely had any impact on the situation.
She’d hated you ever since you joined the team, which wasn’t that long ago, but still. You felt like she chose to despise you the very second you walked through the doors with Fury. Like she didn’t even give you a chance of showing who you were.
And now, she just got another thing to blame and scold you for, pointing out how ‘irresponsible’ you were. In all honesty, you knew it was wrong, but the gun was the first thing you’d thought about, even more so when you’d already held it in your hand. And you were sure that the safety was on.
Maybe you were a little reckless, but she wasn’t better. You wouldn’t get in any problematic mess if she just stopped lecturing you for a second.
The targets spotted her, cause she wasn’t paying enough attention to them. Instead, she was reprimanding you through the comms when you started flirting with the waitress.
The girl just came up to you and was the one who started it. You just went along with it, trying to keep up the act of a normal civilian on a normal day.
But according to Natasha, your stupid mouth would get you both in trouble and mess up the mission. And that you couldn't live with a day of not flirting with someone.
Well, her mouth and unnecessary irritation with you caused the mission to go to shit. Because of her getting distracted you had to run after those idiots.
Who normal runs in the morning? You never understood it and never wanted to try it out. But life decided to change your plans and made you try new things. How sweet.
As you were lying on your stomach on your bed now, you heard a knock on your door, but you didn't have enough strength to get up.
Still, the person welcomed themselves in and opened the door before stepping into your bedroom and walking up to your bed.
It was silent for a while and you kept your eyes closed, thinking that maybe they would go away.
Not long later, you felt a stinging pain on your forehead, making your hand fly there and immediately open your eyes to glare at the person.
“Don’t fucking flick me, you dipshit.” You said, rubbing your skin as Pietro laughed at you.
“We have team training, so get up.” He said and went to your closet to pick you the gym clothes.
You groaned loudly, letting yourself fall on the bed with your head facing the ceiling. “I don’t wanna.” You grumbled with a pout like a kid.
In your opinion, you already had training today when you had to run. You didn’t need any more of this.
Pietro was going through your clothes as you fought against yourself to get up. “You have to. We ditched the last one.” He replied, taking a black tank top and black basketball shorts.
You huffed out a tired breath as you lay flat on your back with your arms and legs sprawled across your bed. “Can’t we ditch this one as well?” You asked with hopeful eyes, turning your head to look at your friend.
The silver-haired man turned around, taking a look over the clothes he chose before moving his eyes to you. “No.” He said shortly and threw the clothes in your direction.
You closed your eyes as the things landed on your face, still not moving an inch. The only thing you did was breathe tiredly.
You groaned to yourself again while reaching up with your hand to take the tank top and shorts away from your face. “Stupid shit.” You mumbled to yourself, sitting up on your bed.
“Go change. We start in 5.” He said gesturing with his hands to your bathroom.
Sighing heavily, you rolled out of the bed and stood up before slowly dragging your feet to the place he pointed.
You closed your door and lazily took of your t-shirt and sweatpants before replacing them with a black tank top and black basketball shorts.
You turned to the mirror and grabbed the hairband, then raised your hands to tie your hair in a ponytail, getting rid of the irritating strands that would get in your face while training.
Dropping your hands to your sides you exhaled heavily before turning around and walking out of the bathroom. “Okay, we can go.” You told Pietro who was leaning on your desk with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for you.
He smiled at you, standing up to his full height. “Move your ass then.” He said and started walking to the door.
You followed him and the two of you quickly got in the elevator, pressing the button for the gym floor. “What are we doing today?”
“Just sparring. Steve said that we wouldn’t do much since it was supposed to be our day off.” Pietro replied as he looked up at the ceiling.
You tilted your head a little and shrugged. “Not that bad.” You said back, making your friend nod in agreement.
Normally, the team training was long and exhausting. Steve always wanted everyone to push their limits while creating better cooperation between the members of the team.
It was always a hard time, intense exercises that tired every little muscle in everyone’s body, and Steve never let anyone leave unless there was sweat all over their face.
Sometimes it felt like hell and all you wanted to do was kick his annoying old ass, but you knew he wanted to help. Tho, not every team training was so ‘pleasant’.
When you got paired up with Natasha it wasn’t sparring anymore. It was life-death fights. At least it looked like this when the redhead had pure anger swirling in her eyes and the way she always lunged at you didn’t exactly look like a friendly fighting match.
You honestly didn’t know what her problem was, but you responded in the same way, not letting get her the upper hand at anything that involved you two at the same time. It only annoyed her more and you loved it.
The elevator dinged coming to a stop before the doors slid open, letting you and Pietro exit it and go straight to the gym.
“Don’t kill each other, please.” He said, arching his body a little and leaning his head in your direction with a tight-lipped smile.
You puckered your lips like you were thinking about it before clasping your hands together. “No promises.” You said smiling back at your friend.
He just shook his head with a chuckle not stopping his walk and opened the door to the gym.
When the two of you walked in everyone was already there, scattered all over the room. At the sound of the door opening, every single head turned in its direction.
Most of the team just stopped their conversations and stretching, letting out sighs, Steve smiled widely at the sight of you and you reciprocated the gesture.
But of course, the one and only Natasha Romanoff rolled her eyes when she saw you and got back to her talk with Wanda and a blonde you hadn’t seen before.
You took a look over the new woman in the room as you started walking up to Steve and Bucky. “Hello, bitches.” You greeted them both with arms wide open and a huge smile.
Steve only looked at you in a disapproving way, showing that the choice of your words wasn’t the best one. “For Gosh’s sake, watch your language, Y/n.” You heard Tony call out from not far away from you.
He stood with Pietro and Sam, looking at you with a teasing grin that you returned. “Aye aye, Captain.” You said back, making Steve sigh and look down as he shook his head.
Bucky chuckled a little, patting him on the arm. “Okay. Let’s start with the training.” Steve said out loud so everybody could hear him, turning his head around to catch the sight of everyone.
Then he turned to you again. “I want you to meet someone.” He said before moving his head in the direction of three women and looking at the blonde one you didn’t know. “Carol, can you please come here?”
The blonde girl started making her way in your direction after she gave Wanda and Nat one last smile and told them something to which they smiled back.
She came to a stop next to Steve who gave her a grin and gestured with one hand to you and the other to the woman. “Y/n, this is Carol Danvers, Carol, this is Y/n L/n.” Steve introduced you two to each other.
Both of you extended hands and shook them. “Nice to meet you.” You told her with a soft smile plastered on your face.
Carol gave you the same one in return. “You as well, Y/n.” She said back, and as you both were taking your hands away her touch lingered a little.
Steve looked between the both of you clasping his hands. “I want you both to spar together today. It’ll be a nice challenge for both of you and you’ll finally get to know each other.” He said and patted you on your shoulder while walking past you.
Bucky saluted to you in a joking manner and Carol chuckled when you did the same. “So, do you want to play a little?” The blonde asked with a teasing smile on her face.
“Let’s play.” You replied, causing another wave of giggles to pass her lips as both of you went to the mats.
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A thud spread throughout the whole room as the blonde’s back connected with the mat again. A groan left her mouth as her eyes closed with her hands going up to her hair to run through them after you let go of her.
Still staying in your position between her legs you stared at the woman below you with a cocky smirk. “How are you feeling down there?” You asked teasingly, hands on each side of her torso to keep yourself up.
Carol chuckled at your attempts to taunt her a little and stopped moving her hands, keeping them on her temples. “I’m feeling amazing.” She replied after she opened her eyes. A smirk of her own made its way on her face. “Especially with you in this position.”
You raised your eyebrow at her words, but they didn’t even shock you. The two of you had been saying stuff like this during your training session all the time. But the clear innuendo in this one made your smirk widen.
You leaned in a little closer to the blonde’s face, still leaving a good distance, but surely invading her personal space. “I know some other place where I could be in this position.” You replied in a low voice as Carol put her hands on yours that were flat on the floor. “We would have much more fun there.”
A loud thud was heard, causing you to raise yourself from the woman. She lifted her head and both of you looked to your sides to be met with groaning Clint lying on the mat.
His eyes were tightly closed with him rolling on his side and his hand went to his back to hold it. A heavy sigh left his lips and his face became one full of pain.
You raised your eyebrows at the sight before your eyes caught the redhead that was standing above him. You could see her jaw locked in one place as her eyes were shooting death glares wherever she looked.
She was fuming, there was almost steam coming out of her ears at how angry she looked at this moment. Her gaze met yours and you saw her eyes trail down for a second before she rolled them and huffed to herself.
Turning around she told something to Clint when he rolled on his back and stared up at her. You could see her fists clench at whatever he replied with.
What was going on, you had no idea. But it was weird for Nat to be this violent with anyone else but you. She always was careful when it came to training with your teammates and she always made sure that they were alright.
So her throwing her best friend on the mat like a rag doll and letting him be writhing in pain like this was very unusual.
You looked down at the blonde that was lying under you at the same time that she turned her head to meet your eyes. You stared at her and blinked a couple of times in pure confusion.
“Do they know it’s only sparring?” Carol asked giggling and you couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped your lips.
You shook your head and leaned back on your calves, letting the woman raise her upper body and support herself with her hands. “I don’t know. But every one of my sparring matches with Nat is even worse than this.” You told her, making her laugh lightly at your words.
You slowly stood up, dusting off your shorts. You extended your hand for Carol to take it and she did it with a grateful smile on her face.
Lifting her, you used a little too much strength and caused the blonde to bolt up. “Wow.” She yelped out as she collapsed on your body and her free hand flew to your arm to keep her steady.
You chuckled at her reaction while looking down at her face. “Didn’t expect such a boost?” You asked playfully with a smirk.
“No. But I expect something much better at that place you mentioned.” She replied patting your shoulder with a smile and a slightly raised eyebrow.
You two laughed a little as you stood very close to each other, bodies practically touching while your eyes were focused on the other pair.
“How is training going?” You heard Steve asking, making you and Carol break your eye contact and look at the man.
Carol gave him a toothy grin showing her pearly white teeth as she shifted a little and got closer to you. “It’s going great. I think I won’t be able to train with anybody else after today.” She said as she glanced at you with happiness swirling in her eyes.
Steve grinned widely at her words and held his hands up with palms facing the ceiling. “I’m glad you liked each other.” At his words, you smirked and winked at Carol who let out a chuckle at your actions.
“And considering how well you already work together and how you get along, I think making you permanent sparring partners wouldn’t be a bad idea.” Steve continued, but a loud wince and then groan that followed it made the three of you turn your heads to the source of the sound.
Steve raised his eyebrows seeing as Clint was bent down with his arm around his stomach, head hanging down with his mouth wide open.
You saw him blinking either out of surprise or shock, or maybe something else, who knows. The only thing you were sure of was that he was in pain and probably regretted showing up at training today.
“Uuh.” Steve let out as he raised his hand a little and looked at you and Carol with a puzzled look. “Guys, tone it down a little. We don’t fight for real.” He called out to the redhead and a man who was trying to regain his composure.
Natasha only put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes again, grumbling something under her nose while Clint was still facing the ground and clutching his stomach, managing to only hold up his free hand and give Steve a thumbs up.
“Did they argue or something?” Steve asked with furrowed eyebrows as he looked back at the two of you.
You and Carol looked at each other before shrugging. “I don’t think so, but who knows. Maybe Nat just has a bad day.” You said raising your eyebrows while tugging the corners of your lips down in a way that showed you had no idea about the situation.
“Yeah, I wonder why.” Steve said with a tight-lipped smile, pushing his lips to the corners.
You squinted your eyes at him and your mouth fell open. “What are you implying, Steven?” You asked as you blinked at him twice.
Carol chuckled at your interaction and Steve smiled shaking his head. “Nothing at all. Go back to your thing.” He said gesturing to the mat while walking backward and turning away from you.
“You heard him?” You asked Carol in a faux seriousness, pointing with your thumb at your blonde friend with your raised eyebrow. “The audacity.” You said playfully, making her giggle again.
“How could he? Accusing you like this.” Carol said with a shake of her head while looking ahead before putting her hands on her hips and moving her eyes to you. “Do you want me to kick his ass?”
You let out a long sigh as you nodded. “Oh, yes. America’s ass got a little bit too sassy. Put him in his righteous place, ma’am.” You replied putting your hands on your hips and nodded confidently.
Carol laughed at what you said, making you do the same as her hand landed on your biceps.
You only met her maybe an hour ago, but you really enjoyed her company.
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Unlike someone who burned holes in your and Carol’s heads with the intensity of her stares. Green eyes had been focused only on the two of you ever since the training started.
The face of the owner was the same fiery red color as her hair, everything thanks to pure rage that was filling her body more with every second.
As the redheaded beauty glanced in your direction again she saw red at how close you and Carol were standing next to each other. Her jaw tightened at the sight and her nostrils flared in anger.
Clint swung his fist at her which she grabbed and twisted to the side, making the archer let out a groan, but he turned around trying to elbow her with the other arm.
However, Nat’s current state helped her with fighting today, and every little stupid laugh of yours or Carol’s she heard only spurred her on.
She let go of his arm and grabbed the other with two of her hands, and as his back was facing her she quickly turned around to mimic his position before forcefully pulling on his arm while she bent down and flung him over her shoulder.
The blonde man grunted landing on his back again, arching it in pain with wide eyes. He tiredly lay down and breathed heavily. “Can you-” He let out but paused to catch his breath. “Can you be less harsh, please?” He panted out, slowly moving to the sitting position.
He leaned back on his arm with his one leg bent while Natasha glanced at you again before she turned to Clint with a sarcastic smile. “Why? Can’t take a little bit of beating?”
“Can’t take your jealousy that you can’t contain in your small body.” He grumbled as he was standing up. “It’s flooding out of you like a river and I’m the victim, even though I didn’t do anything.”
Natasha scoffed at his words while he arched his back with his eyes closed and a few bones cracked because of the action. “I’m not jealous. It’s not my fault you can’t keep up with the fight.”
The archer let a tired sigh pass his lips as he looked at Natasha unconvinced. “Are you sure it’s not because your not-girlfriend girlfriend gives her whole attention to a certain hot blon-” His sentence was cut off as another strong punch was delivered to his stomach.
He gasped loudly, not expecting this at all as he slowly sank to his knees and lay on his back one more time. Natasha just stared down at her best friend with a look that told him he could’ve shut up.
At this moment he understood his mistake and regretted it with everything in him. It would be enough training for him today.
Everyone in the room looked at Natasha and lying Clint on the ground. Some with raised eyebrows and blinking slowly, others with questioning looks and mouths slightly opened.
Natasha just shrugged at their stares, but when she turned to you again, she saw that you didn’t pay her any mind at all. You were too engrossed in your oh-so-interesting conversation that was full of laughter with Carol.
Natasha almost growled under her breath, making Clint look at her in fear. She didn’t like what she was seeing at all.
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You heard a loud gasp and saw Clint getting on his knees with his mouth wide open. Your eyes widened slightly and eyebrows raised at this. She really had a bad day today.
“Whatever pissed her off, better watch your back today.” You told Carol as she watched Clint currently lying on the ground.
Carol pressed her lips together and turned her head to you nodding. “Yeah, I think you’re right. I’ve never seen her this angry.” The blonde admitted with a wave of her hand.
“Poor Clint will be trapped in the med bay if it keeps going like this.” You said turning back to the mat as Carol laughed lightly and followed you.
“Couldn’t be more true.” She replied between her giggles. She stood in front of you and got in her fighting stance. “Ready for another round?”
You grinned teasingly at her as you lifted your hands. “What kind of round do you have in mind?” You asked flirtatiously, making the blonde smirk.
“Whatever kind you want.” She said smiling sweetly before she swung at you with her arm.
You quickly ducked her punch and moved to the side before going to the floor and trying to sweep her legs. However, the blonde took notice of it and jumped a little to avoid your attack as you stood up at the speed of light.
Carol started throwing punches at you and suddenly turned around sending a kick in your way. Your reflexes let you grab her leg and pull on it a little to disturb her balance.
It worked but not how you wanted. Carol used all her force to pull her leg toward her before pushing it with the same strength in you. When it connected with your sternum you gasped and let go of her.
You composed yourself pretty fast, just in time to see another advance from Carol. She ran at you and you moved to the side grabbing her arm and tripping her leg. “Wow.” She yelped with widened eyes as she lost her balance.
She quickly grabbed your arm while she was falling forward. It wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t slip. Both of you tried to catch your stances, but it was for nothing, cause the next second you started falling on the ground.
You harshly landed on your back and the next second Carol’s body collapsed on yours, making you huff out a huge breath. Your eyes widened at the impact and a wince left your mouth.
The blonde that was now on top of you, straddling you with her legs and her head on your shoulder, groaned loudly with her eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck.” She said in a pained tone.
After a second she lifted her head and looked at you with a tired face and her mouth hung open.
Both of you just stared at each other, trying to wrap your heads around what happened. Carol blew out some air to get rid of the hair that fell on her face. “I guess it’s a win for me this time.” She said slightly panting.
The second full of silence passed before both of you burst out in laughter. Carol’s eyes closed with a huge grin on her face that showed her pearly white teeth as her forehead connected with your shoulder.
A loud bang broke the two of you from your little accident just to see Natasha storming out of the room. Getting to the door, she opened them and left before slamming the door with mighty strength.
Everyone looked in the same direction before moving their gazes to Clint who was standing in one place, looking like he tried to analyze the situation.
Steve cleared his throat before awkwardly smiling. “Guess it’s over for today. Thank you, everyone.” He said and people started slowly making their way to the benches with slightly shocked and confused faces.
Carol turned to you and raised her eyebrows. “Well, I won’t forget this fall for sure.” She said and gave you a tight-lipped smile, pushing the corners of her mouth to her cheeks.
You laughed at her lightly and nodded in agreement. “Yeah. And we will definitely feel this in the morning.” You replied, causing her to giggle.
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After leaving the gym and taking a quick shower for the second time today, you changed into some more comfortable clothes before going out of your room and to the kitchen.
As you were walking in its direction you spotted the blonde woman you met today. “Hello, ma’am.” You said jokingly when she caught up to you and grinned widely.
“Hello, yourself.” She greeted back. “Hungry?” She asked to which you nodded. “Me too. I’m actually starving.” She said, dramatically holding her stomach.
Both of you chuckled at this as you entered the kitchen and spotted there Wanda and Nat who were sitting at the island. “Hello, ladies.” You greeted both as you slowly made your way to the basket with small snacks.
“Hello to you too.” Wanda said with a smile while Natasha stayed silent.
The redhead was eating an energy bar and was glancing at you and Carol as the latter was coming up to you. “Do you have something interesting there?” The blonde asked as she stood next to you.
You smiled cheekily at her. “Yes, me.” You said, causing the fit of giggles to pass her lips. “But no, there is nothing good.” You added, looking at the things in a basket.
Carol groaned as she stretched her arms a little. “I would kill for a pizza.” She said, looking up at the ceiling.
You chuckled as she let her shoulders sag with a heavy sigh. “Are you tired, Miss Danvers?” You asked teasingly, leaning your body on the kitchen counter.
Carol huffed playfully, putting her arm on the marble to lean on it. “Yeah, well, you tired me out. I didn’t expect you to be so good at fighting.” She said seriously. “It makes me curious about your other amazing skills.” She added with a smirk as she took a small step toward you.
“I have some tricks up my sleeve.” You replied, shrugging your shoulders in nonchalance, mirroring her position.
She pressed her lips together before turning them into a smile. “I think I like training more now.” She said with the tiniest bit of teasing in her voice. “It never felt as good as with you.”
“Then I can’t wait for another session, partner.” You said with a wide grin as you looked at the blonde.
Carol smirked at your words and leaned in, exposing more of her chest to you. “We can always do some private training sessions.” She said in a sultry tone. “So, maybe next time I’m under you it can be somewhere softer.” She said as she put her hand on your arm and trailed the fingers along it.
“I see you’re really eager to end up under me again.” You replied looking into her eyes and you saw how they sparkled.
Her smirk widened and she stepped closer to you, leaving almost no space between your bodies. “Well, we can always try out other positions. I’m not saying no.” She said seductively while her fingertips slowly ran up your arm.
At this moment, you thought you couldn’t be happier about meeting this woman. But what you failed to notice was a wary glance that Wanda threw Nat when the redhead tightened her hand around her water bottle.
As you were about to reply, Sam walked to the kitchen with a smile on his face.
“Everybody is going out to eat something. You guys wanna go with us?” Sam asked pointing with his thumb over his shoulder.
The man looked at you, waiting for an answer, and eyeing how close you and Carol were standing to each other as you gave him an apologetic smile. “I can’t. I need to fill in some documents for Fury regarding me being an Avenger.” You told him and he wanted to say something but decided against it and nodded understandingly.
“I’m gonna go, I was about to eat anyway.” Wanda said standing up from her seat.
Carol had a thoughtful expression on her face before looking at Sam. “I’ll go too. I don’t have much to do, so why not. And I want that pizza.” She said, making you laugh a little as she stepped away from you slowly heading to the exit while Sam nodded at both women.
“Okay, take what you need and meet us in 5 in the lobby.” Sam said before he smiled at you and Nat one last time and left.
Carol turned to you with a grin. “Do you want me to take you something to eat?” She asked nicely before her tone turned into a teasing one. “Or am I enough?” She added with a smirk.
You shook your head a little with a smile plastered on your face. “I think I’ll be okay with Danvers snack.” You said back, making Carol’s smirk turn into a toothy grin as a giggle escaped her lips.
Wanda glanced at Natasha again and if you'd done the same, you would’ve seen how her jaw tightened along with her fist. The water bottle she was clutching barely looked like a bottle at this point.
Carol started walking backward to the exit with Wanda waiting for her. “I’ll keep you to that.” She said pointing her finger at you. “See you guys later.” She said looking at you and then Natasha who gave her a tight-lipped smile.
The two women disappeared around a corner and you opened the fridge to find something to eat before you had to go and got to the paperwork you had to do.
“Couldn’t you be more obvious?” You heard Natasha say behind you. You glanced at her raising an eyebrow before going back to rummaging through the stuff.
“What do you mean?” You asked, looking at the things on the last shelf, but not finding anything you just grimaced and stood up straight.
A loud scoff rang through the kitchen while you closed the fridge and turned around. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you trying to get in Carol’s pants, even though you met only like 2 hours ago.” She said in a faux realization and ended with a fake-ass smile.
You blinked at her and stopped in one place. “I try to get in women’s pants even before I meet them. And we were just playing around.” You informed her in a neutral tone before you started looking for food in cupboards.
You heard screeching of the floor but paid it no mind as you wanted to find absolutely any snack you could take with you and go to your room to fill in those stupid papers.
“Mhm, of course. And you being glued to each other in the gym is also playing around.” She said sarcastically.
You turned your head to Natasha and gave her a bored look. “We were training.” You said slowly, moving your head a little in her direction. “How we are supposed to train without touching each other?”
Another scoff left her mouth as she was now standing next to the island with her arms crossed over her chest. “You did more than just this.” She bit back, throwing you an angry look. “And what about this little show a minute ago, huh?”
You stood to your full height with hands hanging on the handles of the cupboards and stared at the redhead. Mouth slightly opened and eyes blinking, trying to understand what was her problem.
You took a small breath and tilted your head a little to the side. “Oh my God.” You groaned out. “Can’t we flirt or something? Is there a rule?” You asked rhetorically as you closed the cupboard and moved to stand next to the island.
“No there is not-” She started saying.
“Then I don’t see a problem.” You cut her off with a small wave of your hand.
“But it doesn’t mean she has to be all over you.” Natasha ended her previous sentence, raising her voice a little. “She was practically on top of you here and you didn’t do anything to stop her.” She added even more irritated at the situation.
You rolled your eyes while turning to the side, so your body was facing the redhead. “She just stood next to me. And it’s not like I’m gonna push her away, cause she put her hand on my arm and got a little too close.” You replied, not hiding the fact that you thought it was ridiculous.
Natasha scoffed in annoyance and aggressively dropped her arms to her sides. “Oh yeah, just let her do whatever she wants.” The redhead said flinging her hands in the air. “Why not. Maybe even go and do some training together.” She added with emphasized sarcasm.
You were genuinely confused about why she suddenly started arguing about something like this. It wasn’t like you minded Carol being too close to you. She was beautiful and definitely caught your eye. You only met her, but not only had her appearance get your attention, but also her personality. In this short couple of hours, you could say she was funny, open-minded, and really kind.
You fell in conversation pretty easily. And you thought she was Natasha’s close friend. At least that was what Clint and Steve told you. So why would she-
A small smirk started creeping up on your lips as the realization settled in your mind. It was so clear, yet not that noticeable. But that didn’t matter anymore.
You tilted your head a little to the side, looking at the redhead. “Would you want to do some training with me, Natasha?” You asked her in a neutral tone, but the tiniest bit of teasing could be heard.
The redhead stopped in her tracks, registering your words in her mind. “What?” The question fell from her mouth and you caught how her voice trembled a little.
Taking a small step towards the woman you put your hand on the countertop. “Is that it? You want to train with me a little?” You moved closer to her while sliding your fingers along the marble.
Natasha swallowed subtly, still with her eyes fixated on you. She watched your every move and how relaxed and calm you were. She noticed your straightened-up posture, but there wasn’t any bit of tension in it.
“You’re being annoying. Just like always.” She said crossing her arms over her chest, trying to dismiss the subject you brought up. She wouldn’t fall for your words. But the confidence you were speaking and moving with already started working on her.
You smiled at what she said, now being aware of the real reason for her behavior towards you. “I think I’m just annoyingly attractive and you can’t get enough of me.” You replied kind of cockily, stopping in one place a few feet away from the woman.
“Oh my God. You’re so full of yourself. It’s really exhausting at this point.” The redhead remarked with an eye roll.
But were you wrong? Not at all. Your looks caught her attention the very first day you joined the team and she would be lying if she said that you weren’t a frequent topic of her thoughts.
She didn’t like it when other women flirted with you or were just too close to you for Natasha’s liking. How their touches lingered on your arm with the thumb brushing your skin or material of your clothes.
It was worse when you responded to their attempts, going to your flirt mode and charming women left and right. They always laughed at every little stupid thing you said. Every time they would throw their heads back and grip your arm a little tighter, pulling themselves closer to you.
At times like this Natasha saw red and she swore she could rip every woman’s head off.
She’d been drawn to you the moment she saw you. But she would never admit it out loud.
Even more so when you already had that stupid cocky smirk plastered on your lips. She didn’t even need to hear you say anything, cause the look on your face told her everything.
You smiled at her choice of words, before briefly dropping your gaze to your hand. “And you want to be full of me.” You said when she started turning around and placed her hands on the kitchen counter.
You drummed your fingers on the countertop, watching the redhead, roaming your eyes over her bare legs as she still was in her gym clothes. “By the way, I can give you some other reason to roll your eyes if you want.” You told her while you started making your way to her. After a couple of steps, you stood yourself behind the woman.
Your hands landed on the redhead’s waist, lightly holding her while you put your head closer to her ear. “Do you want it, Natasha?” You asked in a low voice, feeling her slightly tense up at your sudden touch before she relaxed. “Tell me what you want.”
Natasha tried so hard not to let her mind go somewhere else. Not to let it go there. She knew that if she didn’t stop you now, she would give in to you. But in all honesty, she’d wanted that for so long that she didn’t give a fuck about what was about to happen. She just wanted you.
Your warm breaths hitting her neck were only reminding her of how close you were. That she finally got you this close. She could feel your lips delicately brushing against her skin as your hands wandered down to the hem of her t-shirt, causing her arousal to raise.
You took it between your pointing finger and your thumb, fiddling with it, as you moved your mouth up to her ear. “Do you want me to stop?” You whispered the words to the redhead.
It would be the last thing Natasha wanted right now. The redheaded woman only shook her head in response, but that wasn’t enough. “Words, Tasha.” You told her before placing a kiss behind her ear.
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“No.” The woman breathed out, waiting for your next move. As if on cue, your hands let go of her t-shirt and slipped under it. They slowly moved up her stomach. Fingertips gently brushing her milky skin and your feather-light kisses placed along her neck sent shivers down the redhead’s spine.
She could feel her skin getting hotter under your soft touches and when you got to her bra, her anticipation only raised.
Moving her body back, she pressed herself more to your front letting her head fall slightly on your shoulder. At the same moment, you lightly grabbed the bottom of her bra and lifted it before moving your hands to gently cup her breasts.
Redhead’s breathing started picking up at your actions as your mouth still worked on her neck, marking it with dark bruises, before you went down to her collarbone to do the same, causing the heat to go down straight to Natasha’s core.
You gave her breasts a delicate squeeze, moving your thumbs to brush her nipples with them a little in the process, making the redhead let out a small moan.
You trailed up the kisses from her collarbone back to her neck and up to under her jawline while one of your hands wandered to the redhead’s back and reached with it to unclasp her bra.
Natasha decided to help you and quickly slid the straps down her arms, allowing you to pull the bra from under her top and get rid of this inconvenience. Your hands returned to their position on the woman’s tits and massaged them a little before you took both of her nipples between your pointing fingers and thumbs.
You pulled your mouth away from her neck and placed it next to her ear. “Is this okay?” You asked in a whisper, not stopping your movements as the redhead moaned again.
Natasha closed her eyes at the feeling of your touch. “Yeah.” She said quietly, letting herself get more and more lost in your actions.
You’d barely done anything, but her mind was already running a million miles per second and she wanted more. She needed more.
With your mouth going back and working on her neck, you painted it with more marks until you stopped at a certain point that made Natasha’s hold on the kitchen counter tighten. You smirked to yourself and kissed the spot before sucking harshly and lightly biting on it, making the redhead gasp.
As your tongue was running over the bruise you’d just made, one of Natasha’s hands let go of the marble. She moved it up and grabbed one of yours that was still working on her nipple, and started leading it down her body.
Her chest was heaving up and down as her breaths became more ragged and louder. You let her move your hand as she wanted, but you held it in one place at the waistband of her shorts.
Natasha whined at your objection and tried to make your hand go further down to no avail. “Please.” You heard her saying quietly as she moved her body back, causing your bodies to be pressed flush against each other.
The slight desperation in her voice made your confidence boost. She started grinding her hips into you, adding more force with each second.
You smirked to yourself when her movements suddenly stopped and you heard her sharply inhale. All because of a small, or not-so-small, surprise you had hidden.
But it wasn’t long before she resumed her actions again. “Please, do something.” Natasha whined out, placing her hand on your forearm.
You took the waistband of her shorts between your fingers and moved them along it. “Are you sure?”
“Yes! Just do it.” Natasha exclaimed impatiently and tightly squeezed your arm.
You decided to fulfill her wish. When she felt your hand moving down, she let go of it and gripped the countertop again.
You slowly slipped it under her shorts and underwear, feeling her shudder under your touch. Going further, you slid two fingers down through her folds, taking notice of how wet she already was.
“Someone’s excited.” You said, not stopping your actions.
Natasha moaned while you went back up and brushed her clit lightly. She started grinding herself on your hand to get more friction, but you took your hand away from her cunt and out of her underwear.
You gripped her hip just as she whined at the loss of contact. “Aren’t you needy?” You taunted the woman with a smirk on your face.
It was entertaining to you how she seemed to can’t stand you at every given occasion, but now she just couldn’t get enough of you. Waiting for you to do anything you wanted to her.
The redhead huffed out a breath and opened her eyes. “Aren’t you a tease?” She remarked, making your smirk widen.
“Maybe. But you still haven’t told me what you want.” You said as your fingertips were trailing over Natasha’s skin just above the waistband of her shorts, teasing her.
“I just want you to fuck me!” The redhead stated furiously, her hips started working against you again. “Please, just make me feel good. Please.” She added quietly and you decided to take pity on her.
Placing both of your hands on her hips, you spun her around and pressed her to the counter before fiercely connecting your lips with hers.
The redhead moaned into the kiss before you pulled away. “As you wish.” You mumbled against her lips before you started pulling her shorts down her legs along with her panties.
Her impatience was showing as she almost kicked the clothing away when it reached her ankles, leaving her bottom half of the body completely exposed to you.
Standing up, you lightly grabbed her hip with one of your hands and moved the other to the place where she needed you the most.
You ran your fingers through her folds again, gathering her wetness on them and making the redhead let out a shaky breath while she grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter. “Y/n.” Natasha said, but it sounded more like a plea.
Moving your head back to her neck, you again started leaving light kisses across it while your hand went up to her clit. You started circling it slowly, causing Natasha’s grip to tighten and let out a small moan.
“More.” She almost breathed out, and you pulled your hand away a little, making the redhead whine. “Y/n, stop playing, just fu- U-uck me.” Natasha cut herself off with a loud moan when you suddenly pushed two of your fingers inside her.
One of her hands flew to your shoulder and took a strong hold of it while you slowly pumped in and out of her, picking up your pace with each thrust.
Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth was slightly agape, letting the beautiful sounds leave it. Deciding to add to her pleasure, you lifted her t-shirt to be met with her naked breasts, and not wasting a second, you attached your mouth to one of them.
“Fuck.” Natasha moaned out at the feeling of your tongue circling her nipple and the constant pounding of your fingers.
You then moved to her other nipple and gave it the same attention as Natasha’s hand moved from your shoulder and to your hair. “Oh God, yes!” She let out the words louder.
You let go of her nipple with a pop and kissed her cheek before going down on your knees.
Natasha’s eyes were now open and looking into your E/c eyes just as you looked back into her green ones. Not breaking eye contact, you pounded into her as you curled your fingers while your mouth attached to her bundle of nerves and circled it. Sinful sounds spilled from her mouth at the action.
Still on your knees, you reached up and started kneading her nipple with your free hand. This made her other hand fly to your hair as well, as she started grinding against your mouth a little.
She looked so good at this moment. With bliss written all over her face as her eyes were tightly closed and eyebrows furrowed, succumbing to the feeling you were giving her.
Her hands in your hair tightened their grip on it as her breathing became more ragged and her legs started shaking a little. “You look so beautiful.” You told her.
Natasha couldn’t think about anything else but you and your fingers in her, along with your mouth pleasuring her. She never felt this good and she was sure she would never feel better.
“I’m close. I’m so close.” She moaned loudly as your tongue still worked on her clit and your fingers didn’t stop even for a second. “I’m gonna cum.” She said again, making you go faster.
“Let go, Tasha.” You said before attaching your mouth to her bud again.
And she did just that. “Fuck! Y/n!” She screamed out with her head thrown back and hands still tightly holding your hair.
You slowed down your thrust, letting her ride out her orgasm before coming to a stop. You pulled out of her and used your tongue to catch every bit of her juices. You moved your mouth away and stood up, making her whine at the loss of contact before you put your fingers to her lips.
She immediately engulfed them with her mouth and started circling them with her tongue, not looking away from you. You moved your other hand to your belt and started unfastening it.
When she cleaned your digits, you pulled them out. You tugged on her t-shirt and she quickly got rid of it before you turned her around, making her yelp. “Ready to go again?” You asked as you took the strap out of your pants.
She only nodded, putting her hands on the edge of the counter. “You have to speak, darling.” You husked out into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Yes, I’m ready. Please, just fuck me.” She said quickly, not being able to keep her impatience at bay.
Gripping the toy, you ran the tip through her folds, gathering her wetness on it. You teasingly bumped her bundle of nerves before doing the same with her entrance, evoking a muffled moan from the redhead.
“Please, Y/n. I need you in me. Make me feel good again.” Natasha let out as she started moving her hips back to you.
She was impatient. She wanted you to make her come again so bad.
You lightly grabbed her hips with your hands, stopping her from doing anything, making her whine. Just to turn it into a throaty moan when you slowly started pushing in her.
You stopped for a moment, letting her get used to the size before pushing in fully, completely stretching her out. You stood still giving her time to regain herself before you slowly pulled out and in again.
You started gradually picking up the pace, pounding in the redhead and causing her to moan loudly with each thrust. She fell forward but tightly held the marble as you moved your hands to her waist to keep her in place.
You ran your hand up her spine and tangled your fingers in her hair before pulling it gently. She took the hint and lifted herself with a whine.
Your thrust became more powerful and deeper, making her move her back to you and let her head fall on your shoulder as loud moans left her mouth.
“That’s good?” You asked as her head was next to yours.
You moved your hand from her waist and reached her clit, starting running circles on it again. “Yes! You fuck me so good.” She screamed out, completely lost in everything you were giving her.
You smirked to yourself and attacked her neck, sucking on her sweet spot, causing another loud moan to leave her mouth. “Harder.” She let out and you didn’t have to be told twice.
Tightly gripping her hips with both of your hands you started pounding with more force to the point where your thrust became so powerful that she had to support herself with the kitchen counter not to fall flat on it as her body bolted forward.
“Fuck! Just like that!” She screamed out again, letting herself get lost even more in the pleasure you were gifting her with. “Oh, God.”
Suddenly you pulled out and quickly turned the redhead around before picking her up and placing her on the counter, making her yelp in surprise. You took a hold of her legs, grabbing under her knees, and spread them wide apart.
Without giving her a chance to do or say anything, you roughly thrust in her again. One of her hands went behind her to keep herself up while the other flew to your t-shirt and gripped it tightly. “Oh my fuck! Yes! Just ruin my pussy.” She moaned out loudly, and you were sure that if someone was at the compound, they would hear her without a doubt.
You sped up your movements, going now at an animalistic speed as her head hung back with her eyes tightly closed and mouth wide open. “You like that? You like me being deep in you?” You husked out, keeping the redhead’s waist in a strong hold.
“Yeah.” She moaned out. “I love you being in me. Fucking me like this.” Her words were filthy, laced with lust as she screamed them out. Her sinful sounds hadn’t stopped coming out of her mouth even for a second. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop.” She moaned again and again as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Her words only spurred you on. Going harder and faster than ever, you were focused only on one thing - fucking her just like she wanted you to.
Her moans were getting more frequent and louder, filling up the space and bouncing off of the walls.
You moved one of your hands to her neck and wrapped it around it, causing Natasha to sharply inhale. Her hand flew to your forearm as you roughly kissed her. She eagerly reciprocated and when you licked her bottom lip, she immediately let you in, allowing your tongue to explore her mouth.
Not stopping your hips from moving, you were swallowing all her moans as your lips were moving against each other.
You pulled away only a little, both of you looking into each other’s eyes with you still keeping a hold of her neck, squeezing it lightly. “You gonna come again?” You mumbled against her lips, still pounding in the redhead mercilessly.
Her breasts were bouncing up and down with the force you were pounding in her and you leaned down to take her nipple in your mouth, sucking it and circling it with your tongue.
“Yes! I wanna come. Please, let me come.” She quickly babbled out, her eyes went closed at the feeling of your powerful thrusts and your hand around her neck with your wet mouth working on her bud.
You let go of her nipple with a pop and looked into her eyes. “Then come.” You said and after a couple more of your rough thrusts, Natasha screamed out your name, tightening her hold on your clothes and coming undone. Her head was hanging back as her mouth hung wide open with her mind being completely fuzzy.
You started slowing down your movements and helped her ride out her orgasm. You came to a stop, taking your hand away from her neck as she let go of your forearm, and waited for her to come down from her high as she breathed heavily. Her body was all sweaty and she surely was exhausted.
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You pulled out of her, making her let out a small moan at the feeling as you held her by her waist, not to let her fall back. She swallowed thickly, trying to catch her breath before opening her eyes and looking at you. “Fuck.” She breathed out, slowly regaining her composure.
Your faces were inches apart and you smiled teasingly. “You are lucky everybody’s out, cause they would hear you for sure.” You told the redhead.
She scoffed at your words but let out a chuckle right after. “Shut up.” She said giggling. She then took a look over you. “How is it that you’re still fully clothed and I’m fully naked?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.
You smirked at her and she already rolled her eyes. “Cause you were so needy that I didn’t have time to undress.” You replied earning yourself a slap to your arm, making you chuckle.
“I wasn’t needy.” She denied it, but her face betrayed her. A genuine smile appeared on her lips.
You pulled away from her and helped her get off the counter before she started dressing.
You shoved your strap back into your pants and started cleaning the mess you two made. When you finished she was pulling the last piece of clothing on her body. As her t-shirt went down and covered her, her smile faltered a little when she looked at you.
You looked back in slight confusion. “What?” You asked Natasha not knowing the cause of her sudden change in mood.
She looked down at the floor and fiddled with the hem of her t-shirt a little. You came up to her and rubbed her arms. “What happened?”
Her head raised and she looked into your eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it right after. “What was it?” She asked finally as you stared at her.
“What was what?” You asked back, not looking away from her face.
She huffed out a breath with a slight annoyance in it, making you internally smirk to yourself. “Was it a one-time thing? You just fucking me, cause you had a chance? Or-” She started saying but cut herself off at the end.
Your lips tugged up a little at her hesitancy. “Or?” You asked teasingly but softly, dragging out the word.
Natasha rolled her eyes at you again and looked down at your t-shirt as her hand went to pick on it. “Or something more.” She said quietly, not daring to look at you.
You let a warm smile appear on your lips and it only was widening with every second. You reached for her chin with your hand and held it gently before moving her head up.
When you had her looking at you, you looked between her eyes and saw something you’d never seen before in them. Fear and vulnerability. “Do you want it to be something more?” You asked softly and noticed how her fingers fidgeted as she became a little nervous. “Cause I want it to be something more.”
At your words, she looked at you differently. She looked like she was searching for the tiniest hint of a lie. But it wasn’t there. And when she couldn’t find it, she just rushed her head forward and kissed you deeply with her hands landing on your face.
You kissed her back, making both of you smile so wide that kissing became impossible. “I take it as a yes.” You said when both of you pulled away and she chuckled, making you do the same. “Okay, let’s take a bath. Shall we?” You asked Natasha and she gave you a toothy grin in response with a nod.
“Yup, but you have to carry me.” She said and opened her arms for you to pick her up. You raised your eyebrows at her and she just looked back. “It’s your fault I’m tired and barely standing, so, chop-chop.” She said with a sweet smile and still waiting.
You shook your head, letting out a light laugh before picking her up bridal style, making her yelp a little. “Of course, ma’am.” You said making her giggle as both of you left the kitchen with wide grins on your faces.
Maybe arguing with Natasha wasn’t that bad after all.
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And as always blame it on 3am brain lol :3
She slammed her fists into the door with a growl that ended in a quiet slump of her shoulders. She tried the handle once more, just in case…. But no, it rattled in her hand uselessly not letting her back in. She slumped against the door, putting her head in her hands before pulling her fingers back through her short, brown, hair.
At least it wasn't raining… that she could take comfort in. But if the weather didn't kill her, the sharp coolness in the air would. She was already shaking, she'd be a popsicle by morning. If she hadn't had to chase off that stupid racoon- she sighed heavily.
It was times like these she wished she had neighbors, but all that surrounded her was thick trees filled with racoons, deer, foxes and who knows what else. A chill crept up her spine as she continued to stare into the shadowed pines.
She jumped at the loud creak that came from the wooden swing she had built a few summers ago. Its weathered wood was in dear need of a fresh coat of paint. She got up and stumbled through the grass in her bare feet. She sat down pulling her legs up onto the swing and softly rocked her body which made her platform start to sway.
The swing faced the woods, it was her dream to come out here in spring and sit down to read and sip her tea, every so often glancing up to the sound of bird song. But in the years she had it, not once she had been able to do it, life too busy, and other things more important.
Sounds whistled through the trees and she laid down starting up into the sky where she saw the universe swirling. The swing rocked for a while longer in the breeze, before slowing into a resting place. She looked toward the woods again and froze.
Two bright green eyes stared wide-eyed at her. They belonged to a huge crouching figure, merely a stone's throw away. She bolted up and shrieked, nearly falling off the swing in an attempt to get away.
The huge being panicked as well, ducking back deeper into the trees, holding a finger to his lips as he frantically whispered.
"sh-sh-sh quiet please… I-I come in peace! I do not wish to harm you. Please just stop screaming…"
She went quiet staring at him as she crouched behind the swing, not sure what to do. At least she had some distance now. Her heart was banging around her chest like a wild animal.
"thank you…" He said with a weak smile.
He was positioned so that his face was pointed at her and his body slightly turned to the left. He seemed disoriented, every few seconds he would nervously look around him, like He was trying to find something familiar. He wore a face of someone timid, but eyes held a confidence the rest of him lacked. They were his most frightening feature, besides his size.
She slowly stood up, hands badly trembling at her sides. She lifted one hand to clutch the back of the swing, which kept her upright.
"I'm just confused, is all… didn't mean to bother you…" He said, trying to withdraw even deeper into the forest.
She swallowed her fear and attempted to speak.
"You lost?" It came out a lot more shaky than intended and she winced at the sound of it.
He nodded with a sheepish glance down.
"yeah I live around here… somewhere, just completely lost it a few turns back.. Now I'm all turned around and it's late." he sighed looking as frustrated as she had been when she realised she locked herself out.
"This is funny…" she said with a shake of her head, letting herself relax a bit.
"How so?" he said, sounding a bit grumpy.
"I… I locked myself out of my house…" she said, smiling tiredly and walking around to the side of the swing, rubbing her arms at a sudden breeze that whistled across her skin.
"yeah that is funny, guess we're both in about the same predicament…" he said with a smirk that made her want to trust him a little more.
"Well, if you want, you can spend the night here…" she said, hesitantly taking another step past the swing.
His eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" He asked, tilting his head down at her.
"no- not at all."
He slowly came out of the shadows revealing the rest of him. Casually dressed, but, like her, wore no shoes. He lowered himself from crouching to lay on his side, and saw her nervous wonderment and smirked.
"I assume I'm the first giant you've ever seen?"
"Is it that obvious?" she said with a smirk of her own.
She sat back down on the swing, rubbing her hands together as she tried to bring life back into her finger tips. She propped her legs up, wrapping her arms around them and leaning back against the wood that bit into her shoulder blades.
"Are you cold?" she heard him whisper, so quiet it was barely above the wind, and somehow sent flutters through her.
"nah I'm fine, it's just a chill, it'll pass soon." she said with a shrug.
"you're turning blue." he pointed out, concern creeping into his tone.
"it's just the moonlight playing tricks on your eyes- and anyways it's not like I could get a blanket or anything." she said with a sigh that turned white as it left her lips.
"you're helping me, let me help you."
"How? Find a spare set of keys?"
"I had a different thing in mind… but not sure if you're gonna like it…" he said, frowning, his hand restlessly tapping.
She raised an eyebrow, eyeing him skeptically. He stared back at her, watching eachother, daring the other to speak first till finally he reached his hand toward her, slowly, as not to startle her. She watched it get bigger as it drew closer, she swallowed to see it almost a foot away and about as big, if not bigger, then she was. She returned her gaze to the giant. Again they were both frozen, he looked conflicted and nervous.
"Please, don't scream, okay? I'll be gentle…"
She didn't acknowledge his words, but she didn't run like her body was telling her to. She didn't scream as his large fingers swiftly picked her off the swing and into a loose hold. She couldn't seem to catch her breath as her heart sped again. She clutched his fingers as she was lifted higher, looking back to his face.
"see? I'm gentle.." he said calmly, more confident than before, as he curled his hand to his chest.
She was already warm from her anxious heart, but nearly sank deeper into him as she felt the soft warmth that radiated off him. He loosen his grip to let her sink his palm without the restriction of his fingers.
"Good night," He whispered to her, as his eyes fell shut, but she was already asleep.
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𝐅𝐔 - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐡
pairing: Johnny x reader
summary: You wanted to be all alone with your boyfriend on New Year’s Eve, but after a heavy fight, he left you before the clock struck midnight. You were all alone the whole night while he was with another woman. The woman he told you not to worry about. One day, after forgiving him for leaving you alone, you find out that she was texting him, that he cheated and you breakup. But breaking up with the love of your life was hard and you couldn’t stop yourself from loving him.
song: FU - Miley Cyrus
genre: established relationship, angst, smut
warnings: smut, cheating, swearing, alcohol consumption
word count: 5.7k
A/N: first of all thank you so so much for 900 followers!! You have no idea how happy and thankful I am. I hope you enjoy this!! 💖💖💖
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Oh, you broke my heart I told you I was weak for love But then you went around And did what you wanted to do And now I'm crying, crying
“Don’t you fucking get it Y/n?! There’s nothing going on between me and her! Why are you always so fucking insecure?!”
“Are you being serious right now? I just-“
“Just what Y/n?! Huh?! Do you always have to ruin everything?! One night, one fucking night and you can’t keep your mouth shut! You’re so damn frustrating. It’s fucking New Year’s Eve and you just have to annoy the shit out of me!” Johnny yelled at you. He closed his eyes to calm down, but all he saw was red and he needed to go.
“But Johnny-“
“No! I don’t wanna hear anything. I’m leaving. Happy fucking new year.” He cut you off, he didn’t care about your feelings at that moment. All he wanted was fresh air and be far, far away from you.
“No please don’t go I’m sorry-“
You tried to apologize, but Johnny simply didn’t care.
It was almost midnight and you didn’t want the night to end like this. All you wanted was spend the night with Johnny. Just you, Johnny, wine, and a great dinner. This was your third New Year’s Eve with Johnny and your first New Year’s Eve alone with him. You had spent the last two years with your mutual friends at some party, but this year you wanted to be just with him.
Things escalated quickly.
First he was distracted, he was on his phone the whole dinner and then, while watching a movie he chose, he was also on his phone. Then, he got a phone call and was in your shared bedroom talking for almost an hour.
Your special night together suddenly turned to a shit night for you.
You were suspicious about his behavior. Always on his phone, always talking to someone and whenever you asked whom he was talking to he answered with a simple ‘a friend’. But you knew exactly who that friend was and when you had enough, you confronted him about her.
Johnny left your apartment, he was slightly tipsy, the wine you drank was in his system and he knew that his next decision was stupid, so dumb and would destroy everything you had built, but in that moment, he didn’t care.
So his next move was to call her and ask her if she was free. It was New Year’s Eve, she was probably at some party or with her family, but she quickly dropped her friends and the party she was at to meet Johnny at her apartment.
The clock struck midnight and instead of kissing you, Johnny’s lips were on her lips and you were finishing the second bottle of wine. You sat on the balcony and watched the firework with tears rolling down your cheeks whereas your boyfriend was kissing another girl, pleasing another girl, and breaking his promises.
That night, you celebrated New Year’s Eve with tears in your eyes and pain in your heart.
Johnny woke up in the middle of the night.
He looked to his left to see you sleeping next to him but when he saw someone else next to him in bed, he remembered what he did. He remembered how he told you that there was nothing going between her and him and then he remembered how he fucked her, how he cheated on you.
“Fuck.” He mumbled as he looked at the clock on the wall.
03:27
He didn’t kiss you on midnight. He wasn’t with you, you weren’t in his arms, someone else was.
Johnny left the apartment without thinking and rushed home to you. Johnny couldn’t describe how much regret he felt, how guilty he felt. He wanted to cry, he wanted to delete last night from his memory.
He unlocked the door and it was dark inside of the apartment, you were probably sleeping. Johnny’s heart was beating against his chest, he didn’t know what to do. Should he tell you what happened last night? Should he tell you he cheated and broke his promises?
Johnny saw you curled up on the couch, your eyes closed but swollen, you wear wearing his hoodie and hugging the pillow tightly. The balcony was still open and the winter breeze entered you apartment. Your body was cold, hands formed to fists and brows furrowed. Two empty bottles of wine on the coffee table and one used wine glass.
Johnny got on his knees and pressed little kisses on your forehead, your cheeks and nose. He wanted to kiss your lips so bad, but his lips still tasted like the other woman he had been with that night.
“B-Baby?” he whispered softly, “Baby, come on let’s go to bed.”
You didn’t react.
Johnny carried you softly to your bedroom and tucked you in your bed. After getting ready for bed, he also got under the covers and pulled your body closer to his and held you tightly in his arms.
“I’m so sorry.” He cried out. Johnny felt terrible, he couldn’t lose you, the only option was to keep it a secret and delete last night from his memory. Johnny fell asleep crying.
You woke up between Johnny’s arms. He was holding you tightly and it didn’t look like you could get out of his arms anytime soon. He was soring softly and you could tell he was tired.
You stayed in bed for another hour and Johnny slowly woke up.
“Can you let me go?” you asked coldly. You were still hurt.
“S-Sorry.” He let go of you and you were about to leave the room but Johnny stopped you.
“Listen… I-I know you’re mad and I know I made a big mistake. I shouldn’t have left. I’m the biggest idiot on the planet, I’m so sorry I left you alone last night and… and the things I said. I didn’t mean them. I love you. Only you.”
Your hand was on the door handle, holding tightly. You didn’t answer, you didn’t know what to say. Were you still mad? Yes. Were you still hurt? Yes. You just wanted to be alone.
“Y-You left me alone o-on New Year’s Eve. You just left me all alone, I wanted to be with you. You know that I don’t have anyone. You know that I’m all alone and you still left. I only have you but you left me too.”
That was true. You had lost your parents a couple years ago and you don’t have any siblings. You don’t have any family left and you have only Johnny in your life. You were never the person to find friends easily, but Johnny was different. You were friends with his friends, but you were too shy and insecure to call them or text them. You hated it.
“I know- I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you, baby. Do you want to have dinner again tonight? I’ll cook. Or we can go out to that restaurant you love, let’s go on a date, hmm? Tell me baby. Tell me what you want.” He got up and walked closer to you. You stepped back on reflex.
Johnny stopped on his tracks and looked at you, worry written all over his face.
“D-Do you hate me that much?” he whispered.
“I-“
You didn’t know what to say.
“I think I need to be alone.” And then you left your bedroom and locked yourself in the bathroom and started crying.
Johnny knew he had to leave you alone, you had to calm down and he needed to find a way to make it up to you. He knew the fucked up, and the secret he carried was haunting him. Whenever he looked at you, he felt his heart ache.
Maybe you were blinded by your love for him or maybe you were just stupid, but you couldn’t be mad at him any longer.
You entered the bedroom and saw Johnny looking on the ceiling like a lost puppy. He instantly got up and looked at you. “D-Do you want me to leave?”
You were still crying and playing with your fingers. “I-I want to go o-on a that date with you. B-But that doesn’t mean I forgive you. I’m still hurt.” You sobbed.
“Okay baby, anything for you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I left you alone. I’ll make it up to you, okay? I love you so much.” He stroked your tears away and cupped your cheeks. “I’m not going to hurt you again.”
Ooh, it seemed like everything was going fine I found the love that I thought was gonna last Then I accidentally saw a few things in your cell I even LOL'd, man, I should've known Why, why you're doing what you do You, you might as well just tell the honest truth See, I'm not really down with this This ain't no texting shit Know I got no biz, But it is what it is
I don't really have much to say I was over it the second that I saw her name
The first couple weeks of January, Johnny acted like the perfect boyfriend. He did everything he could to make you happy, to make you smile brightly at him.
You could see that he tried to make his mistake up to you and you enjoyed how he showered you with love. You were sure that he was the one, that Johnny was your future.
But that one night, January 31, changed everything.
You were waiting for Johnny to finish his shower. It was date night and you decided to go to the movies. While you were scrolling through your Instagram feed, Johnny’s phone ringed non-stop. He received text after text and even two calls and the sound annoyed the shit out of you. You got up to turn his sound off, but when you accidently saw the last text he got, you almost dropped the phone. You didn’t want to go through his texts, but you couldn’t stop yourself from reading the text she sent him.
19:27 Sujin: hey baby, I miss u
19:27 Sujin: are you free tonight? My pussy missed your dick!!!
19:28 Sujin: *picture attached*
It was a picture of her, half naked, you could fully see her breasts.
You should’ve known. You should’ve known that he lied when he told you that there was nothing going on between him and her.
You couldn’t cry, all you could do was laugh. Laugh at how stupid you were.
Why did he lie to you? Why didn’t he just tell you the truth? You were done with him and with his lies. Maybe it was your own fault. You knew that there was something, but you still believed him and took him back that night on New Year’s Eve. He said so much mean and disgusting things to you, Johnny acted like you were crazy and just out of your damn mind. He called you insecure. Johnny called you so many things and in the end, you were right.
You went to your shared bedroom and started packing a couple of your things. You needed to leave. Now.
You couldn’t cry. You wanted to, but you couldn’t. There were no tears left.
You packed some clothes, you weren’t going to move out. He cheated, he broke your heart and he has to leave. But you couldn’t stand being next to him. You would come back when he was gone.
Johnny entered the bedroom with a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet and little drops of water glistened on his body. Suddenly all you could see were her traces on his body. Love bites on his neck, down to his chest.
“Babe?”
You realized you were staring at him a little too long, the love bites were gone and Johnny came closer to you with a smirk.
“We can skip the movie if you want to.” He put two fingers on your chin and leaned down to kiss you, but you pulled back. Almost tripping over your bag.
“Babe? You good?”
“Cut the bullshit Johnny. I want you to leave and take all of your fucking shit with you. We’re done. I’ll come back when you’re gone.”
Johnny looked at you with so much confusion written all over his face. “Babe what are you talking about?”
“Go to your whore. She probably has enough space for you two.” You said with no emotion as you grabbed your bag.
Johnny still didn’t understand what you were talking about. “W-What are you saying? Baby I really don’t understand- What do you mean? Whore?”
You started laughing, “Come on, you know exactly who I’m talking about. She misses you so much Johnny. Poor girl needs her hole filled with your fucking cock. Go to her. She’s waiting for you.”
Johnny still didn’t get what you meant. “Fucking hell, I saw her texts Johnny! I’m leaving.”
It took Johnny a minute to realize what just happened.
You were about to leave the room when he stopped you. “Listen- please just listen to me.”
You scoffed, “There’s nothing you could say, Johnny.”
“T-There was nothing serious. S-She just texted me shit like that-“
“No Johnny! This isn’t just you and her texting, this is about you being not loyal to me. You lied to me, you called me names, you broke all your promises and you still cheated. You cheated on me with her, you don’t have to lie anymore. I won’t stop you anymore. Feel free to do whatever you want. Not that I stopped you from doing whatever you wanted before, but now you don’t need to come back to me anymore.”
You voice was filled with venom, Johnny knew he fucked up and he thought you would never find out, but now that you did, he didn’t know what to do or what to say to keep you, to make you stay.
“No no no don’t go. L-Let’s talk about this. Baby please don’t leave me. I love you.” Johnny started crying. For the first time in your life, you saw him cry.
You didn’t know how to feel about seeing him cry, but you listened to your brain and not to your heart like you always did and your brain told you to leave. You were done with him. So you left without looking back.
I got two, ooh, ooh letters for you One of them's F and the other one's U 'Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue Only two, ooh ooh letters to choose One of them's F and the other one's U SMH, I'm pressing send on you
Johnny texted you about thousand messages every day since you left. He called and left thousand voicemails. After two weeks, you also got mail with letters. Letters filled with apologies.
You hated him so much, but you couldn’t stop listening to his voicemails or stop reading his texts and letters. Maybe it was because you missed him or maybe you felt better now that he ran after you like a lost puppy. But you couldn’t let go of him if he keeps sending you things like that.
22:04 J: I won’t stop trying.
22:05 J: I love you too much to let you go.
You laughed at that. He loves you? Is cheating his way of loving you? You decided to answer him.
22:10 you: Fuck u Johnny. You don’t know anything about love so just stop and don’t embarrass yourself.
22:10 J: I can’t believe you texted back. I knew you were reading my messages. Please, let’s talk.
22:13 you: Don’t you get it? I don’t want to see you.
22:14 J: Okay, then answer the phone. Let’s just talk.
Your phone started ringing and you almost answered. It rang and rang and he called you again and again, but you never answered.
22:50 you: stop calling. Stop texting. Just leave me alone.
You shook your head angrily.
He left you alone on New Year’s Eve, why was it so hard for him to leave you alone now?
Could've been this, could've been that We done been there, we done been back You ain't with it, could've said that Why you tripping, let me hit that I ain't trying to argue more. I do it all for you, You know you're my right eye Baby, let me show you
Johnny was about to lose his mind.
After you left nothing made sense anymore. He was lonely. Lonelier than ever. Johnny has many friends but he never left the apartment to hang out with them.
There was no point in going out and coming back to a lonely home.
He missed you, he missed everything about you. He realized, after you left, that he loved so many small things about you. For example, the way you sneezed, that was the cutest sound he has ever heard or the way you always fell asleep with a little smile on your face. A smile he missed.
Johnny missed to see you on the couch, a pillow between your arms because you couldn’t hug Johnny, he had to take a shower or for whatever reason he couldn’t watch tv without you.
Oh, how he wished he could just drop everything and cuddle with you on the couch. You could’ve been in his arms right now, you could’ve been kissing him like you always did. You loved kissing him and he missed the feeling of your lips on his.
He regrets cheating on you. He regrets it so much and there’s not a single day without him crying about that.
Johnny rarely cried, you knew that, but after you left, he couldn’t stop his tears.
He had to show you how much he loved you, how much you mean to him. Johnny had to show you, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Johnny would do anything to get you back.
Oh, I know what's been going on Don't even try to act like Mr Super Nonchalant What makes you think I'll stick around I'm not as stupid as you sound And you sound really dumb right now From A to Z, ooh I got a lot of nasty things flowing up in my head But none of them are worth my time You're not even worth this rhyme And I don't, I don't give a flying
It was hard for you to find a place to stay and Johnny knew that, but even though he wanted to be with you, he left your apartment so you could stay there. The only friends you had were Johnny’s and it was hard for you to ask them for help, you hated to ask other people for help, because you didn’t want to be a burden. That’s why you stayed in a hotel for two days, until Johnny texted you that he left the apartment. It hurt you a little, the fact that he was gone but you tried to ignore that feeling, just like you tried to ignore everything else he did. You overthink everything and you were scared to annoy his friends with your presence, which wasn’t even the case. After Johnny’s friend heard about what Johnny did and how he broke your heart, they lectured him and were angry. Yes, he was their friend but you were their friend too and what Johnny did was unacceptable. A couple of his friends reached out to you, they wanted to be there for you and help you go through the pain.
A month after your breakup, you met Johnny again. One of your mutual friends held a BBQ party and she insisted for you to come. Of course she told you about Johnny also being invited but you didn’t care about him at that moment. You wanted to have fun, but now, with him right in front of you, you wanted to go back home and hide under your bed. But you wouldn’t show him that.
You felt his eyes on you, no matter what you did or where you were.
Playing beer pong outside, his eyes were on you.
Cutting tomatoes in the kitchen, his eyes were on you.
Drinking your cocktail in the living room, his eyes were on you.
Not like a creep, of course. He watched you like someone who saw the love of their life for the first time and he saw the love of his life for the first time after the breakup. He thought about ways to approach you, to talk to you and apologize, but the timing was always bad.
Except for now.
“Y/n.”
Your turned around as soon as you heard his voice. The others were inside whereas you went outside for fresh air. Johnny followed you, he saw an opportunity to talk to you and he wouldn’t let go of that.
“Don’t walk away- please.”
“Why would I stay here with you?” you scoffed.
“Just listen to me, just once-“
“You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know what you’re going to say? It’s always the same shit. Oh, I’m so sorry. She doesn’t mean anything to me. Please forgive me. Blah Blah Blah.” You said in a mocking tone.
“But it is the truth! She doesn’t mean anything to me. I just love you, it was a mistake-“
“Johnny, come on. You sound so dumb right now. Just stop. Whenever I see your face, I just want to punch you and her, but you aren’t worth it. She isn’t worth it to be in my head. Fuck you and fuck her. Oh, wait, you did that already, right?”
Maybe you were being a little pathetic right now, but you didn’t care.
I don't really have much to say I was over it the second that I saw her name
“I don’t really have much to say. I was over it the second that I saw he name on your phone.” you said, looking him straight in the eyes. Your voice was so cold, just like your eyes.
“But I have things I need to tell you. I need to tell you how much I love you and how sorry I am. Just listen to me, just this once and If you’re still done with me, than okay, I’ll leave you alone.”
“Fine. I’m so fucking sick of this.” You mumbled.
“I didn’t lie to you on New Year’s Eve. There was really nothing between me and her. She would text me but I never really replied to her. We went out a couple of times, but not just us. We went out with other friends and I barely noticed her. We were just friends, even less than that. On New Year’s Eve you pushed my buttons, I’m sorry to say it like that, but something inside me switched and all I wanted to do is to h-hurt you.” He looked down, ashamed, “I was drunk and angry. A really bad combination. I called her, she invited me to her home and before I knew it, I woke up with her next to me.”
You closed your eyes, you tried to imagine little butterflies and the sea, but all you could see was Johnny with another woman.
“As soon as I woke up, I came home and I-I didn’t know what to do. I hated -hate- myself for what I did that night, for hurting you and leaving you alone like that and for c-cheating on you. I know it’s not an excuse but I was so drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing. It just happened. When I saw you at home, asleep on the couch, it broke my heart. I wish- I wish I could turn back time and stay at home with you that night.”
“Johnny-“
“I’m not done. I deleted that night from my memory. I know it’s stupid but I couldn’t lose you. I was selfish and I thought that you would never find out. B-But that night you saw her messages, you only saw her messages. It looked like we were still texting and s-sleeping with each other. But here-“ he pulled out his phone and showed you their conversation.
“I always told her how much I loved you and that she should leave me alone. That I did the biggest mistake in my life and that you’re the love of my life. I swear Y/n, I am so sorry, so fucking sorry that I hurt you like this. But I mean it when I say that I only love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I did so many mistakes and I totally get that you h-hate me but I want to show you how much I actually love you and I know that you love me too.”
You scrolled through their texts. He said the truth, he always told her to fuck off and leave him alone, she was also blocked now. Johnny told her that he wants only you and that he would spend the rest of his days regret hurting you, but he’d also spend the rest of his days loving you.
“I-“ you didn’t know what to say.
He was right, you still loved him.
“Johnny… can you take me home?”
I got two, ooh, ooh letters for you One of them's F and the other one's U 'Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue Only two, ooh letters to choose One of them's F and the other one's U SMH, I'm pressing send on you
Johnny was bigger than you and stronger, but right now you felt like you were the stronger one.
You pressed him against the wall as you pressed your lips on his. You caught Johnny off guard but not even a second later, he kissed you back and put his hands on your waist.
“Don’t touch me.” you pulled away to say this and when he thought it was over, you kissed him again. Your hands were on his shirt, slowly pulling it up. When you were done, you pressed your hands lightly on his chest. You loved every inch of Johnny’s body.
Johnny was obviously stronger than you and he could push you away easily, but he couldn’t, until your hands landed on his belt. “N-No, Y/n wait-“ he said as he pulled away.
You ignored him.
You kissed right above his jeans, slowly going up leaving wet kisses on his belly and chest. You couldn’t reach his neck, you wanted to leave love marks, and that made you mad.
“Fucking big asshole. Why do you have to be so big?!”
“Y/n- I thought you wanted to talk? I don’t want you to do anything you might regret later.”
“Just shut up and let me do what I want to do.”
“You’re drunk.” Johnny said. Yes you had a couple cocktails but you knew what you were doing.
“Fuck you, I’m not drunk! Do you want to fuck me or not?!” you yelled now, annoyed that he hesitate so much.
“Of course I want to fuck you but-“
“No buts. Take off your pants.”
Johnny didn’t move. He didn’t know what to do. On the one hand he wanted to feel you close again, on the other hand he was scared to push you further away after having sex with you.
“Fine I’ll do it myself.” And you did. You unbuttoned his jeans, pulled it down along with his boxers and kneeled down.
His cock was semi-hard. The way you acted turned him on and now you’re on your knees looking absolutely beautiful and sexy.
You slowly started pumping his cock and Johnny bit his lip as he watched you. His tip was leaking with precum and you used it to make it easier to pump him. You put your lips on his tip and kissed it and then you licked it like a lollipop. You twirled your tongue on his tip, your hand still pumping him up and down. When you put his cock in your mouth, Johnny’s hands softly gripped your hair.
You pulled away, “No touching.” And he let go instantly. He was going crazy, he needed to touch you.
You put his cock back into your mouth and bopped your head. Johnny’s cock was big, you couldn’t fit all of his cock inside your mouth but the way he hit your throat turned him even more on. He was a moaning mess. You softly played with his balls and you felt him twitch. He was about to cum and right before he could, you stopped and pulled away.
“Fuck- What why did you stop? Are you alright?” he asked you. First frustrated that you stopped him from coming and then worried that he hurt you.
“Lay down.” You ordered him.
Johnny listened. He laid down on your bed and watched you take off your dress and your underwear. A sight he had missed so much, so fucking much.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Stop talking.” You ignored the butterflies in your belly.
You crawled on top of him and slowly put his cock inside of you. You were definitely wet enough. Johnny lost his mind, he missed being inside of you. He missed being this close to you.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned and his hands landed on your hips.
You grabbed his hands and pressed them down on each side of his head. “I said no touching, Johnny. No. Fucking. Touching.” You didn’t stop moving your hips as you said that you knew it turned him on as you felt him twitch again.
You weren’t going to lie. You felt amazing. You were embarrassingly close, all you did was sucking his dick and riding him for not even a minute.
You kept your hands on his wrists as you rode him faster and faster. The way you clenched around him, the little sounds that left your from kissing bruised lips, he loved it. Johnny loved you.
“I’m going to c-cum.” He moaned out.
“C-Cum inside of me, I want every drop of your cum Johnny.” You were so close and when Johnny came inside of you and closed his eyes while moaning your name out loudly, you came too.
You let go of Johnny’s wrists and collapsed on top of him as he pulled his cock out of you.
Chest against chest, heartbeat against heartbeat.
Your head was in the crook of his neck and you were breathing heavily. You tried to catch your breath and stop yourself from crying, but Johnny heard you sniffle and not even a second later, you started sobbing in his arms.
“Y/n? Are you crying?” he rubbed your back softly, not sure what else to do.
“Fuck you. I’m not crying I’m dancing you i-idiot.” You cried out.
You couldn’t stop the tears from falling, you didn’t notice how hard you were crying until it got hard to breath.
“Hey hey hey, I’m sorry. Look at me. You have to calm down.” Johnny softly pushed you up and you wrapped your arms around your boobs, suddenly feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.
Johnny was about to move away and you immediately hugged him tightly, you were scared that he would leave after fucking you. You were scared that you were just imagining this and that he wasn’t actually here. But Johnny actually just wanted to give you his shirt.
“Fuck you. I hate you. Y-You broke my heart.” You cried out as you hid your face in his neck.
Johnny slowly stroked your hair and with his other hand he held you tightly. “I’m sorry. I don’t deserve you, but I love you so, so much.”
He was crying too.
“Y-you really don’t deserve me. Fuck you for hurting me, fuck you for cheating on me and fuck you… I-I still… love you.” You finally said it. It was so hard but all the weight on your shoulders vanished and you felt relieved.
“I love you. Only you. Please forgive, please let me love you again. Please I need you so much.” Johnny said and left little kisses on your shoulder.
You pulled back softly and looked him in the eyes. Your eyes were as red as his and full of pain and love.
“Please don’t hurt me ever again, please no matter how much you want to hurt me, just yell at me o-or I don’t know throw something at me… b-but don’t do that again…”
Johnny’s heart ached, he would never forgive himself for hurting you like this, for breaking your heart. It was a punch in the face to hear your words. Was he really such a monster? Yes he was. He was a monster who hurt his better half for something so stupid and now you were suffering. You were always right and he would do anything to make you happy. How could he even get mad at someone as kind and lovely as you? How could he even think of hurting you?
“D-Don’t say that. I will never hurt you again, I promise. I could never get mad at you, Y/n. Everything was my fault, I did this to us and you never deserved this. You are too good for me and I’ll make sure to show you how much I adore you, how much you mean to me. I’ll never let go of your hand.” He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles, “I love you, Y/n. Can you give me a second chance?”
You looked him in his teary eyes. You were going to follow your heart and your heart told you to try again. You could see his love for you in his eyes and you could hear it in his broken voice. You were ready to give him a second chance, you could forgive him but you would never forget what he did.
You nodded softly “Y-You have to make it up to me and it won’t be easy.”
“I’ll do anything.”
“Okay.” You breathed out.
“Thank you.” He looked you in the eyes with his brown puppy eyes and you couldn’t stop yourself from pecking his lips. You pulled back and watched his reaction. Johnny smiled softly and both of you slowly leaned in and kissed. A soft and slow kiss, with so much passion and longing.
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Free as the Wind
DISCLAIMER: I did not originally intend for this story to fully go the direction it did, but here we are... I tried very hard to do my research and be respectful of the cultures the Air Nomads are based on, but I'm not super confident in my sources, so please correct me if I've been accidentally offensive in any way.
Summary: written for @kataang-week day 3, prompt: sneaking off. Aang and Katara get tired of their many political and worldly pressures and steal some time for themselves. 2 chapters and 6.1k words total, rated T. Read on ao3 or ffn
They didn’t mean to miss so much of Zuko’s birthday ball…
Or the now-annual war-ending celebrations (in every nation)…
Or the Earth King’s engagement party…
It was just that they got so little time to themselves, and whenever they were together in public, someone was trying to pull at least one of them away for political reasons. They’d tried sticking to the dance floor and limiting mingling, but someone would always tap them on the shoulder and ask to cut in, and then they’d spend song after song watching the other longingly as their new partner chatted up a storm about trade routes or law proposals or their needs for Avatar Intervention or healing or Hakoda’s support. Or worse, tried to flirt with them.
There were…distasteful rumors flying around, now, because of this, about how the Avatar only cared about “his waterbending mistress” (many wouldn’t even give Katara the benefit of calling her his girlfriend) and wasn’t devoted enough to the balance of the world. She knew it made Aang’s blood boil; she saw it in his clenched fists and tight jaw during those times they were forced to endure the company of the stuffy nobles who so often turned up their noses at their relationship. Many of them still held racist views of the Water Tribes, and saw Katara as an “inferior choice” for the Avatar. Meanwhile others thought that Aang, as the last Airbender, shouldn’t be in a relationship at all, but should be doing his utmost to bring back his lost race.
The utter lack of understanding of who his people were and what they stood for never failed to shock and appall them both.
Aang supposed he couldn’t blame them too much; his people have been gone for more than a century. Katara supposed she absolutely could blame them, especially when they were in the Fire Nation; his people are gone because of them and nobody had bothered to study or learn about them since then. She fumed at the audacity of them all.
#kataang week 2022#day 3 prompt: sneaking off#kataang#kataangtag#kataang fanfiction#canonical racism#seriously so nervous to post this one#::runs away screaming::
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this is me trying; t.holland
» pairing: tom holland x reader » song: this is me trying » word count: 1.6K
"Hey, you want to join us for movie night today?" Zendaya's voice brought you back to reality. You glanced at her, she was holding the door open while leaning her head in through the small space. There was a small smile on her face like she was too scared to show too much emotion in case it triggered you.
Shaking your head, you leaned further into your bed pulling the covers closer to your chin.
"Are you sure?" she asked again. Usually, she would've given up, but this time she was persistent. There weren't many nights left.
"I'm sure," you said blankly not looking at her. You turned your back towards her bringing the covers over your shoulder. You heard a small sigh followed by the door closing. You felt your throat tightening, the familiar knot making it difficult for you to lay in peace.
The warm tears started forming and it wasn't long before they were streaming down your face.
"I don't understand what the big deal is," his voice echoed as you walked down the hallway. Your hands were fists at your side and all you wanted to do was disappear. "I'm talking to you," he called out again hoping you would stop.
But you weren't stopping.
"Tell me why that's wrong?" he asked again. His voice settling into a softer tone realizing that raising his voice wasn't going to help. He was quickly walking now in the hopes to catch you. His fingers wrapped around your arm gently and you stopped.
"What's wrong? I told you I didn't want to go public, you went against what I specifically told you I didn't want. Why would you do that to me?" you asked the hurt in your voice piercing through his heart.
It hadn't been his intention. It'd slipped. It wasn't something he could take back now.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" he rambled, but you jerked your arm away shaking your head. The last words you spoke directly to him rung in his head.
"It's over. We're done."
Sinking deeper into the mattress, you held on to the comforter tighter. The tears had dried, but the pain was still holding on tight. You'd seen Tom since then. Obviously, you had to. There was no way of escaping him while you promoting the film, but you hadn't spoken to him. Not directly. Not intentionally.
There was a knock again. This time you didn't react so you were surprised when the door opened slowly and in came the familiar figure again.
"It's not the same without you," Zendaya said sitting at the edge of the bed. She wasn't leaving this time. "Why don't you talk to him?" she asked. She knew everything. She was the one person you ran to, but recently you'd started to slowly isolate her too only leaving the hotel room when you had an interview or special appearance.
"He doesn't want to talk to me anyway," you mumbled. Your voice was muffled by the comforter.
"How do you know? Has he told you that?" Zendaya flopped on the bed, she rested on her side watching the back of your head. Her hand came up to the covers trying to them from your face.
You groaned pulling on the cover.
"He doesn't want me back. I was awful to him," you said remembering how everything went down. The look of hurt he had on his face. The way he'd tucked his hands into the pockets of his trousers and slowly backed away like you'd just accused him of the most horrible crime. The way he turned around and didn't look back. Not once.
"Did he say that?"
"No, but I know." That was the end of the conversation. And the last time you really spent time with her. Or with anyone no the cast for that matter.
"He's not here tonight, just come down for a bit." She pulled on your arm. Finally, you gave up. You let her lead you to the rest of the cast. Sitting down on one of the couches you pulled your sweater sleeves down so your hands saved in the fabric.
There was laughter and talking, but you spaced thinking of the times when you were on this very couch with Tom making jokes with everyone. Back before the world knew about the two of you. Before your world seemed to come down in flames.
-
It'd been almost a month. A month without Tom. You'd think a month would be long enough to forget about him, but time did not heal your wounds. You'd tried texting him. You missed him. But he never replied. You had no idea where he was or what he was doing. Did he go back home for a break or did he stay in the country to work?
He hadn't posted on Instagram. It was like he'd vanished into thin air, just like you'd wished for when you broke up with him. Which you had to remind yourself, you broke up with him. It didn't make it any easier.
Have you heard anything from Tom?
You'd given in and texted Zendaya, with who you'd patched things up. You couldn't bear to lose her too.
He's actually in town.
The reply was quick and it almost caused your heart to jump out of your chest. He was in town and you didn't know. She hadn't told you without prompting. Had he asked her not to?
The address to the hotel he was staying in flashed on your screen and your heart started jumping again. Thumping loudly, so loudly you could hardly hear yourself think.
It was late. Late enough that paparazzi wouldn't follow you. Late enough that Tom would probably be asleep. Late enough that maybe he wouldn't even want to talk to you if he was awake.
After pulling a few strings, you were standing outside his hotel room. Your hands cold in the pockets of your jacket. Taking out a hand, you formed a small fist knocking on the door gently. No response.
You waited, biting your lip and debating whether you should just go. Shaking the defeatist attitude, you knocked again. This time with a little more force.
It took a few seconds, but the door opened slowly and a shirtless Tom peaked his head through the small crack.
"Hi," you exhaled. You hadn't realized you were holding your breath until you saw him. There was a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest. Your heart was happy to see him.
"What are you doing here?" he asked rubbing his eyes. He had been sleeping.
"You didn't answer my text," you almost whispered. It was as if you'd forgotten how to speak, how to put words together to form a cohesive thought.
"What?" he said furrowing his brows, he still hadn't opened the door completely and you were standing outside his hotel room awkwardly playing with your fingers.
"I text you-"
"You broke up with me. Am I obligated to respond? I've been busy..." he added almost as if to soften the blow.
Stepping back at the sound of his raised voice, you nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." Walking backward, you apologized again turning on your heel, walking back towards the elevator. You heard the door close as you walked away cupping your hand over your mouth to block the ugly crying noises that were desperate to escape.
Pushing on the elevator button aggressively, you waiting for the ding. It felt like the longest seconds of your life. When the doors finally opened you stepped in. Again, the wait felt like an eternity. They were finally closing, but you saw an arm stop the doors.
It was Tom with his disheveled hair and a shirt. He'd put on a shirt.
"I didn't reply because it hurt too much," he confessed standing in front of you as the elevator doors closed. Your bodies shook as the elevator moved down and you held on to the railing to hold your ground.
"I wanted to. I wanted to reply, but you broke up with me." His voice cracked. You wiped some of the tears that'd started falling from your face. He was right.
"I'm sorry," you said finally looking at him. The tears were back, but you weren't wiping them this time. "I want to-" your voice cracked and your chest tightened. You stopped and inhaled deeply watching Tom stand in front of you with confusion.
"I want to try again. Please." Stepping forward you tried reaching for his hand, but he retracted it quickly running both hands through his hair and cupping one over his mouth.
"We can't-" he said softly the elevator doors finally opening. This was your queue.
"It's fine," you smiled forcefully shaking your head as he tried approaching. "It's okay. I'm going," you said pushing past him quickly leaving him dumbfounded on the elevator.
The air was cold as you stepped outside. Your tear-streaked face was faced with the cold wind and tucked your hands into your coat again silently sobbing as you aimlessly walked down the street.
"Wait!"
Were you hallucinating? Turning you saw Tom standing by the hotel entrance. He was walking towards you. Your feet worked quicker than your brain, you started walking towards him too. Each step quicker than the one before and soon enough you were face to face.
His breathing was heavy, his hands cold as they made contact with your cheeks.
"Let's try again," he whispered as he brushed his nose against yours. His lips only centimeters away from yours. Wrapping your arms around his body, you closed the gap. The tears that pooled on your cheeks coursed down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. Losing yourself in the kiss, you tightened your grip around him and his thumb gently wiped the tears.
You didn't know how things would work out, but you knew you wanted to be with him. Publicly or not. You'd never stop trying.
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#tom holland#tom holland imagine#tom holland x reader#tom holland x you#tom holland x y/n#tom holland angst#folklore#folklore fic#this is me trying#tom holland fic#tom holland fanfic
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Welcome to dadwc!! "I’ve no language left to say it. All I do is quake to her," from the song lyric prompts really intrigued me. Feel free to write for a pairing of your choosing!
Three months later I'm getting around to a welcome prompt! Thank you asgkghjgf. Lyrics are from “Foreigner’s God” by Hozier, which I now have spent 5 hours listening to today.
I went OC rarepair, my Delilah Surana x Magdalena Trevelyan, and then it got a little out of hand.
Set in an AU where Surana was transferred to the Ostwick Circle after the uprising and Trevelyan is now Inquisitor, successor to this piece I wrote for an exchange.
Word Count: ~1800
Rating: E for brief sexual content near the end
(More plot than porn, but it’s there.)
Pairing: f!Surana/f!Trevelyan
Warnings: Explicit/NSFW, religious themes, angst
@dadrunkwriting
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The night is dark and moonless as Magdalena slips from camp, heartbeat fast in her throat. Meet me, the note had said, and nothing else. Meet me. She knows where on instinct--the fields south of the Crossroads, the last place they’d brushed lives before slipping away.
They were always meant to slip away.
She’d waited until the guards’ shift change, fleeing through the Hinterlands on silent feet. You can leave when you want now, a voice whispers in her head, the one that’s always sounded like Hers. The issue isn’t the when. It’s the where. It’s the who. She prays that Cassandra and Dorian sleep through the night. She prays that Varric, who pretends not to see, doesn’t tell. She prays she’ll make it back before sunrise.
She shivers as she finds the path that parts the trees. Somehow, it had been hard to imagine the chill in the daylight. They’d collected coats and blankets for refugees, but now Magdalena wishes she had kept one for herself. Back in Haven she has furs, a cloak hardly fit for battle, but warm and her own. She imagines Surana’s face if she’d shown up wrapped in ermine and has to smile. She doesn’t risk magic though as she shivers, nothing to warm or shield, nothing that will glow as she stumbles in the dark. Too many dangers. It’s stupid enough to be out here alone, but she just has to see her.
She just has to see her.
Silhouetted in meager starlight, Surana waits for her in the center of the field. She’s coatless too, thin robes torn and patched, frays clear even from a distance. Magdalena had pointed her to a cache, but six blankets wouldn’t have gone far through the forces she knows Surana has.
Forces. Surana would scowl to know she thinks it. There are children in their midst, Magdalena knows, and tranquil, elderly, weak. Forces. Is it the Inquisition’s influence, or what her own mind had shaped of the rebellion?
She fights the urge to run to her, fists clenched at her sides to keep from waving as she walks steady. She has hopes and dreams, and none match the tone of this meeting. Surana smiles, though, when they’re close enough to see the outlines of each other’s faces in the dark.
“You came,” Magdalena breathes, as if Surana hadn’t been the one to send the invitation.
“Have I ever lied to you?” The question hangs heavy in the air. She hasn’t. The implication is clear. Can Magdalena say the same?
“Why?” she brings herself to ask. Surana shakes her head.
I had to see you again, Magdalena wants her to say.
“I had to know if you were okay.”
She almost laughs. Okay doesn’t exist in the same realm as this world they live in. Her eyes scan the shadow of furrows in the dark. They weren’t left by plows or hoofprints. The land is bloody, scarred by magic, grenades, and untold sorrows. Okay doesn’t exist in Haven or in her friends’ eyes. There’s hope. There’s hunger. There are stolen moments of joy. Okay takes a neutrality Magdalena doesn’t know if she’s ever known.
She knows Surana hasn’t.
“Mag.” The voice cuts into her thoughts.
“I’m okay,” she says. More okay than the nightmares Surana has likely spun for her. She’s not held captive or at a Templar’s sword. She doesn’t stay up weeping, longing for home.
“Mag.”
She dosen’t want to cry tonight. Doesn’t want Surana to see her the way Delilah always had. Delilah, a name no one else had ever been allowed to use. No one but Magdalena—Mag, then, now. No one but her until the night on the hill they’d finished the job of twisting each other’s heart out and gone their separate ways.
What is this now?
They’d kissed in this field, in the full sight of Cassandra.
“Are you safe?” she asks instead of answering. Surana’s smile is wry.
“I’m safe.” Get what you give, the message is clear. She’d always been like that, a narrow and burning sense of justice. Eye for an eye, heart for a heart. They’ve both grown in the months since they’d parted, Mag knows, in the years since they’d first met, but something about the look in the other’s eyes always brings them back here.
I’d get on my knees for you, Delilah had said once, eyes wide and somehow terrified. She wouldn’t now, Mag knows, and that thought brings her something close to comfort. So many would, for the Herald of Andraste. Had those years in Ostwick’s chapel granted her blessing or curse?
Delilah had never kneeled before the Maker. She doubts Surana would start now.
Mag shakes her head to clear it, and the anchor crackles.
“It isn’t safe here,” she tells Surana as she briefly glows green, and then regrets it, not ready to be sent away.
“I know a place,” she responds though, and when she offers a hand Mag has to swallow hard. Her voice dips somewhere close to a teasing tone. “And I’ll protect you.”
Her go to phrase, but in their years in Ostwick’s Circle, who had been protecting whom?
Surana’s hand is familiar in hers, but she can feel the criss-crossing of scars left by her magic.
Your friend is a blood mage, Cassandra had said. Friend, lover, enemy. They’d never quite found a word for it.
Which would they be tonight?
Surana leads her across a sunken bridge and over a series of boulders, and Mag can hear rushing water ahead with a crisp echo. They walk upstream, silent as they balance on flat river rocks, and Mag thinks of what she’ll say.
She thought they’d said goodbye already. She thought they’d spoken their piece in the daylight.
“Here,” Surana breathes. They come to a pool, hidden behind rocks and shrouded in a waterfall. Surana drops to all fours to crawl behind it and then offers her a hand. Equal ground, Mag thinks as she too drops to her knees.
They sit on the stone and just watch. Mag wonders if Surana can hear her heartbeat, see the way her eyes fall to her lips in the dark. Let me show you, a part of her whispers. Show her what? she argues back. The feeling is unnamable and overwhelming, makes her stomach drop and her hands itch.
“You’re doing it again,” Surana says. Mag’s eyes snap back to hers—It’s dark, but she imagines them as warm and brown, in this moment the same as ever.
“Doing what?”
“Overthinking. Arguing with yourself. Arguing with your Maker.”
“That’s your job,” she answers on instinct, but Surana only shakes her head. She looks then doesn’t. She almost reaches out. “Surana….”
“Don’t call me that tonight.”
That’s all it takes to break her—the part that knows this ends one way, the part she’d tried to build stony against heartbreak. Surana—Delilah sees the pain in her eyes and moves in to kiss it away. Mag lets her tip her backward against the damp sandstone, leg swung over hers, curtain of tangled hair shielding them from the night.
“Delilah,” she whispers instead, and Delilah laughs against her lips, pulling back just enough to breathe:
“I hate it.” She kisses her. “Say it again.”
“Delilah.”
Mag knows she wants the upper hand, knows from the hunger of the kisses she presses to her lips and then her neck, knows from the tension in the arms that frame her face. She knows everything that Delilah has to say and every move she’ll say it with. And Delilah has the words Mag has never been good with, has never been brave enough for. She pushes herself up on her elbows, because this is all she can give her. This is the only way she has to say it. The only reprieve she can offer.
With gentle hands, she urges Delilah up and backwards, and through the palm on the center of her chest she can feel her heartbeat. She risks a magelight, blue and flickering, to see Delilah’s eyes. There’s none of the uncertainty she fears she’ll find there. Delilah grins, gaze flicking to the light and back to Mag again. One hand reaches up to stroke her face, but it doesn’t push her away. Down they go, Mag on top, Delilah’s hair fanned beneath them, and in a different time Mag would have washed it and combed it and braided it away. Tonight she kisses her, slow and sweet, real and unyielding.
Tonight she makes love her apology.
Tonight she lifts Delilah to the Golden City that she doesn’t believe in, before it was black and broken.
One hand cups her cheek, holds her close, holds her steady. The other moves down Delilah’s body, slipping under seams and undoing buttons. She wears the same robes she’s always worn, no surprise. Mag knows how to move them up, leave them fanned like angel’s wings, and she smiles as her fingers release the final loop. Delilah’s body is muscled now, scarred. It’s still warm and thrumming with the magic she’d never quite wanted to control.
“Ah,” Delilah gasps against her lips as her fingers squeeze her hips. “Magdalena.”
“Mag,” she insists. She is Magdalena to the Inquisition. Let her be Mag here tonight. Slowly she slips down Delilah’s body, apologetic kisses to her jawline when she leaves her lips, gentle ones that skim her throat and move down her front, over her stained robes and to where they’re parted. When she licks a trail below her navel, Delilah shivers and weaves a hand through her hair.
“Delilah,” she whispers again before dropping down. Delilah and Mag, the people they can’t afford to be.
It’s easy, returning here. As practiced as prayer. Dark and hot and honeyed, electric and raw. Delilah gasps when she comes, shaking under her lips and hands, fingers scratching against the rock instead of knotting in her hair. She pants but doesn’t make another sound.
There are tears in both of their eyes when she resurfaces.
And they don’t speak. Delilah kisses her, more gently than she ever has, and when she lays her down on the rocks she knows this is the only conversation they’ll have. The only thing that won’t drag on the hurt.
When Mag hears a bird’s song she knows it’s time to leave. Delilah seems to sense it.
“Thank you for coming,” is all she says, and when Mag stands she climbs to her feet beside her. There’s no witty comment that follows. There’s nothing sappy in reply.
Tomorrow, Mag leaves for Redcliffe, and then she leaves the Hinterlands behind. They’d already said their good lucks and goodbyes. This was extra. Salt in the wound. Honey in the pot.
“Yeah,” she says ineloquently. Their walk back down the stream is on wobbly legs. They split back near the field, Magdalena to her camp and Surana to hers.
“Wait,” Surana whispers before Magdalena turns her back. “Andraste light your path.”
Magdalena breathes deep.
“And you light yours.”
#my fic#dadwc#been thinking about Them all week#f!surana/f!trevelyan#delilah surana#magdalena trevelyan#rated e
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mikasa x f!reader
warnings: angsttttt, cursing, and reader's a little bit of a gold digger
found an old script i wrote for class like a yr ago while cleaning up my downloads and thought "hmm............. this would make a perfect mikasa addition to my blog." enjoy my first drabble!!!!!
There was a cardinal sitting on the windowsill. Hopping side to side on the ledge, red wings fluttering occasionally, the male took his time looking out onto the rest of the sprawling lawn. Its beak hinged open and closed in intervals, a mating song twittering out of its lungs and to the nearest female, but Mikasa heard nothing over the radio softly playing in the dressing room.
She stared at the cardinal, its presence in the middle of the sunlight streaming through the window creating a small shadow that danced on the floor below. Mikasa didn’t know a lot about birds, but she thought this one looked happy.
“Okay, so I've got ‘I'll cherish the time we have together forever…’ What else?”
Mikasa was pulled out of her trance, turning her attention to you. In the chair parked in front of the dressing room’s vanity that was covered in various hair and makeup products, you scribbled your thoughts down on a small, hand-held notepad, then looked around aimlessly, tapping the pen to your mouth. You were only dressed in sweats and an old college t-shirt, but Mikasa still found it hard to take her eyes off of you.
She sighed, glancing one more time to the window to find the cardinal gone. “I told you you should've done this earlier,” she lightly reprimanded you, reaching over you to pick up the clip she needed to pin your sectioned hair.
“Yes, yes, I know, the day of is a horrible time to do this, you've gotten onto my ass about it plenty of times. Now please let me pick that beautiful brain of yours for ideas?” you pleaded, shooting her your lost-puppy eyes unintentionally through the mirror.
Mikasa blushed, fumbling a bit in her movements. She glanced up to meet your eyes in the mirror, before sighing again and recollecting herself, securing the clip in your hair.
“C'mon, there's no point in scolding me now. I gotta have something by the end of the day,” you reasoned.
Mikasa stayed silent, continuing her task with pulling the other side of your hair into an identical square. She absolutely hated how much of a hold you had on her, and how much you didn’t even know. She wanted to say no to you so badly, anything to keep you from going through with it, but in the end, Mikasa knew she would do anything for you.
“Fine, but–”
You grinned and pumped your fist with the pen still clasped in your palm. “Yes!”
“But,” Mikasa interrupted your celebration, “don't you think that if you're having this much trouble writing your vows, then…”
Silence ensued as you waited for her to finish. Mikasa's chest tightened and she swallowed thickly, trying to resist the urge to vomit.
Her fingers toyed anxiously with the ends of your hair instead.
“... maybe you shouldn't be getting married?”
You sighed, notepad and pen-clad hands thumping into your lap. As always, you were oblivious to your best friend’s turmoil. “Mika, I've already explained to you that being in love has never been a requirement for marriage for me. He's loaded and not an asshole-- that's all I'm concerned about.”
You huffed and returned your gaze to your notepad, reading over again what you had written so far. "'I'll cherish the time we have together…’"
You trailed off questioningly and looked up at Mikasa through the mirror, who refused to lift her eyes from your hair. Then, after your phrase had lingered in the air for long enough, Mikasa continued your pledge.
"'... In this life and all the ones to follow. You calm me when I'm stressed; you brighten my day when there's darkness–’"
“Hold on, hold on, let me write this down.”
You hurriedly scribbled her words down on your notepad, not noticing the way Mikasa’s eyes had finally left your hair and focused on you through the mirror again. Her heart twisted and a bittersweet smile crossed her face as she prepared to finish her prose.
"You are my soulmate always, but my best friend first.”
who do you think she's marrying????
#mikasa x reader#mikasa ackerman#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#aot#snk#aot x reader#snk x reader#snail.writes
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Wataru Akiyama - When the Sun Goes Down
• Wataru Akiyama x Reader Pt. 1 (Part 2 Here!) • Word Count: 5,583. • Synopsis: In which another, but new 8-6 is found on the usual route home, leading to the introduction of the handsome owner, a date to know him ensues the next day and things go great... until he has to return home in a whole other prefecture. It leaves one girl particularly sad until her date comes up with a plan that keeps their new relationship strong.
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The bells of the school rang out, signaling the end of the day. The students eagerly walked about the corridors to leave, talking with their friends along the way. (Y/N) grabbed her bag and walked down the stairs to change shoes. She found her friends, Takumi and Itsuki across the room.
"Ahh, finally! School's over." Itsuki fist bumped the air.
"We have it again on Monday, Itsuki." (Y/N) said in a sing-song voice, much to the boy's dismay.
"C'mon (Y/N), why'd you have to go and say that?" he crossed his arms and pouted while she and Takumi chuckled. The three walked off the school grounds, talking with each other until they branched off to head home. (Y/N) continued on, turning around the usual corner while glancing at the scenery.
No matter how many times she's seen the same view, it was always pretty to her. She smiled softly, turning her head to look forward and seeing a neat car just ahead.
What's that? It looks like Takumi's 8-6. As she got closer, it ended up looking exactly like Itsuki's Levin, it didn't have the pop-up lights. She looked through the driver side window, seeing something behind the steering wheel. It appeared to be some sort of... gauge? She couldn't get a good look at what it was for.
"Hey."
(Y/N) jumped and turned to her left, seeing a rather good-looking guy leaning against the rear fender of the car. He gave her a charming smile that made her heart flutter.
"H-hi," she stood up straight, a light blush dusting her cheeks, "I uh, was just looking at the car." She said shyly.
He chuckled lightly. "I see that. You like 8-6's, then?"
"Is that what this is? I thought it was an 8-5. I get the two confused, this one doesn't have the little pop-up lights." She said, moving her hands in up and down motions, mimicking the retractable lights.
"It's an 8-6 Levin. Levin's don't have pop-ups, Trueno's do. An 8-5 Trueno has pop-ups, an 8-6 Trueno has them, that sort of thing."
"Ohhh. Why can't people explain it this simple the first time? None of my friends ever talk like that, they always explain it way out of proportion and it's always the high-tech car stuff I'll probably never understand." She made a face of slight annoyance while glaring at a random object. The man's smile grew as he laughed.
"I'm Wataru Akiyama." He held his hand out.
"(Y/N) (L/N)." She smiled and shook it.
"I like it, a pretty name for a pretty girl." He winked, that handsome smile never leaving his face.
"T-thanks, you're pretty t-too. W-wait that's not what I meant. I meant, p-pretty for a guy, in a guy way-" (Y/N) gave up on talking and stared at the new and highly interesting ground.
Wataru chuckled and replied, "You're cute when flustered."
"I'm not flustered." She gave a small 'hmph', crossing her arms, trying to give him and intimidating glare. He only looked at her with an unconvinced expression, saying, Really?
"How about you just show me how your fancy car works." She glanced at the white Levin then back to him.
"I can do that." He said, pushing himself off of the car and opening the door. He pulled the lever to pop open the hood motioned for her to follow.
"Ooh, you got a turbo in it?"
"Yep, the car is turbo-charged. The gauge behind the steering wheel is for it. That's what you were looking at through the window, right?" he tilted his head slightly.
"Yeah, I couldn't see what it was for. What's it sound like?" she looked up at him with excited eyes, wanting to hear the amazing turbo noises. Wataru gave a small head motion for her to follow again, opening the door and waving his hand towards the inside.
"Get in, you can rev her if you like."
"Really?!" (Y/N) asked with a large smile.
"Mhmm, go on." Wataru chuckled, pointing to the car again. She got in, sinking down in the bucket seat and he put the key in the ignition.
"You know manuals?" he questioned.
"Just the general idea of them."
"Okay, the far-left pedal is the clutch, push that all the way in then turn the car on like normal."
(Y/N) did as told, the car turning on with a low growl. Wataru told her she could let off the clutch and to give it some revs. "Go on, she can take it."
She did just that, the whistle of the turbo fluttered beautifully and sounded amazing. She smiled happily doing it a few more times before she got out of the car and gave Wataru a quick hug saying, "Thanks for that, it was awesome!"
He smiled, telling her, "No problem," as he returned her hug with an arm around her shoulders.
(Y/N) unfortunately had to leave, having work to do at home. As she waved, she told him, "I'll see you around sometime!" before turning to continue her route home.
"Hey, wait!"
(Y/N) turned back around to face him. He rubbed the back of his neck a bit shyly before asking, "I was wondering... would you like to go out somewhere with me sometime?" his pale cheeks had been dusted over with a light blush.
"I'd love to! You're a nice guy, Wataru." (Y/N) wore a soft smile on her beautiful features. They agreed on meeting where they were at the same time tomorrow and parted ways.
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Crap, I'm gonna be late. (Y/N) rummaged through her dresser for a suitable outfit to wear but found nothing worthy enough. She really wanted to dress nice for Wataru, but not overdo it. Sighing, she continued pulling clothes out of her dresser, creating a large pile behind her.
"Come on, give me something good..." She stopped and looked to her closet, staring at the door for a minute. She slid it open, searching through more clothes that were hung up on the rack.
"Finally!" she pulled out a summer dress that was light and flowed smoothly; perfect for the day's weather. (Y/N) slipped it on, finding a pair of flat sandals to match it. She looped the straps around her ankles and through the buckle, fixed up her hair, put on a small necklace and bracelet, and grabbed her small purse. Putting the long strap over her head to rest on her shoulder, she left the house.
(Y/N) walked quickly, hoping to get to their meeting spot sooner. She turned corner after corner until she finally saw the newly familiar white 8-6 and Wataru leaning against it. She sped up into a small run, gaining his attention when she got closer.
"I'm sorry I'm late! My clothes decided to give me a hard time today." (Y/N) apologized.
"It's all good, it was definitely worth the wait." He checked her out and smiled. "You look beautiful."
She blushed at his words. "T-thanks."
"Of course. Should we get going then?" he motioned to the Levin, unlocking it. (Y/N) nodded eagerly, hopping in on the other side.
"Is there anywhere in particular you wanted to go to?"
"I couldn't think of anything I haven't done yet. How about you?"
We could go to a restaurant not far from here if you're hungry?" he suggested and started the car.
"That sounds great!" (Y/N) went to put the seat belt on except... it wasn't there?
"Oh, I got harnesses, not regular belts. Here." Wataru leaned over, helping her into them. Her face felt hot at how close he was, being able to smell his cologne as well. He smelled nice, she thought. Once he finished with the belts, he glanced up at her with a rather adorable smile.
"Not too tight?"
"Nope, it's perfect."
He nodded and made a sound of approval, leaning back and harnessing himself in before pulling out onto the road. They arrived at the restaurant rather quickly, a cool breeze passed them as they headed for the entrance. It was perfect weather for sitting outside.
"It's beautiful out today." (Y/N) piped up.
"It is, you want to sit outside?" Wataru asked, looking down at her and she nodded happily. He opened the front door, holding it for her. She thanked him and he smiled with a nod. A hostess greeted them and Wataru asked for an outside table.
The hostess showed them to a corner table that gave a nice view of the town and road slightly below them.
After they ordered drinks, Wataru spoke first. "So, time for classic questions. What are some things you like?"
You, she thought. "I love cars, obviously. I just wish I knew more about them and could learn them easier," they both smiled in amusement, "I also like beaches, animals, street and track races, occasional shopping sprees, and more I can't think of. It's all the normal stuff, really, nothing too exciting."
"Well, you, unlike most girls, are actually very interested in cars and the racing scene, both street and track. I find that highly attractive in a lady."
(Y/N) blushed at the compliment and looked at her drink. "Thank you. What about you, anything you like?"
"8-6's, racing, driving, there's just something about driving that feels great. Being in total control of your car, feeling everything on the road, feeling the give and take the car displays, and also," he paused, looking her up and down again, "you."
(Y/N) slightly choked on her drink, her eyes widening. Her blush became furious and her face felt like it was on fire. "R-really?" she looked down at her lap, shyly playing with a piece of her dress. He smiled, humming "mhmm" as a response.
"Can I take you to another place, if it's not too late for you by now?"
She hadn't even realized how much time had passed. "Yeah, of course. This wasn't the only place you planned on going to?" They walked back to his 8-6 that was sitting pretty in its parking spot.
"Well, I was planning on taking you there another time, but I think it would work out better now." Wataru said as they got in the car, leaving the restaurant.
"You're not telling me where we're going until we get there, are you?"
"Nope."
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"The beach?" (Y/N) sat up straight, gazing out the window. The sunset was reflected over the vast ocean, giving it a breathtaking appearance.
"You told me you liked beaches, so I figured a walk on one couldn't hurt. That, and we got here at the right time, the sunset seems perfect, yeah?" he wore a handsome smile as they walked down the small bridge, onto the sand, and to the shoreline.
"It's beautiful, Wataru." (Y/N)'s smile shone nearly as bright as the sunset's reflection. The two enjoyed each other's presence, slowly walking along the shoreline. Wataru linked his hand with hers, slowly and gently, it was subtle. A faint blush dusted the girl's cheeks and she lightly squeezed his hand in return. He let out a pleased hum, a beautiful grin gracing his features.
As they walked along the shoreline, (Y/N) found a large flat rock to sit on. She dragged Wataru with her and he yelped, surprised at her sudden pull. They sat on the rock, legs stretched out in front of them, and hands still linked together. Facing the horizon, both watched the sparkling ocean and the slow setting of the sun.
"You know," Wataru started, "I don't think I've ever felt this relaxed around anyone before. You have such a calm demeanor, it's a real nice change of pace." Still gazing at the sunset with a peaceful smile, he spoke again. "I've never been this happy in any of my past relationships. They were always so... well, too energetic all the time. They always wanted to go and do something instead of chilling out for a day, sit and take it all in, like right now," Wataru turned his gaze to her, "it's only been a day and you've made the happiest that I've been in a long time."
(Y/N)'s smile was that of adoration. She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning in for a hug, and resting her head on his shoulder. He did the same, his arm around her side securely. They cuddled until the last bit of the sun had finally set, leaving only a few dim shades of light left.
"I want to take you to one last place, if that's alright?"
"I'd love to, you've proven to be full of pleasant surprises."
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They drove to Akina, reaching the top at the lake. It was dark, and the stars that shined above them were reflected over the still water. Wataru lied on the hood of the car and pat the spot next to him for (Y/N) to join him. She lied down with him, being sure not to scratch the paint.
"Thank you for all of this Wataru, it's amazing." (Y/N) faced him, meeting his beautiful brown eyes.
"You deserve it. I didn't think I'd fall for someone this quickly, but you're really something else." He softly rubbed the side of her cheek. (Y/N) smiled at his touch, gently holding his wrist. He moved in closer until their lips brushed lightly against the other's. Wataru met her soft gaze, silently asking for approval. (Y/N) closed the distance between them and their lips molded together perfectly. His were soft, smooth, and gentle against her own.
His hand moved from her cheek to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling themselves lightly through her hair. (Y/N) propped herself up on an arm, getting a more comfortable angle. She leaned over him, her other arm resting on his chest. Wataru weaved his fingers back into her hair as they reinitiated the kiss.
He pulled her closer by the waist, being almost fully on top of him. He hummed in the kiss, satisfied, and a small grin creeped its way onto his face. It felt like their loving kisses had gone on forever until they slowly pulled away, blushes dusted over their cheeks.
"Maybe I should get you home now, it's quite late." He helped her up, his arm still wrapped around her waist.
"Yeah, don't want my parents to start worrying." (Y/N) lightly chuckled, and Wataru gave her a small peck on her lips before they were back in the car.
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"Turn right then go down a bit further." Wataru listened to (Y/N)'s instructions. He turned onto her house's road and pointed to it when it was in view. He pulled over in front of the small driveway and parked the car.
Before (Y/N) got out, he quickly said, "I have to go home."
"Well, you'd think so, right?" she looked at him quizzically.
"I mean... I live in Saitama."
"Oh... then," she paused, "what are you doing way over here?"
"My parents wanted my sister and I to help our aunt with her hotel for a few weeks. Tonight, is when we leave to go home."
(Y/N) sat in silence, thinking his words over before hesitantly asking, "You're going to come back, right?"
"Of course, I will. I might not be able to do it often, but I can once a week at least. It's a little over a two-hour drive, but I'd drive anywhere to see you." He smiled reassuringly, running a hand over her hair.
(Y/N) leaned over the center console, hugging him tightly. He returned the gesture immediately, leaving light kisses on her head and nuzzling his nose against her hair.
"When will you come back?" she asked, her voice muffled by the hug.
"Are Friday's alright? I know you have school, but I work on weekends. It's the closest I can get to a weekend type of day."
"As long as I get to see you, I don't care what day it is."
"Then it's settled. I'll pick you up from school every Friday, and we can do anything you want for the rest of the day."
(Y/N) nodded eagerly and Wataru made a sound of amusement. He hooked a finger under her chin, lifting her head up before he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He gave one more on her forehead and pulled away, motioning to the house. "Go on, I'll see you Friday, alright?" his soft voice had an adorable smile to match.
"Okay." She smiled solemnly, and opened the door. She stopped abruptly and turned around, cupping his face with both hands and giving him a passionate kiss. She then got out of the car as quickly as she turned around, shut the door and sped walked into her house.
Wataru sat in shock from just how fast the girl did all of that. Once he was out of it, he laughed and said, "That girl," then pulled onto the road, heading home.
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The bell rang throughout the school, signaling that it was lunch time. The class was dismissed, and (Y/N) went to get her food. She met Takumi and Itsuki on the roof, seeing as they beat her there.
"Hey guys!" she waved, walking over to them.
"Hey (Y/N), how are you?" Takumi spoke first.
"Doing fine, can't wait until school's over, though."
"Ugh, you and me both..." Itsuki piped up, "Hey, I've been wondering... you seem a lot happier on Fridays..." He paused and rubbed his chin, looking at (Y/N) with his overly suspicious expression. "So, what you doing these days, hmm?" he got closer, staring at her with wide eyes, waiting for an answer.
"Uh, well last month I went on a date and it had been fantastic. Thing is, he lives in another prefecture and works on weekends, so he visits every Friday after school."
Itsuki's eyes widened like saucers and he stopped moving. "You got a boyfriend?! And you didn't tell us? You didn't tell me?! Come on, (Y/N) we're friends here, you got to talk to me about these things." He continued to ramble on and complain, like always.
"So, what's his name, anyway?" he gave her another serious expression.
"Wataru." She blushed at the sound of his name. Itsuki squinted suspiciously at her once again.
"Hmm... What's his last name?"
"What does that have to do with-"
"Just answer the question!"
"Akiyama! Sheesh." (Y/N) raised her hands in surrender. "Why did you want to know, anyway?"
"Does he have a sister?"
"Yes."
"Is her name Kazumi?"
"Um, yeah, I think so."
"Aww man..." Itsuki looked down and sighed heavily. "I haven't seen her since she had to go back home in Saitama. And her brother was a real jerk." He mumbled more to himself than to her.
"You mean Wataru?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, him. Takumi raced him on Shomaru Pass. Before that though, he got all pissed off, saying Takumi lied about not knowing what the new engine in his 8-6 was. Takumi doesn't know engines, so obviously he wasn't lying. But the guy took one look at it, then boom, he just got angry at Takumi. He took off after that, leaving Kazumi with me. We ended up sleeping in the 8-5 that night. Man, I miss her..." He mumbled the last sentence with a sad look on his face.
"He's one of the nicest guys I've met. He's been nothing but sweet." (Y/N) said.
"Maybe when it comes to you, yeah, but with 8-6s and other things he seems to get moody when he thinks you're lying."
"Well, I think you guys might have just left a bad first impression is all; it happens." She shrugged.
"I guess... hey! Do you think you could convince him to bring Kazumi sometime? I want to see her!" Itsuki dropped to his knees, begging (Y/N) dramatically.
"I can ask him, but can't promise anything. He's probably driving here now, so it might be another time."
"You mean he drives all the way from Saitama every week?" Itsuki asked and the bell rang, signaling lunch was over. The group packed their things, walking back to class.
"Yeah, like I said earlier, he drives here every Friday and picks me up from school. After that, we go out for the rest of the day then he goes home."
"How long has this been going on? Ugh... all this time I could've seen Kazumi every week." Itsuki put on another pouting face.
Takumi rolled his eyes and said, "Come on Itsuki, stop being such a baby."
"Huh?! Me?! You're on to talk, Takumi." He argued.
"I'm not a baby..." Takumi replied with the daydream tone he uses while thinking.
(Y/N) giggled at the boys' antics as she followed them. They argued about girls and Takumi reminding him about being something called a 'lonely driver'.
They took their seats in the next class, trudging through the teacher's lecture, writing notes and answering questions. The process repeated for the last few agonizingly slow hours until the dismissal bell rang. (Y/N) shot up and packed her things quickly. Speed walking across the halls and down the stairs, she changed her shoes. Just as she got outside, she heard the familiar sound of a turbo pull into the small pick-up lot. People nearby stopped and watch the Levin park next to the sidewalk. They talked amongst themselves about the car and girls started to talk about good Wataru looked when he got out of the car.
"Remember to ask him about bringing Kazumi, you got that?" (Y/N) jumped and turned around, seeing Itsuki. He pointed back and forth between her and Wataru with a serious look.
She let out an exasperated sigh and replied, "Yeah, yeah, I'll ask him. No promises though." She turned and left, hearing Itsuki do a small cheer and most likely one of his weird dances.
"Taru!" He looked towards her direction and smiled when he saw her.
"(Y/N), how are you?" he greeted the same way he did every week.
"Doing great, and you?" she hugged him and felt his arms wrap around her.
A lot better now that you're here."
"You're such a ladies' man."
"Only for you," he winked, making her giggle and small blush. "What did you have in mind for today?"
She shrugged, "You normally have this better planned out than I do. I can barely think of anything."
"Well, what do girls like to do on the weekends?"
"Call their girl-friends and talk about boys." She smiled cheekily.
Wataru made an unimpressed expression before laughing, not being able to hold his straight face.
He's so cute when he laughs. (Y/N) mentally squealed at the adorable sight. When his laughter died down, he asked about going to the mall then out for dinner, to which she eagerly agreed.
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The couple spent a few hours going into different stores, looking at what they had to offer. Taru had gently pulled (Y/N) in a different direction, towards a dress shop.
"Dresses?" she tilted her head, looking at few next to her.
"Wear one to dinner?" he asked with a glimmer in his eyes.
She smiled and nodded, "Sure, which one?"
"You're just gonna have to try them on until we find the right one." He grinned childishly.
(Y/N) tried on dress after dress for about fifteen minutes until she walked out in a (F/C) one. It was floor-length, light, flowy, and had a small sash around the waist that had small gems in it.
Wataru was looking through other dresses and she called out to him. "Taru?"
He looked over and stopped moving at the sight of her. He slightly nodded to himself before quickly saying, "Yep, that's the one, I'm getting it for you." He looked over her in awe, humming pleasantly. "Damn, it's perfect on you." (Y/N) smiled shyly, giving a small thank you. She went back to change out of the dress then to the register where Wataru paid for it.
Before they left, she changed back into the dress and they went straight to dinner. The couple got a seat in the back corner and talked as they waited for their orders. Their conversations ranged from embarrassing childhood moments, to what they dreamed of doing in the future. Topics of building cars, somehow turned to talking about the weirdest and possibly even creepiest things they've seen or heard. Date nights with Taru were never a dull moment.
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Wataru drove her back home and the thought of him leaving again was killing her. She came out of her thoughts when she heard the e-brake being pulled up. She looked out the window and saw her house. She sighed, unbuckling herself and look at Wataru. He gave her a knowing and sympathetic smile. He got out of the car and she followed, meeting him on his side. He pulled her in for a loving hug, (Y/N) resting her head against his chest, and that was when her tears fell.
He put his head on top of hers, running his hand soothingly through her hair as the other held her tightly. She only hugged him harder when he left soft kisses on her head.
"It's gonna be okay," he said softly, "I'm coming back. I know it hurts, love, I feel the same." More of her tears fell as she shook slightly.
"Maybe this will get easier when you graduate. You won't be stuck on a schedule and you'll have a lot more time open. Just a couple more months to go, until then, I'll always come back and see you, alright?" he reassured her softly, and (Y/N) nodded shakily in response.
He gently pulled away and took his jacket off, wrapping it around her shoulders. "You hold onto that until next week, and I'll bring a different one to switch it out with. We'll keep switching each week until you graduate, then you can steal as many of them as you want from me. How's that sound?" he gave her the sweet smile of his that she loved.
"Mhmm." (Y/N) nodded, wiping her tears and smiled up at him; his smiles were contagious. Taru cupped her cheeks with both hands, planting three soft kisses on her face: one on the forehead, one on the nose, and one on the lips. When he pulled back, he wiped away the last few tears on her cheeks.
"I love you."
"I love you too." She replied quickly, almost desperately.
"I'll see you soon, okay?"
(Y/N) hummed in response and pulled him down for one last kiss. She made her way to the house and he opened the door to his car, but before he got in, he looked back at her and said, "Be good in school. Get good grades. Don't cause trouble." She turned around, seeing he had an expression that your dad would give you when he sternly tells you to be good. (Y/N) laughed, some happiness making its way back in. Taru made the 'I'm watching you' finger motions before he winked and finally drove off. Her smile faded a bit as she watched him leave.
Fridays became the best and worst days of my life. I got to see you and spend time with you. But you would always have to leave to go back home... when the sun goes down.
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Finally, graduation! A slow two months passed by and we're finally here. (Y/N) sat in between Takumi and Itsuki. Itsuki looked like he was about to cry. She leaned towards Takumi and whispered, "For someone who hated school, he sure seems upset about it ending." He looked at her then the boy in question.
The brunette chuckled, quietly replying with, "He does."
As student's names were called, they stood and went up to the stage to receive their diplomas. One name after another was called until (Y/N)'s was next.
"(Y/N) (L/N)." She walked up to the stage, taking her well-deserved diploma and bowing respectfully to her teachers and headmaster, thanking them. The student's clapped and a quick, loud whistle sounded from the back of the room. She looked over, seeing Wataru standing next to a wall, smiling proudly at her. She walked off the stage, making her way over to him and ran the rest of the short distance until she was tightly hugging him.
"The torture is finally over." She sighed in relief.
"See? Staying out of trouble and getting good grades does do wonders." He replied with a playful tone.
"Says the troublesome street racer."
Wataru wore a mock offended expression. "Me? Troublesome? Hardly."
"Mhmm. Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Taru." She giggled at their playful banter.
All of the students had received their diplomas and were standing about, talking in their groups. (Y/N) found Takumi and Itsuki outside and joined them.
"Hey (Y/N)." They greeted at the same time.
"What happened to Wataru? Weren't you two leaving right after this?" Takumi asked.
"We will soon, he went to the car to get a little present. It's for Itsuki." She smiled at him.
"Why would he want to give me anything?" he asked, confused.
"Itsuki?" a sweet, high-pitched voice rang out from behind (Y/N). She moved to the side and revealed Kazumi wearing a cute smile.
"Kazumi?!" Itsuki's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
"Hi." She waved and a huge smile was plastered on the boy's face as he hugged her. (Y/N) turned to Wataru and he shrugged, wrapping his arm around her, he took her to his Levin. Itsuki yelled, "Thank you, (Y/N)!" and she turned, giving him a wave.
The couple got in the car and strapped themselves in.
"I don't why he's thanking me, you brought her."
"You did say that he told you to ask me, so technically he's right to do it."
"I suppose."
"So, should we go straight to your place and pack your stuff, or did you want to go somewhere first?"
"To the house, I've been dying to see Saitama."
"To the house it is." Wataru pulled out onto the road.
"Are we bringing Kazumi back with us or is she staying with Itsuki?"
"We arranged for her to stay at our aunt's hotel for the two weeks. As long as she keeps in touch with where she's going and what time she'll be back, she can stay. She is still a bit forgetful about that stuff. So, when we get to my place it'll just be us, and my parents when they're home, of course." Wataru blushed and rubbed his neck.
"That's fine." She giggled.
They arrived at (Y/N)'s house and she led him up to her room.
"So, this is what it looks like. Cute." He looked around, seeing all the pictures of (Y/N) with friends and family, small decorations she had around the room, and a few posters on the walls. (Y/N) was busy packing a large bag with everything she needed or wanted to bring. She stuffed clothes, a couple dresses, and shoes into it before zipping it up.
"Am I gonna be surprised to see what your room looks like?" she smiled cheekily.
"Probably not," he chuckled, "it's most likely going to be the same as what most car guy's rooms look like."
"And that is?"
"You'll see." Taru smirked and she pouted, throwing her bag over her shoulder and grabbing his arm.
"Then let's go! The sooner we get there, the sooner I get to see it!" She beelined it downstairs, nearly dragging Wataru with her. She put her bag in the hatch of the 8-6 and her parents joined them outside, (Y/N) hugging them both.
"Have fun you two! Be careful, alright?" (Y/N)'s mother said.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Her dad told them, moving his finger back and forth between them.
"That's not a lot of things, dad."
"Yeah, yeah, you know I mean." He waved his hand and walked back into the house, leaving the three to laugh. Her mother stayed, waving as they drove off, heading straight for Saitama.
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"Wow, it's beautiful here." (Y/N) looked around in awe. They lived right next to a lake, the trees around the house were gorgeous, and it was quiet.
"Yeah, but I'm looking at better." She turned towards him, seeing a smirk on his features. She smiled and rolled her eyes, getting her bag out of the hatch. Wataru showed her around the house before they got to his room.
"Now I see what you mean." She said, averting her gazes from the bucket seat in the corner, to various car parts in another spot, and posters of 8-6s on the walls.
"Yep. Not what you were expecting?" he sat on the bed.
"I was half expecting this, and half expecting the posters to have girls sitting in front of the cars. I'm kind of glad it isn't that one."
Wataru laughed, "I also have a lot of car magazines. No girls in them though, promise." He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to the bed, lying down. He rested his head on her stomach, keeping his arms in their place. (Y/N) brushed her fingers through his soft hair and he sighed contently.
The couple stayed in that position for a long while, slowly falling asleep as the sun set. She heard him whisper, "I love you," and a soft smile crept onto her face as she said, "I love you too."
They wanted to do this every night – fall asleep in each other's arms, so comfortably, when the sun goes down.
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a little bit of you, a little bit of me
— pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader
— summary: Tommy and you had a one night stand right when Tommy was 18 and you were 17 and you fell pregnant with a baby girl- but wanted to convince your husband it’s his- so Tommy grew up seeing his daughter every day grow up in the street and with her other dad. And on her eighteenth birthday she comes into the garrison for a drink with a purpose to meet Tommy.
This is requested by an anonymous, although the request was slightly different, I have modified it a bit and I hope you like it.🤍
A/N- I just modified it a bit because I am really not good with the timelines so there might a slight difference in the age . Let's just assume this is set in 1908 which I suppose is when Tommy would be 18? and then later in 1926 when Grace had been shot and all [end of season 3 - beginning season 4] I'm not sure and my math sucks please correct me but I think Tommy was born in 1890 or something I could be seriously wrong though.
— warnings: mentions of extra marrital relationship, trigger warnings, unplanned pregnancy , a lot of angst (Please do not read if you're not comfortable, thank you.)
*Please reblog if you like it, do not repost or claim my work as yours.
[My Masterlist]
You were only seventeen when your parents succumbed to bankruptcy and disease, leaving you an orphan, an only child; but not without ensuring that you were married off to a young man. You weren't in love with him, or with anyone else, and thus, it was easy for you to accept.
With the war not yet begun, you and your husband moved to Birmingham City, hoping to find yourself a place to live at half the rent as compared to London.
And it was during that time, when you met Tommy Shelby, a young lad who lived four houses away from yours.
It was innocent at first, just a glance through the window, or a mindless bump against each other on the road which then developed into greetings and then smiles until finally, one day, when you found yourself sat by the docks late one evening, shielded by unwanted, prying eyes with Tommy Shelby next to you, talking about life in general.
You opened up, telling him about how you were never lucky enough to find someone to love, and to marry for love. Although you had utmost respect for your husband, you couldn't bring yourself to love him, yet. But it wasn't all sad talks.
Sometime, in between the morose and sad revelations, a lighter topic broke out, and they two of you began talking of your favourite pass times, your hobbies and the most embarassing moments of your life.
"Don't you have to go back home, [Y/N]? Isn't someone bloody waiting back home?" Tommy raised an eyebrow, his eyes glistening with amusement and you snorted, pressing your index finger into his chest playfully as you pushed yourself up.
"So, Tommy, what are we friends now?" You remembered smirking, the corners of your plump lips curving into a devilish grin as you stood up, wiping the back of your skirt with your palm.
"Do you want us to be?" He smirked back, and reached forward trying to grab the hem of your skirt, but you dodged, biting your lip as you shook your head, running your hand through your hair.
"Friends don't grab a lady's skirt, Mr. Shelby," you curled your lips teasingly, and taking Tommy by surprise, your fingers slid through his matted hair ruffling them up, before you darted off, the sound of your running the only voice audible to Tommy as he kept sitting by the docks, grinning.
That was only the beginning; and the flirt only rose after that, it didn't die down, no matter how much you knew it was wrong. You couldn't help yourself be attracted to him.
"[Y/N], are you going out, eh?"
You stopped, mid steps, your coat halfway through your arms as you slowly turned around and gave your husband a nervous smile.
"We're out of bread, and tomatoes, and eggs. I thought I'd stock up for two days." You looked at him, glancing at him through your fluttering eyelids, and he simply nodded, pulling a lit cigarette up to his lips, "Don't be gone long, love. It's going to get dark outside."
You grabbed your purse, and fixing your hair with your hands, you pulled open the front door and ran out of your home. You looked left, and right before you crossed the road to the other side and slid through a cramped alley, ducking underneath the clothes that were hanging to dry off from ropes.
Finally, Tommy was in sight.
His hair were disheveled, and his shirt had dust stains on it but you didn't mind; he was perfect in your eyes. You smiled, parting your lips, your tongue sliding out of your mouth as you moistened your lower lip. Your walking turned to running, and the next second, you were standing chest to chest with him, his hand fixed on the low of your back, holding you against him.
"You—"
"Don't, Tommy. Don't make me change my bloody mind," you whispered immediately, cutting him off.
His palm came to rest on your cheek, his thumb stroking against your supple flesh, his blues fixed on yours. You could see the ocean in your eyes, and although you were guilty in that moment for willingly be ready to give yourself to this boy, your guilt was far less than the feelings your heart held for him.
"This one time, Tommy—" you whispered, placing your palm against the fabric of his dusty shirt and balling it into your fist, pulling him closer, you blinked, giving him a nod.
It all flew by in a buzz then. One moment, the two of you were laughing like little kids, chasing after a butterfly, your hand entwined in his, as the two of you ran through the alleys one after the other. Tommy pulled you into one of the structures, made out of bright red brick walls, until he shut the door and pressed you against it, both his hands gripping your neck, his lips pressed to you.
Kisses, moans and gasps. Feelings, passion and unshed tears.
"Can you leave him for me?" Tommy whispered against your ear as he undressed you slowly, his fingers sliding over your bare velvet like skin, making heat and current radiate all through you.
Amongst moans and archs of of pleasure, the crowning and the curling of your toes and Tommy showed you the stars, as he filled you up completely, you moving in sync with him, like dancing to a slow song, you couldn't help but wish.. that maybe you had met him a few months back.
"You know I can't. It's too late now.." Would things have been different then? Would he have married you and then left for war?
"I know love, I know. I'm sorry I didn't find you before." He moaned into your ear, his fingers tracing your spine.
"Tommy.." You threw your head back, your fingers tightly clutching the sweaty boy's head in front of you, as you felt him teasingly bite you on the nape of your neck, all the while, his movements now becoming sloppier inside of you, and the two of you came, and collapsed in each other's arms.
The two of you remained entwined in each other, holding on to each other like either of you would slip into the sands of time. Finally, Tommy's hold on you relaxed, and he brought his fingers to your face, stroking through your sweaty hair, that were sticking to your face.
"This is goodbye then, love?"
You looked up at him, your eyes shriveled with unshed tears, and inexplicable emotions as you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, "I will still see you, only the world will never know. Maybe someday.."
Tommy was true to his words, and he never let anyone find out, about that one slip of the moment the two of you had shared, that had led to the creation of the light of your life.
Days turned to weeks, and weeks flew by, turning into months and Tommy watched you from afar as you walked down the street with a friend of yours whose name was Greta. Your head hung low, your stomach bloomed and swollen, the glow on your face bright enough to compete with the brightness of the sun. He was happy for you. You deserved to be happy, and he was okay, even if it wasn't with him.
Upon seeing you with a smile on your radiant face as you entered the bakery, Tommy could not control himself, something that he had been doing for months now at the sight of you. He pushed open the bakery door, with a tiny jingle of the bell, and that caused you to turn towards the door, your eyes immediately widening at the sight of him.
He kept his eyes fixed on you for a second before he looked away, and fixed himself on the counter right next to you, as he began looking around, looking for anything he could buy and not be suspected.
You pulled the coins out of your purse and handed them to the bakery owner, and with one glance at him, nodding in courtesy, you turned away, hurriedly walking out of it. Your steps were fast, as fast a six months pregnant young lady could walk and thus, it was easy for Tommy to catch up to you.
"Greta," you looked at your friend, your eyes widened, and the girl next to you smiled.
"Go," she whispered and looked around, just to see if there were any prying eyes that were looking at the two of you.
You slowly stepped into the alley, and Tommy followed until he had you in a corner, and his eyes fell to your stomach. You parted your lips but all that came out was thin air.
"I'm sorry, love. I couldn't bloody keep myself away from you. You look beautiful."
You gave him a tiny, lingering smile, fluttering your lashes as you looked down at your belly and then back at him, "Liar. I feel humongous."
"You're a sight for my sore eyes, love," his words were breaking you down, piece by piece. The wall that you had created, the thin wall of what was right and what was wrong was slowly crumbling down again. Your lips ached, your body ached, for his touch, once again. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Finally, you opened your eyes again, and with a finality, you said, "Find yourself a nice girl, Tom. I want you to be happy."
A woman he did find. As time flew by, Tommy did find love again in your best friend, Greta Jurossi, and you were happy for them. You lay in your bed, your sheets coiled over you, covering up your modesty as the midwife examined you. Waves of pain flushed through you, causing you to ball the fabric of the bedding and the towels and let out cries of anguish. Your husband was downstairs, walking up and down; his shoulders tense, listening to your cries of pain.
After fourteen hours, you finally held your little black haired girl to your chest. Your heart filled with unconditional love; as you kissed the mass of her hair, you realised you couldn't love anyone else like you loved this girl.
Tommy held Greta's hand as the two of them entered their spot under the bridge. He pushed her to the wall, keeping a hand at the back of her head so she didn't hit it against the wall as he kissed her and finally made love to her.
"Why do you look like you've seen a bloody ghost, love?" Tommy's eyebrows perked up, as he pulled out a cigarette and flicked it to his lips, lighting it with a match.
"Not a ghost, Tommy, it's just that Marigold keeps us up all night long, she is such a fussy babe," Greta sighed, smiling softly when the image of your baby girl flashed infront of her eyes. She was in love with that little angel, but she knew she was Tommy's, you had told her this as you were her bestfriend. She looked down at her hands momentarily before looking up at Tommy, pursing her lips. She knew this man, and you, better than anyone in the world and she could read your faces like a book.
"Sometimes, I wonder," she hopped off the place she was seated at, pulling her skirts properly at place before she bent down as pulled up her stockings. Tommy took a drag of the cigarette and flicked it away, stepping on it, "What would have been if she would have left him."
"She made her decision, Greta, and I respect it," Tommy called out and she flinched, slowly turning towards him, chewing on the insides of her cheeks.
"Still, it's tragic, isn't it? Watching her everyday and knowing she can never be yours?" She whispered.
"I've made my peace with it." Tommy grumbled, under his breath, shaking his head as he threw his hand towards her and she accepted, entwining their fingers together as he pulled her into him.
"She made me swear something, but I can't keep it inside me anymore. This secret.. I feel like you deserve to know. Will you keep it?" Greta suddenly stopped walking and turned towards him, placing her hand delicately over his chest, and giving it a soft stroke.
"What is it, love?" He asked, his voice husky, and low. He kept his eyes fixed on her, like fireflies drawn to a source of light, that light being the impassivity of her words.
"Marigold is yours, Tommy. She's your daughter. She's got your eyes, and that sweet little smile."
Tommy parted his lips, as if wanting to say something, just anything but he felt like someone had choked him. He couldn't speak. No words flew out of his plump, trembling lips. Waves of anxiety suddenly flushed through him, and he clenched his fists, drawing his hands away from her as a gnawing emptiness filled him up.
Nothing felt worse than the bitter, aching slice his heart felt; as though someone had shot him through his heart, and the bullet was now lodged through. Yet he couldn't bring himself to hate you, although you had never told him, not once in these nine or so months that the baby you were carrying was his.
He laid back down, his head resting against the hard pillow. His mind was intoxicated, his thinking fuzzy yet he couldn't throw out the anguish he was feeling, no matter how hard he tried. The girl he had grown to love, the girl who had pulled him out of the feelings he had for you, the girl who had breathed life into his cold heart once again, the girl he wanted to marry, destiny snatched her away from him like a joke. Was he cursed to not be with the one his heart desired the most?
With a heavy heart, and a tormented soul, Thomas Shelby and his brothers left for war.
The war lasted for years, and so did Tommy, and every single time he felt like death was lurking close by, it never really touched him. When war was over, Tommy Shelby returned a different man, a man with a hollow heart, mind tormented completely differently now. He could hear the shovels in his mind, the clawing of metal against metal. He returned from war, and so did your husband and as the years passed, Tommy watched his daughter grow up, from a young little petal into a full blooming flower, and he never said a word. It was like a silent promise made to you, to protect your honour, something he had sworn with his life.
As the years passed, the hollow void left by you and by Greta slowly died down, and Tommy found himself a woman called Grace. She was enchanting, and she made Tommy feel whole again, complete again, although the shovels never stopped, no matter how hard he tried. Yet, Tommy didn't stop silently watching over the little girl that lived across the street, Marigold.
"Tommy, love?" Grace asked him one day, as she rolled over in bed, the sheets wrapped around her tiny frame and she laid her hand on his rising and falling chest, her fingers tenderly stroking his flesh, "Does that girl mean something to you? I've seen you look at her when she steps out with her mother out on the street, your face lights up."
Tommy didn't reply and instead buried his face into her side, letting himself get lost in her sweet fragrance, soaking him up. When he didn't answer, Grace didn't ask again, but the question remained at the back of her mind, until the day she left Tommy and went to London, breaking his heart all over again.
Just three months later, Tommy found himself standing at the back, his head hung low, staring at the wet soiled ground as your husband's coffin was lowered to the ground. You sniffled, your palm pressed to your lips, as you pulled Marigold closer to you, letting the thirteen year old child grieve, and cry her heart out as her father was lowered to the ground.
As the guests started dispersing, the two of you kept sitting in the front, on chairs that had been put out for you by someone kind. Tommy slowly walked up to you, hesitant and reluctant. Marigold was the first one to look up and Tommy felt his heart swell at the sight of her. It was like he was staring at himself, the same ocean like eyes, her hair just the same amount of dark like Tommy's were, the nose was, however, you and so were the lips. This was the first time Tommy felt he had seen her this close, and the more he saw her, the more he felt how she was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes across.
You looked up then, and a faint, weak smile crossed your lips,"You came, Tommy? I never thought.."
"If you need anything, I'll always be here for you," that was the only words he could bring himself to say to you for he had by now, suffered so much, he had leaned to lock the young boy that had fallen in love with you, away in a corner. You watched, your eyes cloudy, as he left the cemetery, and you weeks later, left Birmingham, never to look back again.
1926,
The warm liquid rushed down the canal in Tommy's throat. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair messy and tumultuous, dark bags already forming under his eyes as he has been working mostly through the nights. Garrison was as usual, crowded but the Shelby room provided him with the solitude and the peace that he didn't find anywhere else.
It was just then when a knock resonated from the door and his head snapped upwards as Curly poked his head through.
"What's gone wrong now, Curly?" He said, dryly.
"Tommy, a young girl who goes by the name Marigold says she has some unfinished business with you?" He knew instantly who she was. He hesitated for a bit, his fists clenching slightly before he nodded, "Let her in and close the door, Curly."
Marigold bit her lip, yes she had a purpose to be here and yes, she had thought she had motivated herself enough to finally do this, yet one look at the man seated in front of her made her insides churn with nervousness. This was much difficult as it appeared to be.
"Take a seat, Miss.." Tommy pointed towards the empty couch in front of him and she nodded, absentmindedly sitting down with her hands now resting against her lap, "Marigold [Y/L/N]."
Tommy raised an eyebrow, regarding her through his cold, ocean like eyes, "You don't go by your father's name?"
Marigold didn't reply; instead she gave him a knowing smile and Tommy leaned forward, letting his elbows rest against the table, his hand absentmindedly grabbing his glass of whiskey, "Curly said you had some, eh, unfinished business?"
She nodded, her fingers toying nervously with other.
"Care to walk me home, Mr. Shelby? We can talk while we walk."
"Alright then," Tommy nodded as he stood up downing the drink in one go and began reaching for his coat, "I'll walk you home then," Tommy's eyes flickered as he waited for Marigold to walk out first, and once she did, he closed the door behind her and walked out of the Garrison.
Tommy couldn't describe the feeling; although there were no words, there was a warmth. Right next to him, his little girl, now not so little anymore, walked. Slowly, he craned his neck towards her as he pulled out a smoke and flung it to his lips, "How is your mother?"
"Growing old, that's her words, not mine."
Tommy smiled, looking up at the sky, his eyes fixing on the moon for a split second before he looked at her again, "I'm sure she is just exaggerating, yeah."
"Mr. Shelby, it mind sound like I am poking my bloody nose into your business, but I think I deserve to know. There was something between my mother and you once, wasn't there?" She suddenly asked, as blunt as a knife. She had the same fire burning in her eyes, like that in her real father's.
Tommy faltered upon hearing her words though, for he hadn't expected her to ask him this. He paused for a minute, looking at her with a perplexity, he wasn't sure how to answer her. She waited for a second and finally, reached out, grabbing the lit cigarette from his hand and flung it to her lips, taking a drag of it.
"Why would you think that ey?" Tommy blew out.
"Come on, Mr. Shelby, I'm not a little girl any more. I remember you at my father's funeral, the way you looked at my mother, even my dad didn't look at her that way. Come with me," Marigold suddenly grabbed Tommy's hand rather inappropriately if anyone was looking at the interaction and she began walking in a fast pace towards the building now right in front of her eyes.
"Hey, will you bloody slow down?" Tommy tried, but she was headstrong, and the grip of her on Tommy's hand was strong, although Tommy could pullout his hand in one jerk, yet he didn't. This felt personal and it somehow, warmed his heart.
Marigold finally came to pause, her hand letting Tommy's wrist go as her hand flung to her chest, and she began gasping like a fish for air, looking at Tommy.
"Now are you going to answer me? My mum's asleep upstairs by the way." The girl bit her lip, looking from Tommy, pointing her finger upwards, and Tommy realized that she had brought him to her house.
"Did your.. mother.. ever remarry?"
Tommy finally muttered, in a low voice although he had no bloody idea of whether he was ready to hear the answer or not.
"No, she didn't, Mr. Shelby." Tommy felt he could breathe again.
"Is that the unfinished business you wanted to talk about? Because its late and I don't want your mother worrying about you, Marigold," Tommy's eyes remained stoic, not a sign of emotion reflecting in his ice like radiant face. "Goodnight then," He turned away, letting his hands slide into the pockets of his coat when she called out from behind him, making him freeze on spot.
"I know you're my father, Mr. Shelby. That makes me Marigold Shelby, doesn't it?"
Tommy turned around, slow as a snail, and fixated his eyes on her. She had half the door open and she was leaning against it, her chin resting against the back of her hand with which she was holding the door and smiling.
"What did you say?" Tommy almost choked out, surprised.
"Aunt Greta left me some letters, for when I would turn eighteen. She left you some too, if you want?" She slid her hand into the pocket of her trench coat and pulled out a letter that still had a seal on it. Slowly, she extended her hand and Tommy looked from her to the letter, his hand trembling as he took it. It had Greta's signature on it. He blinked, an inner turmoil forming inside of him. Finally, he gave up, and handed the letter back to her.
"Won't you read it?" She asked, confused.
Tommy sighed, "It's better for the dead to stay dead."
"Christ, Marigold, what's gotten into you?" You frowned and watched your eighteen your old act like a five year old, her arms crossed against her chest, as she blinked, impatiently, "Mum, can you hurry up and get dressed? We are going to miss the 7 o'clock show."
"Alright, alright. I'm getting ready. Don't make a fuss, love."
Now, an hour later, you were stack in an almost empty movie hall, watching the black and white movie that Marigold was so interested in watching. And next to you on the right hand side was the man you had least expected to be there, Thomas Shelby.
"She planned this all, didn't she?" You whispered, leaning towards him. It was only days back Marigold had told you everything, especially about Greta's letters and you had been shocked. Now here he was, days after the revelation, and it couldn't have been a coincidence.
"You know I can't bloody say no to her. If it were up to you, I would have never known she was mine." Tommy whispered back, and you stiffened.
"Greta played a nice game," you drawled, absentmindedly turning towards Tommy, who was looking at you with a look of amusement in his eyes.
"What?"
"You're still beautiful. And look sixteen."
You flushed, your cheeks turning a scarlet red, and you were thankful you were in a dimly lit movie hall, and he couldn't really see. If amazed you, how almost nineteen years after you had ended things with Tommy Shelby, he still gave you butterflies, like you were eighteen again,"Jesus, Tommy stop. You're not eighteen anymore, and neither am I."
"Jesus, mum, dad, can the two of you please stop? I'm trying to watch something." The eighteen year old protested, but unbeknownst to the two of you, she had an amused, content smile playing against her lips, as she forced herself to look away.
You glanced at Tommy, and without uttering another word, you slowly sunk into him, letting your head rest against his shoulder, and your hand snuck into his, your fingers entwining with his.
If the two of you were eighteen and seventeen again, who would have thought that it would take losing Greta, and losing your husband to finally end up in Tommy's arms nineteen years later?
What made you smile, however was the fact that he was still the same; he still smelled the same like he did before the same lingering smell of burnt cigarettes and alcohol, mixed with a strong scent of musk; his hands were the same amount of calloused and warm, and your hands still fit perfectly into his. You were sure his lips would too, but maybe that was a thing for another time. You wanted to enjoy this night, watching the film, as a family of three.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC
Warning: Angst, Sadness.
Summary: Charmaine's first mission with the team but it doesn't end well and the team loses a member.
Go to the series masterlist before you read this chapter, if this is your first time: Charmaine
A/N: Okay so I feel way more comfortable posting this chapter after I said I wasn't going to post the rest. Let me know if this cringy, I love feedback.
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The day was Friday and it was the same as any other day, Charmaine was back home from her class, Peter was getting out of school, the team either train or helped find the location of the Hydra base that held the scepter. One month after the avengers been staying in the tower. The relationship between Charm and Bucky was growing every day, at times they act like a couple without even noticing.
"Did you enjoy dinner?" Charm questioned while washing the few dishes that were in the sink. Bucky walked over placing a kiss on her cheek and putting his dirty plate in the water.
"I loved it, that lobster mac and cheese was amazing."
She blushed at the comment and his boldness of him kissing her on the cheek. He winked then walked over to the couch sitting down beside Sam, joining him in the movie that was playing. Bucky let go of the nervous breath he was holding, he seemed confident on the outside but on the inside, he was scared as fuck.
Charmaine wasn't no easy girl that he would flirt and take home the same night in the '40s. She was the girl that he wants to get to know fully, learn the little things about, be himself around. So most time he was around Charm, he was nervous as hell praying that he wouldn't say something dumb.
Charmaine hummed one of her favorite songs while cleaning up the last dish thinking about a certain long-haired brunette. She turned around coming face to face with spiderman who was hanging upside down. The 21-year old let out a yelp clutching her heart.
"Peter don't do that !! What the hell dude."
"You okay Charm?" Bucky questioned from the couch looking over at her. He saw Peter hanging down so his concerns washed away. "Oh, Peter just scared her."
"Yeah, you alright?" Sam asked as well not taking his eyes off the screen, ignoring what Bucky just said.
"Sorry Champagne, I just came back from patrol and I rushed in here before you left to ask you this. Can you make brownies? I wasn't here the last time you made them and everyone said they were good. " Peter rambled as he let himself come down, sitting on top of the perfectly clean marble countertop.
"They were!" Sam chimed in.
"See! I want to try them." Peter pout poking out his lip.
"I be spoiling you guys I swear. I'll make some just for you Peter." Charm groaned playfully, opening the cabinet grabbing the brownie box. "Get your ass off my counter, I just cleaned it."
Peter hopped off happily," So? You and Bucky?"
"Peter if you continue to say something about that topic, I'm not making the brownies." She warned looking in the fridge for the eggs. Maria walked in from the elevator with a serious face grabbing everyone's attention.
"They found the base. Cap said suit up and meet them in the lab in 5. Peter, Happy is downstairs waiting for you."
Everyone nodded and Charm hugged Peter. Tony had let slide with one of his kids going on the mission, not both so Peter was going home until they got back. She kissed his forehead.
"This mission shouldn't take long, I'll be back to make your brownies. Be good for Aunt May."
" I am Champagne, be safe and please come back. "
"I will Petey. I'll always come back."
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Charmaine walked in beside Sam as they were the last two to join the rest in the lab. She found a spot beside Scott. Everyone was in full armor ready to go except Bruce and Tony because you know.
"Glad of you two to finally make it," Tony said sarcastically then started swiping away on his tablet. It projects a hologram of what seems to be Rome. "We are going to Rome. Intel tells us that hydra has a camp in the countryside."
The hologram shows a huge vineyard with a building that looked abandoned with little buildings surrounded.
"Inside sources tell us that the person who is over this organization called M.A.Z.E is supposed to be visiting any moment now. We're taking down two operations at once so be prepared for this mission to be one of the hardest." Maria said reading something off her tablet. Charm snuck a glance at Bucky who was in his winter soldier attire. She hoped that this mission wasn't going too hard for him.
"Brief explanation. Stay focused at all times, take out as many as you can, feeling overwhelmed? Walk it off. Get in, Get out. Anyone that has the chance grabs the scepter." Steve spoke with determination.
"When we get there we fight anyone that comes our way. Sam or Stark will find a way to get us in. Charm you stay by someone at all times okay? first mission and we don't want to lose you."
"Gotcha." Charm nod her head understanding his rule.
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Inside the quinjet, she sat beside Bucky. Both had their mask off to communicate with each other. Everyone was in either their own zone or in a conversation. Bucky closed his eyes so he could converge on how to not lose control of himself, he didn't want to completely turn back into the winter soldier.
"You like my suit?" Charmaine asked softly taking him out of his trance.
Bucky turns his head giving a smile, "I like it. You make it look good and very badass."
"I feel like a badass." She jokes making them laugh. As their laughter died down, Charm grabbed his hand pulling it in her lap. "Are you okay about this whole mission? I know history with you and hydra isn't really that good."
"I should be good, I just don't want to be captured again, you know? Steve and I are still working on me not reacting to my trigger words. It's hard but it's working. Plus I got you fighting by my side so we are going to be the coldest duo."
"Well I'm not going to let that happen, you protect me so I'm going to always protect you . If you don't mind, I could help with the trigger words? I'll be there to hold your hand or something." Charm said with quiet empathy giving him a soft smile. " Coldest duo? Well, this mission should be over in no time. When we get back can we finish watching Legally Blonde? You fell asleep before it started leaving me up by myself."
"I'll check with Steve when we do it the next time, I wouldn't want you to get hurt if anything happened," Bucky said nodding his head towards Steve. " And I told you that I was tired! You didn't listen and put on the movie anyway."
"I'm not going to get hurt and I thought you were playing!" Charm said in defense then calmed down. "Hey, Bucky?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm always going to be here for you okay? You mean the world to me and I don't want to lose you under no circumstances." She said holding his hand to her face. Charmaine looked him in the eyes, showing that she was serious. A world without Bucky is a world that she can't live in. She needs him.
His hand opened and Charm cuddled to it. Bucky looked at her in admiration rubbing his thumb against her cheek. He admits it, Buchanan was head over heels for her,"You mean the world to me as well so don't think you're going anywhere. You're my lucky charm."
In the next four hours, they had arrived Rome's countryside and everyone prepared for landing. Charm stood next to her dad as his Iron Man suit connects over his body. Before his helmet covered his face, Tony turned to Charm.
"Kiddo, be safe alright? Don't get hurt or anything."
"I will." She reassured and he kissed her forehead. 'Now thinking about it Tony has a weird way of expressing his feelings' Charmaine thought to herself. The doors to the jet opened and Steve spoke up, "Stark, Sam you're up!"
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A/N: I am not good with action so skipping to the juicy part.
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Charmaine ran down the hallway trying to find the exit to the big building. Thor didn't retrieve the scepter and they were still looking but time was winding down. She ran into this room where there were big computer screens on the wall with a closed-cell in the corner.
"Ahh, I have been looking for you." A female voice came from behind her making Charmaine turn around swiftly. "I'm Mazikeen and you are going to be on in my unit."
The room filled with tension as they circled each other not losing sight of one another. "Unit? I'm not going to be anyone's slave. Let alone let you lay a finger on me, so let go of that stupid ass idea you have." Charmie snapped holding her fist up. Mazikeen winked getting in defense mode as well.
"Snarky? I like that. Let's do this shall we?"
She swings on Charm who easily blocks it. The two fight hand-to-hand combat for a couple of minutes, none stop. Charmaine was getting tired but she held her weight up. She kicked Mazikeen on her back, placing her foot on her neck. The Demon grabbed her ankle smirking then rolled over making Charm fall on her side. She gets on top, pulling out her knife.
"This won't hurt one bit. Well, maybe just a little."
"Anyone have eyes on Charmaine? The building is going to blow in 3 minutes." Tony's voice came through the comm.
"I'm busy at the moment!" Charm yelled pushing Mazikeen's arms up so she wouldn't get stabbed in the face. The dark skin girl moved one of her hands to the side grabbing the demon's hair yanking it.
Mazikeen fell off and it gave her enough time to get back to her feet. Charm kicked her to stay down but Mazi grabs her foot mid-air then twist it making her body twirl, falling on the ground.
"I will have you to myself and make you my eternal flame. Right along with the other 3 elements. You are going to be the most powerful." Mazikeen leans down grabbing her hair yanking it making Charmaine cry out in pain. The demon moved her mouth close to Charm's ear with a sinister smirk.
"I'm going to have you kill anyone that stands in our way."
A guard's body flew in the door from someone kicking him through. Bucky walks into the room angrily seeing Mazikeen holding a handful of Charm's brown hair.
He runs over punching her in the face making the demon drop his lover. Bucky grabbed Mazikeen by the neck with his metal hand dragging her towards the closed-cell.
The bounty hunter's eyes widen from the pressure that was on her throat, she hit his arm repeatedly but that didn't do anything. Bucky flings her into the closed cell like she was discarded trash.
Charm sits on the ground rubbing the back of her head, the words haunting her mind. Bucky goes back over to help his best girl onto her feet.
"We need to out of here now."
But it was muffled because of the mask. She nodded putting her weight on him as they walked to the exit. On the roof, the two ran to the middle.
"We're on the roof! Bring the Quinjet!" Bucky yelled taking off his mouth cover. Charm was hunched over trying to catch her breath, she literally just fought 5 minutes straight now she doing a full-out run. She needed more exercise.
The explosion sounded off and the building shook. Just in time, the Quinjet hovered down lowly so they could get on. A huge crack in the roof separated the two.
The building was going to collapse.
They looked around frantically as Charm's side start to slowly but gradually fall.
"Jump!" Bucky yelled, holding out his hand.
Charm did as told, not even second-guessing, leaping off the fallen building. She catches the side of the broken roof, barely holding on with one hand. All she needed to do was use her upper body to lurch her forward so her other hand could grab his. Bucky bends over, reaching for her hand, not taking his blue eyes off her brown ones.
Charmaine's eyes were filled with fear, feeling herself slowly losing grip, "I can't reach it!"
"Use your strength, Charmaine. Grab my hand!"
"I can't, Bucky; my body is too tired. I feel myself slipping!"
"Charm, grab his hand! Bucky, you need to need to grab Steve's hand. That building is going to collapse any second! He will pull you guys up." Natasha said in the comms but was ignored by both.
Bucky leans forward more without noticing that he might fall himself, "I'm not leaving without you charmaine. grab my hand!"
"I'm trying!" Charm yelled when she tries to lift herself; it aches in pain. She drops her hand down in pain. Tears clouded her vision as she knew this was it; Bucky stared at her scratched-filled face knowing what she was thinking. He shook his head; He can't lose her, not now, " No Charm, you're leaving with me!"
Charmie could feel the building she was holding on to began to fall, sobbing; she looked into Bucky's blue eyes one last time. "I'm sorry Bucky."
"No Charmie, you have time. Just grab my hand! P-Please." Bucky yelled as tears clouded his vision. "You're my lucky charm. I need you!"
The building collapsed, and his feet slip from under him. A hand grabs his keeping Bucky from falling in the rubble; Natasha lowered it down in time just for Steve to grab the back of his armor from falling with her.
"No!" Bucky stared in horror watching Charmaine screamed, falling into the explosion reaching out for him.
Steve gasp as tears fell down his face seeing the horrible fate of his sister.
There was nothing either could do.
With the help of others, Steve pulled Bucky into the quinjet.
Bucky laid on his stomach sobbing with heartache.
Tears weld in Thor's eyes as he saw that Charmaine wasn't on the jet. This didn't seem real to him; he couldn't accept it, "Where is Charmie? Why isn't my sister on this jet?!"
"Steve, where is Charmie?" Natasha asked, slowly getting up from the pilot seat as Clint took over. Her heart raced, hoping that he would say that Tony has her or something. Bruce grabbed her waist, but she snatched away from his touch.
"Natasha, sit down."
"Don't tell me to sit down! Where is she?!"
Steve couldn't say anything as he drops to his knees, breaking down. Sam catches him before he hit the floor. "I got you man."
The jet doors opened as Tony flew in; he raised an eyebrow to see the team in tears. He was getting files in this underground room but got out in time just as the building collapsed. He noticed someone was missing.
"What's going on? Where is Charmaine?"
No one answer, which made Tony panic.
"Where is my daughter?!"
"Tony, she died; she f-fell into the explosion," Scott informed him while wiping his tears. Her falling replayed in Bucky's mind like it was his personal hell. Charm reached out for him, and he couldn't save her. He failed.
Tony's world crumbled as tears blurred his vision looking around the jet as if she was hiding, "What? Barnes tell me he's lying! Where the hell is my daughter!"
Bucky sat up now with his knees to his chest; he couldn't stop crying no matter how much he tried. He lost the one person that meant the most to him other than Steve, the person he saw a future with. His best girl is no longer here.
Tony sat down in a seat in disbelief; for once in his life, he cried. He completely broke down, not being able to hold it. She filled the lonely hole in his heart; everyone he ever loved was gone, and the person who made him happy.
Was gone too.
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It was evening time when they got back; they had been gone all day.
The living room was silent; the avengers sat down sulking and mourning. Bucky squeezed his eyes tightly closed as the memory of her falling hit his mind like a truck. Tony had his head in his hands, just letting his mind run all over the place. The elevator ding, and a frantic Peter walked out looking for Tony.
"Mr. Stark, I'm here! What happened? Is everyone okay? Are you okay?" Peter rambled, walking into the living room. He noticed everyone's sad behavior, then looked around for Champagne. "Guys? Did something happen? Where is Charmaine?"
Tony gets up from the couch, going to Peter, engulfing him in a hug. Peter hugged back, shock that he did that but was still confused about what happened. "Mr. Stark, what's wrong?"
"She n-not co-coming back, kiddo."
"H-huh?"
"I'm s-sorry, kid."
"N-no, you're lying! This isn't a joking matter, Mr.Stark; everyone can put smiles on their fucking faces, and Champagne can pop up from under the couch." Peter said abruptly, pulling back from Tony's arms; doing a 360 to look around for a camera. Steve rubbed his hand over his mouth to keep from crying again.
"Queens, it's not a jo-joke."
Peter's face reddens from anger and sadness," She said she was coming back! She promised! What happened to her?!" Charmaine promised without even promising him because she always comes back. Peter prayed that this a sick ass joke; she was his best friend. Him and Her against the world.
"She fe-fell into the explosion Peter," Bruce said sadly; with that, Natasha broke down in his arms. Peter wasn't taking this well, and that broke everyone's heart even more.
"N-no guys, stop this, pl-please."Peter cried, shaking his head, then he looked Tony in the eyes. Her father nodded his head as a way of saying that it's true. Peter broke down mentally, " My Champagne is su-supposed to be here with me. My best friend is.."
Tony pulls his son into his arms; tears threaten to spill.
Peter sobbed his heart out.
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2:43 a.m.
Bucky's body lurched forward after grabbing the gun that was kept under his pillow for 'emergency purposes' raised at...
Steve.
"Bucky, drop the gun. It's me."
"Shit, I'm sorry, Steve." His fingers slowly lost grip of the gun, and the weapon dropped to his lap. His chest drew up sharply with each breath as he tried to control his rapidly beating heart. Steve sat on the edge of his bed.
"It's fine Buck, you were yelling, so I came in here to see if everything was alright."
"I should be fine."
"Okay, I'm going back to bed and try to get some sleep before my morning exercise." Steve sighs, getting up from the bed. He wasn't getting any sleep at all, but he didn't want to tell Bucky that.
"Steve?" Bucky called before he could leave out the room. Steve stopped in his tracks looking at him.
"Yeah?"
"Can you stay with me and watch Legally Blonde? I was supposed to watch it with Ch-Charm when we came back, but..."
"I'll stay Bucky; I don't mind."
Bucky gave a small smile getting out of bed, grabbing some pillows and the comforter. Steve grabbed his laptop from the desk to find the movie. 5 minutes later, the two super soldiers were lying on the floor, eyes glued to the computer enjoying the movie.
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