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xmy-love-to-youx · 5 months
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Pregnancy /w Simon 'Ghost' Riley
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When you told your husband that you were expecting a baby, even with his mask on you could see the color drain from his face.
To anyone that knows him, knows that his most of the time silent but this silence between you both was something new. You couldn't tell if he was happy or not.
As time passed by, anxiety and fear gripped your heart and tears threatened to fall from your eyes. Children were a topic you haven't talked about yet, Simon made it clear he doesn't want children but you two never considered pregnancy a possibility even though you are on birth control.
You rushed to the bedroom, leaving Simon alone in the living room. He was silent, his mind was silent. The only sound that was heard was your muffled crying from the bedroom.
It wasn't long until he made his way to you, the sight of you curled up under the blankets, crying, broke his heart in a way he never knew was possible. He layed himself behind you and held you tightly against him.
He didn't know how to comfort you so he stayed silent and just held your petite body against his rough and larger body.
From that moment on, he stuck to your side. Still processing that you are carrying his baby, he would just stare at your belly. His battling internally with himself. One part wants to run away and the other is telling him to stay and fulfill his duties not just as a husband but as a soon to be father too.
With each month that passes by, he watches your belly expand and it's slowly became clear to him that the baby is a symbol of your love. He was first awkward about touching your pregnant belly.
"Can I?" he asks, his hands glued to the side of his body.
"Yes" you responded with your usual bright smile.
He hesitated and his eyes bounced around the room. You reached for his hand and placed his hand on the curve of your belly and just like that, he instantly fell in love.
Now he talks to his unborn child and gently pokes around just to get the baby to move, a chuckle leaves his lips when he sees the baby push against the inside.
"I can't wait to meet you"
"You know you and your mother are the best things that ever happened to me"
"You have a badass mother, you know that?"
"I'm going to protect you"
His the kind of guy who doesn't want to know the gender until the baby is born. He definitely spends every second with you during the pregnancy. Soap will definitely tease him for it but he doesn't care. His in love with his wife and his unborn baby and wants to be there all the time.
He definitely stops you from being on your feet for too long. He'll gently rush you out of the kitchen and into a chair. He will massage your feet and back without question.
Towards the end of the pregnancy, he was in pain, it's not physically pain. He's heart breaks when you are uncomfortable all the time, the back pains and the intense hormones.
When it was time to give birth, he was panicking more than his wife that's about to birth a tiny human. His with you every step of the way until it came time to push out the baby.
He held your hand and whispered words of encouragement to you, he thought he had everything under control until he peeked and saw his baby wiggling thier way out of you. His eyes widened with shock and he looked at you with those eyes. That's when he realized that your in more pain that it seems.
He snapped to reality when he heard his baby cry for the first time. It was like he spaced out as realization kicked in.
His a father.
When he held that tiny human in his arms, the tears just kept pouring from his eyes and he couldn't stop it. When he heard that his has a baby girl, he protectively held her close to him. He watched her sleep on his chest, skin to skin contact was important to him as he spoke gently to her.
"My little princess"
"My sweet little angel"
"Daddy's little girl"
"I'm gonna spoil you, ya? I bet you'd love that"
Since her birth, his been finding excuses to hold her. Throughout his whole life, he was traumatized and hurt, he had to be cold to protect himself but since you and your baby entered his life. He had a reason to fight, he had a reason to live.
Now, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You are his girls and he will always love you.
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joonsytip · 1 year
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The Selfish Dilemma || Jeonghan - Part 1
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Pairings: Jeonghan x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: It was love at first sight ever since you laid eyes on Jeonghan. To him, you are the annoying co-worker who keeps asking him out. No one is new to your courting agenda which only pisses off Jeonghan but what happens when you stop, all at once....
Word Count: 6k
Warnings (specific to this part): this part is SFW, pinning, unrequited love, lots of office jargons, profanity, tears, mention of alcohol consumption, aloof Jeonghan, reader is a love sick puppy, second lead Seokmin, wholesome co-workers Wonwoo, Soonyoung, Jihoon and Joshua, wholesome bestfriend Myeongho (lmk if I missed any)
Banner credits to my baby @hoeforhao <3
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Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 | Epilogue
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The cubicles are neat, the marble floors are shining brighter than crystals even after getting padded every now then. The fruity smell of the room refresher is strong enough to go on for days but the continuous clicking of keyboards sound loud enough to give a year worth migraines.
You duly wait by the office entrance, your daily routine, holding a takeaway paper cup which contains Iced Cinnamon Cappuccino.
A familiar car passes by towards the parking and you know that the person you're waiting for is gonna grace you with his presence soon.
Just in cue, that person walks by ignoring you and passes through the security check. You line up behind him, instantly feeling better just by seeing his face.
"How do you always manage to look so gorgeous?", you ask him giddily knowing very well that you won't be getting a response from him.
The security at the check smiles when you direct your requesting gaze at her. She let's you pass by and you're doing large strides in your heels.
"Here..", you are handing him the beverage cup, "Have a great day, Hannie!", you wish him and he doesn't even bat an eyelash as he saunters over to avail the elevator.
You stand there watching him as your lips curl up because your gazes meet for the first time for the day before the elevator door closes.
When you had switched to the current company you're working for two years ago as a Senior Developer you had never thought in your wildest dreams that you'd be turning into a lovesick puppy for the technical analyst of the team you had gotten assigned to.
Yoon Jeonghan got you enchanted the moment you had your eyes on him. You could vividly remember, it was your first day after getting assigned to a project and your manager was introducing you to your teammates.
Everyone seemed nice and greeted you with enthusiasm except one. Yoon Jeonghan was stoic throughout and for you, that heart within your chest thumped vigorously, eyes glued to him while the surroundings seemed to freeze.
Love at first sight was just a funny concept until Jeonghan made you experience it.
You would admit it unabashed that working in corporate world had given you chance to meet a lot of person but no one could ever do justice to suits more then Jeonghan.
Always been a spontaneous person and upon getting a confirmation that he's single your journey of courting him kickstarted.
It's been two years since then.
Everytime you ask him out, Jeonghan rejects you even without sparing a moment of thought.
You are currently working on debugging a piece of code which every other member of your team failed to solve and it ultimately fell into your court.
"I'm gonna run by the canteen, do you need anything?"
You lift your head to see Seokmin hovering over the partition of your desk.
"One strong black coffee, thanks Min.", you quickly say before focusing on the screen again.
You don't see the empathetic smile Seokmin throws at you.
It's almost afternoon and your prying eyes are stuck on the door of the cabin, adjacent to your desk.
Soon Jeonghan comes out of his cabin which prompts you to follow him to have lunch to together.
It's same everyday, Jeonghan not intending to let you sit with him but you do it anyways.
"Did the bug get resolved?", he asks, eyes set on the plate, "I think we have been stuck on this on for long, need to get it resolved asap."
You chew on the salad filling in your mouth to quickly gulp it and answer him, "I got the chance to look at it today. Hopefully, I wouldn't be spending much time on it."
Jeonghan nods making a brief eye contact with you.
So you proceed with the most important part of your daily ritual.
"Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?", you ask.
"No", comes his recorded response.
You smile mischievously, "Why? I thought I should be rewarded for fixing the code?"
Jeonghan scoffs, "You're knocking on the wrong door. Ask your manager to reward you. If he doesn't, go to the HR department and discuss the matter."
"But they're not you, Hannie.", you slip out the nickname on purpose knowing it irks him, "You're the one I want."
Jeonghan blatantly ignores you and when he's done eating, he cleans the corner of his lips with the tissues and then walks out of the canteen grabbing a water bottle.
Even his back profile should have a seperate fandom of its own, you ponder dreamily.
"Snap out of it, you're drooling."
You crane your neck to see that the seat beside you already occupied by Seokmin.
"Another rejection?" he asks and you nod.
The two of you continue to eat silently before Seokmin brings up the topic again, "Join our team Y/N, Wonwoo is moving out."
You give him a pointed look wishing it was as easy as it sounded. When you started working in the team, you worked under Jeonghan and within this span, everyone moved out or transferred except you. To work closer to Jeonghan and out of sentimentality, you stayed.
"It'll be a lot less hectic", Seokmin assures and points at your face, "Your concealor is doing a very bad job at hiding those dark circles."
You gasp and hit his arm, "Atleast Pandas got a competition even though they're cute and I'm just..."
"Beautiful." Seokmin says in a beat, "You are beautiful Y/N and Jeonghan is blind for not appreciating a woman like you."
He says with so much sincerity that you have to cower your gaze away.
"How long until you stop pursuing him?", he asks.
So that I can start courting you, he doesn't say.
"Until he accepts or...", you sing along, "the day I run out of my patience and the rejection finally settles in my bones."
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Red might be your favourite colour but currently you're seeing green.
"Who's she, Wonwoo?", you hiss, lamenting on how you have to witness such a sight.
Apparently a woman whom you've never seen before is standing too close to Jeonghan, much to your disliking and the man in the picture seems unbothered with her hogging over and he's smiling.
He's smiling at whatever nonsense she's uttering!
"She's Seonji, my replacement.", Wonwoo speaks calmly, "Since it's my last week, I'll be giving her KTs before my departure."
"You don't care about me or Seokmin, do you?", you say sadly, "How would I function at all without your inputs?"
Wonwoo is another efficient co-worker who works with Seokmin and is a very good friend of yours.
"Not everyone will be a fool to stall their growth because of sentiments Y/N.", he retorts, meaning no malice.
Your throat closes up for a moment but you somehow manage to speak, "We're not having this conversation now, Woo."
"I know this won't go anywhere but there's a limit to everything. How long until you see it's not Jeonghan but someone else who deserves you.", Wonwoo thinks it's time he rats out Seokmin's name because he himself would never.
"What do you mean by someone else?", you counter back confused.
"It's been two years Y/N, people can go through whole lot of loving in this span, don't you think he's behaviour towards you should have been different if he cared even a bit?", Wonwoo is ruthless because he knows he needs to be the one to tell you because no one else would, "Has he ever smiled at you like that?"
"Woo please stop...", your eyes are teary, voice cracking, "You think I don't know that?"
Then you are walking away, wiping your tears. When there's something on your mind you always go to the rooftop to clear your mind out, of course not alone, you always find a lot of others, some shedding tears, some smoking cigarettes or some staring at the abyss.
You don't realise how much time has passed because you don't have your phone with you. Just as you are mentally preparing yourself to indulge into work you hear the call of your name from a very familiar voice.
"Do you think this company is paying you for slacking off?", Jeonghan says nonchalantly as he stands in front of you, "I can't even reach you on your phone."
Your lips curl up instantly, tiredness disappearing from your eyes, "Did you miss me Hannie?"
Jeonghan turns back & walks towards the door. You follow.
"When you're done fixing the bug, bring it to me for review.", he continues, "The clients have scheduled a meeting with us at 7pm. Be there."
"Aye aye captain!", you say from behind, "Can I ask you a question?"
You don't wait for Jeonghan to respond and ask right away, "Do you hate me?"
"Yes.", comes another of his recorded response.
You wonder how many more yes you can take for an answer.
The meeting ends at 10 and you're quickly collecting your belongings and almost parading so that you could avail the last bus since your car is given up for servicing.
You are sure that availing the bus is far fetched so you're taking out your phone to book a cab when you hear honking.
The familiar car stops by the road where you're standing and Jeonghan rolls down the window.
"Get in, I'll drop you.", he's looking at the way ahead and you are instantly getting in the passenger's seat.
"Wanna go to a restaurant for dinner?", you ask robotically, your tone dry. Jeonghan notices and sweeps a glance at you.
You look exhausted and he hopes it's only because of work.
"No", he says, "Put your address on the system's GPS.", as if it's not already instilled in the system.
You do as asked and Jeonghan sees you putting a different address.
"Did you change places?", he asks.
"A friend's address.", you don't explain further and it doesn't resonate well with him.
You thank him when he drops you at the doorsteps and watch him drive away until the car disappears from your sight.
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The product deployment is scheduled for next month meaning work's gonna get more hectic than it already is.
You are knocking on the door and upon hearing a 'come in' you enter the cabin.
Jeonghan is seated on the revolving chair, the coat is hung on the headrest meaning that his only white shirt clad body is making you salivate. His head is laid back and you want nothing more than to stroke those luscious locks with your fingers. But for now, you push away your thoughts.
"I have mailed you a scheduler for the new product release.", you inform, "I think it's best if you arrange a meeting for all the teams involved and I'll give them a walkthrough on deployment and checkout procedures."
Jeonghan immediately straightens and checks the calender before scheduling a meeting for the next day.
"Tomorrow, 5 PM.", he stretches his arms out, "Anything else?"
The sight of viens protruding through his arms almost has you choked and you think it's best for your eyes to be up, "Y-Yeah? Oh well, I'll run by the Batch Ops department, do you have anything you want me to relay to them?"
Jeonghan searches for some files and takes out one from the stack and gives it to you, "Give it to Jihoon and tell him to send me the report by EOD."
You nod and ask, "There's this movie I have been meaning to watch, do you wanna go with me?"
"No.", he responds right away and you're already turning to exit the room when Seonji enters.
"Hannie!", she's intentionally loud and emphasizing and you are almost biting your tongue when you hear the nickname you've given him, to be called by her.
Not wanting to breathe in the same room as her, you are just taking a step ahead but you freeze on hearing her next words.
"The restaurant you took me to on Tuesday after work, I recommended it to my friends and they also loved it. Let's visit again sometime!"
You head whips to look at Jeonghan, to find him already staring at you.
It hurts your pride so you walk out of the room.
You're currently in the Batch Ops department, waiting for Jihoon. The said man is always busy, running on his heels and termed as the workaholic assistant supervisor of the department.
"Hey Y/N, did Jeonghan send the file?", you nod handing him the file and remind him to send the report.
"So how's your courting agenda going on?", he always asks and is even amused by the fact that how persistent you are to get Jeonghan when he doesn't show an ounce of interest in you.
You are generally joking with him on this but today you don't throw a banter and Jihoon is quick to understand that you're having a bad day so he doesn't pry further.
And on the way back you meet Seokmin who asks you to accompany him to the designated tent bar you both often go to. You agree instantly.
That night the owners of that tent bar knew how much you hate a woman named Seonji. They already know about your love for Jeonghan, since your alcohol tolerance is terrific, you cry river worth tears for that man everytime you're wasted and they feel pity for Seokmin who has to always clean up after you.
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The product release approaches and everyone is pulling late nights or all nighters. Those who working in higher posts have to almost use office as a makeshift home mainly because they are dealing directly with the foreign clients and the time zones differ.
Though you are tired tattered, you make sure a cup of coffee of his preference always awaits him when Jeonghan enters his cabin. You also arrange the files, putting sticky notes in each section so he doesn't have to waste time searching for something. You make sure the cabin smells good and the place is neat. The towels are kept warm in the bathroom attached to the cabin and his favourite fragrance is filling the air inside cabin, so even if he's spending time at office, your efforts makes him think it's home.
When the rest ask how you do this, why do you do this, your answer is simple.
Isn't this what love is, to keep giving and not expecting anything in return.
"I think it's time you move on, Y/N.", your best friend Myeongho says after he shows up at your apartment one day.
Before you could retaliate his arms are up in his defence as he continues, "You know I'm never the type to judge or disregard anything casually. But this has been going on for long and it might hurt you but it's stagnant. You both made no progress. Two years, definitely a very long time and you can appear all happy and unfazed but I know every rejection must be hurting as hell."
You don't need words, the tears those stream down your facr speak volumes. Myeongho's presence is itself soothing and maybe that's why you are not loosing yourself in pits of sorrow for the moment.
What are supposed to do, you're so in love with Jeonghan, you're so used to him, so dedicated to him.
Myeongho pats your back while he's talking to his wife on his phone. You ponder over how Myeongho met her a year ago and now they are happily married with a baby on the way.
No one's story is comparable to other, each having it's own circumstances and pace but as your best friend said yours is totally different.
Unrequited and stagnant.
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The product release is a success and now the work load is a lot lesser.
And as expected you're in Jeonghan's cabin.
"Are you free today?", you ask, "Wanna go to dinner? Not as a date, some people from our & Batch Ops team would be present as well."
Jeonghan is unabashed as usual, "I'm busy today."
He isn't explaining himself, it's his way of defining things. He's implying that on other days he's rejecting your advances without a reason and today he's doing it with a reason.
This time your face falls.
"Do you hate me?", you ask.
"Yes, you're annoying."
"Would you miss me if I leave?"
"No, a good riddance."
This time your heart hurts.
You are currently in a restaurant with Seokmin, Jihoon, Chaein and Joshua both working in your team, Soonyoung of Support Team and you've managed to pull Wonwoo in this eat out.
Wonwoo is currently making a disgusted face at Seokmin, who's doing some questionable mimicking of Jihoon, the man being mimicked being totally vested in eating whatever is there on his plate.
"Isn't that Jeonghan?"
Five pair of eyes follows Soonyoung's gaze and lands on Jeonghan.
"Wait that's Yoora with--"
Seokmin is late in slapping his hand over Soonyoung mouth because you have heard the name and it rings in your ear.
Kwon Yoora, Jeonghan's ex-girlfriend. The woman accompanying him tonight.
You have heard a lot about her from your colleagues because she used to work in the company you're working in. Well you're her replacement in terms of the position when you joined in. She worked with and under Jeonghan before you did.
This is the first time you're seeing her.
"I heard they had mutual breakup, seems they're still good friends.", Joshua comments.
Your eyes are glued to the table space where Jeonghan's hand is atop Yoora's. And he's smiling as he says something to her.
He never smiles at you like that.
"You guys continue eating.", Seokmin is already up grabbing his coat, "I'll get our food packed."
When Seokmin leaves, the rest four look at you worried and you feel pity for yourself. How could you not guess, Jeonghan had never lead you on, always being indifferent, constantly rejecting all your approaches for the last two year.
He didn't like you at all, he has been saying it all along but you were to stubborn to admit and accept. But now you do.
For you, it has been always him.
For him, it would be anyone but you.
You are grabbing your belongings, "Tell Seokmin, I'll be waiting by his car."
Then you sprint out. It's only when Wonwoo calls out your name, Jeonghan notices you.
He sees you running towards the exit, only if he didn't know better, he watches as you wipe your tears while do so.
Tonight it's not only you who's suffering from heartbreak, Seokmin's heart breaks yet again seeing those tear stained cheeks, hearing those wrenching sobs. He puts you to bed and sets the food on your table so that in the middle of night when you wake up hungry, you don't have to look around for food. He runs the bath for you, sets the towels and knowing that you'd be having a terrible headache later, he keeps the glass filled with water and the medicines on the nightstand. He does more and all while wiping his own tears.
Because like you, he too knows nothing breaks like a heart.
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Next day Jeonghan doesn't see you at the office entrance. You don't greet him when he walks by your desk to his cabin. It's almost afternoon and you haven't walked through the cabin door even once. At lunch you don't sit with him, you're happily chatting away with Chaein while eating.
Jeonghan thinks something is wrong with him. Everytime he hears faint sound of footsteps his eyes perks at the cabin door. He doesn't like the coffee Seonji makes him. He doesn't like it when some random guy sits in front of him at lunch and while his eyes stray at you almost every second, you don't spare him a glance.
It's around 5 in the evening when you knock on his door.
Jeonghan can't describe the sensation his feeling right now, as if he has waiting for this moment lifelong.
You place a file on his table and say, "The Scheduler team wants to know about all the applications which are planned to retire from our system before the next monthly cycle. I have made a list for same, please have a look once and let me know in case of any concerns."
"Okay.", he says and you give him a nod.
"Don't you have anything to say?", he asks and you look at him confused, "No, I think this is the priority task at the moment, I'll let you know if anything else comes up, Jeonghan."
His own name feels foreign to his ears. By the time he's about to say something again, you are already out of his cabin.
This goes on for the whole week and Jeonghan feels he can't function anymore. He makes unnecessary trips within the office premise everytime walking by your desk just in hopes of getting called by you. You never do.
He waits for you at lunch but you're always gone. He never sees you smiling at him again. You never ask him out now. The coffee doesn't help to keep his stress away, the office doesn't feel homier anymore.
Isn't this all he wanted, Jeonghan asks himself. Aren't you the annoying co-worker who was always getting on his nerves?
And he's scared to listen to the answer his heart has to echo.
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It's Monday, the first working day of a very new week and Jeonghan still looks at the entrance expectantly just to see you this time. He double takes to make sure he's not hallucinating and a smile tugs on his lips.
His face regains the seriousness as he approaches you and much to his dismay you don't notice him. He clears his throat to have your attention.
"Morning, Jeonghan.", you greet him curtly.
"Morning", he asks, eyes glancing over your hands to see if they have any takeaway coffee cup in them but they are empty, "Aren't you going in?"
"I'm waiting for someone.", comes your dry response.
Ain't that someone me?
"Okay....", he has no reason to linger anymore.
You are exhausted, sleep deprived blame the late night marathons of your favourite shows you've been pulling.
Reason, to keep your mind occupied with something which is not Jeonghan but the ache in your heart never dulls. Even though you have choosen peace with the fact that he'll never be yours, it's so new and difficult for you act indifferent towards him when you have been in love with him for two whole years.
When you're phones notifies you of a text, it has you rubbing your eyes just to make you're seeing it correct. You have got a text from Jeonghan reading-
Please make me coffee, it's a request.
When the Yoon Jeonghan who never texts you, never bothers to type back a response to your greetings or queries other anything related to work sends you a text, you're shocked.
Jeonghan feels like he can finally get the productive cells of body to work when he sees you entering holding a cup of coffee.
"You don't look good.", you say placing the cup on his table, "Are you okay?"
When he doesn't respond, you continue, "If you're not feeling well, please take the day off, I'll notify you of any urgent matters from our team prospective."
Jeonghan thinks it's the only chance he'd get to clear the misunderstandings so he speaks, "Me and Yoora are still good friends, that night at the restaurant she treated me because of a promotion she got at her company."
"Great to know. Good wishes on my behalf.", you are poised when you say, "From next time please refrain from sharing anything other from work related matters. I have no interest in your personal life and I think we are not close at all to be sharing updates on same."
Either he's mishearing or you're possessed, he's sure it's either. This ain't the you he wants. This ain't the you he needs.
Your tone emits grief when you speak further, "I deeply regret for the inconvenience I've caused you for the past years. I'm really sorry. But rest assured I won't be causing any more trouble, I'll out soon."
"What do you mean by that?", he's off his seat and in front of you instantly, "Did something happen?"
"Indeed.", You nod while smiling, "I accepted that you won't go out with me. I also accepted that you hate me. So there's no more pestering you from my side."
Jeonghan never thought his words would come back to him biting in his ass which he's not capable of taking.
"You can't do this...", he's not even sure of the words he's uttering, "Are you giving up on me?"
"Yes, I'm giving you what you wanted by giving up on you."
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Jeonghan realises how much that he has gotten used to you. You're like the good parasite that clogs his mind whenever you're around and even if you're not. His mornings used to start with your messages, you used to magnetize yourself on him during the office hours and the last notification he got before sleeping was also from you.
So now he doesn't like the lack of attention from you at all and he'd do anything to have it back. He'd do anything to have you back.
He tries to be in your shoes for the next days. He waits for you at the entrance holding four cups of takeaway coffee cups because he doesn't you what like. Everyone who passes throws him a questioning gaze. Everyone except you. You walk pass by him, unfazed and unbothered.
"Y/N wait!", when you don't stop, he is following you, "I bought these for you and also if you could tell me what you like so that I can buy that."
You give him an incredulous look, "What are trying to do?"
"Just trying to get you morning coffee..."
You scoff and walk away.
When you go for lunch, Jeonghan pops up out of nowhere and not only he's tailing you, he's even occupying the seat beside you. He's suddenly texting you good mornings and good nights and throughout the day something or other but there's no progress.
Roles reversed, you don't even bat an eyelash at him now.
It makes him realise how ass of a person he has been to you and how angel of a human you were to tolerate all this and still love him with your all.
"What's wrong with Jeonghan nowadays?", Joshua asks genuinely curious. You all are gathered for a coffee break, as he stands opposite to where Jeonghan is stood from accross the room, he constantly notices him throwing glances, "He keeps looking at you Y/N."
"Jeonghan is that thick brain who realises what he had and lost when it's too late.", Jihoon snorts as he takes a sip casually, "What the hell, who put sugar in my coffee?"
Joshua is suddenly walking away and you laugh which makes Jihoon aware of the culprit.
Next he's chasing Joshua.
You are still smiling, gaze lingering on those two when you notice Jeonghan approaching you from the periphery of your vision. Not wanting to waste any energy on him you think of leaving the hall when someone bumps into you.
It's Seonji.
"Heard you stopped chasing Jeonghan?", she taunts, "Good that your brain's finally working."
"I want to you know if this concerns you anyway and why?", you ask and quickly turn to check if Jeonghan is in hearing vicinity. He is.
"I thought it's obvious? That we're close and might be together soon.", she says confidently, "You've noticed how behaves towards you is completely opposite of how his behaviour is towards me."
"Congratulations", you pat on her arm and incline closer to her as you whisper in her ear , "Let's see if Jeonghan is aware of this as well?"
Seonji's freezes for a moment when she realises that Jeonghan has been present there all along and have listened to the conversation that just happened.
"Congratulations to you too Jeonghan.", you wish him, "I can see, a match made of likes."
"There's nothing going on between us Y/N", he pleads as his hands itches to grab you so that you don't slip away before he finishes but out of professionalism and respect he doesn't, "She's just a junior from my university."
'You don't have to explain, I'm not interested.", you tell him before walking out.
Jeonghan is furious and Seonji thinks his glare is enough to make her evaporate without any trace.
"Jo Seonji", his voice is dangerously low and threatening, "I was being nice to you just because we're acquaintances from before but I realised how wrong it was."
"Han--"
"It's Jeonghan for you. If I hear you uttering such nonsense one more time, I'll report you to the committee for harassing me.", he's practically glowering, "And I want the database for all the transactions that occurred between us and our oldest clients with the analysis document by EOD."
"But that's too much of data Jeonghan, how would I be able to--"
"That's for you to sort out.", he says, "If I don't get the design model, I'll report it to your manager and she'll handle it from there."
Seonji is all sweaty and faltering when she hears, "I see you anywhere near Y/N without any official need, I'll make sure you're stepping down your position."
To those who thought Jeonghan has changed, they just witnessed the infamous scary Yoon Jeonghan again today.
They also realised that Jeonghan is still the same authoritative, strict and stoic faced coordinator for all.
He has changed, just for you.
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"When are you gonna tell her?", Soonyoung asks wrapping his arm around Seokmin's shoulder as they gather on the rooftop during the lunch break.
Seokmin is torn.
"She's coping up with the pent ups because of Jeonghan and I don't wanna add to her stress.", he laments.
"I hate to admit that you're correct but I'm worried because I think if you don't shot your shoot now then it'll be gone.", Soonyoung's concern is evident in his tone.
"I can't just tell Y/N that I love her all of a sudden when she's in love with someone else for a long time.", it pains him to speak it out, "Because I know how painful unrequited love can be..."
Soonyoung sighs, as he frames his next question carefully, "When will be the right time, Seokmin?
There's never a right time, he thinks.
Jeonghan doesn't avail the elevator, he's climbing down the stairs hurriedly.
When he decided to go the rooftop to cool off after the Seonji episode he again unintendedly overhears the conversation between Soonyoung and Seokmin, the two men obviously staying oblivious about his presence.
His anger from before morphs into a mix of shock and scare. Shock because it didn't occur to him ever that Seokmin could be in love with you. Scared because, well he is yet to figure out the reason.
Walking through the hoistway door leads his chance encounter with Mr. Choi, your manager.
"Jeonghan", he calls him, "I have been meaning to meet you."
"Anything urgent Mr. Choi?"
Mr. Choi smiles, "It might be, for your concern. Y/N has requested for transfer, she wants to move out the team."
Jeonghan stiffens, all the strength in his body dwindles.
Carefully studying his face, his unfocused eyes and a lack of response urges Mr. Choi to speak further, "Since you're her immediate senior and she has been working under you for these years, your say would matter because I know no one would want to loose an efficient member like her. If the team has enough effort excluding her then I'd approve her request "
"Thanks for letting me know Mr. Choi. Please put it aside for now, I'll talk to her and get to back to you.", Jeonghan requests and the older man obliges.
You are currently working on reconciliation of a piece of code with all your concentration when there's a knock on your desk. You look up to find Jeonghan who's mutters a serious 'in my cabin now' when your gazes meet before walking into the said room.
You think of everything and anything you could have done to cause any trouble but nothing comes up, so you are immediately off your seat and entering the cabin.
Jeonghan has never felt this exhausted in his entire life, never because of you. When you used to clinge to him it had became a normality, though he never admited it was the only fun and good part of the office hours. You made him feel the belongingness, when everyone was scared of him, you were brave enough to step up and court him.
And now when he sees the indifference in you towards him, learns about Seokmin's feelings for you, he's beyond frustrated.
Another mistake, he channels it in a wrong way and at a wrong time.
"Jeonghan?"
Your call of his name breaks his reverie.
He looks you dead in yours eyes and asks, "You requested a tranfer?"
You knew your manager would be informing Jeonghan and the only obstacle in that request to get approved would be him, the reason you wanted the transfer in first place.
Before you could assert an answer Jeonghan scowls, "Are you really going to bring your personal life to your workspace? Suddenly one day you decide you'll stop liking me or whatever and then you're requesting to be assigned to a different project? Is that what you call professionalism Y/N?"
You are rendered speechless. You don't let those tears pooling in your eyes fall even though you are hurt.
"I thought two years is long enough to know someone", you inhale sharply, "But you don't know me at all. I wasted two years of my life for the guy who just now disregarded my love for him by calling it liking or whatever."
Jeonghan bites his tongue hard when he traces back on the words he had uttered.
"When I had asked you that if it would matter to you if I leave, you had casually slipped out a good riddance. So I'm doing us a favour and you should be happy but you're not.", you are hot in anger and rage, as your gaze tows upon the man infront of you, "You're not happy because no one's buying you coffee, no one's keeping you company, you don't have your files organised, you don't have anyone to take shit from you without retorting. Have you been always this selfish?"
It's his turn to be speechless. He has seemingly fueled every occurance for the past years to work against him currently.
"This is professionalism Yoon Jeonghan.", you tell him, "Me not stalling my growth anymore and letting in space for productivity and skills showcasing for myself is my professionalism. I stayed because of you but I won't do that anymore."
"I'm sorry, please let me clarify things", Jeonghan is eyeing you alarmingly as he walks towards you.
You hold out your arm and his feet instantly roots to the ground.
"Thanks for assuring me that I've made the right decision. You aren't worthy of my love, you never were. I'll stop loving you one day and I'll make sure that day comes soon."
A tear falls down your cheek and then they are streaming altogether. You fail to choke the sobs and Jeonghan says nothing, knowing that the only way he can help you is by keeping his silence.
And when you sprint out of the cabin, he wants nothing but to stop you and engulf you in his embrace. Although he's physically frozen but his mind deducts several conclusions.
He senses by hurting you, he hurts himself tenfold.
He laments on the fact that office is just all work and nothing to look forward to anymore because he misses you.
He likes his personal space invaded only if it's by you.
Maybe it's late but he's sure that his heart is constricting in pain within his chest because it's broken.
This time he's choking a sob, legs giving up as he falls to the ground when he finally accepts that he got his heartbroken even before he realised that he's in love.
That he's in love with you.
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rogueddie · 7 months
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Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four
For the next three days, Steve spends all his time hanging with El.
It's fun. She makes a little routine, once they find things they both enjoy, and does the best she can to make sure they're both happy. Steve is only confused when Hopper acts like she's really young- he can see how mature she is. She's practically a grown up!
It's calm, quiet, repetitive. That's why, when Hopper bursts inside one day, he's startled.
He's not supposed to be back for a while yet.
El is up, immediately, with a dark expression- like she's gearing up for battle. "What is it?"
"The Harringtons are home," Hopper says as he grabs some of the things the group had gathered, temporarily belonging to Steve. "They were asking too many questions. It's not safe for him here."
"Where will he go?"
"Munson said they can make room. They'd never think to look for him there and, knowing him, kid can probably hide him better than us."
El nods, satisfied, moving to help bag Steves things.
"Am I in trouble?" Steve finally asks.
"Not if I can help it," Hopper mutters.
"You are not in trouble," El quickly clarifies. "We are trying to make sure you are safe and happy. Eddie can do that for you, now that we can't. He cares for you. It will be ok."
"Do you promise?"
"I promise."
Neither let him help them get things together for him, reassuring him that they can take care of it- of him. El tries to include him, quietly asking him to get his yellow sweater.
But, soon, they're speeding out and and away from the little cabin that Steve has grown to love.
With how small and cramped it is, it felt so homely. Cozy. Lived in. Every corner is used for something, so many little signs of love and family- from the dishrack distant enough from the sink for two people to wash and dry, to the polaroids of El and her friends stuck to the walls.
It's why, when they pull into the trailer park, Steve feels hopeful.
The door opens, as soon as they stop, Eddie darting out to meet them in the middle. He grabs the bag, crouching a little to scoop Steve up and hold him on his hip, the same way Robin did.
"I got him," he says, reassuring. He looks too frantic for it to be convincing. "Go."
"Keep your radio on," Hopper replies. "Stay safe, kid!"
The engine starts up, pulling out and away, before Eddie can even step inside the trailer.
Another man is there, lounging on the sofa- he offers a small wave when he notices Steve looking, voice low and warm when he says; "hey kid, you alright?"
Steve nods, a little too nervous from the rush and new place to speak.
"I'm gonna get him set up in my room," Eddie explains, as he starts towards the hallway.
"Yell if you need anything!"
"That's my uncle," Eddie explains, as he steps inside the end room. Theres marks and tack on the wall, where posters used to be displayed but since taken down. "He's a big ol' softie, don't worry. He's gonna love you."
It takes Steve a moment to notice that the matress is the only bed in the room.
"Stay out of this draw," Eddie says, snapping his fingers to get Steves attention. He glances at the drawers, before patting the top. "Actually, don't go in any of these. Out of bounds, got it?"
"Out of bounds," Steve repeats, nodding.
"I'm gonna have to hang these up with my stuff," Eddie continues, opening his wardrobe. "Or... in this little box? Yeah, that's perfect, I'll just put them in here."
The box is sat at the very bottom, not too high and out of Steves reach.
"Uh... my guitars, too, don't touch them."
"I won't touch your things without asking."
"Thanks. But that's all, I think. Any questions?"
"Where am I sleeping?"
"There." He points to the mattress.
"Oh... where will you sleep?"
"The sofa. Wayne and I have a whole schedule figured out. It's a pull out bed, don't stress, it's fine."
"But your bed is here."
"And you're sleeping here."
"But it... you should sleep here. It's your room."
"Would you rather share?"
Steve looks to the mattress. It's not big, barely more than a single, but he's still small. Eddie is thin.
"Yes?"
"Boys!" Eddies uncle calls, before Eddie can reply. "Food!"
"We'll talk more at bedtime, alright?" Eddie offers.
Dinner is a quiet affair. Eddie seems uncomfortable the entire time, eventually admitting that they don't usually sit down for dinner- but Wayne quickly points out that they used to, when he was a kid. He points out that Steve deserves a nice family sit down too.
Steve struggles to keep him mouth shut, face neutral, at that. Despite only just meeting the man, the ease at which he offers his home and family is... Steve isn't sure. But it makes his stomach squirm, full of warmth and affection.
Most of the day is spent in front of the TV. Eddie is the only one really watching though- Wayne spends most of the time teaching Steve how to play cards.
The sky is turning dark with the setting sun when someone starts frantically pounding at the door.
"Where is he?" A familiar voice asks, when Eddie finally answers the door. "Hop said he's here, right?"
"He's here, come on."
Wayne gestures for Steve to come back out the little cupboard Eddie hard pointed to, for him to hide in.
"Steve," Robin sighs, crouching down so she can pull him into a painfully tight hug. "Are you ok? How are you doing? Do you need anything? Are you safe here? I can-"
"Buckley," Eddie snaps. He's smiling though, playfully smacks her shoulder. "He's fine, we're taking care of him."
"Good, that's good," she says, voice distant. She's too distracted, looking him over. She pauses when she lifts his hand, spotting the nail polish. "Oh, wow. These are, uh... really pretty. I didn't know you could paint nails so good."
"El did them," he quietly admits. He glances from Wayne to Eddie-
Who holds up his own hand, showing the black nail polish he's wearing.
"Not as cute as your yellow, but hey, black is my color."
"Black isn't a color, dipshit," Robin snorts.
Steve looks to Wayne, who wiggles his eyebrows when Eddie and Robin start bickering- which quickly devolves into playful wrestling.
"Ed," Wayne says, clicking his tongue. "Time."
"Oh, fuck," Robin replies, jumping up. "I have to go."
"So soon?" Steve frowns.
"Aw, don't give me those eyes, I have to! I wasn't meant to go out at all. I'll come back tomorrow, ok? I'll figure out something we can do. Deal?"
"Deal!"
Once Wayne has seen Robin out, he turns to Eddie with a raised brow. "Time for Steve to sleep, Eds."
"It's only-"
"Ed."
"Yeah, yeah, alright. Come on, big boy."
Standing in Eddies room, they both stare at the mattress. Steve turns to him, hands on his hips, raising his eyebrows at him.
He rolls his eyes, grumbling, "alright, fine, we'll try both of us. But don't whine when we don't fit or you're uncomfortable!"
He continues grumbling, as he digs through the wardrobe and some drawers, muttering about how he hasn't had to wear a pajama set for years.
Steve points to the bed, once they're both changed; "you get in first."
"Bossy."
Once Eddies laying down, Steve crawls in beside him, curling up to his side the way he does with his mother. It's so rare that she'd let him spend a night cuddled with her, but it's always brought so much comfort.
He's surprised that it's no different when it's Eddie that he's cuddling up to- he thinks it might be better. There's no complaints about sharing space with him, rather about the space.
"Is this ok?" He has to ask.
"Yeah," Eddie mumbles, shifting a little, arm curling a little tighter around him. "Yeah, it's alright."
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mncxbe · 7 months
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Needy♡
𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut without plot♡
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"That's it bella. You're taking my fingers so well" he purred, laying his head on your tummy as he gazed up at you through half lidded eyes.
God what a sight. You didn't even know how much he loved watching you unravel beneath him. Because of him.
No, he didn't care about the way you desperately tried to push his fingers away from your core after the second time you came. He simply cooed, placing a soft kiss on your lips as he pinned your wrists above your head.
"Just one more for me, bella. Sure you can do that"
You were a babbling mess, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill as he guided you through your third orgasm of the night, thumb circling your puffy clit.
"That's a good girl" he mewled, gaze sliding up to meet yours. "Will you turn around for me please?" he then added with such an innocent look on his face.
Without waiting for a reply he hooked an arm under your back and flipped you over, earning a groan from you.
"'Samu please iss too much. I need a break" you cried out but to no avail.
His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against his throbbing erection. "Come on bella you can take a bit more. I've waited for so long to fuck you" he said in a honeyed voice.
"And whose fault is that? If you hadn't spent that much time~ ouch!" A hard slap landed on your ass, followed by Dazai's lighthearted giggle.
"Don't talk back now princess. You didn't seem to be complaining when you fucked yourself on my fingers five minutes ago"
Mean, he was so mean sometimes but his cruel words only riled you up even further. Biting down on your lower lip you turned your head to face him; a few strands of your hair stuck to your damp forehead.
"Then why did y-"
You were suddenly cut short by Dazai's deep thrust; he slid inside you and bottomed out, earning a low moan from you.
He only giggled in response as he began rocking his hips back and forth at a brutal pace, slender fingers entangling in your hair; pushing your head into the silky pillows.
"There you go bella. Wasn't that hard to silence you after all." he teased and you wanted to talk back again but couldn't articulate a word. You were too spent and fucked out to even form a coherent thought; the only sounds rolling off your lips were desperate mewls and choked sobs.
Dazai's lips curled into a wide grin as relished the state you were in. "What a mess you are. And I barely started fucking you" he cooed before slapping your ass again, hand coming to rest on the heated, reddened mark.
You bit on your lip again, eyes rolling back in your skull and you're secretely grateful he couldn't see your face right now. Clawing at the bedsheets in a futile attempt to get away from him you closed your eyes, chanting his name like a mantra.
"Shit shit Osamu please slow down I'm-"
"Cumming? You gonna cum again baby? That's okay" he uttered between moans, his voice a deep and laced with lust.
(And oh the voice kink is real) Your walls wrapped around him like a vice, causing mindless whimpers to roll off his lips.
"Fuck bella you really are something huh?" he mewled, pushing your body onto the mattress as he held your hips alligned with his cock. The new angle allowed him to hit all the right spots and soon enough you were a sobbing, overstimulated mess beneath him. Dazai's nails dug deep in the plush skin of your hips, leaving crescent marks all over it.
His thrusts soon grew sloppied and deeper and he slowed down his rhythm in a desperate attempt to prolong the moment. Hips fluttering against yours he leans in over your body, gently pulling your hair to the side to expose your neck; he sank his teeth in your skin, ripping a ragged moan out of you before swirling his tongue around the mark.
"You're so pretty darling. So, so pretty." he whispered, breath hot against the shell of your ear. He was so close you could clearly make out the faintest sounds that stuck in his throat as he tried to keep his voice down. "So, so pretty..."
He went back to kissing your skin and you knew that pretty purple bruises were going to bloom in every place he so feverishly sucked on. But no, you didn't care. All that mattered now was heat pooling in your core as you approached your high; a familiar, tingling sensation.
"Ah shit baby I'm cumming I'm~" you moaned out load and Dazai did his best to keep a steady pace. He was so drunk on you right now, eyes glued on his cock as it slid in and out of your sopping cunt. He whimpered when your walls clamped down on him like a vice; pushing himself right against your cervix as he spilled all of his cum inside you.
Your boyfriend didn't move until you regain your breath and prop yourself on your forearms, sighing deeply. Just then he pulled out, but only to fuck himself into you again.
A wicked grin made its way to his lips as he chuckled at the sound of your mewls.
" 'samu nah enough please please" you begged, crumbling down onto the sheets again.
"Fuck baby love you so fucking much can't stop now" he moaned out before seizing your chin, making you look at him.
"Ah there you are bella" he said sweetly in a shaky voice and oh, he swore he was gonna cum right away after seeing your fucked out expression.
Eyes rolling back in your head, you struggled to meet his gaze. "'Samu please-"
"Please what pretty?" he stuttered, trying to maintain his composure.
You only cried out as his fingers moved to your clit again, circling the over-sensitive spot. "One more bella, one more" he begged, sultry words echoing in your mind.
And how could you deny him when he was so desperate? Gathering all of your remaining strength you steadied yourself on your shaky limbs.
Your boyfriend took notice of your actions and smiled, words of praise rolling off his lips like a mantra as he chased his own high. "So good for me bella yea that's it. You're all I've ever wanted"
Soon enough he came again, this time stumbling to the side as soon as he pulls out. You fall right next to him and nuzzle against his heaving chest; trying to steady your own breath.
"God you're so perfect love" he beamed, looking at you with his coffee coloured eyes.
He felt so euphoric right now, like a kid in a candy store. Pressing his lips to your temple in a gentle kiss, he wrapped an arm around your torso and pulled you closer.
"You know I love you, right?"
The gentle tone of his voice melted your heart like butter. Your fingers combed through his damp hair as you kissed his neck.
"I know and I love you too sweetie."
No more words were exchanged between the two of you that night as you simply rejoiced each other's embrace; the comfort slowly lulling you into a dreamless sleep.
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chelleztjs18 · 1 month
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Ten Days (W.M) Pt. 5
Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)
Summary: Y/n and Wanda is stuck in an arranged marriage. What will happen when both of them have their own deals to be done in ten days?
Warning: 18+ SMUT, swearing words, fluff, angsts (specific warning for each parts)
A/n: Well, hey there! I'm back with this series after a while. This chapter is a Valentine's gift for my sweet, Curious George anon. This is a miniseries fic that's inspired by "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days" romcom. If you haven't read this series before, I recommend to read from part 1. (Series masterlist below) Happy reading!
Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist
The rain is pouring. Thunders and lighting sometimes take turns to show their existence. You went straight to Wanda’s house after you spent some time with Yelena and Nat at your place to talk about the plans you have in mind.
Wanda’s heart skips a beat and her face instantly patches a smile as soon as she hears her doorbells. She rushes her steps to the door. Wanda has been waiting for you to come and she greets you with an excited smile.
“Finally! My pretty future wife—” but her smile turns to a little frown and her flirtatious words stop abruptly after she sees you soaking wet and your shoes are covered with mud.
“Hi babe!” Without giving her a chance to avoid it, you hug Wanda quickly and her clothes get a little wet from your drenched clothes. “Oh, hi wife. Why are you soaking wet and covered in mud?” she asked.
“Babe, I'm cold. Can I come in?”
“Uh y-yeah but your–your sh–.” Wanda hesitantly responds but you interrupt her by just walking into her house, leaving traces of mud and trails of dripping water all over the clean white floor.
“My what?” you play dumb. You know Wanda is internally freaking out about the mud and the water, so you walk around more. You try to look confused as you take off your jacket.
“Y-your muddy shoes. You know what darling, it’s okay. I will ask the maid to clean it.” Wanda put on a smile while trying to keep herself together to not tell you to stop walking around spreading more abstract muddy patterns. 
“Oh okay, uh where should I put this wet jacket babe? Can I just put it on the couch? I forget where the bathroom is.” You walk around in a random path before you walk closer to the white fancy expensive couch in the living room.
“Gaah, NO..No..No..No..” Wanda’s loud spontaneous NO stops your move. Good thing that Wanda is behind you and can’t see your face, you almost laugh.
Wanda chuckles awkwardly, putting a forced smile and quickly grabbing yet gently the wet jacket off your hand. She realized her reaction was a bit much but she couldn't help it. Wanda loves everything clean and spotless.
“Y/n sweetheart, uh let me take this from you and how about you take off those pretty shoes now so i can put it outside, okay?” Wanda crouches and helps you take them off. You smile, thinking how sweet she is and you feel bad but the plan must go on.
“What? You will put my shoes outside? They're expensive shoes. What if it ruins it or someone takes it?” You whine as needy as you can to annoy her.
“I know, darling. I can see that. I’ll get you a new one, okay?” she responds as she stands up, holding your dirty shoes.
“Really? You gonna get me a new one? They have some new arrivals, you're gonna get them for me too?” you try to act like materialistic girls to make her lose interest in you.
“Yes, princess.” She answers with a smile. “I would rather pay for new expensive shoes than getting my floor all dirty.” Wanda mumbles, under her breath as she turns around.
“What did you say, Wands?”
“Oh nothing. I said anything for my future wife. Just-just please stay there, y/n.” Wanda patches another awkward smile, hoping you didn’t hear what she said earlier. “Okay..okay..” You agreed in more whiny tones.
“So what happened to you on the way here?” Wanda asks as she does what she needs to do to your jacket and shoes.
“I got a flat tire, so I gotta change it.” you explained. Little does Wanda know, nothing happened. You intentionally stopped at random dirt roads nearby just enough so the rain got you wet and got you as dirty as you can.
Wanda comes back to you, stands so close and it gives you giddy feelings. “Aw, you could’ve called me, love. I would’ve helped you. Next time, if you need anything, just call me, okay?” She pushes aside your hair gently to see your face that she genuinely adores. Then her hand cups your cheek, followed by soft rubs from her thumb on it. Her smile shows automatically whenever she sees you.
Gosh, her green eyes. There is something about them that draws you. You don’t know what it is but oh well, you think it’s probably nothing. Maybe it’s just the color. You clear your throat to prevent yourself from getting lost in those charming eyes.
“Uh, Wands? I’m cold.”
Wanda quickly gets back from the trance. Both of you look a little awkward.
 “Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. I apologized, my dear. You need to shower and change clothes. The guest bathroom–”
“No, your bathroom. I don’t want to use the guest bathroom, am i still just a guest for you babe? So much for being your future wife.” you roll your eyes, showing her your pretend unamused expression.
“Uh right, right. Well, okay then. You can go to my room and use my bathroom and wear my clothes after that.”
“Sounds good. I just want cozy clothes since we are relaxing.” you demand one more time.
“Coming right up.” Wanda smiles as soon as she sees your smile.
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You turned on the shower to trick Wanda that you are taking a shower while you move on to the next plan.
You took out some fake pieces of hair and spread it in the bathroom floor, bathroom sink and even in the shower to leave some fake trails of your hair falls.
Thanks to Yelena’s interest in pranking others, she lets you borrow her things. You wonder what other things you can use for the plan. You take them out from your purse quietly and you read what’s written on it. Fart Cushion and Fart Spray, you shake your head a little, trying to figure out when and how these two things will work.
Then you hear Wanda is saying something from the other side of the door. “Y/n, I got the towel and clothes for you. Do you want me to put the towel in the bathroom and leave the clothes in my bed, darling? Then I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
An idea pops up in your mind right away and you want to laugh as soon as you figure out that now is the perfect time to use these two things.
“Can you wait for me until I’m done please babe? I don’t want you to be far away from me, I miss you. I’ll tell you when I’m done. You don’t miss me?” you try to sound needy and irrationally clingy.
“Wait, what? Of course I miss you. Can’t I just wait downstairs?” Wanda responds. She likes knowing you slowly got hooked into her plan deeper. Wanda never likes clingy girls but she knows better to shrug it off for the sake of her plan.
“No, I want you to be near me. Just wait there.” you pretend to be more demanding.
Wanda takes a little deep breath and agrees. “O–okay, I’ll be here.” as she sits on her bed.
While Wanda is waiting patiently in the room with some clothes and a towel for you, all of a sudden she hears something unexpectedly. Unbeknownst to her, you squeeze the cushion. Wanda was shocked with the loud sound, thinking it was from you passing some gas in the bathroom. Her eyes round up. “Oops, excuse me babe!” you said as you tried not to laugh.
“It’s okay. I didn’t hear anything, love.” Wanda tries to let her mind about it pass over her head and another same loud noise breaks out of the bathroom. “Oh my gosh.” she mumbles to herself in surprise.
“Ooops, I’m sorry.” Once again you express your fake apology. You didn’t hear anything from Wanda.
“Wands, are you still there?”
Hearing your voice looking for her, Wanda quickly gets off her bed and gets to the door. “Uh yes, I’m still here. Do you need anything?” she asks from behind the door.
You squeeze some sprays out of the bottle and to your surprise, it really stinks. It’s worse than a flatulence usually smells.“Yeah, I’m almost done. Gonna need the towel soon.” you answer as you try to hold a gag while covering your nose from the smell. You quietly dry heave in between walking back to the shower, pretending to continue your shower.
“Oh okay. I have your towel here.” Wanda signals you.
“You can come in. It’s unlocked.” You informed.
“Are you sure?” Wanda hesitantly asks.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
You heard Wanda open the door and walk in. Wanda caught off guard by a blow of soft air mixed with the smell from the spray. She vaguely scrunches her nose as the stinky aroma intrudes her senses. Her eyes rounded once more but she tried not to react to it. 
“Pffftt.. What did you eat?” Wanda mumbles. You pretend you didn’t hear it clearly. “Did you say something babe?”
“Oh? Nothing. Here you go, love. I’ll just hang it here.” Wanda is having a hard time talking while holding her breath at the same time.
You notice her being respectful and trying not to look at you but you want her to walk to you so she will notice more the smells in the bathroom. “Babe, can you bring it here please?”
“Oh okay.” She agrees half heartedly, all she wants right now is to walk out of that trapped air that bothers her nose.
She hands you the towel and her eyes give up the effort to not look at you. She sees the silhouette of your body through the opaque glass shower door. Her brain seems to forget the smells around her for a few seconds until she hears your voice and feels your hand gently tucks the towel that she still holds in her hand.
“Oh. Uh, I’m sorry. Here you go.” You smile at her when she finally lets go of the towel. Unfortunately, the nose smells the smell again and Wanda clears her throat but being the caring person she is, she asks you.
“Are you okay, love? Is your tummy upset?” as much as Wanda cares about you but she instantly regrets her question.
“No, I’m okay. What? Wait, are you saying that my gas smells?! That’s just how it usually smells.” you pretend to freak out as you walk out of the shower wrapped in a towel.
“Uh oh. No, no. I didn’t say that. Uh–the reason I asked is because I care. That’s all.” Wanda starts to panic.
You start your pretend cry and whine, you cover your face. “It’s embarrassing. If you can’t handle it, how are you gonna be married to me?”
Wanda quickly feels bad but at the same time she doesn’t want you to walk away and lose the bet either. “Aw sweetheart, that’s not true. Don’t worry.” She hugs you even though it’s getting harder for her not to take a deep breath so she won’t inhale any more uncomfortable scents.
You feel the softness of Wanda’s hands rub the skin of your back and you actually love it. What is it with Wanda’s hug? Why do you feel so comfortable in it? What’s wrong with you right now? Oh geez, as much as you want to stay longer in her embrace, unfortunately you have to get away from it before it’s getting harder to be out of her arms. You nod.
“Okay, good girl. Now, why don’t you put on some clothes so we can have our date today, yeah?” Wanda kisses the top of your head. Oh goodness gracious, her tone and the way she calls you a good girl sends something to your brain and body that you can’t explain. You never feel something like it but you try to shrug it off and think maybe it was just because the first time a woman ever called you that. It’s nothing biggie.
You pull yourself away a little from her hugs. “Okay, Wands. I’ll see you downstairs.” You smiled. As soon as Wanda walks out of the bathroom and closes the door, she quickly inhales fresh air as if her life depends on it. She exhales a relief, shakes her head after what just happened.
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You can see Wanda is sitting on the couch in the living room as you walk towards her. The fireplace is on, some pretty fancy snacks with a bottle of red wine complete with two glasses are waiting for you as well. Soft lights around and the soothing rain drops outside offer a very comfy vibes. As always Wanda can’t help herself to smile when she sees you, everytime she sees you she feels a very comfortable feeling that she never feels from other girls she has been with but of course Wanda tries not to acknowledge that feeling. Wanda thought maybe the smile she has when she sees you was all because she knows she would win this bet.
“Well hello there, princess. Look how cute you are with my shirt and shorts. Come here, everything’s ready for you. You just need to pick which movie or sitcom we should watch.” she gently pats the empty spots next to her.
You are really impressed with everything that Wanda has prepared. It’s everything that you like. You always would rather have this kind of date than going anywhere fancy. You sit next to her and pick something to watch.
“Wow, this is nice, babe. So fancy but you pulled this off so easily.” you commented.
“Well, anything for the special woman.” Wanda starts her flirtatious strategy. She looks into your eyes and oh that smile again, it makes you almost forget to get the plan going.
“Special huh? Well, I don’t think I feel special enough yet. I’m sure you could plan something more especially if you make your future wife get out of her busy work schedule today to be with you.” you smirk as you tell her your needy demand in a teasing way, totally opposite than what you actually think. You actually love it but right now all you can do is hoping Wanda would think that you are ungrateful and unappreciative.
Wanda doesn’t like demanding women. Independent women always catch her attention, unfortunately she hasn’t met one. Wanda tries to ignore how demanding you are right now, all to win the bet.
“Oh? You are special. I know you would like this. Are you playing hard to get, sweetheart? Hmm?” Wanda’s face gets closer and closer to you. Your heart gradually starts to race. You try to keep your focus with you while trying to get back to this banter.
“Playing hard to get? I’m not. I think you just can’t handle me. I set my bar high and you should be able to reach it if you want to marry me.” You tease her back and you didn’t realize your face gets closer to hers too.
“There you go, my sweet straightforward lady. So you are on board with our arranged marriage then? That's good news.” Wanda gives you a come back with your own remark that you have said to her a few days ago.
“Like I said, maybe yes, maybe no.” you answered and your gaze was glued to her. This time Wanda only chuckles followed with a confident smile, thinking that she still has her fingers wrapped around you and her plan slowly working better.
Before you two know it, your face and Wanda’s are merely an inch. You look at her lips, so does Wanda at yours. You quickly bring yourself together and pull back a little. You clear your throat. “Uh- Why don’t we try this red wine you got here?”
“Oh yeah, yeah. Sorry, we wouldn’t want this great wine waiting.” Wanda awkwardly agrees and  pours some in both glasses. A little thought pops in her mind thinking about another almost kiss moment that breaks her own “no kiss” rule but of course she convinces herself it was part of the plan.
WIth that, the date starts. Sometimes both of you talk about random things or anything about each other. You try to be as messy as you can by dropping some crumbs or food. You try to swing your hand that holds the glass of wine while you are talking with her to drive Wanda crazy from the thought of you spilling it on the couch or the rug. It’s quite comical for you to see how she tries to subtly to avoid that to happen and not to offend you at the same time from doing so. Another meltdown from you is the last thing Wanda wants on tonight's date. She wants to leave much much better impressions on you. Part of you think she looks cute and adorable.
You can’t lie to yourself, you are actually having a great time with Wanda. Maybe Wanda isn’t that bad? Oh no, no, no. You and Wanda are buzzed after sharing a bottle of wine and opening another one. That’s all. She is not your type, well a little but no. You have to be all cringey, annoying and unbearable to her. 
You subtly try to look around, figuring out what you can do. Suddenly, an improvised wild idea came up in your mind. Part of you is hesitant to do it but after a rapid debate internally, your mind says fuck it. 
You gotta do what you gotta do. This is all part of the plan, that’s what you tell yourself.
Wanda was very surprised with your sudden move. You instantaneously move on to her and straddle her lap then kiss her. The Sokovian brunette was caught off guard, kissing you back yet thoughts bouncing around her head. What’s going on here? Both of you let out a soft hum, feeling your bodies melt perfectly to each other. She lays her hands gently on your back and mindlessly pulls you to lean closer to her.
In between kisses, Wanda tries to tell you her thoughts with a soft whisper. “Y/n..sweetheart.” your lips catch hers again as you respond “Hm?”
Again, Wanda tries to break the kiss and speaks. “Are you sure about this? I think you are drunk.” Well, her ego would really love this, thinking that she is really much much closer to her victory on her bet with Kate. As much as she loves the feelings of your lips on her, she respects you.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Are you okay with it?.” You answered as you back out a little, deep down a little panic if you took this plan too far. Wanda looks at you and smiles. “Why wouldn’t I be okay, gorgeous?” She asks lovingly and just like that you turn to the only exception from her no kiss rule. Her hands gently cup your face. My oh my, you are lost in her ethereal eyes. Not to mention her touch. Wait, wait. Are you and Wanda having a moment here? Or perhaps we can say another moment that really you can’t explain. That was not butterflies in your stomach right now. The warmth in your heart (no, scratch that), you meant the warmth in your chest is really just because of the wine. Yes, yes, it is the wine. Not because of the kiss nor Wanda. Hell, it’s not because of the moment right now.
Wanda pulls you back into kiss, in her defense, it’s to pull you deeper in her plan. Not because she wants to or likes it.
Shortly after you remind yourself to move forward to your plan, you kiss her neck and reach to unbutton her pajamas. One by one. Wanda always loves to be in control, including in this kind of situation. You know that. Even if it has been only a few days of knowing her, you can read that. That’s why you are doing what you are doing, showing that you will be the type of wife who wears the pants in the relationship.
You are sure a needy, controlling, demanding, and clingy plus “crazy” woman is the whole package that definitely scares Wanda away in no time.
You smirk and look at her in her sports bra. Here goes nothing, your mind said.
You kiss her collar bones and as soon as your kisses reach her breasts, you do something that launches Wanda into a bigger surprise, not in a good way.
“Aaaawwwwww, look at them. Pretty twins.” You start to baby talk as your hands cup both of her breasts.
Wanda’s closed eyes open abruptly. “Wait, what?” She looks down at you very confused.
“Yeah pretty twins. I shall name you Roni!” you exclaim in more baby talk then kiss her left breast. Before Wanda can ask even further, you move on to the right breast and do the same thing as you say “And I shall name you Ami.” you give more ridiculously loud kisses.
“R-roni?? Ami?? Hold on, hold on. Y/n, my dear. Did you just– Did you just name my breasts??” Wanda looks so baffled. Trying to figure out what really is going on.
“Mmhmm. Why? You don’t like it?” You answered in a fake innocent face and pout.
“No, no. Uh I–I do. It’s cute, really, but uh, don’t you think it’s a bit a mood killer?” Wanda carefully crafts her words and then smiles awkwardly.
“Mood killer?? What do you mean? That’s rude, I was being romantic and sexy with you in our sexy time.” you retort while actually you really want to laugh. You are having fun seeing Wanda’s reaction.
“I know. I know, but naming my breast and baby talk to them? Where in the world did you get the name ideas anyway??” You can see from her face that what you just did really cringes her.
“It’s from my favorite luncheon meat, Roni is short for pepperoni and Ami is short for Salami.” You are really proud of yourself for coming up with this idea and can’t wait to tell Natasha and Yelena about it.
“Oh God. Pep–pepperoni? Salami? But you are vegan, Y/n?!Few days ago you cried because of the meat I cooked for dinner and now you name my breasts with meat names?” Wanda rambles, frustration starts to show bit by bit.
“Then you would prefer Melonie and Coco? You know, because of the perfect round shape and size.” You nonchalantly offer her different name ideas and explain them with a little shrug. Right now you are trying to look innocent. A stark difference from how you were earlier as if you have different personalities.
Of course, it lures out more of Wanda’s reaction. “What? MELON and COCONUT?? Mine are not ridiculously big like them.” Wanda argues. Shade of red blush covers her cheeks as she crosses both of her palms to cover her breasts in such embarrassment and disagreement.
“Aaaaww. Okay okay. What about Squashy and Squishy, then? Squashy, because squash is my favorite vegetable and Squishy because yours are squishy.” you are back to baby talk and your hands playfully cups Wanda’s breasts.
Wanda looks at you in disbelief at what you just said and she lays her head back on the couch as her right fingers massage the bridge of her nose. “Aaaand it died. It just died.” Said Wanda referring to her mood on the “sexy time” with you 
“What? What died, babe?” You play dumb with your question. You know what she meant.
“Uh, nothing. Y/n, how about we call it a night, yeah? I’m tired, I got pretty buzzed earlier. I have things to do at the office tomorrow too.” Luckily, your plan works and you are glad that you can finally go home.
“Really? That’s all the date you said you prepared so special for me? Okay. I guess, I’m gonna go home then.” You pretend to look upset and disappointed.
“Oh no, no. You are not driving home now, sweetheart. It’s late now. You are drunk, it’s still pouring rain outside and you got a car problem earlier. So stay the night here please. I’ll ask the maid to get the guest room ready for you.” Wanda leaves you no room to refuse but you have to get out of here. Once again, you have to think quickly how to refuse her.
“Guest room? Really? Me, your future wife, sleeps in the guest room. That’s upsetting. I’m just gonna go home.” You pretend to cry for no reason and you quickly get off her lap so you can get ready to leave.
Her gaze follows where you walk to the door. “Where else are you supposed to sl—?” she halts her words when she realizes why you are leaving so upset. Wanda can’t let you leave upset from the date, it’s too risky for her.
She gets up quickly and tries to stop you. “Okay, okay. You can sleep in my room, on my bed..with me. Yeah? Sounds good? Yes yes, sounds much better than driving drunk in the rain. I won’t let anything happen to my woman.” Wanda agrees and gives full effort to make you stay.
You have no other excuse to leave so like it or not, you stay. You are just surprised with how determined Wanda is. On second thought, you think that she is right. It might be safer to stay the night.
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“Oookay, the bed is ready for you, love. You’ll sleep on the left side and I’ll sleep on the right side. Here’s your pillow and I have another blanket here if you need it. I’m going to brush my teeth right now and get ready for bed.” Wanda tells you as she just got done preparing the bed for you. 
You wanted to be needier and make the sleeping side of the bed a big deal but you are thinking you don’t want to look that bad in front of Wanda. Wait, what’s wrong with you? That’s the goal of this whole plan. Why would you even think that way? Okay, maybe you just want to be annoying in a more logical way. Yeah that’s probably it. 
You lay on your side, on the bed. Letting your back facing Wanda. Trying not to sleep too close with her when she comes back.
While you are trying to get comfy in bed, you hear Wanda from the bathroom.
Wanda is freaking out about what she discovers as soon as she gets to the bathroom. For a clean freak like her, it looks like a horror for her. Your wet dirty clothes are on the floor, your “hair” is on the floor, on the bathroom sink and even stick on the shower glass door.
Your plan definitely works because you heard her muffled voice in the bathroom freaking out saying “Oh no..no..no.. Oh Lord. Why is it so messy? Who lives like this? Calm down, Wanda. It’s nothing big.”
You laugh silently but as soon as you hear her walk out of the bathroom, you pretend to sleep. You heard her taking a deep breath to calm herself down.
Wanda finally lays down on the bed. “Good night, Y/n.” she gently says it but no answer from you so she assumes that you are asleep. You hear her whisper to herself. “What a night.”
You can’t really sleep but you pretend every now and then to snore loudly and make weird noises while you are “sleeping”. You toss and turn as well just so it will seem like it’s hell to sleep with you.
It was hard for Wanda to fall asleep because of what you are doing. She couldn’t believe how loud you snored but eventually both of you finally fell asleep.
Pt. 6
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M!reader with a corpse husband like voice
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none? Well except how reader got his deep voice...and a bit ooc
Pronouns: he/him
Ft. Metkayina family & sully family (mostly metkayina)
SLIGHT, neteyam x reader
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Both of your parents was from the metkayina clan and both of them were warriors but they sadly died protecting you and the clan
Ronal and tonowari took you in the family as if you were their son.
You were very happy but you barely talk, not really barely, you never actually talked to them at all.
You had to use hand signs to communicate with them. At first they didn't understand why you never really talked to them but once you "told" them that something happened in the past, they stopped you from saying more since it might be a topic you don't wanna talk about.
Aonung was very protective of you because of that reason, he would always keep an eye or bring you with him whenever he has to go somewhere. He always defend you from others whenever they mention something about you being quite or pestering you on why you were always quite. Not even his friends can tease you, only him can tease you, if someone else does it he will consider it as an insult.
Tsiyera is an angel towards you, she would always keep you company whenever aonung goes hunting. Always and I mean always brings you with her whenever she goes feed the ilus, aonung would always try to find an excuse to get you out of it.
Ronal was the most protective, forbids you from going outside the reef without aonung or Tsiyera. She always do daily check-ups on you. You're sick? She's there. You're injured? She's there. Someone is bullying you? The whole family is there-
Tonowari is in the middle of protectiveness. He will teach you about self defense, spear training,in rare times he lets you go outside the reef with him so he'll teach you about hunting. Yes, he won't let you go outside the reef without someone watching you.
When the sully arrived you were fascinated by how they look, they look more blue rather than teal. The sully noticed you after you pulled aonung by his ear when he tease them about their tail.
Once you heard the news about them living here you were quite excited to be friends with them, you weren't gonna teach them since you're not talkative. But you always follow them to see how they are progressing.
When you first spoke you accidentally hit your toe with a rock and yelled "Ow, that hurts" the gang was there and was completely suprised how your voice sounded. Lo'ak was the first one to break
"bro...YOU VOICE IS SO DEEP-" you giggled at the question he decided to say but the others started talking and questioning you so you were quite overwhelmed by the attention
Tsiyera noticing your discomfort she quickly told everyone to stop. "All of you stop, you are making him feel overwhelmed" everyone soon stopped talking, after they stopped you asked "is it really that deep?"
Aonung scoffed "is it really? Your voice is literally vibrating because of how deep is." Aonung said.
You build up more and more confidence about your voice and started speaking more, the gang was happy for you especially aonung and Tsiyera, they were happy that you started to appreciate your voice more.
Aonung would get so protective whenever you interacted with neteyam, he does not like the heart eyes neteyam would secretly give you whenever you look away.
When you first told them how your voice got so deep all of them screamed from shock.
"wait so the acid of your stomach builded up while you were sleeping and damage your vocal cords and now your voice is stuck like this" neteyam repeated, Tsiyera gasped and quickly went to hug your side "you must've been in so much pain, I'm so sorry you went through that"
You hugged Tsiyera gently and said "it's ok, it's all in the past there's nothing I can do. Besides I sound cool." Aonung put all the dots together and gasped "is that why you're afraid of sleeping, (___)?" You giggled and responded "yes, you and Tsiyera would hum me to sleep and then cuddle-" "SHUT-"
You,aonung,and Tsiyera decided to suprise tonowari and Ronal doing dinner about your voice.
"Baba, can you pass me that fruit" you said acting normal, at first tonowari didn't notice it "of course son, here....wait did you just-" all three of you laughed while Ronal and tonowari looked at you with shock, tonowari asked "how long have you been speaking?" "A few weeks ago baba-" "and you two didn't tell us?" "Wait ma-i told them not to tell that I spoke before because I was afraid you would see me different.."
Ronal softened and told you "my son, no matter how your voice sounds like,how you look,how you act, we will love you either way." She said "but would you care to tell us, why your voice is so deep?" You looked at Tsiyera and aonung as they both nodded, you sighed and told them.
Ronal covered her mouth while tonowari had a look of horror, "I can't believe you had to go through that-does it still hurt?" Ronal asked "a bit ma but I can handle-" "nonsense, I will make some tea to ease the pain" you watched as she quickly stood up and collect some ingredients, tonowari was at your side putting a hand on your shoulder "you are a strong and brave warrior going through the pain like that, I'm proud of you." After that sentence you smiled "thank you baba."
Needless to say the family got even more overprotective-/hj
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dovabunny · 4 months
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GhostSoap AU Concept - blind love
Soap is an army vet who lost his sight in an explosion. He now works as a masseur, he's good with his hands and his options are limited.
Ghost is a scarred, disfigured man in pain with insecurities he hid behind thick walls and a mask.
Ghost's body is a mess of injuries old and new, he can't even remember what it's like to not be in pain but always pushes through it. That he's getting older doesn't help either.
Until his back locks up mid mission and he's left in pain that has him limping and wincing.
Price has had enough of him dodging the question and actually orders him to get it looked at. Ghost refuses. First, he will not take off his shirt in front of a stranger, and he most certainly will NOT let a stranger touch him.
Price sighs and says he knows just the place.
If it wasn't an order Ghost wouldn't be here, no way in hell. He's just gonna go in, tell the guy to say he was here and leave.
It's a small parlour, if it can even be called that. A small two story building with a tiny waiting room and a door leading to the back.
But it was at the edge of town away from the bustle of the city, the wilderness literally just across the river next to it.
It helped a bit, the place being so out of the way. Ghost appreciated privacy, after all.
There was no one in the waiting room, but the door jingled when he entered. Soon enough a voice yells 'with you in a sec!', accent thick and Scottish.
THAT was unexpected. He was expecting a woman, possibly old and creepy. It helped a little bit more.
Then the door to the back swung open and he lost his breath a little.
The man walks out with a beaming smile, hair in a fkn mohawk that somehow looked great on him, built like a damn rugby player.
But it was his eyes.
A striking deep blue, but clouded.
At Ghost's silence the man's smile is a bit more forced. "I can tell you're there, ya know."
Ghost snapped out of his daze and stuck out his hand in greeting, then felt like a fking idiot and yanked it back. "It's Ghost, I mean, Simon. Price called about me."
"Ah. The lieutenant! Price told me you might be a flight risk," he chuckled, but somehow it didn't feel condescending or cruel as laughter towards him usually was. It was friendly, warm.
He felt entirely off kilter.
"I'm John MacTavish, call me Soap." He stuck out his hand. Ghost took it and shook, feeling callouses on his soft hands.
"Kind of name is Soap?"
Soap smiled. "It was my call sign. Was called by it so long anything else feels odd."
"You're military?"
"Was. Just entered SAS when," he gestures at his eyes with a strained smile.
Ghost didn't know how to respond, which Soap must've picked up on too cause he quickly followed with a "So! Shall we get started?"
Without waiting for a response, Soap walked to the back, Ghost snapping out of it and following after a beat.
He stood in the doorway and looked around. It had soft lighting, soft music from somewhere that sounded almost Celtic, it smelled... Amazing. Gentle and warm, but no distinct scent he could place.
Soap was moving around with precision, washing his hands and putting things ready.
Ghost had fully intended to go through with his plan - pay the masseuse to tell Price he was here then leave. Maybe buy a heat patch form the pharmacy.
But here, now, in this room with Soap - a veteran who'll understand, who can't see how ugly disfigured he is...
He decides to give it a chance. For the first time since he became a dead man, he's going to get out of his shell and try to take care of himself, to stop waiting for his inevitable death and actually work towards getting better.
In the best hands he could wish for.
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underoospeterparker · 11 months
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can we pleaseeee have a fic of Jade and fem reader being together on Tory's first day and Tory accidentally spills coffee on reader and when she tries to wipe it up Jade gets really pissed off and later just pulls Y/N to sit on her Lap.
this is so cute!
blurb, jade west x fem!reader, victorious
warnings: literally nothing except tiny bit of swearing
jade was forced to walk tori around the school to show her around by the guidance counsellor. apparently it would be good to 'broaden her horizons' by 'welcoming a new student to hollywood arts'. what a joke.
tori was, in short, the most basic girl jade had ever met. she was wearing the latest style, and of course, she carried a vanilla latte. her hair was platted to her face, clothes so bright it made jade want to vomit. disgusting.
"and.... here's the lockers. one last thing, and i swear to god, if you touch my girlfriend, i'll rip you to shreds-" jade was interrupted by a quiet voice.
"hi, baby!" you smiled up at your girlfriend. her usually angry eyes softened when she saw your smile. it never failed to brighten up her day.
"hi, sweetheart," your girlfriend murmured, letting out a small smile.
tori's annoying voice interrupted your conversation. "who's this?" she asked perkily, so cheerful it annoyed jade. in her eyes, you were the only one who could be bubbly in the mornings and she wouldn't get annoyed at you, ever. jade was a softie when it came to you.
jade rolled her eyes and proceeded to not respond, so you did it for her. "um, i'm (y/n), i'm, uh, jade's girlfriend." you stuck out your hand after your introduction, which tori took enthusiastically. "welcome to hollywood arts, i guess," you murmured.
you were kind of anxious introducing yourself to new people. you were scared of what they thought of you, which jade picked up on almost immediately. once people got to know you, they understood the person you really were.
jade grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently. her thumb gently stroked the back of your hand, trying to comfort you without words.
"you okay?" she said quietly.
"yeah, i'm good."
she smiled at you gently. "let's go eat?"
tori interrupted your conversation again. "do you mind if i join you guys? i don't really know anyone else yet, and-"
"sure, loser, you can hang with us."
the tables were crazy crowded, but you managed to find one outside. your table was you, jade, tori, beck, andre and robby.
while eating lunch, jade casually rested her hand on your thigh, and you loved the warmth of it. she always made you feel so safe with her.
tori suddenly stood up. "i'm just gonna go use the bathroom, i'll be right back-"
she got up from the table, but not before the remnants of her vanilla latte spilled all over you. the cup dropped to the floor and tori stood in shock. "oh my god, i am so sorry. here wait-"
she grabbed some tissues from a nearby table and tried to mop up the mess she had made on your clothes.
jade was watching the scene, infuriated with this girl who had just spilled a drink all over her girlfriend. "stop," she said calmly.
jade effortlessly pulled you onto her lap, where you rested comfortably as she tried to remove the stains on your shirt herself. she was so gentle. after trying her best, your shirt still looked like an absolute shit show.
you looked down, giggling at what you saw on your shirt. jade took the opportunity to plant a kiss on your forehead. she mumbled against your forehead, "i swear, i'm gonna kill that girl."
I have another jade west x reader fic coming soon!
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bougiebutchbinch · 2 months
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(CW: Unhealthy jealousy/reclaiming stuff that's way more fun in fic than real life)
Izzy gets into a free-use/polycrewle Thing with literally everyone aboard EXCEPT Ed and Stede after Calypso's Birthday. He's thriving. Relaxed for the first time in years, happy and open and comfortable with himself, developing unique and fabulous relationships with the entire crew.
The only downside? There's nowhere Stede and Ed can go aboard where they won't risk being assaulted by the visual of Izzy getting snogged or snuggled or Dicked Down by all his new boy/girl/themfriends.
Ed and Stede are. Not okay with this.
Oh, they tell themselves they're just annoyed because their own lovemaking keeps getting interrupted by, say, Wee John hitching Izzy up against the wall of their cabin and noisily going to town. They can't sleep without hearing Izzy moan.
But deep down, they both know they're incandescently jealous.
Izzy has barely looked at either of them since getting with the crew - at least, not in the usual tragic, yearning eye-fuck sense. Ed especially kinda... misses that. Izzy wanting him has been a part of his life for so long, and he strung him along because it boosted his self-esteem. And now Izzy's just... not interested? As soon as someone else stuck their dick in him? Did he ever really want Ed at all?
Stede hasn't known Izzy as long, but he definitely thought there was something brewing between them after their escape from Zheng's ship. Has he just gotten used to Izzy pining? Are he and Ed in the wrong for not wanting him to move on? Is this selfish of them, to not be happy for Izzy, and glad he's getting some (from people who aren't Them)?
They try to be happy for Izzy, but it's through gritted teeth.
On the other side of things - Izzy is ABSOLUTELY performatively rubbing it in, making the point that Ed's not the only one who's moved on and is way happier now. The crew, always up for causing chaos, are fully on board to help, and taking bets on how long it will take for Stede and Ed to aggressively pounce on Izzy and snog him with tongue.
Of course, three can play at the jealousy game - this turns into a horrific unhygienic sex-competition where Ed/Stede and Izzy/Crew aggressively try to make each other green-eyed with envy by fucking on every flat surface aboard. It ends in a vicious, vitriolic, hatesexy Steddyhands threesome in front of the entire crew, who offer running commentary throughout and critique Stede and Ed's form!
Anyway, after they've all had a post-coital cigarette, Izzy rolls over and glares at his captains, telling them '....I'm still gonna keep sleeping with the crew. You fuckers don't own me'. The main difference is, he also gives Stede and Ed some sugar every now and then.
This old man's heart is gonna give out from all the fucking sdfksdlgsdgf
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Part Two. Eclipse
Summary: After a heated argument with Lo’ak, Y/N and Kiri embark on a life threatening adventure. Neteyam races against time to save them.
Word count: 6k+
Warning: Violence. A little blood & gore but just a lil bit. Descriptions of parental pressure that may be triggering.
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When my heart just burst like a glass balloon,
I let it fly too high and it shattered to soon.
I was the wrong damn girl in the wrong damn room.
I broke my glass balloon. I let go of my glass balloon
- Hermit the frog, Marina.
The forests of Pandora are never still.
They're always bustling with life, in constant movement. Dancing. Breathing. A fan lizard makes its way across the overgrown flora, slow and steady. Unassuming-
“You snooze you lose”
A loud screech followed by a chorus of giggles echos through the trees.
The poor fan lizard never had a chance, is knocked clear off its path as four pre-teens , a tornado of movement and sound, fly by. Swinging from branch to branch without a care in the world, the poor creature erupts into a spinning rainbow right before colliding with the moss covered floor.
No matter, nothing matters as the four of you make your escape from the village as you so often do.
Kiri hot on your tail, Lo’ak at the helm. Spider swinging from vine to vine, holding his own despite his much smaller frame. The vivid cobalt stripes that you’d painted on him days prior still stained his skin.
The trees lessen and then thin out as Hell’s Gate comes into view.
The fortress is big, and ugly. All concrete and overgrown plants. The last remnant of the sky peoples bases, it had definitely seen better days. Since it had been abandoned over a decade ago and left to the few trusted humans it had kind of gone to shit. Scientists are great at discovering, exploring. Maintenance? Not so much.
“Wanna play some ball?” Lo’ak asks as he makes a beeline for the basketball courts. You love humans strange games, they’re useless- but their fun. Just your cup of tea.
“No, I’m gonna go check on mom” Kiri’s already leagues forward, headed towards the entrance. Barely paying any attention to her brother.
“Awe come on- it’s not like she’s not gonna still be there later. Plus we know that Norm’s keeping her plenty company” Lo’ak and Spider giggle at his jab and Kiri throws a glare over her shoulder.
Your teeth dig into your tongue as you fight to keep the smile off of your face shrugging before heading in after her.
“Not you too Y/N. Man, you guys suck. Who’s gonna play with me?”
“I'm right here, cuz” Spider exclaimed, huffing up in exasperation.
Their height difference is laughable.
The Avatar designed basketball to big to fit in Spiders hands, the last time the four of you had played he’d taken it straight to the face, his nose so broken that it never really healed right. The entire court looked like a crime scene and Max had scolded all of you.
You had to remember Spider’s human body, and it’s limits, even if he didnt want you too.
The smaller human steals the culprit of a ball from Lo’ak’s grasp and begins to dribble circles around him and Lo’ak as always, defies any kind of predestined rules.
The labs are a familiar alien. All beeping neon buttons and sterile white surfaces. Monitors filled with images you don't quite understand, no matter how many times they’re explained to you. Since the first time Kiri had brought you here, you’d been perplexed. An obsessed fascination. You liked learning new things, you liked chatting with the friendly humans.
And you liked visiting Grace.
Kiri’s mom is in one of the back corners. Submerged, a bio-tank holding her. Cradling her something like a womb. She looks peaceful, you assure your friend. Whatever dreams she’s stuck in must be good ones.
“Hi mom” Kiri whispers, her five fingered hand pressing gently against the glass. You watch her, let her run through the process of her carefully cultivated routine. She likes to talk to Grace, fill her in on everything that’s happened since the last visit.
You think she’d have a better chance of making connection a connection at the tree of souls but you keep that fact to yourself.
“Hi Grace” You place the bracelet that you’d made for her on the tank. “Kiri ate shit at the watering hole the other day. You would’ve thought it was hilarious”
And you never knew Grace, never would, but who wouldn't think Kiri faceplanting during wash day wasn't funny? If you were stuck in slumber, you’d want people to tell you jokes.
The scientists are cool, and you make your rounds. Handing out the little bracelets you’d made them. You’d just about gotten human measurements down, but they still did hang a little awkwardly off of their gangly wrists.
No matter. Doctor Kelsey is a Zoologist who had been good friends with Kiri’s mom, and had taken the initiative to teach you how to read.
Sky people letters were simple in composition, but confusing in structure. That doesn't stop you from keeping your nose buried in the books she offers. You like the vividly colored picture books better than the black and white chapter ones but to each their own.
“Hi Y/N” Doctor Kelsey greets, laughing as you reach into the cloth knapsack that you’d toted along, giving her back ‘The Lorax’, in exchange for another old semi tattered book from her library.
“How’d you like this one?” She chats as she digs through her collection
“It was very sad. They had no trees, no animals” You explain, a deep frown maring your features as you recount and retell the story you’d read. “This is how your planet is, no?”
You remember Jake telling a story about Earth. A dying star.
“Pretty much, the book was definitely supposed to be an analogy for Global Warming and mass consumption issues. Good job for picking up on that Y/N, you really have been excelling. I’m gonna give you something a little harder. If you have any issues with it, Kiri will help until you can come visit again”
She hands you a thicker book and you sound out the golden rod letters of the title.
“Pet-her pahn?”
“Peter Pan” She corrects good naturedly “I think you’ll like this one, it's about a boy that never wants to grow up”
“Are you sure you don’t want to give this to Lo’ak instead?” You deadpan and Doctor Kelsey lets out a peel of laughter.
She reads the first couple chapters out loud to you and Kiri before having to return to her work. You both listen, ears twitching with interest. You pack the fragile book safely into your knapsack before you leave.
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It’s nearing eclipse and you know you really should be getting home- instead you sit crossed legged on a step, your face twisted into a deep scowl.
You spend more time at Hell’s Gate than you should, your parents remind you of the fact often, but you love it here. You can make the trek home in your sleep.
Which is why you’re less worried about the waning sunlight. More concerned with the words that had just come out of Lo’ak’s mouth.
“You guys could never do it, and not even because you're girls. Ma’s a girl, lots of hunters are. You’re just wusses” He taunts, chest all puffed out.
He’d been like this, ego inflated to the nines since he’d come back from the mountains a few days ago, actually in flight this time. A wriggling yelping Ikran below him and air of self importance that he just couldn't seem to shake.
Scratch the fact that you and Kiri had just handed him his own ass at H.O.R.S.E.
“Didn't it take you like three times and a concussion to tame your ikran?” You sneer and Spider lets out a huff of a chuckle, coughing when Lo’ak side eyes him.
“It was only two-” He starts and Kiri shakes her head, cutting him off quick.
“It can't be hard if you were able to do it. I mean, think about the Tayrangi, in their clan even the children ride. It wouldn’t be that hard to go up to the mountains and claim one”
Somehow it ended up like this most days. Kiri and Lo’ak on opposing views. Bickering until your ears hurt. You and Spider innocent on lookers, casualties of war as you alternated whos allegiance to pledge. Well Spider did, even if Lo’ak was right on the money and Kiri was dead wrong you’d stand beside her.
“Yeah so? We aren't coast people. I bet you couldn't even make it up the mountain. You’d shit your pants before you even tried. What would you do Kiri? Try to hug your ikran into submission” His words are laced with condescending laughter.
You shouldn't take it so personally, Lo’ak can be a dick. He doesn't even mean to be most of the time.
But it hits a sensitive raw nerve in your chest, the same one that had been hammered endlessly for years. To be a hunter, you have to ride. To be a hunter, you have to train. To be a hunter, you have to want to be one, right? You can't run away from it at every turn…
“We’re gonna have to do it eventually” You grit out.
“Yeah, sure” he drawls out the ‘e’ “I think you should probably just stick to your beadworking. You know, things you’re actually good at”
In the blink of an eye Lo’ak is drenched in what remained of your banana fruit juice, you’d emptied the canteen right in his stupid face. He blinks in surprise, his mouth falling open, tail going ramrod straight
“You’re such a douchebag” You hiss. You don't completely know what that word means, but you’d heard the sky people throw it around a handful of times and knew that it was nothing good.
“You head straight for the forest without another word. Face hot and eyes stinging.
“Why would you say that?” Kiri glares at her younger brother who looks completely shocked, ears flat and mouth open.
“What? Tell her that she’s good at something? That’s the last time I try to be nice, shit. Grandmother just re-braided my hair” Lo’ak moans as he he rakes his hands down his face, over his chest and through his hair. He’s already sticky.
“Dont be so dense. That wasn't cool and you know it” She sighs, before following you.
“Girls are psychotic” Lo’ak laments, and Spider just shakes his head.
“Yeah, totally”
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The forest has already started to glow, the path home bioluminescent which just makes your furious steps even faster. You didn't want to get in trouble with your parents too. They already weren’t going too be thrilled about you ditching babysitting duty to go hang out at the ‘cursed place’
“Wait up!”
You huff and clear the jump between branches in a clean swoop of a jump.
“Come on! Dont be mad at me I didn't do anything!” Kiri exclaimes jumping after you and nearly running into your back as you stop dead, waiting.
“I'm not mad, okay. I'm just-” You shake your head with a sigh. Not wanting to speak the words in your head. “Come on, we need to get home”
“Its okay to be mad at Lo’ak. My dad is, like, all the time” Kiri tries to soothe as the two of you continue your route.
“I can't be mad at someone who was only telling the truth”
“That wasn't the truth. That was him trying to pacify himself over the fact that he didn't get it first try like Neteyam”
Your stomach flutters when Kiri mentions her eldest brother, as it always does. You ignore it like you always do.
Pushing on further, faster, until the twinkling warm lights of the village come into view. They’ve already started preparing for the night and you need to start preparing for the earful you’re about to get.
Your heartbeat goes tense and anxiety creeps up your spine, your tail flicking in rapid jerky motions.
Kiri doesn't pry, she never needs to. She lets you huff and puff and stomp all the way back home, knowing that you’ll spill.
You lean against the bark of the trunk, your arms crossing over your chest as you look at your friend. She stands in front of you, expectant but not forceful. Already knowing whats bothering you, you’d vented about this particular issue so many times in the past.
“At least he got it, eventually. Didn't get himself killed like so many have before him- Kiri I don't know how I'm ever supposed to do that. My parents-” you choke on the word parents, have to swallow up the word vomit “My mom wants me to start really focusing on training and I just-”
“Don't want to?” Kiri offers.
“Completely suck at it. Everyone keeps telling me that it’s gonna get easier, it's in my blood, but I’m not a warrior. I don’t feel it, you know. I just want to read my new book, and make a necklace with those stones we found at the river. And gossip with the girls'' You sigh because why can't it be so easy?
“I think you’d be a great village gossip, we should ask my father if he can make that your official title”
You laugh in spite of yourself and your soured mood “It’s not funny. I'm never going to be what they want me to be. There's no way I’m ever going to be able to tame an ikran. He’s right”
“You don't really think that”
“No I really do. Im pretty sure I’d break my neck trying. I fall of direhorses all the time”
“You can also hit a moving target with your eyes closed. You don't have to be good at all things, all the time Y/N. It’s impossible” She reaches out to pat your shoulder.
“Try telling my mom that '' You sigh, and bring your hands to face, covering your eyes as you talk “I just don't want to disappoint everybody when I’m not able to do it. When I’m not able to complete my Inknamaya and become this great warrior they keep talking about. They’ll all come up to watch me get eaten by my own ikran”
“Would it be easier if they weren't watching?” Kiri offers solutions.
Probably so, but she knows how your family is. You remind her of the fact.
“What if we tried without them…if you didn't feel like you needed to perform, maybe you wouldn't be so in your head the whole time?” Kiri always has the worst plans. Seriously. But this one tops the cake.
You pull your hands from your face to glare at her incredulously. “You’re not serious”
“Why not? Tayrangi kids do it while they’re still in diapers, they don't have any training for it- they know what to do in their hearts. The great mother guides them through it”
“Kiri. Absolutely not”
“Think about it, cause I have. Even before tonight with my stupid brother. Tsaheylu is sacred, we know how to make it from the moment we’re birthed. It doesnt need to be browbeaten into us, we don't have to do it everyone else's way. My mother made the bond with a palulukan! And my father with Taruk? Who taught them how to do that?”
You shake your head because she’s far too good at convincing herself that her asinine ideas aren't exactly that.
You’ve seen the way the forest interacts with her, you know how special she is…but this would certainly get you both killed. Thirteen is young to make the bond with an Ikran anyway. Even the highly skilled, trained and ready warriors have trouble with it.
You're shaking your head, arms back tightly crossed over your chest, about to go full older sister mode when there's a rustling in the nearest tree.
Two sets of ears twitch, focused on what's coming-
“Lo’ak? Kiri?- There you are!”
Neteyam swings in from above, lands gracefully on his feet in front of you.
His amber orbs scan quickly over you both, apprising and slightly annoyed and your stomach does its tell tale flutter. Having him so close, tall and looming never does good things to your weak, wanting heart.
“You do realize that you were supposed to be home hours ago- it's almost eclipse. Mom and dad are pissed, he would have come out himself if Norm hadn’t radioed in that you all we’re using Hell’s Gate as a playground again”
Neteyam sounds every bit his role. Future clan leader, semi disgruntled older brother.
“It's not even eclipse yet, there's still light” Kiri is reaching, it's all but dark out. “Right Y/N?”
“Right? We definitely had a quarter hour left at least, if anything we’re right on time” You nod, catching her line of bullshit and rolling with it.
Neteyam pinches the bridge of his nose. “Your parents are upset too Y/N. I wouldn't use that line with them if I was you”
The anxious flick of your tail comes back full force “Like really upset? Or just- a little bit?”
His deadpan face tells it all. “Where is Lo’ak?
Another shuffle in the trees, leaves and smaller branches swaying. Lo’ak appears, obviously behind. He doesn't land nearly as gracefully as Neteyam.
“I’m right here bro, chill out” Lo’ak’s eyes meet yours briefly and you huff, still upset clearly.
Your nose is high in the air as you turn away. If you had to get scolded, you’d do it with some kind of dignity- and he could fuck right off.
“What is all over you?” Neteyam questions his brother from behind you, plucking at his one of his younger brothers sticky braids.
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Its an accumulation of things, your mother tells you. She doesn't scream, but the tongue lashing is no less intense. No, if anything it's worse. You can't look her in the face.
Its an accumulation of things, she tells you. It’s your disregard of your duties, who would have watched your little sisters had an Aunt not volunteered to do what you should’ve. You are to watch over them while she’s partoling and you know that.
It’s your training, or lack thereof. You can't get better if you don't put in the effort. If you don't focus.
“It’s this streak of immaturity , Y/N. You are not a childling anymore. By the time I was your age I was helping feed our community, I had found myself within the people. I want that for you- and you disappoint me at every chance”
Your ears are plastered to the side of your head the entire time, your tail wrapped around your calf. You take it wordlessly, blinking furiously at the tears because you can. Not. Cry.
“Are we done?” You croak and your mother looks like she might cry herself. Instead she nods and you sprint as quickly as you can away. Only when she can't see your face do you let the tears roll fast and hot.
It's later in the night, laying with your family on your cot. Staring at the star filled sky that you recount your mothers words.
Disappoint me.
You disappoint me.
Somewhere, somehow, Kiri’s get mixed in.
What if we tried without them?
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To tame an Ikran, you have to go where the Ikrans are.
This was known by all. You’d heard stories of how tedious the journey was, but as you make it yourself, you realize that all before you had minimized its nature.
You and Kiri had taken direhorses out in the early morning under the guise of foraging for berries that you had spotted a week before when visiting the lab. They hadn't been ready to pick then, somehow your Grandfather buys it. Sends you out with a kiss on the forehead.
You're glad your mother is out hunting, she wouldn't have been such an easy sell.
It was early, when you’d left. The sun just rising. Now it is high in the sky, shining brightly as the two of you ride as far down the path as you can go on horseback. The path is narrow and carved into the face of a steep cliff. Rocks crumble away, you soothe the gentle beast beneath you.
Kiri seems to be doing the same for you. Turning back to look at you every few minutes.
“How do you know where we’re going?” You’d questioned her when she’d offered to lead the way.
“I just know. Eywa will show us”
To anyone else that might have not been enough. You follow her eagerly.
The direhorses can only take you so far- before its time to climb.
And climb you do.
The two of you scale the floating mountains none too fast. Its treacherous unstable ground, the wind shifting the terrain with every breeze and you never quite feel like you have your sure footing.
You’d grown up in hometree. They say it isn't as large as the one that your parents grew up in, that the sky people destroyed, but it still towers high. You’d ridden on the back of your mothers ikran, you'd climbed to the top of lovers Peak to watch the great colors in the sky.
You were no stranger to heights, but as Kiri jumps, and latches on to a weak looking vine in mid air you hesitate. You stop for a moment, and look below you.
All you can see are clouds, misty and white. So high up that you can't even see the ground.
“Come on, Y/N!” she calls for you and you gulp. Breath through your nose and take the leap.
The journey is laborious, and feels like it lasts forever. By the time the two of you make it to the entrance of the mouth of the cave you are both covered in sweat, panting profusely. Your arm muscles scream at the intense treatment. You reach a hand out, sweeping through one of the waterfalls that seem to fall into nothing.
Rub the cool liquid on the back of your neck.
It was hell to get to, but the mountain of the Ikran is beautiful.
They fly in the hundreds here, screeching and circling each other in the sky, sweeping from mountain to mountain. Their breeding grounds lush with waterfalls and fungi.
Looking down, down through the gaps of clouds you can see the forest below. It looks so small and and far away. Your stomach lurches, you feel like you’re flying already.
“We made it. I can't believe we made it. Thank you great mother” Kiri whispers, her hands clutching her chest.
“Don't thank her quite yet, we still haven't gotten through the hard part” You remind her- because its there. Looming just out of sight.
There is only a moment to catch your bearings, before you settle in on what you came for.
“We can still go back” Kiri offers. She has to. You don't have to do this.
You shake your head. “No, we can't. We came all this way and I’m never climbing this mountain again”
It’s through one of the waterfalls, the sound of rushing water filling your ever twitching ears as you pay close attention to your footing on the narrow, slippery ledge. It’s white noise, the first peace you’d had since the start of your climb.
“How will we know if an Ikran chooses us?” one of your peers had asked during training and Jake had smiled. All to canine.
“It’ll try to kill you”
You fist the bolo rope you’d brough until the leather digs deep into your palm as they come into view. All of them, dozens. Ikrans of all colors and sizes are seated at what looks like a basking site. They slowly become aware of the outside intrusion, and then its eyes. So many of them. All focused on you and Kiri.
“How are we gonna do this?” You whisper to her, heart pounding in your throat. Adrenaline rushing protectively through your veins.
“I’m not sure yet” She replies very unhelpfully.. Of course It goes the way all things go with Kiri.
Strange.
She doesn't seem as scared as you are, she steps lightly around the winged creatures, whispering all the while. You’re glued to your spot, still not far from where you’d entered. You’d seen your friend do a number of weird things, unexplainable things. But this…was something else. She approaches an Ikran. And it doesn't try to kill her.
No, the mostly chartreuse creature cocks its head at her. Skittish and unsure. You’re too far away to hear what she's saying but Kiri keeps whispering. Talk to it, as one does a child. A smile on her face, her arm outstretched and welcoming.
“Kiri don’t!”
You’re trying to figure out how exactly you’re going to explain a missing arm to her family when she takes a hold of her que, and simple as anything, connect it to her ikrans.
The gasp you let out leaves your throat sore.
You’re confused. Cant believe your eyes. You’re still in disbelief when she takes flight, the green and silver of the wings sparking in the high alkaline sunshine. Kiri soars through the air- making a wide turn, and coming back to where you’re still rooted.
“How did you do that?!” Your voice breaks and your eyes are wide as saucers.
“I asked her if she wanted to be my friend!” Kiri hollers back. Completely serious. “You can do it Y/N! You’ve gotta, this is amazing! She yells “You’ve got this!”
And you want it, so badly.
You want to be in the air with her, you don't want to go back to the village riding her coat tails and reeking of defeat. You have to do this, you square your shoulders,
“I’ve got this!” You reply, even though you keep thinking about Lo’ak’s unconscious body on the back of Neytiri’s ikran the first time he’d tried this. He’d been knocked unconscious, head bloody and his mom had had to carry him home.
It is glaringly apparent as you take the steps that your friend had just made, that this is not going to go the same way for you.
Where the banshee’s seemed to be at peace with her being here on their territory they reacted completely differently as you approach. Wailing loudly, scattering. Hostile and ready to strike.
They didn't want to be your friend.
Everytime you get close, they take off, jumping ship. Taking to the skies.
Until one doesn't.
Perched on a rock, the creature looks at you with a sharp turquoise eye. Only one, the other is scared, disfigured from past battle. She’s huge and dark purple. So dark she looks shiny with it, the orange, green and magenta splotches on her skin give the appearance of an oil slick.
She’s nothing like the pretty, feminine ikrans you’d so admired growing up. She’s fierce and terrifying and for a moment you think that there's no way she’s choosing you.
“Oh shit” you hear Kiri, distantly.
The ikran opens her massive jaws and lets out a roar that shakes you to your core.
“It’ll try to kill you” Jake had answered the question. Training young hunters to the best of his ability “And you’ve gotta call their bluff”
You muster a fierce hiss, even though you feel anything but, and then its on.
Lightening quick, chaos ensues. A tangle of limbs and wings. You can't wrap your mind around what's happening, there’s no room for any other thoughts then make tsaheylu. You have to follow your body, trust it. But it's so hard when something three times your size is struggling against you, trying to take any chance it has to kill you.
“Make the bond!”
You get the bolo wrapped around its gnashing jaws and chalk it up to pure luck. In the next moment one of it’s wings expands violently, throwing you back. Luckily not straight over the edge, but against the rough rocky wall opposite.
Your head connects with a sickening thud.
Your world goes dark, the pain on the right side of your face excruciating and your ears ringing from the impact. Or is that Kiri screaming? You force yourself to collect your bearings, forcing up onto your knees. You can taste metallic in your mouth and your head feels too heavy for your neck to hold.
A flash of purple brings your eyes back to focus.
NO.
The ikran is going to take flight, her wings outstretched. She’s going to leave and you’re never going to have another chance. You’re going to have to ride back home bloody and defeated. A loser who never should’ve tried. You’re going to disappoint your family, again. You won't be able to bring this glory to them-
You didnt come this far to go back empty handed. You weren't going to get in trouble for nothing.
The ikran takes off disappearing over the edge.
And you jump off the cliff behind her.
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Jake is making his rounds, there’s so many of them now a days. He checks in with Mo’at, runs perimeter. Takes account of his people, and wonders if the imposter syndrome will ever fade. Tuk is still just young enough that she sticks to his side like glue.
“Daddy, look at this!” “Daddy, what’s that!”
A part of him wishes all of his children were still 5 years old. Still thought he hung the stars just for them. Instead he barely knew where they were anymore. Teenagers are still teeangers no matter what planet they’re on.
He does mental intake- Neteyam would no doubt be leading training. Kiri off somewhere with Y/N, and Lo’ak was hunting with Neytiri so for once Jake didn't need to worry about him.
Everything was fine. Everything was great…so why did he have this gnawing feeling in his gut that it wasn't?
It’s okay, this is why he’d given his family coms, so that he could check in whenever he wanted to.
He touches base with Neytiri first, her and Lo’ak are fine and he better not mess up her shot again.
Then Neteyam, he’ll be on stand-bye if needed.
“Kiri, I need your six. Over” He’s met with dead silence. He tries again, and again only for the same result. And that’s not normal. Kiri, at this age, will usually reply with some sarcastic smart ass quip. Captain dad, she calls him.
She’s never gone radio silent. And Jake’s gut has never lead him astray. Something’s wrong.
Tuk is pulling on his hand, taking his ear off but he’s sinking into a place he knows all too well- he can't panic. His brains not hardwired for that, too many battlefields, too much experience.
“Neteyam? When was the last time you saw Kiri, over?”
The first place he looks for his daughter is with Y/N, the two are practically conjoined at this point. You aren't to be found at your hut, but your grandfather tells him that the two of you had gone gathering. Bubble berries, its their season but the timing doesn't match- if his daughter had left this morning, she’d be back by now.
Jake’s in full military mode, furiously barking out orders.
A search party needed to be dispersed. Now. He’s gathering his men when Vitany, your mother touches ground. She’s confused, and then she’s fearful. He can see his own emotions mirrored in her eyes. She’s a great warrior, one of his best. She’d fought beside him for the last decade. No fear, heart of a lion. That all tends to go out of the window the moment your child is involved.
“Ma’ Jake!”
As Neytiri and Lo’ak land, having raced home from hunting at the news- his wife looks much the same. Terrified, confused. Shooting off question after question, where can they be? Where do they start?.
He’s about to take flight- to follow the search party.
“Dad!” Its Neteyam, and along with him he’s toting Spider. A gentle but firm grip on the younger, smaller boy's shoulder.
“What’s going on? What is it?”
“You need to tell them what you told me” his eldest son urges the human boy “Right now”
Jake’s always felt for Spider. A kid misplaced forever on a planet not his own. With people who could never and would never see him as anything but an alien.
All eyes are on him.
“It was uh, it was like a week ago. When they came to visit Hell’s Gate. We all got into it about ikran riding and how Kiri and Y/N weren't cut out for it. Kiri said that she could do it a different way like the Tayrangi Clan did, and Y/N just got really pissed at Lo’ak and left-”
“Is this true?” Neytiri looks to Lo’ak who hangs his head. But nods in agreement.
“What are you saying?” Jake presses, because he needs a solid answer.
“I think that they might have gone into the mountains. To try and tame ikrans” Spider finishes and Neteyam lets go of his shoulder, his hand slightly shaking.
“No” Vitany gasps horrified. Her daughter isn't trained enough. What the human boy just spoke of is certain death, she's on the back of her own ikran within seconds, taking off as fast as she can.
Racing towards the breeding grounds. Neytiri is hot on her trail.
“Neteyam, I need you with me, let's go!” Jake calls for Bob, high pitched bird sounds, and the beast lands at his feet, ever loyal. Looking at him, Jake remembers just what it took to tame him-
“Not you” He bellows, already mid flight. Catches his youngest son gripping his reins. Lo’ak protests, his eyes watery as the weight of his actions weigh down heavily on him.
“Dad, please”
“You’ve done enough”
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Neteyam spends most his life in flight, since he had passed his rite of taming Atanzaw(lightning) years ago, he never wanted to touch ground.
He felt most himself in the sky. Free, lost to the vastness of the wind. He’d take any hunting, scouting or perimeter control shifts he could get his hands on, as long as he could fly.
It's an unusual feeling, being on ikrab back and having his stomach tied into knots. Being so worried that he can barely breathe.
He has to keep his mind clear to keep Atanzaw flying straight, piercing through the clouds like a bullet. He can't imagine his sister mauled to death or her best friend thrown to her death. It is too much.
He let his guard down, he knew he needed to help keep a closer eye on his siblings when his mother was hunting and he let his fucking guard down.
Kiri and Y/N we’re always running off, but never far. He could always track one’s movement by the other’s. Keeping an eye on Y/N had become a part of his routine, and he’d slacked.
Y/N hadn’t shown up for training and he should’ve known something was wrong- but she’d been off all week. Upset at something that was none of his business to uncover. Overworking herself, walking away from friends that she’d usually spend her time chattering with.
Shit.
He’s better than this. He’s going to be Olo’ekteyan someday, how is he supposed to keep the people safe if he can't even keep his sister safe? He’s wallowing in could’ve, would’ve should’ve’s when he hears a scream.
Neteyam banks against the wind, using all his strength to pull himself and Atanzaw in the other direction. Towards the screams, towards where his sister and her friend we’re undoubtedly in imminent danger.
He doesn't get shocked much, and when he does, he’s always able to hide it. Able to handle it enough that no one even noticed.
His mouth hangs open and his ears point straight at the sight that greets him.
No longer is the sky filled with screams, but with girlish giggles. Yelps and ikran caterwauls.
Kiri and Y/N do barrel rolls around each other, in hysterics as they play in the clouds. Both of them sat atop their respective ikran- not dead. Not dying. But frolicking, like schoolgirls. Like they didn't just give the village a collective fucking stroke.
Neteyam is angry, furious even. But more so, he’s impressed. That combined with the shock is a potent mix in his system and he can help but let out an incredulous laugh. Somehow the two of you were not only alive, but flying, bareback. Had climbed the Hallelujah mountains alone, and tamed ikran.
You were both in so much fucking trouble.
A|N: Okay I know the story is lacking Neteyam right now, buttttt I just needed to get through with the set up. All of the rest of the chapters will be very Neteyam x Reader heavy.
Also- I read an article that said this is how Kiri bonded with her Ikran in the comics? And thought it was rad. I had to roll with it.
Please comment and tell me what you think! And what you wanna see in future parts! More interaction will always mean quicker updates.
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bonny-kookoo · 11 months
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Yoongi: Eat The Rich (1)
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In which Yoongi isn't actually interested in you. And you're absolutely not interested in him.
Tags/Warnings: cat hybrids Yoongi & mc, Violence, murder, strangers to lovers, blood, angst, graphic descriptions of violence, adult themes, fluff, romance, suggestive themes such as making out and dry humping haha but no smut in this sorry
Length: Long
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He's seen you around before.
You usually just.. exist all by yourself, as if the world around you simply doesn't. You don't have a place to stay- he knows this, because you just told him so as he sits next to you, cigarette between his lips while you snack on a small bag of crunchy and salty snacks. "Where'do you keep all your shit then?" He asks, flicking the burning cigarette, red hot bits flying off, glowing brightly in the dark of night.
"Nowhere." You answer quietly. It's another thing that's stuck with him; your voice is so soft and quiet, something he himself isn't used to anymore, or has ever been. It haunts him just like your scent, your tail faintly brushing against his own absentmindedly. "Don't have anything." You shrug, licking your fingers before diving back in for another piece in the bag.
"Why?" He asks, unsure. Everyone has things. Clothes at least, or maybe a blanket, anything to sleep on- where do you sleep at night anyways? He's not sure why he's so interested in you these days. Maybe its because you're one of the rare hybrids that follows the idea of independence- something he does himself as well. It's illegal, considering a hybrid can't live on their own without a human owner- but he, his group, and many others offer protection to any hybrid wanting to follow that idea.
It's your right, his right- and so it's only natural he does what he does, even if he has to use violence often. It's not a part he enjoys a lot. But it's what it is, down the line.
"They can't take what you don't have." You simply mumble, licking your lips as you adjust the bag, shaking it to collect the crumbs to pour them into your mouth.
Yoongi quietly shrugs and nods in agreement. You probably have it a lot harder as a female hybrid on the streets. He's offered a place to sleep at one of the warehouses his gang uses- but you've refused, explaining that you've been too trusting in the past, now tainted forever with the fear of being betrayed again. You don't know him, he doesn't know you- so it's not that dumb of an answer, he has to admit.
So he doesn't offer it again, but rather tries to keep an eye out for you whenever he can.
"You wanna have another one?" He asks you, referring to your little bag of snacks- but you shake your head, standing up before stretching, tail curling up before relaxing. Yoongi is sure the night won't be comfortable in that dress of yours, temperatures not exactly warm at all.
"No, thank you." You shake your head. "I'm getting tired, so I'll be on my way to find a place to sleep." You explain yourself, and watch him look at you intently.
You know that look by now, You know he wants to ask you, but he doesn't. It's something you appreciate and enjoy about him- he respects you, and it's unusual for you to be on the receiving end of such an act. He's bad news, you know he is- but he's also one of the only somewhat nice men you've ever met, be it a hybrid or a human. "At least try and stay somewhere under a roof. It's probably gonna rain soon." He mumbles more or less to himself, lighting another cigarette.
And you just laugh a little to yourself as you walk off.
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You're staring into nothingness, and he wonders what you might be thinking.
He's currently downtown to scare some people that have been awfully nervous these past few days, just to make sure everyone stays in line for now until he can do something about those ongoing investigations. It's always a rather stressful situation whenever law enforcement gets a whiff of him anywhere- but Yoongi is usually on the longer end of the rope, considering the amount of people in pretty high up places he's got bribed and tied into his own noose.
They know that if Yoongi get's caught, everyone will be pulled with him. And those people he's got under his claws are all too obsessed with their own wealth and comfort to really realize the bigger picture that's being drawn here. Yoongi might be called nothing but a streetcat- but he's the real apex predator here, simply playing with his prey.
You however seem tired.
He wonders if you've slept at all in the last 24 hours- probably not, if he has to make a guess. There's a huge festival currently going on, people partying till late night and early mornings, to there's really no way for you to find a quiet or secluded place to sleep at. And you also don't want to go with anybody for favors- you're not yet at that stage, he assumes.
They've not broken you yet, but it's only a matter of time.
"Just give him a fake hint, something to buy me some fucking time." Yoongi gruffly says to one of his members, irritated by the latest developments of his situation.
"I'm sorry Yoongi-" The man offers. "-but I won't be doing that."
It all happens incredibly fast. Suddenly he's on the ground, hissing while his presumed gangmember tries to stab him, knife impaling the floorboards next to Yoongi's head before the guy rips it out to try again, a hand on the hybrid's neck now cutting off any air supply, effectively choking him. It's then that he can see something like a rope being used to pull the guy off of him, and Yoongi uses that moment to catch his breath, painfully drawing in air as his ears ring for a moment, vision white and unfocused.
Only when his senses return does he notice the commotion going on, a noise he himself has heard all too often happening, before something clatters to the ground. He can only watch helplessly for a moment as you're being dragged away by your hair, something happening outside he can't tell.
You were ready to kill for him. Willing to save his life, even though Yoongi has never done anything for you in return except talk to you sometimes.
And now you're paying the price, as he blacks out for what feels like just a second.
"Yoongi!" Someone calls out, multiple other gangmembers flocking inside the storage room to check on the situation, helping him sit up. He shakes them off with a short nod, simply silently telling them that he's alright, before he makes his way over to the knife that's left on the scene, blood splatters on the ground clearly proof of damage being done, and he internally hopes dor a second that none of it is yours-
though his sense of smell tells him that there's a trace of you here as well.
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He's pretty much on the hunt for you.
Combing the area with one of his most trusted friends who's also a licensed doctor, having formerly worked in an emergency department at a hospital in another town. He's a little on edge, considering the fact that he finds blood traces of you here and there- but they're all cold and dried. "Are you sure she didn't like, hide in an apartment or something?" Namjoon questions, and Yoongi shakes his head.
"I'm sure." He reaffirms himself, sighing in frustration as he looks around. He doesn't know you well enough to be able to tell where you might've gone- but as a cat hybrid himself he can completely understand your behavior. It's natural for him as well to hide away if he's been injured, instincts forcing those actions onto him, so it's no wonder you've vanished.
And worse for him; considering that you're a hybrid avoiding law enforcement, you're pretty damn skilled at hiding.
Time, however, is ticking. It's only been a few hours, but he himself knows from experience how fast you can be fine before your body crashes. He's got to find you, pay you back somehow by saving your life in return, or at least attempt to help you, because he's promised himself no one would ever have to die for him.
And he's not going to break that promise anytime soon, not if he can change it.
He's roaming around the quietest outskirts of town, searching abandoned sheds and small shelters, when he stops in one of the larger abandoned factory halls. There's a trace of your scent, mixed with the irony smell of blood-
When a drop hits his shoulder, making him look up.
"How the hell did she even get up there?" Namjoon asks no one in particular, astonished, having found you as well. You've somehow managed to climb onto the large metal support structures a little higher up, but for Yoongi, it's not really about how you've gotten up there-
But how he's gonna get you down.
"Hey-" he calls up, and your ears move for a second, tired eyes looking down at him as you look away almost grumpy about his presence. "How- I know you don't want to but you gotta get your ass down!" He tells you, though all he gets is a swipe of your tail, some blood on the very tip of it being tossed onto the ground below at his feet. "Come on, you're hurt- I just wanna help!" He tries again.
"Dont want it." You rasp quietly. You don't say you don't need it- because you're not stupid. You know you need it. But in the past every single time you've accepted it, help has always come with some sort of shit for you to do afterwards. It's never just a kind gesture, but rather a business exchange almost.
And all you ever had to offer was yourself.
"Just lemme.." you don't continue your sentence, suddenly awfully sleepy. It's like you're drunk, pain momentarily lifting as you close your eyes.
"She's unconscious." Namjoon notices, the sight of you having instantly switched on his medical instincts to access the situation. "Very pale, shallow breathing. There's a large stain of blood on her right side and-"
"Yeah yeah do that later, how the fuck do we get her down?" Yoongi cuts him off angrily, already looking around to find a way to get to you. "Fuck.!" He curses to himself, before a noise is heard from above him.
"She's slipping-" Joon calls out, but thankfully, Yoongi had already noticed, catching you somewhat without causing more harm.
Thank God you weren't that high up.
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Yoongi is watching with crossed arms how his best friend is wiping your blood off of his hands.
Namjoon had tried to convince Yoongi to bring you to an actual emergency room- but the cat hybrid knows you'd never forgive him if he did. They'd immediately put you in government care, lock you in and keep you there, taking your freedom away from you.
He won't be doing that. He knows he himself would rather die than be put in a place like that ever again.
"I was right, thankfully." Namjoon nods after a little while, watching how you breath a lot more deeply now. "None of her injuries were life threatening yet- but a few more hours and I'd say she'd be in a different position." He offers, sighing as he watches you breathe calmly, sleep holding you hostage especially with all the pain relief Namjoon had been offering you just in case.
Yoongi nods, as Namjoon moves to clean up the stitched cut on your tail, wrapping gauze around it carefully.
He trusts his friend after all, having been saved from the grasp of death by this young man. He's his most vital member, because without him, things would've gone entirely south at this point in time. "Do we have any info on where the fucker is yet?" Yoongi asks Jungkook, a young dog hybrid walking in.
"I've traced him back quite a good while, but I've lost his scent in the city. He most likely showered somewhere and discarded his clothes." The youngest member of the group offers a bit defeated. "Sorry."
"Better than nothing. Give Jin a rough location where he might've changed, and tell Hoseok to keep an eye on the area. He might not have gone that far yet." Yoongi mumbles, his own eyes focused only on you and your softly rising and falling chest.
He knows, deep down, there's a connection to you that's undeniable. But he also knows that he doesn't want it to force anything onto either of you.
Time will tell what will happen to the both of you.
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"I have no idea.." namjoon sighs, just as surprised and horrified as Yoongi is looking at the scene.
They've left you alone for the night, and today, early morning, you're gone. "She's just as wild as you it seems.." Namjoon says, carefully picking up some of the fallen down equipment that had been attached to you at some point.
It didn't surprise him all that much, the more he thinks about it.
You've shown yourself to be extremely cautious, and in some way, it makes him a bit less worried about you being out there all on your own. He's tried to help you- and you clearly don't want the help, so when Jungkook asks to go out and track you down, he shakes his head at the young dog hybrid. "She'll reach out when she wants to." Yoongi simply says. "No use in forcing it."
And so he lets you go, doesn't search for you, because in the end, you do end up reaching out to him all on your own.
Silently, he holds out half of a peeled tangerine to you, who quietly sits down next to him, some space in between you both. You take it, without saying anything, your tail curling around you securely as you eat the sweet fruit.
"You could've stayed, you know." He says after a moment, watching together with you how a human women yells something at another guy about him buying the bread she wanted.
"Hmhm." You hum. "Cause I'm your mate n' all.." you mumble quietly, making him click his tongue, crossing his arms while his cat ears turn back in annoyance.
"No." He denies. "Cause you saved my life." He reminds you, and you lean your head to the side, seemingly having to think about it.
"Dont remember." You shrug, though he can sense you're just making a joke. The gauze around your tail is still in place, after all, scratches on your cheek still visible as the blood scabs still remain.
"Dont care." He argues back stubbornly. "I do."
"Must've dreamed it." You answer, picking away the white from the piece of tangerine. "You're old after all." You jab. "Can't tell apart what happened and what didn't."
"I'm not fucking old." He growls, a little caught off guard by your playful attitude tonight. "...not even thirty." He mumbles to himself, making you laugh.
That sound, soft and quiet, makes his ears snap towards you to catch all of it as it happens.
Maybe he's more caught up in this whole mate-thing than he thought he was.
Maybe he's got a crush on you.
Maybe.
Just a little.
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urfavslytherclawgirl · 5 months
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Ticking Bomb
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader
Word count: 3k
Warnings: A lot of angst, danger, swearing, mention of explosives, explosions, guns, more than one POV, very long imagine.
Summary: Being the one who put the Joker in jail made him never forget you, so when he escaped, he wanted revenge. But Bruce will always save you. No matter what.
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Working as an attorney wasn't the nicest and easiest career you could choose to have, but you handled your way through it, and that made you damn good at what you did.
But being good at what you do means working until late at night while your boyfriend is waiting for you at his place so the two of you can have dinner together, and with that when you had the chance to leave, you almost ran out of the door.
You opened the door to the driver's seat of your car and put your purse on the seat next to you, everything was okay until your purse hit something, more like someone, making them laugh like a madman, for no reason.
Your wide eyes looked at the seat next to you, only to find it occupied by none other than the person who made you appear in the news, the one who made your career change completely, the one you helped but in jail, the Joker. He had a gun in his hands, aiming it centimeters from your temple.
"You should see your face, it's almost like you're scared of me...oh right, you are." He laughed and finally pressed the gun to your temple.
"W-what do you want?" Your voice was shaking in fear. You were thinking about how he got out of jail. It didn't appear on the news like it usually did, with them telling you to look out for the maniac and to be careful while on the streets, especially at night.
"Let's take a ride through Gotham, shall we?" You had no idea why he was doing this. Maybe he just chose someone randomly and decided that this person would be his victim of the night.
You nodded your head, making sure to not get him angry, you turned the car engine on and got out of the parking lot next to the building where you worked. "Where do I go?" You asked without thinking, maybe if you do exactly what he wants he might let you live.
"Let's go to...Chinatown, love it there." His plan was inconsistent, he had to think about where he was going. Originally you thought maybe he wanted to get help to go to a certain place but no, he just wants attention. That was the most accurate guess
As you were driving, the gun was still pressed to your temple and your phone rang inside your purse. "Oh, well look at that, let's see who it is." Joker got your phone from inside the purse and looked at the caller's ID.
"Your boyfriend. Answer it, and tell him you're staying 'till late at work, got it, or else, there is gonna be blood in this car, and it won't be mine." Shit, you forgot you were late for dinner. He pressed the 'answer' button and put it on speaker.
"Hey, sweetheart. Where are you? Are you on your way? Alfred misses you, and I do too." It was a little calming to hear your lover's voice, but you soon remembered you had to answer when the gun pressed harder.
"Hi, Bruce. Enduring work, as always. Look, I think I'm not gonna make it to dinner. Please tell Alfred I'm sorry, sorry to you too." Your words were slow, while you thought about the next one. He was Batman, after all, he'd notice your words started with certain letters, letters that spelled HELP. If he didn't, you'll find a way to save yourself. You hoped.
"Oh we--" The call was ended by Joker before Bruce could say anything else, he looked serious, shit, maybe he noticed, before he started laughing again, that stupid and ridiculous laugh of his.
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The call was quick, too quick for Bruce's liking, his girlfriend had never been like that, hanging up in his face, talking slowly or shortly. On the contrary, when she got stuck at work, she'd spend at least twenty minutes talking to Bruce until one of her partners would call her and she'd have to hang up.
"Alfred, could you get a sheet of paper and a pen?" Bruce said while looking at the dinner table, the empty seat next to him, and then the window, "Certainly, Master Bruce," Alfred answered.
"Will she not be joining us today?" Alfred questioned while placing the paper and the pen on the table. Bruce knew exactly who he was talking about even though he didn't mention her name, there was no other "she", she was the only one.
With a few clicks on his phone, the audio of the call replayed, "Hi, Bruce. Enduring work, as always. Look, I think I'm not gonna make it to dinner. Please tell Alfred I'm sorry, sorry to you too.", Bruce copied that on the sheet of paper, he looked at it once, then twice. Nothing. It sounded weird, but visually and audibly nothing was wrong with it.
"I once read a book about a detective, where he used many tricks to understand a hidden message," Alfred was now looking at the piece of paper. "You can try, changing the order of letters. " Alfred suggested before going back into the kitchen.
How was he going to do that?
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Chinatown was dark, with only a few people walking through it. "Never mind, let's go to the circus." He said after a twenty-minute drive, the gun wasn't at your temple this time, but at your lower ribs, so no one would see it.
"The only circus I know is out of Gotham." You reminded him, hoping you'd make him change his mind, it was much easier for him to kill you there, or on the highway, who knew?
"Shame." That was all he said, he looked out the window while the gun pressed harder, you took a deep breath and started turning around towards the highway.
After about fourteen minutes on the highway, Joker sighed and the gun pressed on your ribs was released, making your breathing a bit steadier. "Why are you doing this, if you want to kill me just do it already." You questioned him with a lot of conviction, you'd already accepted that fate, getting shot by the Joker.
"You put me in hell, so now I'll put you through on as well." He answered getting something from inside his pocket. Was he talking about you helping your boss with his case, making sure to get him a life sentence? If that was it, he put himself through that.
"I'll make you burn in hell, or get burned by it." As you looked at what was in his hands all the steadying your breathing had made got ruined. A small detonator was in his hands, meaning, there was a bomb somewhere.
"Let me explain my wonderfully made plan, there's a bomb in the car, right? But it won't explode if I press this button, no. It only activates the bomb, but it only explodes when you stop the car, and you will stop, willingly or not. Smart right?" That was it. You were dead already, so maybe you could get on his nerves for the last time.
"But you'll explode with me?" Your eyes were fixed on the road ahead of you, and the laughs started again.
"No, I won't. See you in hell." He pressed the button, unlocked the doors, and jumped out of the car, his laugh could still be heard, and the tears started flowing from your eyes.
That was it.
Maybe, if you hadn't been so hurried about getting to dinner he would've left the car, get bored and all. Or maybe, you shouldn't have denied when you told Bruce he didn't have to pick you up earlier that day.
All those 'What if' scenarios were ruined by your phone buzzing, Bruce.
You picked up, never letting go of the steering wheel.
"B-bruce, please you have to help me!" The sound of what seemed like a motorcycle accelerating could be heard from the other side of the phone call.
"Stop the car and tell me where you are, or else I'll never reach you!" Bruce said, the tears started again.
"I can't. There's a bomb, in the car--" You tried to explain before you were cut off by Bruce. "If you stop it explodes." You hummed in response and kept driving.
You looked at the fuel gauge just to notice it was low, really low. That's why the Joker wanted you to go to many places, so you could waste gasoline and get screwed right now. He truly was a psycho, a fucking good one.
"Are you close to the beach we went to last month? If you are, go there. Trust me, baby." Bruce said before the call ended due to bad connection.
If you made a few turns you could get to a beach Bruce mentioned. The memories of it made you smile through tears. It was one of your many dates of the month and one of the most romantic one.
Your gasoline was near the end when you thankfully made it there, suddenly, the motorcycle appeared with Bruce, or better saying, Batman, in there, while he looked at you with concern in his eyes.
"Look, I want you to drive towards the water okay?!" He shouted due to the loud sound of his motorcycle and your car going fast, you nodded and did that.
"Take your seatbelt off, and step hard on the accelerator!" The dark sky made things harder, but you managed to do what he said.
Bruce got closer to you and opened the door, making you gasp, he looked at you with the 'trust me' eyes and you nodded.
"Jump!" After that, everything was pitch black, your body hit the sand hard, and seconds later you heard an explosion and sounds of water splashing.
As you opened your eyes, strong arms wrapped around you, kissing your head.
"I've got you, baby. I've got you." He'd mumble in your ear.
"It was out of a sudden, I got in the car and Joker was there and... never mind I'll tell you later. Thank you, baby. I love you so so much, I'm so sorry." Your shaking voice said while holding him tighter.
"Don't ever apologize, I promise you I'll get him and lock him up in hell if I have to. Let's go home, come on. I'll make you a warm bath and heat Alfred's food." You hugged his torso and he hugged you back.
"I'll always protect you. I swear it."
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randomprose · 8 months
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393: the bicycle scene
He Tian watches as Mo Guan Shan plays around with the bicycle. 
He’s circling around the quad, pedalling without holding on the handle bars. Mo Guan Shan looks relaxed and the expression on his face looks so boyish and young. As if the events in the previous days were all just a bad dream. 
He Tian wants him to always be like this. He wants Mo Guan Shan to just be a regular kid and never get hurt ever again.
“Little Mo~” Mo Guan Shan turns to him at the mention of the nickname (Cute, he thinks, Like an angry kitten) and He Tian couldn’t help but smile. “Come here!”
There’s a frown and an angry pout on Mo Guan Shan’s face, but he pedals to the shade where He Tian is anyway and that too makes him smile. 
“What’s up?”
He Tian just makes a come hither gesture and Mo Guan Shan pedals closer. The protests come as soon as he figures out what He Tian wants, sitting sideways at the bike’s back seat. 
“This is buzzcut’s new ride. What are you gonna do if you accidentally break the rear wheel?”
That’s what he says, but He Tian hears what he’s not saying.
I don’t know how to do this. You'll get hurt, you know? And then what?
He Tian just waves him off. “It's not that fragile.”
I'm not that fragile. He’s not and he knows Mo Guan Shan will never hurt him willingly. I'm not gonna get hurt. Even if he does, He Tian will take it.
“Fuck, we're gonna fall,” Guan Shan says but he doesn’t brush off He Tian’s hand on his waist. 
This is not a good idea. We're not a good idea.
“Enough nonsense.”  Give him an inch and He Tian will take a mile. With Guan Shan not shaking off the arm on his waist, He Tian holds on tight and leans his weight against his back. “Start moving. I'm not afraid of falling.”
I'm really not. Shut up and move already. I’m ready.
“Move your hands away. Grab onto the seat instead.”
Let me go. You could do so much better. Just let me go.
He’s giving He Tian a last out, a last chance to leave and let go, but why would He Tian do that? He’s already locked in on Mo Guan Shan since the day after the fight with Jian Yi and Zhan Zheng Xi when he saw him eating a sandwich outside some convenience store. He Tian has decided to keep him when he called, stuck in the rain, and Mo Guan Shan, pissed and unsure wholly wary of him, came with an umbrella anyway and cooked him beef stew at his apartment (albeit under threat). He Tian already vowed to take care and protect him, shield him from whatever shitty thing the world is gonna throw at him, when he Guan Shan looked more pained than He Tian was when he saw his hurt hand. 
He Tian knew he liked him when he had that nightmare and his first instinct was to call him. By the time Mo Guan Shan told him he doesn’t actually hate him that much, He Tian already likes him too much he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s the only one he feels safe enough to come to, with all of his guards down, that he can allow himself to rest and sleep defenseless.
He Tian realized he loves him when they went to that aquarium and Mo Guan Shan said he’s too bothered by He Tian to ever forget him. When Guan Shan asked for new earrings, He Tian thought his heart would burst from how happy that simple request made him. He’s so in love with him he feels crazy with it. He hangs at every word Mo Guan Shan says, at everything he does, that if he tells He Tian to jump off a cliff he’ll be at the bottom of it before he could finish saying the words. If Mo Guan Shan asks for his heart, He Tian will carve it out of his chest himself and serve it to him on a silver platter.
He Tian is sixteen and already six feet too deep in love with Mo Guan Shan he doesn’t have any idea how to let him go even if he tried.
“No, I'm not letting go.”
And He Tian really means it.
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novalizinpeace · 2 years
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new AU my friends!
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after eat practically all the shadowpeach fanfics in Ao3, of all the Hcs they used, the Hc ''Macaque is alive thanks to LBD's magic'' stuck with me the most, so i decided to make a Au 'bout that, with a slow burn shadowpeach (and others ships in between).
more info of the Au here:
You see, after the defeat of LBD, her magic starts to fade away slowly, starting with the mayor, that end up become dust 'cause, you know, he was actually a centuries old dead body that LBD keep alive using his magic, so at the end that's what was gonna happen.
But, what about Macaque? Well, he wasn't a dead body, he was a soul trapped in the Naraka/Diyu, specifically in the Hell of Oil Cauldrons (for his disrespect of the original JTTW team). Then LBD take his soul and make a body with magic to put him back in the mortal realm.
But that's mean just one thing; Macaque's body is also starting to fade away.
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the first who catch this anomality was MK: after see how good Red Son was doing being a hero, the succesor of SWK get in the process to befriend all his ''bad but truly no bad'' enemies, being Macaque in this list.
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Macaque tries to hide his problems with the ''i'm cool'' mask he always use, but the now not so naive MK see this was something to worry about, and grow more worry after talking with Red Son and hear from him 'bout the fact that every demon believe Macaque was dead before all this (all the demons know that SWK give end to the life of his old comrade, but Red Son can't find in himself the ability to telk Mk that detail).
After connect the dots with that happen to the Mayor shorty after LBD defeat, MK go to SWK in panics with the believe that Macaque is going to die soon.
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SWK is skeptical of this, thinking that Macaque is just trying to give more emotional problems to poor MK, but to give the kid a breath he promised him to take a look to see what is happening.
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He found more that he would want to...
Now, after think a lot about all of this, SWK get to the results that he can't let Macaque die, even when the shadow was a bad guy before and a ally to LBD, he know that if he let the other monkie die MK would probably get a mental breakdown for this, the kid have too much hope in Macaque, specially after this one give him back the power he take in their first battle, he knows the warrior have a future in the good side.
So, the mental image of MK seeing a Macaque slowy dying without make it to that future is enough to make SWK ready to help his past comrade in this, he want it or not.
His first point in the plan is to give Macaque what he need to stay alive: Magic. But if he give him all the magic he need at the moment the other would see what he's doing, and probably react badly (he know if he ask him the shadow would denied everything, and not accept his magic), so, the only way to work here is by giving him little portions so the shadow wouldn't notice the new energy in him, but how do you excuse that? Easy; being friendly.
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A hug here, a ''accidental'' bouncy tackle during a conversation, a friendly take in his tail. All while distracting Macaque with his comments and jokes so the other don't notice the new energy running in his body. By the end of the day, the warrior ends feeling weirdly more energized that before his arrive, and the King end really proud of himself for another day where his plan of keep MK sanity in place is going perfectly fine.
MK and the rest of the team knows about this plan (MK just not knowing that SWK is doing it so he don't end hurt, just thinking his mentor is doing it in the name of their past friendship), and tries to keep Macaque's worries down, since this one is obviously confused of the change in SWK's attitude with him.
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'course, SWK can repeat his real intentions with this plan to himself all he want to, and Macaque can denied all of his emotions and feelings, but inside, both are enjoying this new ''friendly'' air in their interactions, is like something long forgotten in the sand of life get to grown again, full of life and hopes.
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dayseedrawz2 · 22 days
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This is gonna be in my drafts until I at least get out every design for [Ring-Misstress] so Idk how much time I got-
So yeah I decided that I'm gonna write this AU in chapters so that it makes more sense when I make content about it, and yall can ask about it ig-
This all takes place after the events of the real series (that of which we have yet to see, so anything different can just be part of an alternate timeline)
Without further ado... Let's get to it!!
[R-M Chapter 1: The Relaunch]
Dialog guide:
Narration
*Perfoming an action*
"Thinking"
Pomni
•Caine•
°○Bubble○°
◆Ragatha◆
Jax
~Gangle~
Kinger
Zooble
Flinally!! After what felt like forever!!! With help from the others, Pomni and Caine found something groundbreaking!! The Games source code! Mostly, everyone was there to look for the exit, but they ended up finding something else...
*sigh* There's nothing here... can we go back now??
Yeah, honestly, this was a complete waste of time...
◆Come on now, guys! I'm sure they know what they're doing!◆
~Wait, look! They're back out!!~
*Pomni and Caine exit a jumble of One's and Zero's*
It's not much, but I think we found something!! But... I'm just not sure what it is... *She hands a small glitching object to Caine*
•Huh... It's... it's a developer's note! I haven't come across one of these in a while!•
Wait, what!?
Oh dang, that's right, it forgot this was even a video game-
~What's it say??~
*Silence fell as Caine read the text out loud*
•Let's see... "With the noticeable decrease in 'Bugged characters', the game should be ready for relaunch soon!" Oh...•
What... does "Oh" mean..?
•...huh? Oh yes! Uh, you all know how we have a designated place for Abstractions so that they don't destroy the place... and you?? How you have helped prevent some altogether?•
Yes..?
•Well I only implemented it after people stopped working on this game. They still think the game is okay to publish!!•
And? This is great news!! People play the game, realize we are stuck in here, and then we get help!! What are you yapping about??
•That's the thing- If more people, who for one are mostly children, come across this, they won't be able to help, and if worse come to worse, get trapped with us!•
◆oh... oh my, that does sound awful...◆
•Normally I'd be ecstatic, but I don't think it would be good if that many more people got trapped at once... let alone kids...•
Gee, missing kids in a video game. How tragic...
~Hey!~
•Wait, there's something else on here to- a "debugging code??"•
Did someone say something about Bugs??
•No, far from it... hey... this is a copy of the code for my "Ringmaster powers!" Interesting...•
Really? That's what you call em??
•Why yes!! What else could they be?? Anyways... now what do we do about this approaching situation of ours...•
Well, we're not just gonna have a ton more people in here being watched by one incompetent AI!
•... You're absolutely right, Pomni dear! Your little remark had given me an idea that might just work! Now... just how does one copy this...•
To be continued...
[Yippee, finally!! Part 1 done!!]
The second part is right here! (As well as the link to Caine and Pomnis blogs!):
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ughsimpp · 2 years
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look how deep
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word: 1.9K
genre: smut
paring: soft-dom! mingi x fem!reader
disclaimer: f&m!receving, marking, teasing, fingering, cowgirl, deep penetration, d!ck bulging, rough sex, deep throat
[ DO NO REPOST!!! ]
i know i made some mistakes LOL, ill correct them later *maybe*
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mingi, your lovely husband has been busy with work and hasn't been home for 3 weeks. every day you are lonely without him as he comes home late around 1am. stuck at the office since papers were due. he never forgets to kiss you every morning before leaving but you wished he didn't have to work so much.
it was 12:45am when you heard the door open. you walked out of the bedroom and saw your tried husband. mingi set his bag and jacket down as he saw you, he gave you a sweet smile. you walked over to him and hugged him. you missed his smell, his touch, his warmth.
"baby you not tired? you've been waiting for me every night..."
he said slowly as he kiss your forehead.
"i can't sleep because you're not here. i miss you..."
mingi exhaled out his breath,
"yea i know, the office has been busy and the boss is kicking our asses if we don't turn in our reports in soon, and i'm sorry. i miss you too....i miss coming home early to you..."
he embraced your warmth and hugged you tightly. you heard his stomach growl as you looked up at him.
"oh are you hungry babe? i can heat up the food i made earlier."
you went to the kitchen and heat up the food. you finally set up the table and called him to come eat. you went to the bedroom and found him knock out on the bed. you looked at him as he was sleeping peacefully, you brushed his hair away from his face. he was tried and stress from working so much, you wished you can do more for him.
the next morning you woke up to an empty bed. mingi has already left for work. you washed up and went to the kitchen. you notice that there was a note on the table and a cup of coffee an a plate of pancakes. the food was still warm so he probably just left.
you read the note,
"good morning beautiful, i made you some pancakes and a coffee. enjoy your breakfast and i hope you have a good day :)
p.s i'll be home early so don't wait up okay
love you ~"
you smiled and ate the food he made and finished the coffee. you planned to go shopping for clothes and groceries to make a delicious meal since he was gonna be home early. you got dressed and you grabbed your keys and left the apartment. you arrived at the store and picked out a simple yet sexy dress and a few undergarments since you needed new ones.
you paid for your items and headed to the grocery store. you picked up some meat and veggies and obviously wine. you planned to make steak with steam veggies and some side dishes. you got home and prep the food. making dinner took about 2 hours since you couldn't find a good recipe. when you finished cooking, mingi sent you a text
baby mingi: "hi babes, I'm on my way home and I have a surprise for you!! see you soon!!"
you quickly finished setting the table, cleaned up the mess, and went to get dress. you sprayed the perfume that he really likes and applied some lotion. you heard the door open as you finished looking at the mirror. 
"y/n?? I'm home!!" 
you got up and brushed yourself before walking out,
"baby, are you sleeping?? I got you a present and I hope you...like it...wow..."
mingi was breathless when he saw you walk out of the bedroom, you blushed at his stare and looked away. 
"whats the occasion? did I miss a special anniversary or something?" 
you looked at him and smiled softly,
"n-no...i wanted to do something special for you since you were constantly working so I just planned and made you a nice dinner...and besides you make me pancakes this morning before you left."
mingi walked towards you and kissed you. the kiss was passionate and warm. he cupped your face with his hands and backed away from the kiss and gave you a warm look. 
"you shouldn't have, having you welcoming me home after a long day is already enough for me.”
he kissed your forehead as you hugged him tightly. 
"shall we eat? i made you steak with steamed veggies and your fave side dishes.”
mingi nodded as he followed you,
"wahhh, you made all of this?! my y/n is truly the best!"
you both sat down as you grabbed the bottle of wine and poured it into his cup.
"lets eat!"
as you both were eating, mingi kept looking at you every 10 minutes causing you to blush. he smiled as he noticed you blushing
"why are you so perfect? my beautiful, smart and sexy wife did all this when she didn’t have to.”
"no i didn't even do much...i just wanted to do something nice for you..."
after dinner, you both enjoyed the wine and just talked, he told you about his day and you told him about yours. 
"ah before I forget, I got you a gift! hang on."
mingi got up from his seat and searched through his bag. he handed you a small black box, you opened it and saw that it was a gold necklace with your name. you loved the necklace and squealed in excitement.
"oh-!! it’s beautiful mingi!!"
you looked up at him and hugged him
"come here, let me put it on you."
he walked behind you and wrapped the necklace around your neck and clipped it on. the necklace laid perfectly on your neckline and shined beautifully. you were touched on a thoughtful gift. he always had a way to make your heart flutter and fall for him all over again.
"I wanted to buy you something since I haven't been home a lot and so I thought of l getting you a custom made necklace. it looks good on you.”
you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a passionate kiss.
"I love it. thank you mingi."
you continued to kiss him as his hands wrapped around your waist to bring you closer. the kiss became a hot make-out session. hot breaths and sloppy kisses were in between you two as he pulled away. 
"lets take this to the bedroom, shall we?..."
he asked as you nodded your answer, he picked you up and headed to the bedroom. he laid you down on the bed and began kissing your lips, neck, chest, and played with your boobs as his hands roamed underneath your dress up, touching you all over.
"mingi~"
you moaned out as he left light bite marks on your body. he took off your dress, only leaving you in your panties. mingi came closer and sucked on your neck some more while playing with your nipples, you softly moaned at him playing with your body.
he sat up, removing his buttoned-up shirt and pants. he kissed down your stomach towards your heat and removed your panties. you felt his hot breath over your core as you felt him teasing with your clit.
"ah~ min-mingi...don't play with me like that ah!-”
you suddenly felt him push in two fingers inside and began thrusting in. his long slender fingers were always able to reach certain spots that you couldn't reach when you did it yourself. 
"mingi please..."
he licked your clit while still fingering you, making you wet and more heated. he fastens his pace with his finger as you came. he pulled out and looked at his fingers that were coated with your cum and sucked on them.
"mhm you taste so sweet y/n."
he leaned in and kissed you making you taste yourself, and he was right. mingi removed his briefs and there sprung out his cock. you gulped at his size and always forget that he's huge. you sat up as he positioned in front of your face. you slowly took him in your mouth as you received low groans from him.
he loved the way you gave head, the way you moved your tongue skillfully and was surprised that you can take in so much of him at once. you deep throated him as he threw is head back, slightly thrusting in your mouth but not so hard. you let him go as there was a string of saliva connected from your mouth from his dick.
"lay down for me."
he said in a deep tone as he positioned himself in front of your slit. he rubbed his tip up against with your slit, up and down, making you more needy for him
"mingi pleas-AH!!"
mingi slowly thrusted in as you arched your back from the sudden feeling.
"fuck y/n your so damn tight."
he threw his head back as you tighten up more around him. 
"mhm, i even fingered you beforehand yet, you still tight as fuck damn.."
he thrusted all the way in as you gasped at how deep he was. he pulled out and entered again and again, watching you react to how he fucked you made him want to fuck you even harder. his thrust was slow but powerful.
"just look how deep I am inside you.."
he said as he pressed down your stomach to feel how far and deep he was. you gasped as he applied pressure onto your stomach. you felt him rearranging your guts inside even if he wasn't thrusting so hard. one last thrust made you moan out loudly as he smirked at your reaction.
"mingi!!"
he leaned in closer and kisses your neck,
"oh i’m not done yet baby.”
he smiled as he began to thrust in harder and faster. you both moaned out as the room filled with both of your moans. you wrapped your legs around his waist and left scratch marks on his back. his deep groans filled your ears as your soft moans filled his. 
"ah fuck fuck fuck mingi!! oh god yes!! right there!!"
you pulled him closer as you were at your peak. mingi sat up as he wrapped his hands around your waist for a better grip. he watched as he slid in and out of your core and grinned at the way your body moved. you grabbed the bedsheets and looked at him. his pace became faster than before as he left you breathless. he soon switched the position as he you were now on top.
"ride me"
two simple words made you move instantly. you slowly rode him as you gasped how deep he was inside. mingi grabbed your waist as he made you go faster. your high was coming back as he grunted out. 
"fuck yea just like that y/n, you ride me so fucking good." 
you looked down as your touched his chest and abs. you touch your stomach as you felt how deep he was and he wasn't kidding from before, you can really feel it. you leaned down and kissed his chest, leaving your bite marks on him but making them not as noticeable. 
you fasten your pace as you both were close. you screamed out his name as you came around his cock. you rode out your high as mingi also came. you pulled out as his cum dripped out of your slit. you soon laid next to him, cuddling each other. 
"babe..."
"yea? what is it?"
"I forgot to tell you earlier since you got carried away but...I'm off for the next couple of days."
you sat up and looked at him to see if he was joking,
"really?!"
he smiled at your reaction,
"mhm, and the whole office got a raise!!" 
you hugged him tightly as you were so excited to spend more time with him again. mingi hugged you back and embraced your warmth under the covers. you both soon drifted off to sleep.
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